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Love Poem - 29

Every day, I fall in love with something new,
while maintaining the love I have already found.

I fall in love with scars, wrinkles,
redundancies and repetition,
items that people throw into the wind,
kick around and step upon.

I fall in love with my enemies,
one of life's hardest lessons to learn.
I find haters to be marvelous motivators.

Every day, I fall in love with something new,
while reinforcing the love I have already found.

The old man who sits in a rain-filled gutter,
seemingly oblivious to the water sluicing down the hill,
splashing against his clothes -
fists raised up to the heavens in fury
as he talks to an invisible audience
about how Apollo stole his dearly beloved wife....

....I fell in love with him too.

I fall in love with things that some people deem as insignificant,
ugly, morose, dirty and immoral.
The more I fall in love, the more I love each passing moment,
including the pain, torture and misery that may appear along the way.

If I write down treasonously treacherous words,
the reader could assume such words to be rooted in rage
or a cynical outlook. But the words are actually born out of love -
I love every single word in existence.

Every day, I fall in love with something new,
while still maintaining the love I have already found.

I fall in love with the woman 
who is too shy to have a proper conversation with anyone,
because she believes herself to be very ugly,
when in fact, she is an exquisitely gorgeous woman.

I fall in love with broken daffodils, bent daisies,
a shattered seashell, the sweet stench of rotting seaweed on the shore,
the way her hair smells baking in the sun.
I fall in love with black and white photographs,
hypnotized by the essence the dead have left behind.
I fall in love with marbles, the feathers of mourning doves,
and with the stray cat who after watching the moving truck drive away,
slunk around the alley in search of scraps -
over the years, she has proven to be
a most respectful and loyal animal.
I fall in love with saints, villains, rusted watering cans,
the way sunlight bends into prisms when it shines
through the cracked antique windowpane
which I simply cannot find the presence to replace.


And as for the people who think that my love is a whole
different spectrum of emotions,
or how it is impossible for someone like myself
to fall in love with something new, every, single day....

....well, I love them too.





April 6th, 2012


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Closer

    The sky resembles the robin's eggshells
                                                      scattered across the ground,

a blue so seemingly infinite                     yet fragile,
cracks running between understanding and madness
 
       complementing each other

as divine truths in their own right
to conquer my mind,
to unhinge the doors,
making it unnecessary to pick rusted locks

      letting thoughts fly free,
                                       releasing love out into the horizon.

If frozen within caged snapshots of mildewed expectations,
      it will surely die,
                 but even so,
  I was willing to strangle it by holding on too tightly.

    
    Until I saw the sky and eggshells today


      Peppered clouds reflected on the water,
                                            paralleling speckles on the eggshells,
                                    remind me of the freckles on your face.

  We need to be wide-open-free,
                                                we need to fly,
         without focusing too hard on shells of yesterdays.

We need to unclench our fists,
unclench our tongues,
explore the vast blue peppered sky 
                                                 
                                                      on wings of letting go....

 so that we can once again feel with purity,       
 so that we can hold each other ever closer.







05.24.12


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GRANDPA

*GRANDMA WAITS IN THE GARDEN*

Hi grandpa it's me again!
Your dentures sit in an open glass
Do you remember the tears grandma sang before she passed?
The way she looked into your eyes, 
Moments before she said her goodbyes
Grandpa, I found a note from grandma, she doesn't want you to cry.

Hi grandpa, it’s me again!
The rocking chair is old and dusty
Do you remember the way grandma sat me on her lap?
Read many stories before I took a nap
How she enjoyed brushing my hair with her hands
Love the way she rocked me to sleep every night until I grew. 

Hello grandpa!
I stored your hearing aid away
Do you remember that special musical box in grandma's drawer? 
I opened it last night, to watch the ballerina dance
I wish you could hear the tiny chimes grandma lived in
I hope you don’t mind, I’m keeping grandmothers favorite scarf.

Hello Grandpa!
I'm caressing grandma’s picture frame
Do you like the way she looked in that pretty sundress?
Grandpa, I miss the things grandmother did for you
I like the walking stick she handcrafted, the day your needed support
It kept you in balance every time we took long hikes in the woods.

Hello grandpa, it's me again! 
Here I sit holding your hand
I have no more tears
Soon you will see grandma
Please tell her hi, and I know you will be there the day I die
Bye, grandpa
Give grandma a kiss, and tell her I miss her

By; PD


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Isle of Bast

Memories of the North Sea
sift in like sand kernels 
on a fast, frigid tide -
events that transpired outside 
the confines of rhyme,
instead, unfolding exactly 
as they were meant to.

I had never before seen
so many shades of gray.
This monochromatic splendor
was awe-inspiring,
within an absence of sunshine
that was perfectly fitting,
instead of being bleak and bleary.

The smell of salt and seaweed
awoke deep within me 
something dormant and eternal - 
a surging desire to flush
stagnant disease
from out of my blood
with an inverted force of pride.

Salty blood and water
coming together in a communion
of distant relations and movements.

A flash of bright red 
digging in the sand beside me.
My child is wearing the only
vibrant colour to be seen for many kilometres.
The colour matches
her enthusiasm and energy,
as she moves from one spot to the next
like a dancing flame.

My own fire burns in my eyes.
I had unconsciously dressed
in the same colours of the sky and sea,
blending into the scenery
as a chameleon --
an illusion thicker than clouds,
an illusion of stone
for me to melt and reinvent
at the spinning speed of thought.

I look over at my daughter
who is wearing a wide smile of wonder,
for she has not ever seen the ocean before.
She can see the chameleon
walking alongside her in the frothy surf.
Together, we collect shiny stones and shells,
our pants rolled-up to the knee
as we wade through waves.

I wonder if people onshore
can only see a solitary dash of red out here,
or if the chameleon is more
noticeable than I had thought,
while we watch sea-birds
cover the steep cliffs
in a blanket of black and white feathers.




~(2012 North Sea Remix)~






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HOLY IS THE LAMB





this is the hour resting on the basin of a sacred chalice awakened by crowns of stars peeping then, swelling blue yellow... this is the hour, the hour of dusk filtering the shape of a world kneeling on wooden pews and candles; the winds touching the valley that knows this is the hour… when the homage of many an outstretched arms surrender to the blazing wisps of a godly dawn, of a late twilight's hour as this is the hour, lightened by stroked peace till the vessel of light drifts along rivers, and earthen clay, shadow to light ,light to shadow reaching the final call as on this the hour, a scented air bestows chaste stillness… this is the hour for the gentle lamb of holiness to pass through an arched moment while kindness of eyes bows unto this hour. Verlena Walker's Holy Is The Lamb 10/4/2014


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Westward Movement

The ground is damp
it bleeds through my thin cotton skirt.
Crest born, I sit and wait the dawn.
My fingers weave into the high rye grass.
The house below is quiet still.
The children sleep.
The dog’s with me. 
We sit high upon the hill.

Peaceful heart, Venus I spy
the morning star, the moon, and dawn,
God could see them in my eyes a tilt. 
Barefoot bliss, Champ for a pillow
down I lie and sigh.
The children sleep.
My man’s returned.
Now, we sit high upon the hill.

He lies with me. Grass stains my skirt.
He weaves dewed daisies in my hair.
Crest born we writhe beneath the sky
above our farm on prairie grass.
The house below is quiet still.
The children sleep.
The dog runs home.
We sit high upon the hill.
 

Contest: Into Night's Dwelling
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Date: 1/8/14


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Near Death Experience

Lying silently on my bed, eyes open wide.
Watching as darkness moves in like a heavy fog.
My breathing seems to echo against the cold walls
And my heart beats rapidly as I’m plagued with thought.
Prayer like questions, if I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take, will he take me?
Instantly thoughts go to grandma, surely she’s there,
Surely her open arms will be there to greet me.
Harbouring such thoughts bring to me a peaceful smile.
I start counting all the loved ones I will soon see.
I count them as others count sheep in darkest night
They have become like soft comfort blankets to me
They make my nights less scary, should it be my time.
Soon my weary body gives way to pure darkness 
I slip into a place of total nothingness 
Time stands still and now I am neither here nor there
I am nowhere, floating helplessly forever
Then far off I see a light shining so brightly 
Now I feel once more as my aching body hurts
I moan and roll toward the window lit with sun
Realization sinks in, I’ve made it……one more night.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
11.01.2014
Anthony Slausen’s Contest:
Near Death Experience
5th


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living a creative life

(this is not a comment on gun rights in U.S.A. I am from Canada where we do not face the same challenges. rather i seek to speak to the creative mind. the search for the peace in our hearts. the gun is not literal but represents the violent soul. i hope i have not offended anyone.) 


almost everything that wraps the bone structure of the hands is responsible for its sense of touch touch, the neck of a guitar a lover’s hair via a pen through and to the end of a paint brush our sensitive our creative side flows through our hands the first time i held a gun my skin melted off than the tendons muscles veins arteries followed fell off the bone stripped to its empty frame i held the gun with a raw naked bone pulled the trigger with a cold dead hand i never held a gun again the flesh grew back in peace and love my creative voice is alive again travels easily through my brand new hands


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Oneness

Oneness
                   Authored by Chuck Keys

It had no color,
Lacking shape, size and dimension.
It wasn't moving or breathing.

There was neither aroma nor taste, not here or there.
Touching was useless because it wasn't physical.
It was indistinct and limitless.

Thinking multi-physically
Multi-sensually and multi-psychologically 
It wasn't here or there and it was.

With no distinction, 
It looked like everything else,
Or it could not have looked like everything else.

It never made me feel good nor bad,
Nor happy nor sad
Nor quite nor trite.

In our world of joy and destroy, we sort and distort,
Looking more on the surface and less on the inside,
Ready to judge and be judged from outside in.

The "oneness" of mankind stretches beyond definitions and limits,
From outside to inside and from inside to outside.
We are one distinct and alike world of "oneness."

Differences exist for differences, 
Therefore, differences don't exist.
Only "oneness" exists.

DEDICATION:
This poem is dedicated to Dr. Clayborne Carson and The Gandhi-King Community,
For Global Peace with Social Justice in a Sustainable Environment.  
www.gandhiking.ning.com


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Afghan Journey

I want to wear a djellabas. Blackness engulfing me in its tentlike refuge veiled in gauze. Or a burkha of blue with a screen over my face to hide my eyes. I want to wear rope sandals down a dusty Afghan road on the warmest of days with the wind whistling through the Khyber Pass. I want to know the language, taste the food, gaze at the bearded men I pass who will not know I am looking at them. They are handsome and brave in Kabul. I want to hear the children reciting the Koran in their Pushtu cadence and play upon a tabir with a beat of peace.


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A Perfect Storm

In an open field of endless, noiseless distance,
Rolling clouds cast an impending gloom;
A welcomed and promised darkness descends.
My eyes shut as I breathe in the aroma,
In anticipation of 
The cleansing that quickly approaches.
I cloak myself in the breeze, as it promises a release..
The cool wind, calming, so gently serene...
Sweeping over my overheated skin.
Finally, the fury is perfectly unleashed down upon me.
The winds, gusting in a frenzied rush
My hair whipping haphazardly around, 
Stinging at my face.
I smirk toward the sky, as I silently, but eagerly
Await the onslaught - 
This desperate release that I longed for in secret.
It sought me out, and found me. 
I hear the angry sounds
The roaring, begging to weep alongside me.
When suddenly, the violent tears begin to fall
With a sudden, breathtaking destructiveness.
The thunder, like me, cries out in pain,
With such sadness, angry liquid bathing the parched earth.
It saturates my face, my body drenched.
As I stand in the midst of the deluge, in awe,
Crashing winds attempt to destroy me,
But cannot find the strength.
Until the tears eventually run dry,
The painful clashes and cries become silent..
The skies yield to light, as the great and
Terrible sun demands to be seen.
I open my tear-stained eyes,
And glimpse a different world before me...
Cleansed and made new.
And I cannot understand, nor
Fathom the reality...
Of the beautifully, perfect
Broken release.


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Who Will I Follow

So many ask me to follow them
through rusty gates and broken doors
Where will I be led
whom shall I follow
Are their directions better than my own?
Will I lead myself down the garden path?
confusion
Perplexed by messages
What will satisfy?
Is there meaning to life?
Blind guides speak loudly
painting pretty pictures on my mind
Enticing me with their magic
They speak like they know
They want me to see what they think they see
It is so close
just over the next horizon
Purpose, serenity
Being at one with the universe
Peace, love, understanding
I pick up a book
It warns me
there is but one way
Directed to the only Son 
A gift from the Father
The creator of all things
Earthly wisdom to be ignored
become as a little child
The opposite of all that I had known
A single narrow path
I am slowly guided along
no longer alone
I know who I will follow
I am on the road to home




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Grandpa's Study

The room is still,
Quiet but for wind and rain
Making music on the windows.
Empty but for endless shelves
Of leather-bound volumes -
The first editions you loved so much.
The desk is weathered, coated
In a film of dust.
The chair is old and worn,
Tucked in just where you left it.
I can almost hear it creak
Under your weight,
Hear you whistle in that absent way.
I can almost see you there,
Hunched over creased pages,
Reading Keats or Blake.
I can almost smell that familiar scent
Of fresh soap and musty books,
Of spices and cigar smoke.


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The Voice

He is the voice inside your heart
the one that makes you care
the voice that cries at injustices
when life becomes unfair

He is compassion deep within
that stirs and makes you feel
the hurt and pain and helplessness
of the suffering and grieved

He is your comfort in sadness felt
when you try to understand
the senseless emphasis on things
of insignificance to man

He is the love no one can cloak
the tears of joy you shed
the water that connects the souls
of both the living and the dead

He is the force that shielded you 
that kept you safe from falling
the guide that won't leave you alone
until you hear his voice that's calling

The voice that says he's engraved inside
your heart and soul and mind
and he'll bring to you remembrances 
if you but want to seek, you'll find

He is the voice you know exists
healing wounds of your life's story
The voice determined that you win
And be partaker of his glory

He is the peace who ends despair
the truth in you for cause to say
"My God! My God! I know you're here
for you shine to light the way

and blood once shed has cleansed my sins
My aged old mind has been set free
Father I do glorify thy name
for grace that reconciles through Christ in me"

And thus it is..the voice of hope
that enables you to stand
His reach is to the very core
His wisdom..the rebirth of the soul of man...


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The Final Say

As our world spins into this blatant madness Family units like dead leaves, fading fast! Our children lost, good values tossed Idols abound, keeps us in a choke! Excesses, extreme shape our lives The Golden Rule, now a corny joke! A simple guide to can heal our earth-disregarded Yet, in spite of all these, God will have the final say When wars and storms sweep across our earth Leaders ignore the hour at hand Perhaps, the last to stand as men To right the wrongs of history past And re enact laws to seal the cracks! Potent winds arising, already on track Remember, love for man and nature will heal this earth Yes, I believe, in spite of all these, My God will have the final say So let the politicians, argue, fight and scheme Let the liars, deceivers, play their games!” Let death merchants chant their evil anthem “It’s not a child, but a piece of flesh”! While the years like pages torn from a book All blowing away like dust in the wind Gone forever beyond eternity's veil! 'Too simplistic', some claim, that love's the remedy Yet, in spite of all these, I will fear no end, for My God will have the final say! ~*~


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The Day That Died Forever

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Day was Life,Night is Death

And the latter has given counsel on my final steps


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Still.

For this desire
to someday be accommodated,
we shall sit in front of the fire,
lodge chairs at angles akin to talking low,
honey cognac thick,
whispers even thicker,
and you will tell me life.

From the moment your memory begins
you will unravel the senses in dark licorice words
by crackling light.

We will throw lithium on the fire
and watch the shadows turn red
in our laughter

...just children, really, despite our age...

The night will wane as good nights always do,
and we'll sleep on and off in the chairs,
in the midst of the other's story.
It won't matter, as it all becomes a dream anyway
and we'll never tend the fire till it gives up it's coal.

At 5 am our voices will be hoarse
and our legs will be angry at us for pretzeling them,
so we will rise to make strong coffee.
You, grinding powder brown beans,
and me finding two perfect cups for hand holding,
brushing past you electric in the process.

After the brew, after our lives have been told, 
at the precise red photograph of sunrise,
we will sleep.

My head will fall sullen on your shoulder, 
angry at my inability to control my eyes to stay with you a moment more,
and this new world, which has spun at twice it's
normal speed since meeting you,

will suddenly, 
finally,
be still.


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Murmuring Waters

She is the whispering of the bluest waters
Standing in the stillness she calls to me
Within the sounds of the coursing river
I feel the ease of her comfort washing over me
Consumed by her soft flowing siren song
Cascading down the mountains banks
Waltzing in the descending whitewater
Coming to rest in a cooled pool of her caress
Illumed depths tepid in the evening sun
Enhanced of her life and ardor 
Swimming free 
Drinking her intoxicating breath exhaling out
My love is the river of azure water
Ever carrying me onward she moves
Whispering…


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Dear Me

Dear Me,

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

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

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

Be better,love more, hold on.

Dear Me,

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

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


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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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Blackbirds In The Rain



blackbirds in the rain walking among the fallen leaves under the old mango tree with dripping leaves bathing the grass below blackbirds diligently lifting the rain soaked fallen leaves peering underneath for insects and worms flushed out by the drizzling rain pausing to gulp one down then scooting off again searching for more sitting under the shed with raindrops playing their music on the galvanised sheet roof with a beat that resonates within my inner being putting me in a trance connecting me to the rain and the puddles on the ground with the raindrops gently tapping the water's surface creating rings that collide with one another disrupting their individual shapes creating a dynamic new pattern reflecting their unity and bubbling with energy in the drizzling rain O what a deep feeling of peacefulness and serenity with the rain the dripping leaves and the puddles serenading my spirit with the eternal song of Nature and merging it into the Unity Of All Things
It was raining today. There was a constant drizzle for hours. I sat in a shed attached to the house, watching the blackbirds in action in the rain, searching for their food. The constant rhythmic sound of the rain on the galvanised sheet roof of the shed and the gentle drama playing out in the backyard with the blackbirds was a spiritual experience for me connecting me with Nature and the unity of all things as mentioned in the last verse. .


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A New Dawn

   After cancer and after surgery 
I returned to work and the [poetry scene
  My eyes have seen the face of death 
 I continue to hope 
that one day the various peoples 
of the world will get along 
  I realize that the tides of peace 
arrange themselves 
   in patterns which are difficult for us to understand 
     After all - we are mortal and fallible 
Yet there strength 
   in all of us 
Which comes forth 
in the most trying of circumstances


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Yes I Know

Yes I know people are talking
But as for me
I'm just going to keep on walking
Girl gotta do what she needs to do
To survive these streets
Heck and nightmares
Exactly what this lady is living through

Have two
Carrying one
She a pregnant mommy left on her own
All alone
Now what is she gonna do?

Working two jobs
But a few others on the side
A Latina girl with high expectations for her money and herself
When in her small apartment
There's no room for a shelf
To place her achievements
Yeah you better believe it

A wealthy woman with a nice house
And a fresh ride
But she husslin' to make that extra money on the side
Over 100 grand is how much debt she is in
On top of it all
Her husband just died
He commited suicide
Now what is she gonna do?
Now what would you do?
If the federals were coming after you..


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Immortalized

In an effort to immortalize you,
I gilded ocean size frames in gold leaf
and painted your portrait with peacock feathers dipped in oils.
I spelled out your name in bumble bee wings
still quite attached to tame bumble bees
hovering in obedience and formation in the sky
I built a piano from felled red wood trees
and carved your likeness on each key
which I then filled up with ebony and abalone polish
I traveled to Old Russia to the Crimean forest
and pulled every wildflower up by it's roots
and replanted them just for you, on the cliffs, overlooking the Black Sea.
I tamed a black leopard and rode on her back
'round the world, with a banner, a list of your accomplishments
flowing in silk for miles behind me, past onlookers reading your life.
I sang gypsy music, as a siren on the wind
while I wept and flooded each street with the depth
of one tenth of the emotion you harnessed and kept at bay in your infinite quiet.
I started with one person, your granddaughter, with your blue eyes
her sitting on my lap, looking at me with a maturity past 3 years of age,
and imprinted every memory of you in the air, for her to grab.

You are not immortalized in portraits, or wings, or notes.
You are not immortalized in flowers, or banners or sirens.

You are immortalized, forever remaining, in the humble prayers of this innocent child.


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Acceptance and Self-Esteem; Nature & Nurture

Blessed are those who naturally possess 
a strong sense of self and solid self-esteem.
-----This is nature at its best.
Vulnerable are those who solely succumb to 
relying on extrinsic forces to consider their self-worth.
-----This calls for nurturing in its most primal state. 
If children grow up being enjoyed rather than tolerated, 
They learn to accept themselves and others.
If children are liked as well as loved,
They feel like they fit in the world;
They have a sense of belonging. 
If children are talked “to” rather than “at,”
They find their own voice. 
If children are included in good humor and laughter,
They’re inclined to believe that wishes come true.
If children are showed faith by actions and prayer,
They are quick to have hope.
If children live with peace and harmony,
They discover their own Truths with confidence.
~Such sustenance rears individuals with promise and positive perspective.
~It is the gift of healthy self-esteem;
~A positive self-concept.
If nurture naturally embraced you, have gratitude.
Be joyful in the acceptance of you and those around you.
Remain involved with self-discovery and improvement.
Raise your head high and breathe; for,
You are the fortunate.


*** Written for John Heck's "Switch" Contest***


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Dementia

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


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Soul Stones

We swallow boulders:
(lead words, molasses covered prejudice, glass shards of promises long broken)

Mouths open wide and heads tipped back
like Hawaiian fire eaters.

Chipped teeth are bits of porcelain history,
sliding down our throats in rivers of neglect
and acid.

The stones settle,

BOOM...

      BOOM...

            BOOM...

Our stomachs are filled up, anvil weight
'till we can hardly sit, hardly stand, or walk.

We drag our feet in pain, as the quiet indicator that
we've had rocks for breakfast,
lunch, dinner,  for years,
in the hopes that someone will recognize
the broken concrete footprints behind us
and touch us gently on the forearm:

"Honey, are you alright?"

(and isn't it the first sweet trickle of kind words that crumble
the already cracking facade?)

There's no stopping the torrent then,
tsunami tears and a heaving, convulsing
to the point of cathartic vomit-

boulders of every shape and size
tumbling out of our mouths and filling the room;
broken teeth and granite eyes 
until we no longer see the floor, the walls...

And then serenity.

The hand has moved to the shoulder,
forming a universal hug.

"I'm here now... and you're ok."

We stand up, together, and leave that room,
a soundless void of yesterday,
to absorb the impermeability of stones,
carrying our gait buoyant, without gravity.

No weight at all now, and barely a second glance,

but to turn out the light - and lock the door behind us...




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I Do Believe

"I Do Believe" 

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

Rev. Samuel Mack
Copyright 2013

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


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Updrafts

Black feathers always absorb
the most sunshine -
a perfect fusion
of dark and light.

Ebony eyes glitter high
in the calm, cold sky.

A quick dip downwards,
until wing-tips
tenderly kiss
the nearly invisible
tree-tops piercing
the thick winter fog.

Currents suddenly catch hard
as birds of steel
thunder by overhead,
breaking the ancient focus,
with loud, powerful roars.

-Regain thought-

Swooping,
circling,
gliding,
in a flight
of pure contentment.

Black feathers always absorb
the most sunshine -
a perfect fusion
of dark and light.


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Legendary Lady Leaders I salute you

I am like
Cleopatra
embraced by serpents many
fear
always trying something new
and dramatic with my
hair
I am like
Eva Patrón
growing up with a painful family
getting lost in movies
thinking of my own
hypnotizing when I speak
First lady of Argentina
meeting you, after death
would be a treat
a nervous habit, of nibbling
on my jewelry
the similarities, between us
gave me a sense of foolery
I am like
Wilma Mankiller
Chief of the Cherokee Tribe
for ten years
fighting against Native stereotypes
despite such distress
enemies did stress
promoting to ‘be of good mind’
you were a leader, of your time
an advocator for women
that they may grow up
and become chief
as a child, you wondered
the forests, like me
not the streets
I am like
Aung San Suu Kyi
wearing three types of 
flowers in your hair
feeling at times like a 
‘splinter of glass, sharp, glinting
power to defend itself against hands
that try to crush’
winner of a Nobel Peace Prize, 
for courage, was
a must
I am like
Catherine The Great
a love to laugh,
coffee, and feeling compelled
to always fill abandoned blank
sheets of paper
you were a Royal Russian Empress,with
not one red drop of Russian blood
and her people, were blessed
to have her
I am like
the Queen of England
longest royal lifetime in history
strong built, from a miserable childhood
toughened her
this is no mystery
preferring candle light
to electricity
handwriting over typewriter
and poetry
I am like
Indira Gandhi
dreaming to live as she did
riding elephants and having
tiger cubs as companions
your own Sikh security
killed you, the story
a sad one
secret dreams of being a writer
angered, by the imbalance of
power
between men and women
listening to beat poets
like Ginsberg
as a great Prime Minister of India 
you were heard
and understood
I am like
Rigoberta Menchú
drew the worlds attention to 
native Indians rights,
because of you
your goal, to be
a drop of water on a rock
dripping in the same spot,
eventually in the world, you
may leave a mark
wearing many colors
‘because it gives you life’
insisting men and women be equals
you fought this fight
to relax, as I do
writing poetry into
 the night
I am like
Joan of Arc
French Military Heroine
burned at the stake at just
age nineteen
known for keeping your cool
even on the battlefield
being a courageous and inspirational
rare jewel
Legendary Lady Leaders
I salute you



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For One Day

If I had only one day left with you,
I would ask that day be in God's own time,
one day, a lifetime, every moment
an expression of love,
every hour a new adventure.

twenty four hours to slowly pass
with you at my side,
a never-ending dream,
always giving thanks,
one day left with you, 

would be eternity.

 


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Louisiana Bayou

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


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Enemies of the Peace

Enemies of the peace
Are not consecrating the life
Tampering with the nature
Crucifying the childhood
On the sidewalks
Burying the chastity
In the brothels
Killing the light
Before coming the dark

Enemies of the peace
Adoring the wars
Kissing the poverty
Dreaming with the famines
Clapping for catastrophes
Destroying everything
Schools
Hospitals
Synagogues
Churches
Mosques
Temples

Enemies of the peace
They want to uproot feelings
To extinguish the flaming longing
In the hearts
And burn the growing yearning
In depths of humans

Enemies of the peace
Robbing the dreams
Jailing the tears
Deforming the colors
Crushing the flowers
Turning off the hope

Enemies of the peace
Not knowing the love
Not appreciating the values
Not believing in the peace .....................


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Reality's Angel

I am Reality’s angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?


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The Peace Sign

The first time I remember seeing
 this peculiar sign to me...
This peace sign, was on the jacket
 of a guy much older than me
Just like that..I asked
 well, what does it mean?
It looks like a stickman, with his arms hanging down

He smiled and said, yeah...
 that's as good an explanation, as I've ever heard
Arms down, no more fighting, I'll spread the word
Then said, stay real kid, as he walked away
Smiled, - Peace - all of your days

Years later, I learned where he'd been
May the stickman, never raise his arms again .....

2-14-2014
©Donna Jones


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Coffee House

My coffee, my house,
   cinnamon and hint of clove
      in a full bodied french roast...
 acrid, bitter, pungent deliciousness
 wafts thought the air 
      before even the eyes are open
         the buzz of conversation over
             the tinkling of spoons stirring
                the clanking of cup on saucer
                  the shooshing of steamy cream
                         into cappuccino
 a lush, rich aroma,
 with the feeling of rightness
            around the edges
                 like a cozy blanket of comfort
                    wrapping around your shoulders
 Sipping in silence,
      watching the sunrise,
          simple serenity to start the day.

 ©6/18/12


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The Life-After-Death Sentence

As a child, I wished 
I could refill 
Sky-blue plates 
With old grits and scrambled eggs
And raise sons that bled to death during night-labor.
I thought this would resurrect souls
Prematurely swallowed 
Six feet below
By the black holes
On Earth.

When I prayed, I cursed 
The Angel of Death
For not committing suicide
Or at least aborting Murder.

After God found me, 

I helped found a new Garden of Eden 
By killing
The Venus flytrap 
That feeds off a human's flesh and last breath,
And releases non-essential elements 
That even suffocate 
Air.
I committed 
These acts of kindness 
In hopes of being found guilty 
Of premeditated 
Prevention of murder
And eventually being
Given 
The life-after-death sentence.


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Sabbath Evening Rap Up sequence (2)

-continued from  "Sabbath Morning Rap".

..and so brethren,
We're lost in the lust of loving lies
Conceived and retrieved as alibies.
to woo what we would instead of should,
To deify deeds ordained to deny
that Jesus Christ was crucified,

For you and me and he and she,
He lived and loved and agonized,
to dis the devil and tear his ties
to the role of the soul in his hellish hole.

Cause the devil is real and that's the deal
So if hate is your food and your crude and lewd,
you're flirtin' with hurtin', you're comin' unglued.

The devil is there so ya better beware
You're struttin his stuff and doin' your share.
Take a look around before ya drown
in the fire of his fate and the heat of his hate.

But Christ is saying :
My Peace I leave, My Peace I give
to those that ask Me to help them live.
And if you don't believe I can show you the way'
open your heart so you can pray.
Ill give you a sign for you to define.
What do you say gotta do it today.

Now it's up to you, whatever you do.
Don't wait too long cause the chance'll be gone.
Amen, I say, Throw your pride away,
I want you Here ...with ME ...to Stay.
        


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My Midnight Grace

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



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STRETCH OF A MOMENT



Morning draws the air's curtain open wandering around viscous spaces like an August goddess caressing the edge of sleep… and the days stretch longer, wider than maple alleys quietly adorning the tiara of late Indian summer as birds, cloudline and sea shells listen to a timbre of a pulsing sun. When all else is lulled quiet, there comes this certain gush of stream wading on mouths of gentleness far beyond a waterfest of effervescent ocean… Someone said morning becomes Aurora, that learning how to hear a peach or stone unravels the very skin from which it was born is allowing time to shed its leaves far beyond unknowing a heart’s need to just be: the breast of dawn spills its nectar, peeling new faces of time, shaping the width of endless harmony. A thousand times before and after, morning and night twine again in contentment... that passing through mellow eyes of any moment is the world’s way of coming back to itself. Random Mix Contest: Charlotte Puddifoot by nette onclaud.... new poem


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Insight out

Inner sanctuary
envision harmony and mental clarity
focus on a journey of possibility
Meditate on transformation and 
awareness of inner state
peace and healing

Constructive thought
instruct your mind
to redirect the lost and struggling inner voice
Where you can’t see the wood for the trees 
under your nose is the path of freedom 
wholeness

Put aside perceived struggles
revitalize, relax, respond
to body, mind, heart and spirit
Intuition, introspection and spiritual renewal
bring about personal healing and
conscious awakening

Stillness of mind – concentration
Thoughts of the subconcious and subliminal
beyond all negativity 
away from all interuption
To allow time for self communication and
expression of inner self

Senses – awareness of scent, sight, sound, taste and touch
Healing hands of the medical profession or alternative therapy
ambiance, temperature, oils, music, sounds and 
sights of nature or universe
realisation comes in various form and shape 
causing us to feel life in fullest expression

Connecting – whispers of wind 
radiating everpresent warmth of sun
a blanket of love and light comforts consoles over and through the cosmos
rippling infinately through infinity outwards, onwards
connecting right back into where we are at right now 
unmoved unchanged and as we were

Wise – responsible courageous allowed to let go of need to be judgemental or 
be judged 
let go of controlling enable trust wisdom and humility
intelligence of knowing others
wisdom of knowing self
strength in mastering others
power to master oneself

Energy -breath, force, spirit, soul, God, universe – 
whatever – doesn’t matter how you refer to it on personal level 
energy, balance, light, sound, vibration, peace 
centered self – stillness – silent – eternal – 
to have enough is a richness in itself
accept appreciate and acknowledge oneself


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Recollection

 
I met a Hippie walking down the street.
She had long hair, big eyes.
Wide-bottomed trousers, orange-red,
Covered in an intricate pattern
Of strange designs, flapped round her feet
And from her shoulders over a flowered blouse
Hung a black satin something
With bright green frills on the edges.
From her neck dangled to her breast an emblem
In a circle – a unity of Love and Peace.
I passed by her and she glanced up.
I smiled...she smiled...and we moved on.
A smile can work wonders.

The couch and chairs were empty
And we sat comfortably on the carpet.
The candle threw an eerie light
Which came to nought in the depths
Of the room’s shadowy corners.
An odour of incense drifted around us
And a distorted candle flame
Was reflected in my cup of coffee.

We spoke of art, painting and poetry
Treading on the romantic, 
Passing through hazes of religion:
A mixture of love, knowledge and mystery,
Probing into the eluding outlets of LSD,
The restful release of meditation,
The yearning of youth, disillusions of life,
The roots of joy and depression,
The understanding of oneself.

Smoke rose in bluish transparency.
The ring on her finger was big and it glimmered;
She opened a poetry book at random
And began reading from Tagore.
I was silent. Her voice was soft.
And when she stopped we said not a word.
There was no need – we both understood.


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Contest: Any Poem#22
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Placing: 4th


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love about me

people think i'm peculiar
to have think outside the box
to have act not like anyone else
to have a though heart

but they just don't know who i am
for i have a sensitive heart
i cried easily and fragile
but everybody has a flaw

sometimes I cried when I can decide things
sometimes I lost and don't know where to go
can find a life goal up until now
and again, everybody has a flaw

I like happiness
laughing with everybody
sharing stories and telling jokes
making this world a stage of comedy

i filled my life with dreams and hopes
looking for ways to brighten people's life
keeping faith though sometimes faded
but it is the only thing keeping me from crumbling

i like the philosophy about love
seeing peaceful energy that emerges
someday i wished i could be among them
who fight in the name of love

a visionary
a dreamer
an artist
a coward
a clown
a lover
a fighter
what i love about me.


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The American Flag, It Is You



A symbol of respect, pride, and strength,
not to be ruffled, wadded, or soiled,
to be folded, unfurled, raised for all to see,
as in going into battle resounding victory.

Not to be tattered, torn, or burned in effigy,
rather a symbol of hope to those in bondage,
of hate for those who seek to enslave,
of patriotism to those who guard fiercely,
enshrined with those who died for liberty,
entrusted to each generation to decide its fate,
to be the most loved or most hated,
to be seen in every city, state, and on foreign soil,
wherever seen, America is found.

No other symbol rises above or would be allowed,
representing freedom, recognized the world round,
a powerful adversary to an enemy
a gentle giant to those who are represented.

A symbol of red and white, 
with fifty shining stars on a field of blue,
call it a flag,
in reality it is you.


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LOTUS FOR SLOPING KNEES

LOTUS FOR SLOPING KNEES
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the contentment of disheveled twigs
sitting on shoulders of humming trees,
the sunlight wafting shades on meshed nets---
it is before early morning, pale always ever,
pagan and pliant as the swoon 
of winged winds. after all, while village trawlers
tug the day’s haul of buttery clams, 
salmon and weeds,
the river washes its feet unobserved.

even when the hills fondle the peaks
of embossed leaves, there is no time
for human leisure on the streams, not yet. not till
compass’ hours stray too long, tedious, unabated
for folk fishermen to haul the orbed ropes
and slug aquatic baits in exile, washed 
from sea wine that cradles trout’s liberty…

many a time, when evanescent light
envelopes all things tender and sunlight drifts
lotus flowing, rowing; as clouds gather odorless
upon sloping male knees: fishermen become
the fishes darting free, finally tranquil…
content as disheveled  twigs lying
on shoulders of humming trees.


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© all rights reserved





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Unphysical

I drop my words
Into a vacuum
-So there's enough room-
But they're vacuumed up
By the lack of air
'Cause I made no wings
To bear them

Without force
I let them go
I let gravity
Take it's course
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Go up in flames
Or slowly rust

All that's eternal
Is that's pure
Pain and hate
And love -no more

And I'm so scared
That it's all in my head
That life's a steady march
To dead
Dead ends
and culs-de-sac
Take one step forward
Then quick!
Turn back.


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Allah Came Knocking at My Heart

Allah came knocking at my heart

I have no choice and played no part

But still Allah came and

Allah came knocking at my heart.

 

Allah came knocking with a song

He came with a message, and a message strong --

La ilaha illalah,

Words of peace from afar. 

 

Allah came knocking with the blessed

Truth upon me they impressed,

"Let us show you a new way,

Start your journey today."

 

I've slipped the door open a crack

You can't go back

Once you let the sunlight in --

Alhamdullilahi rabbil alameen.

 

The Truth, the Peace and I were worlds apart

Until Allah came

Until Allah came knocking at my heart. 

 


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"What is a Sad Day In America?"

         “WHAT IS A SAD DAY IN AMERICA?”

It is a “Sad Day” in America when you wake up every day worrying about being 
black, educated and female.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when you wake up every day and there is a new battle.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when you wake up living on the outside of the 
American Dream, but you live within America and you have nightmares about 
walking in the shoes of another race in your view.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when Civil Rights begin to regress over 40 years.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when you have to worry about what religion or 
denomination you belong too.

It is a “Sad Day” in American when the words “I can” in the word American does 
not represent “I can because I am free.”

Instead it becomes an obstacle because others continue to suppress me---
because of my race, religion, sex, ability or disability? 

It is a “Sad Day” in America when we accept mediocracy.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when we cannot accept our fellow man or fellow 
woman.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when others cannot hear or see.

It is a “Sad Day” when we can no longer show empathy.

It is a “Sad Day” when all we do is “nothing”.


The “Glorious Day” will come when we learn the history of others, walk with 
others by empathizing with others and consider ourselves  brothers and sisters 
in “One America”, one fight, one battle, one love-- until that time “it is” and “will 
be”  a “Sad Day” in America.



copyright@2006 by Carrie M. Love-Atkins 


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Wounded Warrior

For the torn,
for the meek.
Toward the storm,
toward the beast.

For the scorned,
for the weak.
Wounded warriors,
for the free.

In the dirt,
make my bed.
Firefight,
overhead.

Live on hope,
consume hate.
Rusted spoon,
rusted plate.

On this stage,
in my role.
Home one day,
never whole.

For this goal,
in the name.
Different soul,
though the same.

Take my life,
use it well.
Build your heaven,
on my hell.

Don't you cry,
I'll always be.
Wounded warrior,
for the free.


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COME MY BROTHER

COME MY BROTHER


You asked me the other day, my friend, who 
I am  
I replied: I am you in another body!
Yes, it is true  
Look how much the same we are,
No matter what the color, the creed, the race, the status
Look, I am born and die, suffer and enjoy, love and hate just
Like you!

I am a father, a brother, a son, a mother, a sister, a daughter, just   
Like you,
Happiness I seek, family to raise I wish, peace to find I look for, just 
Like you
I yearn, I abhor, I fear, I hope, I bleed, I heal, just
Like you
I believe, I doubt, I accept, I refuse, I laugh, I cry, just
Like you
We are alike, we are the same, we are brothers, children of 
A unique father 

Why have we:
To oppose, to fight, to hurt, to destroy, to eliminate 
One another ?  
Are really our seas that narrow, the oceans that small, the lands so
Limited to contain all of us?
Or 
Is it the case that our hearts are not big enough and our minds are not 
Wide-open to enfold all men ?     

It is up to us, my brother, to change this world we have inherited, with its:
Virtues and vices, history and culture, sins and merits and
Try to make it better, nobler, kinder and more caring world
By
Obliterating harmful beliefs, 
Demolishing injurious divisions,
Destroying detrimental distrust 
For to
Bring the dawn of a new loving world, 
A world of acceptance, of respect, of justice and of
Universal brotherhood
So as 
With peace in our hearts, liberated would we be
From past’s deleterious tribulations
That 
For myriads of years, have kept apart!


© Demetrios Trifiatis
     24 OCTOBER 2013


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The Universal Man

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


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If you name a poem something cheesy like--- Venus --- it Will only get twenty reads

"What's your story?"
she questions,
"you seem interesting."
wildflower
in eyes
I reply, "NOW."

often people become confused
by such a unique response
not this one

she's a beauty
shiny minded stone
lives warm under veins
lacks definition of alone

alone she stands
tallest green blade
unscathed
each time the oily blade passes above

erect 
she stays the same
tingling pulses exhale her pores
she'd rather sink
than have to think the way of worldly whores

still...
malice skips her
no ripples in the lake
dripping from her face
sunshine slips across tangerine cheeks

gold flows throughout waves 
streaming locks
sky clear eyes surprise those
choosing to be consumed 
by her entice

hands free of envy
no webs to spin
hips unmolested
thighs slick
turpentine

be warned
she will divide you
no voodoo 
or silly twisted games
though safe may escape you

blemish-less
untangled...
the girl
she
Goddess
baby of zero maybes
KNOWS
how?
she knows

as clarity lent us its giant umbrella 
her lipstick smacked my tongue 
from there
we never looked back



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Around the Corner


Present turbulence
Occupying the skies
Like a madman's insolence
In pursuing his demise 
Until his madness is silenced.

Electric atmosphere
Burdened by constant charges
Desperately seeking release
But peace remains at large
For our fears have yet to cease.

The heavens overcome by strife
Incurred by a low pressure
Keeping our spirits in restless plight
Thinking there is no answer
But the constant echo of repeating trials.

However around the corner
The sky will clear once again
For the sun once more will conquer
After the clouds have reached their aim 
And discharge their load in showers.

Knowing such constance
Allows the heart not to fail
Under the pressure of turbulence
For strong its beating remains
Faith the key to its endurance.

A better atmosphere
Is always around the corner
Our fears come to cease
Unless we lose sight of the future
The time of peace will come to be.


By CarolineCécile, June 6, 2009.


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Music

First we feel
Then we think
Then we make magic


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shock and awe

the war was well 

on its way
mottled and coddled
 battled  and  bottled
before the

            front was modeled
      the frontline was hobbled
the forefront was cobbled

dark hearts be doubled
light hearts be troubled

the war is well
on its way


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Healing a bleeding rose

A soul weeps in flesh for the pain I left behind.
 I am sorry for the pain,the tears, I left for you to bear. 
These healing words I send with a bumble bee to heal a bleeding rose. 
These napkin like words I pray can wipe your tears and snotty nose.
 I was young and naive,I cherished my pride instead of your heart . 
There the coldest winter did start. 
If it makes you happy I disposed of the mistress. 
Who faded in long lost memory of shadowed kisses.
 No,no,no I am sorry for writing that,
its a poets bold habit of honesty,
but in writing this I thought i should be honest and honest I shall be.I apologize for leaving your emotions suppressed,unknown and ostracized. 
Yes, I know the ocean swollen with your tears,the angels descended on a bloody battle field to  hear your cry.I hope you can summons them again and reconsider the report to the almighty farther. 
If I could write this apology in the eye of the sky I would,for my remorse to be seen , a once foolish human being .Your heart I didn't mean to decay. I apologize for the lies, cries,for making you eat sadly all those ice creams and soggy apple pies,from absorbing tears fallen from yours eyes. Left to wonder in the vastness of the universe alone. I am sorry also sorry for the smudged ink and some of the lines. I cried along with them, imaging your painful times.


Yours truly Elliott Bowe 
To:Simone Descartes


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Paint me

Paint me beautiful
  paint me clean

Paint me a pretty girl
 with pretty girl things

Paint me pure white
       innocent

Paint me beautiful
  paint me clean


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Restless Waters

   A little leaf floating on restless waters -
      but I'll go where the river takes me
             till I find you out in the sea.


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All I Wish Is Peace

"I’ll never understand how people can go on and live
The miracle of finding the strength to forgive
To resurrect peace, to close up wounds so deep
they pierce souls beneath heart beats
To be a willful slave to a loving God’s commands
The key to a freedom that I’ll never understand." -Shad

I am not one for articulate words; Had words be tears, I would write for kings— But here I am, raw with restraint, As you tear our worlds apart. One day I had desired you here, To celebrate your creation far from compare; And the next I bid you gone, Anger tearing my words apart. Now, all I wish is peace… I cannot stand your creations lying to waste, At your expense…for their laments… Wishing only for peace… To replace lament, And replace all… Words— That I can never quite utter…
Feb 18, 2014


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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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Yellow King

The Yellow King
Flies at night
Never looking down
His gift is the moon
Buttery like a cue ball
He follows it round and round
Takes a bite of the evening night
A crumbling journey to the ground
That follows the stars and uses Mars
As a triangle to the earth
The Yellow King is not of this world
Yet gambles with our lives
For he is just a satellite 
Revolving around our lives
And when his cycle ends
He falls to the ground
But the cycle begins anew
And he will rule the night 
For his life is death
And death is life
That's why he circles the the moon
For he is the Yellow King
The King of the night.


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Free Persimmons (revision)

I woke 
to the billowing curtains 
blowing in the breeze,
and the scent of jasmine 
just outside my window.

This once perfect garden is sparse:
the unkempt grass,
the bougainvillea, and
the persimmon tree that we all loathe--
an over-abundance of ripening fruit.

The early morning sun
casts a hazy pillar of light 
on my bedroom floor.

Don't wake me up.


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Remember what I taught you

A dedication to my grandpa, 
i love you and miss you,
Your legacy lives on within my heart


The sun can shine
So bright, it makes you blind
Fooling, deceiving.
Very misleading .
The world telling you it's a good day
With just a simple ray.
Penetrating your mind
Telling you to leave all that behind.
So you leave it … Searching for anything to find.
To fill that hole in your heart ...with something kind.
So you go for a stroll in a park
And see a dog with a playful bark.
As you step near
You start to grow in fear 
Foam in its mouth 
You notice your head dropping south
Chin down
And start to frown.
You realize it's not so sunny anymore
Rain pours
No more birds soar.
Drop to your knees
And freeze
Start to cry.
Then wonder why.
Why do I feel this way?
Looking for answers, you go to the bay.
Watching the storm come in, you hear someone say, 
"Remember what I taught you,
You have to be strong.
Find the right
In the wrong. 
Everything will be okay.
Some days will rain. 
Some days will shine,"
Looking around to see who it may be
You continue to listen to the voice from the sea,
"some days you need to stop everything
And pray.
The Good Lord will take it away.
I've always been your strength
Strong for you and yours sister both."
As you realize who it is 
You start to cry, from sadness…
And bliss.
"I know you miss me…
And I miss you too.
No need to cry, 
Oh Catelyn, oh me oh my. 
But just always know I'm here,
In heaven 
watching over you. 
If you ever need me.
You know where I'll be. 
Watching over you from the clouds.
No need to worry.
Don't stress so much.
Life happens.
It peaks
And it stinks..
Given , I wish I was down there to talk to you. 
But it's all in God's plan.
Everything will be for the better. 
Now I'm sorry I have to go,
Check on your sister and cousins you know
Whenever your feeling rough
Whenever life gets tough
Remember what I taught you. 
Rain may continue 
Life will happen in different Venues
But go dance in the rain
Let go of the pain. 
Enjoy the life God granted you
…it won't last forever.
Don't plan out the future 
God has his plan
Live his will out
Not yours
Remember your still a kid,
So smile and I love you Catie did"
Tears rushing down your face
Tears of joy or sorrow 
You don't really know.
Remembering what your grandfather taught you,
With his strength You stand up 
Something in your chest starts to bump
Your heart, it's whole
Alive
Beating once again.
Pain is gone 
And you live on.
Dancing in the rain
With only life to gain.


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My Awakening

When the world is fast asleep not me, I think and think and think how can I be more unique more I think, and think and think how will they remember me? how can I change it, more differently? how can I push and challenge me? now that my mind is unlocked and free the new sun rises and startles me my trance is broken, my awakening The new dawn rises, surprises surprises thankful to the twin gods, Isis and Osiris for removing all the sins of my past lies that was bringing me down to my demise The balance, my chalice, now undisturbed its order is hanging by my good word I do not wish to go unheard but who is there to hear me when my thoughts are stirred? In a sense of peace drop to my knees look up to the heavens they're smiling down on me how can I repay them? what is my creed? I rise now awakened revived in my belief.


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Any Ideas?

Well what should I write about tonight?

Should I write about what I did today?
Should I write about my shoelaces?
Should I write about doing laundry?
Or Should I write about what I'd like for breakfast tomorrow?

Maybe I should ramble about how the school day went.
Maybe I should complain about my room being dirty.
Maybe I should name off the food in my kitchen.
Or Maybe I should just talk about my hair.

I wanna talk about what I'm learning on guitar.
I wanna speak out about my inner issues.
I wanna yell a crazy rant.
I just wanna blow off some steam.

I wish I could take a bath with a girl right now.
I wish I would've finished my homework.
I wish I could shoot ice from my finger tips
I just wish I had some soda to quench my thirst.

There are so many things I could say right now!
But I just can't seem to decide.
I'd probably get some pretty weird looks
If I told you what's all bottled up inside.

I'm everywhere and nowhere in my head
Ideas and thoughts bouncing left and right.
Too bad I can't seem to think of anything.
I was really wanting to get some feelings out tonight.

Do I need to shave in the morning?
Should I go to the music store after school?
Why didn't I grab matching socks?
What does the weekend have in store?

I wish I had something to write about.
Any Ideas?

Eh, I'll think of something tomorrow night.


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Peaceful Dreams

* For Carol's contest

Peaceful Dreams

Battlefields
     Contradictions to God’s intentions
     Death toll headlines spark contemplation

World without war
     Could such dreams come true?
     Hope lingers in hearts seeking clues

Make it happen
     Extend a loving hand to all nations
     End the tragic conflagration 

Fiery death scenes
     Who emerges victorious
     In battles so notorious?

I dream of peace
     Humanity and compassion
     Enjoyed by every nation

Harmony reigns
     And every life is recognized
     As one with merit, a unique prize

Our Lord’s vision
     Is surely within reach of man
     Black, white, red and tan

Learning to love
     Accepting our differences
     Guided by spiritual influences


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Wisps

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

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


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ORDINARY PRECIOUS STONES

Ordinary Precious Stones


Buddha saw it first
but as is his way never let me in on it.
The stones, rough, unfinished,
ill sized tribute to chaos, beckoned.

I closed my eyes
It started to take shape in the mist.
Each stone should have its place
separate yet dependent on the others.
They should not attract attention for themselves
but become a part of a greater beauty.

I touched each stone, listened to its passion,
rolled it, positioned it so the sun would
augment its finest facets.  Allowing them time
to adjust, to relate themselves one to another.

When each stone hummed in wind coaxed OMMMMM
I rested, placed the Buddha in the midst
of these, now precious, stones.

Each morning I look out on the Buddha
in the midst of his rock garden, see the
sun creep over his shoulder glancing off
the facets of those most ordinary
precious stones.


Submitted to – Precious Stones and Gems – Poetry contest
Sponsor – Anthony Slausen
11/14/2014 


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Sharma's Song


Our garden perimeters
are hung with notes
A thrush sings its morning songs.

No other of its kind dares cross
these musical borders of  trilling notes

Would that we - could defend our boundaries with songs
instead of bombs.

Suzanne Delaney


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Music Of Bells


Careful steps lead me to an old temple
Perched across a bay, weeds on a float 
Where dew refills bowl of greyish clouds
And tender breeze hanging on toes of sky.

In stillness , I offer my unsaid  prayers
For the world that's here and far away
Reaching that point  where mind is absent
Aloft the mountain tops and daily life.

Then I hear them, a rhapsody of chimes
Lifting me higher, regulated gongs---bells; 
A music swelling in warm temperance
Until fireflies and birds enter my veins.

For a treasured moment, a holy energy
Cleanses my air from unknown past sins
As one last toll strikes, I feel transformed
Into a bay of nothingness except bliss.

The pulse takes me back to awareness
Knowing how serenity can entrance
My view of life entangled by loud hours---Yet,
bells remind me to stay quiet. I am changed.


Brief, Unforgettable Moment of Nette Onclaud
11..23..13
Carly Lalion


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peace from dead skinned fingers

It's minor keys that resonate, I'll stay up late and wait
then in between the silence I'll hear the sound
of steel and cedar, the slow rebound
wrapping around my reflective heart
and so it comes,this slow release
brings me peace in dead skinned fingers.
It's me who lingers unanswered and unsolved
even after prayer wheels have been revolved.
The answer is not to doubt at all,
to take our backs from off the wall,
but still these shapes take precedence,
a permanent tenement residence
of twos and blue toned cadence.

That perfection goes unnoticed
would be easier to bare
if there was someone there to share
the exquisite madness and requisite gladness
who's roots draw from melancholy 
but the apple that fell on me
knocking sense into me
bruising my head
releases me, brings peace to me
instead.


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Reaching for Peaks

The ponderous fog lifted early,
now the widening bounteous blue
makes its presence known,
my feet stay on the ground,
but my eyes climb an upward
journey passing slowly in review
and as big as passion itself.

I'm gently carried to another height,
a caressing contentment and quiet period
where the depths of inspiration
seem limitless among the sculptural
mountains that slope near, then
irregularly lift and fall, and beyond 
every heightening, a new heightening waits.

Resting on the mountaintops, one huge
cloud with scalloped edges of mighty
morning shine, and lingering high above
are the smoldering sunbeams, therefore,
ranks of gold in scattered grandeur
are put on view wherever it falls.

A wandering river coursing unhindered,
alongside, verdant fern that's spread out
like green lace, but also sated
pines in their stateliness of movement.
Reaching for mountain peaks so that
serenity stretches out its sensors
to relieve any inner restlessness or 
turbulence while steadying my hurried pace.


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Bitten Lips Don't Stand Alone

Common among us may not be everything
With some love, some hate, some passion, some disdain.
But when our hearts ignite inside
To a happy memory, a simple smile, 
Or when we gently tap our feet to the beats of a rhythm-
We feel that one united fire.

So I’ll never back down,
There’s always a dollar, a smile, a love that I can share
With the broken hearted, 
Whose smiles are frowns for in fear they’ve been matted.
And bitten lips stand, alone 
Grappling with the railings of hope,
In the midst of a crowd, in the midst of the storm
They’re the legend, what we define beyond the norm.

We all are, within ourselves, without our strengths
Flaws and all, we fall, stumble to the ground.
Hold your breath for a second, breathe,
We won’t fail this time around
Even if that spark won’t ignite,
Keep on bashing hope and love together, 
Passion will erupt at the center.

To be with, to know, not to live our dreams
But to make someone else’s happen, 
We are what we chose to be.
Hope, we can hope in what our creator’s started
Still we stand, one, not many, a few
Grasping to a dream we all share, knowing one day it’ll come true.


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traveller

highway grinding
myway finding
        mental meanderings
philosophic ideals
     mirrorly miles
            of reflection
passed under tired tires


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Chase A Yellow Poem

I caught 
a yellow poem 
in my hands, and 
it fluttered like a 
frighten flock of butterfly wings 

Spreading its 
yellow bright wings, 
Then gliding across 
a sea of gold, 
we landed gently 
as a ripple 
on the pond  
  
If yellow is 
the brightest color 
in the rainbow,
then, let me
chase a yellow poem
-- through your candlelight 

If we land
with both feet
on the ground,
I wonder, why  
we could not 
catch a yellow 
butterfly smile today


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MURKY WATERS

This murky water you must tread
The many days you have come to dread
Will only last for a time
Hold firm to your faith and hope in God 
Tomorrow brings a new day
The sun will arise the wind will blow
Whichever way it will 
Stand strong in faith and have no fear
He has been to your future my dear


To my PS Family members going through a rough time! God bless you and give you peace!


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You're The Weak One

YOU’RE THE WEAK ONE


You’re the weak one, you’re a bully.  The weak one is definitely
not me.

The bully is always the weak one, but your weakness you can’t
seem to see.

So, I’m going to try to shed a little light on your weak and inappropriate ways.

Your weakness began on your first bullying day.

Your false sense of power is not strength at all; it is a cry for help desperately trying to break through.

I actually feel a little sorry for you.

Weak kids like you always seek to find other kids they can dominate.

Bullies do this with vicious words, inappropriate actions, and misguided hate. 

Is being a weak bully the banner you want to carry for the rest of your life?

Get rid of the bully banner forever; take up a banner that shows respect, 
understanding, and tolerance for others, and always hold that one very high.

	Al Johnson
 


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Whispers in Church

Magnificent cathedral
Saints and sinners gather in
Word of God delivered 
To triumph over sin
Within the walls 
Between the pews
You hear the faintest cry
Whispers in the church house
In the sweet by and by

Quiet prayers 
Sent up to God
Repentance for the sin
Committed in the quiet night
Where no man wants to live
In hopes that God
Will grant a pardon
For acts of immortal sin
The best of intentions
Laid out in prayer
Amazing grace to win

Secretly hoping
God’s grace and mercy
Finds favor on your soul
Sending up promises
Acts of contrition
Heart’s willing to mourn
Is he still listening? 
Do you still wonder? 
Has he turned a deaf ear?
No answer is given 
While here on this earth
You’ll find out in the beginning


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An Unfair Ending (Edited for space limits)

His face, withered, gaunt
His eyes cloudy, filled with a haunting vacancy
His voice weak , shallow
Seldom spoken these last difficult days

His hair is white and thin
His skin, so delicate and discolored
The strength has left his fragile body
And he lies, waiting

Yet I remember the man who was my Father
In my youth, so tall and strong
His eyes a deep blue with a depth of the seas
Thick, wavy, black hair tousled about his head

He walked with an unaware arrogance
Never knowing that all eyes were upon him
This handsomest of men, beautiful, confident
No one could match his brilliance, his seductive air

Unconscious, innocent of the power he possessed
The command he held with peers, a leader of men
A bright star in the universe, a life spent searching for answers
Politics, Economics, Religion…his battlegrounds

Yet, with all his perfection
He remained kind and true to all
Generous, loving; never an unkind word
A light for all who knew him

But the cruelty of life is worse for some
His body wracked with an unforgiving disease
Seizing him, slowly at first…a tremor
Then completely, leaving him helpless

Dependent upon those who had worshipped his strength
Lying in his bed, languished, weak
Nearly impossible to eat, difficult to drink
Each day descending further into darkness

Life’s cruelest blow to one so special 
Chosen by angels as their brightest star
So blessed to have loved such a man
Still loved, but pitied for the terrible loss

For such men were never meant to suffer this fate
To fade each day, closer to oblivion
He would never have chosen this
Broken, suffering silently in stoic resignation

Pride now replaced with painful gratefulness
He tries to manage a smile
His rigid muscles fighting the instinct
For he spent his life smiling

But old age has given him no peace
No time to reflect on the legacy he leaves
He waits as life deals its unjust ending
For one who was so great, so good

I hold his cold, thin hand in mine
Holding back the tears that burn
I will remember him, the Father whom I have loved
I see him walk away, wavy black hair, a cute little wink

As he leaves this tired shell, worn, used up
Once again becoming the unbroken man
I see him strut again, his quick, bouncy steps
As he climbs the ladder to the heaven he has earned

I hear the trumpets of the angels
Welcoming their special creation
A man of compassion and ideals
My Father, My Daddy…How I will miss him


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drums of peace

 
i think they expected blood when they first cut him with their razor sharp piano wires wrong ink not blood cells flowed poems and stories plays, essays and jokes his ideas her thoughts spilled unto the streets covered the concrete the pavement too each and every dash of white that mark the roads a verse became first one and then another lined up in a chaotic disciplined structured straight double line the yellow lines bucked fought like wild stallions but eventually she won and he corralled them into simple thoughts they came looking for death they found us we don’t bleed i warned them they are morally blind deaf dumb they dare to raise a foil the pen is and always will be mightier than the sword the moral i fear you can not delete satisfy pay off over feed a taste for meat humans came upon the earth violent the species behave like vampire left to their own devices one day we would be down to one and the winner is we all know how that story ends we will not let it happen pens in hand we will write swirl curl punctuate underline we will strike the keyboard like drums of peace or even speak through a microphone thing we will win by any peaceful means a ruthless peace be afraid be very afraid we are armed olive branches words of love poignant full circle ideas we are armed with the word one en guard


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So Soft

                         So Soft

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

             8/21/14 Seasonal Bliss poetry contest


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God's plan

Predict every possible way for a world war to break out and prevent them

In times of need 
set up the dominos of disaster

dont think there is no god in control with a plan 
and a blue print

and when the scripts come out for the world layers
on how to get along
all my generation has to do is rehears it
and learn from it
and pass it to the next

live in peace forever with the perfect harmonised seven characteristic leaders
of the world scripted politics perfected for peace
because the geniuses solved the riddle of thou shalt not kill

then show man how to perform a man made miracle
and pass it down as a legacy of peace and life lessons to the next generation
as they figure out metaphorical riddles of knowledge

and work towards the wonder if you can become the god trainer
and pull of the surprise holiday?


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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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Twilight

Come and hear the song,
The song of the angels,
As the heavens open.
The split of the sky;
The cascading colors.
As the gates close,
Darkness falls over.
The darkness twinkles,
Twinkles with beautiful lights,
Now come hear the song,
The song of the night.
It sings out in a Capella voice.
Sway to the rhythm,
As you succumb to darkness.
The song plays on and on,
Until the morning fires blaze.


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The Touch (Relative Compound)


Love that’s so warm and touching
Essence of her touch
Filled my heart from being touched


© Joseph 9/25/07
© All Rights Reserved


Relative compound: 3 lines of one word, with relative example(s)
The subject word must be at the end of each line
Syllable count is 7-5-7
Created by Alvin Othto Stewart



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Universal Prayer

 Let us pave the road ahead,
With the light of God,
That will lead us to heaven on earth.


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WHEN

When did we close our eyes
we knew wrong and right
didn't need to be told
we could feel it in our soul.
when did our heart grow cold
having ability to say no
seeing the need of help
caring only for self.
when did we stop loving life
and everything it gives both in and outside
how well we use to play
didn't matter the nation or tribe.
when did we stop looking inside
forgetting what tears meant when cried
knowing hurting feelings was a crime
there were no conditions on who we liked.
when...
did you forget how you'd feel
if someone said you weren't like them
you can't be their friend
any excuse to be above, in charge, or envied.
when did humans become something else
born on this planet in the same manner
yet we fight, kill and eradicate 
billions, with excuses that complicate
life.
there are no actual reasons, yet we believe lies.
when did we start ignoring our conscience
the voice that tells us taking anything from life is wrong 
Tell me how long
has it been since you've seen the entire world as your brother and friend
forget a border, skin color, land or shore.
when did we forget Love 
and replace it with money, greed, hate and disgust
we've forgotten how to trust
others and ourselves
to breathe and recognize all that do the same.
When can we get back to us again?

Namaste

Symphony


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Stoned

Just a sniff or a whiff 
soothes the soul,
a kiss of the syringe
fills with peace and joy
so great alas! Temporary.

Oh! what many'd give
to soar on wings eagle's
and to the highest peaks climb
amidst tunes angelic.

But many a soul oft shatter
under its grip inexorable,
bound in chains and iron fetters
to a sniff, whiff and
oh! A kiss of the syringe.

They sit back and fantasize,
but the Peace they seek
is naught but an illusion,
a dream they chase and ne'er get
till they bid the world goodbye!


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Teacher

Why, why, why? Is all I ask
Do you send these folk my way
There not the ones I'd choose myself
But I attract within hooray
You must have plans to work me Lord
Have I really gone astray

I try so hard to be polite
You send me those who groan
From trials of life
Crying painful body drones
But I face a war continually Lord
Spine crumbling pained bones

I questioned much over the years
Of those you sent my way
But each one has had effect on me
What will I have learned today
I want to tell of things you've done
And why I've learnt to pray

You sent me counseling to help
Through things wrong in my youth
Then church fellowship did help me through
When marriage went down sluice
A teacher friend taught me much
In assertiveness and truth

You sent me someone kind and true
When I'd thought life was gone
A friend of a friend a neighbors brother
Turned out to be the  one
Who'd bring me home and settle again
Protect me and my two sons

You showed me work where I did learn
The skills to pull me through
In kitchens I did learn to cook
In schools help my children too
The staff within were pillars and rocks
In illness helped me do

You send others now to my house
Now I can't go out all alone
I used to sit and ponder sorry
I couldn't do things on my own
But now I have found new waters
I can swim and write a poem

I help others through my charity support
When I can get to phone
I can help in ways that others cant
And control load with able zone
I listen to those there struggling
Look at positives not moan

So I'm thankful for those folk you sent
Though I don't understand your process
But each time one has helped me to 
Understand and cope it's noticed
So send someone to help I'll pray
And I'll listen as perfect hostess




Author's notes

Okay, so I realize as it stands it needs tweaking, but at the time the pen flowed and now it 
needs some TLC... any ideas welcome, although I do not want to detract from the 
meaning/depth.  Any idea of rhyme was not originally intentional so please forgive I know at 
present its dreadful!! Help please?


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Killing Ants

Ants are known to be industrious,
Bustling about the anthill
In lines and arcs and freeform patterns,
Intent on some important insect mission,
Minding their own business, thank you.

Of course, sometimes ants have to be exterminated
If they’re likely to bite a small child,
Or interrupting the flow of one’s flower bed,
Or just plain in the way.

After all, they’re only bugs,
Small and inconsequential and expendable.

Occasionally, small rough and tumble boys,
Full of bravado and challenging each other,
Will desecrate an anthill recklessly
Just for sport…
And to see the ants run frantically
In response to the destruction of their entire world
At the whim of a dirty-sneakered foot.

They look so small from up above
Scurrying about like ants
Tiny and insignificant  from the height
Of a skyscraper, or a ski lift,
Or the windshield of a fighter pilot’s plane.
Tiny, and in the way
Because, as we all know,
Sometimes ants have to be exterminated.


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Today

I realised today
that haste is the greatest enemy of Truth,
that acting without necessary Cause
is just creating More Noise!

I realised today
that letting something go before it dies away
is just as bad as picking it before it is ripe:
that things come and pass as they please
and playing God is simply playing the fool.

I realised today
that everything I don;'t like about you
is a reflection of something I don't like in me.
For I can't really perceive anything outside myself:
I am everything I see and feel.

I realised today
that Time is just the gap
between Thought and Manifestation,
that what I think, I create,
and Time is just the Gap which allows me to see that.

I realised today
that it's only when I get back in touch with my Feelings
that I know Truth:
for neutrality is just a game
the Ego plays to avoid Hurt.

I realised today
that my Mind is full of games,
that I want Out,
that I want to be Still
and Feel what I know to be True.....

for Truth is what I Feel
not what I Think:
thoughts crumble upon closer inspection
but Feelings persist,
leading me to Higher and Higher awareness.....

and whatever I do,
nothing can become more sacred
than this Magic Moment of stillness
I hold between each breath:
this eternity which passes from me every second,
the Universe crystallised in one tiny pulse......


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Why does the will i am hate Mr Jones?

Is it cause youre small minded Mr jones asks the many voices who once had 
repect counting the crows pecking the and gouging out their eyes?
Is it cause you loathe what you dont understand and this revelation is something 
they need to see in themselves?
Is it the fact you carry a heavy load and need a helping hand
was it the opium you down like poison that you Jones for
leaving you to ask who i am?

Whats the will I am saying?
as he steals my spotlight
leaving me here assassinated verbally like a sitting duck
sure im no hippy sniffing daisies
pounding on drums in peace beads begging for sex
with a picket sign saying peace please

Is it because im gay?
Is it because im spiritual?
do we have penis envy?
Have you read the lists?
are you going to pay the tithe?
and before you mash the send button with snide cruel bitter comments
please please
don't think twice

the murder of crows circling
cawing in the blood moon sky
November rains down on this wedding day
and I am forever by your side
why does my will
the will i am hate me?
is it a syndrom of an itchy trigger finger
an itch below the waste
why must everyone pull eachother down
back into the boiling pot
like the crabs we truly are in this amazing race
to lose it all
then fall
and sing and
sway and praise
and humm such blasphemous amazing grace
of grammatical errors and spelling mistakes

oh sweet sugar coatings
and icing on the cake
The will iam
I wonder counting crows
a famous last name with me
Mr jones
why do you hate the will I am

Is it because i read tarot cards?
is it because i'm gay?
is it because i'm amongst favorites?
is it because im controversial?
is it because you have nothing to say?

but who am i flamethrower
i sit here a hack
with a curse gor the harpie you are
and a smile upon my face
i throw this effortless nothing
and never look back

the stone falls into the pool of the abyss
oh will i am
mr jones
why do you loathe what you dont understand?


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To Eden Part I

What pushes my pen in this whimsical notch of the world?

   Something whispers to me like an elder dream....
  
   and the trees hang arbored 'oer a little stream of sea,

   the feathered folk flit and flute,

   and sip the may-season rill;


Where sun has finally come dipping like a diamond.....

   I am measured to this mighty moment found;

   and there is holly even in the most forgotten shade,

   though royal (even) ----- with garland diadems made 


It would seem the angels have foretold this:

   to not forget the most beauteous of days;

   with proud hours honeyed, 

   the long-loving minute endures in thy heart,

   and remembers the kiss of legends

   despite realms of sadness and dark,

   the withered wind which blows old upon the sad hills....

   too ancient for wise men; for in youth how pink the heart

   and varied, new struggles are many -----

   yet plain with simple solutions


Mercy hath not a mind for memory....

   swift its song, its house clean of enemies lurking,

   no bogey-man skulking the midnite hour,

   no roving-a-wraith scratching the old attic boards;


Forgiveness sleeps in the quiet wood, 

   and wakes with whispers of faith,

   with the ease of nestled lambs and recollected days;

What poor tragedy to fret with dark remembrance,

   to furl hades in the denizens of thy heart ----

   black-tongued as the devil in his den!


What fool would prefer a scowl to a smile?

   enemies come and go.....

   friends come and remain,

   when the house is quiet with memories....

   of youth and adventure in the old daydream glass;

   more precious the ancient hours 

   and parched the pages of first chapters,

   first beginnings, first faces in the ripples of time's pond;


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Our Secret Rainbow....

Hands joined,we approach
our secret serene getaway
we slowly undress as goosebumps
rise more from anticipation
than the slight chill in the wind
again,hands together
our feet splash the surface
of the waterfalls pool
like playful children's excitement
we embrace as we feel the water 
envelope us with its cool power
and watch the colors of rainbows
form in the mist at the falls edge

Hidden behind the rush of fall
momentary peace we share
as the water seems to cleanse
all our troubles away immediately

Fore we know,it's only the magic
of the moment.....magical rainbows


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Whisper.

Green bottle bottoms swirl sleep in my window
muting the steam from an afternoon bath
Sorting, distorting the lawn and enigmas
which only a dream could decipher, behalf.
You, sitting lazy on the edge of the water
with one hand in suds and the other in air
as we softly discuss all the wells and beguiles
that life tends to throw us while we're unawares
Notes of last night hide in corners all crumpled
lists that we made to go this way and such
Steam and sleep water now up to my shoulders
impelling my skin flown to slickness and touch
We comprehend all the air and it's movement
Lifting the roof with the storming of brains
Quietly you kiss my forehead to silence
the mirror of heat from the breaking refrain
Glass and decisions, your hand breaking bubbles
and eyes bent on closing to slip, slip away
Afternoon lazy, the verge of discovery
filled up with the silence of words yet to say.


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A Walk From Reality

oh how my heart mourns 
         for dancing in the twinkling stars
             Atop the milky way
                  where peace enters my mind
             Worldly matters are far from here
        the glimmer of the moon 
lights my path
           a walk from reality
                 amidst the dewy clouds
                      distant voices still call for me
tugging my soul back to what I know
                but for a moment I was there
                                           free, uninterrupted, alone, ME


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Sky

A dark and endless space
Capturing your gaze
Its dawning power
Unleashed upon you
You close your eyes
And enter a world
                                          Other than your own


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Quietude

Quietude
          by Odin Roark

Quietude
Like a tree’s dark shadow
Knows only the absorption of all colors
Rendering the din of senses
A cacophonous silence

How gentle the process
Once resistance abates
The mind’s own deprivation tank
Engendering trust void of fear

Yet

So hesitant are many
To embrace the white light
To wait out nature’s tintinnabulation
The white noise becoming aphonic

To lay oneself down
Afloat atop the water
The grass
The ethereal reality of consciousness
Where leaves of brown
Beneath the awaiting orange of 
Red and yellow repeat nature’s cycle

Where jasmine lures the mulch of life
Into purity’s gateway
Patiently biding time’s eternal truth
Preparing one with zero

The hush of peace
The quiet of love
The mutation of hate
Conjoin in harmony’s sublime reward
The circle of quietude



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An Okie's Lament

Oh, America,
my beloved America.
The world owns your soul,
and chortles as catastrophe comes.

Bartered was your legacy,
for riotous living,
and pottage no longer gratifies
your innards cravings.

Terrorist lambaste your innocent,
and spread false doctrines.
Fear and anxiety hold you captive,
casting foreboding shadows o'er your land.

As a mongrel wallowing in its vomit,
so it is, you and your sin.
Having no vision of signet ring and fatted calf,
your robe now drapes a self righteous frame.

Has the line in the sand been crossed?
While your flag still flies, the eagle soars,
and your Statue of Liberty stands erect,
return unto the father.

Oh America,
my beloved America,
God loves thee more than I.


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Unexpected Angel

Many tears have been shed for what no longer is.
The heart that lost all hope was left for the scavengers…
Scavengers that would physically take advantage of him,
But with his verbal consent. 

His heart was dying… with nobody to heal it.
Many women had the chance to have him, 
But something would keep him away from the true threats.
Some may say fate, while others would say God… But I say thank you.

Thank you for saving me from countless destructive paths.
Thank you for keeping me slightly sane.
Thank you for giving me exactly what I needed.
Thank you for showing her to me.

Her name eluded me for a time period,
But now rings out like that of an angel’s.
She came and put her arm around me…
Wiped my face clean of tears.

She gives me love like no other,
Even though I don’t see why.
She makes me believe her heart is mine,
While in reality, my heart is hers.

She will never admit what she truly deserves,
Only desire the happiness for whom she loves.
Always ready to sacrifice her heart for his…
While all he wants is her heart.

The passage of time makes their future uncertain.
Will they be walking down an isle together
Or just in a park as friends?
Will they share a bed in love or in playful fun?

None of this is yet known…
Both have their desires, hopes and dreams
But with all of this, one thing is certain.
Teddie, I love you always and forever you will be with me.


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In the End

Two swigs of tequilla
Strawberry Daiquri
A pair of scissors
Some anger
Pain
Emptiness
An arm and a leg
Meke a good time
For shedding some blood
Tears anyone?
Breaths feel cool
Taste rebelious.


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Radiance

Radiance

A radiant being
descended upon
her old home
today,

The place where
she grew up –

---

Sunlight,
filtering through
slats
& faded window shades,

Brightens
& shines more clearly
as she passes,
bringing
contented purrs and stretches
to the aged
and bony cats
who lie aslumber
in the path
of the warming,
dappling rays

---

Dear Old Dog, quiet
for once,
wags her tail,
a friendly question
sparkling
in her tired, rheumy eyes,
her grey paws
dancing,
young again
for a shining, vaporous moment

(— Oh, yes, and I
like you too,
my very dear, I
like you, too! —)

---

This radiant being
brought contentment
to her birthplace
today,

& left it
brighter
than the stars

---

Dear Old Dog’s
asleep now,
wearing moonlit strips
and dreaming,

While the erstwhile slumberous
ancient cats
awake
to quest the night

And radiance

remains


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Ur Angel of Sadness

I once was your Armageddon, your mystic legend
Times we argued, realized it was foolish and grinned
Times we laughed, time is a luxury we do not have
Let us old hands old man
The lady beside you, she sang a beautiful tune 
The things we don’t want to lose 
The loved ones we hate, similar to the above sons mate
The people we want to please 
Those we set a perfect yet fragile image
Only to be later ceased
Precious moments we so desperately want to keep 
Shh! You speak as though you’re never coming back
But I will not return, best wishes, Ur angel of sadness
I’m a survivor
I work miracles, I was yours
I was everything and nothing anyone would care for 
I am still your Armageddon, your mystic legend
My objectives to make you laugh, smile, and mourn
Your rapture, warriors of eternity, a child lost and torn
Mission suffered massive failure 
Let us hold hands this final hour
For your misery is ours
You can say you loved him
You can say you placed no other above him
Despite how it sounds
The individual will everyone around him
Is the loneliest person around
In memory of those whom titled him “Angel of Sadness”


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Lost

Confused and lost
sitting in a place full of ghosts
longing for  love I will never find
hoping one day someone will understand me
holding my heart close behind this wall
wanting someone to take it and keep it safe
knowing it will never happen
no one can see past the wall that's in place
hiding who I am from prying eyes
never letting anyone see my longing
never able to find the door to let them in
being ever eluded by the truth
a truth only felt from love
no one really sees me
no one really cares to look


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Midnight Sail On Massachusetts Bay

Releasing the rigid anchor line
Leaving the safety of land in our wake
Warm July zephyrs filling the sails
Resting even hands upon the tiller
As the bow broken waves drift slowly aft
Herring Gulls night songs hang as we pass
Violet clouds drifting in pinkish bronze dusk
Outlining the schooner adrift on the horizon
Dancing rhythm of the Highland Lighthouse
Gifts a moment of wine warmed lips fervor
Alone with the lights from distant headlands
Their essence illume the crests softly breaking
Gently swaying the craft in warm foamy brine
Faint guitar moments with my voice uninhibited 
Evoking past memories of love on the Atlantic
Aspiration caught whole in the sail as we lay
A fearless embrace in the ethereal darkness
Of midnight on Massachusetts Bay sails…


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Mrs. Hershey's Garden

In her garden, with the humid scent of every rose
looking over amusement's risk and welcoming desire
I wish to find myself with you.
Singing shoulders, with your hand upon me in the sun
breaking peace like bread at lunch with butterflies
and water sprays springing up in smiles.
Cat tails blowing, laying down to kiss the ground
with sweet nasturtium on their lips in red and coral yellow
while we open our eyes wider.
In her garden, with the herbs she seldom trampled
sneaking shade amongst the trees while rabbit eyes alert
the world to paradise discovered.
In her garden.


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Divine

Awakening,   cocooning
The air with tenderness,   breathing,
As it waters arid grounds,   speaking,
As it drenches the air with harmonious sounds, it makes
One succumb the soul, 
It makes one
Thank God…

Nature’s divinity,   as 
It enraptures me,   liberating 
My soul from earth’s dimness and
Opaqueness…

In its arms I am,  and 
Within its embrace I’ll eternally be…








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Behind these eyes

    You see my face and you see my expression but you don't know the real me that i'm 
protecting.
 
     You don't know that behind these eyes that a little girl cries every night, you 
don't know the half so why are you desperately trying to label me with some brand that I 
would never wear.

    If you'd look a little deeper into these pearly browns you know that I am not just a 
cover you have to take time to read the book to really know me. 

     You can't just skim the back or listen to what other people say because yeah I might 
be talked about but unless you dip into the pudding you will never truly know why.

    Maybe if you looked a little deeper you'd see someone trying to keep up in a endless 
race. 

   I keep on moving but it's never any good I guess I underestimate myself or maybe I 
just need someone to give me courage.

     I see the surprised look on your face and all I can do is laugh, I bet you didn't 
think that I had so much depth, I better you never realized. 

      So even if it's not me your interested in, please let me teach you one lesson. You 
can see some much more behind the eyes of a girl than the cloud of makeup hiding her 
face. 

In a girls eyes you can see her insides, her deepest fears, her insecurities. 

Behind these eyes is the magical side, and if you can look into them first then I know 
that your confident and well worth the struggle.


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Look

Look from inside yourself and you will see.
All the splendor of God's creativity.
Flowers mountains bird bees
Animals and plants of all species.
Beautiful sights to please the eyes.
All people of every color shape and size.
Look at yourself your are God's prize.
Built by his hands so healthy and strong.
Given the strength to always carry on.
The beauty of life is open like a book.
In every little cranny and nook.
God's love is always there 
All you have to do is look.
Everything is within your grasp
All you have to do is ask.
Look to God to complete all tasks.
See the bird fly and see his grace.
The beauty of God is in every Human's face.
Look! His love shines brighter than sunrays.
Look to God and you will be happy all your days.





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Another Side of the Story

     from the depths 
of the ocean
   to the mountains of
the moon
   you can see what
you want to see, learn what you will
   but maybe - just maybe
you'll 
      alight on a 
branch
     join the birds in 
        song
Unreal thought!
Unreality
     has become the 
order of the day
     while senseless legions 
march
      the air is full
of the sounds of gunpowder
As the fire dies
   become what 
you always
          desired to be
         leave the 
battle to others
     eyes peer out 
in the shadows
      hope rises with the wind
let us view peaceful 
    green fields below
fly with those birds
    as down below 
a magical truce is 
reached
       To be enshrined 
      Forever
    in the hearts of men 


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Submerge Me

Leisurely walking towards it,
My heart pounds with excitement 
As I walk into this perpetual
Freedom,  

It tenderly touches my feet, as
Goosebumps begin to
Drench my body…
A shiver in my spine refreshes me, 
As hairs on the back of my neck stand up,

Its arms get closer to me
And embrace my trembling body;
 The scent of surrounding lavender flowers
Increase with the breeze,

I breathe the odor of perfection,
As the sky brightly shimmers
With the gentle light of the sun,

I spread my arms, as if I were
A free bird, a symbol of liberty;
Melodies in the air began to chant,
The harmonious mixture of feelings
Was captivating, 

I continued walking,
As it continued soothing my soul,
With its magical, delightful, wonderful
Harmonies that enchant the mind,

Venturing my life, I walked further,
Knowing how precious it is…
To me,
It’s something called everything…

I walked even further,
Feeling its sympathy…
A-h-h! Sweet empathy; it’s
 A surrounding of everlasting comfort,

Emotions poured from the sky,
Cascading into its waters…
Particles of its smooth sand
Slithered on my skin…

Its waters that reflect the gleaming sunlight,
Its azure sky, its golden sand, and
Every single aspect of it…
Sedates my soul,

“Let your waves hold me for eternity...”
For in its arms,
My sorrow no longer can be.


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The First Painting

Though heavens open in sluice, hitherto
     First light trippingly carving out
          Slivering wisped skies bewailing
               Elevating perception in voiceless misery
Perceiving faith…

A pioneering masterpiece fashioned
     Nature’s initial exhibition 
          Leisurely comes to pass on high
               In illuminated celestial vividness
Astonished in allay…

Suspended absolute fleeting swiftly
     Virtuous prismatic watercolors
          Chorused seraphic pealing
               Heralded upon soft zephyrs
Promise acquiescing…
                                       
                         Divine stroked rainbow


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Do you Believe in My God?

My God, he doesn’t
Want me to suffer
Horribly, beating myself up
For the nature of only breathing
My God, he isn’t a Murder
Vindicating war with a divine right
Wasn’t given, By my God
I don't have a religion
but a philosophy
I speak to my God directly, 
I don't need a middle man because
It's me and my God

Oh yes, I believe in the Lord
But at times I see, things that should not be seen
He sets my faith in an ice cube tray and lets it thaw
Drip down and clear the eyes
Lets these emotions saturate and open out
We make our own destiny
The lord is my guidance, my daylight in the darkness
He tells me my end but how I get there
Depends on my actions

And when I ask him, why ? Why is this killing happening?
Morally up righteous bible bangers screaming
All sins are committed by THESE sinners. Aren’t we all, sinners? I fall ill
Thinking of all these lies swirling
Popping like bubbles in an unsanitary bathtub trying to pass the
Minimum health regulations

TELL ME LORD

Why do you let this happen, what is the solution?
He speaks one word: you
Others  run with miscommunication
Thinking, you? You? You?
Pointing fingers throwing bombs
Shooting children, in the name of God
While tears fall from the sky, clouding
All that’s morally right
But its really, it’s up to you you you
To change the world
Do you, believe, in the Lord?


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Goodnight....Sleep tight.

As daylight ebbs  comfy folds of colorful quilts wrap around the land
sending  it  into  blissful slumber.
Sunset nods listlessly its orange glow stretch and yawn before receding  to 
distant shores.
Mountains shrink to grotesque shapes as a playful moon skips high into the sky
teasing shapes on the earth below.
Night creatures rejoice setting up a cacophony of sounds
that urge us  into a place of  peaceful Neverlands.
Tree  shadows stark against  the darkness weave a drunken  path in eerie 
silence to the sound of their own befuddled music 
while the moon flings these unwelcome guests against houses  and 
skyscrapers on high.
Old buildings creak with weariness brittle joints bowing under the weight of 
daily   toil
Airplanes drone weary to the bones  eager for rest on the runway 's breast.
 Neon lights flit and swirl a disco rythm throbbing heartbeats in the night
while light bulbs doze under dusty shades.
Later yet the snore of man strikes  the final gong  long before the wake-up tap 
of the rising sun.


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Mother Earth

Your vast stores feed the entire human race.
Yet we slap you in the face.
We destroy your beauty with our dumping and toxic waste.
We destroy the ozone protecting us from the 
harmful rays of the sun.
If we keep this up we will cause our own destruction.
We were made from you with God's own hands.
Yet we destroy your precious trees and lands.
We have enough weapons to kill all life twice.
To destroy you would be the end to all human life.
Why must we be so blind?
Our lust for power and greed
Has made us oblivious to your needs.
We must take care of you as you take care of us.
Or we will all die return to dust.
The healing of you start with each of us.
We must all do our share as rulers over you.
Our future and survival depends on how we use you.
Implement programs to clean up our mistakes.
Do what is necessary whatever it takes.


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My Secret

I like the way you smell
The way you look
How you dress
Your unique and different from the rest.

You opened my eyes to things brand new, 
You showed me that there is nothing that you can't and will not do.

You made me realize that I don't have to hold on to the past.
You have convinced me that our friendship will last.

I'm glad I met you, you put a smile on my face.
Now I feel like my heart is in place.


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The Jester.

Oh little quipster
Come dance for me
Embrace upon me
Wit and humor
Hypnotize me 
With alluring charm
Unbreakable
Fill your performance
With moments of regret
Whipped and wrenched
Upon my spirit
Do me this favor
One final time
And I shall forget
Your debt to me


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Beckoning Voice

The day’s eyes closing bidding goodnight
Stroking the skies bitter reddish copper
Wind arrested folklore settling low
Lit only by the soft blushing of candlelight 
My final stanza is penned for me

The bounty of my lifetime in toil
Strewn wearily about yet I am gratified
Back to the beginning at last I’m beckoned
The wonder of life sweetly consecrated    
Eons of drudgery sit pure upon my crest

The symphony strings echoing dully
Life’s eminence now infinitely darkened
Those earthbound lament over me
Their salty sacrifices fall a blessing
The attribute of living sits grimly

Yielding with each burdened exhale, venerated
I fight ahead awaiting those whispers
A final focused moment of noble dignity
Delaying but an instant to express…before
My spirit answers back in perpetual silence


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My Walkabout...

The nights were long
and my days seem short
had to do something
so I left my port

A one-way ticket
on a greyhound bus
a compelling journey
inner feeling must trust

first stop,Durango
high in the Rockies
a couple of days hiking
loud thunder was shocking

Next stop,was Gallup
from here,began my walk about
unsure of destination
first step began my route

Halfway to nowhere
dropped my load,to look around
sensational insight
revelation was found

Looked back toward beginning
so distant,out of sight
looked ahead for the end
no end to my flight

Sort of like life
past and future,uncertain
adventerous journeys
once removed from our curtain

continued my walk
through the mountains of Arizona
amazing sights
spent the night all alone-a

Under a canopy of stars
cool evening wind
no city lights
a universe with no end

Infinity came calling
understanding to follow
somewhere hides destiny
heartsongs sung hallowed.....


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Strength

Draw from pain,stress and strife.
It will help you find better ways to better your life.
You will run into obstacles along the way.
Trust in God you will grow stronger and wiser each day.
Strength comes from struggle and God keeps you strong.
Don't let disappointments make you give up.
Sometimes things are hard, bitter is the tea in the cup.
God puts nothing on us that we cannot handle.
All sadness of loss he can dismantle.
Stay strong through adversity like a soldier at war.
Survive stay strong and heal life's scars.
Do not let anything in this world break your spirit.
If you have love to give give it.
Let others be inspired by your spirit.
Remember they are in a better place when you lose those dearest.
If you have noone remember God is always there.
Strength is knowing someone will always be there.


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The Black Valise

Directions to envision a lost trail of agony
Reveals passage to a black bag tautly held for many years
While overhauling contents of a violent imagery
I thrust forward to the pathway of rudimentary repair
To weaken the hold and ease the grips of anguish and despair
Thoughts are pulling me,pushing me toward perception more each day
Torn apart by recognition as it was consciously turned away
Broken of hand it plummets, while insulting the earth below
Thousands of tears race from the bag as I nurture my scorned ego
A gush of emotion slashes the soil in a torrent, bitter rain
While viciously spouting a pool of frustration
Then is snatched up by the dirt again
In contempt of the ailing turmoil that stifled many a goal
The soil sucks it down, further down, then swallows it in whole
The satchel of stressful burden once over-stuffed by me
Descends to fill on devil’s rations where it packs up easily
Fate of torments asunder, I had to let go
To cradle awareness and potentially grow
Advanced from suppression, unwilling to stumble
Into the black clutch of madness where healthy minds crumble


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Her True Love (Palindrome)

Her
love
so true
it brings a smile
makes the heart sings
softly
kisses 
her charming
kisses
softly
makes the heart sings
it brings a smile
so true
love
Her

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Author's Comment: Palindrome, also known as the Mirrored Poem, reads forwards and 
backwards.   It stems from the Greek word palindromos: palin, meaning again, and dromos, 
meaning a running. Combining the two together, the Greek meaning gives us, running back 
again. The concept of the “mirrored images” reflects an “image mirrored,” which includes a 
word in the center of the poem as a reversal point for the sentence or even the poem.  
There is no set number of stanzas or any rules for construction.

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Human Son of peace

In peace he left his lodge, and reverently he trod,

the way his mother shown the way from youth he'd known.

To connect with all there was, as his family slept he played.

he played to the  great white spirit God, with thanks in the

melody, from memory's shared of successfull hunting days,

he thought of his child at play,and his wife with her sun toned

skin, of beads here, she'd braided for him. He thought of tommorow's

trail the inevitable (moving day) on the rolling prairie hills, and

the coming winter ( still )  of the laughter and horseplay there would

be along the way, sending out the breath that the spirit gave back

in his wafting praise. He remembered the forward scouts out under

the open skies, and the owl of the grasslands cry, he asked that the

way be free of eyes of enemies. Human Son of peace, at peace in

the forests half sleep.

for Constance La France's His story contest, written by Joe Maverick.


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LOVE

Loyalty
One self
Virtuous
Eternity


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Love Never Fades

There's a little history to this particular poem. I know I wrote it when I was 11 or 12 years old. I wrote it for my Grandma Dorabel, who is today 90 years old. I also wrote it for my uncle John who had been taking care of her at the time; I didn't want to leave him out so I put on the letter: For Grandma Dee and Uncle John! I wrote this short little poem along with a drawing of a cat and some flowers. However, I actually never sent the picture to her! My parents and I must have forgotten to send! To me that was unacceptable! I thought to myself today when I found the picture, I must send it now! The picture is now on its way to her, so I am happy she will at last receive it. 

---------------------------- You can send me a bouquet of flowers, You can order me a box of chocolates, You can buy me a fancy outfit, But flowers don't last, Chocolates eventually disappear, Outfits get out of style, Yet Love never fades, And it's the most precious gift of all


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Kokopelli

Once upon a time and sometimes, even still,
Men call him by name and worship him, a god.
Not a God, who demands and receives men's fear,
Their prayers His just payment for paths they trod.

No quivering or terror is desired by he, no fearful pleas,
Prayers with this one are but dialogue with an old one;
Abuelo, Grandfather, Uncle, Sire.. Happy prayers.
Viejo, we pray to thee to return to us, thy lonely ones.

With Thy coming play the sun warm upon thy flute.
Grace us with children and rains and honeybees.
O lover of the singing reed, give us a fecund earth as Mother.
And give unto her womb thy holy cargo, the sacred seed.

Hide not from us, beloved bringer of life, we know thee.
No paint or warbead decorate thee or feathers of Hawk or Eagle.
Wear  a crown of ivy leaves and smile as you play to encycle us
Bearer of the sacred seed, player of the singing reed,

To know this of thee is to know all. Yol Bosum!! may there be a road. 

By William Kershaw  written just for Constance's Tell His Story contest


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Stone Mountain Must Die

Stone Mountain should die today.
Tomorrow would be fine.
But that raft of traitors eulogized, defaced
Would remedy an abuse of time.

The betrayers that love it still
Are awash from the American current.
The tattoo of turncoats on that hill
Long abuse our country's spirit.

Stone Mountain must die fast and sound
By dynamite, acid, or hammer.
That sad rock knows its whole bestrewn
Will solve shame to God that raised it.

It was granite first, bigoted statement second
An emblem of lawless, unresolved Reconstruction.
The stone cries out: Fuel the worst in men?
Release me now, come fast my full destruction.


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Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt
10/3/2013


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Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/07/13


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To Catch An Eagle { Anaphora }

I love to watch them eagles soar lands edge
I love to watch them unfurl their wings wide 
I love to watch them dip and dive while circling blue yonder
I love to watch them acheive highest mountain peaks
I love to watch them crest their new borns in the nest
I love to watch them ruffle their feathers after a rainfall
I love to watch them represent the United States Of America
I love to watch them not back down from  predators 
I love to watch them continue seeking for missing mate
I love to watch them conjoin and start a new tradition
I love to watch them eagles soar  lands edge


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Tempest

Call her "Tempest", for hers are eyes of storm.
Winds of passions held at bay, a torrent of tears uncried,
fires bound in those confines yearn to flash unchained into the night;
and peace is seldom found behind the clouded walls in the eyes of storm.

Her face reveals no inference nor her manner does supply
the slightest indication of the tumult found inside.
Her twisted tresses hint with subtlety
the wants,
the needs,
the fears,
the hopes,
the sorrows 'neath veils of lashes bound.

A sharpened tongue and razor wit, iced cold with frigid stares
are evidence more of the battle fought within erstwhile founts of tears.

The clouds spiral ever faster and the waves mount higher still.
The tormentuous seas have victims claimed, for none have yet them tamed.
Within those eyes of Tempest rage the unsettled memories
of sailors many and those to whom the task proved beyond reach...
for yet has one to brave those eyes and weather well the gale...
to find the calm I know is there within the eyes of storm.

I thought once to be a sailor...to face undaunted her winds and rain.
Methinks I once caught sight of sun amid her skies of darkened gray.
I know the calm is in there...in the heart of this hurricane,
'though I doubt it is I who'll find the peace deep within the eyes of storm.

Yeah. call her "Tempest", call her "Storm" call her "Calamity",
but fear not the rain,
nor winds,
nor waves she'll hurl in direction thine,
For somewhere beyond her wall of clouds 
is Eden in the eyes of storm.


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Beauty, Love and Peace

Beauty, Love and Peace Beauty appears to be, In serene mood sometimes, Spreading the peace in mind Beyond horizons, limits and time. Peace is really such a wonderful state, Which enhance our mind and soul, and It makes us feel the joy of love and mirth, Influencing, our mind, heart and soul sublime, Which exist only otherwise, in that supreme being. Beauty takes us further and even beyond further, Amid the lofty heights, where love opens it wings, Where cool breeze blows to touch our mind, Where pleasure refresh our heart and feelings, Music and songs further take our souls, In a world of delight, so beautiful, so sublime, While flying and floating high in the sky. When peace reaches it's ultimate, It yields the fruit of love, Compassion and kindness, Then burst like buds, In every happy and serene mind, A Godly quality began to reflect, In every act of a cool mind. Beauty when get mingled, With the sparks of love, It bring the hearts and bind, So close and so loving, that bodies and beatings, Become one amid the ecstasies of loving minds. Nothing can reach here, nothing can disturb, Nothing can explain the beauty of love, Here the beauty even gets a new definition, It no more remains the beauty of body, It becomes the beauty of our being. Beauty dwells in every heart and mind, But very seldom reaches that stage, Where it become an inner decoration, Instead of a thing of vanity and pride. Ravindra Kanpur 19th May 2012 Inspired by Joann Grisetti’s poem
NOTE : To have the views and comments on these vital petals of life and poetry I have placed a Blog also on Poetry Soup on 19th May as "How you consider Beauty leads to Love and Love leads to Peace". The Blog is receiving most beautiful ideas from the pens of many of my most learned friends and philosophers on Poetry Soup.


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A Yellow Back Spider



You might call it an epiphany as I bedded down amongst the vines a beautiful yellow back spider for the entire afternoon we would spent some time With sun glistening above and a wind caution and free a delicate web of life he began a sight my eyes marveled to see From tiny branch to tiny branch a miraculous grand design took shape rectangles stacked upon rectangles squares of silk he fashioned free Within this beauty and grace he paused as if to see a smile within my heart aglow a hope for humanity "Thrive" I said to the little guy as I rolled back to my feet a grateful dream I did thee witness a minuet piece of Gods majesty


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We Welcome the Sun

We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 

A gleaming sunrise is seen in the distance – shedding relief 
Bursting forth like fireworks in the dark blue sky 
Hues of beauty and sincerity washes away our grief
The cheery clouds come together like lovers embracing one another

I’m never waving goodbye
   
It’s so surreal… and magnificent to see this scene unfold
You lift up the sparkling light… you’re an angel from up above
It’s so vibrant – the illuminated sight never dulled 
You bring us luck and excitement – 

You’re as pleasant as a dove 

We welcome the sun
We welcome the love
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
To omit the darkness 
To abolish the distress
To conceal the darkness
And reveal the halo
Hovering around your head
Burning away the dread 
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
We welcome the sun

An ocean of love is rubbing against my feet
Blankets of comfort embrace me now… our love will never dry
You treat us with reverence and I repeat – 
You’re as pleasant as a dove – taking wing from on high 
We welcome the sun in the morning 
We welcome the sun with open arms
We welcome the sun 
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
We welcome the sun 

A speedy breeze is whistling in my ears
Spiraling mad like a spinning top
Spiraling mad with all of its might 
You’re very intriguing – you casted away our fears 
Your gorgeous eyes
Project bright green and blue
You’re special in His sight 
He welcomes you
We welcome the hope 
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
To lighten up your load 
And lead you to the mercy road
Where you and I will escape to paradise
To drive out all of the negativity
To conceal the wretched farewells
To reveal the light in goodbye 

We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun
We welcome you
With open arms 


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NEW YEAR

Year 2011 is over.
We start a brand new and shiny year 2012.
We all have dreams,
we all have hope.
Dreams of a better life.
Dreams of justice.
Dreams of a good world, with room for all of us.
Dreams of good health and that we all be well.
Dreams of food for all the hungry.
Dreams of warmth to the freezing.
Dreams of a mother and father to the children who have not.
Dreams of peace on earth and no one should suffer.
Dreams of loves´ triumph over evil.
Dreams that weapons put down and no more killing.
Hope - Lets all make this happen.
           Let there be peace on earth.





*HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL MY SOUP FRIENDS.


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A Sailor's Prayer

Lord, here my prayer, 
send your angels, 
to guard well, we sailors, 
serving in your fleet, 
protect us from harm or defeat, 
give us guidance and wisdom, 
to pursue diplomacy, instead of war, 
peace, instead of hatred, 
life, over death, 
when I die, permit me appear first, 
at your gate, 
allow the devil, to think, I'm late, 
and, before he realizes his mistake, 
grant me entrance, and assign me to serve, 
life eternal, in your heavenly flee 


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One Country, One World

Which nation of the world
Do I belong?
I belong to the nation 
Of unity,
No transgression,
And freedom for all.

I belong to the nation 
Of  Equalities-
Equality between 
Proletariat and aristocracy
Disabled and abled
Woman and man
Young and old
Black and colored
People and nation
Right and rule...

I belong to the nation of peace
Across the land, the sea and the sky.
And peaceful stretch to the arboreal.
And Peace of souls,
Of bodies
And minds.

My belonging
Is my strength-
The rhythm that keeps me growing.
Though I was born a Nigerian.
Not I neglects being call
American, Ghanaian, Portuguese
Chinese, Korean, Indian...
Though I'm by virtue 
Of land mass
An African      
Not do I dismiss 
In unison unit 
That type me Asian,
North American,
South American,
European, 
Australian
And Antarctica.

I belong to
A nation,
A voice...
One country,
One world.




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Pledge Of Allegiance, Revisited

I Pledge Allegiance
a solemn vow of obedience, from the earliest age of grievance,
when found deliverance, one people, united against tyranny and intolerance,
become the model of democracy and toleration

To The Flag
the symbol of once colonization come together in celebration,
a new unconquerable nation, a successful castration,
of oppression and dictation

Of The United States Of America
a conglomeration of peoples form one nation,
13 colonies a single relation, one voice, one oration,
tread on me, expect retaliation

And To The Republic
a democracy, its creation, the Constitution, its foundation,
agreeable to all  in origination, fiercely guarded against demolition,
militarization, and impregnation, over all these years, still on station
 
For Which It Stands
the protector of all oppressed lands, the world over she lends a hand,
her signature, her blood, in foreign sand

One Nation
from sea to sea, whether rich or poor, some vocal, others, chose to ignore,
those who guard the shore, those who knock on heavens door,
one nation, esprit de corps

Under God
in a time when belief was strong, today, should not be wrong,
having been with us so very long, a few may sing a different song,
most will believe, as they have, all along

Indivisible
one, as a whole number, cannot be divided by any other,
many have tried under guise of brother, only to be denied by the mother

With Liberty And Justice For All
the means to end all oppression, infinitely wrong with transgression,
succession, regression, and repression along

Our Pledge of Allegiance
a pledge of a nation, a history profound, one indivisible number,
all it takes, to be no longer allowed





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If Old Men Fought

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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WATERWORLD


Below earth,darting fish hear the arteries of the undersea replete with mollusks and embroidered shells as wreath of lotus revels in peace, bathing in the salt of puffed clouds. Gentle are urchins whispering tuneful language of serenity ,somewhat delicate as sea bed is to coral in the moist throb of dweling spaces for trade fleets to beckon the blue. Like so, guardians of an archipelago watch emblems of armadas ruffling the Pacific rim. Man- made vessels are aliens in the waterworld: greedy eyes, clawed hands pirating the mothers of pearls and infants of reefs. A watchful dolphin rolls along, shaking the ark's basement ramming doors of the ocean floor: a world poisoned by tainted oil and dynamites where callous merchants invade the daily haul from innocent fishermen. Along shores, a divide between friends and foes is uncompromising; that beyond words, lord of tide rises to acknowledge the kindness of strangers, if they are kind enough to respect a waterworld's sacred heritage. Caleb Smith's Gone Fishin' by nette onclaud


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songs from the woods


            walking silently with the spirits of the woods 
             the stunning acquaintance of a snowy Owl
             Hearing songs from many around yet not seen or found
           
             careful your crossing a coral snake or copperhead
             preparing to wave all rights to see beauty to live
             one piercing bite from the red and yellow snake 
             deadly shy snake sudden death may await your fate

             stillness and earth is touched with Cherokee blood 
             many tribes with sage and fires dances the brave
             you see the wild mustangs ride and deer in mind
             the squirrels the rabbits and wolves you hear
 
              the woods once a many land to explore
              becomes extinct with Mans desire to build more
              how much can we take before it is gone forever

              entered  " in the woods contest "


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The Third Eye

These mysterious mist coloured hills
Leading up to the foot of the mountain
The smell of marshy terrain
Distant times and lost legends
Its where I often see lost souls,departed their earthly uniform
Visions only the third eye can see

What I see is a pale gray unhealthy face
Steeped in the worst imaginable fears
Something indescribable has struck that once living individual
Something evil happened around this swampy place
Thick layers of fog,increases my awereness of unblessed acts
Visions only the third eye can see

Who could this poor soul be?
Signs of  a time long ago,we live in different worlds,different eras
That face I see,has not found peace and blessings
Lost between parallel existences
Visions only the third eye can see

The third eye,interesting place,energy-sucker
Uncomfertable at times
Messanger of what has been,and will take place
Late afternoon,dusk,often activity
Close my eyes,displayed like a movie scrolls behind my eyelids
Visions only the third eye can see

These are the visions I see and which chases me
Never gives me that peace and quiet I sometimes need
The black crow,messanger of death and ilness
Hounts me,sometimes I don`t know who it is before it goes down
Living on historical grounds,helds many secrets of bygone times
Visions only the third eye can see


A.Ertsland
Repost from 17th.January 2012


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Let My Country Wake-Up and Bloom

Let My Country Wake up and Bloom
On the Independence Day of India                        For 15th AUGUST 2010


O Almighty God,
I pray to you today on the auspicious occasion,
Of our country’s Independence Day.

Let my country wake-up and bloom, 
Under the sky of freedom and prosperity,
While thinking, not only for the welfare of India,
But also for the well being of the entire world.

Let us show the world, that we not only believe,
In the theory of ‘The whole world is a family’
But we really care for it.

Make us more strong and benevolent,
Hard working, but generous,
Peace loving but strong enough to destroy those,
Who are trying to take the benefit of non-violence.
And are planning to spoil the peace of earth.

Give strength to my people to elect only those,
Who can show us a path of progress and humanity,
But not through the jungles of corruptions and absurdity.

Bless our people to elect only those,
Who are sincere and honest, brave and courageous?
Who may make my country a strong nation,
Give us strength to elect only those, who may
Save the Nature of this earth and may try 
To make, the entire world a beautiful place, 
To live with peace and love. 

Ravindra

Kanpur India  14th August 2010




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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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A Prayer For Strength To Be Yourself

It's hard doing something different.
It's difficult staying yourself.
In a world so accustomed to conformity,
It feels nearly impossible to be unique
As the one He created you to be.
How do we find the strength?
How do we find the courage?
How do we find the bravery?
Where do we defeat fear?
Well, He's hanging on The Cross
Giving life to you and me.
Thank You Jesus!
Let us not forget
With Christ,
Nothing is impossible,
For with God,
All things are possible!
Thank You Father!
Thank You!
We give our lives to You!
We are Yours!
Praise You forever
And forevermore!
In Jesus' Name,
We pray,
Amen!


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SILENCE

SILENCE


As love was immense....
......silence......
as the armor was to struggle
....ethereal silence....
as knowing was profound
...a finger caressed the ellipse in silence...
as neurons
foretold the third phrase
...anticipated silence...
better listen
to inhabitants of silence
to the zoom of cosmic atoms
the uuhh of ear  tension
the song of birds
the howling wind
and the images of fantasy and dreams
talking silently
as immense love......
......silence......





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The Old Salt

The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.

A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.

When patriotism was not just a word
but,
by what men lived and judged the worth of each, 
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend. 

An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station, 
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet. 

Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.

What greater honor, that when a man moves forward, 
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was. 

A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior, 
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.

The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now. 

Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember, 
because he now resides forever in our hearts.

As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye, 
as he draws upon his pipe, 
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.



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The Connections

23 December 2010

The Connections

Where are the pharaohs, the pharisees and the great philosophers
Of their times a holder of prominence, liberal interpreter and rational reasoning
For I am one who wishes to have a royal blood line and wisdom
I am one innocent and a blind to truth of the past

In every nook and cranny, there are begging, and the dying 
Helpless, unable to crawl for a safe place to hide
Get entangled into the system and find hard to get out
I wish I am many to extend a helping hand to every poor soul

Sadness felt for many loss and failures in life
Happiness dwells for satisfactions and achievements received
Denials for wrongdoings and acceptance for great deeds
I am all in these faces captured in such circumstances

Where in this world of choices and chances
We hurdle to life’s barrier to get in the end line
Many have proved their guts brought them to glory
I am few who joined the race because I am a pacer


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Crossroads: Part I

So, now it has come to this.

Raging fires,
layered against razor-tipped tongue,
ready to land upon eagle’s nest.

Ready for Solace’s oceanic visions...

Visions that never cared to change me,
only loves me enough to embrace.

She didn’t care to see right through me,
only cherishing me enough to see within.

She never caressed my love
while picking past-time scabs,
guilt sway dangling; a presumptuous noose.

She never hung me to out to dry,
a dangling blanket bloodied from ambivalent missionary positions.

No jealousy grasp against my closet dusted skeleton.

She never cut me with diamond ring uncertainties.

She never told me she loved me,
while running towards horizons’ indifference.

She simply wants to be memories’ wind upon my hand,
knowing I shut my palms from judgments’ scythe
and nightmares of distance filling my miles,
wallowing in my sin.

As I,
smell the winds of change.

This scent
lingers,
a wisp crying for release.

A rose petal
no longer willing to come to terms.

A dream
no longer wishing to exist
with minds’ eye shut.

A heart ready
to be
continued...

© Drake J. Eszes


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A Survivor's Prayer

                    A Survivor's Prayer

                                    for my daughter Yelena  
                                     and all burn survivors

          Fire...  Burn... Shock... Pain...
          I want to live! I don't want to die!

          O, who can help me?

          I  suffered from pain, distress and serious injuries,
          went  through a lot of tears and too many surgeries.

          O, my God, I am happy that I found You.

          My surgeon who grafted the skin,
          saved my life with his skills.

          O, my God, I know that You sent him.

          I had  rehabilitation for years;
          my body was red with scars.

          O, my God, You help me fight for my life.

          I changed, I'm different, I'm brave, I'm powerful.
          You treated not just my body, You treated my soul.

          O, my God, You gave me a second chance at life.

          I am a not victim, I am a Survivor;
          now I can help people with Your power.

          O, my God, Thank You. I feel Your love and care.

          I am blessed. I love You and I will live for You.


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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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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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GROUND ZERO

GROUND ZERO Today as I stand here, With your name engraved not just on stone But in the hearts of millions who thank you For not letting them cry, I feel proud that it was you… We wish you were here, There’s not a day we don’t think of you. There’s not a minute we don’t miss you. But we’re glad you ran into death So that a thousand others could walk into life. It was not your duty, You weren’t meant to be there, But you took it up, Did what you had to do As a citizen of the global world. The little ones will never know What a wonderful person you were. But they’ll always know that You were a hero… How you died for the greater good… Tears, grief, pride, longing - a blend of everything. Its been ten years, ten long years But the memory’s still fresh and cutting. It still hurts to know That you could be here had you stayed back. But you didn’t and that’s made you a hero. You ran straight into it While a thousand others were running away. Your death is history…. Millions died with you But you stand out ‘coz you made your choice. As I stand here, I know that a decade ago, today You were here somewhere, Running into a cloud of dust and ashes Searching for the smallest sign of movement To bring them back to life. Somewhere between the despair and hope You forgot to breathe… I pray every day that History would rewind itself Back to that fateful September morning, Not because I want to hold you back… But because I want to come with you… It would have made a difference. I know it would have… I know you’re with me In my dreams, in my daily life Laughing at my blunders, Guiding me through hardships. My guardian angel… On this September morning, Not exactly the same as before, Here I am telling the world That my twin brother died Saving the victims of 9/11.


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Orange Red Sky

Bound to look at the orange red sky
Orange red heaven,as if on fire
See the sun chasing the moon away
Clouds..forming faces and odd creatures

Staring down into a quiet creek
Silence in the calm water
Faces staring back at me
Movements,like small waves
Creates faces with different looks

From behind the waterfall
Imagine music..`fantastico` melodies
Showered with cold, drifting water
Like a conductor leading the orchestra

Borned to seek and run
Another stage, another performer
With heart strings tuned like a twelve-string
Strumming like a cascade of tuned emotions

Moonlight shadows creates fantasy products
The mood is set, off to seek and live
Yet again, at the break of dawn
Powered by the sun,a new sky lifts and creates a new horizon


A.Ertsland
July 2nd 2012


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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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Many Colors

Many Colors
                     Authored by Chuck Keys


There are many colors
Some breed hate
Others hide our fears. 

Vague shades contradict clarity
It can hide guilt but not shame
Colors are an empty value. 

We are pure and proud
When we see colorless
In our hearts as well. 




© Charles H Keys, 6/15/2010
© All Rights Reserved


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Stale Mate

We are nothing but simple pawns.
We’re Pushed around by others it’s oh so wrong.
I look around with my eyes wide open.
All I see is humanity choking.
We are all lost destroying humanity.
The way we live is twisted insanity.
Let’s try something for a minute and turn to a friend.
Try asking, how have you been?
Or when they respond lets actually listen.
Its friendship and love we’re tragically missing.
Why must we be in a stale mate?
Stop what where doing and lose all the hate.
Let’s find ourselves we’ve been lost a while.
Its imperative we do this life’s not so vile.
We are all humans and all of us feel.
It’s simple, respect and everyone heals.


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Glisten in the Moonlight

Your glorious emerald eyes 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Delight dances in the water
I watch it joyfully
You are set free from the cage...
You're like a dove soaring in the sky
You are the rain...
drizzling down in ecstasy 
A hint of ecstasy is shown in your reflection...
When you caress me... I'm relieved... 
From the stress that forced me in chains
I knew we'd be on the brighter side of tomorrow 
We're glistening in the moonlight 
I knew we'd become candles in the heavens above us
We're glistening in the moonlight
For a moment, I felt your presence...your radiant with sympathy 
I saw at first glance the dark side of you
Tonight, we'll be together and fly through the horizon 
We'll watch the sunset say its last goodbye...
We'll wave a greeting at the moon! 
We glisten in the moonlight...
What if I was as handsome as the lion...
Roaring with pride and pure courage
What if we were glistening in the moonlight?
Would it bring health to our bones tonight?
Would it make our heart rejoice and overflow with delight?
Would we be able to survive this horrifying plight?
Would we be shimmering like a candlelight?
We're glistening in the moonlight... (6)
Ohh...yeah...ooh yeah...ooh yeahh...
We reach to the stars and hope we can trace a shooting star
I feel the coolness run down my fingers...
We're glistening in the moonlight
You're the dandelions in the fields
You're the gorgeous view that I marvel at everyday
When you kiss me, I live my dreams
We glisten in the moonlight
In a quick moment, I sense a feeling of endless renewal 
I roam inside of your illuminating maze 
Glow on... sunshine... 
Glow on...sunshine...
Glisten in the moonlight...
Listen to the truth and rub it in
You are ravishing like the sunset
But you're ascending while I'm descending
I feel extremely guilty
I wish I could glisten with you in the moonlight
You're glistening in the moonlight (6) 
Ohhh yeahh... oohhh yeahh... ohh yeahh
You're glistening in the moonlight (4)
We go our own way
I wish we can glisten like the moon
Glisten like the sun 
There's a dream concealed inside of me...
Reveal your light and pour it upon me
You glisten in the appealing moonlight
While I'm subsiding... you're fulfilling your dreams
Of gliding across the horizon 
You're independence... keeps on scorching with satisfaction
While I'm below you... 
Your emerald green eyes
Stared me down like a hawk...
Your emerald eyes
Gaze down at me genuinely...
I wish we could flee together in reality...
That could be a possibility
To glisten in the moonlight in glee
We were glistening in the moonlight (3)
But that was only a dream...
I'll pray that it turns into a reality
We were glistening in the moonlight 
Now, I've misplaced my delight...
Will I ever experience such a brilliant night?


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Apologies to Alice at Christmas

My toves are not slithy this evening,
They will not gyre or gymbal at all.
And worldwide the wabes are all dusty.
While North Korea threatens,
                  Nuclear War!!

CNN now tells us of terror,
That threatens the whole world with hate,
And those who love peace seem neglected.
              Poor foolish patrons of war!

Now the Jabberwock seems hardly scary,
He's a threat even babies don't fear.
Better by far to tremble at the Jabberwocks cry,
             Than to raise a glass to war.

Now whereever soldiers are fighting,
And whatever they fight for tonight,
Give them peace for one night from the child of light.
            And a new year without any war,
            A gift from everyone to the entire world.


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The Check is in the Mail

The Check is in the Mail
		                            Authored by Chuck Keys	

At the beginning there was no rain,
Only the thundering noise and bright bolts of lightning.
The trees and bushes trembled with the cold winds 
Pouring sheets of rain soon followed.
The stones and the ground cover cringed, 
Everything echoed and shook from the hard driving forces present.
There was no place to run or hide.  God
Was making his statement.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

Someone is in pain, searing aching ever increasing pain, 
Like the agony of a toothache, thumping, pulsing, thud, thud, thud 
Louder and more intense with each breadth 
The body and spirit is consumed, tightly wrapped up, 
Absorbed in the discomfort of now.
And it's not going away on its own.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

He was stolen, placed in chains,
400 years ago, 
Brow beaten from the beginning, in and out 
Never allowed to be his own, 
Not like whites, he was property, owned and operated 
But different non-white, (why are we still talking of color?) 
Yet beings we all are.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

We cry for what was taken but can never be returned 
Not wanting to be raised above or over, 
Wanting not a victory, but delivered equality.
Through love and nonviolence Martin and they forged ahead,
No more waiting for the check in the mail, 
But expecting the expected.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

The storm is here and now.  
A debt of honor is due, 
With the passing of time, where is restitution?
We accept love, education, pride and joy, 
We can't accept the hatred of crime, violence, 
The lack of housing and work, 
Pain never fades on its own.
It needs attention.
God’s values our values,
The one constant, never becomes vague.
Without compromise. Without compromise.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

The storm continues with its blinding rage, 
Waiting for an answer, not patiently, but expectantly, 
There will be no peace tonight in their lives as in our hearts,
Everything is in play.


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girl on a bicycle

Girl on a bicycle
long hair flowing in the breeze
Lazily journeying
down quiet country lanes
were wild flowers bow their heads as she passes
and birds joyfully sing from lush green trees.

The warm summer sun
smiles down
on the girl below
and pure white doves
fly high
through a clear azure sky
chrome sparkles 
and wheels turn
up the hills and down
It's such a wonderful day to be alive
and take to the road and ride.

Peter Dome. copyright.2012.



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Beautify

                       Scarlet sun spread your
                       Beauty upon the world, as
 You emerge from beneath the mere, cobalt
Springs amongst the meadows…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as
Your reflection glimmers amid
Waltzing oceans of euphoria…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as 
You penetrate feathery clouds
Of white, ascending…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as 
Your radiation of shimmering light
Evaporates crystals of water droplets,
Sliding on blooming petals…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as
You embellish the sky with 
Your flickering smiles…  

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as 
You disappear along with 
The shining sky, into a sacred world
You beautify…
  

 


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Bravery

It's not a lesson to be taught
Or a skill to be acquired
It's the nudge to move forward
Open when the time is right
It's the spirit inside
God leading on the way
On the journey to discover
He is all you need
It's the courage to let go
Say yes instead of no
Reveal what you've been holding back
As Jesus takes the wheel
It's the realization that it doesn't matter
What others think of you
God leads you where you're meant to be
Just allow you to be you
It's the standing up to fear
Proclaiming "fear's not gonna win!"
The battle has been fought too long
Time to let the stalemate end
It's the inspiration you've been holding
For others and for yourself
The light we've been dimming
Rather than shining on His behalf
It's the spontaneity in the decision
To follow His call all the way
Discovering peace in being you
Wide open as the perfect creation you are
The world out there is brutal
But there's a Holy Man holding out His Hand
His bravery now is all we have
But His bravery of love is all we need
May God bless you!


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Uneducating a Suicide Bomber

If heaven is a rest for the imbeciles,
the banes of hell my portion must be.
If cloud nine is a bordello, 
and the streets of gold are carved along the red-light-district, 
then god must be a panderer. 

Am I not already rewarded? 
My woman is: an orange, perfect in the sun;
a watermelon, succulent; 
a mango with sweet nectar;
a passion fruit, freshly plucked.

One woman is ecstasy, 
two is hell’s gate.
A saphead is a glutton for pure virgins. 
Lives foolishly forfeit for peculiar sayings.

Let not this bird fly,
for the two that is promised?
When god became a sexist, 
it came to pass that man recreate himself, a lunatic,
and the woman he  objectified became the dominant sex.

Covet not the splendor of paradise, 
where the mansions in my father’s house are brothels
perfumed with the scent of intercourse.
A gift of seventy-two maidens 
is an everlasting punishment.


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Shelter

These walls are not just walls
Nor are these chairs
Nor is this artistic breath of air that fills 
Thy every artistic corner
Thou are not just an ordinary space
Sprayed with golden sunlight
Then curtained ‘Neath a star-lit night
Coffee-scented...
Emotionally charged... 
Books... 
Designed with perfection itself
Lanz enchants
Melodies...
The breeze sways away with 
Consciousness in an eternal waltz
Words… words … words 
That slowly ebb like moon-shifting tides 
Green..orange...scarlet red
Colors that fuse like these feelings 
And paint themselves on these walls 
Everything is so energetically infused... 

Enunciate not...Feel not these restraints
Hear not these fallacies
The outer world is filled with boundaries
Yet here there are none
Forget all that lies beyond this point 
Of no space and no time
For here all you do is Float…Chant…Invoke…
For this body is but a layer of flesh and bone
These glasses are but illusioned spectacles
Look not through them...
See not these grandiose illusions....Float.
For you are here.


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She went up to heaven holding the angels hands

She went up to heaven, holding the angel’s hand

My great grandma Hajia
Died and went to heaven
She is watching over me
With the weariness of 
A mother hen watching
Her newly hatched chicks
She likes it up there
She is having fun
With all the people there
She misses the people she
Left behind that day
In the room
The angels took away
Something I treasure so much
We miss her
I miss her
I will always love her
She went up to heaven
Holding the angels hands.


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4 Jon On Our 22nd Wedding Anniversary

Your love is
quite sensational –

Your laughter tastes
    like spring-time rain

Your tears smell
    like sweet lemon flower petals

Your voice looks
    so 
    deeply 
    majestic

Your heart sounds
    like exquisite violin and harp concertos

And your eyes!

Your eyes feel
    like early autumn sunset’s amber-gold lengthening glow

Oh, my love, your love
is entirely, completely,
embracingly

Sen-sational!


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Gunpowder

Tha frozen flowers are being painted 
by an unknown painter.
The butterflies are looking for gunpowder
in the winter
to burn themselves,
to burn these beautiful frozen flowers.

A Chaotic Circle with the power,
with the guns and gunpowder;
It confines everything except stars.
I want to brake these bars!

Without love our only chance is a miracle.
Can we save the butterflies
from this vicious circle?
Can we change the smell of gunpowder?
Can we change the world?


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Un lieu de paix

There is a special place, where quiet people go
when times get tense and mean
a place where life seems much more calm - and truly serene.
A place where gentle spirits can go
with wounded hearts or fearful souls -
un lieu de paix - a place of peace,
where sounds and fury all cease.

Far away from noise and prying eyes, 
where soft sounds and quiet times abound.
Un lieu de paix - a place of peace, 
away from all the turbulent sounds.

Days of blue skies, green meadows and slow moving streams -
a land of quiet and pleasant dreams.
Purple flowers brighten slow walks along a country road,
red and yellow ones too, 
Never knew what they were called - 
just beautiful color - like a rainbow's hue.

High overhead fluffy clouds float by,
colorful birds soaring on high.
A place of peace - where children play
with the sound of small voices laughing
while echoing calls of a dare
as they chase butterflies and dandelion blooms
that drift like small parachutes through the air.

The smell of fresh baked pies set out to cool
drift through an open window. 
An old rocking chair waits on the porch
a place of rest from the warm day's sun -
comforted by an old dog lying sleeping nearby 
makes this world a place of quiet - and fun.

Away from all the noise and confusion of the day - 
to a special world of escape from the fray.
A place where quiet people go
when times get tense and mean
a place where life seems much more calm - and truly serene.

A place far away from sounds and prying eyes, 
where soft sounds and quiet times abound.
Un lieu de paix - a place of peace, 
away from all the turbulent sounds.


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My Future Generation

I can act insane
But DO NOT 
Make me feel worthless

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

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

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

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

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

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

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

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

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…


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Violet Light

Sinking through wispy clouds
On wings of amethyst 
I design the sky
Refracting light to royal poise
Essence of purple blankets the sky

I take perch in a crystal prism
Resting on the end of the spectrum 
Eminent land 
No salacious rumors to be discerned 
Void of transgressions

Here, I shall make stead
Periodically withdrawing to illuminate mortal sky
My grandeur, I shall share to all


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Angel dust

Angel dust, shower upon my head, so peace and harmony, may enter my soul
Releasing the thunder my dreams seem to scream, even while I see
For the beauty in your crystals, shine a magical dust, upon my heart
Taking devil dust, and dusting it away, so my lungs can breathe

Angel dust, if your list is long or your line has no ending
I wouldn't mind taking Aurora Borealis or a little Star dust
As, longest I'm on your list or at the end of the line
I promise to be patient, while touched by an , Angel
An Angel like you

Angel dust, shower upon my head, so peace and harmony may enter my soul
For the blessing you give, I will treasure each day, for you are my , Angel mist
Bad spirits they run, demons out the door, when they know your near
Angel dust, please don't disappear, for I will always keep you near


Delilah Ventura 
Mon, Oct 8
2012


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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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A Rhythm To Bali Beach a collab

A rhythm to Bali beach

Amidst the memory splendor
Spashy beauty of your image
Keep us sane
We sing....

Cherishing your embellishment
Gulping in the glory 
You left
We sing...

Covered in precious love that drips 
Continuous passion
I kiss
We sing

A Long awaited candlelight 
Lights our darkness
We love 
We sing

By Sukmawati Komala & Michael


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IN THE LIBRARY OF LIFE

I am a book filled with a lot of pages
Turn me and turn me, each page is filled
There is joy and sadness
There is rage and peace

I am sentences
With each line I command 
I flow in and out of every page
Causing shades of color across the canvas
 
I am words of power
Forming, breaking and giving life
My tongue swirls around in my mouth
Bathing in its pool of seduction
Ready to form its next adventure


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In God's Hands

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

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


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Ground of Formless Realities - Ground Zero

Ground of Formless Realities
Ground Zero

AN APPEAL TO MAKE IT ONLY A GANDEN OF GOD- A PLACE OF PEACE
AND NON-VIOLENCE ONLY.


( The poem is dedicated to all those who lost their precious lives on 9/11)


My heart aches and emotions start bleeding

Remembering the pain and agonies of those

Who lost their lives, while we all remained watching only?

Cursing the helplessness, that we 

Could not do any thing to save 

A life, a tear from eyes of mothers and wives;

Brothers, sisters and lovers or beloveds.

Or the dear ones, who were there, just inside. 


The disaster was happening, right 

Before our eyes full of tears.  

The glaring fact of brutal and unforgivable deed

Tearing apart its people hearts in pieces and a nation’s pride 

Had moved the entire world except those

Who believe in the faith of violence and misdeeds?


Let us keep now that place ‘Ground Zero’

A place of Peace and Non violence

Where kindness and love can be seen in every branches and trees

Where Nature may exists in its serene beauty and coolness

Let there be no bricks and walls 

No pits and falls  

And no sound of any kind except the 

Sound of kindness and love and the music of nature

Which we can hear coming from birds and flowers

From plants and trees and water running streams.

Let us make it a Garden of God.,

In the memory of those who lost their lives

And kept their nation’s pride high.


Ravindra

Kanpur India 10th Sept. 2010

DEDICATION: The Poem is dedicated to 
all my fellow Americans. 
And this dedication is not only from me
but from all the peace loving people of India. 
We are with you in the hour of your grief. 
Ravindra 


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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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The Land of No Calamity


In a far distance across the pitiful horizon	
I scour for thee
I roam the land beneath, above
An empire which called you name it,
For thyself

Conquering the waters of no calamity
Crushing bones
centuries old
No eyes could laid or peek

Queen of the abyss
Pioneer...profound...lustrous
The birth of wishes
Traces of blithe
The haven for the people
Sanctuaries for the forgiven
...Peace

And peace to come for all
For their queen
Laying down
On a gold threaded tapestry


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The Devil Walks

The devil walks 
gets tired
and sits,
and while the devil sits
the devil picks up a tired fruit
rotting, and with jagged nails he peals
slowly, the tender fruit bruising
and he tastes it, smacking his dried lips
and the devil eats
decayed fruit and sour wine	                 nothing lush and sating
then the devil rests
and resumes his walk,
and later the devil sits again
rubs his feat
and goes to bed
and in the morning
he breaks his fast on curses and lies           nothing so filling as figs and nuts
and begin the devil’s walk again,

his walk
on the road our thoughts paved
where all that grows is bad and unwell
to the cross our words built
where flames dance and all is unwell
and he is condemned
upon christening
upon the hearing of his name
and the wobbling of his first steps
to walk a road less traveled,
to be the leader
of our very own crusade
armed with words
against himself
to see him burn,

our crusade of one
and many
on roads first paved upon his birth
to bring the devil down.

The devil walks
The devil eats
and pelted by our stones
He does but sleep
For what we sow
The devil reaps

and there is justice in punishment
there is reward in reckoning
there is bitterness in my mouth
as I say these words
and pity
              the devil
his due.


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Fragment

An Independence Day memory fragment - my husband and I along with our daughter and her small family have just set up our lawn chairs and blankets for the little ones along the crowded avenue from which we’ll view the parade. As the big event gets underway, we realize to our dismay the sun shines directly into our eyes making it difficult to see, but it’s too late to move to another spot. The sun beats down; I feel unexpectedly exhausted as my grandson gleefully shouts: Grandma, look at this! Grandma, look at that! A float like I’ve seen a dozen times before passes by my heavy eyes. . . The sun caresses my face so warmly, no other time have I felt so relaxed or so removed from everything around me in the midst of such a large mass of people. Knowing I should show interest for the grandkids, I still keep sinking into sweet oblivion while the world simply fades away. . . Written Sept. 10, 2013 for the Fragment Poetry Contest of Broken Wings


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Bao - Yu

<                                         Bao - Yu
                                        precious jade
                                    your angelic font 
                                  cast mirrored images
                                      off stilled pond


                                  orchids in woven hair
                                  garments of satin and lace
                                  you lying in fetal position
                                  upon granite's stone
                                  tell me heavenly Goddess


                                  Why Do You Look So Sad  ?




Written By Katherine Stella

For Rambling Poet's
Reflection Contest 

G.L. ALL

Name Of This Poem 
Is Entitled
Bao -Yu


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Freedom Reigns

"'Cause when your back's against the wall
That's when you show no fear at all
And when you're running out of time
That's when you hitch your star to mine
We won't be leaving by the same road that we came by"

~Keane - My Shadow Lyrics ~

------------------------------------------------------------ There is no celestial place for you to guide my thoughts Can you not see that I am free from you? I am a black bird perched high in the treetops You will hear my crowing and you may hate it But my dear, you cannot take away my voice! Yet still, as fire oppresses forests of life, You can abuse my freedom to find your glory You may discard these words for your love of gods, And in so doing you may simply ignore All the cries that I so passionately utter But my infectious species will guide your mind straight back To that once so lonely treetop where you merely glanced And there will be multitudinous, oppressing thoughts That shall enslave you and bind you unwillingly The crows will only grow louder when you turn away— When you pretend to ignore with your remaining, strangling pride For my voice is a production sent from above Dispatched to judge you pitilessly for your swelling lies! And the choirs of ferocious beaks shall open forever Harmony and dissonance as one


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Duck Side Story

You have your North side ducks, 
And you have your south side ducks.
Neither the twain shall meet.
For each one had his nose in the air. 
They simply would not do the greet.

So as it happens they would dance with flair in the middle of the pond.
Always trying to out do the other side…Yes, let’s call it ‘Stomp The Pond’
Wings in motion lifting them up, to stomp the waters with their feet
Acrobatics and splashing around… Man it looked so neat.

So Stella, one of the South Side Ducks fell in love with her North side Pete.
But she couldn’t cross the middle of the pond, with so much action in the way.
Fussing, blustering, and carryings on were the name of the day.

But you know, there’s always one strange duck, and that’s the one who built a bridge.
Now all the others could come across or watch the stomp from the middle of the id.
My moral, I say to you young ones… is as appealing as stomping can be…
The world works better when brought together… 
By the builders of a bridge.


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Sun Kiss - Welcome the Day

Sun Kiss - Welcome the Day
                   by Amy Swanson



Kissed so softly by the sun

          warmth on my face

                    wind in my hair

                              enjoying this place


          of quiet contentment
  
          at peace with life

          letting my problems

                   go .... 

                         ... flow... 

 
out into this

sunfilled
sunshine
sunglow
sunkissed

                        afternoon

                        without a care.


Breeze blows gently
       
            I close my eyes ...


                          soul drifts along


                          entwined with nature

                          precious moment

                          peaceful solitude

                                               ~d
                                                    r
                                                      i
                                                        f
                                                          t
                                                            i
                                                              n
                                                                g~
                                                                          dreamlike...

kiss of sun

       hot on my eyelids -

                                                   my heart open


                                                   I welcome the day.


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Peace

Peace!
The hush of night
fills the land
Transfixed!
I listen to 
the sounds of silence
where the mind plays tricks
upon feelings
Mesmerised in this state
I question reality


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Words of Life

Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh…
I’m venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out 
Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul’s drying out…
like a drought…
Drain out the fluids from my heart
It’s gouging me…bruising me to the core…

**chorus** 
Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky…
You fall in my arms – you die so warm
Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits
From the…underground…and release me – I’m breathless
I’m drowning in doubt…ooh… oh… 


Remember me…I’m falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots 
Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I’m bleeding so softly – cut out the wood…
Splintering me…I’m shattering… and I’m falling in the abyss
Bring me more radiance from my candle light
Warp me up in bliss…don’t let the midnight sky…don’t take away my delight
From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh…  I’m failing 

*chorus*

I’m drowning in regret…ooh..oh…
Hit the bull’s eye in my heart…embrace the light
And don’t leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite!
Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night
And don’t let the dusk escape us…

I must confess…
I must confess…
I hate to see you abandon the light…
But I’m not the one to save you from the night
Ooh…ohh…

*Chorus* 

Splintering lies fill your heart 
I want to kiss it goodbye…
But you’ve mastered it like a piece of art
I want to kiss the abyss and die…
Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul
But I’m failing and the end of time has taken its toll
Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart
But the anguish still swarms in my heart…
I’m failing…my heart stops beating
And my desires are fleeting
From my grasp
And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall… 

*chorus*

Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me…
As I fall in death’s arms…I die so cold
And your heart is made of gold

Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares 
Answer our prayers & block out the night 
Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears
Unravel Your words of life & delight


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Last Summer Saturday

Poorly heated coffee;
I can't seem to get it hot enough.
Tired eyes still rolling,
Film draped for dreaming.
This last Summer Saturday,
Might as well call it Fall.
The pumpkins out and jumping,
Future jack-o-lanterns for fun.
Gentle breeze cascades,
Every once in a while a poof.
Sunny sun still sunning;
Please don't ever go away.
Time to heat up the coffee;
My goodness this is good!
So open arms and lean back;
God is so, so good!


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The Beach

What a magical place, the beach.
Where there is no need to sing and no need to look back to the regrets of each day.
Where we can silently listen to what it is the waves try to tell
Where the rocks serve as the cushion where we softly lay down each painful         
memory, that even though they hurt we want to protect.
Where the past becomes jealous of the present.
Where we patiently await for the waves to carry away the message in a bottle to some 
safe and nonexistent destination.
											
Yes, the beach, where the cool breeze caresses the stress and sadness off our faces
Where crying in the rain is over-rated
Where every tear drowns a memory
And the waves crash against the rocks as if beating an odd

Where there is no need to sing, do you hear the wind? Do you understand its melody? 
Can you feel its strength undressing every inch of every scar time has tattooed in our 
lives?
The beach and its wide space where you can hear the eco of your silence screaming into 
the air whatever it is that makes you silently cry.
Where every ray of sun burns the unnecessary and painful thoughts that float into space.
Yes, the beach where the silence is invaded by the splendid rudeness of the wind
Where you can build a castle in the sand, be the queen/king, and rule the world.
Where we can freely unleashed the Black Stallion inside our spirits that we are forced to 
imprison.
Where you see the future shine in the polychromatic coral reefs. 
Where salt taste so sweet.
The beach where 5:00 A.M. is the precise time to live for an eternity and 6:00pm the 
precise time to leave it all behind and start all over again.


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DO NOT FORGET



Your wired mind larger than Arabia like a continent shrouded with beauty and rage, I imagine you recalling the gush from Indian winds the taste salted by curry fragrance as your mouth drolls two languages, till lashes of day forget night’s kiss... Oh, but do not forget how desert sands cradle your songs, to drain your troubles on pita of seed-blessed lawns, your eyes travelling across gentle sky and down below, see the jasmines naming your dreams upon child-woman’s feet...for life-light sparks in your womb, breath swelling a prayer around moist dew.. and here, through love for self and kin, you are safe within the overflowing beads of a tranquil moon ; your mouth a garden of bright joys unseen that even in ruins of wired mind, your breath shines among rocks... Oh, do not forget the 'i' in your life. Referential Contest: Debbie Guzzi Inspiration from Yasmin Khan's 'Retrogration' " Floundering, groping for a rational return..." by nette onclaud


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The Fountain Garden

Amid the flowers ever blooming, ever fragrant,
Amid the stone pathways edged with brick,
Amid the gravel I peacefully walk over, 
Hearing the slight crunch beneath my feet,
Here lies color upon color of hanging baskets and garden trims.
Here lie bushes of color to draw me in.
Cooler air and peaceful, beauty surrounds me like a cocoon.
And amid this a fountain of gentle beauty I do not wish to leave soon.
A fountain that totally greets my senses.
The running of water, the bubbling and tumbling over stone.
I feel the peaceful sounds deep and close inside.
A bench begs me- “Stop. Rest your weary soul. Feel the peaceful sound.”
Here the songs of birds do greet me as they eat from feeders above and
Drink from the fountains below.
Their colored plumage and delicate flight adding to the beauty bestowed.
Other fountains with gurgling water entice me from place to place.
What beautiful shapes and designs do I anticipate to be next?
Beside what peaceful flow of water will I next seek my rest?
I linger and forget my travails as I mentally rest.
In this shadowed and cool garden I linger to hear sounds and see sights 
Never to forget.
As I continue the journey an occasional bench begs my senses- to stop again.
Feel the peace. See what is here.
Some fountains have hidden treasures to espy.
Statuary nymphs and frogs peak quietly from gentle foliage nearby.
I beg to know what animals traverse here in peace within this world.
My mind begs me to write words to describe such delights.
I am enveloped in a feast before, behind, and surrounding my senses.
A trellis begs my attention in lush smells sent to my nose.
A trellis of color and unusual design to add to my prose.
A water sprite beckons my indulgence to notice her again.
Finally the tumbling of water sends me forward to a new treat,
Begging of my senses the new treasures for to eat.
Each a joy to behold. Each adding to my wish to never leave.
Eventually the world will again bend me to my knees.
But a moment I have gained of beauty to behold.
A memory to take in my sojourn, as my life unfolds.
Memories that can bring me back to this peaceful place in my mind.
Though only a moment, I have gained something precious to behold.
I now carry within a pocket of my mind- a memory to bring me back to
The Fountain Garden.

CSEastman  


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Minnesota Wild

<                                          Minnesota Wild

                                 Like its loon that cascades it's lakes


                                             Minnesota Wild

                                  Like it's black bear strong and fierce

                                            
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's deer and 12 point bucks

                                    
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's rivers and winding streams

                                              
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's mighty timbers and pines


                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's eagle that soars forever free


                                               Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's pheasant and wild turkey

                                 
                                               Minnesota Wild

                                       Like it's great northern pike 


                                               Minnesota Wild

                                    My anthem and illuminated theme





Entry For
John Heck's
Encore Contest
G.L. All

                            

                                   

                                 

                                 

                                 


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ONE LIGHT

The landscape of night-time
bulges with rosette vines,
peeping through a collage of hues where
meetings of blooms abide. Almost serene,
I inhabit my soul ready to inhale
the radiance of dusk: of how a world
in my  own inner terrain mirrors
the ceremonials of lilting grass... 
and why this scented instance
can transcend  the  twigs of space, 
of a Hand painting the tempo
of lush sky cerulean and glowing
mixed with holy water and the self, 

as if to bathe crystal eyes washing
icicles of fear. Miles of babel sentences
turn into a different language: unknown
and understood only by my spirit
that finds loveliness in being 
not earth bound, but gliding 
along One Light reflecting the glitter
of grasses inside my tree. Free.

Again, at this moment, this  nearness 
of God bestows a bead of peace 
I meet the sleep more than sleep could keep,

as heaven becomes my only friend.


Regina Riddle's God Contest
 


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Sahara winds

Oil  and reach minerals
Reign in dictatorship
Fight with a  group of gang
Dress in sahara  reverse   its  winds
Interest  in  reign  call all  be in peace


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Sweet Toxicity

I love this drug
it makes me sooooo.....mmm
superwomaly
flying to the fifth or sixth dimension of an extension of 
me
Not being self absorbed or super conceited
just longing to be treated as the one 
longing to the one of a ton of many ones that want  to be
cool...smooth...easy like a commodore morning.
Glorifying the timing of a lingering love for me...
Jill Scott found the magic number so I wonder
why can't I be that fly to find that equation that will solve
the problem of unlimited elation to the nth degree
you see I've managed to stay 
cool...no fool around here to disrupt or put an abrupt end
to the trend of being a friend to a Crew of Spirits beyond limits
and understanding...thanking Him for the pace of grace that I feel
to deal with others who want to change the solution to my equation 
of being one with my Saviour.


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IN THAT CLASP OF SILENCE



I slither through the deep forest across a mystical scene collecting remains from last evening’s venture : a shiny ligure, china teapot, faded locket, and scraps of letters on a trail of past impressions. By now, periscope of dawn’s glitter enlarges its serene movements as light’s thick veil blinds my vision on a quadrivial of glossed field ,encircling my reality fragile and calm amidst balmy scent of air entering my veins in gradual awareness. In that clasp of silence purely unbelievable reservoir of breath refills tired bosoms; and the forest stands still in its auburn robe waiting for clouds to form pathways before the sun returns me back home. Any Subject Contest of Shadow Hamilton by nette onclaud 11 jul 2013


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My rainy day

My rainy day

The day is weary with rain
 My heart is dreary in pain
  My mind is fickle
   My emotions change like the ripples…

Ripples of rain
 That pours down my window panes
  A gentle reminder of the pain that drains me…
   Of a life that may never be.

If only you see
 I could be that vision I once had of me…
  The one that reflects the specks of decency
   Dignity and a harmonious reality…

But when I look 
 Through the reflections…
  In the collections of memories
   Nothing is clear you see…
 
My visions are murky and dirty
 And full of indecency.
   I pray for more time…
    I wish I could rewind…
     To the days where my sun
      Would forever shine…

Lay


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A Moment

The day is oh so quiet.
The sun has not come up.
But I can see it peeking.
The world awaits it on its throne.
Everything is still.
No one is running about.
What a perfect time for poetry…
Before my brood is up.
Beautiful. Serene.
A cup of coffee near by.
A moment out of time.
Within this cocooned moment…
The world is all mine.


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Zest of Limes

I live where
lime trees bloom
before spring has come,
where early unattended fruit
drop from the trees...
I gather some
in a silver metal bowl
and place them on a table.
These green and yellow limes
are round, redolent, with a clean
citrus flavor.  I squeeze one,
release its oils, and rub my hands
with wringing motions,
cover my nose to breathe
the fresh, clean scent --
and marvel, once again,
how such simplicity
can cheer me.


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The Fallen Galaxy

Inspired by a night time view over Dublin city from the Featherbed Mountains.



Standing on the edge of a forest overlooking a night time city,
Like a fallen galaxy trapped between the sea and mountains tall. 
Multi-coloured Stars sparkled brightly, beautiful yet cold.
At least that’s how it felt from the darkness of my lofty view.
A whispering forest sigh ran cool fingers through my hair, 
As if admiring the shared view while, tolerating my presence.
The creaking wood behind, swayed like a landlocked ocean current,
Pine leaves wafted down, scratching the air as they vainly spun,
Like a child leaving home for the first time, tremulous yet free.  
Alone and muted flew a neon eagle, high above the city jewels, 
The clouds dissolve and the fallen galaxy reflects on high.  



S.de B ............................12thJuly 2012


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Time to Relax-Stop Stress

Within this world
Everyone is in the Fast-lane
Many seem to always 
Want to complain
There is Never enough time

But as we know
Within this life
Extremity's are high
Everything must be
Quick and Fast
Earthly moments 
Never lasts.. 

Just gives Stressful moments
Being over worked.. 
Gets you Stressed out..
Make you Sick... No doubt
Stop think.. before Time is gone
Within a blink...

Life is to be enjoyed
Peaceful living... 
As your own pace
Not in the Fast-lane
Not in a race... 
Whom will come out tops

Devils Tricks.. Run in the Fast-lane
Must get everything done
Pressed on time
Which leaves  many not to realize
Keeping you busy.. gives
No time for Our Father's Son

Not thinking.. Reality
about your Future
What shall it be..
In the Fast-lane..
Earthly life .. Keeping busy.. 
Pressed on time.. Stressed out..
Gives No time for prayers..

Always running here and there.. 
Pushing time.. but yet.. Where???
Where does this lead you?
Where will you be???
If you not take the Time
For Our Lord.. Our Divine.. 
Our God of Eternity.. 

Moments of Fellowship.. Prayers.. 
Conversing with Body of Believers
Where does that lead you.. 
Where in the long run???
For you have No time.. 
For Our Father's Son.. 

Don't Fall for this trick
for in the long run
Fast-lane.. Stresses you out
Will Make you sick.. 
Think.. as you do.. There is No time to waist
If your life is in this Fast-lane
This Earthly Foot Race.. 
To where???

Take this moment of your time
For Your Eternal Future is Now.. on the line..
For No one knows 
When the Time.. shall be
Their Life here shall end.. 
Time begins.. Eternity
Where will You be??? 

Come to Jesus
While there is time
God gives Peace of Mind
Relaxation.. Truth.. Love.. 
Glorious Divine..


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The Sleepy Woods



The brook glideth shadowy and green,
White shimmering gown of soft petals;
Upon the cold bosom lay,
The lilies of the wooded valley.

No path doth go, no feet doth tread,
No breaketh the mossy silk of floor.
No wind shall howl its dreary moan,
But gentle it lingers over the haze.
And bloweth softly through the leaves,
Hung low in the sleepy woods.

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The Man

Time is a rye, in this ill world of lies
we lead our lives, blinded by the tides
unable to subside our undeniable flaws,
our undeniable selfishness.

The power of one...they say, they say
The power of all, to become one
That'll be the day, i say, i say.

Confusion is instinctive, so fret on it not.
Confusion is fed to us by the higher man
The self-righteous "better" man

This man is no man, but a coward and a thief.
He feeds us fear
The fear that keeps us from standing up and screaming,
"No! No more!"

Indigenous innocence has been stolen
from the rightful hand of the common man.
They will tell you, this you must:
Work, stress, pay
Pay, stress, work.
And you listen, because of the fear.

The fear is fed to us by the higher man,
the greed driven "successful" man.
I have but one question....
when, and how, did the village idiot find the power?
We have made a mistake, my friends.
No mistake is un-fixable though...

Give it time
Give it effort
Give it hope

The power will be given back in good time
To the righteous, peaceful, honest man.

This will be the day.


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Morning Meadow Flowers

Beneath the opal passage of the morning
I surrender to my gaze, and I am thrilled
Where the cattle graze upon the hills
The grass is wet and chilled by morning dew

Under haze and clouds, and glow of rising sun
Among the fragrant flowers growing wild
I will try my best, to take a careful step
Not to crush,or snuff the life, of even one

I see a thousand blossoms dancing here
They flaunt their beauty to the sky
Seducing blackbirds gliding low
And filling senses, restoring souls
Yellow buckwheat nestles at my feet
Stalky lupines, with tinge of blue
And wild flax fragile on the stem
Will bend and bow to every breeze

I will sit beside a lodge pole pine
Take my rest against the bark
And hear the song of meadowlarks
Embellish stories of the day
A colored carpet deep and wide
Lies before me with such benevolence
A morning shines, with flowered grace 
Kissed by the sun, tossed by the wind
Planted by God, and born to be wild


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Where The Next Dollar Will Come From

I'm worried where the next dollar will come from.
Will she ever arrive?
Will she ever show up?
But why am I worrying?
Stop it!
It's all in God's Great Hands!
It's all under God's control!
It's all within His plans!
It's all His
And He will provide
Because He is our Father!
He loves us!
It's all His!
Trust Him!
I know it's difficult;
He will not lead you wrong.
He knows where you need to go.
He knows what you need to endure.
It's all His plan.
It's all in His Hands!
Lay down your life;
Give the control.
He is in control!
Thank You Father!
Trust Him!
It will all be okay!
Trust Him!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
Thank You Holy Spirit!
I love You always!
I trust You always!
I trust You!
I trust You!
Yes, yes I do!
I trust You!
I love You!
Amen!


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Askuwheteau

Askuwheteau meaning he keeps watch was a French speaking Indian who came 
from the Algonquin tribe head aching from braids he lay down his long hair and sit 
propped against a tree not far from the wigwams he lived in there he played his 
flute to soothe his tired mind watching for any signs of harm to his people he had a 
knack for spotting out shadows of other beings well before the figure came into 
focus but this particular night was calm and peaceful knowing this he played with an 
echo enticing the spirits to come and dance for this was a rare occasion where there 
need be no worry of attackers to pleage them his people not far hearing the joyous 
celebration skipped across the woods to join him song turned to feast and feast 
turned to stories being told around a new built fire feeling eased and secure no 
need for shelter they soon fell into a heavenly slumber

Contest : Tell His Story
By: Virginia Frayer


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Scars Left Behind

You were always honest
unfortunately it didn't extend to yourself

Regal persona was never exceeded by your accomplishments
If only you were as important as you thought others thought you were

Some bring joy when they enter a room
no one would ever accuse you of that
Leaving was always the best gift you could offer

Being you could not have been easy
No friends to speak of
accept one
maybe not even him
I think he froze in your shadow
He has begun to thaw in your absence

Strangely I miss you
Not entirely sure why
Do I in some weird way owe you for my success?
Without you I would not have been born

You are gone
Certainly not forgotten
The scars are my reminder
A multitude of memories mark my soul
Not your typical father son fare
Norman Rockwell wouldn't paint our picture
I wish I could remember happier times
some wishes don't come true

Eventually our nightmare came to an end
You gave us the gift of leaving
Am I evil for being Thankful?
You died alone
Should I have flown to be by your side?
Perhaps
Somehow it seems fitting you parted in this way
If I had come I may not have been able to hide my relief
Now we both have rest



Scars Left Behind Contest
By: Richard Lamoureux


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Harmonious Relations

Take notice of your hand.
Each finger moves separately.
Each finger is a different size,
Yet all belong to the same hand.
All nationalities may be seen as
Different fingers on the same hand.
Would you cut off a finger if
It looked different, felt different,
Or if it were scarred or ugly, or
Couldn't move as well as the others?
If one finger is broken, the other
Fingers are gathered and may be
Joined together to support the
Broken finger so that it may heal.
I pray that one day I may see all our
Fingers well, working together and able
To move with each other in harmony.



For the Contest "THE GREAT SOUP POETRY RELEASE EXTRAVAGANZA"

Sponsored by: Cyndi MacMillan

On the word: Peace

Tucked my poem inside a few hymnals in a hospital chapel.



 



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Eternally Alive

golden tendrils light the way,
glisten against the gate open wide,
out pour the angels, into the galaxy,
speeding along on celestial tide,
search for souls, some coming alive,
search for souls, recently died

those coming alive, confused, cry,
remember no past, trapped in new life,
unsure the future, how long it will last,
comes an angel to watch over and protect,
to remain and comfort until last breath,
then to guide a worthy soul
into the loving light of eternal life

those recently died, conscience stricken,
scream with fear, have no past,
trapped in everlasting night,
an angel, long departed, returns
to give testimonial, of one,
who cared more for life,
than the warmth and comfort of the light,
will now guide an unworthy soul,
into eternal blackness and never ending night

golden tendrils light the way,
the gate, gently sways, then closes all the way,
the angels return into the realm of God's eye,
souls eternally alive


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Pachamama

In between deserts
Ocean there I lie
Pachamama
As  high as elimino tide
In dream in one piece

Palm heart cactuses
Tides echo  pacific  whales
Land of accasias in treasures
Pachamama fly my soul in whale

The wound grow ashes in tears
Desert to pacific gate to open forbiden
Meet Kurosho collides Oyashio
Pachama will comeback all in one piece


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Don't Judge A book By It's Cover

When you look at my skin tone
Don't categorize me
When you see what i wear
Don't dare label me
You don't know me
You just see my outside
I may be the sweetest person alive
Your assumptions are therefore unjustified
I may be the best friend you'll ever have
I may be that dream love if you chance
Instead of judging me by my looks
Misjudging me from first glance
Don't judge me by what you read
Or by what you see on television
Take time to get to know me
And form your own first hand decision


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Porn No More

I've watched the war from behind closed doors;
Eyes too glued to close.
And now knowing what's in store, there's porn no more.
God's love is the only hope we know.
We are forgiven because of the love that is Jesus.
We are saved because of the love that is Jesus.
We give our lives to the Father for we are His children and He loves us.
We are loved!
No matter what we've done, we are loved!
Confess and ask for forgiveness;
This is such a beautiful gift!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
You forgive me!
You save me!
You change me!
I am changed!
I am new!
I am renewed!
I am forgiven!
I am saved!
I am changed!
There's porn no more
For God's hope is in store!
There's porn no more
For God's love is the hope of the world!


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Blasphemy

God loves everybody NO DISCRIMINATION
INCLUDING Lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgendered HUMANS
These people are SHUNNED 
Told by DISCRIMINATING Bible dwellers 
“You will NEVER see the gates of Heaven”
“Adam and Eve” 
BLA BLA BLA
Some ARE born this way
What makes any natural LOVE for another HUMAN Evil??
Some lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgendered people 
Are persistent in their prayers and FIGHT so hard to be somebody they aren’t
There are sociopaths, manic-depressives, mentally handicap, DEAF people, BLIND people, DUMB people 
All-of-the-above people
Are these HUMANS condemned at birth?
“Profess your love for the Lord Christ OUR Savior”
How will the special blind, deaf and dumb people EVER know the “Lord Christ OUR Savior”?
Oh, they die and go to Hell to find out?
Or will the “Lord Christ OUR Savior” give these HUMANS an exclusive chat?
WHY are they born with these ailments in the first place?
To FIGHT so hard to be UNnatural?
“Just pray”
“God knows your heart”
“Don’t doubt Him, just pray”
Why is God a Him? 
Why do we place a gender on our God?
God is God 
That is the only way to describe God
Some lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgendered HUMANS 
Are DISGUSTED with themselves
Self-loathing and self-destructive
Because they are not accepted because of WHO THEY ARE
Some lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgendered HUMANS
FORCE themselves into an unhappy relationship 
Or
FORCE themselves into seclusion
Unhappy or numb 
BOTH very dangerous
Inconsiderate are those who SHUN other HUMANS
Pressing their beliefs as FACTS on another HUMAN
But these DISCRIMINATING HUMANS don’t base their beliefs on FACTS
Just on FAITH
“I have faith”
“The Bible is the word of God”
“But the Bible says –”
And the Qur’an says!
And the Torah says!
And the Talmud says!
Choose your OWN lives 
Believe in WHATEVER it is that YOU choose to believe in 
And stop DAMNING other HUMAN BEINGS!
Peace be with all animals, vegetation and HUMANS on Earth and in the Universe


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Fireflies Tree






  
                                          December yet kissed
                                 Fireflies scattered lights on trees
                                    Shared soothe, wise in bliss
                                            Peace Emblematic
                                   Suits the gentleness in sipped
                                      Lights forked, sheltered tip
 





Author's Note:
I saw a gorgeous tree shimmered by its lights on my way back home, I can't take my eyes on it, and it was really like a Fireflies tree, gorgeous in peace :D

~I change this haiku format into free verse for the contest, hopefully it still nailed it :D

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                                                      Honorable Mention
                                         Kindle the Lights Free Poetry Contest
                                                    Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi

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Move On

So you sinned?
Well, that's done and over with!
Keep it in the past
'Cause that's where it belongs.
But ask Jesus for forgiveness;
Don't dwell on mistakes any longer
Because He makes you new again:
Renewed.
Love is the outcome;
Forget the wrongs,
Love and move on!


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Peace Is Needed For Pete's Sake

Imagine children waking up to bombs and sirens in the night.
Parents calming their children's screams of fright.
Rockets bursting in air.
People fleeing their homes, cries of anguish in their voices.

Violence, suffering, dying, too much-
Children homeless, parentless, living on streets.
Peace is needed for Pete's sake.

Politics, religion, race, and greed-
People world wide open your eyes.
We're destroying our human race.

Allow the children to hear laughter again.
Laying their heads on a love one's lap,
Lifting fears and giving them hope
A brighter future for man, woman and child.
Is that asking for too much?

Nothing but destruction in minds of many.
Stop, stop destroying humankind.
Find peace and heal in time.


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Oh Those Blues

My blues, haunting sounds I take out on my acoustic guitar.
Spiced up melodies, finger picking out my blues my way.
Those bends, holding down a string, subtle scooping of a note,
Hitting the sweet spot on those bends, oh those bends I play.
The blues I feel deep within my bones, freeing my soul way down.
The licks mean something when they come out of my guitar.
Picking is my way to release my pain, developing my own tone.
When they come out, the only soul I have to play with is my own.
My face says it all, soulfulness, sorrow, love and the getting hurt.
Sounds of my blues come from within, deep within my heart.

Singing all the sadness,and pain, the disappointments of my life.
The experiences made me who I am. You can hear it in my voice.
I have to go deep down to the depths of my soul where sun shines,
And muck is stored deep within my gut. A sad lonely place, blues.
Expressing with music releases all my pains that needs to come out.
My face says it all, a soulful bluesy release valve, creating calm within.

01/31/2013

For Becca Lucas's contest, "Chasing The Blues Away"


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Wisdom of Heights---Climb with Me

This morning
bells toll
a trumpet sounds
but refuses to blare
it just doesn't know 
how to harm
what it takes
to infect the living 

trees
earth
and sound
survive sadness
out last the past
bond brothers and sisters
of sky
air 
mud 
and water
as it loses 
to a force

some days...

this morning
it wins
because the vibration knows god
and is ONE

and though human imperfections
sit in the shadows of it's path
perfections will
and forever will
prevail

people
so arrogant 
we choose to destroy 
but how can we concentrate 
on methods of malcontent
when god sits at our breakfast table?
urging
as father urges child
"get up!"
"move on!"
"stand on two feet!"
"breath child!"

he tolls the bell
as we lay on deaf ears
he loosens ties with anger 
as the path warns and wears
thrusting
driving this cosmic ship 
of no loses
only tiny
arrogant setbacks

and he smiles
for he knows
what we yet
have to find...
and all is well.


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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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Tattooed Scar

I watch you lean against the wall,
and I know what you're thinking.
You know I'm watching you, and
you keep your back to me. 
One week home, I can understand
you wanting to hide yourself from 
me.
Thinking back, you thought your
tattoo would eventually cover your
scar, but it didn't.
And I know you're afraid.
Afraid of what I might say.
I wish you would turn around,
so I could look at you.
You don't have to show me
your bruises; I still love you.
I just want you to hear what 
I have to say, to you.
Take a look in the mirror.
You're still the same woman,
that I always loved, years ago.
You're still you, even if you don't
think you are.
You're absolutely beautiful.
Just take a glance and you'll see.
It is just a scar.
And the most beautiful part 
about all of this, is that you're
still here to view this vision.


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Skin Deep

If I could dream
for anything
I would dream of Peace, Love
and Unity
for all Bloods & Crips
all gangs, are in need of a change
for you represent such ignorance
and scrutiny 
Difference in colors worn
Sides in which you were born
are truly all that divides
when the two opposing sides
collide
and it makes no sense
for we all Bleed
Blue turned Red
Blood Inside
And a future generation
is hard to provide
when death, is like your shadow
creepin' up by your side
and drive-by shootings happen
each late night, outside
where running seems the only option
to know
for no places to hide
no defense for your demise
for a difference in colors worn
and what side in which you were born
is truly all that divides
when these two sides collide
and it makes no sense to me
for we all Bleed
Blue turned Red
Blood Inside


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Eternity

One day we will be gone
Forever more away fom this mortal life
Away from pain and sorrow
away from struggle and strife

Until Judgement day when we'll all meet again
and watch our lives,
our victories and mistakes,
and play them back like Tivo

We'll meet again i promise
one day we'll hug and laugh again
We'll be happy and joy will have no end
When we live for eternity


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Westgate Mall Massacre

I came here only but once
And that was not long ago
Hunger had brought me here
And I went my way satisfied
And fully determined to return

When I walked up the stairs
From the parking lot below
I was hungry and I was thirsty
And it seemed to me a long
Long walk to the Food Cafe

Today I flew up to the third floor
And hid myself behind litter bins
For the devil, nay, for the devils
Had struck! And struck and struck
Mercilessly, recklessly, violently

And turned this man-made haven
Of happy, chatty, and even noisy
Citizens- children and old included
Into a brazen God-forsaken hell
With brazen Godforsaken devils!

For Shots rung from everywhere
And people fell, or crept or cowered
While others jumped to their swift end
Or broke limbs, screaming and shouting
As they sought to flee the assassins’ rage  

Many lives have been lost, dear friend
Much blood has been shed, dear friend
Much pain has been inflicted, my friend
Much fear has been instilled, my friend
Much loss has been incurred, my friend

These lives, this blood, pain, fear and loss
Visited, as it was, on innocent peaceful people
On a day which the whole world had set aside
To celebrate the International Day of Peace
Was meant to do what to the people of Kenya?


If it was to divide us, please know 
That we are more united than ever
If it was to instill fear and sow panic
We are more courageous and calm
Than you and your lot will ever be 

For the God of this land and nation is a universal God 
Who loves little children like those whose brains
You wantonly scattered to the four winds 
Who cares for life which you took
In your murderous adventure 
Which I know will come
To a close in the 
Fullness
Of time!
Who loves
Justice which 
You will face in
In the not so
Distant
Hour!

Unite 
Heal
And conquer
Fearless
Kenya!
 

©2013 Gerald Kithinji


 










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The Color of Santa

What race is Santa Clause?
Some say white, some say black.
But at the end of the day, one thing's for sure;
He's the same color as your dad.


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I'm Learning

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Entry For Nancy Jones
7 tile Scrabble Contest 
G.L. All


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Remembering World War 1

William Thomas Pickering, 2nd Battalion Royal Fusiliers, G/3371 born 1881 died 1916 
Commemorated by name on the Thiepval Memorial, France.



Remembrance day ..
A field of bright red poppies dance
As I walk hand in hand with my children
Through the battle fields of the Somme
In my pocket, I have a bunch of wheat
A token memory from where he fell
At peace, to have walked where he walked

As the poppies begin to fade....
I hear the thunder of guns, shrieking shells
I see a vast sea of dismembered bodies
A No-Man’s Land of mud and wire
A military display of fireworks dispersing
Casting light on this horrific hell on earth

For underneath the poppies lie, the remains
Of so many men who died, blown to pieces;
Where a river of blood will forever bleed
Passed on from generation to generation
The great loss of war, which nobody wins
As I remember my Great-Grandfather
William Thomas Pickering.....


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Partial Eclipse of the Sun seen in Ireland today

It was a majestic sunrise
as a honeyed circle rose behind tall silhouette trees
emanating wonder and peace
an apple sun
with a bite bitten
the garden of Eden flashed my mind
as a partial eclipse of the sun glowed
a very special good morning 
watching the moon circle the sun


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In Their Heat I Write a Poem

It’s mine.

Not the shooting in the bus that killed their brothers.
Not to avenge.
It’s mine.

But I pray that our leader just give it away.
It’s just mine.
The creatures thrive in most waters anyway.
I fear that if these corals are deprived of them
And the fish and the oil and the greens too.
What’ll be left of our poor dwelling if they drop it again?
We don’t have the bombs.
Only crops.
We don’t have missiles.
Only smiles.

Give it to them.
It’s just mine.
Though it’s closer to our shores
It’s good to give anyway.
God says stoop and you’ll be glorified.
Let’s just give and be glorified in the end.
It’s just mine that they want.
We have waters heavenly enough to swim in.
We have fishes delectable enough to feed on.
We may not have enough oil to run our cars
But we have colossal fields to grow our crops
And a giving God.


(inspired by the budding conflict between the Philippines and China on Scarborough Shoal)

(c) 07-27-2012


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Stand

     In the womb, I did what I could, and that was to live. It was not my choice . I 
came not from my parents, whomever they might be and in whatever circumstances 
and actions they may have taken to have me conceived. 
     I came not from them, but through them. They performed the actions. 
A much higher power than they performed the miracle called life. 
And so it was in the beginning of the miracle of my life. 
     I lived in the womb of a woman who also came through her parents; not from 
them. We were three; the Miraculous Power, my mother and me ..in her womb.
     When I was physically capable, I graduated from the womb. I was still 
dependent on my parents and the Higher Power to sustain my life. 
     As I grew in age, size and ability, I was taught and trained to stand 
on my own. 
In the course of time as naturally happens, 
I did so and continued to follow the natural course of humanity which 
remembers parents that they came through but not the Power from which they 
and he has come. 
     I stood on my own, made mistakes of every kind, melded with the world at large 
and fell. 
      I hurt others as well as myself. The more I stood on my own and listened to this world,
 the more I hurt myself and others in the name of standing on my 
own.  I donned a robe of false pride, cultivated from the soil of forgetting that I 
came not from but through my parents and never was really“on my own”.  The robe 
was constantly being mended and tattered again by the worn out and frayed 
thread of the “new enlightenment” world motto. “I deserve it. I’m worth it.” The great perpendicular pronoun,  “ I ”.  ..,the Trinitarian power, “ Me, Myself and I .”  
     Through the course of this seeming illusion called time that came .. for us, not 
from us; I learned and continue to learn how to “stand for something”…..how 
to “stand on my own”. 
I have learned one must stand in degrees. 
One must remember the Miraculous Power from whence he came.
I have learned that I must make this stand …on my knees.
       


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Final Option

Suicide is always an option.
You're depressed, they tell me.
Be patient. You'll feel better tomorrow.
For more than thirty years I've been waiting,
And tomorrow never comes. Every morning it's today.
Sometimes I know I should have called a halt,
With a noose or pill or razor; perhaps a bullet-
An infinite choice of methods, leading to..
The never yet exercised final option.
So each dawn I add the weight of another day,
To the tonnage I already carry.
Sometimes I think, Perhaps a shrink?
But no, insanity is only a state of mind,
And suicide is always an option.


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Power Of Love

"When the power of love
overcomes the love of life,
peace and contentment 
extend the hand of remembrance."


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Beyond The Distance And The Days

Our love grows stronger,
Even beyond the distance,
Even beyond the days.
I know you're with me always
And I'm always with you;
In God together we're together forever
And physically we'll be together forever soon.


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Kulpazan oldu bu gece

Ben burdayim canim yuregim 
Ya sen nerdesin bilemeden kendini
Soyle kim kime kulpazan kurdu bu gece 
Yine dinlediler mi telefonunu
Bir kipirti sende bir isyan bir haykiris
Uyarmistim seni gitme be ustune
Hadi be gordun mu yine kazandim
Sen hapiste senelerce bilemeden sucunu
Ben burdayim hala sesimi cikarmadan

** For the people  who raise their voice  and  paid  the penalty  in jail without the verdict.  For the people who elected  in house without a verdict  in jail  in two years...
What makes them  strong and seculiar  is  riped apart.....  Play the game  who?**








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The Angel Who Never Knew

She was an angel
But she didn't know
Life was hers for the choosing
But she chose to let go

Her whole life before her 
But she didn't know
I saw her fall from heaven
The day she let go

She fell into
My broken arms
All of my charm
Only caused her harm

I cried the day
She went away
I close my eyes
See her angelic face

She didn't know
She could save
What does it matter
She went away

And I hold her name holy
As the ghost she now is
My only wish
Is she knew how to live

Life is so fragile
In the arms of an infant
Possibiltiies endless
Endlessly infinite

I remember how 
she could smile
Made shattered dreams
Seem worthwhile
I could do anything 
Under her gaze
It was me she saved
Then ended it all away

Why did she leave me
To figure it out alone
Why was she helpless?
Why was she cold?
Angel unknown
Please return to this presence
For reality without you
Is never as pleasant

The thought of her
Awesomer 
Than you can imagine
She kept me going
By reviving my dragon

Invision a world
Of no material
All in existence
Live in indecision
For no one knows
What they really want
They want a world
That's not enough

And then she returned
To carry in peace
Her healing touch 
reached inside me
I know she's there 
Though I can't see
I feel her halo
Watching over me
I feel diseased
Then it went away
In the same fashion
As she did one day

One day abruptly 
A realization
Was my life
Really worth saving
I'd trade for hers 
On any plane
Because an angels special
Until they're gone away


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Through the veil

I see you as if reflected
in your dressing table mirrors
or the waters of the old garden pond

You hear me through the echos
or whistling little answers 
things you've not quite placed 
from through the veil
That separates the times of life and death

You see me through the window
In the nature of the robin
Know when I'm around 
through scents you breathe

I leave you little signs
like a solitary pure white feather
Place where you can find it
So you know my love I'm with you
Just a simple little pleasure shows I live

But my dear I wait here for you
As I bless you with my presence
I walk through troubled times right by your side
And I fight the good fight with you in my stride

I see those tears of sadness
When your head is on your pillow
Now that you know I am still with you
Perhaps now you can smile and shine with pride
For you know within your conscience I'm your guide


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Your Fortress


                                     From heaven to earth, my gift is yours,

                                 I wish to share my strength, my authority.

                                     As I chase, your graceful presence,

                               your heart echoes, deep in my wanting soul.

                                     My arms are open, to keep you safe,

                                 no pain or fear, shall ever come your way.

                                    you will always know, my love for you,

                                  for I will protect your soul, with my truth.

                                        I will be your shield and fortress,

                                           in you, is my love designed.

                                   I will be your lifelong friend, forever,

                           and stand by your side, through all life's trials.

                                 This Oath is my love, to give you peace,

                               its sealed in blood, for the heavens to see.

                                     Then when you open your heart,

                                 my love is there, to forever be your

                                                  fortress of life.

    


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At Last

There’s a house in a field somewhere 
A sea of a sky out there 
Begging to be born again 
With my hands to till, 
Your heart, and a windmill 

A weathervane that tries 
Without the presence of your eyes 
Is a tree fell without a sound 
There’s a tin roof for me to mend 
A simple truth ne’er to bend 

I would tend to your need 
Gift my patience, and give heed 
Hands to work, to be calloused 
To grow these gardens green 
To build your everything 

As the seasons roll through 
And the heavens fade from blue 
We’ll lift a catch, and fill our barrel 
There is nothing we cannot abide 
No beasts from which to hide 

A hummingbird, our neighbor 
Enjoys the fruits of our labor 
A stream running rampant down a hill 
A hammock rests in the shade 
Sway there, let your eyes fade 

A cedar porch, it’s brand new 
Built with devotion, it’s just for you 
I will never grow weary from this 
As addicted to the breeze 
As the troubles you ease 

You belong here on my arm 
We’ll resurrect this rusted farm 
Simpleness and solitude abound 
Breaking free of our past 
Together, in love, at last


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--- trickling waters

~~ My soul today is far away my winged imagination a bird drifting around snowy peaks it floats seeking finding flowing water that dribbles down Craggy mountain rocks dripping, dripping, dripping cascading cool waterfalls seeping into rivers my fluttering soul sinking into peace while trickling waters murmur so softly whispering my name ________________________ July 21, 2013 Free Verse For the contest, Trickle Down Free Verse, Rick Parise


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The Tenth Gate

The city of nine Gates lays between two worlds.
In time wanders through pain and bliss,
Holding stones with hands cold, following signs stray from a Fate's gush.
The dark city walks the path of Silence,
Driven by a flaming star until the last Gate appears.
A vivid lightning, in a winter's scary night,
The edge of a cliff that few will dare to fall,
The tenth Gate reveals the Secret of a life divine.
Time and light swirl and dance in a purity,
Where prime Intuition and instincts entrap the Oblivion.
Free minds, visitants, touching the Doors' Perception knob
Wishing to feel the large and become the change they See.


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The Bus is my Sanctuary

When I get on the bus,
I can let my mind be free,
free to write this poem, 
free to stop, and eat ice cream.

On the bus, I think about 
great heroes, superman; 
speeding planes, leaping 
over tall buildings.

Sitting in my sanctuary, 
I am transported to the moon. 
There, I meet movie stars,
riding in my artistic studio.

I watch the characters, 
And the actors perform 
great Shakespearean plays.

Then, I Block out 
the skyscrapers, The noise, 
and the pollution

The bus is a quite place

Where ever I should go,
The bus is my sanctuary


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My Morning Companion


She sits beside me in my place of solace. Her smile nested near my heart is all I need to soothe the restless soul behind paling eyes of spring. A cloak of friendship or possibly foes encircle us in a draping sky of blue. All have their purpose to challenge our consciousness. Our morning visions of swaying palms bow to touch life with fibrous fronds. Each reach within chanting words of peace in a language heard long ago… abiding o’er time, they brush the earth to rouse her dreams of a heavenly union. My dreams lie awake at dawn floating on a lake of mirrors. My dreams wait like polished stones rubbed smooth on the banks of eternity… Patient, she still sits beside me. Our hands fold together on the bank as eyes search the river, ever changing. We bow our heads in remembrance of shrouded faces who have faded in rippling pools. My eyes open as I depart the hallowed halls of yesterday, and I smile back at my morning companion. Hand-in-hand, I feel her energy. We splash gaily in the waters of our discoveries, the serendipity of we. I call her Usha of Spring. She is all that is bright and new as the sun rises in the east. We skip stones across our muddled reflections, laughing all the while. Then, we weave fronds to shelter us from a bitter winter that will never come.


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Peace in Me

I was betrayed by one closest to me.
He put me down,
ridiculed the darkest secret in me.
Tears stained my face,
my heart broke so deep,
but there is this peace lingering in me.
Life is coming on hard,
work is eating at me,
school is making me tired,
I feel these things all weighing me down,
but there is this peace comforting me.
My past tries to keep me in a bind,
my mind keeps working hard to block out the lies,
my heart slowly seeps into a deep sleep,
but I still feel this peace covering me.
Something so intense,
through all the pain it still persists,
it carries me through this thing we call humanity,
and with all this -
I know there is one true God that exists,
who gives peace to me...


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Americas Villain

Low flying plane
Cloudless sky, bright blue
Steel clashing, burning orange
Cloudless no more, smoke fills the sky
Thick, gray, rolls through the city
Much more than a tragedy
3,000 deaths
Millions affected
Billions left with a dark memory seared in their minds
By the hands of one, and
A search begins
War, oil, money
What are we really fighting for?
A man, a coward, a villain 
A decade of suffering mentally, 
The pain lies in the gaping hole of our hearts 
And is filled, with the demise of
America’s villain


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It The Everyday Struggle That Make The Man

It The Everyday Struggle That Make The Man


This struggle we live in,this world is or enemy and our friend we fight to see it beautiful.Have you ever heard "I've given up all hope and am ready to die to day"
I'm sorry but this is more this is not some joke have you no heart have you no thought on what someone other then you have to deal with.I want to see the smiling faces of everyone that a longing dream since the day i could walk,Dreams are meant to be kept close,hearts are meant to be keep open,life is meant to be filled to the fullest.How can you say forget it and go and prepare to be put 6 feet under? I'm taking on life building up this life to see a better future for those who think they have none.Who am I to say people are crazy when I myself am crazy.Who has never been grief sicken in't human to the least.I say to those out there it is an everyday struggle that make a boy into a man and a girl into a woman,but if there is love there then this is what should be said"it is beautiful to love but to love is to know how to grieve".


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Cry Of The Newborn

As a whistle produced by free blowing wind,
a harmonious awakening,
a desire to capture again.

Between midnight and twilight,
on the edge of discovery.

The cry of the newborn,
carried upon the wind
for all to rejoice.


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Homework... What homework?!?

The clock strikes nine. Ink fills the night sky, until the silvery orb in the heavens is the only source of light. 
The clock strikes twelve. Tiny pinpricks of light dot the raven-dark heavens. They shine brightly; as if each was 
trying to outdo the last. I sit. And stare. And wonder. The clock strikes three. I shift and pick up my 
homework. The assignment is a three page essay, due today. Should I do it? Nah... I toss it aside and resume 
my staring of the sky.


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Jesus, Please Take Over Me

You've fallen down again;
How can you let darkness win?
You just scraped your knee,
You didn't break your leg.
It will all be okay;
I will give you strength.
Brush it off, my child;
Come and take my hand.
Let me help you up again;
You will be okay.
I have always been with you,
And I always will be.
I am by your side,
But this time,
Will you allow me to take the lead?


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Peace

Amidst the chaos peace descended. 
It calmed the waves and quieted the storm. 
It wafted like a breeze, cleansing the air, 
and settled like a butterfly with gossamer wing. 

Just when it seemed that the world was ending 
it slipped quietly in.  Sitting at the back; 
listening but saying nothing.  Silent, 
waiting for the moment to 'attack'. 

It watched and waited as the fighting continued. 
Almost interrupting, but held in check. 
When the arm lifted the sword to strike 
the deciding blow, it whispered 'stop', 

and the weapon wavered in the warring hand 
before it fell and clattered to the floor. 
Peace spoke then: 'look what you've done 
with your hatred and cruelty. Do you think you won? 

Look at the destruction, the devastated souls, 
and the misery you have caused. I've been watching 
and waiting for you to come to your senses, but 
you never did.  Not content until the world 

creaked and cracked under the strain, 
until all that remained was hopelessness. 
Well, I'm here now and I order you to stop.' 
Amidst the chaos peace has descended. 

War and hate have ended. 


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By Our Side

By my side:
The tallest mountain,
The calmest pond,
The purest stream;
My hope and strength,
Faith and love;
The Lord,
Our God,
Always by our side


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The Name of Jesus

Whisper me the sweet sound of freedom,
The sweet sound found in Your Name,
Holy and Heavenly freedom,
All in the Name of Jesus!


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All hail, the misguided soldier, the misguided Hive

All hail,
The brave soldier
Who stands firm
Like the fickle shell of a snail
Before the oncoming foot of titans

All hail,
The brave soldier, 
A ferocious bee
Who strikes his stinger into the enemy
Comforted by fleeting thoughts of heroism
-a safeguarded hive
Thoughts that flit away in the wind
Like windswept Pollen ambushed by desert
-as the bee falls for the cause

All Hail, 
The brave invader
Who fells foe for his country
All hail murderer,
Comforted by a noble cause
Sent out on wings of glory to cut down fanged tigers
Purging threats, safeguarding life
	-the hive
All Hail,
Misguided killer
For all tigers are fanged
All people threats
-All people life

All Hail,
The weary soldier
	-sacrificial lamb
Joined out of a desperate cause
A squalling infant, a taunting belly
And the weary soldier
Gives his sacrifice to the gods of the Hive
And prays for rain.


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The Dark Knight On the Cliff

A young maiden fair and slender of great beauty and rose complexion
Was gathering wild flowers in a forest when an angel to her appeared
Gently she flew down and softly whispered in the virgin maiden’s ear
You are the chosen one and your destiny it is to save the Black Knight
High on a Cliff he stands alone in deep despair cursed by the Gods and fate
Only a true loving heart can save this mortal from all of hells damnation
Take this silver dagger, and child use it well, smite all evil and set him free
The angel then turned and disappeared as quickly as she had come 
A vision then came and the maiden was able to gaze upon the black Knight
A man of grand statue and true beauty with sad dark penetrating haunting eyes
The virgin maiden’s heart it stirred as desire and longing enveloped her soul
Her Knight was held captive by demons and bound by chains of steel and gold
They hissed and snarled as if their screams came from the depths of hell
She could hear the knight’s distressed silent cries and felt his despairing agony
on wings of angels she was lifted up past impenetrable talon rocks to his tortured side
As fallen angels held him back, demons screamed and flaming fire on her breathed
Hatred and loathing spewed out on her as huge black ravens pecked at her eyes
Brandishing the dagger she bravely challenged monsters, demons and ravens all
The monsters and demons then ripped at her flesh, their teeth drawing blood and skin
Brandishing the dagger she bravely challenged each fiend and evil spirit one by one
She fought with such overpowering strength she knew not she possessed
As one by one demon and monster fell unable to overcome her true abiding love
Then the black howling devils of the night appeared even then she had no fear
Swiping at her adversaries she stood her ground, and plunged the dagger deep
Unable to cause more agonizing torment they soon faded in the depth of night
As released tortured souls screamed out for salvation and for eternal peace 
As one by one her black knight’s captors were defeated by her love alone
Suddenly all screaming and hideous cries abated and peace then reigned 
She gazed up into his soft gentle smoldering eyes her wounds forgotten
As he wrapped her in his arms and blessed the gods and all above
All his great agony and fears dissipated as the stars softly blessed their love
And on the cliff he gently kissed his maiden fair as an angel’s choir sang
The moonlight bathed them in light, as united they became as one in Paradise. 


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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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MY SALVATION

My life was heading nowhere fast on a road to my destruction. Everything I had was taken from me. I was left with completely nothing. The little hope I had for a future vanished from my aching head. Finally I came to a conclusion just wishing I was dead. I can’t take anymore I cried aloud not expecting anyone to hear. Then a voice like no other said, “My dear child, I’m near.” “Who’s speaking to me?” I replied out of pure ignorance. “I am the Lord Almighty. There is no other like me With any significance. I created the heavens and the earth And everything that dwells on them. If you believe these words I speak, and that I sacrificed My one and only Son I will renew your strength, and you shall soar on wings as an eagle And be my chosen one.” In reply I cried, “Lord I believe! Please come into my heart!” Hence, His spirit rested upon me -And I was pulled out of the dark. I now had every reason to go on living joyfully For I am God’s creation Accepting His gift which cannot be bought, MY SALVATION!


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Run Into Love

You make me smile even when the sad songs come on.
You make me laugh with every chance you get.
You don't even have to be here for me to fall for you.
I've played the backseat for too long.
Maybe now it's time to run;
Time to run into love.
What do we have to lost?
This is only life once.
We are only young once.
And I believe I am starting to fall for you.
What do we have to lose?
Let's dive in together,
Holding hands,
Into the unknown.


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My Last Thoughts

I lie in bed unable 
To move or speak.
My back pains so,
I cry but shed no
Tears.
I close my eyes but
Only see my faded
Dreams.
Slowly I drift away 
On a distant ocean
Of blind light.
A shadow instantly
Appears, it whispers
Into my ear; I feel
No pain.
I see my family in
The distance, I
Reach out and 
Embrace them tightly,
I fall asleep but
Never to awake.


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Defined by Love

The way you feel
about me doesn't
define me. You will
not cause me to
re-think my
priorities or
examine my virtues.
You may love, like,
hate or be neutral
towards me, that is
your prerogative. Of
course I would
prefer to be looked
upon as good,
inspiring, or any of
the positive human
characteristics we
know of... but it's
not essential to me
if I am not. I
respect your opinion
either way. More
importantly, I
respect mine. In my
eyes I AM worthy of
love, friendship,
forgiveness,
empathy,
understanding,
praise, blessings,
God's Love and love
for myself and I can
only hope for
"genuine" to precede
all of these words
and their meaning. I
understand that
these things I need
in my life, and they
are also the essence
of me, my gift to
those who really
know me and love me,
who truly desire to
be a part me, not
just tolerate me or
see an opportunity
for achievement at
my expense. I have
come this far on a
road paved of my
blood, sweat and
tears and the
admission of my
faults that made it
so. Many lessons I
learned were harsh
but I managed to
proceed in the right
direction and it was
I who suffered and
bowed my head with
shame and it was I
who rose, anew,
forgiving and
forgiven, humbled
and eager to forge
ahead. And the few
that were with me
all the while, will
forever be a part of
me, we are one and I
acknowledge I would
not be where I am,
who I am this day,
without you. And I
will always love
you. It is my
ambition and honor
to give to you the
same beautiful,
selfless gift. I
walk with God, in
good company of
those that chose to
walk with me in this
amazing life's
journey. And that,
is all I need to
know as to what
defines me, as a
person, a blessed,
cherished soul,
grateful for every
single moment.


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So This Is Love

So this is love,
when I look upon my beloved sleeping contentedly, 
cooing like a dove,
a smile forms, memories flood,
growing closer with each passing year,
unaware of the changes ageing shows clear,
your beauty eternally imprinted upon my mind
imprinted throughout time

The only sadness comes when we must part,
if only for a short while,
soon to reunite for eternity,
to walk hand in hand 
as youths once again,
followed by a heavenly dove,
So this is love 


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It Wasn't Always Like This

The world is shaking with a voice like thunder
A unified declaration 
We must build

Somewhere there is an opening 
A gap in the noisy tumult 
Clear air. No smog to block the smiling moon
Or lights to challenge the night
Just passing clouds

We build our cities to the sky
We make our livestock in a factory 
The strong arm of progress flexes boldly 
Our space is narrowed 

As the offspring of the earth beat down what's left
A wise man stretches forth his ears to the sound of raindrops on the soil
His eyes seek out the pack of wolves
And the school of fish
He fills his lungs with fresh air from a fading supply
He looks to the untouched wilderness
And he remembers who we were 

Kyle Ezra Kriticos


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Soldier's Song

You sing the song of freedom and what you think is right,
You protect the things we love and let us sleep in peace through the night,
You pay the price of freedom, even though it costs a lot,
Because you love your country and strive to keep us free,
Freedom does not come wothout sacrifice,
If you die or if you live you shall sleep in peace knowing you did what you think is right.


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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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Freedom in Love

Keeping my head up, treading water
Cut throat surviving, struggling
Going under, death visits
Will to live, tested!
Selfishness Vs Selflessness
A Greater Love, encompasses me
God demonstrating mercy, for his children
Learning about forgiveness, cultivating, inner faith
Melody of Love, one can experience
In the darkest, waking hours, of everyday living
Self survival, learning how to live
Peace of Mind, Peace of Heart
Peaceful Spirit, Freedom in Love


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Wedding Night Bliss

With a sleepy smile she whispered
“I said I do today”
Spoken words with heart and mind
Lust and desire made clear
“Boy, how you grind my gears
and still arouse such wantom awakening
to parts of my body previously only stirred…”
My mind turns to the number of times
we have all but made love with our clothes on
Innocently touching, holding, wanting
Preserving something so very special
ready for the day that I can take you
Knowing you are my bride, belong to me,
are part of me, for now we are one
Together every breath, movement, thought
melds together in heated entangled embrace
My hands search for the warmth of your touch
the silky softness of your satin smooth skin
Item by item crumpled garments fold to floor
as I slowly admire your naked womanly form
for first time 
watching waiting wondering
yet knowing you are as ready as I as you smile
I scoop you into my arms,
lie you on our bed
Slowly we make our way into Paradise,
lost to ourselves
Found in our desires for one another
Destination – satisfaction
We arrive as husband and wife


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deep-dark-hollowed heart

I stand 
I wait
I worried
for the things that may not happened

I hope
I pray
I cried
longing for a peaceful heart

All I wanted is...
when i close my eyes I won't feel afraid
and when I open my eyes, a smile will appear 
coz today i breathe again

in a deep-dark-hollowed heart
like living as a sinner
like walking around in a forest finding a way out
God, released me from this feeling...

Nobody wants to feel alone
like a stranger in a crowded place
take me to a home where love can hold me
to a nice sleep when the night comes

I am lost so find me
I cry so hug me
I am lonely so love me...


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Remains Of A Driveway

Through you I seek to know:
What happened once below?

You ferns of resistance, I see you
Mixing it upward with 
A firm stance. 
(Such steely green weeds
Do smirk indeed
Above the empty path of horizon’s eye,
Blackened to nowhere).

What, though, do I see in you?

(A path lies vacant and wanting,
A land once named upon a dream;
A barren place now daunting,
Neglected and unseen).

Where is your truth?

(Does it rest within your clumsy bud’s dance
With a tertiary sky,
Or a raucous from your stem’s windward need 
To lead)?

Oh No.

I do believe:
It is your roots of defiance!

To know Home in no shame;
To forge through scarred soil with no blame!

Such courage you have:
To reap the shifting tar of fickle men, 
And safely hasten away 
From the notion of never again!

(Thirty some years have stood and fell
Yet…
Your quiet presence lives to tell
This hell,
Once known,
As Love’s canal).  

Oh eager green,
 I wish you well.


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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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A Friend With Consequences

I'll shine brighter than ever when I find my way past my woes the farther I wander the more I shall know that I'm a friend with consequences and only one could let that go He somehow convinced me that I needed correction now I know where I'm going for I followed his directions no more full of blaming I point it right at my nose and realize all my problems are by no one else controlled Will I ever shine with a destiny, kind I still have little meaning but he is there with me, sometimes when our doors have been locked up for so many years it feels good to have someone come in my circle, share my fear Everyone so full of hatred afraid of letting us by even when we're most broken still a spark in our eye you think that would tell them that we just want to live life to the fullest potential that our dreams aren't denied We talk of good and evil agreed on right and wrong tell tales of when we struggled and what we did to be strong as the world the he's seen is darker than mine I am less respected as a person but I accept that, it's fine for he talks to me like I'm worthy and proud to be my friend that's why I could never replace all the treasured words of wisdom he gave me like a story of survival, rise and fall though I am a friend with great consequences I could never begin to replace him, at all my personal Jesus, I see the great Messiah in him I hope one day to inherit his good heart to pass it on to some kid one day, struggling.


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Sweet Infusion


I breathe in the infused
Essence of my ancestral lands
My heart is as one with its beauty

I long for the feel 
Of natural grass -- beneath my feet
And the sweet floral blends

How--Enticing to the eye’s 
I watch the rain cloud in reddened sky
Bearing the teardrops of heaven

Readying themselves to spill ~
As a sweet tasteless elixir;
Upon the winds, to touch the earthen floor…

I dream, of the cool water’s edge
Watching the fish jumping upstream
While sitting in an old birch tree…

I carry freshly picked berry fruit 
In an old papyrus sack and 
Dance beneath the moon 

I dream of the cool water’s edge
Watching the fish jumping upstream
While sitting in an old birch tree…

I listen to the timber wolf howling in the hills
Possibly in search of his mate ~
I dine on peaches and cream -- it is now getting late…

Drawing fresh water in which to bathe
I grab homemade soap to wash my back
Cleansed, are these ole bones of mine…

Night works its magic: as I climb into my nap-sack, 
Viewing totem clustered stars in form of the bear
I can be found in a state of euphoric bliss –
The crickets’ chip, all is as it should be

While camping beneath the stars of my youth-- 
Accepting of natures sweet infusions…




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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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building my stolen empire out of loose ends: CRIME OF THE CENTURY

was this tortured victoms ground zero a lie?
were his 17 sites of an obsessive world peace nature proof in the pudding?
were the forgetfulintentions of poetrypoem helpful at all?
the life lesson of ressurecting three literary saviours and then slaughter them
how many witnesses
to this technicolor dream there to keep you living?

can you prove me wrong
that i just averted the holocaust?
was the confusion of this necisary?

from the homeless shelter starting over

the realisation of how many cities have already cried
not televised of their tears
the world sick with war

many affected in their own ways for their perceptions of a life they lived


Deadlocked
back stab society
deadlocked
crime of the century
deadlocked

the story of a stolen empire
whoever they were
were going to bomb my city
whoever they are
have been torturing people
whoever they were
are going to lie through their teeth

deadlocked with confusion
sucked in with terrorism
and spit out as a peace keeper
sucked in with good intentions to aid survivors of tragedy and war
spit out as person with a soul

deadlocked
the crime of the century
classic con or not
the mixing pot society
that almost died
the mystery unravelling of me your allie
and you working for me
to kill worldly enemies
to play the game to get me laid
called keeping miserable happy

all the way from youtube's imcallingjapan
to an x tube music video
all the way from the governments of facebook

the pancake sting of the satanic community
walking circles downtown clapping chanting pancakes
family and friends waiting acting like strangers
someone starts making fun of this person
he yells you hate sex
family and friends start clappping and chat sex sex sex
then give a stranger a high five
and walk away under cover again

deadlocked earth
i have taken over this planet
its a thing
like the way to kill warpigs if they take over the police
called rap
to color code an ambush
you cant coordinate
but i can

the crime of the century of saving your life
yeah thats my empire of loose ends
the ones that changed your life
the ones that fit in the manners of me taking over the world

those 80 families with million dollar paintings
with poems assisting futuristic intelligence on the back
deadlocked
back stab society

i just took over the planet
like the porn industries game of hug all over the mediapope of twitter


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A Leader That Comes Only Once In A Few Generations

A Leader That Comes Only Once In a Few Generations

I want to see a leader who is willing to do the right thing for our country
Not try to make a buck for themselves.

We need someone who is willing to lead our nation to a brighter future
Not into quick sand so they can rule the land for a few days.

Our United States needs a person who is not self-centered
Someone who can think what will save this country from
Becoming just like all of the rest, a person who will maintain 
Our country’s independent identity.

We need a leader not a chump who is down on his luck;
We need someone who is willing to walk away from a buck.

Our nation has to find a person willing to stand up for her
Not sell her out, she needs a true once in a few generations
Type of leader to truly lead our country to better times.


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A Woman Created By Law and Men

The twelve were coming in …, 
twelve like gods, with sealed fates.
Mortals with keys to death and dungeons of hell, 
where devils walked in numbers, and are owned; 
they are someone’s belongings. I could not see me.
That place is it where there is blood without formed elements … 
or nutrients. Colors became significant (blue and red).
We know of the black and white barriers; 
the ones we pretend do not breathe in Washington. 
Brothers and a nation are built behind steel bars.

The thought of that woman, 
the woman that stands bold 
with torch beckoning to come and taste the dream, 
is like a haunted house, and I, a little child of three.
How she defends self-government 
while she’s trapped at sea. Freedom is a long way …
Liberty is far-flung, 
but I must not lose what is left of free will.
When the verdicts are festooned, 
they ought to downgrade the others;
there should be no rivalry. 
Without such it is simple to mislead the bulk.


I am my better half; 
I come clean without boasting on my tongue.
I often wondered if Hilary plagues … 
because she believes she has a better hand, 
or is there absolute amnesty. 
This thought I contemplate to summon sleep
 instead of counting sheep. 
The guy who swings the three iron, I often think of his wife; 
how her shoes were on to run. Was it hurt are shame?
Love is far too shallow to be called love.


I shall kill her, 
and set her in the depth, 
where she will be eaten by her conscience; 
sometimes I questioned if there’s one. 
Maybe one is near, but suppressed.
I must kill her 
with this ball-point that poured out the contents
of a lamenting soul; she must go before she is far gone. 
Is the law a crooked device,
 a mean provided for some to get even?
Who suffers when she cried wolf?
Hell is the amount of her condescension.
She has to die, to live anew, 
and to allow the halves to live.


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Holding The Sun

I grew up in a place I didn't want to be
Became someone that i knew i didn't want to be
Society grabbing me by the throat telling me to be me
But who are they to say that I should be what is not me?
Catastrophe shaking this world, leaving fault lines at the finish line
Scarred for what we have to look forward to
You can't put your soul on hold for all your past pretensions
Earthquakes changing the course of continuation
Throwing vibes from left and right
Hitting the pedal to ignite
What imperial dilemmas that arise from such despise
From what i know i'm just another reflection of disguise, who am i?
Those that float around with no worries in the world,
Don't care about the money, all they've got is what's gold
The people who kill, for power and respect
Dont realize what is out there is what's in the next step
And it's all in their head
We've got all of eternity
The tower of destruction that'll set us all free
Cause in the end we always find that there's another place to be;
physically or mentally.
People walking around with frowns carved into their faces
I wonder if theyll ever look up and see that they've been going places
All along, 
Giving up falling down through the cracks of the ground
They're at fault for all loss that was among their own soul
Oh, its a cold world
As it slowly turns, im watching the clock tick as i feel the room burn
And its funny, that people try to play the game of constant manipulation,
Repeated deification.
Thinking they were born alive, but really,
They were only born to die.
No not everyone lives under the sun these days
A lot of those that fear thy own will fall pale in the shade
Under a dead willow
How we all want the sun because it's here for a reason
We all expect it to invest in the seasons
The government work of treason,
Throwing ropes to pull it down
Making this place so much hotter than it was when underground
I can't stand to be bothered by the burn that it's put on my wrist
From slamming this door shut, we've got to put an end to this
We're destroying what's inside ourselves cause of things on all the shelves
Yet he destroys, and he breaks, so we build
They take the money, and we run it while they kill
Although it's kinda funny that the state depends on pills,
I'll hold the sun and run away from all that's real.


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My earth, my home

When every soul is getting older
And the trees are no longer green 
When the wind is getting warmer
Not as cool as it has been
Is this earth changing?

I love planet earth like a home
I dreamt of it comfortable so we can live safely and happy
Maybe all we need to do is to set our minds
For what God has been given to us 
Wrapped by this enormous roof called the blue sky
And instead of getting scared in the dark
God presented us with millions of crystal bulbs called the stars

The trees are our blankets
They absorbed each raindrop to keep us away from being cold
Protected us from the sun to keep us warm
Providing us with food and beauty
What made you doubt? 
That all things are blessed from heaven and yet we desert it

Sometimes I think that the old ways kept us on the right path
But the politic of currency has made us greed 
It’s always about staying alive 
Surviving ourselves from this malicious world
We all being brain washed by the wrong education 
And being raised by the misled tradition

What I used to know an old myth was told to me
They said that our old ancestors used to respect the nature
For what it has been given to all the living things
Having a spiritual communication with the sound of the wind
No one wonders it could keep the balance of the earth 
It’s still a long way to live in this earth so keep the balance

What made us changed?
What made us turned into some uncontrollable beings?
Many days we never notice that the earth is changing
We are too busy to build our own kingdom
While in afar, way from the place you are living
Some places have changed, some trees have gone, and some ices have melted
Why the winter is late this season?
Why the sun shines too bright, it hurts when it touches our skins?

If in my place, I feel so hot and dry
Imagine the children who are living in other part of the world
Living in hunger and in pain
Where maybe five years ago the country is burning by the sun
Imagine it now, how heat is the place

We’ve ruin the balance
In the old days, cutting trees is like cutting a soul
So our ancestors realized that there are boundaries
It’s the balance we have to keep
Because this earth is our home
And for the next generations, this earth is their home too.

look at the color of the green on the trees;
look how it move and dancing following the wind
feel how this hair of the earth comfort us from heat
and keep them within us, forever. 
because this earth is our home, let it always be


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The Light

They praise me like a saint,
But I am a sinner;
They don't know the man they see.
I am an addict.
Broken eyes to pornography,
Only Jesus can set me free.
Only by His death on the cross
And the grace of His Father's love
Am I able to be set free.
With God as The Light,
The One and Only Light,
The Only Hope in sight,
Will I be set free.
I am free.


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We Are All In This Together

We all have a story to tell.
Ups and downs,
Together, we've been through it all;
God has led us through it all.
Trust Him;
It's all for a reason.
All your pains,
All your struggles,
All your hurts-
They're all for a reason.
God has a bigger plan,
One we cannot see.
Trust Him and pray.
Remember,
We are all in this together.
Together, we have been through it all.
Ups and downs,
We are family-
Brothers and sisters in Christ.
We are friends.
Most importantly,
We are family.
Let's love one another like God loves us.
Let's help each other out
And help each other up with loving hands.
We are His children.
We are His servants
Together on His mission
To love, save, and change the world
For the better.
We are all in this together.
Listen to His praises ring;
Let's praise Him together.
Listen to sister Fantasia sing,
"Sometimes you gotta lose to win again."
Thank You Father!
Amen!


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My Handsome King

My Handsome King
Your royal palms gently wave
 at me each time I see you,
I have to blush 
each time they do.
 
Your sugar white beaches moan
 for my feet to greet 
them each time we meet.
My feet move to the beat 
of salsa when they
 remember you.
 
Your gentle breezes caress my 
hour glass hips each
 time I run to you.
They rock me like a baby
 when I sail over 
your bright 
blue waters.
 
Your bright moonbeams create 
a halo around my head 
as I shake my long golden
 hair to say hello to you. 
They dance around like a drunken
 gypsy with the sparkly stars
 up above as I take my
 midnight stroll with you.
 
Your regal art deco
 buildings of pastel
stand at attention, 
every time I dream 
of your streets of gold.

Your sun's rays of warm
 glory tickle my 
bare breasts gently 
as I rest my body on the
 safety of your 
heavenly sands.
 
I humbly bow my 
head to you with honor,
for your sweet 
whispers of hospitality
have overtaken me, 
my Majestic King
 of the South Beaches. 
Miami, you are my 
handsome, winter friend.


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There's A New Day Coming (Repost)

Morning rays unfolding
like fingers formed 
Trace the far-reaching dreams
To awaken the sleeping children
To recognize the dawn 
Of the new world

There were promises made 
that shall not be broken
Rest assured 
That there's going to be 
Some major changes made

Weeping and mourning 
Will be no more ...
Pain and sickness 
Will cease to exist...
No famine in the lands
Feeble minds will be 
Granted wisdom from above

This is for the betterment of mankind
So, rest assured dear friends 
Believe me when I tell you 
There’s a new day coming.


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Bottom Feeder of My Heart

Resentment,
rising into a spore,
of keep-forever
bitterness,

bars peace of
yesterday, today
tomorrow.


Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
March 26, 2013


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i willingly give my love and my life for them

my constant friend
i still
do not know
exactly what we
are doing here

but i feel death is
starting at my feet
and working up

so......

i must ask you to
tell my lover and 
my mother that 
i willingly give
my life so that
they may be free

tell them to look
at each spring
as a blessing and
talk about how i 
loved the spring.

and to you my 
dear friend,  if you 
make it out of here
i am going to
ask you to give a
extra kiss to those
you
love
then think of me

well the time is
here and i shut
my eyes....no i
do not hurt.  i see
my daddy and my
grandad at the gate
and i must run to
meet them.

i have made it here
and i am truly free.

by janetta


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Soul of Heaven

I’ll pray for your happiness
When the feeling of misery clouds you
Let my warmth wash away your tears of pain
And bring the light of joy in your life
I’ll pray for your protection
When the darkness starts to close you in
Let my light shine the brightness of a new day
And sheath you from the rain of despair
I’ll pray for your life
When the times of danger draw near
Let my rays of hope bring you faith
And give you the strength to fight away your fears
I’ll be praying for you
If you lose your way
Take my hand and I’ll guide you to a place
Where you’ll find it safe
And let you reach the soul of heaven


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The Bradford Pear

I touch one,
The baby buds growing on the tree.
They're tender, vulnerable, and soft.
They promise new life to come.

 
What awaits these tiny buds?

Only seasons will tell.

One year might have more rain while a drought might have happened in the previous year.
Wind might blow them away,
forever carrying them away from their home.

 
I pluck one and hold it in the palm of my hand. 
It's pungent smell not yet noticeable.
But I know when the tiny, green bud blooms,
The pretty, little white petals and the essence of the bloom, will contrast.

 How can something so delicately pretty, so innocent,
emit such a intoxicatingly rich, pungent bouquet?

I know this little bud's future.
I drop it to the ground, hearing the soft fump as it hit.
I've decided it's fate once I've plucked it,
I'm like God in this way.

 Dropping an angel from the sky,
To live his or her life in the arms of humanity and family.
To have the struggles I've predetermined so they can become who they were,
who I know them to be.

 I've forgiven their pungent mistakes because I know the mistakes they will make.

Their family will nurture the tiny, innocent angelic baby, never knowing what the future
will hold for their child. 

The now blooming adult will walk away, to take risks, to challenge life, to be carried
away by the wind.

 Their lives are now guided by my hands,
If they so chose.

 However, what choice do they have if I have predetermined their lives?
I closed the small hole in the ground with the pat of my hand,
took the clear glass cup,filled to the brim of precious water,
I poured.

 I took the chance, a risk, so that a new life can begin.


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Love Built By God Above

You are in my heart wherever I go;
You I will never let go.
You are with me always;
You I am always.
This is love.
Build by God above,
This is love.


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Autumn is here

Vacation time is here, time to smell the beautiful wonderful trees
River birch, red oak , silver maple and even fresh plain oak.
Lobed leaves and acorns all over the place.  
I'm packing my things and getting ready to leave.
Take this alsome ride on the never ending road
To a cabin deep in the woods, were only sounds

Sounds of nature surround me, owl at night, putting me to sleep
Delicious apples, fresh cider with honey, I can taste it on my lips
For my season of mist, oh yes, I have missed, as I send you a kiss
Mellow fruitfulness nights, by the fireplace, when temperature drops
Reading a book, drinking red wine, relaxing my mind

Summer has passed, winter is near, but autumn is here
Season between seasons, as autumn leaves fall to the ground
Giving life the beauty it offers, the love many don't see
You see, I walk with the leaves, I jump in the piles, and I smile
I look in the sky, lift my hands in the air, and I dance
I dance to the sounds,of hawks, robins , streams and leaves

Letting my nose smell, the beauty in nature, and what it gives
Has I have to end this poem, oh sweet poem
So I can continue to dream
Dream about my autumn dream, has I lay my head, on autumn leaves


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Israel and Palestine


Don't be blind
Don't be deaf

The land is our land
And the life is our life
We can live together
In the empire of God

What is the avail of the violence?
What is the avail of the war?
Let children to play
In the empire of God

One heart is enough for love
One flower is sufficient for peace
And one smile is enough
To express happiness
And one land is enough
For Palestine and Israel

What is the avail of the violence?
What is the avail of the war?
Let souls to wander and swim
In the kingdom of God
Israel and Palestine
Two souls in one body

Don't be blind
Don't be deaf
The story hasn't ended yet
All of us are looking for the end
And the end it is the peace

And the peace is the message of prophets
And the title of everlasting love

Read in the heavenly books
Read in Torah
Read in Gospel
Read in Quran

The peace and love in Moses's heart
The peace and love in Jesus's heart
The peace and love in Mohammed's heart

The blind hearts
Never bring the peace
And the burning eyes
Never see everlasting love

Jews are our uncle's sons
We call them for peace
And the everlasting love
And the peaceful coexistence

To all honorable people
Pray!
For Israel and Palestine
Pray!
In SYNAGOGUE
Pray!
In CHURCH
Pray!
In MOSQUE
Pray!
In all temples
God is everywhere
Allah is for all


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My Nest

Love is my nest.
It holds me
where all the world I see.
It saves me
from the ground
which my soul will never meet.

Up in a forest tree
hunters scattering in threes
they'll never catch me
I have love.
I am perfectly happy.

relaxed I am
I do not stress
for there isn't life
without my nest.

who cares what's below?
I am above.
love is my nest
My nest is my love.


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spectacles

Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near

inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954


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unborn

the unborn life, has thoughts to dream
would not, have yet learned how to scheme

would not have dreams of love nor hate
rainbows, seem to explain their state

as their liquid life, begins to abate
our past will speak to this unborn's fate

Why? How? What happened? Tears.
Maybe only seconds but, their dreams were here.


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This Is The Love

Stand up and shake;
Feel the rhythm in your heart.
Ignite those pants;
We get up and dance.
God on our mind,
Eternity in our souls;
Feel the chills of those bones.
It's the hope.
Open those closed doors:
Into Heaven we go,
Welcomed and forgiven.
Here is the love;
Let's dance!


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------Chem-Trails In My Sky-------

these are not the clouds we grew up with puffy plumes are gone with the wind these chem-trails are unnatural I miss the sky God made does anyone notice the sky is changing? can anyone look me in the eyes and explain? call me what you want, I deserve answers I am still breathing and refuse to believe I am alone I do not fear you but simply request knowledge greater than what's available You have hidden too long, (watching us from afar) but now nature has caught on to you bring that giant instrument you pluck and come out from your money pit hiding from human issues we need to address We the People are tired of the deception
My Entry for Nette Onclaud's SOUND MADNESS Contest, instrument -harp (this is an original piece unfortunately inspired by what I believe HAARP is doing to our beautiful Earth and her sky...Please research to connect your own dots)


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Beauty in the Beast

Behind the shadows of one of my dark nights,
I could always hear your damning scream.
So destructive you are and most definitely the principle to my pleasure with this pain.
In the still of one of my Moonlit nights,
Entire shadows went completely insane.
It cursed me until finally I gave in and I came.
Standing behind despairing shadows, they seemed so supreme.
That beast is much too hollow for the depth I declare to redeem.
That beast has such an untimely yet, climatic recognition.
And he is much too wicked for my most harsh extremes.
All at once these moments brought forth my own conviction.
He calls out to me begging me by my God-given Earthly name.

My, my how he opens my constricted eyes in an upright direction.
To the true nature of a man living in a wondrous cloth so plain!
That beast is more than I could've ever dared to imagine him to be.
My Dearest God I do say to my one and only admirable Thee,
I love that Heavenly King, thy Holy One and no more can I add.
His depth I feel even when I am not what I seem.
Yet, I hold a masters key to that beauty in the beast.

Forever and always, you shall reign an Earthly king so enjoy your feast.
Even when the whole wide world thinks that I have gone completely mad,
Yet, I am perfectly holding the only hope even when they are all insane.

To God Almighty and to you earthly kings,
I give to you my right hand delivering priceless love blessed by my name,
Because I was the only one through sickness of my own weakness,
So now their courage shall bleed with every bit of their gambled pain.
I say to you, the beauty in the beast has finally earned his rightful name.
Albeit, I also say to you that victory shall forever rise above his reign.



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Stuck

I'm like a lion
Tryin to be  trained
to behave in a cage, but
I wasnt born to be tame
Full of stress and rage
 Im compressed and chained
Infected with depression
beCause I cant catch a break
Lifes taste is so tart
In pain from my scars
Stained by lame luck
Stuck behind apace car
I strive to write
But all I can type is the space bar
I'm Pervaded with doubt
About to freakout
Quick Someone bail me out
I would sniff my way out
but I got this cyst on my snout
From 6 years of this drought
Im sittin with this could of pout
Stickin to me like jam from a can
like melted candy in your hand
I'M a pantree full of Spam
 A Letter without the stamp
A debtor without a plan
Like chicken on a pan without any Pam,
Damn I'm starting to get pissed
 I got to devise a plan, before I break my fist,
Punching this brick wall, I got the spit but no ball
got the wits with no squall, like a toliet with no stall
 Slippin in a pit fall, Shiz just snow balls
I want to brawl, missed last call
My Stick shift just stalled,
This lawl has no intention at stopin at all
And I'm kicking myself in the balls
like old men walking up and down the halls
so i flop, just like a dust mop
Now i got knots in my food box
The size of king kongs rocks and
Every door has been locked
I try to soar but its all for not


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Every Second We're Away

Every second we're away,
We grow stronger everyday
Until that day will finally come
When we know it's okay
And we will rest in each other's arms
In peace from God above,
No longer missing one another
Because we're together;
Built forever in each other's love.


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Time Marches

Time marches on
How is it that the years have advanced so quickly
In my mind I still have my youth
I feel no limitations
My body remains strong
Still there is my reflection
Greying hair 
Wrinkles where once smooth skin once resided
This image feels so incongruent 
Is this really my reflection?
Should I cover all my mirrors?
Should I live out my years in the bliss of self dillusion?
Yesterday is not today 
I realize somehow I am less and still I am more
Time marches on
I see it in the way youth interact with me
They do not see the young spirit that resides within me
I have unspent laughter and tears
My voice will not be silenced
I still have mountains to climb
I am not ready to give up on my dreams
My body remains strong
I feel no limitations
I rise with strength and purpose
One day time will March on
I will be diminished and yet I will be more
New gifts will be laid at my feet
New dreams will replace old ones
I will remain
Time will march on and I will no longer be here
Still I will remain
My spirit is eternal
I will be living a new dream
Time will be of no concearn


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Quiescent

Coffeehouse aromas
suffuse senses, dissolving 
any semblance
of time.
Unsolved problems
melt away in a
conscious uncaring,
and the day slips, unnoticed.
Deep in a forest
serene daydreams pour
gently over a secret waterfall
into a moss-fringed pool, 
a peaceful place.
My calm immersed, 
I hear only the
soft, slow whisper 
and smooth syllables of
a single word.

    Quiescent


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Summer Twilight

Such wonderful peace is summer twilight

as sun starts to set, birds making

their final curtain call of the day.

Sweet, oh sweet summer air, how

you make me feel so contended.

As shadows begin to cover

tree tops,

a little breeze saying good day to

the branches, where the birds are

now returning to rest their

weary wings.

Summer twilight such a delight you

give me, so relaxed him I, knowing

this has been a great day.

Written 8-8-11


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The Dreamer

Standing I gaze through various windows and doorways.
Serene landscapes within each continuously changing for us.
My body tenses and quivers. My eyes burn and forehead sweats.
Each causes my mind to strain and grasp for thought.
Before me various lights dance and cascade, no music is heard.
The colors and shades dance, causing focus never to be gained.
Emotions burst forth sometimes pain, other times only joy.
Walking, running, falling the paths I choose never cease.
Figures and shapes stand before me no faces ever seen.
No speech or sound is ever heard, yet always understood.
Arms stretched failing to grasp always yearning for an answer.
Confused, my thoughts search eagerly for its very meaning.
Forever knowing that an answer is completely unyielding.
I scream my breath released with wet lips quivering.
I feel shaken and the darkness once again overcomes.
Suddenly I'm startled, my head raised, eyes now wide open.
Realizing the room is empty the dream is gone.


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Poverty NYC

Frigid temperatures drop
Wind chill in low digits
Park benches become co-ops
Under newspaper blankets a man fidgets
Trying to make the best of the hand he was dealt
Man, he’s felt so many lows
Now he’s just looking to sew any clothes
that he can get his hands on
into another layer
Just to help him answer a prayer
Don’t look at him like he has cancer & stare
He’s weathered the storm 
many a time
Trying to keep warm
Begging for change
A nickel
A penny
A dime
He’s begging for change
and he don’t even know it
We show it doesn’t matter
when we look at him 
Creeped out
Stoic faces weave doubt
into his old tattered coat
Twice removed
Shivering
Giving up on life
Defused
How hard he tries
or how hard he cries
Strangers despise him
Is it Darwin’s theory or Marx’
that deprive him?
It’s a pitiful scene 
without words to describe him
Defeat in his eyes
with no Phoenix to arise him
He smiles grim
Not cuz he thinks something’s funny
The trials trim away pounds from his face
He’s got no money
Can’t get a job
Who would ever hire a slob?
He’s got no address
Doesn’t even sleep on a mattress
He needs a shower, new clothes, and groomin’
Before anyone even considers him 
somewhat close to being human
Harry Truman walkin through Manhattan projects
Looking at people as objects
We need to stop this

Who’s got this?

And who’s got next?


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Just Say NO

NO, you will not have my child.
I will not be convinced by the rampant
hunger of government, the devourer of souls, 
needing cannon fodder.

NO, I will not stand a zombie in a trance
an unrepentant ghoul entranced, 
watching as you turn innocents 
to join with the minions of destruction.

I will not plan to kill.
I will not live to hate.

NO, you will not have my child.
Death may come, as Death will, 
but I will not be conned by the powers that be.

Death will not find me, or mine, willing victims
of this plague of violence.
The energy of me and mine will plan
to live and die in the light.


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A True Credo Of Love

(To All Who Believe It Can Be Achieved)


Caucasoid, Mongoloid,and Negroid
Colour the conscience progression 
of Man's ethical Truths...
The cultural aggressions of violence
and ignorance must end!
Extend your heart, hand and life
Towards the Precious Don of Honour...
Freely, keeping the sincere
Brotherly Creed


 

Comments:  Brothers and Sisters it is time that we stand up and let the Love of God in, after 
all we are all one in the same under the skin, so why not give it a grand try... One Love and 
Many Blessings in Him Always, Adell


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Nanny' s day off

On Sundays she likes to drive
To the country or the coast.
Cheered by fields of blazing hue,
singing hymns from home.
She threads her way
through Sussex lanes
on her only day of rest.

A substitute for azure blue,
the Channel sky is pebble grey grey.
She lets herself be soothed again
by the water’s suck and sigh.
Finding peace,
she takes her ease
between the earth and sky.


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seven wheels of fortune

oh,come to realize , i can stand only by once kneeling to the ground
 i am humble,this creation of unique, the ruby sparkles through the spine
 earth is a blessing,no fear of death,for death begins the reality of what i am



the tearful eye desires of the passion , a serene touch from ye lover is enough to survive
i feel empowered with the emotions that dwells in  for ages
miraculous powers exists in human form,allegiance to love, life within life

glorious sunlight blinds the eye, the shine of amber fills the soul with joy
like an innocent laughter of a child,without worry of the world,just to enjoy
release of  heavy burdens,with a feel of happiness awaits it would happen,id be able to fly


i came to adore, i came to loathe ,i admired some, some i despised
the love of this universe,better than all my foolish desires
my creator is one,for the oneness of the creator  lives within my heart.

blueness of the sky, is never disturbed by our malice and evil
yet the poignant rhymes,of human mind, makes it bluer and purer
think and create, the wonders to benefit all those that walk this earth
because the ability to communicate, is universal above all barriers of languages and dialect

see the visions that the two eyes always seem to miss
like a blind man given sight in a state of eternal bliss
observe and preserve the beauty ,that surrounds the soul and the spiritual fire now enlightens

i understand my purpose,i understand this life
my existence is meaningful and so are my desires
may He take you to the right path
and enlightens your soul magnifies and glorifies!


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Blossom

Like a cherry tree in the spring,
God if this is meant to be,
Please let this blossom.


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A Love Letter

A love letter,
so full of words,
so full of beauty.

A love letter,
me reading alone on a park bench,
while I form tears in my dry eyes.

A love letter,
which takes me to a place,
of peace and brings joy to me.

A love letter,
that has no boundaries,
that shows a stranger's true feelings.

A love letter,
taken words put together,
to read a poem of glorious beauty.

A love letter,
that shows that someone loves you,
and it brings a smile on my face.

I go on home,
sit at my desk,
look at the sweet love letter
marked with a red kiss.

A named penned in curseve,
The "I" is dotted with a heart,
makes my heart leap from the chest.

I sit there,
light a cigarette and stare at an empty page
from a lonesome notebook.

I pick up my pen,
and I transfer all my emotions onto the paper,
to create love and art to show my love in return.

Then I shall go to a simple, but beautiful garden
and pick two roses that have already picked themselves,
and take them to the creator of this love letter.

A love letter,
so strong with words put together,
expressing true emotion.

A love letter,
so strong in its own world,
it brings strangers together and makes them love forever.

A love letter,
so sweet and so divine,
that any man prays for a love letter to appear on his doorstep.

A love letter,
beauty and harmony,
that brings people closer togther.


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Dialogue Between the Little Miss and the Angel Prince

The Little Miss:

kiss kiss your little miss
and she flies flies up into the skies
away away from troubles array
to love to love her angel prince above
to love to love Armando above

The Angel’s Reply to the Little Miss:

"there was a girl precious as gold
she was found by a prince and told
that life itself was getting bold
until he found her in the world

"and he kissed kissed his little miss
and they flew flew up into the blue
away away from troubles array...


"...to love and hold each other above"

Written by Elaine and Armando


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At the park with my kite

A zephyr rustles the edges of my kite
A vivid sail aloft against the clouds
My thoughts, blue sky and a spring breeze
A gust and I am taken away, breathless


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Serenity Beach

Mystic beauty of the sky,
high above the eagle cries.
Tranquil sands beneath my feet,
reminding me of nature's peace.
Blending beauty all in one,
with silent moments under the sun. 
The silence of Serenity Beach,
and calmness of the open sea,
whispers from the solem breeze.
Breathing in the salty air,
the wind brushes through my hair.
With tranquil moments under the sun,
soon this day is over and done.
Waves in tune with melodies,
and peacefulness surrounding me.


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Heaven's Doorway

I have vanished into portals of eternal light.lifted by pulchritudinous beams of mighty wisdom.Granted a wind lifted seat,made with yellow light.A cloud lifted palace, crowned by benign angels.With aggressively shimmering chips of gems ,stuck submissively and obedient  to their wings.Angels blowing a charmed horn, summoning the unknown. Before me, a carpet made of water and gold.A all powerful voice says,step forth.Come home.One of the few eternally blessed.Guardian angels with faces of light transported me beyond the invisible gates. I felt free.Free from burden. Free from pain. Free from breathing. Feeling whole and younger than before. I was taken for a tour,through heaven. Many were crowned with light. Many sat  on thrones. The floors was invisible. The atmosphere divine, with a sublime shine. Joyful sounds carried along the air, which I never inhaled. I looked at my chess and it shined with a mixture of hues. I was confused, resting my hand over this luminous light. Through my hand it still shined bright. In this palace there was no night. No fight. No blight. No freight. No malice in this holy. No envy. No greed. No negative bound entity's. All equally shining. Smiles are handed out more than food on earth. We are forever full here. No hunger in heaven.A place were people speak every language.More smiles adding to the ineffable decor. Amidst the almighty master we live forever more. Aloof I visualized my grandmother. She smiled at me. Her dress was maid of honeycomb and butterflies that still lived. She was crowned with lilies,rose peddles and electric. Her feet was  bare. She is sitting in a rocking chair. The last time she seen me, my face was full of tears,as I rubbed my nimble fingers on her pink tomb. She hovers from her rocking chair and said I am glad you could make it here. She says do you see how far prayer could get you. I said yes, I told you I would never forget you. Hugging my family members I never met on earth. Last but not least, I was hugged by my wife. We was bonded with eons of blinding light,enough to blind the humans sight. We are immortals drifting through sacred heavenly portals, reserved for married couples. We was surrounded by a red and pink mist, as she placed on my lips a heavenly and eternal kiss. Baby angels drew close playing the harp with holy tunes. A powerful voice said, love is heaven and heaven is in the two of you...enjoy eternal love....For you are eternally blessed......In heaven we drift.....


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* In My Perfect World

In my Perfect World I want there to be Peace
for all Mankind, wars, hate, evilness, would be
gone no one would be hungry, homeless, beaten
sick, broken or lonely all would be so Beautiful.

Children, would play in the streets day or night
never having to worry if they will be taken away
by people who would just Hurt them terribly.
They would never have to live in fear or be scared.

Animals, would be treated like they should loved,
fed, cuddled to run the streets, alleys and not ever
have to run away from hands or people who might
do them harm they would be snoozing in the sunlight.

The weather would be warm birds flying overhead
singing their songs the rains would be gentle enough
that we could go stand in it and splash in the puddles
never having to worry about the destruction it brings.

Everyone, being kind to each other neighbors helping
neighbors with out expecting anything in return. 
Your word of Honor being enough to seal a deal.
Leaving doors unlocked at night knowing it was safe.

Children would not be told they were useless but they
would be told how Precious they truly are and how much
they are loved, wanted by the Parents who had them.
They could sleep soundly at night never be harmed.

In My Perfect World it would be a bit like Heaven but
I would not have the streets paved in Gold or Pearly
White Gates for the entrance I leave that to God.
My entrance would say 'Come In Peace One and All'!


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Poetic Predators

She wolf of the poetic world who run
and struggle to maintain her dignity 

Our words, our dreams are falling to pieces 
By, the predators of this time period 
We are the prey for  the fearful ones 
Who scrolls and display rude comments? 

Deep within as you lament over our poems 
 we rise up stronger than ever
Composing rhyme, lyric and prose 
Unlike your hatred about likes and dislikes 
Narrative poems portrays the truth 
We shine, we meddled, and somehow, we win 
We are stronger; death with dignity is a poet emblems 

Pieces of our past anthology anguish you 
Your Savage behavior bites you each time; 
We compose; you pursue 
We are the death of your souls 

Mr. Sleepless White Nights 
Your predators, you editors
Are you addicted to your inner critic
 
We have our rights 
You confounded wretch night stalkers. 



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Here it comes now

that soft sail
and the wind looks as if
it’s trying hard to breathe 
i have elements in me
a compass borrowed, for some sorrow i assuaged
my eyes upward and unfolding
over some wave i might beach
adrift
my cuffs are turned up
and arms are a reelin’, in that wind I know 
is my kite yet to a’sail on this sea
coming for me


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Thin line

Thin line between politics and truth
Be a man like sword  both sides  akin
What could do man without wearing  mask
Making promises in his dreams without cutting corners
What could do man make others wear his shoes
Afraid of how much  his followers can  take
Betray his felowship  become an enemy



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Calm the BEAST With PEACE


Elliott:
Keeping peace is walking through the flames without a murmur Peace is holding your soul in a peaceful state, honoring peace Never cease to keep the peace with your fellow poets and family Brothers and sisters be not disturbed by the world’s disturbances Speak peacefully and calmly tell the warriors to drop their swords And opt for peace why indulge in war when you feast on peace The way to display peace is to speak with peace and stay with peace When approached by the ferocious beasts keep your peace and share The peace of your peaceful mind, so you can gift them peace of mind.

Vienna:
Befriend your monsters my friend though fiend it may seem at times They are trying to instigate your soul be not afraid brave warrior Elliott Rule with an iron fist love with a velvet hand let both meek and strong Sit at your table of grace, lest any of God’s children go home hungry Listen to your enemy he will teach you not only of adversity but will Show you a different mirror rise up to the challenge of new perception Remember anger is a beast that if fueled will lock horns with the devil Take a deep breath then on a scale of one to ten how badly is it worth The aggravation, know when to put up a fight and when to let it lie.


Collaboration by Elliott Bowe & Vienna Bombardieri


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Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!


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Sincerity - A Gift Of Healing Through Gods Loving Light


 
...of sunbeams that shine endless light
the heart gift show loving patter 
O' the glorious grace that fills my heart
for each soul sincerity shower

How fortunate am I
for the beauty of love I see in others
A gift so priceless my soul elate                       
reining down from God our Father

with summer lighting in sky of fear 
and winters cold unknowing 
by your side I stand in armor
as life storm leave shrouds of pain

in confusion I shield a weakened heart
with words that simply encourage
for each I cuddle with warm compassion
with song of love and grace                                          
 
...of sunbeams that shine endless light
the heart gift show loving patter 
O' the glorious grace that fills my heart
for each soul sincerity shower

_______________________________________
Contest ~ "Love Me Why"
Poet ~ Rick Parise






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Let Love Fly

Let love fly
-
With ethereal compassion, a soft glow in her eyes,
she picks up the baby eagle, tries to convey words
of eloquent reassurance, sincerely she tries.

Look, June is here this morning; and sun is shining hot; 
last night’s storm belongs to last night; it has left an eagle;
a homeless, hurt, upset baby; it feels forlorn, lost, caught.

She takes it home; makes enclosures; feeds it with love, care.
It still feels solo, alone within, fed by love, fed up.
The enclosure of good concern grows smaller with time’s each turn.
The bird’s soul belongs to the sky; in its eyes silent prayer 
flares up as it cries; shrill piercing call to its own kind.

Let it fly.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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Coffee Shop

Bustling people and clinking forks
A crowded maze of tables and chairs
The soft conversations meant to be secret
Rise to a horrible din of mingling words and phrases

The smell of stale coffee beans and perfume
Caress my nose with a familiar touch
The morning shines outside the huge windows
Burning brightly, it washes out the crowd

People become shadows in the insane light
The breaking dawn ruins their features
I set alone in this madness of Sun-fire
My senses raped by terrible sights and sound

They fuel my desire to be ...

The smell of unwashed skin and vodka
Drifts in on a fugitive breeze
The rattle of a beggar's cup points to its source
Its owner's suffering passes silently amongst the crowd

An old man sits with his paper in hand
A daytime hooker enjoys her hazelnut creamer
A well-dressed woman curses her cellphone and spills her latte
A child grips her legs and she curses him as well

In a dream
Sepia tones and friendly faces
In a nightmare
Shadow beasts and hungry eyes

They fuel my desire to be ...

My pen begins to glide along the rough paper
A few words, hard pressed, appear like forgotten children
Suddenly their voices are not so loud
My eyes begin to focus only on the paper

A beautiful thing begins to form
An ornament to the chaos around me
I find a wonderful peace
And the words flow gently and with ease

The shadow beings float around me
Trying to disturb my bubble of genesis
There sounds cannot stop me, I do not fear them
These hateful beasts are helping me so

They fuel my desire to be ...


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Rain

The rain fell down fiercely today.
Washed the trees and washed the birds,
the cars that slowly passed by,
And washed the red roofs of houses in town.

It just couldn't wash away this sorrow,
this inate, nevergone feeling of being alone.
My lips move but what do they say?
not a word from what runs within.

And I always hoped that like salt
the rain would melt it all away,
releasing the heavy lid upon my chest.
A naive expectation,
A silly childish mistake.

For I will die misunderstood,
I'll surely die being betrayed,
No doubt I'll die trying to mend
my full of hope, broken, bleeding heart
that 's been always as heavy as the rain that fell down today.


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Moshe

A long time ago one kid would shower snowballs up on us his name was Moshe neighbour's ewe lamb, once he drowned my family's cat after pricking it all over with his mother's tailor needle. He didn't apologise didn't look back. He'd laugh when I would kiss you beneath the willow right on your reddish cheek sort of a ripe midsummer's fruit when our dry lips hadn't already been wading through the childhood to the dewy land. And Moshe was working together with his father veterinarian - latex gloves, scissors tubing, tents, patching up the gashes for curs puttin'em to sleep due to the rabies, the birds would withdraw from the sky when Moshe would spend his night-time on a loft sewing up the tails of the mice after tearing them off without any prayer, Lord, without a touch. Moshe had a scar below his eye he was born marked, genes, my dear, people saying that's a gene of scalpel and needle, and it's uncertain what they'd been doing with our parents's cats in the childhood. I met him at abandoned temple recently, Moshe, he was meshed into the bindweeds fogged from eternal shade demented from birdsongs wale-marked by God, or by Lucifer, or perhaps by me I swear I can't remember it's a long time we are seeking ourselves for each other at this temple you never know there's a chance we are simply insane.


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Christmas Everywhere

Is it Christmas everywhere?
Christmas parties and stuffed teddy bears.
Songs of merry Christmas delight.
Snow covered rooftops glowing at night.
Gifts of sparkling diamond rings.
Christmas memories and special things.
Holiday feasts and decorated doors.
Chocolate covered cherries, Oh! Give me more.
Trips to the mall to buy gifts galore.
Paying with plastic I depleted my stash.
Let us make a loan I need more cash.
Is it Christmas everywhere?
Are you sure without a doubt?
Because some poor child this Christmas will be without.
Give hope and love.
Give prayers and faith.
For those lonesome people on this Christmas day.
Is it Christmas eerywhere?
With war overseas?
People dying and starving,
and no shoes to cover their feet.
Is it Christmas everywhere, with so much poverty?
Families who go hungry, with nothing much to eat.
What about the homeless and natural disaster stricken lands?
It would make this Christmas merry for the wealthy to lend a hand.
With death and crying, and cold and mourning,
an unfortunate road to a path with no glory.
Oh! What a very sad Christmas story.
My home is my castle that shelters me,
but don't forget the homeless that beg on the street.
So, make this Christmas merry if you're able to give.
Share your heart with someone and allow them to live.
The best Christmas will be without a doubt,
God will bless you for giving to those who are without.


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Aliens or Siblings?

Sisters, Brothers please watch with me,
Let your imagination run riot about mysterious space. 
We will reach our hands out into darkness touching one another in spirit. 
Standing outside alone, Grab my hand and stand beside me
Separated by galaxies we gaze at the stars,
How many more will join? 


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The Corner of Madison and Huron

At the corner of Madison and Huron,
The faint pedestrian appears.
A couple holding hands walking swiftly
As police pass near.
Cane in his hands
Walks a younger looking man,
Rolling his suitcase along
A central corner in a downtown city
Where faith, hope, and love belong.
May God bless you Toledo,
Today and forevermore.


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SIGN OF PEACE

A symbol I saw in a fence one day.
While I'm on journey to my working place.
The sign that symbolizes peace.
Caught my attention I couldn't resist.

My thoughts haunted by the scene,
Happened long time ago when I was teen.
Too many people came across the street.
Expressing their hunger for freedom and peace.

There came a riot,so many lives have gone.
Women, children and nuns came together as one.
Millions of crowd demand for their right.
A better world, an equal life.

But our world is now a big disgrace.
Too many people die in every place.
A paradise that was once appearred.
Has lost with the hands of terrorists.

Everytime I see this bird on sky.
A flying dove with a leaf of palm.
I can't help not to protest on my mind.
Why must it need life to sacrifice.

I hope someday our world will turn.
The same as it was like yesteryears.
No hunger and chaos,an eyes with tears.
A peaceful paradise on Earth we live.


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Cobblestone path

I met him the other day 
Passed by on the cobblestone 
Between the graves  

Though he dare not look up 
I could hear the sobs 
As wet drops fell 
    
 His draped black cloak 
Tattered and flowing 
Billowing fog in the cemetery 

Chills ran down my spine 
Yet his sadness warmed me 
 No joy came in this profession 

My sky blue eyes 
Connected with his sockets 
Life in lifelessness 

Embracing the poor soul 
Feeling his scythe  
Pressed upon my back 

I knew no fear 
Only the truth 
As we walked 
Down that cobblestone path


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My Feathered Friend { Seven By Seven}

                                      watched an eagle soar lands edge
                                       wings extended winds as pledge
                                       white breasted so tried and true
                                        made me think of red white blue
                                        reaching milestones from beyond
                                        captured essence of this bond
                                         Oh fly my feathered friend fly
                                         
                                        
                                        
                        




This poetry form was invented by David J Shrewsbury.  It’s called Seven By 
Seven.  It has seven syllables in each line, has seven lines, and the title is in last 
line.



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An Angel

An angel did befriend us, on earth, before one Christmas day.
Some say she was a comet, some say she was a star.
I say she was a gift from God, here to light our way.
She was a thing of beauty that shone across the land.
Leading to a humble manger, found in Bethlehem.

And what could be so important, for her to come our way?
A savior to our lands, and yes, our hearts and souls…
Triumphantly born on Christmas Day.
That day he was born the heavens truly did rejoice.
And she, a glorious light, continued to beacon forth God’s love.

Such an important part, that angel was given on that day.
She was a beacon to our hearts and the gifts of love… 
Guiding the Wise Men and shepherds endlessly along their way.
Thru her we learned lessons, such as: patience, hope, and how to give…
And yes, she led us to the Wondrous Man, who taught us how to live…


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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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blue

Blue is light like the sky.blue is dark like the night sky.blue is one of the colors of the flag.blue is 
sad just like i was be for i met you.blue is to make us wonder why.blue is beautiful like 
flowers.blue is like watter that flows in the ocean.blue is like peace when i see it i fell at peace 
with every thing.the color blue is for me.it is my favorite color.blue is blue and will always be.


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Inspiration: our Daily Bread of Life

Inspiration is all around me.  It swirles in the midst of darkness and deceit.  
Blinded by dry tears...the deliverers of this blessed word find me when I know not what to look for or where...
I and my kind walk in circles looking for and end to pain, deceit, betrayal, unlove, uncareing.  We are looking...but not invane.  

When the circles we walk in seem endless take heart and know that it is not a downward spiral...  Keep looking and you will see...  
     (C)....Catherine Buchner    2012
















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AN IDLE NEIGHBORHOOD

Dilapidated houses line these streets.
Lawn furniture that holds memories,best kept discreet.
Neighborhood air redden of cooking.
Seniors who've weathered the years of onlooking.
A tumultuous life for those who have lived here.
With nothing but boredom,and occasional fear.
Hollow eyed children,blank with thought.
Raised with the beliefs,of what their parents sought.
A neighborhood best adored from afar.
For living here would just add to the scar.


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Past Lives In Edinburgh

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

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

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

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

Come home for them - for myself

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

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






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A Beautiful Death

A Beautiful Death

High on a hill hidden by shrubs
I am embraced by the branches of trees
I am worshiped by nature
I hide from the exhaustion of humanity’s harassment
I am safe from the horrendous appetite of others
Here comes a high-priced counselor hollering about an inheritance bequeath by my ancestors
He does not pay homage to the harmonic hum of creation
He swats at the harmless honeybees hovering in non-threating swarms
He fails to hear the healing hymns shared by my Father
He has hunted me down to handover hundreds and thousands worth of useless currency
How did he find me?
He is horrified when I asked him to keep his check
Instead…give me what the Spartans called “A beautiful death.”

When moments of melancholy manipulate my mind
I remain in my imagination
Where merry memories as a minor make me remember mere minutes of mirth
Immediately I am reminded of how miserable my millennium has become
My emotions seem meaningless
My time on Mother Earth, a mistake
Remarkably my mood mutates
And I ask My Lord for mercy;
Remove me from this realm
And give me what the Spartans call “A beautiful death.”

Quietly in my coffin—tricked into wearing a tux
A comical smirk marks my mask
I could have collapsed on a corner
Countless wouldn’t have noticed
One more cigarette would have been nice—
Because cancer did not caress my corpse
So-called companions circle my casket
Consoling each other with questions
They are all concerned… “Suicide?” they asked
They sincerely think they could have rescued me
From the epic conclusion of my existence
Their cold-hearts in chaos—they are infected with karma
Could The Creator resurrect me back to collect compensation for their cruelty?
I would decline
Let me relax in peace 
And keep what the Spartans call “A beautiful death.”


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Dear Lord Almighty

Dear Lord Almighty,                

                This may or may not be a strange request
	Father, who aren't in,( Heaven )
	Master of the universe
	God of all, Gods
	My question to you, is
	May I die in my sleep
	For, in peace
	Is the way, I want to go
	Because, Dear Lord
	My only , Father
	I have suffer so much in life
	I've cried many raindrops
	I've went threw many hot and cold flashes
	I've seen my life, before my own hands
	I've seen so much blood
	Fill the sky
	So, as I lay my head down
	Can you, think of my request
	May, I die in my sleep
	For, in peace	


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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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If you cant beat em' join em'

YeeHaw
On To The Next One


How can you write 
For others to understand
Make it simple
Make it apparent

Make it transparent.

says it ain't that bad
The universal man
must know all things
The universal king
been through every situation
Yet still speaks love
Woe is me

Got the world on a string 
Spins it for the whole population.
In orbit we sing
Most handsomely
In this world we see 
Behind paid therapy.
Outlets always blow a breaker
I know the rules I know the 
Regulations
I have complete understandings of
Me in team.
But this was just a simple cargo ship
To help carry some weight
True I mixed up blog and poetry
So seems this is my last entry
Time to go make a therapist rich.
Sorry for. inconvenience.
Honestly I am glad you said sumtin.
I'm too honest to stay where I am not wanted.


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Poised Pen

in the field 
between poppies 
and dying 
limbs 

a pen 
lay poised 
pleading 
with words 

pressed 
upon pages 
lined with 
youth's blood 

beating rhythm 
unheard
from now 
silent hearts

grief flowing 
with 
inky sadness
into lark's eyes

metaphors 
unnecessary
staring 
into reality's 
harsh face 

the pen skips 
a beat 
as death claims 
victory
yet again  

another name 
to silently 
record
into history

and poetry is war

a war fought 
through words 
of emotion 

begging an end 
to tiny crosses 
we don't wish 
to visit 

with declarations 
that we will 
no more 
engage in battle 

but the words 
lay still 
ignored by war's eyes 
hungering for pain 
to fill its chest 

poets fight on 
expressing anger 
in narratives 
to beseech 

and each year 
we read the words anew 
of hope with sadness 
and deep longing 

for we don't believe
in the words 
and therefore 
they have no meaning 

as war carries on 
the pen remains 
poised 
to write the ending 
with relief

and as the poppy 
bleeds its red 
into the sunset 
the pen knows
it will never 

win the war... 










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I Will Remember Him

I was a little girl when I heard he was shot and killed.
The TV had it on every channel you could not miss it.
So many comments, conversations of fear, confusion,
anger and disbelief.
I remember becoming afraid like when Kennedy died.
Sitting there a tear streamed down my face for this man
I did not even know.
I knew injustice had just happened.

His words, his voice spoke for peace, love, compassion and
hope, for change that would happen someday.
Yell, I remember at 9 years old listening, watching the marches.
People, were being treated as if they were an infectious disease.
I asked questions, no one ever answered and they told me to be quiet.
My heart was heavy I tried to make sense of it in my child mind.
I was sad, mad and confused.
I remember him.

His face was kind, his voice gentle and I listened when he said
‘He had gone to the mountain’ my heart raced.
My eyes filled with tears I prayed and asked God to watch over
his family and everyone.
His voice was like music in the air, his words showed passion.
Hatred came with men in white sheets, they called themselves the
KKK I call them cowards.
They would, do such cruel and evil things, they killed innocence.

I spit on them, these small men who hide under bed sheets.
I was a kid but I knew change had come, as we had never seen
before and it made people afraid.
Why was I was not afraid? I remember being so sad.
This man of a different color wanted us to love, to get along, he was
so brave, so kind I wish I had met him.

Police, beating them because of color but why?
I had so many unanswered questions with no one to answer them.
They arrested men, women, girls and boys.
Those men in sheets with their faces hidden, the cowards.
I remember when Martin Luther King was shot.
Mourning came across the nation.
He had become a brave warrior who just wanted all
God’s children to live in peace.
This man I never will forget and I always strive to treat
every person as he wanted.
I remember him even though I was a kid.
He was a man with dignity, respect, love, and vision.

Now he is in Heaven and someday I want to shake his hand.
I was just a 9-year-old kid but I remember that day the horrible
injustice they did to him.
I thank him for who he was and his dream for change.
I will always remember him. 
What about you?


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Luck

Not long ago yet an epoch away
 I lurched upright 
Morpheus interrupted by
Mid night soul fuel running on
 Vapors
Long since evaporated in the 
Still born heat of an
Asian summer
Wanting.

Only to realize
Where is love if
Anger wells   
Magnanimous
And me
Fortune's fool compared to
Hmong refugees hidden
Jungle deep in 
Northern Laos as
Armed soldiers hunt them 
Like Pennsylvania deer
Caught in the headlights of the
Machine?  

And here I am 
Incarnated 
In whole
Lucky lot of six billion
Or more
Stars lined up
Vishnu smiling
While the not-so-distant memory
Of lost friends
Mingles 
With thoughts on 
Carpe diem and a
Modest man
Sari wrapped
Spinning Thoreau 
Still firing shots of peace across the bow of
Humanity.

Jeff Troyer March 2008


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Street Cred

Houses on parade
Guards to civilisation
A great divide between man and space
Escapism opposed to reality

Sentinals stand at either end of street
Neighbourhood watch
Dangerous tongues gossip
Prepare for another enslaught


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I love you more

What can I render to the Lord for all His gifts to me
His love
His Grace 
His forgiveness
His sacrifice
His faithfulness
His Joy
He who took MY SINS
His abounding Mercy
His fathomless love
His total commitment to my salvation
To my wholeness
To my welfare
To my emotional stability
To giving me eternal life
He gave a pure white robe to cover me with HIS RIGHTEOUSNESS

Because of Jesus-I now know Him as an adoring Father. 
A Brother who will always walk so close I feel His presence and who always watches over me.
A mother whose words and affections surround me daily with care like a Mother hen
Proverbs:1:8

What can I render to the Lord who took my pain
Who in His own body was wounded and bore the sorrows and my grief I was to going through and the mistakes and the sin ready at every moment to try and trick me out through my life-time- 
He sent His WORD- His LIGHT to enlighten my darkness and show me clearly the road I should take-(Proverbs: chapters 1to 9)

Yes YOU were always ready to defend me, a helpless orphan- for without YOU as my Dad and as my mother- I was abandoned to this world-
But Now I can cry with all my heart- ABBA FATHER I love you - But YOU say
          
               I 
     LOVE  Y  MORE 
              O
              U 

What can I render to the LORD- MY God- whose precious pure blood was spilt to bear the sins of all our humanity- I will take ‘the cup’ of Your salvation and honor your name with my life- For only your pure blood is worthy to pay for all sin-I will confess your name before the world for which you died to save -and I will call upon your HOLY name - for your name alone is WORTHY- JESUS.

© Brenda V Northeast 28th  January 2012 


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Reborn


In the womb God creates all
we where surrounded by walls in the dark
the voice of the mom and dad
is taken notice of in this time
when placing a light
on the outside wall creates a response to get excited
trying to get to where the light source is coming from
when the child is born 
to see the reaction of the newborn 
to pick out their mom or dad 
by their voice in a crowd is amazing
seeing the world for the first time
the love and peace that can be seen in the eyes is astonishing
From then we shall grow observing as time passes
In my case my lack of knowledge was slowly 
building walls around me to trap me in the dark
trying to trick me into thinking this world was it
taking away the love and peace that once was seen in my eyes
creating the lining of walls with lies and deception
through all this I heard my Lord speaking to me
breaking through the walls giving light to lead me out
I shall recognize the call of the Lord
Once listening to the Lord all started to become clear
teaching me to separate and lose fear
like being born again 
seeing the world for the first time
hearing the Lords voice like never before
busting through the walls
seeing the full light, engulfing it all in
trying to figure out how I never saw this taking place
The Lord is the way to lead you home
to break down those walls to set you free
so you can not be surrounded and trapped by walls again
for one shall see the walls coming at them and knock them down
by the power of the blood
Now with the Lord their to guide
bringing back the love and peace felt within
and a new vision to illuminate the truth



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Tiny Grains of Sand United

These aren't the same sand grains of time are they? coming united from all around aren't they? can't feel the slightest sight of sound can you? you couldn't possibly begin to understand, why can't you? just find a way to join a cause bigger than you make a splash in a tiny pond could you? shift in ripples moving grains of the sands of time if you found a way to unbound a weary mind, if you take in only what you want that makes you tick till the very last tock I will with you These tiny sand grains all that remain of a distant fading memory on a shore full of fantasy reality is what you cannot change except when united tiny sand grains of time, that matter.


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RUSSELL SIVEY: Dedication

I love the juice in each line, the grape of the wine Truth lies behind what you could not disguise if you tried
NOTE: Strong writers evoke emotion, thought, and change from humanity. Russel is a powerful poet who wears a big heart on his sleeve. I do not know him personally, yet am moved by his pen. *High regards, and recommendations on his work.This small ode to his words was originally placed into a comment I had made to him. I felt it was best for others to see how his work moves me. There are a few writers on here who possess the gift. I thank each and every one of you for sharing your soul! ~DOMO ARIGATO ~JSLambert


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Loving Life

I thought I would be lost with out you
You thought that too
But i have found a place
Where i can be myself
And...well...love life

Life is worth living when you have something
To live for...
Well i found that something...
It's not a guy
It's not an idol...
It might sound selfish
But...I'm living for myself

I am living to make my world a better place
I'm living to make myself a better person
To look out for others
To put others first

But most of all im living because
I was put here for a reason
And if im still alive then I havent fufilled
That purpose....

So if you need motivation
To keep yourself breathing
Then this is it

YOU were put here for a reason
And if YOUR heart is still beating
Then YOUR purpose is still being here

<3


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Wedding bells

Wedding bells isn't a big pretty dress or handsome tucks. 

Wedding bells isn't a big church or ball room. And last but 

least, many think it's about family and friends. A wedding is 

mirage, it's love between two. It's a bind many love to let 

pass by.  It's a connection two feel. A moment for both to be 

happy. It's a wedding, true love shall combine. It's a moment 

no-one can break. It's a smile hurting your jaw. Causing your 

heart to truly skip a beat. It's feeling your love in the air.  

Hearing the music in the ocean.  It's letting love make the 

clouds. Wedding bells is saying, I do for life. It's remembering 

your vows.  Holding each others hands and remembering 

sweet moments.  Not letting go for eternity. Giving the long 

lasting kiss. A kiss to remember for life. A true love kiss under 

wedding bells. Wedding bells that brought two humans into 

one. Into one wedding bell.........


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Religion of the Christians

Methodist, Baptist, Assembly of God; all planted here on American sod,
just like siblings, we quarrel with each other, why can't we get over it,
simply love our brothers?

Each of us cannot judge what is in another person's heart; lets just accept 
our salvation, try our best to do our part. 
Now I know our Lord can cover a multitude of sin; and wont we find it
funny when the Catholic's come in? (to Heaven)

Yes there is a problem, and the problem is in us; instead of sharing the
gospel, we want to argue and fuss. Will we go to hell if we wear our
hair too short or too long, and where in the New Testament does it say
it's wrong?

What about our music, does it really matter to Him; whether it is rock,
or soul, or a good old gospel hymn? Isn't He more concerned about our
love for one another? 

So come on people of Christ; stop fighting, and learn
to love your brother!


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The Beloved

If ever time would let me hold
but for a moment-one day
where any dream can still unfold
and change the course of yesterday

I'd search so many years ago 
submit to you alone
No where in time I'd let you go
No place in time I'd roam

If everlasting was held there
and that day measured infinity
today my sins would not appear
for I'd have earned eternity

But Lord you hold a water's mist
that it should never touch the ground
You have ensured that I exist
for by grace my sins aren't found

As memories of my hope in you
awake my heart to strive
Your Spirit fills with light from you
and I once dead am now alive

For yesterday is history
but today I'm in your hand
My tomorrows aren't a mystery
for you've re-shaped me with your plan

So that now forgiven, I do dare
to claim my rights foretold
I am beloved..I am aware
that you have restored my soul

Behold! Within my heart flows tears
for your mercy towards me
Your glory, treasure that I bear
will lead beyond the crystal sea

Lord you have joined two worlds apart
This truth you came to give..
that man with you in his own heart
can be worthily called "Beloved"..


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In My Garden


In my little garden 
I will sow seeds of
compassion and understanding.
I will nourish these seeds
with persistence and trust.
I know that my garden will 
grow slowly, and may need to 
have the weeds of intolerance and
greed , plucked out by their roots.
But peace, when it comes,
will be a harvest of joy.


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Raven Flies Free



 
 
 

Long-lived and rusted 
the flint lock pistol clutched in suspense......        
death had come to call......              
with a longing in her heart.......
she stood guard fighting her transformation,  
silent fog rolled beneath a picturesque cliff......
waiting in silence her spirit cried for confirmation,
a longing for a peaceful flight enthralled her desperate heart........
in the distance swirling clouds parted
at once, a voice in harmonic rhythm sang out
"freedom to fly free my dear raven"
"freedom to fly free my dear raven"............
and in that instant her spirit rose in a peaceful calm......
destiny had been received, 
a glorious revelation revealed
engulfed in love her spirit rejoice......
Hallelujah......
Hallelujah...... 
Palet......Palet......Palet...............

Her spirit soar......


________________________
Hebrew translation for "Palet" is "Deliverer"

________________________
A Rambling Poet Contest~Among The Dead
Poet~Rick Parise


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You're worth it

Sometimes we want to grow up fast. Others we want our youth to last. Sometimes we want to change the past. Others we want to leave it alone because it was such a blast. Either way, however you feel. You have to find a way to cope and deal. Because life is a journey Sometimes a competition, a tourney. along the way there are things.... That beat up life and leave it with dings. Sadness awaits. After all we cant change fate. Tears racing down rosy red cheeks. Blinding us from seeing the beauty of the snowy mountain peak Depression like lightning strikes. Down like a volleyball we spike. Anger and frustration builds. Combining to form destruction in guilds All leading up to stress. But remember you're always blessed. Remember all those bad times. When all people did was go out and commit crimes. When hungry people had to go out and wait in long lines Maybe to some people that only happens sometimes. Maybe to others all the time. Either way, however you feel. You had to find a way to cope and deal. Somehow you stood the rain You lasted through all that pain. You didn't fall tumbling through the drain. You made it through the times that were long. You are strong. Maybe going back and forth, ping pong. Differing what's right. and what's wrong. But here you stand. Holding your own land. Even if you feel like you don't. And there's no luck you won't. I know you will. Because life isn't always downhill. Either way, however you feel. You had to find a way to cope and deal. And here you are standing now. Now of the past, let go. And in yourself you will grow. After you realize the point you're at is no longer low. Instead you get to enjoy the beauty of Sharing and and giving and receiving everyone's love. Because you're worth it.


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Daydreaming

Daydreaming sets us free,
free to do anything,
be anything within the
realm of imagination.

A release from reality,
a world in which there is
complete control.

Where decisions are never wrong,
a place without violence, where 
contentment  massages the soul.

A world through which frustration
and anger are expelled causing a release,
a calming effect, maybe a new beginning.

Daydreaming sets us free to 
return to reality.


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Water

The water. 
It ripples and waves.
Its soothing to the touch and it runs over your body like an invisible blanket.
When life is too much to take I run to the water.
I've thought about lost loved ones over the view of the ocean.
As the waves ran over my toes and pulled back it was as if God was telling me I'm here.
I see your pain. I see your passion. In time I will wash them away.
When it rains, it stirs something inside of my heart. I know that as this storm shall pass, so will the trials of life.
The pain will be washed away. All will grow new again.
Pain is water.
Joy is water.
Life it water.
Water is beauty.


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The World We Live In

My heart aches for a world filled with peace, so much sadness and destruction,
I cannot take any more.
I get up in the morning and put a smile on my face,
I watch things on the news and I feel disgrace.
How can I smile when the grimness of life for others hurts me so much?
How can I eat my food and not feel guilty for the starving millions?
How can I waste water having a bath or a shower when others have no
clean water even to drink?
Dying of malnourishment and dying because of contaminated water,
All over the world this is happening to real human beings and what do I do?
Carry on as normal and put a smile on my face.
The children are crying, their parents are dying,
The Parents are crying, their children are dying,
But the world carries on as normal,
And I get up every morning and put a smile on my face.
Wars are raging everywhere, haunted faces staring “Why doesn't anyone care?”
Fear and terror is their living nightmare “Why doesn't anyone care?”
We care, but we choose to look away, “we're not affected” people say,
So we get up every morning, put a smile on our faces and get on with our day.


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my precious children

In one piece hold in hands 
My children in wars  lost lives
Enchanted welcome heroes
Is it about our lives  in land
Or we have broad interest in 
My precious children 
Should come back home



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Dear God

Dear God,
I ask for forgiveness before going to bed
I pray for some peace, please replace this heartache instead
I pray for my Mom and me to get along
I pray for my son to be happy and strong

Dear Holly,

You asked and are forgiven
You have been given peace for your heartache that stretches the day
You will find strength in your mother for that is her way
You will see your son amidst friends with me watching at bay

Dear God

I ask for forgiveness before going to bed
Thank you for my peace it feels good this way
Thank you for my mom she will not lead me astray
Thank you for my son, I know with your guidance he is going to be okay

And, tell Jesus thank you for dying for my sins
I know when I get to Heaven; I will see family and friends.

© 4/13/2013 Holly P. Moore


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When I met you

When I first met you, 
It felt lik I had known you from the start,
I told you my secrets,
and I what I didn't want, ever,
I bet you thought, 
it'd never end,
who would have thought,
we would become more then just friends.
Over a period of time, 
I got to know the real you.
A boy who was so caring and true.
You've survived your life, 
with hurt and loneliness by your side.
I told you I'd never leave,
because of the feeling that I had inside.
I know you, 
lie nobody else I've ever known,
and sometimes I wonder,
what would I do if you were gone?
So I have decided,
time will answer all my questions.
If it is meant to be, 
time will remove the wall.
I love the way we are together,
you can always me me smile. 
Will it ever really end up being, forever?
I guess I will have to wait.
Time will reveal, what lies ahead,
but always remember what I have said.
Meeting you has changed my life, and I really love you so,
the feelings I feel for you, I am never letting go.
Remember me always,
and I will too.
I always think of,
me and you.


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Growing Pains

It’s come once again, a new phase of life; and though change is sometimes hard to 
comprehend.
Don’t worry, you’ll get settled in.
Then it will be time to move forward again; 
And you may pretend this task is simple to do.
Your fearful and excited simultaneously; along with a little melancholy.
But you have to prepare for GOD’s great new gifts; 
maybe peace or lesson that can’t be dismissed.
It’s all a part of your destiny, so settle with this formality.
Change your results because that’s your part to life’s test.
New with knowledge and an increasing faith, and know God’s waiting for you to 
take your place.
SOoooo…appreciate your growing pains and you’ll surely get an A.


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Storms in Life

Quiet is the ocean and then erupts a hurricane
So much devestation and people crying out in pain
Serene are the drops of rain that turn into a storm
A journey through the cold snow with no place to keep warm
A day will come when all shall pass and souls will be at rest
A desert storm of sweeping sands it seems that life is just a test
Deliverance will come at last just follow the brightest light
And on earth the storm will end and life begins a new flight


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Light or Darkness

Can you hear him?
Rumbling beneath the earth,
Waiting for us to make the our move,
Waiting for it to begin,
My body trembles,
Afraid to see the outcome, 
Knowing that there is a chance he might win,
Can you hear him?
Laughing beneath the earth,
Waiting for us to fail
Whispering beneath the earth saying
“he died for your sins but you killed over them”
Can you hear him?


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The Simple Truth

All Mighty One
The Beginning and the End
Alfa and Omega

Thy living water spills free in a fountain of forgiveness 
love and light so pure and free
my cornerstone of strength and hope
for you, I fall to my knees

The darling of heaven once crucified 
you have risen in all glory and now you rest within my desperate soul
a predestined beauty of the eternal promise of everlasting life
I call to you in good times of prosperity 
and I ask that you might sustain this life
I cry out to you in times of trial
knowing you will guide and strengthen this weary soul

My precious Jesus, son of God almighty 
I surrender to thee
I praise only you
forge and mold me oh' sweet Father
for I believe
yes
I believe



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The Force

Adding
peculiar
subtracting
never

laws 
of something
(besides physics)

has to
wants to
needs to
improve

velocity 
is present
and that very force
pushes 
the dead weight
forward
until
it can't sit still anymore

because
it has to

it's got to move
or else
it dies


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A Consciousness Of Self-Confidence

Death silently creeps in as the rule of no exception he takes up a collection of lost souls with no more time the one priceless possession Void of whats right is the existance I've come to know everything surrounding turns to shame hidden in sorrow yet I still live for tomarrow to realize these mending dreams take a look inside me not a man who's self decieved My diary is none of me that I paint easily unveiling made up of painful poetic verses that show I let go of hateful feelings for I am steadily rising no longer seems like a chore every day I wake up leaves me wanting less much more The only thing that ever stopped me was the nightmare I came to be even through the worst circumstances they left me with a certain understanding Death now watches over me I'm careful to nod my head for without his protection many times now I would lay lifeless without a voice that guides me no master do I call Lord every ounce of belief in me other faith is too much to afford as my dreams become reality you can only watch in wonder while I perform my miracles not atop the mountain, but under.


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Glitter World

Glitter World
I see the world as my pearl
My place to take a whirl
And twirl around like a sexy girl
A place where there is little turmoil
My world is place
Where all flags can
Freely unfurl
Where a boy’s hair can curl
Everything’s glitter in my little world.


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Step Back

Lines crossed cannot be uncrossed
For this no eraser exists
You read my words and imagine yourself there
You there in her place
Yet her place is my place
We are inseperable
Where she ends I begin
When she cries 
tears fall from my eyes
When she smiles
my teeth are revealed
As she breathes
my chest rises and falls
My words not meant to cause pain
so I step back
I do not want you to step too far
I do not wish you to fall
Please step back
before you cross the line


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Spirit Of Love

Inside my heart
Over flowing
A sea of love
My spirit free
Love taking lead
My inner consciousness, awakening
Inner realisations, coming to light
Experiencing the wonders of our universe
Discovering who I am
In the spirit of love


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Never Look Away


                                                                                      Armistice day, 2012.
                               Never Look Away

Remember, remember,
11th November,
No more gunpowder,
Gas screaming rot.

Remember this day,
Never again,
And tomorrow those who fell we forgot.

Remember, remember, remember.


                              David Nickle Read   


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A day in the life of you and me

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


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Let Go, Never Give Up

Another day passes by
Sun sets, Suns rise
Skies fly by
Parallel to the 
Ambitious eye,
Lie in between what we are searching for
Truth is never certain, it seems that's
all they're searching for.
What we believe, we do become
Changing rules of the thumb
Looking far enough out
We're right back where we begun
My mind is spun
And i wont stop until you feel it.
Til it hits you, and you really feel it.
No questioning of the tongue, 
How fast you run.
Moving slow so delirious,
Tides Rise
And we're here
And it's 
Remained unquestionable
So memorable
Chokes you with sincerity
Comforts you in deprival
With everything against you
they tell you to let go,
But never give up,
Because the tides will turn.
They always do.


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The Hardest Thing

Last night we had a quarrel
We went to bed so mad
Each had to get up early
The morning was quite sad
I never meant to say that
I know you didn’t, too
With hopes to reconcile
Just know that I love you

Yeah darling…
It couldn’t be more true

That’s why 
Leaving you
Is the hardest thing to do

Each morning when we go to work
A piece of me, it goes with you
I cannot wait to get back home
To do those things we do

That’s why 
Leaving you
Is the hardest thing to do

I hope tonight we’re civil
We listen and we learn
Together, we’ll get past this
Each others trust, we’ll earn
So, then we can retire
To the bedroom that we share
Lie within each others arms
And show how much we care

Yeah darling…
It couldn’t be more true

That’s why 
Leaving you
Is the hardest thing to do

Each morning when we go to work
A piece of me, it goes with you
I cannot wait to get back home
To do those things we do

That’s why 
Leaving you
Is the hardest thing to do

And when my work’s over
I will come back to you


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Song of Solace

Carry my limp body to the riverbank
and lay me down, ever so gently.
Listen! Do you hear? Listen as you hold on still,
to the song of solace.

Hear the serene roar of gushing
over rocks and branches and silt,
cool and kind upon my feet, engulfing my legs
and soothing my spine as I sink deeper into liquid crystal.

Open your ears to nature’s call,
so subtle in the sparrow’s chirp,
also, the trees imitating rattlesnake warnings
when leaves obscure one another’s path.

Now, silence… only but a few
rustles frequently sound, peacefully,
as heartthrobs cease 
to the rhythm of a sad tango.

I thank the One granting me
this final breath,
the evidence of life and source of my feeble existence
so I may bid you farewell.

Hold me ‘till I give up fighting.
Arrange forget-me-nots in my hair, then walk away.
Let me drift into conscious oblivion.
Allow my heart to sink into the depths of grace, let the silt scrub me bare.
Pray my soul once more be drenched in forgotten memories
and shed a tear for those buried in the Song of Solace.


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Rose Bled Soap Stone Mysteries

So small and absolutely perfect
With a slight grain of pale pink flowing across it’s softly shimmering white surface

Tossed by wave and landed on this ….my foreign shore

 I knew in my heart as I held the sea stone in the palm of my hand …that the secrets 
of the universe were held safely 
deep within

…..If only I spoke stone ….I knew the hope of everlasting joy 
could be mine to share forever


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Super ego, ego and id'ism

The sub-conscious jugernaught,
And it’s defence mechanism, 
For so long your multi-faceted dimension we’ve fought,
So commonly known as super ego, ego and id’ism.

We can all be mean, jealous, envious,
Sometimes kind, caring and compassionate at best,
What we don’t like, we call social deviance,
I know all the me’s I can be, collectively we’ve got a chance,
Not much is known by the layman,
There’s a reason we feed from the tame hand,
Each one of us immensely powerful,
We need our vision back to make it's power null,
revealing, no cohesion, a fictional entity cull.

The mind unravels and absorbes the 'knowing' wealth,
letting go of the ego and in 'their' terms my mental health.


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ANGEL DUST

There is a feeling of calm 
The feeling of the winds gentle blowing
The fears are all gone
The peace of the gentle rain of dust
The sparkles in the air surround us everyday
We feel the angels around us the dust from above
We are happy and calm and at peace
The resting of our soul
The angels dust so pretty and bright
Brings us peace within our hearts

Laurel Larison 10/11/2012


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Tear in My Heart

My mother never knew what to do with me.
I was an obligation that needed to be. 
But I wanted her to love me.
Simply… love… me.
I would do anything to please her.
Wanting her to be proud, I worked hard at everything I did.
But she viewed me as her competition, not wanting to be out done.
Needless to say our relationship wasn’t what I wanted it to be.
I dreamed to have a family of my own to simply… love… me. 
I had a daughter who didn’t live. 
And my mom said someone like me shouldn’t have kids.
Though she didn’t know about my epilepsy and other problems with my health.
Then my life fell apart with hard times everywhere.
I didn’t show it but hidden…my health wasn’t all that good.
My husband’s diabetes affected his mind. And epilepsy was working on mine.
I ignored that fact. I worked hard as my epilepsy kept tearing every thing apart.
Finally with a hard earned job… Fourteen years later I had a son. 
The son I’d always wanted to have.
I was so very proud but was attacked by both health and son, at every turn.
He was wilder than most creating problems everywhere.
He blamed me for everything and everywhere something went wrong.
My health did it again at work as my relationship continued to crumble with my son.
He hated a mother who had to work, had epilepsy, and just wasn’t there for him. 
I was slowly dying when he was 12 and I was 52, when finally I was saved.
That night… I met God and he said I had more to be done along the way.
I came back and did every thing I could to help my wayward and unruly son.
But way before I helped him go to college… I knew I had lost my son.
But his best friend needed a mom so I was there for him.
It seems so strange to tell, but as my son moved out… His best friend simply moved in.
And it’s even stranger to tell that… 
The son who will occasionally smile at me, is someone else’s son.
He’s my heart-adopted son and has brought my first son closer again.
Jesus was always here and… the tear in my heart is gone.


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This Tranquility

This Tranquility
    by Amy Swanson




shimmers of light 

                  heaven soft ... 



sparkling stardances

                   moonlit mist ...



                                                      *do you remember*


echoes ...

       (oh so faint)

                   of far away

                                  yesterdays

                                         in my soul's memory




*Glittering*


          *dream-dust*


                        violet *iridescence*


                                        falling new

                            
                                                  re-awakening


                                                       my spirit


                                                   to dream again...


                                              within this ageless garden


                                                     simplicity's oasis

        

Silver-soft

           cascade ...

                  mystic waterfall
 
                             hues of rainbowed light

                                       sun-drenched prisms

                                                       crystalline pure

                                                                   flow down

                                                                          from heaven's realms

~ melting ~

         into this rushing river

                            of my soul...
                  
                                           my
                           
                                                  self...

                                                           with waves of blissful peace



Listen close-!

             serenity's song -- 

 

only the heart 

     can hear

          these gentle strains ... 



                                 melodious enchantment


                                           harmonious 


                                                joyous



Lush forest green -

                   life, alive


                                Warm marigold glow -

                                                    sunshine, envelopes



... all becoming 

                         this tranquility.


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The Love Child

Gently laid in pungent hay
The small infant greets the eve
While all those present wonder
At the glory they've received

Neither before nor after
Will man witness such a birth
That brings more joy and hope to
Ev'ry creature on the earth

Brilliant star pierces the dark
As heavenly beings sing
Of earthly peace now dawning
Over plains the chorus rings

The wise and faithful bearers
Of the gifts know all along
This baby is the Savior
Whom inspires the angels' song

They bow to God incarnate
And place before Him treasure
Shepherds praise the Holy child
Whose pow'r is without measure

For though a humble baby now
A King lies in the manger
Who came to heal wounded hearts
And save our souls from danger

Question you how it can be
This mystery of ages?
Find the answer given us
Within the ancient pages

Read how it has comes to pass
Payment for our sin is done
Through ultimate sacrifice
God has sent His only Son

So see Him sweetly sleeping
Tiny boy so meek and mild
And know the baby Jesus
Is our Father's great Love Child

 



* Placed 3rd in John Heck's contest, "Christmas Time is Here!"* December 8, 2007


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Before I Sleep

A dream before a mirror in half gloom
In the enfolding quiet of my room
A twin of confidence looks back at me
Can she see  
The lack within
Reflected eyes?
This far too sober tendency
To see the self, that hides away 
And sqeeze all thought, which once ran swift and keen
With octopus arms
Until all life is gone
Where any fragment left behind
Is simply dust
And has no weight, to hold it down 
In gusts of wind that spring alive
Upon the fall of night

Before I sleep, I will step outside
I will listen to the stars
I will walk out alone beneath the sky
And let the whirling leaves spin past my feet
And breathe a rain-damp air and feel the qualm of me retreat
And after that I'll read a book
Perhaps a verse, reverse my doubt 
I'll turn the light, and make a wish
Instead of dread
I'll close my eyes, and lay my head
Upon my bed


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Collaborating In the Clouds

There is a place I am walking up a ladder
I see clouds everywhere
I see up the ladder a figure standing 
Guidiing me to the light
I am at the top and the lights are so bright
Never hurting my eyes
The Lord watches and guides me with holding out His hand
I ask the Lord what did I do to deserve so
Much of your love and to be in this wonderful place
The Lord replied with great kindness and said child
you gave me the best gift a person could give
Your undying love, prayers and good things you did for others
You see child He said to me the kind deeds you did for 
my poor, defenseless children on earth you gave them
food, water and shelter where you could and you in fact
were helping me.
But most of all Child you gave me your heart and soul and tried the
best you could for all those in need. Prayers were done not for recognition but for my glory
Now rest here child with me for all eternity


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Joyous Island

Baby blue waters
Jumping dolphins play around
Mashed potatoes clouds
Puff up with confidence and delight
The Joyous Island is so much fun - 
Childlike memories spent here
I admire the blooming miracles that I hold dear 
Come and take a dip
Or a swim in the warm, sweet waters!
Watch out for the sinister, wicked shark!
Maybe we can borrow Noah's marvelous Ark!
The waters are wild and funky
The falcons sway in the spiraling breeze
Oceans aroma is pleasant to the nostrils
If you look closely at the sand, you'll spot puny daffodils,
Poking their heads out with glee and they're at ease
Dancing to and fro in the Blessed Breeze
Laying on the sand in peace, 
Daydreaming...getting a tan 
And I...am carefree 
Like the sea creatures swirling with ecstasy
The waves are giant...
They descend and ascend...I tell them to stop pushing its gravity on me
They continue doing it playfully and defiantly 
But, I'm secretly enjoying every moment of it
I love spending time in the Joyous Island
It's like living in flawless paradise
Crazy clams and chill crabs
Take a walk on sunshine...
I wish I can be like them, 
Spending time in their Hopeful Homeland
That would be beyond amazing and grand!
Walruses take naps with their beloved family
I wish I could take a good break, but I'm too caught up in society
I need to escape from the over-packed city 
'Cause deep down inside, I'm consuming angst, confusion, and pity 
If I can take a vacation for at least a week
That would be neat...I just have to remain patient and meek 
The Spring and Summer heat zip through me
The sun is shining with zealousness and possibly
It's showing me a sign that I should go swimming with sun-shining might 
In the baby blue waters...before the gracious day turns to callous night!
Sending me hot chills and cool vibes
Have no worries - no need to stress, baby
Feel free to relax in Joyous Island and be happy-go-lucky







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In The Garden

Fuchsia panels
Standing parallel, like soldiers standing to attention
Push the panels forward, and venture onward
Pull them back, and leave behind

Like a woodpecker pecked cloth spread across the atmosphere
A permeable shelter of green does cover the cobble below
The darks and the lights of the jades and the emeralds
Add shimmer and flatness to this world of calm

Suspended from somewhere, someplace above
Hang scattered hues of violet
Almost candy floss like
Breaking up and breaking through the veil of green

Clusters of red also
Climbing up, up
Reaching towards the skies
Though forever trapped within their own dwelling 

Observe, the kaleidoscope of colours



And then, once more, the fuchsia panels
Standing parallel, like soldiers standing to attention
Push the panels forward - and venture onward
Pull them back - and leave behind…


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Crying Magnolias

When my heart is caving in and I feel all alone,
I wake up in the morning so far away from home.
When my soul is crying out and I feel like I'm lost,
I'll hold my head up proud so I will pay the cost.
So life won't pass me by, I'll live while I can.
Make the best of days gone by, wish I could hold in my hands,
my magnolias crying in the rain.
Wish I could catch the drops that fall.
Instead I remain so far away from home.

When I'm crying out for life,
I'll hold my dreams I have in store.
Even though it seems I can't get my foot in the door.
And though I'll pay the price, 
because I've sacrificed.
Soon I'll return again one day,
under Louisiana blue sky,
just so I could hold my,
magnolias crying in the rain.
Wish I could catch the drops that fall,
but instead I remain far away from home.

You gave me your hand to hold.
You kept me warm when I was cold.
So when my dreams unfold,
I'll be back to hold,
my magnolias crying in the rain,
so I can catch the drops that fall,
and no longer remain,
so far away from home.


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Africa III

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

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

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

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard
Bound

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

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

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


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I Dream Of Things

"I dreamt, I was a butterfly or was I, a butterfly dreaming..."

Delightful is the way I see, the people and places ahead of me.
All shapes and colors, sounds and tastes, it truly is enrapturing.
Imagine a place where waterfalls fly, the cities and towns made of silver.
A place where music fills body and soul. Enchanted and enchanting.

I yearn for a place where the land is whole, beautiful and glowing with life. I see such 
places in my dreams.
People know love, and value it so. They see with their hearts, and give with their soul.
Such is my fascination.

Imagine a lake with light blue waters. Fishes of colors not meant to be, like bright red, 
royal blue, and emerald green. Imagine how the sun shines on the lake, the fish shining 
like jewels.
such beauty makes me crow, it's hypnotic, entrancing.

Captivating are my dreams. The sights, the sounds, the places, the scenery. Such 
places make my heart feel at home. But for now, I'll have to keep dreaming.


Daniexelle M. Lingofelter
Daydreams and dreams and dreams
07/05/11


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My Peace

Breeze gentle senses elate,
Chill goes to the core. heat!
Trees big, branches, leaves, flowers
dance by bend, rise also wither
by dancing to the tune of breeze,
my mind do flew with leaves. ease!
Plants small bend, leaves dry flew,
Ripples in the nearby stream grew.
Tranquility, sweet aroma serves
to arouse and pull my nerves.
Joy, I fall, roll. This moment drizzle?
Yeah it drops starts drizzling!
This could be heaven, yeah heaven!


Written on 11-11-2013 for the contest “Succinctly oFree” by Andrea Dietrich. 


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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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Dead On My Own, Alive In Him

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


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Your Love Is The Strongest

Send me to the darkest places;
That's where I feel You strongest.
A kiss and hug down the deepest alleys;
Never letting go, Your love is the strongest.


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The war is over, you lose blues

I watched the T.V. late last night,
and watched corporate Nazi's try to explain
their plight.
Cheshire, dollar grinning C.E.O.'s
justified moving from the cities
that paid their bills.
Tax breaks, easements, incentives
and local blood were not enough
to keep them in the neighborhood.

I watched the T.V. late last night,
heard the catch in the throat of some 
kindly corporate chief that regretted
letting go of some of his old friends in the ranks.
But this is war and you know
scorched earth and torture help
the "fittest" show a profit.

"Heil" to the fourth!
Announce it loud and clear.
From Nam to Faluja we see
the ghost of Smedley Butler.
They don't need no stinkin' Hitler
and downsized his butt
more than sixty years ago.

I watched the T.V. late last night,
fell asleep and dreamed a bit
of pathetic scheming company types
at some cosmic Nuremburg.
One by one they answer charges with
the same refrain. "It wasn't me. It wasn't me.
I answered to the stockholders.
It's them you need to blame."


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A MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE

A new life and new generation has begun,
a fresh start in a new world.
But there are certain things-
time is one,which tests and plays with you
and always changing and never still.
Though its a new phase of time
there are things which remain intact.
let this be a paradise,
where peace and honesty prevails.
A place  where women are secure,
and babies get their share of love,
 and treat nature as our own mother
with utmost care and respect.
Never bargain inner peace and love
for money and luxuries.
cherish the golden hearts of the people
and do not be harsh by the tongue.
Make it a place more beautiful than heaven
where even gods long/desire to descend .


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Peace in the War

In a clear day
A darken cloud
WonderedIn a clear day
A darken cloud
Wondered
Not a rain
At the night
A storm clasped 
Unwashed dawn
Shaded
In and out
Far beyond
A slow sun light
Remote sky
Gives a birth
A rainbow

Udaya R. Tennakoon


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Deaf eyes, blind ears.

Oh ill fated lamb,
How we cling to your image,
We all love innocence irresponsibly,
Hold the ignorant upon the celebrity pedestal,
Till too late we find the lamb horned.

The blackness has seeped into homes,
Taught that the light is what blinds,
Feeling sorry for the dead, while life is taken away,
Energy vampirism is rampant, tugging on every chord.

Most will not know the truth while here,
The truth, the blindingly obvious they fear,
Always falling on deaf ears, no one will hear,
I’ve come face to face with a cliff...its sheer.


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The Sound of Silence

As you breathe in and out, you hear nothing,
yet when you listen, you hear everything
The thoughts in your mind, the pain in your body,
they're set free, only to be caught and trapped soon enough

You savor the feeling, wondering what it is, what's happening,
when nothing is happening, only silence

You listen, searching for something.. but what?
You hear nothing but a tiny little roar in your ear..
a roar that if you listen to, could speak a million voices

But it doesn't, it speaks only one language,
a language we all know, just don't care to speak

It could clear an ocean, or mop a floor,
but with it, you feel safe
It's an outlet for you burdens, letting them roam free,
out of your mind, and into the world

You're in a place where nothing can hurt you,
and then before you know it, it's gone

The pain returns and deep down inside,
you can still feel the silence
You can still hear the roar,
and you hate yourself for losing it.

But you know it will come again soon,
you feel like you need it, like it's your own medicine.
And you know how to find it.

Silence is everywhere,
in the loudest of places, all you've got to do is look.
It's like a shadow, you can't erase it,
and all you need to find it, is a little sun.

You don't even have to search,
all you have to do is listen, and you can hear,
The Sound of Silence


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A peaceful mind

A peaceful mind in the mid of a noisy crowd. It repels the loud.It finds silence within a noisy crowd.

A peaceful mind never disturbed by trivial situations.Vacations is never needed with a peaceful mind. 

Paradise found within peace.Peace is calming the inner beast,tho the beast may not be deceased.Calming it brings forth peace.

OH how free is a peaceful mind.A mind that has wings,unrestrained,never contained and has obtained an undisturbed perception.

 An undisturbed collection of calm waters.Such a mind converts a storm to a pillow of feathers.

Such a mind is power.

Such a mind is pure.

Such a mind is cure.

A cure for war or a crying mother on the floor.Who saw a piece of her die,her son.So she screams rest in peace north west south and east.OH how desired is a peaceful mind DEAD OR ALIVE.


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Scars of an Inner Child

You are not the man, you want to be
You said you were my Father, till, I discovered different
Enduring, daily beatings
Bashing the living day lights, out of a woman and a child
Repetitive, bad ass attitude, nasty streak
Mean and aggressive!
Fists, knives and guns, your weapons of chose
Out of control, abusive, devious
Relentless, over – bearing!
Breaking me, piece by piece
Confusing a child, with unhealthy love
Hand fed your bullshit, brain washed
Using me as your human, punching bag
This innocent child’s blood, staining your callas hands
My child’s curiosity, asking you one day
“Why do you hurt me and Mum?”
Your retort: “I am not your blood!”
I didn't understand, back then
Now, as an adult, I clearly understand!
Believe me, when I say
There was never a day that went past
That you didn't remind me of that!
My freedom, restrained
My sanity, tested
Caged, like a wild bird in captivity
Behind bars, looking out
 Here, I am today, free from your grip
Nursing, this inner child’s, bleeding love


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Tropical Splendour


Tropical sunshine 
streaming down
from a clear blue and white sky
with fleecy white clouds
edged with wisps of mist
like giant grains of popcorn
drifting slowly by
way up in the sky

The sunshine 
bathing the sugar cane fields below
with golden sunbeams
saturating the texture
of its long grass-like leaves
with its radiance
enlivening them and
transforming the fields into
an emerald sea 
of brilliant green

Tropical breeze 
swaying the sugar cane leaves
gently caressing them
making them dance in unison
like the waves of the ocean

The dancing leaves 
vibrating in harmony
with each other
create a murmuring sound 
that builds in intensity
and reaches a crescendo
like the roar
of the waves of the ocean
setting the leaves 
in a wild dance of ecstasy
and then gently subsiding
to the soothing sound
of a gentle breeze
inducing a state 
of peacefulness
and tranquillity

At such moments
alone with nature
one can feel a strange unity
with everything around
Unity that is so strong 
and overpowering
that one loses consciousness
of one's individual self
one has no consciousness
of time and space
but only of that moment
- the infinite eternal NOW

One's consciousness seems to merge
with a deeper consciousness
of the unity of all things
in nature and the cosmos
One experiences an awareness
of a deeper reality 
that is impossible
to describe in words

One makes contact 
with one's cosmic roots
in a dimension where
time and space
are irrelevant
It is the synchronisation
of one's consciousness
with the absolute
and ultimate reality
of the cosmos




As a young boy, around nine or ten, I used to love to be in the sugar-cane fields in my native tropical island, Trinidad. I got a natural high, being dazzled by the brilliant sunshine and  listening to the sighing of the sugar cane leaves as they swayed in the breeze like the waves of the ocean. I felt that Nature was speaking to me, transporting me to another world where I connected with my cosmic roots, becoming part of the unity of all things.




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Breathe in soothing beauty

Breathe in soothing beauty

do you see
as i sight
do you hear 
as i hark
everything
was beautify
through the window
of the heart
through the vent
of the soul

O...
Stand 
Stand closer to the window

agony
sadness
disseminate Its smokes
stand closer
and behold
it will soon wave us
with its jewel memories
through the window
of the heart

feel the embrace of
precious moments
leave your honey kisses
sweetest spells
stand closer
and listen
it will soon cantillate
and
bequeath
all the beautiful feeling
that bloom
through the window
of the soul

O...
Stand
Stand closer to the window

And
Breathe in soothing beauty

~(c) Sukmawati Komala~
Jan 2014


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Untouchable

Bombs fall and 
schrapnel
sprays my 
burdened back
and lifting my head
I catch glimpse
of safety 
I could crawl 
into your eyes
to rest my head
I run to
your silk voice
my bunker
of reprieve
soft safety
in your touch
as the world 
is at war and 
I hide quiet
strong chest above
me guarding my 
my honor
while maliced
bullets shed
angry blood 
we stay 
hidden as the 
enemy scrambles
chasing it's tail
knawing on 
it's misery 
our souls safe
untouchable


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The Comfort of an Angel

Alone in my room I lay grieving on my bed.
I suddenly feel a hand touch my head.
God sent me an angel to comfort my soul.
I'm not alone now, her hand I will hold.
A comforting angel whom I did not fear,
stood there beside me and dried my tears.
I hear an angel's voice,
to my heart she did sing.
I even felt the fluttering of her great wings.
God sent me an angel to comfort my soul.
I felt her hand brush upon me,
the long locks of gold.
The light around her was so very bright.
The dress she was wearing was the brightest of white.
She washed upon me the feeling of peace.
No longer did I have the weight of grief.
A glorious, heavenly, spiritual being.
I know now it was not a dream.
God sent me an angel to comfort my soul.
I will never be alone in the cold.



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It's Simple

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


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Only For You--

O' the poetic quilt within my mind
of words I choose in life divine
could I ever bring a tear to you
the dreamer with eyes that only stare
could it be a simple beauty in each
as rivers run with endless grace
or simply put, as winds blow careless 
through fields of love to touch your face
I'll find that moment that precious space
of colors' that flow in soulful place
to hold your heart to mend your soul
to expose a new love where two shall grow...



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Truth

In quiet moments
my soul rises from 
this earthly plane
to celestial heights; 
the mind is at peace
and the soul communicates
with some mysterious cosmic power
that is so pure
so beautiful
and so overwhelming

In such moments
I feel so helpless
so insignificant
My soul is lost 
within this mysterious realm
whose magnitude fills the universe
for I am now a part
of this mysterious consciousness
Is this Truth
- Absolute Truth?

In such moments
I probe my logical mind
- my scientific mind;
I explore my upbringing
and psychological background
to test the validity
of this consciousness
but they are all silent
It is as if this is a domain
so convincing in itself
that logic stands helpless

Feelings reign supreme then
- such intense feelings:
peace-generating 
and beauty-creating
that self is overwhelmed 
by their magnitude
Ego is defeated
and the soul is set free
- completely free
from everything that binds it
on this earthly plane
for I become a part
and yet the whole
of this mystery
- a paradox in itself
Is this Truth
- Absolute Truth?


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Holiday

Two of four seasons to me are all the rage 
Winter and fall turn the season’s page 
From multiple colors 
To pristine white snow 
The end of the year 
Brings holidays flow 
For family’s gathered to share bountiful feast 
To the inviting glow 
Of a warm Christmas wreath
This is a time that I love the most 
With family, love and kinship 
I share this toast… 

Happy Holiday!


Eric (and sometimes not)


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Rainbow Child

God answered my prayer.
I asked Him for a child,
a child with all the races,
all the hues and colors,
all the shades and tints,
so that when she enters this hateful world
which only sees in Black and White,
she would not be discriminated against...
she could not be discriminated against.
For she would be Black and White.
For she would be neither Black nor White.
She would be a class of her own.

You are my Rainbow Child.
You were brought to this world by a Colored mother and a Blank father.
Your father died long before you were born...
he was hanged.
Your mother... me....
I pressed on
Until
one day
It all became too much. 
So I clenched you tight to my breast
And I sang you a song.

"You are my sunshine"
And indeed you were.
"My ONLY sunshine"
My ONLY reason to live.
"You make me happy when skies are grey.
You'll never know, Dear, how much I love you.
So please don't take my sunshine away."

I pulled you from my breast
and looked at your beautiful face.
My Rainbow Child...
My Rainbow Child.
In my arms so peaceful and calm.
The very thing I longed for you to have...
Peace.
Peace in a disruptive world.
Peace in a confused reality.
Peace of mind.
And you lay in my arms,
Eyes closed,
No crying,
No noise,
No moving,
No breathing.
Peace.


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Heaven-bound, Hell-bent

Heaven bound, hell-bent Cradled between truth and false Solitude well-spent in crowds Among soul-filled emptiness he stays Wisdom remains when one does grasp We know not one thing at all As he drank the poison He died with this attained Leave to Sparta where you may speak freely To question without an answer Spread your words like wildfire Consummate them like an unavoidable cancer But he chose to die in Athens Heaven-bound, hell-bent Governments await their deaths with no apology Drinking the poisons of their hatred Taking their curse as sustenance We know not wisdom Till humanity filters us through And blinds our fear of death And blinds our fear of you September 4, 2013


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Words No One Hears

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

~JSLambert


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My dog is grateful

Hunched over all the unpaid bills spread on my kitchen table, I glanced at my dog sleeping below and thought: he must be grateful! Grateful for having somewhere to live, a safe, warm place that he can call home. Grateful for birds and creatures to chase, some flying high, some swooping below. Grateful for all the food that he gets, sometimes too little though often too much. For having dear ones to spend time with, a hand to touch, tickle or scratch. And as I thought how good his life was, an obvious thought came to my mind: I'm pretty sure grateful he is, the real question is: how grateful am I?


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In Search of a Proper Attitude

The summer sky, awash with ghostly clouds
Seems open to imaginings tonight
The likes of which those of the common clay
Deem it folly to conceive.

Clothed in possibilities
This world we move through mutes my mind
With dull amazement when presented with its simple glory.

Of this, No-Mind names the attitude
That grants the gift to see with eyes
From which the scales have briefly fallen.

No frame of reference is adoptable
No meaning save what can be felt
At rest behind the wispy veils.

A Truth exists which can be understood,
But never grasped and held.

Real simplicity seems to lie beyond the ways 
Of ever-clever Man.
Nature and Her Universe have it of themselves,
While we can only feel its breath in passing,
Its reflection filling the world, unseen.

I can feel the edges of the Something
That brings me peace at times
When I run out of cluttered thoughts,
But in the end it eludes me still,
Denying me a fullness which might sate ever after.

To catch it and to hold it is as vain as chasing sunlight
Scattering over still, deep pools.
With what sort of attitude can one approach 
These things so pure they surpass
Our hearts' ability to encompass them,
Our minds' ability to force the secret into view?

Like squeezing dust into diamonds.

And still the universe and all within it
Shines on just as clearly all the while,
And one fundamental Fact remains:

Nothing changes, except that everything changes.  


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Thigh High adult nature

Thigh High
Is it ok?
To wrap myself
Around your self
To oblige our need
Of being

Is it's ok?
To ride on waves of passionate bliss
To wrap my thighs around your masculine hips
To share the skin and breaths
That we decide are ours to share

Is it all good?
That our primal beats crash the walled harmony for which we race
Pounding as the dead cert
A shared smile devide across our space
Whilst all stands proud and pert
As
We make
Love
For all we are worth
Until our wall.... comes crashing down
So we may
Finally lay
Dishevelled within
Silk
Soft
Sheets


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Oh Woe, Oh Woe, The Sky She Knows

Oh woe, oh woe, the sky she knows,
the folly of our ways. 

That grounded hearts can never soar, 
The birds they see the sky no more. 
The human mind has none in store,
The clouds and grass, they merged.

Oh woe, oh woe, oh tragedy, 
the grass she knows our follies. 

The smallest ant, the lowest worm,
the very dirt still yearns
to see the sky;
none exists for the human mind.

Oh tell me why.

Oh woe, Oh woe, oh heart of snow, 

Where every heart's so cold, so cold
and every tear is frozen so,
oh tell me why, oh woe. 

Oh woe, oh woe, the starry night, 
whose celestial hope is still as bright, 
will call to us to hear it's sign
and join our hands and say goodbye. 

Why is there not a grain of love, 
to share our hopes with clouds above? 
To sing our gracious melody and part our hateful rhapsodies?

Oh woe, oh woe, the earth she sows 
her tears into the clouds.  

That every skinned and furry paw,
could forget their flaws and be alive,
eternal children of the flowing sky
and tenants of the lands of love;
...we never saw.


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Sleeping child

When she is sleeping in my arms, all disappears, nothing else matters. In heartbeats and breaths measured is time, so brittle, defenceless I am lost without her.


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Only One Man

One life at a time...
One struggle too long...
One decision gone wrong,
and whole countries takes the toll..
War people cry! and the riots go out..
To the thought that one man made,
and the rest follow suit in arms..
It's not political to shed blood over feuds of power..
It's not humane to cause pain to those already suffering the empty hearts of their leaders...
War has no reason, no point, no end...
Guns are a tool for violence, and peace cannot ever come from them...
To fight for freedom is human nature, and a country in the line of fire will fight for
theirs... 
The politician who calls war, is the war himself... 
They are the beginning of war.. The power seekers... The status mongerers... 
Politicians are the reason countries go to war... 
There is nothing else...
But one man against a country...
He is the reason.
... and he is only one man.


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Abominable

an abominable monster
an adorable man
and a good little whore
with a bible in hand
came strolling along
in tune to song
until Winter said
…. a birthday went wrong

" yo merry! "
and the tramp don’t know
your dirty skirt drips
from the last cup of jo
the breath mint hints
of a back stage blow
" indiscretions "
reek of perfection
…. don’t you no?

" fi-dollar "
and I can make you hollar
but it’s really the whore
who owns this show…

In the Book of money
it’s the me who says “know”
.
.
.


awes for the color of money
yet set upon a high cloud
aligning where there be no crowd
the whispers of a silver shroud
put gravity
where the light is loud
so the waves came calling
and it’s me who came falling
upon a where… eyes nose their hear…


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Failure in trial ( BP and others)

They claimed  found the solution
Failed  each trial  declared  future safe

Crime to kill ocean species in spills
There should be a law to mend  lives

I bill if no such law  to be all one piece


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From her Cocoon

She sits over her writings, a chrysalis, a solitary form.
All of her adventures are tucked in her mind this morn.
Her poetry is meant to half make you laugh or weep.
Her stories are soulful with multiple twists to reap.
Her husband peeks at her ideas before going to work…
She can’t wait to discuss the results back and forth.
She’ll revise a little, but not the main inspirational theme.
This poem is the result of a days’ insightful dream. 

She’s a butterfly who may never come out from her cocoon.
But she’s safe, warm, and happy… with your reading a boon.
There are always those admirers awaiting her final results.
Like a butterfly’s wings the words tarry, till they finally bust forth.
She helps others understand… they’re not alone…any more…
With a moment of her presence and beautiful, unfurling heart.
Then she’ll hide away back in her cocoon till when…
She’ll awaken, forever beginning the cycle… anew, again.

 


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Its a Refrain


 
It's a refrain from the pain
Endless list of impossibilities
Concealing, aligning with atrocities
Glamorizing, appetizing ponderous existence
Of delusional falsehood, negatives overriding
Employing good yet morbid songs
 
its a refrain
And I wonder again
Relaxing, exercising, the cranium, the brain
Circumstances advancing, the matrix expands
Of possibilities and probabilities
and ideological songs
Tunes of complex rhythms
The voice the ear
So far, yet ever so near
 
It is the refrain, gravitating again
A moment in time to alleviate the stress
Cool breeze blowing, with its gentle rustle
Some folks walking, others skylarking
And I recline in stupendous gaze
relaxing the cranium, enjoying the laze.
 



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I'm Back

Hey, did you hear the sounds of a sorrowed heart
slowly thumping away in the evening sunsets?
There he is, baby, the man they call;
"The Blue Poet"
there he is in the flesh
with a book of poems in his hand,
look at the whores and the smiles turn to him
and say to him, "Where have you been?"
They look at him and he looks at us.
He sits at his desk,
he lits a cigarette and smokes.
He opens the big book of poetry that he had in his hand
and started to read.
There was a smile on his face,
reading to all of us;
as we sat around his greatness and glory
and we listened to his great poetry.
He looked at us through the dark
and with eyes a blazed and a smile so bright
he opened his mouth and out came the words of
a sorrowed heart and a master at his finest hour,
and he said in a calm voice;
"I'm Back, baby!"
And we all cheered,
and he smiled and drank his glass of red wine
and smoked his cigarette
He leaned back in his chair and watched us all
stand and cheer.
If you looked closely,
you could see a single tear form in his eye
and roll down his rough cheek.
The Blue Poet was back,
and this time he stayed.

-10/23/2013-

A dedication to myself. I am sorry to all my fellow fans and followers and poets and poetesses, I had left you all without a trace of ever returning, but now I am back and here to stay!


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Winter's Silent Beauty

Alone I sit
staring at the cold grey sky
All around
winter's handiwork
so silent
so beautiful 
fills the land

Drifting lazily upwards
pillars of smoke
rise ghost-like 
from the chimneys
On the ground below
the freshly fallen snow 
so quiet, so fragile
instils deep peace 
within my soul

Standing alone in the distance
a church steeple 
points majestically towards the sky
in silent testimony
of its God

Nothing stirs -
the sparrows have gone to bed
this cold winter's evening
dreaming pleasant dreams 
of tomorrow's spring
when new life will take form
in Nature's world
or perhaps they dream 
of yesterday's summer
when they flitted happily
from tree to tree
dancing in the sunshine
so happy to be alive 
and free

Yet, dream on 
my little friends
for even while you dream
cold winter must reign 
a little while longer
still blessing the earth 
with her deep silent beauty
--- as now the snow begins to fall
once more


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A Pagans Kiss, adult nature

I danced amongst the damp verde fern
As rare as the day this ***** was borne
My flesh did contrast 
My eyes stood wide
As i smiled upon Devons devine delicate form

I tinkered along the enticing stream 
Which guided my humble
Naked frame
She glistened and smiled 
Tinkered and whiled
Within full moon I lay unashamed

I tiptoed beneath her curtains of green
As I followed the sheep to shore
A cavern a cliff a viscous veracious
Biting sea
Oh beauteous
Bounty
I could ne-er ignore

I knelt by her hoof as the sea bit my calves
As my tongue encircled her juice
The finest and sweetest of spring water
Mother Nature would dare to produce

It trickled it teased it willingly pleased
The palette upon my knife
Oh sacred Lady
Mother Nature
Sweet 
So unassuming
Im yours till the end of my life


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Crackers ‘n' Cheese

I was a-munchin’ ‘n’ a-crunchin’ on some crackers ‘n’ cheese
When a-someone or a-somethin’ came ‘n’ tickled my knees –

With her tail up in the air in a question mark tease,
‘Twas my little grey kitten mewin’ wide-green eyed pleas –

Beggin’ of her human, “Oh kind human, please
Won’t you let me share in yer crackers ‘n’ cheese?”

I looked into her tiny face ‘n’ made the choice with ease –
Doncha know that to my heart this kitten holds the keys?

I felt her purrs flow past me, a gentle, liltin’ breeze,
 ‘N’ now my kitten’s doin’ the munchin’ on my crackers ‘n’ cheese!


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Titless Girl

This reality is a titless girl:
Nothing to offer superficially;
But if I peeped under her breast,
I'd receive what'd put my soul to 
rest.
Sadly, I haven't the greatest of 
senses
To blow my fallible beliefs out of my 
ear;
What's offered underneath will stay 
in the rear.





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Wildness

I felt my thoughts run wild
 Was I really a demon child
 Thoughts tightened my head grew light
 I hoped my expression was on my face right
 
I absorbed your statement surety taking flight
 Your questions growing old
 Your coming across as way to bold
 So this is the child you stole
 
Standing here now I felt guilty as sin
 My emotions had just let little old Peace walk right in
 I was sure that without me the child's future was dim
 So I filled her right up to the rim
 
Without me here she surely would be condemned
 Who would look for me now I live in the brim
 
As I fought the fear
 Of having you here
 It hurt to the bone
 Making her a home
 
So I opened the door
 But her back to where she was before
 Because I love her even more
 I stay here to even the score


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The Lullaby of The PLains

The cow lows to her baby as night falls
A cricket gaily chirps there is nothing wrong

A little frog croaks as I walk by the stream
A whip-poor-will calls from a near by grove of trees

A screech of the eagle as he balances on the wind
The yip yip of the kit foxes as they play by their den

The cooing of the dove as it calls to it’s mate
The beller of the bull as he declares his space

The grunting of a mare as she gives her colt a bath
The thumping of a rabbit as he crosses my path

The rattle of a snake warning he is close by
The hoot hoot-hoot of a skunk says he’s nigh

The call of the red winged black bird as he settles on the reeds
While the  blue jay called me a thief, as from my garden he gets his seeds

Mr. Owl brought a smile as he said hello
For you see we have spoken before

The chatter of the squirrel as he scampers through the trees
As the wind gently rattles it’s leaves.

The bark bark of the prairie dog as he bobs up and down
The splash of the raindrops is a soothing sound

The rustle of the brush as the quail pass
The kill deer tries to tempt me away from his nest.

The call of the coyote begging  for the moon
And from a near by lake the call of a loon

With a tear in my eye I thank the Lord once again
That He has given me one more night to enjoy the Lullaby of the Plains.



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Bullets rain tears

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


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A Peek Behind the Fence


Ignorance is a crime caused by putting up fences if we'd let go of the voices inside our heads and eliminate fears discussions would arise peel the blind folds from our eyes share real stories told without disguise encouraging progress could be made with concerns of what we've learned rather than what we are paid a fulfilling life is people based sharing giving looking out for others one human at a time despite our differences the truly rich way of living


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8:15 To Freedom

Do you hear the train a'whistlin'?
I wonder where she's a'goin'.
Can she be boundin' toward freedom?
Well, there's freedom in Jesus!
And that's all we need!


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Red paper poppy - for Veterans/ Remembrance Day 11th November

Red paper poppy
Emblem of the fallen
Symbol of the fields wherein they lay

Made by those returning
From their living hell
With broken bodies and shattered minds

Colour of their comrades’ blood
Worn by the ever grateful
Determined that “ Lest we forget”
The memory of their sacrifice should ever fade

The poppy, living where so many died ~
Freeing those they loved from tyranny
A principle wherein loving sacrifice
Buys another’s liberty and peace

“A war to end all wars”, yet not the case
As man’s inhumanity to man continues
And nations send their sons and daughters
’Cross seas and continents to fight again

While diplomats fail to bring the longed-for peace
Mothers weep, families shatter and
Small towns lose a generation

Those who died must surely wonder why 
We’ve made so little progress
Why the peace for which they died is yet to come

Peace among men starts with peace within one human heart


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Ocean Dreams

                                                   When the walls seem tall
                                                      and the road your on
                                                              feels like an
                                                                  endless
                                                                     hall.
 
                                                           Your place is here
                                                             where the vision
                                                                 of tranquility
                                                                     is your 
                                                                      home.

                                                           No other place can
                                                             hold your peace
                                                               where dreams
                                                                 trickle slowly
                                                               with cascading
                                                                      ease.


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Hateful Words

                                                  HATEFUL WORDS

Do you have any idea how much hateful words hurt those you’re spewing them out to?

If you are a bully who uses them, you need to know they hurt deeply and could scar a kid for life.  Is that what you really want to do?

It may seem like innocent fun when you’re bullying other kids.  It’s not!  If you keep doing it, your life’s going to be nothing but a gigantic flop.

If you are a bully, because of the negative impact you can have on another kid, you must immediately stop!

I once thought bullying was cool, too, so I would say hateful words to other kids just to see how they would react.

I would say hateful words to their face.  I would say them behind their back.

Then, out of nowhere, I heard the same kind of hateful words, meant for me.

I didn’t like it a bit; in fact I was hurt and angry as can be.

So, I immediately stopped using hateful words.  I’m so glad I did.

No one deserves to hear hateful words, especially coming from another kid.

	   Al Johnson


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gratitude:

Seems it was only yesterday
I was down and out in the most horrible of ways

I stand here wondering how
I made it to the place I am now

Rich beyond any man's wildest dream
no more than a dollar to my name, I find richness in the simplest of streams

Fishing along a Colorado hide away,
God has blessed me

All have a miracle right before their eyes
From East to West and right in front of your nose.

From were I once came, to where I am today...
Can only be called a miracle of undeserving Grace.

Gratitude is a four letter word...
Love.
a five letter word
Grace, Mercy

That promises to hunt me down all my days

A life I could have never imagined, 
put at my feet, by worshiping at his.

Seems it was only yesterday
I was down and out in the most horrible of ways


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You Are Perfect

Are you looking for symbolism?
Well you won't find it here.
Are you looking for imagery?
It's not here.
Are you looking for figurative language?
It's not here either.
I'm not going to jazz anything up -
I'm just going to tell it like it is.
You are perfect.
You are amazing.
You are wonderful. 
You are yourself!
Don't be anything different; just be who you are.
Know that you are loved.
Know that you are perfect because you truly are!
Take these words to heart because they are the truth.
Love who you are.
You are amazing: A Gift from God!
Love yourself!
Stand strong and never give up hope.
The road may be tough at times, but it will all be worth it in the end.
Always love one another.
Enjoy life and do what you want!
This is your only chance; don't let it go to waste!
Stand strong and love yourself.
You have the ability to change the world.
Smile! You are perfect!
Smile, because you are perfect.


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Tell Me Please

If you are a man
and tomorrow you wake as woman...
would your outlook on life change?
could you live the same as you do...
think as you have, dream or work as you did yesterday?
are the words that you say all of sudden changed?
Why...

If you are adult
and tomorrow you become young...
can you honestly say you would take the wisdom?
or is it an opportunity to enhance your life...
helping others, learning more, laying on the grass and looking  at the sky?
can the steps you'd love to re-track take a different fork in the road?
Why...

If you are a color
and tomorrow its a new one...
will the harsh realities cease you now have to go through?
should society be as flexible as you...
understanding, feeling the inabilities placed on you?
will fair become a heavier word you want to share?
Why...

 If you committed a crime
and tomorrow it was overturned....
would you see the error and show those lost in your tracks?
teaching those who come in your path....
telling, showing everyone the ending they are going to?
can you accept the rejection coming toward you?
Why...

 If you love someone
and tomorrow that person changed...
would your love still remain?
deep in the soul is exactly the same...
would you leave because of their hair, sex, or last name?
won't your love stand the test of time?
Why...

 If you were hurt
and tomorrow peace came to your life....
will you be thankful for every moment after?
grateful for the pain since it brought back to feeling whole...
would you realize it cleansed your soul?
How loud would you yell to let others know?
Why...

 If you were rich
and tomorrow you lost everything you own....
could you find a way to make sure it doesn't happen again?
realizing the person within...
could you reach out and understand?
should this happen to any human?
Why...

 If you lived outside
and tomorrow you'd loved to come home...
could you turn away anyone in this poem?
since we all could fall in every category...
isn't home in every one of our hearts?
does it really matter where you stand?
Why...

 If you have a belief
and tomorrow, poof the world changed...
how would you feel of facts that moved you?
everything started from that once was rule...
could you change or continue to be hardened and cruel?
would you forget what love really means?
Why....

 tell me please...

 

-Namaste

 

Symphony


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The Stream

The words ripple through my head as I sleep,
''Take him to the stream''.
And I will,
I promise.

The sun will filter through the clouds and settle on our skin,
Tickle the backs of our necks and the corners of our mouths,
As we talk, or laugh,
Or as we smile in silence,
Just absorbing everything we have.

Maybe we'll invite the rain,
And maybe it will hang in crystals from the branches and leaves,
Its rainbow radiance settling inches from our faces.

But crystals are glass.
Diamonds will be interspersed between the ripples in the water,
And they shine will like suns,
I can see it now.
I want to reach out and grasp one.
Hand it to you to keep forever.

I'll whisper words like cotton into your pretty little ears,
And you'll love me,
Until I open my eyes

And remember who we were,
And what we are,
And why I dream for you.


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Feel The Love

Diving deep, into the void, within
Washing, cleansing, myself clean
Trusting without expectation
Letting go of, what I am familiar with
Allowing the divine, infinite spirit to guide me
Teaching me how to live
Growing inside my heart and mind
Larger than my mind’s ego
As I consciously shed light, upon my self created burdens
Lighting up, my made up fears, my mind has believed, all these years
All the mistakes I have made, now become my greatest blessings
Showing me how to love, without attachment
Discovering, who I truly am


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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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Xanax Sunshine

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

JS Lambert


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A melting morning

It snowed heavily in Ireland for the past month and just last week the thaw set in 
and I wrote this poem.......




After the thaw
birds swim the sky
exuberant
warmed by a light drizzle 
falling on pear coloured fields
they drink in a saturated land




Gliding from cedar to spruce
great canopies of army green,
the gulls alight from a satin sky
to branches covered in lichen
where pistachio ivy clings




Sweeping over a shrouded sea
liquorice birds blot the view.
as blackbirds gather
on the arching limbs
of a ivory silver birch
rejoicing
in a melting morning


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The Lord's Peace

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


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Healing mountain

Sitting on a tranquil mountain top
as I do from time to time
looking down at the view before me
listening to the calming silence
to heal my battered soul
and clear my troubled mind.

I look down to the bottom
to remind me
of how far I have come
and where I used to be
The mountain only exists
in my imagination
but I go there when I need
when live's battles get too much
It heals and restores me
once more like before
free from
stress and anxiety.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


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ALL IS WELL

It's four am and all is well as we begin our walk.
The dogs cavorting merrily as we commune and talk.
I tell Him of the beauty that surrounds me every day.
The joy that comes from knowing Him plain words cannot convey.

He has given me so much that oft I take for granted.
Good health, good food and freedom that through life goes unsupplanted.
I eat what I want to eat, as much as I can hold.
If I feel some needs be said, I say it and I'm bold.

I do not fear reprisal in any form or shape;
And if by chance it happened, why I would stand agape.
My clothes are not the very best as is most of my stuff.
I need not hang my head in shame, I have more than enough.

I go where I want to go, do what I want to do,
And if I do not get my way, then I start feeling blue.
We're spoiled rotten in this land, God has blessed us greatly.
The least of our amenities, to others seem quite stately.
                                                                                
So thank You God for what You`ve done.
Words just cannot say,
How grand to have You in my life.
Come in My Lord, please stay.

                                       


For Gut Me O Contest by Nikko Palmario  -  Aug. 25,2011


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Color Blindness

Oh, you are so wise
judging with your eyes
what you see
merely a figure
something to despise.

Oh, you are so sympathetic
kind to those who seem pathetic
If you could look beyond skin 
you'd see a soul free of sin.

Oh, you are so kind
living with closed eyes
judging all mankind
If only we were color blind.


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Love On Scattered Sheets

The sheet is wailing for some troubled letters, and the words are struggling to be 
heard, and I comfort myself with a pen that reflects the shape of my heart, I leave 
these notes under my pillow waiting to be found, hoping they might fell in your hands 
accidently, and words will tell, exposing the look in my eyes, uttering the breaths that’s 
been held inside, and as you seek beyond the lines, look further and you will feel my 
ache, whisper my words with your lips, so I would listen to my heart in the tune of your 
voice.
Those sheets are weeping beneath my pillow, yearning for a touch of your hands, 
praying to be suppressed in your fist, keeping me up all night listening to their grieving, 
until a new born dawn floats among the smothered air, composing an epitaph in the 
consolation of the forlorn words.
And oh my darling, how I pity for the weary pen that sews the letters in the sake of 
you, and how I envy it, oh how I wish I was a pen emptying all my heart on some white 
sheets until my time is through and then I could sleep in peace.


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http://echoes19.wordpress.com/


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Pateince

Carnelian robes permeate dreamtime landscapes
of parchment and prayer flag.
Smiling faces walk swiftly
through corridors of ancient walls
carved from living mountains,
spinning cylindrical wheels in their wake.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.

Eagle feathers jounce
as soft moccasins dance heartbeat
on the prairie hair of Mother Earth.
Sacred sisters hold position in jingle dress rhythms
offering prayer pipes to their men,
who burn sweet grass as they fancy dance past.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.

Hula dancers waft sea breeze
in the heat waves of Pele’s fire.
Warrior lines pace boundary between the worlds,
as molten lands part the waters
and oasis the humble in a paradise
where lei lines encircle life.

Patience of a thousand thousand years,
we wait for peace.

Condor circles as mountains spirits speak
telling stories of forever and ever.
Ancient peoples gather in raindrop mists
to nourish the living land
and feed the collective soul
the medicine of dreams.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.

“Imagine all the people” sound waves and ipods
park bench hosts to afternoon drummers,
as momentum gathers
inner city gardeners and beekeepers
buzzing to the cyber shifts
of “sharing all the world”.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years
we wait for peace.


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Trustful relationships

If a relationship is based on trust then why trust people
what is the point in a relationship if it isn't centered on trust
I guess there is no point 
I guess the relationship isn't worth being in 
Love is filled with trust so trust should be filled in the relationship
Trust is happiness in a little heart-shaped box
a box that should always be open
and cherished for the fact that it is able to be used 
this is trust on many levels of love


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Diamond In The Rough

The Diamond in the rough has been lost in the masses of panicked flesh
He looks through the eyes of the unnoticed,
He thinks with the questioning of his being,
He only looks to escape the day

The Diamond in the rough only leaves in the night
bereft of joy he entraps his plight
He makes music alone waiting for pain to escape
he looks in the mirror and cries at his face

the Diamond in the rough he's escaped far away
He's tired of the masses he sticks to like clay
He walks the silk plains and travels alone,he's severed all contact with his past and his home

His potential may be realized and maybe it won't
He writes in his soul what his eyes have absorbed
They hear it and like it but they always want more

His soul's been exchanged by demons in suits
For MTV slots, platinum plaques,drugs,sex, and a bust in a room

The Diamond in the rough,no longer there lies
but he's had enough he's decided to fly

The fame and the fortune has darkened his day
It's tragic, but masses proclaim him cliche'

He knew they would view him as weak,and then scared
Nothing else mattered he was always prepared

He couldn't fear fear any longer inside
Alone in a tower a diamond he died


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You Are My Best Friend

Yes, you are my best friend,
and I'll never feel lost again.
You magnify my heart and soul.
You keep my love alive.
You magnify my life.
If only I lived for today,
I know I will be okay.
You are my amazing grace.
My spirit is healed,
and my hands can now feel.
I'm alive.
Yes, you are my best friend,
and I'll never feel lost again.
You magnify me,
and open my eyes where I could see,
gave my first breath so I can breathe.
I'm magnified.
I'm alive.


God is my best friend.


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Lapping the beach

As the wave
as I lap
as we lapse into sleep
soft laps that lap with a lapping
along the form of this beach
forming
the breath of each breath
of this lap of the lapping
along this warm sandy cove
where I lap with the lapping
where I had loved as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as we love is lapping
so lets lay here and lap
with the lap of the lapping
as our hearts beat with lapping
as we lap

Oct 17, 2010


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The Atmosphere of Shearing Metal

Everything becomes atmospheric in its nature: 
 the black rock holding open a door to a room with no entry. 
Redemption comes with a price, 
 but it is not for sale here.
Kind gestures mastering no weight,
 and music being played idly through a cracked window. 
Without your bright signs, or the screams of the unlucky who await within,
 there would be no patrons of your dead hostel. 
But we come for the screams and we come for the signs, 
and we come for the music we can almost hear. 
We are almost soothed and almost relinquish our personal peace
 for the greater apathy to reign.
 I am here with you darling,
 but you cannot even feel my touch. 
So gentle in nature, so tenacious in your attempts to learn. 
So blanketed with dream trees and angelic harps that sound only in your ears.
 This is my gallery to display the despair we call art. 
Lack of emotion and childless mothers abound.
 Come in, he says, Come in. 
And on and on they stream.
 With no tears for the dead, 
the brothers that we left by the side of the road.
 Too gentle in their tenacity.
 No ability to further progress in this procession of the damned, 
observed by careful observers from behind the glass.
 Cracked and broken and without a place to conceal their eyes.
 I am trembling in this wake,
 but I grasp your hand and we march on.
To great nothingness, 
 to empty years of needing some way to be free. 
Clanking glasses and shearing metal break my mind and bring me back to you.
 Where are you?
 And how are you going to take me away from here?
Here, where dream trees’ boughs bend and snap beneath the snow-covering.
We are burying the infants who have passed from this world to the next, 
 we are smothering their little mouths and tearing out their eyes. 
We must suppress the screams of the innocent,
 lest we believe we have a place with them. 
Follow their stoic departure and wish with our minds’ whispers
 that there was somewhere we too could go.


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Pace in hopes

In a given pace
Dismail  of rounds
Sounds of ordinary
Act as eagle as bourne
Join   the pot  in dreams
Flourish to all  to shine
Live of   short coming
High hopes all come back


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Hiring mankind for a dollar

you are f u c ki n g FIRED


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Peace to One and All

Be careful
I said carefully come nearer
Be careful
I said carefully take my sword
Be careful
I said carefully read my lip
Be careful
I said carefully draw my sword
Be careful
I said carefully pierce my body apart from my soul
Be careful
I said carefully send me there now...

Why do you withhold?

Be careful
Have your sword, shield it
And have your seat

Politics has not completely darken my heart
I still sense the part I belong
I know I aren't born this way
I know I aren't call to this way
I know God don't support my way-


Bloodshed day and night 
All in the name of satisfying
Whims and caprices of the few

The world led with the words of the opportunist
And built by struggles and sacrifices of the full

Since you are now born again

  Be careful
  I said carefully come nearer
  Be careful
  I said carefully take my sword
  Be careful
  I said carefully read my lip
  Be careful
  I said carefully draw my sword
  Be careful
  I said carefully pierce my body apart from my soul
  Be careful
  I said carefully send me there now

  Why do you withhold?

  Be careful
  Have your sword, shield it
  And have your seat

  Politics has not completely darken my heart
  I still sense the part I belong
  I know I aren't born this way
  I know I aren't call to this way
  I know God don't support my way-


  Bloodshed day and night 
  All in the name of satisfying
  Whims and caprices of the few

  The world led with the words of the opportunist
  And built by struggles and sacrifices of the full

  Since you are now born again

Be careful
And carefully convey my message to those privilege few
Be careful
And don't change my words
Be careful
And listen carefully
Be careful
And tell them I said...

Peace be upon thou
That values this singular word in action
Who give room for this course to thrive
And carry the day

Peace be upon those 
That gives it a chance
The Word in question is PEACE

Peace and Unity is what I preach

Carefully
Convey my message to one and all.


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Spirit Flight (LOVE)

A simple peace of this fragmented reality of the spirit flight 
now, I lay me down to sleep
a spiritual realm of possibilities inches forward
my third eye of perception wide and receiving 
an unconscious consciousness of God's realm peering inward 
a small piece of life's mystery reveals a brilliant flight    
purple and light green float in a vision beyond comprehension 
I dive in and receive this unimaginable gift
a garden of light and energy suspended free
my spirit heeds the call as I drift 
submersed in a love words cannot express
I drown in light...............




The Spiritual Dream 
A Rambling Poet Contest "A Fragmented Dream"  
By Rick Parise


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Salve Epithet's Clique

Last name here, First step there, only one allay...
Vestige sagacity, flaxen ochroid genes skitter down, 
Diddle drizzled dints to acquiesce an ugly axis,
Whet of whiled grime, tips on me thus to dawn,
In hands of lonely children, bid these lips bye-bye...

Bequest oaths, for ode by love is a home plight,
Coalescing pivots crux fine fortunes through,
Docent tasks fathom nature's dew of grief,
Tons of totes vex abstruse wills to loot,
But virtuous lenity glib adept heartfelt reefs,
Gait jiffy haps with tribes so grim time tears,
God's flanges tarry finales who lope o'er losers,
But foremost, guerdon sojourn souls aiding others...

Accouter the outfitter by concords of trust,
Master a gentlemen and woman of good taste,
Upon Sunrise and Sunset, leave wise and do weep,
The bequeath of ensuing generations propound... 
Upon birth and grave, life and death, -but more life...


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My Iron Rod

it had been predicted
the crime of your century
i would figure out
and do it justice

It was written
after many years of famine
and tragedy
the justice i did the crime of the century
would lead you to enlightenment

it was said
the lasting effects of my iron rod
would last for hundreds of years
known as the golden age

it was foretold
the last prophet of the world before jesus
returns at the end of earth when this was undone,
I would do this for you
and he would be annointed

so here it is
the mastermined war code
with potential to end your way of life
sucked into its center, a personal war against war,
in which war protests itself

spiralling out from the center of indifference
and miscommunication
to keep up with the supposed manipulation
the outside layers, a holy essence
as this beasts mission is to prevent itself

walking out with knowledge
to be scathed in your perfection
to take every good advice given in the mentioned cypher
to prevent the end of your life
in which your global enemies will be pinpointed
and peace on earth mastermined

My Iron rod
can be dangerous
for now i wield it with good intent
for now i teach you to come together in unity
to become a global success

this false prophet, dressed up as your historical legacy
this god complex, joke dressed in suicide
it was mentioned i would have an enemy
and with world peace for 300 years at stake
you would not tell them of this under rug swept prophecy
for your enemy to be realised

your global enemy responsible for all wars of earth
this warcode to protect everyone from their own foolery
walk away from this personal war with what is offered
for the next man i label as the antichrist, 
may not be found as the blackmailed victom of your organisation

in the matrix of the underground,
the sleight of reality, belief and spirituality
the world deadlocked, and blackmailed for peace

I have an enemy
i t also happens that i have a rash
i am the prophet nostradamus predicted
the last one to be before the end of the world
i am here to lead you to the golden age
and then world peace
this will last for hundreds of years
but having an enemy
i am having difficulty accomplishing my heavenly task


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Spirits of the Deep

To part from my flesh,
To part from my thoughts.

To enter a cool bliss,
A peace untold.

To be one with the blue beauty,
To dance with the spirits of the deep.

To watch my pain and tears,
Disappear in the salty waves.

To part from the world around,
To once again taste sweet joy.

To reunite with who I am,
Hidden deep within my heart.

To part from hurt and anger,
To only feel a peace in the water.

Oh, for this I yearn,
I long to feel it on my skin.


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A Sweet Southern Night

Rocking on my front porch,
watching fireflies twinkling,
harmonizing to an illumination of stars......
as they dance from the heavens above.
Chasing winds cool my face....
with the sweet smell of honeysuckle,
grabbing hold of my senses. 
The resonance of laughter 
in my children’s voices, echoing.....
a tune, from an open window.
Reminding me of pure happiness and love......
and all that is good in the world.


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Difficult Trials -Part 1-

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

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

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

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

Feel free to walk the 
Road of Recovery 






 


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Gravity

You have unfailingly demonstrated your love
      every law     supporting      our galaxy
is so      harmonious      that this
little blue paradise      could not exist
      every      thread      and       movement
so precise      we can measure
its movements right down to atomic levels
 
All so         this small space
could provide          everything         anyone
who had           any appreciation
might understand that we have
      been provided abundantly          every delight
in the way         of plans          for a Utopia
 
      Yet the movements      of every ruling body
of science         religions         governments          corporations
      seem bent         on destruction
tampering      with the finesse      of precision
      incorporated      in the molecules      of life 
Continuous self reproduction      and regeneration      in nature
right down to making           "seeds who self destruct"
      to make nature          exactly as themselves
 
I divorce publicly          these unions of violence
demonstrated in their every thought and deed
      poisonous words          poisonous chemicals
totalitarian ideology          pandemic to 
the leaders           of these factions 
      warring with each other          hoarding the
wealth       of a planet       given freely to
      the father of our species
 
And if you don't believe that
          then think nature gave it freely
of her every fruit         produced by her ground
          YOU WARRING FOOLS
who delight in the peril      and fall
of your own family
      who know not          nor recognize
your own worth      or the worth
of everything          and          everyone around you
 
No , but you      fall at the feet
admiringly of all               these mongrels
          the media who worship
          these fine movers and shakers
who roll      right over you      and think
you should be trained groupies
these men          who kill your planet
          with ideologies and philosophies 
whose very design          is to denigrate
your worth          and exalt themselves
 
Therefore       I will exalt      in your instruction
          the progenitor of life       for as surly
as we examine          the work of life
      we are moved      by its abundant wealth
freely shared      with all who live on this little rock
to examine          why we all are unable
to fluently          live          within its confines
 
I think I will not walk off the cliff today
gravity is my friend if I know her rules
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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The Note

The Note
Back in the dusty toe
Of the library cove
Was where we would go
Not with any books in tow
Just the need to let love grow
With you I would lose all control

Every once and 
a while we
Would leave each 
other sensual love notes.

Years later I went back 
After my divorce just
To satisfy my curiosity 
That was about 
To make me choke.

Back in the corner of the cove
In our old Grey’s Anatomy Book
Was where I saw my latest love note,

You left your name 
Your email address
And you’re handsome 
Picture for an 
Old bloke.

My heart leaped for joy
When I saw your note.


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FIGHT FOR SUCCESS

Pretty well we journey to this life
Empty and lonely road
Path worth chosen yet filled with poverty, agony, hardship
Faith, boldness and endurance are my friend leading me
My life is my future
My future is you
Yet you are my frienemy in journeying through this life
Survival of the fittest is the slogan
We’re all competing for the best
We all must make it, truly sure
But love must abide in our heart
The slogan must be eliminated
Only shall peace reign, wealth shall be evenly distributed
Justice shall abide and crime shall be less in our society


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HEAT OF LIFE

Seething heat of anger Infuriating the mind burning every crevice of body Momentary explosion Leaves a lasting damage An ounce of patience melts anger away Smoldering heat of jealousy Raging a silent battle within Scarring the purity of sane thoughts Etching deep dark prejudices In slumberous conscience Celebrating own self brushes jealousy away Searing heat of hatred Scalding the very core Pulsating with each heartbeat Arousing in, essence of vengeance Into the soothing fabric of humanity A little love extinguishes hatred's embers Scorching heat of life's trauma Destitution, discrimination, depression Destroying the purpose of our journey here God sent us as blooming buds, to spread fragrance Make peace in war, make friendship in animosity Some humane sensitivity to calm this pleasant life. 31/7/2012


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Tired

The heavy burdens that rest on my eyes are not enough to cause me to sleep
Instead I lie awake escaping off to realms of nowhere.
I can breathe there.
I can feel there.
I can hop, skip, and jump there. But rest never falls.
How did something as simple as sleep arrive to be so complex?
I often dream about sleep when I am wide awake; a daydream
.Where can I sleep?
Where is my pillow of peace?
I, Christopher Columbus stand to stumble across that sweet REM of sleep 
That has already been founded by so many; I will claim it and name it 
But
Until then, I will remain tired.


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A crush that confesses love

One lifetime love
You show them no selfish sign
For there always on your mind
They may have been your high school crush
For they always give you a rush
When you might not know they stare into your eyes
When you do something good they might acknowledge you to themselves
Many love to a extent that cannot be bound
It can travel far above
Meaningless to others
But great to the love of one another
They're the ones would holds your heart in there hands
Can make you weak every time they near
A laugh it is they do not know of your love
One day they wil
For that how great love is


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Peace

Whispers of serenity and freedom,
A chance to belong in God's kingdom,
Society freed from suffering and injustice,
Equality reigns, free from all subjugation,

A peaceful world for all to thrive,
Wars for control and resources hold no more meaning,
Rebirth of pure and civilized societies,
Poverty disappears, humanity redefined through equality..


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Sweet Dreams

Chestnut hair
Hues of gold

Transforms to dust
Settles there in

Eyes umber

Index finger
Traces ear

Guides titian tresses
In channel there

Eyes slumber

She goes to a place
Where little girls dream

She goes to a place
Where little boys dare

Ne’er enter


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THE MEEK

THE MEEK

wild horses trained for service
ridden until their will is broken
compliant complete and grafted

Jesus said the meek are blessed
implying humility and gentleness
submission untamed or identified
God-willed rule denied incomplete

where are we on meekness scales
God not implying timid and weak
but humble compliant and broken
eternal peace He promised the meek


“The meek will inherit the land and enjoy great peace”—Psalm 37:11




© August 2013—Kim van Breda


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The soldier, the war, and I

The soldier, the war, and I


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

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

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

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

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


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Stalked

Panic can grip you,
When you feel
That someone or thing
For you does stalk

A dark future and past
Seems all that you face
How long you might last,
In such a cruel race

Love a memory,
Misery is true now,
And try as you want,
You can't figure out how

Stalked by bad memories,
Stalked by no hope,
Each day you wake up,
Stalked as to how you will cope

When the joy of life
Is replaced by but pain,
And there is no sunshine,
Nothing but rain...

So, if you are lucky,
And have someone 
who does care,
Remember those times,
When no one was there

Blessed are 
those who know
Such a great joy
Of the love of a girl,
A pet, or a boy...

And those shut out
In a forest of sorrow,
All alone and hating
The thought of tomorrow

Look about you with care
See the beauty that is there
Remember that God
Has a love very rare

You may feel alone,
And stalked by bad fate,
But God is still with you,
There is no debate

So leave the stalks
To the celery,
And rise to your goal
And you may feel for the
first time,
That you feel whole.


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awaiting the title from a friend

She is, like seasons of my beautiful land
Smiles of spring, rain drops of winter
Impish of summer and giddy of autumn
Like a swift river her laughter echoes 
Like a dawning sun shining on forehead
Smile spreading like the crescent moon
Like the chimes of tubular bells on pane
Changing in moods, in colors like rainbow
Mischievous eyes, little kiddish; little mature
Cute Aquiline nose, a charming grace.
Winsome lips encasing heartfelt smile
Night woven in the flowing hair locks
A blessed hand with a artistic wand
Limit by my vision I leave my pen
To sleep in the intoxication of verses
Just met her on a canvas of art world
In humility, in grace, in empathy of love
With two little angles in her blossom 
Compassionate soul mate, loving friends
World in a page, far and near in facebook
She nurtures every smile with smile
Just that I pray to my Lord the Merciful
Take care of my friend, in every path
May His blessing be on Mustafa, my Guide
For this blessing is His mercy I cherish
The friendship of the smiling eyes..

................................

inspired by a picture of a friend, just my imagination ran wild with pen in hand in thought of 1 meething i had with her, little hi! and little bye.. a smile and 'glad to meet you'..
.....................
please review..

regards
.musafirs


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Summers Last Breath

I feel the cold
Flowing from the mountains
pushing the last breath of summer aside

Eyes are feasting
The leaves are starting to die
Who knew death had such amazing colors

Sadness creeps in
Yesterday or the day before
Wasn't the sun shining with summer glory?

Acceptance comes
Enjoying the remaining light
I look up to watch Ducks flying South

Maybe I'm crazy
I love this fall season
Winter please don't arrive early this year

I was going to enter A New Dream but it had to many lines.


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Peace and Hope

A skeleton on the road
A Stuckey’s of the past
Pecan rolls and gasoline
A place to rest the kids
A shot glass and a flag decal
I stuck it in the back
Another cross on the road
Down in the ditch
Plastic flowers
Smell so dead

Both hands on the wheel
Eyes upon the road
There’s a deer with a rainbow nose
Crossing oh so near
Radio on an AM station
A ghost of the past
Down in Mississippi
The Tallahatchie River 
Dark and muddy
Floats the ghost

Ain’t no place to sleep
You’ll find death asunder
And a catfish for a friend
So heed my words
And dim your lights
And smile at the world
For otherwise you'll find yourself
Looking for a rope
To pull you from the current
Of despair and muddy waters

And give yourself peace and hope.


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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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Skyward



I hear song amid the distant tree line
of winged angels singing praise
in sunlight prisms that flicker 
and white orchids of flowering lace
in conscious mind I retrace 
each moment of spirit great call
of soft water line pulsing
and visions that ebb my soul
one moment I climb out beyond 
this entrapment of body and flesh
and roll infinite in spirit 
with dust and ash of breath

for now 
my hands tightly folded
in a moment of praise and request
of divine heights I see climbing
to entwine eternities nest   

I drift in words held closely
of misty hymns fluttering light 
a breath
a sigh
a great release
one moment
a fraction in time
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Conversations with my 16-year-old self

After so much suppression
I think that its time
To indulge in the lighthearted
Comfort in rhyme

Outside the sun shines
On the green grass I sleep
The birds sing so happily
And I start to weep

But my tears spell relief
Not sadness or pain
For when you’re finally gone
I’ll sleep in peace again

Close my eyes and dream
Of the day I’ll be free
I’ve been you for so long
No chance to be me

You’ve cost me a lot
More than I could give
In a few week’s you’ll abandon me
With a new chance to live

I suppose it’ll be alright
It’s better this way
I’ve done it before
I do it every day

So as our days run away
Faster and faster
I’ll sit back, and sing
In the face of disaster


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In Pacem

We missed it, Dad__
that last embrace that bonds
the blood of men
who always faced into the wind of love
and never knew its source.

So arrived the days in early fall.
We settled for a handshake then,
and after all the years that we pretended
we were close,
the words, like leaves, were also glown away:
weightless, dry and crumbling.

There they stood, two helpless men
without so much as one distracting tear,
who lied about the year to come,
and of those dear and fresh remembrances
beyond the day of parting.

You knew the last stop would be Arlington,
albeit not on Chaplain's hill
where sleeping comrades 
filled the ground you loved.
the slope beneath that crowning tree
awaited you.

So there it was, we heard once more
the sound of Taps,
the slap against the sky of twenty-one
explosions, and a young man's tribute
to an officer who wore
two crosses and a silver leaf--
who marched with his old comrades
years before.

Now as this aging son
who would embrace with spirit arms,
I wish you rest, old soldier,
there to find the peace 
you never knew in war...
the peace we shared that final afternoon,
on Chaplain's Hill.
           ~


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For a friend in pain

you're a silent person inside, that i know..
so a single insult or pain would pose a great blow..
When in pain close your eyes and drift..
think of of happiness and joy, that would give you a lift..

Anger and grieve, please don't let it rust..
In your heart don't let it last..

know that jokes come and go..
sometimes jokes go far beyond "tolerable"
so when hit in the heart so hard,
stay with your guard..
Maybe tomorrow's a better joke..
maybe tomorrow's your day..

Because every "tomorrow", we change, we grow, we love more and joke more..

Sorry for today..

We had to see those sad, sad, eyes..


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MY LOVELY HATE SPEECH

Open Letter to you,

MY LOVELY HATE SPEECH
I hate my speech today, yesterday and the day dust rises.
I was there opening my eyes carelessly, smiling like an idiot
I was gazing shamelessly, walking like an idler without course
Little did I notice my vehicle lose direction; little did I notice my head bleeding
I was just there; the settled dust rising, tables turning, grenades and bullets are now apples
Little did I know the power in my lovely hate speech. 

What pride did we get after slaughtering fellow Kenyans like goats,
What are the stuttering rifles rattling about, are humans turning game,
What are the grenades doing in civilian pockets, are they keys
Why are the churches burning, you cannot tell me tis the holy ghost fire,
What has that neighbour done, why is that policeman lying there,
Why is no body answering me, am I alone, or are you wondering too
Should I assess the power in my lovely hate speech, am concerned.

My love speech I hate you, my hate speech I love you
Both speeches are one, are the same, of same taste, I hate my passion for you
I love my fellow politician, i love his dirge during my friend’s burial
You bleeding mammoth my friend, I like your corrupt tummy
You scavenger of your own carcass, I like your greed for power
You megalomaniac virus of a beloved country, we love you, let us be
Little do we know death will let you release us, How uncertain are we of you.

My eyes are full of your ocean, the palace you exhume immorality
My ears are preoccupied with your desert, the desert devoid of trust, and the just
My nostrils have your pungent infamy, your callous greed, your everything
My mind can’t decipher the thought of your sanity, your policies and you
You make me lose taste, you make me look like you, you make me you
I am youthful to the economy, i am youthful to the wise, am not youthful to your “youth”
Little do i know death will let you release me, How uncertain am i of you.

Am talking about you, what have i said about me? What?
I hope I know the promise in my Kenyan Anthem
I hope I have a plan of getting rid of the chaff, the you
I hope am not you, i hope you don’t like seeing me wise
I hope your son is listening, the son that wants my very own daughter
I hope am the government, the government of me, for me and by me
I hope i know peace, the peace am preaching, the peace you hate. I hope.


Yours Kenyan,
Mzee Emmanuel Mwau.


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Short Siesta

Lazy is a Siesta, 
In a Hammock by the Sea.
And there in Flip Flops,
You’ll find me!

JS Lambert


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Bodhi Day

A day of the leaf, is carried in the wind, and this cold December night, will be warmed by the lights of the Bohdi tree I shall scrawl out a letter to a stranger, against the vagrancy of my own soul Stretch out my arms to make a friend, and think of that, which exists beyond my self This turning of the leaf will make me whole When I am done, I will put down my pen, and learn to be content,... to leave the soft-fingered words alone with the stars For all things are united by the spirit of the heart I will dampen the fire, and turn down the lights, climb the stairs to a peaceful sleep, assured at last, that united by the light, my soul will keep, and that I am one among the universe. I will reach that place by reaching my hands across time and space, and by possibility of leaving our world a more gentle place As I brush away the leaves before the door I must also brush away a selfish dust For I was born to live with a fallible heart....... If I were to strive to turn this leaf and leave the world better for having me sweep I will keep alive, that peace, of which before, I may never have known A day of the leaf, is carried in the wind The turning of the leaf will make me whole And I have grown
_____________________________________________________ 11/26/13 For Deb's Contest: "Happy Holidays"


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Fly Butterfly Fly

Fly butterfly carry my dream past the wind and through the trees. Spread your wings to help me to see, the colours of heaven as they should be. Butterfly fly show me the way to learn to dance, to sing, to prey. If you see my guiding light, then beg the spirits to make it right. If you see heavens glow don’t be shy, please let me go. So their light can bless my soul, heal my heart and make me whole. Fly butterfly land on me, break my cocoon and set me free. Fly butterfly fly for me...


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Draining the Moon

At early dusk,
I watch the locked moon
and wonder:
Shall I comprehend
her still?

Careless me,
be better.

For, we are the night,
my sorrow,
and when she's gone
we are but alone.


(this was a poetic exercise I did thanks to another poet's suggestion - took first and last lines from 4 of Robert Frost's - 
could be any poet - poems and mixed the words - then used them as my basis for vocabulary pool - didn't use all of 
them and the only word I added was "alone" at the end - simply because nothing else fit.  What a way to stretch the 
brain!!!  The four poems I used were: "The Sound of Trees", "My November Guest", "Locked Out" and "The Rabbit 
Hunter". )


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WHO AM I

Sun smiled, rain roared, pleasant did earth smell
The God threw something like a bell
When on the blanket like sky it fell
Unfurled an awesome arc sounding like a bomb shell
Seven streaks of glistening light rays the following did spell

“I am, (Speaks the following)

Almighty’s aesthetic amazing artifact
 Big Brother’s* blazing bright billboard
Controller’s covenantal communication
Designer’s dexterously depicted dove**
Everlasting evergreen evidence electrified
Father’s finely featured fingerprints
God’s grace in grandeur given
His Highness’s happy herald
Immanuel’s instant innerness indicator
Joy of Jerusalem’s Judge
King of king’s knitted kite
Liberator’s lovely lit lustrous lamp
Maker’s marvelous memorable mark
Neatly noted noteworthy news
Omnipotent’s overflowing olive oil
Provider’s prominent personally painted poster
Quaint quote from a queer quill
Restorer’s remarkable remark represented
Sovereign’s seven superb single signature
Triune’s thoughtful theme that trickled
Ubiquitous, ulterior useful umbrella
Venerable visible vertical verdict
Word’s wonder working wallpaper
Xaviour’s excellent xylophone
Yaweh’s yester years yell
Zion Dweller zealously zips protecting you through me.

Ohoooops! I am the Rainbow.”

*Christ is our elder Brother  **symbol of peace 

Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, yet my unfailing love for you
will not be shaken nor my covenant of peace be removed,” says the LORD, who has compassion
on you. Isaiah 54:10


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Best Friend

She said that we were drifting apart.
But I feel that we were close from the start
My heart was torn out from deep within
She said I had changed from what I had been

I didn’t know what to say
We used to talk every day.
Now that things had changed
I felt that I had gone deranged

Dear friend, the one who was the best
Why have you left me alone with the rest?


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Beautiful Children

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


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A MILLION MILES

I have no enemies
Just reluctant friends
Wishing I was just a little 
different 
But you,
You swear to cross swords 
with me
But do hear me well
I wield no steel sword
Just this old pen
And a weary cold brian
With which to fight all wars.

Fly high meteorite
Burn your little life out
And I shall be here
when you dig the long fated 
crater
When your salty ash scatter
And the rains fill your empty 
shelter
I shall be here to tell your 
story
A story of the giant storm
slain by a gentle voice
That story of the conquered 
elephant
And the cunning tortoise.

But before the first shots 
take flight
Here I knock your door
With an olive branch
And these priceless jewels
To buy your smile
And save us all
The waste of a million 
precious miles.


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OBSERVATIONS ON A SPRING EVENING

A playful brant swam on the pollen-dabbed lake.

A dipper perched on a dog-wood tree so dazzling and aromatic,
he neither decided to stay nor go although his companions were gone;
he had a white head and gray wings feeling a bit too romantic...
seeking through green branches a lonely warbler hidden in a cosy place,
and there he hoped to confide his dreams while he turned artistic.

A restless bittens
searched the tall, sun-dried reeds 
of a river not so calm...
did she find some food like bluegill,
not to make her stomach growl?
She kept on searching 'till dusk!

A tawhee snoozed on the smallest spruce...
waiting for the evening to fall. 

Written by Andrew Crisci
for Constance La France's contest,
" For ( Four ) Beautiful Birds "
May 12, 2011


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A Sinner Like Me

I'm a mess.
I've ruined this body You've designed;
I've ruined this heart You've shined;
I've ruined this breath You've shared;
I've ruined this life You've cared.
I've demolished this freedom You've given,
Yet You give it to me again.
Time and time around I have failed You;
Weak and falling trying to please You.
Earning I cannot for this is a gift from You.
Please forgive me;
Please save me:
You've picked me up and brushed me off;
Thank You for redeeming me.
Thank You for redeeming a sinner like me.
I have fallen once again.
I'm a mess,
But You forgive me.
You save me
Time and time around,
Eternally,
You brush me off and pick me up.
Thank You for redeeming me.
Thank You for redeeming a sinner like me.


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Why Question No Question Question Is Now

I was born on death of arrival on birth.7:01 Am,  one of the coldest days  to record,
I battle for my life for every beat to every breath I was born premature.

Being born premature I was born with learning and mental illness and despite 
Of the disadvantage I broke barriers of stereotypies and prejudices that would follow.

Why Question that it is a recession does it mean mental illness rise? 
No Question the research from
ashbournenewstelegraph co ukHomeRecession worst, blog.atoshealthcaretagof
recession on mental health, thefiscaltimes, RecessionsSilent Mental Health... would include That facts does not lie, 
Question is now who is listening. (those R website just without dot coms) 

Why Question in the headline it’s the mental ill that’s making headlines
 No Question they all ask for help put the system ignored or failure report those demeanor read between the lines…
 Question is now could that have been your family or friends so why make fun of the mental ill to feel inferior? 

Why Question they say that people with too much education is at a higher risk of become mental ill? 
No Question they say that mental ill can’t have weapons if so then why is it 1.5 million roughly in the military that has sometime mental ill with weapons? 
 Question is now that Bill Clinton stated on Cnn that gun laws will never go away because (forgive me if I miss quoted)  the voters don't hold the people they voted in office to there word to do so.

Why Question that a person got to do a violent act before you determine that there mental ill and if that is so why do we have prisoner that could be mental ill
 or, is it one in same being and state from a television host “to do violence you must be some type of mental ill” it would be simply, if he ask the first question I stated then fumble with his words No question my doctor said if you are depression more then three day then in there book a person is mental ill 
Question is now why have smoking been written in constitution or some states and you know what type of smoking I’m talking about so who is to blame.

Why Question that the medicine they give us that can make you aggressive, more violent and sometime even suicidal but when go to sue them it was not enough evidence to prove but ten years later you can’t sue because the statue of limitation but time has ran out
No Question a comedian made a joke about the same thing was it a joke or was it a movement you tell me much luv to him! 
Question is now is if a person life is more valuable  then a buck if not why is  manufaction  a G over one prescription not knowing all side effects.

Why Question what is the debt ceiling as well as the glass ceiling seems to be something to keep minority from stepping in the next class because it all revolved around money and who is usually get short stick? (the poor) 
 No Question food stamps being cut, health care require and we have been in a war or wars since I been born I guess my generation was a victim of society the Lost Generation indeed,
no wonder inmates believe government own them. Now question does this facts lie? act lies if so why is history books rewritten in college every semester? Question it now

Why Question in the bible it speaks to the effects things will never be heard or seen would happen
(1 st Corinthians 2: 9)  I paraphrase that….. No question Jeremiah 8-9 once again paraphrasing  the people that became of power and knowledge used it in the wrong way and god later destroy the city
 Now question god spoke lyrically and God creation us in his own imagine and I have research that a person can come out of depression naturally but does the doctor tell you that? 

Once again it is a small percent of mental ill that does violence and most time they are the victims. I have giving my life to science I have giving my blood for 10 years and im only 25 years old my doctor told me by year 2020 it should be cure for my disease being born which such a disability may you know I gave my life to science so child like me will never know of harass words to endure.....

I will probably die before 30 or 40 because of malpractice and my disease Why question, No Question, Question is Now what is the definition of crazy and that of mental ill? 
My last statement is, I am the not only person that speak out for mental illness October is mental ill awareness would you like to say you spoke for reason? better yet chance.... 
(a poet and still running)


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Cat

A warm little creature crawls upon my lap
Looking up through the sobs 
She does understand, this little creature
More than anyone possibly can

Finding comfort in the warmth of my distress,
She curls up, her ears perked, her face slightly buried
A fast beating heart…pumping the blood I no longer wish for
Her comfort offers infinite suns of solace
Her eyes define empathy, peace and goodness

She is a cat
A small baby, seeking warmth
Who gives all of herself to be close to me
To be near…no matter how far the shackles of despair repel me

She is a cat
So simple, and yet everything in this moment
The aggressive cuteness, the brutal comfort
The claw that tears the very grime
And the curiosity that simply erases time

She is my cat
And all my own
When even time herself offers darkness


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Waterfront (Palindrome)

On the water
waves reflecting
peaceful moments
early morning.

early morning
peaceful moments
waves reflecting
on the waters.


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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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Scarred Tissue

scarred tissue i don't miss you i don't wish you were the better of me i don't care much for surveillance but it tempts me to burn out inside everybody's lying scarred tissue i really miss you i really wish you had got the better of me you see, i need that bad beat sometimes 'cause everybody's fine yeah, everybody's fine that's what on my mind For even Elvis reigning in his castle sometimes lost battles, immortalized forever tell the stories of the glories of mighty Aphrodite the most beautiful sin in existence bright was her smile all while the while evil stirred grinning storm clouds castles in the sky castles in the sky made for you and I grand castles in the sky sometimes re-invent your self just for indulgence stray from the normal path for it was one of a kind but I'm already under influenced sometimes a knowledgeable bright shining star fades away into the darkness shall come back in rebirth I know it sounds tragic but that's what I heard every bird has wings wings to fly away any chosen day into my dismay a beautiful array wings to start a new inner strength attitude because I'm in stride with you on another level soon a game worth winning is the reason we play life can be desperate at times but I find its beauty truly basking in the sunlight of midday so as I wave before a wave washes me to the shore I seek every day has been worth the while for the while stays wildly embedded in uniquely threaded scarred tissue


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I Am A Spark Of Life

A spark of life
Fire in my belly
Giving what I have
Serving you
Honouring, who I truly am
Loving you, in return


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The Hourglass of Life

A new season begun, a new life, a new birth,
engraving our story here upon earth.
The pages turn slowly.
Each day will pass.
Life is measured by the hourglass.
The sands of time pass graciously.
The book is written of mystery.
Echoes of silence, the pages are blank.
For the hourglass of life holds no rank.
Let today be today.
Look not to tomorrow.
For life will fade on the pages of sorrow.
Read the story,
you must go on.
Turn the pages of a new dawn.
To every beginning there is an end.
Your spirit will soar high in the wind.
Hurry before time runs out.
For life surely fades without a doubt.
The clock counts down each grain of sand.
Turn the page and understand.
Reflections of love and holding hands.
This page though so innocent,
a beautiful child of heaven scent,
happiness in a life well spent.
Turn the page again once more,
to find the key to all closed doors.
This page tells of mom and me,
the many cherished memories,
undying love for family.
Turn the page, see all my friends,
from around the world and all nations.
This page tells of sacred marriage,
to have, to hold, and also cherish.
This page tells of many great storms,
the sea of tears, and the thunder roars.
This page holds the photographs,
of many dreams that once was had.
Though some memories of life you can't recall.
The book of seasons, winter, spring, summer, and fall.
The last page to turn, so there's a stall.
The last grain of sand that slowly falls.
Now for a moment don't you cry,
the hourglass of life told us no lie.
For all is born and then must die.
God grant me the time to say goodbye.


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Splay

Wild and unkempt, the field croons to me,
a siren's call beseeching
to play tag with the wind,
sprinting across the uneven surface
and splay full-length, face-down
upon her mossy breast.

I gluttonously drink gulps of her scent,
fecund and rich and savory
enough to satisfy my appetite.
Then she whispers softly,
mere breath-brushes against my neck,
as the pull of an unheard heart-thump
draws me down
to nestle deeper in her caress.

The curly blades of grass trill arias
as they sing across my skin,
and tiny red ants
march to their drumbeat of life
in rank order rows tangent to my face,
while a solitary spider 
dangles from a single silken strand.
.
I lie hidden from the world
by my sentient shield
immersed in the rhythm
and innate magic of my overgrown meadow.


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The heavens declare

The heavens declare God’s glory

As the body without the spirit is dead
So too the moon is dead 
It has no light of its own
Without the light of the sun 
She cannot shine and give light
In the darkness

So too as the sun rises
In newness each day
So too shall the moon
Rise in newness of light
Reflecting the Glory
Of The SUN/SON 

Like a whirling dancer
The heavens swirl
And sway dressed 
In her skirt of stars 
To the lyrical rhythm
The musical beat 
Of The word of life

© Brenda V Northeast 21/ 01/ 2012


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Awakening

I can remember every time 
I've watched the sun rise.
Each time so much
different from the last.
The awakening of the world,
the pulse of it all,
always the same.
I can feel the rumble of her heart
beat right through me.
Oh how I cherish 
these moments of peace.


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The Imperfections of Humanity

We are not aware of what we are capable of
nor whether if it's wrong or right.
We sometimes have the will and might
and many of us will stand up and fight.

To show courage and strength
takes determination and motivation.
Wait.....
What am I talking about?

We cheat, we lie, and make mistakes.
We're not perfect in any way.

We weren't made to live forever
but made to live and wilt away.
We suffer through pain and it's hardships
And even sometimes experience love.

Yes, I've had thoughts of suicide
so I can fade away.
Realizing I had issues...
I didn't care.

I've always known who I was inside
and never gave up. 
I'm no philosopher like Socrates
nor do I have a college degree.
But I was raised to be somebody in this world
even if I'm going to fail countless times.

Enough about me.
Lets talk about the human race.

We will get up when knocked down.
We will fight for people we love.
We will live life like it's our last.
We will love ourselves for who we are.

We are only human.
Our imperfections is what makes us perfect.
Therefore, we are perfect in our own little way.


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Hospice

Her hands shook
as they wheeled
him away.
Had his lips
been dry? 
Had his body
ached? 
Had he longed
for a touch
against his
fragile skin? 
Could she
have done more
to relieve
his pain? 
Could she
have loved him more, 
needed him more, 
begged him more
to stay? 
Her head swam
in the deafening silence
of guilt and sorrow
as she
buried herself
for feeling
relief.


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Glow

Stars shine brightly above me as I look up at the glowing full moon.
A cool breeze is blowing and
A soft music seems to play in the air around me as
I think of what life has given me.

This gift is more than I could have brought myself to ask for.
For the longest time I've been content to be there for others
Ignoring the fact that as I helped my friends find happiness, I have been alone.
Now I find that Life has given me a gift. A thing so precious that never again could I go
through life without it.

Life has given me you.
You, Suki, have become my life force. The very thing that keeps me going.
I love you with everything I have. Granted, it isn't much, but I promise you that it wont
be missed. I'll love you enough to make up for the materialistic things that I don't have.

The moon blurs as tears fill my eyes and I start glowing as bright as the shining full
moon above me and
I find that the music I hear around me that is so heartbreaking-ly beautiful isn't in the air.
It's inside me.
 
I never have to be alone again.
Never do I have to bottle things up for the sake of other people because I know I have
someone who wants nothing more than to have me cry on his shoulder.
I love him
And to the very core of my being I know he loves me.

Life has given me something I never dared to let myself dream of having.

Life has given me Suki.


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The Road Less Traveled

Walking down my journey of life many stumbles I have made
I have taken many roads of wonder and traveled paths of shame
On each road I have journeyed disappointments I have seen
But it has been my choice when I started along
Where I wanted to be
Influenced each by many travelers each day I have seen
And the steps I chose to take have caused a great deal of pain
But through it all those bumps and curves
My journey is now homeward
Set for the prize in the end when I reach my destination
Sometimes my journey gets long and weary
At times I am traveling alone
Because the roads I have to chose to follow
Many others chose not to go
But my steps will be rewarded when my journey is complete
While traveling down the road less traveled
The good Lord follows me


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peace sun

I woke up this morning and said a prayer for you,
the sun shines through my blinds and it's a shame i can't be there with you
your heart beat creates earthquakes,
your tears bring the rain,
and for the second time it has flooded here again
I'm sorry if i disappointed you,
I'm sorry if i ever lied,
because what i'd do to go back would mean
i could reverse the time that you died.
sick to my stomach i can't bear the thought,
but when the sun shone through this morning
it brought a peaceful thought back to my heart
through out each day i kneel down and pray
and know you're living in the sky
I try making wishes from stars flying by
but the sight must be quicker then the blink of my eye
i'll never know why,
til it's my time to go,
I look around this city realizing all friends are faded foes
I can't hold on, i hold it within,
it is my faith in peace that keeps me from disintegrating within.


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PEACE

PEACE


Bergs dot the ocean, even  in June,  and 
Thick  fogs  clothe the Labrador shore early each morning.
The sea ice rocks slowly in the harbor from wind and sun. 
As  I roast my fish on the warming gravel beach
The air grows clear and crystalline for  miles to the horizon
And  I  hear only
The seagull cries
Over the lone level water  
And tumbling streams laughing  their way over mossed boulders old as time,
Streams known only  to me and the fish.

We know the splendor of  the yellow arctic poppy in bloom in the long days of July,  
The wild goose arrowing south high above the shore before the sun-dogs of October,
And the incandescent rainbow of the aurora in bloom in January.  

Polar bears hunt ringed seals along the coast, whales  call in the bay,  
And caribou herds migrate to their calving grounds among 
The ankle-deep turf of tundra with mushrooms in an abundance of sizes and colours,
Bilberry, red mountain cranberry, and crowberry, which bears graze  in late summer. 
There is life here  -  and pristine growth, primeval   and pure.
I need only a simple cabin - black spruce for walls and white birch bark for roof,  
And a boat  -  and my trap line  mended.

And I shall have peace here
Among  the evening green and white of this cold coast
With unnamed  summer streams running warm into unnamed bays and hidden coves  
Between high  cliffs rising  straight from the sea,  
Their wind-   and wave-scoured faces looking  straight east over the foggy Atlantic. 


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Peace at last was not found on earth


I live my life wondering why I’m here
Trying to right the wrongs of the tormented
When the wrong has control
And no one gives a darn

I wander trying to make sense of a way of life
People trying to make the American Dream a reality
When the Dream is an illusion
For the Middle Class and the Poor

In the midst of all the world’s drama
A young man mourns for the loss of his brother
A little sister tries to hold on to the brother left behind
Only to lose him just like the first

First love, young love stops short of forever
A young girl devastated by the loss of innocents
A dad trying to help his little girl through it all
The loss of her mother now her lover

A best friend, a little sister, a girl friend, and a father traumatized
By a young man choosing to follow his bother into Sheol














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Am I Still Forgiven

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


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If I Could Talk To God Today

If I could talk to God today
Humble praise and thanks I would give
For all the blessings I have received
None of which do I deserve 
For any good I may have done
Was by grace through His son

If I could talk to God today, I would ask
Lord, when I was a little child
Why was I so painfully shy?
Whenever strangers were around
I would always run and hide
Reading and daydreaming all the while

If I could talk to God today, I would ask
Lord why does evil continue to exist?
I was only seven, abused and blindly robbed
I was lucky, my life not brutally snuffed!
To perverts this is just a game 
So many die while others bear lingering shame

If I could talk to God today, I would ask
Forgiveness for the foolish years
Opportunities missed to do some good
For the many times I put Him last
For unnecessary fears and wasted tears
The empty years spent ‘living it up’

If I could talk to God today, I would ask
For mercy not just for me
For children like me whose trust betrayed
For all of us who have lost the way
Some day I know there will be peace on earth
When you come to live in hearts and homes

Note:  For Walayee Whitlock' s "My Darkest Childhood Memories" Contest



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Cartographers of a Multiple's Universe

Setting boundaries, drawing lines,
Mapping the geography of our multiples’ minds

It’s undiscovered, familiar territory,
A continent of islands
And we’re exploring old new low lands,
Uncovering new old high lands

We’re a brilliant yet intimate, large group of strangers
Who are migrating away from stark and harsh dangers,

Together we’re questing safe places
Where we can finally show our faces
We’re regaining our sight
Yearning toward the Light

Abandoning the mal país we’ve always known,
With which we’re too deeply acquainted –
We must leave it behind, if we’re ever to find
The way to become re-acquainted

With who we are, and with our host –
We’ve lived with her for years
Time to bring her great joy and grace
In place of bewildered, bewildering tears

She’s been host to us, now, please, let’s host her?
For as we return the favor,
We’ll become cohesive, we’ll reunite –
And that’s our only way to save her!

Signed: Rebecca’s In-Dwellers
27 May, 2008


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Mother Nature Speaks

Mother Nature speaks of many tribulations, sending the message to all great nations. Wandering sheep and wolves on the prowl, you’re losing your way with a language so foul. The winds are stirring up a storm, and the wheat is gathered from the farm. Where the truth is known, but blown away, many left behind in just one day. Mother Nature speaks and it’s not a code. Listen and believe to save your soul. Tornadoes swirling and rains flood the land, Watch the signs for time is at hand. Heaven will open and you will see the King! This will be the end for every thing. Heartache and anguish for those left behind. Did you not pay attention to these great signs? Mother Nature is speaking for all to hear! Listen and believe and have no fear. The end of time is soon at hand, and all great nations will surely stand, before God!


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Just writing without stopping

Random Free Write: 

Just flowing - writing
and not stopping to think
or even to lift my pen
I kept going and the words seemed to have no end
Understanding that the process is a simple one
Love everyone and 
stear free of the wicked one

I'm not sure if it was winter or spring
But, I gave way to all the flaws and  imperfections
and realized that this is me
The change came when I saw fit
and not when someone else decides

It's not hard to forgive
And even easier to forget
Does that not reflect love and also what it begets?
Except too many hold grudges and even
pretend to be angry beyond whats necessary
Caught up in someone elses problem
and not dealing with their own is a hard burden to carry
Let it go
stop negativity where it begins

Cut people short if you have to
because this is your life you have to live
Be on the lookout for those looking to devour you
Pray for those who do ill sh@! to you
Respond in a way that makes them realize they love you
and hope it inspires change

Still maintain dignity and move on to something new
Growing, building up treasures for a place greater than
you can even dream to go
It's the simple things that help make life flow
I could go on and on with this practice flow
Writing and stoping to think or lift my pen
This is one of those poems that didn't make it to the waste bin.


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r-Evolver - Dec 8th, 1980

Sirens screamed, their wails glancing off stately sisters
standing silently - standing tall amongst the debris,
their attire of stone, steel and glass showing wear.
Yet they stood with pride and quiet courtesy,
watching the flashing lights speed past below.


This 5 year-old was too naive to understand at the time.
Who was shot? Who is he? Why?

And the adult chatter sounded foreign,
filled with strange, puzzling words.


"Well, he had it coming, what with all the debauchery and hedonism.
Always fried out of his mind, preaching peace like some messiah,
trying to redeem his former chauvinist, violent ways.
Sit-ins, smoke-ins, drop-ins, sleep-ins - how many sins?
Ya just knew some loony fanatic was gunning for him."


10 years later, listening to "Blackbird" while coming down
from a horridly strong fever, the other songs suddenly all made sense-
a poor white boy from the 'Queen's Country',
facing abandonment issues, had bridged the yawning gap
between class and race, building from the Black man's blues.


-r.Evolver-


"Let's give peace a chance....blend all the colours together
into one shining light - imagine."


After the victim was rushed to Roosevelt Hospital,
NYCPD officers confronted Mark David Chapman
who was reading passages aloud from J.D. Salinger's,
"The Catcher In The Rye".


"Do you know what you just did!?"

"Yes, I shot John Lennon."

"Why would you do that!?"

"Mr. Lennon was a phony. I am a catcher in the rye,
stopping children from going over the cliff."
____


Well then, 'Mr. Catcher In The Rye',
you saw yourself as a saviour waiting on a rye-covered edge,
ready to stop the children from falling off the precipice of John.
Oh, what a righteous pledge.

But John was still a child himself, yet you shot him in the back 4 times
with hollow-points from a .38 special revolver.
Did he not deserve to be saved from falling over a cliff?
Was this selective salvation?

And what was your grandiose plan?
Save the children from the precipice that was John,
instead leading them towards a valley 
filled with cloned, little piggies bathing in fountains of blood?


"....and Rocky Raccoon collapsed in the corner....
now Rocky Raccoon he fell back in his room
only to find Gideon's Bible.

Gideon checked out and he left it no doubt
to help out with good Rocky's revival."

"Give peace a chance - imagine."

"All your life 
you were waiting for this moment to arise."


-r.Evolver-


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Scratching Baxter

When I left he was in his lounging chair

TV way too loud

The glow of discontent on his face

Made me want to cry

 

The only peace now in his life

Never left his side

He sat there scratching Baxter

Life just passed him by

 

In his day he was the man every man wanted to be

He had the looks, he had the job

The wife, the kids, all three

Then came the day he lost it all

His family went away

Left behind his loyal cat 

Baxter was his name

 

Through all times, most were bad

His cat stayed by his side

A comfort to his troubled soul

In life it was all he had

It has been said 

Man’s best friend

Has always been a dog

But in this case it was a cat

Whose love surpassed them all

 

I went to visit my friend today 

To see how he was doing

Knocked on the door several times

The TV was still blaring

Turned the knob and opened the door

I thought that he was sleep

But somewhere between the days he died 

In peace now he is sleeping

 

In his lap still sat the cat

Who had been his one companion

He knew his master had left this earth

His eyes revealed his sadness

I could not help but start to cry

When I thought of how it ended

Sitting at home with the TV on

All alone while scratching Baxter


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Seeking-god, Child

Odd, that discovery, that peace is an option apart Odd, the journey, that set upon to find peace Odd, that discovery, that peace is an option always Odd, the journey, that set upon to find peace Odd, peace - always within, accessible; wholly experienced at any moment without travail if willing to surrender the illusion of separateness from one’s self (from divinity) we are one; Odd, image created one one created image Touch the hem of truth deny separation bask in peace shallow journey from where you are


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And War Shall Be No More

Not a torch, a candle
marks the gate to life,
in peril for its faithfulness
and unafraid to die.

And were its flame extinguished
as a witness to devotion,
all the marchers, self-inflamed,
would know the victory 
is of a new Jerusalem
from higher ground,
profound the wound
and sanctified the blood
imparted in its sacrifice.

Call down the city, floating
in your dome of stars.
Bow low before your deity
that rules within the heart,
transcendent, built of broken clay
and its own miracle,  
the spring of day within.

To such the alleluias rise.
To one great cause
the armies march full-armored
underneath the banner
of their love,
and though impossible,
their everlasting dream
              ~


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Internal Sky

As the clouds appeared, 
they seemed to turn colors.
Beautiful colors that were violet, 
pink, blue, and some with a yellow 
sensation that filled the air with 
a sweet, sweet smell of summer,
Along with the colored clouds,
There was a breeze that the sun blew, 
it seemed that the sun was concentrating 
on cooling me off.
The trees did not stir one leaf.
The sun was concentrating on me!
It made me proud, proud to know 
someone recognized the pain in me.
The clouds moved on slowly, leaving 
a trail of colors in the sky.
My attention rose to the sun, it 
had moved as though it had been 
shot across the sky by a gun, then 
slowly, slowly to its death it dropped.  
The stars appeared like diamonds,
the moon a sapphire – they are the 
love of the night.  I soon went 
into the deep sleep of eternity.


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Perpetual Motion

    Open you hands to receive life's gifts. 
Open your eyes to see life's opportunities. 
    Open your heart to receive life's love. 
        Let your energy flow freely 
   to circulate positivity and newness. 
     Open your channels to relieve 
             stagnation and stasis. 

          Keep the flow constant ... 
        Regulate your thermostat... 
               Constant energy - 
               Constant stream - 
                Constancy - 
                Steady flow - 
              Grow in fluidity 
           Tidal development. 
 
     No pools of sludge or slurry. 
Clear waters of constant, perpetual 
      forward motion....emotion .... 
     Freeflow...freefall....freedom... 
    The momentum of moment
 leading to magnitude of existence 
     and  safe arrival at serenity. 



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Ventana Thoughts

These are all ruminations that arose from a recent backpacking trip in the Ventana Wilderness


Needing to bring spiritual realities
into the press of raw humanity,
amongst the most humble
the dreamer seems visionary.


Addiction is a mirror;
if I look into it for long
I will see myself
attempting suicide.


With my conscious mind in tow
I descend into my heart
through imagination,
there learning your memory
is the sunshine
each new day bears.


A covey of fat
mountain quail and me,
we surprised each other
on the trail this morning
at just past six,
the significance of this not eluding me
having already had my manna.


In a field of false lupin
spilling the earth 
an unearthly blue
surrounded by young madrone
of vibrant green and neon brown
sprung from the ashes
of disastrous fire
i chanced an encounter
with One who has all power
in taking a chance
on His love


They are
perhaps not stars
but distant openings
windows to beyond
to back where i started from,
ever His intention
i find my way home


It would make more sense
were my gray matter
yellow, or white
with a goldenrod center,
given the scrambled
and fried responses
it comes out with 


Little glimpses
leaving hunger for more,
poetry draws me into 
an other's life:
just because I wasn't there
doesn't mean
I can't recall it.


A non-entity with ambitions
inured to my own strangeness,
being published gave an air of respectability,
the way squirrels are saved
from looking like rodents
by their bushy tails.


In process he found
a self-worth being, then
a self worth becoming, and
a self worth revealing.


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Ash of War

A distant wood grows its gossamer,

   A near vale,

   wetted and forgotten

   cries alone,

   where rains fall forever ----

Where once babes lay down

   in the cool of grasses green,

   and a brook,

   where once rippled 

   an elven tune of old;

Now silent as the seasons here,

   where once stood great Love,

   on a throne of gold,

   midst the broken palisades and halls ----

   a near vale (now)

   wetted and forgotten,

Only the breeze of sad memory....

   the weeded roads and rubble ----

   whisper form their ashes,

" Let us rebuild what war has claimed "  


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OBSERVING A LAKE ON A SPRING NOON

 A stroll that revealed an undiscovered spot


A playful brant swam on the pollen-dabbed lake...
oh, she was greeted by a thousands blossoms!


A dipper perched on a dog-wood tree so dazzling and aromatic,
was undecided to stay or fly alone as if all his companions were gone...
he a white head and gray wings feeling a bit too so romantic,
seeking through green branches a lonely warbler hidden in a cool place
to  of being  in a athmosphere so idylic


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Soul Beat

Run into my heart;
Run right into my arms.
I will never let you go;
I am yours forever, please know.
You make my soul beat;
You bring me back to life.
God, thank You for this love;
God, thank You for this life.


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Under the Moonlight

It's a very peaceful night,
under the twinkling starlight.
The sky awakens with golden light,
as I walk along this lonesome road,
under the moonlight.
The road is long, no end in sight.
Turn around, I just might.
These feelings are so hard to fight.
As I walk alone, it's too quiet,
under the moonlight.
Shadows chase me in the night.
You can't catch me, because I just might,
Not look back into the night.
As I walk on home,
under the moonlight.


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Peace Should Come Easy

                                  A world full of violence is no world at all,
                                               rather a planet of hatred.
                                 Each and every person is seemingly small,  
                                  but one choice could do so much damage.

                                        Guns are pulled before thoughts, 
                                         excuses are made for the crimes.
                                          Late bar fights in parking lots,
                                          mostly for their entertainment.

                                             What happened to when 
                                                our country was ours
                                          and we didn't have to send
                                             out troops to protect it?

                                          What happened to the time
                                                  to get on a plane
                                           you walked through a line
                                         and belongings were private?
   
                                      The world would be a better place
                                        if people could just get along.
                                        I hope someone's able to erase
                                          all of this unnecessary chaos.


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The offspring of We

We protect the innocence of the humble
Whether city streets or the densest jungle
We dive into the harsh realities of society's poverty
And show its inhabitants the possibilities of luxuries
We breath new life into those thought to be casualties
And abruptly structure their mentalities,
as such to survive any catastrophe
We bring to the darkness the sun 
We
WE
We
We
I alone cant get it done
But a bundling of individuals using vocabulary as weaponry
Are breeding intellectuals that foresee better scenery
We.


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The Ivory-BIlled Woodpeckers Sing,

"If only, if only," the woodpeckers sigh,
"The stars in the heavens would light up the sky.

"If I could just bring
the mountains down low,
Those landforms up high,
Where my trees would grow.

"The drums, cease to roll,
The armor, to rust!
Their hatred to flowers,
Their swords into dust.

"If only, if only," the woodpeckers cry,
"Our homes had a place way up in the sky.

"But now that we've gone,
We're extinct, put away,
We all rest in peace,
And now you must pay."


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A mind without temptation

A fragile mind
Is a prosperous mind
It has a delicate structure
Pure as possible 
loyal as it is noble
It puts bravery before cowardness
No temptation can seize its existence
Forever more shall it succeed
Many have not known of its capabilities 
For it has created many knowledgeable people
To limitless warriors
Leaders who do not prowl there quarters hidden
But join there soldiers on the battlefield
Instead of giving opinions
It has written facts
This mind is natural
Pursuing thoughts of mixed feelings
Strength it obtains its clueless to
For this mind is not just at the top of the hill
But at the lowest it has weaknesses to
For its love and care can be taken advantage
By even the ones that are close
For even its heart is delicate


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I Will Return

There I was
Sitting, with my eyes closed and my back against
The cold, strong, gritty, bare rock.
That felt powerful with the inborn energy of the earth
The cool ocean breeze ruffled my hair
Tickling my scalp and cheek as thin strands
Whisked their way around me
Like feathers brushing against skin

I sat quietly, listening to 
The sounds all around me
The crashing of the ocean waves
The chirping of crickets 
In the long meadowish grass below.
The birds wings pounding at the air
Lifting them high above me
Into the clouds

I breathe in deeply
Inhaling as the wind sweeps by
I can taste the salt in the air
It is calming and brings back 
Memories of times past
But it also brings a sharpness
A change in the winds
A storm is coming

I open my eyes and look around
I see the waves on the ocean becoming larger
The trees are starting to sway with the wind
I look up and the white puffy clouds 
That were there earlier have turned
Black, gray, dark, and ominous
It is time to go home

I sigh and turn towards my home
It is too soon
I want to stay and feel the peacefulness
Of the waves lapping on the shore
The wind ruffling my hair
The taste of the salt
And the sight of the ocean
But I will come back 
Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow
But I will return.


Place: 7th!!
Contest: Come To Your Senses
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi


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This is Who I Am

I am me; and I know there are going to be people who do not like me

But I can not change the way the feel about me and I'm okay with that

Why change them, when I wouldn't want them to change me?

They are who they are, and I am who I am

This is who I am: I am Emily, a person that tries very hard not to judge people

This is who I am: I am Emily, I will be anyones friend; It does not matter what they did

It matters that you take them in your arms and hold them and tell them your here for them

Even if they walk away, it matterd that you showed them you cared


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Being Present

I'm aware of the talk, internal chatter with volume levels high
I'm concious of the questions asked with only my reply
Feeling hasn't connected yet, just words and data fighting for attention
When the infernal noise subsides I see me in my reflection

Sat feet grounded, hands loose by my side, open, vunerable, nothing left to hide
I'm in a room with others sharing space and air, my senses alert confirming i'm there

No performance necessary, the stage has been removed, stripped back to basics, lost egoic attitude

Is this what it's like being present not wrapped up in me, for all this time I had the tools but only now I see..


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Runic Murmur

Whispers speak to me… Gently floating into my still mind… Guiding me like a beacon to stay on the truth course… Whispers speak to me… Ever so softly into my ear, as I sit quietly in silence… Providing answers to questions of this life… Whispers speak to me… Within feelings, allowing them to be; not identifying them as who I am… Whispers speak to me… Within that my eyes see… The subtle glowing of a tree’s life force… Reminds me we are more than this society… Whispers speak to me… Within my energy vibration… Awakening me from a forgetful sleep… Uniting my soul to the place that created its beingness… Whispers speak to me…


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My Malta

Landing on Malta into a dry, sandy, hot afternoon,
Tears of happiness blind my eyes, excitement 
at the feeling of arriving home, although I am not a native.
The dominating skyline of familiar domes and 
roofs, grown nearer to the airport over time.
Roads resembling few maps, leading you 
astray, and shaking your bones with attempts at repair!
I grieve, not long after arrival, for the 
inevitable day when I will return to England.
Malta, my spirit I leave with you,
I leave my very essence of being behind when 
I leave you,
You are at the heart of me.
I leave you with sorrow, and return with joy 
to embrace your nation and its glorious culture.


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A New Rebirth

Roses blossom once more
in spring, filling the air
with sweet fragrance

Rivers become full once more,
with fish happily dancing
around each other

A new day wakes me up once more,
and the sun's radiance warming my face,
giving me a deep and warm sensation
to plant the seeds of joy within me once again;
as their roots slowly sip divine water


By: Teddy Kimathi


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How

How ?


How can the world end up a quagmire of irrelevant destruction. Is it not ourselves who delved too deep, encircled territory, distributed weep. We dug the fathomless hole we find ourselves in yet, we seem to intrinsically force the blame onto other entities.

Why?

We are not distant, we are not uneducated, we are not even immortally bound by the governs we deliver.

An encircling of hate fills the putrid air, the staleness of resolution, far ended, hanging in its’ own, administered fate. A swirling, bubbling mass of undercurrent fills every ocean. Blood and money washing away the very essence of life.

Is this the way?

Copulation with the destroyer?

Humanity inbred with itself; a fatal deliverance of the rules.

Peace.

Surreptitious in its’ approach, delicate in its’ balance. Like a misting fog coursing its’ way through every concourse of life. Its’ fingers caressing, tickling the treasure, nurturing with its’ endeavour to cook the air still and to clean the clots from the sky.

Feel the staid, breathe the wave, tenderize the flavour of evolution. Evolve the devolution that we are rutted firmly in, twist it on its’ head and realize the intrepid state we find ourselves fraught with.
Caress the real, absorb what could be so deep in your veins that you live it and smolder its last breath. We are the people, we are us, we are the same, we are of one, so why?  Just why? 

Is this the way?

To fight and to clash, to sing and to pray, deliver us from evil and all what comes may. Bombs exploding, terse words rebounding, heaven and hell merged as if one. Break free from the strop, hare like a hare, soar like a bird, needless despair.

Be free, stop flouting and flaying, courting and baying, whistle the boundaries of all that is good.
Be free, don’t hinder, betray, purge or dismay, let us stand up with a gracious affray.
I bow down to thee, fluent with ease, put down the carcass and build up with with no fees.


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Today

Today became another yesterday:
A tired, worn ballad of blues that never ended. 
Yesterday seemed better, a blurry vision of dreams, 
today is no longer in itself but a shameless replica of yesterday. 
Tomorow needs to come today, because yesterday can't be bared again. 
But as i sit and contemplate, i know i see another today 
Around the corner, 
          a second yesterday, 
          perhaps a better tomorow
But only perhaps...


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Humans

Highest on food chain


but we still starve


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That I said -Yes I Do-

Just Because I Said I do

From her words I put out this,
Both in her words her wish is scoop:
“Whatever I do, this I, worth a note”
-She said she needs answers.
For nag I will not play the part,
But for proofs, I will play my part:
I will call you to order as your hobby,
Cos, two wrongs can never make a right.

This love, my lady, is all about understanding.
Though, you are pretty but lack comprehending-
You easily get abnormally obsess, and “let me help”,
You would totally ignore.
Another thing that baffles me about you,
Is the apathy in your pitch and words;
While I word pithy all through for you.
Your love you love throwing in the air,
Especially when you are annoyingly possessed
By things and actions not going your way.

I pity, the why I write
Cos never my strength and personality
To talk behind your back.
A piece of advice to “I want love to remain”-
Reshape, rebrand, reflect, and revive.
For nag I won’t play the part
But for proofs, I’ll play my part.
Your love you love throwing in the air,
Especially when you are annoyingly possessed
By things and actions not going your way.

4/2/2014



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The Light of a Child

There was a child born to man, who made every body smile.
Born at night but fair of heart, she made the morning rise.
She sprinkled the magical light of stardust where ever she appeared.

Her laughter filled the hearts of those who came close enough to hear.
Her sparkling eyes full of wonder filled every heart with cheer.
Her generosity dispelled the gloom and made the flowers grow.
Her fair contingence spoke of treasures, still as yet untold.
Her antics opened up the world, bringing vibrancy alive.
Her head would bow with prayers, which opened every mind.

Thru her came a radiance that chased away the clouds.
Thru her contentment came a peace that showered all around.
Thru her actions came a beauty that strengthened every soul.
Thru her love she filled every heart, till they over flowed.
Thru her came a wealth for all, through heart, mind, and soul.
Thru her came a restful peace which everyone proclaimed.

She really was a beautiful child, who was greatly admired.
And what would you name such a wonderful child?
I would name her Hope, wherever she is born.
I know you might have thought I was describing someone else…
But she was a precious token left to us, a much needed gift… 
From God and our Beloved Christ above, for our benefit.


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I Don't Care

I haven’t seen her face in years;
I don’t care,
anymore.

Ever growing seldom knowing post psychotic womb dreams
arrive while I’m awake.

Ever present effervescent esoteric moonbeams
shine every time I make,
love.

A laugh erupts atop the stair.
Pink velvet pulse
beyond compare,
dress daylights breath
in cashmere flare
silk smooth.

The smile spreads
throughout the coach.
Weaves blinding threads
to frowning hosts
asleep.


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Ignorance meets Insanity

Seriousness settles in, like an old friend
Seriousness spreads like a disease
Infecting us, accelerating, our aging process 
Our youthfulness, our playfulness, slowly slipping away
Our wonder in life, diminishing
Seriousness leading to rigidness, pathway to small mindedness!

Days and years, rolling into one
Colourless, lifeless, mundane, dull and boring
“What day is it?”
“Don’t smile or your face might crack!”
Judgemental, cantankerous!
Pompous attitudes, of modern day man

Stubbornness and ignorance, clinging to what’s familiar
Seriousness, up tightness, humourless, imagination vanished, pathway to madness!
The mind focused on its self created drama’s
Fears constantly being stimulated, from our outside world
Personal insecurities, constantly being triggered, inside
The past lives on, the present forgotten 
What was once important, now, left on the back burner
Hard headed, victim orientated
Righteous, self absorbed
Emptiness, hollowness, helplessness

Seriousness and ignorance, walk hand in hand
Becoming, our best friends
The vampire suckers of vitality
Sucking the life, out of our personal goals and childhood dreams
Lose of faith, gradually, losing our way
Lost, amongst the thick of it
Not knowing any different
Everything becoming an illusion
Seeing things as it should be
In our own little universe, no one else’s!

Entrapment of the mind
Our, personal intelligence, laying dormant
Body and mind, riddled with dis - ease
Heart beating hard, starving for a substance, we call love
Numb, to the outside
Numb, on the inside
Desensitized!
Going crazy!
Consumed with our own self created loneliness and separation
Ignorance meets insanity!


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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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Maestro

we sit on a suspended rotten tree trunk hammock 
he tells me his worldly visions
and I silently watch as he the maestro
of his marvelous ideas that twist and contort like
verbal ballerinas
keeping in time to the rythym of his rapid delight of his words
spilling around like a greek fountain, and it is beautiful
The world will become drunk from the passion of his lips
and his mind works like a metradome patiently moving forward
he speaks of prophets
but what is a prophet other than an inspired man to bring forth inspiration
and a positive new direction to the waywardly blindfolded populations
Brainwashed from misinformation
I am awestruck in this moment, because here, where the river flows it's life saliva
and the fallen leaves float effortlessly to the ground
I realize that this is a moment, where a person has found peace within themselves.


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The Window Glass

Looking at the window glass 
the reflection began to appear
Ever slowly I could see
the looking girl was me 
Behind me in a long long line 
others began to show 
Each one awaiting for their turn 
to see what they could see 
I took my time and really looked 
and saw a second me
Now this one's who I really am 
not who I used to be 
The first one's light was fading fast 
gone before the looking glass 
I grabbed the girl and pulled her through 
she's who I want to be 
There's love and peace etched in her face
The old one's gone she's been replaced 
to look no more into the glass 
I've found my life it's here at last


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Torches not Swords

Oh these words fell so harshly
  spread amongst our beaten ears
    a lashing cruelly shared 
    ....perpetuated
             ....flames stoked by hot air

Ugly sides of bitter souls
  mirthfully determined to discourage
    grasping for sullen companions
      spreading the black thin and wide
         embracing the abyss blissfully

Fear and distrust given contagious wings
  A vengeful hawk soaring 
    manipulating the wind of lies
       then perches again on
         the arm of a deceitful handler

Confounded masses fed from a trough
  a slop of negative gruel sated the willing
     gluttons conspire to poison naive revelers
        hand feeding susceptible fawns tainted grain
           leaving plague like damage in wake.....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Blessed are those souls refusing to succumb
   filtering and illuminating, nurturing clarity and wisdom
      passing torches, not swords, in which to battle blindness
         freeing thought through expression and uninhibited honesty
             curing the poison of prejudice with the light of love and humanity


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Homesick

There's this girl that I know who misses her home
The place filled with laughter, her joy, and her hope.
This girl, she is sad, and I've seen her heart break.
She just doesn't belong here, and she doesn't want to stay.

When she's at the beach she just sits and she stares
Across the water to who knows where.
The ocean is the one place she has found on this Earth
That fills her with any kind of peace and hope.
Though still she is sad, she's not where she belongs,
But at least at the ocean the fierce homesickness calms.

She'll walk down the beach and look out at the water,
Totally uncaring of those who might watch her.
She knows she's not normal, that she isn't like them.
But she knows that they cold never understand.

This girl that I speak of, how I know her well. Yet at the same time I hardly know her at all.
It seems to me as I walk down that beach that
I'm never gonna know of who I truly speak.
Because as long as I'm here, so far from my home, my heart, my pain there, my hope,
I am only half here. 
I am only half home.
And all that I want....I just want to go home.


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joy of written word

joy of written word 

Here comes the festival again
‘For the joy of written word’
There comes a time when 
My excitement is limitless
Like the little children I bloom
Noting sweet than a book I see
Nothing joyous that words I read
Here comes the festival again
‘For the joy of written word’
The world of books & words
The festival of writers & words
In the cultural capital it comes
I prepare like the joys of Eids 
Make list, spreading the news 
Along with the friends i prepare 
New faces to meet, new books 
Authors, poets & writers 
Young and old to meet
New cultures to discover, 
New words to learn
A festival unlike in red deserts
A festival of million books
A festival of billion thoughts
Beating in my heart with joy
Here comes the festival again
‘For the joy of written word’


Dedicate to Sharjah International Book Fair - 2011 #SWBF
This trade show is held in Expo Centre Sharjah during 16 Nov 2011 to 26 Nov 2011


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Peace within the storm

Rocky shores,
craggy lines,
moss grows softly
in hidden places,
away from the winds beatings. 

It's quiet there,
waves rock and roll,
I listen

in stillness
out of the way.

We find peace there,
laying our heads down
on moss.

Finally, 
protected from storms.

White pines rise above,
whisper and shiver in the tempest.
Here, 
among the sturdy trunks
with deep roots,
it is a place out of the din.

It's nice here.


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Home

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

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

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

For me

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

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

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

Make a home for me….


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''Stay Still''

I would brace my screaming thoughts if only you could Stay Still.
Bring my heart warmth in a loving embrace.
Memories we hold my mind will not erase.
Waves of life restless in the current may lead you away.
But my bridge of love,never to waiver,no matter the distance
could keep us at bay.
Stay Still  for only my selfish reasons,we must move on.
Glide with the seasons.


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Days in The Wilderness





Like all things, my days in this wilderness and all it encompasses will end. Until then, I choose to unburden my spirit; I will love, cry, laugh and play as hard, long and as often as I can believing his word, light alone will comfort and lead me home. ~*~


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SIZE

Sometimes I feel small in this world, in this vast universe
But then sometimes when I’m sitting on that bench in the park with know one around watching the leaves dance in the breeze, the air hitting my face . .   
I feel big on an imaginable scale, it reminds me of all those minuet atoms all put together to make me 

Enabling me to watch those leaves dance in the breeze!   
Enabling me to walk in that park!
Sit on that bench!

It’s easy to forget how special we are and how everything in this world is special if you look close enough. The one thing size has taught me is to think and when we think and i mean actually THINK . .  amazing things can be achieved. 


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The Misty Mountain Solemnity

You ask me why I love mountains?
I smile in the silence and quiet mind
Seeing the golden horizon with the heavenly sky
To the deep green valleys and the floating white wings
Far from the humankind.

You ask me why I dwell in the mountains?
I cry and I can cry out loud for my heart is free of care
Seeing the distant snowcapped peak
I try to reach her my voice
And I listen to my own cry when she replies. 

You ask me why I find peace in the mountains?
The city is down with curses 
And here even when a lonely cloud floats lesuirely by
It gives me to breath a fresh air when it passes by
And when I see the same ridge again
It comes with a far horizon that flashes by.

You ask me why I find homely in the mountains?
Keeping company with moon, I never lost my way
Looking back I see the paths I have taken
Blue then, blue beneath the skyline
The moon greeted me with hidden tracks
Revealing the secrets in the forest
Even a leaf becomes a home down my way. 

You ask me why I don't want to return back to the plains?
Wind in the vales still outcries my voice
Every droplets falling from the leaves recalls my tears
The clouds floating aimlessly shows me the distance yet to cover
And the misty morning cold holds my breath forever. 


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Dressed for death act two -Great Physician's durable clothing

Because sin death entered in is for sure a marry heart does good like a cure  											Good news for men like a new leaf fallen from a tree now a dying spirit a fading leaf  										the Glorious cross a promise kept from the time Eve wept 													He is our life from Adam to the One healing enter in the only begotten Son 												dwelling in the Light only He is He was and is to come 														The only wise true Living God conquerer of all evil the Amen													It is done "The first and the last, which was dead, and is alive"													Heals by believing He forgiveth all your sins heals all you diseases                                                                                                                                                                  		His grace keeps us from plagues those written and those not 													 as far as east to west the Lamb of God the Lamb without spot													has taking away our sins with the shedding of His blood														Writes His laws on upon our hearts our sins remembering not													The sins of all He bore upon the tree causing are sins to return unto thee                                									 Rose again on third day the Justified doing away with our body of sin and death											all points as we yet He is without sin pleading to the sinners enter in												the Day spring on High the True Prophet Priest and King														Here is wisdom Honor Jesus Lord of lords King of kings the Lord our God King 											Garments of praise alpha and omega the first the Last the same													Granting repentance forgiveness of your sins in Your name 													The Lord Jesus The name above all names our all in all                                                                                                                                                                               		our sins separated us from Him that giveth Life to all   														Now by faith we have been grafted in Jesus the tree of life          												           	Us with His own self  He adorned clothing us in righteousness and salvation 												Lambs wife married none other than Jesus our great physician


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Valentine's Day

A Valentine's Day dedication for those who have lost a loved one.



I know you're watching from far away.
So I'll find the strength to kneel and pray,
and send you our love this Valentine's Day.
God gives me the power to understand,
that we can no longer hold your hand.
The sands of time pass graciously,
until we meet for eternity.
My unconditional emotion has no end.
Like the flowers in the spring and your spirit in the wind.
My hands are empty without you to hold.
My soul cries out alone in the cold.
My tears still fall and I wipe them away.
God gave me the strength to kneel and pray,
and send you our love this Valentine's Day.


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Falling up!!!

Soul ascending
freeing
weightless thoughts
lifted shoulders
eyes to nowhere
searching 
plunging its way to abandonment.....
sounds whisper
light 
sight unrestored
cautious heart....
Flaming bird
sweeping.....


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I Messed Up

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


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Traveling Companion

Three stars to the dream pierce
and I find you sitting there,
forlorn
absorbed
and lost in sickle thoughts
I rush to metal supermarkets
and bring you gifts of spirit,
paper roses
lead balloons
and melted ice in buckets
You laugh like rivers bubbling
over stones and odd appendages,
snapping,
pulling
yourself right out of silver dreams
I hold your hand in transit
from three stars to nowhere really
alone
with you
as we're half way now to sleep...


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The Serenity of Love

The serenity of love
cascades from above
far up from the heavens
like teardrops of rain
from angels in pain
crying for the lack of compassion

Searching for the source
that motivates with force
that attracts the opposites
who are tired of the same
all of them say that love
made them almost go insane

The peace that comes with age
is never presented as a promise
you must find it but I'll be honest
it hides behind a wall of trials
that make it harder and harder to smile

But when you arrive 
arrive for yourself
for no other desire
for nobody else
when nothing at all
is ever enough
seek out the serenity of love


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When I Rise

When I rise
Early in the morning
My mind is spinning with thoughts
You ask me
"How can you be so energetic?"

I have no answer
I feel like I have always embraced the morning
When I go to bed
I fall asleep instantly
This gift has granted me my sanity

My mind feels fresh
Ideas flow like water from my soul
I am anxious to put pen to paper
Or should I say finger to screen
Paper seems a lifetime ago

I never know which path my mind will take
My mood and inspiration ever changing 
Drawn to the past or present
Perhaps to a future I previously never imagined
Sometimes experiencing sadness, but never for long
Enough time spent there in earlier life

When I look back at the stages of my life
I feel I have lived many lives
Somehow through all of them, I have arrived here
The reconstituted me
Almost unrecognizable from the earlier evaporated self
Confidence where none previously existed
Joy replacing fear
No more pretending, I can be me
I don't have to wear a perpetual smile
I have permission to cry
Laughter now flows from deep within me
Love is no longer something to be protected from
My heart is vulnerable and safe

Now when I rise
I look at you and I am thankful 
I was made to be with you
You know the past present and the potential of me
You smile
And I know it is going to be another good day


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50 GODS

                                            Dear God, If you're here God
                                            Make the fire disappear when they stare God
                                            Take away my fear when they interfere God
                                            Do you fear God? Cause I feel God

                                                             Nicki Minaj, Girl on Fire, Remix


   _______________________________


God on the tongue and God within iris,
God knotting the throb of umbilical cords, 
God of new giggle, God of old death rattle,
God grieving the beast that has become man.

Millions of inked pages printed in the script of God,
The bow of viola lifted by the will of God,
Watercolours bled thru the schemes of God,
Beatbox, God. Hip hop, God. Rock and Roll, God.

Each empty cell, rusting, God in Alcatraz, 
God weeping down an IV that spills chemotherapy,
Woven in the rough threads of shelter blankets: God,
The coins in a can: God; clean needles: God,
God putting out fires and searching rubble.
God in amber alerts, God greening sod.

God the prosthetic, the glass eye, sign language.
Some wheel down the ramps of God,
The girl with Down’s syndrome speaks the gospel of God,
The boy with autism rocks to God.

God in cradle, God in grave,
God prodding the overly-fed, God pleading,
God nodding, God waiting,
God here, God there, 
God watching over the odd, the jaded, whores and barhops,
God fading scars, God shooting stars,
God fighting to end the blight of wars.

Seen as spirit guide, Brother Wolf, Sister Moon: God,
Seen as Mohammed,: God ,
Seen as Christ, Seen as YHVH, Seen as Para Brahman,
Tao God, Zen God, Mami Wata God.

God in apologies and God saying, I am an alcoholic,
God mixing marriages, God coupling same sexes,
God marching peacefully, God on hunger strikes,
God surrounding, God internalizing. 

God is as real as breath.
The myth is Godlessness.  

Amen


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Searching the Stars


O, Mystery Spirit of the night
That offers such quiet tonight
By the light of your stars, bring calm.

O, Mother Spirit of the moon 
That wipes away sorrowful mood
By your shimmering light, take it away soon.

O, Jupiter, Spirit Power of the Milky Way 
Let these angry ghosts be swallowed whole
To no return into the night's black holes.

O,  Venus, Spirit Beauty of everlasting love
Open our hearts to the true love from above
By the warmth of your light, teach us how.

O, Father spirit of the Universe
You inspire us with the quiet of the night
The mystery of stars that bring calm, 
The peace of the moon that heals
The strength of Jupiter that helps us through
The grace of Venus that helps us love again.

O, Mystery Spirit of the night
That offers such quiet at night
Just by the light of your stars,
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

By CarolineCécile, June 15, 2009.


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Moving On

A test of limits
to crumble a palace
half constructed of dreams
and rebuilt hopes, manufactured
from old green pastures
torn fallow by divots of
malevolent life, a chasm forged
of intimacy far too close, no
stage to act upon in test runs
or delight
Change ushers forth from barren
lands, but only when day breaks
does the earth, so saddened, find
the courage to respond.


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a kiss of sunshine

The trees flicker past her eyes through the tinted windows of the bus.
She leans back her head and lets it rest on the seat.
The obtrusive sounds of fellow school students are enough to make her mad,
But the sunshine softly kisses her cheeks, making her glow,
Comforting her and taking her deeper into thought.


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Simple Blessings

I love how the cool breeze caresses my face
tickling my lips
and tossing my hair playfully

It brings life to the silence of the dull, Autumn day
and forces smiles on grim faces

I adore the crinkling of leaves underneath my bare feet
sending a thrilling chill up my body
and quickening my heart with every step I take

It lifts the spirits of small children
and sends their innocent laughter through the air, touching hearts along the way

How wonderful the sprinkling drops of water are
as they tease my skin with their touch
and I cannot help but feel genuine joy

These days come often
but are rarely seen as they are

Beautiful
Cheerful
and a simple yet intricate blessing from God


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A Vision

A vision of your pale features comes to mind-sight Your life eyes smile intelligence and reassurance Finger-points bloom around us—connecting light I yearn to embrace your heart and feel your love To enshroud myself in heaven’s doves Pastures and streams have led me straight to you And the last thing I want to do is turn away Scattering willowy clouds our way A lone raindrop falls from my death eye and trickles It seeps into the ground to avoid you As the waters of sustenance sift in currents Longing too for eternal bonds The lilies and sunbeams wish to shape your smile My hand lifts—stretching out shakily to you As you move ever nearer in the bright Our hands touch—fingertips electrified A surge of pain and patience running through us both It has been far too long a departure My hand no longer shakes the secret fear Lips slowly meet—forming one being Hands interlace and bodies decide You are so sure of what you do That doubt flees from my deceased view Revealing space for the only form You and I Eternity greets reality Dreams welcome fate


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Solitude

                                    Painting......

                      Mythical clouds   and branches...........

                            Evergreens

                       Daydreams,

                   roads into the summer trees.

                 Rough black silhouettes,

               roots between

         the dark and light.

                            Skies bursting

            without falling.

                             Swallowing the edges

                                  of an evening

                                            Solitude.


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My wish

If I had one wish
It would be to
have world peace
no more killing each other 
no more suffering and pain
no more head and heart aches
no more wars
no more racism
no more crying
the sun will shine
Peoples' lives will be filed
with nothing but joy and happiness
If this could come true
The world would be a better place


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Razor Blade State of Mind

I'm in a razor blade state of mind,
A place of darkness that's hard to find.

I sleep tangled in a blanket of pain,
On a mattress full of mayhem.
The darkness surrounds me
And there's nothing I can do. 
My past has become the lightning rod,
The only means by which my future
Can seem to conduct itself.
But who do I think I'm fooling;
What's an orchestra without a conductor? 

I once sang out loud,
But now I'm drowned.
The body electric left
Somewhere in a field,
Where it ceases to breathe.
We have no hope here,
We have no hope left. 

My mind is like my verse;
Jumbled and pointlessly poignant,
Hopelessly optimistic.
Scarred and scared and sacred,
It means so much nothing
That it's bound to mean something.

I am everything I despise,
Nothing that I admire;
I am sweat and I transpire,
Not so wet like fire. 
I'm in a razor blade state of mind,
I tell the truth but I'm a liar.


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First Breath after Death

I used to live, within a dream
a small cog in the consumer machine
materialism dazzled, with an intriguing gleam
I wanted so much, I nearly burst at the seam.

Then I awakened a voice inside
which promised to take me on a much greater ride
I wasn't sad....when the old me, he died
It was with joy not sorrow, I sat there and cried.

A second chance, I'm born again
alleviation of all of that pain
I've been cleansed, by a conscious rain
which opened the Pineal bit of brain.

I felt alive, but I acted dead
I took little notice of anything said,
Now, I find my own truths instead
spoken by a voice inside my own head.

The transition was mightily fast
27years changed, after one night had passed
I never knew I was only flying at half mast
thinkin' I was winnin' but really comin' last!

But truth's not heard
if you walk with the herd
can't fly freely, or soar like a bird
if you believe, every single damn word.

The message which now flows through me
is filled with a positive and sacred Divinity.

I swam the sea of despair, as if it wasn't even there
I crossed the abyss of wisdom, on a shaky rope bridge
I sipped from the fountain of knowledge
and I drank it dry, I now feel really high
why don't you give it a try? Kiss that old life goodbye,
Life's so much better, after you die!!


A poem by John-Ovan.P.Hull to be entered in the Coming of Age poetry contest.
©John-Ovan.P.Hull


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Quietly ... breathing

Turn down the insanity
and
  take my hand
fingers splayed
in
  hopeful return
of
secrets half known
  of you
wished fully by me


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The World Needs You, Lord

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


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I Can't Wait For The Day When I Can Finally Be Myself

I can't wait for the day when I can finally be myself.
Nothing to hide.
Free.
Brave.
Fearless.
As God created me to be.


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Weeping Willow

Elongated branches
Lingering...
Poignant yet picturesque
Pointed little leaves
So comely and lush
The breeze
makes them dance
Quivering and shiver
Intricately entwined tree stalk
Robust and rugged is its center
The gust
makes it sway
As if it hears music
Distanced far away
Or...
sweetly whispering
To stay and pray.


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A Burnt Evening Waltz

When the wind