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When the Flowers of Youth Fell

When the Flowers of Youth Fell

Winter stayed late that year
courting Spring with a fury.
Beautiful gifts of snow
and dazzling ice, he gave her.
It was during such courtship
I found myself lost -- adrift
in a place that once was ....
decades from this century.

Where mud and blood held hands
beneath duty and honour
and kindred flowers fell
to sounds of bugle and drum.

Smoke arose through Spring's tears.
Images of Blue and Grey
pilfered my breath as cannons 
rained thunder upon the brave.

How was this happening?
This was not where I belonged!
My time was not this place
and I wanted to go home.
Where Winter courted Spring
and snowmen fell -- not flowers --
upon the muddy ground
as snow reigned upon the brave.

The smell of gun powder
danced about my head and nose
like spirits for the faint --
arousing life ... far from home. 
"Get down! Get down! Get down!"
The half-crazed voice plunged me 
into the mud and blood
and I lay frozen in fear
beneath his weight ... and the cold. 
So cold, no hearts were beating, 
no breaths were being drawn, 
just the smell of sweat and blood.
The smell of rain and death.

Clutched tightly in his pale fist 
a tattered blood-stained note
bore the words, "Please ... for
mama ...."      
I tried but could not scream. 
And, I felt daylight passing ....

As shadows took the brave,
Winter's folly tamed sweet Spring
with final coats of snow ....
and snowmen fell -- not flowers. 

3.08.2013
Deborah Burch


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In the Dark of the Strand

Marquees bright, and neon lights, where crowds line up for movie night
We're holding hands, we're in 'The Strand', red velvet carpets guide us in

Popcorn smokes, .. drinking cokes,...  cracking jokes with Bing and Hope
Lamour's along, in her sarong,... With luscious lips, and cigarettes, 
She fills ashtrays with smoking tips, and tosses guys like poker chips


         'Movietone'  intrudes with news, which puts us in somber mood
         Third-Reich goosesteps  march again,  ... an evil presence in the wind...


Cary Grant , (a news reporter),  loves his girl, and his typewriter
"His Girl Friday", plot is witty, sometimes crazy.  But Cary loves this ditzy lady.... 

William Powell and Mryna Loy..., Asta barks, and finds a toy, ...a ploy? a clue?,....
...an earring gold.  The mystery is clearly solved.--  A crimson sun, is rising cold!


        Movietone in black and white,... graphic scenes, where soldiers die


Another night, suspense on chart.  'Correspondent' ,  Joel McCrea. 
Saves Lorraine, and claims the Day.  BUY WAR BONDs !! They'll pave the way

Bogart, Bergman bring to light, a valiant flght , within their grasp
Airline ticket, in her hand, they must part, and do what's right, no questions asked

----

          It's movie night, but you aren't here, a troopship took you far from here
           Allied troops are moving tanks.  I wait for you..God give me strength




       I'm in the Strand, within the dark,  there's no one here to hold my hand

       I'm all alone...........I heard the news....................You left it all in Anzio




_____________________________________
For Contest Chopped III Sponsored by Craig Cornish
11/23/14


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Keeping Time

There is a way in time
When from Perception’s peak the world is too wide
do the Vertigos shut their eyes to walk
where idle men are bad men and all
their thoughts combine into machines
And out of means ends produce
new worlds
smaller worlds

with narrow eyes
Come,  narrow views
Where the vistas are ripe
there is food for all

the Dramatis Personae
It is a great opera
and many are the houses

The houses are full of people
Give them a part, a place
where the voices echo – echo – echo
and happy are the players
who gather the echoes

Eye
the resplendent Conductors
draped in all their finery

Aye
When the batons fall best start
the run major

The play is
It is beginning
The spilling! The spilling!
And nowhere to run but the funnel,
a tunnel of blood

overrun with blood
where the blood is the play, the lot and the thing
when the thing is the matter
of time
too much


- A. H. Sewell 02.23.2015

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9 11

                                    
                                                               
                             America the Free  ~             America the Brave ~
                           Freedom with price              Capitalism attacked
                            the many taken                   hearts broken still
                              one World                           try to rebuild
                            sadness and tears               fall hard with fears  
                            guilt by association             many accused still
                             souls evaporated                shattered dreams 
                            tears fall on innocence          left with anger 
                             The proud fearless             knew the inevitable
                              policeman fireman             many lives lost
                            grieving does not stop           12 years later    
                               New York city once          proud  & shameless 
                             refusing to let fears in          protecting ours 
                                left in shock still              question's unanswered                    
                               nothing learned                     nothing gained  
                                ready to attack                   many left behind
                              anger greets denial              anger meets rage 
                               unacceptable still                 refusing new love 
                            wanting days to rewind           let us go back in time 
                              acceptance  allowing           the victims leave in peace
                              the brave taken young           leaving us sadly old
                               haunting dreams                     lost spirits dwell
                               no answers to hate            never forgetting that day
                               Evil entered suddenly              unforgiving fate
                                entering our City                we stand with the fallen
                                 How to fix                            how do we Change 




           
            This can be read many different ways ~ This is a poem I am so proud to write ~









          


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Crying In Whisper

In my country,
Seeing smoky sky
Is nothing,
But Killing kids kills
Me everyday, every minute
Every second,
No matter with
Thundering bullets
Or lightening rockets;
It is being our daily habit
No more choices:
To die or but to die
Silently without even a whispered Cry,
Or a small bit of a registered grave;
It is happening now just in my country!


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

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


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Not too cold yet

The season's first snow
fell today
just a dusting but enough 
to excite. 
The kids and dogs
dashed about 
delighting in the 
new found flakes, 
cold but 
not too cold yet.

On the other side 
of the world 
the day's first drones 
struck  today.
The kids and dogs.
dashed about 
but no one 
was delighted;
the dead 
cold but
not too cold yet.


Revised 9/8/2014; first written soon after 11/09/2001. I changed a specific county to 'the other side of the world' and 'missiles' to 'drones', but not much else has changed.


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Where Fools Rush In

This is where I come to cry....
I hold my breath, my mouth is dry
with dreadful words too hard to tell

This is where I come to kneel
The grave where flesh and stone and steel
lie fused as one
A shrine to mourn and shed our tears
and pray for peace
to One who holds the earth in place

The sound of pain blows in the wind
I lift my eyes up high, to Him
and, there I see where dark wings flew
We did not know the world would fall 
It came to pass where there is hate 
we learned too late to change the end

The smoke will drift as new winds blow
Where does it go, those waves of war?

No one knows ....the time, ..the place, or when, 
but it will come, and that is sure
once more with shores to seek and scores to keep
 ....and then, and then, and then, ....
more will weep!...Will it be here... will it be there? 
Will it remain, on far off shores?
Or at our door?
War for them, and war for us, and one by one, and on and on, it goes and goes 

The rush of wind to win the race, of war and pain.
And war remains to gust again.  Again again...to rain more tears

How will it end...?   The end of man...?  Is that our fate...?

Bow down the heart, for man has made a rule of war
Bow down the heart, for man has made us fools for war
Will sun and moon and stars look down, and look for proof ...
                                                               of why the world went  ......poof ?  



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THE LOWEST OF THE LOW

You may see me out on the streets Lying curled up in a foetal position my sleeping bag in a shop doorway Trying to get a few hours sleep here in my latest home in cardboard city … I never stay more than a few nights in one place can never really settle; these streets aren’t safe You may see me out on the streets I’m sitting on the cold damp pavement with an empty coffee cup in my hand Hoping for a coin or two so I can have some real food in my aching belly Still you hurry past, trying to avoid making eye contact… Believe me, it’s so degrading rummaging in the litterbins like a wild animal But some days it’s the only way I can get any food to eat The biting cold and wet weather is my worst enemy I can never get warm even when the sun shines This is no life, just a way of surviving another day Guess you think I’m a waster, a dirty tramp You walk on by; judge me without knowing what lead me to life on the streets Bet you think I’m a druggie or an alcoholic I guess most people seem to think that They see my filthy clothes, straggly hair and grey beard Just five years ago I was like many of you I had a career, a beautiful wife, and two lovely children Spent many months away from home fighting for my country But then I got sent to Afghanistan… I saw scenes no man should ever have to witness I was traumatised Forever suffering flashbacks of the faces of those innocent people The children, oh those children – made me think of my two boys back at home I couldn’t cope any more, had a total mental breakdown I was a broken man … My wife could no longer deal with the mood swings , the erratic behaviour The Army did little to help – discharged me on health grounds, then basically abandoned me Now I’ve lost everything … my wife, family, my dignity Many of the people you see on the streets are like me … We all have a story to tell, but no one gives us the time of day Passers by avert their eyes and hurry past like we are invisible Your eyes may tell you one thing… but please don’t judge me Because you don’t know me 07~21~15


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There is Nothing to Say About It

There is Nothing to Say About It


There is nothing to say about it
No words to describe it at all  
There are no words at all to describe 
the mass slaughter of innocents,
the relentless malignant progressions of
the evil black-moving cloud of terminations,
the toxic metastasizing ooze of outright annihilations,
the blood-gurgling regurgitations, and
the blood-spurting decapitations.
There is nothing to say about it.
Nothing to say at all.
No words to describe 
the hopeless piercing cries of the infidels 
the whimpering terrified pleadings of the condemned
the silent gasping inhalations of the dying
There is nothing to say about it.
No words to describe it at all!
My heart at 62 years has not seen anything like this at all!
Never anything like this at all!
I have not seen this outrageous slaughter before at all!
There is nothing to say, except…
These are the days!
The days of this unkind hour; 
the days before the great onslaught!
Before this massive earthly descent to the lowest places,
the smelly dank places, 
the rotting miasma of the dead places.
There are no words to describe it!
There is nothing to say at all!




 


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The Black Dragon

So arid this desert....

   where the tumbleweeds blow,

   and the snake makes his nest;

   not a dry deed could wet the lips of desire,

   and raise from dead things ---- life 

   with war and antiquity ----


The mummy cannot speak....

   but mumbles evil ----

   'Gold! Gold!'  

   ....'til it runs out.....


The 'long' arms of the law

   haven't even banged upon the devil's front gate;

   the 'laissez-faire' ----


Though the bombs drop like tear(drops)

   in the darkest corners of the world,

   to picnic on the first day of war,

   and gorge upon peace.....


Little Illuminati generals.....

   pawns for the great hog upon his throne;

   who has waged death upon the whole world,

   .....shadows deep (with sable scale)

   black dragon keeps his poised tail

   to crush the school of man;


To reverse the footprints of Christ,

   and the wisdom of Buddha,

   and the glorious faith of Mohamed ----


The churches are failing fast for the 'written' word,

   and not the fire in the heart;

   where God forged wisdom to all men,


And not the scroll which does not breathe,

   cannot see,

   cannot stop the bombs from dropping.....


For how can all the world preach peace ---- 

   with a pistol 'neath its thickest pillow?


Love has no cause to be afraid,

   to mistrust like a nervous wind,

   and blow accusations where it may..... 


What cannot be harmed has no need to attack,

   but sits upon the lap of faith,

   assured in its security ----


To build evolution on the lips of children,

   for their minds see wonder in God's creations

   and hope in the growing, 

   with little flowers in their soft thoughts.....

   and new whims in innocent joy;


We have learned to love what we once could not,

   ' White Swan Black Swan, ' clemency ----

   Equality.... but a nudge she claims the throne,

   a Queen most fair to sting the dark dragon eyes,


Where eternity shall not echo his name

   nor (all) the children tend his darkling tomb,

   for he peered too long into the eyes of the abyss,

   with one eye open.....


Sleep dragon! Sleep!

   death is upon thee like the night in thy armor!

   slip into the caverns of the deep,

   and be no more.....


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War-Locked with a Poet Destory

Ha!
Warlock of Poetry!
your move will turn you into shamrock!
That girl will beat you down 
and when you beg for her to stop 
the only thing she'll do 
is kick dirt in your face
She will kill all your hope
for ever claiming the title of slam champ
and she WILL have you bow to her
as she has done to many
just do what the rest of them do
Run the hell away!
Failure is the only option 
of which you survive...

Man, your poetry is "odd"
It's plot is non-exsistant 
and your game is un-played
your lust is the only fire you command
and everything else is just wrong
dude, she's going to win...
and if you even think of slamming me
you will be thrown aside
like love letter drafts
in the trash basket
so chill out
and don't get killed
you my warlock friend
are going down!


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Warring Hypocrisy

I toss the coin anxiously
For both sides perturb and dazzle me…

The first side, well, it is a beauty to say the least
It is clear, crisp, like fresh pages of a favorite book
Peace offers a stronghold in its rhythmic and quiet composure
It is unassuming in all that it is…it is truth, with open arms
Like droplets of rain against my neck, 
It is refreshing to caress its cooling pages, 
Best of all, it heals when I choose to feel it and live it…
This side is strong, and often shames my desire for the other…

The other side, I gaze upon it often, its presence so shocking
I often doubt it even exists as much as I sense in my life
Then I remember that it surrounds me,
A universe of glow aching to crawl into my night
Wishing to embrace me, so it may reveal its secrets to me
I am drawn to its perplexity, its grand design…
Its fiery resilience silences my prayers to puddles of pleasure
It is a hard-heated side becrossing all sides… stopping all resistance…

I toss the coin high, mindful of its landing,
Though as it does it spins furiously upon my heart and mind,
 Caught in the blurry winds of dissonance and rivalry

How distressing it is to see them collide together in all that they are…
For I want them both to win…I want them both desperately
But only one side will dominate in the end
And only I know who will win,
As I set this silent war of hypocrisy

Free…
Free into the stars, where that unknown wisdom will be revealed in future days
I had to set it free…
For there are still other sides we must struggle to let go of
Touched by so many hands before us…
We must choose the side to say goodbye to
As we fight to focus our fleeting attention
Upon the one and only side that will touch the face of Providence 

-For Justin Bordner's "What is Your Hypocrisy?" Contest <3-


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What is it Good For?

I'm not either victor or defeated
I'm neither old nor young
War... What is it good for?
   Motivations, calculations
   Temptations, negotiations
To protect the livelihood 
To inflict punishment 
To guard the national pride
To prevent the loss of resources
   Accusations, provocations  
   Proclamations, exhortations
To eliminate a possible menace
To preserve the order of the world
To bring an outlet for aggression 
To create mourning, why not?
   Delegations, corporations
   Orchestration, instigation
To justify our morality, Your Honor
To give freedom, Honorable Representative
To protect our interest, Mr. Senator
To make them believe it, Mr. President
   Aberrations, depredations,
   Desecrations, perturbations,
Recruit spics, niggers and white trash
Our country do not discriminate
   Populations, migrations
   Segregation, elimination
To defend our boundaries
To pay for a higher education
To disregard human life  
To use our animal behavior
   Detonations, amputation
   Rehabilitation, cremation
For international disputes
For secret treaties
For balance of powers
For the economic view of war
   Consideration, speculation
   Starvation, exploitation
Who orders the war? Who undertakes the war?
The benefits must be greater than the cost
"Heroes are for Free."
"Order 300 Medals of Honor ...to be awarded posthumously."
   Conflagration, lubrication?
   Confrontation, penetration?
Peace is the lapses we deserved to prepare the next war
Military tactics, strategy, logistics...operational art
We need those angry young men to kill other angry young males 
Between the ages of 18 and 30...we can manipulate them
   Demarcations, evacuations 
   Allegations, compensations
To collect reparations and concessions from the defeated nations. 
To reduce unemployment…To bring our country out of the Depression
   Usurpation, domination
   Victimization, vilification
Humanity's highest activities are courage, honor, and heroism
Anxiety, flashbacks and nightmares?
Difficulty falling or staying asleep?
Anger and hyper vigilance?
   Adoration,ovation
   S. S. Administration
For their extraordinary heroism
For assaulting an enemy position and aiding a fallen soldier
For covering an enemy grenade with their bodies to protect fellow soldiers
For the greater horror their parents can, could, may, might, would ever experience
War... What is it good for?


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An Angel in Disguise

and deep I went, to the master's pit,
a leech, a brand-fire, saw I lit,  then
down among the throbbing roar, there 
stood a spectre, drenched in gore


when challenged, did he rant and rave, 
to find me in his abyss, his cave;
from whence he came I know not where,
for mine was but to answer, not enquire

then stripped I of his molten coat, in the
form of a goat, thinking was Beelzebub undone;
but to my great surprise, Apollyon it was, 
in masterly disguise

and seeing me now, Gabriel, in full light, he thrust his fiery 
sword to smite, the one God loves, (indeed tis me),
but I crushed his stink and broke off free

he turned and smite me yet again, the pain of death 
drove me insane; but lost the blow, in this great fore,
I called on my father for strength, four score; and I the
 "fallen angel", so to speak, plunged my sword into his beak


and when his black light came near no more, and threw his 
poison to the floor, to fight so thus, and give no quarter, was 
my want, his needful slaughter;

and now at twilights shimmering scar, of timid moonlight's
evil bar, the pit, when entered, carries no threat; for paid 
brave Gabriel,  Apollyon's debt.




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Be My Guarantee, Make Love to Me

Make love to me, baby
Cradle me
Soothe me
Pacify me
I have but you to chase them away
These demons I try to hold at bay
Tomorrow is not guaranteed
Nothing is real anyway
It's all a dream
Nothing will stay
It will all one day melt away
Why wait?
Let the melting begin
In this heat between you and me
…make me melt
In this fire
Make love to me

Nothing else but you in candle light
Nothing by your face above mine
Nothing but your hands all over me
Nothing but your scent clinging to me
Nothing but you
Now….HERE
Make love to me

Make love to me
Oh, make it last and last
Eternity past forgotten
Eternity future
May never come
Eternity present is here
In this moment
Don’t rush
To your body...crush
Hush
Every other noise
But the panting of my heart
whispered moans
Your name bursting 
From trembling lips
Don’t let anything else
Take your mind away from me
The world doesn’t exist
the universe?
It's only lies 
It’s here
My universe in your eyes
Blazing comets of desire
Combusting into me
All that was ever meant to be
Will be
Just..
Make love to me

Close your ears
To these sounds of war
In this shelter
Be safe
Close your ears
To the deafening blasts
They won't last
We will
Forget the ground shaking
The world being torn apart
Tear off my clothes
Shake me
Let me quake
In the blast of your passion
Fill your ears with the sounds of me
Thundering ecstasy
Deafening heartbeats
My voice telling you….breathlessly
You are who you’re meant to be
A lover not a fighter
A lover of me
Make love to me

We may not live another week
Baby…not another day
Nothing is guaranteed
Just this hour
This moment of melding into one
Coming undone
Flesh on flesh reality
I close my eyes
And let myself go free
Who cares what becomes of me
Right now, right here
Paradise is sinking into me…
As you make love
As you make that sweet love
To ME...

Eileen Manassian


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Hello Mum

It’s not what she hears that day
No. It’s what she sees, 
The image very nearly killed her
The neighbours say the scream was heard two blocks away
Though she can’t recall hearing what was said

No. It’s what she sees alright
Even to this day, she can feel the envelope
She can see the “WESTERN UNION” through the milky window
She can see the “THE SECRETARY OF WAR DESIRES ME TO EXPRESS…”
What she doesn’t hear, is what the Telegram Boy had to say

She still has the Telegram
Its yellow parchment a little brittle, the typed words 
“HIS DEEP REGRET THAT YOUR SON…” a little smudged, tears she guesses
Though she doesn’t remember any tears, they came later
Along with the pain of not knowing, and the sorrow of knowing

Then almost a year to that day, it’s not what she hears
But what every mother would want to see
What every mother would want to feel
And every mother would dearly love to hear
“Hello mum, I’m home…”



8 May 2015
Craig Cornish’s Poetry Contest “A Mother’s Ears”


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A Lamenting Mother:

 War has stolen my children,
War snatched my sweetest things, god’s given;
War robbed my children from being ‘hidden’
War demolished my tiniest hope,
War has made me a body without soul.
I’ve seen bullets killing my children,
I’ve heard babies cry,
It maims my soul the way babies die;
I have nowhere to fly.
War didn’t spare a single child,
Bombs fell on smiling babies,
Weapons snatched our babies from cradle,
Ignominious war sent them to grave.
I’ve seen atrocious appearance of war,
To raise my voice I dare,
I am solo face on crowd
You can’t kill us blasting bombs loud,
I will finally hold revenge’s sword,
I want to listen my baby’s shout.
Where are my bubbly chirpy children?
When shall this war end?
When will the toys get back their owner?
When shall they again play with dolls?
War has taken over one million children,
War has made moms bed-ridden,
War has turned off the way of life,
War owed everything to malice.
Why did war kill Zelena’s new born?
Why did it take away 5 yrs old Adnaan?
Regina’s little head struck by splinter
My heart is dead like cold winter.
I play with soft toys of my children,
I weep over their lost childhood
I kiss their tiny fur shoes,
I wash their colorful clothes 
To lessen my woes!!
I shake Sana’s round rattle,
I count days of battle
My lips get chapped,
My tears get dried,
But I never stop waiting,
For my little children to return,
War can’t rob our children,
It just robs the future citizens!! 



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Inherent Swimming

Stepping past the crater towards your door,
     I am reminded of warm days
surrendered in flowery abandon while
     brushing against cool veins of
leafy promise, requiring only the slightest
     compassion for the flow of life.

The scope of our crusade sings bitter,
     like absinthe in a Fanta bottle;
tangs of anise and wormwood persist
     within ether's truthful vision
resisting factory flavors in a curtain,
     velvet reminders of flesh.

Lap your moistened shape. You dissolve,
     my expectant sugar cube, no longer
made jagged by expectation or campaign
     but fragile again, doughy in
blissful rapture upon my snacking,
     curling up in a fetal calm

until we flow once more with the surge
     propelling us entangled yet
unencumbered, finally breathing our
     amniotic potential within this
spiritual umbilical making my stomach
     spin within these tugs of finality,

despite my carpenter's heart yearning to
     mend or create. Do arrogance and
industry compel mankind's devastation? Such
     a question drifts unanswered as I
kiss your wrist before strapping on my boots
     to hurl my blood into the fray.


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Art Of War

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

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

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

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

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

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

© Raymond Ngomane


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Teardrops In Paradise Protest Write II

We`re on our way
Visiting good old friends from Norway
Now living in Turkey
Its the smiling country

We got everything we need..and more so
Romantic evenings with candlelights on the table
Eating out everyday,and watching the perfect sunset
The scenery is beyond spectacular

Not so nice sceneries comes sneaking into my thoughts
TV news shows an infant,shot to death..right through her chest
Another infant penetrated by grenade splints,now laying dead on a table
Her father screams in pure anger,anxiety and endless grief
More than 200 innocent civilians found,sliced to death by the army
Schools..hospitals are being used as canon targets
Civilians being forced to walk infront of tanks..defenceless kids most of them
Just in case resistance groups should make any attempt to stop these heavily armed forces

They are used as living targets
All within the hour from a holiday paradise in Turkey

Tears are shed for you..brothers and sisters
Your life is bleeding out of you..but your spirit will fight `til the bitter end
How cruel..How unfair it all is in this world
My thoughts and prayers are with you Syria


A.Ertsland
April 4th 2012




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Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 


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16 Years Of War

                         ~My True Story 16 Years Of War~

!6 years of living in fear every minute, 16 years living with barely 
any electricity,water, food,hurt from humiliation standing 
in line for hours to maybe obtain a loaf of bread for my children, 
some days due to lack of water, we would shower from the pouring 
rain on the roof,and for us that was a good day.
 
The fear of being stopped at a barrier from the militia, and if they 
decide to kill at the time, we would have been a good target, 
agonizing each day not knowing when a lost bomb would 
penetrate our roof tops,or bedrooms,running down for shelter 
at our neighbors first floor home,sometimes days in the same 
clothes no food,not even a drop of water,as we could not move 
from the hilarious shelling,bullets aimed at us the innocent who had 
nothing to do with politics and war.

We lived without once hearing a siren so we can run to the
shelter,nothing indicated where the shells will land,we had 
sometimes to cross the street to hide in our church,or other 
gatherings to escape the guerillas.

The only way to know if I can go to work and kids to 
university,was listen to the radio just to guess which way 
was safer to drive,many times over the years, bombs landed
not far from my car,had to leave and run underneath it
as a protection,my eldest son was once kidnapped for 3 days, 
once the banging on our door so loud, they came to take 
my children to fight with them, because they lacked 
men on the field.

Days I would arrive late to work due to the bombs.
My fear progressed as I was doomed and sensed disaster.
In summer we had no air condition due to no electricity,
in winter we had no heating,days we slept with our winter 
coats if we were not already in the shelter,16 years of war 
we slept awake.

My strength out of love to both my children,they graduated 
my eldest became an architect,and the youngest became a 
lawyer.
Had to send them away at a very early age,left alone with
my husband at the time. My duty was fulfilled when they 
both left. 

A happening that happened during that war,was my secret 
for years and years,I hid it,I kept it alive inside of me,not to 
allow anyone discover how I died and lived only because of 
my love towards my children,I was hiding for years,now only
something stirred deep in me,a voice,begging me to come
at peace within myself,is the only way to write it down,as 
enough is enough,no details,I will write,none to ask what,
why,when,who,only the rape happened,my spirit and soul
agonized,now I am a free woman.No more tears, no more
fears.

Today in a new country of freedom accepted me 25 years ago 
as a political refugee, I am very happy, my children are safe,
As we did survive 16 years of a major war in our country.

Freedom is so beautiful,feeling safe having showers,eating,
variety of food,getting a heater to remain warm,air condition 
during summer,driving with no fear,walking with a sense of
freedom,it took us a while to return to normal,
the truth became beautiful due to the transformation of our 
inner spirits,living in the depth of darkness for years took 
sometime to regroup our inner souls to run far from darkness
and live into the light again. Free At Last.

Therese Bacha
7 September 2014 
Contest for 


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Things Fall Apart

Adamant mindsets
In a modern setup,
Vibrant visions evaporates
To emptiness, nothingness and waywardness.
Leaving the people in stark darkness,
Leading to nowhere,
As penury is declared "king",
Hunger succeeds the throne
As blind leaders  hardened the 
Economy like bone.
Giving peanuts to the peasants
But gold for the wealthy,
Oh! what a chess game in the midst
Of blind spectators.....
Mothers swaying in tattered rags,
Struggling with drying breasts which 
Produces the hopeful milk of the skinny infants...
Children strolling with empty plates
Searching for who to wet their throats.
Fathers planting courage and assurance,
Hoping the land will be milky someday,
Yet the center is not holding
For heads are plenty but the brains are few...
Therefore turning weakening hearts
To marauding crooks,
Victimizing themselves,
Staining their whites,
Be litling their lives,
Insulting their hands
Making the land stink,
While Africa bears the smell,
To the detriment of her virtue. 
Our agricultural and peaceful 
"green white green", they've turned to 
A dark and bloody "red black red".
Now who leads who in this
Criminal war front, corrupt justice
And indecisive generation?
Things fall apart when truth step aside,
Evil takes the lead when black minds
Score the goal...
Things fall apart when the people can't merge.


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The Cold War

I am winter's nemesis.I fight it tooth and nail.
In my youth it declared a war on me.
When I licked that icy rail.
Winter has many weapons to choose from.
Fear not for so do I.
A call my shovel Excali-burrr
My Ranger has four wheel drive
But winter's arsenal is no laughing matter
Icicles sent to impale, and black ice is its deadly device
But the human spirit is not that frail

I am winter's nemesis, and though it muffles all sound
This war is raging with bitter disdain.
My driveway the battle ground
I shall not relinquish my parking spot
to your mindless rabble of flakes
So bow to me you wretched season
For I shall never tire. 
and my staunch ally will soon be spring
and together we will force a cease fire

For I am winter's nemesis
And these walls shall not be breached
Until my tour of duty is done
and I retire to Miami beach


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Urgent Call for Love

 Urgent Call for Love

The evil axis has been burning
Who rules the land? It’s now very vague.
The second son must get out of old Al Sham
And meet the hungry jury in The Hague
The puppet is hanging by his last string
And the judgment day is sure to come
Forty thousand martyrs will be singing
As they join me in my urgent call for love.

The war machine is pregnant and is bloated.
Money births an icy, rigid son.
He grows up in the muck of all this madness,
It arms its addled brother with a gun.
In my world, war is not an option,
Let’s end the chaos with a silken glove
Murdered angels soar among the heavens
Please join me, in my urgent call for love.

I’d love to build a mass market dart board
With mug shots of the Senators and House
I’d load it on an App and shoot the darts off
With the quiet, perfect clicking of my mouse.
How can these servants bow before their master?
When Moses had already freed his tethered load?
Make them testify before the one judge
And answer to our urgent call for love

Some years ago a scholar lost his lectern
Because somebody stole my vote away
He spoke his truth in defense of climate
And was told let’s fix it later, not today
When the perfect storm came a calling
It blew our measured lives and hopes astray
 My Mother, here’s an olive branch and white dove
I surrender to the urgent call for love.

The pleading skies and rivers, they have warned us
Their voices rose to wail their tortured song
The veins of life, they have been all corrupted
And darkness has been blinding us in fog.
Insanity bathes in its make shift chambers
It soaks in a vile and filthy marble tub.
Please join in my call for our salvation,
I am humbled,   in my urgent call for love.

Brenda Atry 1/1/2013 copyright pending


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From The Ashes of Auschwitz

Telepathic messages dancing in front of me
Energies left by thousands of freed souls
Their train stopped at Birkenau,Auschwitz
Sickening stench of burnt human flesh..
..lays heavy over the consentration camp
recognized even when the wind blew away from it


Like some new mountain range
They rise themself up from the ashes
Shaking the dust off..
The once deadly gaz has gone out
Cremation ashes has turned to cold leftovers
Nevertheless their spirits lives on
They`ll find their own way out
Out of the relentless Nazi camp

Into a world with pure freedom
No greed,hunger or merciless regimes
Nor any blasphemous,persecuting religions 
All humans raised above hate and inequality
2 million humans met their fates in Birkenau,Auschwitz
6 000 per day..some days twice as many
From the ashes of Auschwitz..
..comes a cry for us to learn from history




A.Ertsland
November 30th 2012

In memory of those arrested and sent to the Nazi consentration camps 70 years ago.
November 26th 1942, 530 Men,Women and Children were chased onboard the German 
ship "Donau",to meet their fate in Auschwitz,Birkenau.By the end of WWII a total of 759
Jews had been deported from Norway to Nazi concentration camps.Only 25 survived...



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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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I'm Standing -(Anaphora)

I’m standing in the gap for children everywhere.
                 Wandering this world of sin and doesn’t have a prayer.

I’m standing in the gap for soldiers everywhere.
               Fighting an earthly war and dodging bullets everywhere.

I’m standing in the gap for the families that are lost
                                  So their souls will turn back to God 
                              and they will come boldly to the cross.
 
I’m standing in the gap for my sisters and my brothers.
                       We must stop this war of hatred 
                          And return to loving one another.

I’m standing in the gap for all of my fellow poets.
                  That your minds will be strengthened and
                          Your soul will be touched.

I’m standing in the gap for everyone who says pray for me.
                  I will intercede for you friends. No matter what the need.
               I will pray for your protection all through out the day.
             I will pray for your healing and the increasing of your faith.
           I will pray for guidance as you go from place to place.
          I will pray for His love, Mercy  and Peace be with you this very day.

I’m standing in the gap for Ezekiel 22:30 says..And I sought for a man 
                           Among them that , should make up the hedge, and 
          stand in the gap before me for the land, that I should not destroy it: 
                                                       but I found none.
I Am Standing In the Gap….
                
      


Patricia Monteiro this one is for you. Inspired from-Who will save the Children... 
Thank you....




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Shock and Awe, Coming Back Home

My friends come home draped in flags 
I pause at the edge of the airplane door
Facing a tunnel leading me to a muffled joy
Strangers tell me I am related to them...
I deny a woman with three kids... her kiss
My friends are slipping in trucks with flags
They are loaded and back doors explode shut...
..............................................................

I wake up in a trench of blood and clean pillows
The same woman from the airport next to me
 Peacefully breathing...and I thought she was dead...
I think I am finally home, fans are not propellers
Camouflage doesn't bear swing sets in backyards
My friends' helmets, guns and boots line up in my head
Patrolling with weapons made of aluminum foil
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There is too much silence for a dead soldier walking...
I think I FEEL the kiss of the woman with three kids ...