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Details | Free verse | |

Didn't Don't

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Didn't Don't
Somebody keeps pulling on the rope to swing the bells
   didn't don't       
            didn't don't
Don't touch it. Don't say it. Don't do it. Don't doubt it. Don't think.

Somebody handcuffs my steps. Somebody determines my boundaries.
Before I fully understand free will, there is a slap on my head
      and phosphenes like stars that command my orbit.
Before I can recognize differences, there is a slap on my hand
      right hand, not left hand...never ambidextrous; 
      and time out is isolation without a trial...and I learn
                               the fear of wrongdoing
                               remote-controlling my existence,
conditional on demand, predesigned
      and easily
      and obviously
      frightened
An aborted freedom escaping into the sewer
trying not to get it on the seat

I'm the observer of other lives, not mine               
tied up and chained, in captivity 
attempting to prove an alibi 
                    for being alive.
No one cares
not even myself

Somebody pulls on the rope to swing the bells
   didn't don't       
           didn't don't
It's dirty. It's ugly. It's bad. It's poo. It's sin.

commitments, commandments... Commandments, Commitments
                               Salvation... Damnation
Sometimes deception makes them ring in a low tone. Sometimes
I do what they say, and not what they do, and not what I want, and not what I think.

                 Through   fragments   of   this   duplicity,
                                               and   this   duplicity, 
I would be able to rebuild myself,
                                and Myself, into another hypocritical being;
and the intentional perversion of the self proclaimed truth,
                                or the liar paradox,
                                will be sovereign
leading to the use of tricks and cotton swabs.

When the remorseless hours run counterclockwise,
I would be happy through imaginary experiences,
consistently depurated,
consistently believed to be true.
             
Would I dare to examine the society in which I've been educated and raised?
Would I dare rip my skin...my flesh off of my bones?
How could I blame them? How could I possibly judge them?
Order and obedience in confabulation...in conspiracy...in complicity

If somebody keeps pulling on the rope to swing the bells
If I'm the only one guarding my own cell
If I'm the jailer, and the convict, and the crime.


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Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Epic | |

The Truth Room

Come with me my Brother,
to a secret place where Light and Shadow line the face with fear and grace,
leave sophmoric style, wry smile and sly bile on the road of your forgotten mile,
sick sarcasm is the symptom of envy, a pet to your heart destroyer,
such artifice and malice have no language in this room of roasted dreams,

Enter through the damaged door, touch the destruction of vandals,
you have never been here before, where gold blood cuts the floor,
do you see how the walls move like squalls at our approach,
feel how they tell stories with the sensations of defeat, anxiety, impropriety,
in here we witness a collection of seperate yet synthesized segments of Self,
childhood torment, shallow manhood, virility limp as stolen victory,
underachievement, the underbelly of your arrogance, flacid like placid passion,

We journey further into this gallery of emotional gallows
smelt by the hurt of innumerable adavances
repelled by the demands of Quality,
you will writhe wildly
from the harrowing healing leeching into your concepts of self control,
graceful in absorbtion of Truth's attrition,
fruitless ambition shall now cling as cleaving contrition,
your face Brother, look long into the shimmer of sorrow become the old,
tattooed you are like a snake's skin checkered and beautiful
with scaled episodes of submission and aggression, dying to be Divine,
I want you to know that there is no exit of ease from this place Brother,
we trek within your very Soul,
this is the home and harbor of everything you've decided to be,
there are other rooms here, some of joy and some of strife,
but you leave not the Truth Room of your anger
until the Light finds no fault in your intention -

J.A.B.


Details | Couplet | |

MOLESTED

I was a bright, outgoing boy, who sat at the front of the class.
Then, one day that all changed, i feared to even raise my hand for a pass.

I had many close friends, loved sports and school plays.
Then on that day fear beset me, and long gone were those days.

I remember my school, i knew it inside and out.
But now i have blank spots, certain things i've shut out.

Thanks to God and His mercy, i don't recall that foul act.
But i know that it happened, no doubt, that's a fact.

Now, to the person who did this, i have nothing to say.
But, my God will remember, and He'll get you someday!


Details | Free verse | |

You Can't Hurt Me

Resounding echoes awaken the child
demons in the attic beckon unto him
stark fear grips his Vick's laden chest
shivers vibrate rusty springs of down

footsteps creak closer upon loose floorboards
while steamed filled pipes play taps
a somber teddybear snarls
causing the world to be still

foolish nuns, God doesn't want to "get me"

the sting of a ruler splinters a left hand
blood spurts upon faces of laughter
evil little boy too wicked for a mother
affliction runs in the family

Florence became flop because she always fell
polio never whipped her ass
just abused her now and then
she healed with a smile

Even humility has its price

Jimmy Dean wore sunglasses
maybe his eyes were bloodshot
or maybe he was a child of an alcoholic
and they became part of his attire

degenerate eye disease, masturbation
spattering or battering
does it really matter when you can't see
or understand the difference between ADD and ADHD

Psych 101: Crack can be Prozac

Iron gates surround a new residence
protecting the innocent who peer from outside
rehabilitation means refining bad habits
like those on the outside who have mastered them

twelve years of bars and games people play
provide an education unto itself
seclusion can be the deciding factor
between murder or suicide

self righteous judges choose life

recidivism is a revolving door
of vicious cycles with no engines
only propellers called co-dependants
or co-defendants, take your pick

life repeats itself over and over
only the circumstances change
yet the merry-go-round stops
when the flowers are arranged

Why are most tombstones gray

scared, afraid to die
are you saved?
from what, ourselves
you can't hurt me

Bob Shank-Nov. 30th, 2006


Details | Free verse | |

Interalphabetnet sex stew



Primose path leads to the slaughter of American
dream delete pause proficiency with internetty
webbegone after thoughts of yahoo googleyed 
interred intracacises that shed benign capsules of
 mom entary apple pie delquiences cooling 
the soul shopping for the next alias avenue of
pointless me procurement mauling an ongoing
onerous dildodate vis a vie meme.com/me in 
an engaging omnipresence of sextext no tact
spell ckeck chicshicshakplak no sense tic tac.
Talk? Walk? Balk? Chalk? Sue? Sulk? 
Dinosaur diligence posse with the senior
gestages gestulating, we r forevre 21 and ying yang 
dung. Yes, good f ing luck with that!! Look at your 
petridish parents and see what box u check to lid close
and abscond with the lost liberal leftovers. That
is you in reverse in a few carnal years after Hilter youth
children decide to screw us as the new 
generation which skewer post present parental postulates 
to the oldster outhouse outlets so u can be "youf" free. Little
do they notknow as they cumulatively co opulate 
that they set the stooge stage for no thanx ahole actions. 
The DOS does'nt fall from the Apple tree. Leave it, 
love it, learn it while ye may, the kid crisp cosmos of
offspring social dicktates are biting at your heartbeatbit 
empty elmo enterprises. Pause parenatal prenatal
preferences prepearing perinatal persons pretasking
postnatal practices, in which you have veno papa preparation.
Think before you For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge and Analyze
your ass-incarnate initiate. Borrow berofe u basterdize, 
condomize before u copu culminate, decide before
u dicktate, envision before u envy, fail before u foil, 
grasp before u germinate, halt before u hinder, 
illuminate before u illerate, jump before u jinx, 
kill before u keep, love before u lay, meaning before
moaning, neutralize before u now, obilerate before
u ooops! presence before predicament, quit before
quake, resilience before ridiculous, sanity before
sexusensuality, thinkth before u thumpth, utilize
before u unionize, victory before victimization, we 
before want, xx nor xy, zen before zeal. Pocket 
passion files fly in the face of ruined reason residules
to the point of pronounced perplextion plagued 
prominantly with no recall references to problematic 
protocals for near north normalicies in my buckeye
life measures of simpatico silly symbiosis sublime
of mini me monophile mucous made misdemeanor
milktoast memories. Pass go, collect $200.



Details | Free verse | |

I'm Your King

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


Details | Free verse | |

Rusted Nail

Today, upon the ground, I found a rusted nail.
Red and yellowed since its use,
It was caked and swollen; cracked lines top to bottom
With one turn in its body where last it was removed.
And the head was tilted slightly from a blow
Received when it was first employed and put to use.
I pondered of the purpose it had served
And the structure it had helped to hold and form.
I recognized its shape having spent many days 
With hammer in my hand and blueprint in mind.
I have straightened many that were pulled and bent 
And drove them to serve purpose.
Once this nail had value and function was providence.
Now, it fills a wrinkle of my palm 
And leads me to wonder….
What will someday become of me?
Will a member of the generation born this day
Look upon me and speculate my past,
And weigh my usefulness against my keep?
Will I present as bent?
And, will the balding gray and shortened step
Persuade them I have passed my day of worth? 
Or, will they look about their world 
And see what I have made?
So much from just one rusted nail. 


4th place in "Darn I Wish I Wrote This" on 6-26-12


Details | Quatrain | |

A WORD IN A BOOK

A WORD IN A BOOK


No book is  written with one word
No matter how vital it may appear   
For that we carefully have to think
Every word, for the book, is so dear

A verb, an adjective, a noun one may be
That describes what we are and do 
Or he is a period, a colon or a comma
That emphasis puts and gives us a clue  

Each of us a meaningful role plays 
In life’s voluminous book sublime  
On the chapter titled “Humanity”
In the paragraph of space and time

None of us more significant must feel
From the other words next in line
Regardless how trivial they may seem 
It is them that our functions define 

Our gratitude to all words around us
At every instance we have to show
For without their valuable presence
We would never be able to glow   

What kind of a word “king” would be
What sort that of a “general” of glory 
If “subjects” and “soldiers” were not there
To assist them write their story?



© Demetrios Trifiatis
   01 NOVEMBER 2013


Details | Rhyme | |

It's Time to Change

How did you feel when you woke? Were you frightened or lonely, or was your heart broke? Do you feel alone or sometimes afraid? Is it clear that your life’s not meeting the grade? Do you feel uncomfortable in your own skin? Do you feel that you’re losing, but just want to win? Are you having remorse about what could have been? If so, then it’s time to grab paper and pen. Jot some things down you’d like to achieve. Then read them each day and start to believe. We cannot go back and change the past! Standing still today, just won’t last. So get ready, prepare, and take care of your needs. It’s time to firmly plant His seeds. Start with yourself and the rest will follow. I know right now it’s hard to swallow. Be gentle and patient, for there is no doubt, you’ve been hurting so long, both inside and out. If you know in your heart that something’s askew, you must be willing and ready to start anew! There’s help for you along the way. You’ll receive it for sure, so start to pray. Dear God, Please show me where to start. To You, I know I must open my heart. So say each day, “Thy Will Be Done”, and you’ll see it, I’m sure, but just don’t run. Be open and willing to hear and see, all that He is calling you to be. Follow His signs and stay on the road, and when you ask He’ll help bear the load. Don’t bring excess baggage for this trip. Keep it simple, you see or you just might slip. You need to remember to stay on track. Once you start, hold nothing back. For the new road you find is the only way. You’ll get there soon, if you just don’t stray. Now is the time for discipline and prayer. You’ll start to believe you’re in His care. As you practice and try to do the right things, you’ll be eager to see what the next day brings. Your life will be flooded with joy and gladness, and you’ll know he’s there in times of sadness. Life is still life, but just stop and think. Nothing is solved by making a stink! So put all your worries in God’s hands today! There’s no reason to keep them, let go and just pray. I know that miracles do come true. Have faith and His promises will be given to you.
Michelle D. ©October 17, 2006


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Haiku | |

It is now

Ain't a word, you said.
but it takes a daring gust 
for things start to be.


Details | Lyric | |

Human Being

I walk a mile to see the self in me that I believe to be, 
I knew the road I choose to lay my head to sleep is called my home,
times in need I could barely see that in myself I will set free, 
the act that held me down, something about me I could not see,
I lived a life when I decide that day I said that I don't care, 
so young, so bright, I dim my light, traumatized for me to share,
love me please regardless of what you heard and what you have seen, 
friends say that I'm only human, yes you're right, a human but who am I being?
My life will move in the direction I choose, 
this I know I have always been taught
that I choose to be a winner or lose, 
its entirely up to me its all in my thoughts.

Ken Fepulea'i


Details | Senryu | |

I'm Cleaning Up My Act

<                                        amidst thy shell's core

                                          healing of ones soul begins

                                         with .........  wholesome cleansing 

                                         

                                         

                                           

                                          
 
                                


Details | Pantoum | |

Red Wedged-Heel Shoe

On  top of the pile___shoes upon shoes
One lone wedged-heel red shoe that gives clue
That she knew what her fate would be soon
Aware her soul__spirit would take flight

One lone wedged-heel red shoe that gives clue
The owner was last one to die the death
Aware her soul__spirit would take flight
Memories filled her every thought

The owner was last one to die the death
Terror, horror with every breath
Memories filled her every thought
Of family, friends, life, love__children

Terror, horror, with every breath
Because she knew what fate would be soon
Same as family, friends, love__children
On top of the pile__shoes upon shoes


Details | Haiku | |

' Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)

Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)

           Understanding A
       Metaphysical Moment …
       … Nature’s Mysteries



                 This Haiku is for:
       The Haiku Master ‘Raul’ Moreno
Metaphysical Poet Extraordinaire’ (smile))

                        MoonBee


Details | Rhyme | |

Sexy

   Sexy is the way 

    her lips move on his ear. 

     Never touching 

      always whispering 

       things I'll never hear.


Details | Free verse | |

I will not be late to work this morning

I will not be late to work today

I will get there on time
I will brush my teeth
Without singing songs
Without thinking about birthdays
About gymnasiums
About TAKS 
About sound
About war
Republicans
Democrats
Independents

I will get there on time
I will eat my oatmeal
Without thinking of 
Broken valentines
Strewn against a wooden
Fence 
Like dropped goblets
From a robbers pillowcase

I will be there before the bell rings
My papers will be checked
My hair will be combed
My mind will be alert 
Ready to begin my lesson

I will not wonder why
My oldest son doesn’t have a job
I will not pray too long
For my daughter who is taking the bar today
At 10:30 AM in New Orleans
I will not scar my knees wishing
For some alternate world
Where children are never neglected
Or hurt
Where there is no abandonment

What nonsense to try and order the world
Just get to work on time
Put your things in the car, your projector and 
The white binders that you didn’t look at
All weekend although you were supposed to check the papers and put the 
grades on the computer
I will leave now
Before it is impossible to
Be on time
I will cream my ashy ankles

I will not focus on the white
Cat on the black pillow
With the green eyes
I will not water the plant
I will not watch TV
I will not write poetry
Before work

I will not write poetry
Before work
I will get to work on time
I will be ready
I will not be daydreaming about fog
Wondering if I’ll get Alzheimer’s like my mother
Or colon cancer like my dad
I won’t be thinking about that stuff
I will be locking the front door and 
Closing the gate and clicking the clicker
And starting the car and leaving

I will not be in my living room
Wondering if there is any reason to love
Because I do not love for reason
I love because He first loved me
It is not incantations or intoxication
Or imagination it is my life and 
The structure will come with the
Clearness of Bajan water
So clear you can see the fish
Fly float across the Atlantic

It is time
This poem must end
I will not be late for work
This morning
Not for nothing
Not for nobody
Not for anything
Not for everything

This poem is over 
the work day begins



Details | Rhyme | |

pride

there across the wind
rides my silly pride

at times a sturdy arrow
at times a butterfly

how often i chose to follow
the path of the sturdy arrow
its landing was hard to find

however, when i chose to try
the path of the butterfly
never, was i too far behind


Details | Free verse | |

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
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Free?

By the way,
Have you felt the stick today?
Missed a child support payment or alimony?
How’s it feel to live in the land of the free?

By the way,
Can you afford the heat?
Does your daily menu include gene-altered meat?
How’s it feel to have no choice;
to be run by a government 
who won’t hear your voice?

By the way,
have you paid for the water you drink;
because you don’t trust, the kitchen sink’s?

How does it feel to be so free;
to raise your hand to take a pee;
to be arrested and detained
to receive no trial but a waterboards’ pain?

How’s it feel to live in the land of the free;
to have your passport chipped 
and your phone calls clipped?

Does anyone live in this mythical land?
If you do, please lend us a hand.
Tell us how to take care of our children
and the sick.
How to live a good life without carrying the stick.

Please, please, tell me how to be proud 
of the world we live in right now.


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

Water Being Cleaned

The ram died high
On the snow covered
Mountain, when the thaw
Of spring came, it's
Decaying body

Contaminates
The melting snow
The waters flow
Brings death in grip

The farther
It traveled
The less germs

And death
Were there

Clean


(This is also a metaphor for sin.  The farther we stay away from it the cleaner we stay.  Of 
course, we can repent but the results lingers.)


Details | Free verse | |

Compassions Goal

It is impossible to please........................................................................EVERYONE
like a Queen bee fat and almost legless trying to hold together her world she...DOES
not see for she can not move freely and her mind does................................NOT
focus on the abundant need of each to....................................................HAVE
for the many need sustenance................................................................TO
thrive, feeling the plight of.....................................................................LIKE
beings whose each task, small or large, deserve the same respect as do.........YOU


Details | Didactic | |

Lessons Learned

Do not seek or chose to find, correction in another’s mind; When at the heart of all, we know; enlightenment comes from what we sow. To criticize or correct ourselves is for the best since others seldom can surmise the simplest jest. In deference to said life so roughly hewn ‘tis the clown that earns heavenly boon. For the gift of lucidity is rare without calamity and few honorifics abound for those who claim sanity.


Details | Rhyme | |

Living The Dream

Down in Haiti
Far from the dream
Way on back 
From the vacation scene

Lives the people
Trapped in a life
Poverty, sadness
Toil and strife

Children weeping
From worm infested,
Swollen, malnourished
Starving little bellies

What would Golden 
Flower think of today
The country she loved
Destroyed in such a way


(Missionary from Haiti came to visit our church yesterday.  With his visit and 
talk, I see solutions to problems in an instant.  Something to treat the water 
before the people use it, reforestation, wells in places that need them, and 
proper out door facilities for areas that don't have them.  Money, work, and 
time is needed to carry these projects out .)


Details | Lyric | |

Blind Sight

Back in the day when a horse was a need
And a sword was a weapon to fear
Poets were druids and music was magic
And an eye interfered with an ear
So musical poets were blinded by swords
White hot and held very close
So all they had left was a hearing of tone
And  an opening way of reprisal
They felt their duty to blind with their beauty
So that listeners felt so alone
They  would need to be led
And of course would be bled
By the king they had put on the throne
The songs taught them so well
That the king went to hell
And the blinded then held a revival
Nowadays poets can see and be free
Stand on their own and be whole
It’s the way we come into the world
Using all senses the mind comprehenses
To heal all the scars of  the soul
Pain’s for the body to deal with
Soul’s a creation to hold
As the only thing one can own
Leaving  this wonder unfurled
Is the way we go out of this world


Details | Monoku | |

EDUCATION IS THE

                           Education is the resulting product of learning


Details | Sestina | |

Seeing What

Manifestations in life come from chosen
application of frequent thoughts in one's mind
Reveals and befalls a person's existence
Resource for combustion the fuel is spirit
This one can learn even if they not humble
All acts come into being through the body

Impulsive are the desires of body
Selfish at times be these acts one has chosen
Passion does carry energy for spirit
yet this life adventure is just one existence
There are many more for the creative mind
This should cause all to pause and be humble

Still those deny that there is a co-existence
carrying on with life never be humble
they all follow the dark path they have chosen
allowing uncontrolled thoughts to run the mind
Reluctantly it does comply the spirit
Paid by his holy sacrifice of body

Unlimited is the source of the spirit
becoming aware of this is to humble
knowing there is more than human existence
Serving only as a vessel the body
placed to carry out the deeds that are chosen
Placing utmost importance on state of mind

Considerations to remaining humble
It provides one with a peaceful existence
thoughtful are all of the decisions chosen
Willing compliant must be the spirit
Stable and balanced at all times is the mind
Righteous and just are the acts of the body

Coming to an understanding in one's mind
Relating all things as is to the body
Ever present to assist is the spirit
a faithful and loyal companion chosen
who steadily remain fixed to be humble
There in part lay a eternal existence

Sought after is a chosen
humble coexistence
of mind, body and spirit


Details | Free verse | |

Camouflage

They tell me to express myself with words so foreign that I question myself.

Verbatim. Diction. Syllabic expression.

Please explain to me, a kid from the projects, what the hell you talkin about?

Cuz where I'm from you spit rhymes like bullets.

Lock and load.

Don't wait for a reaction.

Ready, Set, Go!

Crime is our muse, drugs are our fuel.

You can judge from a distance but remember.

We don't affiliate with none of yo crew, talkin bout red, white, and blue.

I consider myself patriotic to my youth.

But if I dare break down these walls myself....

You will see that I am an exquisite young lady hidden underneath "white trash."

I call it camouflage.

Don't you see?

I can explain to you the differences between an Italian and an English Sonnet.

Describe the meter of a Langston Hughes piece, or even write a couplet myself.

But those things won't teach you how to survive.

No.

Not around here.

So I'll act illiterate, and act like I don't give a shit.

Just to prove a point.

But in the back of my mind I'll be counting rhyme to make sure that words come out in time.

All the while I'll delude my real self till I am no longer in the presence of fools.

I'll hide behind the green bushes and tumbleweeds that are my second self.

And put my dictionary back on the shelf.

Because unfortunately to be real means to be ignorant, and to be intelligent means to be indignant.


Details | Free verse | |

LOVE

Loyalty
One self
Virtuous
Eternity


Details | Ballad | |

Broken Dreams

  Do you believe in the things that you've always known,
Can you understand the things you've been shown.
   Is it the visions you see that make you believe,
Or is the feelings you get when you've been deceived.
    The pain you feel a never ending ache ,
Tearing your heart and soul from you every day.
    Time ticks slowly pounding away at you,
Throbbing heart breaking and there's you can do,
    Must I settle for these lost and broken dreams,
Because it has all the signs that what it seems.
    How much should a man endure to find his way,
It cant possibly be like this hard for me every day.
    There is nothing so frustrating as being so confused,
Especially when you've discovered that you've been used.
    I will get through this lonely phase I have no doubts,
But I'm sure there will come a day I'll figure it all out.
    Cautiously I walk the path that's been laid before me,
In faith I will continue for I know he will let me see.
    Life will be thrown at you in so many different ways,
I will be prepared for these things for the rest of my days.
    Broken dreams will be the learning tree for me to grow ,
Living my life with Joy Happiness is what I'll always Know.
tac


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Constructive - Criticism ... ' ( An Oxymoron - For All, But A Few)

‘ Constructive-Criticism … (An Oxymoron, For All But A Few) ’

Constructive-Criticism Is Good, It’s True
But, I’ve Only Seen It Used Properly, By A Few …
‘Cause, One Thing I Know, That I Have Seen
‘Some’ Use Criticism, Just To Be Mean …

Then, The Term Should Be:  Destructive-Criticism
‘Cause, They Ain’t Even Getting Paid! … To Spout Poison In ‘Em
I Know Then, They Want To Abuse, in Jealous-Individualism
So, Maybe, They Need An Enema, or Have An Embolism 

Coming Up (or while under Construction) I Was Told
And The Engineer-Advice, Was As Good As Gold
‘ If You Can’t Say Something Nice, Don’t Say Nothing’ At All’
So, I Don’t Bomb Somebody’s Building, Just To Watch Them Fall

Constructive-Criticism, Don’t Sic That Dog On Me
Take It and Go Bark-Up, Somebody Else’s Tree
Take A Look At Your Own, Before You Tell Me What’s Wrong
You Know What You Can Do With That … (and The Horse You Rode On)

And In The Words of ‘Tom Snyder’,  (The Idea I Relate):
“Just ‘Cause I Think Somebody’s Trying To Kill Me … Don’t Mean They Ain’t!”
And, If You Don’t Like My Building, There’s The Door, Walk Away
I Don’t Need You Cutting Down, My Structure of What I Say

And If Negative-Criticism, Is Under Construction ... That’s A Front !
When Have You Ever Heard of Something Negative, Building-Up ?
Maybe Somebody Dropped Them On Their Head As A Child
But That’s No Excuse To Criticize, Somebody Else, or Their Style

And that  ' True ', for A Few, I Meant at The Beginning
Here Are The Ones, I Accept Their Condescending:
GOD … Loved-Ones … Close Friends … (and Me)
‘Cause I Am My Own Worst-Critic, You See …

Constructive-Criticism, That’s an “””Oxymoron”””
And Look How That Word Is Spelt … Hon


(I Prefer The Term:  Commentator ( Cause I Love to Comment ! )
   ‘Cause I Want To Polish Your Metal, Without Leaving A Dent


Details | Free verse | |

Rewards of College Education

in grade school
he heard about it

in high school
he prepared for it

in his first year
he explored it

in his second year
he focused on it

in his third year
he felt part of it

in his fourth year
he graduated from it

Now, he has a job
because of it.


Details | Monoku | |

STRENGTH OF DETERMINATION RESTS

The extent of strength of determination rests upon the extent of strength of education of                               
mind						


Details | Etheree | |

Worry Stone

My 
worry 
stone is a 
piece of clear glass.
Serenity etched
into the face.  I turn
the crystal and caress the 
word with my finger tips.  Cast a
glance - the word is difficult to see.
Lesson - serenity  is felt not seen.


Details | Verse | |

Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine


Details | Rhyme | |

The library of ideas

 I thought I'd write some poetry,
Though my thinking was too blind.
So I called into the Ideas Library
To see what I could find.

I looked through rows of new ideas
but none of them appealed,
I turned and tripped and banged my head,
where ideas can be concealed.

If you bang your head extremely hard
You really do see stars.
but don't do this to loosen thoughts,
It's the riskiest method by far 

I spent the night in hospital,
Awakened every hour
I was advised to watch my step
And avoid the Ideas Tower.

I wonder if there is a shop
Where ideas and dreams are sold?
For just a small expenditure,
Put your creative mind on hold.

But if you can't afford to pay
The library is still there.
Just look around and use your mind.
Ideas are everywhere.

The interaction of the world
With vision,thought and mind,
Produces many new ideas.
Those who seek shall find.


Details | Concrete | |

HABIT

I'm often repeated and hardly defeated

Could be good, bad or ugly

it all depends on what you make of me

I run a full course when fully encrypted

I am Habit

 

I can make you soar sky high

As well as fuel your eyes to cry

Can lead you to great profit

or lay you down underneath

Its still me Habit

 

A friend to both the achiever and mediocre

The very small stream that makes a river

What's your flavour? I make and mar

Can keep you redundant or take you far

 

Call me Habit

Be firm with me and you'll achieve a great feat

Be easy with me and you'll be wasted six feet


Details | Bio | |

Solitude: To Yoda, An Ode

Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.

Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.

Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.

Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.

My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.

Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.


Details | Rhyme | |

If I Had One Wish

So many thoughts come to mind If only I could really go back in time Change or undo my life’s violent and sexual crimes Tell those around me to open their eyes Pay Attention to the signs If only one wish could really rewind Those pedophilic hands of my life-time… Then I stopped and started to think Who would I be if this didn’t happen to me? What of the woman I’d come to be The wisdom I’d come to see And my children who’s lives are abuse free As a result of my past… my history… Now, with eyes wide and mind free Heart pounding, air, LOVE and life in me Blessed with children to change my legacy, Equipped with words and strength to share my story… my poetry I’d wish only to open the eyes of the blind The mouths of the abused and the hearts of our society… I’d make them see… I’d make them see So no other child has to end up like me… Lay
** For the "If I Had One Wish Contest"


Details | Couplet | |

The Library Man

How often do you visit the Library? And what do you see?
I see oceans and seas of books plus a homeless man doing zzz’s..
He’d apparently been reading before, he fell deep asleep.
He can stay there, they say, as long as he doesn’t lie down to sleep.
Sitting up is OK and of course, as long as he doesn’t create a scene.

He’s kind and gracious and a little strange but can debate any role
When he walked over, we had a talk about the devil verses mind control.
Without asking, what he really wanted was someone to buy him lunch.
There’s a McDonalds two doors down from where we were bunched.
I don’t know what I expected when he woke up and looked around.

But when I asked if he was homeless he wasn’t fazed at all.
Yes, I have been for a while, he said, but my boat will soon come in.
And I realized the library is a warm, safe place to relax and to be.
And the librarians seem content to just let him be.
In the end, I was sorry I couldn’t buy him that lunch.

But recently, my abilities to do so had become a little stretched.
I used to buy the books I read… now the library is more my taste.
I just hope if it comes to that… he’ll graciously share this place.
The library even has computers from where you could write.
And the people there are varied and really rather kind.

I’m on the edge but whole family’s once prosperous are already there.
Cheap hotel rooms in even cheaper hotels, once skirted are full.
The jobs don’t pay for anything more. They are: Bitter, Disgruntled, Lost.
Needed are better and more jobs to re-establish the American Dream.
To give them some hope so they can go back there again…
And don’t just act toward them… like they’re your library man…
Give them back their American Dream as best you can.

Voice of Reason Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm a child again

I’m a child again

I’m a child again and it’s such fun
To kick a ball, and laugh, and run
And walk down to the local park
And being bad, oh, what a lark

I love to watch those colored birds
This always kind of gets me stirred
Their lovely hues, my eyes they daze
These lovely birds do me amaze.

But there is one thing that I do hate
At bath times, fuss I do create 
And mum and dad, they get real mad
I suppose I do play up a tad.

And also I do hate that school
With all its daft, and silly rules
But when I write my little stories
That’s when I get my share of glory.

But really, If I had the choice
I’d really like to raise my voice
And tell them ‘I want out of this!!
Being a child gives me no bliss!’

27 August 2013 @ 1722hrs.


Peter Duggan. You're a kid again contest...Age ten


Details | Ode | |

the nature of success

The Nature of Success. 

On an old tank ship that was so slow it felt as
we were suspended in time, a world shrunk 
only us the ocean and the rhythmic hear beat 
of the engine… and when the ship birthed, at 
some god forsaken refinery, we felt overcome 
by shyness seeing so many strange faces. 

It was on a ship like this I met the third officer
a young man with literary ambitions, and he
succeeded on Norway´s modest literary tree. 
Often interviewed, asked awkward questions 
about writing and why he writes like it should 
be a hidden formula.

I´m glad for his triumph, yet there is a sting in
my heart, not of rancor, but of sadness…never 
having received the clarion call of acceptance.
Collections after collections have been rejected.
I feel as I have been suspended in a fool´s time,
only the sea and me and the shore is far away. 


Details | Villanelle | |

Righteous and Just

Righteous and just shall inherit the earth
The lord does chastise me so I see Him
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

Sinned throughout my life now I must think twice
Each and every hour this debt I owe
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth

Turn their backs they have people that I know
Failing in belief cause my will I give thee
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

A different path to walk to you I go
My destination is known you I fear
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth

Your punishment severe pain I endure
Forgiveness be time in you faith I trust
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

No longer without sight you freed my mind
The sanctuary I seek found in you
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth
Placed me in poverty pray I do right


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?


Details | Personification | |

Conium


With airy moves the thinker tried to gulp
one more full glass of the potent liquor,
'das zould bee iit', he said, in English calque,
'afta zis bottle I'll be a quitter'.

His mind analyzed why Socrates drunk,
instead of this pure nectar, conium,
He started writing knowing he would flunk,
and his pen's gems would be zirconium.

He drunk and gargled the eighty proof gold,
in his blurred vision Philipp Lenard laughed,
and Karl Max Plank's postulate did unfold
quantized integration calculus' craft.

He wondered if the philosopher's norm
that electromagnetic energy,
could solely emit in quantized form,
was the discovery of last century.

(You know in zis vorld ze gut schnapps is rare,
like slivovitz und aquavit und kirsch),
he read somewhere from drinks to be aware,
- 'Chain nuclear reactions' book of Frisch,

Outraged he saw the drink's surface descend,
with airy moves he called the liquor store,
Maxwell's equations started to blend,
through electrodynamics slept with snore.

© 02-09-2013, G. V., All Rights Reserved
(rhyme)
(a poem against excessive alcohol consumption)

Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Contest: Personifying Science
Placement: 3rd


Details | Acrostic | |

Jesus

Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children


Details | Limerick | |

Bow Pow

<                                    cakes and sausages on hot griddle
                                      uncle Leroy's dam dog just piddled
                                      slipped ~ slide across floor
                                      grabbed shotgun by front door
                                      now dam ole dog just plays an fiddle 



                            bow bow bow bow bow bow bow        bow ~ wow 
                            ow ow ow ow ow ow ow                       bow ~ ow 
                            with   tail    between     own  ~              legs 
                            now    dog    sings  ~    and  ~               brags
                            about cousin's daisies's  bad                 bow ~ pows
                  
                                                                                        
                                                                                     


Entry For John Freeman's
Slapstick Limerick Contest
Gl All

Poor Ole Dog LOL


Details | Free verse | |

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!


Details | Free verse | |

To The Beat of Jazz Poetry

From bebop, swing to hip-hops thing
True poets had it best
For there is a rhythm in the soul, 
Which they all just had to express

Some could not control
This powerful thing 
 Was so often put to the test

It began to dawn coming on strong
Within the birth of a thing 
Called the Harlem Renaissance 

That jazz, that poetic-jazz, of intense birth 
Possessing syncopated rhythms 
And chronic expression of surreal tunes 

That perfected blend of jazz-poetry 
Developed into what it is today. 
Thanks to poets like Carl Dunbar and Langston Hughes 

That jazz, that jazz, that wonderful poetic-jazz
Being bred of pride, lyrical form and grace
Transcended cultural barriers 
Readily accepted in the 1950’s by the humane race 

Therefore, the mantra had begun to be 
So freely expressed within poetic lyrics 
To syncopated beats moving on through the 60’s and 70’s
By way of beat poets like Amiri Baraka

Returning strong throughout the 70’s and 80’s 
Thanks to artist like Gil Scott-Heron
Oh, snap he was one of the founding fathers 
Of spoken word poetry known to youngsters 

Borne to free-styling or hitting the beats 
On stage or in the streets
Yes, you’ve guessed it, most def its rap
 
Re-educating the poet in me, thanks to that thing 
In which made many a heart sing 
As these icons did their thing

Starting with something called modern day jazz-poetry…
Born during the Harlem renaissance and still going strong


Comments: I hope that you have enjoyed this free verse
tribute to some of the greatest modern day
founders of what is known as Jazz-Poetry.



Details | Epigram | |

Alertness

Attunement at its best
Be to hell go the rest


Details | Cinquain | |

Pensee


Knowledge palace
Filled with future fantasies
Diving in new and new vocabularies
Fast door of success
Wonderful school!


Details | Lyric | |

Dedicated To... (Rap Verse)

This is dedicated to
the uneducated who,
segregate from the greats
the hate gave integration to,
though the paved the way for you,
you just simulate the flu,
infected with cold hearts
like inflammation made it through,
To...
You...

So take a second to converse,
listen to me, then speak,
just make sure you think first,
about the thirst, of the dream,
had by Dr. King, which would
hurt beyond the seams, if he 
witnessed everything,
The Scenes!

How we're treating one another,
Educated versus thugs, like
we are not brothers, What's the
point to jump from slavery to 
having white lovers, if less racism 
means the blacks hate each other?
My Brothers! I have no intent on
hating you, I just hope you make it
through. So this is Dedicated To
You...


Details | Monorhyme | |

BEWARE

*****BEWARE ~ reads the file***** Love struck mothers in denial while the Pedophile robs the innocent child Lay


Details | Sestina | |

Witches Pull Switches

A light bulb screwed in, then turn on switch witch.
We all can learn from experience.
But you can also experience what you learn.
Time and again learning something the wrong way has caused disaster.
Wiring an engine the wrong way will keep it from running.
Just as loving the wrong person can cause heartbreak.

The night you saw her with another man was heartbreak.
You wanted to yell at her and call her a witch.
Then after all the hassle you were tired from running.
You felt like you had learned from this experience.
Another relationship, another disaster.
Going through all of this, what did you learn?

Thinking on all relationships, what could you learn?
For one thing, try not to ever experience heartbreak.
If you do then there could be disaster.
And could bring lots of pain from some lovely witch.
And believe me, this you don't want to experience.
You will just find more witches and keep on running.

When you leave a witch keep on running.
And never slow down son, this lesson learn.
Because between the two of you, she has more experience.
And can cause you much more pain and heartbreak.
After all, she has the powers of a lovely witch.
And if she uses them, beware of disaster.

Remember multiples can be disaster.
They will keep you tired and running.
Especially when there's more than one witch.
And oh how she wants to use you, so learn!
This can leave you lonely and with heartbreak.
Only she can benefit from this experience.

So, let me tell you about my experience.
In my life, more than once, there was total disaster.
There was pain, sorrow, and yes, heartbreak.
Women kept me on the ball and running.
Do you think that I heeded advise and would learn?
Absolutely not! What fun is that when you play with a witch?

Experience may keep you from running.
Disaster could help you to learn.
HEARTBREAK IS DEFINITELY...having more than one lovely witch!!!!!


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?


Details | Senryu | |

Liar Liar Pants On Fire

<                              the great ....  deceiver
                                practices artful ....  falsehood  
                                bold .... assumptions


Details | Rhyme | |

The Little Girl with Pigtails

She’s the little girl with pigtails,
who sits quietly at her desk.
Whose eyes lift to meet no one,
whose clothing is always a mess.

He’s the little boy on the playground,
whose strays alone without a friend.
Whose countless cuts and bruises,
are too deep for those to mend.

She’s the little girl in the lunch line,
who stares at classmates having fun.
Her mouth never forms a smile,
her long sleeves cover what’s been done.

He’s the little boy, who lashes out in anger,
as his classmates stop and stare,
in wonder at the skeptical, of a little boy
who seldom had a word to share.

She’s the little girl who recites excuses,
for every injury her tiny body may bear.
A rehearsed story told so perfectly,
no one notices the blankness within her stare.

He’s the little boy who startles so easily,
and jumps at the loudest sound.
A little boy covered in shades of blue,
inflicted by an abuser his fate is bound. 

She’s the little girl with pigtails,
she sits alone, without a friend to tend,
a black tinted heart of abusiveness,
hidden injuries never to mend.

They were the little boy and girl in the classroom,
who sat quietly alone, concealing the crime,
of living a life-time at the hands of an abuser,
who raised their hands of abuse one last time.


Details | Haiku | |

Bio in Short

It's been a good run
To the back side of sixty,
The short side of time.

First Hollywood kiss
Behind a pink crepe myrtle.
Thanks, Patsy Werner.

High school was okay.
Didn't help me to focus;
So, my mind wandered.

Surfed Bonzai Pipeline,
Big waves break into lava.
What made me do it?

Vietnam jungles.
I wondered why I was there.
America lost.

Smoking pot. Stereo.
Good fun in the seventies.
Psychedelics too.

And three wives later,
I finally found true love.
We're still together.

My destitute heart,
Saved by the sweetest angel.
I love you, Sandy.

Sooners are my team.
Most winning football program
In the Modern Era.

I am retired now.
But I have plenty to do.
Golf, primarily.

I've been writing more.
Perhaps I will write a book.
I have many tales.

I'd chase young girls; but,
Girls with a "grampa" fetish
Are so hard to find.

If I am lucky,
I will just drop dead one day.
With my peace of mind.

Yes, made a good run
To the back side of sixty,
The short side of time.


Details | Senryu | |

The Poetess

.

                                        Writing her great pearls
                                        Worn with pride everyday
                                        But shown clasp broken


Details | Tanka | |

No turning back

A Mothers Meditation

I taught her better.
I didn’t want this for her
She’s followed my tracks
Look at her, life is ruined
She knows not what she’s done


	The Daughters Disposition

	Wow, what did I do?
	I can’t bear the pain she flaunts
	Her disappointment…
	Stings… like a swift kick inside
	What on earth was I thinking?


A Teen Dad’s Train of Thought

Did I? I didn’t!
It wouldn’t have felt as good…
She took the pill right?
What if, she was with other guys?
What do I tell my parents?

"Studies and surveys of young teen males show they are worried the pleasure 
experienced during intercourse will diminish with the use of a condom."
Source: http://www.pregnantteenhelp.org/statistics/teen-condom-use-statistics/

©
All rights reserved
Contest: Mom, I’M PREGNANT!
05/19/2011


Details | Rhyme | |

A Planet In Despair

 
As this planet's caretakers 
Just what have we done 
To our dear mother earth 
For our luxuries and fun 

Torturing and killing 
This celestial body 
Surrounded by stars 
Writhing and rotting 

Poisons poured down 
Atmosphere's throat 
With toxic chemicals 
The planet we soak 

The rapid destruction 
Of the ozone layer 
At the unmerciful hands 
Of nature's true slayer 

The one's who steal 
And live to destroy 
The forests and trees 
And nature's true joys 

Killing the wildlife 
All over the map 
Considered mere beasts 
Yet the savage is man 

We take down their homes 
Without second thought 
We butcher and slaughter 
Vile planet we've wrought 

No, life on this earth 
Is not just our own 
For the taking and raping 
We have done all alone 

We have only created 
A planet in despair 
An earth crying out 
Do we even care? 

Our oceans now filled 
With poisonous oil 
Spilled by the greed 
Of those who toil 

For the very last drop 
Of our liquid gold 
To life in these waters 
Our hearts ever cold 

Often left entirely soaked 
Dripping with damage done 
Those that are left to die 
In oceans of oil and muck 

As the number of animals 
At our ever brutal hands 
Decline and go extinct 
With them diminish our lands 

Each and every single day 
They struggle to survive 
Even the most illiterate 
Can read it in their eyes 

They are the true victims 
Under man's brutal dominion 
Who along with us, pay the price 
The eventual planet's oblivion 

For what man does gain 
With all his luxuries 
Is mother earth destroyed 
The defenseless suffering 

Yes, I am a tad disturbed 
By man as he still covets 
But pay no mind for all I am 
Is a disgruntled, middle-aged poet 


Copyright © 2010 Camille Rose Castillo 



Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: VI

The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?


Details | Free verse | |

wanna come thank me for getting bin laden shot america

or do you want to tell the person whose first name is sang by sinead o connor
middle name is sang by fred durst
and last name is mentioned by fred durst


do you want to tell me, the person you just spent 13 years mad at
singing and dancing to my misfortune
and rubbing your happiness in my face as you exclude me from sex

do you want to tell that person whose name you plastered all over your war
that he had nothing to do with surviving it
do you want to tell that man
Troy Jeremy Nelson
who just lost everything 17 times
to start over
that he was not your allie
in whatever that was?

let me put your name alll over a war
and then wait for your enemy to show up
and ask you
what does that guy got that i don't?


everything now
you murdered my grandpa
you murdered my friends
you murdered my sex life

and you sang and danced to my misfortune to the tune of your lies
pretending i was your friend called an alibi
you didnt bother to even try to keep alive

do you want to come telll
me
Troy Jeremy Nelson
that your country just did that too
that thats not what happened?

Im not sure how long your going to live that lie
the thousands of people concerned and involved in that persons endless
and i mean endless nightmare
might just come tell you what has been making them cry.....

Happy Halloween tho
FALSE PROPHET

oh and p.s.
next time you put somebody else in the middle of your war
to play the victom of that person's nightmare
you caused
take notes to pass into the future
as to what is about to occur
to you
may be a life lesson
to history

Thank you for not caring (sarcasm)
thank you for not answering my letters (sarcasm)
thanks for going the wrong way, in the wrong direction, to do the wrong thing
that whole time i kept pointing out a drug ring blackmarket, you people didnt care 
about (sarcasm)

thanks for calling me a liar as to what has taken place in my life(sarcasm)

so whenever you are free to hand me a bunch of things with your smiling face, and 
names all over them
to make me feel better for the way you treated me
singing and dancing to the sound of getting away with murder
for the miracles youve stolen

my big brother doesn't like to dance around and play house, pretending to be 
someone hes not
in a singing competition, racing against his sense of fear
do you want to come tell the man just tortured by malpractice
with his name on your war in your music,
he had nothing to do with winning it?


Details | Couplet | |

Silence

There is a lot to be said about the spoken word,
But sometimes it takes silence to be heard…


Details | Haiku | |

A Cell Phone Study

a cell phone study:
increased brain activity--
radiation lurks.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

all-you-can-eat

knowledge afloat
remains powerless 
waiting 
to be 
plugged in 
bugged out
anticipating
the radio alarm clock
WAKE UP!

use colors
shapes
push buttons 
twist knobs

pull into parking space
sunburn in the spot
gathering rays to erase the poison

KILL
polluted cells
a trade secret to 
tastily treat one's self

take the high road
the shady street
the path less traveled 
which one matters little
especially when
in comparison terms with 
the reward, the apple, the brain food, the 
                              all-
                                you-
                                   can-eat buffet...
Knowledge,
there at the fingertips 
of y.o.u.


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm a Muslim I'm not a Terrorist

I am a Muslim, I’m not a “terrorist”.
How can I be a terrorist
when I’m against all kinds of injustice.

I’m against every act of sin and evil.
I hate all kinds of crime and even loathe
what Adolf did to the innocent Jewish people.

I hate what God hates; He (Allah) hates oppression.
I’m against stealing, against taking away
people’s loved ones and belongings for no reason.

I’m against suicide bombings,
against racism, against ignorance,
against self-harm and even derision.

What God hates I hate and God (Allah) hates
oppression. I hate it too when people fight
for foolish nationalistic reasons.

I’m a Muslim; I follow the true religion
of mercy from Allah the Most Merciful
Who simply wants us to answer His Call
to believe in Just One -Just One God of all.

So don’t call me a “terrorist” when I clearly
don’t have a ‘mass destruction’ weapon
and my goal in life is to
be with our God (Allah) in Heaven.


Details | I do not know? | |

Tomorrow is Ours



Tomorrow is Ours.


Suffocating beneath the weight of historical fear,
asphyxiated by the legacy of traumatised yesteryear,

the festering wounds of enslavement still remain,
juggling euphemisms in a crisp sound-bitten refrain,

spewing out neo-liberal economic charades,
doling out charity in strips of plastic band-aids,

but,

tomorrow shall be ours,

casting away subservient mind-sets that shackle,
no longer the weakened prey of the insatiable jackal,

tomorrow shall be ours,

we shall reclaim our plundered mindspaces,
we shall shed our chains, leaving behind the traces,

of past injustice, of the hurt and pain of our ancestors' sorrows,

we are here, now, alive with hope,


we shall rightfully claim our own tomorrows.





Details | Light Poetry | |

A night to forget

She thought that he’s charming
Her friends says he is so cute
But little did they know
It’s the furthest from the truth

Her mom buys her a new dress
Because he ask her to the prom
But during the fun and laughter
He spikes her punch with rum

She wakes up in his BMW
He,s smiling with a cigarette
A morning she will remember
A night to forget

She can’t stop crying
She lies on her bed
Feeling hurt and disgusted
Suicide thoughts comes to her head

Her mom notice the changes
But she don’t know what is wrong
She use to sing in the church choir
The preacher says she stops coming around

She hugs her mother last night
Then walks out the door alone
And its now early morning
She didn’t come back home

She jumps over the bridge
They pull her body soaking wet
She couldn’t live with the memory
Of the night she can’t forget

It’s sad that her young life was ruin
By the evil that lays hidden behind a smile
Her mother life is shattered
Never knowing what happen to her child

This is happening to innocent girls
All over the world
Taking away their dignity and pride
Sucking the life out of their very soul

Another girl sits under a tree
Reading a book of poem by kaz ishmael
He said “excuse me just got to say
That you have a beautiful smile

She brushes her long hair
Think her jeans didn’t fit to right
His BMW is waiting out side
They are going to movies tonight


Details | Ghazal | |

God's Heavenly Mountain

Skeptal I still followed others up the mountain
Voices said do not fret for God speaks from this mountain


Valley and creeks and eagles that soar
Suitable for a me to continue climbing this God forsaken mountain

Time can be at nil for there my destiny awaits 
Tranquility bliss and solace of it's mountain

Relish with me if you will if you must if you can
Shout from the highest peaks of this skeptal mountain

There is a new day a new beginning and a new you
Only if you take this journey beyond God's Heavenly mountain








Details | Couplet | |

The Pleasure Has Been All Mine

<               I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it's my gift to you
                 Now use it wisely and write about some captioned caught views


                 thus that of an snow-capped mountain with an eagle that soars
                 or white sandy beaches where ribbed tides rolls back to it's shores

             
                 maybe stars and moon dance reflecting off stilled bay's port
                 in ones head you must determine choice of words to now sort


                 from beautiful to just pleasure does not hit it's mark
                 beneath recant memory that caused the ignited spark


                observer of denial you can not destroy ones voice
                within pens stroke there comes a poet with another choice


                seize the day and come bow to the chosen word of the day
                dont let an overpowering object just get away







Written By Katherine Stella  6/26/11

Entry For A Rambling Poet's

Writing In The Sublime


Details | I do not know? | |

Is it justice or injustice

If i allow a mother to steal food, in order to feed her babies. Does that make me 
an angel or criminal? How do we as people not take responsibilty to change our 
own destiny?
For justice is the right of everyone!

If i don't take the time to teach this mother to stand, to be self reliant, to have faith, 
to face her fears. If i don't teach her compassion and self respect. Does that 
make me part of the problem or the solution?
For any injustice hurts everyone!

If i don't register to vote because i believe the system is broke. How then can i sit 
on this mother's jury, with 11 others to deceide if she committed a crime?
For justice is the right of everyone!

If i allow the truth to be silenced by her economics or her up bringing. Am I giving 
her an excuse to keep on?
For any injustice hurts everyone!

If i check hispanic as my race because my other choices demand that i deny my 
mother. Does that mean that i disrespect my own people?Does that mean i don't 
believer in Dr. King's dream?
For justice is the right of everyone!

If i allow the disrespect of another's faith, from one coming of my own. Does that 
mean I have no faith in my own beliefs?
For any injustice hurts everyone!

If i adopt a child from a a foreign country. Does that make me heartless to the 
needs of the here?
For justice is the right of everyone!

If am a solider supporting my family and I must go to war. Does that mean I 
support the reasons behind the war?
For any injustice hurts everyone!

If am a hard working law abiding citixen . Does that mean that it is none of my 
concern how the system punishes criminals of differnt races?
For justice is the right of everyone!

If my child is on life support and my insurance won't cover no more treatment . 
Who then has the right to deceide if my child lives or dies?
For any injustice hurts everyone!

If i justify my wrong doings with excuses of what was done to me and my people.
Will you tell me what that makes me?
For justice is the right of everyone!

Justice is everyone's freedom to think, feel, love, have no limits in what one can 
do. Justice is to receive the respect of everyone. Not to be judged for sex,race or 
faith. To have equal opportunities for you and I!
To quote Dr. King's words, " Injustice anywhere threatens justice everywhere!" 
end quote.
For any injustice hurts everyone!


Details | Pantoum | |

The Blue Knight { Pantoum }

<                                the city he calls his home the beat
                                  waiting for his next dispatched calling
                                  badge gun club cuffs and his new partner
                                  murder's rapes invasion calls to him
                                  waiting for his next dispatched calling
                                  alley's streets underground he searches
                                  murder's rapes invasion calls to him
                                  doctors lawyers fast food he's ready
                                  waiting for his next dispatched calling
                                  badge gun club cuffs and his new partner
                                  alley's streets underground he searches
                                  the city he calls his home the beat




Tribute To 
Police Officers 



Entry For
Jarred Pickett's
Pantoum Contest
G.L. All
                                  


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

The Mother Of All Planets

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                                           the             universe                    has
                                         physical                                      matter
                                        concentric           sphers                      with
                                       many         planets                                 stars
                                       and                   galaxies                             for
                                      o   b    s     e   r    v  a      t    i      o                 n
                                      text    ual               v     i      e                         w
                                      to             see                   big                      bang
                                      but                    t  o                   me            o u   r
                                      mother                                    e a r t                 h
                                      c     o      u     n    t   s      the      m    o      s        t

                                       f      o            r          i      t '    s           w h  a    t

                                        m                   a                   n                        y  
                                                    
                                         d            o                     c       a       l           l

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                                                     o                    
                                                                         m
                                                    
Though this is a shape poem
it is written in diminished hexaverse lol


Details | Shape | |

Who is He - when no one Sees

Who he is when no one sees
he is when no one sees
when no one sees
Who one sees
one sees
who
He
is


Is he who you see ~ when no one sees?

Lay


Details | Haiku | |

Crisis in Identity

Misguide in knowledge
Misled in society
Grain pretend as wheat

Poor generation
Camouflaged by the motion
Lost in true nation

Your skin ain't no lie
Intelligence miss your mind
Turn back, take a side 

Ain't no harm you plead
To the country where you breathe
Dedicate indeed


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Details | Villanelle | |

Total Destruction

<                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                     Will it spin off mantel like head to gawk 
                                     Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                     Floods fires quakes acts from natures own birth
                                     Litterbugs arsonists terrorists balks
                                     Destruction of beautiful mother earth


                                    Illuminate waters that someone hurts
                                    Cleanliness is painted in Godly chalk
                                    Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                    Man woman and even thy smallest mirth
                                    For thy Father in our Heaven will stalk
                                    Destruction of beautiful mother earth

                                   Eagle that soars a wolf howling from girth
                                   Will thy it's freedom ring out thus like the hawk 
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                   Like land before time when man walked
                                   Wonder how forces existed and talked
                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth


Details | Free verse | |

On Aging

When I am old
I won't sit in a rocker
next to a window
watching the world pass by;
remembering the way things used to be,
wondering where years have gone
while eating a dinner of toast and tea.
Oh no, I will not do THAT... for
I intend to be a subversive senior!!


Details | Light Poetry | |

Learning minds

Learning minds

Today all those little children
it’s important what we teach them
their little minds are now expanding
they need to grow with a good understanding

And it’s our duty to teach them well
To help them want to learn
So they know when you study hard today
tomorrow you will be reward in return

For their holistic development
Is to get a very good education
And teachers have to set am example
For to them you must be an inspiration

So we have to make school more fun
For today and the future generation
For the children of today
Are the leaders of our future nation?

The way we live our lives at home
is how our children will be grown?
So we have to do our part as parents
we can’t depend on the schools alone

Let’s make our schools a safer environment
A place the kids would like to go
For the more happier they are today
So they will have a brighter tomorrow

A child’s learning mind is full of innocence
So we must always use our common sense
Like restricting what they see on TV.
Too much violence can be seen to easily

This is the time they are at that age
they need more than the reading book page
the proper example we as adult’s have to show
Is what they will copy and try to follow?

So let’s invest morals in our children
to grow as respectful young men and women
for their roads a head are full of the unknown
so it’s important what they learn at home

So if we really care for their little ones
let’s show it now and don’t waste any more time
Because if they don’t get their education
That would be wasting of their brilliant minds


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Going Home

What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men

We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge

Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.

The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.


Details | Alliteration | |

Undermining Light

Despising, Deceiving, Denying
Lying, Lynching, Looting
Mindless, Morals, Misconceiving

Opening, Options, Obsolete
Treacherous, Treasonous, Thieves
Thinking, They, Them

Boasting, Bullying, Blinding
Forsaking, Forbidding, Friends
Uniting, Under, Unity

Sending, Signals, Selfishly
Can’t, Control, Consciousness
Everyone, Escape, Earth

Holding, Here, Hell
Never, Not, Now
Win, We, Will

Yearning, Ye, Yes
Illumination, Inside, Increasing
Evil, Ending, Extinct  


Details | Couplet | |

Dear Me

December 12, 2012

Dear Me,

Advice to Myself

~~~~~~~~~~~

Go through the open door
Dreams await you and more

Do not be afraid to fail
Learning in the end to tell

Life is hard, education is best
Independence is what I suggest

Some people are not always kind
Do not be rude but leave those behind

Be thankful for your blessings
Remember everything is a lesson

Be creative, experience life, be keen
Go to places you have never seen

Find your true love, your soul mate
You have time do not rush, it can wait

Changes, Suggestions to Myself

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You do not listen to your mother
This time make sure you bother

Mistakes will always happen to you
This time a different path you choose

Boyfriends come and go, here and there
Thank goodness the last one you let out for air

Next time do not believe everything you hear
Sometimes people put make believe in your ear

Please do not dye your hair pink again
Leave the natural color or put highlights in!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

All these things come with love
Whatever you do, believe in Heaven above.

Love, Me

David Williams “Hello/Goodbye” Contest


Details | Sonnet | |

Generation XXX

Generation XXX
(Another Name for Gen Y(My Generation)

Beer goggles and Whiskey Rivers,
Pain numbing remedies that exude depression,
Marijuana oxygen and pain killer shivers,
Innocent faces with devilish expression,
Blood red eyes with cocaine explanations,
White lies, cooked up in haste, 
For the aforementioned, sell your feelings for a taste!

Young lady, young lady, impossible to find,
What has become of “Daddy’s Little Girl?”
Grew up as billboard, all body and no mind,
Succumbed to degradation just to fit in this world,
Princess? No More!
With bitter wounds and sans support,
Responds to “bxxch” labeled as “whore”
Sex for poison and sex for sport!

Young man, young man, could you bear to walk alone?
With choreographed legs and clay molded spine?
Quoting the majority, speaking with your friends’ tone,
Holding onto shirttails while blindly disregarding lines,
Unprotected sex just to help you feel alive,
Forced to buy diapers with the pennies you have earned,
From one into intoxicated night you did not want to be deprived,
Came a baby by a girl whose name you had to learn!

Young lady, Young man, both working like a slave,
To provide for a family that neither wished to know,
They scream as their dreams get sealed within a grave,
Essential sacrifices because the baby has to grow,
A self-destructive generation, corrupted and vexed,
Generation Y, is Generation XXX


Details | Rhyme | |

Helter-Skelter Spawn of Cain

Some say, the tale's not told of maidens fair and men, so cold, of how the dear and sweetest joy falls victim to the lustful boy needs telling Some say, the ways of life are harsh and maidens made to bare the cross, and lustful boys are not right taught that they are raised up and not caught needs telling Some say, the girl child or the boy, when left unguarded, luscious toy, are meant as morsels, so deployed and as sacrificial lambs destroyed needs dispelling Some blame the lamb, say ploy though insight would scream, lame decoy, and insist their innocent act merely coy so say societies naughty boys needs dispelling Some say, the rape a rite of passage, so the multitude of perverts say. The Universe seeking balance says THE DOGS WILL HAVE THEIR DAY.
*329,708 reported rapes in 2009 worldwide/ 95,136 in the USA alone 8/2009


Details | Rhyme | |

A frog like me

When Fancy`s Fairy barefooted runs in the happy green, 
The blond bees dance near honey comb in New Jersey…
One Ocean distance to lie in daily gray and self mercy:
This butterfly lost the way of Brasil Carnival just seen

In virtual  3D in the last movie of the “generation mall”
At the European new poles beyond the old courtain.
The goldfish .jpg ,pdf , new prezi in chatrooms mentain
Virtual people looking for exotic food, forgot the call.

Beyond pictures.jpg, new projects.prezi kept in leptop,
Postmodern hermeneutics of love lost the compass
And compassion in this aquarium whose ocean may pass 
All in those proclaimed Mayas last days ,they will  stop.

Staying on the large yellow water lily, a frog like me
Is fascinated by the ocean of your eyes and their swords.
 I Goggle out at the little crumbs of bread and words
As thrown by the good visitors of the small lake free.
 
“Your bread is dry and dull: You are not good for Soup!”
I wanted to share the dinner with my noble neighbor:
A reddish tortoise stopped near my poetical harbor.
I know. I know I don`t live in Galapagos with your group.

Defiant white and red beets wait on the table` bands;
Horse radishes with invisible pricking javelin, vinegar,
Turkey, salad decorated with sweet basil, potatoes eager.
Family, Trinity, prayers, smiles, candles shaking hands.


Details | Couplet | |

THE WAY TO A HOLISTIC LIFE VALUES ABSOLUTE

THE WAY TO A HOLISTIC LIFE – VALUES ABSOLUTE
Why would I keep your life in the world, when you trying to take mine out? What kind of damn fool I am as lover? I do not know hate? This is philosophy. Heed me! Why would I love you more than I love myself? I am number one; however, you can come next. God said put no man before me. I am in his likeness as a human being. This is philosophy. Adhere! The Lord told Abraham sacrifice no more. My needs must come first. Renunciation is a Buddhist creed. Why would I deny my needs? This is philosophy. Procure! If I am without belief, I lack epitome. Celestial knowledge vested. The universe origin and those that were discovered, is a viewpoint to ponder. This is philosophy. Mindfulness fulfills! Take notice to wrong to make the right. Build a bridge of crossing in meeting of the minds. Consensus is what is desired. This is philosophy. Open your eyes to the love of humanity. The world is not promised to us. Earth is not a sacrifice given by Jehovah. The Lord God Jehovah gave his only begotten son, Jesus Christ Lord, so the earth would not perish. This is philosophy. Values absolute!


Details | Couplet | |

Into the Valley of Death.....A.L.T

What of violence and God, is death simply a part of life?
as each creature large or small lives through strife.

And, righteous wrath, what of its source
a mere aberration of mans faulty mental course?

Surely, some claim to hear the Almighty Voice,
Yet, do they not simply make a human choice?

Violence is brought upon man by man;
how can it exist, we ponder, without God’s Hand?

Malnourished or over stimulated human kind
find murderous meanings in the convoluted mind.

Anger, does not motivate the most High and holy state,
man has given false meaning to accommodate.

The wise will look strongly toward mortal gain
when caught between righteousness and pain.

And speak less often of righteous anger with firm nod
Let man step lightly, for he knows not the mind of God.



Details | Epigram | |

Sin Not

Evil thoughts equal sin
One must purge them within


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Thread That Binds

A little boy and an ant became great friends one day. 
But how to live drew them apart, and this is how they ran astray:

In the Ant’s heart was strict authority and constant work each day.
Why wasn’t the boy following someone, collecting for the food array?
The ant would always build everything in exactly the same proven way.
The anthill was underground and protected them perfectly every day.
Not adding to the hive was a crime, no one would ever think to display.
He knew every thing would be perfect, if everyone did their job and obeyed.

But the boy wanted to build bridges and trestles, just like his Dad, each day.
All of them out in the open, none of them under ground or hidden away.
And inventiveness came with the notice, of new and exciting things in daily play.
His life was really cool, not boring, as standing in a line would convey.
He’d invent, and ponder, and build in exciting, new ways, to fit each new byway.
Quick minded, and resilient he’d build, many fascinating and unique causeways.

The boy and the ant eventually went away, not happy with how the other lived.
They thought the other shortsighted and scorned, at what the other could give.
But they went away without realizing, how very similar were their lives.
For each would spend their time endeavoring to help others with their drive.
But understanding is a harder concept than building a bridge or storing food.
It takes a true gift to see the world as others do…

The moral to this story is really quite easy for all to see…
You can’t expect others to live their lives the way you want them to be.
Here, each was adding to their different world, only they could see.
While one was building for a smaller, singular hive…
The other was building for the hive of mankind.


Details | Epigram | |

SEED OF WISDOM



The seed of wisdom can never 
Sprout 

In 

The soil of prejudice and 
Abhorrence!



© Demetrios Trifiatis
    29 AUGUST 2014


Details | Free verse | |

Emigration comes full circle

I left Ireland in the 80's with my husband and two babies for Holland. In 2003, we 
returned so that our children could have an Irish University education. Dublin was 
buzzing with life at the time, it was very expensive but we were home. Now in 2011, 
my daughter is emigrating, back down the old ancestral path, she is going to Madrid 
to teach English there. Our country has collapsed so badly, there is no employment 
here so we are exporting our young, educated children by the day. A sad day for me 
as my daughter leaves tomorrow. I wrote her this poem.


To Sarah
On the wave of emigration
I want you to know
That I see you, a fellow female
An equal on every level
Not just my daughter
My little pink princess
I see you as a woman
A power within this world
With oceans to offer
A lifetime still to learn
Go to your new life
A teacher in Madrid
Be free and fearless
Spread your wings and fly
Take the opportunities
Shape them to your dreams
You have all the tools
You can use them now.

Your analytic mind
Will help you make good decision
Fair and just rewards will ensue.
Your radiating heart
Will gift you new friendships
Maybe even a new love
All in good time
You will never be alone
Because you have a deep sense of self
This will be fortified
With this new tide
Your feet firmly planted
Will always serve you well
Balancing the ups and downs of Libra
Always true to yourself
Life will be true to you too.

We live in a new age today
This global world is small
As we email and skype
Fly back and forth to visit
We will continue to love
As mother and daughter
Our journeys through life
Shared
Forever together
My love
I will hold you safe
In my heart.
 


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Reflections: Intellectualism

To Dine, To Die;
Conversations spiral
While thunderous eyes
Grasp concepts to recycle.

Constant debt crisis
A political paradox
Grating social devices
Over the sorting of socks.

Pseudo-analysis
An endless groan
Argumental paralysis
The debate grants no throne.

Existentialism
Over a roast
Potatoes won't listen
To who talks the most.

"That point is so interesting"
The floor is open for chat
"What is real?" not a thing
"Meow" adds the cat.


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ADHD



**********Note:******


Every-time that I have a problem...ADHD get's in my way...so, don't say that it is
just the children.....


      ------

When some-one make's
        Me angry....
I get ' ADHD '
So, don't blame me
      ------
I shout out Loud
And then, I slam the Door
I walk around "in"Circles'
Then fall out on the Floor
And choose to ignore
The People that I,
Just want ignore....
      ------
Every-time,
That I have a problem...
That good old " ADHD "
Just kicks' in
      ----
They used to call
It an emotional out-burst
So, which is worst
      -----
I went to the Doctor
Then, I went to see
A Nurse....
But, in lacK and in search
Of an answer....
I hope sincerely,
That the Lord get's
There first.....

              GF


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You reap what you sow

Planting the garden with all love and kindness
I kneel and bow my head in quiet contemplation
Reflecting on life passed, 
already slipped through my fingers
Of times my soil was not tendered by such kindred hand
When minutes were short 
and hours so fully crammed with business
I'd simply open my seeds regardless of consequence
and scatter aimlessly upon the land
Much that fell about me would wither, fall, or fail
For quality of moment did not matter, 
meant little to me
Little I did would flourish 
for it surely wasn't manned nor intended
No nurturing, no love, no care, no nothing
Yet now my precious moments surely stand
I learnt in time to find freedom in saying no, 
gently taking back that 
that was too freely given
To once more take hold of pallet and brush with artistic flair
That my own world could bloom in full colour and take a stance
So I could get a grip, a hold on all
To really know how to stamp my brand
For time stands still for no-one


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Begin to Live

Knowing his plan and staying on course, You’ll walk through your days without guilt or remorse. Asking each day for His will to be done, You’ll soon see it clearly, as the rising sun. Life is just moments of things that we do, and if they’re done well, there’s no need to be blue. Get down on your knees, with every nightfall, And know if you pray, He will give you it all! All that you need you will soon come to know, Is already yours, so let the rest go. Stay in the moment, His presence you’ll feel. All of His goodness will seem quite surreal. There’s nothing to want for and nothing you need. Let go of the anger, the fear and the greed. And when you awaken, His presence surrounds. Thank Him again as your feet hit the ground. Then go to a place to be quiet and pray, before you are rushed right into your day. Ask Him to show you his way all the while, And know that He’s with you, it will show in your smile. These simple acts of love that we show Him, Simply mean we’ve come to know Him. Never doubt He’s always there! Forever and ever you’re in His care. As you walk through life, you’ll shine His glow. You’ll share it with others and they’ll come to know. The beauty of love that’s only ours to give, Allows us to truly begin to live.
Michelle D. ©May 15, 2011


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Pills

Now when I was a young man 
I didn’t need pills everything worked
I wasn’t a fan 

But now that I'm old 
I need pills everyday 
One to lower my blood pressure 
Another to keep the cholesterol away 

Now I have a new one 
To keep my mind straight 
And because of this 
I can’t ejaculate 

It’s good for an old man to stay hard for so long 
But even for that 
I need a pill for that schlong

I wonder whats next in the pill world for me 
Maybe a pill 
So I can pee 

They gave me holder to keep my pills all arranged 
But keeping them straight 
Is making me deranged 

I need a pill to tell me what pill and when 
Because for the life of me 
I forget now and then 

I can’t tell the difference between the colors of each  
If I take the wrong one 
I have a hard on and no speech 

Now all these little pills 
Cost a pile of bills 
Which causes me 
Lots of stress and ill 

No more pills thank you 
I’ve had my fill 

Eric (and always will be)  
 


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Alluring Title

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                                           Alluring title
                             Click look at who commented_
                                     Me, senior moment


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The Paparazzi Quinzaine

<                                   paparazzi candid shots
                                     privacy act ruined ?
                                     big nuisance ?
                                     
                                     


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The Bubble

Don't make noise, keep it quiet
We wouldn't want to insight a riot

Ironic?  Books are becoming obsolete.
Ironic?  I think books are kinda neat.
Ironic?  I'm using a computer now.
Ironic?  I had to learn. how. to. plow

Literature, thinking, it's all there 
(it's easy to find...you know where)
Push that Google
Send that message

Who will be left to pick up the wreckage?





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Holding The Faith

<                                   Holding the faith
                                     The future looks so much brighter
                                     Holding the faith
                                     Every waking hour fills plate
                                     No more will I be it's fighter
                                     For heavy load becomes lighter
                                     Holding the faith





Written By Katherine Stella 9/19/11
Entry For Nette Onclaud's
Weave A Rondelet Contest
G.L. All
                    


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THE SELF

THE SELF


Most 
Ills and misfortunes,
Inside 
The walls of the self
Begin, 
No further than that have we
To look
For
Praise or blame are 
Within!


© Demetrios Trifiatis
     16 APRIL 2013


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They said her time had come- Death by insurance

They said her time had come
No place to run
No place to hide
No time for fun
Just an empty vessel inside
Going through the motions
Numb.
Overwhelming emotions
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Evil coats
She wants to run
She desires to have fun
Not understanding why she can not play
It is now the month of May
Another denial letter
Another denial to get better
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Why such looks of sorrow?
She doesn’t understand
For there is always tomorrow
Evil coats
She takes a breath
Smelling all of the flowers
No place to hide
Now literally an empty vessel inside
They said her time had come

Her time had come
Her bald head 
Just four years old
She looks to comfort from her mom and dad
Why do they look so sad?
Evil coats drag them away 
She never got that chance to go out and play
Beep. Beep. Beeep.. Bleeeeep….. 
The room floods with long white coats
Now to heaven this little girl floats
Her time had come

They said her time had come
She was just a name
No money, undeserving of fame
Easy for her to be denied
If only the suits had looked her in the eyes
Who is to blame? 
Sent to the free clinic
Now dead at four
No insurance
Ooops! What a shame…
She could have been saved
Now two parents at her grave
Once a happy family, now destroyed
Because THEY said her time had come


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Outside Of The Box

This is a tale for you regarding Pandora and the box.
Here we find an attempt to put back on the lock
A trip back to Alexandria in your mind we must go
Trying to protect but you can’t turn back the clock

What had tried to be sealed is not what one expect
Only wanting to keep others from trying to dissect
The library was vast holding knowledge long passed
Gallant was the attempt though evil did misdirect

Someone had already check out these 365 books
See the flames raised high the city did overcook
Spread them north and east so ordered the beast
Because at the Star he did not want you to look


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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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Will You Travel With Me To Heaven PART ONE

Poem: Will You Travel With Me To Heaven?

When you wake up in the morning
From a dream you think is okay
You see your spouse and family
Get ready for another day


The dream you saw, the things you see
The bed on which you soundly sleep
Your kids all grown up, your husband
And old memories that you keep


Who do you think created them?
Were they created from nothing?
If there is no god who made these
All, then what's the point of living?


D'you think we were made from nothing
Then from nothing we live for fun
To eat and drink, to love and hate
Then when we die, what comes is none?

The eyes with which your body sees
Those sockets that keep your eyeballs
The mouth you use for food and speech
The way you answer random calls


The languages you use to speak
And another –your mother tongue-
The way you carry yourself, and
How you breathe through your heart and lungs


The muscles that stretch when you smile
Your friends who often make you laugh
The words you try to understand
And how you sign your name so fast


Your kids who once stayed in your womb
The months you carried them in you
Your feelings when you saw their first
Walk and when they smile back at you


The food you eat and cook each day
The rainfalls that fall from above
The earth you walk on each night and
Day, and the things you've learned to love


The blood that flows 'neath your skin each
Hour, the foods you eat, sweet and sour
The clouds you see above your head
The scent of various plants and flowers


The many colors of people
You see, and many sounds you hear
All things in this universe make
You think that a God must be near


A God who is not in this world
But because of Lordship –Above-
Above the skies and on His Throne
Above anything you can think of

A God who is the Most Powerful
A God who does not eat or sleep
A God who is Above all things
A God who does not sweep the streets


A God who sees us all the time
A God who knows our hidden thoughts
A God who hears us all the time
A God who gives us lots and lots

A God who made this universe
A God who is the King of all
A God who knows the good and bad
A God who causes rain to fall


A God who made all kinds of colors
A God who rotates day and night
A God who knows all languages
A God who gave the moon its light

A God who knows the past and present
A God who sees the future of all
A God who gave all kinds of sounds
A God who gave all forms –short and tall

--->PART TWO


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Unrealized Dreams

What crimes have I committed 
Who have I enslaved
The choices I make freely every day
Have I hurt you?
You live so far away
I owe you the clothing on my back
The shoes on my feet

While I walk through my pristine life
Your feet are bare
No education for your children
You work for pennies each day
Will you eat tonight
Will your dreams be realized?

It is easy for me 
I have freedom
Still I am a slave
A slave to my own desires
When will I have enough?
Will you ever be able to sew enough garments?
Am I your master?
I can not even master my own desires.
The more I see the more I want
I try not to think about the invisible hands
Your hands
Your unrealized dreams
I continue to live in my land of pretend
pretending my decisions make no difference
The corporations are at fault
you remain faceless
I remain oblivious
living my consumer dreams
my dream is your nightmare
you can't wake up
you continue to sew
rooms that are too small
the smell of sweat fills your nostrils
no sick days
position easily filled
You hold tightly to this lifeline
What choice do you have?
Can there be a fate worse than this?
Sadly the answer is yes

I sit here reading my own words
I stand guilty 
Not sure what to do
no longer ignorant of my crime
I hang my head in shame
who will pronounce my sentance
Will you be more merciful than I?


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Sonnet to Society

Plagued by agents of disinformation,
smearing objectivity with a spoof,
as if a lot of followers equals confirmation, 
a lie told often enough becomes truth.
Rumours of the Swine and depopulation,
aliens, free energy and speculation,
aur silence and tolerance bring ramification,
we need to stop for a day of contemplation,
it does not take long to realise who control’s each and every nation.
Beneath the facade of illusion,
the puppet master reaps with his confusion.

WAKE UP...tick tick tick... ... ...


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Lessons of History

Oh
I remember history well --
the ancient guidelines --
the lessons repeated,
the dramas reenacted:
the dates, of course,
were of no import;
catching the drift of things,
that was the art.
Languages change, seasons wane.
People experience all the old pain.
What happens now?
What happened before?
Lessons of history
are writ on the walls --
they peek out from thousands
of toilet stalls
where Kilroy once sat.


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The Rape Of An Innocent Soul

Early in the cool morn
After the rain of night
Single raindrop reflects
The early soft sunlight

Across the sea so wide
In the darkest night hour
A little girl with dark
Black hair has no power

A single moist teardrop
Lays on her face so fair
Teardrop reflects sad plight
The bars of room so bare

One raindrop reflects grace
All the beautiful space
One teardrop reflects hate
On the face as he rapes


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adjust

something we said so many times before
a crack in the door
a bit of a poet in all of us
red dust
sunset can’t catch
little bits o’memories
tickles under the tongue
a go-out and get you-one. . . of those
strip the rags off the rappers and sell them off for clothes
make math, in the mathematicians’ presuppose
fire sell it off to celeritas
one more big blink in the big goggles
golden fish missing in the adjustment of pince-nez
had to turn out that way
when all we did was
adjust


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Anthropology

This is an older piece that I found from a couple of years ago. I have more old 
goodies for those of you who are fans of mine already. Enjoy.

Speak, strange brother of mine
Darkened skin or  pale in tone,
Why do I not know you?
Together we are both alone,
Your eyes and beliefs are alien
My view points are not your own,
As my beliefs began with determinism
Yours too are planted and society grown,

Our diction is similar but different
Aspirations are opposites yet the same,
As the tiger views the lion at first glance
Fear and respect live within our names,
Our labels force us inside of a box
Frailties inspire judgment and empathy
Not knowing now, that we are one
Nor how the correct word is sympathy,

Sympathy is the term we shall feel
As insight inspires greater understanding,
To study your life is to reflect on my own
As each existence is equally demanding,
As minor details have kept us apart, I now see you,
As a picture of me, placed on a different shelf,
For who I believed would be a task to “know”
Is merely a different name, given to, myself


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' Geometry To Me ... '

You, Man … Are The Angles
To My Curves
Hard and Sharp Corners
To My Circular-Swerves

You Are Exact
To My Abstract
You Are Algebra
To My Pre-School Math

You Are Calculus
To My Abacus
You Are The Chemical
To My Stimulus

You Are The Extra
To My Average
You Are The Multiply
To My Nothing Added

You Are Autonomy
To My Anatomy
You Are The Fractal
In My Infinity

You Are Geometry To Me:

You Are Steep Mountains
To My Mounds and Valley
You Are Raindrops In The Forest
To My Snow-Ballet

You Are Hot Desert Sands
To My Cold Ocean Waves
You Are The Mirage man
To My Love-Slave

You Are Dimension-Diamonds
To My Parallel-Pearls
You Are The Universe
To My World

You Are The Prism
To My Beam Of Light
and You Are The Days
Resting Upon My Nights …

And You Are Geometry To  Me …


Geometry (?e?µet??a; geo = earth, metria = measure)
is a part of mathematics concerned with questions of size, shape, 
and relative position of figures and with properties of space.
(uncountable) The branch of mathematics dealing with spatial relationships;
(countable) A type of geometry with particular properties;
Geometry is one of the oldest sciences. ...


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Trig Class

Check clock A white light burst expanding across the sheet Blue ruled lines blur to nothing Clear against the paper. I can’t see them, or the graphite symbols But I know they are there. I wrote them Another failed attempt at grasping attention. The professor’s voice cuts through the moment High pitched, harmonious Her accent harmonizing the mathematical enlightenment A series of statements strung together Punctuated by silences An expectation of some sort of outpouring of understanding. After a pause, she resumes Leaving another potential for exposure averted for now. The green marker fades against the white board It is also putting forth a minimal effort. The chapter and section offer a temporal landmark A quantifiable measurement of how far I am behind. Another pause Silence She gazes across the board A battlefield of green example problems and red functions Even she is confused by the carnage. A mathematical expression lays stunned But not dead Suddenly, a light flickers, shining from behind her eyes A moment of triumph. She resumes, renewed While I fade farther into the back Attempting to become one with the off beige wall. My mind is blank, almost clear So much so that I can feel the blood rush through my veins I try to trace a single cell through my body But I realize I don’t remember that much detail on the circulatory system. My adventure aborted, my gaze returns to the clock Check clock I am only interested in a line of pi, 180° As in 6:45pm Time to leave.


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' The Pied Piper and The Tiger ... ' 67th Senryu

‘ The Pied Piper and The Tiger … ’  67th  Senryu



 Both:  The Pied Piper
The Lady Or The Tiger …
Readers Picks … Either …


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Over The Hill Footle

what you will
    when over that hill

    well your feet will swell
               and body might smell 
 
                           your hair will grey 
                                  want to be lazy all day

                                         tummy will sag
                                             eyes will bag

                                                    get bunions too
                                                          on heels how shrew

                                                                     lose some teeth
                                                                               OMG good grief

                                                                                         so if you will
                                                                                               take it slowly up that hill


Entry For Brian Strand's 
What You Will Contest

I chose Footle

                                                              

                                                                                                       


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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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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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Regrets

Once, love dreamed of,
I used to write her name
by mine, in hope she’d notice
Over and over, again, again, again.

She’d look with radiant smile
I’d do same
Would pass me by
Repeatedly, again, again, again.

Two doves we were,
both tender hearts so tame
Shy to speak
In dreams I’d call (your name) again, again, again.

So it came to be
There was no lover’s lane
As we lived our lives alone
Memories recalled – regrets, again, again, again.


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Third Planet From The Sensible

Welcome to this world,
Greedy, hateful, and selfish
Full of false friendship,
Sans love, Sans morality,
Family values are humorous
Narcissism has become god
Consideration is a frailty
Bonds are born to be broken

Brothers adopt acquaintances
Mothers succumb to platitudes
Fathers are slaves of lecheries
Children are raised by the world
inheriting every corrupted rule,
None bereave the older days
Yet wonder about the present,
Animal instinct is now conventional

As we regress, all seem to suffer,
Yet pity is only a luxury of self
Mercy is an archaic word
Forgiveness is a fragile fairy-tale
Life as it was is a history book
Taught to be trivial knowledge,
Millions of worlds live on one planet
Trying to stay out of other's orbits

What happened to humanity?
When did we lose sight of soul?
Are we still man or back to beasts?
Who else asks these questions?
Why is the solution so simple
and the farthest answer from mind?
What planet has this become
and where did the earth drift? 


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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 Last Laugh?

Democracy now that is a laugh
When the voting is all stacked with graft
And I will give you a plug
If you punch out that lug
If you believe me you’re really daft!

You say you’re poor and you’re not real able
To put food and some bucks on the table
Just right say the rich
Starve and don’t *itch
Or drop by and muck out my stable!

Grad’s from Vassar and Yale all abhor
Those in Appalachia with dirt floors
But they own the coal mines
And their wealth is refined
They won’t mess up their minds keeping score.

You can’t get a real education
In this righteous American nation
Well go read a book
Or go shoot a crook
Rise to your appropriate station!



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Quit Calling Me

<                                          good tarnations  .......  to this darn nation

                                            economic woes   .......  our money goes

                                                      all we are is .....   numbers

                                                      to good ole ....... Uncle Sam

                                             
                                             don't you just hate being called ....... sometimes







Entry For
John Freeman's Contest
Citizen Or Subject
G.L. All


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Female Santa clause

She wakes this morning
Got along day ahead
She’s making sandwiches 
Hot soup and garlic bread

She love to feed the homeless
She sees on the street
She will drive around the city
To give them something to eat

She goes to the hospital
She love to helps the elderly
She always volunteers 
To keep them company

And to save the animals
She campaigns tirelessly
And she will never stop
Till they are all free

She goes to the orphanage
She love to make the children smile
She runs for cancer charity
In the New York 10 k mile

She protest to stop the wars
And to free Palestine
She doesn't like religions
To control people minds 

They cutting down the rain forest
She would love to stop it now
She goes to the Amazon
And stand in front of the plow

She would loves to stop genocide
She loves to give donations
She would love to stop poverty
From every nations

She fights for the hopeless
To end their misery
And against all the oil spills
That kills fishes in the sea

She stands for human rights
Against so many countries 
She loves to save humanity
And to spread equality

And she love to tell me 
Of all the wonderful things she does
She is just an angel
And a female Santa clause 

And I love to hear her talk
Of all she would love to do
And I know she wouldn't stop
Till they all come true


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The Swarming Bees

The angry bees or the mild
Grew together in the hive in the house next to the tree
Although couldn't understand as a child
That any of bees would hurt me

Those bees mating and taken to flight
Would cover and sting anyone in sight
Where we all alike hit the dirt lying low
Not wanting those bees to sting us that day


Now fifty-seven years later remembering you
You who was a hero to me that way

The orchard probably is not longer there
Wonder if those bee hives' boxes still sit
Next to the house at the edge of orchard
Or did those bees go back into the side
The side of the house through that tiny hole
Back to their hive and family


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Reflection's of the soul.

The world is my mirror, it reflects
a man not yet made, so much
pain and suffering reside, it will not
change till I change inside, acknowledge
what I am, an inflated ego, in denial
of my true self, my sentient being
suffocated by lies, this is the reflection
I see, this is what is inside of me,
and little by little the ego crumbles
away and is buried by all of its
crutches unfulfilled, the reflection changes
with not one soul killed.


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Abstract Be the Closed Minded

Selfish and greedy they grasp at one cause
Blind be the dead denying Natures laws


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Mistakes

The reason why we say we’re sorry
Is because we made a mistake
Mistakes can really hurt someone
And cause a lot pain and heartache

No one sets out to make a mistake
It’s just a moment lack of judgment
You might do something stupid
Or say things you didn’t meant

There are many types of mistakes
Some you laughs because it’s just fun
Then there are the very stupid mistakes
And the very very clever ones

Mistakes is happening all around us
Like the man who build the crooked fence
Like saying you can’t achieve something
Before applying your command sense

Sometimes we becomes weak
And regrets we didn’t put up a defense
Some times we hurt the ones we love
With The things they shared in confidence

We all have made lots of mistakes
That we are sorry that we ever make
But cheating and having an affair
Is a will full act, not a mistake

So if you have someone that cheats
Leave them now save your self the pain
Or they will be like Britney spears song
Saying over and over “opps I did it again”

Some neighbors’ fight with each other
Causing a lot of useless tensions
Using all kind of words
That is too bad for this poem to mention

But what ever mistakes we make
If we are truly sorry we can make it right
We can go to that person we hurt
And ask how we can make it right

And that person might not believes at first
They may think we are not sincere
But when they see how truly sorry we are
The hurt we cause them will disappear

The only time you can’t correct a mistake
Is if you have taken someone life’s
For you can never return that person
To their children, husbands s of wives

Tonight I told someone I am sorry
For the words that was said
I made a mistake Please forgive
This stupid fool with the big head

And that person says I was an idiot
So now I while eating ice cream and cake
I agreed with that person 100 percent
And that’s the truth, not a mistake


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What's on the Cover

What's on the Cover
        by Amy Swanson


"Fat, fat, the water rat,"
the other children said - 
and she could never after
get that phrase out of her head.

Little girl would anxiously
await the time for play,
praying silently that they
would not tease her today.

Every recess was the same
and each day she would cry,
at times she felt so hideous
she wanted to just die.

She had to work three times as hard
to lose a little weight
while others could eat anything
that sat upon their plate.

She grew into her teen years
all too quickly she found out
that if her food did not stay down
no longer she'd be stout.

She knew that this was not the way,
a miserable eating plan;
but it made the teasing stop,
she even met a man.

She kept her secret very well
continued it for years
while going through life's motions,
hid behind her silent tears.

Folks would say "You're beautiful,"
but if they only knew
just what it took to stay that way
they'd have a different view.

Life goes on, and time went by
no matter how she tried
she never felt like she belonged
sometimes she sat and cried.

Society cares far too much
for lust of lovely things,
And those that don't like what they see
will quickly clip the wings

of someone else who won't conform
to this world's shape and image.
It matters not, their brains or heart,
it's more about the visage.

She raised her head and looked into
the mirror, with wet eyes
she shook her head and suddenly
she came to realize

she was as good as anyone
with so much love to give -
she'd died inside, a slave to scales
she now wanted to live.

She splashed cool water on her face
and made a solemn vow
today would be a fresh new start
beginning here and now.

This is not just one girl's story
many share her tale;
warnings of bulimia
oft met with no avail.

If only we could look beyond
the flesh of one another;
True value based on what's inside,
not what's on the cover.


Details | I do not know? | |

why do people listen

people now a days care what people think about them and want to be liked for more then 
just who they are and they will lie and and try to make friends for the wrong reasons and 
they want to be liked by all and many people and they will be what that type of person 
wants them to be. is it really worth it to be something your not when there are people out 
there in the world who will like you for you and you can make true friendships that will last 
longer and wont hurt you in the end. if you want to make true friends you will need to be 
able to act like yourself for the whole time and try to find those people that will think of 
you as hey i like him/her and i want to be friends with them. People want to be liked by as 
many people that they can and they wish that they could find the people that like them for 
them and they want to be able to be like by a lot of thos people but they are hard to find if 
you have the mentality that you have to fake who you are. if you will take the chance and 
try to talk to new people that you dont know not just the cool people you might be amazed 
at what you find and form a true bond that will last throug a life time. people want to be 
popular and want to be able to do what the poular people do all of the time but is it worth 
it if you cant even find the true you anymore. i wish all of the people in the world had what 
it took to say you know what im me if you dont like it then buzz off. if more people did that 
i think that we would have a lot more people in this world that are happy and have fun with 
the people that matter and will be able to talk to them about anything. people dont know 
what a strong gift it is to be different then the other people around them and if they would 
just stop and act like themselfs then they will be happy and people are ment to be 
different and be a leader not a follower. people can read this and say what ever they like 
me for me and i dont have to believe you and it is also your choice to take what you hear 
and apply it and it is your choice to ignor it i hope you will learn something from this and 
use it to become a better person and be a happier person.


Details | Limerick | |

Time to Read

As you take the time to read
You cultivate the knowledge seed
But take you the time to care
And please do be aware
On what your mind doth feed


Details | Haiku | |

absent thoughts

absences from class
correlate with grades that
reflect absent thoughts


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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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Dignity

People work, and may work differently
Temporarily or may work permanently 
People may work together in different positions
Some have this job some have that occupations 
People work for so many employers 
Employers always look for the customers
Small or big work is work all the way 
Earning to the living all the way 
Working for the money 
Spending all the money 
Or saving all the money 
Or spending, saving and donating 
Work with a mission is of complementing 
Everybody have the same colour blood 
So no one can become superior by work
So work is work, neither big nor small 
  This is the dignity of the job for all   
  


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Who Cares

<                                     she has cast her .... shadow
                                       thus transformed and expanded
                                       this notable profession
                                       into               the
                                       twenty first century











Entry For Brian Strand's
Ekphrasis Contest G.L. All




Florence Nightingale
The 39th Nurse  - 1820-1910


The Florence Nightingale Museum
London England


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I MUST LEAVE YOU IN DESPAIRE

You were a waste of time
Not even deserving of a good rhyme
Fist clenched, sweat damping my face
Anxious to find my place
I take the first step
It takes a hold
Just as if I were driving wearing a blindfold
Grabs me tight
I try so hard to fight

I feel my heart race, I begin to pace
At least it reminds me that I’m part of the human race
I take the first step
First we meet to say our goodbyes
I say must walk alone
I say must fall alone
For I am capable of picking myself up
Embracing the world like a new born pup
I am sorry to say…I can no longer stay 

So afraid of failing
That was why I kept on bailing
I am now ready to take the next step
I can no longer hide
I need to realize my own ability buried deep inside
I set myself free
And finally discover the real me
You see my dear…
It is this little thing in life that hinders us
This little thing we call FEAR…


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THE CHOICE OF ONE'S HEART

Parents are very fierce on expectations by holding the rod....
they mean well, but they crush or ignore their teens' wishes;
not all are meant for professional careers, others choose trades
to express themselves in the best ways they know how.


My dad wanted me to be an aircraft engineer, 
but I rebelled and chose a writing career;
I disappointed him a lot by disobeying...
but as much as I love airplanes, I prefer writing.  


I envision those airplanes as thoughts traveling through space on floating clouds,
and they are lovely indeed...like the fearless birds flying past the hazy horizon;
I wonder how any pilot finds the courage to fly them without looking down...
I peaked through that window: all I saw was a blue Earth with majestic mountains. 


Being a writer is not a guaranteed profession, or a tale from rags to riches...
its the happiest one, but it's full of personal satisfaction and self esteem;
there's none like it, and on that expectation, I've built my childhood long dream,
but the biggest thrill of all is to see your words translated in many languages. 


Sadly, my dad passed away and his bitterness I recall with pain;
it wasn't an act of disobedience, but a matter of choice, or even worthiness,
and the choice of one's heart always seems to be the right one!
Can anyone among you see my refusal as betrayal, or a desire for greatness?


Details | Rhyme | |

Life's Complexity

Look deep within the light my love
My gentle caring sleep
the song of nature drifts along
at times the wind is steep and strong

The heart a hollow empty song
the drain on life complete
but then from out of emptyness 
the song of love grows strong

The energy returning
you dance upon your feet
the cuddles that you're yearning
returned you are complete 

my mind delves into darkness
it fights with dreams and scheemes
it struggles with the truth of life
I need to know whats real

I need to know the truth of life
to know whats really real
we study then the body 
the life of man complete

look to see the beauty 
complexity so sweet
interwoven nature 
our thoughts of glowing flame

We study terminology
we study anthropology
we study then biology
with thoughts that do compete

In truth this sweet compexity 
holds answers over time
who did design the human brain
who did design the mind

The arguments from science
I then do not believe
It simply was by accident
we came to be conceived

the body's so complex my friend
I think they self deceive
I do believe in science
the study of our life

I do believe the bible
that god created life
I do not see your problem
I do not see your strife

It say's that god created man
it does not tell you how
Could evolution be my friend
the tool that god made to make man


Details | I do not know? | |

Jewish Rhythmic Elemental summoning Dance Music

Fool an i
we lay so incredulously
In a love....
That it seems our sorrows rest in mind
and all is enabled,
now we able,
to weave mesh of this light as we bind...
seemingly caught up in webs of time.

But stood it may
like a shadow 
was the thoughts that attest between us..
how uncouth the prattled battle lay,
all it consumes,
as it presumes ,
to arrest and attest for our lives...
keeping us caught up in lies 'till we die.


Details | Blank verse | |

Think Out Loud America

Its time to think out loud America                                                                                                    Think about no meals on wheels for the elderly                                                                              Think about cancer patients being cut lose to die                                                                          Think about our children's education being turned into a Lottery                                                    Its time to think out loud America                                                                                              Think about going to one war after another                                                                                Think about our leaders need for greed
Think about who pays and who plays                                                                                                                                 Its time to think out loud America                                                                                                    Think about  who bails out the banks                                                                                                Think about who picks up the tax break  for big oil                                                                        Think about who makes up the short fall for  the tax dodgers                                                    Its time to think out loud America                                                                                                 Think about the majority rule and how the millionaires in Congress Changed the rules                     Think about the tax payers after they pay for the wars and the rebuilding projects                          Think about social security being cut back And disabled vets pensions being cut back                  And ask yourself  If you've had enough! And if you have......                                                           It's time think out loud


Details | Free verse | |

INNOCENCE

INNOCENCE


Innocence,
You, clear and clean water of
Consciousness,
Pure thought of our unadulterated 
Mind,
Devoted instrument of divine
Will,

Born with us you were,
In our early years 
Every step of ours you
Tenderly attended,
Always, 
The road of virtue
Advising us to take

BUT

Little by little, 
As years passed by, 
The path of honesty we lost 
From our sight 
And
You, Oh innocence, 
Slowly but persistently
Were chased away,

Now, 
Without you, our hearts 
A desolate place has 
Grown to be,
An unbearable desert 
Of regret,
Desperately 
A drop of your virtuous dew, 
Upon our sinfull lips we 
Pray to fall, 
Yearning 
Children to become 
AGAIN!



© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 February 2013


Details | Haiku | |

no match for high-tech jobs

lower-skilled workers
are plentiful, but are no
match for high-tech jobs


Details | Free verse | |

Mindfuq

Roses are blue
Violets are red
You read this wrong
I know you did


Details | Narrative | |

Internet education

I have an internet education 
I graduate everyday
I have an internet education
I bookmark my favorite page

I know about civil war
In Bosnia and the Sudan 
and that one in the United States
that forged "American"
Water rights in Tibet
Afghanistan's hidden resources
Machinery for the war
we haven't fought yet
revealing plotted courses

Challenge me to any thing 
it not about how fast I type
It is a perennial philosophical reflection
that if one looks deeply into oneself
one will discover not only one's own essence
but also the essence of the universe. 
For as one is a part of the universe
as is everything else,
the basic energies of the universe
flow through oneself
as they flow through everything else.
So it is thought that 
one can come into contact 
with the nature of the universe
if one comes into contact 
with one's own nature. 

In seconds I can translate
Chinese and Tagalog
Create a web site, delete a face book
even start a blog (Beaureguard Schmeltzer)
I have an internet education
every day I am learning more
with my internet education
its about me like never before.

Now who do I share this with
my lessons of life
I spent twenty five years at the keyboard
my muscles are tight.
I miss me...
 
Until tomorrow and the school bell rings again.
Keep up your education any way you can.

Never keep to your self the beauty that is inside 
share your time, your life, your spirit with others.
Get out, enjoy, play music, paint.
Bring home the white clouds again. 

Beaureguard Schmeltzer
Arthur Schopenhauer, how did you know?










Details | I do not know? | |

What is Law?

Statute, code, regulation, also the ordinance. Four instruments with meanings, in
governments pretense. Study you'll find the difference, from the law and these four 
tools. The law it comes from nature, these four are man made rules. They define the
laws upon bookshelves, their not the rule of law themselves. Rules have supposed 
purpose, they shape a laws virtue. Officials write so many rules, a law twist to 
their view. Do you see the danger, in how many rules we pass. I'll give you one 
example, I hope you see and fast. A man not wearing a seat belt, isn't 
constitutional law. By code this man be binned, by code this man be fined. I'll 
give another example, to make this very clear, a man breaks in your home, to harm
your family peers. You wrestle a gun away from him and shoot him in defense. He's
tried and convicted, they throw him in the pen, while in jail he studies,
and finds one of these rules. He claims you did not have to shoot, your deemed
unusually cruel. You find your self in court again, your head begins to spin, say
to yourself, I did nothing wrong, there's no way he can win. In trial you say, he
broke in, he brought the gun in too. The convicted man, wins the case, a million
you've been sued. Say to the judge, where is the law, where is our common sense?
Gone with statutes, codes, regulations, also the ordinance.


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come home (first verse)

AS my chest gets pumped by the rescue team
I see my soul slowly hover over the scene
 
my life begins to flash I see me in my youth
stealing candy out the store in my Easter suit

I used to skip Sunday school and the bible lessons
but those vital lesson could have saved my adolescents

my mom stressing I was completely outrageous
my education wasn't between the text pages

was so impatient these streets fed what I was craving 
It left mom weeping and waiting praying and pacing

with total dedication she would sacrifice
I'm out the back with hoodlums in the night

involved with all types of things that won't right
and moms used to gripe about what did each night

but Im in my zone 
Im grown
as a matter of fact I'm gone
leaving mom up waiting for praying for her son to come home


Details | Rhyme royal | |

SAPPHO'S CLIMB

                       SAPPHO'S CLIMB

Is this Sappho to whom i speak
Bride of Lesbos with the low forbidden voice
She climbs the rocky mountains dangerous  peak
Calls in the blue daughters of twilight to rejoice
in the bursting spring. She brings her songs and lyre
Delights the camping soldiers with the fire
Bold call-- vibrates soldierly repressed desires
Sirens yearn --bid most valiant heroes return
Desert-- slaves to familiar arms that hold them til they burn


Details | I do not know? | |

For Those Who Have

Burning through quite some oil of life
I remembered over what all had been,
There were some moments highlighted in my mind
Where loss and pain filled up the entire screen

Even though the present was wonderful not fine
I gave into my mind’s simple little tricks,
Thoughts jumped back to time when there was little money and
I remembered the car that wasn’t gifted when I turned six

This made me sad and I just sat thinking over
Why for small little things god made my mind wrestle,
I had forgotten that I drove my own car now
And lived with my family in a sweet little castle

Refusing to lament the things that were not
I remembered all the treasures with me that remain,
Wondering if I really enjoyed them all this time
Would there have had been any stings or pain

This glorified my journey of what it was till now
And that moment decided what I was going to be,
My life might take me through some unplanned waters
But I must thank god for whatever I see


Details | Light Poetry | |

Hurricane sandy

I remember the war in Iraq
Seeing bombs falling from the sky
And parents trying to comfort 
The children who were afraid to die

And I also remember some people
Who had happiness on their face?
As they watch on the news
And enjoy the war that was taking place

And then the long lines for gas
In Iraq that we see on Aljazeera
No one cares because they think
That could never happen in America

But who is in the kitchen 
Will be the ones to feel the heat
And some takes life for granted
That there will always be food to eat

Now I look at hurricane sandy
And the destructions that it has cause
And I’m sure many of those affected
Are those who was happy for the wars

Innocent lives are lost in sandy
And I feel the sorrow in my heart
Some lost everything they have
All I lost is gas for my truck to start

Is this god’s way of saying to all?
Super powers nations of the world
Change your evil ways today
Or more natural disasters will unfold

The people in war torn countries
Their lifes seems to have no meaning
They are being killed for just gathering
Or even if they are having a wedding

I wish i can make it stop now
But my voices are just one
And it hurt me to be so helpless
While all these atrocities go on

So sandy brings pain and emptiness
Like no one believe it could do
To people who think they were immune
From feeling pain and suffering to

Until the day Jesus returns to earth
There will be wars and hurricanes
Tsunamis, typhoons, earth wakes
So till then we humans will keep suffering


Details | Rhyme | |

A Kaleidoscope

A kaleidoscope, a mixture of colors and light
So hard to describe so hard to write
Just like a life just like mine
Here is mine my time to shine

The colors change just like time
A life goes on to hit its prime
No matter what it keeps on changing
Just like life keeps on arranging

My story begins at age six
When life was suddenly no easy fix
The Kaleidoscope began to turn
And its center began to churn

My father left our family home
He left alone to go and roam
Suddenly the Kaleidoscope went dark
Even now it’s left its mark

It remained unturned for about two years
And the movement became quite severe
My Mother moved away from home 
To improve her new teaching career

The shades of blue came into play
As most of my family had passed away
My mother was strong and held my hand
Even though nothing had gone as planned

My family will always be in my heart
Those small blue beads will play their part
At that time I was almost nine
I pretended that I was just fine

The colors changed from blue to red
I went on with almost no dread
At age eleven I moved once more
I moved again to the California core

I spent the next year in shades of green
All the kids were just too mean
I went to Junior and then Senior High
Then it was time to say goodbye

The Kaleidoscope turned and made a painting
My life became very entertaining
That’s when I met you for the first time
My hope and happiness began to climb

But My Father turned my Kaleidoscope for me
And I asked and cried my pitiful plea
On the weekends the kaleidoscope turns black
With nothing there to change it back

There are ups and downs, lights and darks
With many blond moments and smart remarks
My life will always be turning fast
Even so I have time to look back at my past

If I remember one thing it is that
My life was nothing like combat
But I still fought wars of my own
Without them my world would still be unknown

There is nothing quite like a kaleidoscope
It’s a symbol of change and hope
I like to think my life is like this
So look back and reminisce

Look back at your thoughts and dreams
But remember nothing is as it seems
The Kaleidoscope will turn to show your past
What was boring and what was a blast

Mine shows everything you’ve done for me
You showed me how fun life can be
You made my life what it is now
To this day I still wonder how

Thank you for turning my Kaleidoscope
And giving me strength and the power to cope
You made my life a beautiful rainbow
You deserve more than you will ever know


Details | Free verse | |

Thoughts On Perfection

As men we aspire to perfection
The slim sliver of impossible
which lies between infallibility 
and the outskirts of non existence,
Searching for its proof for the mere
chance at having it define us,
For other adjectives have become
beneath us in our own evolution

Thus we strive for a deity's temperament
and assume equality with unseen irony
Disregarding humility, nobility, desirable
work ethic, and other essential virtues,
For each becomes viewed as inferior
to the extravagant identity we have stolen,
While conventional attributes such as pride
and confidence are escalated to frailties

Too ignorant on our quest for best,
to notice the change of our views,
As visions of tomorrow become
stepping stones to a more myopic sight,
Belittling the very allure of being mortal,
by denying ourselves wisdom through experience,
For no future mistakes means no future period
which condemns us to our present self,

In retrospect, which reiterates the ironic
truth of the entire self perceived perfection,
Our only perfection is our constant evolution,
as it was at birth, it shall be through death,
The continuous cycle of ignorance to knowledge,
For if man does find the treasure of this desire,
Man will still be man and nothing more,
With only the potential of failure as motivation,

Thus, abandoning the sweet taste of accomplishment,
the soft touch of achievement will be never more,
For perfection has only itself to aspire to,
and only its inevitable demise to be a last sight,
A demise that happens at the moment of assumption,
For to be perfect is to be flawed temporarily,
A fact that holds true even to the assumed perfect
which is unseen to him, thus ending his identity,

Therefore, he who holds himself as infallible,
Disregards hope, Disregards logic,
Disregards truth, disregards companionship,
Abandoning his mortal life to become excluded,
Selling his realization of humanity for the price
of a label that will never be proven to others,
Watching us live a life he wants, but still has,
Unable to see his flaws, he has become less than all,
Thus the "perfect" person, lives in perfect misery


Details | Cowboy | |

gladiator

our skills..talents..gifts,that we have..
these are our tools..weapons..instruments
and we just want to live..
put into a situation in wich we did not choose our roles..
some of us are the fans and the royalty
they watch people like me do what needs to be done...
people like me..we just want to live
so we use our weapons and do what we have to..
we didnt choose for it to be like this..
we watch the fortunate  crowd the seats of this coliseum called life..
and they watch us jump back and forth through shades of color..
they judge us...
but we just want to live


Details | Epigram | |

TIME ANEW

TIME ANEW
(When we celebrate the coming of the New Year, we have to keep in mind...)  

Time,
My best friend,
My worst enemy,
To my child you gave birth and 
My parents you took away,

Happiness is your gift
Suffering is your doing
You took the bride to church and
To cemetery you led the widow  

Love with you it grew in me
So did her sister, hate
To spirit you brought ecstasy and
To the heart abhorrence  

Success came with you
Failure likewise
You made me proud to feel and
Also to feel ashamed
BUT
Each time you come ANEW
Jubilantly I celebrate
For unconditionally I LOVE YOU 
Because I am your CHILD! 

©Demetrios Trifiatis
  01 January 2013


Details | Couplet | |

Polar Bears And The Penguins

Some times they say the great and mighty do fall…
And the penguin story of greatness, should be heard by all.
Polar bears are mighty and cunning with massive brute strength.
But they messed with the penguins, a mistake, I do think.

The polar bears went after the penguins and cute little chicks.
So you’ll never guess what those cute little penguins did.
Using the most courageous penguins as a target so nice.
They lured all the polar bears, for the first time, out onto the ice.

The greedy bears moved out in force for the kill.
But the penguins pushed the ice flows into the currents windmill.
So intent on dinner and full of themselves, were they that day… 
That the polar bears didn’t notice the ice caught in the currents sway.

The polar bears were way out to sea, before noticing their plight.
And, by then, the penguins were safely at home tucked in for the night.
You might say, the current was a friend to the penguins that day.
For it eventually sent those polar bears to the North Pole far away.

Now the moral of this story is here to easily understand.
Brute strength is not the greatest thing to cherish; it is far greater to plan…
And, never turn your back on a penguin I say.
They’re the reason there’s no polar bears at the South Pole, to this day.

Tell Me A Story Contest


Details | Canzone | |

Embracing Lust Or Being Just

Temptations again they do be daily
Ode to Jesus Christ dare I not fail they
Surround by sin how can I win
With faith and truth of heart
No matter how the enemy comes at me
Be I righteous and show charity


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Nobody Likes A Know It All Part 4 of 4

Humans Live For Adventure & Mystery
That's Why GOD Keeps Some Things Under Lock & Key
(Eccl. 3: 10, 11)
So, We'd Search & Seek & Survey & See
& Either Answer, 'At Last!' ... or Say, 'Enlighten Me' ...

 and GOD Will Have Wonders To Show
... I Know What I Know

I've Picked My Course - Prepared My Brain ...
Into A Station of Connections & Synapse, Super-Train
I've Made My Mind Open-Up & Carefully Chose
A University Where Knowledge, Flourishes & Flows
And For The Letters That Represent A High I. Q.
 I Love Alpha & Omega & Phi Beta Kappa's  Ok-2

Its A Great Privilege of Being A Pro ...
... 'Cause I Know What I Know

I've Lived, I've Listened, I've Labored, I've Learned
I've Been A Student ... Yes, Knowledge - I've Earned
I've Longed, I've Loved, I've Libraried & Looked
I've Been An Acolyte ... of  The Greatest Book!

and Something In Its Pages, Bestows ...
... What I Know ... So I Know

Yet No One Down Here Is Really A Know-It-All
No One On Earth Knows Everything, Because
Every Human Being Is Ignorant of Something ...
At Sometime; Of Someplace; In Some-Way; or Some String
That Could Attach To The Rope That Elevates Our Minds
That Makes Us Climb Harder & Higher To Find - Wise Signs

King Solomon Was Once The Wisest Man
GOD Gave Him Insight To Understand
Solomon Said, "Everything Is Vanity" ... All Our Plans
So Enjoy Living - But Be The Best We Can

So Our Buying, Our Building & Even Our Escrow
... Adds To Our Vanity, I Know

Yeah, Nobody Likes A Know-It-All
or Even If You Know Just A Lot
Even The Bible Tells Us To
 Tone It Down ... Or Stop
(Prov. 9: 7, 8 / Matt. 7: 6)

'Cause Hearing Something That You Don't Want To Know
May Feel Like A Banged Elbow or A Bumped Toe
And I'll Respect Your Wishes, If You Say No!
... But Still, I Know What I Know

So, If I Sound Like A Raven or A Bold Crow
or An Owl At Night, Whose Eyes Brightly-Glow
Sitting On A Limb or The School-Bus Below ...
... I Know What I Know


(Acts 26: 24, 25)
(  ... You're going mad - MoonBee!  Mad!
Great Learning is 'driving' you mad! )
yuk-yuk - he-he-he ....


    Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/20/2013 
     by:  MoonBee Canady


(Part 4 of "Nobody Likes A Know-It-All" is the serious side of  addressing "Knowledge ... ... So, this free verse is really about Godly Knowledge, Biblical Learning and Spiritual Intelligence ... (first) ... and then about education and different areas of study in an academic way.  So when reading this write - that should be kept in mind, to get the most out of it ... MoonBee


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The Walk

The Walk
An elected position walks into transition, but not without apprehension.
Thrusted forward into accountability, a " word" that was lost in recent financial history.
Blame and blasphemy encircles him for others greed, carelessness, incompetency and 
irresponsibility.
Unlike the blind man to our today's society, anger creates a false reality.
A "change we can believe in", is the course called destiny.
Persecution upon every action or direction met with resistance by those who remain held in social captivity from their own personal experiences or enthralled perceptions of " what ought not be".
Prepare the world, for the world is watching and they  see, that without corruption 
and a massive scale of discrimination , injustices and judgments as their plea, they are not happy nor do they believe that  they can or that they will succeed. 
May forgiveness and mercy find it's place upon his adversaries as well as for him whom they do this unto in the sight of he.
People, we call ourselves, "we"; therefore, "we must not lose focus , the walk for change remains on our compass to destiny and real facts vs. opinions will be our guide for future history.

copyright@2010 by Carrie M. Love-Atkins


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MIND GAMES


YOU'RE NOT GOOD FOR ME.

CHEATING, LIES , THE GAMES YOU PLAY.

I  DESERVE  BETTER.


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A DRINK IN THE MORNING

Coffee in a cup, makes a cup of coffee;
just as an aroma from within, makes the air,

smell of flowers in the spring

...blossoms,
blooms,

time,

...a sweet thing, like sugar cane is to the tasting,
and the tasting is to stirring the dream,
flavor,

making flavored coffee
soul,

a drink in the morning.


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Undertaken Be Ye

Life be that of what thy navigation
Anticipation of what be in mind of all
Fame ye reasons for crossing the plain?
Treason be devout this what man brought
Deny you spiritual life exists is not truth
What will one yield plowing thru the field?


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Before it is too Late

Wars, famine and pestilences.
Death comes with a pension.

Poor people in this country.
Poverty all over, feeling empty.

Diseases spreading all over the globe.
Some mutated, some foretold.

Global warming sends a warning.
No one listens, it keeps on moaning.

Clean water becoming undrinkable.
Poisoning into the unthinkable.

Beauty that the world once held.
Destroyed by only a single shell.

Threats of war, they will come due.
A price to pay, because we are cruel.

Extinction presages as our future.
If we don’t all heed the bigger picture.  

Terrorism is the world's axis of evil.
World in court, everyone is blameful.

We must be meaningful and do our part.
It's never to late to have a change of heart.


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It's Tax Time Cinquain

                                                              taxes
                                                       financial charge
                                                      direct or indirect
                                                exacted by our legislate
                                                              body


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Children of Market Gods

Children of Market Gods

Oh the sherbet of my youth
To climb trees
And run from bees
To bathe in playful streams
To dress up and be the prince of my dreams

I was captain hook
Marvelled at stories from my books
Imagination my friend, my dog blue,
A friend so true
Everyday an adventure, the sun was mine
And the snow, so special, so divine.

Now I am old, and the world can count the cost
The legacy of childhood which has been lost
What happened to the children I see?
Who have no time for childish things?
But love a world where nothing is real
Games of war and adverts galore

No magic dragons, or slop dosh pies
Just another mp3 and the must have zombie game to buy
Enthralled by what the judges say on X-factor
Emmerdale farm and holly oaks, such poor actors
Britain’s Got talent, and Made in Chelsea
Can someone help me?

Imagination is dead
Who will lead tomorrow?
All I see is sorrow
For books never read
For dreams that are dead
For children with a dull existence
A bottle of wine and East Enders their future subsistence

Brain cells left on the shelf
Along with the artist, the poet and Santa’s little elf
Lost is the childhood
And we are to blame
It is our shame
We as parents, forgot they are children
Call me a grumpy old sod
But one day I will continue this conversation with God.




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Untitled #348 / or if...

or if they’ll say,
“Everyone must research that
for themselves!”


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Untitled #335 / Astronomy club

Astronomy club. After school.
Search for moon in vain. Play with telescope. 
Stare at clouds. Learn to juggle.
Admire Mr. Milligan (Clym Yeobright)
and the invisible stars.


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Cat And Mouse Game

Cat types words all day
Mouse cleverly wipes away
It's a cat/mouse game


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Remember September 11th Civil Rights

Remember September 11th
Signed legislation, equal access, public schools and mobilized troops.
Supreme Court Justice Warren, controversial some would say, provided  a goal of unity, 
the removal of stigmas, fair competition, birth of global recognition and a future for the 
spirited ambitious, the motivated  and the entrepreneurship.
911
Terrorism, tragedy, illnesses, women and men of good deeds, financial wills, heirs , war 
and mobilized troops indeed.
A blow to it all, the young, the old, the rich,  the poor, the working, the unemployed… the 
skilled, the unskilled, our service members and our vets as well as some committee bills, 
but mostly the future of America’s youth…. onto a system of restructuring wages and for 
some of us enduring exploitation to make up for the loop.
Ranking 27th, Lower five, a time for the nation to realize, status quote can be no more for 
the circle is full and it has closed.
The future is your vote like a Clef Sign on the staff and the rest will flow like a great 
symphony from the past  , yet to be numbered because it’s not the last and the people’s 
opera will take the stage…we will restore the two decade old history page.
To participate, to live, to fight for the already established route, come one, join all, rally 
and acknowledge your rights. 

Copyright@2010by Carrie M. Love-atkins



 


 



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Stolen Youth

On one dark Saturday night
That was supposed to be happiest ever
Turned out to be my worse nightmare
That in a just short time, went from Heaven to never 

It was the night of my Junior Prom
And I thought I had the perfect date
I had one of the best dresses
And ended up getting raped

I felt guilty, hurt, dirty and betrayed
How was I supposed to show myself after this?
What did I do at the age of sixteen?
To deserve the trauma of what he called bliss.

Now that it is many years later
And I am wiser and grown
You are behind me, which is where you should be
And only my outward appearance is shown. 


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Untitled #341 / So much problem-solving

Why so much problem-solving?
Can’t they see I’ve got enough
problems of my own?


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The All Of It All

I wanna be the dog,
I don't bark I just bite,
I am the sin of delight,
I am the loser that fights.

I wanna be the bird,
flying over the dead,
dropping crap like raindrops
pouring down on your head.

I wanna be the bee,
the bee that stings,
I am the smallest of parts,
I am the whole of all things.

I wanna be the bird,
I wanna be the bird,
I wanna be the bird,
I wanna be the bird.

I wanna be the dirt,
the filth of the earth,
the leaves of grass,
let me know what I'm worth.

I wanna be the stench,
of the rotting flesh,
I am annointed, I'm chosen,
I shall bless and possess.

I wanna be the rule,
you would die to abide,
I am the the dark, the impulse,
the places you hide.

I wanna be the present,
that lives in the past,
I am living to learn,
I am living to fast.

 I wanna be.


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Writer's B L O C K--

Writer’s Block 
is a farce
a blue excuse
with no good reason
an open ended discussion
of waste

Writer’s Block
hangs out 
with Santa  
drinking  
no reason to join them 
at the North Pole 
of nowhere

Writer’s Block
is a temptation
a black rose
waiting
in the hand of the wicked
telling you 
it’s okay to be lazy 

Writer’s Block
is an imaginary friend
of the desperate
feasting on your company
and the smell of your beauty

Writer’s Block
is a weak hoax
marinating in dumb
a submissive idiot 
who barely exists
so leave him alone 

Writer’s Block 
is fine without you 
let him be single
You are better 
without the mix of his device.


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Untitled #347 / Research

“Aye! There’s the rub!”
I wonder if they’ll let me
research that in college


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Underdog

You think about giving up
But then what will you do
No matter where you go 
Life is going to follow you

You think it’s hard to get up
So accustom to falling down
And you get use to the world
Seeing it from the ground

You were not born fortunate 
But still never lost your way
Because every under dog
Must have his day

Some times the rain
Seems to fall with out end
And you get to thinking
You will never see the sun again

You been struggling so long
And all you can do is pray
Because every under dog
Must have his day?

Some have fancy sports cars
With girls in the front seat
While your Chevy broke down
In the middle of the street

The engine over heating
Your radiator has a leak
Got to wait for your paycheck 
At the end of next week

Yeah sometimes it seems
All the bad luck comes your way
But you know every underdog
Must have his day

There are people like this
All around the world
If you put on the TV
Will see a sad boy or girl

Compare to some 
We are like a millionaire
Some don’t have food to eat
Or clothes to wear

If you know some one
Who is unfortunate today?
Do your best to help them
A little kindness can go along way

There are some worst than you
No matter what you face today
And every under dog
Must have his day


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DROP IT

if you are not as
serious as your professor is
about class, drop it


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Intelligent love

My girlfriend telling me
That my love talk is useless
So I throw away all the love poems
I write for her while feeling depress

That same day it start snowing
The place was cold as ice
She calling next to her
So she on the sofa looking very nice

Now she feeling cold
She said come here honey
I said bee sucks honey from flowers
And flowers can give allergy

She looks at me like I crazy
What the hell you talking bout
I said hell is a place for bad people
And they you can never come out

I use to tell her I love you
With my words and poem
Then she says my words are stupid
So now I would not repeat them

She said my conversations
Of love are meaningless
And now I don’t show my love again
She said I’m cold and heart less

I don’t have education or degree
All I have is the facts of lie
To make a happy home and be faithful
And always love my beautiful wife

But she talks to some of her friends
About some divine way to see eternity
Like if any that will help me
To pay my bills and care for my family

Now I read a lot of books
Because I never when to school
So now when she talks to me
I will no longer look like a fool

Now she feeling romantic
She says tell me you love me
I said there is love for pets, for friends and family
So can you put in a specific category?

She laughs and says you made your point
Now I completely understand
But I was looking to find the meaning
With a dictionary in my hand

I just want to be prepared
To learn as much information
So next time she with her friends
I could join in their intelligent conversation


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Educating Ego

By what labyrinthine repetitions,
by what agile, precise divisions,
by what accretions, do we compile
a life's arcane hieroglyphs,
its subtle, unmathematic mysteries?
What cold calculus shall we yet invent
to construct the introspective model?
What distribution curve, what standard deviation,
shall predict the time remaining on atomic clocks
'tll we exist entirely in a universe of our own creation?
Shall we make of stars mere red-shifted
spectral lines on photographic plates?
Will heartache be reduced to sine waves,
mapped by styli on graduated rolls
revolving in precise concurrence
with computed average biologic rates?
Shall we expunge the record from the file,
shall we precipitate a system crash?
What key shall be called escape and which restore?
What impulse shall span the neural gap,
what synapsis presage what deity?
And will there be a world left to explore?
Will we stop to soliloquize?
What obeisance shall we require?
Piety is no mark of barren earth and rocks,
nor of sterile wind and raging fire.


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The Deceit of Child

 Yes, adoption to most adoptees, “always” the sunrise to a brand new sunset. Yet, if not given in to each, is full entail…

       “Ablaze are our thoughts from far, far reaches, as if the reddish licked flames from long lost fires… Fires of which, brushed, had every shade of burnt orange that still hues of its past sunset. Your sunset, our own living sunset, a sunset awash in its own past beauty or life’s chaos -; now viewed by all as hope never surrendered. As if an artist’s hand-hurled, color-of-the-sun fireball had just splashed broadside - our own clouded gun metal gray horizon.”


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Amidst Heavy rains

Amidst the heavy rains,standing here I'm,
Holding my hands together ,hoping to be fine.

Walking through the streets ,repenting upon the past,
thinking what to do next,and when did I smile last.

Nothing seems to strike,nothing going my way,
however hard i try,no use of what I say.

To whom shall I show, the scars of my life,
the pain of which ,increases my strife.

I have reached a stage ,at which I can't turn back,
to fulfill my wishes which my life lack.

Now I wish sometimes,I still had been a boy,
to be loved by everyone,filled every moment with joy.

But time and again,reality comes back to me,
and amidst heavy rains I'm again on a crying spree.


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Innocent

He was stop at the traffic light
They had him surround
And they put a hand cuff
And he wonders what’s wrong

And said that he is wanted
For what he don’t have a clue
It has to be a mistake
This cant be true

They put him in a line up
Then come in the room and say
The others can leave
But he has to stay

So why she accuse him of this crime
When He never seen her before
The jury says that he’s guilty
And sentence him to 25 years or more

He broke down in court 
His mother screams and cried
And today 15 years after
 his mother has died

Then one night while watching TV
He sees there is a new technology
Call DNA testing that can prove
If some one are innocent or guilty

He got a new trial
And his conviction was over turn
15 years of his life was taken
That can never be return 

She said she was sorry
But he just walks away
Knowing there’re many innocents
Still in jails today

Yes some times things happens
Why we can never know
And we have to keep believing
Or our minds will surely go

He sits on his gallery alone
As the rain starts falling down
Today he is a free man
Tomorrow a new life began 

You'll never know what its means
To have your life taken from you
Confined to a world behind four walls
For crime you didn't do

This poem I write today
Is for the innocents in jails
 Keep hope brothers and sisters
The truth will prevails


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Evil Enemy Tricks

A dream or vision one hot afternoon one day
A fell then thee evil enemy had came play
Being filled with much fear, so he wanted to steer
I had been driving in a car his house I found at night
Needing to stop for a rest his house be the only in sight
Social able and gracious he had invited me in
This is how the enemy plays his tricks
He was old and grey at least his face did display
“You look like an honest and loving chap stay here for a nap
There is nothing to fear no one can find you here”

No stars were above in the sky but yet I did not wonder why
The enemy had played one of his tricks
“Look at all these possessions that I have”
“They can all be yours if I find that you are worthy”
 “Allow me to show you how you can create them”
 “Here ye is the secret in how one controls the wheel”
Desires to steal the soul is why the enemy plays his tricks

Then he offered me a token if I promised to show him devotion
“See all this land I have cleared and designed by my hand?”
“It all one day shall be yours if decided to stay here this day”
Another way you see how the enemy plays his tricks
“ I have also ordered another surprise gift for you
“See that car over far yonder bringing it to you?”

The car had been two combination's but red in display
But I did not see this until after it drove away
Moving to far ahead so I have to go back
This is how the enemy plays his tricks
 He took me inside his home where we decided to wait
Introduced me to his family who were trying to escape
This is how the enemy plays his tricks at the gate

Then there was a knock at the door and I sent to answer
Believing it was the gift from he that I had longed for
I was happy and thrilled to perform this simple chore
Opening to see a female shadow being in close distance
Three knives had hit the door giving no resistance
Head had moved quickly thought then be Divine assistance
This is how the enemy plays his tricks


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things i should not have done

There’s a chance i took 
to make you very disappointed 
pretty much disrupted the kindness and tossed the patience 
aside 
a glass under the tap, emptying for something colder i guess 
the tag that i came with did not bear the warning, “Do not remove” 
an admission that some things i do with my freedom, can remove me 
can place me where i make sense to everyone around me 
as long as there’s distance there 
i get it now, fully understood 
the smiles around me as of late are perhaps for a mind perceived as lost 
Or, then again, an email about how i will 
“never. . . be right about peoples’ opinion” 
i have no loss for fear in my heart 
and gain from the strange we grew up in 
opinion is an onion 
so many write about for obvious layers 
i choose to be the farmer 
filling baskets and not worrying about what’s under the skin 
peel that back and try crying again 
like only you could, last time you did something bad


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FAITH KEEPS US APART

It seems the path Iam on  is changing everyday
the road uncertain just an endless shapeless gray
some would say it would all be clearer if I took up there religion
even with the doubt Iam not scared enough for that decision

I see the faith you placed in one of the many saviors
I lame excuse for the centuries of mad behavior
Iam sure your prophets where the very best of man
but your church and bibles where never in the plan

so every race has a version of there own
stories stolen from the gods of the past spoken out like it was always known
not one of these faiths is open and understanding
they keep others down and your soul churches are demanding

then you history holds no science no enlightenment
dogmatic foolishness written before free government
and every soul that is afraid to die or to ashamed to live
if you stop thinking then heaven is what they give

even now the human mind is found wanting
but reality is intelligence is hard work and life is daunting
if only the concept of good will and love
we understood without some sign from above

if you need the ancient fiction to ease your pain
I respect you and to all other men you should do the same
your saviors were righteous there’s know doubt
in there time they worship but no church was there twist whets its about

there have been many Christ’s since the beginning of man 
the Mayans and Muslim have had tales since they ruled by the roman
dry king ghandi and many more sacrifice there life so others could be free
in my mind that’s what Jesus is what he is supposed to be

even know there some man of great worth he has no money no powerful church
he’s  giving of himself and and loving the lost I dare you to search 
and see the truth were in this together and this is paradise
we are the only keepers of our fate we must realize

I can no longer people pay to pray and talk down to others who dont believe what you say
but Christ himself did not hang with the saved he knew the hopeless so he could see them ok
but times have changed were not ruled by religious empires mad with slavery
we fought for those rights not with one mans good with collective human bravery

a new age is upon us and the true test is coming not one of prophecy
the makers of worlds the stars the cycle of suns chaos of the galaxy
I hope soon we see are only time is now there is no second chance
are race needs to come together  and make a united stance
if faith keeps us apart do we even have the heart



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Trailblazer

Allow me the autonomy
Of innovative spirit
Don’t undermine potential
My purpose, don’t inhibit

Don’t hinder my endeavors
Nor interrupt progression
Be mindful of my right
To meaningful expression

Don’t try to nail my wings
Unjustly to the floor
Don’t stifle my ambition
I earnestly implore

Through fiery determination
I’ll pursue my intuition
With acute awareness
I'll inspire new tradition

Though the odds be great
Against what I believe
Through blazing perseverance
The impossible I’ll achieve

Camille Rose Castillo 2011



Camille Rose Castillo 2011

In recognition of all those throughout history who relentlessly pursued their goals in spite of overwhelming academic, social or professional opposition and oppression. 





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I Walk in His Garden

When I was a child, I expected lots of toys left by Santa Clause on Christmas Eve.
And planned to find an Easter Basket with candy and colored eggs every spring.
The Tooth Fairy visited when I lost baby teeth; all of those things I did believe. 
I had no idea fantasia spread around by people to whom my love did cling.

When I was a teen, I began to dream a scene, eagerly awaiting my adult vista.
A boy and a girl in love, each firmly trusting the future with hopes and naivety,
Anticipating passion while cutting paper hearts decorated pink and fuchsia.
Aspiring to have a good husband, lots of money, education and a family.

When I became an adult, I struggled to find myself, my faith, my own viewpoint.
Possibilities were endless, chance and fate stepped up to life’s plate.
Decisions, sometimes blind and difficult, intruded; life had no checkpoint. 
Gradually, childhood plans mutated; soon, prospects and dreams abated.

In time, I found that in the process of aging, possibilities are still endless.
Life and dreams function, not by probability, but by goals and decisions.
Achievement came at last, by finding focus and goodly principles; God is ageless. 
My inner soul rejoices in freedom, with burdens lifted, I pray...in His garden.

© January 30, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen


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AID's


******Note****

Speaking out on AID'S//



We all die
        from AID'S
           Directly
     -Or-
Indirectly

             GF


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hopscotch

knobby-knee’d, toes that stop 
bend and pick up 
penny, marble, rock 
outside chalk 
on concrete, begging, for me to turn around 
for one more try 


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Cultivated Mind

Open up your heart and mind
Life is changing with the time
Don't get lost, don't get behind
You must broaden your horizon
Deepen your thoughts, change a narrow mind
You'll be surprise what you might find
Even though it may not be your kind
But, don't be too open 'till you become blind and undefined
Discovering the psyche of others sensibly
New ideas perceptively leads to intellectual nourishment
A world of diversity with encouragement to propagate
Too bias and prejudice will only complicate
It is what it is so let the world populate


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Right to Knowledge

Dare to question madness 
Valiant, ever courageous 
Interrogate absurdity 
What you find vexatious 

Never refuse to face 
Unyielding resistance 
Stay true to your beliefs 
Remain ever consistent 

If there is a price to pay 
For the right of knowledge 
And the use of that thereof 
Say no to mental bondage 

What truly does define 
Collection of the facts 
Information that you gather 
And how it does impact 

Is unrelenting bravery 
In the face of adversity 
At whatever cost to you 
Refusing intellectual depravity 

Does pride have a scholar 
Possessing an education 
A wealth of information 
Yet lacking determination? 

To who do we really owe 
Development and progress 
Corrections of miscalculations 
And errors now behind us? 

The ones who stood firm 
And fixed in their direction 
Unswayed by obstruction 
Deserving of reflection 

Those we often praise 
The ones we often admire 
Are those who've attained 
Achievement of desires 




Camille Rose Castillo 2011


Inspired by: Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed 




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Hurt I Learned

If I seem down,
forgive me.
Frowns I carry around,
live in me.
You may say,
you see right through me.
Your words untrue,
renew me.

The hurt I’ve learned,
brews in me.

If only you could,
re-design me.
Take time rewind,
refine me.

Recreate the mold, 
without lies I’ve told.
Give back, 
the soul I sold.

~JSLambert


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' Academic-Bright ... '

I Am MoonBeam
My Sisters, StarLights
My Brothers, SunRays
… All-Academic-Bright

My Family of Heaven
My Mother, DawnSky
Father of Celestial Lights              (James 1: 17)
Taught At Universe-High

By Father’s Master-Degree
And Mother’s Alma-Mater
Brother Graduated
Summa-Cum-Laude, Super-Nova

Dine At Dimension-Table
Of Cosmic-Family
Global-Bodies, Glowing-Grace
In Our Galaxy

Our:  Cambridge, Yale, Oxford and Harvard
Are:  Comets, Orbits, and Asteroids
Black-Holes, Pulsars, Waves and Quarks
Red Giants and Red and Snow-White Dwarfs

Enlightened Astronomers, Radiant New Worlds
Time-Continuum, To Unfurl
Outer-Space, Advent-Solar-Systems
And A Big, Blue Jewel, Freed From Cataclysm

Light-Years Away, From Today …
But Still Quenching Thirst, On Milky-Way
and Planetary-Rings and Eclipse
Satellites, and Soaring-Rocket-Ships

Atomics and Evenings-Scholarly
Lectures, On Pure-Energy
To Explore and Expand Brilliantly
‘Diplomas’ … thru Eternity

I Am MoonBeam
My Sisters, StarLights
My Brother, ‘Big’ SunRay
Shone-Academic-Bright ! …


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A Sand Box Experiment

Little Jenny was always found to be very prim and proper/
Outside reading her cook book by Betty Crocker/
Lazy Mary Sat on the lazy suzanne,
Butch Malone was their next of kin kissing cousin,
Along with Mary this made up the famed dirty dozen !
That sand box experiment really made us laugh/
Shortly after gym class,

Butch Malone along with the famed Benjamin Bankhead/
Jimmy Foley the local guitar player knew,
The pathway in life that we should choose/
Often he would be found taking a tremendous dump in the boy's urenil !

The path of least resistance sought about from a chosen few,

Often he would appear in shepherds clothing similar to little boy blue !

Playing guitar like he's going out of style !
That sandbox experience was designed to distract all the teacher's ?
We set up stuffed dummies just to look like real people,
Right underneath the bleacher's !

Old man Winter's who worked for Mr. Kazoo knew the score/
Very often he was being seen outside the local liqour store,
Lest I emplore,

The sand box experiment was in full swing on that one particuler day/

Butch Malone thought he was the real king ?
That was until Mrs. Maloney saw him through the window !
Next the time was drawing near/
Then so was that dinner bell,

Mrs. Maloney started talking to all those dummies,

Next thing you know she had tripped over little Johnny !
He was stuffed that was/
Flying three feet high in the air she had fell right on her face !
What a social disgrace !

Yet what had happened to Butch Malone ?
Like a little dog without his bone/
He pee pee'd his pants then cried all the way home !
The next day when Mrs. Maloney got her second wind/

She didn't even know where to begin/

For that little stunt the whole class was suspended for the day,
Yet for the gang including Butch Malone what did they say ?
All in all the sandbox experiment really did make their day !


Details | Rhyme | |

I Know

I'm not a drama queen
a barbie doll
someone's else spleen.

I know I'm not a sex pistol
or soda can
or avatar.

I know I'm not filthy
or rabid
or mean

But I've been so much
milled as a machine

that I gotta lot more findin' out what
I'm not
so's i can get onto what
I AM.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Life Is A Rubrics Cube

This is my life
My life is a Rubrics Cube
With so many chances
I don't know what to do
           -And-
That can be almost anything
      ------
I rather take a shot
   At Romance
Maybe then I may get
       And second chance
         -But-
It alway's takes a
       Silly twist
And that is the kind 
          Of twist
That some-times' you
Just can't really miss
      ------      
And as it turn's out
Going in any direction
What dose that mean to me
It's all about love and affection
      ------
Every time I make a turn
Rather it be good or bad
There is always something
Their is something in the air
That desperately need's
       Re-direction
     Or else
It will go in another direction
And I will certainly be had
This situation really look's bad
      ------
Always something left to add
In order to get the full picture
Don't let it get you mad
Because that Rubrics Cube
Will only serve to baby sit you


                   GF


















Details | Free verse | |

THESE...THINGS...

HERE'S MY TWO WEEK RESIGNATION.I RESIGN FROM THE POSITION OF BEING HELPLESSNESS. THIS POSITION HAS CONDITION ME TO GROW A BACKBONE,MADE OS STAINLESS STEEL.
TO STAND UP TO YOU AND LOOK YOU STRAIGHT IN THE EYE TO ANOUNCE THAT I'M MOVING OUT.HERE'S THE KEYS TO THE BEAMER AND THE LEXIS.I PURCHASE A CAR WITHOUT PAYMENTS.I GOT A PLACE OF MY OWN.
YOU'RE TO BUSY CHASING MONEY.
YOU FORGOT ABOUT ME. GREED REPLACE YOUR WIFE AND BEST FRIEND. YOU DESIRED THE MATERIAL THINGS. I DEMANDED THE LOVE OF MY HUSBAND. YOU CONTINUE TO FILL THIS MANSION WITH MORE AND MORE THINGS MATERIALISTIC THINGS...
THESE THINGS HAVE BECOME YOUR GOD THAT YOU HONOR AND WORSHIP. YOU'RE A SLAVE TO ALL THESE THINGS THAT WILL SOON CORRODE AND FADE AWAY.TRYING TO FILL A VOID AND PACIFY YOUR HURTS WITH THESE MATERIALISTIC THINGS. THESE THINGS DID NOT BRING HAPPINESS OR GIVE YOU PEACE THAT YOU CRAVED FOR....
YOUR PRORITIES ARE SO TWISTED BECAUSE OF THESE THINGS.


Details | Haiku | |

BILLS


LIVE WITHIN YOUR MEANS.

STOP SPENDING MONEY YOU DON'T HAVE.

JONES NEXT DOOR ARE BROKE.


Details | Narrative | |

SEA TO SHINNING SEA

SEA TO SHINNING SEA,
 
...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time is...so close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately,
 
deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas...
 
...this is so intimate of dreams,
dreaming reality,
 
as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore,
sparkles,
destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes,
upon the waters,
 
...gazing
 
...seeing tranquility upon the waves...
watching to the depth of a dream,
and a sun-rise
 
being so true...
 
for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn...
 
Sea to shinning Sea.
 
mb(2011)
 


Details | Light Poetry | |

Intelligent love

My girlfriend telling me
That my love talk is useless
So I throw away all the love poems
I write for her while feeling depress

That same day it start snowing
The place was cold as ice
She calling next to her
So she on the sofa looking very nice

Now she feeling cold
She said come here honey
I said bee sucks honey from flowers
And flowers can give allergy

She looks at me like I crazy
What the hell you talking bout
I said hell is a place for bad people
And they you can never come out

I use to tell her I love you
With my words and poem
Then she says my words are stupid
So now I would not repeat them

She said my conversations
Of love are meaningless
And now I don’t show my love again
She said I’m cold and heart less

I don’t have education or degree
All I have is the facts of lie
To make a happy home and be faithful
And always love my beautiful wife

But she talks to some of her friends
About some divine way to see eternity
Like if any that will help me
To pay my bills and care for my family

Now I read a lot of books
Because I never when to school
So now when she talks to me
I will no longer look like a fool

Now she feeling romantic
She says tell me you love me
I said there is love for pets, for friends and family
So can you put in a specific category?

She laughs and says you made your point
Now I completely understand
But I was looking to find the meaning
With a dictionary in my hand

I just want to be prepared
To learn as much information
So next time she with her friends
I could join in their intelligent conversation


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

I Don't Care

<                                      1 - 800 - 895 - 4999 ~ will get you there
 
                                        Hello operator can you help please with my ~ Lights Out ?

                                        Let's see  ~ name on bill ?  your address ?  I'm starting to doubt

                                        Gee Weez ~ I know  I owe -  But please act like you care ......






Entry For
Dane Ann Smith - Johnson's Contest
Lights Out
G.L. All

                                        

                                        

                                        
                                        
                                        
                                        
                                         


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Boy Is She Smart {Ekphrasis}

young
lasse
educates
mind body soul
through
mass
reading
from her small
bible study
book 



Details | Free verse | |

POETRY

An instrument of beauty,
poetry is art at its best
with its verses of passion
penned with love
in assorted and variegated
metrical composition
with sublime and
aesthetically satisfying flow.

It is a creative exposition 
that unfolds and enlightens
with enchanting constructs 
the demonstrative and
effusive characterization 
of language by utilizing, 
promoting and bestowing 
the nature and power of words.

Proclaiming ideas and ideals
of principled excellence
with creations anew
and history of old,
poetry exhibits an appetite
for knowledge and wisdom
and a profound propensity 
for purposeful revelation
with an insatiable desire
for intimation and meaning
displayed with heartfelt emotion.

With its aspiration to show case
in magnificent scribal splendor,
poetry entices and compels
the artist and consumer
to explore and transcend
imagination and intrigue,
and solicit introspection
with unfathomable penetrating thought 
that is calmed by grace and elegance.

Philosophical and spiritual,
entertaining and healing,
poetry commands laughter and tears
or sorrow and joy,
Its clamorous and powerful
phonologically expressive morphemes
can awaken and stir passion and romance
or summon logic and reason.

Poetry, 
resplendent in wisdom, 
captures love,
inspires hope,
provoke curiosity,
resonates drama,
evokes mystery,
uplifts spirits
and expresses grief.
So magnificent,
so powerful,
so wondrous
is the nature and
the majesty of poetry.


Details | Free verse | |

All To Be Content

TV- you see allot of dumb stuff, 
 you hear their commercials… 
clever, yet they holler, isn't this enough, 
they bombard you with paid infomercials, 

We’ve turned it off, switched to DVD's 
an our computer, xbox came an gone, 
they changed to reality, pushing BVD's 
we collect our movie CDs, too, hang on, 

News is all about current fear 
another device they have in use, 
sure, we want to stay current to hear 
weather, crime, meds, world event news, 

TV, pods an our music is essential 
pageants also game shows, soaps too, 
late night talk, comedy central 
entertainment, see us USA, what we do, 

Also radio will always be here... 
what else will they use, brew or invent, 
what will get us back in our lounge chair 
food, fashion, gadgets, all to be content


Details | Free verse | |

half full half hungry peasants

Kings always rule
princes always marry,
jewels of royalty 
always glow through
castle windows

feasting and feasting,
plotting the next war scheme.

the poor smell the duck, the 
gravy.
peasants dream of 
beheading the commander 

souls onced plan to unite for a
cause larger than themselves,

that day is lost 

now we glorify their
stuffing feast

the feel of fitting in with them 
makes you warm inside like a 
shot 
of whiskey.
you are connected with the
fame and fortune; but never
invited to a ball 

tuning into your idols, 
forgetfull 
they have no recollection of 
who you are.
time is wasted on a 
meaningless mirage 

keeping the peasants happy, 
with their half eaten chicken 
breast


Details | Rhyme | |

Hands Awake

Hands awaken! Speak out! Answer to sacred shouts,
subterranean whispering, to stars above rooftops—
thread sunlit branches with the chattering of a thousand leaves.

If fluxes and urgencies of confusion or death
should drawn you into your self-box, I say,
remember when one constructed self-prison fell away.
However you helped this forward,
do more of the same.

Be rain-hands, weeping, steeped in earth fragrance.
Be fingers in blossom, faces turning upward,
loves innumerable, rough-cut bedazzled—
unafraid to be splayed open.

Be pocketed hands, released to the welcoming wind—
multiplying there in mid-air,
riding the four directions.

Be hands of smoke and fire, descending and ascending like ragged bird-song—
effulgent, double-charged with surprise
and now even with mock surprises.

Start at the beginning, where you are.
Don’t be satiate with loll-lolling
recede wave’s tide, retreat back and back
into yourselves, until grown utterly intellectual and lumpish!

Now, you Human Being—you come awake also!
Sweep the furnishings from table. Upend the table lawlessly.
Bring the muscular, fleshy, feminine against the masculine and muscular.
Bring the masculine to the feminine. Bring friend to enemy,
estranged neighbor to the confidant. In a dance of pressing hands,
let subtle conversation play.

Ring all the tiny bells.
Stir the King and Queen of Remembrance.

In over-arching restraint, holding back one iota, so pure notes sound—
bring sunburst, sphere and harmony.
Make your entire body a listening board
forming therein—tender shape around which love
seed unfolds infinite spaces and then…

Spring awake! All to better dreaming
where hope and faith are undashed, not this dying.

O, hear me now! Hands, every which one of you,
with every human—never again sleep,
never abandon!


Details | Free verse | |

Good Twists

the right notes, rhythmically in place, entice the held and unrefined to become free... matching the speed of attention like a turned head facing the horizon, pondering in solitude the multitudes, feeling strong twisting waves like love. we have no control. and the speed of that realm cannot compare, the timing is beyond perfect, unavoidably implicit, becoming that horizion... the wind... and smiles... and eyes... how can we hold onto this?


Details | Free verse | |

Why Do You Weep

Why do you weep oh gentle One?
Why do you cry out when alone?
Even more, why are you silent when you go out?
Do your troubles embarrass you and run others away?

Would it make others uncomfortable to hear what you say?
Would your plight run those away who do not seem to care?
Do you truly feel alone this and every day?
Do you fear what more, next will come your way?

Know I am here… Though we will never meet.
Know my troubles are also great.
Know I too, cry only when alone.
Know I am just like you, my friend.

I know that others soothing words do not take away the pain.
I know that talk of God does not make the problems go away.
I know this dreadful journey never seems to stop.
But I know you are not alone and can still talk to God.

Hope does not pay the bills or bring back those we lost.
Hope does not cure all ills or bring the dawn.
But sometimes Hope and God, is all we have when others fail…
And me of course, for you were never alone.

After you have sat there and silently wept…
Go forth into this day, knowing that in this world….
There are always others like you and me.  
Hope and God are there somewhere, too. No one is truly alone…

Take heart when you are done weeping and know: 
You are not alone: for I am also here with you.
We all have afflictions and problems, usually several at a time.
My greatest affliction is epilepsy among others that abound.
Remember life is an epic to be over come and  still:
I am here for you.


Details | Free verse | |

The Upcoming Storm

A decahedron of politic complaints
with *intolerance being a number one disgrace
followed in quick succession by *hate 
*bigotry and *religious reprobates.
The coup de grass which comes in fifth
is *the dominance of man and unwise choice?

The all too obvious *lack of Universal “spine”
when righting injustice of any kind.
*A lack of stewardship for the earth
should place amongst the very worst
of politic complains I decree, 
what can be worse than pollution at sea
Perhaps, the *gendercide of the third world?  
Millions of girl children killed every year
As Man rules, the earth's females fear.

*Lack of education a slave doth make
And still it exists for *greed’s sake.
Now, this bring our decahedron
of politic complaints around to the beginning
of the human rat race. 

Start where you will, any side of this form, 
for they all can be first
First….to start the storm………


*EACH of the 10 issues is marked *
 


Details | Couplet | |

Heaven Can Wait

<                                            left behind
           
                                              how divine


                                              his choosing

                                               my losing


                                            unfinished work

                                              must  assert

                                         
                                           I truly understand

                                         " God's"  choice in plan

         
                                     for " He " needs bigger wings

                                            to carry all my things

                                    
                                    and when those clouds spread eagle

                                      it will become finalized and legal


                                              my final destination

                                        will be "Heaven's" sensation


                                         and the reunion will be nil

                                     with family and friends lying still


                                       
                                               so for now I'll wait

                                       for my sweet "Lord" to set the date


                                              to return for only me

                                            in  clouds more of three




Entry For 
Catie Lindsey's 
Left Behind Contest
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Details | Free verse | |

Psychological grudge of sex and diamonds

Adoloscent confusion
whirlwhind of innocence
taken aback by the hindsight i have
the life i lived and what i know now

puberty
feelings
not knowing whats normal
not knowing who or what is getting the best of you
who to blame when you come unglued

sexual addictions
finaly clear
i miss myself
who i used to love dear
the one i didnt want transformed
into what i understood as an adult
unhealthy, abusive, mean, something to fear

that moment many caught in
stuck in
psychological psuedo science
of your psychological music store guinea pig
pure innocence turned into smut
the cycle continues

the need and desire to express oneself as an individual
as an adult
targeted
the media blamed
talk shown
sex and diamonds
even the rich in chains
i might be craving my own identity
of who i am going to become
the confusion of a future that i might not be
what i think i will be
the fear of what if
and that is the grudge we carry for soo long

puberty and confusion
nothing to do with attractions of what sexes you prefer
the armslengthing of what your society is keeping underneath
underneath the sex and diamonds
of this sinking ship
the one your on
you never let on
the cycle continues
name calling
lost friends
lower self westeem
searching for approval
inbetween the sheets
for this is adult hood
this is aldultry

love the sinner not the sin
innocence held hostage
who gets the blame
you get the blame
psychological grudge of sex and diamonds
kings and queens under your thumb
wont be long til the blind lead the blind
and were onto something else

craving approval
the feeling within needing to be identified known as me
i am not able to leave myself
and i wont
i will stand strong through this war
of psychological anarchy
til i set myself free

i may not know the future of the adult i may become
or the truth of everything in this world
the knowledge of how many people on this boat licking their wounds
by rubbing it in the same salts
and hurting eachother equals nothing solved

sex and diamonds of the media
target of puberty
babysitter of the media that never grew up
to transform into the prince from the frog
so back into the pond
back into the pond
psychological grudge of the masses we all victoms of
sexual addicts
craving to suppress our individuality
cigarettes and drug abuse
when all i wanted was to be me

psychological grudge of sex and diamonds
consumer of denying how unbelievable i be


Details | Couplet | |

No, No, No

Mary, Mary, quite contrary said no too many times.
The boyfriend did cry foul, and left her standing in her prime.
But that’s OK I tell you, he wasn’t the right man to make a team.
And she was looking for true love, that illusive, lovely dream.

The important thing to remember is what this means to you.
Waiting can make sure that true love, is really, really true.



Details | Light Poetry | |

Traffic light

 The woman in the back blowing her horn
 She is in a hurry to go
 As I comes to a complete stop
 After the traffic lights turn yellow

 Thru the glass she showed me the finger
 But I paid her no attention
 She then start using obscene language
 That is too bad for this poem to mention

 My girl friend had just text she loves me
 And she was all I had on my mind
 And although I was driving in my car
 I was flying around in cloud nine

 The woman passes me on the right
 As the traffic lights turns green
 Showed me the finger again
 While still using a lot of obscene

 Some times at the traffic lights
 A lot of drivers seem to go crazy
 And I wondered how it was like before
 Traffic lights was introduce to society

 During the early horse and buggy days
 Traffic in the big cities was often heavy
 The police officers had Avery hard time
 Directing the intersections that’s very busy

 When police officer William L Potts
 OF Detroit, Michigan
 Had a brilliant idea to do something
 That would ease a lot of the problem

 So he wanted take the railroad signals
 And figure out away to adapt to street use
 With $37 worth of wire and electrical controls
 The first electric traffic light was introduce

 It was installed in Detroit in 1920
 On Woodward and Michigan Avenue
 And his idea was adapted around the world
 That today makes driving easy to do

 The world’s first traffic lights came into being
 When traffic consisted of wagons and pedestrians
 The automobile was not invented as yet
 And at intersections were a revolving lanterns

 The lantern was illuminated by gas
 Red meant "stop" and green meant "caution."
 The traffic light was stopped on January 2, 1869
 When it exploded and injured a police man

 Can’t imagine driving today without traffic lights
 This rude woman who curse me today
 Didn’t even have the patience to wait a few minutes
 For the green to give the right away

 Today people take every thing for granted
 We complains for simple stupid things
 Never appreciating the brilliant minds
 Whose inventions make our life’s so amazing

 The traffic lights is the most used inventions
 Some curse when it takes long to change
 Without it today driving would be a hell
 Without the “red, green and orange

 My girl friends just text me again
 She is the best in the whole wide world
 And I will always love her forever
 With all my heart and soul


Details | Free verse | |

Get a Life

'Get a life'
arrow-words, jarring, ripping the womb
of reality.
and the entrails of possibilities gush forth
to form redemptive streams.

'Get a life'
Drill-bit words, tunnelling iron mountains
like a train given new life, like a train
given new life.
Shouted words
dashed against prior knowledge,
striking a fitting richochet.

The man in the mirror
picks himself up,
dons his courage and begins a new trek
on the trail of time.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Self Discovery

Every outside element
Each one holds inside
Whether fiery hot
Or
Icy cold snow
We must learn to temperate
For in this self discovery
Our true character will thus show


Details | Quatrain | |

Pornography 2

Our skills of trust have fallen into dangerous levels of atrophy
As cyber-optic dream worlds pump ‘values’ into our core
The eyes of men and women taught to view each other with suspicion
And as cliché as the Matrix, many of us have never used them before

So what is the reason for this violent alienation?
Why are we driving away our sisters and our best friends?
And why am I crying as I write this with a sigh?
And does this chasm between us show any signs of having an end?

It is strange how society condones the exploitation of women
Perhaps we’re still in the dark ages, contrary to popular beliefs
You see, if the slightest comment is made that is even remotely racist
A righteous hammer will descent to crush such utter blasphemy

The core of this issue is probably men’s fear of lost control
And the wisdom to this dilemma seems so terrifyingly elusive
Pornography is so pervasive in this culture it is unavoidable
Women, can you see men as souls reacting, and can you possibly forgive?

After divorcing a woman I judge guilty of the most terrible betrayal
Who led me into a place filled with cynicism and tears
I feel a pilot light of warmth threatening to soften my heart
When I wonder what hideous faces lurk beneath her deepest fears

Perhaps I’m justified to say this is a universe of duality
Where differences can so beautifully lead to the sweetest reunion
And exposure can reveal the shimmering luster of a hidden pearl
The way a grain of sand can fester into insight and new wisdom

So this brings me back to my original question
Was it not inevitable this would happen to our culture?
A society of people who get their identity from the electronic storyteller
Who with flashy images and hypnotism so subtly tells us who we are

Thanks to the work of Professor George Gerbner (1919-2005). His research on the 
effects of TV are insightful.  Also, kudos to the Media Education Foundation.  Their 
videos on youtube about the media dissect like a laser beam.


Details | Epigram | |

PRECIOUS TRUTH

PRECIOUS TRUTH


In Politics,
Precious Truth,
A mountain of opinions
I had to remove
For to unearth 
Just a speck  
Of  YOU!




© Demetrios Trifiatis
    15 January 2013




Details | Light Poetry | |

RESIGNATION

HERE'S MY TWO WEEK RESINGATION
WITHOUT RESERVATION.I RESIGN
FROM THIS POSITION OF HELPLESSNESS.
THIS POSITON HAS CONDITION ME
TO GROW A BACKBONE MADE OF STAIN-
LESS STEEL. TO STAND UP YOU;
LOOKING STRAIGHT IN THE EYES TO
ANNOUNCE I'M MOVING OUT. HERE'S
YOUR KEYS TO THE BEAMER AND LEXIS.

I PURCHASE A CAR WITHOUT PAYMENTS.
I GOT A PLACE OF MY OWN. YOU'RE
TO BUSY CHASING MONEY.YOU FORGOT
ABOUT ME.GREED REPLACE YOUR WIFE 
AND BEST FRIEND.YOU DESIRED THE 
MATERIAL THINGS.I DEMANDED THE LOVE
OF MY HUSBAND. YOU CONTINUE TO
FILL THIS MANSION WITH MORE AND 
MORE MATERIALISTIC THINGS.

THESE THINGS HAVE BECOME YOUR
GOD THAT YOU HONOR AND WORSHIP.
YOU'RE A SLAVE TO ALL THESE 
THINGS ;THAT WILL SOON CORRODE 
AND FADE AWAY.

TRYING TO FILL A VOID AND PACIFY
YOUR HURTS WITH THESE MATERIALISTIC
THINGS.THESE THINGS DID NOT BRING
HAPPINESS OR GIVE YOU THE PEACE
THAT YOU CRAVE FOR.YOUR PRIORITIES
ARE SO TWISTED BECAUSE OF THESE
MATERIALISTIC THINGS.............
 
  


Details | Didactic | |

ITS ALL ABOUT THE RIGHT RELATIONSHIP:part 5 Minding your mind

so how do we learn to go about minding our minds?
it's about building the right relationship that with God you find

in the book of Mark it says to "love the Lord with all thine mind"
to connect with Him intellectually in a way that is sublime
we need to engage with Him on a level that requires us to discern
that it's not just our hearts but our minds towards God we need to turn
to lean not towards our own understanding
but to let the wisdom of God's word be what we are commanding

we live in a time where education and intellect is much prized 
it's about how many higher level degrees that a person had realized
MBA, Ph.D those letters that are placed after one's name
is what society expects a person to have attained
for you can't compete in the market place of this global economy
if you don't have at least a four year bachelor's degree
minding your mind is what one needs to learn 
to listen to the teachings of God and intellectually discern

and the way to accomplish that is to pray exponentially
by talking to the Lord God unceasingly
we also need to be patient and learn how to wait
for that is what hope requires for us to keep the faith
minding your mind by finding your godly purpose for being
for a productive person is what God desires to be seeing
so discover and acertain that gift that to you God did give
and utilize it in a way so that holy you now may live

minding your mind by allowing the spirit of God to come in
to raise you up higher and away from earthly sin
as it's all about the right relationship that with God you will find
to living for His purpose for you by learning to mind your mind
now able to function with a peaceful mind knowing God's in control
now able to sleep better at night as He watches over your soul
now operating with a positive mindset trusting in the Lord
filled with honesty, virtue and praise for Him in all accord
goodness, nobility and purity are the things you now embrace
minding your mind by thinking of God in the first place

it's all about the right relationship that with the Lord God you'll come to define
living prayerfully, patiently, purposefully and peacefully with a positive state of mind


Details | I do not know? | |

DNYANDEEP (LANTERN OF KNOWLEDGE)

Because the path was thorny and long, 
And through a dark and lonely land, 
I set upon your lips a song, 
And placed a 'Dnyandeep' in your hand.
 
In stormy weather,  
In torrential rain,  
I protected the flame, 
From getting blown out.
  
Dear, O dear students,  
I pass on my heritage unto you,  
It's up to you now,  
To keep the candle kindling--  

----Keep the candle kindling lads, 
Keep the candle kindling----


Details | Couplet | |

Here Take My Seat

<                                          Racial      Segregation
                                             One         Nation

                                              Why   Oh   Why
                                              Did   King  Try
                                              

                                              Right   Or   Wrong
                                              Everyone   Belongs

                                        
                                              Black     Or   White
                                              Put        Up   Fight

                                   
                                               Americian    Made
                                               Blood          Gave

                                              


                                                Share        Wealth
                                                Spare        Health


                                                 Rosa         Parks

                                                 She   Did   Bark




Entry For
Adeleke Adeite's
African Attitude

                                               

                                                   

                                                  

                               


Details | Villanelle | |

Chimney's Exhaust

Went to sleep late last night reading poems by Robert Frost
So tired was I that the book slipped and fell then
Stirring in my dreams was visions of chimney's exhaust

The chimney that sparks did fly even though cut off
As in the poem that he wrote " The Kitchen Chimney"
Went to sleep late last night reading poems by Robert Frost

A tale he told of " Brown's Descent or The Willy-Nilly Slide" which he embossed
With Brown carrying the lantern by his side, so
Stirring in my dreams was visions of chimney's exhaust

As in the poem "Evening In A Sugar Orchard" where sparks up chimney glossed
Over the brilliance of the distance stars as I
Went to sleep late last night reading poems by Robert Frost

As the poem "Love And A Question" of the bride by the fire engrossed
And of the "Old Man's Winter Night" as the log fell in the stove brought to
Stirring in my dreams was visions of chimney's exhaust

From the fire that once burned in the hearth
And now to sleep it seems to have gone
Went to sleep late last night reading poems by Robert Frost
Stirring in my dreams was visions of the chimney's exhaust


(Robert Frost is one of my favorite poets so this is about him.)


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illusions of reality

compassionate beauty flowers from the innermost pain, ignore the words stirring amongst an abnormal brain, and when i speak to much truth just label me insane, weak minds will never understand the knowledge in which i obtain. surrounded by deaf ears and corrupted tongues, the spiritual smoke of revelations condenses within my lungs, leading me to the vast fields of psychological warfare, the dimensions of this synthetic reality begin to tear, euphoria almost to strong to bear with kaleidoscopic visuals of infinite spiraling portals upon which i stare, what i see within myself could be the beautiful glow of a dream or the ugly darkness of a nightmare. captivation within thyself commences the construction of a psychological imperium, to unveil the true form leaves all speechless like a sociological delirium, yet they remain blinded by illusions as if abnormally elongated cilium.


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Untitled #308 / Universal gravitation and the human heart

Oh constant Things! By Newton’s law of universal gravitation,
everything in the universe is attracted to
every other thing. If only the human heart
would obey this simple principle, there would be no need
for heartbreak, for pain, for mortal strife,
for impotent words that fall on no ears that matter.


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Get a F---------ing Poetic Life and leave me alone--losers

When I see say saw saunter suck the poetic
pilferings on this site, I rear back and wonder why 
there is no sentient sanctioned sickness
that benefit brash bountifuls 
coporeal clasmic clippings clasping
amiable ambient anticdodal antics
delivering didactic dildo diversitiers
exiting anal exo entrinsic skeleto
scanismic sanctinomalities saying
kissmyassmuss as u r no
poeticealismuss with no talentpuss
wordless, relentless, assusmus, rediculopuss, 
candorlessmuss, patternmussless, 
assinemusless, predicator, massless 
mentorless, missled poetic mirror maggot. Hi, I write
because my friends will sound me out as a mentioned motion 
member  paid for life lifer all expensespaid 
with no real being bing given to look at me as a 
loaftime commrade given to special poetic privilidge
barushka boris and natashsa! Pravada primrose paradies predelivered
postumastively pastored to  a patterened
priority let me tell u that your stuff stinks from 
Azore to Zinc with all the innnnnnnate idiocracices
to zoozanyzillnill nothings nounce nill neverences to 
keep yr stupid sanguine sillo syallble sayings 
to your inner gonadial gofferings as u say nothing
in your asso sin cycle of I Me Mine importonto
life is everything piss portal of premise promise. 
Sorry, don't believe a word of it and keep it to yrself as 
a premium member, screw thyself and one another
let the poetic pleasure begin if u have half a brain and 
that half is fecal froth 
driven................................................................................


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Devotional De-education

Training in a classical sense
means looking at life through an
infinite hallway lined with the
statuesque but long not remembered
at least for vision or presence
but more likely only legend whether
by grace or by downfall
A hallway endlessly in need of revolution
yet never conscious that the movement
burgeons from within and underneath
and often in the least moral of places or
attitudes
This tutelage regarded as a ticket to
opine using tradition blindly as a substitute
for enlightenment and with little hope of
rotation For the religious mind-space craves
its settled location and scorns interruption
of the foolishly transcendent
Therefore to bed with the schooling whose
origin of mass itself beckons questioning for
the philosopher though no original retort is
to be found from the body that answers less
than completely


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The 21st century

This new age technology
Have me confuse I must confess
Cause while I spending more money
Everything else is getting less

I will give you some example
Hope you don’t get depress
But if I’m telling the truth 
Just answer and tell me yes

Our telephones now
Are all wire wireless
And them new stoves
 Now are completely fireless

A woman in Trinidad washing cloths
On the tree she throws her dress
I ask her why not use a line
She say she going wireless

Google making new cars now
That is driverless
And you just press a button to start
Its is also keyless

They even changing fast food also
To make them completely fatless
So you can eat all you want
While your wallet become cashless

A woman in Malaysia
Have to children who are jobless
And she quarrelling with her husband
Because them wives today are fearless

So while the cost of living rising
Our value become less
The world is in recession
Those leaders are directionless

Today you see young couples
Some of them cheat so heartless
Because to them relationships
Are completely meaningless

Some today have bad attitudes
And live life so careless
And when you tell them good morning
They say mind your own business

 My friend the romantic dude 
With then women he has success
But if he don’t marry one
Then he will be living wifeless

The fees in universities are expensive
While education are become valueless
And everywhere in the world today
You will meet people who are manner less

A man buys his wife a perfume
They call it timeless
Then he trying to lose some weight
so he drink is completely  sugarless

My girlfriend gives me lunch in a bowl
It was completely soup less
Them ask me if my belly full
Saying today we going foodless

So I tell her yes darling
It was so delicious
Because if I hurt her feeling
She might leave me loveless

Yes the 21 st century
Has everything is getting less
But still am and optimist
And will keep my hope endless


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Our Brains

Our brains become somewhat rutted
Running constantly within the same track
But let someone confront with deeper wisdom
Then our lightbulb can be turned back (on)

For some it would be easier to run a mudslide
Back up the slippery slope of time
Than to get the brain to light up and burn
From new ideas, knowledge to absorb


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In A State of Amnesia Falling Into Fantasia

Your love, like amnesia it made me forget all the dark forces against me they tortured me relentless then you put me into amnesia from the problems, hope came in the foresight of your prowess and the light emanating from your face what seems calm on the surface is often roaring within screaming, hair crazy like I'm the demon's descendant only strong feelings can push out the weak and those skeletons surface, hurt us and repeat so no ones around and I learn to hate me and no Love to be found because it gave me a profound amnesia. waking prematurely every other time I sleep seeking sanctuary why cant I be at peace? fill up a void come into my world exposed to be touched pay no mind I'm at home when the pain seems too much shut it off like a light now i'm all into peace a presence around me a love like amnesia I'm falling into fantasia calm as can be worries drift away forget how hurt I am for one meaningful day no I'm not the devil but I know who he is he once came to visit and make my soul his as a dark ball inside me consumes me at times i keep inching forward toward the many facets of mind knowing not showing much at all down in the sunrise revived by the fall a natural course of a star entering destruction like lotus flowers in bloom under a fog covered moon in the cold autumn wind healing old scars within practice the old magik into a new growing skill will it be enough the day which stands still worth fighting for.


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Slither Slider Sludge

slither slider sluge
from the quagmire to the dust
we stand to face the mountain 
with the rage of shadows past

I am anger I am pain
I heard the shadows 
felt the rain
caste the feelings out in vain

listen to the words I say
feel the warmth of summers day
we fight again a waste of time
why should it be this way

slither slider sluge
perhaps we leave the dust
a ray of like a slight decay
perhaps I see the light of day

We took unto this home of ours
a child of the night
a child caste in shadows past
his light of slivers plight 

His cry within the wilderness
I could not turn away
and yet with money speaking
we could not have him stay

begone the the thoughts of money
I could not turn away
I could hear the child heart crying
I had to let him stay

my heart reached out to cover him
in mantels of my soul
together we must shoulder then
the defects of our gaols

And yet we see the start of light
the growth of wisdoms road
as school results begin to shake
the devil from the toad


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A LITTLE GIRL'S VIEW

 I was going on a vacation with my family one day,
 We thought we would head down Louisiana way.

 It was great being with my wife and daughter, 
 Until I saw a black bird coming out of the water.

 It struggled to get to the beach we were on,
 When we looked again, it seemed to be gone.

 But it was there, floundering on the beach,
 Along with the fish, shrimp, and other birds just out of reach.

 All of them were strewn on the beach so far,
 Each was deathly sick, and blackened like tar.

 The sand which I knew should have been pristine,
 But the vision we saw was a totally different thing.

 The waves that approached were black with goo,
 Carrying more dead and dying creatures too.

 "Can't we help them, Daddy?", my little girl said,
 "Not now, dear, as most of them will be dead"!

 "But why are they dying?", she said to me,
 How could I explain about the oil from BP?

 "There was an accident from an oil company's rig", said I,
 My little girl looked at the animals and began to cry.

 I tried to explain that man uses so much oil,
 He has to drill in the earth, sometimes in underwater soil.

 "Well then we need to stop it if the animals die!"
 "I know", I said, "We just haven't tried".

 "I will try harder to not use oil", she said,
 "Especially if so many pretty creatures will end up dead!"

 I held her close and wiped her tears,
 Knowing full well that she was wise beyond her years.

 "I'll try too", I said to her,
 Not wanting to see this again occur.

 So I've made a pact with myself to be,
 Less OIL dependent so that others may see.

 If I have to walk a little more than so be it,
 It's better than having to watch the death of an Egret.

 Pehaps we could all take a stance,
 And with Big Oil, not take the chance.

 For anytime man's greedy hand gets into the mix,
 Then the environment is always in for a fix.

 But we can change, adapt, and try to help out,
 By being less dependent of Big Oil's clout.

 We had to come home early because of the spill,
 Like most people, we tasted that bitter pill.

 So now on a crusade with my daughter I will go,
 Trying hard to advise others and put them in the know.

 Especially of what I have seen thru my little girl's eyes,
 Those sickening deaths under clear blue skies.

 I will do my best to get others to stop in their oily run,
 Not only from BP, but Shell, Citgo, Marathon, and Exxon!


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Widdershins

Today I walked the lake the wrong way round
and seeing such, the world seemed upside down.
What once was on the left was on the right
and shadows fell where once there was sunlight.

Agape, aghast and tipsy, I did toddle
all befuddled, as I dawdled, round the puddle. 
Seeing sights I never thought I’d see,
meeting folks who walked a ways with me.

What a miracle, what sheer delight
to find some changes bring happiness not fright.
To find so much of what we see is mere impression
of how we walk, with whom and our discretion.

But, Widdershins* is the way I walk round
seems my right side up’s your upside down! 


*To move 'widdershins' is to go anti-clockwise, or against the sun.



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The Drive

One must ascend approximately
Ninety-eight hewn stone stairs
To reach the hell that is
Forgetting what it means
To live at the bottom of the hill
Or one may forgo this education
And travel swiftly up and down
By automobile
Naming this purgatory life
And eternal bliss a television
Viewed from a leather couch
Artfully turned away from the window


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A Student's Prayer

When I was very young,
The world was all wonder and enchantment;
Each day a waking miracle
Each night a sacred prelude
To the pageant of my dreams.

Though that time has faded now, 
Beneath the distance of the years,
My heart yearns to gains its feeling back -
And I look to you to guide my way.

Knowledge wakens wonder:
Teacher, wake me from my sleep,
Help me bring my dreams
Back to the sweetness of that long-ago light,
Unlock the door into the heaven of my mind
By showing me What Is, What Was,
And What May Be.
Open me back into myself,
Then leave Discovery up to me.


Details | I do not know? | |

Meaning

Hollow words have beauty
Hollow words are dead
Life has had no meaning
With hollow words' Godhead

So speak your lies
So scream in tongues
Your hollow cries
Are not enough
The world will turn a deafened ear
The world will turn a deadened fear


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Prize or Surprise

I spied inside walls to much surprise.
Sometimes with smiles, then tears, into rise.
Sometimes, some things, unheard,
Are better un-interred,
Truly this will never provide prize.



Written for

Sponsor Michael J. Falotico 
Contest Name "A FLY ON THE WALL" 


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ode underwater

I've got this listing, sinking feeling
that I owed most of my life to my bank.
Hands in the air, reaching for debt ceiling,
yet another fine mess, with no one to thank.

Guns all put down, the pen reigns mightier
can't fight the bank, let alone hit myself.
Contracts contracted, assurances flightier
seems the whole world's overextended itself.

I ode some words, I owed some dollars
'course everyone I talk to is in the same boat.
Can't answer my phone for collecting callers,
looking to ourselves, line of credit, to float.

I'm maxed they've determined, but I'm appealing
my mortgage, in arrears, beyond my credit score.
All my creditors say that defaulting is stealing
I gave a stone and blood, still they want more.

Seems to everyone, I owe myself, that's no joke
shouldn't be depressed, but maybe I oughter.
Dunno if I'm myself, or like all nations folk,
I've underwritten much of this ode underwater.

'course if I owe some B and B owes to C 
and C owes somebody else...well back to me,
then it seems that we all owe to each other,
our mountain of debt is brother to brother.

Would some rebalancing of our balance sheets
starve our children, kick us out into streets?
Maybe we should waive our bankruptcy hearing
and admit it's to life we're really endearing.

© Goode Guy 2011-06-10


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sundae, as ever,

sundae, as ever, the first day of the weak, 
in tradition, an hour, or a minute of silence…
silence, as ever, suffered no fool, 
without conception, immaculate or no… 


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The Bill of Rights, Part II

No illegal search and seizure
Says amendment Number Four
Probable cause necessary
Before we break down your door.
The warrant spells out what they search,
Describing things they will seize.
So hide them where you know they won’t
Go to the judge, and say, “Please.”

Number Five’s an uncommon gem
It says we won’t take your life
Without due process of the law,
Or by talking to your wife.
Testimony from yourself, and
Oh, yeah, double jeopardy,
Will never be responsible
For removing liberty.

We will not take your property
For a bridge or a highway.
Not without compensating you
But, please, stay out of the way.
We’ll never pay you what it’s worth,
Nor what the market will bear.
We shall pay you what we think’s right
And so what if it’s not fair?

So now we come to Number Six:
Speedy trial for you and me.
Impartial juries we will have
‘Less the press first runs the story.
We will inform you of the crime
They think you have committed.
And let you confront eyewitness
And a lawyer, not dim witted.

So here we are, now at Seven,
But this one’s kind of dicey.
It’s about the common law,
And the cost of controversy.
The courts have set some precedents
From the beginning to this year
So put this one from your mind, but
Don’t let lawyers know your fear.

Punishment cruel, or excessive
Is listed in Number Eight.
High bails and fines not imposed
Except in a crime of hate.
This allows a sentence of death
When combined with Number Five.
So, while stoning is a no, no.
Injection can take your life.

The rights for you, herein displayed
Shall not be the only item.
Number Nine says it right clear
Other rights are not denied ‘em.
This simply means, to you and me,
We’re somewhat free, to a point.
Beware of our society
For they say no to that joint.

This now brings us to Number Ten
About powers left on the rack.
If it’s not stated by this doc
States, and people, take up the slack.
The constitution delegates
Power to the three branches.
But if they overstep these bounds
Beware election chances.


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"The End"

How do you know what is real?
Have you ever felt that your dream intertwined with reality?
The question is: "How do you differentiate between reality and a dream?"
It might be a philosophical question, but
Each one of us has a unique answer
Don't refer to what and how philosophers answered the question
Let "yourself" be "your" own philosopher
Be the one that takes the new path
Be the one that leaves new tracks
Learn, Understand, Look, Observe, Read, Search
Ask, Discuss, Debate, Accept, Research, finally
Believe....
When to believe? Now that the real question
You have to know; you have to decide, but...
Is your decision right?
You'll know in the end, and by 'end,' I mean "The End"


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Quadragenarious

Alluring are all these things in life in 
which one may become fond in 
adoring
Calling upon all to climb up on their 
own stage; free will regardless of 
the age
When it comes to receiving nothing 
in life grants you knowledge more 
than does reading
Engage in life to gain experience this 
sets up a phase, be your own sage

Those of you who can come to 
understand now is the time climb 
up out of the sand
Tuning into one’s own inner yang, 
requires one to hear the bells when 
the ring
Believing that you sit in his right 
hand one comes to realize that life 
is grand
It all depends on the choice of 
words which you cling they display 
the song you sing

The Creator always comes to your 
aide, no matter your individual 
grade
A clue to each and every perversion 
exist inside all culprits arson
The sound of the first grenade is the 
signal to the enemy; begin the raid
The soul is the intent to blacken in 
the words discharged by these evil 
dragons

In there attempt to acquire all 
things delicious they embrace the 
devious
If one does want to recognize their 
spin, all you have to is see how they 
grin
Why they stay so furious, their will 
belongs to all things they find 
desirous
Failing to see their despicable yin
leads all down the path of 
committing sin

There will be way far too few able to 
pay the bill on the last day it is due
After relentless tearing your soul 
will continue its everlasting searing
After you realize that there has been 
a coup you will not all be able to sue
Tortured and tormented you are 
now filet and sauteed burning 
without ending 


*****  For the "Word Game 
Contest" sponsored by Catie 
Lindsey****


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All Thanks to Him

Walking down the empty streets,
In truth already done,
I've lost myself in dreams again as I sit in school,
I sit and sit and sit and sit,
But not a word absorbed,
It doesn't matter how long I stay,
I'm not here at all.

He laughs and laughs all at something I said,
I smile, grin in responce to him.
He's shown me not to draw from people,
Taught me how to be myself.
To dance and listen,
Learn and turn,
But no longer in my head,
Now I dance to live, and learn!


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KILLER

KILLER
You are a killer-
Vegetarian or not-
You eat - smash insects


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The Demise Of Hotel Upson

Thick cloudy sky filled with tears__woe
Crying at the swiftly passing era
No more old generation__new day
The passage into a modern time

A time all its own with difference
Whole set of problems separates it
From times that have gone by but yet__same
History tends to repeat itself

Demise of Hotel Upson brought thought
A time of reflection to many
To some joy that ugly eye sore__gone
Others landmark history removed

Today in America there is 
A church or more on every street
Evil, lawlessnes, drugs on the beats
Gangs, violence, road rage, and much more

It seems times like when the Hotel raised
Back in Nineteen twenty eight are gone 
A simple time when families, friends
Was an important part of the plan

That hotel was built solid and strong
Built to withstand the test of hard times
Who would have thought its hey-day would end
With a track-hoe beating its walls in

Its architecture was a simple 
Design Georgian Revival Style of
Red brick trimmed in limestone best in day
Had a ballroom, elevators, air

No matter it is no longer there
Gone forever to C&D landfill
No even sold to reuse the parts
That made it the best in its day__gone


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The Well Seasoned Cauldron

I am a smoldering cauldron of verbs
Confined in a disturbing squadron of nerves
So I use a glistening array of words
To keep them listening as they observe

Attempting to explore lifes tabooed pleasures
So tempting these doors like much wooed treasures
Unwilling to ignore resembling intense peer pressure
Willing to mentor the cunning presence of a hustler

Adamantly grasping for more precise understanding
Savagely gasping no advice just demanding
Carving patterns in your mind like a space ship landing
A starving lantern but I shine so I dont need handling

In death words become unequivocally timeless
So my breath wont succumb to the blantantly lifeless
If our lives have a code we are not who designed it
Will we survive to decode bet the answer is priceless


Details | I do not know? | |

serenity in meth

Serenity’s Meth
Flick the lighter
Flame nears the bottom 
Heat slowly melts crystals together
Turning crystals into liquid

Lips pressed against the glass
Inhale what you changed
Exhale on top of the world

Fell the rush as the world is absorbed
Anticipation grows as the lighter passes
Flick of the lighter
Flame nears the bottom

Addiction grows in the dark
Self control begins to cease
Mind body and life

Time has no concept 
Slowly things that mattered are no more
Flick of the lighter
Dissipating the beginning

Eagerness to inhale and exhale
Vision becomes cloudy
Rounds pass by
It’s empty

Mind body and life return
WHO AM I?
WHAT HAVE I BECOME?
EMPTY LIKE YOUR GLASS!!
Written by an amazing woman in an uncertain time


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Somebody Loves Me

Produced 50 yrs ago
My master Pravin Pant Sr.
Felt it was time for my Just Born coop to grow
So he introduced me to some other chicks
Bunnies bats cats pumpkins and
Even thought of placing some lucky stars
In for the heck of it what a day of cellabration
Now he has flipped his lid once again and took a few friends back
Had turned them into lip balms but I don't mind
For they will stay forever fresh on my lips as I speak of them
I been dropped off buildings had been steam rolled over
And each time I bounced back with zest
So please come rescue us from this crazy farmer
Place me in a warm basket or cake or even a dressed table 
For I m just a little peep looking for somebody to love



To The Peep 
In All Of Us    LOL


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God Is In Me

I come to the realization that I am merely man everything I have fought for was conquered by my own hand Each one of my poems were a time he wasn't there I keep looking to the heavens but all I see is air For now I see that God is in me existing vicariously through my mind sometimes it seems I lose him for it's me he's trying to find I once strived to be just like him there is no wrong in that I believed in myself enough to surpass him and put the whole world on my back Embedded in my memory the fact only I can hold me down for I have crawled into the darkness where my inner-self was found There I could see my failure it left a bitter sting I could see no evil for the Devil is not in me Now that I have achieved my Godhead there is no more setting sun only an army of watching angels weeping for lost souls by the thousand Every time I have been tested my fear is seldom seen if you are seeking God he is on the path far behind me.


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Nighttime bliss

I like the dead and dark of night 
when people are asleep,
Instead of talking needlessly
demanding, their needs met.

Instead of talking needlessly
of worries woes and fears,
I hear the silence of the house
alone, my mind is all my own.

For a moment in my life of dreams
I do not have to care
I do not have to think about 
the other thoughts out there 

and yet I love to care about 
the people in my life.
I love to hear their problems
and their woes.

It's just the night time calls to me
a time to be alone.
A time to re-examine
all the thoughts that are my own.

I love to think for just myself
An unrestricted time alone
I love the silence of the night 
with self felt affirmation.


Details | Narrative | |

Understood

If you didn't know it was bad.
How would you know it was good?
If you didn't know how to be sad.
Would you be misunderstood?
What if someone told you something funny
but you thought laughing was insane.
Would you run inside when it was sunny
just to get out of the pouring rain?
Can you teach a child to hate
who never had any love to share?
Do you hurry up and wait
or do you wonder if you care.
How do you make up your mind?
Does someone make it up for you?
Do you follow closely behind
because you don't know what to do?
If you can't think for yourself
what kind of message can you give?
If you always ask for help
will somebody tell you how to live?
Will you happily plod along
until someone tells you it's time to run?
If you don't know it's right or wrong
then you might think work was fun.
Maybe that wouldn't be so bad.
If working hard made you feel good.
But I think It's kind of sad
that you never really understood.


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Holy Crap

Na- Nu Na-Nu
greetings earthlings How do you do
I'm captain Zendor from planet Sur Render 
shazbot someone crashed into my spaceship's fender
hit me so hard made me go krap-poo


Details | Epic | |

Not The Only One

Why does everyone tuck their tails and hide..
Accepting all of the Corporate Lies?

We’re all eating Genetically Modified Foods,
Simply because it tastes so good.
Hormone-pricked animals; Tortured and Slain..
No Living Creature should endure such Pain.

The Fact is that We are so behind
In the True Consciousness of our Minds.
This Entire Life is one big Illusion;
Yet We are being taught of Lies and Delusion.
It’s now time to Think of All including Yourself,
Go beyond your wants and Desires; Humankind needs our Help.
Judge for yourself- I’m weird and depressed..
But I Understand Altrue Knowledge- Unlike the Rest.

-Emma Lea Mills
02/08/2012


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perhaps a balloon

i believe that balloons are free 
even tied to strings 
they rise above me 
i'm pretty sure they want the sun 
and ignore the clouds of everyone 
i might be mistaken 
perhaps not of wit 
but if there's a race to the sky 
i want to be part of it 
perhaps a balloon 
has nothing to lose 
leaving the ground behind 
the problem it seems 
when i let go the string 
it gets to fly. . . i have to climb


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ANOTHER DRINK


ANOTHER DRINK FOR ME.
I NEED TO CLEAR MY MIND.
SO, THIS IS WHY I DRINK
ALL THE TIME.
I FUNCTION JUST FINE.
GO TO WORK AND I'M ON
TIME.
ANOTHER DRINK HOLDS ME
TOGETHER WITHOUT IT .I
GET THE SHAKES;I TAKE
ANOTHER DRINK I'LL BE
JUST FINE.
THE DOCTOR TELL ME I 
NEED TO STOP....IS
THIS AN OPTION OR DO
I TAKE THIS ADVICE 
WITH CAUTION?
MY BODY IS BREAKING
DOWN. NOW, I KNOW WHAT
TO DO ....
ANOTHER DRINK I WON'T TAKE...  
 


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Zephyr Of Higher Learning

The vernacular language that I use
Slips into my writing also and can confuse
Those from other countries and regions
Sometimes my language is macabre
 
For I slaughter the English language
From the teachings of my upbringing
And also from the family and associations
My language patterns have taken formation

I wish that the zephyr of higher learning
Could sweep across and saturate me
With an instant knowledge of a broader
Vocabulary and grammar so that writing

Would become an eloquent and easy
Part of my life gracing me with flowery
Words that would bless each heart
That reads my work consuming each morsel

Sponsor:Brain Strand
Contest: Any poem from your first 100/ any form/ max 15 lines


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Giving Thanks This Thanksgiving Day


During this time known as Thanksgiving Day. I hope you'll give thanks and pray. A prayer of thanks for everything God has given. He has blessed us in the way we've been livin'! Our country is blessed like no other. God has supplied our "bread and butter." He's given us the freedom, we've all enjoyed. Be thankful for your food, home and being employed. For those who've endured hardship... Thank God too! It's no secret how much he loves YOU! We find in the Bible... God clearly said; "I've never seen the righteous forsaken, Nor their children begging for bread." Thanks be to Jesus, for his love, mercy and grace. And for making my heart, "his special place." I am blessed and thankful to Jesus indeed. He's given me salvation and supplies my every need. I thank God for this special day in November. Thanksgiving is a day... I will always remember! By Jim Pemberton


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OPINIONS

OPINIONS



Opinions,
Like stars,
Are extinguished
When 
The sun of knowledge
Shines!


©Demetrios Trifiatis
7 January 2013 


Details | I do not know? | |

Dis-appreciation

And so that’s it. I don’t  think we’re gonna make it.
It’s getting too hard to just PHukcin take it
I wanna break it, Phukc it up.
You don’t even know, how to fake $hi7
So listen biznitch, you need to go.
Cause time’s a coming, yeah it’s a full runnin’
And the slower you get, the deeper your debt
So keep all your ‘pinions, and free all your tension
And breath appreciation, justifying your temptations
Cause it’s shorter than you think
This life’s an island about to PHukcin sink.
You can try and run away, if you want…  
In these times of trouble, our mistakes, they double
And beneath the rubble, is proof.
Yeah all the $hi7 we’ve used to PHukc over our youth
So take a look-see, don’t abuse the nookie…
Cause it’s not just pussy, actually has a name!
In a search for fame, in vain, we try and ignore the pain
SO let me tellya, “you’re in danger, fella.”
Don’t ever underestimate the truths of “Hella”
Now what do we have left? Who next do we impress?
Cause for years, our ears, have been trained to go deaf.
But is all good, in this great neighborhood, it’s great. Actually all right.
So quit, just quit your PHukcin biznitchin and be thankful you even get tonight!


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RUMBLE BARS

Rumble bars ~ the education
is slowing down  to advocation,
a better choice, or celebration
this hereto reason of duration!

The poet's handle, co-relation
wants time to think, their own creation
is rhyme, is rhyme, its' innovation,
composite thought, for allocation!

We dinker here, we speed, then ration
what facts could flaunt, we're our own nation,
the poet's poet, the graced sensation,
all else gets caught by time's invasion!

Stop now ~ the sign is mind's abrasion
it must be taught, fine art's embraced run,
a line, so brought with meaning's phase one,
the poem, the wrought, soul's recreation ~

Is hereby drought .  .  .  .  spectrum's persuasion!


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"The Political Machine"

Free verse rhyme

The political machine, in America is very mean
My statements about it may be to some brash
But what I am about to say, is Love’s cash…….................................(Luke 16:11 true riches)
Biblically said, “upon this very thing, teeth will gnash”.................................(Matt. 24:45-51)

Some might even say the truck driver is ignorant or unlearned.......................(2 Cor. 11:6)
But Love from one’s heart, tells one, it’s time for education to learn
For my soul’s heart is God’s gold, and will never fold, on this I am sold
Presenting perfection the third level, which is Love’s bevel…. 

A dog eat dog `Tis our two party hog, hidden within THE carnal mind’s fog
Herein, lies the problem with a dog, eating a dog
When the devour is all said and done, you’ve still got a dog
Loves(sheep) in the world, please listen, come out of carnal mind fog..................(Rev. 18:4)

What must I do?  What shall I pursue?  Abate all your hate!..........................(1 John 2:8-10)
We hereby stand, at Love’s  third party gate!
Humanity precariously stands, on destiny, Love’s reality demands
Options will be presented,  decisions made, in earthen lands


For a Love light shaft from heaven shines within heart’s center
I see better very time my soul enters into it’s holy splendor
Heaven’s third level party is hate abated, and love situated
Strive to enter into this marriage, where soul and heart is mated!!

Merry Christmas! 12-15-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com


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Captain Picard

Campfires, 
Forget I encouraged
Pubescent Exposure. 

Because I tried
to be a leader. 
And with guitar
and hallucinations
of demons, 
I retreated. 

Into disbelief. 

But I see these
Spirits now. 

And as we 
Conceptualize
it so may we 
Make it so.


Details | Couplet | |

What Did I Ever Do To You

There are many things that are caught by the naked eye
They could be weird or strange or even crazy things that'll make you cry

Think my strangest encounter thus far
Was a little skunk caught in a snare from my car

In underbrush and weeds so high
Heard it's whimpers then saw it's final sigh

Razor edges wrapped around its head
For sure I thought it was dead

As I moved in closer to take a peek
Its hind back arched and sprayed oh how it reeked

Poor little guy I could do nothing for
Except call D.N.R and cry once more

As they placed it in a steel cage
Heard the officer say it was that of young age

When do you think one will learn
Gods creatures did nothing in return






Details | Light Poetry | |

Do The Wah Wah

Wah Wah
       Ha   Ha

Jimmy
      Was  He

Overdrives
       Amplifies


High Gain
     Ear  Pain

Thumb Fret
    You  Bet

B . B. King
   Idol's Zing

Hall Of Fame
  Bears His Name

  Jimmy Hendrix
      But Buster Sticks


Details | Senryu | |

Never Told a Lie

if George Washington
never told a lie, then no
president has lied


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Signed Sealed And Delivered

<                                        It's not my fault
                                          The world is made from different cults
                                          Economic woes
                                          Politicians saying no


                                          I'm not to blame
                                          When they represent us in such shame
                                          It's a capitol crime
                                          Like this rhythm and rhyme


                                          You have no proof
                                          That we're the ones that goofed
                                          We abide each law that been laid
                                          And to find out we've been played  


                                          I will show no shame
                                          And point at the ones to blame
                                          Get your acts together
                                          Sign bills with your quilled feathers  






Entry For 
Paula Swenson's
Four Sentences
GL All                           


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Confession This Session

Feeling low my heart was heavy so I looked to sky
The desire was small but something inside compelled me stand
The road had split a decision of choice run the course
Obstacles be many though a line had been drawn
Dark in deeds was the road behind in front was life
Far in distance the light was small with each step it grew
My resistance was futile pulling me like a magnet to iron
Not knowing what to do I prayed for guidance a vision
Being patient is tough this I confess one has to believe 
Reading a book and poems on a screen direction made clear
You are a poet giving them instructions making a preacher
Confession of truth many shall not deduce being cut from the vine
Vanity is the enemy’s weapon a fear lost due to transgressions
So each night and day one must plow until the time comes to rise
This world has filled with vice so I make the slice then blood drains


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Nobody Likes A Know It All Part 3 of 4

Nobody Likes A Know-It-All
(Or ... But I Know, What I Know)


... About Play-Time & Rest & Work-Shift Gears
About GOD & Laws & Holy Spirit Pure
About Faith & Hope & Man-Made Cures
Yeah, I Know of Somethings (Tho' I'm No Seer)
And No Matter What Others May Say or Hear ...

Believe When I Tell You So ...
... I Know What I Know

I Have Checked My Academic's Interior
So Furniture Where I Sat Won't Be Inferior
& So My Degrees Would Be The Perfect Temperature
And My Curriculum Wouldn't Graduate Immature
So Certificates & Diplomas Are Always Tenure

and  No Matter What The World May Throw ...
 ... I Know What I Know

I've Studied Thesis & Themes About Conscience & Jurors
Separated & Negated Both Rumors & Errors
So Wisdom's Alma Mater Would Polish My Mirror
To Reflect Seminars & Lectures Superior

and Now, I'm On An Honor-Roll
... and I Know What I Know

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

(Prov. 2: 1 - 22)
Someone Once Said That, "Knowledge Is Power"
But I Say ... Wisdom:  Is A Warrior In His Strong Tower
and Understanding:  Is An Army That Covers Its Ground
Discernment:  Is A Sentry That Watches Over Its Town

Reason or Rationale:   Rides & Reins In Wild Horses
Having Sense:  Surrounds Us In Full-Tactical Forces
A Discipline:  Is A Skill, Honed Sharp & Smart For Battle
A Lesson:  Is Instructions; Orders; & Rules That Awards Medals

Learning:   Is An Arrow That Will Reach Its Target
& A Teacher Is:  Commander, Leader, General & Drill Sargent
& A Student:  Is A Soldier and Apprentice of Them All ...
Yes, A Student Must Have The Strategy To Patrol
Yet, Always Remember - Nobody Likes A Know-It-All

Oh, See How Thoughts Are Being Taught All The Time!
Even As I Reasoned & Wrote Down This Rhyme
Like Bells That Ring or A Whistle That Blows ...
... I Know What I Know

* * * *

Humans Live For Adventure & Mystery
That's Why GOD Keeps Some Things Under Lock & Key
(Eccl. 3: 10, 11)
So, We'd Search & Seek & Survey & See
& Either Answer, 'At Last!' ... or Say, 'Enlighten Me'

and GOD Will Have Wonders To Show ...
... I Know What I Know


(Part 3 of 4)

     Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/20/2013 
      by:  MoonBee Canady


(Part 3 of "Nobody Likes A Know-It-All" is the serious side of  addressing "Knowledge ... ... So, this free verse is really about Godly Knowledge, Biblical Learning and Spiritual Intelligence ... (first) ... and then about education and different areas of study in an academic way.  So when reading this write - that should be kept in mind, to get the most out of it ... MoonBee


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H Farmall

You know a tractor is not a toy
Not a play thing for a little boy
But when cradled in its seat
Life became for me a treat

Behind its wheel I learned to drive
Found happiness in being alive
Released her clutch without a lurch
My world had fullness from that perch

But these are the tales of a day gone by
I remember them sometimes with a sigh
The days grow duller with the passage of time
But these are the memories that make life rhyme

I’ve gained knowledge from scholars face to face
Benefited from their degrees and grace
I gained wisdom on an H Farmall
From an old man in bib overalls.

I have traveled this country far and wide
I have crossed the ocean to the other side
But some of the finest things I ever saw
Were on the farm, with the H, and my Papaw.


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Untitled #311 / Insanity

“The square root of two squared is half”
Am I insane for understanding?


Details | Ballad | |

HE and his ART

Many hearts, each a beat
HE and his Art
=====
Sympathy struck my soul within the Watts Towers
One man, broken, lost
Gave other broken pieces of life another chance to shine
With beauty and grace
Close to his heart
Close to god

Before his hand came down
They were just figures fallen
Pieces hitting
Rock pavement bottom

These objects, that once served propose
Once had value
No longer desired

Used and abused
Broken souls
Left to corrode

Do you know what it feels like to be alone in fear
In shame with no hope
Can’t look in the mirror

Thought to no longer have purpose,
On this earth
To no longer have beauty
To no longer, have worth

Rebirth

Sees art on the ground
His Hand comes down
A man, once broken and scared
A suffering alcoholic with a second chance at life
His heart and soul he bares 

Perhaps it was sympathy,
He felt that day
When he started to create, a place of hope
The skills to cope 
For the pieces left to waste away

Each broken object, each piece of junk
He gave a gift of serenity
To shine and glimmer
To live beautifully,
In company 
Sublime and serene
Achieved

Surrounded by like others,
Once pieces left behind 
Alone, you seek cover
Together, in time

Is strength, and beauty
A vision of unity
A collective propose
Of vision and purity

What new perspective, from the inside to out 
Changes on the faces of the people about 
Seeing the junk, as a ship not sunk

In the shape of hope
And inspiration, a dream
Where we can go and where we have been

Reflect on this now
Of those who never saw
What the man’s vision was
Love, real and raw
In those broken pieces

With his signature, his heart
Left in different formations
Bottle and plates
Imagination
=====
Many hearts, each a beat
HE and his Art



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The Foolishness of Racism

A rose is flower
   No matter the shade
       Be it yellow or red, makes it no less
                Which shade is superior? None!

An apple is a fruit
  No matter the shade-
    Be it red, yellow or green makes it no less:
          Which shade is superior? None!

There are trees: the oak, the maple, the myrtle, the fir; the sycamore, the pine, 
etc.; each coming in different shades and colors and tones at various times-
color makes no difference; their shade changes not the fact that they are all trees-
no more and no less: Which shade is superior? None!

A person is a human: a living, breathing being created in the Image of All Mighty 
God;
The skin of which has many shades, colors and tints: light, brown, pale, dark, 
black or chocolate.  Which shade is superior? None.

No matter the tint or color or shade, each should be acknowledge by their 
character's content.

One man is not supreme to another because he is light(white)
Not inferior because he is dark(black) or somewhere in between(all others)
For we've all been created by the "Father of Light;" the Creator who gave us all 
human life.

Race is not a matter of skin color!  We are all "equal" by blood and by breath!
We are thus all the same needing "true" love for happiness.

So valuing another human being by color is a sign of foolish ignorance that each 
of us must abandon; cast aside; stamp out with every ounce of our strength-
So that Earth can be livable: a peaceful, loving habitation where every one is 
somebody "special" and "unique" for its what's inside the heart of the mind that 
matters and will ultimately determine our true destiny.

So what will it be?
Will we be in bondage or will we be free? And drop this thought of race by skin 
color so that all of us(all mankind) can strive to be every thing our Heavenly 
Creator meant for us to be.


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The secret of life

we live life to learn what love is
how to love ourselves
and eachother
after we experience this harmony of love
we sometimes crave to love another
and until we do there is heartache
thus the experience starts over
and a new scapegoat or evil is born

God is a story in my mind of how we achieve this
through being and we are all created in that image

Sometimes the themes of life cause you to be brave again and again
sometimes themes of life cause you to solve problems
sometimes themes of life lessons require you to work together
in the end the answer lies even in our mistakes and similarities
we are here to learn to love


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What If

what if there was no religion?
what if we spent Sunday mornings in a park, not in a church?
what if people gave out encyclopedias, not bibles?
what if instead of fighting over our beliefs, we celebrated our uncertainty?
what if instead of blind faith, we had insightful curiosity? 
what if instead of religious conviction, we had rational perception?
what if our morals were shaped from real life experience, not from a book? 
what if people were proactive with their concern, and did not pray? 
what if love was unconditional, not contingent?
what if you had freedom, not a plan?
what if people were good, because they are good, not because they are afraid to be bad?
what if people did crazy things because they are crazy, not because they are raised crazy?
what if earth is just lucky to be here, and is not made for you?
what if we lived our life, on our own terms?
would that be so bad?










Details | Free verse | |

the affair

spring and summer fly quickly by 
now a trendy autumn colour brings change 
to the night air that can no longer bear 
the warmth between our hands 
and the smile clings with the strength 
of a dying leaf 
against the pull of a heavy heart 
that knows the wind will blow 
in ways we ignored when first we explored 
not so long ago 


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A Different Fear

Remembering fear.
The sweat of retreat when one can never seem
to run far enough or fast enough.
Remembering the Christian children’s chants.
Devil worshiper, godless,
the taunting hell they saw for those
not blessed to be themselves.

The jeer of the crowd for those not part.
The mob mentality of the Christian heart.
The damn you if your not me to a girl of eight
defies any memory to obliterate.

Breathless behind 
a hollow core door gasping with tears
a heart pounding 
with the hate thrown the Jew bated.
Was this even an inkling of what Tanta felt
as the German’s knocked down the door.
The marks on her skin brought memories
of trains and camps and more.

And, here in America land of the free
in a place which prides itself on Christianity
remembering the fear at eight, at twelve 
and at eighteen every Christmas in between.
Don’t tell, don’t speak, don’t let them know
your different from them…………..
different hated, taunted, chased and if possible erased.

Remember the fear the mob, the gang, the chanting group
when you stand, and pray, when you say Amen.
Remember Christ was a Jew and what was done to him.
Pray that this is never done to another child again.

*Tanta means Aunt in Yiddish...the combination of German & Hebrew that most Jewish folk 
speak. Yes this is me and yes half my family is Jewish. BUT I am not considered Jewish by 
Jews. Judaism is a matrilineal religion.


Details | I do not know? | |

Smiles

The smiles have long since passed
I know the worlds so vast
My life before me goes
And withers like a rose
I never know the truth
From all their lies uncouth
For all that I could see
Came crashing down on me
The foolishness of youth
Has led me off of truth
And now all that I find
Is ever most unkind
I know the worlds so vast
The smiles have long since passed


Details | Pantoum | |

Untreatable And Fatal Illness

At the age of thirteen, life is carefree
Time to become all that one can be
Life stopped for you; cut off at the knees
Being told very harshly about Huntington's Disease

At the age of thirteen, life is carefree
Ball games, skating, spelling bees
Being told very harshly about Huntington's Disease
The look of grief on your face and the weeping

Ball games, skating, spelling bees
Life stopped for you; cut off at the knees
The look of grief on your face and weeping;
At the age of thirteen, life is carefree


Details | Narrative | |

Question life

I'm told that I should just have faith
I'm told that is the road to God
the love of God is faith
With faith I should then follow

Do not attempt to see
do not atempt to understand
the thoughts that god conceived
yet faith to me is hollow

sometimes deceived by man
do not the suicide bombers
have faith within their hands
they walk with faith and then destroy

The innocent do bleed
the church with faith fought 
the crusades 
great money made with death

again with faith the witch hunts
took many to their deaths
no my friend I will not lead
I do not want that job

Instead I would then have you ask
yourself for gods insight
do not follow do not lead
with faith do not make others bleed

Stand up for what you think yourself
and question what you read
is what they say the truth I ask
I do beleive with questions speak


Details | Light Poetry | |

Dewali Festival of lights

Remember dewali in Trinidad
We use to decorate the streets
Then all my Hindu friends 
Bring me foods and sweets

My table was full with
Food and all kind of goodies
Because my Hindu friends
Use to bring so much for me

Dewali marks the return
To ayodhya of lord Rama
He returns to his kingdom
After defeating demon king ravana

It was the victory of good over evil
In the epic story of Ramayana
And also the slaying of evil demon
King Narakasura by Lord Krishna

Ravana had 10 heads and 20 arms
He saw Rama beautiful wife sita
While they were hunting in the forest
And he plot to kidnap her

So he disguises his servant maricha
As a golden deer to lead Rama 
And lakshman away in the forest
Lakshman drew a circle around her

And told her not to step out
But ravana turn as a beggar man
And ask her for food and water
Then turn back as he holds her hand

She cried for help and a fierce bird
Jatayu attacked ravana to save her
But ravana cut off his wings 
And when away with princess sita

She threw her necklace downs
So Rama can follow to save her
They slay ravana and Narakasura
And they return to his kingdom in Ayodhya

And the people light the streets
And every houses celebrating
With foods and sweets and music
To welcome home their beloved king

And that is the origin of dewali
And every year on that date
Around the world every where
Diwali are being celebrated

Sorry have to end this poem now
Because my Hindu friends at the gate
With bags of food and goodies
And I’m drooling I just can’t wait


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PANATEE JAPOONA THEWAA

Panatee japoona thewaa

Waateta faara kaate  andhaara daata daata
Jaane tumhaasa pudhatee  shodhoona tyaata waata

Mhanuneecha laawilee mee  panateeta jyaanajyota
Hee maargadarshikaa jee  daawee tumhaasa waata

Bhadakaawu naahi shakalaa  bhurataa khatyaala waaraa
Wizawoo baghe parantu  tijalaa susaata waaraa

Pari naa wizoo dilee mee  yatne kadhee tiyelaa
Japato sadaiwa jyota  dewooniyaa niwaara

Dewo prakaasha sarvaa  panatee dilee tumhaala
Mandaawateya jyota  panateeta sneha ghaalaa

Waaraa  susaata sutalaa  haa deepa naa wizaawaa
Andhaara daata aahe  panatee japoona thewaa

(Original poem by Dr. Hemant Vinze in Marathi language. Marathi is an Indian 
language of the state of Maharashtra. The English translation of the same poem, 
also by Dr. Hemant Vinze is----)

          
DNYANDEEP                                                                                                                         
(LANTERN OF KNOWLEDGE)                                

Because the path was thorny and long, 
And through a dark and lonely land, 
I set upon your lips a song, 
And placed a 'Dnyandeep' in your hand.

In stormy weather,  
In torrential rain,  
I protected the flame, 
From getting blown out.
 
Dear, O dear students,  
I pass on my heritage unto you,  
It's up to you now,  
To keep the candle kindling--  

----Keep the candle kindling lads, 
Keep the candle kindling----

Dr.Hemant Vinze


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Quantum Prose

Who is to say true love cannot heal All that we need is a reason to feel Something to cause us to empty our cup Open our hearts, let love fill it up Trust our means to undo what we've learned Balance addictions that continue to burn Create our desires, forget wrong or right Allowing ourselves to become twice as bright Free from anger that keeps us from showing Love to the one who is most worthwhile knowing Have faith to pursue possibilities of being Stretch out your consciousness, test what you’re seeing Enlighten your soul to become more serene Begin each day as you wipe your mind clean Look for the clues that cannot be caught Control your life though the power of thought
Inspired by the movie "What The Bleep Do We Know"


Details | I do not know? | |

ART

Art is art is Art,

and as such it will be confrontational to someone,

and will at some point in it’s existence, 

piss someone off every minute of the day



( CLiPiCs AKA Kriss Lee: 03-06-09)


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Aries Personality

.  


                                                       Sara
 Aries born lends desires for stability with an attitude of gratefulness, loyality, and steadfastness
            Only sister to four biological brothers and two adopted brothers (all deceased)
                              Lover of God, husband, children, grandchildren 
                                       A kind, quiet, thankful personality
 Some fears haunt me as masses that do not know Jesus, negative happenings on our earth
Joy would overflow for one lost soul to come home, peace to rule on the earth, souls singing
                                       Resident of Georgia in great USA
                                                 Maiden Kendrick


Details | I do not know? | |

Philae

Philae

oh rocky outcrop met
a place to rest my weary gear
a slow flyby, a spot to try
and allay the lonely fears

older now and some weight shed 
a bit of mass for wizened
a bounce, summersault, a slight tumult
now lying on my side and

post out now a Polaroid
pointing toward dark space 
anthropomorphized 
a place in history, 
regarding likelihood
to ever leave this place

photons! give a bit more life but
no matter now, that place assured
to tell the sunny tail and 
rest content to orbit old Sol
let earthlings watch me sail

on solar winds to round around
and back to dark reaches fly
obscurity has its place away in 
anonymity from future's generations
on blue-green globe of peopled race
but for now - I'm the guy
and this is A Grand Day Out*

© goodguysoul 2014-11-13

* http://www.wallaceandgromit.com/films/granddayout/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philae_(spacecraft)


Details | Rhyme | |

Comments On The Alphabet

I have some comments on the alphabet--
This group of letters numbering twenty-six.
There seems to be some problems with it, yet,
They might not be the kind we’d like to fix.
The C, S, K, and Q can interchange,
The X, I’m sure, could quickly be replaced,
The G and J sometimes both sound the same;
The many sounds of vowels is a disgrace!
And what about the lonely W--
The only one with syllables to say--
It looks like double-V, that is quite true,
But not likely to be renamed some day.
The school kids would be thrilled, I’m sure, to death
If things were changed in alphabetic scheme;
There’d be no chance to give the child an “F”
If that one letter’s dropped from off the scene.
In zeal I could think of some more to choose,
But without some of its letters this would be
A poem with letters I could never use
Because somebody changed our A B C’s.


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Boarding School

When I recall the good old days at school,
I marvel our mood at the times we stood,
Sometimes at noon, in line or loop, 
Or simply too, be part of the brood

Indeed for food, we'd be in a jolly mood,
Hailing a croon with plate, fork and spoon.
Sometimes we'd be good and use the broom,
To clean the rooms or do a scoop.

Sure, for a boon we'd weed ‘round the coop,
And as a boost we'd get the soup.
In time of book we'd find the moot,
Many times too we'd just keep our cool.

As I recall the good days at school,
Oh! How I wish, I could relive a loop,
Once more but soon, yes very soon
Those olden days of splendid boyhood


Details | Alliteration | |

See All That You Have Done

Desires, Drive, Deeds
He, Him, Heed
Child's, Chosen, Choice

Regret, Repent, Rejoice
Attune, Always, Around 
Savior, Sailing, Sea
 
Left, Land, Lost
Pitifully, Punks, Playing
Dying, Dead, Death 


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #298 / The cosmic ray-detector

The cosmic ray detector lies
dormant in the corner, as it has remained for half a year
but, ah, cosmic rays still penetrate the walls of our classroom,
just as the morning sun quietly filters in through the door-window,
passing unnoticed through my body at lightspeed


Details | Free verse | |

101 reasons and ways to quit

I use to quit the pain and hurting
To be normal and belong
to feel as though i understand myself
to escape
and yet its a cycle of more problems
feeding the beast of addiction
no one ever writes about the reasons to quit or how

just the pain
never the great feeling of the accomplishment of the satisfaction
of stopping
always hurry up to wait
but what about
the feeling of not lighting that cigarette
sure you cried for a fix
but you didnt cave in
and everyone patted you on the back
and you did it yourself
something no one else could
and its a mountain of achievement
thats why they call hard rock climbing
no safe footsteps
when you feel you have no real friends
and your cheating your own life
for death

101 ways to quit
101 reasons to live
101 ways to start again
it doesnt take 100
it takes 1
just one
even if you are a hippocrit to yourself at first
build on that and never give in

i may never know the pain of losing my only child
i may never know the heartache of many apples and oranges
and the pity parties masquerading as celebratory doctarates we all throw in 
addiction
but the pain of needing and wanting
of being an addict

the treasure of overcoming is something to notice
when we just say no

Just for today
for tomorrow
to get back to how it was yesterday
the person i was before everything changed and i made that mistake
eventually i will find my strength
101 reasons to save myself
101 reasons to quit this drug or addiction
when 1 is all it takes

and so what if everyday that reason changes or stays the same
so what if its selfless or selfish
its for me
i choose to be sober and no go down the road of temptation
where i know many have been led astray
and the doors ive knocked already


Details | Rhyme | |

Gathering Rasberries

As I gather the rasberries
   Thinking only of you
With Dove's coo to entertain me
    As he sings his love too

I will have to wash in water
Damaged ones will have to curr
Like God takes the damaged sir
Transforms into another




(Herbert Style)


Details | Free verse | |

Oh thou, am I colorless?

Oh thou, am I colorless?
The world is lit.
The light does shine.
As  with my ancestors, freedom shall ring and freedom shall be mine.
The light has burned as a message throughout time.
The light is love and the love so does and so will continue to shine.
The light comprises more than we see with our own eyes.
One must learn with the mind.
Theoretically and scientifically my skin absorbs the light, in practicality, I am colorless?
, but some judge me by the color scale they have came to know.  
How pure is your heart?   Is it gold? 
The whole can be seen as white or light, it too can be colorless. Can two be the same as one? 
Oh thou, where does logic go?
 Those whom seek the understanding of light, seeks the truth for so it holds.
It hasn't changed from centuries ago.  Oh thou, where is Aristotle, Socrates and Plato?
 Let there be no mystery about the light for the day of darkness is when it's extinct.  
The light can and will be seen, for it reaches from shore to shore , from coast to coast,  the light maybe seen from underneath  the heaviest doors,  my light ----- yes,  my light--- is like my  soul.
All are parts of the whole?, Oh thou, where is Aristotle, Socrates and Plato? 
If a circle ends were it begins then what of “Alpha and Omega”? Oh thou, their work remains--- Aristotle, Socrates and Plato. Who are the "Great Thinkers and Philosphers" of today?
 
2008copyright@Carrie Love-Atkins


Details | Rhyme | |

Crimes Past

To whit to be caught between two brothers
and become the sport of many others
She kept her heart from loving true
but not from the damage passing through
 
Oh twice spent the beauties coin
did deliberate vengence to purloin
thought knowingly did enter door
in spite she cast them to the floor
 
Though twas for couple it's own collusion
the device and trap it's own illusion
the crimes waylaid doth carry to the grave
to curse ones soul as fearful and not brave
 
Twas the story carried in her mind
her face to others she wished were blind
and with ones sight to look upon her heart
to know in violence was her start
 
She thought those sins would ever last
or to shake the paths of her past
in her fears her heart down cast
she did not know to forgiveness ask
 
Unable to differentiate between love and need
or if womans desire was only greed
If man looks upon her with his smile
is he looking for love or just another trial
 
She asks those questions to this day
must there be violence to graveyard pay
for many men have forced their way
in their behavior did have no say
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Ode | |

If only she could see

She's constantly a dreamer,
Fantasy is where she lives,
Reality is non existant to her,
If only she could see.
She only cares about superficial things,
Popularity is her sport,
Boyfriends are the cheerleaders,
If only she could see.
Her mind is put to waste,
A head as empty as a flower pot,
Education is lost on her,
If only she could see.
She makes fun of the "weirdos",
She cannot stand the "geeks",
But those "geeks" are worth knowing,
If only she could see.
The world is 3-D,
It has depth underneath,
There is beauty under the surface,
If only she could see.
Beauty is not just skin deep, 
It runss all the way through,
It's not just looks that matter,
It's how you think and see.


Details | Narrative | |

A Little Crazy

I went a little crazy tonight,
a little over the edge.
Reading the natal
chart prepared for me 
by an astrologist in Poetry
class and it all rang too true,
the good
and the bad
was hard to take
sitting there so alone
without you
without anyone
I began to cry
but not for your return
or theirs,
another path draws me now
and good
or bad
I'll have to see
it through until the bitter end
or until it no longer matters,
until my mother's
creeping, bulging, bursting 
tumors take over the body
the breast I nursed
the cancer I imbibed
my own breast barely saved.
What is our goal? the surgeon
said, and I said 
Save the breast
and we did.

Now I'm in college,
at my age can you imagine
and I surely have some reading 
to do and this higher
education is almost too much
sometimes but I love
it and hate that 
I failed to pay attention
for several months and now
no one moves around in my
space except me and 
I must have driven away
everyone and thing 
has left me now but
I do enjoy my solitude
though not quite enough sometimes.


Details | I do not know? | |

Deleting...

Deleting 
-
With his finger’s tip pressing the right key
the photograph deletes, with ease, instantly;
no mercy, without hesitating deletes.

The face, the reflection, the smile, the moment; 
the photo which has been a poisonous leaf
burning him; the sensation of destruction
bursting through his eyes, - the pair of eyes
bereft of sleep, benumbed with hatred so dark;
becomes erased with a single command.

Then he fights with his self, draws thin lines of blood 
more than a digital photograph could have…
The scratches write the word ‘no’ with some crude tongue. 

Ah! Forgetting is a lost labor inside 
of a churning stream. 
Is he supposed to make the pain 
of seeing her, his love, now a deleted photograph 
vanish in a dumb trick of evanescence?

Can a simple button delete days and nights 
or shared wares of life
or one day being replaced 
with another mortal,
someone else?
No! No! No! He says and tries to refrain 
the claws of own hatred of himself. 

In a recycle bin a face still remains 
freeze in a shared moment.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Rhyme | |

STUBBORN

My intention is to write some prose
Why it comes out poems, nobody knows
I struggle, wiggle, leave me alone
As I sit happily writing a poem


Words are created and suddenly rhyme
I hardly revise them – I’ve not the time
Give up the idea of writing a book?
I feel I’m caught by a crook and a hook


Following rules as the semester unfolds
Smothers my brain; puts creating on hold
When I find a second that isn’t filled
I’ll write a poem, ‘cause I’m strongly self-willed!



Details | Didactic | |

Pride

Be humble and not proud,
For pride leads to foolishness,
But humility leads to wisdom,
Be wise and not foolish.


Details | Free verse | |

I Live in Color

Kick back,
School in full swing,
Full tilt,
Tilting off the chair,
Dye on my fingers, in my hair,
The color love, the color lust,
The color spirit, purple,
The color Obedients turn in the fall,
Lie in the swivel chair,
A computer screen in glow,
Call me a violet,
Growing in metal and cement,
Slacking off,
Looking for Ambition
I’ll start on that tomorrow…
When the sun rises and I turn red.


Details | Rhyme | |

‘Uneducated Poet'

I’m an ‘uneducated poet’  
I wish I could go back in time
Big words and their meanings, I’d know it
Although I’m well versed in rhyme

Quite simply, the poems that I pen
Composed for the ‘uneducated’ man
I guess not up to the trend
Too easy to understand

So my hat’s off to judges and bards
Who understand what’s ‘written’ or ‘read’
but ‘uneducated’ me finds it hard
to decipher all that was said

Though I may not win any contests
I’ve read winners from finish to start
‘Learned’ poets and ‘unlearned’ at best
What’s written is penned from the heart


Details | Free verse | |

Online text books for new years resolution

don't trust anybody
information should be free
well your face
your numbers
your stolen identity
the reason you cant get a credit card
how many people selling themselves to cash in
sold the lies of sex and drugs on parade
stop the charade
nobody is doing what they are supposed to be doing here
now are they
celebritory status
whine grop snivel
and drive eachother insane
pick apart the truth
but behold 
the information highway?
betrays us all
its nothing but shotty workwanship
an easy way out
dowloadable suicide
spy versus spy
big brother watching
idea men said to be great people
but who cna they trust as they roam their mansions
peering through their secret windows
nothing here is true
nothing here is free
whine me dine me
hide behind the screen and lie to me
sell yourself for free
work this 9-5 pipe dream
here comes the sunshine
you did it all for free
no online textbook, no homework assingment to become a professional student
a hierarchy for madmen
and seasons for scandals
hope your not a veteran
because anything you pay for at school
you wont find here
in the midst of lies
and fraud
and sex
and suicide
and complaints
and people trying to be something
new years resolution
new year nothing
same thing it is now
is the way its going to be
people actually pay for this
a liar called the television
and now you can pay to lie to the world
who looks guilty
not too many researchers researching papers for free
guess we get off on this level of narcisum
but to heir is human
and the simple con of shortening words like laugh out loud 
or talk to you later nothing more than adding their codes to make their job easier
as the pedal sex and drugs on your chat browser
count me out
im gonna start writing for diplomacy


Details | Rhyme | |

Meeting Expectations

What is the meaning of your life, what do you hope for.
Do you have realistic expectations that you will score.
Expectations are sort of like dreams, but not quite.
Dreams are usually fantasy, not possible in sight.
Your expectations could be a career choice to start.
It could also be a purchase from the mind, not heart.
Expectations may be simple, but also complicated.
You might have to step back to be recalculated.
Each day of life everyone has much potential.
Whether on purpose or maybe just incidental,
We must learn to choose our battles in life sincere.
They may have to be conquered, each new year.
Meeting expectations of others you may feel is right.
Society always did and will create a certain flight.
A plan of certain look, desires, wants, needs, for all.
They say be yourself, though they raise the call.
Choose whose expectations that you will be seeking.
Take careful examination, everyone will be peeking.
Some may discreetly watch, others straight forward.
Whatever expectations you have, make motions toward.

Written for


Sponsor Paula Swanson 
Contest Name Meeting Expectations 


Details | Free verse | |

The Angle And The Inside Fix

The Angle And The Inside Fix 
The angle and the inside fix 
Every smoothie knoes how to get his tricks and betterments 
The world is full of jokers and tricksters and criminals 
By scores the junkies and the thiefs and the strong arms 
Further gain is justified by the furthering aim of education 
Anything to get ahead they tell the judge eye had to do it eye had to do it it was not 
even justified the murder and the mayhem and the pickpocket on the bus and the 
stealings never hidden by the drunkedness the lust just comes unhinged and 
the stuff is always taken by the arm of every thief and justification of the murder 
and  the mayhem and the gang and terrorist is sometimes people that we 
trusted. Its just the angle and the inside fix. 


Details | Free verse | |

Before Its Too Late

With all the tragedies striking all around the world,even when given a date
People seem to be like idiots just waiting till its too late
No time to help others, feed hungry children,no time to stop racism
Only time to host elaborate parties,fly on a whim,operate off shores accounts

The greatest battle we all must face is to realize that our government is ruined
That politicians have all turned to committing the most vile evils, the love of greed
As monies disappear and evaporate into "Pork Belly Accounts" unseen
Our children education is on the verge of existence,yet we pretend....

That all the things the constitution stood for is now being ignored,ridiculed,or rewritten
The right to "free" speech,bear arms,the right to an education,the right to assemble
Everything we take for "granted" is now being called a privilege...

America  take a stand and use your voice let your actions speak!
Did you know that if government declares a state of emergency 
the military can take over the police force?

We could be looking at a modern day hostage situation with us,the Americans being
held captive!! Wake up and investigate 

Do you trust your government? 


Details | Pantoum | |

The Cargo

The hull of the boat was full
Lying so close to each other
They used a tool
To clamp the irons on brother

Lying so close to each other
The stink in the hull was death
To clamp the irons on brother
The boat moving pitching beneath

Lying so close to each other
They used a tool
The stink in the hull was death
The hull of the boat was full


Details | Imagism | |

The Eatery

urban alienation
pehaps ambiance of loneliness
or circumstances ambiguous to show



Automat - 1927

Edward Hopper 
  










Tribute To All Nighter Cafe's
Also Entry For Brian Strands Contest


Details | Verse | |

The Natural Man

Tomorrow I'll awake and slip into my threads
the epiphanies of tonight I'll probably lose
that train of thought a garden of delight
but the problems of tomorrow life will choose
 
I'll have made my decisions life to change
like those who swear off a habits lent
but when I awake the flesh will rule
and for its desire time will be spent
 
I can tie my shoes not even thinking
the customs of my fathers not forget
every path of life is set before us 
but living without reasoning I'll regret
 
If I do not reflect upon all history
or upon the strand of life I live
I'm doomed to failure of its mystery
if attention to its standards I not give
 
But so embedded in my body its demands
that wars with my minds intelligence
though I know of carnalities commands
my will power will make light of its pretense
 
So only of my own needs will I seek
I'll not consider your life or your duress
for I only look upon the man in mirror
and of all its lies I'll not confess
 
My focus will be only what I can see
its mind not be shaped by what I do
for the spirit belonging to the carnal man
will never seek or rely upon what's true
 
I will flatter myself and you with praise
I'll not recognize how insipid its emptiness
unfortunately I'll prattle on its savor
or to fill what is empty I'll not address
 
With assertions of the common beliefs invoke
for upon my peers I lavish jest
what's intricate has likely suffered broke
for this is why you'll never see my best
 
I plan to fill my life with pleasures song
for the universe cares not about my grave
there is no such thing as right or wrong
so with merriment I choose my road to pave
 
Alas my self centered mind I'll not dispense
the struggle of its strife too hard to fight
I have no shield for all my lacks defense
in all of this I've failed my own insight
 
I will speak to you as though I really care
but you know in truth not a dime I'll spend
because of course all know life's not fair
like all actors only my role will I defend
 
So there you have it a nutshell
If I do any good at all I'll want its praise
for I have set to establish my own glory
and to be written on your memory my days
 
source 1Cor 2:14  , but read the whole chapter
Romans 10:3
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Greater 'Minds' Than Mine

 
  Greater 'Minds' Than Mine; 
Have left the 'Earth' and walked away.
Einstein as a troubled child, 
lobotomized, 
mixed socks and locked away.
Hubble and his visions eye'd, 
are seen across the sky.
D.N.A...must free more how...
When freedom lies barred now.
Worlds within a world within a world, 
his world one waits.
Within our dreams.
We do not wast our time on germs, 
untill they show us how. 

Is It Poetry 
 
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Smarter Than I Seem

Doubts flood my mind - smarter than I seem
Reading between the lines of your intentional schemes
Calculating your plots of disreputable deceits
And probing methods of exploiting me

Amiss estimation of my competence
To comprehend and observe your malevolence
Distressed and tentative with your presence
Your bogus interests I never fail to sense.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Simple Talk

An ivy league education doesn't necessarily guarantee 
riveting conversation, a person could try to dazzle others with big words
phrases and terminologies, yet, if the person listening was a lay man/woman
he/she would surely think, "What a silly-billy!"
A poor sod who felt he/she had to impress with extravagant words
and language, keeping life simple with poignant phrases and easy words,
creates less confusion and impropriety, folks will know who you are by your style 
and pedigree, there is no need to forge their hands with laudations of verbose
epitaphs.....Intelligence can be conveyed with common sense and  clever laughs.



Details | Light Poetry | |

Will I Ever

                                                 Will I ever
                                        if I take a change never
                              these chains of failed relationships sever.
                                      Complete my education endeavor,
                                      Walk away more complete and clever.
                                       
                                      Fullfill my life and no more quiver,
                                      or in this cold cruel world shiver.
                                      
                                      Spin in circle and stop wherever
                                      See an end to war forever
                                      End up with God and cry never
                                                  Will I ever
                                        

  


Details | Imagism | |

Shrapnel of Karma

To the North, South, East, and West...

Geniuses are lost in the jaunty jewels of rakish cads,

The hazard morsel palaver allot odium on idioms...

Rankle virulent mishmash wheeze addle chagrin jives,

Loosing a volley of expletives ordure waft charmed oafs,

Self-iniquity gull maven heresy when blighted wizardry jinxes,

Ticklish cynic infidel swindle dupe cozen duress...

Squall patois and whammy sham schemas wriggle hoaxes,

Charlatans and hoodlums melange to dunce vows,

A shyster unquiet quivers with jester gestures now...

Semi-sacrilege vitiate and endemic jargon raze imps,

This collides as a white energy as dolt hooligan knaves beget...

Colloquial bilge putrefy, the rascals soon flatter us,

Bollix of potpourri lingo wanes to tutelary tongues,

Harlequin coercion argot musical novellas in history,

Pray our shifting shrapnel of karma, varnish boor minds,

Erstwhile, live grenades made of better lives are unvanquished as they are 
thrown by unsung heroes into the North, South, East, and West,...amen...


Details | Rhyme | |

Endangered Species

The bell denotes my presence and I breathe in all the must,
The old man sits amidst his books himself covered in dust.
I glance around -
	Without a sound -
		What will my hunting eyes expound?

My favourite place to visit full of wonders and old writing,
Such stories do they tell to me, before you even crack the binding.
A missing page -
	Gold words engraved -
		Intriguing, so I must engage.

I find the little hidey hole, past modern paperbacks,
An antique chair to sit and stare at what today’s world lacks.
A sense of style -
	In rustic guile -
		Enchants even the smallest child.

I run my hand along the row of books with golden lettering,
Experiencing all their worth, regretting what we’re forgetting.
They are our last -
	Ancestral past -
		They speak to us in volumes, vast.

They call to us from history and they ask us to remember,
Before they too become extinct, they are a dying ember.
Our legacy -
	Technology -
		Where knowledge waits on scratched CDs.


Details | Narrative | |

life begins

so the "majority" resound
that life begins at birth
and equally, the other "majority"
state life begins at conception

Senator Connie Johnson chimes in 
that life begins at ejaculation
or more equally, orgasm, a come-along
and tongue-in-cheek we hardly speak
in compromising tones, she bemoans

I'm thinkin' why not go the extra mile
...take the next step and say that 
life begins at a leer and a smile
since that's where the cheeks flush

or go just a bit further and say
it starts by the hall water fountain
or while showering and dressing up
for an evening of conceptualizing

life takes on special significance
when spritzing the cologne and
slipping into something tight
with high-heels and zippers

but since we're talking about
conception, maybe we should just
go back to the ceiling of the
Sistine Chapel where God touched Adam 

and said "ok young man...go forth
and conceptualize a civilization
and do many things in my name
but mostly remember to live life"

© Goode Guy 2012-02-24

http://www.npr.org/2012/02/24/147346702/how-lawmakers-lost-their-sense-of-shame?ft=1&f=1001


Details | Lyric | |

Used

Used to look through child’s eyes
Used to stare at star ridden skies
Used to smile at silly sounds
Used to dream of the future’s bounds

Used to play in the thicket of my mind
Used to search for a place to hide
Used to act like story book heroes
Used to count from 100 back to zero

Used to hold my breath till my face was bright red
Used to believe all the words that everyone said
Used to want a big house and brand new car
Used to hope that I could someday set the bar

Used to use my imagination
Used to use that motivation
Now being used by my frustration
Of being used by my own generation

Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
All our resources from bottom to top

Used to sit up all hours of the night
Used to believe that people were alright 
Used to think that we could still pull through
Used to think that everybody knew

Used to have faith in the ‘truth’
Used to see their words as proof
Used to hide these tears I’d cry
Used to hold my head up high

Used to think I had a grasp
Used to disguise myself with a plastic mask
Used to act like there was no problem
Used to hypocritically mock any and all of ‘em

Used to use their aspiration
Used to use their motivation
Now they use their investigation
To bind us to their administration

Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
But when will this mass consumption ever stop?


Details | Free verse | |

WE THE PEOPLE

We the people . . . Have lost sight of the values on which this great nation was founded.

We the people . l. . Have allowed our representatives to forget the principles which made us 
                             a great country.

We the people . . . Have too often complained, but not had the courage to take the time 
                            necessary to voice them by voting our conscience.

We the people . . . Have forgotten that our duty as citizens is to make this country our again, 
                            by overcoming our complacency. 

We the people . . . Have signed blank checks that our governmental bodies write that are 
                            theirs because our sweat makes them possible.

We the people . . . Have for too long given our tacit approval to the lobbyists who coerce our
                            representatives for their own purposes.

We the people . . . Have dug a hole in the sand that is so deep, the generations that follow 
                            may never be able to fill.

We the people . . . Have painted ourselves into a corner with slow drying paint.

We the people . . . Have the ability to change all of these things, but we must first be good
                            citizens by standing up to the business of politics.

We the people . . . Have a right to Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness without our 
                            governmental neighbor peering over our individual fences.

We the people . . . Have these things in sight and within our grasp, but we do not reach for 
                            them.

We the people . . . Have a Constitution that says these  things to the world in words greater
                            than these, and we must not let our leadership be without Statesmen who
                            will look after our interests, instead of their own.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Dr Martin Luther King Jr

For Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
 
You had a dream
of pastures of peace
where children of all hues mingled like rainbows
 
they silenced you, but your voice
resounds now in those pastures
not yet of peace
 
and your dream is still a dream
the dream you dreamt while others slept
 
you said that you’d been to the mountain-top
and they silenced your voice just then
before your eyes saw that promised land
of pastures of peace where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
 
now your vision is glimpsed in some pastures
not yet of peace
and yes, they silenced your voice
but your spirit their bullets could never tear apart
your spirit, like your dream
is mingled with the wind in all those pastures
not yet of peace
and until we give life to your dream
those pasture of peace
where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
shall remain simply your dream
so as we remember you today
and pledge that those pastures of peace
are nourished first in each of us
for only then will your dream will take root
and blossom into our shared dream
and the view from the mountain-top,
radiant and bright and full of hope shall seem
 
where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
 
 
 
 


Details | Free verse | |

To walk out your door

It takes uncertainty, I know 
to walk out your door 
and walk through another that’s not yours 
Of course, there’s too a course 
that other, unfamiliar, shoes use 
There are signs and there are signs 
not always along the way 
There is opportunity 
there is stop’n wait’n see 
choices others can’t make 
You’ll find too, things that go wrong. . . far from the right 
Afternoon. . . turns to morning. . . skips to night 
There is certain to be a promise. . . a goal. . . a loss 
and love’s. . . not yet in the toss 
Advice listened, taken and given 
Too few things, too many things. . . you’ll come to know 
It takes certainty 
to walk out your door


Details | Free verse | |

Success Everywhere You Go

Now the darkest hour is over
A new dawn uncovers
Waiting anxiously for you
To seize the solemn opportunity
And set the pace for others to follow.

To take the bull by the horns;
To succeed and leave behind you 
An enviable record of super success
A glad story to tell everywhere you go.

The radical moment comes
For you to unearth every hidden talent,
This is the season to impressively suppress
Every history of set-back.

Never did you trudge the hills 
Of your institution in vain;
Never does the lion roar 
In the daylight for nothing;

You must finish hard
For the cordite will soon explode

You must press forward
Until the final victory is won

The conduits of success
Are wide-open for you
Inasmuch as you learn
To earn for yourself sterling results. 


Details | Name | |

I Work Hard For The Money

members of teamsters
an army of one
yielding for a better tomorrow

doing the job right
assuring quality and quanitity production
year after year



Tribute To
International Workers Day


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Rotted From the Inside

Rolling onward, toward the goal,
Only slowing for a moment.
Take the time, enjoy the roses
That is what I was told.
Everyone told me I did too much,
Did I heed advice, no.

Fear drove me, fear consumed me,
Razed the ambitions I had,
Only for a moment, I grasped at a glimmer,
Maybe, I thought, I could touch the intangible.

Terrible, liar, I always was.
How can someone else believe, when I don’t.
Everything fell down.

Inside, I thought, inside is safe - 
Nowhere is safe, failure the only option.
Somewhere, I’m laughing at my own tears,
I never knew how funny it was, to watch a person collapse.
Dread is a beautiful motivator, and a terrible mistress,
Everyone tried to warn me, did I listen, no.


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unbounded

for Malala Yousafzai

A mere demigod won't do
to feel the fear that
a young woman, a little girl
can put into a righteous man

Horrific are the thinly educated
some holy book might have related
if thought of by the deity beforehand
blessed be children, who can't understand

Our darkness, it is a fearsome place
but we must stay - our people, our race
enlightenment is but for the chosen few
but damn the rest and put them through

pain and suffering of relentless disdain
that reign supreme in divinity's domain
the best offense is to be offended
then violence reigns all ways, never ended

Does sharia demand the murder of daughters?
might not an education have gone further?
influencing to follow leadership that bought her
a meaningful way of life by a faithful observer

Terrorism comes in many forms - always has
and the sword of fear drones too from skies
whether strangers or family, makes no matter
when defending murder of innocents in the guise

of knowing the will of life for another
saying a child must die to prove righteous point
and how they bring purpose and meaning to
a terrorized life, with innocent blood anointing

Would god demand that Abraham carry through
killing his innocent son to prove his fear of God
is god so insecure in the top most place that
murder is the mandate for the true believer

Murder begets little I think, in a universal nature
but the continuation of the circled violence
mere words don't justify spiritual killing in any nomenclature
to bring us to some pursuit of spiritual deliverance

© Goode Guy 2012-10-09

http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2012/10/09/162573135/taliban-say-they-shot-14-year-old-pakistani-girl-who-exposed-their-cruelty?ft=1&f=1001
http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2012/oct/10/malala-yousafzai-young-pakistani-heroine


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An old motto renewed

woke up this morning
to an epiphany
of how your world works
be the best you can be
the best human 3 coil double flusher you can be
at first i was upset
in denial
that i too could live up to such high standards
how could i ever compete with such human waste
when they practice being a walking talking waste of skin everyday
acting it out
singing it
and making more money just by practicing an old motto renewed

Thats the only power you have over me
to be or not to be
a huge clog in the toilet we know as life
and i could practice it
all day and all night
no point in dancing around it in denial
but that might make me worth something
if i could pull off the feat of unequal measure
and finding someone to label what they really are
and laugh at the fact that they are oblivious to how your world works

Practicing being a total waste of skin
and then blame it on someone else
and hang their dead baby off my neck
but nope i'm better than that
i can be the best 3 coiler double flusher i can be
without any practice
just human nature at this point

Act 1 scene 2
making one person living a lie
look like a good person
as the rest of the play is all about everybody competes for the reward of being a clog in the 
toilet we call life
Song and dance
still the same glory
and yet soo many of you basking in your power
of who is or isnt in denial of how your world works
practice makes perfect i guess
no point in trying to change anything
just go dangle someone elses dead baby off your neck

an old motto renewed
be the best double flusher i can be
live it, sing it, paractice it to one day show the world their brand new lie
and next lesson of how to be succesfull at something
that will only come naturaly
why not?


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Untitled #226 / 2 + 2 #3

2 x 2 + 2 = 6


Details | Light Poetry | |

' They Are Wrong To Blame God ... ' Part 2 of 2 (or Implore The People With Love)

And Other Loving Hands To Help Us         (Matt. 28: 19, 20   &   1 Tim. 4: 16)
Out Of Personal-Pits-Dug
And When Others Blame God …
… I Just Want To Give Them A Big-I-Care-Hug !

And Tell ‘Em, Humans Chose Rebellion
They and ‘We’, Chose To Go It Alone
Independence or Ignorance …
That’s Us … Singing That  'Hit' Song !

(So … Can’t Blame God, For What’s Wrong)

See … If You Steal From Your Mum or Poppa
They Too, Will Send You Away
They May Leave The Door Open
In Case You Return One Day

And If You’re Out There Doing Bad
And Bad Things Happen To You
You Can’t Rightly Blame Parents
For The Path You Choose …

But You Want Them To Bail You Out
When Their Good Advice You Refuse
(You Wanna Use Them) … That’s Just Twisted !
If You Blame Them, ‘Cause You Lose …

… Your Dignity and Divinity
And Lord Help Us … This Is Humanity !
And If You Don’t Believe … Scripturally                         ( 2 Tim. 3: 16 )
Then, Just Check Out Man-Made-History …

… It’s Filled With Hate
Its Even Up-To-Date …
So, Don’t Lie or Blame, To Your Own Infamy
Please, Don’t Repeat The Words, of Mankind’s Enemy !   ( Gen. 3: 4, 5 )

‘Tis A Lie, ‘Tis A Lie, 'Tis A Lie, We Must Reject ! …
I Say This With Godly-Love and Soul-to-Soul-Respect
God … Is Bona-Fide Benevolence And Beauty At Its Best …
             I Bless Him, With My Last Breath !

Yet, I Know Some Here, Have Been Hurt
By What Others Say and Do …
But In All Fairness, My Beloved-God,
They Are So Wrong To Blame You

              ( Part 2 of 2 )
  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

                 Respect and Remind
                 Remind With Respect

Agnostics, Atheists and Bitter-Hearts
Beware of Belittling HE, of The Highest Courts
HE Is Not One To  Mess With, Or To Be Mocked
In HIS Hand, Is The Key, To Your Own-Death-Lock …

Now, If You’re One To Say, “Oh, I Had A Good-Run
I’ve Had Fun, and Now, If It’s Done … It’s Done”
And If You Are Ready To Leave, When His Kingdom Comes …
You Won’t Mind, Your Last Breath, Blown To Oblivion

                By:   The MoonBee


Details | Couplet | |

FOR GOD'S SAKE

FOR GOD’S SAKE

When living "...of the world" despair unfurled.
I lost sight of heaven’s glorious pearl.
Truths shouted out from the depths of my mind.
God’s loving whispers to me stayed entwined.

Higher education became my goal.
Scientific teachings soon took its toll.
My mind strung out on various theories. 
My soul, in doubt, became very weary.

But faith persevered and earned the prize.
My trust in God was more realized.
Despite what seemed to be a worldly life,
The soul of me soon felt less strife.

A professor asked my Evolution class,
How can creationism truly be?  Alas.
Scriptures say God created…in seven days. 
Right?  Who shall rule in this duel of ways?

The Bible contradicts itself, He said.
His words from there, down doubts highway sped.
Evolutionary theory is certainly logical.
Creationism seems to be mythological.

Then came the clincher, clarity disparity.
The Bible says God created in seven days.
After the seven days, confusion starts to blaze.
First it says it’s finished; then, it starts to haze.

During that lecture, I was compelled to know.
Believing God created; what did the Bible show?
I prayed to grasp truths as man’s theories grew.
I did not choose to tell faith in God adieu.

At that moment, nothing else mattered.
I refused to let my faith be shattered.
That professor, on that day, changed my life.
My golden goal grew to be God’s true light.

Creation pondering absorbed my essence.
A lifetime flew without great wealth’s presence.
I was blessed with children; around them joy revolved.
But there was no rest until those questions were solved.

Strongly stayed upon life’s different path.
Even, when disrespect judged me with wrath.
I loved my children and bore the wait.
Seeking, the answers congealed…my fate.

My life was spent pondering this topic.
When finished, at last, truth embraced God…logic.
Then, my soul found rest from its weary state.
Thus, in the world…not of the world, I wait.


© Dane Smith-Johnsen
March 10, 2010
Poetic form:  Free Verse

The results of the pondering are posted on Redbubble.com  =>
http://www.redbubble.com/people/daneann/writing/3355478-genesis-decoded

For complete discussions, go to =>
http://www.redbubble.com/people/daneann/writing/3479742-bridging-the-gap-between-
science-and-religion-the-hypothesis


Details | Light Poetry | |

Time to Ban the guns

They say it is their legal rights
For them to bear a firearm
But every time you see the news
The innocents who getting harm

Today a man walks in school
Just a couple hours ago
Take so much innocent lives
 Why? We will never know

Parents Drop their kids this morning
To school and said their goodbyes
Not knowing it’s the last time
They will be looking in their little eyes

When some hears the gun fire
They hurriedly call 911
By the time the police arrives
26 lives are gone

What do you say to them?
The families who lost love ones
Their whole lives are taken away
 Because the politicians refuse to ban guns

How many more must die
Before all guns are completely destroy
How can parents ever cope?
Not seeing their little girl and little boy

Its time president Obama stands up
And stop putting the children at risk
I’m sure the nation’s founding fathers
Never though it would be like this

When Thomas Jefferson and others
Draft the United States constitution
They had no idea that today
Guns will be use to kill little children

If Abraham Lincoln and George Washington
Was alive to see this massacred of children
They would of change the laws
To Never to see a gun again

But the rich politicians in America
Are safe with their body guards
And putting guns in the hands
Who are completely mad?

Massacres in Columbine high school
And the premiere of batman
Shootings in shopping malls
To much guns in the wrong hands

We the people of USA
We can’t let our innocent die anymore
If we cant get them to ban guns
Them what are we voting for


Details | Epic | |

Read The Book

Alone she sat upon a bench, her chest heaving with a multitude of sobs, her tear 
stained face in her hands prevented her from seeing the man who sat beside 
her. "My child, why do you cry" She told him to leave her alone, that he wouldn't 
understand. He pulled from his pocket a shiny book, and said, "please read the 
book, it will make all your tears and heartache disappear"
She took the book and opened it, she saw children with inflated stomachs filled 
with air from starvation, she saw deformed children being born everywhere. She 
quickly turned the page and saw people dying with cancer and aids, saw 
soldiers returning from war with no limbs. Quickly she turned to another page 
where she saw gardens of majestic beauty, families eating and playing together, 
a newborn suckling upon his mothers breast, she lingered on these pages for 
some time before she went on. The next page she saw people relating to each 
other, sharing emotion, thoughts and feelings, hugging and nodding in 
agreement. Feeling a lot better, she turned to the last page and saw the mans 
picture, there was a halo above his head, and she asked, what is the name of 
the book and are you GOD?, "no" he replied, I am your inner soul and the book is 
just simply, POETRY


Details | Haiku | |

Self Realization

When different folks
Say the same thing about you,
Consider closely...


Details | Lay | |

HYMN OF SANCTITY

This day the relenting Lord
Has stuffed in my head
A ‘ Heavenly Bliss ‘
And got me out of the woods------

-----Of  the weird mirages,
-----Of cardioscannings and cartographies
-----Of illusive chelations,
-----And of dreadful,deadly ozones!!

He refrained me from committing sins
And from earning the wages of sins
To Him, my sanctity, I dedicate,
With a pious heart,  Him I venerate!!   





Details | Rhyme | |

The Bag Lady

The clothes she wore were twenty years old
Tattered and torn not much protection from the cold
The rusty cart she pushed with wheels well worn
The hair on her head needed to be shorn

Slowly into the emergency room she did enter
Just in time for her heart was tender
As she sat down in the chair
Her lungs no longer filling with air

Passed out onto the floor
Someone coming in through the door
Yelled code blue alert
Then the staff turned with a jerk

Everyone moved in hight speed motion
Some people wondered what's the commotion
Just like lighting to the operating room
Jane Doe was whizzed which was none too soon

After days of tender loving care 
Still unidentified she slipped away from there
Meeting her husband beside the road
Speeding away in their car they drove

She was no bag lady
But America's elderly poor
Who needed heart surgery
But couldn't afford the cure

(This is copied righted on LuLu's Poetry.com as are most of my work, some of which is 
supposed to be published in their anology series. Sara)


Details | Rhyme | |

I Lost the Bet : Where's my Jet ?

I Lost the Bet : Where's my Jet ?


I went to Vegas made a bet
  takin' the cab: lost my Jet!  
Went  to settle up the score
What else is new? Lost some more!  
Nor did Blackjack go my way, 
I should have left early that day! 
I went to gamble; lost my shirt 
 Life's a shamble; now eatin'dirt     
I had a pocket full of cash      
sure was gone in a flash! 
played the craps; now eatin' scraps  
thought I was lucky, but to my surprise
  wasn't 7 or 11, it was snake eyes!  
  I'm sorry to say, I took the bet
you know how it goes;it's Russian Roulette 
I rolled the dice; I didn't think twice   
 went to Vegas lost my dreams; 
didn't stay away from the slot machines 
 Now I  pray for my shattered life;  
should have played Bingo with my wife!



McCuen Copyright October 2008


Details | I do not know? | |

NATURE THE BEST TEACHER


The peacock with spread-out plume,
Dances to Nature's tune,
The sun's fadeless glow,
The monsoon's rainbow, 
Isn't our Nature,
Very spectacular?

The preaches of the priests,
They themselves don't practice! 
The teachers teach, 
A mere printed speech!
Mother Nature expresses,
What she really is! 

Nature is wiser than the wisest----
Of  the Nobel-laureates.
Read no books,
Experience how Nature looks!
She is a better teacher,
Than a priest or a schoolmaster!!

(In Indian subcontinent the 
verb 'preach' is many a times
 used as 'noun'.)


Details | I do not know? | |

Well

You come into our minds, entering....like a criminal.
Breaking into our thoughts, disguised as fun.
But you're no ordinary criminal, you bring filth and disease.
Like a black plague, on TV and net, you torment the unsaved.
An evil fever of disgust and dismay, mixed with porn and...
unhealthy music that runs thru our thoughts.
You RUIN those who let you stay, like the damage...
drugs, alcohol &  divorce do !
You are the Destroyer, the Murderer and Theif !
You are cancer ,poverty and aids.
You seek to amputate us from Love and a bright future.
You use others to do your dirt, you are shame....
So be NOT proud satan, fore you are a LOSER !!!!!
You bring out your short comings, NOT mine.
In JESUS name GET OUT, I will NOT believe your Lies !!!!!
Fore I know MY end, I have VICTORY !!!!!!!
Fore I am SAVED by GOD's own SON  !!!!!!!
He is more Powerful than you !!!!!!!!
I am WELL !!!!!!!!!! AMEN !!!!!!!!!!!!!


Details | Rhyme | |

Time To Get Up

Tick tock tick tock
Out window with that clock
Each and every frigging day
Tells me to get out of hay

Brushing teeth
Breath smelling so sweet
Another dam hole in sock
Oh how I hate that clock

Blue jean entire
God I'm really tired
Clean sand bugers out of eyes
In rush to say goodbye's

Gas light engine on again
This crisis is such a sin
Scrounging pockets for a buck
Pulling out lint what such luck

Morning greetings from the boss
When all I wanted to do was stay in bed and toss
Paper work piling up
No coffee to fill my cup


Tic tock tick tock
Come on hurry up dam clock
For shopping still has to be done
And let me tell you it's no fun


Kids husband dogs and cats
Drive me nuts like a pack of rats
What can one do
But not to come unglued

So I want to give a big thanks
To my alarm clock that doesn't play pranks
And gets me up and out that door
So I can pay for those things I truely adore

















Details | Free verse | |

Muraqaba

I meditate as a gentle sentinel,

Protecting and cultivating my peoples mental,

Journeying into man's pineal gland,

To overstand, 

And take a message like Remy shand,

I hear a celestial voice from my Heavenly past,

So I prostrate on green grass,

And watched the overcast gloom and the storm clouds pass,

How I asked did this tremendous task come to pass?

There was a deep sigh,

Follow by a silent but manifest reply,

"Look toward the sky trough your third eye,

Spin like kingly hair, 

Like blood in the vein,

And the atoms that forms the air,

Bringing rains

Enabling you to travel the astral plane,

Are you prepared?

Your heart is the fountain of truth for you 

To quench the thirst of the earth's youth,"

The temple is shaking,

The vision is fading,

The voice starts stating it's time to awaken

I'm channel emotions sailing a endless ocean to bring the vision of this mission into fruition

annilating into the annilated annilation,

I begin to awaking from this meditation with the revelation,

And a message for my nation…

  

 


Details | Narrative | |

Trapped Deep Within Your Robes

When you, Trapped me deep Within Your Robes.

thus Forgiven; I have forgiven you so many times
and you and yes and you.
Yet lest you remember it now naught.
For Tampa, ' was in nineteen sixty five.
Lake Magdalene, I saw no priests nor a
single nun and my mother was not supperior.
What I did see was wrong to be there only seven.
When I am gone the sun so of't 
from whom did we protect me from.
Forgotten I have been by you, 
and you.
and all of the Chief Judges saw me, 
when back then, was it considered normal?
That which was done to one single child back then
went off too many men then grown from which
has left no middle ground on which too stand.
Being said, ' Would I then dare to so remind you
why have I been forgotton now 
and then if naught from whence or where is yours shame 
whose shame before I die.
Did you do it not to yours, 'but a skinny frightned child?
Mr.Wilson and me a few others and knew Tampa stadium
that night as the Washington Redskins played 
the Miami Dolpins when even before, 
Robert Allen "Bob" was so Griese.


is it poetry


Details | Acrostic | |

You've Been Warned

Holy Crap
Another year slips away
Put on like 30 pounds
Pertty hard to take off
You see I like sea food I see it and eat it

Now with muse in hand
Even Jenny Crank has stepped up to the plate
With how to shed 14 inches off waistline in 1 week

You first have to eat 2 bars of exlax chocolate of course
Even choke down some of grannys castrol oil
Ass will be sore for a little while
Remember though the box and bottle does say warning 




Little Pun For The New Me

Happy New Year's All

Also Entry For Carol Brown's 
Acrostic Happy New Year Contest GL ALL


Details | Rhyme | |

First Day of School

Think back and remember
That first day of school.
You planned what to wear
To ensure you’d look cool.

You had your supplies,
Pencils sharpened and new,
And hoped you’d succeed
In your new class debut.

You’d gone to bed early,
Feared nightmares’ cruel harm,
And woke up with butterflies
As your alarm.

You had a good breakfast
And set off, in doubt
That your new surroundings
Would really work out.

Yet most of the time
That first day was all right.
You conquered your demons,
Got over your fright.

Each first day we all shared
Some nerves as a feature.
I know I sure did,
Although I was the teacher!


Details | Lyric | |

Find Our Own Way

Was once on a road of drugs and lust
Dry as a bone and covered in dust
Then one day I’m so happy to say
Jesus Christ came by my way
Took my hand and walked with me
Telling of how a man should be
The words he said I understood
In my 9’ x 5’ neighborhood
The walls grew with my mind
Searching hard so I could find
Sought to find the path of peace
So my own insanity could cease
Now I live up inside the flower
Beauty of love and all its power
Being all I could ever dream to be
Simple, kind, loving, honest and free
Offer your soul to the Lord above
If you want to glow with his love
And if you don’t that too is ok
Each of us must find our own way


-----------------------------------
During the course of the journey
that is known as our life we will
be given the true chance of choice
at least once. The closer we stay
to road the less chance we have
of getting lost, I know this for it
was once my life. We all at one
time or another make mistakes
and it is imperative that we use
those moments to learn and then
to teach, to me that is a Poets gift.


Details | I do not know? | |

O BAIRN

Like a pearl in a shell,
In a cradle o bairn! You dwell
To you even this tiny space
May seem a vast expanse!

So live, that as you grow,
By your glorious deeds you show,
That this universe- your cradle
Would be petite, finite and humble!


Details | I do not know? | |

' Does East Meet West ... ' (A Galileo Moment)

‘ Does  East  Meet  West ? … ’ ( A Galileolian  Moment)
 ( Metaphysical Poem  # 6 )


Does East and West, At One Moment Meet
Somewhere, at a Rendezvous Discreet ?
… A Preponderance Perplexity …
 For A Galileo Feat – Temerity
Does an East and a West Path
Go Arrow-Flown to Infinity ?
Does Unseen Length Returns
to Repeat Its Continuity ?

Function of This Question
Is to First, Ply with More Unction,
 and Look at a ‘Line’ and its Definite Junction
Mine - Line Definition:  A Straight-On-Precision 
Distance: No Resistance, Between Two Focal Points
Whether Large or Small, The Line Overall, in Vision
has as Depiction, All Along its Line, You Will Find
 from Start to Finish, Line is - Undiminished & Joint
Yea … Joint.  And Therein Lies the Gist… The Point.

Look To A Sky Line.  Look Very Closely as though for a Sign
Go Back and Forth to View … and Someplace in the Midst, You
Will See A Focal Kinetic-Sharer … Let Me Elucidate Further:
If You Walk, Back and Forth, and Back and Forth
It Does Not Matter if Path is Long or Short
Or Whether It Is, East West, South or North
Here is Where These Words, Has Its Worth

The Connection, is the Center
 Now, Let Us Look In A Mirror
 like an Image in Mirror … Facing West
For the Merest Moment, The Image Was a Guest
For The Merest Moment … East and West has Met
Yet, if Two Mirrors Face Each Other, What Is Shown
Did The Fractal Vision Meet and Then Go On and On ?

But Still In This Instance, I Bet … You Can See How It Gets
More Ease  to Know and Yet … We Fail This Global Geometry-Test
We Pass East to West on the Street, Parallel Planes that do not Greet
Oh …Let Us Take Kindly Measure … And Get Back To Our Focal Center
We Can Go East To West, in A Radius- Come Full Circle where We Face Us
In an East to West Diameter … We Are Still In The Same Mortal Perimeter

So, Let Us Converge to Our East and West Midpoints and Merge
If You Are Almost on The Verge … May Galilean’s Moons Urge
A Surge and Fuse East to West … My Right Hand To Your Left
At Our Human Being Best … Facing Breath to Breath
And  Heartbeats to Heartbeats, Completes … 
Where East and West Halfway Meets
Yea … East and West Does Meet


Details | Rhyme | |

"The Walk"
An elected position walks into transition, but not without apprehension.
Thrusted forward into accountability , a  “ word” that was lost in financial history.
Blame and blasphemy for others greed, carelessness, incompetency and irresponsibility.
Unlike the blind man to our society, anger creates a false reality.

encircles him for others greed, carelessness, incompetency and irresponsibility.
Unlike the blind man to our society, anger creates a false reality.”  
A “change that we can believe in” is the course called destiny.
Persecution upon every action or direction by resistance and those individuals who remain in 
social captivity by their  own personal experiences or enthrusted perceptions of “what ought not  
be”.
Prepare the world for  the world is watching and they see “without corruption, and a massive 
scale of discrimination, injustices and judgment as their plea”, they are not happy nor do they 
believe that  they succeed.  
May forgiveness and mercy find it’s place upon his adversaries as well as for him whom they do 
unto in the sight of he.
People , we call ourselves “we” , do not lose focus, the walk for change remains on our compass 
to destiny and real facts vs. opinions will be our guide for future  history. 
Carrie Love-atkins@copyright 2010
corrected version August 20,2010


Details | Free verse | |

I'm A Believer

If I could talk to God
What would I say
And how would I say it
Would I used a civil tongue
Or not utter a word
Would I say thank you for life's blessings
Or thank you for dying for my sins
Would I bow to his majesty
Or run like like the dickens
Would I asked why there was death
Or why is there was life
Would I ask for my family back
Or beg for a family of new
Would I ask to be thrown in a lions den
Or for freedom that of an eagle
Would I throw myself at his mercy
Or ask for more time on his precious Earth
Would I beg from rags to riches
Or simply just don't ask at all
I'm not sure what I could or would say to God
But whatever he offers is good enough for me
For just knowing I got to chat with thy master
Makes me want to believe there still is a God




Tribute To The
Father
Son
And
Holy Spirit
{Amen}

Also Entry For
Matt Caliri's
If You Could Talk To God Contest


Details | Free verse | |

It's So Intoxicating {End Line Word}

fly above fruited grains my feathered ------- Friends
dip dive encircle the sun's orbage ------------- Don't
lusterious valleys and mountaintop ranges  --  Let
forbidden flights go un captured by other winged --- Friends
document footage of their performance ------- Drive
dedicated knowing their feeling a tad -----      Drunk




Tribute To Friends


Entry For Dana Ann Smith-Johnson's
End Line Words Contest


Details | Didactic | |

There Is No Better Time Than Now

The lazy man's day is tomorrow
He'll do everything tomorrow,
Things great and small,easy and difficult,
All will be done tomorrow,
But tomorrow never comes.

Once there was a hill besides his house
Which he had to remove bit by bit,
But he said he would start tomorrow,
And his tomorrow never came,
So he never started it.

One day,he said to himself,
''Oh,I'm being so slothful,
Why should I wait till tomorrow?
There's no better time than now.''

And,so,the lazy man started
And bit by bit removed the hill,
Making his motion,
There is no better time than now.




Details | Free verse | |

Those Were The Days

with muse in hand
I'll take you on a walk to remember

do you remember 
when you used to be able to 
keep your windows and doors unlocked
and got to enjoy the night breeze's while you slept

do you remember
when you were able to
walk to your local corner store
and not get jacked

do you remember
when soda and cigarettes
were 50 cents a pack and 25 cents a can
and suddenly you had friends
you've never knew you had before

do you remember
when you could ride a city bus for a dime 
and go downtown and look at christmas displays
without getting knocked off feet

do you remember
when gas was only a nickle a gallon
so family's could take a nice
summer vaction without noise and traffic

do you remember
when kids walked to school safely
and never had to worry
who was lurking behind them

do you remember
sitting at the soda shopp
just dancing and twisting
the night away without having rumbles

do you remember
when boys were boys
and girls were girls
well on this walk to remember
I'm sure there still out there
but got lost along the way



Tribute To Youth
And The Oldies


Also Entry For
Constance La France's
A Walk To Remember Contest


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Casandra Riggs

Designed as a secret sister,
Hiding in form of a blister,
Not at all real
Becoming a pseudonym name,
Writing in stylish poet game,
Words that feel,

Caught notions of reality,
Conscious of false ability,
She remained,
Not meaning no harm or deceit,
She faded into death complete.
Truth explained.




a double Tail Ryhme poem,,,some of you may or may not know of this person,she is me and 
i am her,,she was created when I first started on the net,afarid of placing my real 
name,because of all the stories of identity theft,,though since I seen names like rosebud, 
stargazer, bunny flower,,I seen no harm,,,,I did not know that names can become somewhat 
real on the net ,,,when she become known by a few and a life was needed, I retired her 
name,,though she still has poetry listed on the net at some places,those words are mine.
She is totally ficticious,true though I learned so many things about poetry and life.


Details | Concrete | |

What the Fuss!!!!

Excuse me, Excuse me, Mister Webster,It's my pleasure sir, so may I please 
have a moment of your time?
See sir, Our teacher has asked us to define.
So out comes your book, holding the pen on the line.
I opened to section D and looked up Diversity, was stunned from what it read on 
page 393.With bold black letters you stated:
It is different, not the same, just unlike.
How simple it seemed.
Not putting any emphasis on how it affects the brain,causing such a fuss.
Starting with: age,gender, race, religion,economics, and where you living.
It's your very being and for some it owns their hearts and minds.
Diversity describes how each of us begins our very lives.
Remember it took two to create me and you.
It defines the value of all life and what we understand of our own sigficance.
Whether you are Buddhist, Christian, Hindu, Muslim or Jew.
The very same thing that makes you different makes you the same.
That there is a universal divine, who established a moral code.
For you to determine what's wrong or right, while in the same group no one sees 
anything the same.

Since we are talking about the inner self.
Did you even bother to look at what the statistics said for 2004?
That the ages of the convicted for hate crimes range from 11 to 65.
And the victims range from 4 months to 74.
That in L.A. alone from 1994 to 95, 1,459 hate crimes were committed and only 
5% were members of a hate group.
How in 1990 all sophomores classes were made up of 3.9%Asian, 10.1% 
Hispanic, 12.5% Black, 1.2% American Indian and 72.3% White, while uniting 
them for their goal of their human revolution.
That by the year 2056 the average United States resident will list their ancestry as 
African, Asian, Hispanic, or Arabic but not White European.
How we have to have Statistics to count our very differences..
Diversity creates laws to keep us from making a Fuss.

So Mr. Webster, Can you help explain, How people are judged for who they love, 
who they are, what money they have or how the same people may agree on the 
same thought , action or word,While each arriving to that conclusion from our 
own crayon box.Mixing colors and brands.
Creating Mona Lisa's and Van Gogh, inspiring Michael Angelo's, while allowing 
Robert Frost to express his very thoughts.
But most of all Can you explain, How something so simple could effect who we 
are and What that really means?





Details | I do not know? | |

KEEP IT "O" ADITYA !!

					
Born on the earth		
To bring her mirth,
Aditya, a rising Sun,
By illuminating Horizon,
Imparting her ‘Sanjeevan’,
Glitters in Heaven!

The eclipsed Sun darkens!
But fadeless Aditya, always brightens!
Your success with outstanding ‘O’,
Arouses in my mind, a respectful awe!
With your imperishing, triumphant, fadeless glow,
Your friends and foes, with respect will bow!

I have no doubt,
You have a clout,
By your eternal Love,
In future do prove,
That the glittering, fadeless, triumphant Sun,
Is not in Heaven, but is in you, O! ‘Outstanding’ sun!!

May I wish, you shine ‘Brighter than the Thousand Suns’!!



Details | Quatrain | |

pressed

he stands amid the dusted rays
of beams from smudged, windowed days
casting light on the words below
pressed flat upon papered page

he's been here since before sun up
stained and smelling of turpentine
surveying the thoughts he's pressed
quickly he hangs the page to dry

then re-inks the typeset laid to table
and inserts another piece to press
pulling at the screw-pressed platen
repeating process his labors express

his desire to enlighten the world
not just his neighbors informed to tell
ideas and thoughts carried on back
ancestors haunched with ink and quill

before them criers cried the street
events be known upon lips aloud
spreading ideas throughout the land
difficult to speak beyond the crowd

and unbeknownst to him and kind
someday in future ideas are spread
with something called electricity
through wires and waves on into head

to reach to you my heartfelt soul
ideas with emotions and feelings said
until now, thoughts sweetest aspirations
words spread like jam on slice of bread

words, like feelings toil quietly
carry your touch and feeling along
to distant lands and distant times to
give life's meaning, therefore prolong

what the publisher and writer wish
to convey to all able to read or hear
that thought, like life, is precious
held close at hand, the mind made clear

© Goode Guy 2011-08-09

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ink
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Printing_press
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Publishing


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Yes Ye Will-Will Come

Oh, how it is so much fun
All having been given a choice
You can hear it in their voice
As we all dance and play in the sun

The there are many who shall turn and run
Living a continuous life of evil
End the end it will only bring upheaval
In truth their virtue, they have none


Details | Pantoum | |

Eosphorus

Light pink and pale turquoise softened by the fog
Morning star giving off your radiance brighter 
Than surrounding stars; Easing the earlier mind bog
Eosphorus delights the early morning mightier

Morning star giving off your radiance brighter
Almost touchable just a telescopic  space
Eosphorus delights the early morning mightier
Winter is coming when you no longer grace

Morning star giving off your radiance brighter
Than surrounding stars; Easing the earlier mind bog
Almost touchable just a telescopic space
Light pink and pale turquoise softened by the fog



Details | Free verse | |

Perfected Insanity

I hear voices
I see people that are not there
I worship the devil
I believe war is the answer that solves all of our problems
taking drugs is a good idea
and if you see me i stand out in society more than you
I am different
and you all know nothing
for you give people like me power
you follow people like me
I will not tell the truth
for lies and liars and deception earns me money
I am your example to look at and condemn
to become a satanic martyr
and one day a saint for the church of christ
and on this cross of this grudge i am nailed and hailed as this narcissistic i am
for it all revolves around me
I am perfect
perfectly insane
and anyone like me should be on pills too
anyone that is violent and mongering after violence with lies and deception
no matter the scale
should be considered insane like me
I am perfect
too perfect for you
here to get my foo tin the door
stirring the pot
the things i find funny are not
the things i think are good ideas are wrong
the label i am is a false reality for you to believe
I am perfectly insane
a saint of treason and treacherously living on the edge as an example of do as 
isay not as i do
for you to learn what anmd how to believe as a society
before you giove peoiple like me more power and attention
and the right way to diffuse the powers you have given the crazies like me

so get your guns
lets smoke some drugs and off to war we will go
and all those countries at disputes with another praising higher powers 
hippoctically i believe you have it all right
and i thump my bibnle and follow blindly
for i am sane i believe and everyone else is right and i am wrong with no insight


Details | Sonnet | |

Sicilian Sonnet On Reinforced Concrete

I am a piece of reinforced concrete,
I can withstand a lot of punishment.
I am frequently used to make pavement,
Since I can absorb the impact of feet.

My bones are parallel prestrained steel rods,
Placed along my body to add more strength.
Steel becomes stiffer when you stretch its length,
And my flesh mixed of ground rock and dirt clods.

In modern times I have many a niche,
Into any shape I am pourable.
I serve the needs of the poor and the rich,
Being strong, versatile, and durable.
Bridge, foundation, and irrigation ditch;
For any project I am feasible.


Details | Epic | |

A Hero's Truth

A knight still shining...
Because that’s what we need;
Someone to admire... 
When the world’s on its knees.
So much is weighing...
On the shoulders of the story;
And everyone is watching,
For there own personal touch of glory...

Fight the good fight,
And die with pride and honor...
The glory that your feeling,
Won’t matter if you’re a goner...
But someone needs to stand for something;
So why not kill for peace?
Everyone needs a hero,
And why shouldn’t that be me?

Standing tall, decorated in flashy armor,
Carrying fairy tales in my heart;
But what is it that I’m doing here?
Believing truth that could only be in part;
Defending the greater good...
As I steal a child’s father,
Teaching him to hate everyone like me;
And I wonder why I bother?

Truth is all about your point of view,
And heroes are just the same;
You think you’re preaching peace,
But you might just feed the flame...
It’s hard to accept a story,
If you’re told by people you don’t know;
How can you believe in peace...
When there’s violence everywhere you go?

It all seems a myth or folk lore...
Looking through our version of history,
How can someone ask us to defend...
And or die for someone else’s reality? 
All to be remembered as someone you never were;
Because it reinforces their story...
A fallen hero to those that never knew you,
And your death was in their glory. 


How true is it... 
That you wouldn’t be if not for them?
You’ll never know...
Until someone rewrites the story again;
And even then, who will you believe?
Truth is all in the eyes unfortunate enough to see it,
For everyone else it’s tales of recollection...
So you can believe in what you choose,
But don’t expect us buy into your tradition...

Repeating those famous last words...
The truth is all in the eye of the beholder;
But what of those not there to witness?
Left to watch, as the world grows colder...
Hoping for our fearless heroes,
All the while knowing better in our minds...
Living a truth someone else put into action,
Leaving us to believe in lies, quick to bind.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Earths Cry for regeneration

Eccentric minds answering our needs,
While the mindless float planting seeds.

Our earth cries out in its solitude state,
It's dying slowly at an alarming rate.

Were killing it soft and slowly,
Paving the way for an easier life.

Did we ever stop to think ahead?
Of the contradictions we'd said?

Mutated tendrils trying to breathe,
In contaminated soil were trying to leave.

Its a cover up of what we knew,
Thinking there was a reversal was very few.

IF you heard the pain,
Would you feel the same?

Every time you feed your need,
And change the world for the worse
Listen to this my friend
It will only be your own curse.


Details | Rhyme | |

cultural obliviousness

unearth thy temple to entomb my lifelessness beneath the fixation of mortal indulgence where i shall finally rest, i can feel the ceasing of a decrepit pulsation from the shallow grave concealed within my chest; amongst the psychoanalytic dissection of society have i become obsessed. the common ways of cultural normality are seemingly unrealistic, they derive complexity when ciphering economic enslavement as ignorance makes it simplistic, instead of coming together everyone separates with delusions of being the most unique and individualistic, oblivious the common trait commences to construct the most dividing societal characteristic. iv'e sat among loneliness for a year to unveil the lies, iv'e heard the voices of spirituality predicate the day everyone dies, iv'e listened as the wind carries mother earths cries, in repetition of organic desecration i release frenetic screams to impregnate the skies.


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #140 / Metal cog

The moment a metal cog stands suspended
on the whiteboard by a pair of visible strings & springs
Ah! But one invisible string, one invisible spring
keeps the whole from falling apart!
The genius who discovers this secret
will have his name repeated across the universe for eternity!


Details | Personification | |

My Silent Solitude

On the inside and looking out, I sit below.
Maybe I am here to wait?
Deep within the depths of me I must go.
My world is all mine being one that only I know.
So many things in here that I can debate!
I see a world of madness so I steadily take it all in.
New things come to me, time and time again.
My silent solitude renews what time creates.
On the outside, I can look deep within.
Maybe I am here to know?
Deep within the depths of me is where it begins.
My world is all mine being one that only I must transcend.
So many things in here that I can show!
I see a world of confusion, but I can always navigate.
New things come to me, the more and more to vindicate.
My silent solitude always tells me so.
Deep within I can come and go.
Maybe I am here to show?
My world is all mine being the one that only I accumulate. 
So many things in here that I can comprehend!
I can see the beginning and I can see the end.
New things come to me, one by one to appreciate.
My silent solitude is the womb in which I alone can grow.



© Copyright: 1997 Ann Rich


Details | Quatrain | |

brushing up

i brush up on my painting skills
the room in my mind is slated clean
pastels under foot bring cheap thrills
actively brewing my mental caffeine

with keen anticipation i open the can
and scents arise from creamy hues
to stir my emotions i alight cyan
thoughts stir to pigmented chartreuse 

kneeling down i brush away worries
and bristle with newfound anticipation
at the thought of bright plains i hurry
and spread my floor with new elation

glistening pigment flows on smoothly
a shiny coat of colorful armor
untimely realization comes on cruelly
i've painted myself into the corner

a cascade of colored phrases come to mind
glossing over the predicament i'm in
trying for semblance of this puzzled find
some solution elegant to dissuade chagrin

should i wait it out for paint to dry
only now i read directions on the can
six to eight hours as time goes by
can my bladder hold on to this game plan?

pigment slowly dries as bladder does not
frustration grows as i search other ideas
could someone come rescue me, a long shot
if i called out, would they hear my pleas

no easy way thought to get off the hook
the whole plan was just full of holes
whatever made me decide a new look
my path is clear as i paint my soles

© Goode Guy 2011-06-22

oh those colorful phrases ;-)


Details | I do not know? | |

Farewell For A While

Feels limiting living in a small place...
I retrace all my sorrows and joys
In a region I’ve personally proclaimed as my home.
Within my mind is only a dream of another place.
Another desire and wish of mine is to be set free.
I am sorry, but I must leave... My mind shall turn into a fixated set of 
Feelings of missing of my young prayed-for angels
(My baby brother and my little sister).
Farewell for a while, my friends,
For I will go onto a journey (alone or not alone, doesn’t matter).
As I keep this decision (to be true to myself and honest of myself),
I shall be able to continue my very own life with precision.
So farewell and be glad for yourselves, 
Even when everything feels out of your own range,
Please remember how I perceived life through
Changings of thinking and changes of maturing mind.


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #10 / A chill breeze

A chill breeze makes hairs stand on end,
a disgraceful moment elicits a sigh.
In the realm of the universes
where did the student stand?
Grounded within reality, or 
falling into the self?


Details | Rhyme | |

Bad Advice

Others seem to have all of the answers
To the questions in your life.
Yet, still the significant others lives,
Are filled with mishaps.
Are they really trying to help you?
Well, perhaps they could be holding you back,
From approaching the finish line,
And all you have is one more lap.



wrote in college @ ULM 
Spring 2004





wrote in college at ULM
Spring 2004


Details | Rhyme | |

Aim!

Fame?
how can you claim?
when you lack an aim!
no aim means no name.

As streets without names,
indescribable to a damsel,
so your work becomes endless,
when at work you're aimless.
 
Even a lame with an aim,
quickly came and earned a name,
while many were maimed,
for daring life unarmed!

They thought of claiming fame,
but life got them tamed,
for not living with an aim,
in their struggle for fame!


Details | I do not know? | |

A WORLD OF MY DREAMS

As I tread outside smiling
The joy of freedom seems to have gone missing
The feeling of equality and security
Overtaken by the sights of torture and misery

Trust and faith lay shattered
Families divided, growing hatred
Scarcity of food, education in shambles
Is this the gift for the next generation?

Why is there no war against poverty
Why no war against illiteracy
Why no one to fight the war against hunger
And why no one to fight War on AIDS, the biggest danger

As the bullets fly and bombs explode
The howls of crying babies go loud
The scare and pain of getting orphaned
In their mind, always embedded

Few faces of evil and cruelty
Seems to be creating havoc for the majority
Why are they using their ability
To fight this WAR ON HUMANITY

In a flash, walking, I feel so lonely
Tears flowing on feeling their hunger and poverty
Hoping for a home and education for all
I pray for universal peace and health for all

I feel, not for me, but for us all here
I pray for a world where cruelty to humans, no one hears
But, I ask, “Can my prayers ever come true”?
YES !! Only if with me I also have ALL OF YOU


Details | Free verse | |

Heaven

i shall not be able to take one step here 
without a kind thought on earth 
i shall have no navigation 
without a smile in memory of me 
i shall have no vision 
without the wish to be seen once again 
i am here and they are all there 
they are all there coming to meet me soon 
here, making this place a comfortable room 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Hour Glass

Swiftly flows the sand
Bumping other grains as it lands
No cares, no worries just fun and play
Knows that there will be other days

Swiftly flows the sand
Bumping other grains as it lands
Responsibilities, homework if you please
Busy, busy as little bees

Swiftly flows the sand
Bumping other grains as it lands
Dances, parties, stay out late
College will soon be the fate

Swiftly flows the sand
Bumping other grains as it lands
College fun in the fall
Just out having a ball

Swiftly flows the sand
Bumping other grains as it lands
Down the isle in the dream gown
Wearing her royal crown

Swiftly flows the sand
Bumping other grains as it lands
Children gathered around
Like mother hen's clicking sound

Swiftly flows the sand
Bumping other grains as it lands
Wave good-bye, the last is gone
Have started their own family homes

Swiftly flows the sand
Bumping other grains as it lands
Empty nest, can now really rest,
Here comes God's best


Details | Narrative | |

Different Strokes for Different Folks / Martha's Vineyard 2009

The fake isolation of the island insinuated the fostering of remnants;
remnants of religious fervor, close knit seafaring families, and rugged farmers;
remnants of power past and present.

A fog shrouded canvass awaits the onslaught of August revelry.
And, where widows walked the peeks of robber barons manses, the elementals now play.

Tomato red fire trucks ring the seaside green. Throngs of , oh so, polite W.A.S.P.S 
and multicultural couples dot the lawn in precise groupings.

The squeal of stroller strapped toddlers echo across ocean 
and down alleyways lined with painted ladies 

Gay blades and saucy sisters saunter unharassed through the crowds of young families.
Prosperously retirees with salt and pepper hair in pink and green golf shirts line the porches 
of the gingerbread homes ringing the green.

In the gazebo a brass band plays John Phillip Souza and closes by belting out 
the American anthem, after dark, no flag wave, yet random patriots stand.
Their forms silhouette upon the gray fog like their intentions 
mocking the holiday aire with their reminder of war….

those raging on in Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan and Pakistan.
and fade with the crowds roar to “Sit down your blocking the view!”

And as the elite, and privileged meet and greet chatting in wonder over the multiple sightings 
of airforce one choppers and past President Clinton.

The three times the worlds average wage is spent on FIREWORKS, frivolously, 
for the entertainment of the richest citizens of the planet. God Blessed America.


Details | I do not know? | |

A STRANGER'S KISS

 Love no stranger,
 Kiss no stranger,
 For, a stranger’s kiss,
 May prove amiss!

A lonesome dove,
Avid for love,
Strove to entrap someone,
Despaired, as she found none!

Proud of her beauty vain,
Spreads her net for every swain,
Approached a shepherd on the field,
Who, to her courtship would certainly yield.

Young miss Mary,
While making merry,
Kissed a stranger
And invited danger.

Developed high fever,
Her throat sore,
Her tonsils painful, angry-red,
With extreme fatigue, she was in bed.

Petechiae on her palate soft,
Her blood-test positive: ‘Monospot’
With doctor’s drug she developed rash,
He thrashed her complaint as ‘simply trash’!

Her painful, enlarged spleen and liver,
Baffled her doctor, as they were markedly tender!
The diagnosis of her malady, her doctor could not ‘spot,’
But pathological tests, I am sure, can certainly ‘spot’! 


Details | Carpe Diem | |

D.R.E.A.M

Some seek for something that would never be theirs.

Some fall back from life because they're scared.

Some go through life with people telling them what they can't do.

I know because I'm just like you.

But I live to prove people wrong.

A dream lives within everything.

A happy or bad home.

A happy or sad song.

But who really knows what the word "Dream" really means?

Well I do.

Doubt Really Encourages A Man - D.R.E.A.M - it seems.

Living to prove someone wrong that's what makes a dream.

Wanting to be something greater then you are, that's what makes a dream.

To try to live to help your family, that's what makes a dream.

Never let anyone tell you what you can't do.

They're mad at what you can do.

Make a name for yourself -  see me, 
the name's  Young Gifted.

Because I been in this game so long I'm known to be gifted.

What I'm trying to say is if God gave you a gift use it.

Let the haters talk.

And keep your dream alive.


Details | Rhyme | |

ELDERLY IDA

I spoke with an elderly woman today . . .  Ida was her name.
She was a most interesting lady, though not known for fortune or fame.

She told me a bit about her life . . . coming to America after WWII.
Her life must have been exciting, now known only by a few.

She told me her family isn't interested in her past . . . "They will not listen", she said,
I found her story so riveting, I wondered, "What's going on in their heads?"

She told me of her mother . . . how she listened to the family stories she put in her ears,
"I cry now inside, when I think of that time, because today, no one wants to hear."

There are many more Idas out there . . . whose stories we must learn to protect and keep.
What will heppen when we are Ida's age ?  Will anyone listen when we so want to speak?

Ida's story may be a common one . . . yet, life writes each one differently.
Remember to listen to the Ida's, because her generation has changed the shape of history.

Her words so touched me that . . . when we fail to listen to the stories of generations gone by,
We lose that part of our own lives, and like Ida,  "Inside I want to cry."


Details | Free verse | |

For Hannah at Graduation

Playing softly thinking of your first day of school scary teacher but fun words
Growing up too slow with long moments become a blur learning proceeds timeless
Frustration social anxiety but independent understanding self awareness unique me
Branding, marking, making your own way in life challenging forthright don’t always agree
The arduous years of forced study ended memories linger sad happy embarrassing even
Now what do I do stand tall be something for you or find the bird inside my soul and fly 
Time to be free experience more love more fear on my own stepping out 
Playing softly thinking of life and your first day as a teacher, time to use fun words again


Details | Light Poetry | |

Homeless - Footle

Homeless

No Bliss





Tribute To
The Homeless


Entry For Brian Strand's Footle


Details | Narrative | |

Stones in the Wall

Of many, the stones in the wall have different sizes with different shapes. 
So many there are and each specific with their very own color.
The wall is long with the many miles of stone that support it and strengthen.
What a vision to see a wall that long, because of the many miles this wall has made.
Built stone by stone and layer by layer, yet clearly by the hands of amateurs! 
Old these stones in the wall are, for time can only damage what is already weakened.
Enduring the test of time are endless miles of broken down stones along this old wall,
Chipped away on the outside, but still standing sturdy and firm maintaining a delicate core!
Enduring such strength, for they are all very well defined by their evident and only weakness.
An endless wall of old broken down stones and still they will stand strong and still so very tall.
Miles of evidence from darker times for sure by their obvious structure of neatness!
Beaten and battered these stones are and still they maintain such a strong and sturdy core!
There are many weakened stones along this old broken down wall,
Yet it stands distinct and firm with its battle against its only known weakness.
Individualized by one is the other occupying the many miles of this wall from so long before.
What a vision to see a wall that strong, beaten and weakened only by its evidenced neatness.
Broken down stones hold this old wall and each one with their many different shapes and colors!


Details | Sonnet | |

A Poem

Its emotion itself moulded in pens hue,
The feelings in it are from vast ocean to tiny dew;
whence it hath filled minds shallowest lakes,
It flows down from heart as through snow flakes.

Proud and great are those creation--
Whose thought consist of truth along with imagination;
Those creation without truth are fake--
Passes to past,these new pieces,floating upon time's lake.

It has the majesty higher than Everest,
It covers within itself from lions den to tiny nests, 
It has the beauty brighter than pearl,
Deep message doth around it curl.

Lssons of academics--do they continue in life in general?
Message in poetry --they do run with life till funeral.




Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #174 / A spaced-out moment

A spaced-out moment playing calculator games
in our calculus class, returned to infancy
within the boredom of checking homework


Details | Villanelle | |

When you compete with no one

Follow your heart, to thyself be true
do not fear the coming of the day
when you compete with no one, no one can compete with you

See the gray as gray, the blue as blue
your eyes are your greatest gift, don’t let them slip away
follow your heart, to thyself be true

Men will argue, women will croon
but in your mind the decision will be made
when you compete with no one, no one can compete with you

Ghosts from without and from within will try to spook you
but you need never feel afraid
follow your heart, to thyself be true

Strangers try to hold you down and keep you to the rules
but it does not matter what they have to say!
When you compete with no one, no one compete with you

You are the maestro, call the tune
and your symphony you shall hear the whole world play
follow your heart, to thyself be true
when you compete with no one, no one can compete with you.


Details | I do not know? | |

High School

Ah, that smell of bread from Home Ec.,
Just can't be real to me,
Because school just seems to be a part of everyone's misery,
But then I realize
The bread from there is as real as a bakery's.
And when I'm with my friend,
The fun of bugging her in the hallways
Never seems to end.

Then I take one more look at what school is like,
I begin to admit to myself
That it's not so bad,
But when my mother gets mat at me
About homework
I stress about how hard it all seems
And think that my teachers are all jerks.
But I always finish it off in the end,
And then the whole cycle goes around again.
The truth is, I always change my mind and say
My teachers are so nice that I could consider them friends,
Sometimes I only pretend to like them.

But what's worse then teachers
Is how I see people smoke
And hear their choices about drinking and parties.
I stare at them and think, "They're gonna be really ugly..."
'Cause I'll never give into peer pressure,
Because my only pleasures are a lot better.

High school is such a big thing,
That when the bell rings
A rush of students go up and down the stairs.
Once you get to class,
Sems like the assignment you get is a pain in the ass,
And it feels like the day will never end,
Especially if you don't have a friend.

I always want to sleep-in, but when I wake up
I think school is so lame,
And sometimes I sleep through the whole day.
And when the sky is grey,
It always seems to be trying to say
That there should be no sun rays on a day at school.
But then, I think through it again and believe that there will
Always be good and bad things in whatever life will bring.


Details | Couplet | |

Test Time

My blessed heart
Where shall I start

I thank my dear Lord
For being my mighty sword

For fighting these demons within
Who try to make me faulter or sin

I thank the Heavenly angels above
For bringing me someone new to love

I thank family and friends
For showing me how to fight till the end

I feel blessed for the air I breath
Even if it tends to make me sneeze

I feel blessed to watch my child grow
For she still loves the way I kiss her fingers and toes

So when I'm feeling so down and blue
I recant back to things of being so brand new

So thanks to others whom I pass on these blessings
For the Lord will alway's do his own testing


Details | I do not know? | |

Ugly Betty Just Isn't Me

I’m sick of being an Ugly Betty wanna be.
I have better inside of me.
To hell with all that being pretty inside.
I think the outside should matter.

All these magazines tell me who to be.
They tell me how act and who to like.
Always talkin’ about the newest thing.
To hell with them and what they think. 

I am me and they can’t change that.
They want my body, 
And they want my soul.
All they’ll ever get is my dough,

The plus size is the new in,
It seems a sin to be thin.
One thing these models don’t know,
It’s not worth the dough.

All these shows tell me what to do.
They tell me how to act and what to like.
Always talkin’ about the newest thing.
To hell with them and what they think.

I am me and they can’t change that.
They want my body,
And they want my soul.
All they’ll ever get is my dough.

No need to be a Barbie doll,
Or anybody else.
Be your own true self
Don’t sit on anybody’s shelf.


Details | Elegy | |

She loved one

She could feel it in her bones.

Chills promising her she would

would never be alone.

I cried the night he left, he

just went away leaving me with

a scar of sweet memories. I held

him dear to me he was the only one

who I had led to my heart and opened

the door. 

He didn't deserve it, oh no he didn't

But he was the one she loved and as the

tears dropped she turned to stone.


Details | I do not know? | |

A God Called G.P.S.

Isn’t it peculiar that the doctor slaps your bottom
and you scream and holler ‘bout such rude behavior,
then some dude in robes and cloaks
dunks your head and soaks and soaks
‘till you breathe a gulp of water for the savior.

If I’m like the rest, we were wrestled from the breast
and handed hard glass bottles with a teat,
then we’re put into a room
filled with numbers, words and doom
and told to punctuate and write real neat.

From there it’s pretty easy to see what came about.
The TV was presented as the drug of choice and doubt.
But now computers run this world; 
they’ve got things running “right”.
You disagree?  Hear this from me.  
They can see you from a satellite!


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True Nature

When alone, we die
When lonely, we die
We long for deep longings
We long for in-depth relatedness
Deep longings
In-depth relatedness
Are vital to our humanness.

At the higher level
There is no otherness
At the lower level
There is no  oneness
Everyone, an integral part
Everyone, an important part
Of another yet bigger part
Of another yet better part.

Let thrive together
Or let die together
Let grow
From one another's growth
Let be great
From one another's greatness.

Let improve our own self
By improving others' self
There is no greater pleasure
Than exploring our true nature
Than caring for our true nature.


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Time

Time is an endless thing.  It goes on
and on always forward never back
once gone never to be relived for
time waits for no one or anything.
A second turns into a minute and
a minute turns into an hour and
an hour turns into a day and a 
day turns into a week and a 
week turns into a month and
a month turns into a year, 
this is a simple example 
of how time marches forward.


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #142 / Haiku

Haiku! Haiku!
A lesson about Haiku!
Aha! I have foreseen this moment!


Details | Haiku | |

PIMP THE PEN


PUT THE PEN IN HAND.

SO YOU CAN FINISH THE THOUGHTS...

GOD  HAS  GIVEN  YOU.


Details | Free verse | |

Meine Deutsche Schreiben [With Translation]

Augen sehen,
Ich schribe in der Hause,
Ich trinke lieben,
Lieben sehen.

Ich scribe in der Hause,
Ich trinke lieben,
Lieben Sehen,
Augen Sehen.

In der Hause Ich schribe,
Augen Sehen,
Ich trinke Lieben,
Lieben sehen.


“My German Writing”

Eyes see,
I write in the house,
I drink love,
Love sees.

I write in the house,
I drink love,
Love sees,
Eyes see.

In the house, I write,
Eyes see,
I drink love,
Love sees.


Details | I do not know? | |

CANDLE FLAME TO MONK

A candle flame fluttered and vanished
For, it wished not to be tarnished.
Said, "Ye monk, in mind your deeds black,
Character is what a man does dark!"


Details | I do not know? | |

X-I commandments, the lost lamentations

X.I commandments, the lost lamentations

thou shalt witness infomercials
thou shalt carry unknown desires 

thou shall sign away contentment
thou will discover liability 

thou shall not have read small print
thou percentage will approach thy age

thou shalt cry with lacrimation
thou salt will crust thy face

thou shalt stare into nothingness and
to thy credit, thou will know human folly

© Goode Guy 2012-04-13


Details | I do not know? | |

Please Understand

I am a person. I am not a paper.
I have a name.  I am not a number.
I have a face.  I am not a picture.
I have a life.  I am not your fixture.
I have a voice.  I am not your notes.
I have a future, not like my past denotes.
I am an individual.  I am not a statistic.
I have goals that are realistic.
I have strengths, not only weakness.
I will not be silent.  Will you have openness?
When I get frustrated, please understand,
I want to be asked, not given a command.


Details | Concrete | |

Proud To Be An American

when someone asked me to   I dug deep and found out my very own true colors of  thy self
                                       E
                                       X
                                       P
                                       L   
                                       O I  honor our  flag  for which  United  We Stand  as one not two
                                       R
My  own self  being within  E                                 


I honor  thy  family  and  cirlcle  of  friends I  have  encounter  for last  49 years and beyond

I honor our  Lord  Jesus Christ  and give thanks for his enriched bountys found within each

I honor and worship the land air and sea that I can see touch taste hear and smell each day

I honor and respect another who rises above to an open challenge that another turns down

I honor the thirteen colonies that are with our American flag  entire  stitched by Betsy Ross

I honor the American Soldier who goes above beyond the call of his military duty set forth

I honor the judicial system of the courts and laws of this land let justice be served not denied

I honor and salute the  American Bald  Eagle that is represented  by  our  country  of   ours

I honor and particapate in peace between one and another who  seems to just want to fight

I honor thy animals of nature and thy Christ  who brought forth for comfort and enjoyment

I honor and respect thy self for there for I'm just Proud To Be An American like you and you


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Ethnographic Moment

This is Carolina
The northern member of the clan
The weather is in a terrible state:
All day rain, white walls of it
Holding me like a cattle to wait
And if this constant nattering
Does not stop
I shall have enough to rue
Alone at the end of day ... with you.

Little lakes of memories
Are bubbling in brooks of street
Now ... water killed the flower beds
The petals have left the barren stems
O I miss the sea of yellows and reds
I miss the blooming of my rems

The rain falls with no strategy
For what is the use
Since I have planted nothing here
What psychology is this
That fails so to amend us
Who see nothing as our terminus
How dangerous is that
Leaving not even trust in a spot
Still dry for common gifts of mercy
The rain is a long wait

The bubbles muddle and break
In puddles of a littered lake
This is North Carolina
The beginning, not the terminus 










Details | Ode | |

Untitled #46 / Plastered posters

Plastered posters up on dividers
laminated and preserved for generations
of students, marching by filing
nameless the years, uncounted
the numbers


Details | Free verse | |

Mama Told Me

mama tell me the story again
for I know my redeemer liveth 
and walketh upon his higher ground in graceland
let there be peace on earth mama
as we kneel and pray beside
this old rugged cross
let's celebrate new life
and sacrifice to be born again
mama what a friend we have in jesus
for he makes us feel complete
as I get a second chance
thru devotion
my lord I was made to worship you
as I need thee every hour
for morning has broken
and I'm free to be me
for this too shall pass
as christ the lord is risen and
now watches over my family
for I know lord you are thy healer
who can take it all away
so mama turn your eyes upon jesus
as awesome is the lord most high


Tribute To
Christ Our Lord
Also Next 
Gospel Song In Making


Details | Light Poetry | |

' They Are Wrong To Blame God ... Part 1 of 2 ' (or Implore The People With Love)

I Know Some Have Been Hurt
By What Others Say and Do …                 ( Rom. 8: 22 )
But In All Fairness God,
They Are So Wrong To Blame You

For Deceit and Treachery                         ( Gen. 4: 5-10 )
Is Courtesy Of Men                                 ( Eccl.  7: 29 )
And Those Rebels That Started It All         ( Gen. 3: 1-7  )
Hurled Us Into Grief and Sin                     ( Rom. 5: 12 )

They Took God’s Loving Gifts                    (  Gen. 2: 8  Rev. 4: 11)
(And In Honesty, So Do We)                     ( James 1: 17, 18 )
And Then, Tried To Steal More                  ( Gen. 2: 16, 17 )
(More Than Fruit From Tree)

Was It Out Of Want ? …
No, It Was More Like Greedy                     ( Gen. 1: 29 )
“Our” First Human Parents Were Selfish      (Gen. 1: 28 )  
And Now, All of Us Are Needy …                 ( John 3: 16 )

Needy For Kindness and Good-Health Re-Storage
Needy For Security, Needy For Porridge
Needy For Mercy, Needy For Courage 
The Reason I Write This … We’re Needy For Knowledge

That’s Why, Souls Go To War
That’s Why, We Steal and Kill
Why The Lies, Envy and Fear … ?
They Don’t Know Who or What’s Real …

Ever Since Adam and Eve’s Fall
We’ve Looked For Someone To Blame           ( Gen. 3: 12, 13 )
But We Are Wrong To Blame God (He Called) ( Gen. 3: 8, 9 )
… And It Is Our Own ‘Crying-Shame’

Even Now, God Gives Us Care
God Gives Sunlight And Rain                          (  Matt. 5: 45  )
By God’s Grace, He Lets Us Live
He Is Not The Blame For Pain                         (  Eccl. 7: 29  )

See … If Someone Slaps My Face
I Won’t Say, It’s God’s Fault
It’s In That Person’s Heart                              ( Matt. 15: 19 )
(And In Mine, If Back, I Fought)                      (Matt. 5: 39 )

God Says, Love One Another                          ( Matt. 22: 39 )
God Says, Treat Each Other Right                   ( Matt. 7: 12  )
God Says, Fear Not The Darkness                   ( 23rd Psalms)
For God Gave Us, “Love-Son-Light”                 ( John 3: 16 )

                                (Part 1 of 2 )


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Untitled #109 / Ripples in the clear midnight pond

It is the tendency of all things in nature
to remain, undisturbed, one mind.
Oh unnatural humans!
Why must they cause ripples
in the clear midnight pond
distorting the moon’s face?


Details | I do not know? | |

MOMMA ..SAID

HE'S ON HIS KNEES WITH HIS FACE
ALL BUSTED UP. THE MEN IN THE
STATE PEN JUMPED HIM ONCE AGAIN.

NOW, HE SPENDS MOST OF HIS TIME
PRAYING. THAT GOD WILL GIVE HIM
SOME RELIEF FROM THE MEN IN THE
DENIM JEANS......

HIS MOM RAN A TIGHT SHIFT.
SHE PUT HIM OUT ON THE STREETS.
FUSSING AND FIGHTING WAS SOMETHING
HE LIKE TO DO.HIM AND HIS CREW.
NOW, HE'S DOING A TWENTY YEAR BID.

FOR SOMETHING ANOTHER KID DID. HAD
HE LISTEN ONCE OR MAYBE TWICE.TAKE
NO HEED TO WHAT MOM HAD TO SAY.I'LL
DO IT MY WAY......

SAGGING PANTS AND SKIPING SCHOOL
WAS THE THING TO DO.HANGING WITH
THE CROWDS MADE HIM FEEL PROUD,
BUT WHERE ARE THE CROWDS NOW?
THAT YOU ARE DOING A TWENTY YEAR
BID. PULLING UP YOUR PANTS IS
WHAT YOU DO NOW.

THINKING OF HOW YOU CAN KEEP THE
MEN IN THE PRISON BLUES OFF YOU. 
YOUR EARS ARE OPEN NOW.REFLECTING
UPON THE THINGS THAT MOMMA SAID..... 


Details | Rhyme | |

Ability in Disability

Disabilities are within and without
In this truth, there is no doubt
This gives us all something to think about

Let us not gape at others and stare
Let us look at ourselves and study with care
We will find our own disabilities there

Let us spend time improving ourselves
Looking to God for our strength and our health
This ability will lead to eternal treasures of wealth












Details | Free verse | |

Communicating with those who cannot

Everyone has a desire to communicate
just because you don't understand them
doesn't mean they're not trying to tell you something
being able to be there, to work on being able to recieve the message
Just because someone doesn't sound smart
doesn't mean they don't have hundreds of things to say
Hellen Keller was living proof
so what did we learn when we dig up history?

Eventual that you will understand
of the different ways of communicating with those who can't

Repressed for life
until someone is taught how to translate
a desire to communicate will be present
being there ready to recieve an invitation for that communication
learning a new language of communicating with those who can't

Psychology of the autistic, and down syndrome
finding something they care about
would be a good place to start
understanding the psychology of patterns of behaviour
of those who are abused
and can't communicate that


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Justice or Just Us?

when we go to jail we get a legal aid lawyer
who  tells us to take a plea even when we are innocent.
when we go looking for a job, we're told nothing is available.
and when we do get a job, the non-black person that does the same job
gets a higher salary, even though we have more education and more experience 
and when we have a college degree, they tell us we are over-qualified
Is It Justice or Just Us?

young black men stopped and searched 
because they VAGUELY fit the description of a suspect.
black men pulled over while driving because the have TOO NICE a car
young black girls stopped and ID'd because they happen to be walking 5 blocks 
away from a known prostitution area.
yet when those same black girls are raped or killed
their situations doesn't even rate page 3 in the newspapers
but a non-black person gets the front page headline 
Is It Justice or Just Us?

supermarkets and grocery stores in our neighborhood
with old meat, rotting fruit and out-dated milk
power plants and bus terminals near our homes
the highest rate of asthma in the nation among our children.
hospitals closing in our neighborhoods
low standard and non-existing medical care available.
and when we enter an upscale store, we are profiled and followed around
yet in the meantime, the non-black person wearing
a fur coat is robbing them blind 
Is It Justice or Just Us?

If we hold a publicly elected position they will diligently keep looking for a scandal
or will create one, searching around in our past
for anything that they can use and then present It
In the worst possible way in order to discredit us.
why Is It that whenever non-black kids steal a car It's JOYRIDING
but with black kids It's GRAND THEFT AUTO. 
why Is It that when non-blacks have drug possession charges
It's for recreational use, they pay a fine, go to rehab and get 5 years probation.
yet if a black kid has a drug possession charge
he'll get 8-15 years in a federal penitentiary.
Is It Justice or Just Us?

judge us not by the color of our skin
judge us not by any preconceived prejudices 
you've inherited or have been taught
judge us not on the whole by the actions of one
If you must
judge  us on the content of our character
If you must
judge us on the accomplishments of our education and skills
If you must
judge us individually and not collectively
even though It Is not your right to judge us
for that alone Is for God to do
We Just Want Justice Not Just Us


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The Cultivated Mind (Home Grown)

Father and Mother 
With golden determination 
Focused to open my thoughts 
in several ways of revelation -- 
My manner is... Homegrown 
The once green mind still looks back; 
at all that has been revealed to its now browned shell… 
and with that same determination of gold 
I pass down the revelations of old 
to my children, as I have been told 
The mind should always be 
Cultivated to the best of ones abilities.... 
Its focus should start within the home 
That is why I feel blessed 
When I tell you my children 
Most assuredly -- I am Home Grown.


Author’s Comments: 
As a farmer tills the earth and toils to harvest that which he has sown and the wife 
prepares the table before him, produced from within the bounty reaped thereof... 
 Thus, we should take the time to cultivate the minds of our children, to also 
acknowledge their surroundings and the people there in. 
To stay focused on the blessings at hand, that they not live stagnant lives but to be 
productively responsible for the gifts which they each so uniquely possess. 
 The mind is a terrible thing to waste.


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do you know how many times you & i've died?

do you know how many times 
you & i’ve died? 
i don’t think you do 
let’s start with . . . 
 
i fell out, fell far, fell hard 
from a tree 
you dropped off 
the monkey-bars 
i stepped into the invitation 
of a stranger’s car 
you grabbed a wire. . . bare 
i dove, with confidence, in shallow water 
you took a dare 
i stayed too long on a railway track 
you found a hill and ‘jack & jill’ed’ your back 
in fact 
both you & i. . . at the same time 
tried something new 
i went green, you turned out blue 
i remember too 
crossing against the light 
looked left, should’ve looked right

it’s amazing to me, that we’re able to say 
no matter how many times you & i’ve died 
‘we live another day’
 


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Fabel38

 Fabel38 
Fabel38 
 
 
Pheonix 
 
 
CharlaxFabels 
 
 “Pheonix is experimental courses involving the release of prisoners into society”: 
Professor Hardon was now speaking to his children “he was thinking of them 
already as his child and children he was daydreaming of a future world 
populated by his prisoners released into Society to jerk the world around on HIS 
string. When you do a book report eye the TUTOR have to grade them please 
read only CharlaxFables so you will learn something better and eye can pass all 
of you with highest honors. The Bathroom has been painted and the graffiti is 
fresh and it has to be one of you. NO almost Screaming Tommy Gunn jumped up 
and SPEWED his filthy words at the teacher. We think it is the girl that works as a 
Library assistant for she is not helping the people who are not students. The 
rules would work in a NAZI society there would be no loud talking in the library 
they Matron would walk among the computors and swing her MILLYCLUB if 
someone snickered. The portable classrooms have not yet arrived and the 
prisoners keep milling about in the library chasing a hope and a dream to the 
door of a classroom hoping it will magically appear in front of them while Charlax 
cries. 
 Plugs are not available only in the outlets at the mall where you can also buy 
coffee in a latte snicker at the freezing cold and hold thy nose with burgers 
smelling like a dead old cow went yearning in the afterbrushes reeds and 
rushes in the ditches working on the center stone of the idea of the century. The 
Pig is dead the Rat is born a Chinaman's surprised the chinaberry's were so 
plastic tasting never boiled them never tried them after fried in oil and butter and 
the batter would be better with some butter and some soil. A man told me bugs 
are good sources of protein how can one man go so very wrong he is not alive in 
the same sense as ewe and eye. The semblance of an android to this human 
image eye become is striking mee on both my nerves today seems like a 
memory of half baked love. The Pheonix is now rising up the ashes of the 
judgments' won. 
 The Tutor is the elephant. The classroom is the world the students are the girls 
in love. The lady has a favorite song 

ewe aer my song 

my hearts desire 

my love of fortune 

smiling down 

my sweetYheart ewe 

my early life 

my later years 

my only love 

a song 

The Teacher is a ruler and a lover of the song. 
The professor is a lover and a ruler of them all. 


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Untitled #217 / Scholars' Bowl

That’s why I’m not too discouraged
at Farragut’s poor performance at
this weekend’s Scholars’ Bowl tournament
for those who beat us were
memorizing lists of important names
rather than putting
themselves on the list


Details | I do not know? | |

My Ghetto

Strange is it to me that we all grew up in the same Ghetto where

I came from.

Yet, we can’t see it’s not the white man we are trying to beat?

Take a look around you and tell me if you see what I see...

No white man, broke that glass in your street?
No white man, made that brother get drunk or high off weed?
No white man, made that brother steal your TV?
No white man, made that brother drop out of school?
No white man, made that brother put that gun to someone’s head?

The picture I see, is so plain to me, it’s just you and me? 

You’re the one’s turning this place into this Ghetto you see...

So, you tired of the ghetto and you want to get out?

I think not? Because you’re all too busy blaming the white man for all your own 

faults.


Details | Verse | |

Minimizing

Moneylender seems me Pickpockets 
When they lend money on variable rates,
And charge their hidden costs. 
They promised to charge lower rates,
But sometimes their costs are the cost of life.
I applied mortgage on variable rates with C & G,
When Bank of England raised quarter percent rate,
The Lender charged me two percent extra.
When I raised my voice,
They acknowledged that a broker sold me a wrong policy,
Or I signed a contract.
When I requested to alter it,
They demand extra penalty of 500 Pounds.
I gained finance from VISA cards to get relief,
Halifax, Barclay, and Monument,
As they promised for their free service on zero rates,
And raised without any consent, 10.9% in the second year,
Without any consent within three years,
They highjacked my peace when they rose,
29.9 percent on their lending,
And I, who was feeling sufficient with resources,
Insufficiency remained me defaulter,
When interest rates loaded me as a cart,
I ran through my earnings to save myself,
How do you think, when you noticed?
A board, overnight,
Property on sale,
Law, Courts and bureaucrats,
Best supporters of the lenders,
Where they come to ruin a home of children.  
There is no barrier to restrict their hidden charges,
Enforcement of liabilities is always pending,
Where a person lose their life in wrong interpretations,
And enjoyed full life imprisonment of capabilities.
How do you feel when you buy a reprocessed home?
Where someone’s prospering dream was buried.
A robbed person always preferred to suicide,
When he blamed progress and prosperity,
Encouragement and appreciations,
Only for them who are unite,
And incorporated groups are competing for benefits,
And thinks, there is no life,
Where individuality can improve its performance,
To become a civil mammal,
Are bad circumstances a fate of someone?
Or created by system to kill innocence. 


Details | Light Poetry | |

......EAGLES.............

HOW CAN YOU SOAR HIGH
LIKE THE EAGLES. WHEN
YOU ARE PLAYING AROUND
WITH THE BEETLES.. THEY
CAN'T FLY AT ALL. YOU
ALLOWED ONE TO TAKE YOU
OUT OF YOUR ELEMENT.
CONTINUE TO SOAR LIKE 
THE EAGLES. EAGLES DON'T
HAVE TIME TO PLAY WITH
SMALL MINDED BEETLES....

EAGLES....SOAR.....


Details | I do not know? | |

Art of living

ART OF 
LIVING                                                                                                                            
                                 
LEARN to  be AT EASE
Reduce the stress
Let nothing press
Don't go berserk
Thus be a jerk
Follow the norms
There will be no need for reforms
Life is short
No need to be full of fraught
Make your way
U will have a say
Share your sorrow
For a better tomorrow
Love & live for the day
Make hay
Do your best
Leave the rest
Live like birds
Not like most of the human herds
Beings of nature 
Don't undermine their stature
They are happy as they are
Why should we for joy look far?
The Sun the Moon & the stars   
are all ours
Their beauty none mars,
Ours something devours!
  Do whatever U please
 but Remain at ease
 Till u cease.


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' Tilt '

23.5 Degrees
On Earth Axis – Tilt – Trajectory
… Prevents Drastic Climate-Changes
And Dangerous Tide Tsunamis

                Tilt…
Motion-Sensors Are Going Off
                Tilt…
Scientists, May Your Voice Be Soft

G34-B… See
This was Done for You and Me

                Tilt…
Oh, The Genius of Genesis, Which God Built
                 Tilt…
Shows We All Should Just Take The Time to …


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I'm Afraid

Son you told me yesterday that most of your life you thought I treated you as if you 
were never good enough for me to call son.  Well, son I might have yelled at you
and ignored you, but it wasn't because I did not think you were good enough to
call son.  But because I'm afraid I'm not good enough for you to call me dad.  
I'm afraid because I your father only have a 6 grade education and you on the 
other hand are about to graduate from college.  Also, I'm afraid because I who
work like a dog only make enough money to barely pay my bills.  While you are
about to get a job that will earn you enough money to pay your bills and mine,
and still have money left-over.  I'm afraid because one day you'll became a father 
yourself, and I'll pale in comparison.  A father is supposed to be his son hero,
but instead you're mine.  Not good enough for me to call son, never!  But I'm 
afraid the one day you'll see that I'm not worthy of you call me dad.  That is what
I'm afraid of.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Untitled #279 / This week

“Man, this week is gonna suck”
“Yeah, I hoped it’d be over”
It’ll all be over soon


Details | Free verse | |

Mental health

years of abuse add up
someone snaps
the judge gives them a prison sentence
which they serve and then get released
next thing that person knows as they try to rebuild their life
starting from the bottom

They approached you
two months after your sentence
tell you you are court ordered
for a 30 day psychiatric assessment
you dont get out for years

made to believe you are sick
witnessing nurses affairs with patience
man with a broken leg forced to walk
young girls screaming rape

the whole time knowing you are not supposed to be there
everyday another fight you can never win

finally you get away
addicted to their pills
everyday a struggle 
for years keeping appointments
not understanding what is going on

You serve your sentence
then you serve another one
never knowing what judge sentenced you there
every doctor from a different country
telling you life isn't fair

Doctor's lieing to your family
about biting and kicking him
maximum security forensics
in and out of group homes for years

Then one day you quit taking your meds
tired of the side affects
and suddenly you begin waking up early
doing your laundry
eating healthy
cleaning your house

the hindsight remains
I wasn't supposed to be there
no judge sentenced me there
allah almighty answers the phone when you call amnesty international

Unable to become erect
covered in scales
twitching
foggy thinking
when you can't afford not to think clear

Go tell eminem i get it
I walked the ward for you
made to think i was sick my whole life
and then sickened by the things i went through


Details | Personification | |

The Trainer

The Trainer is skilled and knowledge is way too real.
Precision is marked and the course plainly lain out.
The trainer is everything and has no room for doubt.
Our lessons are here in which we share what we feel.
We’re certified by gold appeal to His right thumb seal.

Our perfection with His direction is a challenge we must all meet.
Teaching or lectures the trainer’s word sits upon a cozy high seat.
The Trainer is the one, teaching us why we have all come to care.

Articulate in balancing those massive scales, 
He is making us ready for His truth or dare.
Slowly but surely He removes all of our veils.

Testing and provoking the thoughts that we all must greatly compare,
The Trainer is detained and responsible to the reality we all shall bare.
So listen here and listen there, eventually fame is no more good or fun.
The Trainer teaches us that it is our principles to be all by being one.

The Trainer is well thought out even if the job comes undone.
The Trainer is my heir I bare for global defeat fair and square!


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Dissertation On Beauty ... '

If Aiming For Beauty
Pretty, Is Nice
But Plain Vanity
Is A Venal-Vice

Inner Beauty:  Is A Necessity
Outer Beauty:  (Maybe) Superficiality
Outer Beauty:  May Impress Memory
But Inner Beauty:  Lasts An Eternity

Now, As A Teen
I Did Preen
 Too Much Esteem
 Oldest, Sister Seen …

So, As A Teen, I Was Told
Advice To Shape- Mold
Words:  Worthy-Gold
Listen:    Behold …

“You Are Pretty, Yes It’s True
But Just Wait A Minute or Maybe Two
All In Time and Life’s View
Will Come Someone … Prettier Than You

So, Don’t Be A Victim-in-Error
Like The Queen, due to Snow White and A Mirror
Of Course, There’ll Be Somebody Fairer
So, Don’t Be A Silly-Comparer …

… ‘Cause, The Prettiest Person
Is Ugly To Someone
And The Ugliest Person
Looks Good To Somebody, Hon …

Lovely, Is As Lovely Do …
Be A Portrait and Not Just Surface-Cute
Be A Shame, If Someone Spends Time With You
And Sees, Ain’t Nothing Else, Or Nothin’ New

‘Cause I’ve Seen People
Who Were ‘Knock-Outs’ ! …
That is, Until
They Opened Their Mouths

And Revealed Hostility
In Hearts
Made Attraction-Desirability
… Depart

See:  Mean and Envy
And A Barb-Wire Tongue
And Harm and Dumb …
Starts When Young

So, Strive To Be Kind
A Gentle Heart-Smile
Clean and Sweet
And Your Own-Love-Style

… Also Godly Fear
And Inner Beauty Will Appear
Your Outer Beauty Will Be Clear …”
… My Stunning Sister, I Still Hear …

“Beauty … Is In The Eye Of The Beholder”
Especially True … As We Grow Older


(I'm Remembering Jenny ... I'm Remembering)


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A Dripping Rose

A penalty pinned down my conscious,
When a high volt power injected me unsuspended shock,
Unawakened and unconscious,
I cried as a fish, out of water.
Imagination of discrimination terrified me,
My soul was jerking with dizziness,
The democratic system was trembling,
The bureaucracy was pinning the nibs into my dreams.
Not only once, terminology of deeds,
Curriculummed deliberation of considerations,
And ranked bribery and recommendations,
To reward innocence and honesty,
To secure human values,
A system was highjacked by think tanks.
As I experienced after applying a vacancy online,
Where home office advertised descriptions of a job,
And declined with direct approach in moments,
I experienced my capabilities,
Home office departments, on various occasions,
Rewarded me, a safe and tolerated direction,
And provoked me to enjoy the fire with my qualifications,
To protect my future from cold weather.
Not only Home office also local councils, 
Highjacked individual progress and prosperity,
Criminality always delivered justice of excuses,
Where democratic equal opportunity services policy,
That was lying dead on a log of ice.
My pain was streaming into flames,
My throat was drying with the taste of equal opportunism.
I was imprisoned into the democratic boundaries,
Where my performance was demarcated into various barriers,
My soul was delivering justice through my poetry,
But my unemployment forced me always,
To learn about high ranked poor and victimized positions, 
And my tolerances run down after touching a sore of sand.
The bubbling rust was claiming superiority,
Law is equal for all.


Details | I do not know? | |

Start With ONE

I ran everywhere under the sun
Trying to get all my tasks done
I planned my day and what I must do
That there was time I truly knew
I worked and I worked by the sweat of my brow
Not one of my tasks got done somehow

So I tried once again the very next day
Listing all my tasks the very same way
I started with this and continued with that
Then all of a sudden I knew not where I was at
I planted part of my garden and trimmed half the tree
Then I remembered I had no priority

The next day began and I planned what to do
What should be first and then number two
My day was finally ready and I did all I began
From beginning to end my race I had ran
With all of our tasks from the first to the last
Little gets done when we go way too fast

Line upon line we all must learn
Step by step our wages we’ll earn
So when at last the day is done
You’ll be much farther if you start at ONE


Details | I do not know? | |

Cranberries for Sale!

Thickly populated, not with society
Instead this uniquely lavish fruit
A trailing path of intertwining vines
Your taste buds soon to root

Deep scarlet red are the berries
With a cream-white inner core
Tiny seeds of brown amidst
This delicious treat of more

Perhaps a faint taste of bitter
As the berry first enters your lips
Next an irresistible taste experience
More berries you then do grip

September marks the season
When farmers harvest this tasty crop
Bogs are filled with vibrant colors of red
Ripened berries abundantly in stock

Semi-trailers start rolling in
As the harvesters begin to coral
Months of growth in the waiting
The money to be earned is their moral

Knee deep in cold frigid water
The wind chills against their face
Crewman exhausted pushing forward
Maintaining their steady worn out pace

Barrels upon barrels keep stacking up
Semi-trailers haul towards the destination spot
Shipping them to the desired location
Plenty of cranberries here to be bought

© Stacy Lynn Stiles


Details | Couplet | |

Religions

Religions

The entire Budhist monk"s life is but a preperation,
For his Death Point or moment of seperation.

The Jains have santhara,
Quitting life consciously to join with the paramatma.

The hindus go into samadhi,
Where there is no Congress,Shiv Sena,BJP or Samajwadi.

The Christian merges with the holy spirit,
Peace no more desperate.

The sufi mystic to become one,
Dances,twirls,prays,trances to get the job done.

Aghora means illumined with light,
Longing for Shiva in whom they delight.

Shamanism or the art of ecstacy,
The ultimate being one with the super entity.

There is no need to change your faith,
And on your old religion lay a wreath.


Details | Acrostic | |

Pen of a Ready Writer

Many Days should speak, and multitude of 
Years should teach wisdom, I said.  But

There is a spirit in man:  and the inspiration
Of the Almighty giveth him understanding; therefore,
No prophecy is by the will of man, but holy men of
God speak and write the word as they are moved By the
Unction of the Holy Ghost for the edification and 
Exhortation and comfort of those who will hear and read.


Details | I do not know? | |

Sling Blade

The man a self proclaimed gay
One day was talking to Sling Blade

The man who was gay
Declared,"I believe people are under estimating you, Sling Blade.

I believe that behind that exterior
You are very deep thinker on the interior

What were you thinking just now
Please tell me lets just have a pow wow

Come on Sling Blade tell me your thoughts
What's going on inside I haven't bought

That exterior facade'
Tell me what words you've played

What was you thinking just now".
Sling Blade says, "Well how  I like mustard with these French Fried Potates wow"

"No! no! not that Sling Blade."
Said the man that was gay

"Before that what thoughts in your head"
Sling Blade answered, "Not a thing instead."

The man that was gay
Looked at him twice and did say

"Oh!"

(Movie called "Sling Blade" has really been stuck in my mind.  Sling Blade spent years in 
a mental institution for the murder of his mother and her lover.  Actually"Sling Blade" was an 
abused child that had the traits of a psychopath probably because of the abuse. But I 
gathered that he was a deep thinker but kept it hidden and was unable to connect 
emotionally because  of the abuse."


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organized sports

at times it seems to be their only ticket out of the hood
young black men with athletic talents that are exceptionally good
be it basketball, football, baseball or any other type of sport
it's their natural athletic ability where they don't seem to fall short
but not all of them are gifted enough to have top-notch grades
they use what they got to lie in the bed of life that they've made
to get out of the projects, beyond the violence and the crime
to rise above their circumstances, away from the troubled and hard times

but the pressure is tremendous and there are only a certain numbers of spots
they will attempt to do anything to rise up to the top
many of them are overwhelmed, many get lost and confused
everybody wants a piece of them, they can't seem to win nor lose
awesome responsibility placed upon their untutored minds
many of them will misstep and get left behind

the prestige and money make a most seductive bait
a number of them will bypass college as they can not afford to wait
organized sports, the fast track to fortune and fame
but all it seems to have done is take the fun out of the game

it's not personal, it's business
and the athletes are just tools
to make money for those in powers
but what about education and school?
to turn pro, to get paid, to have the American dream
organized sports, it's no longer about fun nor about the team



Details | I do not know? | |

Congressional Hearing

Congressional hearing
Yes, I’m listening to your
Non-existent thoughts
Fighting for nothing
Standing for something
And I’m begging to be caught
Understand that you are made up of 
Lines
While you’re hoping to be given more time
Pasted up feelings
Yes, I’m hanging on your
Every dying breath
Fighting for your life
Standing up no where
And you’re begging to be kept
But losing in short time, my friend
For thoughts are always constant
But your body’s bound to end


Details | I do not know? | |

WAGES OF SIN

Injected eyes,
Poached-egg lids,
Rosy cheeks,
While walking he reels.

Speech irrelevant,
Belly corpulent,
Handshake hot,
Language rot,

These will be the wages of sin,
For those who live on whisky and gin.


Details | Blank verse | |

BOOKSTRINGS 11

I have been around the world
Deepest, darkest corners of the globe
Down south, up north
Up high in the air time countless
Through routes criss-a-cross
Many times on sea sails
I have seen the world greatest cities
Lived in the thickets of the sahara
Several nights in the African jungle
Mingled with red Indians in Guatemalan forests
Been in  and out of oval office
The white house the Americans pride
I’ve felt the might of the Kremlin
In the Duma of the Aryan race
Gone under below the earth
In Australia, the lone continent
Gazed boldly at crown of Elizabeth
Like a Duke in Edinburgh palace
I’ve dined and wined at the so rock
In Abuja the power place of Africa
Been amused and excited beyond expression
I’ve let flow flood of tears
Felt pains and agonies deep to the marrow
All on the  platter of books
And behold!, the wide world
Before my very eyes and mind
To wander and wonder.


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #171 / Ten minutes

Ten minutes of solitary free time
at the end of class, they’re correcting their tests
I have nothing to correct
Oh! Dream of physics!
Oh! Dream of astronomy!
Oh! Dream of Chinese thought!
Oh! Dream of writing!
Oh! Dream of love!


Details | Ode | |

Untitled #32 / Crazy physicist

Crazy physicist! So, you can
put a man on the moon?
Ooh! I have a new problem!
Calculate the trajectory of my soul
as it leaves my body!


Details | Bio | |

The Joy Of Wilfredo's Return

A buddy, I inadvertantly estranged,
Is back in my world....
And it is a joy for me...
Long have I regreted perhaps
Having said the wrong thing..
As a fool, such as I, am apt to do...
Ensconced in bursts of stupidity,
I always amaze myself
With the stupid words I sometimes
tend to generate...
Someday, I will learn my lesson....
I think I am half way there...
God Bless Soup and all it's ingredients,
And Happy Holidays!!!
tom


Details | Rhyme | |

What is right or wrong?

Is there something in a human hand?
God is on one side and devil on other strand

Goodness is happiness or ugliness is pain,
Delivering two services, what a human brain?
Weeping and laughing, but enjoying a lot,
Doing for selfishness, is human welfare main?

What is right or wrong, the music or a band?
God is on one side and devil on other strand

Rolling a day and wandering for some how,
Fighting with all and expecting everything now,
Disturbing the peace and dreaming a change,
Trying to keep everything as grazing a cow

Teaching a lesson what is a best command?
God is on one side and devil on other strand


Details | Free verse | |

Knowledge is Power

To listen is to learn
To learn is to grow
To grow is to teach
To teach is to enrichen
To enrichen is to enlighten
To enlighten is to almost
To touch upon creation
To touch upon creation
Is to grow closer to God
To grow closer to God
Is to learn
Is to grow
Is to teach
Is to enlighten.

Is to truely live.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Cry

You and I
Eager to hear
Someone’s lie.
Break down the system
Always nice try
Can't achieve all
Everyone's shy
We all like
Having a nice fry
Who cares?
Cry is a cry.


Details | I do not know? | |

Wave Crest to Breaking Point

Your hedonistic desires
replaced by a gonz0-journalism truth
while you stand at the precipice,
crying at the high-water mark.

you're not alone,
a whole generation
of alma matter hopefuls
gather here
to stare at the place where
kerouac could write ten novels

leave me here
to waste energy
on hedonistic, wave-crest fantasy
far rom the sting of a breaking point.


Details | I do not know? | |

MANKIND'S GOD

Not in the temples, not in the shrines, 
Not in the clergy's preaches and prayers,
Not by meditation not by trance,
God cannot be found by yogic stance.

God is deaf, God is blind,
Before His very eyes the criminals hide.
God is cruel, God is unjust, 
He tortures a saint, but yields to a tyrant.

Trust no God, trust your deed, 
With heart within, serve mankind 
Your glorious deed will fetch you a reward,
As mankind's  grandeurous God. 


Details | Ode | |

Untitled #47 / Upon the emptied blackboards

Upon the emptied blackboards
chalkdust yet remains,
smeared, the work of a
thousand problems, minds behind each,
even the blue message of a
young lady waving goodbye.


Details | I do not know? | |

Barefoot Brainiac

Barefoot brainiac
The problem is so patent
The solution is self-evident
With meticulous mathematics on the mind,
You’re safe and sound still


Details | Free verse | |

Fear-Not

Fear-in life, not death
Where the soul has less rest
The world is a test for the blessed
Though we stress to possess
And obtain content-ness
We strive for the wrong
We strive to hold on
Striving throughout, just trying to belong
Fearing abandonment, fearing rejection
Fearing education as edification
My mind state and evolution
To this current revolution
Fearing even the solution
Which is unification
All, us as a nation
Free the soul from probation
Un-prohibition of synchronization
This liberation must gain participation
Therefore, as for me, I fear not this earth
For my Lord cometh to bestow heaven’s rebirth


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

A Baby

A mum packed her baby
And threw on the way
Travelling in a car
I read in the paper.
A mum left her baby
Outside the bin
Used public toilets
I read in the paper.
A mum flew away
With her new friend
She has five children
I read in the paper.
A mum sold her baby
And searching the peace
Believes in a religion
I read in the paper.
A mum divorced her husband
And killed a child
She was mentally up-set
I read in the paper.
I can’t afford baby
A baby is too expensive
I amn’t a baby
I read in the paper


Details | Free verse | |

Murmuring

I didn’t hear any murmuring.
Thank God Vivek had to do it for me
We were “functionally incapacitated” as they say
In the medicinal terminology
One thing I’m never gonna be


Details | Narrative | |

Laundromat, 9:12 P.M.

Sixteen unique individuals
sit on sixteen washing machines.

As they make small-talk
they stare at sixteen dryers, all in a row
chugging and churning to the same hum.


Details | I do not know? | |

‘CHEERS' FULL OF TEARS!

With blear-eyed look,
The drinks he took,
With eyes full of tears,
He enjoys his 'cheers'!

His flushed red face,
Has no bashfulness,
He has enlarged breast,
And 'spiders' scattered on the chest.

In the abdomen distended,
Has fluid  accumulated,
Gives handshake hot,
But has libido lost.

His concealed sin 
Has relieved his mental tension,
But has expressed
In the form of "Portal hypertension'!


Details | I do not know? | |

inapognitatium

busy as the humans seemed to be ,they crashed slashed and sauntered all 
around me
like the true pirates of the earth ,they claim,they brag they breathe
theyre waste supports us the vermon they claim 
as we slither and wither in signs of hotter days
we are the meek we sing .living in our little pogs untouchable because were 
considered nothing of value just the turn you breathe.
kingchazz


Details | Rhyme | |

Trinece

She was 3 times more beautiful
Than I was handsome,
And she was wise.
I was such a fool;
When she looked at me
All my thoughts would pool.

She was 3 times more open
Than I was honest.
She had no disguise;
My façade had rule.
But when she spoke of me
My words were but drool.

She was 3 times more popular
Than I was half known;
Her pretty brown eyes 
Blazed for me in school ,
But when she touched me 
I refused her cool.


Details | Free verse | |

Who's there?

Dawn knows not of my weary wake 
night has never caressed my body's slumber
Do the ruddy Martian winds break for lunch
can you buy crushed ice on Europa
Is an atomic reaction a human tragedy 
or just another mysterious spot on the Sun
hmm, have another drink of water 
Who's needlessly dying 
beneath the suffocating clouds of Venus
would they commit suicide, in a Vesuvius ash, '64 Impala
Next time you see Mercury, steer clear of tomorrow
the table is set, a Red Giant is coming to dinner
If green is the pigment of envy, why is the Earth so very blue
isn't chlorophyll the Color of Money 
Shh...don't tell photogenic White Dwarfs
their acting days too, are atomically numbered
Is irony consciously painting, an infinite abyss 
or a finite existence, unconsciously as radiant as Saturn's rings
Relevance isn't ignorance, if you never check the clock
time is inevitability, inevitability the universal knock


Details | Light Poetry | |

You

It's the same old you and I didn't have a real clue to the real inner you.The things 
that are wrapped  in the inside would make anyone blue when they find out the 
true you.

Go ahead, be you and do you ; why do people feel so blue when they are in the 
company of just you ? Maybe you should get a clue to the thing called you. Go 
ahead and be you and do you.Let's not continue to be a fool in loving the 
nastiness in this thing called you.

Being you and doing you should never minimize or criticize others for doing 
likewise.

Sit back and reflect how you continue to disrespect others,because they cannot 
understand this thing called you...

In you there's a lot of pride that you can't hide that will take you down the road 
called  surprise. Then you realize the nastiness inside of this thing called you.

You really make me blue and others around see the frowns that cause me to be 
down.

So get a clue; buy a clue; rent a clue to this thing called you.


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #108 / Number one oh eight

What shall be number
one oh eight?
Two carts shall slide across a metal slide!
But not yet! There they sit undisturbed!
And now the ball remains!


Details | Ode | |

Untitled #49 / The voicebox of God

In the corner the voicebox of God
lies silent except at 10:10 every morning
the pledge, the announcements, the moment
of silence, now his muted mouth
frowning silent disapproval.
What does He know of mortal strife?


Details | I do not know? | |

Pedophile

Pedophile
On the prowl
Waiting for his next victim
Silent and foul
Perversions

© Stacy Lynn Stiles


Details | Free verse | |

Concerto

Reversing the order 
of philosophy 
one could say in truth 
"With wisdom comes age" 
but not the sanctioning 
until time 
picking up speed 
puts disguises 
on faces of pilgrims 
along for the ride. 

This kind of education 
is like being a tourist 
except more is left 
behind than what 
is brought back. 

Sometimes what 
you see in front 
of you might be 
what once was a dream 
that came true 
ready or not.

Music is travel 
through time, too-- 
for how could 
old Mozart still be 
frolicking here?


Details | Didactic | |

Be Yourself

The world will like to change you,
There are pressures all round you,
You must decide just who you are,
Then firmly hold your ground.

You've an image of yourself,
An ideal sense of you,
Add to this vision,
You must always struggle 
To be true.

You know what you're good at,
And you know where your talent lies.
But,if you're ruled by others,
Your uniqueness could pass by.

Remember,there's much to learn,
But all new things aren't good.
Wisdom lies in what you've learned,
And what you've to withstand.

So,be yourself,
And don't allow others to take control.
Preserving your identity
Is Life's most precious goal!!!


Details | I do not know? | |

Being A Mosser

I was a mosser
For many of years
Hard manual labor
Not what it appears

Sphagnum moss a life
For underprivileged some
A way to make a living
Not who you want to become

Working grueling hours
Amidst the dreadful heat
No indoor air condition
Gusts of wind your daily treat

Dealing with the elements
Biting insects and the rain
No cover for protection
Your body in constant strain

Filling orders daily
A deadline I must meet
Exhausted and in pain
As I try to beat the heat

Money received was fair
But not worth the endless pain 
Another day of misery
With nothing left to gain

So wise up I did
An education I did receive
Fleeing a “sweat shop” environment
Body deterioration unable to retrieve

Moving forward quickly
Physical strength I now possess
Exhausting hard manual labor
Was never the key to my success

© Stacy Lynn Stiles
 


Details | Free verse | |

ABC

ABC 

A---aaa---Aia is for amaryllis 
B---bee---Bee cause my ewe friend 
C---cee---Cee me not 
D---dee---Dee fray the cost 
E---eee---Eee feminineness 
F---eff---Eff is for fun 
G---gee---Gee eye still want ewe 
H---hhh---Aitch is for hell0 
J---jae---Jae is still for Jesus 
K---kae---Kae is for M.I.T 
L---ell---Ell is just for Love 
M---emm---Mmm is the sound my babay makes 
>.<  :D   <3  and the first letter of Mary 
N---enn---Enn is for Enjoy 
O---ooo---Ooo is the sound that I make 
P---pea---Pea is what we both dew. 
Q---quu---Quu is for my Querry 
R---are---Are ewe my patticake? 
S---ess---Ess is just for something 
T---tea---Tea is for The Test 
U---ewe---Ewe are what i want 
V---vee---Vee is still for ^V^iolet 
W---double u---Double u is for we win 
X---exx---Exx is for Exxmas soon to be ICI 
Y---why---Why is for the young ^W^hiteflower 
Z---zee---Zee is for ZLast Poem from CharlaX 


Details | Rhyme | |

We are Americans

We are Americans,
No other race.
We live in America,
No other place.
We speak English,
Not Spanish, not French.
So why oh why,
Must we give an inch?
It is not right,
It is not the American way.
Is not how we live,
Is not how we play.
Give us liberty,
Or give us death.
Is how it was written,
How it was meant to be.
We are the best,
Meant to be free.
Not Spanish, not French, not Chinese,
We are Americans, if you please.
If you want to be another race,
Then leave this place.
Give us back our land,
Give us back our space.
Give it back,
Or we’ll takes a stand
And send you packing,
Out of our land.


Details | Narrative | |

Untitled #63 / Commons

I suddenly remember! Here!
These very commons in which our physics class today
collects tiny manifestations of the laws that govern Nature
in the sunlight of the late morning 
smiles and laughs beaming from every face
Yes, here, not even one week ago
club music thumped through the empty midnight
bodies were packed tight, sweaty, bouncing to the beat
dreams were made and broken just as quickly
(mine was recycled)
a plastic punch cup, kicked, skid across the floor
rolling to a stop in a shadowy corner of the night
where even now, in the light of day, students’ works of art
are illuminated, set on display for passersby
But look! Now tennis balls bounce across all-color tables!
A blue metal chair set atop!
Will they collide?


Details | I do not know? | |

Me myself and I

   I've got me myself and I and there ain't no denying that when it comes to me I will 
never lie to myself. I will never make fun of my flaws and I will never spread rumors on 
myself because I know that I would never disappoint myself all I have is me myself and I. 
When I close my eyes at night I can hug myself because I don't need anyone else but me 
and family to make myself happy. I will never deceive myself, I will never flat leave 
myself. I would never deliberately hurt myself or pretend that I was being real to myself 
when I wasn't. I can always know that when I criticize myself that I am being true to my 
soul, body and mind. In the end all I have is me to strive for my goals and not let 
anyone get in the way of it. All I need is me myself and I, I don't need anyone else's 
harsh words to make me cry. I will have my own inside jokes that only I know. As I turned 
around and saw a girl staring back at me, She was everything I was looking for in a best 
friend. She had all the same interests and all the same styles, she understood me and 
never made fun of me and when I realized that it was me looking in the mirror a tear 
swept down my eye.


Details | Didactic | |

The Man Inside

Some decisions are not hard
Because there's no knowledge
Of what's right or wrong,
But because of the struggle
Of a free and selfish will.
This will can offer up
Sacrifices to the body,
Or render obedience
To the inner man.
The offerings of lusts
Feed the "want to"
Of the body.
It fights the man inside.
Holy renderings
Yield to God's Spirit.
He fights against the flesh.
Whoever wins depends on
Who the decision maker
Gives his will over to.
The body must be crucified,
And its deeds must be killed-
Else the spirit will die,
And the body will live.
For if the flesh is cultivated
Death and destruction grow;
But when the spirit is nourished
Everlasting life is present.


Details | Narrative | |

Untitled #67 / A test

Untitled, their works of art (?), their minds
pried to the paper, full-out concentrate
only a few sigh and rub their eyes
and lean back, hands overhead, yawns,
relaxed, reclined, restrained, now!
Headfirst diving into the test once more!


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #166 / v=0

v=0
----a=2 m/s2
Jones------bump----Smith
90.0 kg 80.0 kg
Jones bumps Smith!
Smith bumps Jones!
A third-law pair!
Ah, it is true she screwed me in the ass!
But I am screwing her in the ass!


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #168 / Gravity

If gravity is constantly pulling us down,
then what keeps us from slipping into hell?
Little invisible strings hanging from heaven?
or the floor beneath our feet!


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #228 / 2 + 2 #4

2x2x2 = 8


Details | Acrostic | |

Imagination.

Congradtulation on creation & salvation while the congregation gives explanation
of our nation as education to this foundation as frustration rocks the situation 
and the vibration gives separation to the revelation and realization of this
westernization and U.S.'s operation to add inspiration to this manifestation of 
private corporations & organization as they hide there procrastination and
interpretation that all is under investigation, as immigration's discrimination and
demand of proper identification to all civilization, merely a broad interpretation 
of the Bush administration and the daily variations of it's covert operation while
we sit with speculation waiting for an explanation or at lease a translation of
THERE constitution & THERE capitalization, which is just commercialization of 
cannibalization with determination with aplitude mutilation of misinformation, all
mind molestation, or brain masturbation this is globalization at it's finest, the
neutralization of all sensations, narrations of war & relation with no appreciation
for our imagination, we dream of normalization, dreamof revelation, and an end
to this desperation of this damnation, to restore salvation, bring transformation
to this population and peace to ALL generations.


Details | Rhyme | |

Heredity

when all truths shall surface will you stand brave by my side                
while ignorance still stands impervious to it,s pride
where no litenany or proven disgraces disrupt 
those who where it,s been shown are corrupt
our triumph will be conscience and humble worth
for it is written the meek and the earth
liars dancers prophets,from birth were crippled and mute
your tongue your stance your pros
you are the wind to piccolo or flute
i hear you playing can you play what i hear


Details | Free verse | |

Wake- Up Call

slow to gather my thoughts
as dawn breaks
awoken from a troubled sleep
where monsters prowled
and I hide

demons of the past,
demons of dimensions
intermingled, momentarily,
with mine
fear and bravery I show
sexual sirens of all shapes
do tempt me

cities and worlds shown
too awesome for
the wakened mind
words of inspiration
flow at the edge of wakefulness

many do not take dreams
as a thing of serious nature
poor fools, they miss so many
opportunities for
enlightenment

to be locked in this one dimension
is the real fallacy
the ultimate illusion
shucking truth for
hellucination
reality for fantasy

those who claim
this is all there is
see with a blinded eye
turned inward

those who sense
the movements, unseen,
about them
get a glimpse
of a bigger truth

it's only a glimpse-
a hint-a tantalizing sense-
but it's existence can not be denied
and all the natural wonders of earth
merely hint at
the wonders beyond

my life, I suppose
was merely an attempt
to gleam this new vision
and though my sight is poor,
my senses are enlivened

it's purely a natural progression
all go through-
but it's shocking to find
one who's been alive so long,
has but just now been awakened.


Details | Bio | |

My Future

Sitting here trying to figure out my future
Will amended plans enable me to achieve my dreams?
I’m sitting here late at night
trying to think things through just right
If I plan carefully, just maybe I can pull it off
All I know is:
the mainstream path I’m on clashes with my style
I’m overworked and under slept to the extremes
all in attempts to reach my high-aiming dreams
I need to achieve them for myself
because if I don’t then I am lost
I’ll have no idea what to do
I’ll have spent all these years in vain
I’ll have ignorantly wasted years of my life
wasting them all on pain for no gain
I’m wanting more than what I’ve already had
I’m wanting to live up to the standards and dreams
I share with Mom and Dad
I don’t want to let everyone down
or to give others the glory of gloating
I don’t want to prove the doubters right
I don’t want to disprove my supporters
I need this dream to become reality
or I won’t know what to do
I’ve harbored it within me for so long
it’s the only goal I’ve ever known
If I’m not meant to have it
then why has it been instilled in me?


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #224 / 2 + 2 #1

2 + 2 = 4


Details | I do not know? | |

Love Black and White

One’s black
One’s white
The world doesn’t understand
The love they share
Or the reasons why they love who they do
Only love isn’t nor should it be as simple
As the colors of a misguided world
Love is a tangled web of mangled art
The Picasso of human emotions
The beauty of existing in a world of circumstance
The mixing of the races began with the mixing of the worlds
 So many are upset by it, that they only want to judge
Don’t judge color or the one’s who love
Judge yourself and figure out what you’re afraid of
If you’re one of those who are visually challenged
Unable to see the beauty of being color-blind
Welcome to the new world
Where interracial relations isn’t one of a kind
But the norm
For a diversity embracing world~


Details | I do not know? | |

University Days (2005)


Lonely days at first
And then I burst
An emergence of a leader
A people picker and a brain feeder
Days when troubles were low
We just went with the flow
A big stretch to your mind and heart
A new life a new start
Great days every single one
Now those days have gone
I look back and think 
Those days just go in a blink


poemsbyrb@hotmail.com


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #225 / 2 + 2 #2

2 + 2 = 5


Details | I do not know? | |

Past Imprints (2005)

The past can not be often left behind
Slowly slowly the grave will unwind
Often the past is buried alive
It may dig up when you don’t expect it to arrive
Talk about the past and let it heal
Ignoring the past is a never ending wheel   


Details | Free verse | |

Love Bug

Dipsy Doodle was a bug,
That fell in love 
With a flea, lying on a rug

Dipsy said hug me flea
If you'd please...
Careful now bug, said the rug 

Or you'll find yourself
Laying just like me 
Holding more than just one flea

Well that bug kissed the flea
and exclaimed that's alright with me
The rug shook stating we shall see…

Poor Dipsy Doodle Bug 
should have listened to the rug
the flea viewed Dipsy as the Love Bug

Produced more fleas 
than there were arms to hug
Hate t'say I told you so said the rug


Details | I do not know? | |

Mr Rattighan (2004)

I wanted to study and you were the only one who gave me a chance 
You agreed at one glance
Other teachers said I would fail
And you believed that I would sail
 I knew my instincts were right 
But I had to go through a fight

You have taught me all I know
And I hold everything you gave me close 
You taught me to sail and row
And the day you went I froze.

Just before you passed away I told you that you were the best
You were always special to me and that will stay forever
And now I hope that you can peacefully rest


For my late teacher