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Details | Free verse | |

Elephant Leg

There’s a part of you 
I cannot see or touch.  

In the dark, alone, I know 
every curve of your body.  
I could sculpt you from memory.  
Each detail vivid in 
my mind’s eye.  

The baby nail on your baby toe.  
This neck that takes to kissing.  
I know the moment when your 
hip becomes belly.  
Just there.  

But there’s a part of you I 
cannot see or touch.  Hidden, I want to 
know it all the more.  
Behind your eyes, inside 
your heart, that essential 
you, separate from this 
fragile tissue hanging, draped, over bone.  

I watch you move when 
you’re not looking.  
Standing, your toes curling.  
Twisting the end of your hair while thinking.  
Asleep, I know your breathing.  
You hold the morning cup like a chalice.  
Little lines around your eyes deepen sometimes.  

These things are pieces of a whole I ache to know.
This elephant leg obscured by sightless eyes can 
be anything.  Groping blindly toward
the totality of you, revealed in fits and starts.

This life of mine no longer turned inward.
Every day I have new discoveries to make.


Details | Rhyme | |

Threads

Did you ever wonder how things work in your head
How every thought you ever think is connected by a thread
Sometimes it’s just a little thing then somehow you are led
To something unrelated to something they just said

Let me illustrate - - -

My wife asked about the weather
And I thought, yea, I’m cold
I should get a sweater
Then I thought all mine were old
Then thinking about my closet
I thought about my shoes
Thinking they need polish
What color should I choose
But thinking about colors
I like the color green
Green makes me think of summer
And the places that I’ve seen
Then thinking about vacations
I thought about this cruise
That I took with my sister
Then I thought about the booze
And how much that had cost us
But what a time we had
Then I thought how much I missed her
And how that made me sad
And thinking about sadness
Made me think of winter blahs
So instead of a quick answer
I just sort of pause
And then I said I missed her
My wife just stood there blinking
She said that’s not what I asked you
My Lord, what are you thinking
There was no use my explaining
How I got to what I said
That somehow it’s connected
By one single little thread
So I just said I’m sorry
What were you saying hon
But she had this look of wonder
Her own thoughts had just begun

Mdailey	2/2/12

1st place in contest


Details | Narrative | |

Death Of The Saints

A cousin called the other day saying "Another cousin has passed away".

Well my husband said "How old was she.""

"Ninety-eight".

A stalwart woman who had served family and community well. Producing one child that 
became a missionary serving in a foreign land..

While talking the cousin asked "Did you know ______"?

My husband answered, "Well, I don't think that I knew them".

The cousin proceeded to tale this story.

"The man had been down with cancer for a while and passed recently..The funeral had been 
conducted and the hearse had gone on to the cemetary..The family car with the family was 
not to far behind..But when it pulled up, the wife of the deceased did not get out and the 
funeral home staff was gathering around..The funeral home director decided to go see what 
was going on ...."

The cousin said, " That this funeral home director told him". "That he had been in this 
business for thirty-five years and faced something that he had never had happen to him or 
any other funeral home director that he knew."

The funeral home director said, "When I got to the family car, I found the wife of the 
deceased had passed from a massive corornary."

She had said, "I don't know how I will live without him." She didn't have to learn. God called 
her home..

The roosters crow, the crows craw and are answered by the gobble of the turkey across the 
way..


Details | Free verse | |

Elevators: 5 Horsemen

Part 1

Onion

the delicacy of friendship

I found you in the flowers
Standing tall we become one
Looking down from gangly towers
Squash, you burn, you pillage, son.

Follow me you say in tongues
Thy shallow mind reveal me tell
Whisper lies clean load the guns
I feel the burn I rot in hell

Friend folly menacing the liar
I loathe this coffin how it leaks
Dear foe you raped me set on fire
The onion peal itself and weeps

Part 2

Traitor

dear monkey boy

Older eyes eat themselves,
glance and kill the other
Unified in the dance,
they steer the musty rudder.

Pained and sweeter deeper wells,
poised buckets drunk with water.
Singled out the one that dried,
handed weights to pull him under.

Wiser times capture the mind,
death justifies dishonor.
Knife slice neat through the devil's back,
who stares blank and milks the udder.

Part 3

Tempest

patron saint

Inside this box
Goodbye tempestuous fall
My puppet of steel coiled thread
Smashed buttons and twisted dread,
Alarm these doors, and
Escape this delusive bunker bed

Stamp the spiders
Thief, vulture of the deflection
The mocking patron of the sinners
Erase this affliction
Relating inward at the reflection

Rise you fool

Part 4

Phoenix

i love you

close the grip
cinched hematic grip
drenched, clawing
seeking the sheave
becoming the counterweight

i absorb, now
extracting the heat
rise like a phoenix
away to be gone to be free
fix me! i have fixed me

i am alive and i love you

Part 5

Aye, Damager

Abolish her state of disrepair
Scattered, spattered drippy thoughts
All around this box of soused leaves
Soak, ferment in the faith of our love

I can't fix this, you know
I loathe this misunderstanding
Of what I am speaking, projecting
To me, Aye Damager, to you

This devil in me
turned and twisted
A wrecked elevator in rejection
Years locked painfully aware

...


Details | Free verse | |

I Knew

There was a moment when
I knew.  
I knew when you played me 
The Proclaimers.
When you woke in terror, 
pacing and pale,
I knew.
When I fell asleep, and felt 
your hand on mine, 
I knew.
It was when I saw your pain, and
saw your heart begin to heal.
I knew when you sent me an email saying,
“I missed  you at the party.”
I knew when you spoke softly,
revealing regrets, doubts, and
hopes. 
When I saw the look of shock on your face
as the kite string slipped from your fingers,
I knew.
When you smiled at your daughter,
I knew.
You shared a poem with me,
and I knew. 
From the first moment I saw you,
I knew. 
I knew that I loved you in all your aspects,
and knew that I’d cherish every moment
we share together. 
I knew that my love for you 
would be renewed in each moment,
and that I’d discover the depth and breadth of you
every day, anew.  
I knew.


Details | Rhyme | |

Please don't let me do this !

     There might be
                    no returning
                                    once I've kissed another
     
     Don't make me create
                   a decision like this,

because temptation is all around

                   women tapping my arm
                                    in the crowd,

                   of horned legs
                                    lit cigs,
                                    hips, tits, and ass
                   and where are You?

                   doing the same?  (I know)

                    Seems unnatural
                                   but nearly habitual -
      
                                   A sort of Peacock  -  Rooster ritual
     Don't tell me
                                   to hold them
                                                              around by the waist

     (thinking of you all the while leaves such a bad taste)

     I my beer soaked untrue
                                      mouth,

     evaporation temptation
                                with red hot moves

                                      down south,

     Please re - consider

     and I'll meet you for coffee
                                         instead,

     Please call me
          and reassure my caffineated

           screwed up head 
                                                (don't let me do this)...


Details | Rhyme | |

How Many Mornings

     will I awaken
               tears?
     struggling, uncomfortably
                          adjusting to fears:

               change - stagnation breeding boredom
               acceptance - realization that it's over
                Self - knowledge that I must face
                truth - she's found another lover....

        discheveled droopy drawers
               howling down on all fours,

         drinking
  under table,
         walking
  though unable,      I

vanish
                                  in the wind.

Symbols of the ways
  that I have wrongly sinned,

Against my inner portrait
  Image with no mirror,

A painted picture of the soul:
  UNDESIRABLY SUPERIOR

         to the one you primp
                      and pose for,
         for vanity's sake:
                                      take yr daily dose
                                      of annihilistic rape!

Yr outer - woven
                 cloven hoofs
                                     are worn and swollen

Better take yr beauty sleep
  before Time has it stolen...

So wash yr guilty 
   wants with lie,
and scrub yr yellowish heel,

rinse yr drydrunk unconscious

and tip-toe at the wheel,

weave in
             out the traffic
and push the pedals hard,

to erase the dividing lines from memory

without a spoken word...


Details | Free verse | |

Essence Of Her Human Spirit.

Her song carried out in sweetest rapture notes so pellucid
Breathe of them in listened serenity…

Her eyes show the portrait of what truly exists within
A subject of assiduous study…

Bearing witness her ears chronicle every touch of moment
Append her the whisper of ardor…

Those thoughts build stairs to the threshold of her mind
Scale its heights with pure intent…

One unsullied heart in pash heated spirit given to me freely
Held amorously it becomes my own…

I enter her arms into the gateway of tender adoration
Where I sleep safely in serenities peace…


Details | Alliteration | |

Cheater's Chair

A destructive dance indeed,
betwixt the two we bleed.
A bellowing, bloody abate,
this stale, seductive state.

Simple, senseless steeds,
jealous fires feed.
Perjuring petty plights,
demons do delight.

A crimson, cheaters chair,
awful angers air.
No trust, truth or taste,
wallowed wantons waste.

Envious, eager eyes,
rejoicing a wrathful rise.
Coveting, careless couth, 
yesteryear's eager  youth.


Details | I do not know? | |

WHO AM I BY NAME ALONE

written 10th Aug 2013



I am God's child, first and forever
I am known by many different titles, a daughter
I am a wife
I am a mother
I am a grandmother
I am a poet
I am by several ways, known as a sister
I am an acquaintance
I am a loyal friend
I am a stranger
I am a cousin
I am an Auntie
I am a niece
But who is this person, they all call "Denise?"

She is a child to God
She is a niece
She is a cousin
She is a stranger
She is a loyal friend
She is an acquaintance
She is known to many, a sister
She is a poet
She is a grandmother
She is a mother
She is a wife
She is known as a daughter to many
She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be....
She is happier than she ever imagined possible
SHE IS "DENISE"


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Wedding

Sometimes things are up,
And sometimes they are down,
Sometimes black is white, 
And sometimes it is brown.
All the rivers flowing,
Back to the sacred sea,
All the monkeys climbing,
Up the very same tree.
You think you know a lot,
Think you know it all,
But the autumn leaves are falling,
At the north wind's lonely call.
The thinking of the meaning,
The reasons lost and gone,
At last the place is ready, 
A vacant holy throne.
The emptiness that fill you,
Fills you from inside,
Is the treasure you are holding,
The bridegroom's holy bride.
And now the north wind's blowing,
Blowing down the Way,
And now we sit here waiting,
For the bridegroom's wedding day.

more at http://labyrinthoflies.com


Details | Rhyme | |

Bruised Kisses

What makes a man 
Want to take power from his wife?
Who is the man 
That sits and plots to take her life?
Where is the man
I once married without strife?
As the years pass me by 
I realize why he should envy
As time, courage, and wisdom pass him by 
Because he wanted to discredit my integrity
For the American Dream I accepted less 
I accepted him
 Much less than the Lord obliged
For an image that I was now complete 
I secretly sat in a corner 
Where only the Lord 
Would hear my cries 
Bruised kisses once described 
The torture I endured 
Freedom and time 
Have healed my pain
Dependence on God
 Has allowed me to stay away 
And un-bruised


Details | I do not know? | |

The Women



The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)



Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.



They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.



You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.



You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.



You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.



Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.



I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.



I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.


I salute you!



(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)






Details | Rhyme | |

A Very Inviting Temptation

A Very Inviting Temptation! I remember of a particular situation. I was offered a very "inviting" temptation. The situation I was in... I didn't belong! And lost any sense of "right and wrong." At first... I felt no guilt or shame. And brought embarrassment to my family's name. I tried to explain this to my wife and kids. I heard; "Dad... please... no more fibs!" The Godly principles were "tossed to the side," As the sin inside caused arrogance and pride. Soon, all in my life that truly mattered... Was gone! My life was empty and shattered! I was sorry for all of the problems I caused! This time... I took a moment to pause. I cried to God to rescue me from my sin. I confessed! Would God help me once again? I read in the Bible of Jesus’ grace and love! This time the help I needed had to come from above! I asked him for a fresh and brand new start. He removed the stain from a broken heart. He restored to me the joy I once had. I'm so blessed! Jesus has made me glad! Jesus is the reason I'm here today! I LOVE HIM more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rondeau Redouble | |

Goodbye Johnny Walker

Goodbye Johnny Walker
Joanna Davis


I swear I’m in a nightmare
I know it’s some bad dream
this craving for the deadly juice
is nothing new it seems
Our life is one long quarrel, 
a battle no one can win
Am I paying a kind of penance,
for some past life of sin?
I won’t put up with this forever
the smell or wavering gait,
If I stay with you much longer,
I’ll surely be tempting my fate
A soul that’s soaked with liquor,
with breath to ignite a match
But your handsome looks so deceiving
I naively believed you a catch!
You’ll promise it’s the last time,
say you’re done… that it’s the end!
But in me you see a nagging wife,
while in the bottle - a comforting friend
Tell me exactly how, I can win,
or compete with something so pure?
What kind of psychological jargon,
would even up the score?
This demon is so elusive,
someone, somewhere, please advise me
What spirits will finally convince you
to seek your desired sobriety!



Details | Rhyme | |

Healing Can Only Happen When the Pain Is Gone

Healing Can Only happen,
 When the Pain is Gone!

Healing can only happen, when the pain
 and damage are gone!
It can only come about, when there’s
 no “lists” of wrongs!

People need to move ahead, and put all
 of the past behind them!
And seek God’s forgiveness, 
so his grace can find ‘em!

Too many carry a load of sorrow
 and grief that they can’t afford!
They need to bring everything to Jesus,
 and make him their LORD!

How can we experience healing,
 if the suffering is still there?
How will we ever be able to love others,
 and truly care?

May we all seek the kind of healing,
 that only Christ can bring!
May we allow him to remove
 all pain and suffering!

Jesus…  We need your healing now!  More than ever before!
It is your love that we must learn
 to treasure and adore!

Please come now and refresh us with your awesome love!
The sweetness of your Holy Spirit, is a gift from above!

Thank you God!  The pain is gone and the healing has come!
All praise, glory and honor to Jesus!
 God’s anointed son!

By Jim Pemberton   10/19/13


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm Not the Kind of Person God Wants Me to Be

I’m not the kind of person I need to be! There’s too many problems inside of me! I’m not the kind of person you’d want to know… I’ve too many worries and a troubled soul! I’m the kind of person who has a lot of stress! Lately, my life has been one big mess! I’m the kind of person who doesn’t have a friend. You listen to me now… But may never see me again! I’m the kind of person who’s gone through pain! I wake up some days, and don’t even know my name! I may not be the kind of person you’d want to be around. I may get discouraged, and “get you down.” I’m the kind of person who’s giving Jesus a chance… I know he loves me! Whatever the circumstance! I’m the kind of person who needs a lot of prayer! I know that God listens! And is always there! Please help me Jesus! That I may be set free! May it be your love that others will see! Thank you Jesus! For being my savior and friend! You’re someone that this person can always depend! I’m not the kind of person that Jesus wants me to be! That’s why I need more of HIM! And LESS of me! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Crystalline | |

A Wedding Vow, Too

To be but also being too
To being two or to be one, too.


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 | Alliteration | |

Wasteland of Shame

Bound by blame, broken by blight,
Scarred by a stolen satire,
nuzzling necrophiliacs within the night.

Tangled in torment, tied untamed,
blemished by the blasphemy,
of never speaking your name.

Shackled in sin, shredded sovereignty,
dealing death’s doses,
murdering you and me.

Cuffed with candor, calling our crimes,
to an impetuous enslavement,
tortured through time.

Set me free, to flee this fool’s game,
where we're always left wandering,
in this wasteland of shame.


Details | Ballade | |

She worries so much

She worry’s so much

She worries in case he’ll leave her
In her crazy kind of mind
Old memories they haunt her
And now they’ve made her blind
She does not see reality
She’s living in a dream
She’s built herself a nightmare
It’s just the way it seems.

She doesn’t see him laughing
And singing all the time
And how he is so loveable
And writes her lovely rhymes
How he cares so much when she is down
She never see those things
She sees the horror in her mind
That her thoughts so often bring.

When will she ever see him?
The way he really is
He’s wrote five thousand poems for her
All filled with loves sweet bliss
But is it not too late for her
When she lives back in the past
The damage done by foolish acts
It be so very vast

23 July 2013 @ 1250hrs






Details | Narrative | |

Lest Ye Be Judged

Two men were standing in a public park hugging each other, with their heads lying on each other’s shoulder.

A man and his wife passed nearby saying:  “You guys make me sick.  Just because you won the right to get married doesn’t mean you have to flaunt your abhorrent behavior in front of everybody else.  Take it to a room and get your disgusting sin out of my face.”

The two men broke apart, said something to each other and then walked in different directions; one slowly away from the couple who had spoken and the other towards the couple.

As the man approached the sneering couple with contempt in their eyes and hatred in their hearts, he gently said: “That man just received word that he has terminal cancer and has less than one year to live.  He is not sure if he has the strength to tell his wife and children his sorrowful news.  I am his priest and was merely trying to comfort him.  You two need to re-evaluate your feelings toward your fellow man”. 

He walked away with a tear in his eyes, for several reasons.


Details | Rhyme | |

Our Mind Is The Devils Hiding Place

I asked my wife to stop living In a world that's just(me,me,me) So she could get a glimpse of a different world That she could never see For the first week or two it really seemed to take effect Then I began to notice something From that slight case of neglect One day her anger raged As if she was "hiding the devil inside" I guess there was no place left for him Inside of her to hide I reminded her of that attitude She was useing with a flare That was when she explode saying, "I don't F'ing care" My heart was pierced and my words Could no longer flow I was a passenger in the car So I had nowhere left to go The car went silent Not a single word was left to be said Though I sure had plenty words Bouncing around in my head Then she said "Why are we arguing? "I really hate fighting with you?" With a smile :o) I said "It's the devil" "And that's what he wants us to do!" As I sighed to release the anger That was brewing up inside I realized my heart was a sacred place Where the devil,just can't hide
Dannyboy Kearley:10-31-12


Details | I do not know? | |

The Nameless - for South Africans of all colours who fought for freedom


The Nameless


Slipping through the sieve of history,

the nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are roads renamed, nor monuments built.

Not for the nameless are songs sung, nor ink spilled.

The nameless rest.

Their silent sacrifice,

quiet ordeal,

muted trauma,

remain interred,

amongst their remains.

The nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are doctorates conferred, nor eulogies recited.

Not for the nameless are honours bestowed, nor homages directed.

The nameless rest.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

in every step that we tread.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

for their spirit is not dead.


“Your name is unknown, your deed is immortal”
- inscription at The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier WWII in Moscow


Special thanks to my dearest elder sister Tasneem Nobandla Moolla, whose conversations with me about life as a non-white person growing up in pre and post-Apartheid South Africa prompted me to write this dedication to the countless, nameless South Africans of every colour, whose sacrifices and dedication in the struggle against Apartheid tyranny must never be forgotten.


My sister’s middle name ‘Nobandla’ which is an isiXhosa name and means “she who is of the people” was given by her godfather, Nelson Mandela, my father’s ‘best-man who could not be, as Nelson Mandela was unable to-make it to my parent’s wedding as he was in jail at the time in the old Johannesburg Fort. This was the 31st December 1961.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Missed it-One day at a time

One day at a time
With the delusion of anger,
falling from my eyes,
The veil of bitterness,
Torn from the one I despised,
My heart withers in my chest
The spell that cast a shadow on this beauties shimmering frame
That hid a wonder a mystery this woman bearing my name.
I cannot believe I’ve lived alongside you for so long
And missed the chorus of a lover’s  refrain.
We like strangers in the night
Ships passing by on a foggy sea,
Have rediscovered each other again,
Fearful yet wanting, the task ahead daunting,
Forever changed by the crimson stain,
Leaving us equipped in ways we can never explain.
One day at a time, we live for these moments,
One day at a time, is all we are given,
And by the grace of God our one day at a time will turn into memories
That we will share over a lifetime.


Details | Ballade | |

Those sweet little things

Those sweet little things

We’re sitting in the living room
The TV droning on
As I just sit there dreaming
Or write a little song
My lady she’s just sitting there
With a crossword or a game
An attentive look upon her face
It’s every night the same.

And yet, you know I worship it
All the time we spend together
One moment in her company
It could go on forever
All filled with peace and harmony
It’s the sweetest thing on Earth
Just sitting in that living room
It has, for me such worth.

Once I was a doubter
Of the very best things in life
My boredom caused much trouble
And gave me so much strife
But now I know it’s the little things
They’re what life’s all about
It took me such a long, long time
But now I’ve found this out.

23 July 2013 @ 1905hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

America Is Being DESTROYED From Within

 

As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being “disintegrated.” Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force… It’s no wonder much of this country is way “off course.” The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a “spiritual separation.” Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a “thing of the past.” Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It’s only God that can meet all of our needs! He’s our provider… The great: “I am!” Won’t you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!” Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Haiku | |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


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Windows Of Gold

Windows of gold shone bright from the garden
The mist sits hovering on a slight white frost
The fox tracks in the frost visible, without a pardon
A blackbird and his wife sitting on the fence looking cold and lost.

The sun rises the windows reflect the coming cold winters day
The blackbird has spied the fox, so he’s not hopping down
The fox appears, hungry; he is after some new fresh prey
They spy each other the blackbird so black and his wife a dull brown

The fox sits he’s waiting a while, he appears to be in no hurry
The blackbird and his wife watch, with their heads on one side
Chattering away a flap of wings to say, we’re safe we need not worry
The fox just waits he watches blacky and his wife, and the fox her, he espied.

The sun rose high the golden window disappears and turned to dull black
The fox stands, he shakes his head, and he turns to walk away
The brown bird now happy the fox has gone hops down, she doesn’t look back
She hears her husband chattering; too late the fox has his breakfast for the day.

As the sun rises it shines on the windows that began as burning gold
A new day has started with new hope and promises anew
Never turn your back on the lessons learnt and common senses untold
The fox is waiting he needs to eat and his prey could be you.

© 8/12/2012 ~GG~


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The Twenty-Mile Block Walk

I remember
It was the longest walk of my life
I was tired of running
Nothing really mattered anymore anyway
So I had a friend drive me down to Los Angeles 
So I could turn myself in at the Prison Gate
He dropped me off about a block away
I had stashed some things up inside of me
So I could come up once I hit the yard
So every step carried with it
A certain amount of physical pain
But nothing compared to the pain inside
As I walked I was thinking about my wife and kids
At least I was sparing them the sight
Of watching me get carried away in handcuffs
AGAIN
I was so tired
I hadn’t slept in days
And from Northern California where I lived
To the prison in Moreno Valley
Was about a 14 hr drive
But Harry and I were so spun out it took us a couple of days
Anyhow
I was walking along 
Empty as a grave waiting on a casket
Hollow as a tree full of termites
So sick of it all that I couldn’t wait to get into my cell
And I started thinking:

With each step along the way
Each has its own price to pay
All the things that I now feel
They have broke down my will
Turn myself in and get it done
These guards will know I’m spun
Is this how far my life has fell
Leave my family to go to hell
I really just wanted it all to end
Get out sooner if I turn myself in
Legs felt like million lbs. weights
20-mile block to reach that gate
With each step desperation grew
Because my very soul was torn into
Just keep on walking and get it done
Jesus Christ fool turn around and run
I knew the guards, which was no surprise
Hell we’d spent years telling each other lies 
Final thought of my walk that day
Last time I’m going out this way
Funny, the end of one walk is where another begins
Thats why as I stepped through the gate I had to grin

Written for Constance's contest. This walk
from my friends truck to the Prison gate
was about half a block but seemed like an
eternity. My wife and Parole Officer together
talked me into turning myself in. In short, that
walked sucked really bad, never again! God Bless
mj


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The Ugliness Of Divorce


My parents taught me the Christian ways.
I was taught to obey what the Bible says.

I was proud of my parents!  I really was!
And loved them so much…  Just because!

They meant everything to me!  I was proud!
Until one day...  There appeared “a dark cloud.”

It was like a “darkness” hovered above.
Leaving their marriage empty of needed love!

Though they were together many years.
There were many cracks that soon appeared.

I say a once happy home soon destroyed.
Being with one another….  They no longer enjoyed!

How could this happen! I had wondered…
To see a happy marriage “totally plundered

As sin crept in...  And allowed to prevail.
Very soon this marriage simply failed.

May this be a warning for me and you…
That our commitment remains faithful and true!

If your marriage is heading toward separation…
Please seek God for a healing and restoration!

If your planning to have a divorce..
Jesus’ love can put it on the right course!

He can replace the brokenness and hurt within..
And can put your lives back together AGAIN!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Romanticism | |

Passion

Two people	
Animal lust
A firm embrace 
A kiss
My wife


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Candle Silhouettes

For every beginning
Why must there be an end
Shadows creased where whispers cease
Memories bristling past me
like a Mediterranean love affair
Jasmine wisps of your unbridled hair
Brushing my face in waves of azure
Eyes locked so hearts could endure

The bed is made
But your impression is still there
Soft and tangible, subtle yet indelible 
Candle silhouettes where laughter lit
Fiery portraits of passion’s first kiss
The intimacy of a beauty we shared  
Eternity embroidered on your pillow top
Undisturbed promises that I never forgot

I sometimes call
Unsure of what to say or do
Cradling you in this immortal room 
As cisterns of sorrow spill unwrapped perfume
Where burnt cinnamon candles have beaded cold
Next to the Venetian lamp, by your widowed phone
Hoping somehow…someway
I won’t wake-up alone 


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Paper Thin

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
For kicks is why I do it now.
You tell me to love but I never knew how.
Our feet hitting pavement,
We spent the day in sunny California with sun kissed skin.
I’m learning to forget and how to fade scars,
And you let me let myself down so hard.

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
And now I just do it for smiles,
We’ll never see flower girls stumbling down aisles.
I’d lose my head just before that chance,
But if you want we can still have a first dance.
Cause I think I say things that I don’t mean,
Once upon a time you meant the world to me.

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
But I’m trying to refrain,
To make this not all end up in vain.
Maybe I can learn to love like some people do,
And you can learn to love yourself a little too.
Or it is in all fairness to let this go?
I guess we can try but then we’ll never know. 


Details | Couplet | |

Life is an Aventurous Squirrel Run

I have my Hubby’s steadfast belief in me.
He loves how my poems are light and airy.
He’ll give me an idea once in a while…
Then he escapes to come back, later to read my new child.

He calls these run-throughs a squirrel run.
For they can take off in directions, yes, any one.
Crazy thoughts become crazier still…
And story time leads to god knows, where they will.

My thinking is kind of like chasing around a tree.
You never know where the end will be.
But somewhere I eventually become truly still.
And that is where my Hubby adds into the trill.

Then the squirrel run begins again…
Light and fluffy and full to the brim.
Each day a new adventure... waits around the bend.
Live it. Love it. Write it... You'll be happier in the end.

Contest: Emotion: Squirrelly and fun   CSEastman


Details | Blank verse | |

Biting my Tongue Again

My tongue
has no more blood; 
no tissue to slide through my teeth.

I have bitten my tongue
so long
my message deflates beneath.


©  2011  ~JSLambert Esquire


Details | ABC | |

AlphaBet Constructs 3 2 1

Alphabet Constructs 3 2 1

Annotated Achilles amends fallen frame amputees

Bulimec Barbies browse media monkey banalaties

Cameo clouds cling to beaded breath curios

Dopamine dreams dilenate check cash desires

Echo endorfins eulogize bullet brain excrement

Fecal folly fantasies reveal relevant frivoloties

Gonadial grownups gulp secret scrotal generosities

Helical hemorriods hinder senior stricken hemocraps

Idiotic ideals idioiosyncrate post partem iconoclasts

Jack Jill juxtapositories seek sexestential jouveniers

Kryptic killer kisses ascot arrogant kingdumbs

Liquid lipid loiners fear frontline lucklullibies

Malovent mommies masterbate rich reflective mommocules

Nevertheless nightengales nourich ruby rich noonbeams

Ovulatory occults outsource torrent tofu outrages

Pensive picses picnics lovelorny passions 

Queer quiet quintensials release rancid quotients

Rape ripe residuals nullify nimble reprocussions

Silky seafoam silohouttes fornicate frothy sandlets

Tepid torch trilogies belie beligerent tourniquets

Useless utterences utilize organize orgasmic utopias

Venimous vixens violate cruel.com visions

White willow wombs softly seed hospice hell winds

XY XX xfactors envision extracurricular xraydoms

Yearning yoyo yesterdays calculate clearcovert yeilds

Zen zealous zions mirror maginfy Zoneotones 


Details | Verse | |

Our Dream

We lay here,
alone with our thoughts,
together,
forever,
side by side throughout our life,
that is what we dream…


Details | Couplet | |

Valentine Romance

Valentines day is always something special to me, I explained. 
So I planned a romantic evening and got ready for my campaign.
The children were at a sleepover with their favorite friends they adore.
So I met my hubby as he came in, accidentally tripping and making him hit the door.
Thank God his head is hard as he hit that, the nearby TV, but very little more.
I made Cherries Jubilee as a snack while he sat there with an ice pack to his head. 
But before I knew it, I’d knocked it over and almost burned down the house instead.
When he finally put the fire extinguisher away…
I got up and got some of the kids’ apple tarts I had made. 
He bit in deep and burned his mouth, declaring he wasn’t hungry and the pain would fade.
Next he decided to go upstairs, but I had put rose petals down everywhere in spades.
And yes you probably guessed it… he slipped and ended up needing a little aide.
At this he decided to take an aspirin and lay down upon the couch. OH  HHWell…
But I knew the rest needed to happen above, to totally create this romantic spell…
I had to get him to the candles and bubble bath, where my romantic dreams still dwelled. 
So I got out some scarves and danced toward him, tying up his hands before he fell.
He never knew what hit him as he was lassoed and gently bounced up the stairs.
I guess I wouldn’t have had to tie his feet… a few words would have done as well.
But you know me when I get going, my mind tends to lose a few brain cells…
He was flustered, exhausted and bruised when he got there, but he’s made of the right stuff.
Though as I took off the scarves, he flopped on the bed pulling the covers over his head kind of rough.
He said he loved me, but living with me could be kind of tough.
He said it was better to leave it to him, for the romantic endeavors and such.
He said he had reservations and play tickets in his shirt pocket for later on that night.
But what he needed now was some aspirin and a few moments of quiet respite. 
So with a sigh he started snoring, and my romantic dreams were momentarily crushed.
I dearly love the man you know. But, do you think maybe I tried too much?


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If You Were

If you were a penny, I’d keep you in my front pocket every day.
I’d shine and cleanse you daily, washing all troubles and woes away.
If you were a diamond ring, on my finger is where you’d stay.
I’d shine the stone feverishly, parting all frets and worries astray.

If you were a novel, I’d place you at the very front of the shelf,
I’d tear out the pages of misery, and swallow the depression myself.
If you were as free as a butterfly, I’d cup you within my hands.
I’d whisper all my secrets, then release you from all commands.

If you were a painting, I’d pose you directly over so all could see,
I’d dust away the tears and guilt, inhaling the particles inside of me.
If you were a bronze statue, I would polish you until you shined.
I’d scour away the torment, and any melancholy I should find.

If you were a flower, I’d pluck the petals of bane from your life,
I’d water and feed you frequently, nourishing the roots of strife.
If you were an eagle, I’d admire your rare beauty from above,
I’d watch you slowly soar into the horizon, taking with you,
my heart, my soul and love.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Box of Hope and Dreams

I keep my dreams and aspirations,
stored away neatly in this box.
Tied off with a pretty pink ribbon,
secured tightly with key and lock.

And every time I feel like a failure,
I open it, so I can again feel alive.
Arms of dreams tightly surround me,
giving me strength I need to survive.

I’ve hidden this box in a secret place,
where I’m the only who can see.
A beautiful box of hopes and dreams,
finely sewn with love at the seams.

This box is opened quite frequently,
especially when we’re apart –
this rhetorical box of memories,
in perfect synch with each beat of my heart


Details | Free verse | |

I Have The Evil of You

I have the evil of you
Caught in my hands, entangled
Like the arabesques of Eden's vines
Just like paradise, but why should shame remain
Singeing like immolation of Peter's Inferno
These reddish-purple chains convolute myself
as the grapples shoot out from the clouds
both below, above me
The self-lovelust propelling 
You did this - these plagues
You drag me down - to your cage
Cadaver Vampire - I am your slave



Details | Rhyme | |

I Knew Someone Who Wanted to End It All

I Knew Someone Who Was Ready to “End It All!” I knew of someone who just wanted “to end it.” Giving up on life, and did not want to “defend it.” It was a heart wrenching and difficult situation. He said what he wanted to, with no explanation! I could see his face and the sad look in his eyes! What he was going to do next, was anyone’s surprise. He turned to drugs and encountered addictions. With this brought much disease and afflictions! He gave up on the wonderful family that was given. And turned to a pretty wild and crazy way of livin’! I told him about a God who loves him very deeply. As he listened, he began to grow restless and weary. I reached for his hand and began to pray for God’s power! It was a miracle! The blood of Jesus changed him that hour! The spirit of God brought healing and hope to his body! He was so excited! He rushed out to tell everybody! The “end” that he wanted, seemed to just fade away! For the son of the living God, changed him this day! The glory of God, and the power of Jesus’ resurrection… Changed him! And got him going in a NEW direction! He’s so thankful for the blood of Christ’ atonement! And is a different person now, because of that moment! This same Jesus loves and can do the same for YOU! Through the problems of life… He will see you through! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

WE

We have lost our sense of corporation.
We have lost our ability to cook together
Under the Sunday’s rain while Heaven is releasing
Its own design of living.

We have lost our sense of laughing after a long, long
Battle of making love during those sessions of naked photos After that difficult orgasm.

We have lost our feeling of self-worth couple
To go out and having a great time on goosing 
And walking under the cold night.

We have lost the letting truth of the
Shocking welcome of cheating and who is she or he
By the knowledge of God’s growth because
By the end of any given day we are going to
Understand from a penny a generation must vanish first.

We have lost our sweet dream, the games, the thrilled
Adventures as far as having a dream suggest nothing
Else than bullshits of being old.

We have lost our faith, our lifelong partnership of desire
For each other, we lost common humor and ground,
The easy complication of being again what we were
Before.  


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I Think of a Time When I Was Young


I can think of a time, when I was young.
I was growing up and having fun! 
I remember how excited I was to have a t.v.
There were my brothers, my parents and me!
I remember at about the age of ten.
My dad thought going to the theater was a “sin.”
There were many things 
that as young man…
 I later began to see, and understand!
My parents shared God’s love the best they could!
And I read the Bible and was trying to be “good.”
I had my troubles…  And problems bear...
But I had a family, and much prayer!
The truth of God’s word helped sustain me!
I knew how much he really loved me!
My parents, may seem like they were “old fashioned.”
They loved their kids!  With a Godly compassion!
I’m thankful to be blessed with a Godly love!
My family was a treasure from heaven above!
I think about today, and how things go wrong.
Many families don’t seem to “get along!”
I pray for the blessing of God, to bind them together!
May we all serve him!  Today, and forever!
His love must be the cord that binds!
His will must be the focus of our minds!
May the presence of God bind us as one!
Every mother, father, daughter and son!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

The Evil Elixir

He's up in the morning at 7 a.m.
Black coffee and paper. Toast and jam
His hair is perfection. His tie is secure
He's ready to take on the day

From home to the office, a 90 minute trip
Dumbass drivers and cell phone quips
Thoughts for the job that race through his head
To help earn himself better pay

A tiger by nine, he's doing just fine
Then noon brings a lunch that's followed by wine
From one until five he then starts to morph
When it's off to the bar for some more

A couple of shots with a beer back to boot
Three hours later he's got a full snoot
An illegal drive from the bar to his home
Now he can really tie one on

The morning sun shines on the man he should be
The evening brings a change by degree
The evil elixir turns man to a monster
With all sense of sanity gone


Rockman


For the "Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde" contest by Yasmin Khan

7th place winner.


Details | Rhyme | |

How to Invest in your Valentine Hours ?

How to Invest in your Valentine Hours ?


Daisies are Stubby,
Daffodills have a Spout,
Watch out for Cupid,
For He's Sure to be Out.

Poppies are Red,
Forget-Me-Nots are Blue,
Be Sure to get Flowers,
For your Little Missy-Sue.

Marigolds are Short,
While Sunflowers are High,
Chocolates are Sweet,
Prepare for your Cutie-pie.

Pink Pansies with Petals so Soft,
Lily of the Valleys that Smell so Sweet,
This Time and Day you Must Share,
Dinner on the Town will Be a Nice Treat.

Some Flowers like to Climb,
While many Others Seem to Crawl,
A Smile - Tight Hug with a Gentle Kiss,
Realizing your Efforts were Worth it ALL !


Written by William Arthur Tell

Lu 12:27 Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto 
you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.


Details | Lyric | |

Worlds Apart

Worlds Apart…

The words are in my head, but I don’t know what to say
And I don’t know where to start, we’re worlds apart…

So many years of love between us
So many days of joy we’ve shared
So many countless nights of passion
And now we feel the wear and tear
Can’t see through the wall between us
Can’t live through the endless fight
Can’t survive the pain or pressure
Close our eyes to the blinding light

The words are in my head, but still I don’t know what to say
And I don’t know where to start, because we’re worlds apart…

Seen through your eyes or through mine
I believe the picture looks the same
The truth is all wrapped up in lies
And neither of us can hide the shame
Not one of us better than the other
We both can read between the lines
With each day it grows much clearer
We both have seen the warning signs

The words are all within my head, but some things I just won’t say
And I don’t know where to start, we are worlds apart…

Another night of useless struggle 
As you now dream asleep at rest
And tomorrow come the morning
I will arise to another breath
And as another day of endless longing 
Begins to come alive in me
Still another part now weeping
Will fail to open its eyes and see

The words are all within my head, but I don’t know what to say
And I don’t know where to start, we are worlds apart…


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Half A Mind

I often wonder if I were to wander about
How often i'd fall into love or into doubt
Then she slips up and catches me again
Frees me as I ponder, just who have I been?

You could say darling, that I have half a mind
Cause the other one isn't mine to mind, yet
It was a startling find to be sure, oh to be sure
Of anything with her, her love my only cure!

Oh exclamatory sentences are fair game in love
War within went off without a hitch, like a glove
Honey because you had the other half, snatched
It right out from under my nose, and thatched
Together a right charming peace.



Details | Blank verse | |

to be alone

To Be Alone
Solitude brings peace but being alone brings restiveness, 
a longing for a voice even if it is a speak saying obvious 
utterances. Silence doesn’t make a man whole he needs 
to hear voices, to make sure we are not alone in a world 
full of noises, that means nothing for the basic needs of 
the daily. Simple things what’s for dinner tomorrow and 
if we do not listen carefully we lose love behind the words 
of domestic murmour as it often get lost in the world of 
thunder; if we lose the ability to listen out for the ordinary 
we lose the big picture, our loneliness becomes agonizing
a constant hum that only brings despair and unhappiness.     


Details | Light Poetry | |

Always

Walking with you all the way, because I missed you night and day. 
Holding your hand to help guide the way, in the light of the moon? 
Sunshine brightening our lives whispering ways, hold my hand, 
I want to be with you, up lift your soul in oh so many crazes. 
Hold you in my arms and remembering when our lives took us, 
Each to two separate places, what am I to do now? Eyes so clear, 
Pull your likeness... 
Closer to me now and cling to you at closed in spaces? 
Whisper in your ear that I have no grievances to spare, so come to me, 
Come to me now, I want you to be here, love me now, I have a life to share. 
The effects are rollin over our bodies, like it can’t decide, 
Caught in between here and taking you out to be the ride of your life. 


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What's Happening to Marriages Today

What’s Happening to Marriages Today?

I was listening to someone just the other day…
And I couldn’t believe what he had to say!

He had left his wife and children for another!
She was young enough to be his daughter!

Here they were, “in love” and holding hands!
Hoping to soon, get their “wedding bands!”

They were pretending that this was so “cool.”
Living now by their own “set of rules!”

How sick and disgusting this is getting to be!
Is this something that many can’t see?

God gave us Adam and Eve to become one.
To bear fruit through daughters and sons!

He gave us marriage as holy vows are made.
Not to march in an “adulterous parade!”

We are treading on very dangerous ground!
Faithfulness and commitment 
are scarcely found!

The very definition of marriage is changing!
As the family unit is always rearranging!

Our only hope is in Jesus!  And him alone!
Let’s promote his love! Into our hearts and home!

Let’s allow his love to be our heart’s glue!
And bring new meaning to the words; “I love you!”

May his love bind our hearts and lives together!
And remain faithful to each other forever!

By Jim Pemberton    


Details | Rhyme | |

I Am So Very Thankful

I’m So Very Thankful… I’m so thankful for everything the Lord has made... Everything he’s created… His beauty is displayed! I’m so thankful for the breath I have to breathe… Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave. I’m so thankful for the way God has made so evident. The principles of his word… Are so relevant! I’m so thankful for the beauty and glory he’s shown… It has brought blessings and healing to my home! I’m so thankful for the many things he’s done for me… He’s given me his love which flows abundantly! I’m so thankful that each day,.. Is another to live for him… He’s taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin. I’m so thankful that I can write these words from my heart. I know that he’s with me. And he’ll never depart! I’m so thankful that you’re reading what I’ve been saying… May this cause you to once again start praying! I pray that this same Jesus I know… Who’s merciful and kind… Will speak words of hope to you and give you a peace of mind. I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended. You’ll allow Christ to have your heart “amended.” Thank you Lord! For what you’ve done and are going to do… It’s another way that I can say “I LOVE YOU!” Thank you Lord! For all that I‘ve received and so much more… You’ve made my life complete… And are worth living for!


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An Unforgiven Tune

Scanting, ranting, seething persona provides –
the confinement and hatred inside you hide.
Screaming, steaming, aggressive overtones –
provide a key witness of a relationship unknown.

Shivering, quivering, the innocent will crumble,
to a raving lunatic with a malicious mad stumble.
Convicted, addicted, to the same vindictive game,
this romance conceived within lies and shame.

Silently, violently, cursing the call of creation,
vowing to avenge this marital bond castration.
Pawing, gnawing, at an open bloody wound,
strumming, and humming life's unforgiving tune.


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FOUR WIVES

A man had wives four in number
Yet sweet and peaceful is his slumber
Goodness flowed from the first in number
Yet turned he deaf to her sweetest number 

The fourth woman is his sweetheart
From whom he can never part
Provides her with best from mart
Yet she derides him in her thought

The third queen is a beauty to behold
He and she alone frequent parties I am told
He introduces her as “beautiful and bold”
Yet fears she’ll fly growing wings of gold

His second wife has sharp ears
His sufferings and sorrows she attentively hears
With her counsel extinguishes his fears
She’s been his staff throughout the years

In deathbed, he requested his fourth, ‘Give me company’
Bluntly she refused, “Sorry. You I can’t accompany’
His third wife told, ‘If you die I’ll marry again.”
His second wife told, “I can’t! From me you can nothing gain.”

When he battled with silent and secret tears
“I’ll come with you – have no fears”
His first wife’s voice voluntarily fell on his ears
He muttered, “Sorry sweetheart! I have wasted all these years”

In reality, every man or woman has four spouses
Soul, family, wealth and body you are called to espouse
Second wife - family or friends until grave will cry one with another
Third wife your wealth will immediately marry another
 
Your fourth wife – your body to dust she’ll return
Your soul – the first wife faithfully follows wherever you turn
Let nourishing your soul be your deepest passion
Is it profitable if a man loses his soul? – asks God of compassion.


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Broken Heart Street

Hopelessly lying, in a dying bed of depression,
miserably crying, while trying your confession.
Blackening walls, and halls of a fading youth,
Gruesomely calls, of gnaws towards the truth.

Fading beauty, so snooty to those content,
wailing a duty, sooty, those content dissent.
Towards a failing, unveiling of bloody torment,
concealing the name of shame, not so innocent.

So cheap, sinking deep, into a sea of emotion,
I weep, at the reap of sowing our lost devotion.
I shudder with stutter, at a marital decapitation,
you utter, like no other, at a romantic prostration.

A defile and vile odor is cast amongst the decay,
I smile in denial, as those lost lover’s betray.
Sinking deeply within, our sins have been fed,
doses of greed, they feed till all beauty is dead.

Take cover in the pain, remain emotionally numb.
Hide within the sin, wherein you succumb.
Tread the waste, and taste the defeat,
of a shattered, tattered passion down
on Broken Heart Street.


Details | Rhyme | |

THE PHONE CALL

  I called someone that I had worked with
  But, he was not there.
  I spoke instead to his wife at the time
  I guess I just didn't care.

  I was in a place called DEPRESSION,
  A sorrowful, dark, and deep kind of pit.
  Of course I never knew it at the time
  I just wanted to climb out of it.

  My friend's wife let me talk for a while,
  When all of a sudden she spoke.
  "Don't do it, Dan", was all she said
  On my own words I began to choke.

  "Do what?" I asked quizzically
  As I knew not of what she meant.
  "I know what you're thinking to do"
  Came her words like a jackhammer's vent.

  "I tried suicide once", she said
  "But someone found me after I took those pills.
  Only through their intervention,
  Was I saved from the Devil's will."

  She then proceeded to express to me
  That things need to be dark before they get light.
  I thought a great deal about it then,
  As I stayed up for most of the night.

  I realized that I would have killed myself 
  Had I not made that one phone call.
  If she had not answered the phone,
  I would not be here relating this to you at all.

  She made me realize that when things get bleak
  And you feel so fearful and alone.
  There is someone who is there for you
  And that light to me was once again shown.

  I don't know if she knows how much that call meant
  In keeping me alive to this day.
  I have written a little about it,
  In "Even Angels make Lemonade".

  Yes, she was an angel sent by God
  To answer my call that night.
  I have spent my life trying to rebuild from there
  Trying hard to make things right.

  I haven't been as successful as I wished
  In doing some of the things I wanted to do.
  But that conversation has helped me be unafraid
  To write this and tell it to you.

  I have done something I wanted to do
  And each time I do, it does my senses excite
  You see, I now put words down for others
  And hope they read what I write.

  It matters not if they like my words
  Or the emotions that have made them flow.
  I only want to help someone else as she did
  Over a silly phone call...that night so long ago.
  


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Poetry About Poetry

Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows 
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs 
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp


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What's Done In Secret Will Come Out In the Open

What’s Done In Secret… Will Come Out In The Open! I’ve read God’s word, and it’s clearly spoken… What’s done in secret… Will come out in the open! I’ve been guilty of this, too many times! I never thought of it, to really be a “crime?” “Nobody’s watching” was the thought pondered… As my mind began to “explore and wander.” It didn’t take long for my life to go “off course.” By a powerful wind of temptation’s force! No matter how many times I took time to pray… This “secret” held on, and wouldn’t go away! I went to church on Sunday and prayed and cried. This “secret” remained, no matter how hard I tried! God told me, I was to give up what surrounded me! This was hard to do, but God was there to help me! Many things I thought I needed, to give me pleasure… Didn’t fulfill the love that God gave! An eternal treasure! As each day passes on… I want to humbly confess… I’m giving my life to God! He’ll take care of the rest! May the Lord Jesus stir a deep passion within… May it be my desire to be more like HIM! God is the God of yesterday, today and tomorrow! I’ve no secrets with him! No more shame or sorrow! Jesus is the Lord of lords! And the King of kings! He’s my lord and savior! My everything! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Light Poetry | |

wedding

A group of ladies by the stand pipe
While the tassa men play their tune
This is the lawa morning
I getting marry this afternoon

A bunch of foreigners clapping
And their mom drinking coconut water
They come from the Middle East
Because I marrying her daughter

My wedding suit hanging in the closet
Made by ram mohess tailoring
Riad gone for ice by the round about
And the family home busy cooking

Roger and them boys down stairs
Sugar bring out a case of rum
Shirley and rianna join the lawa
Dancing to beat of the tassa drum

They wouldn’t let me see her
My beautiful bride to be
And her family in the kitchen
Tasting curry goat and dhalpurie

They have she down by nazim in penal
Three days I didn’t get to see her
And Suzy calls to say they leaving
And junior driving the wedding car

Curry goat, chicken, alloo and channa
Curry mango and nice hot kuchela
And the best roti in Trinidad
From uncle Jap up in Marabella

Roger packing his fridge and freezer
Cause Julie bring some bee,s ice cream
The whole place buzzing with excitement
Today I marrying the of my dreams

Family and friends come from allover
Texas, New York, UK and Canada
Omg she looks so beautiful
Coming out the wedding car

Here she stands in next to me
The woman that will share my life
And today before god, friends and family
We become husband and wife

I feel happy, but still I’m very sad
Because I wish my father was here
But I know he is up in heaven
Looking down from somewhere


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Sociopathic Love

 Sociopathic Love


Don't worry before He’s done with you; He‘ll ravage you
Not just physically but through his words both twisted and firm
If you could only accept that he decides when the game ends;
You'd realize an escape is just as much of an illusion as the man you think you know

Nothing can save you from this game
The lies will roll off his chameleon tongue as he reflects everything you've shown him
He’ll pour metaphors filled with an elusive pitch; deep inside the intimate spaces that fill your head

He'll patiently watch your every move
As you squirm with denial and try to claw your way past the anger
Just as you desperately try bargaining for release
He’ll watch you drowned in hopelessness, lost without the reflection you saw in him

It's a game you won't even realize you've been playing until he decides it's over
He'll know every piece of you by then
Especially the pieces he easily replaced well you were mesmerized in your own reflection
He’ll move on to his next prey soon and only then will you'll start to awaken
He thinks you'll never find all the pieces he planted; you'll never be whole without him 

As his eyes trace the contours of your acceptance
He’ll know at the precise moment he's broken you
As he watches your will bend pliantly to his
Making you just another possession he never really wanted
Then he’ll finally release you out of boredom
Leaving you lost without the mirror you helped him create
Wondering why the piece’s you're picking up won’t fit back together the way they once did

It’s then you’ll realize that he never knew how to love
He’s found his pleasure in the games he plays
Pleasure that calms the jealousy he holds against the emotions that he's unable to feel
Allowing him to walk away without remorse; leaving his victim in their darkest moment 
He's become bored with the people that surround him and confused by his own existence           To him love is only a game used to occupy time                                                               Whenever he decides the time is right it's simple

Game Over


Details | Light Poetry | |

Absorbing

I saw you today On this day I feel new No longer blue, or sad or any of those emotions I sometimes have There was some forgiveness, in your voice Those words danced on the lobes of my ears I was quiet too the moment absorbing Then the tears You said, I believe you


Details | Monoku | |

cheater

she crucified my heart, while my mind was reborn.

written
09/07/2011

written by
Cecil Hickman

written for
Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~  
Contest Name Write it in one line, Please 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Day of Infamy

I can't imagine what goes through a girls mind,
As she lives grows and encounters the blues,
Looking for prince charming in the nick of time,
To carry her off on a journey that begins with two.

Most guys I know tremble at the thoughts of getting married,
They run hide say not for sale and crack other jokes for fun,
Guys think ball chain hang us now or let me be buried,
However with smitten heart they come with eyes fixed on one.

The day comes which the two have planned at last,
It seemed like forever this moment to arrive,
Hand in hand giving rings and vows shall they cast,
The Lord over them teaching them how to thrive.

Next stop vacation fun and the honey moon suite,
Then lessons of how to live together and pet peeves will spawn,
Moving on in their future we hear the pitter patter of little feet,
A home the lady will keep tidy while the man cuts the lawn.

Years will pass by and changes shall take place,
Children now grown and ready to leave the nest,
But the two remain in tact thankful for each other and new space,
Knowing it was God who helped them excel and pass each test.


Hebrews 13:4a - "Marriage is honourable in all,..."


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

away with me

Autumn rain impass
breaking heart of glass

languid disturbance
outside sin fans into a dance

inside breaking
outside forsaking

peaceful rest for the dead
or painful unending instead

turn away and shun this life
after the taking of my sweet wife

she was never mine
but for a time
she was mine in innocent rhyme


Details | Rhyme | |

Still In Love With My Wife


Still In Love With My Wife...

My son came to me with 
a question on his mind.
I said; “Not now son—
I just don't have the time.”
He said, “Daddy—are you still 
in love with Mommy?”
“Do you love her like you did when 
I was in her tummy?”

My eyes choked with tears; 
“Yes son I really do!”
“I'm in love with her...
and I appreciate you.”
“Daddy—will you always love
me like you do mom?”
“Yes my son—my love for you 
will always belong.”

I looked down and much to my surprise.
There were tears running
down my son's eyes.
He came running to me with arms wide open.
“Thank you daddy” were his words spoken.
I picked him up and gave
him a great big hug.
As I let him down, on my shirt I felt a tug.

His little arm reached up to grab my hand.
I knew that what I said,
he began to understand.
I love his mom so much—my wonderful wife.
She's been such a blessing-
a great part of my life!

By Jim Pemberton 



Details | Rhyme | |

I'm A Goddess

I'm a goddess
My flow is unspeakable
Not too many situations are infeasible
A goddess
I'm surely irresistible
Besides my persona the reason isn't invisible
A goddess
I'm gracious always
A real stand up woman the woman she don't play
A goddess
Courageous in all ways
Up against a man my heart will outweigh
A goddess
A woman with intuition
A passion for life and the quality of it's condition
A goddess
I'm a woman authentically
Progressively complexity, I love my femininity



Details | Free verse | |

Abyss

When I needed you the most - you disappeared.......crawling into the vast belly of this dark, cruel, prosperous world.....leaving me alone to face the darkness and despair, forcing me to find my own light, while you wallowed in your own defeat and misery. But yet I survived, and thrived and surmised it was coming. You will always be a coward who walks the path of convenience and suffers silently for choices you regret. Forever regret, serving yourself a vicious serving of self-loathing daily. One day the darkness will succumb to the light, and the beams will shine upon your old, weak and weary face – but I won’t be there to share the warmth, nor will I celebrate the birth, I will remain distant and far………forever remembering your abandonment…..and forever will I not look your way; this stranger who now surfaced from the darkness, only to find himself sinking back into his dark abyss of loneliness and lost dreams.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Embrace Me

EMBRACE ME…
IN MY MIND I TRACE BACK THE TIME
DAY BY DAY AND WEEK TO WEEK
ONE MONTH TO THE NEXT AND SLOWLY
ALL OF THE YEARS THAT HAVE PASSED; EMBRACE ME

SO MUCH TO CAPTURE IN A SINGLE VERSE
SO MUCH FOR THE BETTER THAN FOR THE WORSE
THINKING BACK TO OUR VOWS TO EACH OTHER
AND HOW FOREVER HAS REMAINED WITHIN OUR REACH
SO MANY DREAMS, SO MANY DESIRES
THAT THROUGH THE YEARS HAVE NEVER FADED
AND ALL OF OUR PROMISES AND ALL OF OUR WISHES
CONTINUE EACH DAY TO EMBRACE US
AND HOLD US FIRMLY SIDE BY SIDE…

IN MY HEART I TRACE BACK THE TIME
DAY BY DAY AND WEEK BY WEEK
ONE MONTH TO THE NEXT AND EVER SO SLOWLY
ALL OF THE YEARS THAT HAVE PASSED; EMBRACE ME
AND EVERY ONE OF OUR MEMORIES
AS WITH EVERY EMOTION THAT FLOWS THROUGH ME 
PART OF THE PATH TO OUR ETERNITY..


Details | Rhyme | |

The Old Warrior's Day

When his six bucks are gone,
His belly warm with beer,
Comes his time of day,
The time he always does fear...

It's off to nowhereland,
His dank basement apartment,
No lovely suburban home,
This is what life deemed is his compartment

Nineteen inch T.V.,
Three beers in the "fridge",
A half a bar of cheddar,
Two pizza slices,
An annoying head buzzing midge...

He sits on the edge of his bed,
Which also is his couch,
In this one room nightmare,
His shoulders visibly slouch

Of one thing, he is grateful,
That his wife never saw him such,
He has few blessings to count,
He just doesn't have that much...

But things interest him not,
He lives deep within the past,
And of all the things he's got,
The one most treasured thing,
A picture of his wife and him...
To those old memories he does  still cling...

Yes, this "Old Warrior" still fights his war,
Not against some international crime,
This old warrior's battle,
Is against the tides of time.


Details | Rhyme | |

Many Families Are In Difficult Situations

I’ve seen many families in difficult situations!
Often ending up in lies and false accusations!

I’ve seen many families stray way off course…
And tragically, often, end up in a divorce!

I’ve seen the hardships that many families endure.
Their faith has often been shaken. 
 That’s for sure!

I’ve seen many families trying to give 100 percent.
And then wondering where all of their time went!

I’ve seen all these things happening
 and much more!
I have wondered; “what is all of this happening for?”

I’ve just one thing to say in this “chaotic confusion.”
Only the blood of Jesus gives
 any hope or solution!

It’s only in his word, we’ll find a godly direction!
His Holy Spirit can give true and loving correction!

May we seek his spirit to bind us all together!
And pray for his blood for our protection forever!

Please come Lord Jesus, and refresh our soul!
We need you right now, to make us whole!

Please touch our heart, and make us all one!
And heal every father, mother, daughter and son!

Please help us to watch what we’ll do and say!
You can turn our darkest night
 into the brightest day!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Couplet | |

Madly Iridescent

Madly Iridescent By Rick Rucker My wife had told me about her boss, That, to not meet her, would be my loss, I stopped by to see my Honey, Something silly, like to give her money, She said, as long as I was there, She would introduce me to “Mad”, in her office, there, Madeline was her real name, Around my house, she had some fame, My wife was willing to offer a bet, That Mad could walk on water, without getting wet! My wife was not given to hyperbole, But she was understating, to a great degree! Mad was wearing a necklace, and rings, I furtively tried to see if she had Wings! Not mere flattery, She had more power than a battery! It was impossible to define, But I was intoxicated, and I had not drunk any wine, On that day, my Life was changed, All that I had built, was rearranged! Feeling like a scene from “The Bishop’s Wife,” She became, what she called, “my second wife,” Mad played “Dudley”, the Angel that had been sent here, To show the way, the path clear, She and I were completely Platonic, But for me, she was a tonic, Her contagious effervescence, And her Magical iridescence, Changed my Life for all time, Awakened feelings, so sublime! Though I am of this Earth, She multiplied my feelings of self worth, Mad moved away, my wife died, Over both things, I have cried, But she made me more, Than I ever had been before, Her memory kept me going through the darkest night, With that Otherworldly light, Perhaps, her job here, To get me through, the Loss and Fear, To keep me looking for what I have found, The most glorious Love around! And when I meet my Ultimate Fate, I know that there will be a guide, at the Pearly Gate, Of Pure Spirit, an Angelic essence, With that Heavenly iridescence!


Details | I do not know? | |

For My Husband

I love you for being my husband.
I thank you for all your love.
I thank you for being there,
A special person sent from above.
I thank God for sending you to me,
For giving me a life with you.
And our children he entrusted me.
Your acceptance, guidance and care,
Given so unconditionally.
Together with my love and certainty,
Give us so much to share.
I feel a special bond not there before.
It gets stronger every day.
Making within me such awesome happiness,
My heart longs to soar.
I know that I am not always perfectly undoubting.
We both have our failures and imperfections.
I think, however, our short comings and trials
 Build between us stronger connections.
I believe that God has brought us together,
Because each has a lot to offer the other.
You, as the father and husband,
And me, as the wife and mother.

                                                                    Summer Gratias


Details | Rhyme | |

Happy Holidays Or Merry Christmas

What if Christmas wasn't here? What if Christmas disappeared? Whenever December came... It just wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? The true meaning of Christmas would be in danger! If this happened... There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t have Christ' peace and tranquility! It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” For fear they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Villanelle | |

LOST AND FOUND

To lose one’s faith is such a great disaster.
Life falls apart, disintegrates, and dies.
Climb back again. We have an amazing Master.

A man I know lost faith, and his life’s design.
He gave up hope, and took to pity’s resign.
To lose one’s faith is such a great disaster.

He broke a heart, a marriage, and kept the kids
But shredded them too, for lack of vision’s skids.
Climb back again.  We have and amazing Master.

His wife forgot her passion for truth’s wild fire,
And wandered, lost, into world’s framed by desire.
To lose one’s faith is such a great disaster.

But God was on her case.  He never left her,
And brought her longing heart within His spur.
She climbed back again to her amazing Master.

The tale goes on, for the children need to know
Why father’s fall had made them suffer so, 
Why losing faith is such a great disaster.
Climb back again.  We’ve such an amazing Master.


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 | Rhyme | |

Cover Me

Whilst I wither, as you wear me down,
There’ll come a day I will sport no frown.
I’ll dance for life; the trumpets will sound,
You’ll see in death that I’m still around.

Whilst you whistle, and sing this tune,
I’ll rise again, your hatred did not ruin,
the life in me, that did expire too soon,
blood you spilled, shadows the moon.

Crimson shades devour a precious time,
two hearts in synch within a lovers rhyme.
Casting adornment we continued to climb,
a wretched torn cord of blood and grime.

Whilst you wander, in search of your way,
I’ve battled and struggled, alone I stay.
The darkness it dwells, teasing its prey,
taunting my strength, this darkness I obey.

I kneel before him; he’s gained my trust,
this dark, blackened heart tis’ near a bust.
When this darkness to you seems unjust,
please cover me with love before I turn to dust.


Details | Rhyme | |

What Kind Of Life Have You Been Spending


You know that another year is ending. What kind of lifestyle have you been spending? Does it just seem like "you're walking on a cloud." "Everything's going good." You're very proud! You have a family, three cars, and much wealth. Not counting all of your friends... Plus good health. Have you thought about who made all of this possible? Jesus! You may find this to be "improbable." The Bible says that every good gift is from God on high. His word is true Don't listen to a lie! It's surely not just because of you that you have all of this. To go along in life, rather "happy and bliss." The next time you're heading out your front door. Think about the meaning of life. And what you're here for! Lay your treasures up in heaven... and you shall find. A godly contentment. True joy. And a peace of mind. The blessings of God... In you... He wants to pour. Give what you have to him... And then you'll have MORE! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Tanka | |

With The Naked Eye

man gives a woman
a kiss and a once-over
without his glasses.
he kisses her again and 
says, "i love you as you are."


Details | Free verse | |

Like it's given to be

How do the girls talk, of boys in the bushes and stones in their pockets
How do the boys stalk, to thinking that girls are dreaming of nothing but lockets,
for keeping inescapable kisses trapped in a hope

And why do the ladies say, that helpless are husbands when wells run dry
And why do the men cry, though tough as the night, when the daylight dims the eye
	till work is rest and boredom besets…

Like it's given to be
Just a fall, just blood blotting from a scrape on the knee
So watch it go brown
And watch it go down
To rise like a star, a little forgotten scar in the memory

I heard the lonely yell, "I once was quiet, and I had a truth, but nothing means nothing when something breaks in the laugh!"
You can't change in the traffic lights, you can't change a tune or even a melody
without breaking a song
So I'll get it wrong and she'll see me naked as naked can be
Lit by the sun in the contempt of modern antiquities

Like it's given to be
Just a fall, just blood blotting from a scrape on the knee
So watch it go brown
And watch it go down
To rise like a star, a little forgotten scar in the memory

Now how would you say, dappled in ideas
That ruins aren't buried under buildings so tall
And now how would you say, given the seas
You can't wash the sin from the salt in your mouth, you call...

"That's it's given to be for you and not me, to rise like a star, with little forgotten scars in your memory."


Details | Rhyme | |

Bloody Ties

I steal, what I feel, make no mistake –
I charm, without alarm, to covet what I take.
I hide what’s inside, to abide what’s at stake.
I lie, and will deny, any wrongdoings I make.

You use and abuse your way through this life.
You cheat and defeat those plagued with strife.
You fail, and impale, those closest to your heart.
You wallow in the shallow, shredding ties apart.

We fret over the net, which safety has vanished.
We wail at the stale courtship now banished.
We hurt as we flirt our disaster, daily we plummet.
We trek through the wreck reaching death’s summit.

They say we’re astray, and our minds are broken.
They wonder, why blunder, a mirage of unspoken.
They chatter about clatter, with prejudice abound.
They sneer and they leer, that together we astound.

I’ll take the bane, and disdain and try to explain.
I’ll take the lies, masked in disguise and abstain.
I’ll take the tears, through the years and constrain.
For I made my bed, built of crimson nails and black lead,
and forever in my heart will you remain.


Details | Rhyme | |

God Gave Us Our Sexuality


God Gave Us Our Sexuality… God gave us our sexuality and told us how to use it. But many have ignored him, and have “abused it.” Through his word, he’s given us his “set of rules.” So many have refused it, and have become “fools.” The fool has purposed in his heart God does not exist. Yet his beautiful handiwork is all around their midst. Many have chosen to turn his truth into a lie. And often, they burn in lust till the day they die. Many have offered their bodies for ungodly things. Not caring the consequences this really brings! Many are involved with perversion of various kinds. Having a warped sense of morality in very confused minds So many aren’t happy with the way they're created. Their own sexual identity is often debated. You were wonderfully designed and beautifully made. Please don’t end up as sin’s “sexual slave!” God made you special… And has a perfect will! Your every need… His love can fulfill! Don’t settle for what may be “your innocence lost” Think about the work Christ did on the cross! God can help you to resist the man “sexual temptations.” And can bring to your life his peace and true satisfaction. You don’t have to live like you did before! God can restore your life and do so much MORE1 By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

My Defense

I have a secret, I cannot let you know.
I’m sorry I lied; I DON’T want you to go.
Those cruel words were not how I feel,
just a defense to forget what was real.

Portraying I’m strong, with a will to thrive,
yet without you I’m lost, I don’t feel alive.
Words hurt worse than punches thrown.
I’m out of control in this vicious cyclone.

So many times, you let me off the hook,
for my malicious outbursts and nasty looks.
I’ve used my disease as an excuse to abuse.
Flying amidst this mania, recourse I refuse.

The patience you bear, is reflective enough,
as is your wisdom, still my heart is so rough.
I want to open up and bear my entire soul,
I’m afraid all you’ll see is a shallow, empty hole.

I know it was never you that gave up on us,
it was this woman you married, me in disgust.
If I could repair my mind and fix the wrongs,
I’d say you’re at home, where you belong.

But we both know the truth, I’m a lost cause.
I prey on your weaknesses and all your flaws.
I’ll take full responsibility for all that I am…….
And remember our love, was my biggest sham….


Details | Rhyme | |

It's Hard To See The One You Love Go Through Pain


It's Hard To See Someone Go Through' Pain... "It's hard to see someone I love go through so much pain." Were the words I heard that night I called on Jesus' name. "This person whom I love, has gone through so much." "How I wish to bring my peace and healing touch." I cried and wept, as I heard the master's voice. His gift of love is for all of us... It's our choice! His body was broken... A sacrifice was made. His life for our sorrow and pain, is what he gave. His grace is more than sufficient for the pain we endure. His love and commitment to you, is true and secure. He loves you so much. He waits at your heart's door. He gives peace and comfort. And so much more! The pain and suffering you're going through today. Please listen to the words Christ has to say. "I am El-Shadaii." "Jehovah-Jireh." "Your very best friend." "My love and devotion to you will never, never end." By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

God's Plan for Marriage


There’s a truth that remains since 
the beginning of time.
God created man and woman, 
 with marriage in mind.

From the dust of the ground,
Adam was formed.
From his side came Eve.  A new life was “born!”

God’s design for marriage became 
very evident and clear…
If not for Adam and Eve,
 none of us would be here!

Marriage is a blessing from God.  
A gift from God above.
A man and a woman come together
 as an expression of their love.

Anything different than one man 
and woman is perverted.
This is a lie from our culture that
 is trying to be “inserted.”

God gave us all a natural love 
with a strong ambition.
To come as a husband and wife 
is a God given intention!

Read from the books of Genesis
 thru Revelation…
God’s idea of marriage is
 for any person or nation.

Many can try to change what God
 has already designed.
It’s no wonder why so many have 
“confused” minds.

Let’s come back to God and
 trust him with our life!
The one who set up marriage as; 
“one husband and one wife!”

By Jim Pemberton


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My Treasure Chest

I was doing yard work the other day,
planting some flowers all around.
While digging in dirt, close to the fence,
I heard a clackity sound.

As if the metal of the spade was hitting some wood
and some metal, too, I heard.
To my surprise, I remembered just then,
the chirping of the birds.

See, there was a time, for memories sake,
when my family and I stored our thoughts
within a chest of metal and wood,
from the antique store, we bought.

We placed the chest out in the yard
on a bright and sunny day
and while digging the hole to place it in
the birds were just chirping away.

My sons and my daughters, my wife and I
placed pictures and such within
So, one day in the future, when we need it most,
the memories will come back to us again.

So, just knowing they’re there, is memory enough
for me to be content for now.
One day when my children have all grown up,
my wife and I will dig deep down.

So, I covered my hole with plenty of dirt,
but, first threw flower seeds in
with hopes that the memories, like seeds that they are,
will grow and flourish, again.

So, my treasure chest, there, remains in the yard
waiting for that one special day
when my family and I need to return
to those years that have gotten away


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Marriage Is Under Attack Like Never Before

Marriage Is Under Attack Like Never Before! Marriage is under attack… And it’s because… So many people have trampled “God’s set of laws…” What once was ordained as “God’s order of unity…” Has often resulted in so much “infidelity…” The God given covenant between a woman and a man… Is so distorted… How can one truly understand? All the way from Genesis to Revelation… God made it clear from the time of creation… It was Adam and Eve from the very start… As Eve was formed from a rib… Close to Adam’s heart. They were joined together by their God above… Being a symbol of his creation and never-ending love This same God is the redeemer of your very soul… It’s only in him that you can be complete and whole! You are invited to join the marriage supper of the lamb… Christ is the bridegroom and is waiting for your hand! Won’t you accept God’s proposal he offers to you? He’s given the invitation… What will you do? He’s coming for a bride who’s sins are washed away! Won’t you accept his proposal of love… Today? He remains faithful… And forever true! And has already said the words; “I DO!” By Jim Pemberton


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God's Definition of Marriage


God designed marriage as the real thing!
Anything less, is what a counterfeit brings!

His concept of one man and woman is very real.
He’s not interested in bowing to “man’s appeal.”

His court of justice rings very loud and clear!
The truth of his word shall NEVER disappear!

You can look in Genesis and it is found!
He created Adam from the dust of the ground!

He designed Eve from one of his ribs!
They were joined together as  both lived!

He didn’t need a constitution to know “their rights.”
He gave them HIS WORD as their guiding light!

Satan has been trying to pervert what God created!
This is a truth.  And need not be debated!

We have cheapened the value of the marriage institution!
And have added needless 
chaos and confusion!

Through the Bible, one husband and wife are taught!
Unless you want to live in Sodom, as did Lot!

Ungodly perversions take many forms and kinds.
And it soon piles up garbage into our minds!

“What God has put together.” 
 “Let no man put asunder.!”
Many ideas of “marriage,” is a total blunder!

One man and one woman is what God ordained in Eden.
It was Adam and Eve.  
Not Adam and Steven!

The choices in life are yours!  And yours alone!
Who is going to be the Lord, of your heart and home?

By Jim Pemberton  


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Vexing High

I’m caught in the midst of a dream I reside –
tumbling lovers tempting romance with pride.
Twisting and thrusting, to and fro with hate –
stumbling over a beautiful destiny and fate.

Creeping and crawling through shards of hope –
resisting the tension on a loveless, tight rope.
Shuddering in solitude, and mentally numb –
oblivious to the breakdown of who I’ve become.

Teasing and taunting, the years of lost time –
mocking their innocence with words and rhyme.
Insulting their integrity, of wrong over right –
disregarding true feelings, absconding the night.

Searching the wreckage, down high and up low –
for bits of true love and familiar pieces I know.
Vexing in torment, and accepting thy defeat –
of an unspeakable romantic tale of deceit.


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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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Eleventh Fable

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Eleventh Fable 

Eleventh Fable 

The Millionth Dollar 

Charlaxes Fables 

Some people live in misery afraid to spend a dollar bill is one a friend but he just 
won't let it go. The man walks or rides his bike even in the snow not using public 
transportation anywhere he goes. A Child is young too young to knoe just what 
money's for. She takes the dollar in her hand and keeps it never spending it and 
never letting go. 
Song 1001 
Aern't ewe the one that eye love 
Aern't ewe the love the only love that eye have 
Aern't ewe the one that eye love 
Aern't ewe the reason this man gets up 
Aren't ewe the love that eye have 
Aern't ewe the purple cloud 
Aern't ewe the heart of the rain 
Aren't ewe the name in the sky? 
Aren't you the song 1001? 
Aern't eye the one? 
The millionth dollar has been spent the millionth tear eye cried the millionth time 
eye tried to make a song was this one number one thousand one. Time will wait 
for no one let us rule the time with love. 
 
           
 
 Eleventh Fable 
 


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Setting up House

I met a woman, fell in love
She was a gift from above
Soon she became my spouse
We gathered things and set up house.

Some things were new without a flaw
Some were hand me downs from Ma and Paw
For some we saved nickels in a can
Some were bought on the installment plan.

Children came – a total of four
Two boys – two girls- no need for more
We managed to provide room and board
Did the best we could afford.

We moved around from house to house
On an adventure – me and my spouse
Gathering things to which we would cling
But we rarely got rid of anything.

Tables, chairs, couches, and beds
Cabinets and shelves taller than our heads
Mugs, pictures, and bells we did collect
Mementoes and heirlooms on which to reflect.

A man gathers a lot in over fifty years
And remembers many of them with tears
Many a thing still fills my house
But it’s not a home without my spouse.

She has a room in a retirement home
Care is provided and she cannot roam
I dreamed one day we would be old timers
But I never figured on Alzheimer’s.

Now I have a house full of stuff
Too many things - more than enough
The time has come to downsize
To an apartment in the high rise.

My children came one by one
Went through my stuff until they were done
One takes this and another takes that
And managed to do so without a spat.

Giving things away is a lonely task
My irritability I cannot mask
Gathering things with my spouse
Was more fun than cleaning out house.



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Nobody Home

I don't sit home waiting for love to come call,
though I'm spending all my time alone;
the next time I hear love knock on my heart,
if it's you, there's nobody home.

When I answered the knock to admit you,
I didn't know what was in store;
you cheated and hurt me, then broke my heart,
if you knock, I'm not home anymore.

When you left I reached the conclusion,
that no-one at all in my life;
was better for me in the long run,
than being a cheating mans wife.

So don't come knocking again at my heart,
thinking I'll let you come home;
you better believe when I tell you,
if it's you, there's nobody home.


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Two Heads Are Better Than One

A modern day scenario of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.  It’s after dinner and Eve 
has washed the dishes while Adam's disappeared to the den…communication is minimal...the 
boys are off somewhere..everybody's doing "their thing".  The old serpent..he's got all his bases covered - the internet,  so many distractions..total disconnect, no communication...he's 
thinking: 'O, this is easy! Divide the family and conquer!'...He's got it going..or so he thinks..but he forgets that he doesn't hold the "Ace" card.   All this is temporary!

“Adam, are you listening to me?” How’s the budget coming on?”
“We have to have a budget in place so life can be manageable.”
“No, not later, not tomorrow, honey!” 
“Tomorrow’s too far in the future for this to wait.”
“Oh! What’s that you said?”
“Did I hear you right?”
“I should make a budget, that whatever I do is fine by you?”
“Babe, let’s work on it together. Here, I’ve got all we need to start.”
“Oh, you’re too busy, right now?”
“Ok, I’ll do it, then.”

“Adam, where are the boys?”
“Have you seen them today?”
“What are you doing?”
“Shouldn’t you be out there with them?”
“I can’t be running things around here and watching the boys, too.”
“Someone has to keep an eye on them; see what they’re up to.”
“Are you listening to me?”
“No, I’m not nagging..”
“I’m just gently reminding you that what’s left undone today,
Will come back tomorrow and bite you in the butt!”

Soon, Cain murdered Abel......

"Adam, now that Cain has killed Abel, we have..nothing"
"No need for me to stay around here"
"Good bye" 

Another lesson for mankind, but will we ever learn
That two heads are better than one?
Without balance nothing works as it should!

*To Any Present day Adam totally disconnected from family

*For Deborah Guzzi's "Eve in the Garden of Eden" Contest


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Soul Crusher

You turned me into this, my soul now an abyss, cold, dark, nothing, where love no longer resides there's nothing left to hide. All the times I cried, killed me slowly; my heart just died. "Just a feeling, you'll get over it" Just a fleeting insignificant moment. You've beaten me down, but a stronger me has emerged. No longer is my soul submerged by who or what you want me to be I am me and I WILL be free! of you and your soul crushing ways.


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Hurt so much

You left me standing there
With out a word to say
You get in his car 
And I watch him drive away

You hurt me so much
And I just stood there in the rain
Grinded me teeth
And just took the pain

Now you tell me sorry
And how you miss my touch
But how can I forgive you
When it still hurts so much

No only did she leave
But she rubbed it in my face
While I was at work
She would bring him in my place

Never forget the way he smile
Looking at me with his evil eyes
Thinking what a fool I was
Not to see her cheating lies

Now she stands in front me
Like a broken tram missions clutch
But how can forgive her
When it hurts so much

What goes around, comes around
My grand mother use to say
They left me a broken man
Now look who’s crying today

A man will use a woman
Just to cause her husband pain
But when she leave home for him
Then there is no excitement again

So he will leave her now
And move on to his next victim
Then she will call her husband
Saying she sorry and she miss him

But who laughs last 
Laughs the best
And the karma
Will take care of the rest

Now she stands in front my door
Say she wants to relight the torch
But how can I forgive
When it hurts so much

Many nights I cry alone 
Thinking of him getting your touch
So tell me how I can forgive
When it hurts so much


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old - alone - tired

the quiescent melancholy of the old man glistened in
a teardrop that crept down a wrinkle carved on his face.
he sat alone in his quaint little house,
rocking back and forth on his stained oak rocking-chair,
pensively staring at all the clutter stacked and scattered 
around the living room in all old tomato boxes.
his wife used to grow tomatoes out behind the shed,
she tended to her plants like he tended to her heart.
fifty-four years of memories immure him his chair 
like the corn stalks that once filled his now barren field.
in one of the boxes he finds an old water-damaged photo
of him and his wife when they were young,
when the tomatoes grew plump and the corn stood tall.
six years - it had been six years since she passed -
and everything that they once shared still sits perfectly in tact,
as if when he would wake up he would find her in the kitchen
brewing up coffee and scrambling eggs.
all of her clothes still hang, her toiletries still in place,
even her hand-written lists still lay scattered on the counter.
the wizened, white haired man rubbed his worn thumb
over her face as if he would find her silken skin on the picture.
"happy birthday, pumpkin," he whispered to her.
after wistfully thinking about how it once was,
he reminded himself about how it now is, about his life today.
the television is all he has, the thing that breaks the perpetual
silence that consumes his days.
he slowly stands up and walks to the screen door,
opening it up to the twilit countryside of west Texas.
standing out on the raddled porch, he looks up at the pecan tree
that his now grown grandchildren once rattled with a pole
to get the pecans to fall so his wife, who they called granny,
could make the best damn pecan pie in Winkler county.
he stares at the falling sheets of scrap metal built around his barn
and makes his way back to the tired shed before night falls.
he musters up the strength to hop on his sun-worn tractor
that is now covered in rusted paint and cobwebs.
again, the man begins to cry; he remembers the summer days
when he and his wife would ride together on the once
bright green tractor and tend to the fields.
 
"why, Lord, why won't you take me, i've lived a full life, i'm ready,"
he desperately yells out to mackerel sky.
"i thank you for today, lord, but i pray for no tomorrow.  
there ain't anything left for me no more - please, Lord"
 
old.
alone.
tired.
--life.


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You're Gone

Screaming to be free
Detesting all of me
Wishing you were here
Drowning in my fears
Crying to be whole
Loathing your new goals
Fighting to survive
Longing to feel alive
Struggling with this fate
Trying not to hate
Smothering all this pain
Explosive once again
Combating this new plot
Hoping I’ll get caught
Probing feelings naught
Tasting hateful lots
Pleading for your help
Banish hurtful yelps
Dejecting the unknown
I’m tired of being alone


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THE QUEEN OF MY LIFE

Omofolabode MAKEs ME PROUD
Than anything I ever could achieved,
Seem to be so small since she arrived.
Angel winds an angelical formation.

Breathing seems so hard to do,
Suddenly, the promise of love has gone.
Omofolabode, I now understand
The time we made love together.

Why do I love you like I do?
You should have told me
Like a sunrise, like a rainfall
You make me feel funny

When you come around.
What I find out is joy.
She makes me feel happy
Like velvet to my skin

And I often wonder why?
Someone as flowed as I
Deserve to be as happy as
She makes me
To long for omofolabode
The queen of my life.


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This Past Year


I think about this past year... It “came and went…” I wonder that kind of life have I really spent? It almost seems like yesterday that I was a young man… “I had the world in the palm of my hand.” I had many goals, ambitions and dreams. I wanted to enjoy life and do so many things. Looking back on time and how quickly it’s gone by. I gaze up into the beauty of the stars in the sky. As I get older and think about another “resolution.” I find myself with another problem with no “solution.” I think about a God... Who made all of this a possibility! He’s offered to me love, hope and tranquility! I’m going to make a new commitment this January 1st. No matter if things get better… Or things get worse… I’m going to give my life and family to God above. And ask him to bless our home with his mercy and love. I’m going to try to live for him the best way I know. And seek his blessings wherever I may go! I’m going to give to God a love and strong commitment. It’s only in him where I’ll find true fulfillment! There’s an important fact, I shall always remember… God is with me from January thru December! He will be there to guide each step that is taken! With him in my life… I’m never alone or forsaken! By Jim Pemberton


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Christian Relatives


"Christian” Relatives… Dear Lord, my relatives don’t know or even comprehend… The many trials and struggles I’ve had within! They all claim to be “Christians.” This is what they say. But none of them will “give me the time of day!” Rather than offering a hand of friendship like they could… Any desire ”to get together” is clearly misunderstood! They refused to talk when I tried to give them a call. Is being a part of this “family” really worth it all??? It’s like they’re ready to “pounce on me.” “waiting for the kill…” It’s obvious they’re not doing God’s will! Lord Jesus… I’m now beginning to see… Many who claim to follow you are not what they pretend to be! When someone in the family sins. Please watch out! Loving them is what God’s FAMILY really is about! A Christian family is more than just words alone! It’s being Christ’ example... Both in and out of the home! By Jim Pemberton


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never mirror marriage unrequited unplenty

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to a wilfull wonderous female who was, as the saying goes,  
willing to give all of herself all to all of me, unbeknowingst to me that it was all a 

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a pussimic promise that reads all to well and
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showing no male prowess, nonexistenant, nothing, neverness in being. 
 If I were King with 3 great sons I would be a *****Prince, a Gonad God, a Semen Sentinel. Long live me? (No Queen intended.)


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Can God Find You Faithful

Can God Find You Faithful?

I once knew a man had made
up his mind.
He left his wife and children behind!

He met someone who “captured his heart.”
This was a deception 
from the very start!

His wife gave God and their kids
her love and attention...
But her husband went
Into another direction!

  They went to church...
 And did their "Sunday best."
How could this 
 turn into such a mess?

Temptation can happen to anyone!. 
Whether rich or poor.
Be careful what you allow to
 enter your heart's door.

Regardless of whether you've been
 married for a lot of years..."
One shameful act can bring
 heartache and tears!

The love that’s been given...
  Let no one take away!
No matter what others think...
 Or what they might say.

Stay true to God!  You'll be 
glad you did!
His love and joy will bless you
 each day you live!

Jesus will never forsake you!
Or leave you alone!
Allow HIM to bring peace and
 restore your home!

By Jim Pemberton


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Harrier Jet and Chips

The sun shone spendiferous as a shiny new pin on a vetrans lapel 
She stood on parade for our lazy remarks... of such a fine day
As we slid lazily, contentedly (should be a word, i think) downhill past ducks dogs and chicken fried people
Chatting i observed my chubby toes and sighed
Cars bottlenecked ridiculous that some should drive
 
But... i didnt care as Carl was happily walking his faithful old dog
An she didnt mind
Hoping to loose a few cruel lumps from her saddle sack
A nice calm... very slow pace... to the beach... and back
 
The sea was a backdrop to the flow of families engrossed in
Wiping babies filthy faces
Dogs sweating and peeing
Peeing and sweating
Couples canoodling 
And us....
As a screeching female teenager on a bus 
After EVERYONES attention
ENTER the...
Jet Harrier....swoon
Well i did at least
 
Stood fixed to the spot, sweating hands to my fore
Sighing as he swooped round ten time or more 
( i doth recline to tell you just how much his screech and swoon affected me)
But one does confess, the earth did move quite a bit 
As I gazed fixed over our excuse of a sea
Southend on mud and the odd floating (your turn to guess next word  )
 
(Just then, as per usual I realised Carl had buggered off ahead
And I was left,quite some space behind
So i picked up pace, with a smile on my face
That i may loose a few pounds.
 
We then sat on the wall and ate some chips..
 


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Are You God ophobic

Are You God-ophobic? I’ve heard of phobias of different kinds. I’m sure there’s many people with “confused” minds. But there’s one “phobia” that concerns me the most. It’s a “God phobia” that’s drawing so close. It’s like people have a phobia of “In God we trust.” While so many of their lives are burdened with lust. A lust for pleasure and whatever “pleases for the moment.” Many are looking for various kinds of “fulfillment.” But fearing and obeying God? This sounds absurd! Why should anyone care? Much less… Read his word? Even prayer seems to be “a thing of the past.” How much longer will this country last? What we should fear… Is the wrath of God that will come… For not believing and accepting Jesus… His son! Everything we’ll ever need. Has already been provided! An abundant life with Christ can now be decided! Won’t you accept his gift of life everlasting? And look beyond human reasoning and understanding? Put your faith in God. And HIM alone! So you too, can have a place in his eternal home! By Jim Pemberton


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God's Plan For Marriage


God’s Plan for Marriage… There’s a truth that remains since the beginning of time. God created man and woman. And had one thing in mind. From the dust of the ground, Adam was formed. From his side came Eve. A new life was “born!” God’s design for marriage became very evident and clear… If not for Adam and Eve, none of us would be here! Marriage is a blessing from God. A gift from God above. A man and a woman come together as an expression of their love. Anything different than one man and woman is perverted. This is a lie from our culture that is trying to be “inserted.” God gave us all a natural love with a strong ambition. To come as a husband and wife is a God given intention! Read from the books of Genesis thru Revelation… God’s idea of marriage is for any person or nation. Many can try to change what God has already designed. It’s no wonder why so many have “confused” minds. Let’s come back to God and trust him with our life! The one who set up marriage as; “one husband and one wife!” By Jim Pemberton


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The Alone

I'm alone, and drunken, I'm alone on my own.
I am drifting in memories of a life still unknown.
I find myself staring at clouds passing by.
I'm crying inside, and I still don't know why.
Where are the dreams that I had as a child..
Who is this woman, so numb and so wild.
The minutes keep moving, the hours unlasting.
Should I keep drinking, as time keeps on passing.
I look in the mirror, and who do I see.
Someone I lost long ago inside me.
I pray for the change, I pray for the life.
I pray to be who I am, inside this wife.
I pick up the dish, I pick up the trash.
I pick up the groceries, spending the cash.
I turn on the light, I turn off my heart.
When will my dreams come back..
Will they ever start...

Again.



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The Girl Who Was My Wife

The Girl Who Was My Wife

The largest portion of my life 
Seventeen years of time,
A beautiful girl, who was my wife
Now, no longer mine

I blame no one but myself
In the fracture of her heart,
She did her best to keep it whole
As I tore it apart

I met her when we both were young
Our heads so full of dreams,
We did everything together
Just yesterday it seems

No formal education,
Not arrogant or loud
But in everything she ever did,
She always made me proud

She may not even know it,
She may not even care,
But I cherish every single year
When I knew she was there

I miss her words of wisdom,
I mess her sage advice,
I miss the look of love
I used to see within her eyes

I miss here gentle smile, 
The scent of her blonde hair,
Her plain and simple presence
That’s now no longer there,

She’d lift me up when I was down, 
And help me dry my tears,
She’d chase away the boogey man,
And calm my endless fears,

She tried so hard to make it work,
I tried hard to make it not,
And what I fought so hard for,
I suppose I finally got,
Our family left in tatters,
As best as I could tell,
And all the years since then, for me,
Have been a living hell

I tried again a couple times
As I’m sure she did too,
But no one else could take her place
And do the things she’d do

So now I cry at night alone,
No one to dry my tears,
At the mercy of the boogey man,
And all my endless fears

I tried to keep my hope alive,
That we might try again,
But my dead hope has been entombed,
Knowing we’re not even friends

And as I see her from afar,
I know how much I miss,
Her love, her touch, her gentle ways,
And yes, her tender kiss,

This one thing I want her to know,
The girl who was my wife,
She’s the best thing I have ever had,
Through my entire life


Details | I do not know? | |

THE HEART OF THE SWING

***PROMPT 6b*** THE TALE OF THE HEART'S SWING 




 


You see this ole swing young man 
well your grandpa here made it by hand. 
Yes sirree I sure did boy 
this here ole swing is not a toy. 



Dang I even cut down the very own tree 
to make this swing for grandma and me. 
I put in these curves and little things 
I had to have the most perfect swing. 



Well I worked day after day 
carving and a cuttin no time for play. 
When I got er done me and her had a little conversation 
in the end of it I told her she was a sensation. 



I polished her up til she shone like gold 
what I was doing no one knowed. 
This was back in nineteen and forty one 
that was the good old days son. 



I made this here sturdy ole pine swing 
for your grandma to make her sing. 
See I gave it to her when I made her my wife 
and we have enjoyed it in our happy life. 



Now listen here close boy I am givin this here swing to you 
for I have something that I gotta go do. 
Seems grandma is waitin at the Lords door for me 
together again the two of us will be. 



Now don't cry be a man,and take good care of this ole swing 
lotsa life in her yet,take her and give her to your wife and make her sing. 
Whatever you do in this world all I ask is for you to pass her on down when you go 
this here ole swing is worth more than all of any mans gold. 



I'll be a watchin you from up there in the clouds 
so come now boy and always know you make your grandpa proud. 
Yeah this ole swing could tell you some stories 
time for me to go now remember I always loved ya boy. 

Debbie Wagoner 2/26/12


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I Love You

I love you is more than just my words,

 

It is this deep down driving force of a silent sound.

Love is a magnet igniting sparks to try higher light.

Love connects beaming light twinkling at midnight.

Unmistakably, I’m assured audibly to get this heard.

 

I love you is more than me,

 

Love is pending in the depths of me I touch.

This is more than what I can realistically feel.            

It is a bargainer’s deal for the sweetest steal.

Evidently, I run wild because I set it all free!

 

I love you is less than you,

 

It is an uncut gashing wound,

With lifetimes of a scored scar,

It is a typhoon of who you are,

Apparently, it is difficult to do!

 

I love you is less than them,

 

It is always lost,

It is never found,

It binds to a cost,

Hearts are bound.

 

I love just like you,

And you love just like me!

 

I swear to my God Almighty from up above my heart is pure and true!

I really do embellish everything my love is suppose to do just for you!

 

Forever and ever, the whole world shall open their eyes daily to see!

In lieu of this unconditional love, it is here I will always want to be!

 


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Girl, How Could You

Walked down the aisle
Girl you did, by his side
Promised before God to your man
The boys came along
Adding notes to your song
The stave that tucked in and held those notes was you
You held your boys and held your man.

Girl, how could you break your own stave
Oh see, the notes are now drifting away
They are crying, can’t you see them dying
What is a note without its song?
How on earth did things go wrong?

See your sweet boys
Learning to live a lie
With their father they drench their pillows at night
They miss your voice
You can’t cover up with toys
Their sad eyes show the heart that took a blow
Oh girl, how could you just leave and go?

Girl, when your feet are tired of wandering around
You search for those roots that should be underground
Girl, don’t you know, roots take time to grow
Fruits are reaped only where seeds were sown
It was for you to build that place
You once called Home.


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untitled

It's a cool measure of life blood low
keeping the venous-return and arterial
alert-compressive but manical-down
deep fried effervescence continuance abliss
smooth blowburn alive-high frequency antedote
fever pitch-a ***** mellow deed
digestive cornerstone just picked, uncanned
cloud billows a piece with network intact
sublime charged unpatterened--to gut cord
noose cadence couffures--who nees to look
when you vcan hearfeel the resonance true blue
mild like casket breath misshapen to formless
guises compact summer stated summer not
he-ightened proseless panaroma to stiffle
the mister masters time corrodid but
indelibly remembermarked
and "coited to us"--like creature
interruptus. follow the ill laid scheme and
bottleneck every word line graph to a sinco
(rap) measure rhyme myth time will tell tribute
pour the mind from the soul fill the 
white void with the gush of
private reserve vintage but held captive 
via sociopropacastration of free, non
taxable, no interest due, no penality
for "early withdrawal" purely personal
single minded, brand H----one owner
mono little rascal sibiling extract, thought jester cannibal
yumyum eat'em up-eat'em up


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BEAUTY AND THE BLIND

Is it beauty that stimulates our imagination and excites our heart,the colors, the 
designs, the shapes,we marvel in awe at them like a baby with it's new toy
What is beauty? asked an old blind man.
Is it as beautiful as the sound of the birds and the bees or the breeze blowing 
through trees.
The rain is beautiful the way it blows with the wind congratulating my body as it 
touches my skin.
Beautiful is the invigorating odors and the fragrance of the flowers i smell when i 
go for morning walks to pick up shells,the greeting of the morning sun always 
reminds me that the day has begun.
Its very beautiful to me when i groom my horses in the barn my heart sings when 
i stroke them with my hand, smooth as silk their body's fell, sounds they make 
once given a meal.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder i was always told,i have never seen anything 
even in my days of old.
Is beauty something that u can only see?i am asking a question will u please tell 
me.
A blind person beauty is not felt by vision-i give you a few examples in some of 
my expression's.
Beauty isn't always above the skin it also lies deep within.


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Changeling

I go away down I tell you
I go away down to the river
Leaving the vulgar world behind
I need to go down alone
Alone with the roots
That grown strong then old

I need to think about me
Will be a second me?
Will be one who will look
Like me before I'll return?

When the last drop of a star
Beginning to fill up the natural
Pond with news grasses
Where the meadow
Will laugh with bright color

I will call you I promise you at least
I will be in the last minutes
When I was ready to die.


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i wish you a good day

the spill outwards of  a new day
the waterfall
la cascada ...

what and where have you been?
the trials and tribulations-
are you so removed from me?
do the rocks of a shallow bottom
prevent you from
being my hero
from diving therein?

does one speak with an unhinged tongue?
do we come back
together ?

like pieces of the puzzle
do we grip one another with
uncertainty?
just to say 
goodbye!

so
once when we get it again ...
we realize
our fleeting
moment ...

i love everyone
and as usual,
i'll spill over the edge -

let the intensity be
the lava in my mind

goodbye
and
good  luck

it means everything!

(i'm molten)


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I Wake Up

     very early now

in this cold bed I've made,

my new partner - the remote

has such a fitting name,

the old coffee's cold
                   and I've made too much food,

All the songs have closer meaning
                  and cause my brooding mood,

But I'm changing my routine
                 and meeting new people slow
(a brand new start
                 to this lifelong show)

I wake up
     each morning

     to biting burning tears
cause everything reminds me
of things that once were near...

for now she is escaping

from my cracked and broken
                                                    heart,

but I'll never quit looking
                  for the missing part...


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Gods Christmas Gift

It was one of those times; one of those sincere discussions;
She told me about my fathers words to her when he was on his death bed.
What he asked her may seem funny to some;
What he asked her was to make sure I had a warm jacket and shoes every winter.
At the time I was already in my forties but I guess it didn’t matter to him.

Then we talked about the time we walked in to his hospital room;
My father immediately said he was confused.
I asked him “Dad do you know who I am”?
He said yes I do but why are you so old and she’s so young;
He was pointing at my wife Susan; but I knew it wasn’t her he saw.

He was seeing my mother long passed; here’s the thing about that;
I saw that my wife had the same spirit as my mother years before.
We all believe my mother was there to take him and who better to use as a catalyst.
I never had a chance to see my mother but I know her; she lives in me and is part of me.
I couldn’t see her right then but I could feel her and I could see Susan too.

As we talked we both had tears in our eyes and I think we were both a bit overwhelmed;
I could see how lifetime experiences can never be forgotten or dismissed.
So I asked her why she betrayed me like she did;
And that I could maybe forgive her if I could just understand why.
When she spoke I heard truth and I finally understood why.

So I forgave her and accepted the circumstances and the part I played in it all;
To what end remains to be seen but the pain seems to have been lifted from me.
As we broke the conversation off I began to reflect on the entire topic;
There were no definitive conclusions but what I did feel was;
My Father and my Mother had come to see me for Christmas.

Call me crazy, tell me it’s wishful thinking; even say I’m delusional;
I saw it, I heard it and I felt it; it happened and I won’t be denied.
I learned to be a real man from the pain I suffered;
My ego and sex no longer dominate or motivate my relationships;
And God in his mercy gave me the best Christmas ever


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The Daughter

Today I lived my life with ghosts
Both living and dead
Your face, their face
Slipped through my fingers and fell to the floor
Hundreds of pictures of you and them
Hundreds of moments and moments and moments
Too numerous and caught in that web of time
Dangled on a cobweb so thin, so fine
It could break but does not snap
And lasts and lasts
And holds and holds
All there, suspended in that instant
Before falling to the floor,
Or in the box of memories. To be kept.

So where do you reside, in the bin or the box?
Where do you live for future’s worth?
Will you be cut adrift or salvaged in those stepping stones to the past.

And yet, she still picked up those photos of you 
Pained and dulled
Still confused and stabbed by what has happened over time.
She saw your face and paused. Reflected.
She then gently collected up those images of you and me
And saved them in the box
One day for all to see in times to come.
She decided not to put you in the bin.
Unlike me.

She rescued her childhood.
Put down a marker in the sand
And said stop to the sea
To the waves and waves
That break over time and pain
Saved you from the blankless pile of Venice and Florence
And Christmas and beaches and Barbies and laughter
And with a simple dignity 
She gave you back some worth.




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Bread and Water

Two women
Fought for one
Slice of bread.

One man drank
Two glasses
Of water.


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As Loud as Black

resounding
and bouncing
her screams hit a pitch
reverberating
and devastating
her temper rise
with no surprise
Black
is a hole
in which light nor sound can escape
but to her it's a drape
she pulls it back
and lets it out
her pain expressed as a shout


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Not Hungry

     but I'm cooking

going out...

     but just looking,

Do You find this so amusing?
             all your using confusing
                                       illusions,
              all your cruising, bruising
                                       contusions?

Do You think it's just Funny?

             bleed my eyes runny
                                       drunk rummy
                                                  slummy dummy,
                                                                 Honeybunny

I think it's disgusting

          my sordid soul slowly rusting
                                       still trusting,
                                       now crusting...

There are just too many problems 
                                       with me

I'm liquid drunk,
                                       flunky bunk &

I've had these love handles
                                       since seventeen,

But now I know
                                       I'm in between
At the diamond star intersection
                                                          of a dream,

my veins are popping out

I'm ravenous and full of shout,
     and I know I can't live without

     this love I'm always thinking about....


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Career Man

at times a man is driven
to better himself and make big ching
to flex what his brain has to offer 
so he can provide the wife with all the bling

sometimes a man grows frustrated
for it seems no matter how he tries
the cheeseburger in his life
always comes with cold french fries

yet a true man learns to recognize 
that there is more to satisfaction than big ching 
recognition for ones' best efforts
is what makes a man's heart truly sing

so when he brings home the bacon
the wife will make his bread doe rise
and if things aren't perfect for his lady
she proceeds to simply nuke those cold french fries


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A Father With A Heart Divided

A Divided Heart... I know of a father who had a "divided heart." Within a few years, his family "fell apart." When his heart changed... I remember when. Here's when, I believe, it all began... He started to help others that were in need. Sharing their problems... his heart would "bleed." What started out with the "best of intentions." Giving others much of his focus and attention. Very little time he spent with his family at home. Many days and nights, his wife felt "all alone." "What happened to the one who "promised his love?" She'd ask for "time alone" ...and "he'd give her a shove." He began to look at others' kids as "his kids" too. Trying to be a "father to all" ... by the acts he would do. Neglecting his God-given duty as high priest of the house. He would confide to a "pretty lady" in a nice blouse. His family tried to warn him of the dangers ahead, His wife would cry each night she went to bed. HIs family did that for so many years, he held so dear. Each went their separte ways... as any love dissappeared. This heartbreaking story made the heavenly father sad. By the divided heart... of the one... many knew as "dad." May this be a challenge both to me and to you. That our heart remain loyal, committed and true! By Jim Pemberton


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Someone Asked Me About Marriage

Someone Asked Me About Marriage…

Someone asked me about marriage, as a matter of fact…
I thought; “what kind of questions is that?”

“Let me ask a questions…  If I may?”
“Do you read what the God’s word has to say?”

Marriage is still and will always be one woman and man.
I don’t care how many laws we have in our land!

No matter if many churches and people claim; “civil rights.”
Anything different than a man and woman is NOT right!”

The first chapter of Romans makes it pretty clear…
The days of wickedness have drawn ever near!

God’s wrath revealed against all ungodly living!
Think about the garbage our country is giving!

It speaks of men and women leaving their natural affection.
Burning in lust toward one another
 with an ungodly attention!

For this cause God has given many over to a reprobate mind…
Many get involved with perversions of many kinds!

Professing themselves to be wise, many have become “fools.”
By not obeying God’s word… But their own “set of rules.”

Marriage is something designed many years ago.
It was Adam and Eve in the beginning…  This we know!

My question to you is: “Why not give God a chance?”
His truth remains the same!  Whatever the circumstance!

No court of law can change what God has established!
Everything that’s not of God is simply a lot of “rubbish.”

Jesus is coming back for a bride without “a wrinkle or a spot.”
It’s time we come clean and become
 “blood bought!”

Being the bride of Christ is the most important thing!
He is the bridegroom and eternal love he brings!

By Jim Pemberton


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Courtney

Let me introduce you to my wife
a woman I have known most of my life
21 years and counting
and to her I am constantly returning
for in the 21 yrs I have known her
all others are just a blur
her beautiful face
and her subtle grace
hair of spun gold
and a bust line so bold
for this is a story that needs to be told
We wed in 97
oh wedded bliss I was in heaven
but I was use to hell
and thats how I treated her not very well
in 2000 she left me she did
but in 04 
I was back in the door
twice we are married
and the toll she has tarried
for once again I am a fool
drowing her in misery an emotional pool
but to her I say
from here on out til my last day
for what you are owed I will repay
just kep you another day


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Are You Going Through A Layoff

Going Through A Layoff???

Are you one who watches 
the nightly news?
And hear of the many jobs
 people will lose?

Does this news bring to your life 
much uncertainty?
Knowing that very soon… 
This could be a reality?

Are you one who’s filled with fear 
and apprehension?
Feeling the burden of stress 
and a lot of tension?

Perhaps you feel very discouraged 
and “distraught.”
Here’s a ”lesson” that needs
 to be taught!

Don’t allow yourself to worry about
 “how things are going.”
There’s a God in heaven that you 
need to be knowing!

He knows all about your layoff 
and every situation!
The love and peace he gives needs
 no explanation!

Everything that you need...  
Jesus does provide!
Worry?  Or Trust HIM?  
That’s for you to decide!

By Jim Pemberton


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Questions

If I smiled at you
would you smile back
or would you simply turn
your head and pretend not
to notice?

If I cried would you comfort me
or leave me alone to suffer?

If I said 'I love you' would you
respond with a slap or a kiss.

If I died would you grieve or
would you simply start your
life anew?


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A DISPUTED FAMILY IS SAVED

                                           If wife is given love			
                               at least up to the level of loved one			
                                     Say, one of his own children			
                                       A disputed family is saved			
			


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The Dream Portal

The Dream Portal 
The Dream Portal 
It was a fancy building very large several stories tall an old mansion 
Very similar to something from my past perhaps a large wooden plantation 
house where many slaves were quartered after the rich white folks died. 
It could even have been a ranch house from the days of yesteryear when Long 
John Silverman the Lonesome Stranger lived. The lady whom eye love was in a 
costume dress and ewe found a matching hat like ladies use both purple dyed in 
woolen splendor the facade of the structure of the place was painted puce and 
purple peeling from abuse of years in westward weathered SUN shining from 
the desert EAST. It was she descending spiral staircases 
Admired at by the many puerile longings of the man who loves her still? 
 Resplendent in her glory long legs move slowly incased in purple dress where 
soon she met the GHOST of friendship past a man she knew while he was yet 
living looking for the day of funeral. He was searching for the memorial that most 
men crave they want remembrances. This story is a true version though the 
name of the ewe is kept a heart secret. This was ewe dream a portal if ewe will it 
came to be told by me through longing olde. 


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JiffeeLube Colonic

Stomach growling
     harsh, 
                 scowling
at me to feed...

Emaciating myself
  toward Emancipation,

A hunger strike of wills,

(if I bite off more than I can chew
  who would pay the bills?)

Lungs Rasp & hoarse
     Exhale phlem and spittle coarse,

Reap no rewards
         of wafted entrails
         released to buckets,

barf bags and pails...

throat like a file
     eyes on fire,
          ears pop
and I drop

this golden gun for hire...

to breathe an impulse
     through my tubes
like a heart colonic Jiffeelube !!

Pour my oil on the soil
and refill my fuel anew,

jumpstart me in the right direction
I know just what I'd do:

A dragrace with the enemy
A final sprint to truth,
  of revving engines
         purring souls
and knuckles white,    uncouth

One last attempt
to reach what's kept
inside each joyous smile,
beyond the fraud
         (vociferous hog:  You 
                                           Beast of greed and gile)

I Will
     to win
  with this engine
                  to fill my soul 
                  with life,

to cross the line

to drink new wine

      and break bread again,
                                            my wife...


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Thief

Stolen youth, lost in the past
Hiding my face in my pillow,
Don't want him to hear.
Everything is soaking wet,
Laying very still, 
Careful not to wake him.
My heart is full of sorrow,
Could this be all my life has to offer?
My body trembles and
My soul aches.
What could have been?
All time has withered away,
like a petal from a discarded bouquet.
I'm never alone yet I feel lonely.
Who is there to really care for me?
To hold me when I'm sad,
To tell me everything will be all right.
He isn't the one for me,
The one I married so long ago.
He's not as soft as she,
Nor is he as sweet.
Like a thief in the night,
Robbed of my youth and innocence.


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WHO ARE YOU

                                       Who are you? I don't know
                                     Let me know first myself better
                                             I will know you later
 
                                               Do you know that
                                            if I know you better first
                                                 you will be later

                                           Come on and go ahead on
                                              I want you be the top
                                         I want to cheer up with that Joy

                                             You hate me that I know
                                      but I love you even I be a sparrow
                                            You be the Queen always

                                             Far away from the Region
                                             though there's no tension
                                                  I love you always

                                         
                        
Note: It's a write of a good husband of hot head with calm mind  where                               
well wisher husband wishes the best for his wife in casual dispute.                                        


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Eye Put My Finger On IT

Eye  Put  My  FInger  On  IT 
EYE put My finger on it,eye figured it out,eye discovered it. 
But now eye am perplexed again at what eye have figured out. 
Eye thought it was the way ewe eyes light up 
write when ewe here my namme. 
Eye thought it was the way ewe sing and sway 
when ewe are all alone with me (spritually). 
Eye thought it was the way eye feel inside 
when eye here ewe say that ewe still love me. 
And eye would never own a slave but eye am slave to ewe. 
A giant question mark is sometimes deep inside of me. 
Eye put my finger on it,but just what have eye got? 
A lot of love a lot of want. 
The Future? 
L()()king forward to ewe kiss. 
While eye am righting this.


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What Hasnt Been Named

The blood was so red,
Mixed within the water,
I tried not to look,
At what my eyes where ashamed of.
Yet it held my gaze,
Like a lover lost,
In his angels soul.

I held you tightly,
Embracing our pain,
I could feel you shake,
The fear in your tears,
Overpowering what was suppose to be,
As you called out my name,
I pulled the plug,
Wishing for forgiveness.

The tornado came,
As I watched what was once my dream,
Spiral and spin,
Its sound of thunder,
How can this be such a perfect storm,
That has yet to be named.

I ran more water,
Hot became cold,
In library time,
I recalled what was told,
Just hours before I had accepted,
Everything was suppose to be ok,
It wasn’t going to rain,
Not today not ever,
I can still see the stain.

I silently asked why,
You so loudly called out my name,
Over and over again and again,
Both asking questions,
How can we fix this pain,
Of flooding confusion…
The answers never came.

I tried not to get sick,
I tried to be strong,
As I hid your eyes,
My chest wet with your dreams,
Things started to spin,
All I could do was pray,
Please give me back,
What hasn’t been named.


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The Kingdom Of Love

 The Kingdom Of Love 
The Kingdom Of Love 
 
  in the kingdom of GOD where eye now dwell, 

               eye would live in her dreams, 

                 being her secrets, 

                    The love she has borne inside of me. 

  

                         in the river of love, 

                   eye would only hang on, 

                 going on to the truth, 

                        on our way to the sky. 

  

                 to the end of our journey, 

              we would never ever hurry,           

              and all the loves graces, 

                 from the heart of one woman. 



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Hindsight is 20 20

          they once said...

five years and
       seven months
            kicked in the head

between the brew and bottle
     a nightly lecture'         
             to swallow,

"tear in me cereal...
kind of like my nightly beerial...
to conjure pureness
of sleep,
without more strength
to weep,
for I've used all
my best material..."

I yearn for the day
          when all was belived true,

When smiles dined
           and drank new wine

of Pigs that often flew...

When I had thought
     (in confidence)

     our union wouldn't end,

     but now, day 2020
         
               I've lost my only friend...


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Slipstream Flight.

Inhaling of you
A flight into the slipstream
Impending hazardous ascension
Defenseless to her will
I ensue my spirits decree

Once unwaveringly level
Constant and serene arrow
Perpetual steady evolution
Petrified of my altitude
Until you sang to me

No rationale guiding untamed
A pungent hurricane forming
With an effortless zeal
Subduing my heavenly refuge 
In precarious currents

Holding my eyes you control
My capricious whims
Of illogical passions
Sending me to freefall
From dizzying heights

When procuring skyward passage
Forlorn flight my strategy
Our spark a troubled consequence
An opportune panorama heated
We are spirit becoming one

Uninhibited hearts respite
Glassed horizons shatter away
Ascending to heights unexplored
I shall pursue eternally
To a rapture created by us 


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Truth In Eternity.

We have been one through our entire lives
		I felt you from the beginning
		Simply because…
Long before I laid eyes upon your beauty
		I was enraptured of you
I have breathed of you in this long perpetuity 
		Filling the depths of myself
I’ve witnessed the purity seen from your eyes
Sharing of your bright splendor cast upon mine
Ever enthralled of your unheard voice
		I knew your words before you spoke 
I’ve been swathed by the embrace of your ardor
		I have felt the coolness of your touch
		And that fiery passion deep within your eyes
So many countless moments to you I have given
		Wholly of myself into your hands
Throughout my days I have always known
		That one day you would finally appear
Changing the reality of you I have always carried 
		Into the dream I’ve wished for.


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On Birds

On Birds 
A New Poem 
Bye Charles(the charlax) Hice 
  
Title:   On Birds 
  
How many species.       How many genus. 
How many categories.   How many bird stories. 
My poetry is simple. 
And eye am Godly. 
A Sparrow came to me. 
Did God make them ugly. 
Without a doubt they have no hands, to grasp with. 
A Sparrow is NOT a lizzard. 
They do NOT slither. 
They Fly.A Lizzard has no wings they slither. 
A Sparrow has wings and he can fly, no hands, 
a beak with which to speak and eat. 
They eat enough. 
Eye have seen a bird who eats too many seeds. 
It was not eye. 
Eye am a Sparrow,see me fall, 
but not all of me. 
Eye can complete my destiny. 
Mye Love will rest me. 
She is sweet. 
A Violet One. 
-- 
charlesrhice@ 
www.poetrypoem.com/charlax 


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A Young Negro Testifies

To-day we have naming of parts. Yesterday,
when I heard
you was gonna
represent Tom
at the trial
and share the widow’s homelier pottage
bowed ‘til your bonnet brushed the floor
far below you saw the bricks on the floor
mostly these are seen as food labels
stooped and raised your knees,
because of laziness
the dust of the city
backward down your back so thin
like ducks.
And softly said, “Dear heart, how like you this?”

(This poem was created using snippets from other poems.)


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Contradiction And Reflection

Contradition And Reflection 
Contradiction and Reflection 
Nothing can compare to love there is no way to word the thing the love although 
poetry comes close. A rose has thorns and colors and smells while a violet has 
odors' and eye sniff a perfume a smell not unkind but hard to describe like unto a 
mothers love like unto a poets pencil working to make the message seem like 
love to seem like the only thing the most obvious thing without false hope. Every 
song that calls itself a love song sings of some strange sickness some sort of 
illness as the words make a melody and everybody listens as the crooner sings 
this a bit off key ___---“eye could not get to sleep at all last night”---___ and the 
electric organ and the guitar man make everything sound all right again. Love 
can make me sick can make me hurt can make me yearn but that's okay that is 
the way of love. When she says yes is when it makes me strong and the 
sickness is at rest and the love has won. Ewe aer a violet rose no thorn in me. 


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Separation

Oh Susana! Don't you cry for Me!!!
I appreciate yr heartfelt honesty and truth
I can only write in poetic form 
for it helps keep me in my youth,

I understand how much you cared for me
and I still feel the same,
I made my own decisions as a grown man
and will never ever complain,

about what we were
or what we became,
I will always love you 
no matter what yr last name

and Now, I sit here in N. Truro 
listening to Jason Mraz
after dropping little Loo at school
and taking out the trash,

I just want to reassure you 
that I am not bitter, sour, or mad
I have learned to understand the past
and move on with life even if sad

So Susana, my Susana of the South
please don't cry on my account
just live yr life as it was meant to be
don't allow the past bother you, or let pressures mount,

but always know that I 
will be there for you, my wife
know that I will always care for you deeply
for the rest of our natural life...


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Poem Poem

 Poem Poem 
Poem Poem 
 
Worry and fear rule most everyone's day 
how could it not come to me 
Eye was just worried that ideas would dry up 
and the poetry. 
Fishing is always impossible in a monsoon 
and drunkards sometimes miss a drink due to rain 
in the impossible day when it floods. 
Leaning on people and giving is tough 
leaning on money to have everyday 
to make purchases of wine and more beer 
can be hard in the rain. 
Yearning for someone feeling no pain 
yearning for love in the rain 
dying but living inside where she dwells 
the love is so real eye can feel her so well 
she is love deep inside me where no pain can reach 
the insulation of ewe the insurance of she. 
Turning away from the world in my sleep 
reaching for her she is love she is me. 


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Eye must love ewe.

Eye must love ewe. 
Eye must love ewe . 
Sometimes it seems that ewe have gone 
Sometimes it seems like eye am alone 
Sometimes eye wonder how ewe are 
Sometimes eye cry and wish for love 
Sometimes eye seem to ewe that eye am not someone but still eye am a human 
trying still sitting and crying and wishing and hoping and knoeing that ewe still 
love me. 
Sometimes it is very hard to love me. 
Sometimes today should be tomorrow or mabe even yesterday. 
Sometimes it is hard to see the middle of the day. 
Sometimes it is the end of time in the beginning of the day. 
This is a sadness not a madness and it will soon go away when eye have ewe 
again. 
For eye must love ewe. 
  


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The Broth

 
The Broth 
The Broth 


Too many cooks spoil the broth is the adage eye have heard it all my life. The 
cook one is not used to sharing the pot the cook two has arrived and she is trying 
to survive and the hair is the fur flying up on the first cook to arrive as a batter up 
not ready to give up the batter in the broth. Please to the cook one try to share yes 
dear eye am certain it seems hard and impossible now but this time will come 
open somehow eye do not want the cook two to win but she has to survive for all 
of us to live cannot we be generous and share all our time eye will never give up 
the broth must be hot and so ready to serve only time can erase the bad taste 
that the second cook brought. Please keep the broth simmering in the pot and 
keep try to keep me ici lest eye die without broth without love. 
 
           
 
 
 The Broth     
 


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child like love

Child like love
Trust holding on to ewe the way a young man holds his lovers hand
Eye almost said his mothers hand and yes his lovers tewe we nevere are so 
nervous with the mother but for some umfathomanable reason there is not no 
need for more discussion the lover causes nerves and we so want to please 
ewe by the child like wishes turning into kisses and then ineesteemable love the 
kind that is still indescribable to anyone the HIGH and low we go to to find the 
peace we seek we seek to make ewe love the trust turned into love the love 
turned into kiss the kiss turned into blossoms of purple petals falling all around 
me oh god could this be love


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It Is This-

It is anything and everything
   The song of the soul singing within
      A child’s laugh playing their games
         The suns warmth on the face in April
            The peaks of the Appalachians
It is staring down the Grand Canyons cliffs
   Unharvested endless plains of Montana
      Walking in the gentle rains of summer
         Setting sun in the middle of the Atlantic
            It is these I rarely recall…

It is that first gift given of your smile
   Endless days walking holding hands
      The gentle peace deep within Hazel eyes
         Her sultry glance of passion burning brightly
            The rhythmic breathe while she sleeps
It is the ease of laughter she shares with me
   The manner of her walk as she comes and goes
      Her gentle caress steadying as I lose myself to fear
          Those sacrifices made with the gift of children
              An undying faith held…


It is this I see within my wife…
…Beauty unbound


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A Woman's Heart

Ah the woman’s heart, 
As gentle as the coolest breeze,
In the heat of a summers day .
Not to be taken too lightly, 
You might get swept away.
Be careful of the brewing storm, 
It only comes ever so often, 
This is when she has been scorned,
And her world has lost all motion.
Treat her with respect and courtesy,
If you value the love that’s yours,
It will be given back amply 
As the sun shines again outdoors.
The storm will have passed quickly,
Things back to normal again,
She will be calling you her sweetie,
You will be thinking AMEN.

If you fill a bucket with salty water, no matter how far you walk, it will still be salty.


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why eye can be a poet

why eye can be a poet 
why eye can be a poet 
eye was not rich 
or even famous not built like some gREEKgod 
Not gifted much but almost worldly 
And almost taken by the sins of lust 
Created once to be a finite thing of dust 
But recreated in the image of GODS own son 
This JESUS who has died upon the cross 
He told me in his actions to have faith 
He told me not in words but in his deeds 
Charlax is a poet please write these words 
That pleases me and tell the violette 
That she is LOVE and nothing can be better 
For a poet than to have a violet love. 
This JESUS that eye have yes he is GOD. 
And the violet ewe is now my love. 


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Who I Am

You heard the rhythm of my music

But didn't know what I was playing.

You heard the sound of my voice

But didn't know what I was saying.

You saw the words of my writing

But didn't know how to read it.

You saw the deeds of my heart

But didn't know what should proceed it.

Lest seeing you would realize,

Lest hearing you would understand

And perceive that all I say and do

Is who I am to be known firsthand.


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ETERNITY

 ETERNITY 
Eternity 
How can a man hold water in the hand? 
does it run and drip and gone… 
How can a man live again? 
and live forever then… 
Forever is a moondrop a lightbeam a dream… 
Life is like a fraction of the aeon 
the never ending particle the spinning article… 
Never needing sleep never needing wheat 
but having very much having all the love… 
Starting over to do a thing and starting over 
and then starting over again… 
Without end no end no stop no more halt 
no lame thing no pain… 
No need for anything all needs provided 
making flowers grow… 
Meeting people that were dead 
and now alive for evermore… 
Water needs a container and to be contained 
a cup without a saucer is such a lame thing… 
Eye want to go to Heaven only after 
only after eye marry the poor mans daughter. 
Give me an eternity of love 
Bless my only one. 
Bless my love. 
Eternity. 





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Anniversary Poem

Thanks be to the fates that sent to me
A woman with eyes soft and deep as doves'
Who holds within her a tiger's heart,
Unafraid of her powers,
Unashamed of her gifts -
A woman like you, to join with in love.

A score and some years now gone and still we see
The strength of our taken vows.
Kisses traded in silent hours,
Thoughts shared in the weddeds' private art
Experience collects in ever-deepening drifts
Bringing with it such wisdom as time allows.

So with the rounding of yet another year
I rejoice once again
In the silent volumes writ within us.
I adored you long before, and now
And will as well come Then,
As the grey falls through our hair and life grows more dear,
Reading the lines time carves upon us
We'll feel the Why and know the How
Of love's evolution through all things shared and seen,
The kisses sweet at sixty as sixteen.


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Can eye Christian?

Can eye Christian?
Can a man live and grow and eat and sleep can he even love? eye am reminded 
of a MOSES growing up in the desert after Egypt he was skilled the BIBLE says in 
all the arts of LOVE? He got a wife one day at well and sent the other people 
packing with his STICK. Eye am sure they loved and lived. In the old same 
fashion of the world.
In the tent and out in the desert some making love a man and woman after all is 
said and done. Can a man have love even a man a gentile dog not overly 
concerned with fate just living and hoping for the future of iff and ever someday.
To have my violette flower to live and love again.
They ate meat and a Passover meal and loved and kissed as many people do. 
Please let it happen for the mee and especially the ewe.
The only thing that made MOSES a Christian was his name.
King David was the same. This would be my prayer to you today?
Can eye Christian? 
 
           
 
 
 
 


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Time Condensed

Time Condensed 
Time Condensed 
Poetry    ( O ) pen 
               ( H ) eart 
Love       ( P ) oetry 
Heart     ( L ) ove 
            H  ( E ) art 
Trust      ( A ) we 
Truth TRU( S ) T       
Awe      LOV(E) OH PLEASE 
These words of love eye give to ewe in lieu of kiss. 
These words are penned instead of the 
Three thousand words of cahtter that eye would espouse 
If eye could have all of ewe time every moment of ewe day 
This is tTtime condensed. 
TRUTH is NOT left out. 
Truth equals TRUST and comes to me 
Every time eye read a poem that ewe send. 
Time Condensed. 



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Life Is Not A Poem

Life Is Not A Poem
Life is not a poem eye cannot make it rhyme it has no sway 
Or motion nothing to decide.
Live and pray then love
Eat and leave the past behind
Love and hurt and love
Hope that you are taste
Hope that she can want you
Even in her haste
Hope that she will want you
In her places that she goes
Hope that she can use you
To mend the heart so full of holes the loss of all the past and all the life that she 
had then to leave behind her losses and her darkness for today she made me 
smile real life is not a poem and is painful after all is said and done the smile 
has won.


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Missing Love

 Missing Love 
Missing Love 
 
 
Love sometime is missing ewe 
I'm blue but still alive 
All that rally matters most 
Is seeing ewe my host 
A day a nite a day a nite again 
And worth more than all of them 
A word from ewe to tell me love 
And everyone okay 
The time will pass away anon 
Today into Today 
While eye am missing love. 



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Fortitude

Solid as a Rock full of butterflys.

Mye tummy cries and turns away from me.

Worry comes to call and rears its ugly fangs.

When a person loves someone and it seems they go away.

All thoughts of working and of self just fade and drop away.

The only thing that works is SEEing them again.

Just marking time in pencil writing without ink.

Learning of the fortitude I need to stand complete.

I knoe she loves me this I think.

I contemplate the things I dew as the shadows thicken in the midst of me as I 
vainly try to carry on in some kind of fortitude.  I even listened to our song as sung 
by ewe.

Yes I found the Love ewe gave to me.

It is the beating of my heart, my fortitude.

We dew love, as I love ewe.
  
  


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Untitled #4 / When his wife died

When his wife died after three months of marriage
the widower tried to fill the hole in his heart
with food, TV, cards, booze, Buddhism
but none could take her place
so instead
he put a hole in his head.


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I Do Is Forever

“I do” is for ever, not just for a day,
Or a week, or a month, or whenever.
Stick close to your love, and don’t let them go
Don’t let them go, not ever.

“I do” are two words that are tossed all about,
And are tossed to and fro without care.
But if you hold to your spouse, when hard times come,
Then you each other’s burdens will share.

I have heard it said that a diamond is forever,
But I’m not so sure I agree.
The love that “I do” has contained inside,
Can outlast any diamond ring.

When you say “I do” and you make a commitment,
Just do it with all of your heart.
Don’t make your other half do all the work.
Get up and do your part.