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Details | Rhyme | |

Irritated

Help me smother this irritation ~ with lines and punctuations ~ Feed me pronouns ~ to drown incompetent sounds ~ Nouns to block inevitable frowns ~ verbs to calm nerves ~ Synonyms to perpetuate and penetrate minds ~ antonyms to reiterate in rhyme~ Give me a vocabulary of words to express my perturb ~ why must people be so absurd Lay


Details | Couplet | |

2012 resolution Vol 3

Another fresh year is here, I would love to banish from my life, worry doubt & fear. I would like to be joyous, true and live life each moment with zest, and give the people around me nothing but the best. I would love to talk, communicate and break mental barriers that are creations, and work hard towards mending broken relations. I would love to tell my wife to give me all her tears and fear, and take from me all my love the loving words she likes from me to hear. I would love to make an effort to be a good friend, to my elder daughter and put all petty misunderstandings to an end. I would love to stop to the people in contact ,the shoving, and spend more time in loving. I would love to stop being disadvantageous and outrageous, and speak only the truth and for that be courageous. I would love to fight my emotions all unfriendly, and cover them all with feelings that are friendly. I would love to learn to be sensitive, and towards others be open and receptive. I would love to practice not to crib about all the things life has not given me, and be greatful for the great things around me I have an opportunity to feel and see. I would love to learn to be content about all I have received, and focus now on giving and helping those, whom life has deceived. I would love to pray for world peace and plant more trees, and work to help out for carbon emission decrease. I would love to learn to be unforgiving, and be more tolerant and caring. I would love to right some of my wrongs, and be true to myself and hum joyous songs. Finally, I would love to learn to be humble and full of gratitude, and to do so spend some precious moments of my day reflecting in solitude.


Details | Free verse | |

The Fraud

a hallway.  offices.  tinted sunlight.  
people who have forgotten my name.  
but i am here.  
and then a room.  and a meeting.  
and i am unprepared.  
“you’re up”  says the leader.  
and my lungs fill with heaviness as they all turn towards me.  
my mind screams.  
my throat locks.  

and then a word fights through the scream.  
and i breathe.  and find a voice.  
and then another word.  
and a thought.  
then relevance.  
i am moving.  
and eyes do not wander.  
but the scream fights on:  
they will find out.  

i was connected at one time.  
so the scream would fade.   
but not now.  
these many years later.  
“we could use you again,”  
he had said.  
and i had relented.  
but why?  boredom?  faith?  
the scream of fear vs. the scream of isolation?  
or a familiar voice dragging me back from madness.  
“what have you been up to?”  
he had asked.  
and i had lied.  
and now my mind all scrambled between work and stupor.   

“what on EARTH are you talking about?!” 
demands the one who should have taken over for me.  
and the throat locks again.  
and the scream rises up.  
and he knows it.  
but sympathy has no place here.  
so i struggle with the scream. 
and find the words to hide the Fraud  
as he shakes his head in disgust.   

and i remember why i left.  
so i wade in the scream until i am done and take my seat.  
and the scream that never dies whispers, “what else is there?”      


Details | Free verse | |

My Calling

Reasonings

Too few
Hopefully more

My resentment flairs
My will ebbs
Still looking elsewhere

I won’t just leave
I care too much
My heart is here
Have more to give

Want answers to my whys
Know I’ll never truly know
Doors of opportunity may open
But I still hold hope
Knowing this is my calling


Details | Free verse | |

I will not be late to work this morning

I will not be late to work today

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This poem is over 
the work day begins



Details | 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 | |

Talking to Empty Cubicles

At 
gray fabric offices,
cubicles divide us—
turn us into
refuges
with mock privacy,
as overheard conversations
drip from lips
endlessly smacking.

Sometimes
it seems insanity
squared—
nothingness 
randomly speaking
in tongues
to cubicles
with no one there.

We 
thumb tack
individuality
loosely
to coarse fabrics—
arms stretched out
from wall to wall,
as mouths open
to mirrored
silences 
we never 
scream.


Details | Free verse | |

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’


Details | Free verse | |

Just Be

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

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

Jacob Reinhardt
10/07/13


Details | Acrostic | |

Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
!!


Details | Free verse | |

Rewards of College Education

in grade school
he heard about it

in high school
he prepared for it

in his first year
he explored it

in his second year
he focused on it

in his third year
he felt part of it

in his fourth year
he graduated from it

Now, he has a job
because of it.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Don't Care

I Don't Care...


I don't care,
if you're battered black and blue,

I don't care,
just as long as I can drink and screw.



I don't care,
if you've lost your damn job,

I don't care,
you're just a kernel off the cob.



I don't care,
when I see you begging in the street,

I don't care,
I get to suckle on capitalism's raw teat.



I don't care,
about the elderly, the poor, or the weak,

I don't care,
if the earth will be inherited by the meek.



I don't care,
if the climate is warming, I'm so much cooler,

I don't care,
in my penthouse I'm the boss, the only ruler.



I don't care,
for those rolling for scraps in the muck,

I don't care,

I really don't care, cos' I don't give a f**k



inspired by Bob Geldof's "The Great Song of Indifference"


Details | Personification | |

Wait For Me

You wish to possess me
I am the embodiment of your dreams
Yet I remain elusive
I tease you
I allow you to hold me but not for long
The smell of me intoxicates you
You work night and day and still I am not yours
I am promised to another
Others are living their dreams
Why are you left in poverty?
You are told I can not bring health or happiness.
It feels like a lie.
Wait for me
I will fill your pockets one day
Honest work does pay
If you have patience
I will not run away
Do not sacrifice to much in the pursuit of me
You need less of me than you imagine
I am but one gift that you will receive.

First attempt at personification, hopefully I got it right.


Details | Free verse | |

Life in Cubicle

The Noose is tightening.
The 5’s and 10’s yanked from our hands and aching backs 
Are spent on band-aids:
A last stand effort to plug the holes in our hearts
When the price of drowning is only getting higher
So we turn to tiny acts of thievery
Taxes prettied up, cashiers uncorrected,
Stealing at the edges because we’re backed into corners, 
Corners
Glittering with promises corners
Dripping with possibility,
With Island resort wallpaper
Sold in bulk at Wal-Mart for
Profit: A trail of crumbs called America-
Which has curdled our souls and we love it!
And hate it and gossip about it and think obsessively about it and then
We find the most expensive friends our looks can afford,
Shopping for substance (50% off)
Staring through the eye of a screen 
Light speed in pursuit of heaven on earth (Ignore the plastic)-
Until pop!
We die of ADHD. 
Never having had the chance to smell the genetically modified roses.
Never having had the chance to see through this kingdom of ideas
As we served out our sentence to life in cubicle.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/24/2013


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The Library Man

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

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

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

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

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

Voice of Reason Contest


Details | Free verse | |

THE PEN!

"Are you Quill?," She asked abeam.
"Yes, of course! - mostly - when the Muselle` 
visits oft'n'r upon, as my wont!
"Well, here!, this will surely help at the Magic...

And IT, Voila!, was in hand, a thrust-unmistakable!
Blunt, bulbous & sleek, a slick Recife, 
this Turquoise and Silver stick.

Is IT "Blue?" Is IT "Black?" 
Pray, "Blue-Black!?"  Wow! - 
A Sole instrument for Playing in the Indigene,
Soul Colors of the Earth! - I nearly crack to Self.

Swirled-embedded, b'neath the haute Baekelight-Crystal
like a LavaLamp-Entemp.  IT's messages of ambidexsrait-
Threads, Mola thru splayed fingers.  O' Charitable Mage 
You have brought to Life!...   I     Write    Handcrafted!  
                                                        
                                                        H.e.m.
                                                        5.1.MMvii.
                                                        Solus



Details | Light Poetry | |

Clueless Job Applicant

You’ll never guess whom the cat drug in; have a day where you just couldn’t win?
He came strutting in, smacking his gum loud, dressed to the nines Goth Punk style.
Tats trailed down his left arm, with my notice, he said, saving up for the other arm.
When ask about drugs, his answer to me was: “Yes, I’ll share” most invitingly…

Metal adornments on ears, nose, and lips, didn’t want to know, the all of it, at this.
As I noticed, he smiled most cattily, asking: ‘Want to see where else they might be?’ 
Hair a Mohawk with a trail down his back, colors of the rainbow, left nothing to lack.
Steel studs on a black leather butt, said, ‘Bite Me!’ with each and every staged strut.

What are you kidding?… Do my eyes me deceive, or did he just make a pass, at ME?
No Way! I’d rather drop kick him from my office fast, didn't he have any real class?
The application, a Sales Manager Job. Who would try to send me over the deep end?
Bet it had been a practical joke, beginning to end, so I simply held on, my friend.

He must've read my face, forhe smirked, I continued to ask for his list of experience.
His experience was none, but he said he managed his I-tune collection, very well.
Of course, he was the Leader of his ‘Chat Room’. I wondered, ‘Who could tell?’ GEE!
Also an impressive set up on his Facebook page, for his innumerable video games.

I ask how he was qualified for ANY job? Said, Dad ‘THE CEO’ wanted him employed.
I verified this with a call, was told not to be too Harsh, he had Potential, after all...
Ask what job he wanted to give his son? ‘Let him chose himself’, came the real clue!
Ask him, what job he really wanted to do, ‘VP in charge of Recreation’ was imbued.

Said he'd check out all the great places, in his Dad’s fancy Porche. Honestly True!
I kid you not! And he wanted his girlfriend, made into his secretary, Yah! No Doubt!
Believe it or not, he got all he thought he was due. All approved by the CEO’s! True!
Just when I thought things couldn’t get any better… I began to really reconsider…

Really, who had been clueless… It hadn’t been him!… Which left me in a dither…
Knowing I just couldn’t win!  I’d be glad when this day was finally, truly, done… 
The kid had probably thought this a great joke on me from beginning to the end!
My perfect job, had just come undone! Apparently, being in HR isn’t always fun! 

My college degree, that took so much sacrifice, no longer sparkled, so much to me.
Boy did I now WISH, I was a CEO’s SON! As I simply got all the paper work done. 
Later, I saw the family portrait on the CEO’s desk. Lucky me! One down!… 
Only eight more to go!

Carol Eastman and Hubby


Details | Epic | |

A Legend to Recall

Wagari Maathai,
Boldness,eagerness,harmless
Was for a benefit,
Through melancholy,
You paved in,
To nail down the,
Green glamor.

You turned into waterworks,
When the cut down
Was on process.
Jubilant than ever
when germination flourished.

Likes tots
You looked after,
To see none but their growth,
The nourishment you fought for,
Regardless of the circumstances.

Down to your end,
Still showed your solicitude
that the woes came directly from your heart.
Weeps, for our well being,
wails, to ensure we received raindrops.
Confidently you battled,
To ensure no dry day approached.

Your deeds reached accross generation,
A total mother of nature,
A legend never to be forgotten.
We will live to remember
Your wonderful work.ag


Details | Lyric | |

Envy

A day in the country

I went to the country
To see my Bro's Land
I saw he had worked hard
His land looked so grand
For a second this envy
It tapped on my soul
But then I looked deeper
Saw things as a whole!

I looked at his features
All the lines on his face
Not character lines
Those lines that add grace
Just sad saggy lines
From worry and stress
There was naught in his manner
That read happiness.

I’m a loser to his type
I have no ambition
I live for today
He lives for his mission
But I have a smile
And a generous heart
While he, how I see him
Is a grumpy old fart.

10 August 2013 @ 1700hrs


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 | Free verse | |

Day Servants -- Servientas Diarias

Las mujeres que cruzan el rio cada dia
forman una linea larga para la migra.
Muestran sus permisos -- tarjetas locales --
y vacian los contenidos de sus bolsas.
Cuando las preguntan sus destinos,
contestan con las frases que han ensayado:
quiero comprar pollo en especial,
o desea mi hijo zapatos tenis de Wal-Mart --
mientras sus patronas del dia acechan,
a prudente distancia, en sus camionetas guayin,
con los motores en marcha.  
Estan fumando impacientemente.
Otro Winston? 


(For translation, see "About This Poem")


Details | Free verse | |

PARTED MEMORIES

It wasn't so long ago, that my new wife and I
had to find a place to live which we could call "Home".
We found an ideal place on the northwest side of our city,
easy transportation, good neighbors, and plenty of room.

When we decided to take the place, we knew it would be 
the bright, airy, comfortable, and loving home we wanted 
to make for ourselves.  Of course, there was work to be done
before we could move in.  Painting, carpets, and choice of 
furniture would occupy us for many weeks.

I don't know if every newlywed couple is as happy as we 
were.  Our love was enhanced by the work on that apartment,
turning its rooms from bare walls and floors into livable
spaces where we could be alone with each other.  We would even
have friends or relatives over - it made no difference in our
relationship...it was home.

Every relationship has its share of woes, and that apartment 
became a solitary point in our lives.  My idea of a career did not
jive with my wife's, as she so often pointed out.  I don't believe
it was the career, but the fact that I was trying to be someone I
wasn't, work with a company that I did not really know, and do 
something that was inherently destructive to our marriage.

I wanted to prove to her that she could be proud of me by providing 
for her the riches I felt she deserved.  My quest for the golden ring
only tarnished the ones we wore on our hands.  I was just too naive to
think that I was wrong.  I should have taken a step back and trusted
the partner to whom I had pledged my love.  By the time I came to my
senses, it was too late.  I had driven her away by my callousness.

Now, as I stand in this empty apartment, only the memories remain.
The laughter of that first dinner alone...her face in the candlelight, yet
I see it only in the darkened corner of the room.

There were the nights of love and affection in the bedroom...now only
shadows of the sweet passions left in the wake of her despair at
my leaving her alone to face the mornings.
  
Our living area was our pride and joy with the furniture we had so 
carefully chosen, the carpet of jade green, and the love seat where 
we watched our favorite programs...now, just a window to the soul
mate I should have been.

The apartment stands empty again, waiting for another young couple
to make it their own.  It was ours for a while, but now belongs only to
that place in my mind where I hide my personal treasures.  I loved her
then...I love her still. Home no longer, but in my memory.


Details | Free verse | |

Laughter is Indeed the Best Medicine On Hand

A day’s of hard work,
and serious issues to handle,
though some hiccups may arise,
in order to erase these hiccups,
we need to have some fun,
and laughter is only the best medicine,
to cure on these hiccups hands on,
for this, 
we may not travel afar,
just take a look at Indian politics,
quite laughable as it is,
wherein a number of issues,
had come to the forefront,
mostly related to the cap on cylinders,
and the FDI in retail,
wherein a number of politicians,
cast a number of political ambitions,
of becoming the National leader of our Motherland,
but have no concern for the citizens,
living in here,
wherein the bridge between the poor and the rich,
gets wider and wider,
it is not the pursuit of political ambitions, 
which the citizens want in here,
it is the solutions to various problems,
which they want,
and as such there is no politician,
as fit enough for this purpose,
are they really fit enough,
is the question and as laughable as it is,
it is time for the younger generations,
to take the plunge into politics,
wherein they need to cast over their fear,
and political apprehensions, 
and save their dear Motherland India,
from all troubles,
and to make their Motherland into a Paradise!!


Details | Personification | |

Law Of Reciprocity




        --------

Do You find your-self
    With-out a ladder
And just don't know
      What to do?
      ------
Try the "Law Of Reciprocity" 
Fore only good thing's come
          Back to You!
      ------
Plant your-self a Seed
And then You shall
        Have a Tree...
      ------
Just give it a little time
And soon you will have three...
     ------
Then You shall be able 
        To climb...
For the very first time...

             Poet Author
             Gary Fields


Details | Pantoum | |

Face To Face With Death

The day I met the airplane face to face
Just going out to work awhile that day
Never knew I could be meeting death's race
Working for Census Bureau_month of May

Just going out to work awhile that day
Client list in hand maps to draw that's grand
Working for Census Bureau__month of May
Lovely drive early spring __last stand

Client list in hand maps to draw that's grand
Never thought that this could be last journey
Lovely drive early spring blooms__last stand?
Didn't know God had my life in hand_not on gurney

Never thought that this could be last journey
But when that airplane I met on a curve
Didn't know God had my life in hand_not on gurney
Pilot out window motion_already swerve

But when that airplane I met on a curve
Never knew that I could be meeting death's race
Pilot out window motion_already swerve
The day I met the airplane face to face...


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bucket list of wants

Tons more I wish to do, Much more I want to do, Before I am laid on the pyre facing the sky deep blue, Much more I wish to do………. I want to scale scary heights, I want to bungee jump without any fright. I want to travel rough terrains on bikes, I want to make it through forests and go on long hikes. I want to wander singing songs, I want to sing about how I mended my wrongs. I want to be creative again , I want to write about my joys thrills and pain. I want to pour my heart and passion in my works, I want to write verses & haikus without reactions knee jerks. I want to take many a calculated risks, I want to learn from the entire process without shortcuts or fancy tricks. I want to contribute for a good cause, I want to give without siphoning material or emotional dross. I want to untangle messed up issues, I want to wipe off tears with empathy laced tissues. I want to work on taboo subjects, I want to solve regression of y on x. I want to listen to my music loud, I want to pen my work in a place far from the madding crowd. I want to sow seeds and many a plant, I want to bask in sun rays that into my room slant. I want to drench in the rains, I want to make paper boats and sail them in the drains. I want to pick up from the ground and smell fresh wet earth, And then joyously have my speech filled with mirth. I want to boldly write about myself only for me, I want the world to know me & my mind as they will always see. I want to meet often the persons, who mean a lot to me, I want to be able to emote my passions and feelings of love and glee. I want to be happy about just any small thing, And all this I want to do before the last breath to my nostrils I bring. Facing the blue skies on my funeral pyre, I want to be on the best craft my soul can hire…. All this I want to do very soon, Before sets into me dreaded gloom. But the life I live is taking its toll, I am yet to get out of this oblivious hole. Time is just right to set aside, And take a ride Fulfill my wants and dreams that I nurtured in me to grow, And I had put away sheathed in a cocoon of time many years ago. Now I don’t want a moment long, And I will do what I want and sing my own song, And do what in me I let grow, Many, many years ago.
by: Sashi.Prabhu


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The Thread That Binds

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

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

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

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

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


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The Petty Posh-WahZee - Liberation and Ostentation



The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation


The Not-So Distant Past:

The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves,
their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags,
are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice.

They endured brutal Apartheid harassment, detentions without trial,
torture in the cells, and mental anguish when loved ones disappeared,
they left their homeland, to continue the struggle against racial bigotry,
while countless others fought the scourge of white-minority rule at home.

Nelson Mandela and many, many others, spent their lives imprisoned,
on islands of stone, and on islands of the cruellest torture, yet they stood,
never bowing, never scraping, they stood, firm for ideals for which they were prepared to die,

and many, many comrades did die, at the hands of the callous oppressor,
and many, many comrades perished in distant lands, torn from their homes,
while the struggle continued, for decades, soaked in blood, in tears, in pain.


The Present:

19 years have passed, since freedom was secured at the highest of prices,
delivering unto us, this present, a gift of emancipation from servitude,

a freedom to walk this land, head held high, no longer second-class citizens,
in the land of our ancestors, whose voices we hear and need to heed today.

I do not care much for fashion, Lewis-Fit-On and Sleeves unSt.-Moron,
yet the ostentation that I witness baffles even my unsophisticated palate,

our ancestors' plaintive whispers are being dismissed, left unheeded, as
we browse the aisles for more and more, always for more and yet more.

Asphyxiated by the excess of the Petty Posh-Wahzee, we find ourselves,
perched precariously on the edge, of a dissolution of all that is humane,

babies go hungry, wives are battered, our elders left in hospitals for hours,
I cringe as I scribble these words, perhaps too sanctimonious and preachy,

yet I know, deep in the marrow of my brittle bones, I know, I know, I know,
this tree of freedom planted by the nameless daughters and sons of Africa,

needs to be shielded, nurtured, protected from our very own baser impulses,
so that the precious tree of freedom, may bear the fruit that may feed us all,

for if not, then we are doomed, to tip over, and into the yawning abyss, we shall fall.








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Workplace Blues


Think you’ve got the workplace blues No matter what work you do These words will hopefully inspire you Yes, your job may be redundant But the paychecks are abundant Some days you will get off track But the next day know your plan of attack Bring a smile and get it back If your productivity is ever low Learn from the experience and continue to grow Remember, “You reap what you sow” Keeping a positive attitude can sometimes be rough Remembering your mission and purpose is often enough Embrace what’s in your control and let go of the small stuff There’s no need to be discouraged Each day someone’s dreams you encourage As cliché’ as it may seem You are the gateway to many dreams Recognize the value in what that means No need for the Workplace Blues Instead, work on the attitude you choose Think of the many lives enriched by you Lay


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Reply Email From Subby Conscience

(Gail's note: This is the sequel to the Email to Subby Conscience poem.)

To: gadeb@zzzsmail.com
From: Subby Conscience
Re: Communication between You and Me
Date: February 14, 2012

While I sneak  and scheme in your chaotic REM
I am doing nothing more than being a friend.

Those dream-swirls and ‘mare-tugs purge your mind’s eye
so that your psyche can grow and won’t suddenly die.

While you’re gripping tightly to antique feelings that won’t budge
I’m prying them out; giving them a strong nudge.

And as you grudgingly work through a feeling or two
I am working my hardest to make you feel what is true.

I even may help you work out a solution or two
Because during the day you are too busy to.

Who else provides perks that allow you to be
both young and old in the very same dream?

So tell me dear, and answer me this.
What would you do if many nights I missed

And was sneaking around in another soul’s REM
What would your sanity be like then?

Without my help to work out thoughts
That keep you quite sane…

Would you then turn around
And try to cast blame?

Saying Subby’s absence caused you to act like a drip?
Saying Subby’s absence caused your tongue to Freudian slip?
 
Instead your mind can skyrocket and cozily soar
After I recede in the A.M. and work behind your mind’s door.


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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


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In the Groove

Into the groove of unthinking action,
file after file of manikins pack in --
beings above see the circular groove
peopled with puppets, all on the move.
Deeper yet they wear the groove down;
manikins' footfalls forever resound.
Of "outside", they now all think no more,
their eyes forever fixed on the floor.
Mechanical movement is all they can know;
movement defines all the life that they show.
The speeds of the dummies vary a bit
as they wear down the floor of the pit.


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a flood of swollen words

I've seen a picture of a book
caught in a flood from the past
and marveled at what the view
revealed to me, the reader

The book, arced and curved to
its center, like a ship's bow
darkened with abandonment, and 
white crystals grown from pages' edge

Words crystalized from every
line written, touchable thoughts 
crystallization of the author's soul
the original, unreadable, unknown

The wish to witness at pad and pen
as soul pours ink to paper page
tonguing salty thoughts may be what 
imprinted from the writer to me

© Goode Guy 2012-03-03

http://www.smithsonianmag.com/multimedia/photos/139705383.html


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Red's World

I hear everything all too well my weary body has no place to dwell so much is told about me I often wonder what is left is it not enough to mock me in the town square do we need to gossip with family I never truly had another tear I shed, but no one truly cares I am the almighty beautiful Red in thought and none of the world I live knows me or my past what doesn't work for them they invent or add she will forgive us all they reassure Oh Dear God make me a bird, I wish to fly away but the hens all laid for the day, the hay needs to be tossed, and who will milk the cow, so the woman, Red that lives out sin stays to work this farm again Often she becomes overwhelmed by it all but not me it is my destiny in my land of fantasy and made up things how I wish I could be like she I am the scandalous one I protect all those I love, at any cost but I will never be good enough I met a man once but he has traveled on he talks of things I seem to do, but it is not my truth he pays me back in silent death I gave up everything to let him live yet it was not quite enough you see he needed my family, friends, and destiny yeah, I met a man who claimed he knew me in my land of lies and make believe but Red she is strong and always says please she is the beautiful one ever-so loving and doesn't need things such as love she has too much to do her skin is not soft yet rough and she is tougher than I will ever be I just want to fly away each day to some land I created I live in beautiful dreams in fields of wheat I long to be where I saw my children last but to Red they are forever gone passed on to seed yeah that makes my world of fantasy with made up monsters so much better ask Red she will know I am weak yet she is so strong
youtube com /watch?v=N3sUpbmBYyM Gossip in the Grain inspiration Will edit later Just being silly


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Our secret pact

 Written on 7th may 2012

The three of us, I don’t recall the time,
when we first met I shared all secrets of mine.

One of them I realized began to befriend me about an eon ago,
the other one I recall was with me since puberty, constantly seeking a glow.

The three of us made a pact for me to move on
but now it is only me and the two of them gone…………..

One was the inner me
and the other was the man in my mirror I envied to be.

But now it is three woven into one
and it is the new me.

As we draw our pact now and here
Would love to banish from my life, worry doubt & fear.

Would like to be joyous, true and live life each moment with zest,
And give the people around me nothing but the best.

Would love to talk, communicate and break mental barriers that are creations,
and work hard towards mending broken relations.

Would love to tell my wife to give me all her tears and fear,
And take from me all my love the loving words she likes from me to hear.

Would love to make an effort to be a good friend,
To my elder daughter and put all petty misunderstandings to an end.

Would love to stop to the people in contact ,the shoving,
And spend more time in loving.

Would love to stop being disadvantageous and outrageous,
And speak only the truth and for that be courageous.


Would love to fight my emotions all unfriendly,
And cover them all with feelings that are friendly.

Would love to learn to be sensitive,
And towards others be open and receptive.

Would love to practice not to crib about all the things life has not given me,
And be greatful for the great things around me I have an opportunity to feel and see.

Would love to learn to be content about all I have received,
And focus now on giving and helping those, whom life has deceived.

Would love to pray for world peace and plant more trees,
And  work to help out for carbon emission decrease.

Would love to learn to be forgiving,
And be more tolerant and caring.

Would love to right some of my wrongs,
And be true to myself and hum joyous songs.

And finally, would love to learn to be humble and full of gratitude,
And to do so spend some precious moments of my day reflecting in solitude.






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Spirit of Horse and Man

The rider accepts the horse and the horse accepts the man.
No man rides a horse… It’s a dance in poise and symmetry as one.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
The power is felt in the movement as the horse stretches out its gate.
The muscles move beneath the man with power waiting to escape.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
The fluidity of the gate is matched by the fluidity of the man.
The nostrils flair in both… The dance has just begun…
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
If they do not work together… They will not work at all.
The horses’ mane like the mans’ hair, is held tight in the flowing wind.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
With each step they take… A balance must be struck.
For every step they take… Their intent must be as one.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
The spirit of the horse must merge with the spirit of the man.
Together they merge in a symbiotic relationship as old as horse and man.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
Feel the movement… Feel the power… Feel each muscle as it moves.
Feel each breeze unfold… Feel their hearts and souls as they meld as one.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
Point to counter point… The man doesn’t own the horse or the horse the man.
What looks so easy is not a simple thing as they travel forth as one.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
The connection is tightly woven. This spirit of Horse and man.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
And with each ride together they will meld again as one…
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump


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Stressed

Overwhelming stress Like a ton of bricks on her chest It lingers like a pest Much more complex than chess She has no strength left to test Her mind is drained A tense body remains Her soul is heavy with pain On the verge of going insane She's emotionless and growing numb Preparing for what’s to come She's ready to run Lay


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Dead to the World

Dead to the World…

I don’t feel good about anything anymore
Look at me; I’m dead to the world
Nothing is sacred, no one is safe
Just look at me, I am dead to the world…

Say goodbye to a friend that has reached an abrupt end
It’s much more than a job when it has become a way of life
You must see it in another way
Realizing that it’s not your life
And the path ahead is clear and bright again

But look at me, I don’t feel good about anything anymore
Face down; I’m dead to the world
Nothing is sacred, no one is safe
Just look at me, I am dead to the world…

All good deeds die with the day and all good days just as bad will end
At the end of the tunnel always bathed in light you’ll stand
The human contradiction in shades of light and dark
The fire inside is burning but still won’t give off a spark

I don’t feel right about anything anymore
Just look at me, I’m dead to the world
Nothing is sacred, no one is safe
Face down; I am dead to the world…

You give it all there is to give 
Your blood, your sweat, your tears
And what rewards will be there for you
After you have given so many years to the cause
But a short and cold goodbye, heartless and thankless

So look at me and you will see;
I don’t feel good about anything anymore
Face down; I am dead to the world
Nothing is sacred, no one is safe
Look at me; I am dead to the world…




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From her Cocoon

She sits over her writings, a chrysalis, a solitary form.
All of her adventures are tucked in her mind this morn.
Her poetry is meant to half make you laugh or weep.
Her stories are soulful with multiple twists to reap.
Her husband peeks at her ideas before going to work…
She can’t wait to discuss the results back and forth.
She’ll revise a little, but not the main inspirational theme.
This poem is the result of a days’ insightful dream. 

She’s a butterfly who may never come out from her cocoon.
But she’s safe, warm, and happy… with your reading a boon.
There are always those admirers awaiting her final results.
Like a butterfly’s wings the words tarry, till they finally bust forth.
She helps others understand… they’re not alone…any more…
With a moment of her presence and beautiful, unfurling heart.
Then she’ll hide away back in her cocoon till when…
She’ll awaken, forever beginning the cycle… anew, again.

 


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Dignity

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


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Free Labor for China

China accepted
free labor from Americans
to pay U.S. debt


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THE CHOICE OF ONE'S HEART

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


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


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


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


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


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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    


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Passion Fruit Juice

where oh where does my passion lay? in a shoebox, under the staircase? i’ve been looking all day, i’m getting too tired to play. i guess it’s better off this way, to be missing eternally, than to have been found and broken, a curse that bounds when spoken, these days i hardly mention your name. most dreams are fairytales, i need to pretend if i want to achieve. i’m numb, like i’ve had a lobotomy. i am living in honesty or i am not living at all, my passions been pressed into the page - transformed from a natural beauty into something useful.


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another very colorful day

late for work, but had to
yield to the ambulance with flashing lights

raspberry slurpee spilled on important papers
as my brakes shrieked at the STOP sign

ran up the stairs to beat  the elevator
slipped and broke my sparkling cherry nails 

then noticed slurpee  spots on my 
just-perfect blouse, giving it a deeper color

entered morning meeting embarassed,
with flushed face and blood-vessel eyes

my heart pumped excessively as I felt
my source of life flow from head to toe

sat down and stared at a flowing flag outside--
stripes reminded me of my eventful morning 

Left work, thanking God for the
redemptive blood of the cross

that helped me to get through
another very colorful day




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Being in the servitude of others

Service;
customer.
Look down their nose to mud;
always right;
you lose.
Class.


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THE BOW LEGGED GIRL

      THE BOW LEGGED GIRL
I took all of your tank tops and your hose and your sox,
and I put them all together in a little brown box.
I put all of your dresses and your shoes in a sack,
and I wrapped it up because I knew you're never coming back.

I took your funky records and your Playgirl magazines
and dropped them in the trash with all your green and purple jeans.
I took the clothes I bundled up and gave them away,
to the Salvation Army, it seems like yesterday.

You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.

I met a wino on the street, she looks just like you,
she wears a see through blouse and she walks bow legged, too.
She sings those funky songs and plays the guitar outa sight,
and she takes a bath in cheap perfume like you did every night.

She still sings about Viet Nam and love we don't show,
guess she doesn't know that Viet Nam was 40 years ago.
She's out protesting every day and carries a sign,
 and bites her toenails ev'ry night just like you chewed on mine.

You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.

She has a job but all she'll say, it ain't chopping wood.
And it's funny how her money lasts, and she lives so good.
She bought a brand new car one day, a green Cadillac,
and it's got a bar up in the front and mattress in the back.

I don't know why she thinks she has to work every day,
cause I never had a job I just live on my welfare pay.
She picks her nose and rolls each bugger in a sugar ball,
and just like you used to do, then she eats them all.

You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.

I married her in the park, it seems like yesterday,
and I don't know what I'll do if she doesn't run away.

She brought her uncle home with her from work the other night,
and her uncle and my cousin all got drunk and had a fight.

She got locked in the bedroom with the meter readers dad,
and they had a lot of fun all night, but I felt awful bad.
He took her home with him a while, but she wouldn't stay,
I wish you'd come back home to me, and run her away.

You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.


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Timeless

Many speak of courage and the dragons that they meet

But what of the dragon within, deep within the deep

A beast so terrifying, it’s made many a strong man weep

No flames bursting from its maw

Instead a song so captivating it lulls you to sleep

All other dragons are scales in its hide

One must enter its lair alone and bow at its feet

You must respect its power before you draw your sword

Because once you stab its heart you in turn pierce your own

Mustering this kind of courage is no easy feat

By killing the dragon you also kill yourself

You are reborn in the womb of wombs

You awake to the world humbled and renewed

For it's embracing the truth of this beast
That allows you the clarity to recognize peace


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STRESSED

                                                 STRESSED

Sometimes when things begin to close in,
I'd like to sit down and chill out,
Find someplace to just get away,
And refigure what life's all about.

Sometimes it seems life's too full of demands,
My talents are spread way too thin.
There aren't enough hours to be found found in one day,
My duties begin but don't end.

Life cannot be just all work and no play,
Our youth is gone way too soon.
Think I'll start chilln' out before it's too late,
Learn to sing me a brand new tune.

It's good to know duty and good to know fun,
And when each begins and when ends.
One must learn life is filled with both duty and fun.
Learn to organize so it all blends.

                                                            Judy Ball

If you burn the candle at both ends you run out of candle too fast.


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ADAM AND EVE II


NEGATIVITY STARTED IN THE GARDEN
WITH TRICKERY FROM THE ADVERSARY
TWISTED WORDS HEARD WHILE STANDING
AT THE TREE
WICKED CONVERSATION DRESSED UP
POSING QUESTIONS ,MAKING ACCUSATIONS,
PLANTING SEEDS OF CANCER .....
MISUNDERSTANDING CAUSE THE DISCONNECTION
WITH SPIRITUAL INNOCENCE......
ADAM AND EVE ASHAME OF THEIR NAKEDNESS....
NO LONGER SINLESS PERVERTED THROUGH THE USAGE 
OF WORDS..........


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The same

We all wish to be rich
And be the best looking to walk the street
And we all hope that some where
Is the perfect person waiting for us to meet?

We all want to have very nice house
And live a life very happy
Some wish to travel the world
And some wants to marry and start family

And to live a comfortable life
And everyday was easy as 1, 2, 3,
To some it do become a reality
And to others it will, remain a fantasy

But no matter what we become
We all need each other skills to survive
For the doctor who can save a life
Need a mechanic to repair his car to dive

And when the president of the U, S, A,
Having of eggs coffee and toast bread
He needs the poor illegal farmer who harvest
And work till their fingers bled

And all the kings and queens of the world
Needs the unknown tailors and seamstress
So when they come out in public
Every can see how very they are dress

And we open our Christmas gifts
And put the garbage out the next day
We are so happy to come home and see
That the garbage man has taken it away

My grand mother use to say
That one hand can not clap
So we all can’t be heading one direction
We will reach no where following the same map

So no matter if you are very rich
Or if you are very poor
We need each other to build a house
Pave the roads or open a door

But still some feel the need to think
That they are better than others
When they find their self in trouble
Then they realize that no one even bothers

Some may accidentally spill coffee
And their new laptop
Then take it to the geek
Sayings please make the problem stop

The man who cuts the grass
To make the million’s yard looks nice
Or the old Indian lady cooking
That mayor Bloomberg like her curry and rice

We all can not be the same
But we make this world work as one
And the sooner we realize that
Then a new direction in our life has began

There are the unfortunate ones
Just look around us and we will see
And if we pretend that we don’t notice
Then its shame on you and me


Details | Than-Bauk | |

a mess still looms

weary congress,
on recess, while
a mess still looms


Details | Alliteration | |

THE BOTTOM OF THE BEER BOTTLE

I sold my soul to the bottom of the beer bottle. So what if I want to wallow around 
with this low self mentality . A sip here a sip there, why not sip everywhere ...you 
see?
You see, you really don't care when you have the mentality to wallow in the hallow 
of a bottle.
I sold my soul to the bottom of the beer bottle;burning out the aching pain that 
causes me to be insane with so much shame.

Boy,the bottom of the beer bottle isn't where I really want to be?You see the 
bottom of the beer bottle did not bother me; but now ,it's really affecting me.

Ican't eat sometimes I can't even sleep,because the bottom of the beer bottle is 
calling me.It's really beating my body.How can I ever benefit when the bottom of 
the beer bottle is calling me?How could this ever happen to me?

When I used to win and grin, beating the bottle;what I once to beat is now beating 
me and my body.The bottom of the beer bottle is calling me.

Idrink it waking up and drink it lying down.The bottom of the beer bottle has a tight 
hold on me.The bottom of the beer bottle is calling me.


Details | Haiku | |

Temptation

The thought of doing anything else,
When you have to do something particular,
Is truly distracting.


Details | Free verse | |

Stop and Go Traffic

Driving to work on a Sunday, 
Went to work yesterday, but didn’t get much done,
Except looking for leads for new work.
It’s pouring rain outside my big comfortable conversion van,
Traffic is stop and go, and I was thinking of a recent girlfriend.
I watch people’s faces when I can,
Puffing my pipe filled with a tobacco that tastes like Texas Twister but
It’s some flavor that I got when I was working in Oman,
Still fresh in the zip-lock bag, or at least fresh enough.
I let thick clouds of smoke drift out in front of me,
At my foggy front wind shield, then crack the window to watch it rush out into the rain.
Traffic jams don’t smell so bad in the rain.
I roll the window down more because it’s been awhile since rain hit my hands.
Saint Mark by a composer that I missed was the soundtrack down 75.
Schubert played when I missed the exit to 635, but it was completely stopped anyways.
So we went down a side road, in the rain smoking my pipe,
Going to work on a Sunday.
I don’t know anyone like me, I really don’t.
Guess I should do some work now, I have expectations to meet.

Michael F. Lewis
8/26/2012


Details | Free verse | |

Revitalized

Clocks in the house were all but removed 
I chose utter quietude over malicious ticks and tocks.
Adhering to schedules was reliant on the angles of the sun,
and the sandy family hourglass artifact sitting by the side 
of me at my station, every hour on the hour reminding, and
I myself being ready to flip.  This was how not to live 
as a farmer and still be a slave to the working of grains. 
The sanctity of my spinning room was also my prison for
 forty hours every week, and a third of my adult life. 
Pressing down on the pedal below to see the top half rotate
and as my world turns I sometimes get approached. 
With significant fibers, their casual orders are mine for marching,
working that spindle to the satisfaction of the customer,
as was every occasion but my last one, the best one, the only one 
that I'll remember as special, delivering my soul from boredom.
My only daughter, sweet thing, no siblings to rival with
unless a naked, well tattered doll counts. She took it on adventures 
to the moon while I couldn't see my child, my savior expanding horizons.
It was silly not to see her blowing about carefree as the wind that day
without concerns over food and shelter all she desired was the deepest 
one of all.  She was sleeping on desires with every chance to dream for her 
best friend a modest cape for him to fly. Deep inside I knew her spirits 
and that doll would ride the same breeze but I had to say no for the silk 
was not mine. The customer was always right until the next day 
when I stepped out to the corner store for the bite of a sour apple, 
returning to an open door the hourglass was broken and my spindle bare. 
The world had stopped spinning, time had stopped existing… so long 
comfortable rut. Mortified for a brevity, just when I thought worlds 
couldn't change, mine had with the crashing of an antique. The glass 
littered beach on the floor was proof of that. The spindle was stripped of 
its importance and all of a sudden it hit me fast, so fast I smiled.
My daughter was no devil and yet she was the culprit stealing
my heart before and a cape now but it was okay,
just this once, to have a family legacy mocked
for the prosperity of a child's imagination. 
Seeing them fly in the backyard I dripped gentle
waves from tear ducts upon that glass scattered beach    
secretly grateful, values in my life were restored. 


Details | Acrostic | |

BP: Brutal Performance

Broken       “Perfect”       
Blowout      Preventer
Billowing    Petroleum
Burning       Profusely

Bodies          Paining
Burning        Peeling
Bleeding       Pleading
Buried           Passing

Blighted       Preserve
Bayous         Profaned           
Beaches        Polluted
Biosphere     Poisoned

Banned            Products
Boats               Parked
Businesses       Pinched              
Breadwinners  Penniless

Beleaguered      President
Bluntly               Proposed
“Billions             Promptly”
BP                        Provided

British               Petroleum
Blind                 Profiteers
Bloody              Pumpers
BRUTAL          PERFORMERS!

British               Petroleum
Broke                Permits
Betrayed           Public
BRUTAL           PERFORMANCE!


Details | Ballad | |

Working Man

Stiff joints, 
Tired to the bone, 
For mere coins, 
I work all alone, 

Rough hewn hands, 
Tarnished by labor, 
While times slipping sands, 
... Erode this old trader, 

Get a little ahead, 
Then quickly fall behind, 
What more can be said, 
Abound trudging this old grind, 

I give all I can, 
They take more away, 
Until left in my hand, 
Is less than yesterday, 

How can this be, 
How can I survive, 
When all I can see, 
Is barely staying alive, 

There's no promise for me, 
No hope of retiring, 
There's no future I see, 
Except one of perspiring, 

Where is the hope, 
When this road is endless, 
How can I cope, 
When I am left defenseless, 

No dreams can I see, 
No prayers answered today, 
But I work endlessly, 
To find a way one day, 

To find answers, 
Answers to my prayers, 
Where hope finally swears, 
To live up to my cares, 

And hope blooms, 
From the hopeless life, 
Which fills this room, 
Bringing me such strife, 

And should this prayer, 
Be answered by God, 
I know that I'll swear, 
To give him all I've got, 

But I know this is just, 
A passing dream of mine, 
And I will do what I must, 
To keep towing the line, 

And I know the Lord, 
Has others with greater needs, 
So he can not afford, 
The time to fool with me, 

An old salty soul, 
Who is truly lost and sad, 
But this is my role, 
And it really isn't all that bad...

by My Gull Wheels On
a.k.a. Michael Wilson


Details | Free verse | |

HONOURABLES

At eighty he is still a coolie
toiling in paddy lea;
reaping pods and
heaping the seeds.

His sagged muscles working
in wonted harmony
But his brain tired of thought;
of his son who died as a sot; or
of his daughter widowed at twenty past
or his wife pulling weeds at another spot.

He has to carry on this moil; I thought
till death to retain his breath.

Looking at his pitiable plight
a wicked feeling swept my heart.
How great we're in contrast;
honourable servants of the State.

We retire at sixty, in peace.
Take home a lump sum of grant, apiece.
Also a pension for monthly use.
Last but not the least
a T.V and a chair to ease.

All this at what a simple price.
For sleeping forty years in office! ! !


Details | Acrostic | |

A POETIC CONSCIENCE

                    Dan Cwiak -  Dedicated to *** Constance ***
 
                    The Rambling Poet's work titled: Throbbing With Life

      
                     In thinking of a contest poem with ~~~ RULES ~~~

                     Consideration must be given to them,

                     Or the poetry written will not fit

                     Under their *** UMBRELLA ***

                     Lonely, the poet feels encumbered by

                     Doing his work for such a ~~~ CONTEST ~~~

                     Nothing else can upset the delicate balance

                     Of words, rhyme, and *** METER ***

                     To enter a contest is a challenge

                     For any poet to attempt ~~~ YET ~~~

                     In so far as subscribing to the rules

                     Necessary, he must make the effort with

                     Devotion, thought, and ***STRONG WILL ***

                     This is the strength of the poet's 

                     Heart as a writer and wordsmith,
                     
                     Endeavoring to complete his ~~~ TASK ~~~

                     When I try to write something clever

                     Or get on with my writing as a  *** QUEST ***

                     Rigid are the thoughts that cross my mind,

                     Descriptive are those that only ~~~ ESCAPE ~~~

                     Such that I am mindful of the burden laid upon me.
                     
                     To some, it may come easily to their *** BEING ***

                     Others, like me, have a more difficult task as the 

                     Disharmony of thoughts, words, and feelings

                     Evolve into an imperfect type of ~~~ PERFECTION ~~~

                     Very often, the expressions are only those 

                     Of the emotional guilt I may have for the subject.

                     Too often, however, I begin to use *** Poetic License ***

                     Even though, I should not take that liberty.

                     To those who can claim the poet's glib words,

                     Or the gift that they have,  often proceed to ~~~ GIVE ~~~
                     
                     Yet, such is my life as poet.  Such is the ~~~ CONSCIENCE ~~~

                     Of my soul.  Oh, but to shed myself of these thoughts,

                     Under the banner of the poetry that I *** WRITE ***
                     
                    


Details | Lyric | |

Upon the Silence

...however as he slothfully reclined
Banking himself on the cold steel bench
Dilemma gripped nastily on his shoulders;
The clouds pace above and as if alive
Winked at him- pulling memories from behind

"Oh yes, we are but a speck of a seed
A granule, puny and almost trivial
By how- minute as we- pull off an impact
Than a lone tree in a dry sunny land
And lighted cottage amidst dark forest indeed?"

Resounding they truly are, his mentor's words
Past and spoken, long uttered in the wind.
Yet it reverberates from the turquoise skyscrapers
To the bench he sat beside his proud Ford.

"For the proper or for the practical thing?"
An innocent query shrieking upon the silence.
a galleon of betterment versus virtue;
The bright clouds blots his space on the wide greenery.
"Affirmative." A salmon is going upstream.


Details | Free verse | |

A Prayer of Regrets


Maybe I should have
bought Fort Garry Personnel
for a dollar instead of letting it
die. But I thought of next month's
office rent. 

I remember having a desk to
sit behind with a phone
to make appointments,
life sized, watching the
business world tense around me.

It would have been worth a dollar
to play in a lonely historic place,
continuing for another month
to cherish small hopes, not
quite well-dressed and smiling.

A bottle of sugar 
in a glass of wine,
pressing a tender, 
frightened heart
into the body of a soldier.


Details | Terzanelle | |

start producing

while congresmmen are bickering,
Americans are appealing:
stop the gridlock, start producing!


Details | Couplet | |

The Blessing for My Book

As my job and health failed me... I dreamed to someday put together a 
book of poetry and this will be the blessing it will begin with...

As I sit here weaving my poetry
Into the semblance of a book…
I find that I must ask Gods’ blessing…
For the journey, that together we have took.

I find I must bow my head in thought…
Over this book that together we have wrought
As my hands clasp oh so reverently and earnestly over my heart…
As I believe his help brought the words together that I sought.

And God set the journey that shaped what now before you begins…
He helped me find the words that reached through my heart to my pen.
I pray the poems will be worthy of what he showed me as my life’s art.
And upon this book I honestly pray that his blessing he will impart. 






Details | Free verse | |

My Business Is Today

Committing myself to action; 
I stopped to put all plans away.

Determined to author my Life's book pages, 
I began the business of today.

I did away with past and future: 
Losses made and profits gained; 
That to lose and this to gain.

With the past already accounted for, 
And future yet to be taken account of; 
It's a waste for me to keep their books -

My business is today 


Details | Rhyme | |

resolve

4th December, Sernabatim
By Sashi.Prabhu(ZEAUOXIAN).

They gasp to search and find where lie my secrets dark,
I am not handsome or dashing akin some fashion model all sharp.
When I start to tell them stuff they are not aware of , they think I fib,
Muster they will all their will to put me down and just not crib.

When I tell to them it’s within my reach and I can do,
All they will is to scheme and get me from it as far away as Xanadu.
When I enter a room as cool as can be,
They lower their voices and their scheming eyes avoid me.

As I work upon my chore some error which I do, they chuckle to see,
They swarm then around me like a hive of savage bee.
I always tell them that it’s the fire in my eye and the passion in my heart,
Progressive push in my thoughts and joys to my nimble feet brought.



Women have wondered what they see in me,
They try so hard but my inner mystery they cannot see.
When I try to show them what’s inside me,
They all say in unison they just cant see.

Don’t know if you will understand why my head is held so high above,
I push and drive to get my work done and goals met anyhow.

The softness in my heart and the bend of my hair,
They have exploited and I all I need now is to care,
…. Care I will surely from now on,
My resolve to be firm is now far from gone….

I’ve heard that the war is not right,
Because it’s only broken relationships that are left.

Don’t choke and suffocate on holding it within you,
I‘ve learnt the universal words that are true
“ don’t hold on to what you want” and you,
 let go and it comes right back and sticks like glue.


Wrong choices in life by them,
Get you to the places meant for the “gem”.
But am saddened now that their hearts now,
Pass through desolate and lonely street they sow,
To “resentment alley”  is the place they will all go……..


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 | Triolet | |

Jude triolet

Unfortunate life and endless sorrows
And Fractured dreams with gaps between 
Life and bestowed Wonderings of tommorow
Unfortunate life! And—endless sorrows
Instead of life long goals this day and morrow
With lowly goals instead of dreams
Unfortunate! Life! And endless – sorrows 
And Fractured dreams with—gaps? Between 


Details | Free verse | |

Mary of the Street

she slides through space
clad in vestments of intention
washed in moonlight nightly

you have seen her
heard her rave
in dreams 
in passing
telling ancient truth
performing the required rituals
so that
the sun might set
the moon might rise
the wounds might heal
and the old die well 
may they die well

she knows the timeless agony
that forms when wont meets scarcity
and so she weeps
not for herself
but for you and i
for our children
and for the trees
never for her self
for she has sacred work to do
sacred work to do
each day

you have seen her
seen her sleep
in grime
on sidewalks
and once under the sacred trees
now gone
the sheltering trees
the trees that were
the final gifts of departing gods
casualties of war and ignorance and 
unacknowledged fear

why the rituals
why the holy intent
why does she love us
when we have no love for her
she who loves our children
she who prays and cries
and burns each morning on the pyre 
of the rising sun






















Details | Lyric | |

why OH why

  got work to do 
                                                feel like i have the flu
                            but got to go in anyway
                 
                     cant find my keys 
                                                about to sneeze
                 
                               at home i wish i could stay 

                      the wind is frosty 
                                                    just spilled my coffee

                                this is starting out to be a bad day

                      i cough and it hurts 
                                                      defrost dont work 

                                 and why dont my radio play
                    
  man! i got a flat
                                       and changing it hurt my back

                                                               but at least i can be on my way
                             
                    and now the car wont crank

                                                                  whew ! there's no gas in the tank
                
                            life is a funny game that we play 

trying not to cuss
                                                    
                                                  as i  chase down the bus 
when i ran into a kid with a sleigh

                           now i'm late for work 

                                                                 and everything hurts

but i have to act as if everthings ok

                                                                now im really tired

say what! im fired
                                             and i cant even get hazzard pay

well those are the breaks 
 
                                                    i gotta keep my faith 


    so all i can do now is pray

                                                  


                      


Details | Free verse | |

Holiday Gift

The greatest gift I ever got, came with a year that definitely was not.
Health costs and a scam had emptied everyone’s pot.
The tree was bare with nothing to hand out…
And my son had to work thru the Christmas Holliday, we all sought.

We wished him home but he had to work if he was to eat.
And for several years he had not wanted, with us to be.
But this year had taught him we were better than he had perceived.
And he wanted to come home to hold and be hugged, you see.

At the last moment he got the Christmas Day off.
Our gift to him was the price of gas and food on the four-hour trip back.
But his gift to us… you see was the greatest of all…
For he wanted to come home and simply be with us all.

Twenty-four hours minus 8 hours on the trip.
Dinner wasn’t much but it was all we could give.
But no one noticed as everyone talked…
It truly was the greatest holiday present of them all… that we ever got.

Thank you God... your gift to us wasn't lost.


Details | ABC | |

Young Black Man

The everyday struggle of a young black man
Just the thought of being broke
Trying to get him to understand
If you don't work You don't eat
But these young black men in today's generation
have their own understandin about this dog eat dog world
And what it's like to survive in the streets

On the block with the nicks and the dimes
Like a 9 to 5
Saying they just trying to make ends meet
But when those ends don't meet
Than their mindset change 
And turn to plan B
Now they scoping out the next man neighborhood
Than head back to the house just to plot a B&E
Hoping they don't get caught

But when they get caught
They sit alone in a cell
Looking at their reflection
as If they were looking at their own worst enemy
But nobody din't get you there but yourself
Young Black Man
You have to ask if need a little help
Young Black Man
Now you having dreams 
Anticipating your freedom in that outside land

But when you get outside
You head back to the block to the trap house
To grab your fie and a pound 
And head back out on the block
Talking bout you putting in overtime
Young Black Man

So it's no more 9 to 5
Now it's sunrise to sunrise
but when will you look over your life 
And finally realize you could have did something better
Now you have a child on the way
Do you think they care if you work at mc D's , BK
Or sold water off the side of the palmetto
Just to get a buck
Young Black Man

You can be an entrepreneauer
Set forth and learn something new bruh
Instead of being subjected to the streets
And next thing we know we lose ya
Now you got your family and friends
Heading to the Flea
To get that R.I.P. placed upon theor black Tee
Forced to think about the old days and loved memories
Cause you see

"Back in the days 
I was young and afraid
Like I was lost in a maze 
A creature trapped in a cage
And I just wanna be free
Be FREE BE FREE!!!

So Its time we make a change...


Details | Free verse | |

You Bring Me What Is Next

You bring promise to me.  

What had happened throughout my life I do not understand.
I wondered,  
Is a soul’s expression cut down because it is no longer functional when evil reigns?  
Is expression elite,
select,
for the pure of heart.
Is it no longer at the heart of work when work is all that is left.  

Is it possible I can survive the loss of my mother’s faith,
the loss of my father’s hope so many years ago’
the loss of my Lucy’s life, so real and fresh.  
Is it possible that the creative bulldozers she dreamed of are real.  
Is it possible that life can include shalom
while destruction continues its constant rain.  
Is shalom not just a myth to seduce youth and age into not despairing.

Having you with me is disturbing in my soul.
Disturbed where there is vitality and life,
mystery and still secrets,
force and calm,
creativity not yet released,
promise and hope.

It reminds me of years ago, when hope was more vivid,
when my soul believed it could express itself  and not become damaged.  
When I believed in soul and not evil.  

Lucy believed in soul.  I believed in her.
She finally did what was in her soul.  
It was beautiful to watch.  
It left me feeling soulless,
but I loved her,
loved her with all my heart.

You bring promise to me.
~~~

To the woman who came into my life after my wife Lucy’s death from cancer.
~1998


Details | Sonnet | |

A Late Night Call

A cooling ev’ning eased the heat of day,
Too bright the sun that withers on the skin
Throughout the working day, no words can say
The pain of being stuck in work within.
To work all day when summer paints the sky,
Unkind it seems and never truly fair;
The promised cash that reasons justify,
Is no salvation to a greater care.
The working day will end but leave me cold,
In the silence of my old, empty room,
For she’s not there for me to love and hold,
As night begins to fall in dusky gloom.
Yet with the night I feel her presence near,
As whispered words softly caress my ear.





Form: English Sonnet


Details | Free verse | |

What I Meant To Say

What I meant to say was...

I'm sorry, and
I miss you,
And I forgive you and I hate you
I meant to tell you that I want to work it out 
between us,
And it could never work between us, 
because
There's this thing between us,
Though you have my whole and soul
I listen for your whisper at night,
All day,
I sickly dread crossing paths
I promise you I meant to talk to you again,
Unless I got in my way
I cry to you, at you, sometimes for you
But nevermore in front of you
You've made me stronger than that, though
I do love you
I meant to tell you that you're scum

What I meant to tell you was that
I can still feel your love
Your lies
Your kiss
Your sighs
The quiet way you left me in the night
Or the messy way I ripped you from my side
Your wish to die
Your guilt, my guilt, my lies
Nevermore I want to cry

What I meant to say is I'm drawn to you
For love of danger, or neglect
Not for love of myself (or is it?)

What I meant to say is that I love you,
But I choose me.


Details | Free verse | |

GEOLOGY

                         Excavation begins,
                             chisel strikes
                            hardened rock
                                 surface
                        So uncompromising
                     that not a mark is made.
                             Another more
                            powerful strike
                            breaks through,
                             a small cranny.
                                   Slowly,
                                  precisely,
                                  painfully,
                           the work pays off.
                            Layer upon layer
                               lies beneath,
                           how disconcerting,
                          so much more work
                                to be done
                                  to reach
                                  the core.
                                   Steadily
                         each layer fragments,
                                  revealing
                                 yet another,
                               hardened more
                             by time's passage.
                             The digging down
                            seems endless yet,
                           with sweat and tears
                               and little sleep,
                              the work is done. 
                                  The journey
                                 to the center
                             reveals the magma,
                                  the essence,
                               the truest form,
                                  beneath all
                             the hardened rock.


Details | Haiku | |

SOUL SNATCHING JOBS

SOUL SNATCHING JOBS

Tall Power forks pray-full tongues

Chews the tender will

Gnaws bones of  fragile spirits


Details | Free verse | |

Flow of the eye

										Call this a life

									Sat at a screen

				Of life.    End.

								       Attention span


		Still trying to make sense


								Shortened



	Still on the internet




                 The younger generation wants to be successful.


Details | Pastoral | |

Ministry

Time has flown by,
those years I’ve spent in the parish;
a treasure-trove of mem’ries
awash with meanings and satisfactions.

Ministry came out as a priority
nourished and developed; a constant effort.
with friends around, prayers to say;
God, indeed, is so good.

How my ministry has grown
with the evolving deal of immersion
with people that I walk with
or with my prayers every day;
a journey, indeed, a continuing struggle.

But life has been kind to me
notwithstanding my disappointments somewhere;
it’s with optimism to keep going,
to have a positive outlook and determination.

Ministry is vital, a coherent rationale
for the clergy, religious or lay workers;
a great commitment, a sublime calling,
mindful of their people, generous to their actions.


Details | I do not know? | |

tripping but not missing

 somethings change and 
 somethings stay the same

 walking into the basement bathroom 
 noticing how the light reflects off of 
 the mirror above the towel hanger
 
 now there are mermaid bones mixed 
in the porcelain and urine in my toilet. 
 
standing there longer than usual staring down.
 
 half of me amber siphoned out and my lips are dry,
 half pack of camels in my left pocket.

  somehow acrylic sanitary acronymns float to the surface,
  i stare at them, but i cant quite make them out.

 oh well what a waste i think, i might have needed some of those. 

 then i remember the acid stamps i had taken a few hours earlier, 
i think they were called purple elephant.


Details | Rhyme | |

I just can't win

19th april 2012
By Sashi.Prabhu(ZEAUOXIAN).
I just can't win, And when i get very close to win ............ They gasp to search and find where lies my secrets dark, I am not handsome or dashing akin some fashion model all sharp. When I start to tell them stuff they are not aware of, they think I fib, Muster they will all their will to put me down and just not crib. I just can't win When I tell to them it’s within my reach and I can do, All they will is to scheme and get me from it as far away as Xanadu. When I enter a room as cool as can be, They lower their voices and their scheming eyes avoid me. I just can't win As I work upon my chore some error which I do, they chuckle to see, They swarm then around me like a hive of savage bee. I always tell them that it’s the fire in my eye and the passion in my heart, Progressive push in my thoughts and joys to my nimble feet brought. I just can't win I just can't win Women have wondered what they see in me, They try so hard but my inner mystery they cannot see. When I try to show them what’s inside me, They all say in unison they just can’t see. Don’t know if you will understand why my head is held so high above, I push and drive to get my work done and goals met anyhow. But I just can't win The softness in my heart and the bend of my hair, They have exploited and I all I need now is to care, …. Care I will surely from now on, My resolve to be firm is now far from gone…. I dont care if I can't win. I’ve heard that the war is not right, Because it’s only broken relationships that are left. Don’t choke and suffocate on holding it within you, I‘ve learnt the universal words that are true “Don’t hold on to what you want” and you, Let go and it comes right back and sticks like glue. Wrong choices in life by them, Get you to the places meant for the “gem”. But am saddened now that their hearts now, Pass through desolate and lonely street they sow, To “resentment alley” is the place they will all go…….. With them losing my heart would be happy because "I just can't win"


Details | Sonnet | |

Sonnet?

Every second passes by me unseen But I can feel the weight of one minute After each hour my mind becomes keen: That these days are adding up bit by bit. Each week my personality alters A year goes by and my mind starts to twist Decades pass and it seems as time falters, My mentality gets lost in time’s mist. Yet when I am with you the clock stands still If only I could exploit these feelings I could stop the sands of time at my will But I’m not capable of these dealings Time now steals what I already forgot My mind starts to fade but our love will not


Details | Free verse | |

We Are Not Artificial We Are Legion

The stagnate machine planted firmly, rusted gears laboring to drudge along.
It does not function properly anymore; it has become obsolete.
The workers no longer need the machine to live their lives.
They can design a new system, built upon self-sustaining values.
It once labored greatly to support its work force. The machine now hinders the lives of the workers.
The workers grew so reliant upon the machine they thought they had become part of it, cogs in the system.
Now they realize more and more each day, that not only are their lives separate from the machine, without  it they are more able to focus on the fundamental values of life.


Details | Senryu | |

PRELIMINARY TO TOP

	                                 Stairs are like classes		
	                                     preliminary to top		
	                                  who reaches obtains		


Details | Rhyme | |

Suicide Is Not the Answer


Lately, I have noticed a very disturbing trend.
Many people wish for their life to end!

There are many circumstances
that bring this about.
Many feel "trapped in," and think
"there's no way out!"

I admit,...  I have been very
discouraging thoughts.
Sometimes, wondering, if I was dealt
"the wrong lot."

But just when I feel alone
and trapped within.
I think about Jesus! He's always
been my friend!

I've called to him more than a time or two...
When I didn't know
"what I was going to d."

When, to him, I cried out and pleaded...
He's given to me the hope
and direction I needed!

I recommend this same Jesus
to your life today!
Whatever your problem...
He has made a way!

An abundant assurance
Is what Jesusbrings!
He is an awesome God!
And can take care of everything!

Your problems are never too big
or small for him to take control.
He can bring healing to you!
And make your body whole!

He is what's needed! In this lost
and dying generation!
Won't you accept his mercy
and salvation???

By Jim Pemberton   2012





Details | Rhyme | |

Unfinis---

I imagine my mind as a factory,
With hundreds of people inside of me
Who work at their desks with pencils and ink,
To write out my thoughts and the things that I think.

They are staticians and doctors and men who suggest
Answers to questions when I take a test.
They are playwrights and editors who take to the screen
Movies and dramas whenever I dream.
They are psychologists and soldiers and comedians too,
Mho write out the scripts for the things that I do.
But in spite of these people, I have yet to find
What place I hold in this factory-mind.
What do I produce when I work at my desk?
Is there something that only I can do best?
Am I unneeded? A personality diminished?
Perhaps I'm a half-thought, simply unfinis---


Details | Rhyme | |

Boiled Brains

So finally
Age's shadow throws its cast
Time for some to live the past
And yet I have this silly quirk
I'd feel much better back at work
So rather than stay home and snooze
I'm back at work
No time to lose
And with a staged real happy face
I join once more the working race
Ignoring others ripe with cash
Doing little with their stash
Their burned out wives no longer stay
With boring mates to waste their day
So maybe my new life's not bad
Better busy
Then just sad.
Use your brain
It must be fed
Just move ahead
Get out of bed
New challenges will keep you strong
Don't waste these days
That's just plain wrong


Details | Rhyme | |

These Are Dificult Times for So Many Without A Job


These Are Difficult Times! These are difficult times, with many frustrations. Many people in hardships and difficult situations! Many are filled with worry and concern. Not really knowing which direction to turn. As more are getting dependent on government. Many without work have lost any kind of fulfillment. While many seek what seems to be the best “plan.” Cries of hopelessness ring throughout the land! I, too, have been without work in the past. Wondering how much longer it would last. The months that went by, turned into years… As I sought assurance for my worries and fears. The only true peace and security I have found. Has brought love, when life came “crashing down.” I found that what really matters the most! Is Jesus! And letting him hold me close! I knew if I lost everything that was around me… God’s presence and peace still surrounds me! He made it very evident and so clear. Whatever happens in life... HE IS ALWAYS HERE! He picked me up when I felt lonely and depressed! With him in my life… I felt comforted and blessed! My problems didn’t disappear in just one day! But through life’s trials… God made a way! Whatever difficulty or problem you may face… Won’t you accept God’s gift of mercy and grace? He can do more than any other power can do! And brings meaning to the words; “I LOVE YOU!” By Jim Pemberton


Details | Senryu | |

Job

Spending the whole day
Working so hard and striving
For the wine and gold..


Details | Free verse | |

My Business Is Today

Committing myself to action; 
I stopped to put all plans away.

Determined to author my Life's book pages, 
I began the business of today.

I did away with past and future: 
Losses made and profits gained; 
That to lose and this to gain.

With the past already accounted for, 
And future yet to be taken account of; 
It's a waste for me to keep their books -

My business is today 


Details | Rhyme | |

i see beyond vol 1

They gasp to search and find where lie my secrets dark,
I am not handsome or dashing akin some fashion model all sharp.
When I see beyond  and tell them stuff they are not aware of , they think I fib,
Muster they will all their will to put me down and just not crib.

When I see beyond and tell them it’s within my reach and I can do,
All they will is to scheme and get me from it as far away as Xanadu.
When I enter a room as cool as can be,
They lower their voices and their scheming eyes avoid me.

As I work upon my chore some error which I do, they chuckle to see,
They swarm then around me like a hive of savage bee.
I always tell them that it’s the fire in my eye and the passion in my heart,
Progressive push in my thoughts and joys to my nimble feet brought.

When I see beyond me and wonder what they see in me,
They try so hard but my inner mystery they cannot see.
When I try to show them what’s inside me,
They all say in unison they just cant see.

Don’t know if you will understand why my head is held so high above,
I see beyond and drive to get my work done and goals met anyhow.

The softness in my heart and the curl of my hair,
They have exploited and I all I need now is to care,
…. Care I will surely, as I see beyond from now on
My resolve to be firm is now far from gone….

I see beyond that the  coldwar is not right,
Because it’s only broken relationships that are left.

Don’t choke and suffocate on holding it within you,
I‘ve learnt the universal words that are true
“ don’t hold on to what you want” and you,
 let go and it comes right back and sticks like glue.

Wrong choices in life by them,
Get you to the places meant for the “gem”.
I see beyond and amsaddened now that their hearts now,
Pass through desolate and lonely street they sow,
To “resentment alley”  is the place they will all go……..
 


Details | Free verse | |

Jury-rigged

My heart doesn’t beat like yours any more
It’s held together with duct tape and string
Balloons pump my blood and gears turn the beat
Paper clips hold everything in place
I’ve noticed no one notices
Though I’m patched and stitched in places
And the seams stretch and pull and tear
They still feel open half the time
You see, I still work just fine
My limbs, they move, my mind, it thinks
Yes function over form, I still work just fine
Though the buzzing noise in a bit odd
And the paper clips often bend and break
Many pieces ought to be replaced
But I just can’t afford it now
Good hearts cost much more than what I make
And like I said, it works just fine
Most of the time, when the bits don’t break


Details | Monoku | |

RHYTHM

                                            Realization of reality		
                                                 Harmony in		
                                                 yielding of 		
                                                 Time with	
                                                  honoring 		
                                                   motion..........................................


Details | Free verse | |

Never

When disrespect is given 
Never expect generosity
When fakeness is proven 
Never expect the same treat
When a sorry is said but not taken in action 
Don’t ever imagine or wait for forgiveness
In this case it is never granted
Cold frosty rude looks should be from the person 
Who got no respect?
Not the other way round
Life is there; don’t wait for good things to come
Go running after them
Take each opportunity 
Strengthen each relationship 
Hard work is the key for every success
Organize your life
Schedule each day 
Live with gratefulness for being alive
Live with hope for what good to come
Never expect happiness is in your house
Unless you open its door
Cover your sadness
Never show you’re weak
Communicate and socialize
Meet new friends
And never forget old ones
Never rely or depend on anyone
Be independent 
Don’t beg for any needs
Live and work 
Earn and buy 
If you want something 
Do it your self
Feel some pride
Ignore silly mistakes
Always remind yourself
Of how a greater person you would be
For doing something an ordinary couldn’t…
 



Details | Light Poetry | |

GIVE ME BEGS AS I PRAY FOR

                Let, the finest senses be flown in to the hearts of 'The World'								
                Let, the dirty, from every stairs, angles and spheres, be clean								
                Let, the Children be grown up with such mentallity for better future								
  Let, the politics of selfishness be closed forever to pave all the ways of  good Constructions								
                Let, the  peace, prosperity and happiness live in every one's home								
                Let, me be there with all again in this  World with all generations								
                Being an utmost beggar,  Oh! GOD, I pray you, give me begs as I pray for 								


Details | Lyric | |

The Act

"The smile then melts off her face
in a frantic heat of boiling, screaming rage
and trickles down into a pool
of boundless sorrow...."


React like you think they think you should
Whether or not you really feel good 

The act will pass on
and so will they 
soon enough

Don’t you show your pain
Keep pretending you’re still sane

This life 
is a dream 
and it’s not long now
‘till we all wake up

======================
Look for the song-----coming soon!

www.sorrylittlesharky.com 


Details | Free verse | |

Of Cashiers and Cutters

Each day that I go to work,
I feel like I’m a zombie…
The smiling faces I put on are all just an act.

At the end of the day my jaw hurts from putting on these fake smiles, 
The smile that seemed to be permanently glued to my face…slowly fades.
I’m tired of making petty conversation, when I couldn’t give a damn…

But I guess it could be worse…
I could be that girl, the one I used to see every Thursday…
The one with razor-blade scars on her arms that made my stomach coil…

I’d ask her for her bonus card, casually, like everything was okay…perfectly normal…
She would hand it to me…cautiously, her hands always shaking.
I felt sorry for her…

No…I will not show her pity…
She’s probably sick of hearing everybody’s sympathetic nonsense…
No one can really understand unless they’ve been through it…

I can only imagine…but I too have felt like ending my own misery…
Sometimes I think of how I could change it all…
How I could change this ridiculous routine that I call my life…

But then I think twice and remember what I have… 
And then I thank my lucky stars that I’m smart enough to reconsider this…
Something so selfish and cowardice as suicide…

Then, my smile becomes real…
No more fake, happy-masks…I do give a damn…
I am truly thankful for what I have…

I am grateful for the job, home and loving family that I have …
I am also thankful that I have enough faith in God…
Enough faith that I would never take the life that was given to me…

Faith is not something to be taken lightly.
It’s something not all people have…
Something that this girl may not have had…

This job…only temporary,
I know I can move on…my life could be worse, but it isn’t,
I’ve taken so much for granted, its time to say “thanks.”


Details | Rhyme | |

Special Love

Sometimes it's far too easy to
Not see the one in love with you.
Gone away or right nearby
To see clearly you must try
To look beyond the pretty face
and look for inner peace and grace
Those are the things that mean much more
then the physical you've been looking for.

So each day when you come home
Be thankful you are not alone.
Someone there has chosen to
Spend this day right here with you
Despite all the plans they could have made
Not a second of life with you they'd trade
For the little things that they do
for no one in the world but you

Next time when you look at them
Ask about their day don't just pretend
Pay attention to their every word
Even if all those stories you already heard
For it is of those that made you two
Your loving attention made them love you
Just because some time has past
Don't let these seconds be your last

For with each second that you are blessed
Share with them that happiness
It means so much more when it comes
From the person that you truly love
Without attention love will surely die
Reviving it you can try
But once the damage is said and done
It will take more work to make you two one.

With  that work comes it's reward
The kind of love you've been searching for
So make the time to spend together
That time will result in love forever
You will have done the very thing
That makes love what it is supposed to be
Between two people for all time
Is what makes your love the special kind.




Details | Rhyme | |

Reflection

We may fool ourselves but not our Lord and Savior
Will we meet his eyes at peace with our own behavior?

The little lie, the hidden truth might be written in the sky
Each little act of deception, will it be reflection in his eye?

Can we see others faults yet close the door to our own
When we reach the end can we show we have truly grown?

Will we be ready to accept responsibility for our action?
Will things said and done to others be a sobering distraction?

If I have power do I use it for helping others succeed?
Do we take advantage of others to satisfy our own need?


Details | Haiku | |

MIRROR IS ENOUGH

                                             Dishonor of truth
                                            images of all poses
                                               Mirror is enough


Details | Free verse | |

Works of Art

Have you ever seen
The portrait of a dog
Painted on the road,
Not in the great tradition
Of living colours as you’d 
Expect, but in all the 
Terror and detail of
An untimely death?

Have you ever seen
The sketch of an imposing house
Rendered not in vibrant charcoal
But the coal of shattered
Hopes and burnt out hulks-
The work of the Great Artist above
Or the mean imitation of an earthly forger?

Have you ever seen 
The picture of an ocean beach
With dark waters lapping
The fish-laid shore,
Not the magnum opus of
A master in oils; but
The work of an oil slick?

Have you ever seen
These great Works of Art?
And have you ever wondered why
You had to be
The great portrait
Of a Master Caricaturist?


Details | Quatrain | |

Jobless Recovery

What's the opposite of a jobless recovery?
Am I recovered in my unemployment plan?
Can my life's ambition be made compulsory?
Can I ever be in pursuit of happiness again?

Is my economic outlook feverishly rising?
Can my party fix all my troubles with planks?
What's the good in dour predictions surmising,
a bleak future is likely in my future thanks?

Do charts and graphs shovel down in the ditches?
Can talking heads turn sound-bites into a meal?
Can legislators bind citizens strife with stitches?
Do they even realize that our struggle's a big deal?

Do the waifish children known as Ignorance and Want
clinging under the ghost of Christmas present's robe
have no earthly refuge or resources, to flaunt?
Are there no prisons, no workhouses to provide hope?

A man's measured by more than the job that he works
Best accept the fact now that we're brother's keeper
Day after day without a job, life's a struggle without perks
and the price of peace and contentment is made steeper

© Goode Guy 2012-03-13

http://www.npr.org/blogs/money/2012/03/12/148450194/whats-the-opposite-of-a-jobless-recovery


Details | ABC | |

Fish Do Drown And Monkeys Do Fall From Trees

So you say you cannot be caught when you do things that are immoral or lawfully 
wrong
Even when performers are on stage, ask Ashley even they get caught when they 
lip synch their songs
So no one is really perfect in any way
Every dog has it's day
After they sin, the next moment they are asking for forgiveness on bended knees
Fish do drown and Monkeys do fall from trees
Just for example I watch a car pass me and down the road they are pulled over 
for speeding
Companies brag about how well they manage their people, come on Cintas, that 
is so misleading
Sometimes it is best not to say what is on your mind
You may hurt someone you care about and bread that thin threaded line
They say you can't please everyone, so who do you please
Fish do drown and  Monkeys do fall from trees
Now you are at work and are hiding because you stayed out past your work 
curfew
How selfish, the only one you care about is you
You know where to go to catch some Z's
Some time you will realize that Fish do drown and Monkeys do fall from trees
 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Transvestite Not Working.......

Gender prejudice is a hoot,
Who gives another the right
to determine femininity or
masculinity?
Haven't they ever heard of men
who act very feminine,
Yet, they are not gay,
Metrosexuals, that's just their way,
Then, there are women who relish
being Tom-Boys,
because the thrill of kicking aces
brings them joy,
They can beat the old boys' network at
their own games,
doing it effectively and without
shame,
However, closed minds feel better off trying
to ostracize,
because an Amazon woman can cut anyone
down to size.....


Details | Free verse | |

Self Destruction

Self destructive, even writing on pages without lines feels chaotic and liberating 
even though I know the frustration I will feel as my words slope downwards, down 
words. They angle, pitching against my embedded need for order and yet I fight 
them I struggle to keep the line-to see the line-I'll walk that line-can't stay in line-
always last in line-do not cross this line-that line-THE FINE LINE!!! Obsessed with 
the line which makes perfect sense yet none at all and the shortest distance 
between two points is a straight line and I always thought I loved straight lines. But 
I combat that translucent self declaration by my blatant deviance from that line. 
Don't get out of line-will I lose my place what am I waiting for? Don't get out of line - 
am I misbehaving inflicting my own consequences?  Self destructive, seeing if I can 
break, take a break, break in time, break it off, breaking down, braking fast, failing 
brakes, I drive too fast, in such a rush, I need the rush, I need to breathe, can't 
catch my breath, I am breathless, and now I'm weight less, weight on my shoulders, 
bear the weight, can I bare the wait, wait for me, wait one cotton picking moment, in 
this moment, momentary lapse, memory lapse, running laps, running in place, where 
is my place, I've been misplaced. Self destructive, too reluctant to restore order, may 
I take your order, don't give me orders, I like disorder, I love misconduct, code of 
conduct, code of honor, in your honor, I'll honor you. Self destructive, seep into the 
wall, against the wall, behind the wall, behind the scenes, the scenery green, 
envious green, green like greed, greed is need with no hope for survival no Savior, 
revival. Self destructive, psychologically damaged, damaged goods, previously 
owned, needs a good home, welcome home, no place like home, run away from 
home, homeless, helpless, hopeless, more or less, better or worse, it looks worse 
than it is.
Self destructive, but progressing, work in progress, needs some work, work on me, 
work with me, piece of work, work for peace. I am at piece piecing together the 
things I have broken when I had no brakes to take a break to find my peace. Self 
destructive, my nature is to conclude the inconclusive, wrap it up neatly, nice little 
package, suspicious brown package, but I can't, I refuse to this time, what time is it, 
out of time, some other time, stop wasting time, no not this time, need to make the 
time. Still self destructive, the scars don't show, not all the time.


Details | Free verse | |

Assembly-Line Infix

we crimp
we stamp
all

bang bang

day

putting parts
to

bang bang

gether

thinking only
of our

bang bang

coffee

break


Details | Free verse | |

The Stop Light

I stand at an intersection
A flashing light above my head
Red
Yellow
Green
Over and over again
Never ending
Watching the empty roads
Animals run by
Never noticing its endless work
Weeds and dust blow by in the breeze
Floating away without stopping
Am I the only one to stop?
To look?
To notice?
I watch 
I have to feel admiration
This machine left alone
Nowhere
Minutes, hours, days, years
Working, waiting for someone to take notice
But, does it even want to be seen?
Does it care?
Or is it happy in the middle of its own world?


Details | Sonnet | |

Please Give Me Some Time

I am bewildered as to how to carry on my write ups!
With my eyes all time into the bookish stuffs;
Teachers and proffessors praise me for my talents-
But still they scold me for studies making me silent.

I am bewildered as to how to think positive!
With all men in power stressingupon negatives;
They say us to be optimists-
But neither thet act nor allow us to be good artists.

I am bewildered as to how to invent new in life!
With mind in tension where I thrive;
They tell me you will do great-
But the same warns me perform or fret.

So much contradicts in this world of mine-
To write and find new please give me some time!!








Details | Quatrain | |

pressed

he stands amid the dusted rays
of beams from smudged, windowed days
casting light on the words below
pressed flat upon papered page

he's been here since before sun up
stained and smelling of turpentine
surveying the thoughts he's pressed
quickly he hangs the page to dry

then re-inks the typeset laid to table
and inserts another piece to press
pulling at the screw-pressed platen
repeating process his labors express

his desire to enlighten the world
not just his neighbors informed to tell
ideas and thoughts carried on back
ancestors haunched with ink and quill

before them criers cried the street
events be known upon lips aloud
spreading ideas throughout the land
difficult to speak beyond the crowd

and unbeknownst to him and kind
someday in future ideas are spread
with something called electricity
through wires and waves on into head

to reach to you my heartfelt soul
ideas with emotions and feelings said
until now, thoughts sweetest aspirations
words spread like jam on slice of bread

words, like feelings toil quietly
carry your touch and feeling along
to distant lands and distant times to
give life's meaning, therefore prolong

what the publisher and writer wish
to convey to all able to read or hear
that thought, like life, is precious
held close at hand, the mind made clear

© Goode Guy 2011-08-09

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ink
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Printing_press
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Publishing


Details | Imagism | |

Corporate Hell


                                                          Walmart
                                                       by Steven Pineda

         There is a place that I work at that is called Walmart.  I get ready everyday just to go to work for the evil corporation of slave drivers.  The managers there are like giants holding whips slashing you and telling you to do there bidding.  You do get a break ever two hrs but the water they give you is gasoline and is nasty and they shackle you to the store so you will not try to escape and run for your life.  I stand at the register which is an evil machine that sticks its claws into you and doesn't allow you to move till you feed it money.  And the thing you should be scared of is the almighty customer which you have to bow down to and do what ever they say. As I stand there waiting for them to come with all there nasty goodies their going to buy I tremble because I can hear the sound of their foot steps which is like nails on a chalk bored screeching towards you.  If they choose you and go to your line beware for there are not forgiving and will throw you to the fire at a given chance.  The first customers comes towards me and with whips starts hitting me and telling me to move faster to ring up there items so they can go home and dwell in they cave they came from.  Hands hurting, Fingers bleeding this is the life of a cashier.  At the end of the day I reach the doors and something magical happens I grow my wings back and fly home to enjoy myself.  Then in return I become the customer and make another cashier bow down to me.


Details | Ballad | |

GrandPa V.

A man's man, He'd been in the war,
saw many places not seen before.

Liked to work with His hands,
smoked a pipe and came from France.

Raced His horse on Sunday,
and used it to plow on Monday.

Liked to wear suits and hats,
but didn't like the neighbors cats.

He had built the first bus,
so school wouldn't be missed.

Made Me a toy barn when I was 3,
came to all My birthdays, just for Me !

Taught Me to work very hard,
didn't like people who turned to lard.

Stuck up for Me when I was a kid,
cared a lot when nobody did !

Had worked for the railroad,
up in Ashland where it's very cold.

Showed Me how to work with wood
and told Me how to dance with girls good.

Kept his car shiny and bright,
at 20 years old, it was a beautiful site.

He showed Me respect...
and told my studies not to neglect.

Loved Grace his wife,
and was with Her for life.

Helped to make Me a man,
and to be all that I can !

                                           By Perri R. Voge  for My GrandPa Voge, I miss him.




Details | Free verse | |

Write Something

I have been challenged

To everyday

Just WRITE SOMETHING

You’d think that’d be a simple task

Since I call myself a writer

Just WRITE SOMETHING

Isn’t as easy as it seems.

What am I supposed to write

When all I’m trying to do is

Just WRITE SOMETHING?

Maybe I should WRITE SOMETHING

About how I woke up feeling great, ready to take on the day

Until I turned on the news heard the snow storm hit earlier than expected

Making the commute to and from work a complete disaster

Maybe I should WRITE SOMETHING 

About how for once

The CTA was running on time

And I actually made it to work early

As opposed to my standard 5 – 10 minutes late

Maybe I should WRITE SOMETHING

About how long my workday seems to drag when I’m in the office

And how fast times flies when I’m not 

Maybe I should WRITE SOMETHING

About how I’m grateful that I have a job

But really feel like I’m just spinning my wheels coming here everyday

Maybe I should WRITE SOMETHING

About the homeless woman I saw during lunch

And how I wondered where she’d go tonight when the ‘deep freeze’ hits

Maybe I should WRITE SOMETHING

About never finding the time to myself to write 

Instead settling on jotting lines down 

On whatever piece of paper is handy

Whenever something comes to mind

Maybe I should WRITE SOMETHING 

About how at the end of the day

I look in my notebook and all I see written is

I WISH I COULD’VE THOUGHT

OF SOMETHING TO WRITE


Details | Rhyme | |

Aim!

Fame?
how can you claim?
when you lack an aim!
no aim means no name.

As streets without names,
indescribable to a damsel,
so your work becomes endless,
when at work you're aimless.
 
Even a lame with an aim,
quickly came and earned a name,
while many were maimed,
for daring life unarmed!

They thought of claiming fame,
but life got them tamed,
for not living with an aim,
in their struggle for fame!


Details | Free verse | |

Flashback & Forward Days

Many moons ago in autumn
I often sucked my thumb
Cuddled up in my little crib
I couldn’t even see my ribs

I would say gaga moomoo
While looking at the moon
That was so much fun then
Oh my, time is on the go

Now I am paddling my canoe
Wondering what info is new
With chap sticks on my lips
Taking this multitasking trip

Looking forward to the day
When I can with honesty say
Time to kick back and relax
Without swinging this axe


© Joseph, 11/2/07
© All Rights Reserved


Oh well, you know what I mean.
Keep scratching your head. It’s figurative!  
Got you~lol...hehe!!!



Details | Free verse | |

Blocked

Poet's eyes
Closed by reality
Hands bound by housework
Insanity prolonged by repetition
Exit door locked
Key lost in yesterday
Can it be found?

A copy of a life once lived may be
But is it reality for you?

Conformity, the angel of death to a free spirit
Raising its head to modern day life

Fairytale dreams of revolution cloud dreams
As life soars on the clouds of the future
We take another step into tomorrow

Nothing more to conclude
Nothing more to imagine
Nothing more to give
Society has won
One more tally on the score sheet
One more person driven insane


Details | Rhyme | |

The Dreaded Day

Today is the Dreaded Day
That many will be put out on the street
And others won’t have any power
And others won’t have any food to eat.

And other’s children won’t have a Christmas
They won’t have any presents by a tree
They won’t even have a tree at all
They’ll feel lucky if they get to eat.

This is American reality today
People are living on the streets
People who could never have imagined
That this is where that they would be.

They look at themselves in the mirror
And wonder where did they go wrong
They live in this great country
How long can this go on?

These are highly educated people
With their Masters and Phds
Why is there no work for them?
There is no  place for them to work
How is it that this can be?

And then there are the other ones
Who just want to work for an honest wage
And there is no work for them as well
No chance of employment at any place.

The weeks and months have been turned into years by now
They’ve long since lost track of how many days.

There has to be a solution
For our country to get back to where it’s been
Something is going to have to give
For all Americans to live as men.

We didn’t ask to live like a bunch of animals
To be begging for food on the streets
We deserve to have some dignity
We should be able to work for what we need.

So damn all those who have caused this financial mess
Those who have injured all those of us with pride
Let them live with the devil until eternity ends
It’ll be a fitting punishment for what they’ve done to others in this life.

God bless all of those who are fighting every day just to survive
Who now don’t even have enough to eat
God bless their defenseless children
Who continue to struggle and live in need.

One has to continue to believe in goodness
That those who do the right thing will somehow win
And that American Prosperity and Industry
Will return to our country once again.

Today is the Dreaded Day
That many will be put on the street
And others won’t have any power
And others won’t have any food to eat.

(December 22,  2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,


Details | Free verse | |

Beggars All

A poem comes in disguise
like a beggar in the mall.
Some sit and look pitiful
and can not meet your eyes.
Others have a story,
"My sister's fatally sick in Ukiah,
please help us we've run out of gas."
Some poems work subliminally,
you wonder if they might be
from another world. They stand
in busy walkways and 
chant "spare change", under
their rancid breath, seemingly
oblivious of you.
Some wear their sign
that tells their life, a life 
that might be yours.
Others affect an air of casualness
as if they were your best friend,
"Say, you got a quarter?".
And then there's the one
in whom you sense such doom
and menace that
you have to cross the street.

You drop your metaphor
in the cups, because
you never know
whether any of them
will work for food,
whether any will really work


Details | I do not know? | |

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


Details | Bio | |

Citizen on Patrol

It’s 5am, and the alarm clock screams
As I reluctantly open my eyes 
Starting my day with a regimented routine
Before the sun even begins to rise.

As I dawn my vest and uniform of blue
And pin the silver badge upon my chest,
I pray that I return home safely to you
And yes, I promise I will do my best.

Some call me a hero, others call me a pain
Because I’ve sworn to protect and serve,
They think that I do it for some kind of gain
Not realizing that it takes a lot of nerve.

To stare into the face of a person with a gun
Praying you don’t have to pull the trigger,
I can certainly tell you that it isn’t fun
And there’s a lot of emotional rigor.

Sometimes I feel like I can’t do it anymore
As I kiss my wife and walk out the door,
But then I realize that I’ve given my pledge; 
To face all hardships and walk that razor edge.

It’s 5am, and the alarm clock screams
As I reluctantly open my eyes 
Starting my day with a regimented routine
Before the sun even begins to rise.


Details | Monoku | |

PERFECTION IS KNOWN UP TO UP TO DATE

                              perfection is known up to up to date 				


Details | Rhyme | |

Nature 4-8-85

Give to me the good land
sweet earth and soil
the sun the shade and her toil
Put me back in natures hand
the cycle of things that I understand
Stand beneath the light of the stars
and my face to warm in the sun
pick herbs in summer showers
and hold you firmly in my hand
the joining of woman and man
Feel the crisp breeze of the bay
and accomplish the work of the day
lay by your side every night
without a struggle or fight
Let the warmth of my soul dispell
your fear and your anger quell
Trust my soul to work for your good
and all between us is understood
Let us run the river beside
and in the woods play seek and hide
Sing to the children our song
that we should all get along
To the cycle we all understand
Belonging to woman and man
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Nonet | |

My Job

Hired as a lab assistant to
do minor things.  Never thought this
job could be so boring.  It's
not as fun as it was
last semester.  We
always had a
crowd, but not
any
more.


Details | Rhyme | |

Blue Collar Blues

I ain't got no money,
But I work my butt off,
Every single day.
I work so I can have a place to stay
All of the time, 
I work to get half of your dimes,
That you drop when you go down to flop.
Unlike you I never have time to watch the clock.
I got a degree that I don't use,
Because of the negligent leaders that you choose.
Unskilled labor aids the campaign.
You talk about me,
But you don't care to know my name.
I got skills:
But I have to pay the bills.
I want to be like you and cruise on a yacht.
I'm building what you bought.
I'm putting your house on a lot.
I'm scrubbing your pots.
I'm working as an indentured servant.
Hoping that I get what I'm deserving,
But for the time being: I'm slaving,
Dancing to my homemade tunes,
Complaining to colleagues, who are 
also on their knees praying for life
To get better, Singing strongly the 
Blue Collar Blues.

written 9-5-04
while still a college studenta


Details | I do not know? | |

Tilt

If you can, tilt this way
right now for the first time 
my work is on consignment
yet , I'm still waiting to be paid
I suppose if this is how it must be 
for these moments 
just for you 
I'll work for free
can I whisper to you how many colors I see in a sunset
or the brighter side of a rainy day
share with me some of your lime light
and if you can , if you have the energy
c'mon and tilt this way


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Limerick | |

Going Through The Motion

        If what  you're doing now is not  worth finishing

          and you keep starting it for the sake of going

                             through the motion,

                                   no emotion,

       then that's a lot of aimless, brainless life-wasting.


Details | Acrostic | |

SUCCESS

Struggle
Utilize
Crave
Crucial
Eager
Sacrifice
Self-gratification


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Labor of Childhood

Throwaway child abandoned by father
rejected by mother
No place to call home
no food, no safety, no shelter
just work to be done.

Minding the store,
paying the bills, taking care of mother
and little brother.
Child promised her mother,
"I won't let you loose the house."

Sent to school often tired and hungry,
Classmates showed no mercy.
"Say you're a boy! Cry!"
Taunted, battered, tortured;
the child refused to cry.

She sucked all the emotion in,
Vowed to defeat all enemies,
to protect, provide and serve her family
no matter the cost.
Young girl called upon to be a man
always felt male inside.


Details | Ballad | |

Homeless

Homeless Me Never!!!
I am not the bag lady you see down the street.
I am not  the addict who beggs for cash.
I am not the window washer you see when you get gas.
I am not the one at the end of the freeway,
"Who says i work for food."
I am not the one who lies and cheats.
I am not the one doesn't care.
I am not the one that you watch as i walk by.
Me, Homeless Never BE!!!!!
I pay my bills and take a bath.
I work my nine to five to make my cash.
But when i wake up everyday, I am the mother with no where to stay.
So i thought that it would never be me.
I guess am homeless can't you see!!!
So next time you see a bum or a bag lady walk your way.
Please give them a smile and a very good day.
Because it could be you one day!!!!!


Details | Light Poetry | |

One thing in common

One thing in common


There are different factions
In every nation
Fighting wars to get a reaction
 Only bringing us pain and dissatisfaction

No one cares about the children
Who they claim to be fighting for
And nobody wants to talk about it
So peace can thru the door

 And the only thing they have in common
Some of them like the same songs
So I got an idea to try to stop the fighting
If I can get them all to do sing along

In the name of the john~ let’s give peace a chance
In the name of George ~ we can work it out
In the name Paul ~ let's live together in harmony
In the name of ring ~ put down the guns lets twist and shout

So many different religions
But there’s only one god
And each wants the other 
To die by the sword

And all claim to be working for the lord
But how can you go to heaven
God can pick out the false prophets
And all the blasphemes hadean

How many children must die?
For they to begin to care
How many mothers must cry?
In pain and despair


But if they really love the children
Then I come up with a plan
To break down in sections 
So they all can understand

In the name of Jesus ~ let the children go
In the name of Muhammad ~ set the children free
In the name of Rama ~ let the children grow
In the name of Krishna ~ let the children be

Let’s see what happens 
Only the future can tell
Bet many who say they work for god
Surely will end up in hell

It’s funny how man can go to the moon
In ships of metal fuel,and glass
And right here on earth
They can make peace last


Details | Burlesque | |

Certificate of Authenticity

This is to all my sisters, 
Who are in the market for a Grand Marqui.
Please make sure to ask the jeweler for a certificate of authenticity.
See i knew this jeweler who's work was well known
Many admired his work without having work done.
His cuts were made with precision
his angles were made with perfection
and he captured every spectrum of light
But see this was no diamond in the ruff just a cubic zirconia
for half price.


Details | Free verse | |

What pass we are at

This can be done,
and it is not,
promise is made,
to buy time and,
let it all go by,
machine works for us,
and we work for machine,
in between we do not work at all,
whatever comes in between,
is all lost,
the human initiative and touch,
in a dehumanised society,
if you are not a byte,
you do not enter,
you are not admitted,
you are not given passport,
you are not issued a driving licence,
you are not  allowed voting rights,
and you are not a citizen,
machine solution is simple,
and anything beyond it is tough,
complex,mad and not done,
is it what we intended with machines,
that we forget initiative and courtesy,
to work solutions away from machines,
when needed and needed bad,
this way we are only proving more 'green',
and would ultimately turn red.


Details | Free verse | |

I Burned Myself

To satisfy my sweet tooth,
I stole a stranger's honey bun
When no one was looking.
I took it out of its wrapper
And laid it on a plate.
It smelled delicious.
I opened up a small door
And closed the one behind me.
I set the timer and it revolved
Until the sweet icing melted
On the soft bubbling pastry.
Its aroma filled the room.
Quickly!  I took the delicacy.
Hot and sticky on my fingers...
I could hardly hold it in my hands.
Hot and sticky on my lips...
Though I tried to be careful,
I burned the roof of my mouth,
And my tongue felt fuzzy.
All to satisfy my sweet tooth...
I ate the swirl in a hurry 
Rolling it over my tongue
Taking in quick cool breaths
With animated chewing
And grimaced facial expressions.
I didn't enjoy it with the time
That I had hoped I could have.
Then, I threw the evidence away
In plain sight and opened the door.
I left the room at a swift pace
As if on important business.
The stranger had no idea...
Except that his honey bun was gone.


Details | Pantoum | |

More Than Dreams

There are so many things to live life for.
It is always nice to keep an open door.
There’s so much to dream and hope for
Some dreams die but there’s always room for more
.

And it is nice always to keep an open door.
Let your heart and mind soar and be free.
Some dreams die but there’s always room for more.
Since life can give us more than dreams.

Let your heart and mind soar and be free.
And live your life the best you can.
Since life can give us more than dreams.
So work hard and make your dreams come true.

And live your life the best you can.
There’s so much to dream and hope for.
So work hard and make your dreams come true.
There are so many things to live life for.



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2008


November,12,2008


Details | Rhyme | |

Time to Fly a Kite

Oh to sail the winds as the eagle soars
	And fly away so free
To escape from the crushing pace we create
	The hammock calls to me
The deer grazing in the sun-splashed field
	Enjoying the late day sun
Taxi to taxi, subway to train, hurrying to the next delay
	Lost is our time for fun
Chipmunks scurrying hither and yon, butterfly-like 
	Working and playing all day
Office to home, then work a little more
	We seldom take time to play
Even animals play after their work is done
	Can’t we look around and take a cue
Driven, obsessed, myopic we’ve become
	Let’s fly a kite for a bird’s eye view
Shall we?


Details | Free verse | |

We Are What We Lived

We Are What We Lived

A “Happy Home” grows happy adults.
A “Miserable Home” grows miserable adults.
A “Love-able Home” grows love-able adults.
A “Hateful Home” grows hateful adults.
A “Peaceful Home” grows peaceful adults.
An “Angry Home” grows angry adults.
A “Quiet Home” grows tranquil adults.
A “Braying Home” grows braying adults
A “Respectful Home” grows respectful adults.
A “Ridiculing Home” grows ridiculing adults.
An “Affectionate Home” grows affectionate adults.
An “Indifferent Home” grows indifferent adults.
A “Hopeful Home” grows hopeful adults.
A “Pessimistic Home” grows pessimistic adults.

“Children see…children do” When they grow up.
The lessons taught at home are passed through generations.
We must take time to evaluate, adjust, and reevaluate our homes.
Peace begins right there…in each individual’s heart.
We are what we choose; so, choose wisely.
It behooves us all to show: love, wisdom, and respect.
Practice every good thing together as a family.
Ourselves, our children, our homes can be heavenly.
If we choose to work together, we can make it so.
If not, dreadful despair will conquer too many souls.
I say we shall succeed.  We shall encourage one another.
We shall work together for the good of all… 
Then, there will be joy once more upon the earth.
                                                       Selah.


Details | I do not know? | |

Hope is in the Future

When your heart grows weaker and you no longer want to fight, 
And the hounds are howling, a struggle in the plight,
Remember, Hope is in the future, the outlook is bright.

When feelings of insecurity quickly begin to grow,
And your spirit is at an all time low, consider this even though, 
Hope is in the future, this I do know.

Sadness surrounds me, life is so unclear.
My hands tremble and am always filled with fear, although I must adhere, 
Hope is in the future, the target is near.

The army grows stronger little will to fight.
Everyone has their own wrong and right, but I know with all my might,
Hope is in the future, with faith not sight.

Summer is not eternal winter will come.
No mortal can comfort what damage has done.
Hope is in the future through Christ God's son.


Details | Rhyme | |

Dishes

Ok one poem,
Then to work for me.
I felt guilty this morning,
Then I broke down,
 And washed my dishes.
I thought I would drown.
The plate wasn’t so bad,
Nor was the spoon,
But the pan lid and pan,
Sung a different tune.
I got in there and did it,
I was bound and determined.
It took less than a minute,
To my good fortune.
It seemed an eternity,
To get this job done,
Is not where I wanted to be,
It was not much fun.
The water was so hot,
That the grime couldn’t riot,
Next time You come over,
Then you can try it.


Details | Light Poetry | |

DAD'S DUTY

Father,father, where are you?Can't you see what you put my mother through?
Playing house was fun.Never realizing the cost of being the boss. What am I 
suppose to do? I'm just a teenager trying to graduate from high school;and now I 
have a baby on the way.Will I jump ship and say "get that baby out of my face?"

Playing house was alot of fun. Now the real test has begun...I don't want to be a 
father who just gave seed .I want to be a daddy that takes care of his 
responsibilities. I'm a teenager that graduated from high school.I have no time to 
play around with the various crowds. I'm now college bound. I have to get this 
degree,because I have a mouth to feed.I have alot of needs myself . It's not easy 
you see!

Now that I have a degree.I'm able to take of me and my baby.Playing house was 
alot of fun ; but the whole experience has made a man out of me.Don't be a father 
who just give seeds . Be a daddy that takes care of his responsibilities.


Details | Free verse | |

Michelangelo

I would build you a glorious palace
with ornamental roads and
wondrous sculptures if I could,
but I only have these two clumsy hands
to work with. 

They are the best I have to offer you
but these hands will work wonders
if given the chance.
The trouble is, I don't really

know if I should have that chance.
Sometimes you have to do the best with
what you have to work with
and these hands may accidentally destroy

the very thing they are trying to make so
beautiful for you.


Details | Free verse | |

Poet Lament

Poet Lament
Working out from the first line to the last
this poem was it written on a day much like this one
the theme and the rhyme scheme seems like one that eye have made
 every now and then eye go ahead and write them
sure that it was not the same as one so smartly penned then
the prose poem was created for people who make idea poems
then write the feelings deep inside
they do not always make a rhyme
but always a lament
Working back from the last line to the first


Details | Light Poetry | |

REPEAT OFFENDER

The repeat offender sometimes wonder back yonder;the fonder memories of 
many moments of meditating to manipulate as well as dominate the  offenses 
committed against thee.

"To thee and only  thee have I sinned against." I the repeat offender ,at times 
ponders why. Why can I not get it together ? A' huh Yes, I'm the repeat offender 
who mind wonders about the day of conquer. Again, I say again today I repeat the 
offense with so much intense, the sin of offense is so grest .This is how the 
repeat offender operates.

Was the repeat offender a the perpetual praiser?What has you repeating the 
offense? Repent! Rewind and Redo.


Details | I do not know? | |

Being A Mosser

I was a mosser
For many of years
Hard manual labor
Not what it appears

Sphagnum moss a life
For underprivileged some
A way to make a living
Not who you want to become

Working grueling hours
Amidst the dreadful heat
No indoor air condition
Gusts of wind your daily treat

Dealing with the elements
Biting insects and the rain
No cover for protection
Your body in constant strain

Filling orders daily
A deadline I must meet
Exhausted and in pain
As I try to beat the heat

Money received was fair
But not worth the endless pain 
Another day of misery
With nothing left to gain

So wise up I did
An education I did receive
Fleeing a “sweat shop” environment
Body deterioration unable to retrieve

Moving forward quickly
Physical strength I now possess
Exhausting hard manual labor
Was never the key to my success

© Stacy Lynn Stiles
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Time to Play?

Working seven days a week
Has really worn me down
Teaching children all day long
Then teaching more at home

I see them playing during recess 
Yes, I long to be set free too
Merely a moment to gather my thoughts
Swinging by myself would nicely do

Or sliding down the stainless steel slide
One time or maybe even two
Just enough time to gather my wits
Making the distinction on what to be true

Tetherball is also a possibility
But hard to play without being rough 
Basketball is calling my name more so
One person playing is surely enough

Perhaps I’ll sit on the bench for a while
Pondering my thoughts and my wits
I guess I don’t have to be in motion
Time to play can be a quiet time to sit

© Stacy Lynn Stiles


Details | Rhyme | |

Just Write

Just write they say
Of a bio or an article
Poetry is just a hobby
Nothing short of a miracle

Just write your essays
As you’ve always done
They say they like my poetry
But it’s merely just for fun

Just write your diary entries
Continue to nourish your mind
Your poetry is cute my dear
But it’s simply silly rhymes

Just write they say
And that’s just what I’ll do
They blindly see the purpose
And the power of a poetry debut 

© Stacy Lynn Stiles


Details | Free verse | |

My eyes search

When I seek direction, my eyes search for You, Lord
As I stumble and fall, my eyes search for You, Lord

You are always there to lift me, from whence I fall
Lord, You gently yet firmly guide me

Though I know not what tomorrow brings
I live in anticipation knowing You are in control

For life is a great journey, with excitement
As well as hard times

Yet nothing falls short of Your plan
For my benefit for You are forever faithful

You make all things work for good
To those that trust in You

‘Round every corner You plant a blessing
I, as Your child, do not go without

Some blessings require work to receive, but nothing
I am not able to do, according to Your will

When I am loved by no one else on this earth
I know that I am loved by You

That’s why my eyes search for You, Lord.
They always search for You.


Details | I do not know? | |

Lazy Day

Just plain lazy
Not hard to see
No ambition
Or drive for me

Yawning very wide
Need to get out of bed
Stretching arms full length
Pillow again greets my head

Thinking to myself
Get your lazy butt in gear
The bills won’t pay themselves
The deadlines drawing near

Rising again so slowly
One foot on the floor
Second right behind it
Making it to the bedroom door

I’ve made it to the bathroom
I pull the shower curtain back
Ice cold water hits my body
Awaking this lazy attack

Finished with the grooming
Just need to find my shoes
A lazy unmotivated crusader
Working to pay my dues


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Hear the Father ask

Why don’t you trust Me?  I hear the Father ask.

Do you think I am such that I would lead you into an action and leave you?  Don’t 
you believe I am with you always – in everything you do?  You aren’t to be directed 
by others, but by ME!  Their thoughts and feelings are not to control your walk, I 
AM!

Stop reacting to their words, by stopping what I have put into action.  To each I 
speak and to each I give direction, because they are each different now, does not 
mean they are not to be done.  For they all work together as I have planned.

If it is man who decides, then I am not in control, therefore I am not in it.  Follow 
Me, not man.  I am the one who loves you, it is I who desires all to dwell with Me 
in My kingdom.

Some may have good intentions, but still falter.  I falter not!  I know exactly what I 
want done, I only want you to obey and be My tool in doing it.

If you love Me, believe Me, I won’t lead you far off and leave you.  You are My child 
and I love you.

Walk in faith, you claim you have it, now act on it!  Walk with Me, I have control.  
Even if you take a turn in the wrong direction I am here to bring you back, or am I 
unable?  Am I your God?  Am I the one who created all?  Beginning and end?

If you believe that I am, then can’t you believe that I can lead you back on the right 
road when you stray?  I see the heart of man, I don’t have to guess what he is 
inside. If he is for Me, then he can do anything, if he is not then I will stop him.

I AM the judge, not man!

As My child, do as I direct you to do, not faltering from others looks and remarks.  
I will care for them as I care for you.  My work will be done!  Let Me work through 
you, My child, let all hear of My love that they may be with Me in my kingdom as I 
want so.


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FIGHT

I work with the dogs in the dirt .Sun up, sun down and man do I hurt due to 
working with the dogs in the dirt. Will  there ever be a break for me?I'm not talking 
about the fantasy of hitting the New York State Lottery.

Working to pay the rent for this little tent is just insane. I know there's a better 
place to rest to digest this thing called life.

Living for the day that both of my ends meet.Then I can be a blessing to the less 
without any mess from the stress of those you know.

Working with the dogs in the dirt has causes me many hurts that fertilized the 
growth potential, making me a powerful woman, you see. Working through the 
mess has really caused me to be bless. Yes there  will be stress that will cause 
you to think you're not bless by the best.But after the stresse there's plenty of 
rest,so  you can pass the next test.

So work with the dogs in the dirt,because afer the pain ,there's so much gain in 
so many ways you see; and not in material things and money.It may seem kind 
of funny. I like being apart of God's wonderful army

So work with the dogs in the dirt.So what, you got hurt .There's a healing that will 
cause a spiritual building in the inner  man; it's all a part of God's strategy plan to 
defeat the enemy.

Come on and be a part of God's wonderful army. So work with the dogs in the 
dirt.


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NEED THEE

I Need Thee for everything I do. Lord I commit my ways to you.In the mountain 
highs and in the valley lows it;s your grace and mercy that's helps me prepare
for whatever I'm going through.

I Need Thee: When the world is in despair.You comfort and care for me.When my 
family turns their back on me .It's your shoulders I depend on to be strong.When 
my friends are far few and in between.I continue to stand and refuse to sink in the 
sand wallowing in self pity and misery.

I Need Thee : When my husband walk away from me and started another family .
When he could not take care of the three he already got.Boy! did this make me 
hot.Like a cast iron skillet.I want to hit him with it.!!! 

I Need Thee: When I became open shame for everyone to blame about my own 
personal issues.Now my children look at me like I'm diseased; and they say I'm 
so hard to please.Ease all this confusion in my house today.

I Need Thee: When I'm misunderstood and my emotions are out of control ; 
causing me to put everything on hold.Just to confront and deal with my  x -
husband and his non-support child issues.What  is a sister to do? When the the 
father of my kids act like this.Here's a few things that I wanted to get off my chest
today.

I Need Thee: In everything I do I must commit my ways to you.

I Need Thee.