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Details | Free verse | |

Love Poem - 29

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

....well, I love them too.





April 6th, 2012


Details | Free verse | |

Recording/Re-playing/Recording/Re-playing

The farm
     and the porch light hums 
the sound of another 
orange dawn.

Burnt up – crisp
      aching new reaches 
of the imagination turn 
from corn
      to wheat
to the pungent shade
of dried blood on hands –
kissing corners of a mouth
never kissed.

Sweeping ‘cross in whispers 
two thousand years
      and more, come
words on the flat-line horizon,
dripping sideways,
like a red cat's eye marble 
on a circular seesaw
that knows no bounds;
rolling infinitely back
     and forth - 
ringing through ears that were once
in that ago (can you hear it?)
hearing the coming of a storm 
     being heard 
by another set of ears,
in some other when –

     some other marble.

When, speaks the unspoken.
When, treads where none may tread.
When, grips the barren outcroppings of space –
playing the unending moments –
where no other question hence forth

can grip.

Night sounds come in floods
of mauve,
      and quiet apricot;
slicing through oceans,
unsung,
      where no ears hear.

The farm: echoing, lowing and fawning –
Trying to stay true 
      to form,
bleeds into the fibers of a dream
once lived –
recognizing its existence
through the act of a moment, 
      lived.

The girl turns to face 
the enormity
of all she has yet to hear upon 
      the brazen, blazing horizon;
she strips down to goose bumps 
on the skin
that God gave her; 
opening her mouth to hear all
that she is –
 
      breathing in the dawn 
as it breaks.

The farm notes this coming.

The sky knows;

The wind knows.

The earth knows - relaxing
at her feet
      exhaling
through her soles,
resounding through the mouth
of the un-kissed,

breathing through this land; 
humming through porch lights,
spinning through atoms,
sifting though heavens,
recorded through lifetimes,
      and through into another’s
open mouth.




© Kristin Reynolds 1/9/09


Details | Verse | |

We Are

” You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars.” We put down roots and bear our fruits. With dear offshoots, we are like trees. Stars wink their eye, burn bright and die. No asking why - we are like these! Written Dec. 7, 2014 by Andrea Dietrich for theme #2 for the Desiderata Poetry Contest of nette onclaud


Details | Rhyme | |

What Only Angles Hear

Daddy never did understand.
That violence doesnt bring comfort.
A lost soul seeking acceptance from a unwelcome hand.

She was silent no one ever knew.
The secrets behind her bruised eyes.
A shocking victem none but all had a clue.

She cried to empty walls never speaking aloud from fear.
A confession of pain and shattred trust.
this is only what angles hear.

Scars selfinflicted  are better than that 
dirty feeling.
As she lays a broken shell gazing  at the celling.

She questions if others know what will they say.
Doing whatever it takes to stay numb.
Innocence lost a parent should never betray.

The guilt was placed apon the wrong head.
Void of all emotion.
No child should yern to be dead.

At times it gets to uncomfortable so in 
another direction we  steer.
For at times it's just to painful to stomach.
What only angles  hear.


Details | Blank verse | |

THE WHEEL HAS COME FULL CIRCLE

What goes up must come down. 
No colors can define who you are. 
You may own a cart or limousine. 
We'll still reach the end when it is near. 
I may be poor today and eat from trash. 
Tomorrow, you can't tell. I'll earn some cash. 
The bed where you lie is soft and wide. 
I sleep at a sidewalk and the stars are my lamp. 
You wake up each morn' with a feast on your table 
While we are scavenging to fill stomachs when we're able. 
Our destiny isn't written in the stars. 
We work for a living to thrive in this life. 
Be thankful every morning you witness the sun 
And pray tonight that no one lives same as I. 
Wheels come in full circle,rolling round and round. 
Today you'll be on top, 
I am watching from the ground. 
Let us bear in our minds that we are better than birds. 
Our loving Father ensures each mouth is fed. 
Not even the smallest details can pass by His eyes. 
So plant a seed of kindness and reap a better life. 



sponsor:FRANK H.

name of 
contest: SHAKESPEARE

*5th Place winner









Details | Free verse | |

Brush Stroke to Uniqueness

If my mind be painted in colors borrowed, would it be red? 
Rusted in brown, or maybe instead, an indigo streak?
Depending upon the source of inspiration, 
and the song on the radio at the time of connection...
I keep coming back to sea green, 
or the blue of underwater murals at 3ft tall of childhood,
eyes wide in fickle, transient hazel
absorbing each moment, be it safe or unstable
categorizing each scent and each color
each love and each valor
each crisp Autumn, Summer
in vats of brain paint to be later unlidded
and splashed with insignias
of every person and place and event
that ever touched corneas innocent, bent
on absorption.
If my mind be painted, I think it be green
like the moment I'm lucid before I dip dreams
and hang them to dry in the gallery
"Mind's Eye"
and push to wake up to connect, signify
every sensory path that I've traveled before
to traipse them again and still come back for more.
I'm a stickler for art and with your canvas blank
my sweet innocent dear, with each word that you hear
you will brush stroke your way to uniqueness.


Details | Free verse | |

On the outside, looking in

"When humanity becomes louder than love, stay out of its way. At times, it's better to be the lion in the distance, rather than the sheep losing their way...again."

This was the 1st time
I felt out of place.

Its impact mimicked abused parallelograms
Unto emptiness’ solution

I witness sliced wrists shedding bohemian smiles.

Testament verses
Latching onto anchors of invalid mo(u)rning

There was no sunrise to be found,
Because humanity kept making love to silhouetted blinders

I was surrounded by shovels
Ransacked
For the sake of digging louder messages’ trench

While I
Caress incipient wings
And half-full Windex bottles
Just to keep perception from clouding my lyrics

Because nobody wants to see eye to eye…

…

…cataract-laced speeches permeate tainted whispers
Of an innocent breath 
Simply
Searching
For B-rated serendipity

Oh, this was the 1st time
I felt out of place.

Turning away from windowed afflictions
Ready
To step towards gratitude’s breath

Outside,
No longer looking in

How good it feels.

Yet, I still miss my friends.

©Drake J. Eszes 


Details | Rhyme | |

A LullabyTo The Lost

Life and cigarettes burn to fast.
We waste are time.
So within the moment you bask.

A pretty face has to age.
Every story meets  it's final page.
When life breaks you over its cost.
Then you'll sing a lullaby to the lost.

The lights in the street hide all but the truth my 
dear.
You can act.
But you can never mask your  fear.

In dark rooms you sell all but your soul.
A wicked moment a stolen encounter.
All things take there toll.

That sweet face has tuirned hard your so warm 
to be cold.
A secret that the bitter have already told.

Can you wash away there stench as from 
the past you are tossed.
In dark corners blood stained angles 
sing a lullaby  to the lost.

Is this hell or a nightmare  that knows no end.
A cell to most.
To others the only refuge inwhich they 
can depend.

she falls to the floor a lost look needle  
in arm.
Most will rememeber a doomed fool.
Others her wreckless charm.

She was  a junkie  and a easy lay.
More bones are broken.
Over words others say.

She sold flesh but payed the ultimate
cost.
In a dingy corner of th world.
Were the angles sing a lullaby to the lost.


Details | Tanka | |

When Love Creates

Eyes to eyes now meet Tenderly our lips touch We, adventurous Rhythmic vibrations rejoice When love creates little ones .


Details | Free verse | |

WHAT ARE WE



What are we but vibrant green leaves in the foliage of the tree of life, soon to be turned brown and fall before others take their place? 

What are we but fast moving waves on the surface of the ocean of humanity, heading towards the shores of oblivion where they break up and die? 
  
What are we but wandering clouds, chased across the sky of existence by the winds of necessity and consumed by the sun of voracious time?


Let us ponder for a while, my loving friends
  
And

Let us try to give an answer to this:

How sensible is it, to waste our ephemeral life by
Hurting one another?  

Wouldn't it preferable be, more holy and more wise, 
Only love to harbor in our hearts and
Nothing  other?   




© Demetrios Trifiatis
  20 OCTOBER 2014

 


Details | Verse | |

Who Am I

I am the ring around Saturn
spinning words as particles of ice and dust
with the power to transcend

I am the original chosen to be right here right now
transmitting verbal frequencies 
through speaking my thoughts into existence

I am the heir of omnipotence,
born with a direct connection to profound abundance 
The one whose words will age, yet still have substance;
since there are no boundaries attached to my pen

I am constant energy
Translating personal experience into imagery 
Vulnerable to tyranny,
yet i continue attempting to share some truth
through this abstract language of poetry

I am the core
I am that I am more
I am the Divine Presence that is the Source of my rewards

I am the green you get when you mix too much yellow with the blue
That shade of gold you get when the sun resides into darkness
and when it ascends in the dawn burning dew
I am the transition between the third and fourth dimension of time;
the love you feel when you realize how it feels

I am the poem that is abstractly direct
because I write beyond limits
absorbing frequencies from 3 to 8 hertz
through meditation for several minutes
I am the one bridging the gap between
the analog ascension and the direct connection to spirit
The one who is love
because I am a descendent  of it

I am the rhythm that the wind blows
I am the beginning and the ending of stories told
about the universe and how miracles unfold
I hold the power to accept judgement from those who will do just that
Not knowing that I am them in the absolute reality of me
Judge that

I am knowledge beyond measure because that is my right
So I continue meeting the different parts of me
when I meditate and write
Who am I?
I AM, THAT, I AM



Details | Ballade | |

All Things Beautiful

Walking alone past the reeds blowing lace,
Stroking the oak by the old wooden gate,
Guided by trust to my lovers embrace,
Pouring my heart into leaves as they bate
Wind into dancing as feet hesitate,
Just long enough to find rhythm, I trace
Patterns in air as the pollen creates -
Fair is the face of the Lords given grace...

Sky paints a picture for moon in dark space,
Vast driven oceans of life demonstrate
Love for the mountainous deserts displaced,
Each born anew, by the wind to its fate -
Seamless infinity’s natural state,
Is seeing your eyes on another’s kind face
And Finding forgiveness for those who breed hate,
Fair is the face of the Lords given grace

Out in the sun as light seeks out its place,
Faith comes to breathe as it encapsulates
Bodies of men where his truth is encased,
Dreamers whose dreams become true and innate,
Their journey is hard but rewarding and great
Where love can be found but cannot be replaced
And words that when written just right captivate,
Fair is the face of the Lords given grace...

Each breath I breathe makes me appreciate
How beautiful life is, how rich and how chaste -
Nature’s perfection is light incarnate,
Fair is the face of the Lords given grace...


copyright Kristin Reynolds 2008


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Each Day Takes its Turn

Standing firm 
we live 
we give 
we take 
we learn 
we strive to make sure 
each day enlightens us 
and brightens us
even as light fades to gray 
may we keep fighting 
with two swollen feet
beneath the body and soul 
experiencing trials 
and intense life lessons 
meshed with stresses 
may we persevere 
turn off  fear's song 
may we stand firm 
as we glide along 
through shifty winds of change 
that may cause things to sway
rearrange
but we hold true
inside the values and morality
we stand for 
we
fall for nothing 
we
may stumble along the trip 
we 
may swerve at the wheel yet 
we 
do not lose our grip
because no one 
can eclipse the sun 
yet
everyone heals 
before they're done

Just when situations arise 
flooding us with pain we despise
and just when it seems like
our tear ducts are dry 
from ongoing cries
we may think 
things are on the brink of ending
then God shows us the ways of faith
by way of love that he's sending

Standing firm 
we live 
we give 
we take 
we learn 
we make sure 
every day enlightens us 
and brightens us 
as each day takes its turn. 

~JSLambert



Details | Free verse | |

This Girl

This girl, she's crying inside,
But all everyone sees is smiles,
This girl, she's hurting inside,
She's lived like this for quite a while,
Always holding her pain inside, 
She won't ruin everyone's time,
This girl, she's breaking down inside,
But all she does is smile,
Those deep eyes,
Hold a lot world of misery,
Playing pictures from her mind,
Showing her past, her history,
She doesn't want to remember,
But the memories continue to play,
Every night she prays,
Wishing them away,
But this girl lies with her laugh,
And hides behind a mask,
So that no-one can see her pain,
Her past, her denials,
This girl, she's dying inside,
Although no-one can see her pain,
She just continues to smile bright,
From day to everyday,
With beautiful lying eyes,
For everyone to see,
Everyone and anyone,
Everyone but me.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Lucila

So I walked into my local supermarket
to buy my weekly shipment of Kit Kat bars,
Cinnamon Toast Crunch,
and Ovaltine powder mix.

As I shake off the snow on my fake Timberland boots,
my skin,
coated in frozen animation,
thaws into warmth’s teardrops from
the supermarket’s 75 degree vents.

This moist sense of happiness was quickly interrupted
when I heard Wilson Phillips, “Hold On”
over the PA system.

Thankfully, the cutlery isle was just to my left. 
So, now, I had plans!

But, before I could commit felony’s song,
I saw her.

A Portuguese goddess
with a strut that can ruin a man’s dignity.

She had Autobahn curves,
dark brown curls of hair & visuals,
and thick flesh meat that even Vegans would envy.

Her face lacked Maybelline coated misapprehension.
Thank God!
Cause I never did like clowns.

After staring longingly at her,
like a crack head with impulsive eyes upon a broken/unlabeled bag of baby powder,
she breezed past my stifled posture and clocked in to work.

She didn’t even get a chance to smell my $500 cologne called “Piece of Me”.

So with new-found urges to grab all my groceries,
like a burglar who really has to pee,
I rush to express checkout. 

There she is.

Her register beeps in coupon lady’s rhapsody,
while my register needs a cleanup on Isle 9.

Now it’s my turn.

With girlish inner-screams of boy-band intensity,
I say, “Hi”.

She scans my apples, while I scan her melons.
The melons that the customer ahead of me didn’t want…
…they were on sale.

Go fig.

As if she read my mind,
she asks,
“Are you feeling warm now?”

“All I want is to be the heat in your moment”,
which I almost said.

But, “Now I am”, is uttered.

As she smiled with seductive demure,
she handed me my receipt
with her phone number on back.

As I left the market,
I began to get cold again.

These winds of change
became gusts of numbness.

I locked myself out of my heart.

I turned around to go back inside.

Only to discover, 
she didn’t have the key.

© Drake J. Eszes


Details | Personification | |

Ode to the Redwood

I was once a little twig with dreams of being a mighty tree
So people would come from all around just to look at me
As the years started to come and go I fell in love with the wind
I would open myself big and wide swaying to the music of my friend
My rings became many and my bark was as red as red could be
Then the day finally came I was the tallest of the tallest trees
I stood tall and I stood proud and everyone knew my name
As my rings continued recording my destiny to fame
Then the fateful day it came my friend and I had a fight
Looking back I can't recall who was wrong or right
I said, "You are but the wind something people can't even see"
" And I'm the king of them all the tallest of the tallest trees"
That night the wind started to howl she really started to blow
And I the tallest of all the trees learned we reap what we sow
My roots struggled to hold on tight but without a soul around
She who had been my dearest friend knocked me to the ground
The loggers came and cut me up then shipped me away
To my soul that truly was a sad and lonely day
Torn from all I knew and loved wishing I didn't have to feel
I was cut into boards and post down at the local mill
Now I'm back here at home just a few feet away
From where my friend the wind and I used to dance and play
I'm the deck on which you stand I lay below your feet
There is a bench made of me would you care to have a seat
Sometimes in life our roles change just take a look at me
The trick is no matter who are what you are be all you can be
See I was once a little twig who became a mighty tree
And now I'm a redwood deck as proud as proud can be
And of my friend the wind she visits me everyday
So I can thank her once again for helping me find my way


Details | Couplet | |

Thats a sin

A whole new twist to the same old story
Evil scientist in their laboratories
Creating monsters that live in the night
I often reflect on mankind's plight
As mankind drifts further from his soul
We seek things to fill the hole
The path of lies forever bends
Truth is straight and narrow my friends
As I see it getting bent in every way
I simply find myself compelled to pray
What will become of our sons and daughters
Will their souls be led to slaughter
As scientist seek out another way
To disprove what the bible has to say
Trillions spent in search of a ghost
Another theory of true reproach
Rainbow stars now fill the skies
I wonder what is hidden inside their lies
We can now place a robot up on Mars
But can't help the drunk at the local bar
Trillions more spent on a new space station
But we can't feed the hungry right here in our nation
Seems to me before we go further conquering space
We should maybe try to help out the human race
Our quest for knowledge has drove us insane
We are now so smart we don't use our brain
Our nation was founded "In God We Trust"
Our government says "Let it be covered in dust"
Even this lowly creature up out of the pen
Knows in his heart that thats a sin


Details | Free verse | |

MY SEX


I’m made of ten thousand layers, curvaceous but stretched thin,
How should I begin to reveal the shape of this maiden-lover-hag
and the landscape that few men view, behind the louvered door?

Archetypes coexist comfortably below and upon my shared skin,
First, the shrew makes minced meat of all your carnivorous ways,
Then, I become the shy virgin again until Venus takes the floor.

Morning, while I tend my child between wringing out wet dishrags,
I release the Mother Goddess, nurse and maid, maker of wee sighs,
Bending down to wipe a tear, kiss a brow, proudly raise a nation.

A chatelaine rattling keys, I walk the wide halls of imagination,
Strong and free, yet accepting of my femininity, moved to cry
by the joys and miseries of family life, twin dimensions of wife.

My hips have turned soft men to stone then have rocked them 
home with urgency; the same hips that sheltered one yet born
now happily support a burdensome basket each laundry day.

Betwixt the ribs, there is still a girl, weaving daisies evermore,
Remembering ribbons tugged from her hair, a tomboy daughter,
Climbing trees, bloodied knees, leaving trails laced with laughter.

Slips out the hoyden, lacking grace and gentleness, too crass,
and the very clouds try to escape the look upon my crone’s face,
Flip and sassy, standing up for the weak, voicing world wrongs.

Daily, the lady, the broad, the nag and miss rewrite their songs,
They play their parts so aptly, leaving me and them quite satisfied,
A lifetime is horribly short, my sex gives all her love and worth,
And men quickly learn that no woman on this lovely earth 
can simply be classified.


*Inspired by Alanis Morisette's "I'm a B_tch"
**For David's contest, I hope
***Began the write May 26, 2012, finished the write May 29, 2012


Details | Rhyme | |

Love Along the Way...

Don't bruise the flaxen reed
Don't wind the strings too tight
on instruments of hearts and wishes
burning, burning bright...

Call the night, the night.
Call the day, the day ~
as we continue the fight of our lives
we love along the way...


Details | I do not know? | |

Anger

There it is again
Bubbling up from within
Wretched wrath washing over me
Vile disgusting filth freely flowing
Angry demons seizing control
Forced attrition to evil urges

Screaming 
Yelling
Rants of rage

Watched from within
Helpless
Powerless

Unable to soothe the beast
Surrender to aggression
Until the bile is expelled
Vomited forth in fury
Leaving only the bitter tastes
Of regret and sorrow 


Details | Couplet | |

A Bag of Popcorn

They ask me why I’m so happy
Asking me, if I just won a prize
I replied, well I reckon I did
Today is a wonderful surprise

When you have a past like mine
My today is always bright
There is no better feeling on earth
Than the joy of doing right

I may be an old man on a cane
My heart is skipping along
I learned to embrace the meaning
Life is a beautiful song

True life has its ups and downs
There’ll be forks in the road
With a smile I’ll stop for a while
Help you with your load

I had me a bag of popcorn today
It tasted exceptionally good
In fact, I will go as far as to say
Better then it probably should

For years, I had a guard in the pen
Popped him a bag each night
Then he would simply throw it away
His twisted little delight

He knew, it was those little things
Ate at our heart and soul
Movie with the wife Friday night
Popcorn in the bowl

I had a bag of popcorn today
Wife sitting at my side
I had a smile, which lasted awhile
One I could not hide

They ask me why I’m so happy
Asking me, if I won a prize
I replied, I reckon I did
Today is a wonderful surprise


For some reason today I was thinking about C.O. Talbert and
how he would pop a bag of popcorn even though he didn't eat
popcorn. He did it just because he knew it would make everyone
want some. I always felt sorry for him. His life must have been
very disappointing. The moral here: when you learn to appreciate
the little things in life your popcorn will taste a whole lot better. 



Details | Rhyme | |

From My Window Lofty High

From my window lofty high
I sit and watch the passersby 
Safely from within the womb
Of this quiet and private room
That's my asylum in the sky
And, I imagine...

From the safety of my perch
Above the elm, the oak, and birch
Alone, I slowly drift through life
Exempt from conflict, chance, or strife
Away from any harmful search
And, I imagine...

From my pinnacle of peace
Much like the eagle, lark, and geese
I wrap myself in solitude
Safely from the multitudes
And their evils that never cease
And, I imagine...

I imagine a world of peace and good
With people living as people should
A world glowing with brotherly love
That's flowing down from God above
With all faiths tolerantly understood
But then...

From my window lofty high
I'm left alone to wonder why
Why the world became so cold
And, why compassion can't unfold
Out there perhaps a soul could try
But here alone,
                     ...I can only imagine.


                                            Timothy I. Brumley


Details | Rhyme | |

UNSELFISH LOVE

I was blessed to know a woman in my life
Who faced hard times, struggle, and strife.
A Chinese immigrant, she came from a poor town
Lost her husband, was kept from her daughter, but not kept down.

She had three other children who were born here
Getting them a better life was her biggest fear.
She had to fend for herself and them alone you see,
Speaking little of the language in this foreign country.

But, she had always lived a determined life
So she fought back...with a fork and a knife.
She opened a restaurant in a small community
Where her gracious manner made her friends instantly.

Her children would grow up in town with new friends
The restaurant she opened was the mean to her ends.
She worked very hard...sometimes eighteen hours a day
She never complained because that was her way.

Her life's expectations knew more successes sublime
The restaurant grew...one egg roll at a time.
She once told me of the anxiety she felt at the money she'd spent...
Laughing said, "My uncle said sell 2 qts of Chop Suey/Day...you've got the rent."

She was a woman who chose kindness as she felt had to her been shown
To people far and near her generosity was known.
She was thankful that she had the opportunity
To give back with love rather than animosity.

I first met her over some 30 years back
She struck me from the that moment as a person who had the knack
To make others feel at home though strangers they be
She certainly did, because she did it to me.

I still remember her caring for me...it was shown
Once caught in a blizzard, she opened her home.
So often was there a path to this woman's door
Though she stood, less than 5 foot 4.

Her heart was as big and wonderful as one would want
An earthly angel, she was heaven sent.
Though her health began to wane later in life
She never gave in to that world of strife.

Her eyesight began to fail and it was difficult for her to see
But that didn't stop her or her generosity.
She loved people and filled everyone with cheer
Ever thankful that she had had a life here.

Though she is gone I'll never forget her face
Or her love of life, devotion to family, and unstoppable pace.
To me I'll ever be thankful to have had the joy
Of calling her "Ma" ... ONE IN A MILLION~was Connie Moy!

1st Place Winner - "One in a Million" Poetry Contest


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Pride of the Motherland

Riding an elephant
Down the narrow trail looking triumphant
Scanning the golden landscape
Like Hannibal with enemies in flight
Sight from a lofty height
King of the jungle moving
With lioness by his side

Climbing Mount Kilimanjaro
Guides by my side with packs on their backs
Some paths steep with rocks
Boots slipping below our tired feet
Beautiful birds in unison flight
Moving with terrestrial light
Stunning sunlight summit on the peak

Praying in an Ethiopian Church
Preserved in rocks built by humans’ hands 
Never touched by conquest plans
Protected from the invaders’ footsteps
Queen of Sheba and Solomon’s nest
Touched by Arch of the Covenant
Mary, Joseph, and Jesus once slept

Eating yam, sipping palm wine, and tasting milk
Freshly squeezed by experienced hands
Taste of life in the mosaic grassland
Sustaining and soul refreshing
Cradle of humankind adorning
Invaded for its gold, riches, and human capacity
Birth of life on earth with tenacity

Respecting its living and arduous journey
Essence of life once was and is again to come
Riding a camel across the hot Sahara sand
Once wet now dried, exported gold from Mali…
Treasures from the hearts of once African empires
That which was, is, and shall forever be
Africa the birthing Motherland
We still love and respect thee!

~~~~~~~*******~~~~~~~

Seventh Place Winner
"African's Pride" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Adeleke Adeite
June 30, 2010

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Details | Carpe Diem | |

SEIZE THE DAY

Live each day as if it were your last
I tell you  dear friend time is running  so fast
All of us would one day return to dust
I know it's hard to accept but we must

Tell the people you love about the way you feel
Give them a hug and show them love that is real
Say sorry to those you offended so wounds would heal
Accepting your faults is not really a big deal

Do it now and don't tarry lest it be too late
Sometimes it's not wise for the right time to wait
Because your plans could be ruined by fate
If you do it now you would feel really great

Smell the pretty flowers, listen to birds singing so gay
Enjoy the beauty of nature give yourself time to play
Remember on this earth we can't forever stay
So I tell you  now is the time, go ahead and  seize the day


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Faces Along the Way

Life is but a winding road
Filled with faces along the way
Coming in and out of your life
Coloring your every day

Yet most spend just a moment
A fleeting glimpse before your eyes
They giveth not and taketh not
And cause you barely a rise

And some stay just a moment
Earning a thought upon your mind
Triggers for countless memories
These are the most common kind

And fewer still stay even longer
And commune with you a while
Leaving behind dearest memoirs
Of sweet tears or a special smile

And rarer still those faces grand
Building mansions in your soul
These are the faces of a lifetime
Whose virtue you do extol

And know that you simply are
A feature filled soiree
A portrait in collage 
Of the faces along the way


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Viagra Falls

There once was a man from Niagara
whose wiener's so long it would stab ya'

but when it got little 
his pills became skittles   
until he O.D.'d on Viagra

© ~JSLambert  2011*****A classic "stiff" competitor, standing "firm" amongst other "members" in the "thick" of the competition:) hope everyone gets "a rise" out of it!


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Interwoven

Place your head on my shoulder,
let it stay there
and we'll just breathe
together
in
...and... out

Inhale positivity,
exhale negativity-

Pluck the sadness from the air,
unravel that ball of worry...
We'll find that knot
that started it all,
untangle it, 
and wave ribbons 
in the air

We'll let those colors swirl
around each other,
we'll blend them...
then weave them

into a tapestry

that comforts us 
in the end

Doesn't matter 
at all
if it turns out
 too short

Our lives
are full of tangles
anyway,
a lot of thread
out there...

So place your hand in mine,
let it stay there,
and we'll weave
together
...in
...and... out...






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Oneness

Oneness
                   Authored by Chuck Keys

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Cobalt Summer

Down there, on the shell-coarse beach in a furnace of sand The sea writhed and almost boiled at the shore, Barefoot we walked, with her hand in my hand No girl had ever driven me more. She dry-licked her cherry lips and saltily smiled, Solar flares bursting there in my chest, The way she moved always drove me wild, My eyes entranced by her shape in that dress. The sun stamped in the sky like a chromium plate, Dripped the colours of butter and steel, And she stood there the most, the coolest hot date, So radiant and still and surreal. When she threw back her head as she lay on the grass Liquid eyes burning silver and green, With the parting of lips she gave me a free pass And the world dissolved to aquamarine.


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Beauty in my Palm

You are the wild flower in my palm
With no stem to keep you anchored to this covetous earth
You are the fragile thing I dare not cup,
As your petals whittle away under the wind
And flit unfettered in the air;
Exaggerated fear leaves my fingers numb
Hungry need leaves my fingers twitching
And my hand is paralyzed by turmoil
As every breath of wind takes another petal from me
And brings to my lungs, my chest and my heart
An overwhelming scent of need-

You are the wild beauty in my palm
And I dare not hold you to my chest
For I fear to crush you
To know first hand
That caged beauty, is beauty no more.


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The Last Poem

This will be the last stanza
The last stanza

The final syllable

I commemorate these wounds
to my Agnostic dreams

Because God kept telling me to believe in her

He kept saying,
“Son, be her tissue when she collapses”

“Son, wipe away her sins with this blank slate I’ve given to you”

“Be that man for the woman she may never accept herself to be”

“Be the wings of that angel”

Until, one night, I said a prayer

I said to Him,
“She must go”

“I won’t give up on her, but I must let her go.”

“I leave it to You to save the pariah.”

I, can no longer be that man.

Because I exhaled insipid banter
from misery hollow

Borrowed happiness
whisked me away to coalescent landscapes
under eclipsed moonshine,
sipping unto artificially incipient sunrises

Tasting drops, sour
Wiping them dry, with this flower
my sanctum holds close

And on this day,
this new day,
this last stanza,
soon, I will
no longer finish you with question marks and exclamation points

Soon, I will
complete you,
withdraw from you,
with punctuated silence

I will walk while you crawl
I will smile while you cry
I will see while you’re blind
I will shout while you mumble
I will pray while you deny
I will climb while you trip
I will love while you hesitate

…

This will be my final kiss to you

No longer will we
be
endless

For I now complete you,
you,
my end poem

©Drake J. Eszes


Details | Tanka | |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night


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A Tomboy At Heart

   She's just beautiful,her outfit is of the latest style,
hair is perfect not a one out of place.
Long maniured nails ,done in a salon,
down to the makeup ,perfect on her face.
I groan inside,another meal out,
i'll have to take out a second mortage to afford.
Another night on the town ,a mall shopping spree,
donating blood untill I'm 100 ,please help me Lord.
Hey lets do something fun tonight.............
Then......then theres this girl,cute
she's a tomboy ay heart.
What do you want to do tonight,anything,
anything at all,a movie,fishing,something kinda fun.
We could go to the ballgame in our teams colors,
grab some fries and a hotdog on a bun
Wearing a beat up old ballcap,hair in a pony,
faded bluejeans,and her favorite good luck shirt.
She has a lithe spirit,that come easy smile,
someone to tease with no feelings hurt.
No long fancy dresses.or high dollar  gowns,
sleeping apperal  simple, just  my old beat up tee.
Waking in the morn ,her hair all a mess,
green eyes still sleepy ,true beauty I do see.
Give me forever ,a girl 
who is a tomboy at heart.


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Birth, in a Quiet Room

“Well,” She asked; her eyes wide. Beads of hot sweat glistening on her brow like miniature 
crystal suns. Her angst was palpable. “What is it!”
     The air was still. There were no words. Just the sound of bodies breathing in – and 
holding.
     “Congratulations.” He held out his arms, handing the mother, her baby, “You have a son.”
     The moment shone like glass in the center of the heavens – pure and eternal.
     It was redemption from every wrong thing she’d ever done. 
     It was the shining eyes of God smiling onto her exhausted face; lighting it with hope.    
     It was the only place there was – the only time, the only space. 
     It was the only feeling that existed. 
     They were the only two incarnate souls in the room; on the planet, and in the universe.
     This was her child –
     her son.
     And she was his mother.

     (there are no words for such things. suddenly, I feel like an intruder. there are too many 
eyes, words and moments here. so it is here, I take my leave; leaving this mother and the 
only soul in her universe to their perfect moment. they will have many more moments in this 
lifetime; but none as sacred, as human, or as eternal as the first look from life to life; 
mother to child; heaven to earth, as the very first. None.)
     
“It’s a boy.” she whispered. Her throat a crumbling tunnel; stunned, but not really. Like 
she’d known it all along. “My baby boy…” She smiled into his ancient, brand-new face; 
tracing his delicate cheek with the back of her finger. “He’s perfect.” 
     She ran her palm along the bottom of his soft, miraculous foot, and laughed. “Look at 
your feet – they’re huge!”
     And as she wiped the tears with the heel of her shaking hand – smearing what was left of 
her mascara - she looked in to his, as close to heaven as one can get, eyes, and said, “Hi.
I’m your mama.” He smiled at her. He knew. He’d known it all along. “And I’ll love you 
forever…”
     The world closed its shades then. Leaving the sacred to its history; the moment to 
eternity; and their universe to its quiet, little room.
     


*Inspired by Deborah's, You Must Have Been A Beautiful Baby, contest; and every mother 
who has graced this sacred room.


Details | Lanterne | |

Dead People Don't Cry

When life is this tough, you may long to die.
The Grim Reaper beckons, like he's your friend.
Try to remember, dead people don't cry.

A bad beginning, may look like the end.
Your soul is anguished, every night and day.
The Grim Reaper beckons, like he is your friend.

Try not to listen, he'll lead you astray.
It's hard not to follow, his dark allure.
Your soul is anguished, every night and day.

Death's not the answer, it offers no cure.
Filled with sadness, you're not able to think.
It's hard not to follow, his dark allure.

Fill your cup with love, it can be your drink.
Refreshing of mind, dancing with the light.
Pouring out sadness, now able to think.

You have the power, you're able to fight.
Refreshing of mind, dancing with the light.
You thought life was tough, you wanted to die.
Still you remembered, dead people don't cry.


Details | Epic | |

Song in the Dark

~
There are legends I've heard, old songs in the dark
of the old folklore tales, and the old gypsy trails,
where traveling caravans of rugged old wagons
still echo, with longing, in valleys below...

Where each treasured belonging,
was packed in a hurry 
all the stories, all the worry, all the heartache would travel
all the sunshine, and the sorrow, celebrations to marvel
and  dreams of tomorrow, were kept on the road....

The trail was a friend, and the loam was their home
Their needs were quite small,
For,  they didn't expect, to be wealthy or rich.
All the riches they had, were scarce and so few...but they knew
that happiness could be the sun on your back, or a sky, wide and blue...
Not much to expect,  and not even respect...
would be theirs to be owned.

As the twilight would come, under a red setting sun,
with the fragrance of loam, and the tired walk done... 
they would bed under trees where the heather was strewn
they would burn a small fire, and prepare a warm meal,
with smoke in the breeze, while the whippoorwill's song 
and accordion tunes, would drift by the face of the moon

On their heels was the dust, in the noontime sun
They rose with the dawn, and the gold of the past, 
wearing the colorful hope of tomorrow's new task 
Working wherever a meal, and dollar would come
Then moving again with their band until dusk
over, and over and over again...

Some called them tramps, and some called them small thieves
But the heart of the matter, was the love of the sun,
the love of the life that came from the moon,
from the stars, and the grass, and the rust of the leaves

For those who encountered, and who gave them a chance
could learn many things by watching them dance,
and learn many things by hearing them sing,
and pay close attention to how much they knew
that fortune is something that comes from inside
It comes with the pride, of knowing what matters
The tattered, lost life of the old gypsy tribes  ....
      might be the saddest of stories, or loneliest song... 
                    a song that has faded,
                                that has dwindled and died....






_______________________________________
5/18/12   2nd place in PD's "Epic" contest


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One Night Stanza

You called me "baby"
When your eyes streaked
In nudist dialect
Upon my strength

You begged to engorge
My palms
With cinnamon scented lotion

Taking me into melancholic forest
To sacrifice your shedding, virgin silk
With me
To have your way

It was imperative
That I brought you inches closer to God
As chastity’s ribbon
Slides down leagues below sea level truths

But, I
Refused to be a puppet pulled
By your G-strings

…

You implored with vehement thrusts
Of creamy, inner thigh
To turn my page

But, you never bothered to read
My table of contents

©Drake J. Eszes


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Cashmere Wishes

You waited for this moment,
As if you were an incomplete salutation

You waited for confessional breaths to alleviate this finite evening
Missing its constellations

You wept for their sunflower touch.

A touch to engorge the gaps of your imprinted thumb
With honeysuckle madness

Dry

Another cashmere moistened parable
Hungering for ink-plated resolutions

You waited for their Haiku smile.

A smile condoning resilient waterfalls
Unto ocean’s distant memory

Aching for risky walks above coal-ridden tomorrows

No forest green pupils observing
The hindrance of time

You wished upon wishes
For blanketed convenance to warm aspiring, French kiss upon promised morn

You wrestled with downward spirals,
Uplifting loneliness from Heaven’s chasm

Lost

Enough

Regurgitated sobs reserved under no-name invitations

But, I...

…I was 						h	e	r	e.

All along

©Drake J. Eszes


Details | Free verse | |

Faces Inside a Window

 

The only sound, whistle of a quail;
That breaks in upon the tranquility.
From the treetops glows the yellow moon,
Suddenly tossed, as a draught twists through
The golden leaves hung loose from the trees.
A cold blowing mist through the narrow streets,
Past the windows and past the broken panes;
You can see, their faces smiling pensively,
Inhaling the joys and fears of life.
Yearning with the ebbing light.
Partly patch'd, partly glaz'd;
Hearts rendered heavy and faint.
Yet, I see the light in their eyes,
Glowing with a rosy flame.


..

Written by : gautami phookan

For Giorgio Veneto's contest : "Impress Me"

motiff- ? Spiritual/ Philosophical


..


Details | Kyrielle | |

A MINER'S PRAYER

Down in the bowels of Cape Breton Isle
generations of men silently file,
Far from the sun and deep under the sea,
Lord, keep this darkness from shadowing me.

Father mined coal like his did before,
His ghost holds vigils on the tattered shore,
I was but a lad when death set him free,
Lord, keep this darkness from shadowing me.

Black dust stings the eyes then fills my chest,
And this heavy pick won’t let the mind rest,
My helmet lamp barely gives light to see,
Lord, keep this darkness from shadowing me.

These tunnels blind us from all save regret,
What hides in catacombs none can forget,
Dreams unfilled, gas that feet can not flee,
Lord, keep this darkness from shadowing me.
  
Last month an explosion claimed forty lives,
Disciples were made of their grieving wives,
Leave no man behind, a miner’s decree, 
Lord, keep this darkness from shadowing me.

The air is so thick that I can taste night,
It takes just one spark for walls to ignite,
This morning my son joined the company...
Lord, keep this darkness from shadowing me.

He’s a good boy, but I don’t want him here,
He follows my fate, a parent’s worse fear,
Lord, please watch over my large family
and keep this darkness from shadowing me.





to take a tour of a Cape Breton coal mine, to see how dark and dismal the life of a miner is please visit http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bU15pxNdYw&feature=related
Dedicated to my father-in-law, a miner who was electrocuted and survived.


Details | Epigram | |

Pondering

As I ponder my weak bladder, you see.
I travel around the corner from thee.
Be careful if around the corner you go.
Please for your sake, watch for yellow snow.


Details | Narrative | |

The Drying Of The Ink

No longer at desk the typewriter has been given 
it's final rest.
As he cant recall the day or year.

The once strong mind is closed the body
but a museum or tribute to what once was.
he his home but locked within himself.

Vist's from thoose who once knew the man 
are like people viewing a body at a wake.
he calls from within the shell for for release.

Yet his lips will not move his voice never sounds.
Inside he burns for the chance to run as the river
chases the sea.

To be the man they never knew and the one he 
could admire and both despise.

The page sits in typewriter like a willing 
eager lover in bed. 
Waitting in stockings that cling to delicate thigh.
the tears escapes it's minds prison.

He thirsts for it like a drunk for that morning drink
of whiskey waitting hands held togather trying
to keep from shaking.

He sits as a painter without hand.
watching the most beautiful sunset fade without 
a chance of ever capturing this moment.

The ink is drying he feels it everyday.
Soon he hopes like the dust that does gather
he will be swept away.


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To All Of You

There are times we are left to cope
With situations that drain our hope

Leaving us full of despair
At how some people just don't care

About the evil that they do
To good people like all of you

We are left to somehow face
That in mankind there is disgrace

And those of us left alive
Must find away to survive

As you pick up the pieces of your life
Without your mother, father, husband or wife

And some of you God forbid
Without the love of your kids

We must band together with a brotherhood
Show that in this world there is some good

Because we are together in this deal
We try to help each other heal

We seek in each other good advice
And offer each other sacrifice

We hold each other in prayer and song
As we continue to re-build the wrong

Because what else in the world can we do
Except let the light of good shine through

The evil darkness and despair
Of a catastrophic lack of care

We want you to know you are not alone
Think of America as a giant cone

And all of us are funneling through
Our prayers and hopes to all of you


Posted for Nathan's 9-11 contest


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Destiny's Ecstasy

You may find destiny's ecstasy, that you searched for all your days Cut free from your bonds of sorrow,and sadness burnt up in a blaze For when the ashes and fog arise,happiness reveals its ways The familiar face in the mirror, will be happy with your gaze To stay on course in life you must keep the right frame of mind Think not only of yourself but of the others you may find Look at yourself as a stranger that you've met for the very first time Notice the sadness,and sorrow that you keep hidden away inside Hard enough as it is, you've got to just pull yourself upright For some circumstances in daily life, are hard to see in light Sometimes you have to look into a mirror,and focus with all your might To see what you may find hidden within,takes so much more than sight
*Collab with Dan Kearley <3 Thanks for the opportunity, Dan! 8) Twas fun..*


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Choice Words

Write words
that will be scraped
into a stone
by a rebellious kid
who refused
to be owned
Write words
that will make
a hopeless sinner
never feel alone
Write words 
that will move
a homeless man
from a shelter seat 
to a throne
Write words
that will tattoo
the answers
to your soul
about the questions
of the future
that is unknown


Details | Free verse | |

Today Is a Gift To Us All

The thing about today is that:
                      It will be different than any other day
  Many different factors will share in the reasons 
           That today will be completely original 
  The people we encounter can play a huge role 
                          In the way that our day plays out 
We have no control over how these people may act 
                   No control over what they may say or do 
We can however control the way we allow it to affect us 
               I have met and been friends with 
        About every type of person that there is 
       From healers to killers I have met them all 
Shared meals and how we feel;the pressure of it all 
                             I used to allow outside influences 
                                                 Like these people 
            To play a role in how my day would go  
Then one day I realized that if you remove the water from the falls 
                                                     All that you have left is a cliff 
                                         And of course a hole at the bottom 
                  All the breathtaking beauty of the waterfall is gone 
All because some fool decided to build a dam to divert the water 
                    The River had no choice in how its day would go 
                       It had no choice in allowing an outside force 
                                                        To change its course 
                                        Of where it would end today 
        We have a choice, no matter what anyone does 
We can stay on course and maintain the original beauty of our day 
                                 As long as we always remember 
                                     That this day belongs to us 
The only thing that can change that is God, for it is his gift to us all


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The Final Say

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


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A Different Game

Friends and trouble go hand in hand.
Legends of the  neighborhood.
Like statues  and vacant buildings  still stand.

A crime in plain view no one ever saw.
Held hostage in fear.
The mouse sturggles to escape from 
cats claw.

Blood on the bricks  that stains my mind.
Time takes me away.
Yet never leaves the memory far behind.

Summers in the city nights run into days.
We turn are backs to the truth.
But in this game everyone plays.

Heros are villians  depending 
on who you are.
Stories told bout the other night.
Hidden truths  like the bat under the bar.

The players are future tombstones
Men glorified beyond there name.
the citys children caught within her  confines.
Forced to play a different  game.

 


Details | I do not know? | |

A Page for Her

Her lips are soft,
fragile
petals 
of a wild,
pink 
rose,

Whose kiss is so 
delicate,
it compells me 
to compose.


-1996


Details | Free verse | |

The Day That Died Forever

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Day was Life,Night is Death

And the latter has given counsel on my final steps


Details | Couplet | |

If You Are The Ocean...

If you are the ocean, then I am the mist
which kisses the morning the way children kissed
their mother at breakfast to start a new day
If you are the ocean, then anchors aweigh
We'll sail through the evening and on to the light
The daystar is dawning, we'll keep to the right
like Peter and Wendy to Neverlands' door
we'll sail on forever and touch every shore
If you are the ocean, come wash me away
to some misty morning and there we will play
on beaches you've loved all your lovely life long
If you are the ocean, then sing me a song
of sailors and treasures and I'll have to say
If you are the ocean, come wash me away...


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Krystal the Pistol

Krystal the Pistol God has blessed be with such a dear friend someone who entertains me on the weekend Lucky I am to have such a unique person to work with in a cold windowless pit. A beautiful Libra Crazy enough to dress up as a zebra She gets me and my crazyness Just ask her to paint it on a canvas She sings like an angel and looks at the world from different angles we dance, we laugh, we like to take naps we also know muay thai so watch your ass She's my wingman with a tan and can handle my attention span I'm glad to have her in my life any man will be golden to call her his wife


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A Lover's entrée to March

How far can you fall and get back up 
How high can you jump
And keep your feet in the sand 

To touch grace and fall from within
Next to you I was out of my skin
I missed you yesterday and you leave tomorrow

A life spent in the shadows of lushly tint 
Smoke your waves 
Exhale the freshness of your menthol scent 
Home is what you call shelters that need no defense 

I’ll send 
You’ll say goodbye
I’ll send again
You won’t reply

If love 
Is the appreciation of another’s existence
Then goodbye
Is the anticipation of seeing you again

You and I, we’ll cruise the shores
Together we’ll settle with the wind 
The joy of a small hut, a lovers den

You’ll send
I’ll wonder why
You’ll send again
I will not reply 

"our songs for sale"


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Still.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

will suddenly, 
finally,
be still.


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The Ringer

What if age was determined
By the amount of life experiences you had
Would you be an old timer, seasoned
Or a young naïve lad?

Would you change the way you lived
Or would you be satisfied?
Would changes to your life be massive,
Or would you seek a priest to confide?

I wonder why we don't live more
Not knowing when the curtain falls
Instead we tread on egg-shell floors
As if we plan when the bell tolls..


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Chameleons

Chameleons

  Chameleons we must be

      In a world forever changing

           For the sequel to tranquility

                 Is impending rearranging

                      The news of sudden tragedy

                             A husband leaves his wife

                                   Before night stars can twinkle

                                       Chaos rules your life

                                           Maybe life has lost its luster

                                          Stagnation’s dulled the sheen

                                    The mind’s become too idle

                                Wreaking damage unforeseen

                          Hence the chameleon emerges

                    Commencing transformation

              Altering its persona

           To command the situation

              Like the chameleon in nature

                  We employ our disguise

                       Our mechanism of defense

                          ‘Til a plan we can devise


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Forgotten Times

Momma's in the kitchen frying chicken
Daddy's got the game on the old TV
Two brother's playing and fighting in the parlor
It's just the way things used to be

Momma stayed home and raised us kids
Never had much except love if I recall
Daddy worked everyday but Sunday
Then again, I guess we had it all

We got our clothes from people up the street
Their kids were older and always well dressed
They would send a box down once or twice a year
And we'd thank God, we were so blessed

Shared a bicycle between five brothers
Had all we needed and so much more
Never saw a government check until we enlisted
I guess they forgot to tell us we were poor

Lived in an alley full of kids
Second house in a row of seven
Learned to work for whatever we wanted
This was our little piece of heaven

No one stole from one another
Respected all and what they worked for
Slept like a baby, three to a room
Never bothered locking a door

We have so much now it's mind boggling
In a way I guess we lost our senses
Corrupted with greed, we became reclusive
Instead of bridges, we built fences

Return with me to those forgotten times
When we treated our neighbor just like a brother
Never got judged by the way we dressed
And people cared about one another

Remember Jackie Gleason and the Honeymooners
Lawrence Welk on a Saturday night
Breyer's ice cream from the corner store
Lassie and Dragnet in black and white

Uncle Miltie and Bishop Sheen
Robin Hood starring Richard Greene
Superman and a matinee
With Dinah Shore, see the USA

Riding grassy hills in a cardboard box
Taking little brother for long summer walks
Forgotten times spent with a friend
Times we thought would never end

A life full of riches doing all that we could
A life full of struggles, even the bad times were good
Somewhere in the distance a lone church bell chimes
While I close my eyes and dream of forgotten times.


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A Candle In The Window Of Desire

She sits thinking,
How wonderful it would be,
To have her love, her destiny. 
What unfolds in her life, 
makes it all worthwhile.
To be with that man, that extra mile.
Her tree has it’s birds, butterflies too,
That visit each day, making things new.
Her garden does grow,
Bringing beauty all around,
Flowers in a row,
Some so profound.
She gazes at her walkway,
That leads to her door,
And imagines him there, just as before.
Such a good time they had,
In this beautiful land,
Always good, never bad,
As they would walk, hand in hand.
Now he has gone back,
To the land of his birth,
But their love did not lack,
It gave life such worth.
A candle in the window,
Her desires all around,
The light does glow,
For the love she has found.


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Karma

Karma was my best friend...
Until I fell for her deceitfulness...
She always had my back when others would try to harm me...
I would laugh at her and the way she would play with others emotions...
Not knowing that I would fall as one of her victims...
See Karma is mysterious...
I guess that's why she is perfered as a female dog...
She has no feelings...
That's why she always wins her battles...
Me and her never see eye to eye now...
I guess we're to much alike...
I also have no feelings...
Some may say that's impossible, being a human with no feelings...
Possible...
See,  My mother is Sorrow...
My girlfriend is Pain...
My enemy is Fear, I have none...
I came in the world naked...
So Karma can't take anything from me that is rightfully mine...
So when I leave this Earthly Hell...
I will leave, knowing that I have won the battle that no one else has ever 
Concorde...


Details | I do not know? | |

Nature's gift

The twilight of night
casts a pale subtle glow,
as the tide of the ocean
puts on a magical show.

There is a warm rolling breeze
sea salt in the air,
shore lined with shells,
as if placed delicately with care.

This serenity and peace
which cannot be bought,
is proudly on display
for humanity, it does touch.

Regardless of colour,
of creed or of race,
the gift of nature;
opens eyes and offers faith.


Details | I do not know? | |

One day

One day, I will be happy...
i will love
i will be at peace
i will stop crying
i will not hurt
One day, I will walk with you...
we will talk softly
we will hold hands
we will love
we will cry together
One day, things will be okay...
no one will die
no one will cry
no one will hurt
no one will be alone
One day, things will be clear...
we all will understand
we all will share our light
we all will be found
One day, all questions will be answered...
our hearts will be resolved
our minds will be at peace
our persons rested
one day..


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New Eyes

      Before the rain came,
I did not understand the words.
They were simply beauty to me
     in a foreign language
     in a tempo perfect
that fit my mood.
     Rich and pretty ... and 
         a bit oblique.
     But the seed fell deeply 
when I looked away.
Sweet siren music I heard in ocean
        covered streams ... and
        salt water flowers.
I knew angels in waking sleep
        and watched my mind
        tell me lies.
I turned up the silence and grew still.
     Clarity sparkled in smog and mud puddles
and then I understood.  the words.
        and the rain.  
            stinging cold ... and
                 purifying.
x


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The thoughts of a bi-polar

Who am I and what am I to say?,
All I've got to do is play,
Along in a game I don't understand,
Make people come to my land,
A deal that you don't think about,
Something thats going to start out,
A trend that will last for years,
Making people come to tears,
Arguing points that don't get across,
Having to deal with a great loss,
This is my life and these are my words,
Circling around like I'm in herds,
Playing games with my head,
Maybe I would be better off dead.


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You make me feel numb

I do believe in magic
I so believe in peace
I believe you know undoubtedly
Of beauties and of beasts
The human spirit can withstand
And rise above the shrine
Belittle all you want, my dear
I’ll be the dwarf in time
But I’ll evolve as I hold dear
These sentiments that haunt you
I’ll cherish every single tear
Because you’ve plagued me to
I’ll turn the other rosy cheek
Though undeserved it may be
I will forgive, but won’t forget
The promised growth inspired in me
Further more, I wish to say
Remind me that I’m still alive
Disturb the sleeping monsters 
Please provoke me to survive
You compliment this hypocrite
Attention seeking scum
And help stick out the finger
That outranks the sorest thumb


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Its Raining...

                          Its Raining…

God’s Cleansing Tool
Cloud-Concerto… How Cool !
Plop-Plop Plopping into Pothole Pools
On the Grass, Pavements and On My Own-Sweet- Fools…

who, don’t have Sense enough, to get out of the Rain…
… I think I’ll go Join Them… Again

                               Amen


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The Highlanders Estate

My door is open
I welcome you
To my Highland lands
Off heathers and hue
 
Cross the bridge
Of centuries old
To my castle of grey
In it's regal fold
 
Stand with me
In the great hall of my past
Like generations
Us Fraser's will last
 
Climb spiral stairs
To a turreted tower
Look out on my lands
As the northern lights shower
 
Turn to the left
Look out to the fields
They stretch for miles
Many harvests they yield
 
The moat leads off
Into a river so pure
With it's salmon ladder
Caught to mature
 
Lets take to the horses
To forests of pine
They carpet the glens
In greenery fine
 
Centuries old
Camp fire and cheer
Weeks away
Chasing the deer
 
The welcome we received
When we reached home
Venison and pheasant
From our Highland roam
 
Off the great hall
To the room of the past
Where tartans and paintings
My ancestral past
 
Open great fireplace
Lights up the room
Claymores and armour
In past battles bloom
 
The evening draws
Arrival of guests
To feast on the roam
For the food we are blessed
 
Midnight approaches
Bedtime retire for all
As i look out my window
In awe at it all



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland.php


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Black People

Thugs in the street with their pants hung low
White T's and Tims with two golds in the front row
Philly fades or braids, du-rags, and fitted hats
Sweat towls around the neck 
Baseball caps turned to the back

See some people would call them hoodrats 
because of where they live at
Not knowing the situation 
Seeing the problem 
Or trying to give back
Instead they just judge the book by it's cover
Instead of calling the book your brother

See if we don't stick together 
And if we don't love each other
And stop calling us women B's and Hoes
for we all know that's not the way love goes

So black people lets take a stand 
Reach out and touch your brothers hand
Lets make this world an equal place
Because we've proved that we can


Details | I do not know? | |

Breathe

Inhale: You touch me softly, then kisses me with delight.
Exhale:  It feels so good to me the spots you touch are just right.
Inhale: Should I tell you how I feel, or how you make me feel.
Exhale: Just to think you wouldn't understand me completely.
Inhale: When I spoke to you, I tried covering my reak thoughts.
Exhale: Not knowing how you would react to them! to ME!
Inhale: My anxious words jumping on the end of my tongue waiting to be 
realeased.
Exhale: Speak your mind? But I don't love with my mind.
Inhale: I love with my heart therefore I speak from my heart......... my soul.
Exhale: It's about time I started saying what I feel, what's in my heart.
Inhale: Somehow I let the words slowly fall back down my throat.
Exhale: They sit and wait.......Wait to be spoken, wait to be felt.
Inhale: I can't go on like this I need to tell you but how?
Exhale: WHEN? WHERE?
Why am I torturing myself by holding these feelings in. I should tell you but only 
when the time is right.When you think the time is right. I don't care about no one 
else. It's US only US!
Exhale: ( Ooops....... I forgot to BREATHE)


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' The Power of A Poet ... ' 32nd Senryu

‘The Power Of A Poet’      32nd  Senryu


        Look How Devoted
       The Power of A Poet
    See How Words Spoke It



This Poem is My Tribute to:

Carolyn Devonshire (The Dove)
and James (The Highlander) Fraser
for your Powerful collaboration on:

      Mother Nature's Revenge

        It Was Truly Awesome

              MoonBee


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Yes I Know

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

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

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

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


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The Lonely Poet

Paste on your passion smile
Crisp all your words
as you settle yourself 
to be self-consumed, heard
Whisper sweet nothings
which only you know
Don't stop the banter,
the words or the flow
You've reached the summit
of the loneliest point
You're king of the vacancy
best in the joint
Write all your poems
on the back of your hand
and read them at supper
of cream pie and sand
Your siblings will stand up
and whisper applause
You've felt all emotion
and ridden all stars
They bid you good-bye
for you're out of their league
and to think you just wanted
to be heard, succeed...


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A Brief Childhood

In the back of my head, in the garden shed,
I see him as clearly as fresh white paint:
A little boy sat on the creosote floor, 
Dragged grazed knees hugged up to his chin, 
So familiar, so resonant and never faint. 
He shivers and weeps on the wooden ground, 
Alone, almost silent, with hardly a sound, 
In retreat from a world he cannot understand 
That Is ruled and defined by a callused hand.

It's his seventh birthday and a slowing flood 
Of mucus and blood flows from swollen lips, 
A tooth bares a nerve and a jagged chip, 
But the pain means no more than dandelion clocks 
Or cuckoo spit; the act alone the gestalt of it.

Some days he would walk for miles, 
To see beyond the next hill, around the bend, 
Kicking slowly along, his shadow twice his size, 
Dwarfing him, tracking him, a passive friend. 
Perhaps to find some haven, someone to 
Take him in, rescue his heart, and want him;
But strangers, though kindly, approached 
With the dusk and it always ended the same way:
"Where do you live?" they would say
And thoroughly drilled, he would quietly reply,
In emotion drained monotone,
His address and number of the telephone,
And they always took him back home.

Some days he would walk for miles,
To sit on the edge of the viaduct, 
Perched perilously with nothing to lose, 
Dangling feet in small scuffed shoes, 
Dropping pebbles and stones to the 
Rocks and undergrowth far, far below, 
Imagining if he may fall in their stead, 
What then would be left to know?

The fall down the stairs snapped his ankle
Like a spindly twig, fractured some ribs,
Dislocated his jaw.
The children's ward, antiseptic and bright,
Young nurses in uniform, starched and white
Were so kind to him, he almost cried, bringing concern
And orange squash and a paper straw.

Sometimes it’s like this when things go wrong, 
A scapegoat is needed to blame things on. 
People thought him shy, with head bowed low, 
Lost in comics and books, lost in himself, 
Denying the threat of another blow. 
He was not shy, just hiding and biding, 
Keeping his head down and trying not to show.

Life is a scoundrel, and time a cohort thief, 
Stealing a childhood with no reprieve, 
Leaving only the slow burning sense of relief, 
That an unpleasant childhood seemed mercifully brief.


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We, the Imperfect People...

We don't expect something from nothing 
but always keep hope lightly lit
We want what we know won't be quite good for us
and force situations which never will fit
We speak when we should hold our tongues by the throat
and let silence bounce off the air
We verbalize nothing and yet all at once
we scream that the world is unfair
We hold all the cards to our life in one hand
and grab with the other at dreams
We grow up imperfect and tragic and bent
and about to burst out at the seams
And yet in this comedy of errors
we still pin dark dignity down and demand
that we're made in the image of One who is mighty
and not a mere mortal, a man
We yearn for a taste of perfection
and search with an uncommon zeal
We reach out for moments which polish our bones
and convince us our future is real...


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PAIN STRUCK

A life filled with pain, clearly that’s no way to be And some people couldn’t imagine, all the things that I see But its one thing I do know, there’s no one out there exactly like me Many times I feel an outcast, and my days are dark and gray Then a higher power guides me to the light, and makes me see another day I’m a man and I won’t deny, sometimes I wish there was another way Because I wonder, why should people as gifted as me Should feel so much pain and hate A life filled with pain, basically all I’ve ever seen And some people just don’t know how it feels To walk a strip of grass that never seems to be green To dream for better days, and work for things you never do receive And to wake up every morning, looking for all the snakes to leave Sometimes I sit and pray, that I could have all things my way A child of my own, that I could raise and show better days A beneficial job, that does better than what the last paid And I see that’s just a dream because I still wake to shady days A life filled with pain, it just seems to be what’s meant for me And I wake up daily, hoping to once find my destiny But I am coming to realize, that this is where my life lies So my many days of pain, there are many more to arise Then I am sometimes due and given a blessing That seems to somehow reverse, and leaving me in pain I still feel I am a man, who deserves so much more out of life When in the end, it all seems nothing to gain But the “man in the mirror” tells me, I deserve more than hate and pain So before I leave this earth, I want to go out with a well known name By: Quiayren Young


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Just A Junkie

If in time
you should divine
that bees are fat
and owls are brown
then you will know
as do I
time will go
slow
so .... slow.

And if in time 
you should find
that veins are thin
and blood is brown
slow down
slow down.

Then, a time
life's curtain
came crashing ...
and I'm certain
you're asking, 
Why?

..... so am I


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Loud Mouth

Inspired by Machinehead – Darkness Within (Acoustic version) & members of society who refuse to embrace the kiss of silence…

As great intentions
Wither upon invalidated declarations,
Serenity’s crowd holds teary-eyed candles
Making silent wishes
For the venom to be sucked
Out

Loudness’ waxy build-up
Making filthy demands
In delegated hostage stand-off
To be HEARD

Cocked pistols, insignificant
Firing duds against glasshouses
Rubbing “war-torn” palms
Within cemented rubber bands

Forgetting life’s lesson
To shut their raging mouth
If they truly want to be heard

Amnesia’s warning sign to muzzle thyself
For one meaningful second
To ALLOW a merging of disappointed truths
Into their heartbeats

Salvation’s attempt to stifle boiling pressures of Sangre
From coming face to face with reality scythes

They latch onto plastic rosary beads
Fade to Black
Singing Gregorian prayers,
Removing knife from karma’s back

They strum in vain to please the Lord.

We see your true colors
Shining through

We see your true colors
That’s why we can no longer love you

Placing forced expectations 
Against vulnerable humanity
To lay weary heads on curtailed shoulder pads

With foolish attempts to swallow moot points
And pride-coated defibrillators
To jump start a heartbeat, extinct

Forgetting that even self-made pedestals
Have a limited warranty

I see your true colors
Shining through…

©Drake J. Eszes


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Sickness in my Soul

 I’m in such a state of confusion,
I don’t understand what I’m doing
I know your there
And I know you care
But I can’t see you
I can’t hear you
I just don’t know what to do
I know your there in the stillness,
Waiting to heal this illness
 
There is a deep hole
A sickness in my soul,
Disease in the depths of my heart
 But How to fix it
I wouldn't know where to start
How it came to be
Is a deep mystery to me
 
 I know that I am broken
We all are in some way
But rarely are these things spoken
Rarely do I have the courage to say
The secrets kept within
The depths of my sin
 
But if I hide it how can it be healed
 How can the healer heal?
If I keep my heart sealed
What if I let down my shield?
 
Will I be attacked or disgraced
Or will I be embraced
I’m too scared to find out
To be found out
So I hide my face
 
I only let people see part of me
I only let people get so close
I don’t want them to see
I don’t want them to know
And so I end up alone
 
I’ve been to the bar, the clubs,
All the social hubs
But no one cares about my hurts
 Life’s all about chasing skirts,
Fancy cars and nice shirts
 
Or is there something beyond drunken nights, and flashing lights
Is there something really worth living for, an open door to something more?
An invitation to a new destination
A path to peace, a sweet release
A new life to claim, an escape from the shame
I believe there is, some days I forget
But my life isn’t over yet
 
Tomorrow is a new day
I can live life your way
With love and peace
With guilt and shame released
With a new heart
And a new start
A reason to live
And something to give
To this broken earth
Of invaluable worth
 
At my very core
I know I was born for more
Than to live and to die
Without knowing why
I don’t have it all figured out
But I know without a doubt
That the world needs love
And that love comes from above
Because human love is not enough
 
That is why there is a deep hole
And a sickness in my soul
But to me has been revealed
The way to be healed
 
Now I have a mission
A reason for existence
To bring healing to the earth
To the unloved, the broken, the rejected
And tell them what they are worth
So that Jesus’ love will be reflected
And this love will give birth
To many people being resurrected,
Redirected and completely accepted
To a wonderful and glorious rebirth


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Acceptance and Self-Esteem; Nature & Nurture

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


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


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Don't tell my heart how to write

In a world where we are constantly told how we should do this and that, 
we must learn to thank them for their opinions…but, to listen to our own 
hearts and THINK for ourselves. 

There is a difference between guidance & being told what to do; where 
opinions are sometimes, sadly, just glorified pre-judgments in hiding. In this 
world today, more than ever, we must stand our ground and water our seeds 
with our own heartbeats. 

Because in the time one could spend listening to loud/louder/loudest opinions 
of why one should or shouldn’t do it someone else's way, one could have 
already done it their own way. Always move in the direction of time:  
Forward

...

Another herd of evaporated soliloquies
Flashing warning signs of good-will
Unto the lost

The deaf
The mute
The righteously blind

They simply ask for a sip of strenuous cognac
To lighten regurgitated burdens

Yet, throats become condensed with 
Good intentions
Under a cratered moon, afflicted with two-faced vertigo

How can one stand in the face of adversity
When our legs are kicked from the same foundations
That opinion’s high court built

How can I be told to write with syllabic serenity
When a rambunctious rhyme 
Would be the socialized death of me

“Guided” by educated parchments, recycled without signatures

…

If poetry is freedom,
Why do critics scream in beer-battered rings of opulent contradictions?

If poetry is freedom,
How is one frowned upon for speaking the word of Life, the word of God

The same God who told us to speak upon epiphanies’ climactic pain
Towards the same “heaven”,
They swear,
They’ll arrive at.

©Drake J. Eszes 


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Community

Community, what does it mean
And how does it come into being
Well what does the dictionary have to say
“A group of people living together in one place”

I guess that means were all in community
Though if I were to speak in honesty
It feels like we try to live separately
 Living by the culture of our country

Which tells us, do it yourself
 If your strong, you don’t ask for help
Life is about personal advancement
About money and accomplishments
Hold onto your hardships and pain
Keep striving for personal gain
So many lies deeply engrained
How will we create change?

Well I start with myself
I ask for help
I start with me
I be the change I want to see

I become an infectious contagion
In all of my relations
That could spread across a population
Even across the nations
 
I model my life after the master of love
Who dwells in the heavens above
He has brought millions even billions together
Over decades, centuries, even millenniums
So what else could be better
Than to faithfully follow him

He who said, I was anointed 
to proclaim good news to the poor
 to proclaim freedom for the prisoners
and recovery of sight for the blind,
to set the oppressed free”

and I say yeah that’s who I want to be
But unless I engage in community
Unless I get to know my fellow human beings
How can I help to set them free

So its time for me to put aside
Popular culture, foolish pride
Social codes, selfish ambitions
Old roads, and useless traditions

And blaze a brand new trail 
With my life, write a new tale
Introduce a new theme
Add in a few more characters
And then dare to dream
About how my story could impact theirs
And their’s impact mine

Because maybe just, maybe
It might be better, might just be
Not to say, I did it on my own
All this, look I did it alone
No maybe it would be better
If we did it together

So that no matter what my lot
I can always know that I’ve got
 Friends, right until the very end 
Help, ready to be sent
Hands willing to be lent
So what need would I have for advancement
For money and accomplishment

I can find all that I need
Everything I seek from this life, 
In relationship with fellow human beings
Community, Maybe this is what it means


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HEEDLESS P-L-A-N-T

Plant Not your seeds in Poor
soil. Heinous and Quagmire
loves society. Yet,
you seclude yourselves from
your very own seed that
you have planted. But, Why?!

Non compos mentis
at the time?!... Were you
Callous?!... Or maybe
Myopic?!... Even
society that

claims to be so
Erudite has
no rejoinder.
Complicity

lurks within
the poor soil.
Be Chary

when you
Make your

S-E-E-D-S!



Pace, G.
INK-U-SCRIPT

06-15-2012


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A Palindrome Tale

A Palindrome Tale

I’ve got a tale to tell you of travel, love and lust
The travel, it was joyful, my love life was a bust
I met a girl in Tulsa, next day my diary read
A slut nixes sex in Tulsa; “Dammit, I’m mad” I said
So I went off to Europe to see the Mona Lisa
I thought it was in Italy; but as I pee, sir, I see Pisa!
A Delia saw I was ailed; I’m a fool; aloof am I
When she offered me spaghetti, I said “I prefer pi”
And then I found Naomi – Naomi did I moan?
I did, did I? I can not lie.  I headed back to home
And then I met this Madam; as mad as Adam, she
Evil did I dwell, lewd I did live; God saw I was dog tired
Live not on evil they did say; Then my luck expired
Revered now, I live on. O did I do no evil I wonder ever
No sir, panic is a basic in a prison where I dwelt
Ned, I am a maiden; not a banana baton had I felt

Mdailey	3/31/12

A slut nixes sex in Tulsa; 
Dammit, I’m mad 
as I pee, sir, I see Pisa!
Delia saw I was ailed 
I’m a fool; aloof am I
I prefer pi
Naomi did I moan?
I did, did I? 
mad as Adam
Evil did I dwell, lewd I did live
God saw I was  dog
Live not on evil 
Revered now, I live on. O did I do no evil I wonder ever
No sir, panic is a basic in a prison 
Ned, I am a maiden
not a banana baton 





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I fell in like with you

Inspired by one of my favorite bands, Rise Against, and the song is called,
“Ever-changing” (Acoustic). Please listen to this song if you don’t know of it. It’s raw &
powerful.

“Have you ever been a part of something? That you thought would never end. But then, of
course, it did.” –Rise Against

“I fell in ‘Like’ with you”

With her smile
I melted unto oblivion’s redemption
Candy coated perceptions, windows’ gap
Seeping brilliance refreshment

Uncertainty resolution, polished
Absorbed into closeness sun
Yet these eyes still…see
Butterflies taking notice, missing you…as you stood in front of me

Strong, yet soft legs
Foundation of my face to rest upon
Scars…fading
A cremated sin 

Yet, elongated moments of silence
Created abruption’s new face

The face of change
When she turned to me and said
“I’m not sure, anymore”

Emotional lullaby, rocking me to sleep
New battles with spectral flashback
Trying to get under my skin, a drunken tick facing demise

Phoenix’s sunrise, rejuvenating my recycled defenses
Yet, today, these rays just aren’t bright enough to burn sadness away

And with these sounds of storm clouds & Fall on horizon’s breath
These grounds are so familiar, yet bittersweet
This heart doesn’t want to be enlightened by karma today

It wants to be held for how it shines now

Denied…distance wins again today
Slavery whipped punishments in miles and blocks
This must end

Because I try to keep lines open to get a call from you
Yet all I hear are booty calls with busy signals

And yet something has kept me here too long
But can they leave me, if I’m already gone?

Something has kept me here too long
Karma’s laughter

But, through it all, I will shine

…

How I wish my mere presence can bring joy’s tear to her eye

Sadly though, now, the lines are drawn
Yet I wonder if this feeling is gone
Have the best parts of this…come and gone?

…

Maybe I’ll never know the truth

Perhaps she was misguided by jealousy’s deprivation
Deteriorating heart’s splendor

While I fell in “like” with her

Perhaps “Better Man 2.0” appeared from Cloud 9’s fallacy

While I fell in “like” with her

Perhaps
She held onto the past

As I, drawn to waterfall’s edge
Allowed myself

To let go…and F
A
L
L

© Drake J. Eszes
“We adore those who hurt us. Yet, we hurt those who adore us.” -Anonymous


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Soul Stones

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

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

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

The stones settle,

BOOM...

      BOOM...

            BOOM...

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

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

"Honey, are you alright?"

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

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

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

And then serenity.

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

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

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

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

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




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Dementia

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


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A Better World For All

                   Behind the seven great mountains with sugar tops on
              There lies the valley where there is only love and happiness
                      There are not many who know these mountains
                       and rather few people know about this valley
                     The birds are singing so beautiful all year round
                  The flowers make themselves attractive to all the bees
                        People live in a wonderful harmony with love
                      No unfriendliness, no jealousy, no hard feelings
            This valley is like a little mini paradise, where everyone is happy
                      In happiness and love grow only the best of the best
                I've been searching for this valley all my life without finding it
               If we all were looking together maybe we will find a better world






22.01.2013
A-L  Andresen :)




Details | Free verse | |

I Do Believe

"I Do Believe" 

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

Rev. Samuel Mack
Copyright 2013

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


Details | Burlesque | |

Exotic Dancer

Do people think you are sleazy and bad,
since the day you replied to that want ad?
The words were in black and white, and plain.
“No Experience Necessary, We Train”.
This job is not what most women would like to get,
However, it pays the bills and keeps you out of debt.
You live in a nice house, and drive a Corvette.
Of all the occupations anyone can seek,
there are not too many paying two grand a week.
They hired you for what came naturally.
Men easily discover your great beauty.
You have the looks of a centerfold in a magazine.
Your dancing in the club makes quite a scene.

A fight with your old man made him pack and go away.
He left you and your child unexpectedly one day.
You were desperate and needed a job right away.
It seems nobody was impressed with your resume.
Other employers apparently could not be convinced.
So many places only wanted experienced.

When you are dancing in the club each night,
men from all over think you are a delight.
Scantily clad, you erotically tease.
This is how you gather your gratuities.
Some men get obnoxious, and a bit out of hand.
Enforcers appear to take a stand.
A small team of bouncers comes out to greet.
The mashers land in the middle of the street.
Never mind what people think is wrong or right.
Many men like me will be seeing you tonight.


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I Remember When

With just a little coaxing I can remember when Excitement ruled my early days when you'd come home again. I was a boy, just seven or eight and you were fully grown. And it was a very special time when "Brother" would come home. You and your special Mildred, The two of you and "Wart"--- You see, I can't remember the three of you apart. Since you were up and married before I was ever born, I can't remember all the things that happened on the farm. But, things I do remember -- I can remember well -- Like the gifts you brought at Christmas none others could excel. – Like the places you would take us, Mildred, me and "Wart" -- We'd race the train to Cameron if that old Ford would start. – Like the times we'd all go riding and it seemed the car would wiggle -- We'd look and see you steal a kiss and me and "Wart" would giggle. Looking back, I realize the young love you both shared Began a life together that God himself prepared. So, no matter where I wander, No matter where I roam --- No thrills can match the ones I knew When "Brother" would come home. Author’s Note: This was written for my oldest brother and his wife, Mildred, on the occasion of their 50th wedding anniversary. During WW2 he held a most critical position with the government in New Mexico. “Brother” was a nickname we used for him and “Wart” was a nickname he gave his oldest son, my nephew, only one year Younger than me. He was an inspiration to everyone he met. His life story is motion picture material.


Details | Diamante | |

A Poet Never Faultiers

I drank my words from the cup of evil lately not holy water
Like many I sit in my dungeon of doom on earth trying not to my addictions faultier
I'm sitting knee deep in the shitted down reservation sewer street water 
Im looking for wisdom daily with sinners with calls that I shouldn't be trying to call her
I know I be looking for a life filled with silver and gold when I know Im living in copper
I know I got a crazy  coming my way so I best get on trying to stop her
I remember the first time I was in love with lust when I first saw her
I know without the water in my life I would scream silent as I would quietly holler 
I know I been like a bunny moving around in life that sometimes people call me a hopper
I know I been kicking it in the field so much that people tell me I should start playing soccer
I should be more of an actor of actions and less more of a talkitive talker
I know I got what I got so I will be a poet that will never ever faulteir


Details | I do not know? | |

I've Scribbled This Song For You



I've Scribbled This Song For You...


I'm wasting my days,
my empty nights too,

I should have held on,
but I simply lost you,

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

yes, I should have kept,
you close to my skin,

soaking your warmth,
but you were laughing,

at my foolish grin...


now I'm all broken,
and torn apart,

but what the hell,
I was always late,
for the tolling of the bell,

and now...

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

so kiss me now like you once did,
I'm tired of being so carefully hid,


la laa laa la laa laa laa...


(repeat to fade)


:-)


Details | Free verse | |

As the dust settles

Pheromones’ anguish, settle for censored compromises

Windows layered across beckoned cathedrals
Shattered by chipped stones of the hypocrite

Wanton hearts scramble to restore weakest links
To a forged importance

Vacuumed tears towards a leader-less Sun

Yet, these incipient bonds
Will
NOT
BREAK

For it was today
Where cognitive dissonance fell unto a rejected, abstract morrow

As disarrayed perceptions
Copy & paste their way to mirrored confessional booths
Begging for error’s atonement
In order to repeat pencil-drawn, vicious circles
Tomorrow

…

Oh, what good is a curdled beggar reaching out for God’s clarity?

When they already took back the “change” left in His basket?

©Drake J. Eszes


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We Are The Generation

We are The Generation,
Holding tomorrow in the palm of our hands
Ancestors deemed us responsible
Yet Today only reprimands

We are The Generation, the majority
Of futile yearnings, beguiled by what
Only brings more shame…Beguiled by what
Only brings more shame

Embellished with the nudity we call fashion
Seeking the colors of the world in manicure
Beauty is now only material…
Attire, what a fine cure!

We are The Generation, we want to explore
The tastes of the world, in nicotine, in alcohol
It’s something we call fun!
Gossip, magazines… invaluable lore

We are articulate, we just love to curse
Between every couple of words, five oaths!
Our eligible vocabulary is written in scraps
In the fine poetry, we like to call rap

Love to us is very divine
My boyfriend and I have been together
For two months…eternity! We match, we intertwine
Our engagement is next week

Religion is to us an identity, a name
I am this and I am that
But we all squander our time just the same
We are one unity, remember?

We are The Generation, we are The Glory,
You know that magazine?
We hold the future in safe hands
We are The Generation… and more is yet to come


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Legendary Lady Leaders I salute you

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



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Point of No Return

It was a cold, rainy September day
Dark clouds rolled above Redemption Bay
And the mist hovered over the old ragged dock
As a young man emerged from behind tall rocks

Each step he took delivered excruciating pain
Leaving him breathless, shivering in pouring rain
Sleep came creeping slowly, scaling his wounded leg
Enticing, urging him, sit for a while instead

With weighted, blurried eyes, he scanned the lonely shore
Gazing at the wound; pulsing, touched it and let out a roar!
Barely standing, leaning against the boulders, nauseous and weak
As intoxicating sleep sought to engulf him, warm and deep 

Eyes wide,  filled with fright, searching all directions 
Frantic, he re-played in his mind the vast destruction
Seeing how the culmination of this day began at fifteen 
And remembered the vow made upon surveying the scene

Angry, he had been, running all of his life!
From pain and the call to live free from strife
Helpless, he sat watching each wave roll in its turn
Relaying, that he had reached, the point of no return!

~*~

Note:  For Paula Swanson's  "POINT" Contest


Details | Alliteration | |

Roundhouse Runs

Black squirrels bound skewways
from the house, shadowshifts
falling darkly on 
dusty white autumnal
snow. Paw prints run

makeshift memories soon 
snowed over. Leaping
on tree trunks they wind their
way upward on paths of birch
bark in quick roundhouse runs.

I watch them go from
a seat by the door
and eavesdrop on the
dripping eaves trough. Icicles
hang like stalactites
and
drip
their
dew
onto
the
driveway.

The heater blows dry
air over my face as
dust rides recirculated
draft flows and floats upward
in a beam of magnetic

light. A thin frosting
of human sloughcells
settles on the windowsill
in a regiment I
attack with the duster

before they regroup and
resettle. Single cells
born of a single self. I 
pace circles on the
fading cream carpet.


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A STEP HALF MADE

As lightening shone and thunder blew
I danced the dance that dancers do

They danced it back and asked if I
Would mind them dancing through the night

I thought no harm could come of this
Besides, such company I’ve missed

Thus, on we danced so unaware
That torrent rains beyond compare

Fell down in floods on higher ground
And like a wall came crashing down

Then somewhere in a step half made
The dance I danced was washed away

Now all that’s left for you to see:
Remains of the catastrophe

Oh, hopefully from this you’ll know
Don’t ever dance when thunder blows


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Fall of a Melancholic

Tracing back…
that is what I am doing now,
just tracing back
along this woodland path,
in an attempt to grasp remnants
of a time 
when I felt so alive, yet dying.

Thoughts and memories,
they fall  like these leaves,
a melange of confusion, beauty and frailty

Swept away by the wind, scattered
or swept into a pile, unified.

Either way, they can be stomped on,
brittle leaves crushed into a satisfying crunch.

All around me, 
there’s a profusion of vermilion, gold and copper
but those reds have always been my favorite—
so alive, yet can also mean bleeding.

I see a pumpkin carved out, 
a creepy smile adorning its face
A chuckle escapes from my lips,
remembering that time 
when laughter lived in harmony
with love.

Now, I am not sure anymore…
Because how can something 
that had so much hope, so verdant,
change?

I am a fool, for the answers 
are so obvious—
I only need to look at these leaves.

So much like our lives, these seasons…

Not very long,
I will be staring up at argentine skies.

The thought of it gives me chills—
I pray for spring.



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Since First I Saw You

Since first I saw you, it was your eyes,
mesmerizing, your gaze transporting
me to a realm, not of fantasy, real,
where young men go when cupid’s
arrow takes root.

Since first I saw you, it was your lips,
captivating, holding me frozen 
in anticipation of our lips brushing
for the first time.

Since first I saw you, it was your voice,
a crescendo, light, invigorating, 
each word you speak intensifies 
my hearing, enveloping each
note, time ceases as I hang motionless
savoring, memorizing.

Since first I saw you, it was your hair,
long, flowing, gently rising above
your shoulders as a slight breeze
passes through sending waves
of your essence my way. 
The sun magnifying each strand, 
highlighting the minute
variances of invigorating color, 
creating a halo effect, a portrait of
your beauty forever imprinted.

Since first I saw you, It was you,
my love forever more for you,
only you.


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What I Was Given

I had a little talk with God,before I sat down in front of my computer today He told me how much He loved me,and showed me all the different ways When you were in a car accident with your parents,and still quite tiny I gave you two broken legs when you really shouldn't have any When your mother left you,and they came and took you away I gave you loving parents,with a mother that still loves you to this day When I wanted you to see the world,and all of it's beautiful scenes I gave them time to take you,to see the places of most peoples dreams When you needed friends in life,with so many wrong ones you could choose I gave you wisdom on how to treat them,giving you friends you wouldn't loose When you were drunk and being foolish,which to me was too many times I allowed your mind to heal,so you could write messages with these rhymes When you needed a wife because you felt you were running out of time I gave you a loving woman,the closest,and most honest one I could find When it comes to family and friends you have more then most people need I gave you them all because of your love,and for living without the sin called greed Now if your mind should grow weary,look for me within your heart It's there that I have always been for you,right from the very start With love your life was given to you,as well as with all the people you see It's the one thing that evil can't tax,and it will always remain forever free


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Dr Seuss-style-Mister Obama PleaseTax The Rich Man

Dr. Seuss-style-Mister Obama Please Tax The Rich Man!


Mister Obama please tax the rich man!
The cost's are up.
The pay is down.
Tax.
TAX!
All over town.
There is tax on GAS!
There is tax on tan.
Mister Obama please tax the rich man.
There is tax on CARS.
There is tax on trees.
There is tax on our food.
No
More tax.
Please!
We can't pay.
There is tax
On LAND.
ROCKS, DIRT, SAND
There is tax.
There is tax
This I know
On tobacco, too.
But tax, tax, TAX!
The rich do, do, DO!
Mister Obama
Please tax the
Rich man!
There is tax on pills.
There is tax on HEALTH.
There is tax on insurance
Just for wealth.
Just for wealth
There is tax
On telecom.
And on low tech
And CD-ROM.
Mister Obama
Change the queue.
Tax the rich man.
Just do, do, DO!
Now start this show!
Please Mister O.!
There's even tax on electricity.
There is tax on our dog...
Ducks and hog.
There is tax on our water
And imbibements we drink.
There is tax on our underwear
...and clothes.
Middle class has floundered.
It shows!
Mister Obama!
Tax the rich man.
Mister Obama!
Please tax the
Rich man!
It's time
For
No 
More
Drama!
Tax the rich man
Please...
Mister Obama.

deborah burch©
4/30/2012


Book: "Marvin K. Mooney will you please go now!" by Dr. Seuss






Details | Lyric | |

Fools and Mules

A fool was crowned
And now we`re bound
To serve and please
On hands and knees,
To hate and smile
Each day and mile,
We feel defeat
And kiss his feet.

The foolish kings
Cut off our wings.
Their poisoned knife-
Our foolish life.
And faith`s refuse
Won`t save our muse,
When banned to fly,
She`ll fall and die.

Still time will flow-
Kings come and go.
But teams of mules,
That choose the fools
To be ahead
Alive and dead,
Won`t change a bit
The fate they meet.

They`ll choke on pride,
They`ll run and hide
And in their shells
Pity themselves,
That life was cruel
To have set the rule-
“Do as you`re told,
Silence is gold.”

We pay the price
To hide our vice:
The coward `s role-
To lie and crawl.
And hope someday
Things`ll come our way,
We`ll find the might
To rise and fight.


Details | Narrative | |

Lunch With The Girls

.                           "Listen first,.....to the voice in your head"




Mmmmm, …if we can catch the waitress’s eye, we should order more iced tea…
Can hardly believe it… Joan is still complaining about her in-laws….
Peg interrupts, excusing herself to go to the ladies room
What was that about Barb’s husband burning breakfast? 
It must have been funny.., the way everyone is laughing…
Oh well…
----
          My eyes wander to the window….
          I see some geese in the sky
          Heading north...oh my,…summer has gone so quickly…
          I must get the family together and go out to the lake one more time
          We'll take a picnic, and let the children feed the geese...
          I'll take a loaf of bread just for that,....... 
          But we'll have to watch the children..
          Last time one goose chased Suzanna, and she fell down, ....
          …made her cry,…poor thing
          It is so beautiful on the east shore….hopefully the water isn’t too cold
          Maybe the children can still enjoy a swim…yes…we must do that soon….
 
----               

Oops,  she’s back from the Ladies......
I'd better scoot over, to make more room,.....
Hmm..looks like she's done something different with her hair...   
Joan is still chattering about her weekend with the in-laws.....

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          How I long to be back at the lake again….on the beach in the sun….

           Oh there…outside the window…a whirlwind has gathered up a few leaves
           Already rust and brown…edges curled with the touch of autumn
                    Yes, ….summer has gone so quickly…
                    


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For the Contest: Summer's End


Details | Couplet | |

Erin Go Bragh

At Ben Bulben’s feet Sligo stands
The home of such creative hands

Where poet William Yeats did grow.
The Nobel Prize his poems did know.

On my trip to this emerald isle,
I yearned to visit a long while.

As sun poured through the misty sky
Shedding warmth with its golden eye,

I stood beside the lough in awe
At dancing diamonds that I saw

Near Connemara’s tall twelve bens 
O’er lands of ancient souls that wends.

I sense their haunting watchful eyes
And feel my roots where rivers rise.

I hear the voices lost at sea,
They echo on eternally;

As with the thousands who took flight
During the worst potato blight.

Their sadness streams across the seas
Where most souls died with unheard pleas.

Those sad and tragic days long past,
And Erin’s joys returned at last

To verdant Lee and sandy shores
To music heard across the moors,

To people with the kindest hearts
Is what this isle to me imparts.

© 2013 

*Erin go bragh means Ireland Forever
*lough means a lake
*Ben means Irish, a mountain peak


Details | Romanticism | |

Autumnal Grace

The autumnal grace that bodes so well 
For eager souls departs,
Upon a dove wore Gaelic prose
Devised by naïve hearts,

For afterthoughts as echoed dew
Sate the doleful needs,
Of naïve souls whose hearts dispose
Of decadence and greed,

For autumnal grace a phrase misplaced
In modern times bestowed,
With meaning laced with fervent haste
That once defined our souls.


Details | Rhyme | |

And Yet They Judge

There are those who have fallen
in the eyes of this world,
one’s “sins” more damaging than the next.
“Skeletons from closets”
so ruthlessly hurled
and so many people are left vexed.

Now I do not condone
all that comes to light
whether by papers, radio or TV.
But what if it was YOU
whose “sins were in sight,
are there things you’d want others to see ?

The world does these things
and yet they judge,
from the arm of a pointed finger stare they.
But they conveniently hide
their “filthy sludge”,
and yet in His court they’ll have their day.


                   I wrote this in response to a prodding that wouldn’t leave me alone. 
Thinking on some people who walk in the limelight or of a high public profile, I started to be 
perplexed about our willingness to BROADCAST the latest Hollywood gossip or the latest
political “fall from grace”. I am in no way condoning unwarranted behaviors and these are 
times that call for the appropriate action to be taken no matter who the offenders are. I’m 
just saying shame on those who are so willing to point fingers and yet do or would do some of 
the very same things if they could.                  Lightwalker


Details | Light Poetry | |

Unique Talent, Poetrysoup(Footle)

Poetry Soup
Rare Group


Details | I do not know? | |

Those who are now elderly sit and reminisce

Those who are now elderly sit and reminisce
of sweet idyllic days which often they miss.
Sitting as families in beaming abodes
whilst a flickering fire dances and glows
Cosy nights in with cards and knitting
and days in the garden, weather permitting.
Snakes and ladders with family members
bed time when fire burns to smouldering embers

At school they were eager and behaved well
parting from friends with kind farewell
walking home with no worries or cares
helping with tea, then bed after prayers.
Yes, they love to recall memories of times
they learned stories and recited rhymes.
Played games with balls and skipping ropes
grew up with imagination, dreams and hopes

Now the old are found to sit and moan
at the new technology they are shown
the transportation speeding past
how times have progressed much too fast
What happened to appreciating what you got
being thankful despite not receiving a lot
Now seized by temptation, money and greed
today we're consumed by the need to succeed

The loud and so-called 'unique' youth
appear as disorderly, rude and uncouth
the bright, colourful and distinct attire
Is received as offensive, obnoxious and dire
Teenagers walking in packs of elite
music blasting with no rhythm or beat
the old will avoid and cross the road
feeling hostile on return to their abode

The clashes in cultures cause opposition
juveniles grow with too much ambition
thoughts  consumed with riches and fame
money, films, music and fashion to blame
little time for families, never mind schools
displaying no respect and breaking rules
What happened to growing with parents as guide?
what happened to strolling in the countryside?


Details | Lyric | |

Rhyme XOX

I just want my summertime
To be at a stand still.
Sometimes, when women cross my mind,
I'm not sure just what to feel.

I'd like to call her friend,
And I want us to mean something.
I can find several, yet in the end,
It seems like all I have is nothing.

So where is the evidence
That says I should move forward?
Show me a sign that's heaven sent;
A point I should move toward.



©2013 Honestly JT


Details | Free verse | |

Deaf and Gone

I am whatever you say I am...
but, let's get back to reality...

       Three short years ago, this room shined welcome mats across a screen of doldrums.
A place of unfamiliarity that screamed, 
"You don't belong!"
Yet, a voice of reason spoke and said,
"Expand yir' roots. Venture beyond the comfort zone. Academia resides inside that room, but know you won't be alone."
Repeatedly,brainwaves declined what my wife and editor had told me.
I'd say,
"no way, I'm givin' up my soul for free, they read, they pay, like it's always been, the way it's going to always be!"
Unbeknownst to me one day, and with a slight of hand, my "Open Sores" were put on display and surprisingly more than a handful of great ladies and nice guys began to give feedback on what I had devised. 
This interaction was something very new, helpful, and impressive. For a change, it was something real.
For years, those around me were quick to give praise with hidden reasons. Constructive criticism is amazing, and I welcomed being corrected or set straight.
Now there are those who choose to shut me down without explanation, and call me names.
DO NOT mistake me for sophomoric! These words bleeding from my guts have no style and need no approval. There is no thinking involved here, no plan. If you don't like it, fine...don't censor or bracket me in. So what if I am illiterate?  If you don't like "street poetry" or the pathetic stuff I write, don't read it. If I offend you, tell me.
We should welcome those who are different than us. 
Words of truth inspire movement, like fire.
I came to this room to expand my horizons, step outside the box, learn, help, grow. 
There will be no apologies dealt for being different, or for being labelled as something uncomfortable to you. 
This has been an ok room so far, but there is some clique trickanery going on.
If the dictionary must come into play, let me recommend looking up the term "Poetic License."
True, I may not be the writer you prefer, or aspire to be....but tread carefully my friend, for you have no idea of my profession. I've made a fine living, for a good long time, spewing words onto paper. I came from nothing, and may still be nothing to you...still, I do what I love, have no boss.
I am not an aspiring writer who dreams of a life, I live my dream. In conclusion, I must wish you luck in finding what you peddle poetry for. Until then, keep 


Details | List | |

An Evening at the Home

Written: March 5, 2012
Updated: March 11, 2012


Listen to nurse's report including the news 
that Joe and Wilma like each other.

Check all rooms and find that Roger is out of his bed
and down on the floor again.
  (Hip not broken yet.)

Answer Wanda's light to calm her justified paranoia 
because she knows that she is somewhere other 
than her home but just can't figure out where that is.

Answer Jeremy's light to help him sip his water 
while he giggles at his favorite T.V. show.

Accept his thanks and feel your heart break again to see a 
45 year old man who can no longer control his limbs be so 
appreciative of such a small act of kindness...big act of kindness.

Check on Jack even though he doesn't turn on his light 
because you hear suspicious noises coming from his room.  

Help Jack to bed after you find him swatting an 
imaginary fly with an imaginary fly swatter.

Try to re-position Emma so that she is comfortable 
even though her limbs are fetal-position frozen.

Kindly lie to yourself about her comfort so that you can 
control your guilt when leaving the room.

Go into Jackie's room when she starts her usual screaming 
that "she doesn't want to be here, and her family hates her 
and that's why she's here."

Kindly lie to her and control your shame because you know that 
what she is saying probably is true.

Answer ex-model Mabel's light and listen to her story about 
how she could have married Groucho Marx, but that she married 
her true-love instead.

Feel a sense of sad pride when Anna proudly explains to you 
how she keeps track of her day by tracking her activities as she 
would have for patients when she was a nurse.

Keep taking care of and giving these people (not patients) 
love every chance that you get.

Gail's notes: Portrait of Joe and Wanda is the sequel to this.  To protect the privacy of those who have lived before us, the names have been fictionalized, and the events semi-fictionalized.


Details | I do not know? | |

Blood upon Pages

As I place the pen
on paper
my soul beings
to bleed
upon the pages
my secret longings
hopes and dreams
of which I hope to be,
how I want to reflect me
transpire into the universe
within my poetic lyricism
the warm sweet smoke
of my vega blunt
swirls about me, flickers
in and out of motion
as the vanilla candle nearby
fights the shadows in my room
the cool summer breeze
from my window
carries dancing sinsemilla 
fog around me, allowing
my mind
to adventure elsewhere
into the nights abyss
of minutes, turned to hours
I write
pages, of words
scribbling my life, struggles
and fears
Bob Marley and Lauryn Hills
“turn your lights down low”
beat inspirational peacefulness
on my eardrums
my small hands delicately pluck
my imaginary guitar strings
as I join her in a solo, Miss Hill's
magical voice cracks
with emotion, and my soul
tingles with excitement
For creativity flows
within my veins
I breath real music, such as
she, as soon as daylight opens
thine dark brown eyes to see
The poetic flowetry, carries me
and speaks to me
the notes capture my inner 
disturbance and desires
until the soundtrack of my day
takes me into Summers night
thoughts of my dreams 
of being a published poet
clearly float
into my sight
Then, I sit
as I place my pen
upon the paper
black and white turn to one
and my soul bleeds
onto pages
into an early sun


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Merry Band Of Adventurers Part 1 of 2

There Are A Thousand Treasures Of Kings
Worth More, Than All The Wealth, There Could Be !
Some Say, It’s In A Kingdom Of Dreams
Others Say, It’s As Real As You & Me

The Legend Says, There’s A Kingdom Of Love
In A Kingdom, Far Away & Above
Kings-Treasures, To Be Claimed By The Best
Those Worthy Of Courage, To Quest

& So, This Is Where I’ll Start, My Friend,
Tho’, This Isn’t Where The Real Tale Begins
You See, There Was A Merry Band Of Adventurers
Who Went On A Quest, As Treasure-Gatherers

There Was Moses, The Freedom-Circle-Rider
Stayed His Course, Like An Eagle-Glider
There Was Goff, The Monk Of Sky and Trees
His Visions Of Life, Were As Open As Doors With Keys

There Was Kendricks, The Keeper Of ‘Interesting’ Tracks
& Marty, Of The Hale & Hearty & Power-Pen Pack
There Was Adell of Deep Wells  … & Dio, The Devoted
& Dame Brown Of Mountain-Ground, So Sweetly-Noted

There Was An Irish Lass, O’Leary Of Laughter
& The Golden Daughter Of Grace & Audrey Of Gifted-Banter
& Devonshire, The Dove &  Highlander Of Heather-Cove
Of First To Join Search:  For Soup & Treasure-Trove

Of Course, We Have A Prince Of Passion Land
& Ismael, A  Dream-Merchant From His Own Island
The Prince, Paints Of Pleasures; The Islander Speaks of Treasures
Both Know Of Biggest Royal Cache That We Could Ever Measure !

There Came Tim, The Archer Of The Wit-Forest
& A Determined Mother with Son, The Lady Doris
Maid Adams, Who Teaches How To Keep Cold Away
& The Lightning-Voice Of Linda Marie, Keeps Wolves At-Bay

There Is Sir Lamoureu of Sir Lancelot's Order
He Wields Words In Articulate Axes & Armor
And To Those Who Dare Say Chivalry Is Dead ...
Is Because -The Sonnets of Sir Lamoureu, They Have Not Read
& The Legendary Language That  Sir Lamoureu Pledge

Then There's Lady Linda, A Chatelaine & A Poet Destroyer
But  She Only Versus The Verses of The Vanity Voyeurers
Her Skill With Quill Accurately Quite Accords
As Proof of Pens Being Mightier Than Swords

We Have A Pretty Elf Known As Anne Lise Andresen
Her Piquant Topics of Poetry Makes Her Our Taliesin
And We Have Our Very Own Kind Maid Merryman
She Transports Adventures Better Than A Ferryman

Part 1  of  2


Details | Free verse | |

For One Day

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

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

would be eternity.

 


Details | Quatrain | |

Heaven's Grocery Store

Marching down life’s highway, my feet became very sore
I then came upon a sign that read “Heaven’s Grocery Store”
When I got closer the doors swung open wide
Next thing I knew I was standing there inside
I saw a flock of angels positioned everywhere
They handed me a basket and said, “Child shop with care.”
Everything a human required was in that grocery store
With many commodities to carry, you could always come back for more
First I acquired some Patience; Love was in that same row
Further down was Understanding, you require that everywhere you go
I grabbed a box of Wisdom and Faith, a bag or two
And obtained Charity of course but more than just a few
And then reached for Courage to help me run this wicked race
My basket was almost full but remembered some loving Grace
I then chose Salvation for it was advertised as free
I tried to collect enough of that for both you and me
Then I started to the counter to pay my grocery bill
For I thought I had everything to do the Master’s will
As I went up the aisle, I saw Prayer and proceeded put that in
For I knew when I stepped outside I was bound to encounter sin
Peace and Joy were plentiful, the last thing on that shelf
Song and Praise were hanging near so I just helped myself
Then I asked an angel, “Now how much do I owe?”
She smiled and said, “Just take them wherever you may go.”
Again I asked, “No really, how much do I owe?”
“My child,” she said, “God paid your bill a long time ago.”
 


Details | Free verse | |

Perception

To see ourselves as others see us --
unmasked images, through others' eyes --
half-formed caricatures, perhaps --
or mere grotesqueries -- 
barely recognized, telling
what we thought to hide --
we'd label these as skewed
perceptions, not real truth...

But, no matter -- when once
I thought myself unfairly judged
and asked "How so?",
I was reminded of the obvious,
i.e.: all outcomes are determined
by perceived attitudes and actions.
Not truth, but clear perception,
pure appearance, guide others' thoughts
and so create the world we live in.

Thus,  however harsh,
"Perception is reality."


Details | Epic | |

The Whisper

As I sat at my computer, wondering what to do,
A whisper in my ear said, I have a job for you.
Startled I looked around but no-one was there,
I was alone in the still of the night.

I recalled my wife told me of Samuel, 
A prophet back in biblical times,
I felt foolish, knowing what I had to do,
I was alone and simply said, God, is that you?

I am who I am the whisper came back, 
And I have a job for you
I have looked at your life through your veil of tears,
And have decided just what to do.

Are you God? I asked, hardly daring to breathe,
If so then I've something to say.
Why has my life been so hard to live? 
I've struggled right up to this day.

I've been kicked and beaten, left battered and bruised,
Laughed at, spat at, abused and accused.
Each time I have tried to better myself all these years,
It's ended in sorrow, no laughter, just tears.

God, have you seen my distress from the start?
Why didn't you help stop a breaking heart?
I love you much and have never left you alone,
Through your trials and pain I see you have grown.

I have watched and waited for many years,
I have carried you long through your veil of tears,
The strength you have now is through My love,
Protected and guided by Me up above.

Remember the times when life looked so bleak,
Times when death was all you would seek.
No signs for the future, just lay down and die,
Who helped you My son? It was I.

You have asked many times why can't we move on?
Each time we were stopped, to help out someone.
Just when we thought it was safe now to try,
Someone else came along and on us did rely.

There are many I love and will never let down,
So I trained you My son through your years of despair.
When folk needed help, I knew you were there,
Sometimes just a shoulder to show that you care.

You have done many things, the world cares not a jot,
Your faults are forgiven, I remember them not.
When you work for the Lord sometimes you may stumble,
I will not let you fall if you remain humble.

Thank you Father for letting me see,
The wonderful life you have planned for me,
The journey is long, and hard every day,
But through it all I have learned how  to pray.

I'll follow You Lord, Your path I will tread,
My future secure, no longer I dread.
No fear for tomorrow, each brand new day,
To help someone else to move on their way.

© Dave Timperley 2012


Details | Couplet | |

Whilst the Clock Ticks

Whilst the clock ticks, appear memories of her past For three faces she owns, which would be the one that lasts Would it be the one from old, or the one from her recent past For three faces she owns, which would be the one that lasts Many words were shared, to the future forget the past For three faces she owns, which would be the one that lasts Whilst the clock ticks, reality now met her past For three faces she owned, it's the older one that lasts *~*


Details | Lanterne | |

Forever, Michael Jackson

famed 
adored
yet forlorn;
your memories
live









Farewell, MJ.  May you find now
the happiness you truly deserved.
You will be missed :(


Details | Rhyme | |

The Mask We Choose


Page unwritten  hand never to be 
played.
Outcasts sitting at center stage.
When you never showed love.
It's no need to question why no one ever stayed.

And you never wondred and new better
to ask.
Cause people grew tired of the game.
And you of the mask.

Deep emotin with which like
overgrown children we play.
Gone in a second.
Was it love or just another day.

Torn sails endless flow.
Blocks and miles.citys and backroads.
Like any flock we scatter.
Only to lose track the futher we go.

Dellusion speaks well amongnst friends.
You see it's the last farewell.
But with truth in are thoughts 
everyone pretends.

Are you okay everyone does ask.
You give a expected reply.
And slip into oblivian slowley
fading behind your mask.


Details | Concrete | |

The Nose

 
                                                           
                                                            Though 
                                                          My 
                                                       Nose,
                                                    Small
                                                And
                                              Not
                                          Well 
                                        Formed,
                                     Still
                                  I like it
                               For I 
                           Can
                        Smell
                     You,
                  Very 
               Lovely
            Scent-
            Your
             Poetry, 
                 Perfume
                      For my soul!


Details | Free verse | |

LONELY

It’s dusky and smoky in the room. People are talking too loudly, laughing at a joke of which the punch line was lost in the din. I shift my weight on the stool – the dimensions not quite fitting my shape. My skirt rides up my thighs. I leave it there and pick up a stare from across the room. Not quite sure if it was meant for me, I notice a slumped punter lift his glass in a salute. I nod and turn reluctantly back to my half empty glass on the counter. A cautious tap on my shoulder quickens my pulse. It is late and my head is fuzzy from the G & T’s, but this attention is most definitely meant for me. He mumbles sweet nothings. Well, that is what it sounds like through his whiskey breath slurring. He picks up my flimsy wrap and drapes it over my shoulders. The touch from another human being feels good on my naked skin. I let him kiss me on the lips and do not protest when he calls for another round. I cannot remember when last someone has sweet talked me. It is getting very late and the prospect of being alone fills me with dread. In the dark corners of the bar people are trying to expel the mutual fear of being lonely.
****************************************************************** GLOSSARY Persona Literary Term refers to the narrator or speaker of the poem, not to be confused with the author - a narrative voice other than the poet tells the entire poem. The expression derives from the Greek word "persona" meaning mask. When the poet creates a character to be the speaker, that character is called the persona and the poet imagines what it is like to enter someone else's personality. This is an example of a poem where I have used persona. It usually reflects the thoughts of the speaker and they are not necessarily the personal experiences of the poet, ie the poet places himself in the shoes of the other person and comments on a scene observed. It is a difficult format to write in as as the poet needs to keep in character throughout the poem and it tends to deviate from the usual voice of the poet.


Details | Rhyme | |

Kunzite

It is 2012 within the season of autumn in that year.
Humankind knows not whether to be sad or cheer.
A new sphere arrived; they call it planet kunzite.
In an orbit opposite of earth, aligned perfectly right.
Was it our doom, or salvation we awaited a sign.
Upon the next moon, our answer came so divine.
Planet kunzite was to be our new home to live.
To go in peace and harmony with only love to give,
No more wars or anger for any human to spread,
In the stars surrounding, words are there to be read.
Kunzite a jewel for everyone, especially new born,
So upon each morning a new greeting shall adorn.


Details | Dizain | |

A Woman's Only Friend


Middle-aged woman puffs a cigarette right outside the grocery store entrance. Her dark eyes fall from mine while beads of sweat trench above furrowed brow. “Spare a few cents?” she asks under her breath. My muscles tense. Annoyed, I shake my head; no words are spoken. I toss a coin in her pail. Still smoking, She gestures with a nod. The hazy air hangs, weighted with her stench. As stone eyes glare, my son begins to cough nearly choking. Hard days have come to my family; life has knocked us down. Humiliated, I beg to survive, you see; even through strife, we had love but no home. So forgive my intrusion today as you hurry by. It’s a nasty habit. You don’t approve. My kids are gone; last week, the state removed them. Now, this smoke seems like my only friend. God took my spouse last year. I can’t pretend life’s good. Forgive me. I, too, disapprove. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, July 27, 2012 for You Don't Understand Contest (Cyndi MacMillan)


Details | Lyric | |

If We Only Believe

Why are we here on earth, 
because the Lord has something for us each to do.
He has not told us what it is,
but it is not to pine over lost love.
It is said he never gives us more then we can handle,
we just need to work at finding our way.
Life can not always be peaches and cream,
we must be ready to take the bad with the good.
Life will not always be what we expect it to be,
we must open our eyes that we may see.
A person should never feel they are not needed,
we need someone and someone needs us.
Though it may not be the person we want it to be,
someone is out there it may just be a matter of time.
To grieve over a lost love one is to be expected,
to go through life alone is not what anyone expects.
We need only to open our eyes and believe...
I am needed ...I am wanted ...by someone.
Someone is out there waiting for me,
a real live human Being...I just need to believe.

Entry: Retread What You've Said  And say it Better!
Contest Sponsor: Moses
2nd Place Winner








 


Details | Rhyme | |

The True Love of a Man

When I was just a little girl, I dreamed I’d meet a knight. He’d proudly wear his shining armor, and guard me day and night. I kept on dreaming half my life and searched as I grew. Until I found my knight one day, I found my knight in you! Before our paths crossed that day, my struggles had been great. But when I laid my eyes upon you, I thought it must be fate. You gently got to know me and embraced me as a friend. And as our friendship grew in time, we knew it wouldn’t end. As our lives were set in motion, we climbed mountains and sailed seas. And as we’ve shared our lives together, we’ve blended with such ease. Our friendship grew as years passed by into such an enduring love. This thing we have together now was blessed from God above! I know we both have said it. We feel it in our souls. We’ve devoted our lives to each other, and together we’ll grow old. The love we share is very rare, and should be held with high esteem. For some may only find this kind, only in their dreams. This is what God planned for us, to live here on this land. To be the best we both can be, walking through it hand in hand. Even when our roads seem rough, we must have a faith that lasts. We’ll smile as we share many today’s, and reflect gladly on our past. I hope I’ve touched your life my love, as much as you’ve touched mine. For this is the love I’ve always dreamed of, a love both gentle and kind. I believe we meet our “soul mate” only once in our lives. This blessing from God has come to us, I’m proud to be your wife. With all this said my poem will end. A poem for my love, who is also my friend! I want to thank you with all that I am, For showing me Darling, the true love of a man!
With all my love, Michelle Merry Christmas – December 2006©


Details | Rhyme | |

EMPTY LIFE

What ever happened to life,
Is it now occupied too much by strife?
I don't think no answers will come,
Or should I just succumb.
Love can only solve this.
We have to understand that our lives are gifts.
Is the world spinning so fast,
Or is it the time to forget the past.
In a world filled with changes each and every day,
That is why we constantly need to pray.
Why don't we open our eyes and see,
This is real and not a illusion but it is reality.
I believe we live and die by the choices we make,
But there's only so much a person can take.
Only we as humans can determine our fate,
As long as we are still living it's never too late.
There are always moments of glory, joy and pain,
Now days not too much will be sane.
In this life I'm going to wear the biggest smile even though I want to cry. 
I'm going to fight to live even though I'm destined to die. 
For those full of spite and always complaining, 
The world is full of darkness; I still believe there is hope remaining.

James 4:14 ESV "Yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? 
For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes."


Details | Couplet | |

Greater Love

Greater Love

I shivered and watched him as the snow fell 
Frail, tattered clothes, bearded, no shoes, but--smell!
I thought--what a contrast--comparing sights,
But love was a lesson I'd learn that night!

Not from plastic steeples or rhetoric,
Philanthropy or emotional trick...
I would learn to look in my own mirror
For compassion, mercy, empathy--clearer.

       This complex multiple of nature lives
       In dying daily to Ego-------Forgives!

Then I saw neither black, white, red nor green,
But only insolence and heard him scream:
"Get away from us! You Freak! Reprobate!"
Then with his cane, knocked him down--oh such hate!

Top hat and tails perched with pride by the door
Assisting the dilatant he adored.
Snow was a gossamer curtain all 'round.
Vision obscured even steps on the ground.

       Lights came from nowhere as they crossed the street,
       Aimed for the dilatant--innocent, sweet.

Watching I saw from the shadows immerge
Sprinting like 'Coldstream Guard'--out past the curb,
That same man, pushing the dilatant fair
Out of harms way as he flew in mid-air.

Emerging unscathed from the ice and snow:
"Who was that man? Tell me! I want to know!"
The crowd huddled 'round like a football team
Gawking with questions of what they had seen.

       A donor card was his only ID.
       No name--just a wish--was all they could see.

Donor card cashed in...Science and query...
A grave in an obscure cemetery,
With small unadorned head-marker amends:
"Greater love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends."

5/14/2012
deborah burch©

*For Michael's "No Names on This Love Contest"


Details | Light Poetry | |

My democratic world

"I think of a place
Where our soul is pure!
I think of a place
Where no ones confused for what they do
Everyone's damn sure
I think of a place
Where people don't have problems
But if they do -they get it with cures
I think of a place
Where we rule the place 
Without a tenure
We ourselves give us full assure-
For what we do what we see and what we hear
Is right and will be true!
No unnecessary payment no punishments no sue!
This a place which I think of.......
I have imagined 
Now can you?"




Details | Free verse | |

Memories etched in the sand

Sifting warm sand 
through my fingers,
shimmering fine grains 
glitter my palm.
Sand,
filled with life’s memories
of nut brown days
of summer.

A soft silk breeze 
formed dunes
with our dreams 
that summer
when we danced to the stars.
My heart laced yours
listening to the sea
undulating waves of emotion
as we kissed 
on the velvet strand.

I still hear
the rhythm of the ocean.
Waves tumbling in unison,
a sweeping sound 
gently caressing
as we lay silently 
listening to sand
shifting over stone
to the faint chiming
of seashells.

My first love
a sea salted embrace
on a breast of sand.
The memories
forever held
in the sand
in glitter on my hand.


Details | Acrostic | |

Insignificance

I s a child to be heard?
N o one answers, as usual. The silence is slowly killing me.
S orrow, misunderstanding and these mourning memories,
I s this the way it is supposed to be? Since that fateful day, I have been a 
G irl, lost in a whirl of tragic past, calamitous present and the fear of having no future,
N ever have I known what "family", "friends" or "fiends" mean, for
I have never made or heard of any.
F or I am thirteen, just as inconsequential as a dwarf planet, amongst boundless galaxies.
I live in misery, why won't anyone listen to me? I may be young, but I
C an converse, listen and see, and I
A m as normal as you are. So why
N ot give me a chance to prove myself?
C an you ever give me a listening
E ar? Is a child to be heard?


Details | Rhyme | |

If Things Were Different

If I weren't a poet, what would I be
An artist, a singer, or a designer?
Would I have been something next to a deity? 
Oh, I couldn't imagine anything finer!

If I weren't loved, how bitter would i be in the present time
A little, a lot, more than I could ever devise?
Would I lnog for affection that I predict will never be mine
Or would I think love will take me by surprise?

If I were born earlier, what period would I have occupied
The forties, the fifties, or the sixties?
Would my name have lived on after I died
Or would there be no one alive who'd miss me?

If I weren't me, who would I be
And who would take my place?
Would I have had a different destiny?
I hope to God that wouldn't have been the case

I love the person I am today, 
I love the person I am to become
I would not want it any other way
Many lives I could've lived, but thank God He chose this one


Details | Prose Poetry | |

It Is A Sin

It is a sin for Gregory to be a miser even to himself accumulating infinite fortune with a half-bedroom to show for it It is a sin for miss Zane to gain special gratitude from her male mates. Coming late every night with a different driver, parading her flashy dividends as she becomes a model for fashion updates It is a sin for Sarah, not taking care of herself with her body becoming rounder but still feeds more than an entire Orphanage. Initially, a very attractive young lady but now looks like an Old sorcerer. It is a sin for Baker to be a clergy and at the same time a gambler lavishing in style and losing without remorse Hell will let loose if his sponsor is the Church's finance. Regardless of his anointing, he's still not beyond the people's wrath. It is a sin for Dawson to drive through many open legs as he jumps from skirt to skirt and acquainting himself with all forms of underwear, playing the bad guy who never gets caught. It is a sin to stay idle and observe them wrongly drawing conclusions from every action without minding their motives or reasons analyzing closely even while sitting from afar giving no consideration to the human Nature which exists in imperfection and faint stains. It is a sin castigating the weaknesses of others while overlooking mine thereby condemning the crimes I do not commit which does not make me better either. As much as they do not know where I faulter Judging them makes me worst than a sinner.


Details | Free verse | |

Patriotism

Have you ever thought about the Death of Christ?
Why did they crucify him?
If you read the story then you know
But what I ask is why didn't God stop them?
It's natural to protect our own
How could he let him be sacrificed?
For the good of all man I've been told
God sacrificed his only son for us
But what does he ask in return? What does he want?
Are we supposed to try and emulate him?
I wish to know
I don't understand his decision
To not help his only son, I couldn't do that
But I do know that is why we are not gods
Do people who give their lives for others emulate God?
When a solider dies for our country is he dying for us?
Or freedom? or both?
Are the parents godlike in their sacrifice of their children?
Like Christ when he sacrificed his only son
Or is it more than that?
Is patriotism just a mindset to get people to fight?
When one country is mad at another
It's the leaders who argue not the countries
Why can't the leaders fight and leave us alone?
Do leaders send their own children to fight and die?
Why should I send my children to fight and die for you?
Are you a God? Do you have my interests at heart? Or yours?
You say it is in the name of freedom, but whose freedom?
We have never been free
You send me to fight, kill, and die
And yet you say I am free, free to do what?
Free to murder those you want dead?
Free to send my children to their death for you?
Who are you again? Are you a God?
I fight for God not you
My children are not targets or murderers
And now you demand my children to be your shield
Who are you again? Never mind
I know who you are it's very plain to see
You are not a god you are a coward
You are evil and you are trying to destroy us
You are lying to all of us just as you always have
You speak of freedom
As you try to blind us with patriotism
And silence us with duty and honor, Meaningless!
From one who knows nothing of their meaning
I wonder what God would say to you
Knowing who and what you are
Would he forgive you?
Would he understand your deception? Would he?
I could not forgive you, this is why I am not a god
I can't forgive, I am vengeful, I would punish you
Without mercy
For allowing this deception of youth to continue
Maybe you believe your right but I can't believe that
You know what your doing is wrong yet you continue
One day you will pay, as we all will 
We are all guilty to some degree
But most of all we are guilty of sacrificing our children to you 
Who are you again? never mind
I just remembered, your the devil





Details | Free verse | |

Attawapiskat: Orphans of the Stone and Sky

Salt-bleached roads merge into a horizon
of snow-clouds pregnant with similar shades of gray.

On television sets, the media squawks loudly
about one of the most affluent suburbs in the world
having been touched by flood during the night.
O! We must come together,
help restore the water-damaged basements
of 1.5 million-dollar homes.
Has the Great Mother no sympathy,
as she continues to unleash her stormy wrath?

Behind the back of a 3rd World town
nestled in the bosom of 1st World commodities,
outsiders whisper of possible mismanaged aid,
of faulty tribal council audits,
while on our land, foreign companies break open the earth,
extracting our Mother's vital organs,
selling blood diamonds to the very people 
with water-damaged 1.5 million-dollar homes....
....maybe the sparkle of a new necklace
will assuage the waiting-period of insurance policies.
Yes, people whisper behind our backs 
about the burden of hand-outs,
while our land subsidizes the entire nation.

But self-pity and envy will not serve us true,
for the widely beaten path 
leads towards more conditioned lies and empty eyes.

Above, the burgeoning snow-clouds
are filled with much potential energy
waiting to be released, just as we are.
If we arise from the swampy, damp ashes
as a phoenix whose wings are dried by courage-breath,
we must act with grace,
live by the golden rule,
treat our oppressors with a dignity
not offered to us in the first place.

To settle for less, 
is to settle for a searing brand of Oji-Cree hypocrisy -
the widely beaten path of conditioned lies and empty eyes.
We, the Orphans of the Stone and Sky,
must rise as graceful Warriors,
must rise to not only protect our own future,
but the future of all children.

We arrived from the Stone and Sky with grace,
so shall we live, so shall we depart, 
and again, so shall we return.






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Details | Imagism | |

Guilty Reflection

Looking dead at me in this smeared mirror...
a lost man
tormented
face red
brittle
and teared

stacking excuses 
the longer I stare
this stress abuses 
my conscience with a glare

a guilty reflection warns
my mind is the prison I fear
as I long to escape 
from the  hell I dwell in
right here

who have I become? 
what have I done right?
crossroads appear suddenly 
as fog fills the mirror tonight

darkness owning the room,
prefers I suffer slow
so I proceed with speed 
because it’s the only way I know

tasteless stories
flood my life’s hard bound chapters 
while this smeared mirror reflects tears
dripping from a face 
which was once filled with laughter. 


Details | Elegy | |

My Return To Normandy

High on the Normandy cliffs
Looking out over Pointe du Hoc
As cold Atlantic winds whisper out
The names of the brothers I left behind
Now only fine marble monument shadows
Dot the trenches and empty emplacements 
As the final testimony of the fallen
Still ringing frightened with those desperate voices
Proclaiming both their lives and death
That they were ever here…

In the emerald hills of Collville Sur Mur
I can still hear the phantom naval shells screaming
Underneath the crying of men
Pulverized and dying in their comrades arms
All for the belief of the land from which they hail
While the roaring waves wash the still bloody sands
In and endless and rending cycle
That silent cacophony of brother and foe
Call out to me still for comfort and aid
Asking only to be remembered…


Details | Rhyme | |

It's Time to Change

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


Details | Rhyme | |

WOMEN OF EXTINCTION

We were more popular
When you felt lazy,
More important when
We cooked you potatoes and gravy...

To please our boys and men
We would go to any length,
Even begged for mercy
Were pillars of strength...

We are the glue to glass houses
Being abused by the hour by the day,
Even ignored or unheard of by many
But we will continue to love come what may...

Negatively spoken of around the world
And frequently pacified by our nation,
But the torch GOD placed in our hearts
Is not a symbol of accusation more of edification...

Tear us down kick us to the ground
But we will always strive for equality,
We are free women accepting nothing less
Our guardian angels fill us with spirituality...

We are women born to cease dissention
We are women not women of extinction


Details | Rhyme | |

Maybe Just A Thought

If you could change the world What would the first thing be Maybe close down all the zoos To set the animals free Maybe get yourself some air time To tell all people to take a stand For the rulers of our countries Have gotten to far out of hand Maybe tell all of the people You now have your own lives to live Though if you want to live them happily Learn,and use the word forgive Maybe stop all of the madness That new technology brings People used to live without it And they did just fine without those things Maybe stop all of the wars And get everybody watching everyones back Then we will no longer need to use the words Steal,kill,murder,war,execution,or attack
Dan Kearley:10-13-12


Details | Rhyme | |

THE AGING PROCESS

Many years ago, when we were all young,
We really thought life, would be so much fun.
While playing dress-up, trying on mom’s stuff,
Putting on make-up, we found to be tough.

Then came our schooling, and boy things would change,
“Those aren’t our parents”, when they acted strange.
Sometimes they were hip, but old-fashioned too,
That’s something I swore, I would never do.

Wishing you were older, adults had it made,
They would do nothing, yet still would be paid.
That is how little, we all had known,
We surely found out, once we were grown.

Loving the twenties, we’d go out with friends,
When we went shopping, we followed the trends.
Doing what we wanted, and staying out late,
It didn’t matter, what time we all ate.

Then came the thirties, and most of us wed,
Watch what you wish for, my parents had said.
We had to work hard, many bills to pay,
I guess they were right, what more can I say?

Raising your children, was hardest of all,
Needing some advice, your parent’s you’d call.
It seemed so easy, they needed no rest,
So now it’s your turn, you learned from the best.

The forties arrived, that was a shocker,
We’d spend lots of time, just at the doctor.
Back aches and headaches, so tired you’d be,
Trying not to cough, or else you would pee.

The fifties would come, and your grandkids too,
Where were your glasses? You hadn’t a clue.
You searched here and there, and under the bed,
“Hey grandma” they laughed, “They’re right on your head”.

Here come the sixties, now let’s have some fun,
You are retired; your work is all done.
To dinner with friends, you dressed and you wait,
They never show up, you have the wrong date.

Now the seventies, with friends playing games,
If only you could, remember their names.
You try hard to hide, those under-eye bags,
Gravity happens, and everything sags.

Enjoy every day, and have a good laugh,
All the steps you took, led down a new path.
Live life as it comes, each year a new page,
One thing is for sure, everyone will age.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Tranquillizers




                             THE HOSPITAL FAIRYLAND

They walked together, hand in hand,
Into life’s magical fairyland.
Where there was no trouble, where there was no pain.
Where life could really, begin all over again.
Where were no men in little white coats.
Forcing you all, to stuff drugs down your throats.
Forcing you to do, what you didn’t want to.
Telling you it was all for the best, for you,
People shouting, people crying.
Most of the people talking about dying.
What is this hell, we’ve all come to?
It’s called coming off drugs, we all have It to go through.
Where will it end, what will we do?
None of us really, has a clue.
We are given more pills, we are told, we have to take.
To the men in white coats, life’s a piece of cake.
We are the prisoners, they guard the doors.
Some try to creep out, on all fours.
Into hell and back, we go for a ride.
Eventually if we’re lucky, we come out the other side.
Where we can walk, hand in hand.
Into life’s magical Fairyland.
Where there is trouble, where there is pain.
But at least we can start, living again.





Details | Etheree | |

Winding Road (Reverse Etheree)

From New York to the Gulf of Mexico
Travel path provided as you go
Links of network from plane above
Ocean cruiser scenes we love
Chevy gliding in style
Highway going wild
Horns blast in code
Traveling
Winding
Road


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 | |

Insight out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Love hurts, my love

Love is something that I struggle with,
Trying to be loved by that right one,
But can't proceed because I'm ashamed,
Ashamed that I might not love right,
Ashamed that people may look and talk,
Ashamed of how my family would react,
Ashamed by the temptation of my life,
The temptation of my heart,
My mind is saying it's not right,
But my heart is saying yes,
Just be you.
I've tried pleasing people and giving people the world,
And I've been half pleasing back,
I know not to look for anything,
But I can't help it, when I haven't received much.
Love for me is a real struggle,
I'm being loved by someone,
Someone special to my heart,
Someone that shows me the world,
Who gives me encouraging words,
But I can't love back,
For some reason.
From now on I'm a try,
Try to love to the fullest,
I really want to love,
And be loved,
I want to feel love from my family,
Loved by the most beautiful, caring, funniest, serious at time, smart,and well talented person,
Love, love, love,
What a mystery WORD!!


Details | Rhyme | |

There Was A Time We Weren't Ashamed Of God


There was a time in America, when the Bible was taught in the schools. The ten commandments were displayed, as “God’s set of rules.” There was a time in America, where the cross could be displayed. Even in public places, people came together and prayed. There was a time in America, there was no “church and state” separation. As people all across this country asked God to help this nation. There was a time in America, where people knew right from wrong. You could see it in the way they lived, and could here it in their song. There was a time in America where one was proud to be a Christian. One could take stand for holiness, without coming under “suspicion.” There was a time in America, when mom and dad were together… Now, any kind of a commitment to marriage seems lost forever There was a time in America, where many were proud of “tradition.” There seems to be a lack of any kind of “spiritual nutrition.” There was a time in America, where so many could proudly say; “I’m going to read the bible and go to church on Sunday.” This is the time for America, to wake up and try to understand. We need to seek God right now! All over this land! This is the time for America, to listen and begin to hear… The coming of our Lord is drawing ever so near! NOW is the time to seek the Lord, while he may be found! The word of God needs to be read in every city and town! Won’t you too seek God and listen to his voice today? Simply give him your heart and life… This could be YOUR day! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Saint Blackheart

Saint Blackheart walks the Autumn streets and smiles with diamond eyes;
   She's well-aware of what you think, but listens to your lies.
Confess your deepest fantasies or never look her way --
   She's free with random kindness, though she won't have much to say.

Saint Blackheart seeks the shadows for the secrets they impart.
   Her life's a patchwork puzzle made with jagged shards of art --
Impressionistic paintings on a canvas dipped in red;
   She dances like a demon for the angels in her head.

Saint Blackheart loves the twilight and the elemental rain;
   She'll stand and watch you suffer, yet she senses all your pain.
A soft, Franciscan echo making up a primal scream
   Can hurtle from her crimson lips and dart from dream to dream.

Saint Blackheart lives in solitude among the ancient trees --
   You'll find her there within the mist, but never on her knees.
Her hands will offer nothing which is not her own to give;
   And though you wish to die in peace, she may just let you live.

Saint Blackheart will not weep with you or wipe away your tears,
   Yet she may catch their crystal hue and treasure it for years.
She'll lay a little flower on a long-forgotten grave --
   A tribute to the tortured soul she never tried to save.


Details | Verse | |

Secretly Obsessed

Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....






Details | Haiku | |

Something to ponder

What if love is just chemistry?
Starts in the head and ends in the body,
Making us dependent.


Details | I do not know? | |

Love is the Key ---to Victory ---Victory in Jesus

In Life 
Each person goes through
many different types of tribulations
Troubles hits homes
Even Nations

You can hate evil
That's spun
But We Believers know
Love Is the Key to Victory


You gotta Love People
Even those whom do you wrong
For You belong to Jesus
As Jesus said.. with His Last Breath
"Father... Forgive them"
"For they do not know what they do"

As Our Father states
Love one another Tenderheartedly
Never let go of Love inside of thee
You otta Love People~Far and wide
Show Love you have inside

Here on this Earth
Show them all How much they are Worth
All People are Worth Everything
God's Only Begotten Son.. Our King
Showed God's Divine Love for all
He died on the Cross and Risen
Just for You and Me~All People

All Souls.. chance to be whole
Even Souls whom portray evil in days
What profit do you receive
If You only Love those.. whom Love thee?

Love All People
There is many forms of Love
God gives Blessings in Life
Precious is Souls
Whom Love's Shares-shows
God's Glorious Light
Glowing through day and night
Shining.. Bringing others to Christ

All People are Beautiful
Even those who.. don't know what they do
Forgive all those whom do.. or done you wrong
For Knowing You belong to Our Father's Son
Shine Your Light.. bright.. Bright.. BRIGHT!

There's many Relationships
can come about
Love is in Air.. no doubt
God's Blessings are Every Where
Love between You and Me~all People

You can hate this world
But You otta Love Souls
For without Love for one another
then there is No point for each other

Love makes world go around
Love is Greatest Gift can be found
Love between.. You and Me~all People
Most Love of All..  Love Pure and True
Love that God.. Almighty 
has given to me.. and You
And All People to receive 
DIVINE LOVE
All of Us--Come to Jesus.. Believe

Believe in Love
Love is The Greatest thing
Love makes Life worth Living
Love gives.. so Others can Live

As God so Loved the World
He gave... His Divine Love of all
Just for You and Me~All People
Save Souls.. Of God's Children
Always Love Tenderheartedly 
For All.. People in World

How do You portray Your Love?
To those whom Love You
Or to All People.. in World

Or to none.. and just let World go by
awaiting for moment.. Christ
Come Shine Your Love.. Light Through
Jesus died and Risen for Me & You~All People

Love One Another.. as Christ Loves Us
Forgive Each other.. As Our Father forgives Us
Save Souls.. As God Saved Us


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Broken Butterfly Wings

Broken Butterfly Wings
Empty playground swings
tear filled, wide-eyed
Infants sigh
a choking stolen 
silence fills my being
as my love walks away
from me
I see everything wrong
with the world
once more


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Coke Bottle Promises

Sandy grains
wash over and over
a discarded glass
bottle
leaving what is left
smooth as silk
to my fingertips
touch
like a childhood 
memory
thought over and over
once more
and as I look
out into the unyielding 
sea
I recall your promise
words
I recall, over and over
again
like the waves splashing my
tan feet upon the sands
for you are overdue
love
to return to me
as I kiss my love note
to you
and toss the bottle once
more
into the dark blue abyss
below
my coke bottle
promise
forever and only
yours 
I do stay
 honest


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Rambling Rose

You live for empty pleasures
They fade through each new song,
I finally see the big picture
You were weak, not strong.

I was young looking for guidance
Impressionable and quite rare,
But wolves in sheep's clothing
Can't love, for their lives are barely there.

Weeds grow in anything
But rambling roses grow on vines,
Their thorns protect all that’s around
Guarding their gates from the intruding kind.      

All you were was temporary
A stumbling block for the time,
But what’s a mountain in your way
After you decide to climb.

I was young looking for guidance,
Impressionable and quite rare,
But wolves in sheep's clothing
can't love, for their lives are barely there.

They can never destroy a rambling rose
For they are made strategically rare
They can never blossom or unfold
For their lives were never there.


By: Sabina Nicole
Written: 7-11-12



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In Her Fathers Arms

The evening star glowing in a dust choked sky. A girl stands by a window, with a tear in her eye. She stares at the scene, hardly visible through the grime. She whispers in the wind, “Bring my Dad home this time” She opens the window, and climbs outside, Having a flashlight, in her hand, as her guide. Its glow shows the sides of the street. She’s afraid for what the light will meet Bodies piled everywhere she turns, She wants to go home, and never return. What brought this fate upon her town? All her emotions are stripped and torn down. A frightening sound explodes in her ear. Shadows in the road now appear. She run and hides behind a broken wall Praying to god the rest doesn’t fall. Footsteps coming closer to her She can’t tell who because it’s all a blur She backs away further so not to be seen in light, Quieting her heart pounding from fright. Gun shots and screams fill the air, All these sounds, her ears couldn’t bear. A slight whimper slips from her lips, And over the broken stone she trips. The shadows run closer, showering her heart with fear, She wishes they would just disappear. They pass by her; she fills with delight, She just wants to see her dad tonight. She shines the light, to show her place, And to the shine comes a familiar face. She doesn’t understand who’s to blame Because on the tag shows her father’s name. She holds in her tears and refrains from crying. She falls to the ground where her dad was lying. She lifts his arm and buries her face in his chest. She closes her eyes wanting to forget the rest. The shadows emerge yet she doesn’t see, How close the end for her would be. They look down at her, aim, shoot, and fire. Being with her dad is her only desire. The night had ended causing a little girl harm But she took her last breath, in her father’s arms.


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As the Old Belfry Tolls

..           

As it rings, the ancient belfry
weather beaten about the stone marge;
the musings chime, visions 
from the past.

The cheerful townsfolk; round little faces
nipped by icy winds, merrily laughed;
echoes from the halcyon days and 
of times shaded, the falling tears. 

Dispelling the silence of muted souls,
grief ridden sore hearts 
and dark clinging knurled creepers;
the silence of the mysterious spirits
of the night, who hide
as the sound draws near
of the thunder against the grey light.

Breaking the stillness around,
arousing one from repose; as rain drenched,
a galloping horse's hooves
delicately daubs the wet earth.

Dusk shall again gather over the shadows,
as the old belfry tolls;
heard beyond the far off skies
and the knolls.

Breaking in upon the quiet yew'd glens;
tidings prophesied,
the reverberating peals.

..

For Kelly Deschler's Contest : "Women Only"

Written by gautami phookan


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Plockton - Wester Ross

The greatest holiday gift I ever received  
Goes back so many, many years
Before my life became turmoiled
And before my tears for fears

I was a child like many out there
Torn, strewn and split of kin
Mother and father in differences
Confused at seven, wearing their same skin

For I was one of the lucky ones
To a Highland Estate I would go
It's on the west coast of Scotland
Where my holidays desired me so

Secretly I internally smiled
For a whisper of where I was heading
To live with a movie star hero
No longer my life was in dreading

We were picked up by a man so fine
His manners were an absolute joy
Regimental he was in his approach
To me, just a seven year old boy

We travelled through the village of Plockton
Crystal clear waters edged to it's shore
I knew from this very moment
Being here ebbed previous family sores

On entering his house I was in awe
Movie pictures came to my view
They were images of James Bond
At seven I was totally through

A voice called to me
Hey James! sit down and I'll tell you me
Still in circles in walking awe
This is what he told thee

My name is Patrick Dalzel Job
In the Second World War I served
But this recognition I bestow
Humbles me to it's deserve

This honour that's been given
Was blessed by a colleague in war
What desired Ian Fleming to be so striven
Possibly, what we were fighting for

We served on the same destroyer
Fighting to make the future free
His tribute, in his novels I became
James Bond, it's incredibly me





Not many seven year olds have stayed with James Bond.
This seven year old Scot's boy has, maybe I learnt?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Dalzel-Job


Details | Free verse | |

Empty Portrait

Once I dared render
A trapping of quintessence
To hold fast all that is you
Somewhere upon my canvas

To capture your beauty
In pastels of feigned adoration 
From charcoaled scratched eyes
Slowly her face takes form

Searching yesterdays colours
To recapture the essence of your voice 
Now merely a passionate facsimile
Obtusely rendered in penciled arrogance

My sketching comes from experience
Tracings of agony felled of your eyes
From the easels edge drips my anguish 
Now a morass union of passivity

How I long to feel the heat of your fiery spirit…


Details | Free verse | |

Complete Isolation

Am I man or ghost?
Am I mortal or apparition?
Questions or choices
or entwined reality?
For a state of confusion
sleeps within my fiber, and
slowly rips asunder, the final
sliver of my contemporary humanity,

Sunrises and sunsets go unseen,
as I fully embrace my departure
from time, human contact, and connection,
with a creative conviction and devotion
to my only passion as an excuse, a deceitful
reason to shelter myself from the tender
moments that keep emotions empowered
and empathy evolved,

Yet truth is untied by introspection,
and as I analyze, I accept reality,
Seclusion has become to me, the 
fruit that protects the emotional
body but imprisons the loving mind,
and by this bittersweet conundrum,
I am bound and devoted to this ambivalence,
by the mere comfort and promise of
being content,

And by such a promise, I have
personified my fear of emotional
agony, yet tamed its risk with the 
fierce whip of isolation, thus the shame
and allure become as one, And as I
lose who I was, and tolerate who I am,
my disconnection from humanity
hurts those who care, yet keeps me
safe, with ink as my final outlet,

Still, as I sacrifice need for need,
I am not the one who still suffers,
Those with hearts that beat for me,
have become victims of my seclusion,
and I ache for them, but less and less
with each breath, For my isolation
continues to force its fee, and I notice
only after it is taken, and as I see their pain,

Only my thoughts are heard, my wishes
important, and my contentment decreed,
And despite visions of tears and sorrow
that were once my salvation, Now, I 
only look away, and remain a willing
prisoner in the sweet self shelter, of
the nothingness I show, and will one day
feel, without rue...


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America, Why Did You Stray?

America, why did you stray from the old way.
A constitution put forth, the foundation of our land,
barely recognizable what was originally Jefferson's hand.
Tarnished and smudged by misinterpretation,
overindulgence and greed, to satisfy political,
judicial, and journalistic need.
Once majority rule, now bordering on ridicule,
the law of the land, ever changing, meeting demands,
of whoever takes a stand.

America, why did you stray, parents unable to discipline,
fear children undisciplined now rule, school in chaos,
students unruly, guaranteed to pass, unprepared for their future,
parents unsure, wish for the past, hope the next generation,
won't be like the last.

America, why did you stray, streets used to be a place to play,
neighbors knew one another, socialized every day,
doors left unlocked, nothing to fear, families stayed close,
helped one another, took care of mother.

Now drugs rule the day, hate and crime more common than play,
multiple locks symbolic of today, rarely talk to a stranger,
living in fear; life no longer precious, taken away,
day after day, the bloody count rises, a country in crisis,
victims pay, guilty appeal, courts give them the best deal.
Nobody protests for victims rights, put a murderer to death,
they scream all night.

America, why did you stray, hatred and bigotry alive 
and well today, nationalities split, long for the old way,
when an American, was just an American, now hyphenation,
the accepted way.

America, why did you stray, once an industrial giant
you gave it away, too high a standard for industry to pay,
moved out of country, the new American way, unemployment,
poverty, homelessness rapidly increasing, ruined lives,
while billions are spent on so called allies.

America, why did you stray, what's written today,
barely address the wrongs building every day,
religion is accepted, God is not,
country divided, politically split,
presidential bashing provides journalistic wit,
hatred and bigotry, live for it.

America why did you stray, new chapters every day,
really a damn shame.


Details | Senryu | |

' Language Lesson Learned ... ' 59th Senryu

‘ Language Lesson Learned … ’   59th  Senryu



    I Don’t ‘ Speak ’ Evil
I Don’t ‘ Understand ’ Wicked
    Translation … Ended


Details | Free verse | |

Carbon Monoxide (CO) Week 2: Carbon Cabrona

Smokeless inhales hurt.
I cough tar on my shirt.
As my black lungs breathe,
Shrilling exhales wheeze.

Cabrona
Falls me
Down to
My knees.

The nicotine cracks
My will.
My composure
Spills.

I want 
This.
I must 
Have this.

I sink
Into
The brink
Of madness.


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Panic Room


Here in this room again 
mind’s racing 
the fan on low…

and I’m not to be trusted 
can’t be left alone here
with shot gun temples 
and a soul full of fear

no worse place than now
I can’t yell it more clearly 
I beg for your attention  
but I can’t stand you near me

contradiction swimming
in the blood of my veins
I’d cut off my hands
to send toxins to drain

I’m gutless
yet I’m too gutsy for action
say that in public
imagine the reaction

I sit in whirl pools
but I’ve always hated heat
and claim to take a stand 
but I’m lazy at my seat

and I’m always on time
as I miss the bus again
I lie in your face 
with a devilish grin

I’m harmless 
and swear I didn’t mean it
I talk about my conscience 
still I’ve never seen it 

in a world of swirling confusions
I’m stuck on the spin cycle
madness,
creating contusions
 
my game’s not over
I need a fresh start
I’m begging for new blood 
cus’ I’ve got a good heart


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Human Being

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

Ken Fepulea'i


Details | Rhyme | |

The Lifetime Clock

Tick tick tick
Tainted not sick
Brick by brick
Look with your eyes 
See for what will hide
As time ticks by

Clock strikes 1
Just want to have fun
Better run
A fatal sigh
As time ticks by

Seconds minutes and the hour
For time holds all power
Fate cannot be faced 
So feel how lies inside time are laced
Hate love life and death are embraced
It’s the life we wish to copy and paste
The love that is to sweet to taste
Hate is to bear
And death is for some to fear
Where the secret does enlye
Time ticks by

Will it be the end
Or is it a gift after that time will send
For some it will not mend
Every drip of life will be drained
Sympathetic drips from the sky will rain
Life will die
As time ticks by
The clock hands lock
Ticks slowly stop
Tick tick tick
Drip drip drip
Times up that’s it 


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Instead Of Loving Me As Christ Does


Instead Of Loving Me As Christ Does… Instead of stopping by, and thinking of me… You walked away and thought the worst of me! Instead of taking the time to ask; “Is anything wrong?” You got upset and told me; “I don’t belong!” Instead of spending time with me in prayer… You “brushed me off.” And didn’t even care! Instead of extending God’s mercy and grace… You “smeared my name” all over the place! Instead of being Christ example as you pretend to be… You made up your mind to “have nothing to do with me!” What if Christ treated others the way you do?” Would there being any meaning in HIS words; “I love you?” What if, for just a brief moment in time… Christ chose to be angry, rude and unkind? Are you willing to be Christ’ example? Is his love in you? Can I find a “sample?” What if we all treated others the way Christ does? Knowing that it’s all of us that Christ truly loves! May this be a wake up call and a reminder! We need to love as Christ does! And be kinder! By Jim Pemberton


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Rehab

So much I wanted to say. So much I wanted to shout.
It was like being trapped behind bars without a way
to get out.
My mind going wild with all these questions of why.
The only way to escape was to fall asleep or to cry.
What did I do so bad that made me have to pay?
My friends, my dreams, and my life was swepped away.
I know I can do it! I try and I try.
Nothing seems to get better. I sometimes wish
I would Die.
Starved for attention. I wanna talk to the world.
I just miss being loved. Miss the warmth of a girl.
Snickers and stairs is what my life has become.
I'm treated like I'm a kid, like I'm sick, or I'm dumb.
One day to the next. Life becomes work just to be alive.
I thank god for my blessings. I thank god I survived.
I finally see some improvement. More hope tickles
my brain.
It was worth all the time, all the tears, all the pain.
I awake with a smile and new hope to move on.
I did it! I did it! All those hard times are gone!


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My Condensed Prayer

“I've learned some INCREDIBLELY valuable lessons that have been crammed into a two week period. The biggest one was: NEVER expect for someone to appreciate your heart! I won’t turn bitter because I’ve always enjoyed just doing what I can for others and more. God, please help me to be less volatile. Although my intentions are never to hurt anyone, yelling is rarely heard. If someone doesn’t want to listen, they won’t. You speak to me in ways I could NEVER put into words and because of freewill, I will either heed your words or learn your words through experiences. I pray that you help me become more open to your lessons. I don’t know what there is after life in the universe but I pray that before I pass on, I am ready to live with you. God, please be with ALL of those less fortunate than myself; Whether it be they are destitute, in need of guidance, lonely, or are being neglected and/or abused PLEASE stay near and dear to these people and provide them with their perfect but healthy “happy place”. I pray that you will make an impact on those who do not know you and speak to them in a way that THEY will listen. I pray that my planet will someday become a more habitable home for all who dwell. I pray that you will somehow get through to the members of the government. I know freewill is the MAIN element in why my planet is the way it is but I understand that it was no mistake but that you have literally given us ALL that we could ask for and this is how I’ve come to KNOW that I just cannot expect for anyone to appreciate my heart; but like you, God, I will continue to love for the sake of my home. I pray that all world leaders, teachers, counselors, parents, guardians and those under the watchful eye of our planet will BE the positive example for us all. These people influentially lead us so I pray that they carefully and not precariously lead which will in turn make the world a more habitably peaceful place for us all. I pray for the security and advancement of those who choose to be in my life. I am truly thankful for these people and my dog. I don’t have many – well I don’t have ANY companions that I could see in person. I pray that I will have someone that I can enjoy life with that I can also learn and love life with. Thank you, God for blessing me with your love, a home, my parents that make sure there is food, my dog that will love me unconditionally, sense, courtesy and an open mind. I love you, God!”

God: “I love you, too. Sleep well.”



Details | Limerick | |

PamelaKaye

There's a gal named PamelaKaye
Her writing style, poetic buffet
A sweet Texas tart
Who has a big heart
And a buttocks the size of Bombay


Details | Lyric | |

At Times, we all wear a mask

Are you one of life's many players?
Wearing a mask so others can't see;
Hiding feelings, won't let them show,
Absent from what reality might be.

Do you go through life supposing?
That you're the master of your life's all;
But when things in life are amiss,
It's then upon God you call.

Do you often reminisce things done?
Perhaps from a time when weak;
Because we've all worn this mask,
and of these things won't speak.

I've oft thought that I'm two people,
To most, my feelings I won't show.
The hurt that lies within,
I wear my mask so others won't know.









Details | Free verse | |

Butterfly Rust

~With a red cloisonne butterfly welded
to the end of the metal, the wire, I wrapped you
and cut off the circulation in my pinky finger.
I laughed with a nervousness
given to caffeine,
and popped two sticks of peppermint gum
in my mouth.~

"Always remember me", you said with a smile
of darkness, of truth, to insanely beguile
the roof off my brain, pulling all of my thoughts
to the sky to condense, concreting the pain.

(Conundrum to imprison a butterfly brightly
to metal in what looks like nail polish red
Funny to think that this same time next year
I'll still be here thinking the things that you said

You will be breaking up wine glasses toasting
and you will be setting the sun every night
and maybe you'll think of me somewhere
in passing, but somehow I can't think that that would be right.)

I never liked cloisonne, I'd rather remember
the moment I met you when all was still free
and nervously, as I unwrapped my desire,
I'd rather it there, that you remember me.


Details | I do not know? | |

Borders In The Borderless Society

Waft borderless borders;
within;

  The dividing line that separates the free
    and the slaves;

      where strangers come and go
          but the cage is never lifted.


                Where sticks and stones travel farther,
                and idle remains your soul possession;


                pocketed,
                dispossessed
                and disenfranchised.


Standing frozen in the temporal sea,
while global earth spins yonder;
giving birth to a global movement;
devoid of you,
where the shining guards of globalism obstruct your path
and the cage is never lifted.

apartheid in an open prison,
borders without a border,
where freedom is ill defined
and internal struggle
links the spider web without a spider to keep it.


Details | Rhyme | |

RACIAL DIVIDED

I'll say a few words none to be kind.
America is still color blind.
You could be yellow, red, white, 
brown, or black.
Hate towards any of these colors is 
racism and that’s a proven fact. 
Racism comes in many different 
shapes and forms.
I have had my fair share since I’ve 
been born.
God blessed us by putting us here, 
giving us all different shades of 
color.
We’re not meant to have the same 
color skin, but we all can respect one 
another.
They judge you by where you come 
from and the color of your skin; 
for much equality and respect seems 
impossible to win. 
Because of race why do innocent 
people die?
My spirit and soul begins to cry.
As I advocate the human rights for 
all man.
Our nation looks so liberal and 
claims there is equality for all 
humans.
We need to join together as one,
Until our earths work is done.
People are just human beings 
regardless of their ethnic pride.
So people should try to constantly 
look spiritually inside.

Let us all hope that the dark clouds 
of racial prejudice will soon pass 
away, and that in some not too 
distant tomorrow the radiant stars of 
love and brotherhood will shine over 
our great nation with all their 
scintillating beauty. Martin Luther 
King Jr.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Patricia Adams - An Alaskan Light ... '

She, Of The Cosmic Essence
Aware Of A Power
Aware Of A Presence
And Aware Of The Need For Our
Desire To Rise Higher
… and Higher
To Our Optimum Height
Patricia … You Are Like The Alaskan Lights
Those Northern Flares and Colors In Cold Night 
Floating Dreams, So Mesmerizing
Patricia, Brings It To Her Poetic Themes
Such Are The Verses She Shares To View
And Reading Them, She's Showing You
Her Cosmic Essence Insight
Oh Patricia, You’re An Alaskan Light …
So, Keep Reaching, Keep Speaking … and Write !


For The Girl, Who Shared A Comfy, Snug Book Read
On One Of Her Snowy Days … (Via Her Poem- ‘Autumn’s Passing’ 
Also - Your Poem ‘Journey’ is One)
See … It Brought Back Some Wonderful Memories To Me …

                   Your Poet-Friend,
         
                           The  MoonBee


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"The Present"

Today is a gift, given in love, the gift of life that comes from above. a breath of fresh air or a 
walk in the park, hot sun on your skin or the moon after dark. to be able to see or to hear a 
fresh breeze, is still not enough for some people to please. look at the poor with no shoes on 
their feet, or those that are hungry with nothing to eat. bread and water alone would suit 
them just fine, they do not need a ribeye to fine dine. how about those paralyzed in a chair, 
forever dependant on others for care. or those that are homeless and labled a bumb, yet still 
find some change to give someone with none. then the rich that are greedy will do anything, 
to get what they want without ever giving. still sooner or later the greed takes its toll, and 
lucky are those who do not sell their soul. then some, working two jobs, complain about what 
they dont have, but have plenty of food, a warm bed and a bath. we all need to learn how to 
give what we can, our money, our time or a warm helping hand. a simple smile at someone 
could brighten their day, just like it will ours when a smile comes our way. we all have our 
ups, our downs and our fears, our worries, our struggles and occasional tears. life is not 
easy, we learn as we go, but the mistakes that we make is what helps us to grow. one day 
at a time is what its about, and life is  too short to not make each second count. so with this 
in mind, lets all kneel down and pray, and give thanks to God for only this day. yesterdays 
gone and tomorrow is near, so we must do all we can while today is still here. staying true to 
ourselves and to others, staying pleasant, today is a gift thats why they call it the present.


Details | Rhyme | |

Dead horizon

It was raining with pain from above
and dews of blood are seeping,
on the windows, houses and asphalt
putting out the fire of life feeling.

from the branches of the oaks from the hill
on a string dead cold bodies are hanging,
down are staying the trails of hope
and in the sky,the last sunset is shining.

and the burned out trees, full of ashes,
are waving in the cold wind alone,
they reopen the door for a moment
and let the soul to go home...

all that is left now is empty,
on the river,the willow is dying,
on the streets the life dead lost feeling
and on the grass the dews of blood crying.


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BACK TO ORIGIN

People are commonly different
Symbol of diversity piece
Pure race doesn’t exists

Color and creed are just an identity
Believe only in human history
God sculptured them from clay

People are equally created
Having many opposites
But respecting others taste

When everyone is treated equal
Nothing appears but peace in hand
Discrimination, disunity and, suffering won’t be born anymore

Written to advocate to suppress racism
Bandar Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia
10:30-11:00 am, November 13. 07, Tuesday


Details | I do not know? | |

i began to write love on my arms<3

[beforehand i just want to let you know that i wrote this in honor of November 17th. which is 
To Write Love On Her Arms Day. im hoping to come up with a better one before than. but i 
still hope you enjoy this quickly-wrote one(: ]

this is about me.
this is my story.
it is about my struggle,
my fall downs, 
&& all the breakdowns.
this is about every wound i placed upon my body.
over 60 self inflicted wounds,
that as my story went on they began to heal.
i stoped writing "give up" 
i began to write love on my arms<3
this is about me.
this is my story.
it is about my past.
how it haunted me for years,
&& how im still running from some of it.
this is how i went from a hood rat,
to me actually caring about myself.
i began to write love on my arms<3
this is about me.
this is my story.
it is about how i learned to keep the bottle off of my nightstand.
i dont need liquor running through my veins 24/7.
i started to look at life through sober eyes.
i began to write love on my arms<3
&& as i wrote this day after day, i saw that i was loved. 
i found comfort in better things then pills, liquor, && razorblades.
&& even though i am still in healing,
my story is not over.
&& it will never be.
i still write love on my arms<3


Details | Quatrain | |

A Piece of Bread.

My mother starts moaning, with another one due.
She won't live to see, as she struggles to wheeze.
I never knew famine would produce skies so blue.
But no need for toilets, I forget how to squeeze.

Searing sun inflates skulls into baroque balloons.
One whining dog, dying , from a surfeit of fleas.
I squint as my sister beats a roach with a spoon.
She's holding out hope, with a morsel to tease.

My eyes can still water from the feces and trash,
tossed up by vultures to release fresh disease.
I dig up what moist dirt I can pound into mash.
An old man collapses, not a single one grieves.

What passes for corpses- baking black as they pop.
Now the flies feel the heat and retreat to the trees.
My brother keeps wailing and I wish he would stop.
My breathing grows shallow in the oven fed breeze.

If it helps each of you,
I am down on my knees.
I beg you.
Hand me one piece of bread.
Would you, please?


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Two Women, Similar Yet Different

Two Women, Similar Yet Different




Educated yet could not prevail,
School of hard knocks,
Similar Yet Different.

A lavish life yet unfulfilled,
Appreciative of what life brings,
Similar Yet Different.

Ignorance lacking accountability,
Responsible yet naive,
Similar Yet Different.

Egotistical taunting artfully,
Craft fully expressing discontent,
Similar Yet Different.

Crocodile tears yearning notice,
Noiseless hiss of strength,
Two Women, Similar Yet Different.




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Marigold Tongues

marigold tongues
water a flowering seed
as downy hands
mend a crushed bruised reed.

a flaxen shaft
lights a smoldering wick
as a ‘lectric beam
starts a heart’s soft tick

spines in strain
raze a barrier wall
marigold tongues
make a blade stand tall


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Only God Can Answer

When I was very young, 
Dad and I would fly my kite.
So one day I finally asked him, 
"how does God make wind and light?"
"Only God can answer that."
He told me with a smile.
"So ask him when you get there!"
I nodded, then played a while.
When we first turned sixteen, 
my best friend got a brand new car.
We had plans for Friday night, 
but Wednesday, she didn't get far.
I cried when I hung up the phone, 
"Daddy! Why my best friend?"
He came and sat down on my bed, 
as we talked about the end. 
"Only God can answer that."
He told me with a smile.
"So ask him when you get there."
Then I laid and cried a while.
Further down the road, 
I stood dressed up in white.
The night that I'd been waiting for, 
I'd found my Mr. Right!
I asked, "Daddy why am I so blessed?
I seem to have it all!
When some just have no luck, 
they don't have much at all."
"Only God can answer that."
He told me with a smile.
"So ask him when you get there."
Then he walked me down the aisle.
Then thirty years flew by.
Two jobs, Dad's cancer, and my baby.
and Daddy's time grew shorter, 
and every day became a maybe. 
Then sadly the Dr. said "its time to say goodbye "
and by his bed I stood.
I just couldn't believe it, 
that he'd be gone for good.
"Daddy why do you have to go?"
I asked him as I sobbed.
I knew it was his time, 
but still, my heart felt robbed. 
"I'll ask him when I get there..."
he told me with a smile.
"If I even care! I'll meet Jesus in a while!
I know you think that this will hurt you, 
but these days are grains of sand, 
and heaven is the Ocean!
We'll be together once again."


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Carbon Monoxide (CO) Week 1: O.D.A.A.T.

Chain smoke until
I'm in care of the CO.
There's one left, still.
I smoke it really slow.
"It's the end," I anticipate
As the last inch evaporates.

I can't get
Over it;
It's over before 
I know it.
Butt, I can't quit.
I'm possessed with this 
Obsession; I'm addicted.

My lungs have oxygen,
Yet I'm suffocating inside.
I can't breathe again
Without my 'noxide.


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Begging Change from Society

The busted fire hydrant on the corner sprays water down like rain.
Water gushes down the dirty gutter, relieving this humid pain.

Sipping iced tea in their air-conditioned houses on the hill or in high-rise,
They don’t know how the streets burn little feet, or pretend not to realize. 

They call us poor white trash, no charity we are shown.
I can virtually live on nothing when nothing is all I’ve known.

College I finished on top of the class.  How far did it get me?
I have nowhere to hang my hat or wall to hang my degree.

The streets teach lessons of a hard knocks life.
You learn to survive despite hunger and strife. 

You learn how to rob Peter in order to pay Paul,
And that stale, day old bread’s better than no bread at all.

You quickly find out just how warm the newspaper can be,
As you hold a cardboard sign, begging change from society.

Laid off from your job with no severance pay,
It doesn’t take long ‘til you’ve got nowhere to stay.

No family to help you when the chips are down,
You find yourself walking the mean streets of town.

How will you turn your whole life around?
Get a job and regular pay when you’re sleeping on the ground?

You need more than a meal and night’s stay in a shelter,
You need society to give a damn and be a real helper.

Quit ignoring the problem.  Don’t look the other way.
Do something to help.  That could easily be you some day.


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Normal To Me

This isn't just a poem This isn't just another emotion This is me, these are my thoughts The Imagery is my sight, And The Allegories are my Life I'm lonely, There is just me But there's so many people around but no one can hear my loudest screams Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me I'm torn, I'm Cut Part of my heart stabbed, and then taken from me The Search for my innocence, Is like a moa hunt Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me Laughing and Jokes all directed towards me Just to Hurt me Cover all of the Halls "Fag, Emo, Queer" Words I too often know Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me Curling her hair putting on her makeup "You're worthless and nothing to Me" Says the so-called all-loving-one As she screams: "Why am I not Pretty" Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me This is not just a poem not just some words my pen cries with each words But this is Just a Glimpse Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me


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The Sun Rises- -The Moon Sets

These were set in motion from the beginning of time.
Heavens abound in each of their glory, power sublime.
Every excursion that they set upon revolves in rhyme.

Solar orb that secures life upon this planet we dwell.
Universally seen around our globe, for all to tell,
Never tiring it revolves, captured within its cell.

Rising up from its core, flares of powerful streams.
I respect what has risen from the sunny beams.
Sharing the glory that it has upon everyone, it seems.
Evident by the life that it supports even in dreams,
Solar star of daylight hours continue as nature deems.

Till nightfall approaches while another completes the set.
Helping to guide travelers for centuries the positions to get,
Evening ignites different phases upon this satellites debt.

Monthly revolutions of this celestial body sway the hours.
Orbital bliss has spoken richly along with romantic flowers.
Opening souls in sensuality and fulfilling romantic powers.
New moon to which many have fell into its magical showers.

Splendor of the night as it falls to set upon the new dawns light.
Exemplary versions follow a pattern, which marvels natural sight.
Take notice of what you may be missing each upcoming night.
Said, I’ve heard, old sailors delight, shining, enchantingly bright.


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Sitting Underneath The Piano

So strange.
On the tuning board I'm an F
and yet I feel quite sharp somehow.
Perhaps I need an adjustment.
Here.
or there.
A tweaking of metal wires
wrapped a little too tightly
and then I'll hit the perfect C.
So strange.
for somehow sharp still feels like me,
looks like me,
is like me.
Hmph.
I guess it's better to be sharp than flat,
and while I'm at it, better yet,
full with chords and rhythm too...
Maybe I should synchronize 
and be a little more like you.


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Average Age 19

Once again, the powers that must
In rise again in what we trust
An overseas conflict, another war
Just what in the hell are we fighting for

Families are asking, Korea has just passed
Generations again reft, how long will it last
A country in need, to rebuild again
Flags at half mast, in wind and rain strain

Once again into war, sent by the Washington Post
To send back reports to hit home the most
Military observers were the first to be sent in
Another chapter of man entering existing sin

I'm witnessing our ariel power, Lam Son 719
US planners determine their incursion, saying all will be fine
Along the Mekong River, we'll carpet bomb their supply trail
Tons of munitions and napalm, this spread surely cannot fail

Many sorties are being flown, for the wounded and the dead
Whilst Nixon and his cronies, aren't thinking with their heads
The news of losses has reached me, nineteen have been killed
Eleven missing, fifty nine wounded, more American blood spilled

Seven fixed wing aircraft, more sons in action loss
Whilst back at home more protests, fading the dyeing's gloss
To to this job that I do, I was never prepared for this
To witness such bloody scenes, and ignore that life is bliss

How can I write about a soldier, whose name I'll never know
Killed at nineteen years old, his family he'll never see grow
Or even explain to his parents, when carried from the AH-1
His body bullet riddled and limp, when lifted it bloodily run

I never went back to the theatre, called the Vietnam War
Having witnessed the wanton killing, what were we fighting for
This colonial conflict that started, us on the side of France
So many came back as strangers, many to live in trance





James Fraser's entry into the contest " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "



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The Vietnam War

The pro-Hanoi Vietcong many years ago
In the 1950's Diem's government they'd overthrow
All opposition was crushed killed or jailed
These elected ones to their people they failed

This Buddhist country so religious in belief
Now politically torn apart, impending future grief
In the early 1960's with the CIA in place
Discussing with Vietnam's generals, Diem, assassinated in disgrace

With the Vietcong army, growing from strength to strength
Another communist foothold, going to any lengths
In 1965, with 3500 U.S. Marines in place
By December of that year, 200,000 in many a base

These U.S. Marines, in their defensive mode
Over the coming months, peace would soon erode
With the Tet Offensive upon us, and the "Battle of Hue"
The Americans were now involved, this bloody war now brews

One decision to end this conflict, came in 1969
Nixon sent 18 B-52s, bordering Soviet airspace line
He wanted to show he was capable, to end this bloody war
But as the months and years progressed, the body count would soar

The anti-war movement was gathering strength, also in 1969
But the "Green Beret Affair" started to undermine
A U.S. Army platoon raped and pillaged, the village of My Lai
Where civilians were massacred, and many left to die

In 1970-71, Cambodia incurred wars wrath
Where they and the country Laos, were in the U.S. bombing path
Also in 71, there was the cutting of the Ho Chi Minh trail
But arms and supplies got through, this mission to no avail

Later in the same year, the Anzac's withdrew their soldiers
The U.S. also reduced, many of theirs from Vietnam's borders
In 1973, Nixon declared the suspension of offensive action
The Paris Peace Accords took place, peace with this warring faction

Between the years 73 - 74 under Trà, the Vietcong grew in strength
There was no mass offensive, to lure the Americans to their trench
Gradually they marched to their target, to see their enemies eyes
To their city of Saigon, now over a million humans have died

The average age of the American to die in this bloody war
Was just nineteen years old, never knowing what they were fighting for
So many came home from this horror, leaving themselves behind
Because so many came home different, home with a different mind

Even to this day, many Americans look back and ask
Why their elected Congress, feed them to these tasks
The sad thing about Vietnam, it continues to this present day
Where governments make decisions, asking guns to hear their say




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Hurt

I can't tell you what it is I can't even tell you what it feels like I can only tell you that it's the worst pain You'll ever feel in you life It'll feel like every bone in your body is breaking Like every breath you take will be your last Like every muscle in your body is failing to support you And thats only the least of it. There is so much more! You eyes will feel like they're bleeding from all the tears you'll shed. You tounge will swell with words that you can't say. Your ears will make you question everything coming into them. And your heart, Well thats the worst part of it! It will feel as though its stopped beating... And who knows, maybe it has.


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Call Me Gonzo

For thoose of you who may not know.
Just call me gonzo I write the absurd for life is insane and sometimes 
it takes a madman to speak the truth so very clear.

I write for the broken vacant faces that have lost all hope.
To the dreamer who's well is slowley running dry from everyone
telling him to stop wasting his time.

I write like a endless highway fueled by whiskey and wild women 
every adventure leads to pain but life is pain and i love in spite of it.

I thirst for every unseen mile the desert my brother it's people dwell
in the spirt of the west the opium parlors and brothels spirt still linger.
I write with a hint of danger and a promise of disaster.

Im a blues player whos trying to out run the devil.
Im a outlaw riding to cross the border a woman looking to the 
empty range for my return.

I write because I breath in a world were the creative air has gone 
stale.
The bottle sits apon table and I welcome any strangers company
I just rather that stranger be a warm woman instead of a 
unfriendly amigo who is a little jelouse.

Write to be more than just part of the highways landscape.
Some may call me crude crazy insane some even vulgar and 
liar and thief.
But aside from thoose compliments.
No matter what you may call me.
Dont ever forget to just call me gonzo.


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FRIENDLY GHOSTS

I was visited by ghosts again, last night, 
But they were not the ghoulish kind.
These ghosts were friendly phantoms,
From the sunshine meadows of my mind.

First, came the Ghost of Childhood
From his home, so far away.
He took me back to green fields, 
Where I used to run and play.  
Some dark memories live there,
They are always near, you see.
But Ghost of Childhood was so bright,
That they were forced to flee.

Then, there came the Ghost of Youth,
From somewhere up above.
He took me back to summer nights
Of soft ice cream, and puppy love.
But here, were painful memories
Of a tender, autumn day,
But when they saw the Ghost of Youth,
They quietly slipped away. 

At last, I met the Ghost of Years,
And he seemed old and wise;
I saw the love of long lost friends
Glowing warmly in his eyes.
Sweet memories of departed souls
Prepared my heart to weep,
But Ghost of Years smiled down on me,
And lulled me back to sleep.

My guardian ghosts surround me,
And shield me with their might,
When bitter memories come around
To haunt me in the night.


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If You Ever Cross Me

I am never jealous, but theirs an evil in my eye
Step forward and cross me, and soon you'll wonder why
No matter where you are, it doesn't matter where you hide
For I'm the clever one, who'll find you and watch you slide

There are some things that you will never own, nor I, so read my words
For if I have to find a reason, my actions are seldom heard
These actions I speak about, are the watching of your life fade
And the squealing through your last breath, your body in dying cascade

I am never jealous, but theirs an evil in my eye
Step forward and dare to cross me, and soon you'll wonder why
The world is small enough, it takes nothing for me to try
I can only ever promise, take what is never yours, and you will rightly die









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me-3.php


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Night Rider

Slowly she climbs aboard
through darkness of shadows cast
her noble steed awaits
anticipating the joy of being ridden 

through valleys and mountains
full moons glaring upon howling wolves
through waterfalls of sensual pureness
one can hear the breath of hoofbeats

always she rides at night
afraid of false impurities
never understanding
she glows in the dark.......

when you love somebody, nothing should ever be hidden, especially that which 
you give unto each other....Peace


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The WIDOW'S DAY

THE WIDOW'S DAY


He’d been dead for forty years
But she carried on each day
Got up at eight and dressed
Ate luncheon on a tray

No bride was kissed as well
No groom felt more complete
And one year was their gift
When Fate served them defeat

She should have followed him
But life grabbed her instead
Who is to say what’s better
The living or the dead

Each day as sun drew low
She tossed a glass of wine
Lolled on the white porch swing
And took a dip through time
His shadow found her then
She touched his rugged face
It emphasized the fact
No one would take his place

And though she craved wild nights--
Cold loneliness was cruel--
she lived her life alone
becoming no man's fool.

Victoria Anderson-Throop
12/30/12  ©


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War in the Street


War
in the street
faces 
marred by defeat
crying, fighting
kicking, biting

where is the truth they’re refusing?
can’t you see humanity is losing?

sapphires 
seeking retribution
victims 
of senseless persecution
amnesty 
road blocked by political futility
stubborn leaders
breeding this brutality

martyrs 
paving ways brave and proud
but signs say, ”NO PROTESTING ALLOWED!"
people 
risking their lives
to benefit future generations
placing themselves on shelves
for the sake of their children's salvation

for now, they fall
bludgeoned in defeat 
with hopes of a brighter tomorrow
for this bloodshed today in the street

~JSLambert

© 2011 JSLambert


Details | Senryu | |

I'm Cleaning Up My Act

<                                        amidst thy shell's core

                                          healing of ones soul begins

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

                                         

                                         

                                           

                                          
 
                                


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Being Lonely Feeling Lonely

Sometimes the loneliest times 
are when I am not alone,
and a stream of conversation invades my ears.

Sometimes the loneliest times
are when I'm with you
and you see my empty gaze stare into you.

Sometimes I want to be lost in the world
Sometimes I choose to disappear.

Sometimes the loneliest times
are when I am alone
and my thoughts force me into darkness.

Sometimes I wish that you could be me,
Sometimes I want you to see what I see.

Sometimes the loneliest times
are when my brain stops
and thought becomes the hardest thing

in the world.


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Dogmatic Doctrine

Can I kiss a Catholic
or a Muslim or a Jew,
A Buddhist or an Atheist,
a Sikh or a Hindu?
Can I share their faith with them
and not condemn my soul,
To eternal persecution
in the Devil’s deepest hole?

Can I offer love to those
who are not always straight.
Who’s love is shared with their own sex
or either kind of mate?
If so, am I a pervert
who can’t pass through heaven’s gate,
is it true that love can lead to hell
as surely as can hate?

Can I really lead a life
rejecting all I find
that meet the inner feelings
that have formed within my mind?
Is it true that I’ve no right to choose
the things I want to do,
but just accept I must conform
to things that can’t be true?

If this is so, I’ll tell you,
then this life is really hell,
the Devil’s won already
we are bound within his spell.
But I’m sure that God Almighty
is around for All Mankind,
whatever path we follow
or whatever love we find.

Ivor G Davies


Details | I do not know? | |

Cleansing Rain

Come forth O falling watery purifier
Fall down upon me
Cleanse me of my sins
Make pure,make me clean

Wash away my earthly desires
My crimes of the flesh
Douse this burning yet corrupted fire
Wash away the Greed,lust,and all the rest

O Wondrous God
He who resides
In his kingdom in the sky
Please hear my cry

Send forth the rain
Call forth the rain
To rain down on the earth
To wash away all the burdens and the pain

To drown the suffering
The tears and sorrows of yesterday
To call forth
The radiant sun on the next day

Can hear me world
To all men and women
Little boys and girls
The rain has stopped
Becasue it has cleanse the world


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Entwinement

Bleeding around me are empty faces
Sad, drooping spaces, crumpled places
Melancholy for the light of new places
Stuck in time, frozen in time
The pangs of lonesome fill their sagging hearts
Frowning forever, frowning forever
Let me stare blankly at the stained wall
Nothing at all…nothing at all

The mind is a scary place 
The mind is a distraction
From the reality ever binding
Curbing every reaction
The mind is overwhelming
The mind is oh so sad
When we turn to larvae and graves
It’s an never-ending...
Entwinement 

Found myself looking through the tiny hole in the wall
Watching you fall, watching you fall
Scared for the neck that would break us all
You shuddered my blood…shuddered my blood
I met the eyes of the souls of your feet
Twitching and swinging…unfeeling…unfeeling
Please allow me this sole ease:
Just be with me... lie with me

The mind is a scary place 
The mind is a distraction
From the reality ever binding
Curbing every reaction
The mind is overwhelming
The mind is oh so sad
When we turn to larvae and graves
It’s an everlasting...
Entwinement

-inspired by Mad World by Gary Jules-
-also inspired by the stop motion film: The Man in the Lower-Left hand Corner of the Photograph-


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TRIALS

Life is full of trials and pain, yet with each one strength is gained. 
Character is not built from ease, but from hard things like death and disease.
This I've learned in my life, to have peace even in strife!


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Marble in Columns on Green

On a slope graced with green
White marble stands in proud salute

For beneath these engraved pillars of memory
Lie the resting places of heroes

A solitary green fir looks down
As if sheltering the lost and the taken

So many names, from all walks of life
A father, brother a girlfriend or wife

On a sunny day, they glow radiant like their lives
On a dull day, they stand out against the greys

For the living, life goes on 
Tomorrow is another day


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Hope

As i look back on all my days
Thinking how much my life has changed
All that i have lost and won
Is their a point or is it all just fun

But life is still moving on
And the pace of progress is relentless even now im gone
What did we do to deserve this life
And how can we change the strife

I wonder is this just an extension of a past life
With people paying there debt with strife
As the pictures go round my head
I wonder why im alive when there are so many dead

All people want is a happy life
Mybe to settle down with their wife
But for that to happen there must be peace
And not just in the middle east but on our streets

So when man stops killing his fellow man
Ill settle down according to my plan
when war is dead and peace reigns
but that is just a distant dream of a far off land


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The Unchangeable

The situation in my country is terrifying
I wish I can do something gratifying,
Selfishness and corruption by leaders are annoying,
No job,no food ,no water,in a land flourishing
with resources and its occupants are crying,
Mortality rate increases for many are lacking,
Diseases,malnutrition and social vices are thriving,
due to negligence,misappropriation and lack of funding,
From generation to generation this parasite is spreading,
And the vectors and co-vectors foster by multiplying,
I`m bold,educated and ready to die,not compromising,
but I have to join their party to be leading,
Join their party!be like them!what am I thinking?
I can`t sell my conscience because of governing,
If I`m an officer,I would have risen to do general cleaning,
but that era has gone,military government is damaging,
while this cosmetic democracy is more disturbing,
Divine intervention is sought and I`m waiting;waiting!
by soaking my bed with tears daily,weeping!,
Lame and paralyzed I watch the little ones,suffering,
while a few biggies misuse and waste the wealth by deceiving,
Hmm!hmm!I can`t take this anymore!,it is killing.





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Civil War

This evening I listen to a Rock 'n' Roll band
Their track is Civil War, as our world now expands

To us it's the same size but to others they despise
For the want of greed exists in their killer hungry eyes

Where do I start, to say of their evil spread
A different starvation leaving the world in evil dread

It's not our today's but our yesterdays years
That our history tells us, of our everlasting torn tears

Cambodia, the Lebannon, and Sri Lanka's Indian sun
Rebels who demand better at the end of a gun

Guaetamala and Peru with their Shining Path
Villagers in terror decrying it's ever last

Democracy is our power in it's controllable exist
Like the Shining above, how long will our future paths persist

Recent news in the Arabic World, has taken tyrants by surprise
For decades they have stolen with their torturing infidel lies  

I could go deeper and deeper to describe these evils acts
In wanton blood spillage, to increase civil war torn facts

For this is the world we live in, it appears we determine to live
Maybe in our lifetime it will be on our doorstep, we open, our lives will sieve










http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-8.php



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Hope

Some divine light
Beams upon my life

Every day the same sight:
A star beyond shallow sky,

Would I see you if I die?


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Tranquility

As life has a way of letting us know,
There are two destinations of which way to go.
Should we follow our hearts and dreams?
Or let them flow away like a beautiful stream?

Who is really in control of here and now?
Your feelings are strongly beginning to prowl.
Professing your pleasurable inner cravings,
May not satisfy your wishful tastings.

To remain silent may be the ultimate shame.
Dare one say?.. Or should one dowse the flame?
With no intentions of destroying any life.
Oh, how struggles intrude to the extent of strife.

Perhaps share your mind and love will soon follow.
Allow the knowledge so we may indulge and wallow.
Will they be willing with their arms wide open?
Or will they remain in the life they have chosen?

The decision must find a way to be tranquil,
For both deserve happiness and bliss of ample.
All in due time will we commence that walk.
While minutes go by...tick tock...tick tock...


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That First

We can have many but none 
will ever erase that first.
Barbwire confessions 

In a dessert in a moment of passion she did quench 
my thirst.
And so  with any plessure must come the pain. 
A broken heart spreads like a infection.
Simple memories washed clean by the summers rain.

I wonder only night and day.
Pretend to think beyond a moments reflection.
But still my heart does betray.

As teens stumble through awkward moments 
yerning  for that unspoken feeling with a intense burst
they fall in and out of that trademark emotion.
Forgetting the last only to recall that first.

Im  speaking  about more than action.
Seldom do we admit the innocence.
Hide the truth and flaunt satisfaction.

Tainted is the blood in the kiss.
Time holds its portrait.
Dark was that night but never dark as this.

I confess i loved you  eternal.
As i treated you the worst.
forever in confines  sweet and bitter.
Burried in emotions in honor of that first.   


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Shameful Morning

not sure how she got here 
only know she needs to leave

underneath the stranger 
my arm numb; asleep, 
mouth a desert.
a hundred dead cigarettes dance my tongue dry 

princess of night 
exposed by light. 
get me out of this;
another dreaded morning mess. 

bed broken
along with my will. 
I swore never again; 
the lie is half the thrill.

~JSLambert


Details | I do not know? | |

The Perils Of The Ghetto

Soft silhouettes sashay by my window
Grievingly gazing out unto a world of which you may never know
Linen curtains briefly ruffled in the breeze
Old drunken Julius finds shade under the huge oak trees
The echoes of poverty ring outside my building
The pleas of panhandlers, the chattering of children

Dope feign Delilah, struts up and down the streets, waiting to turn her next trick
Evaporating into the air, the sulfuric stench
Jared, the jock in high school, deemed all American athlete
Shooting craps in the alley just to make ends meet
Every night like clockwork, the street walkers stand by Ms. Martina’s door
When the sun rises and they scatter like roaches, she anoints the ground with oils

Hakeem stands on one corner, screaming out” Would you enter the Kingdom of heaven if you should die today?
While his brother ShaQuan stands across the street, on the corner peddling cocaine
When we were growing up Ebony and I vowed to always be best friends
I sit on my stoop and she doesn’t even look my way as she’s followed by her six kids

In the evening gun shots light up the night, like the fourth of July
Another wife a widow, another mother loses her child
With not so much as a reason why.
Shrines built in rememberance of lost souls,  adorn the sidewalks
Where once laid the body of an innocent child outlined by blood stained chalk
I am here in the midst of a world that I may never really know
I sit here day after day, with my pad and my pen,
Trying to escape the perils of the Ghetto


Details | Rhyme | |

The Illusion of Magic

It's the empty spaces
That we long to fill
It's our lifelong dreams
Lying unfulfilled

The apathy takes hold
The caring ceases
A semblance of a normal life
Lies at our feet in pieces

When the magic no longer amazes
And charm has all but died
Nothing left to hold onto but hope
And give it another try


Details | I do not know? | |

Why

As I remain here where I lie,
I keep asking that I will quickly die.
 
I hate this stupid self-centered life,
where all people are filled with hate & strife.

As my mom feels so wonderful from popping pills, 
I'm stuck here with the worst gut-wrenching feeling that kills.

I'm sick of my life being filled with tears, cutting, & sadness.
Why can't we just end all the madness?

Why can't people have a life where no tears are seen, only laughs, smiles, & happiness.
And no one could intervene?


Details | Rhyme | |

panning of the vein

For a time we all must go away,
like orphaned memories
whos' only wish is to remain...
like windchimes in a hurrican
we lose the scent,
of song
of self 
of flesh,
seeking to find what we think 
we want and wish for-

For a time we must all go our way,
running swift to gleen the chain
to stroll from happy-saited-just to suckle pain:
lone lemming on the slippery edge,
for a time we all must go away-

Making trails like saturns rings
crossing minds with death's clear intent, 
the opaque of pleasant things,
(brittle creatures in metal galaxies)
seeking whats inside our veins...
for awhile despite the truth of denial
like sandcastles in a driven rain
piece by piece or whole grain
we all must go away
but 
we'll come back full(bloated) circle
after a thorough
panning of the vein
when the path back home 
sings like a golden finch,
post-warm hearted rain...
for a time we all must go our way-

 for tracie and linda







Details | Rhyme | |

Have You Been Hurt By Religion

Have You Been Hurt By “Religion”?

Are you tired of “religious people”
 knocking at your door?
You wish they’d leave...  “You can’t take it anymore!”

Have you been hurt by “church people” sometime in the past?
Somehow they hurt you...  And the pain continues to last…

Have you been “wounded” by something
 somebody has said?
Perhaps you wonder if “they wish you were dead…”

Perhaps there’s someone that you 
may have “befriended…”
They have done something that
 has hurt you and “offended.”

There’s probably many people that you wish would “go away.”
Because of something they’ve 
done to “darken your day.”

I’ve been there many times…  Believe me I know.
How someone’s actions or words can hurt your soul.

Even those who go to church are 
often not very kind.
And they don’t hesitate to 
give you “a piece of their mind.”

Religion is not the answer.  Look to Jesus 
and the life he gives!
He alone has the power to love
 and completely forgive!

It’s only in his shed blood that you can find atonement.
He can change your life now!  This very moment!

He can heal your broken heart and wounded spirit.
An everlasting joy and love...  He freely gives it!

He can do what no “church” or “religion” could ever do
He can restore your life today.  
And make you BRAND NEW!!!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

How Can We Hurt The Ones We Love

How Can We Hurt The Ones We Love?

How can we hurt the very ones that we love?
How can we easily neglect our God above?

It seems like I often heard about many victims
Many times, it’s from a loved one who’s been with them!

The hate and the anger that boils from deep within.
Often “boils over” toward our family and friends.

It’s the love of Christ that we need to find!
His love can totally cleanse our life and mind!

The hearts of many families are bruised and broken.
By the harshness of many of the words spoken.

If we would allow Jesus to rule and reign.
We’d have little reason to murmur or complain.

If we would yield our lives to the master’s will…
The emptiness and brokenness, he shall fulfill!

If we could allow ourselves to sit at Jesus’ feet…
He can make any family totally complete!

If we could just listen to what Christ has to say.
His words of life would brighten our day!

As a family…  Won’t you give HIM a chance?
And allow his love to change your circumstance!

Won’t you allow his spirit to bind you together?
You can experience his peace today and forever!

He can change your family throughout!
This is his will and what God is all about!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

How I Need Jesus


Dear Jesus…  I realize
how much I really need you!
  I want to honor, 
love and trust you!

I  know that others will
disappoint me…
I know that you’re here….  
And will take care of me!

  Your principles of holy
living is what you taught!
Love, Joy and peace…
is what you brought!

 May I bring honor 
 to your name!
Your message of salvation,
I need to proclaim!

Dear Jesus…  You’re all I need!
 And so much more!
It’s you that my life 
was meant for!

 I offer to you, my lord, 
praise and thanksgiving!
For all you’ve done,
 And the life you’re giving!

You all I’ll ever need!  
The anointed one!
There’s victory in YOU!
Life’s battles are won!

By Jim Pemberton    


Details | Rhyme | |

Beyond My Mind

Blue or green? The color of the sea, Going up and down the waves, To be my unexpected mood, Sweet or sour the feeling of me. The question of my mind hitting it through the divine, The passion of art inside a deep mind, With full of imaginations, Hitting me through left and right. Perspective comes along with me, Seeing it in my mind, Looking at the blank paper, My emotions run down the pages, Forgetting my visions along, Looking down on paper, Loosing my focus , Is getting hard to draw. Speaking with my wild heart wide open, Thinking of the world we live in today, Standing amongst the people not knowing what to say, Hearing the music flowing into my ears, Beating myself inside these walls of hate, Wanting my eyes to cry with full of tears, Hating to be on this earth, Seeing people fade away, Sinking through lies in my face, Stabbing me in the back when I need them the most, Seeing people with unwanted faith through their eyes, Anger comes my way, Looking down at the world with full of questions in my head, Going crazy with frustration and confusion of me questioning God, Deep inside my heart is burning with poison, Is breaking me apart like glass, At peace without a path in mind, Falling down somewhere here that I never belong, I'm not perfect yet, I like to lead not to follow others. Life is like a tree that grows inside me, Leafs on the tree come and go like people in my life, Taking the road of life, Things can change in a minute, When I look away, My goals would fade away, Going back letting noting stand on my way, Trying harder to focus on my goals, Looking around with a smile on, Reaching my goals slowly without a distraction.


Details | Rhyme | |

Caught In The Black Rain

She's caught in the black rain, emotions are swimming in darkness, as the
 acid rain impairs her vision; within the depth her soul she's unable to find goodness.

The falling black rain has her mind in a state of confusion, murder is no longer
 an ill illusion, actions has drawn it's fatal conclusion.

Upon her the black rain fell bringing misery with pain, living life in vain, constantly
 seeing loss with no gain, and her mental health is far from being sane.

Few have already seen the devastating effects of falling black rain, it's aftermath
 makes the sanest go insane, and those who survive the storm their lives will
  never go back to being simple nor plain.

Falling black rain is a storm formed from mental pain, financial strain, loss with
 no gain, and living life in vain.

Though, in my theory of goodness lies this conclusion," Things that we see as 
 being favorable unto living life is nothing more than our ill illusions," and there-
   fore it's causing us an in-depth state of confusion.


Details | I do not know? | |

Hypochristians

They say to worship to get back into church
That all I need do is fall to my knees and repent
Then all this personal pain he will prevent
To kneel and pray to “The Soveriegn God”
Well, my knees are bruised and scabbed 
Where is this God of yours I ask
Guess I’m not really a fan of his work
As I walk through this existence 
Sufferring is all I see
War in the desert neverending
Children dying so young
Little boys and girls raped by the clergy
Destruction Hate Crimes against humanity
Where is this God of yours I ask
They say Christianity is the way 
Well, bullsh!t! That’s what I say.


Details | Narrative | |

As The Clock Ticks On

Looking back on the winters of my life,
I realize now, each brought a new light.

Though at the time my eyes did not see,
the wisdom, God was planting in me.

Certain seasons, bring more rain,
and surely, some bring more pain.

As the clock ticks on, taking us through,
for it stands still for no one, this is true.

Change is for certain, as the harsh winds blow,
making us stronger, from that winter's snow.

We pick up the pieces, and our journey goes on,
another chapter finished, then another season born.

An endless cycle are the seasons of life,
and all will be remembered, for wisdom brings new light.





Details | Rhyme | |

Dance around the fire

I was singed from the fire to the point of burning couldn't escape from the heat 'til I reached my time of learning that the way to stay safe was just to back away now here at a distance is where I must stay and while the others dance around the flames I'll watch from here where the pain they choose to suffer will just slowly disappear back into the burning fire they feed with their anger, and their suffering and greed and I must stand apart and heal where peace and joy are mine and I can feel a simple moment full of grace that no ones words or deeds need take it's place. I danced around the fire until I learned for me it was no longer time to burn.


Details | Free verse | |

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Details | Rhyme | |

emo for no emotions? or for emotions?

The emotions that i feel inside
are like nothing that i've had when i'm alive
Most of the time i hide myself in darkness
and I feel as if i drown in coldness

The days surpass me like never before
with joy and happiness knocking at my door

I ignore them and go on 
i go on as if there's nothing wrong
I am in the dark with no sense of feeling
trying to not lie to those around me

They ask if they can help in any way
I say that i am fine
When actually i have millions of things inside my mind

They say emotions are just things people feel
when actully it can also be actions

Teens cut themselves and claim they are emos
when they really have more friends than foes
Can emo be for emotional for those who can't understand
what they hold dear to them everyday "hand-in-hand"?

Times can be rough
but that doesn't mean that you can act all tough

What does emo mean to you?
can you not see those who love you and me?
No emotions or emotions,
you can't pick both,
you see?

Don't try to be who yu want to be 
just be yourself
And that applies to you and me


Details | I do not know? | |

Drunken Loneliness


   




Details | Senryu | |

My Momma's Words

Figures do not lie
So true, though also is this
Liars can figure


Details | I do not know? | |

In This Dark Corner

In this dark corner
Of this dark room,
I sit in the shadows,
I sit in the doom.
I see a light,
A light right ove there,
I cannot reach it.
No longer its there.
In this large group,
Of people I love,
I feel so alone,
Like everyones above.
This isnt a choice,
Of choices its not.
To be sad and depressed
I just think a whole lot.
Through my mind runs some thoughts,
Thoughts of rough times,
The times times of great hurt,
The times of great crimes.
Crimes done unto me
Seems jail would be fitting.
"Oh stop being sad,
Your overreacting."
Though stopping I cant,
Its not my control.
I guess I can try.
Cause its getting old.
If your life is bad,
Well, heck, so is mine.
If yours is so bad 
Keep down, dont shine.
I'm scared for us all.
For the world that is.
We are all dead,
Only a few people live.
No one can change.
Not even me.
Cause lifes filled with misery,
hurt, death, not glee.
Listen up now,
I have something to say.
If this all is ending,
Its ending today.
In this dark corner,
Of this dark room,
I sit in the shadows,
I sit in the doom.


Details | I do not know? | |

Strike

Strike!
O strike thy wisdom
and thy freedom;
strike!

While picket signs aren't weapons,
they arouse violent hymns
and bayonet dreams;
o strike!

Where authoritarian presidents,
governors and dictators
all think alike,
strike;
and strike thee common good.


Strike,
O visionaries
with karma on their side,
where echoes fly like angels
and their halos shine so bright;
strike!

Where slavery's not an option
and poverty no life,
no liberty
or happiness;
strike!

Where no act of violence,
aimed at stifling true justice
ever won.

True justice
always voices it's complaints,
always finds some other means,
never ends with the moon
but starts with the sun,
strike!

Fore there's no future otherwise.


Details | Imagism | |

cupcake

a crinoline dress crumpled by the bed;
the prom queens on her back -
a cupcake stripped of its frilled paper.


Details | List | |

Gratitude

I am grateful for the air I breathe.
I am grateful for the opportunities I receive
I am grateful for the sun, moon and stars above
I am grateful for the words I rhyme
I am grateful for thee love I feel 
I am grateful for the visions I see
I am grateful for the abilities within me
I am grateful for the people I meet
I am grateful for the smile I show
I am grateful for the car I drive
I am grateful that I have learned hoe to live rather than survive
I am grateful for the food I eat
I am grateful for my state of mind
I am grateful for the paper
I am grateful for the pen
I am grateful for all the teachers that have given me confirmation in my life
I am grateful for my ego and the euphoric moments it brings
I am grateful for my passions for without passion there is no drive
I am grateful for my faults for they teach me humility
I am grateful to feel empathy for this teaches me about compassion
I am grateful for joy for this keeps the child playing inside
I am grateful for my prankster ways
I am grateful for the birds flying high and free
I am grateful form the oceans and trees
I am grateful that I can hear melody’s riding on a breeze
I am grateful for the person that I am.
I am grateful for what I represent.
I am grateful that I am a tool
I am grateful that spirit flows through me
I am grateful that I am blessed
I am grateful that I am a messenger
I am grateful that I can convey to uplift
I am grateful that I can inspire
I am grateful people will hear to listen to what I say
And I am grateful to people whom are motivated by me whom recognize what 
they need.
I offer a sincere thank you 
With my hands together a prayer of gratitude to all of you
I am of the light. I am a Melchizedek priest
Blessing  and peace…..


Details | Rhyme | |

Clay To Conform

So simple, that we turn to this
we turn and inside out we twist
our words and lips to blow a kiss
to darkness as it echoes

So wicked, that we listen still
we turn and twist against our will
upon the back that's broken 'till
it sings our voice in stone

So human, that we err to breathe
we twist the knife of words with ease
until we wear a mask of weave
uncommon hot with knots

So broken, that we turn away
we twist and mold the words we say
when darkness comes around to stay
we find our thoughts are stolen.


Details | Rhyme | |

Honest

You must feel broken hearted and feel you want to blow.
please don't get to excited, I'm really being honest
I need to let you know. This world is full of liars you've heard it
all before, but I know I'm being honest I've been down the same road before
with those unfaithful people who made a hole in my soul. I've become numb 
and painful but honest to the bone.
I don't want  to hurt no more for the pain I felt, I wouldn't sell it to a soul.
life is full of surprises 'wise people told me so, I never really listened till
now that I'm all grown. The seed that grew inside me is letting itself glow,
I can now see beauty shining from the stone, I used to be a pillow when  I  
took my first breath, it was that first breath that led me to my death, it became so    
complicated, I was a living soul, nothing seemed to hurt me, didn't even know the word. All that came to me slowly and i began to burst, I'd never seen me at my worst, 
lessons learned in life are not cheap, many times they make you weak 
so please stay soft and humble, and maybe sometimes meak, life throws it's kicks and punches for us to dodge them quick.
We won't live forever, remember as we grow, life will always teach us if we take the knowledge road instead of the powerful blow, and only then will we begin to grow.



Details | Lyric | |

Voices

They are all in my head, all day and all night
I hear them talking, telling me something's not right
They come from all directions, my ears never rest
recalling words from the ones I thought I knew best

My family my friends, those closet to me, telling
me things I refuse to see.
They've been buried within so long and so deep
like angry little children refusing to sleep

Some yell loudly, some whisper soft
they speak of the times and the dreams that were lost
and all these times I've refuse to hear, from people
and places I held so dear.

I've been so let down, my pride has been shattered
My heart has been broken, as if I didn't matter
It's a harsh lesson these voices within
makes me realize I've only one true friend
Thank you lord for opening my eyes, to people
that hurt me and tell me lies.
God's comfort and love will pull me through
from all the bad things these voices do.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Trust, Is A Bridge ... '

Trust, Was A Bridge, Between Us
Now, Blown To Bits and Dust !
Scattered Upon Waters of Fear
Too Far Down, To Bring Near

Trust, Was The Bridge, Between Us
Tottering and Unsafe, Due To Rust
Its Base, Was Sinking and Cracked
Cables Snapped, No Getting Back !

Trust, Was A Bridge, Between Us
Used To Stand-Up To Raging Gusts !
We Could Cross Over To Either Side
Hold Onto The Girders … And Stride

Trust, Was The Bridge, Between Us
Repairing It Now … Is A Bust !
So, Can This RelationShip, Sail To Both Shoals
Build A New Bridge, With A Higher Toll ?

… Trust … Is A Bridge, Between Us
Guard It Well … This Time, Is A Must …


Details | Rhyme | |

Kiss Me Hard Before You Go

You've woken a memory, a searing desire, Ensnared my senses, set my whole world on fire. You still make me nervous, turn my insides to stone, My bastion breached, my resistance overthrown. A decade reverse we were in a different world, But a kiss from you and my toes would curl, I can not say what happened back then, Except how happy I am that you're back again. After all these years, after everything's changed, I think to way back and I still feel the same, Like we could conquer any mountain, ride any wave, Just lift a finger and I'll be your slave. Something good has begun and you're going on a jaunt, I'll have to put on my brave face, hide that I'm gaunt. While you're away, time can only pass slow, So do me a favour, kiss me hard before you go.


Details | Elegy | |

Moon Walk on Your Grave

Moon Walk on Your Grave

A life begun in stardom,
now, ending up in shame.
Relentless media, cruel world,
who then is there to blame.

A sadness inside,
no tears on your face.
The pain all but over,
mass confusion erase.

In wonder we watch,
can a life be explained?
Can't surface your agony,
under facade you remained.

Let's focus on the talent,
musical joy that you gave.
In peace now I pray,
moon walk on your grave.

© Rene' Brady 2009


Details | Rhyme | |

My Parents Did Their Best To Raise Me

My Parents Did Their Best To Raise Me As a child, my parents did their best to raise me. Teaching me about God, because they loved me! They taught me God’s ways,. This was their intention. They read the Bible, with an undivided attention. Each day I awoke. I was glad mom and dad where there. Especially when we gathered around the table in prayer. The many times we spent together I haven’t forgot. I’m so thankful for the Christian values taught. The values helped shape me into what I am today. And have helped keep me on “the narrow way.” I believe many of these values are being discarded. Even before many families are being started. A respect for God’s word seems to be a thing of the past. It’s no wonder many relationships don’t last. God’s principles must be our daily ambition. His love must be our rock and a TRUE foundation! We must seek his purpose and divine way of living. It’s HIS example that must be our way of giving! Giving to others kindness and love that binds us as one. Through the witness we have in Christ… His son! May God bless our hearts and homes in one accord. As we give our attention to Jesus Christ our Lord! By Jim Pemberton 10/01/11


Details | Free verse | |

Happy

When I’m all alone
I try to kill the thought of you
Assuring myself
You’re just a ghost passing through

And now that you’re here with me
I feel the need to soar and fly
Only thing is:
I’d much rather crawl away and die

I don’t want to be happy 
I don’t want to fool myself
I don’t want to feel the pressure
Of putting on a heaven in hell

I don’t want to be your angel
I don’t want to face the growth
I don’t want to be happy
I don’t want the aching truth

You never saw me in your stride
As I smiled wide in my heavenly hide
Believing in myself without a chance
Not able to grasp this ghostly romance

You smoked me like a cigarette
Burning out my love, leaving butts of regret
And all the time I laugh and smile
As you see right through me all the while

I don’t want to be happy
I don’t want to live a lie
I don’t want to feel your leisure
As I crumple down to die

I don’t want to disappoint you
I don’t want to show and tell
I just want to see you happy
Just leave me in the dark to dwell


Details | Free verse | |

Searching for Michelangelo

I told him we were broken, the way
horses can be, and he galloped through 
the sentence like a cowboy, less a
heart.  I loosed the biggest word I could 
think of – so enormous I felt everything
in me squeeze back as it passed by
and nearly choked as it pushed 
its way into the outer world -
and he brushed it aside like 
errant dandelion snow. 
By then, there were at least
four voices within me, ranting,
and the image of myself throwing 
buckets of paint against a wall 
was blinking repeatedly in my head.
And still he was talking – 
with his hands gesturing, gesturing -
talking about places he’d been
talking about what he thinks himself
passionate about
talking about what he learned
in counseling
and talking
talking, 
talking
about 

nothing.


When he got to Italy, I stopped him
at Michelangelo, thinking, “here! – 
here finally is a scaffold we can 
throw ourselves off of”.  Thinking 
if Einstein’s wardrobe wasn’t enough, 
if a scrawny white boy singing 
the blues wasn’t either and if the 
most interesting thing I said that night 
was that I never ever set a clock 
to an uneven time (and I hadn’t even 
said that yet)… maybe the image of 
an artist suspended in air with 
his heart pointed to heaven 
and the myriad of thoughts 
that must have run 
like a river through him as he
stood there, arm outstretched,
might trigger something.
But, he had no idea that 
Buonarroti was a poet 
or that he honestly expected 
Moses to speak 
to him once freed 
from the confines 
of stone and of
artist himself,
he said

nothing.

Apparently, he was more 
Moses than Michelangelo, and
it was all I could do 
not to take 
a hammer
to his 
knee.


Details | Free verse | |

Bite.

Stone apples 
painted green granite
lip gloss lips to kiss them
frozen smiles bitten

Red breath
from a lover's listen
Stone apples
wondering what is missing...


Details | Rhyme | |

Feeding Mankind

Feeding Mankind

We have to kill each other,
it's determined in our genes.
We have to maim and slaughter
to fulfil inherent dreams.
Fools believe man carries
a peaceful heart of sorts,
they look through rosy glasses
and never see the warts.

If everyone was equal
and needed nothing more
we'd still seek out a reason
to start a bloody war.
If nobody went hungry
had food for all their needs,
Mankind would go on killing
for on killing Mankind feeds.

Ivor G Davies


Details | Rhyme | |

A Mother's Love

A Mother’s Love… How precious is the love of a mother’s heart! Even as a child… It’s there from the start. A mother’s love knows no boundary or limit. It’s often shown by how much the mother gives it! Whether her children are young or growing old… And whatever circumstances in life may unfold. Her love is continually a solid foundation… That can’t be removed, torn or shaken. Her love is what is a guiding force. Even if her children’s lives stray off course. I’m thankful for the love my mother’s given… It’s surely influenced the way I’ve been livin’! To all of our mothers across our great nation… May we show them our love and appreciation! Their love has stood and endured the test of time… I’m so glad that one of them is MINE! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Light Poetry | |

If Someone Loves You

A cover’s no way to judge a book
The first few words is all it took
To open up the memory chest
Of a dark past so long suppressed.

Like a dog let off its lead
The words are sticks I must retrieve
To read of someone else’s pain
The threats, the violence and the shame.

Lying curled up in a ball
Drunken menace in the hall
Racing heart cannot prevent
Looming shadow, no consent.

Calloused hands move from neck to arms
Leave no bruise or signs of harm
“I didn’t hurt you, you are mine
Say no again, I will next time”.

Each leaf turned brings back a time
When this memoir echoed mine
Tale unfolds upon each page
Tells of horrors, threats and rage.

I can’t take this anymore
Throw the book down on the floor
Sitting reading will not stop
All the heart ache and the rot.

If someone loves you, they won’t do
All these dreadful things to you
No person should endure this hell
Stop it now, it’s time to tell.


Details | Couplet | |

Eyes of a Child

Looking all around me and becoming more aware,
Of the people and surroundings at which many children stare.

I come to terms and realize the acts of hate I see,
And now I fear that this same scene will soon envelope me.

Walking on a lonesome road, though crowded it may seem,
I pass through silent hordes of people hushing silent screams.

Beside me standing hand-in-hand, older man and wife,
I wonder if they thought like me, what happened to their life.

I reminisce now further back before these broken days,
A time of wasting food and drink and dressing different ways.

But now we all look just alike in tattered grays and browns,
Drifting through these damaged streets and sporting matching frowns.

I thought we'd left the two world wars and poverty behind,
To linger in our broken books and fill an older time.

A time where death would cloud the world with sorrow and disease,
And fear would plant itself within the innocent with ease.

This made me think and look around for Noah and his arc,
And for the first time since the night I heard a flustered lark.

I quickly turned around to spot within a child's hands,
An injured bird whose time had brought it here from other lands.

The child stole a piece of thread from a redbreast robin's nest,
And wrapped around the ailing bird a splint so it could rest.

An hour past the lark took flight and answered to the wild;
The only resting place of hope is in the bright eyes of a child.


Details | Free verse | |

Untwisted

Sometimes the memories won’t fade 
         All the places we have seen
         All the prices we have paid 
The memories of the happy as well as the sad 
            The people we’ve lost
           The friends that we had 
Some memories just seem like a ghost 
I always lost everyone that I loved the most 
The wind would just carry them away 
             Along with my tears 
            And my ability to pray
    I wonder how far is heaven from here?
              How many more heartaches 
                 How many more tears 
              I wonder how far it is away
Because I have so many things that I wish to say 
To all the people that I loved and I lost 
             I’m not even tripping 
             My heart paid the cost 
The reaper rode the river in a bikers disguise 
I’ll never forget the fear in my mother’s eyes 
    As he drug her under and then let her go 
Through my four year old veins hate started to grow 
My eyes were blind my ears were deaf 
After that I forgot  
           There was anything left  
Karma is like poker for it is bound to luck 
When I was just a boy 
God through me under the truck 
Of all the things in life we feel 
   We are all bound to God’s will 
Passion is a doorway between love and hate 
    God is the dealer in the game of fate 
              Our place is not to question why 
                       For if we do our faith will die 
            The deeper we hate the deeper we love 
            I was gifted wisdom by the Lord above 
                    Every gift comes at a price 
A world of experience behind my advice 
     Every smile holds a lifetime of pain 
Nothing that happens should happen in vein 
                         It is our choice that which we do 
 Know in your heart these words are true 
The harder we fall the further we climb 
             No ones life is totally sublime 
Illusion after illusion will be offered to you 
                 But only the living word is true 
The living word that beats in your heart 
Will keep you safe as the world falls apart 
Through the pain of a boy watching his mother die 
It’s never to late to kiss the sky
A man of faith who could never give up 
Please come break my bread and share in my cup 
By the time our journey is through 
                      I’ll share all I am with you 
          Hopefully somewhere in my words you’ll see 
              ---Untwisted is truly the way to be---



Details | Rhyme | |

Humanity wears a face

Do my people have a heart to go with the human race,
or is it that they just can't see the beauty in a face?
The colors seem to stand beyond, the fact that we're the same,
uncamoflaged in the war of humanity, supremacy you try to claim.
Never shall we be equal, for we are above what you teach,
you're too scared to see the truth in the words my people preach.
The only one's of equality are the one's that see it true,
the world that you're destroying, because you're not giving the respect that's due!


written towards prejudicial mentality, people detroying the world/mother nature/simplistic minds who cannot conceive the notion that all races are beautiful and we are one race combined...the human race. The world is filled with color and beauty in everything and everyone...


Details | Ballad | |

She Cried

       She cried, She died inside over and over again, She was trapped in herself 
and she had no way of escaping. Taking drugs to dull the mud that's been in her 
eyes 
for years. She's so far away from reality that it's like she is constantly 
sleeping. 
She has to remind herself what's fictional and what's fact because the 
hallucinations wouldn’t  let her breath, they’d lie to her every chance she gets. 
Turning her mom into a monster not butterflies suddenly this high becomes a 
nightmare. One she had been fighting for so long, 16 and still traveling the same 
rode as so many younger than her. She didn't listen to all the voices that tried to 
tell her what she was missing because truly reality is the thing that makes life 
worth living. To her reality was the guy who had raped her constantly when she was 
young, Why choose reality when you could live in a dream world where everything had 
excuses. Not only could she not recognize the girl who cried constantly in the 
mirror but she'd done so many things to herself that even her eyes were a different 
color. 
It hurt so bad not to remember so she continued to fade until soon it seemed 
better. 
In an idiotical world where there were always smiles, It wasn't until she got help 
that she realized the real world was never always pleasant. It was filled with hate 
and lies and pain but that's something real and something she needed to face. 
Something she needed to open her eyes to, life would never be cake and she couldn't 
have her victory without tasting poison at least once. So when the tears dried and 
the wounds healed she signed up for a special thing a thing called GED and she got 
it.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

MYTHS


The comforts of home are but myth of man,
I’ve breeched its illusions, ciphered its plan
to weaken defenses with a comfortable bed
where even the hardened soften their heads.
Walls were made to keep, tame or hide
with airless rooms that only shelve pride
while behind steel doors lovers whisper  lies
that imprison hearts or part startled thighs.
Beware: the hearth, chair and candle wick,
The pane too thin, the light too thick,
The mine-mine things buried behind locks,
The curse of civility, the dominion of clocks.
Why envy the lifeless world of humanity,
All those days without a breath of brevity?
Dreamers, schemers, weepers, redeemers,
Assumers, mummers, performers and reformers
The roles they play whether they be rich or poor,
Those who have enough insist they need more,
they chant charity and the sweet reign of love,
Then ignore the downtrodden from seats above.
Whether they live in a manor or a rickety shack,
People hope roofs will screen what they lack
And what they don't understand they simply ban,
Aye, the comforts of home are but myth of man.


The freedom of woods is the myth of troll,
Thorns pierce the mind or splinter the soul,
The forest has eyes that see far too much,
A longing for company, a craving for touch,
Roots shackle ankles, branches snag arms
and though hemlock offers its distilled charms,
its taste is as  bitter as the bracken I drink,
as cold as the mire where we banished slink,
as dark as the hare’s cry when it is snared,
as deep as a night that was meant to be shared.
Only the outcast knows the moon’s wily trap
of revealing anguish or that starlight can wrap
its hands around necks and silently choke
those freshly wounded, spirits  long broke.
Rank sorrow thrives when denied joyful song,
and rage’s bars keep us where we belong.
Whether gremlin or ogre, Bogle or gnome, 
All want to escape the embrace of wet loam,
Confinement is found in the whisper of fog,
It rots every dream and shadows the bog,
The path that is trod curves with a curse 
Despair keeps us here with its hold perverse, 
Loneliness binds and no hermit is whole,
Aye, the freedom of woods is the myth of troll. 


For Tracie's Fantasy Contest
Character chosen: Lynx, an outcast half man/half troll who dwells in the forest of thorns


Details | Rhyme | |

THERE IS HOPE YET

When we think about life and start to fret
 About things we have done that we truly regret
Bad things that we would really want to forget
Just know that things in life we should learn to accept
No reason for our eyes with tears to get wet
We should think about our loved ones and friends we have met
And try to realize that there is no reason to be upset
People care and their love we should take in with every breath
We should let nothing hurt us now, not even death
Life isn’t fair but we should remember and get our minds set
That in this world there is love and there is hope yet

NOTE:
There is hope yet. I would like to invite all soup members who reads this poem to 
view the Roses From The Heart site and sign the guestbook. Friends I have here 
makes me feel sure that there is indeed hope. Read Carol's blog 
entitled "Please" for the site addy. Let us give others hope.Thanks!


Details | Sonnet | |

Sonnet to Thoughtful Women

I did not wish to leave your warm embrace --
   I did not wish for our sweet love to end --
And though your chauvinism's a disgrace,
   I cannot help but see you as a friend.
Perhaps someday a sweeter girl you'll find,
   Who'll do just as you wish for her to do --
A girl who doesn't have a thoughtful mind,
   So she can focus all she is on you.
She'll nod her head, and brainlessly agree
   With anything you say, to make you smile --
She'll cook your meals and serve you honeyed tea,
   And never stop her chatter all the while;
So when your brain cells rot from lack of use,
   You've only you to blame, and no excuse.


Details | I do not know? | |

HomoSexEquality

I breathe to succeed intelligence.

Even I am astonished by my benevolence.

My deep rooted spiritual elegance.

My keen disgrace by prejudice.

How people twist what God really said to us.

How people lust to discover how the Big Bang busts.

What a disgust that we can't even be free to discuss.

The must. The need to be emancipated.

Enough of our situations have been degraded.

We have made it. We've claimed the now to redefine history.

To become part of the evolution that it was written to be.

You see? That's why you refuse, defuse, cause you're confused by me.

Your laws I am to abide, but your laws deny me. Deprive me.

Of the freedom I was born into. Sworn to. I celebrate my independence in July just like you.

We have rights. Rights to the constitution as day is to night. And when we fight.

We do it like a feather floating out of the sky. Clever?

Very, because silence has never been involved in your endeavors. Never.

Strategically beating you like pollen during calm weather. Severed.

Separated from the rest of the world because of difference.

Erased from existence. You haven't said it blatantly, but these were your intentions.

But I still revolt. They can do it to you, but my rights they won't revoke.

I don't hope. Cause they can't deny us what's ours for long, this I know.

They may have control. But we have the power, the knowledge, the will to overthrow.

It's not a show. It's our right to fight, To be HOMO!!


Details | Imagism | |

Bus People

Bus people really have a lot of time to think:

They are always on
the brink of realizing
what's going on.
Shoulder-to-shouldering
their way along each morning, wishing
they were back in bed, finding
they are spiritually dead and

all the while 
bumping 
to the sounds
of the streets outside.


Details | Blank verse | |

LEFT BEHIND

As the pleasures of this world overwhelm us
And the sorrows of the land cautions us 
Forget not, we are just passing-by
Just as the wind blows so is life
It is full of joy and dust which sparks in our eyes to reality
Timeless as it may seem
As time bond, it is for real
Man's constant search for peace lies right, in the heart
For true peace, we have no idea of
Though blind we sing songs of sight
For realms we relish deep within
Hoping to grab a portion
The truth of the inner man's passion
To be free and free  in deeds 
Never to be left behind
An act of faith

©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah


Details | Free verse | |

Words on The Wall

It’s like you stuck in a cell When you want to be heard But there’s no medium to express yourself The wall is the only thing that you got You put your heart on it And make it salty when tears from your eyes drop You engrave heroics on it And when you trip, you scribble failure on it When life smiles you make a mark on it Your past can’t be erased, so try and embrace it. And if it’s bad, it should never show up again Maybe when someone finds this dusty wall The words on the wall can feed them Maybe they can relate. Maybe they can smile where you smiled And feel the scribbles of the pain that you felt Maybe these words can teach them a truth They could be soothing enough to heal more than an aching tooth These words on the wall are what the world sees And since words form pictures, hopefully your life is a beautiful piece You don’t need to be rich to have a masterpiece You need courage to realise what’s wrong and change it You need faith to believe and see the beauty inside Through our lives we can help cause change today You just have to show them the words on the wall.


Details | Free verse | |

Graceful, Disgrace

The lilies were excessive.
Bless her, she does her best to
Lift the funerial hush
That's settled on this damned household.
Get them out,
You can't contain their boisterous bloom
To the kitchen alone.
The overspill of white
Does little to obscure the silence they're replacing.
Graceful, disgrace,
Wretch like me.


Details | I do not know? | |

Seraph

My magnificent  seraph, 
Behind a smile she shields her suffering 
Self-forgetting, so self inflicting  
Woe to the one who delights in decency


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Kis

A Kis

RICHsTgPOOR



CharlaXFabels

1one7three3
 Do eye need a kis. Eye need a girl to kis. Eye have a girl that eye can kis. 
Eye have kis her in the rain. Eye have kis her in mye heart. Eye have kis her in 
mye start of every day for years of love. Eye have only to the kis to go to read more 
into kis to find the place she dwells in this old mortal frame of yearning 
dwelling place. The kis is purple bliss of alarm blazing love waking me from 
death like a Snow White Charmed young man a captive smith to Pocahontas 
fame. A dandelion flower lost in the caverns of the depths Ianthe drowning mee 
in sea ward tufts of left and right bouts of beating on the air to keep from sliding 
to the depths of drowning in her arms of love. A leap at faith a death reprieved 
from Grounded Grave a leaping portent making waves of Gragon wings. An 
attitude of love refrained in every tuft of wind again the sound of love the beating 
of the water on the roof of tin the sound of kis inside the wind and rain. A younger 
man and woman would have hardware in the way the nose and yes the nose gay 
and the corners of the vampyrific fangs. The center of the tongue is one the belly 
button too. The snooker table has a cue it’s called the ball extender bridge it's a 
cheater it’s made to let the basest man to reach her in the wind. There is so 
many problems with people the gas is oughta sight at the pumps this country is 
no longer prominent but a third world country going south. The end of time has 
come and arrived the ruthless and worthless rule in the name of god money and 
time. Take a number wait in line what’s your name please fill this out and wait. 
The number of his namme. Have you got a credit card or payment of any kind iff 
you can give me seven dollars for an office visit eye will help you the doctor is inn. 
The man was lighting a candle in front of the computer and the lieberrian asked 
him what do you think you are doing he said eye cannot see the screen. There is 
not very many rich people in all those cars on the highway whizzing by the most of 
them is middle class or less the plastic hose on the back seat is a siphon they 
use it to get gas. Eye had too many problems at home growing up to ever be a 
father. The age factor plus the drug indicator keeps me from trying to further my 
benefactor with fodder or with mudder. The morality of this hurried fable of 
dividing documents is this a kis. 

 
  
  


Details | Carpe Diem | |

I Dare You

I Dare You...
to be all you can be
to think positive at all times
to achieve all of your goals in life
to captivate the minds of others by doing creative and unique things

I Dare You...
to believe in yourself
to encourage others to do good things
to love and respect yourself as well as others
to have faith even when you are going through the storm

I Dare You...
to love and obey your parents and partners in life
to be the best mother, father, sister, brother, son, daughter,
husband or wife you can be
to love your neighbors and even your enemies
to expand your horizons

I Dare You...
to let a stream of wisdom
flow through the valley of knowledge 
and into your sea of understanding
to allow that wisdom, knowledge, and understandig
to be enhance by the word of God

I dare you...
to speak the wisdom, knowledge, and understanding
into a listening ear in hopes that you may glorify God
by sowing good seeds and get someone to accept Christ in their life

I Dare You...
to fear the wrath of God.
for if you do then you would do your best 
to be the best Christian you can be
I dare you to suffer for God;
to change your life by giving it to the Lord
For if Christ is on your side
no devil in hell can be against you
For the Lord said so Himself
And if you do not believe me
I dare you to do the research yourself
I DARE YOU...I DARE YOU...I DARE YOU!!!




Details | Ballad | |

The girl

See the girl living on the streets? does anyone know she is there,
Do you see that girl down in the dumps? and does anyone care.
We don't know the reason that she left her home and do any of us want to know?
She's out in all weathers without any covers in rain, hail and snow.
Does anyone wonder if she's ever lonely when we're all tucked up in our beds,
when she's wet and cold,  and we're warm and cosy does it ever enter our heads.
She might have been beaten when her home she left, she's sad and she's lonely and often bereft. 


Does anyone see me alone on the streets? trying to smile at all that I meet,
asking for pennies for a warm cup of tea, we're not all on drugs, at least not me.
I'm trying to avoid going down that road I try to remember the things I've been told.
Stories of people lying in the gutter, and people passing by all of a mutter.
Do they care, what they see there? I suppose they think it's everywhere !
But I would like to say to all of you . I don't take drugs, I'm one of the few.
So to all of you sat home by your fires, spare a thought for me,
when you pass me by tomorrow, I'd love a cup of tea.


Details | Ghazal | |

Words Whisperer

You’ve swallowed my misery, 
My old self, just by a smile;
By letting me feel the mountains move, 
You’ve freed me, just by a smile;
My twisted thoughts,
Have been untangled by you, with just a smile;
I offer my body and soul to you, O my words whisperer,
You’ve whispered me a new life, just by a smile;
I offer myself to you O, Jamlaila,
You’ve made me your man, just by a smile.


Details | Couplet | |

Spirit of Chantel Noel

The nervous system originates in the brain.
Nerves send and receive signals to feel pleasure, fear or pain.

A baby’s diaper rash causes crying, pain and suffering,
Her torment needs attention , care and buffering,

She is so sensitive to pain, as were you and I ,
The slightest discomfort caused us to cry.

But because this is pain we can not now recall,
It does not mean we didn’t experience it all,

The nervous system is developed in Mom’s womb long before birth,
Of course, most people know this fact, for what it’s worth,

Why else does the babe instinctively move away,
When the medical probe is maneuvered her way?

She does not know the terms “women’s rights“, “choice” and “abortion”,
As she is killed, screaming in a fear and pain filled contortion,

But that baby’s pain simply doesn’t matter in this world of darkened lights,
She missed the boat when the flag unfurled for choice and women’s rights.

Dear child, you are just not old enough to be without pain and fear,
You see, we have too many excuses times one million a year.
 
May God buffer your pain my little friends when your shortened time is through,
And forgive your Moms and Dads for we may or may not know what we do.

And  ask God to have mercy on us self blinded pretend Christians too,
As we vote for politicians who promote killing your siblings and you.

God bless you Chantel.

     This  is a repost of the poem written 5/01/2010 in answer to a charge that babies don't feel pain anyway so it's okay to abort them.
 The news today 4/17/2012 (AP news) reports that the fetal pain abortion law which recently came about in three states because of the scientific proof that unborn babies do feel pain is now under attack because people want to kill the little ones anyway in spite of their proven torture.
     Perhaps some day our society will become civilized and history will reveal these acts for the barbarianism that it indeed is. Until then let's keep praying for our youngest most vulnerable minority friends.
-Robert A. Dufresne



Details | Sonnet | |

This is David

From his mama's own mouth, this story came
Her travail to carry him, a long trail
Of tears, loneliness, suffering and shame
A hunger for which hope made no avail
And then the hemorrhaging, her vital blood
Like common mud, tearing his world apart
Your life and her life in that tragic flood
The sudden silence of his beating heart
Sirens, Hospital, still he died, once, twice
The doctors testified, for they helpless stood
Perplexed, frustrated with every device
God alone that day turned evil to good ...
Made his purpose seen in life's providence
Restored hope by frail wisp of evidence.
                          ii
A pimple of flesh, great folds of white sheet
The child like raisin in its crumpled spot
Seemed more alien than a baby sweet
With shriveled skin, and head a global pot
O the tense days, miserable and lone
The furtive prayers of a mother's heart
"As bad as can be, Lord, make him my own,"
The nervous scanning of the daily chart.
The little blimp became a form, a frame
A sense of gladness, a kindle of dream
A moon's memory that gave spring a name
A fresher hope from lost of true esteem.
She called him "David," went to work again
Lifting the load of pain, bearing the stain.
                         iii
And there in that dark environment he
Like stubborn cactus in dry sand made root
Sucking up the elements, the salt sea
And violence, the meaningless of truth
War and poverty needs no moral code
Survival survival was a luxury for him.
Harsh, and cruel is desire where abode
Drought an, d scarcity, their horizon dim.
We burn trees for coal, cannot make storm
Wealth provides small control, the poor has none
No shelter from life's threats nor men's harm
Nothing is secure, no, not with a gun.
But jackals make them, the frightened keep them
Like buzzards over our sweet Bethlehem.
                          iv
O David, you should have left that day. You
Should have held your rudder firm 'gainst that breeze
But too little strength was left in sinew,
To heavy the armor that bowed your knees
And deaf the heart that heard the voice before
And answered at eleven. Hope endures
Through even darken deserts, light has a door
To love no human sad ever ignores.
God saved your life twice on the day of birth
And did three more times when you turned your back
To sealed your purpose in your spell on earth.
From the brink of hell, God's love brings you back
To be his Paul, his missionary bright
His little tiger flaming through the night.
     

  


Details | Rhyme | |

FATHER TO SON

“Do you know just how old this guitar is my boy?”
quizzed the old man I’d grown to revere.
It was plain as the nose on his kind, smiling face,
and the fact that his heart beat had picked up the pace,
he’d a story he felt I should hear.

“We were all church mouse poor back when I was a lad
and my pappy he never had much.
But the one thing pa owned and did treasure the most
was this long necked guitar, and it’s not wrong to boast,
how that man had a magical touch.

He would work hard all day with his hands in the fields,
but at night he would gather us ‘round.
Then our Pa he would play to us kids and to ma,
and those calloused old hands brought to life this guitar,
which created a rhythmical sound. 

But the years took their toll on this musical man
and my pap gave the playing away.
To this day I recall, with a real sense of pride,
how he whispered to me, as he took me aside, 
“This guitar son is yours now to play.”

How it brought me such joy through these many long years
and I’ve played at a dance hall or two.
It has taken me places all over this land
and I’ve played with musicians in many a band
but it’s time now to hand it to you.

There’s a lot of tradition and pride to uphold
and I know you’ll respect that my lad.
Please remember my pappy and me when you play
and then maybe my boy you’ll be sure to one day
tell this tale when you too are a dad.


Details | Narrative | |

A Slight Return

Darkness is my life that apears in
light.
Has it come to just another fix.
The smile does conceal my losing fight.

The music the screams within.
The lies eat away at the man I can no 
longer stand.

Hollow is thy heart.
Crimson stains all that is never held in
hand.

It started a game now it's a curse.
In darkness I speak to you
all I could never say.
The man once known to you.
Has all but faded away.

And as I slip into adictions abyss.
Candle lit memories were taken
with the breeze. 
That killed that romantic glow.

As the stranger who exists in the form
once you did love.
Twist's into a form you cannot understand.

I ask out of love for you to forget.
The monster that haunts this form.

In memories true love we will forever know.
The emptyness of of this life.
And the once splendid candle lights glow. 
In truth we die. 
As we live. 
So must we cry. 

Not every every question has a answer my friends. 
Gonzo.


Details | Rhyme | |

The BIble Is The Inspired Word Of God


The Bible Is The Inspired Word of God!

I heard someone say “the Bible was written by man.”
But there’s a truth I don’t think he understands.

God used man to simply be an “inspired instrument.”
This was more than some type of “experiment.”

God used many different people from various places.
He used them from both the Jewish and Gentile races!

Though the words spanned a long period of time…
They were written with all of us in mind!

It was as if God himself had taken the pen.
He spoke directly through different men.

All of the books are together with a common goal.
To bring the words of God to the common soul.

I would encourage to read the Bible for your direction.
Allow God’s words to daily be your inspiration!

Won’t you read from Genesis through Revelation?
You can learn about God’s gift of salvation!

The Bible speaks of God’s love and holiness too!
And speaks to the heart of how much HE LOVES YOU!

You can also learn about eternity in a heavenly mansion!
Your life can receive a blessed “abundant life expansion!”

Through the words of Christ, you’ll be blessed!
As you find in him a comfort and a haven of rest!

I invite you to read and apply God’s truth today!
And be transformed by what he really has to say!

By applying Biblical principles in how you’re living!
You’ll be blessed by the awesome words God is giving!

By Jim Pemberton  


Details | Couplet | |

How do you like your eggs in the morning?

Like a warm cotton bud used to give inner ears a clean
there is something comforting about routine.
Knowing where you stand and the order of play,
knowing what to expect at every point in your day.
Living to a schedule, everything has it’s time and place -
knowing the slots you have free for any plans you need to make.

Wardrobe colour-coded, in garment order.
Wallpaper with a matching border.
Appointments at ten to, five to, on the dot.
Check, double-check, the doors are locked.
Yellow ball, green ball then pot the brown.
Big box, little box, upside down.

I like to gaze into the sky and dream, of an afternoon.
Relaxing. Like the scent of a chaste tree, when in bloom.
A cold glass of lemonade, a long and foamy bath,
humming along to the radio, a love that warms the heart.
Reading the Sunday paper, and making it an event,
the delightful things the kids say, things only they could invent.

His reputation precedes him: a disruptive, class clown.
Never completes his work, he’s always mucking around.
A big-mouth, show-off with far too much to say:
He asks if I ever considered teaching him in a different way.
‘A physical learner’ - he’s heard about it on the news.
There could be something in it…but I’ve far too much to do.

Cars whiz about, people in a hurry.
“I’ve waited over an hour for my curry.”
Twenty four seven lifestyle, word abbreviation.
Text message becoming the preferred means of communication.
Everybody rushing, to keep on schedule, to maintain status quo.
Everyone a cog in the system: You’re whipped, if you don’t row.

Seamless is the transition between asleep and awake,
when you just let it happen, not worry about being late.
An unrushed project results in a rewarding prize:
taking your time meant you got it right.
So bin the itinerary, flout the rules,
just for once why don‘t you try something new?


Details | Blank verse | |

BLOND HAIR WITH AUBURN ROOTS

Life, in the cruelty of morning light,
Is a strand of copper blond hair
With auburn roots, asleep on a pillow.

Are you waiting for the snail mail
To bring you the implant
That will explode in your head?

Or will you dedicate your life
To multiplication of garbage that oozed
Into ancestral rivers, lakes and skies?
Will you let blood bubble on the Tigris
Or become a collector of limbs in Grozny,
While I inaugurate a thousand Darfurs?
Will we terrorize freedom in freedom’s name?

Goliath, let us fortify, let us amend, 
Or one day David will pelt us with a catapult,
Blood will copiously flow
From our forehead into our eyes,
We will be blinded, unless we already are.

Deep cleansing milk has to be sold by the gallon,
And, of course, Listerine.


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Pulp

Pretty soon, night will fall upon the city,
And lives of crime animate spasmodically
As Gene Pitney croons “A Town Without Pity”
And the clubs and the gin joints open methodically.

Hepcat jazzmen smoke reefers, shoot junk,
The pimps clean their nails with switchblades laconically,
Fedoras pulled low as they mind-jive to funk,
And the neon lights crackle and buzz electronically,

Breast enhanced blondes catch the eyes of their johns,
Pouting and winking, the sale of depravity,
For a price any vice can be practiced upon
The surface of flesh, any crevice or cavity.

Cops pound the beat twirling nightsticks around,
Turning blind eyes for a bribe taken willingly,
Failure to pay brings the world crashing down,
“It just ain’t your day,” the cops whisper chillingly.

Wiseguys hold court in an old pizzeria,
Smoking and drinking and eating the scenery
Their empire of family governed through fear,
The rule of the gun and Sicilian ancestry.

Corporate needles pierce veins of the damned,
Chalk drawings map lines around death’s ideology
Cigarettes sparked and the siren howls slammed
Through the meanest of streets of pulp fiction mythology.    

In the world of the scribe, this pulp writer hack
May exaggerate slightly for sake of the narrative,
Yet film noir seems grey when reality’s black,
At the end of the day everything is comparative.


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where i'm from

i come from
the jungle of despair
with its vines and thorns
full of emptiness
i come from
the nothingness of space
without stars
born of a black hole
a vacuum of longing
i come from
a man and a woman
but not
a mother and a father
not husband and wife
nor even lovers
i come from
potential unrealized
and opportunity missed
slashing away
in the rain forest of frustration
clearing the way
for the seed of hope
i come from
the society that killed
malcolm x
and left me for dead
that promoted slavery
longer than liberty
i come from
here
wishing i was
there


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City of Shadows

A lonesome boat in the harbor rocks insanity.
Big waves of the black sea roll across the white sands
that fade into darkness for eternity.
Far from the life giving drops of rain are predators
in the city of shadows.
Feelings from the last solem breezes blow.
As the evening sun fades slowly into the night,
the pavement glistens like cracked glass
from the earlier evening rain.
A lack of silence remains.
In the city of shadows,
screaming voices creep in the corner of your mind.
Visions of the garden where the flowers died.
The dark alley reveals the emptiness of peace within your soul,
and death reveals the cold, cold truth way beneath the black crumbled earth.
Slapped with a strike of lightning,
disrupting the fall of silence where secrets crawl to hide,
in the foxholes of one's mind.
In the city of shadows, bewildered minds tick with the time of the clock.
Breath by breath falls perfectly out of place,
and darkness opens a new gate.
Tunes of the violin slowly fade away.
A new awakening to blindness,
in the city of shadows.


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UninvitedInfection

Never said yes
And no chance to say no
Both inebriated
So you thought that was the chance for you to go

No violence from what I remember
I woke up in the midst
Too messed up to say a word
Or know the order of events

I dont even know the face
I only thought it was you
And you say it was him, too
My self feels so displaced

Should've paid attention to the signs 
But was too naive
Invite me somewhere unfamiliar
And use the tricks up your sleeve

Just to get off
You shatter the outlook of a young girl
Just to get off 
You put a curtain over my world

Due to your ill wishes and your sickness
I was too dumb to speak
Too embarrassed, too ashamed
I thought it was defeat

After one realization came another
Eventually, nothing is at it seems
While growing up you're given lessons
With age wisdom gets more keen

I can forgive but won't forget
I've also gained through your deception
I've learned not to lose all hope through this
Uninvited infection


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Night Of Awakening

I fear the night
Never to wake in mornings light
To see your face one last time
To hear your voice that is so divine
Reaching out to touch your hand
You entwine our fingers and understand
With love as strong as ours, it's hard to say goodbye
We wipe a tear from each others eye
Slipping into the endless dark
An adventure I must embark
Waking in mornings light
Knowing it was just a dream, everything is alright
Forever together we will be
Forever and Ever, you and me


Details | I do not know? | |

For Cory Decker

His love is deep and desperate.
He's crying out her name.
She once showed him affection, 
but now she causes all his pain. 

A broken heart never mended, 
and promises never kept, 
his mind grew painful and insane
as he laid silently and wept.

You can't pour out your whole heart
into a love based on a lie.
You're simply running in a circle, 
if you're the only one who tries.

"We're here for you, call any time."
said all loved ones of his.
But no one else could ease his pain, 
this girl he strongly missed.

He tied the rope around his neck
and reached out for her love, 
but she rejected once again, 
and fate gave him a shove.

Was death really his intention?
Or did it go too far?
No one on this painful earth
will see into his heart.

But he leaves behind a legacy, 
a shining little girl.
May she be blessed with a heart that’s pure
in this cruel and painful world.





*Note*
Cory Decker, My man's best friend, and my best friends man, passed away on May 24, 
2008, suicide, something none of us ever saw coming! He was a great friend, and a loving 
father to his daughter, Jaden, only 5 months old at the time, who is now a happy smiling, 
almost 2 year old Princess!


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The Evolution of Learning (Part One)

It amazes me how much man has evolved
Yet, How little he has learned
All around the globe
Millions die of disease and starvation
While the ever so intelligent creature known as man
Spends millions upon millions of dollars every single day
Killing each other
Instead of finding cures for the ill or feeding starving children
Oh sure, we dabble in those efforts
But we are committed to killing each other
Governments all around the globe
Spend most of their money
On their armies
Either to defend or attack
Their enemies
Supposedly, the most intelligent creature on earth
The intellectual creature known as man
If I may go so far
Mans commitment to war and killing
Goes far beyond any one mans term in office
It goes far beyond any one mans lifetime
It goes far beyond any century or any one era
From beginning to end, top to bottom
East to west, north to south
Red, yellow, brown, black or white 
Our commitment to killing each other
Is undeniable
How can a species that is smart enough to split atoms 
Creating weapons that will kill millions
Still be stupid enough to do it?
And now I see on the science channel
That man has now devised the Platonic beam
A beam of light that just disintegrates the target in an instant
At what price you ask?
Well I don’t know but I reckon if we diverted that money
To say solar energy projects
They could probably put a solar energy system
On every home in the world for free
Thus solving the energy crisis
Not to mention food in the icebox and medicine in the cabinet
Because of course when you create such an amazing new weapon
You need an entire new type of ship to deploy it from
Thus is born the next generation of war birds
They jettison into space 
Then go into super afterburner (A jet engine minus oxygen)
Which they said would reach like 20,000 miles an hour
So you could shoot halfway around the world
Disintegrate your enemy
And be home in time for supper
I believe when speaking of politics
It’s not a National Crisis
It’s a Global Epidemic


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Today Is Terrible----

The cracked spine of
the book I dropped
at the call.
A chip in my
windshield left by a
pompous *?#@! in a
red sports car as I
drive to the
service.
Rain expectorating
from an ashen sky as
the dirt is turned.
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
crack in grandma’s
spine from her fall
down the stairs.
The chip in her
amazingly smart mind
after eighteen years
as a teacher.
Tears running,
dripping from my
Mothers ashen face
as she cries “My
mama’s dead.”
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
cracked family
emotions left raw
and empty.
The chip in Grandpas
numb mind at the
gathering… “Where is
Irene she should be
here?”
Faces gone ashen
with dread, do we
leave him numb or
remind him that his
wife is dead?
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
empty silences,
missing the jokes
Grandma used to
crack.
Grandma’s laugh and
her endless smile
which always exposed
that tooth with the
chip in it.
Without her the
world has become
empty, bleak, and
ashen.
Today is terrible.

                   
                   
                   
          Summer
Gratias


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Stuttering life

A stuttering life
a life of being ignored
judged without knowing


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Is the USA Guilty of A God Discrimnation

Is the USA Discriminating Against God? Across this country, is a new form of “elimination.” It’s almost like there’s a “God discrimination.” In the court’s efforts to remove him from our schools… It’s almost like “just about anything” rules! Many get concerned that the cross may be “offensive.” Thereby causing many churches to be “defensive.” It seems like godly morals are a thing of the past. This country is going downhill! And very fast! Traditional marriage has even been torn asunder! So much of the biblical truth has been plundered! Those defending their faith are labeled as “anti this or that.” Just look at the crossroads this country is coming at! If I serve God… Do these words often seem “inflammatory?” Is it God himself, that's become “discriminatory?” Do the words; “In God we trust,” mean anything? Without a Godly foundation, America has lost EVERYTHING! God gave us the Bible. We need this for proper direction. The courts in our land cannot give truthful interpretations! The Constitution or the Bible… Which will set us free? Which actually gives an individual freedom and liberty? We need God. Like we’ve never needed him before! We need his love and forgiveness all across our shores! He invites you to come and know him… Won’t you? He is the Lord God. He will never disappoint you! By Jim Pemberton


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Wisps

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

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


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L. I. F. E. (Living In Fear Everywhere)

L iving 
I n
F ear
E verywhere

Just as we live and just as we die 
We laugh, kill and crucify
We are no more our brothers than we are ourselves 
We are the players 
With the tools and talent of the efficient demise 
Of war, famine and greed 
We do rise
 
Of the ever constant ricochet of freedom in our ears
As we wrap our fallen dead in a shroud of rights, laws and bills 
And continue to improve the technology, the precision 
The assurance of absolute destruction 

Buying death is easy
Dealing is easier 
Survival 
The career choice of many 
A thriving business with prestige and power 
Taking, wanting, hungry for the rush 
So young, so fragile 
Blood is running in the streets 
A seemingly endless fountain of misguided youth 
Falling, one after the other 
So far from the truth 

S  hocked 
A  ngry
D  epressed 

What good has ever come from a gun ?
Why kill ?
Why are we arming our children ?
Our future ?
Are you blind to the fact ?
Do you not hear the sound ?
Do you not see ? 
Do you not care ?
We are killing ourselves 
Stealing each others dreams 
Each others families 
Why pro-create ?
To produce, raise, and nurture more disposable targets ?
Is there another use for guns ? 
1 + 1 = 0
One bullet + one individual = one less reason to care 
We are waging war upon our brothers for money, love and survival 

G  ive 
U  s
N  o
S  anity

All to easy....................
Living In Fear Everywhere 


Eric (and sometimes not)


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Pretty Paper Doll

You scowl in anger as I turn to go,
   Your gemstone eyes so full of jealous heat;
You do not understand, and cannot know
   The thoughts that turn my head and guide my feet.
The image which you have is incomplete,
   And so by definition soon will fall.
Your views are suffocating -- obsolete --
   I will not be your pretty paper doll.

I will not bend my head or stoop down low
   To make myself a mindless slab of meat,
Or let my soul be shaken to and fro
   To lose itself and crouch beneath your seat.
Would you deny my voice to hear the bleat
   Of brainless chatter, just to watch me crawl
To bed and spread my legs beneath your sheet?
   I will not be your pretty paper doll.

An ever-changing wind will come and blow
   Through Winter, Spring, and Summer, in the street;
And restless waters will forever flow,
   Their colors cool, their textures smooth and sweet;
Yet you would change the pulsing, throbbing beat
   Of Life and Love, to answer ev'ry call.
Mistakes made in the past, you would repeat --
   I will not be your pretty paper doll.

Your mental boxes, always stacked and neat,
   Have packed my essence up against a wall.
Take care, my love -- this gypsy heart is fleet;
   I will not be your pretty paper doll.


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Lightning Strikes

lightning strikes
mom's kitty cat
what have I done?


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Lakota

I'm very small
I am called Standing Tall
My story to be read as i live through it all.

Our Dakota lands are forest and vast
Where our ancestors have hunted
From long in the past.

Our tribes are, a confederation of seven
With our language of Lakota, Sioux heaven
We stand proud as we remember our past
And look to our gods, to make it all last.

A silhouette on the prairie hill i see
This shape in the distance is new to me
As we sleep in the night, we hear guns and blows
We arise from our camp, to look for the noise
We creep on the prairie to their surprise
Under the moon, where the land would flow
No longer the Buffalo.

We mount our ponies to challenge these men
What gives them this right to kill and maim
Bodies of beasts, furs cut away
Missing heads, a ghastly slay.

On reaching their camp our bows stretched
Arrows screech, hit the wretched
Watch them fall to the prarie floor
Just like the Buffalo did hours before.

Years have passed as we are moved from our lands
These poisonous men, and their poisonous glands
Bringing illness fever and strife
Ending many a Lakota life.

We reach a point in History
Which made the white man sit up and see
Their Golden Child General George Custer
And the Little Big Horn, my what a disaster.

Arapaho, Cheyenne and us Lakota too
Sliced the Blue Jackets, their Scouts too
The US Cavalry would have their glee
At the Battle Of Wounded Knee
Where Siiting Bull would finally rest
Standing Tall's story last's the test
If we Indians had the same resources
Like the silhouette on the hill
These praries we always had. would be ours still.


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/native-americans.php


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Reality Fraud

Starting to question 
if reality is real
Society seated in a medicine cabinet
so nobody has to feel

The world has convinced the truth to lie
Manufactured tears produced
so no one has to cry
Everyone banking off yesterday's credit
so nobody has to go out and try

Walking plastic seems to be fine
Cowards choosing surgery
to put in a spine

I stay real and continue to live
You sold out  
and refused to give


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My Attractive Brilliant Light

You look so radiant tonight,
You glow just like a brilliant light.

A light that shines so close to me,
Radiating a beauty for all to see.

Amidst a sea of gleaming stars,
I have no desire to look afar.

Your radiance inhibits me to look,
Oh-yes, my attention it quickly took.

Capturing within me a greater need,
That the hours will grow like weeds.

Lasting far beyond this mere-night,
I pray you'll stay within my sight

For now I feel your warmth inside,
Much stronger than my face can hide.

Engrossed, so deeply, I am in you -
Intrigued by all you say and do.

Yes, now my heart implores your light,
To stay with me, forever, as bright.

So you I'll see beyond this night -
As ... My Attractive, Brilliant Light.


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Freedom Vs. War

Freedom: 
Tonight is the night I fill the sky
With pure scents of Jasmine and Anise 
Tonight people shall rest in peace
For no one shall be a worthless spy

War: 
Your dream shall never come true
You are nothing but a shadow on a wall
For you are always in the blue
Even lightning and thunder make you askew
You see, I am the energy people need
I am the one that waters the seed
Without me, the world is nothing
Without me, news will be boring

Freedom: 
Ha! Is that what you think?
People treasure me deep within
For I am their twin
I am there writing ink
Haven’t you heard in what you call “news?”
How many repeat the words of “Freedom of speech?”
Behold those who chanted my name 
Recording the pages of history
Celebrate not you treacherous monster!
For the people shall rejoice once more

War:
I shall never let you destroy what I have built!
Freedom shall never seep into my soldier’s heart!
For they have no wisdom to make them feel guilt
I shall always have smoke ready to start
Until I demolish the sky;
until I see it cry…
The world shall collapse, turning into dust!!
Damage, chaos, and WAR are a must!!!

Freedom:
Today, people might not see me
But, tomorrow everyone is going to be free
I shall plant unison in today’s children
I shall always whisper into their ears
Awaiting the day where I, Freedom, shall become your fear
The day where you shall turn into DUST!!!
A spell shall be cast to banish you away
Nightmares shall haunt you as you play

War: 
Mommy!! You scared me!!!
Look out, Freedom is coming after me!!
HA! What you say is nothing but Fantasies
Fantasies that shall crush you when…
Screams are heard instead of laughter…
Bombing is heard instead of parties…
Thus, I advise you to wipe away every Hope within you
Come, join me, and we shall rule the world…

Freedom:
Never!! Your schemes shall never work on me!!
Enjoy what remains
For it is not more than the ticking of the clock 
That shall wipe out your existence


Though War is one of the physical influences in our world,
People might be delightful mirrors from the outside
And an intruder with a gun deep inside
Never nod your head in agreement to one who seems kind
For in the end, the idea of a friend dies with the wind

Always stand up for yourself and do not Always agree on what it said


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Don' Wanna Bee ‘Roun Ewe Noh Moh

Don’ wanna bee roun ewe noh moh.
Don’ wanna see da trajuhdee dats heded,
At yah doh.
Ewe wuz vary ahful tah mi,
God’s chile. Eye didden doyah nuttin.
’
Yah ‘sposed,  tah bee ah liter rite?
Butt ya playin’ roun  wit da won,
Whooz comin’ bak leyek ah,
Theef en dah nite.

Win yah ain’t treet mi rite,
Yah naglect’d dah powah uv God.
Cuz onlee wit Him ah wuz,
Ovalookin’ wat ewe wuz doin’,
Ta mi fah da harvest ,
Of God’s chirren bein’ edumacated,
Mi yah outrite hated.

Butt dats awrite God-n-eye,
Gon’ win dis feyght.
Ah wheel hav’ victuree cuz ah,
Choze ta spread luv butt ewe,
Choze ta spread mizuhree.

Don’ wanna bee roun ewe noh moh.
Don’ wanna see da trajuhdee dats heded,
At yah doh.
Ewe ramyned mi uv ol’Pharoah,
Hoo woodn’t lett God’s pipahs goh.
Ah didden wanna fase yah awl dose
Otha daze.

Butt God help’d mi leyek God help’d,
Moses speek up tah ol’Pharoah.
God tole Moses tah lett mah pipahs goh.
God telling mi ta tale yah phake  Pharoah
Tah lett mi chirren’s goh.

Ah noh ah hatta bee roun ewe sum moh.
Butt itell bee worfwile, 
Cuz God wantz freedom,
Fah ebbery chile.
Yah hut mi fah alil wile,
Butt we’ll bee at da prahmased lan’,
An out uv yah Egypt.
Cuz fah awl uv uz ta prospa,
Iz God’s plan.

Ansoon we won’ be roun ewe no moh.
Wheel nat laugh leyek yah didaht mi.
Win trajudee nocks aht yah doh.
Wheel helpyah cuz God, 
Wantz uz awl tah bee free.
Frum dah phake phone’ powah,
Uv da enumee.


wrote 6-27-10


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Do You Have Movies And Magazines That Don't Belong In Your Home


I visited a garage sale.  And had a 
surprised look on my face.
I noticed that some things
 were "out of place."

To my right... Was a shelf filled with books.. 
And Christian ones too.
To my left...  Was a sign that read; 
"I have adult movies for you."

I wondered and thought with 
some kind of amazement.
"Does this person read these books. 
 And watch this "entertainment?"

This is common in many Christian homes...
Often...  People cross God's 
"boundaries" and "safety zones."

Anyone can go to church. 
 Pray, sing and "shed a tear."
Not realizing that sin's temptation
 is drawing ever so near.

Do you seek God's holiness and the 
power of Jesus' name?
But each night...  Before bedtime... 
 Things aren't quite the same...

Have you opened up your heart 
and mind...  And live life unfulfilled?
Is this the way you ought to live? 
 Is this what God has willed?

He desires to live inside of you.
  And help you to discover.
With any stronghold in life.  He'll help you to recover!

Are things in life "out of place?"  
And need to be put back together?
Allow God's word to guide you!  
His promises are forever!

Everything will be where it should be...  
With Jesus In control!
Only he can defeat the enemy that 
seeks to destroy your soul!

By Jim Pemberton


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Poetry Soup

Poets sharing their hearts and souls
Openly and honestly with each other
Expressing their deepest feelings
Truly understanding and caring
Rights of others shall be respected
Yearning to offer everything we can

So much variety, the spice of life
Opens many doors of knowledge
Understanding others views on life
Provides us with each others blessings



You know not a day goes by that I
don't feel like I should do more to
show you all how important you are
to me. I love you all and I'm not
ashamed to say when your poems
are sad I cry, when their happy I 
laugh and when they teach I learn.
"Provides us with each others blessings"
Thats what the soup is! Thank you
"Team Poetry Soup", Michael


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as you fall victim to the sand of some unknown hourglass

early morning light
filtered through a whisper of curtains,
she pulls on her stockings 
to cover the bruises
something about the texture 
makes her feel clean again
as if thin-spun nylon
could restore purity
or award her an innocence 
she only half believes lost
somewhere it's still spring
& there, she wakes to soft-lipped revelations
& wordless understanding
rather than the sore spots 
& sense of times rapid loss,
the grain by grain view
of hourglass seconds,
she's grown used to


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you dont know

People think they know you but truth is no one really knows the true you. People always say they know me but do they really? Know one knows the true real me only I know all my secrets and the things I hide and know when I am hiding my emotions. You look at some one and judge them just by the way they look or talk and dress, but do you really know what is going on? People judge me all the time for how I look, how I dress, how I talk, how I act towards people. You can’t just judge some one when you first meet or see them. Why is it that people judge each other? If you just judge people and not get to see the real them you might just miss out on a nice person. Yes I judge people but I at least give them a chance to prove my judgment wrong.


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Pitiable

The likelihood between myself and a beast,
Surpasses my self-grotesque-depiction, at least.
I loath the day I entered this death spiral twirl; 
In this vicious tornado-self-esteem-crawl.
Only one sweetest venom sip it takes,
To make  me  be a slave to the demonic taste.
Enslaved are my legs from knee below,
Enslaved are the thoughts that come too slow.
My body gets so numb that nothing scares my skin,
Capital sins do not feel so full of sin;
I crave to do what is forbidden still,
To speak the cruelest things I have an itching will.  
The street light comes to me in rainbow colored streams,
I love the way my mind feels reality like dreams.
I am both wide awake and sound asleep;
I laugh at nothing and I truly weep;
With passion, my blood makes love to wine,
My neurons are crushed grapes on the body’s vine. 


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Fearless,Speechless,Sinless And

I have nothing tangible to do,
that`s why I`m writing this,
which makes me jobless.

Even though I like to speak on 
behalf of many indigents and unknowns,
making me the voice of the voiceless.

I believe in struggle for survival,
working day and night to better the lots of others,
making me selfless and restless.

I don`t care whether my ways or 
words are painful or not,
which make me heartless.

In the face of adversity,
I cannot remain motionless,
this makes me fearless.

A wingless insect that I am,
feeding on the stems and roots of flowers,
I am ruthless.

I don`t like ice-creams that are creamless or
soup that is spiceless;
the two to me are tasteless,
Am I making any sense?
Don`t tell me that I`m senseless.

Sometimes my pen writes on its own without me,
pouring out its venom on paper,
Oh!the ink is fading...fading out slowly,
Gush! my pen is inkless,making me speechless.

Our love for each other is ceaseless;
as I sit on this armless chair on a sleepless
night gazing at the blue flowerless vase;
I become thoughtless.

Nonetheless,I`m still faithless,for I have no 
single faith in our political system or leaders.

The bond between I and my pen is endless.
We are both sinless, as  we escape the
bottomless pit and timeless ignorance.


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holokauston Page 1 of 2

Around that table, picture the scene
Self appointed leaders if you know what I mean
What were the topics on the Agenda that day
The Jewish race is about to pay

Who gave the right for this decision that's made
Who has the right to cleanse and degrade
To decide who lived, to decide who dies
Another chapter, I still wonder why

They came in the day they came in the night
Women and children pulled out of sight
Herded aboard like cattle and sheep
Many a family awoke from their sleep

Dazed and confused as they are taken away
Where will they be at the end of the day
From their warm houses and their warm beds
What must be going through their heads

As they travel through days and through the night
Up ahead, they see lots of lights
They depart the trucks and board the train
Their faces scared under the strain

Asking questions from family and others
Generations, sisters and brothers
Why are we here, where are we going
Windowless carriages with no way of knowing

We come to a stop, soldiers aplenty
Towers and wire, topped with sentries
What can this place be they have taken us to
As we head to large gates as they shuffle us through

Families separated, herded in file
Women and children, not one did smile
Taken to rooms where our heads were shaved
Is this the way humans behaved

Clothes discarded, as we enter the shower
No signs of water no signs of power
Doors slammed as we are all crammed in
History will recall this evil of sins

As we stand in the dark, chanting Jewish faith
Can hear the voices can't see the face
Noises above, do the showers start
The event has begun that tells us Humans apart

Questions and sighs, as walled vents show daylight
Some thing is falling then their slammed tight
A strange aroma starts to fill the air
As all around are screams of despair

Twenty minutes have passed and the quietness is rife
Two thousand people, two thousand lives
Pellets called HCN, or Hydrogen Cyanide
Contribute to this Genocide


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


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death of a cat

the season I turned eleven
was the season that I died
there'd been blood betrayal and famine
and I thought I had survived

my neighbor killed my kitten
and for that I could not cry
my mother went to handle it
told me to stay inside

i sat poised in an armchair
trying to calm my mother down
while I could feel nothing
we knew she'd made him drown

the woman was a laundress
washed other people's clothes
didn't like the stink of pig sties
it offended her frail nose

the wash-board on the right side
where the pigs did have their homes
was the one she always gave me
like the left one was her own.

only when a pig was hanging
would she demand to trade
i'd wash next to a hog's corpse
a choice could not be made.

then one day I got angry
and I dared to move her clothes
i moved them to the right side
as the rage inside me rose

the woman tapped my window
and said your cat is dead
it was two days before Christmas
she roused me from my bed

there was display of feeling
tears could not be be shed

gray fades to black
hello sadness my old friend


                                                     12/11/06



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Songs of Midweek

A moment between heaven
and earth
      wrapped in angel hair
            twinkly starlight
muted
      wondering . . .
gifted so with uncommon perception
from above
      heart left there
on poetic earth without care
oh master of pen and ink
      do you blink


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Whispers

I once heard a saying,
that the happiest people are the saddest
Shining because they’ve seen the darkest
Like the lotus that grows out of mud
Or the rotting stump that bears a bud..

You never know what troubles the mind
So be careful with words unkind
The glowing person just beside you
Could be a crumbling ruin behind the hairdo
 Most people struggle everyday
Souls burdened with decay..

I guess it takes a lot of courage
To act normal with that damage
Hard to believe that under the surface
Lives a soul with no purpose
A cry for help won’t be any crisper
Listen to the their inner whisper..


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Journey of Life

It takes years to create,
Even one considered to be tame.
Still to this date,
There are no two that are the same.
Like a picture show,
That is incomplete.
Destiny in tow,
The journey of life will one day meet.
Throughout this single event,
We will have experiences of both good and bad.
We learn to circumvent,
Then cherish the good times had.
At no time is it ever jaded,
Nor is it fake.
It is never to be evaded,
This is a journey we all must take.


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Knock, Knock!

Knock, Knock!
Who is it that goes there,
It is me; I am in your air,
And a deep root we share.

Knock, Knock!
What on Earth do you want?
It is me, the one they daunt.
But you and I have to jaunt.

Knock, Knock!
Would you just go far away?
It is me, and forever I’ll stay.
I ‘m here giving you the way.

Knock, Knock!
Why must you keep bothering me?
Because you are one of me and see.
I have come to set souls totally free.

Knock, Knock!
Have you not been here a time or two before?
Yes it is me; I will always knock at your door.
You’ve buried me alive deep inside your core!

®Registered: Ann Rich 2008


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Under God Is Given A Nation's Birth

From the greenest acres of laden wood
The painted asphalt of a future's path
In breathless moments of events withstood
Upon the virtue of Jehovah's wrath
Founded a nation in united task
Brought forth the torrent souls of righteous gain
The restless embodied from shackle's drain
Grasped upon the mountains of western earth
Spoke forth the sound of Man's forsaken name
Under God is given a nation's birth.
.
   Evils carried from past down times of old
As the horse pulled coach acquires new ground
The loot of war traded for food and gold
Twenty souls to work for free in Jamestown
Honored men and women of darkened brown
Though freedoms hide in masks of truths bestowed
A new age ends the era, quid-pro-quo
As pennies now define a man his worth
A right tiptoes in by D' Angelo
Under God is given a nation's birth.
.
   Prosperity of a nation divides
The father's musket lays his son to rest
Here within, rises the Jekyll and Hyde
As the babe has bitten the mother's breast
It is what pleases you that we detest
Sounds off the blood of the servitude man
We shall fight you now if even by hand
No more are we twopence halfpennyworth
We all are God's image since time began
Under God is given a nation's birth.
.
   In wondrous acres of built city wood
Ushering in an equal common good
Where all men glimmer the strength of the earth
Judged not by color or value or worth
The dawn brings light of a life understood
Under God is given a nation's birth.

     By: Darren J McMurray
           January 20, 2009


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I'm So Thankful That Christ Saved Me


I’m So Thankful That Christ Saved Me!

I’m so thankful that Christ chose to save me!
I’m grateful for the life that he gave me!

I’m so thankful for extending his warm embrace!
And for planting my life on a solid place!

I’m so thankful for all that God is doing!
His spirit in my life is what he is renewing!

I’m thankful for the opportunity to be 
one of his own!
I ask for his blessing in my life
 and home!

I’m forever grateful for his sacrifice
 on the cross!
He is my hope!  When all seems
 hopeless and lost!

Thank you my Lord for being so gracious to me!
You have given me your grace abundantly!

Thank you Jesus for being my friend!
How I love you again and again!

You are the one that I cherish and adore!
You’ve given me hope and peace 
and so much more!

By Jim Pemberton    


Details | I do not know? | |

I am, I am

As I close my eyes And I think of tomorrow The whole worlds in my thoughts It's my given test to absorb it's sorrow It will know I am here As I am different from others My task is to intake The other of others As to where I am from Only time will allow I have been here before Far from beyond the Plough I am of an age Which is why I am here This Highlander Semaj From a different world sphere Your wars are recorded Far Galaxies know Of your human trait Your histories have shown Only time will tell As your worlds nations progress To do what's right And do what's best From beyond the Plough Lie worlds unknown For you to go there You will have to prove you have grown . http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-10.php


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THESE LIPS ARE TO COLD TO KISS

Time, is combined, in my mind.
Tragedy trickles to nowhere,
And now this pain I bare.
Seeing you for your worth,
Hearing you are only earth.
Killing, and filling, this feeling.
Lame, losers look like you.
Now this heart you threw,
Up on, and left the mess.
So this is progress?
Torture, under, this blur.
Blindsided by big, bountiful, beams,
That left me in shattered dreams.
Never thought I could catch this,
Because these lips are to cold to kiss.


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Egg-stravaganza Of Emotions

Your love scrambled my heart as if it were a three egg omelet
  
 Breaking the shell of my soul till it crumbled 
  
 I am trying so hard just to forget 
 
 My inner self tumbled, bumbled 
 
 I felt shuffled 
  
 I feel ruffled 
  
 I would rather baste than forget 
  
 Or fry if our times you regret 
  
 My love muffled 
 
 My emotions coupled 
  
 Left with no appeal 
  
 Spending time, letting my soul heal 


Details | Free verse | |

High School Sharks

I can already hear the whispers
Before I open the door
Walking down the corridor
Fluorescent lights beam down
Illuminating, my faults
                                                    “Look at her, she think she’s bad, doesn’t she?”

High heels clicking on linoleum tiles
Hips waving regardless of assaults 
Lips uncurled into a blank expression
"How the hell am i going to get through this hall
without slappingone of them?"
Head up, eyes open but unseeing the ugliness of it all
It happens everyday

“I can’t believe all those guys like her, what the hell do  they see in her?”
			“She’s just another whore”
		      “I heard she’s not as smart as they say she is”
“I knowww, she probably slept with the teacher to get into the A.P classes”
     “Yeah, that’s the only way, there’s not possibility of her having a brain,"               
                                                       "she’s too cute”
                              “She’s not that cute you know”
                                                  “she’s probably just easy, all of those pretty girls are”
                 “I wonder where she got all her clothes, probably from the 99cent store”
             “nah, too good for the 99Cent store, she probably stole it, stupid Mexican”
    “Haha, I know, she’s so poor, I bet she stole that  purse too, it’s too nice for her”
          “She’s so straight-edge, tree-hugging, boy-friend stealing, attention hog..”
                                                     “Stupid ugly slut”

Oh PLEASE, they don't even know me
Lord, spare me from these Barbie clones
That spawn over generations
Bleach blonde hair
With purses as big as their bodies
Hollow heads with a button nose

These, Sharks, beady eyed, immense jaws yawning
Try to eat victims alive
In a single gulp
Flock together like vultures mercilessly to consume
Girls worthy of attention
Blood-thirsty villains
Disgustingly morose

I laugh when I hear them whispering
Their attacks
Are bent on bending 
Twisting reflections in the mirror
When really, it’s beautiful
Inside and Out
I know what I am and could care less
About what they think
                                                                                       Jealously..
Is flattery, 
Keep talking about me, your making me                                    Famous
Movie Star Status, I have what they                                                           Want 

I let them feed on my inner glow
It’s what attracts them, you know
Until they get so full of me
That they
EXPLODE

 


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Death comes to an Old Man

An old man, worn and wearied by the toils of life, 
stood alone in a darkened hallway, 
each wall hung with brightly lit paintings. 
He walked by the Mona Lisa, and as he passed 
he knew the reason for her smile. 
He paused before Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt, 
and the air seemed to be sweetly scented with the heavy perfume of roses, which pulled at his soul with soft, wraithlike arms.
He stopped.
The world seemed to shrink away from him,
dissolving into nothingness.
Before him was Van Gogh's "Starry Night"
Its yellow paint looked wet, vivid.
The blue rippled as the colours swirled
together, hypnotizing; the old man transfixed
by their mesmerizing beauty 
as he was swept up into their whirling splendor,
leaving the blue-shadowed hallway silent and empty,
as the pale stars wavered on in cold brilliance


Details | Lyric | |

Borderline's Wreckage

I'm Agonizing every Word that my mind Creates You've done this all to me release your wrath to Me You wonder How much a Human Heart can take I've reached the limit You've invaded me on every level none of this is Mine anymore I can't bleed enough for You We're through This, This Torture Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You Feel Free to abuse If it's you I won't lose The Winds push away The Vines pull forth I'm at a lose on what to do So very lost and Confused Don't say we're through Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You I Hate you ...Don't leave me I push you so far away But need you so close I'm on the edge you're all I really need I'll do anything Just don't Abandoned me leaving has it's toll Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You


Details | I do not know? | |

Can You See Me?

Mommy can you see me?
I can bounce really high!
Maybe with some bouncy shoes
I can visit you in the sky!
I'm seven years old now Mommy.
You've been gone about a year.
I can't wait to see you Mommy, 
and your memories are near.

Mommy can you see me?
Oops- I failed another test.
But I remembered what you told me
and I tried my very best.
I'm ten years old now Mommy.
You've been gone about four years.
I really miss you Mommy,
and I wish you were here.

Mommy can you see me?
Dad went off on me again.
I slit my wrists to ease the pain, 
I have scars all over my skin. 
I'm fourteen years old now Mommy, 
you've been gone about eight years. 
Who are you anyways Mommy?
Thanks a lot for leaving me in tears...

Mommy can you see me?
I'm so glad I finally changed!
In accepted Jesus like you once did
so my life could be rearranged.
I'm sixteen years old now Mommy, 
you've missed the past ten years.
But I'll see you in heaven Mommy, 
and that helps me fight my fears. 


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DaddyTold Me Song on CD

In life to get by, I really do try, very hard to live by,
the old fashioned ways, of how my daddy lived his days,
He often told me not to lie, and when he caught me, it made me cry,
and I still remember him say, son you'll be ok, tomorrow's another day,

Then daddy told me about the war, the first time he wrecked a car,
and of how it made him cry, when some of his friends died,
Then we looked up in the sky, and the whole world felt like ours,
staring high up in  the sky, I just wished that we could fly,

Being young, I asked dad...why?...why do people have to die?
Then I heard him sigh....and say....my oh my oh my,
and he looked me in the eye,
as I yearned for his reply:

Son, people are dying without....and dying within,
with no way out.....hunger starves a friend...
Death is much about, bloody wars that never end...
The whole world, no doubt, suffers from serious sin,

Then we looked high up in the sky, suddenly a shooting star went by,
and the whole world felt like ours, as daddy told me about the stars,
Then I listened to him say, son...tomorrow and everyday...
let nothing stand in your way, and you'll succeed in life....OK.


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Quit That Tapping

like the raven 
who taps taps upon 
your chamber door
do not fret my Virginia
for it's my shadow
moving across the floor
this is what I'm telling you my darlin
and nothing more

beneath lattice
I still call your name
come to me virginia
come hear the tap tap 
upon your chamber door
for only you my love 
I surrender and never more

wind howls in blanket snows
here I stand so all alone
broken hearted and misconstrued
my Virginia who lies under stars and moon
just a tap tap upon your chambers door
tis I and nothing more

tales of hidas truth
blackbird sings harps cords
just like the tap tap upon your chambers door
my sweet Virgina whom I adore
for there'll be love waiting and nothing more

as I lay right next to you in this tomb
I counted only seven who have even knew
the times of this raven who 
tapped tapped upon your chambers door
twas only I and will be never more


Tribute To Edgar Allen Poe
And His Young Bride Virginia
Also To His Poem The Raven


Details | I do not know? | |

They Think They Know

People say that they know,
Then she asks them is that so?
Do you know how I feel?
Do you measure every meal?
What it's like to take a shot,
At 7 o'clock on the dot?
You don't know a single thing,
Of the girl with a broken wing.
She's limited on her food,
Which puts her in a real foul mood.
When her blood sugar suddenly drops,
She all of a sudden flips and flops.
She can't even stand up strait, 
She thinks that she might actually faint.
You people think you understand, 
The most you can do is lend a hand.
Diabetes is no joke,
She can't even have a single coke.
She and her mom worry every day,
They wonder if she'll be okay.
Her bloodsugar can drop really low,
She can instantly become a real big foe.
It can even go really high,
She swears that it can reach the sky.
So for the people that say they know,
I ask them now, is that so?


Details | I do not know? | |

What If

Hey people why you listen to the people that don’t matter. You all get mad when the talk 
sh&t and when they put you down. Why do you think they continue to do it? It is because 
they get a reaction out of you and it drives them to get more. They feel like they have 
control over you and they are your masters and its pathetic. I’m not innocent no one is. 
Everyone does it either because they have had it done to them or because they feel like 
they have to be noticed. I’ve realized if you just laugh and completely ignore them you will 
have a better life and it will make life out to be better then what you thought it could ever 
be.  I know I can’t say I’m fully able to ignore everyone but it’s a process I have made a lot 
of progress and I have learned I am a lot happier and feel way better when I just laugh or 
walk away. If people actually stopped and didn’t say anything and laughed about it more 
people would stop bullying. I know it’s very hard to believe me and it’s a process I think 
everyone needs to take. Who are they to judge you? You are the only one who needs to 
accept you for you. If you can’t accept what you are and what your personality is without 
being embarrassed about it you can’t live with anyone else. If you stop right now and think 
about all of the times you retaliated and said something back at the person that was 
bothering you did it get better or did it get worse and ay what if I don’t say anything maybe I 
won’t get angry and maybe they will leave me alone. If you can take the first step even 
though it is the hardest one there is to take you will have a better outlook on life and 
yourself and you will be happier then you could ever imagine.  I don’t care who you are if 
you will only make the first step the next steps are a lot easier and you will learn to live life 
to the fullest and it will make you have more friends and you will have a better life style and 
you will have more fun instead of always being mad and sad and depressed. If everyone in 
the world would just take that one fateful step it would make all of the difference.


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The Mayan Declared

The year is 2025 I have come back to my past To witness the Mayans Who said Earth would not last 2012 Was the year they declared That the planet we knew Could never be spared An Asteroid shower We could never comprehend Sends this heaven to hell In catastrophic spend The first to hit Was the daddy of them all Our axis twisted The human race in fall Just of Madagascar In the Indian Ocean It's where it all started That set our demise in motion Tsunami waves Like giant tower blocks Swamped Indonesia As Polynesia rocked The force of impact Reverberated west On the Canary Islands A dormant volcano so reft It's massive mountain side Into the Atlantic slipped To the eastern seaboard Of the United States it shipped A second Tsunami Half the world long Would submerge the east Taking the weak and the strong The second to hit Hit a place struck before Tunguska in Russia Receives another sore Daylight turns to night As earth meets our skies Fallout from the reactors In shattered demise Radiated clouds Eventually filter down Leaving bleeding lacerations As we humans death drown Smaller asteroids Some just a few hundred feet Around the world they were marvelled Until they meet their greet The place where I stand now Was Yosemite National Park Now dark ridges of black So bare and stark It's been many many years Since the sun shone through the screen When I close my eyes I remember When the earth was lush and green How many of us survived Will we ever know Was this in our destiny I think all around me, now shows


Details | Rhyme | |

The unknown life we lead.

The life that I lead is unknown to me,

How can this be? you ask me,

Well you see I live in a land that is free.


Details | Senryu | |

Unshackled Souls

Uplifting the soul
Pay tribute to saving lives
Not shackling those in need



Details | Verse | |

The Quick Fix

Give us the quick fix
The easy way out
A heady dose of
Instant gratification
And we'll forget about 
The intellectual annihilation
Of sixty second news 
On BBC Three
Then prime-time karaoke
From deadbeats on ITV


Details | I do not know? | |

God's Plan

All I can do is wonder. 
I'll never really know. 
OI'll never get to hug her, 
and she'll never see me grow.
When I wake up tommorrow, 
this nightmare won't be gone.
I'll never have what I took for granted, 
a chance to know my Mom. 

I know I shouldn't cry, 
because that won't bring her back.
It doesn't make up for the emptiness
or the love that I lack.
I'm almost grown up now.
I did it all by myself.
But I can't help but wish
I could be like everyone else.

I'm excluded from some "special bond"
and memories to be shared.
When all I ever asked for
was to have someone who cared.
The tearstains on my pillow
outnumber memories.
The only way I know her
is to see her in my dreams.

Daddy said she loved me,
but God called her home.
I don't know why he took her, 
the only Mom I'd ever known.
I guess he has a hidden plan, 
a reason I can't see.
I'm waiting for it to come together
and work out okay for me. 

I hope I'll understand some day
just what God has in mind. 
So no matter how much I miss my mother
I'll follow God's plan and be alright.


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The End

I can't bear it anymore..
Waiting for people to arrive
Expecting the world to tend to me
Hoping the world will just fall into my hands
Continuing my laziness and procrastination
People liking me and not knowing why
Wishing instead of taking action
Lacking skills I need to make my life successful
Living in a home with no peace or privacy
Pretending I'm someone I wish I could be
Drawing pieces that fail in competition
Writing random lines of complaints 
Feeling the need for pity
Being a hypocrite..

Do I try harder?
I've grown too accustomed to laziness
Do I wait or at least TRY to take action?
I don't have the motivation or the power
Am I just making excuses?
I probably just need to quit complaining
Am I too paranoid?
I just care about my life unlike the rest
Do I continue?
I can't continue in sanity
What can I do?
I'm too confused to know

Where can I scream?
Where can I relax?
Where is there peace?
When will the suffering stop?
What is wrong with me?
How did I get this way?
Who is really there for me?
How can I just escape?

Too many questions!
STOP!!!!
..


Details | Free verse | |

Skipping Stone

I was just thinking of my memories
The good, bad the happy and sad
The ones I wish I could forget
But never will
The ones I wish I could remember
But never can
The people I have loved and lost
My memories are full of people who shared my dreams
But found themselves lost in my nightmare
Though the nightmare was no less
Than a dream in itself  
As a stone skips across the water
Sometimes the emptiness overwhelms me
As the memories are close enough for me to taste.
Yet forever out of reach
Lost in the darkness created by my addictions
For my memories were too much to bear
And I just had to forget
The guilt of my own shame
And I was so confused that I thought the needle
Was taking away my pain
When it was the very thing that created it
As a stone skips across the water 
I ask of you dear Lord 
What am I to be?
He replied, “Mike you are the stone skipping out to me”
I don’t know exactly what that means
But I reckon someday I will
Until then all I can say
The Lord and I are skipping still
For everyday is a memory and tomorrow is a dream
And I am just a simple stone skipping down the stream


Details | Haiku | |

A Gaga Gadfly

a gaga gadfly 
on a water buffalo
touch me not, i rule


Details | I do not know? | |

The needle stings but sews

Grandmother sits in her rocking chair 
nearly as old as she 
ragged patches of scrap spread across her lap. 

She tells stories from her eighty years of senescence, 
of faces now aged, some no longer bound by this earth 
as though they were still enjoying the blessings of youth- 
as fresh in her mind as the daisies and buttercups I picked for her this morning 
and placed beside her chair; 
its occasional accompanying squeaks affirming her words from time to time.


She did not know then that she was sewing two blankets for me; 
weaving quilts of words 
from patterns of memories 
patching good times to bad 
making one smooth blanket of emotions. 


The needle stings-it's true 
but only so little by comparison 
to the warmth it provides


Details | Rhyme | |

From The Time After God's Creation


From The Time After God's Creation… From the time after God’s beautiful creation… Between man and God… Sin has caused a separation! When God looked down upon all of mankind. Fellowship with man was what he had in mind! We were all created to bring honor to his name. But sin has brought much wickedness and shame! Sin has created an enormous “moral cavity.” Mankind has reached an “immoral depravity!” Through God’s son, a way has been made. His life for yours, on Calvary, was paid! Though mankind sinned, God didn’t forget us! Jesus is here right now! He never left us! Through Christ’ blood, our lives can be cleansed! A new life in Christ is where victory begins! Won’t you come to the Lord who created you? It is no secret how much he loves you! Won’t you come? Why there’s still time? God has a purpose and a plan with you in mind! His grace and love can change you throughout! Knowing Jesus is what true life is all about! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Quatrain | |

Who is Actually out There

Who is actually out there That the multitudes believe What religion is really there That they all see How many are actually out there That makes them all believe What religions are actually out there That they all see and believe How do they know they are there What have they seen that they believe All their religions they say that are out there That have never ever been seen So many scripts and fables Passed down through the times Passages from village elders Etched and changed their minds Do believers look back even further To well over two thousand years When the village elders decided To suppress, enhance their fears Do believers go back even further When the land produced their gods Volcanoes, lightning and thunder Became their staff, their rod As I return from beyond the dark On travels that you can't comprehend Others actually know where you came from If told would send you round the bend All that you believe in Was passed down through the years The elders of human history Suppressed you, to contain your fears . http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-6.php


Details | Rhyme | |

Humanity

Humans, we equal different hues, sizes, beliefs,
we all face challenges, we are all cut and then bleed.
Rather than focus on the political views of those who have and 
those who knot,
with put hands together, we must form a knot,
not one that reflects riches and money and idol gods,
not a knot full of violence and racism and phony nods.
Our land, we share, whether sepaprated by gates or 
slates or
signs that state,
prime real estate.
Humans, we are, gifted, full of potential and skill,
examining our flaws, marching for those who are ill,
understanding education, some not quite reaching,
children in need of so much yet have no one teaching.
Where is our village?
The understanding that what affects one affects us all?
The belief in accomplishments? The outline of goals?
We have to join hands, as to not allow mankind to die,
we have to hum unity before the world fails to exist for you and I.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Boot-Legged Mama '

Mama and Daddy was always Love-Dovey
She is His Sweetheart – He is Her Honey
First Love… Real Love  -  Forever True
Pa… I Pray to find A Man Like You…

Daddy Laughed and Put His Arm Round My Shoulder
And Said, “I’ll Tell You Somethin’, Now You’re Older
It’s got to do with Your Mother’s Fame
And Why I gave Her, The Nickname…

               … Boot-Legged Mama

                  Boot-Legged Mama
Blue-jean Shorts and Vintage Tony Lama
Walked thru the Door… of A Liquor Store
… Packaged so Pretty… Pa Just had to Pour

               … Boot-Legged Mama

Ma… Was there, to get 6-packs for A Party…
Pa… Was there, ‘cause of a Taste for Bacardi
He took One Look and Knew He Couldn’t Waste Her
Pa… Gave-up ‘Drank’… Just so He Could Chase her !

Dad, Said, ‘He’d Drowned in Dark-Eyes and Sweet-Aroma
Fine-Wine, Crystal… But Tuff’ Nuff’ to Down-Drama
Pa Claims, Mama’s Labeled by the F.D.A.
And Listed on Her Driver’s License is,  A.K.A.  …

               … Boot-Legged Mama

                  Boot-Legged Mama
 Genuine Woman, Who Made Him Wanna’
Take Her to be His Lawful Moonshine
… Married at Midnight – ‘cross The County-Line

               … Boot-Legged Mama

Alcohol’s in Trauma;  and Prohibition Told Her:
"Boot-Legged Mama… Done Drove Pa Sober !"
Now, Homemade-Hooch… is His Acquired Taste
180 Proof… Kicked All Over His Case !

Right Then, Mama Flowed into The Room
Pa, Teased and Said, “Still Full-Bodied and Perfumed !
Ma Hugged Us, then Handed Me – Old Boots and A Dress…
    (and good advice)… “Go Git’ My Elliot Ness…

               … and be a Boot-Legged Mama!

( Hey !... Did I Hear Somebody, In A Country Drawl ….
          Order Up A Bottle of Kicking Alcohol !
         Well, Here She Is… Y'all ! ...
                  Boot-Legged Mama ….

Well John (Moses) Freeman... You Said You Needed
Somethin' :)  to Read tonight, before kicking up your
heels...  Well, Here It Is (Have Fun - Son)

MoonBee 

 (Thank You For All Your Wonderful Comments
Now, I Can't Get Thru The Door for My Ego.. (Smile)


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Diversity

Distinct tones paint our skins,
eyes per chance not set the same.
Strange sounds oft gush forth
As we tongue another's name.

Differing tenets fill our heads,
Our origin is sundry places.
Yet in these times of crises,
Americans, having divergent faces.

I'm indebted to the heroes,
To God and country in which I live.
For those who grieve our fallen,
For still others, who unselfishly give?

Today as I survey old glory,
flying at half-mast a sky.
I observe black billowing smoke,
'Amongst a dampened eye

As I consider Cadavers yet unfound,
Neath terrorist strewn debris.
I know our world will not exist,
As previously seen by me.


Details | I do not know? | |

Warren

A guilty secret kept within,
Hurt but show no pain.
Losing out to someone else,
Carry on the game.

Trying all to make things right,
Neglecting all i wish.
Taking risks in pleasing others ,
Passing what i miss.

Saying inside i just dont care,
Knowing that i do.
Why do i have to feel so much,
So much more than you.

If only i had answers to the questions in my head,
In hindsight i would change so many things that i have said.

I sit here slowly getting drunk,
Do i really give a damn ?
The problem is i know i do,
Before i would of ran.

"Just live life from day to day" i tell to those that ask,
A hypocrite is what i am,
A man within a mask.

You read these words with sympathy and look at me with pain,
Thinking you relate to me ,
But no one is the same.

Everyone has had their hurt,
Dont think i cannot see.
All these feelings in my soul,
Its here i hate to be.

All i long for,
All i want ,
Is a day when i can smile.
Close my eyes contented,
All is right for all the while.

I know inside this day will come,
In later life or near.
Everyday im waiting,
Every setback building fear.

I long to talk with someone who i know will understand,
But i dont think such a person can exist in all the land.

I sometimes glimpse a happiness ive had,
But not the same.
The happiness im longing for to take away my pain.

All the times i've given in and felt nothing but rain,
I know one day i'll get there,
For now i'll carry on the game.


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Listen

I LISTENED ONCE TO THE BIRDS IN THE SKY
ITS SOFT AWAKENING
I LISTEN NOW
DELEUDED SHRIEKS FROM THE PIERCING LIGHT

I LISTENED ONCE TO THE WINDS
IT’S CHIMES TINKLES WITH THE MORNING DEW
I LISTEN NOW
HOWLS OF PAIN TEAR AT MY SKIN

I FELT ONCE THE GLORY OF THE SUN
BATHING PEACEFULLY IN ITS WARMTH
I FEEL NOW
INESCAPABLE FIRE THAT TORTURES MY SOUL

I FELT ONCE THE AIR THAT I BREATHE
FEELING ALIVE
I FEEL NOW
SUFFOCATION OF POLLUTION

I LISTENED ONCE TO THE SONG OF THE CITY
I LISTEN NOW TO ITS FUNERAL MARCH


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Ghosts Forgotten

This one’s for the addicts in the street
Their poor souls corrupted by the disease
They’ve been where life and death meet
When they are crying down upon their knees

They stare at the laughing people in coffee shops
Wondering how their days ended up so black and rotten
Conniving to get what they need and fleeing the cops
They were normal people only to be ghosts forgotten

If only they could be strong and try to move on
They could find a way to obtain a fresh start
But sadly most of them are already too far gone
It has nothing to do with being dumb or smart

That’s what this disease can do to anyone
And it’s not because they don’t love or don’t care
Sometimes addiction has just simply won
I know all of this because I was once there

I was once a thief, a liar, and a loser
And I’m not proud of the awful things I’ve done
I was a hopeless substance abuser
But a new and wonderful life for me has begun

And honestly the cravings still come for me
They whisper in my ear and try to drag me back down
The temptation will come and it will always be
You just have to fight for your own golden crown

If you have a loved one struggling with addiction
Keeping fighting, don’t give up on them ever again
If you do you will only be aiding in their conviction
Of a long and painful life of despair until their end

If they finally grow strength and try to get clean
Don’t let your hopeful heart collapse
When they fall back into a relapse
That is what happens, despite what you ween

This is a subject I write about a lot
Only because I’ve been through it all
And the lesson that I’ve been taught
Wasn’t learned in a school or study hall

I was about to lose everything I held so dear
My girlfriend, my friends and my mother
Hell, I did lose something dear, my brother
But I woke strength inside and faced my fear

Don’t let your fond memories turn to cotton
Keeping trying and support your ghost forgotten

Remember the ghosts forgotten


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Life Is Too Short

Life is too short to be worrying about he said she said
It only starts problems and drama and the fire soon starts to spread
Yet the truth never unrolls its self like a spool of thread
And the results are friendships and relationships start to crumble and mold like a loaf of bread

People are so caught up in making and believing all the lies
It’s like they get a high for telling all the lies
What do people think they get the Noble Prize?
You have people looking at you asking why
Why do people like making people cry
Who are you trying to be in disguise?
In reality here is some advice
Liars, fakes, cheaters, abusers, and wanna bes are nobodies in real peoples eyes 

So lets break away from all the hate
There is no reason to discriminate
To walk the beat of your own drum is a skillful trait
Everyone is different like a car license plate
Its okay to be always changing like a discount rate

People need to realize in there is a due date
You never know when it is, so don’t wait
Live your life to the greatest rather it be with or without fate
This may lead to a debate
Yet if everyone could come together, we could all cross home plate
Moral to life, is that it is too short
Practice and play hard like it is a sport
Pretend that you are living on a resort
And everyone you come across is like a friend of some sort
We all need to be escorts
And treat everyone with love, respect, and kindness like it’s our last resort
Now let’s end this on a good report 
And stop all the hate and negativity and start giving some support 

Any thoughts or comments?


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Fourteen

It's not easy being 14,
I should know.
And falling in love is harder to believe.
Most people think you're a kid,
even when you don't.
Everything is really not what it seems.
Living this life,
just means following your dreams.
Oh, 14 is the life,
you live will be most memorable.
People will catch you when you fall.
Even if you stumble it's ok,
you're only 14.
Don't worry about it,
it'll come someday.
Being 14,
wow life goes by fast!
Sometimes you get a second chance
to think things over,
remember what's good,
and follow your heart.
Do what you have to do.
Show people the real you.
Yeah,
You'll make mistakes,
but that's what life's all about.
You're only 14.
Don't rush.
Life's gonna come sooner than you think.
At first,
It all might be too much.
But you're a strong girl.
Don't get down over all those little things.
Prepare yourself for your future,
but take life all in.
You can miss it very easily.
Being 14,
well, for now,
that's me!!








This is dedicated to all those 14 year old girls out there that have been through alot..I've 
been there and I just wanted to give some advice :)


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In the Shallows

           I bent over to touch my toes
               and the ground tore open like a backbone.

I tried to feed myself the sky;
to splice my tearducts into the universe 
so that, when the pavement cried, it would mean something to me.
My fingernails punctured that slimy membrane
congealed with stars, 
and I brought a slice of it to my lips,
hot and slippery like a jellyfish.
Peach juice, chalky-sweet, flowed,
fleshy particles snagged in my teeth,
and the colors erupted within my mouth.

Synthesia took over my lungs.
The hollows between my knuckles flooded with synovia
and all the ectoplasm threatened to separate from my cells
with a sound like thunder.
Diphthong tasted rusty like leukoplakia as it tiptoed across my tongue.
Tomorrow rose like the skeletons of trees, 
groping for a feeling similar to catharsis
[catharsis tender as the broken wings of doves,
crunching underfoot like shattered glass.]

The clouds opened their thunderous maws
- teeth snicker-snacking, lamplight-eyes flaming the color of E#'s -
and consumed me.
I felt my skin turn to something other than skin:
thick and rough with scales,
my fingerprints melting into something waxen, smooth and opaque,
like pomegranate kisses on coffee mugs.
A feeling ignited deep in my structure;
cedillas blossoming like lilies from my lips,
fragmented sentences stretching taut as guitar strings
between my thumb and forefingers.  
A flutter gentle and demonic as Calcifer erupted from my system
- splattering hot and frothing into my hand -
and fluid rushed in.

   I dared to taste oblivion,
       and the sky swallowed me. 

My lungs failed to be lungs.
They flooded with caustic matter,
and I coughed up reflections sharp as fiberglass;
fighting with organs phthisical and sore.
I struggled to find a way to describe it:
the feeling of consuming something greater than yourself,
of opening your eyes and tasting the sound of rain.
It was like swimming, 
but inside out.

            I bent over to touch my toes,
              and my spine tore open;
            the loose laces unraveling, veterbrae poking out
          like the tines of forks.
            I tried to contort myself into the beginning,
              but I only found where I end.


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ABOUT FISH OR SOMETHING

Something WONDERFUL there is
Being a big fish in a big stream

BUT!

Being a little fish in a big stream?
One gets swallowed up

How about
Being a big fish in a little stream?
Hell YES!

BUT!

When one is a little fish in a little stream

OR

When one is a little fish in a big stream

He/she
Turns to religion
Generally


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Emotional Bruise

Emotionally pinched
bruises the mind
blinds the eye from seeing
internal scars still bleeding
denial of the worst kind
feelings left behind
alone and distraught
in shadows of black and gray
surrounded by emptiness
.
Heart in shreds
gloom and dread
torn apart thoughts
doors of communication closed
beyond reach in saving
numb in soul
crying inside for help
prisoner of pain and hurt
trapped in confinement
of misery.


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The Responding Slap

In the bright sunlight
Bold with such tenacity
A Mosquito bites


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Crack Kills...God Heals

Crack kills. 
God heals, 
And destinies, 
He fulfills. 
The truth, 
He reveals. 

To get us, 
Satan uses lies, 
Theft, demolition, 
And tricks for us, 
To forever be, 
In demise. 

To save us, 
Jesus took licks, 
Was hung, He bled, 
And He died for us all, 
To have everlasting, 
And fruitful lives. 

If you want crack, 
To stop killing you. 
God got your back. 
He sent Jesus through, 
Forty-two generations, 
To save me and you. 

To free us from, 
Whatever addiction: 
Dope, lost hope, 
Fornication, adultery, 
Idolatry, homosexualism, 
Racism, or any other sin 
Not mentioned, that you, 
May fall victim to. 

God wants to, 
Use you. 
Satan wants to, 
Abuse you. 
Live the way 
God wants. 

Don't let Satan, 
Tease and taunt 
You into sin. 
Join God's team, 
And win. 

You can't fix, 
Yourself. Come 
As you are. 
Let God drive 
Your car down, 
Destiny drive, 
To the Avenue 
Of Being Forever, 
Alive. 

Crack kills. 
God heals, 
And destinies, 
He fulfills. 
The truth, 
He reveals. 

To get us, 
Satan uses lies, 
Theft, demolition, 
And tricks for us, 
To forever be, 
In demise. 

To save us, 
Jesus took licks, 
Was hung, He bled, 
And He died for us all, 
To have everlasting, 
And fruitful lives. 


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Taxing Benefits

I met a Sheriff the other day.
Just teasing, I happened to say.
I am stopping by to pay my taxes.
Giving you my money before axes,

He said to me, “I get none of that money“.
I looked up in surprise, and thought, how funny.
He and many others forget our taxes pay salaries.
They work for us and their duties are in galleries.

Without working people to pay taxes, they would not be.
They forget these things after office acquired you see.
They pump us up upon the Election Day’s arrival.
Reinstatement in public office is part of survival.

We the people pay for their cars, meals, homes, indeed.
Our money than dispatched into the funds that do seed,
Without the people paying taxes, their jobs would recede.
We the people elect and pay wages, so justice will proceed.

However, many law officials take rules made for all.
Bending them to fit their need, in name of the law,
I have the utmost respect for officers on patrol.
They need to be cautious, to keep crime under control.

However, to break any law, for no reason at all, indeed.
Makes justice suffer, two wrongs make a misdeed,
Their pledge, for no reason at all to break their creed,
Serve and protect, without wrongdoing, as agreed.

An oath, I know they all take and so easily forget after.
Some upon that tomorrow, just ease back in laughter.


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holokauston Page 2 of 2

After the quiet we all have to go
Dragged and carted by the Sonderkommando
To be dumped in pits covered by lime
A race to dispose by it's Human slime

Auschwitz, Buchenwald & Dachau slaughtered
Many a son, many a daughter
Experiments on children women and men
Some aged 90, many under 10

In 45, their end was near, how many alive would reappear
As Russians, British and US troops
Chased the Hun to their German roots
Each camp reached showed it's sordid past
Where millions of me, were massively gassed

In Auschwitz, to this present day
Birds don't fly, no animals play
The reminder is all for there to see
Those terrible days what happened to me

It's 1948, our Nation is born
From histories past, populations torn
To all who survived I wish you well
And our new born world, called Israel 


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


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' A Metaphysical Moment ...'

‘ A  Metaphysical  Moment ’

A Metaphysical Moment
Electrifying To The Touch
Breathless, Thru The Clouds
Can My Heart, Take So Much

… Can My Eyes Endure
All This Vision, I See
Can Voice, Even Speak
Over Roaring of This Sea

… Can Ear Even Listen
When I Am Flying So Free
Soaring, So True With You and
Metaphysical Moment and Me …

A Metaphysical Moment
Will I Ever Understand
This Mystery of Our Universe
The Mystery of Woman and Man …


(And I End This with an Haiku for
The Haiku Master ‘Raul’ Moreno and
Metaphysical Poet Extraordinaire’ (smile))


Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)

          Understanding A
      Metaphysical Moment …
      … Nature’s Mysteries


Metaphysical (definition) as an adjective:

Metaphysical of early 17th Century Poetry
Relating to the poetic style of John Donne,
George Herbert and other early 17th Century Poets
Who used consciously intellectual language
And elaborate metaphors that compared things


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TOO MUCH PRIDE

It either kills the person or gives them glory.
It has it’s own life and demands territory. 
It is one of the seven most deadly sins.
Be very careful because it could make your life end.
It is the contrast of real inner strength.
It has a unforgettable smell with a stench.
Pride generates vanity and humility. 
It reminds me of a Greek tragedy.
With that in mind I remain humble and meek.
But are proud men considered weak?
In a lot of religions pride is definitely forbidden. 
It is a mask behind which low self-esteem are hidden.
Pride makes you unable to listen to others or to God's messages. 
Some people have cockiness with smuggness as their self-righteousness.
They soon deny about having problems.
But by being so hardheaded and stubborn they can never solve them.
They need to shed their masks, which covers low self-esteem, a lack of self-
confidence, and a sense of insecurity. 
Seek God and keep Jesus in your life to make you happy.

"Blessed is that man that makes the Lord his trust, and looks not to the proud, 
nor to those that turn aside to lies." (Psalm 40:4)


Details | I do not know? | |

And The Band Played On....Part I

Piranhas, within a canaries cannibal world....

Feasting upon the flesh, of another innocent and vulnerable life

Delivered by the hands of darkness' entrenched; unknowing but willing, messengers of woe!

In hopes of crippling and destroying, by means of ridicule, guilt and shame

The subtle and not so subtle, of the spiteful and scorned....

Chatterings like arrows, from their poisoned bows

Within comments and verse, and their opened air words

Always the same-looking for their entrance, to bring another to their knees

To evoke their own will? These amissfully mangled and subverse desires

Within, these shatteringly tainted dreams....

Relentlessly they search, for the Achilles heel, to crumble yet anothers hope!

Traveling through these mediums of morbids main, and fluttering hearts....

In through the side doors, and along the corridores, via way, of the shadowish mind

Enter the sublimes of deceivings presented, before all of Heavens sight!

While as half closed eyes stand in silence, all about, within muted watch....

Reminding myself of a case years ago; where a young girl was beaten, stabbed and murdered

As at least a dozen different people, cowered within their rooms

Amid her desperate cries, beggings and pleas for help; help, that would never arrive!?

So such it seems so very often, among many within this society in which we live....

Whom turn their backs and avert their glance; while bowing their heads, and walking on by

Back, into their own blackened holes!....(Cont)


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I am Free to:

I am free to: Love, 
                  
                       Hope, 
                    
                          Endure, 
                    
                      Sing, 
                 
                        Dance,

                      Cry,

                         Laugh,

                     Grow,

                         Give up,

                     Never stop untill I achivemy goal's,

                                 Live life,
                      
                        Hate! 

               Have the will not to hate,

                 Never give up,

                            Go down the wrong path,

                  To choose the right one,

                        To worship you, Lord!



Details | Shape | |

A Matter of Choice

                                                                  
                                                                   LIFE
	                                           A Bland
                                                           Nothingness
                                                     Changing our Lives
                                                 We all Seek solace within 
                                           Allowing oneself to Disassociate 
                                       From chaotic and Charismatic Spirits 
                                  Discovering nothingness, is quite something
                          Appealing positivity, and encouraging changes within
                        Insisting demands ridiculous, unnecessary, and shallow 
                           Fear acknowledges this need to end a chaotic lifestyle
                                   Some fear boring lives intrude on life’s fiesta
                                       There is no need for fear when changing
                                             One needs to relax to keep focus
                                                  For creating a new life within 
                                                      Embraces your solace
                                                             Nothingness 
                                                                 A Bland 
                                                                    LIFE


Details | Senryu | |

Indian Tales

When night settled down
Pow-wows rose to a climax
Giving the world joy


Details | Free verse | |

VACANCY


I don't have filled spaces.
Nonexisting time lies to me,
making me feel as if I were not empty.
Space remains painfully unoccupied in me.
There is no prince
no poetry or sigh
that a sigh without cause is consequence of passion.
There is no romance or excitement.
Word or song.
Meaning or ignorance.
I don't have time, it's true,
for I am filled with the strange intensity of freedom and youth.
However, all the space of my soul I keep
like a ballroom with no ball.
. . . If someone shouted in me . . .
it would echo.

Patricia Evans


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A Womans Choice

Respectful, intelligent, someone who loves me for who I am.
That is the type of brotha I'm looking for but damn.
My name is Diona Lanese Finley.
When you look into my eyes is that what you see.
The true, love, beauty, honesty, loyalty.
Seventeen years old with a fifty-year-old soul.
Now the truth is going to be told.
My father taught me to be bold.
The information I say please hold.
So being me I wonder are all of my options gone.
I mean from the sugar to the down low,
From the thugs to the gangsters,
From the cocaine he hitting to the men in prison.
There’s this boy that sits on his butt and can't even listen.
The one who plays the Playa, or the P.I.M.P.
Some jive time brotha who doesn't have respect his mommy.
He think he can go out and have and affair with another.
Here comes the control freak.
I know he don't think he has authority over me.
He’ll be the alcoholic I'll throw out on the streets.
A man thinks he can put his hands on me.
I'll beat you down like we in slavery.
That is no way you treat a woman like me.
Proud, love her self, and have dignity.
He doesn't know how to treat the mother of his child.
Now I know you think this poem is a little wild.
So that’s why I’m going to say this loud and proud.
Not all men are like that, I know I have one who has my back.
Strong, loving, true, real, provides for my mommy and me.
Yeah that's right, he's my daddy.
I don't want a man just like him.
But my daddy what me to have a man who would make me happy.
That is what I'm looking for exactly.


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Poor Little Orphan Kids, With No Moms Or Fads

I like the thought of evolution
That a fish could outsmart god
Show him something new and bold
Like a human is something odd

I guess that’s just how people are
We think we’re all so special
7 billion people, all unique
Well I hate to be your buzz kill

But anarchist are just conformist
With a little dash of black
And an individual is just another punk
Who says rap is dead and the 60’s are back

An emo kid’s just a prep
Who balks at social adaptation
And a gothic kid is just a meat head jock
With less hand-eye coordination

So you’ll all pick: Fad or Fad
And you’ll all be some kind of elitist
Remember however, no one is truly unique
…well…except for all us artists  


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She

she stares out her window, eyes swollen with pain,
she looks outside to see only pouring rain,
how can she lie? this reflects how she feels,
how can she lie, after this, she wont ever heal,
seeing birds gliding free from care,
how she wished she was anywhere but right there,
alone in her room, half way across the world,
sits a small insignificant little girl.


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The Winds of the Night

The winds of the night creep in on you and they are up and about.
They surround you in the darkness and shed you into some light.
They are given and they are taken with your most silent thoughts.
They pass through your hidden fears and come from plain sight.
The winds of the night so clever and discreet they really are.
They hold no boundaries to your beginning and nor to your end.
They are warm and they are cold rising above you and reaching up from far.
They are of their own power and hold onto all claims of their own.
The winds of the night come sending a message to the unknown.
The winds of the night are aimless but when directed they drift all together.
They are dangerous when calm at night a sight not even one has really seen.
They are unsettled with no balance yet predictable by where they all concur.
They capture what is felt and heard because they’re accepted as they’re deemed.
The winds of the night come and go for they are on a lifelong mission.
They are silent within your journey for they can not be spoken to or touched.
They exist for your life bringing the world into its final rule on deception.
The winds of the night carry enough strength to lead a massive world into the unjust!








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TODAYS WORLD



People from the suburbs, Bangers in the hood;
Searching for redemption, wishing that they could.
  Cheating on their taxes, stealing from the store;
  Looking to acquire, always wanting more.

Danger on the corner, anger in the air;
Hidden in the shadows, destruction sits and stares.
  Like manipulated robots, not knowing what we do;
  We often buy and sell our souls to pay the demon back his dues.

Corruption known as power, feeds it's self on greed;
While hoping all the while, it's not us on which it feeds.
  Colors on a cloth, of red and white and blue;
  Laundered in the color green, now ugliness shows through.

Where once we were as children, we now seem seniors in a home;
If there comes a time to fight we just might stand alone.
  Nothing seems to matter, perhaps we all should pray;
  For we could all be liable, when comes a judgment day.


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The E Street Bus

 
Each morning of my workweek, I board the E Street Bus
I see familiar faces, there are a lot of us
But if I look closer, I see more than faces
I see a kaleidoscope made up of many races

Two Asians in domestic clothes chat in a dialect
A well dressed man in front of me, is British I detect
Across the aisle, a black man with knitted cap pulled low
Hears music through his ear buds, while weaving to and fro

Several are Caucasian from many walks of life
Teens and kids and elders, a husband and a wife
A dark skinned man looks at me, and judging from his dress
His race is likely Indian, but that is just my guess

As my stop approaches, I look around again
Survey the many colors, the women, kids and men
As I step on the sidewalk, my day not yet unfurled
I'm thankful that the E Street bus let's me touch the world


Details | Free verse | |

The Truth Behind Hate

If Love is blind,
Hate is deaf.
Unable to hear optimism and open minds.
A barrier between reality and distortion.
Truth and Humbleness blocked by the brick wall of stupidity,
A world full of envy and strife,
Selective hearing,
Picking and pruning through the good,
Just to find the bad,
Pain = Hate.


Details | Free verse | |

Whats the point?

I'll stop being
so disappointing
If you'll stop being
so disappointed in me


Details | Villanelle | |

Honey, I Love You!

Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true
I swear, cross my heart and hope to die, if, I lie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

You’re that someone that I want to share my stew
Come home, let’s fulfill our dreams, and don’t cry
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true

I float, like clouds in the sky each time I touch you
‘Cos of tingling shocks and warmness of your pie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

I miss your love, your caring and your sensual view
The sweet kisses too, you’re giving every time I fly
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true 

Wish you believe my words, even if you’ve no clue
For I know no more how to prove that I did not lie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

Listen to your heart and not to a dreadful gossip
Twirling like migraine, that’s why you can’t sleep
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you 







Details | I do not know? | |

Dream On

  Believe in no obstacles and limitations.
  A sweet song can heal, cure and delivery a massive storm out of your life.
   Shake off depressions, rejections, discouragement, sorrows and tragedies.
   Dream on, dream on, dream on, dream on and dream on!
   Doubters are foolish to underestimate your power of greatness.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Exalt You My God

I Exalt You, My God! I will exalt you! My God and king! And worship your name above EVERYTHING! Forever and ever I will bless your name! Your goodness in my life, I seek to obtain. Every day I will bless your name forever. Your path of righteousness, I choose to endeavor! Great is the Lord! Your greatness is unsearchable! You rule by your word… Your divine principle… One generation will praise your works to another. And shall declare your awesome deeds together! I will speak of the honor of your majesty. Not to do so, would be a “spiritual tragedy.” Men shall speak loudly of your awesome acts. What you do, I neither question or ask. I will declare my God’s greatness each day. And will listen to the words he has to say! He rules the earth and heavens above. All of creation declares his great acts of love! Won’t you listen to God’s humble plea? Knowing how much he loves you and me? He has a purpose for me and you that is evident. And offers to all… Eternal life in a heavenly residence! By Jim Pemberton Read Psalms 145:1-6


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Empty Inside

I wonder why
I dont cry
Even though i wish to die
Forever stuck in this pit of sorrow	
I wish there was no tomorrow
Just another day thats filled with tears
You where here all those years
Now that your gone
All i want is for you to be here...


Details | Rhyme | |

Somewhere Near Eternity

beneath the cloak of the night,
        it is he who tells himself who he is, 
                standing in the circle of his inner light;

                whereas, in the glare of daylight,
                           other people tell him  who and how 
                                      he is in their judgmental sight;

                                      but then he takes to heart his identity,
                                                 his eyes focus with such deep clarity
                                                             on a spot somewhere near eternity.


Details | Lyric | |

Something Between Us

There's something between us.
However, I can't  name it.
I only know it's priceless
And can be bitter or sweet.

There's something between us
Though we both still disown it,
It's a feeling of sadness
When my heart weeps in secret.

And it brings joy and passion,
I love it and I hate it.
Like castaways on the ocean,
We wander about and drift. 

It gives hope, light, or tears.
Invisible to the eye,
It's between us for years.
I know it will never die.


Details | Free verse | |

just listening

I'm only happy when I'm sad, she said.
When people say their glad,
I get mad because,
they used the word glad, she said, we laughed.
The sings she said, I guess, 
wouldn't seem important.
If you asked if she knew Shakespeare, she'd say,
when I was born he was already dead.
She liked autobiographies because, she said,
they were books about history,
written by people who were there.
She loved the new testament,
because of what a mess it is, she said,
how great it was that Jesus gave,
gave such a big storytelling gig,
to his four buddies who couldn't write a lick.
That Jesus must have been a piss,
to hang out with, she said.

Important or not,
I didn't want to miss a word,
whatever she said,
I never waited to talk, with her,
I was happy to be,
just listening.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Bottle And Me

the jukebox in the corner haunts this baroom like 
a ghost.
Lonley is the soul under the neon light that serves 
as the host.

Broken knuckles and shattred dreams.
We spend are time chasing empty lovers.
But it always comes back to the bottle
it does seem.

The blues are like a old friend.
To many shallow hearts.
But apon this smoke filled companion  I can 
depend.

The mirror just above the sink.
Reflects  the truth.
As the bottle helps me not to think.

I put it down a time are two.
Found it helped fill a void.
Answered  the question for which i had no 
clue.

Left many  a broken heart in the dust.
Was it a cowards lie.
A onenight stand a moments passion laced 
with lust.

Misspelled thoughts apon napkins in a room were it's not
so easy to see.
In a dark lit corner.  
Sits the bottle and me.

People gatherin to pass the time women askin
for a light.
Shadows hide the scars  from many a drunken 
fight.

The blues it knows us so very well.
Stories of legend.
Of which the poets do tell.

Busted knuckles and broken hearts.
Worn out lies and false starts.

The worn out veteran trying to forget.
The once young dreamer.
Who now lives to regret.

We are bound by chains no eye may see.
So is the case of the
 bottle and me.


Details | Fibonacci | |

*KILLING ME SOFTLY

Crush
by
silence,
slay with words,
murder with a look-
kill with kindness,abort by choice

Reflections on a verse - Exodus 20:13


Details | Narrative | |

The Willows

Tomorrow’s times are in these eyes of mine.
Away and far my world shall part.
The Seas shall rise from their depths of deep.
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will weep.
The Sun will rise as my days still come,
The glory, the power, it is the rains with Sun.
Tomorrow’s times are in these days of mine.
Far and gone my world shall bond.
The Mountains will fall from their heights they climb.
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will shine.
Tomorrow’s times are in these thoughts of mine.
Gone and here my world shall fear.
The Lands will separate the world by Sea,
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will be.
Tomorrow’s times I know are mine.
Here it is that I fear I’m near.
My Land, my Seas, my Mountains of plain sight,
And in the glow of the shadows the willows shall shed their light.

®Registered: Ann Rich 1998


Details | Light Poetry | |

If he only knew

                       I still love you but I don't know why?
                      It just get's so hard for me to say goodbye
                     Iguess it's because when it comes to love I only 
                     loved that one guy,The same one that would lie
                    and lie and the one that made me cry and cry.
                                          We been threw thick and thin 
                   the only diffrence now he don't love me like he
                    did back then.I use to talk to him everyday and night
                  these feelings I have for him are so hard to fight, I just
                   want him to hold me again and say everything will be alright.
                                          He said the way he is now is because of you
                   and I know in my heart that is true now I'm left not knowing
                 what to do,He breaks my heart everyday were apart if he only
                really knew.


Details | I do not know? | |

Our Trusting Landlord

This earth
Oh what a curious thing to perceive
Existing within its home, the Universe
A unique, rare and aqueous marble 
With a lifespan well surpassing our own
We call it our home, but it is only for rent
Things will begin to change 
Humanity will try resist
We are in a system that has long been set in motion
A plan that we cannot stop
Green
What a faction of false hope
A color stained in negativity
Greed, Money, Power, Politics
Oh what a sly plan
A thorn stabbed in the lions paw
Our advantage taken against an orb in suffering
This trusting earth
Telling a secret
Our society
Screaming it to the world  


Details | Senryu | |

Envy

envy at our birth
The true poison of this earth
dooms the chance of mirth


Details | Free verse | |

Open 24-Hours

chaotic uprising of humanity
milling throngs
in their intellectual stupor
search endlessly
for beans ...
and stuff.

murky faces
masking minds
that compete for favors.
races crash in harmony
of wanton pick-up desires
as love ceases to exist.

blaring music
battles pinball machines
to rankle dope shattered nerves.
coffee blotches
tables and chairs of putrid green.
the floor rises up with
suffocating scents.

open twenty-four hours a day
welcoming  night souls.
The Hot Dog Palace
a farcical palace
where hot dogs are terrifying
and the Man
can maintain
his scrutiny
of
creation.


Details | Didactic | |

How to Maintain Credibility

How to maintain credibility

Granulated points of view, they will not pan out.
They will sift through the strain, and leave your crowd with doubt.
This is always something, you must try to avoid,
or that crowd will toss your words, right into the void.
You can say what you want, but always say what you mean.
Here is my example; I wish the sky were green.
If you’re going to make a choice, you better know what you want,
'cause if your theory has its holes, your decision's going to haunt.
First make sure that they’re sound, then free em like a bird.
Throw your thoughts into the sky, and let them all be heard.
By the people that will flock, and they have open ears,
just try not to change your vision, in a couple years.
Certain people won’t forget, and they will soon admit,
they found meaning in what you've said, so don’t you contradict.
It shouldn’t be a challenge, if you follow line 5.
The only thing you can safely say is it’s good to be alive.

Now do not get me wrong, I know your brain will grow,
Your opinions they will change, based on what you know.
And now please don’t panic, you're not a hypocrite,
As long as at the time, you believed in it.
Now if you say what you've said, just for your own sake,
You've broken fundamental rules; now give your head a shake.
It’s not about an answer, that will surely please,
You got to say what’s on your mind, if it cuts you to your knees.
And now folks, once again, like I’ve already said,
Your beliefs are going to change, like precious gems to lead.
If someone doesn’t know this, and the bastard calls you out,
You should know it doesn’t matter, that’s not what it’s about.
And if your views turn inside out, stand on your two feet,
and never speak a single word with your crosshairs on deceit.

We know that with opinion, there is no right or wrong,
Just make sure that you follow the tune of your own song.
If you manage to change a mind, this is victory,
there’s nothing quite like hearing 'em say "I guess I do agree".
This is all good advice, to everyone it applies,
If you don’t live by this you'll be caught in your own lies.
It shouldn’t be a conscious effort; it should all come by itself,
if it doesn’t than you’re liar, improve your mental health.
Every line I’ve written here is indeed a fact,
there’s no room for argument, do you agree with that?
Now I'm done, there’s my view and I have written lots,
but didn’t you listen to my poem? Get your own damn thoughts!


Details | I do not know? | |

~~Losing Me~~

The darkness of the pit
is swallowing you in.
I see you looking at me
with that evil, twisted grin.

You know just what you're doing.
You've done it all before.
It kills me when you look at me
while bleeding on the floor.

I've offered you my hand
time and time again.
I've tried to help you change your life.
I've tried to be your friend.

I'll watch you from a distance
but I'll never get too near.
You'd love to take me with you
but my strength you've learned to fear.

If I could help you truly
just to see what you could be.
I'd try ten thousand times again
but I won't risk losing me. 


Details | Free verse | |

Josephine and Jaffar

What's left but a cripple?
Angry and Sarcastic,
Weathered lips
Bitten bloody 
In the cold
January Fix.
Entered in a 
Plummeting
Dirtied Drunk Mix.
Tasting;
Leaves,
Wheat and sheaves,
Daughters of Eves,
Feasts for Kings,
And other things.
Wetted tongues on
Driftless streets.
Heated talk with
Patterned
Beats.
When what 
Appears to lifeless
Is suddenly up for sale.


Details | I do not know? | |

Pinky

in your sweet, lovely voice
words of love,confirm my choice
its gay tone,disdains life's bane
with its sorrow,mind would strain

in your black, sleek hair
shiny curls,make me stare
a lustering bunch of grace
hugs with fondness,your striking face

in your lonely,worried eyes
Pinky,let, the golden hopes rise
endow them ,with the Mighty light
on the eve of the Christmas night


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Pearl Ensemble ... '

… I Awoke to  A Classical, Pearl Ensemble
A String Quartet’ Upon My Pillow
Your Bass, Echoed – like an Ocean-Rumble
‘… I Love You …’ Plucked the Polished Mellow-Cello’

and the Flawless Violins and The Viola – Flow
Rushed to my Wavy Shore – Aglow
Displayed and Spilled, like a Whirlpool- Vibrato …
… Your Cultured Concert, left me … Staccato’

… I Awoke to A Classical, Pearl Ensemble
A String Quartet’ Upon My Pillow
and as Each Iridescent Drop, Solo-Sheen-Tumbled
… My Own Heartstrings, did Crescendo... Maestro


Details | Free verse | |

A Butterfly

I was with my daughters at their favorite playground.  I watched them chase each other 
around the merry-go-round.  Laughing and enjoying the extremely pretty day.  I watched 
them among the other children play.  I couldn't help but smile, hearing their shrieks of 
laughter made life worthwhile.
       As I watched my girls have a fun time.  In my mind I began thinking of a rhyme.  
Something new.  Life is so beautiful and it's something I value....
       People found love but they lost it.  Sometimes life can leave you emotionally 
exhausted.  I thought about the two people who remain married even though it's all for 
show.  A spouse is betrayed with a Judas-kiss.  They remain married so things appear great 
on the surface.  But why?  Why live a lie?  Isn't she tired from wiping tears from her eye?  I 
can't be her samurai and protect her if she don't let me in.  I told her hearts don't break they 
just bend.  She tells me she'll never marry again.  Why?  Because of one guy?  That's 
unheard of! There is only one kind of true love, but there are a thousand imitations.  She 
knows people go through trials and tribulations!
       My thoughts  were momentarily distracted, watching a butterfly in the sky.  I thought - 
Be like the butterfly, be free;  Hold my hand walk with me.  She tells me people can't seem 
to stay committed.  I'll be the first to admit it.  She's right and I understand her pain.  I lost 
my appetite and I thought I too would go insane.  My wife left me for another man.  I did not 
seem to understand.  I searched within myself for the source.  I thought I was to blame for 
her filing for divorce.  But hey, life goes on.  I need to let my friend know, I refuse to let her 
go through her struggles alone.  I will be her back bone!
       As I pictured her in my minds eye.  Several feet away I watched a beautiful butterfly.  
He had a long run if this was the same one I saw in the sky.  It's wings fluttered coming 
closer towards me.  It landed on my knee.  So many bright colors and different designs were 
on it's wings.  I heard Brianna and Jasmines voices calling to me to come push them on the 
swing.  Their voices played melodies on my heartstrings.  My mind shifted again to my friend 
who's like sunshine in the spring.  She needs to know Cupid now has a finer bowstring!
       I looked up at the sky and watched the butterfly begin it's journey anew.  Life is 
beautiful and it's something to value!


Details | Free verse | |

My only childhood friend that never threw me away

She's on the Verge
Joe cool
She talks to her hand
like seriously duh
the joke im not telling
we used to be witches writing poetry in coffee shops
smoking pot in serene gardens
and if it wasn't for Ginger my dog
that ran away to make love to Winchester
when she was in heat
we never would have met when we were eight
and still friends
but she tells me its because of me she's crazy

She wants me to remove pro creations that are stalking her
something tells me she's visited the funny farm too many times
I've been there
I've seen it
I know
But me and Joe
we are two of a kind
But I could be bluffing
maybe we're part of a royal flush

I'm space ace from mars
and she's a voodoo queen
to complete the circle of a long lost God in Girlfriend
Only the watchtowers know what that truly means

How did i get soo lucky her mother asked
but I'm not lucky at all
count your blessings and learn to read between the lines
because this mystic in your life
from your tree of fruits and loins did she fall
I'm a gullible god
and so are you
the tower of Babel has fallen
and she doesn't know what to do

so when she speaks the tongue of spirituality or which
and all you hear is psycho babble
it doesn't sound like 
sneesh cheep bleep flap jip hap frew
she makes sense to me with words shes obsessing
i just wish you would take it on yourselves to read up on it
to understand her to communicate
instead of sending her to the hospital

Those pills make her
talk to her hand
and those lies are mostly true
fact is stranger than fiction
and together your family can pull through
even those doctors
are a little bit mad at that tea party
and shes never thrown me away after what I've been through
i love her to pieces
so should you

shes always been there for me
and when we lose touch she searches high and low for me
when you lose touch 
there are more than one thing u can do

shes had exorcisms
and a low self esteem
date rape by succesfull well respected men
and everyone said it was blasphemy
it's not easy but it could be worse
believe you me
she's beautiful on the inside
and soo many soo called sane people
are beautiful outside
but uglier than sin if you ask me



Details | Rhyme | |

God Has A Message

 
  

God has a message…  
That rings loud and clear.
This world, as we know it… 
Shall one day disappear!

 
God has a message.. 
And it’s quite evident.
Everything in his word 
is truthful and relevant!
 

God has a message… 
Read His word today!
His son…  Jesus…  Is the truth,
 the life, the ONLY way!
 

God has a message…  
To be proclaimed to every nation.
Only through Christ, 
Can one find true salvation!
 

God has a message… 
For all of mankind…
This is the day of salvation!  
NOW is the accepted time!
 

God has a message…
 Please listen to his story!
We have all sinned…   
And fallen short of his glory!
 

God has a message…
 For everyone to see!
It’s only through him, 
that we can be totally free!
 

God has a message… He’s the answer
 to your every question!
Living for him daily…  Needs to be your 
goal and ambition!
 

God has a message…  
He wants to give you life abundantly!
So you can be with him in heaven…
 For all eternity!
 

What message will you give to him?  
What choice will you make?
Please do it NOW… 
Before it’s too late!!!

 

By Jim Pemberton  
03/07/11



Details | Narrative | |

His Worth

Touched by His wisdom, 
my heart now clear,
upon His shoulders,
I cast my fears.
His word is genuine,
as was His birth,
the truth He spoke,
revealed His worth.
Riches, not important,
they mattered not,
but those that knew Him,
never forgot.
Kings were frightened,
of this kind, warm man,
they never listened,
how could they understand.
Then an Angel,
came in the night,
He arose from the grave,
can you imagine the sight.
His new home Heaven,
by His Fathers side,
waiting to welcome us,
this is the reason He died.
Now it is CHRISTmas,
and we rejoice His Birth,
but still some people, 
don't understand His worth.



Details | Rhyme | |

I Was Thinking Of The Words To Say


I was thinking about something
just the other day.
I was at a loss for the
"right words to say."

I was thinking about a time
"way back when."
That day I became born again.
A zeal for Jesus that
I once had.
Excitement in my life,
a heart so glad.

A passion for Christ
overwhelmed my soul.
I loved Jesus-for he had
made me whole.

I've forgotten things that
I once knew.
Reading God's word-
I no longer do.

What has happened to me?
I'm so ashamed!
I'm an embarrassment to
Jesus' holy name. 

So, dear Jesus, my knees
I humbly bow.
Please change my life...
I need you now!

By your word, transform
me deep within.
I confess to you my backsliding sin.

I re-commit my life NOW-Yes I do!
And by your love, I'm made
BRAND NEW!

By Jim Pemberton






Details | Rhyme | |

Ava Juice

She greets me with morning eyes
and we laugh under white down
telling stories of all sorts:


Cats who wear backpacks
at night filled with treats
Lizards who step foot
into her messy room
and then turn on their tails
for a quick stepped retreat
Then we come up 
with the juice we could drink
such as "air juice"
which forces the hiccups to come
or the dreaded old colored
balloon juice (Have some
and your belly will blow up
to sky high retorts)
We laugh as we come up 
with juice of all sorts
"Zipper juice" closes your mouth
in a zip
which a friend must unzip
between every sip!
"Camel hair juice" 
why now THAT is just sticky
and goes down your throat
quite incredibly tickly!
"Elephant toe juice"
We think that is one
that we'll leave quite untouched
as it wouldn't be fun
to drink toe juice and such
So - that is the way that we spend
all our mornings
Stories and giggles
and smiles galoring
Perhaps this is something that you do as well
with a hat and a cape and a cat and a bell
for we all have a tale, to be told and to tell
when we're fresh from a leap off the edge of our dreams
and being awake isn't quite what it seems
for the cat is still wearing his backpack...


Details | I do not know? | |

The Warrior

The Warrior

My pencil is my sword
My eraser is my shield
And when I go to war
My paper is my battlefield 
When life is to much
This is how I express the way I feel
And so I write such words
As murder, stab, kill
When people read these words
Misunderstanding they think I’m insane
But this is just how I vent
All my anger, frustration and pain
People that don’t know me
Think I look like a bad man
The people that say they do know me
Think I live the life of a madman
All of these things
Circling in my head
Sometimes I have to wonder
Would I be better off dead
I used to be a somebody
And my reputation would reflect
That I used to be a person
To look up to and respect
But now you can see
By the trembling in my hands
That all I am these days
Is a tired, broken man


Details | I do not know? | |

' Friend To Friend ... '

               A Friend:
One, Who Helps You Get Out Of A Jam

               A Partner:
… Is Usually In The  Jam With You

                   A Pal:
Is The One, Who Usually Gets You In The Jam

           An Acquaintance:
Someone, Who Heard About The Jam

                 A Buddy:
Says … Its Your Own Jam Fault …


Details | Rhyme | |

You Don't Have To LIve Like You Did Before

You don’t have to live… 
 Like you did before!
I can give you my love… 
 And so much more!

You don’t have to keep on
 “bringing up the past…”
I will give you a peace and joy
 that will forever last!”

The chains you once had…
 No longer have to hold you down.
I will pick you up and plant you
 on solid ground!

You don’t have to live the way
 that you once lived…
An abundance of forgiveness and mercy
 is what I freely give!

You no longer have to live a life
 that is filled with fear…
I will always be your best friend. 
 I am always here!

You can come to me for a love 
that is worth finding…
My promises are forever.  
You need no reminding!

You can be a new creation. 
 Old things passed away.
I am that I am.  And I can change
 your life TODAY!

I am Jesus.  Your provider. 
 The all-sufficient one.
My arms are wide open for you… 
 Won’t you come???

By Jim Pemberton   
12/07/10


Details | Rhyme | |

Just Reach

just reach your hand out to the sky
pull your loved ones back to your side

lets get to say one more goodbye
for we never wanted them to go away and die

as now the days and nights lay 
in such sweet disguise

so let us once again our lord
stare into their illumating eyes

as we reach out for them 
in your broad horizon sky

and get to hold and kiss them
even if their not by our sides

for if this is however feels when we die
then I'd like to be that angel in that sky

so I can just reach out right back
and wipe their tears too from their eyes



Tribute To Our Loved Ones
On The Other Side
May You All RIP


Details | Senryu | |

Car Wash Line

Car wash running hot
Backed up around the next block
Car in front just clunked


Details | Rhyme | |

You Deserve More Than Me

Your eyes, I feel them looking Eternally they peer away I wish that I could capture them I wish, I hope, I pray But no, they look not for me They look for someone, true With a love to give well, always That is what, is meant for you Your lips and tongue, they call out I hear them on the breeze A voice that’s like no other That brings me to my knees But no, they call not to me Your voice calls for someone, true May he have the love you seek, my dear That is what, is meant for you Your hands, they reach to touch so much With eagerness, they wish to feel Their softness is wonderfully caressing They can make a broken heart heal But no, they reach not for me They feel for that someone who Can touch you as you touch him That is what, is meant for you


Details | Senryu | |

Sign Language

No shouting at all
If let little fingers speak
Deaf hears, loud and clear


Details | Rhyme | |

This Load I Carry I Carry Not Alone

This Load I Carry… Along the road of life, I carry a large load… It feels quite heavy… As I travel a “bumpy” road. This load I carry is often difficult to bear… At times, I stumble… And caught “unaware…” The trials and hardships of life… I shall endure… I’ll try to stay on a path that is “safe” and “secure.” There are times, however, when I get in a hurry... As the storms of life often cause a “flurry.” During my travel… As I look up to the darkened skies… I can almost look into my heavenly father’s eyes… As God reaches down his arms so strong… He’s there to lead me when things go wrong. The Lord is there to help with my heavy burden… He’s also my guiding light… I am most certain! The Lord is my shepherd and is with me where I go… He’s brought strength and rest for my weary soul. This load I carry may be full of so many things… But grows lighter because of the love that God brings! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Blank verse | |

the rotting edge of hope & abandon pt. I

when the world falls,
will you be my figurehead queen?
dark regent, of my secret heart & broken-glass dreams
drip waterfall lies from full pink lips
& bleed out your truth(s) to me?
come silently in the night
over plush & supple fields of carpet
into the halls of my half-waking 
& reach for me through the illusions 
& shadows of my own doubt,
so strong, it wraps me up, 
myself all contained & tainted, 
tainting only myself.
be the beautiful & shining falsehood
that brings me back into a world of
the likewise
leaving the torn pieces of the true falsity, the true reality
hanging shreded in the doorway
rotting on the edge of
what was & what could be
be my perfected failure,
my self-less
& self-serving love
my heart is yours;
it never beats the same way twice


Details | Free verse | |

Stoned

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

WHEN

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

Namaste

Symphony


Details | Rhyme | |

A Painted Smile

We can paint a picture bright, 
to keep all sadness out of sight.
To hide from those held dear,
to full of joy appear.

An insecurity so deep,
afraid of others seeing us as weak.

Our emotions we attempt to hide, 
but they are strong inside.
Instead our feelings we suppress,
causing endless stress.

Feelings have thoughts that manifest without doubt,
but it's not always convenient to let them out.

Use any means possible that brings you comfort and ease,
write in a diary, or go swinging from trees.

To talk of them freely takes courage and understanding,
have faith that the whole world is not into branding.


Details | I do not know? | |

If sadness ruled the world

I f sadness ruled,
The world would be bare,
And none would wear a happy face.
Crying would be everywhere.
Hateful faces,
eyes pleading to be saved from thier eternal damnation,
no Jovial places
And when somone was happy they died.
Love would not exist
This is because the people would be happy
and you know what,everyone would love oly themselves.
Death would bring the ruler joy
Birth would send in to a tirade
And lovers running off to happiness
Would be caught and worked to the bone.
Narcissitic people would be the richer and that would make them all the sadder,
Their children would got to school and learn about times of despair.
that would shove the happiness down their throats.
so if one is always sad and never glad 
they would be favored in king sadnesses eyes 
So why not go and live in this hate filled kingdom,
With none to love but your sadness and yourself.


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' El Toro - Rojo '

Como’ Si’ Yama’, Senor’
Como’ Si Yama’, Por Favor’…
… for Below That Embroidered Sombrero’
Shone Eyes Like El Dorado

He Was A Tall and Handsome Hombre’
Like The Range of Sierra Madre’
…Now, He Sat Center The Cantina
Surrounded by Bonita – Senhoritas

He Smiled, “Buenos-Dias Senora’”
Por Favor, Por Que’ El-Hora’ ?...
If So, Have A Seat, Mi- Amiga’
And Mercedes, Bring Over More Cerveza

He Was… Rodrigo Reyes-Pacheco’
Best - of The West, of Vaqueros’
He Came to Compete in The Rodeos
And Win Fame and Fortune in Pesos’

He Came Thru El Paso De’ Tejas
Thru Dusty Rancheros and Mesas
To Ride on El Toro Rojo
Who Has Never Been Ridden Befo’…

La Viva’… Arriva’  … Rodrigo
The Brave and The Bold Caballero’
Champion Bull Rider, from Old Mexico
Vaya’… Con Dios’ !... Rodrigo

Now, El Toro Rojo, Was Dangerous
For Killing Men, El Rojo, Was Infamous
His Horns Had Pierced Many A Corazon
Ripped Flesh, Like It Was Piñata’ Hung

I Informed All of This To Rodrigo
The Hombre, Was Bent on Being Macho’…
… He Would Ride Toro Rojo, Manyana’
Said “Gracias”… But My Cares Were Por Nada’ !

La Viva’… Arriva’… Rodrigo
The Brave and The Bold Caballero’
Champion Bull Rider, from Old Mexico
Vaya’… Con Dios’!... Rodrigo

… Now, He Wasn’t Loco in La Cabeza’
I Just Didn’t Comprehende’ … “Que’ Pasa”
But I Saw Rodrigo Atop… El Rojo 
… ! He Rode Like A Latino – Tornado ! …

He Rode El Rojo, To The End…
Then, Turned ‘Round and Rode Him Again…
Rodrigo had Won… Just Like He Planned…
Because El Toro – Rojo …   …  Was Mexican !

La’ Viva’ … Arriva’ … Rodrigo
The Brave and The Bold Caballero
Champion Bull Rider from Old Mexico
Vaya’ … Con Dios ! … Rodrigo….
Vaya’ … Con Dios !... Rodrigo o o o o o


for Ruben Ortellao... 
I Don't Really Know 
What Your Branch of Humanity is... 
(Spanish, French or Other)
But I thought You Might Like 
This Whimsical Poem...  
Oh... And Thank You For Your 
Most Generous Comments... 
(Cause I Know You Are A Fantastic Poet... 
I've Read Several of Yours 
and I Love Them Too...)

 (P.S.  Excuse the Spelling... 
I'm Spanish Illiterate (Smile)
MoonBee


Details | Free verse | |

Mom's attempt at the Garden of Eden

1.
Mom 
kept the  perch 
we caught in a bucket.

And when we took them home
She would clean and place them
In our twenty gallon tank
Where they bobbed in stunned silence
Eyes watching for any white movement.

Nobody cared
when they committed fishicide 
on their domesticated tank-mates.

Even the little beta fish
Who had survived our six day pilgrimage from Florida, to find Mecca
was a cool whip container.

2.
Whenever we had guests for dinner,

Mom swooned they
were the smartest fish she had ever seen.

She bestowed upon them names - Jed and Lucy
tapping at the glass 
with one extended finger,
feeding them fish flakes,
like  porpoises fed from the teeth of a trainer in Ocean World

“You can’t keep perch in a fish tank”
the guests would say,
but
they lived for two years
bobbing and staring
in the vacant tank space.

 3.
One crisp winter morning
Jed finished his breakfast of gold fish flakes,  took one
last gulp of slimy tank
water 
then hurled
himself off of glass
walls.
It went 
over and over, 
so hard
I almost thought
the glass would crack.

4.
Lucy 
sat quietly and watched 
him.

She too died a few days later
like aged soulmates
who often cease
to be after their amor
dies.

When someone left the lid open, 
she plunged
her blue green skin shimmered
as she laid 
making fish O’s in the dry air..

I often wonder
if the air that morning
smelled
like an ice floe
to a better place
somewhere Jed waited
with our beta and our angel fish
a place of worms, kelp 
and dragonflies.

4.
Mom 
emptied the tank of the murky filtered water.

Rinsed the ultra neon yellow fish gravel,
and placed the fake plants on a sponge.
Separating  air filter, from pump 
from clear plastic tubing
and put to rest
in a brown cardboard box..

She did it without a word.





Details | Rhyme | |

Wars of Difference and Different Wars

Dream on man
War is constant
It has gone beyond
Catholic or Protestant

Religious wars
From our short lived past
Will never dilute
As long as we last

In this modern world
We fight for different reasons
What ever the excuse
And in any season

We fight over land
Imaginary WMD
Even over soccer
How the hell can that be

We now fight over oil
In a camouflaged war
Taking innocents with us
In public deplore

Guerrilla, assault
Bombing with precision 
We vote them in
As they twist their decisions

Dream on man
War has changed
Greed has taken over
From the pasts deranged




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-3.php


Details | Lyric | |

Celebration on the Bay

I sat in a porch rocker and looked
Watching star bursts of wonder
Sparks with flair in the evening sky
Streams of light moving in splendor
So beautiful one must say, “oh my!”

I sat in a porch rocker and looked
As the grand orchestra played away
Sweet melody makes me give a sigh
Music and light blending a display
Horns and trumpets blasting high

I sat in a porch rocker and looked
Watching fireworks over the bay
Music rocking with soft thunder
Such a sight for ending a fine day
A celebration without a blunder

I sat in a porch rocker and looked!


Details | Haiku | |

Two Quills And A Rose

two quills and a rose
on the same wooden table
love triangle


Details | Light Poetry | |

God Is...

How closely do we wrap our faith and conviction in life,
is it the things that determines who is our wife.
What morals do we instill and what scruples do we throw aside,
what is the true meaning of life and where does it reside?

What book, of Text is the complete divine word of all truth,
and are we to understand it before we walk away from our youth?
What priest's words will convict some but show pride on the few,
and why are those words the only one they think are true.

Is Salvation given to the slave of ignorance and greed,
for is not our own hunger for life and justice, our only seed?
I am truly vexed at the world that I was born into this time and place,
for I see only greed and selfishness, on every living face.

Where is Jesus? Buddha or the prophets that came before,
is this a world these  want prophets of no more?
Where did we go so wrong, that we are left completely alone,
cast in an ocean of discontent, dyeing on a forgotten thrown?

Stewards of life and the Earth we are held to this sight,
maybe our real salvation lasts in our very might.
There is the rub, for why should we look for God to do,
when the true work resides in me and you.

The rapture does not reside in the heaven's above,
it is to know that we should live with each other, in respect and love.
The truest God is perfect like we all can come to be,
for if you really understood life, you will see that God is simply you and me.


Details | Narrative | |

A Understanding Of The Past

I remember summers past in the south 
and the sultry heat.
Iced tea and back porch confessions.


Making time with that first love.
The swing underneath  that old tree.
The radio playing softley in the background.

Thoose ways have long since died.
Replaced by a breakneck pace.
As were all to willing to forsake a conversation between 
two human beings.
It's all about one night stands and bragging rights.
 

It's like comparing velvet to burlap.
All harsh no mystery.
Where people would rather surf the internet
than ocean.

The passion of the kiss.
Is but a dinosaur that people 
view as some old silent film.

A blanket underneath the stars
Has been replaced by a encounter in a 
bathroom stall.

Upward we advance  as deeper  we sink within the
mud.
As the poet reflects  ink drying 
in he pen.

I recall thoose times so very slow.
To this sudden stand still.
Like a pile up on the interstate.
I no longer live I wait.

But the sunset still haunts me.
Along with the scent of the salt filled air.
that tree's swing does no longer stand.

As in dust and memories it's been taken with 
the wind.

The road echos  of another time.
For all that was free and wild.
Is slowley vanishing.

As we blindly advance.
I'll sit and watch the tide.
And be happy to be left behind.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Clown The Fool And Me

Many nights I've sat typing things for which none will ever read.
Burning midnight oil only to add to this mornings trash.
Then going about the act of pretending it's all good.

Wearing a mask of my own creation.
These long nights of endless confession to empty wall's.
Hollow thoughts from a bitter heart to scared to exist as himself.

The page lay beaten only to be erased.

the circus of life is a deception for after the show when the dust settles 
the magic gives way to truth.
Tempers flare  and thoose happy clowns appear to be just angry ordinary
people who hate and loath there so called friends.

Dream that it would have all been diffrent if not for this or that.
never taking blame just putting it on others like normal so called adults.

These long nights breed anger and that page takes  the punishment
and like a coward I look apon this act of pure thoughtless work.
And second guess myself wishing only for the approval of people who yearn only 
for the approval  of some one else.
Like hamster in a wheel never getting anywhere.

For who wants to be themself when you can be a watered down version of someone who 
wasnt good to start with.

I cant say the comforts of being a clone wouldnt be nice .
But I never did like things that were nice.
Never cared about being on a list  or kissing someone's rearend just 
to have them talk about me as soon as my back was turned.

Be yourself and cherish thoose who hate  for  the bitter and cruel amount to
nothing  and there only hope is to lure you down there same dead end life.

The clown tries in vain to make you laugh.
The fool doenst know or care if you laugh.
And me Im just the jerk adding to the mornings trash empty 
as the page that sit's befor him.


Details | Free verse | |

Relaxing on the Beach

Oh, the taste of sweet mangoes 
While relaxing on a Caribbean beach.
Such a refreshing way to watch the sun 
Setting on the blue and calm horizon.

This sweet mango is such an appetizer 
Preparing the pallet for the main course.
Stimulating one’s stomach for a feast 
With visions of the coming dish, 
The main flavor of the day.

Oh, I like tasty mangoes 
The setting sun, and 
Caribbean beaches.


Details | Free verse | |

MPOV(My Point of View)

When people say the word "nigger" some 
automatically think of whipted cracks and 
whepted backs.Stereotyping all "niggers" to be black.
Not knowing that anyone can be a "nigger", 
to be ignorant to be stubborn.
Our fellow blacks in the blood they mourn, 
the blood that was shed because of racism 
and hatred.
Or was it ENVY!?!
Did they want to be as beautiful as we were? 
Our different complexions all beautiful in God's sight.
We showed no hatred but only respect and 
sometimes disgust and appalled.
Asking questions like,
"Why would someone do us this way, what wrong have we done?".
Thinking of us only to be dirt because our 
skin was close the color of that which they 
stepped on.
In my eyes we're all equal,all beautiful,no 
one walks or stands above me.NO ONE!
Except for the almighty God that I live for, 
that put me in my unique, golden brown coat of beauty.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Walk With Me ... ' ( 23rd Psalms )

         ‘ Walk With Me … ’ ( Based On 23rd Psalms )



‘ Walk With Me ’… my Lord Said,
‘ Walk With Me and Be Unafraid
Walk With Me, and You Will Know
when You Walk With Me, I Go Where You Go …

I’ll Go Where You Must Go                                               Matt. 28: 20
We’ll Face Storms, That Blow
We’ll Face Every Lion’s Roar
... Even Face Death’s Door …

Because, If You Walk With Me … I Am The Key                   John 11: 25, 26
I Open Faith, To Set You Free
I Open Miracles and Possibilities
I Open Proof … So You Can Believe                                    Gen. 1: 1

… and I Walk, Beside Your Trail of Tears
I’ll Be The Light, Thru Your Darkest Fears
I’ll Walk Beside You, Thru All Paths of Pain
& I Promise You … We’ll Reach The Rainbow, After The Rain   James 2: 5

… All I Ask … is, ‘ Walk With Me …
and You ... Will Walk For Eternity …                                      John 3: 16


For Rhonda Hero – Stay Strong, Brave and Believe,
            My Poet-Sister …  Our Prayers and 
                 Christian Love Are With You

                                   MoonBee


Details | Free verse | |

Whisper.

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


Details | ABC | |

Daddy the Alcoholic

Daddy the alcoholic,
 every single day,
full and countless glasses,
 guzzled down,
help him please, and bring my daddy back to me.


Details | Rhyme | |

Free

I will not succumb to who you want me to be.
I will be like the eagle, agile and free.
I will sing my song of liberty.
I am who I am.
I am who I will be.

I will not fight when I am wrong.
I will not give in just to belong.
I will forever be strong.
I am who I am.
My heart will sing its song.

I will be wise, cunning, and clever.
I will speak my mind to whomever.
Sometime I may bite my tongue but however
I am who I am.
My soul will fight forever.

I will give respect when it is due.
I will be wise in all I do.
My word will never be those you misconstrue.
I am who I am.
My words will always be true.

Sometimes I may not be inclined to agree.
There is much in the world I have to see.
I will be like the eagle, agile and free. 
I am who I am.
I am who I will be.


Details | Free verse | |

Labor Pains of a New Era

The rational subject
Dances in duality
Stripped of earnings, personhood urging
Marked by contract, on paper
Life transforms into property
Belligerent because of tooth enamel-
That unexpected biological decay
Proves that mind stands still

We've built up a hoary artifice
Exclaiming our particular version of truth
Covering the ground with gridwork and lines
Mining jewels to keep the helium high
While filling quotas to make the ceiling rise

I hear the great man/ nature divide
Residing in our pattern of life
Speaking out a vast anguish
Birthing pains of a new era

We will make it through the womb
Our power lies in our pleasure
As mankind always traverses
An uneven terrain


Details | Free verse | |

PoetrySoup

PoetrySoup …

I Was Heartily Welcomed… As I Sat At Your Table
By:  Carol, Sara, Carolyn, Dane Anne,  Moses, and Abel
               Tim, Leon, John, Michael, Jim and Yoni
               Deborah, Krista, Adeleke and Charlie
   …  James, The (Two) Ruben(s) and (The Quik-Composer) Raul
   …  and Many, Many More, I Love to Hear At Dinner-Call !

                  The PoetrySoup …

… It Has Member – Mushrooms
Chew and Chat Lunchrooms
Delectable  Hors d'oeuvre
Every Ear-Full… Heard
Every Mouthful… Taste
Spoonful of Gourmet Grace
Voila’ Words, Don’t Waste
Simmer-Slow and Baste’

In Dug-up, Sweet Potatoes
  Ripe Food for Thought Tomatoes
And Onions, That Will Make You Cry
Artichokes and Lemons that Squeeze – ‘til You Die
Garlic and Oregano Are Just Some Suggestions
And Here’s Some Mint… for Your Digestion
Parsley to Parley and Jive-Chives, Just Keep Stirring
But There’s No Clam Chowder, Shrimp, or Herring

A Dash of This… A Dash of That Seasoning
A Pinch of That and Sprinkle This Reasoning…
On The Side with the Mustard and Relish, so Fresh
Are the Cucumber-Contest and Radish Requests
And I Can’t Forgo the Tongue-in-Cheek Puns…
Your Laughter is Passed Around, like Hot-Buttered Buns !

…  Poets … Are Proverbial Peas In The Pod
The Harvesters of Herbs-Heard, in The Garden of God
so... Salt and Pepper to Your Superb Style
Did You Say Cheese, Please ?... ( Full Mouth Smile !)
There’s Hot Chicken Broth, When You Are Cold
Everybody Knows… Its Good For The Soul
And All That’s On The Human Menu… It’s In There !
… Even A Mother’s … Tenderized Care
Like Campbell’s Brand… Its Umm… Umm… Good !
The Aspire – Asparagus, I Took… I Understood
So, PoetrySoup’s Cupboard is Never Bare
And There Ain’t No Bones, No Medium, Just Rare
And On The Star-Burner… Is The Savory Meat
So… Grab A Heartbeat-Bowl… and Bona Petit’…

Yes, Thank You, PoetrySoup
(You’re Up There with MoonBee’s FruitLoops !)

It Has Been A Pleasure Getting To Know You All 
Thru Your Beautiful Expressions, Coming Straight
From Your Warm and Welcoming Hearts

God Bless You......

MoonBee


Details | I do not know? | |

The Pond

As I look at my life it seems quite a wreck
In the concept of time I am but a speck
Much like a stone that is tossed on a pond
The ripples just stay there they don't go beyond.

People I've met come to visit me there
They touch my heart I return from nowhere
I think of my life my life is that pond
When I reach out to people the ripples journey beyond.

The spectrum is the rainbow the changes are bold
Waiting at the end is that illusive pot of gold
I see the gold as my friendships the people who become part
They seem to have a home inside of my heart...

Though you can't see it doesn't mean it's not there
The ripples on the pond just magically appear.
The moon shines on the ripples as they sparkle with delight
Though it is dark there seems so much light.

The pond and its ripples are like the changes in me
As my eyes shed a tear it's the beauty I see
And though my life seems much like a wreck
The ripples inside are getting me wet...

Like a wilted flower that needed water some more
As the ripples grow in size my spirit starts to soar
And though the ripples remain inside the pond 
There effects of them seem to reach way beyond...


Details | Couplet | |

The Black Sheep

Pushed aside, location of home obscured, limited by isolation:
drifting aimlessly - subscribing to a voluntary incarceration.

Outcast by an alternative perspective, a differing sense of direction,
through a desire to develop resolutions to numerable imperfections.

Others recede into bad habits - shirking from every challenge,
placing emphasis on ignoring responsibilities; yet expecting a life that’s lavish.

So it’s hardly surprising when their dreams fall by the wayside,
having taken the easy road too often, they’re fighting against a landslide
to recuperate what was lost, or rather thrown away by being lax and care-free,
they’ve imposed upon themselves a limit, as to what they can achieve.

Armed with the powerful weapon of fore-sight, I clawed myself out of the rut,
but it’s little consolation for having to watch my friends get stuck.
Trying to avoid a patronising tone, I conceal myself into anonymity -
uninspired by foolish games, approaching every overture with timidity.

Wanting to tell them to change, to realise their mistakes,
but sometimes things are hardest to see when they stare you in the face.
It’s their life to live, and do so how they wish -
I just pray they realise: there’s more to it then “getting pissed”.


Details | Rhyme | |

PRETTY

Why am I pretty?
Why am I sweet?
Why do they fall so hard at my feet?
Cocky and arrogant, this may seem to you.
I assure you that statement is not at all true.
For I never get treated the same by the girls.
I'm seen as a threat, so the story unfurls.
Plus how do I know if it's love or it's lust?
When can I tell it's the right time to trust?
Why am I pretty?
Why am I sweet?
Why is it so hard for true friends to meet?


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Acts of Faith

Each day begins as an act of faith.
We cross our thresholds and expect
That no cruel twist of fate
Will stay us from returning.

But the twists await us in their careless abundance,
And well we know, in our hearts, that one day
There'll be no more coming home again.

For many it goes this way with love.
Love parts, returns, then parts again
Through all the shifts and flux of living,
Oftentimes traveling a little farther out,
Returning a little later
With every passing day, until one day, almost unnoticed
It comes not home at all.


Details | Narrative | |

Hope

When we give hope,
we give of our self,
something so special,
deep in the heart it is felt.

Prayer, and hope,
go hand in hand,
a miracle can be delivered,
across God's land.

People have needs,
some don't understand,
but God in Heaven,
turns His back on no man.

He gives us hope,
so we can carry on,
that ray of sunshine,
many of us have known.

With out prayer,
and with out hope,
life can be difficult,
and hard to cope.

God knew this,
so He provided a way,
to give us comfort,
on these trying days.


Details | Pastoral | |

Space

I need someplace better to go. 
Like a poverty-stricken township. 
In a city made of gold. 
Where people trust and love each other. 
Where I would loose control. 
And scream my happy heart out. 
Like fallen warriors of old. 

And I'm making my way to this place. 
I'll bide my time and set my pace. 
To loose this spoiled human race. 
And let my free heart roam. 

And I've seen someplace better to hold. 
Like an Amazon rain forest. 
In a land that unfolds. 
And shows its povertized people. 
With hearts made of gold. 
Like people of few having a lot and most nothing. 
Not people like you smoking rock and still huffing. 
If it only meant something. 

I'm making my way to this place. 
To find a sign and then embrace. 
All the people there. 
Who call this space their own. 

So music makes your soul rollover. 
And it's something you can share. 
With a world that ran out of luck. 
Or that girl that doesn't care. 
Like a feeling locked inside a page. 
Of love, or life, or even rage. 
This music is despair. 

And I'm making my way to this place. 
Of waterfalls and open space. 
And leaving here without a trace. 
To help these people home. 

And Now I'll cry and release my soul. 
Over a glass of wine. 
For this music man who's simply slowly dyin’. 
And this man of rhytmatic drums. 
Lay in bed and slowly hums. 
A song of simple glowing suns. 
That draws him into them. 

I'm making my way to this place. 
Entering my saving grace. 
A simple sacred holy place. 
And die inside my home.


Details | Rhyme | |

They Never Heard what was Said

The year is 2310
Humans still inhabit this earth
When they view all around them
It hardly seems worth

For their ancestors before them
Never heard what was said
If they continued to abuse her
In two hundred years she'll be dead

As they look out their windows
And view as they say
As they scroll through their histories
The world their ancestors knew in their day

    
    They lived at the time
    When their world was at lush
    Where animals were still with them
    Some demised to a hush

    The Polar circles were threatened
    By mans carbon emissions
    They never heard what was said
    About common sense missions

    Their populations exploded
    As they struggled to feed
    Their richer got richer
    Conglomerate greed

    The life of their planet
    Continually plundered and raped
    Rain forests destroyed
    Barren lands now drape

    Conflicts were rife
    Guerrilla warfare the norm
    Pales into significance
    From the 90's Desert Storm


As they look out their windows
And view as they say
As they scroll through their histories
The world their ancestors threw away




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-5.php



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The King Of Pop

from his abc's
to that freaky billy jean

came a pop star 
for all to love and see

from the apollo's stage
wondered if you were ready for screaming rage

for you never had a childhood of bliss
only done what was on joseph's list

a studded white glove 
and white socks just because

a star on the hollywood walk of fame
for you sang and danced showing no shame

scandals of twisted truth
did not detour you from your missing youth

neverland was your own safari escape
who would figure your best friend would be a chimp of faith

michael may god cradle you in his arms
and basked in your king of pops worldly charm

will forever miss that porcelain smile
and always think of you on my radio dial

for now your at your heavens trial
may god forgive this lost and lonely child




In Loving Memory Of
Michael Joseph Jackson
Aug 29th 1958 - June 25th 2009

           RIP


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Attraction

If you breathe it, it will come
What you dream and aspire to become
What you put out shall return
Strive high and yearn  
Be in control of what you perceive 
And the law of attraction you will receive
Positive reflections 
Aspects of the situation 
Perfect balance the universe waits 
Look for what feels good don’t debate  
Remember when you wake to the morning new 
The universe responds dreams do come true
To be in harmony amongst the blue?
In your hands the world holds you
Recovery leads to discovery  
Heal thou self 
Prove oneself to self 
True change is compelling
And trying 
But you’re the only one that’s denying
If you breathe it, it will come


Details | I do not know? | |

Just Call Me Abuse

My name is abuse that is all I need to say
But just for your sake I will go on anyway.
I take pride in putting people in financial bind.
My favorite thing to do is to work on your mind.
I will destroy all you can be and make you believe that you deserve me.
After awhile you have no self-esteem left all you can comprehend
Are only the thoughts of suicide and death?
There is another part of me the physical side.
This something I have to be very cleaver on for this is very hard to hide.
I will take you from drinking soda out of mugs.
To entertainment by sniffing and using all hard-core drugs
I will take a beautiful woman and turn her into a punching bag.
When I am finished she will look like an old washed up hag.
Yes I can do all of this and yes I do mean to brag
I will turn faces all black and blue.
Oh look out I am going to get you too.
Oh no I’m not finished yet.
I can destroy your emotions too do you want to make a bet
I will take a confident man and turn him into a child playing in the sand.
The most pleasure I get is to destroy relationships, they no longer were a 
wedding band.
When I am finished with you nothing will ever be the same.
You will always be keeping your guard up always being in shame.
I will take all your family love
Then turn it into hate to shove.
I love to destroy remember my name is abuse.
What form of pleasure do you want me to use?


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For The Irish

 Proud fathers  and relatives of the past.
Ghost's of thoose first Irish americans.
Eventhough the ignorant tried  to kill us 
still we did last.

Using  are fists and breaking are backs.
from New York to Boston.
Green blood dries in the tracks.

Beautiful Island of green we left  yet still
within are souls you stay.
From Belfast  to Dublin In croweded streets
were children play.

Some call us paddy the brave few dare say mic.
Hate filled people casting stones 
at the weak and sick.

As we viewed a new promise  we 
were  met with a black eye.
But from the church to the pud.
The Irish were to strong to die.

And for all thoose who fought so I my
may talk to you from this stool I sit.
I promise you children of Eran  .
I shall never quit.

So may the people dance and sing while the whiskey 
does flow.
Let the young carry the torch 
so all may know.

from shamrocks to St Patricks day.
Weve come to far.  
So we shall never go away.


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Does Anyone Still Preach On Sin

Does Anyone Still Preach On Sin?

Where are the preachers who
 actually preach on sin?
Where is the fire of God that 
totally consumes within?

One thing that is much 
needed this very hour.
Is God's presence and his 
majesty and power!

Many preachers seem 
worried "they may offend."
Too many are afraid they'll "lose a friend."

If they really preach God's 
word as they ought to do.
Hardly anyone would be sitting in the pew.

No wonder there's so much sin 
and perversion to be found.
The truth of God's word 
has been turned "upside down."

It's time we raise a holy
 standard in our lives.
Listening to God's word and 
no more of man's lies.

The judgement of God begins
 at his house--this is so clear.
Watch out--his righteous judgement
 is so very near!

What will you be doing, when he 
knocks at your heart's door?
Do you really know 
whom you are living for?

It's heaven or hell--there is 
no middle road in between.
It's time to confess and repent 
of all that's unclean.

It's only in Jesus...not religion... 
that will save your soul.
 Jesus waits for you and
 desires to make you whole!

By Jim Pemberton
2008


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God's Given Us His Love

God’s Given Us…  His Love

God’s given us his love.  
We don’t deserve it.
This is a free gift.  We can never earn it.

God’s given us his son. 
Who bled and died.
He was on the cross...  
And wept and cried.

God’s given us a life that’s eternal.
He wants your name to be in heaven’s journal!

God’s given us a life that’s complete.
We don’t have to live in worry and defeat.

God’s given us his mercy 
and so much more!
He is what makes life worth living for!

God’s given us his word to
 guide our every step.
His words of life…  May we never forget.

God’s given us an abundance 
of hope that’s secure!
His living water is 100 percent PURE!

God’s given to you 
another day to believe…
His gift of salvation….  Won’t you receive?

God’s gift to us …  
is more valuable than gold…
His awesome beauty is 
a treasure to behold!

Please accept God’s gift… 
 Before it’s too late…
So you too…  Can one day
 enter heaven’s gate!

By Jim Pemberton
07/30/11
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Living The Dream

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

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

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

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


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


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Why There Are Differences

Celebrations everywhere, 
when a boy gets birth.
When a girl comes in this world, 
A burden to earth.
This tradition is like a whirl, 
Why there is difference between boy and girl? ? ? ? 

Man's status is rank by a paper note, 
It does not give any importance to vest, but much to a coat.
Friendship is done with how beautiful clothes you wear, 
For poor, it is like it has fare, 
This is not what our culture teach, 
Why there is difference between poor and rich? ? ? 

In these all they don't know each other, 
But difference is there in love for children born from same mother.
Why all love is given to young, 
Without elders they are like body without lungs.
I need your love, mother, 
Why there is difference between me and my own brother? ? ? 

Though money, people also not leave one's knowledge, 
Each one is bound in competition's cage.
They don't understand everyone has his own talent.
Today's competition has make student's creativity faint.
That time, when all were equal, went, 
Why there is difference between dumb and intelligent? ? ? 

I hope by this poem there would be change in people senses.
And THERE WOULD BE NO DIFFERENCES….


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Are You Who You Say You Are?

Are you who you say you are
Or is it just a ruse
Who are our leaders
In literal abuse?
 
In a competitive world
As we share our work
Do we waste our time
In this murky quirk
 
There are angels and demons
Who hide among us
They stand by our shoulders
Their front, as they discuss us
 
Is it deliberation
They read us by chance
Or misrepresentation
They just give us a glance
 
Questions need answers
Reads need to be right
Equality breeds parity
It's either black or white


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Innocence of a Child

Mister,
Why did you hit Mommy?

Mister,
You can't punish me,
You're not my daddy!

Mister, 
You say not to hit,
But your actions declare you a hypocrite.

Mister,
You push Mommy down,
But you say not to tell unless I say she fell.

Mister,
I try my darnedest to be good,
But you say I'm not action like I should.

Mister,
You hurt my feelings,
But you say you're just teaching me something with meaning.

Mister,
You come home with more than just Mommy,
But you say I saw nothing

Mister,
The night you came home drunk,
You know the night you shot Mommy with a shotgun . . . 
The night you left her beaten, bruised, scarred,
Bleeding on the ground. . . 
The night she went to sleep and never woke up

That night I was left alone,
Helpless,
Nowhere to go.

Mister,
Why did you do it
When you said you loved Mommy?

Mister, 
Why did you leave me stranded 
When you said you cared about me?

Mister,
Because of you
I am left here to die
Beside this dumpster where you told me to lye.

Mister,
I've been waiting here like you said,
For days,
Weeks,
Months,
But you r face I have not seen

You have let me down, Mister,
But that is nothing new.

You always told me to be a good child,
So I will.
With what's left of me, 
I will wait,
Calling your name . . . 

Mister . . . ?
Mister . . . ?




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Was It Really Worth It

Sitting in a hotel on a cold winters night
My eye caught a vision of someone walking by
A guy who smiled and said “Hi.”
I said “Hi” back
But little did I know 
He would be the love of my life for almost a year

As time went by
You couldn’t separate my love and I
We spent days talking and singing
We spent nights laughing and dancing
We had our happy times 
We had our sad times
But together we got through

Then the night came
I got a phone call
My love said that it just wasn’t working
It was hard but I said “OK,” and went to bed
I cried myself to sleep
But felt better in the morning

Two weeks past, I got another phone call
It was my love that left me two weeks ago
He asked if we could give it another try
I said “yes,” because I still loved him

So we spent days talking and singing
Nights laughing and dancing
It was fun while it lasted
For three months or more
He held me tight and said “I love you”
It was better then the first time

Then June came, It was my birthday
He called to say he wasn’t coming to see me
He said that we were through
So I cried till my eyes were red and sore

I read the old love letters over a thousand times or more
I thought of all the times we were together
I recalled the times he said “I love you”
But through it all we stayed friends

Then one night he came to my door
Said that he wanted to talk, said he had troubles
“Ok,” I said in a small voice
Then after a while he turned wild
He grabbed me, he hurt me
I was bruised and sore
I was scared, terrified 
I was weak and tired
For what he did to me
Was it really worth it?


Details | Kyrielle | |

A MAN MADE FOR US

Accessible,adjacent,adjoining
Akin and alongside-
A man made for us.

Close,connected,contigious,
Neighbourly and nigh-
A man made for us.

Mentor,mediator,moderator
'Twixt and between-
A man made or us.

Advocate and honest broker
Intervening interceder-
A man made for us.


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Raining Days of London

Raining Days of London
  
Mean while on another side of town
a young man stares from a window at cold February air
dank damp grey filling the world with thoughts
nobody has phoned nobody has called
the money in his pocket is nothing he can afford
his room is growing smaller
air is growing colder
 
Meanwhile on another side of town
rain is coming down
a couple running beneath an umbrella
brush past a tramp
who catches nothing but tears in his hand
 
Meanwhile on  another side of town
rain is coming down
a young girl standing on her doorstep looks down her street
knowing there will be no pay today
what’s left in the freezer may last another day
as a red Mercedes rolls by
a plush status symbol warmer than her feet
 
On the other side of town
the rain is coming down
a tramp who sit beneath a narrow shop way arch
catches nothing but tears in his hands
 


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Fly-Fly-O, Butterfly

                       Fly
                       Fly
                 O, butterfly
               This little boy
With a gun, thinking, it’s just a toy
                       Fly
                       Fly
                 O, butterfly
               This little boy
A soldier he is, yet still, he’s a boy
                       Fly 
                       Fly
                 O, butterfly
               This little boy
Learned to fire, ‘cos of indecent lie
                        Fly
                        Fly
                  O, butterfly
                This little boy
He’s badly wounded, ‘cos of his toy
                       Fly
                       Fly
                 O, butterfly
               This little boy
No longer a soldier, nor, a little boy
                        Fly
                        Fly
                  O, butterfly
                This little boy
Not breathing, so he can not tell a lie
                         Fly
                         Fly
                   O, butterfly
                 This little boy
Show him, your world, without a gun
                          Fly
                          Fly
                    O, butterfly
                 This little boy
Tell him, he’s still a boy, not a soldier
                          Fly
                          Fly
                    O, butterfly
                 This little boy
Warn him, he’ll get hurt, when he fire
                           Fly
                           Fly
                     O, butterfly
                  This little boy
Guide his soul, to Enchanted Kingdom


Details | I do not know? | |

Eyes of Fire and Heart of Stone

I see pain in their eyes.
I hear sorrow in their cries.
Inside I break and cry alone,
with my eyes of fire and heart of stone.

No matter how much pain I feel
I am sure that I will always deal
the way I know..alone
with my eyes of fire and heart of stone.

Others may not know the fear.
They know just what they see or hear.
I come off cruel and cold.
Inside I'm not...I'm just not bold.

I have to thank my mother
for the love she's never shown
The one thing that she did give me...
her eyes of fire and heart of stone.


Details | I do not know? | |

What's inside us all....

Anger
What a sulfurous mess of molten evil
Troubles boil and surface
The singing of fine nerves within one’s self
This pushing of restricted buttons
Annoyance, Bitterness, Harm
Can one truly control it?
Stretching into the belly of the beast
Ripping, Tearing, Gouging
At its pivotal moment
A raging bull in a once peaceful town
Monstrous demons
The evils of your mind
Do you let the gates break open?
Shall you release it to the ones around you?
Anger
When controlled, it is an ordinary burning emotion
Yet, when the chains shatter and crack loose…
Oh the more difficult it will be to pick up the pieces    


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Seed

To lie is like a seed being planted into the soil,
and just waiting for it’s down roots.
Every time another lie is told this seed gets water,
as the watering continues, the seed begins to grow.
And up sprouts the plant, the plant in which you the individual has given life to, for 
this seed is not a flower, is not a tree, is not a fruit to give to thee, but a weed, a 
weed of such destruction that destroys all other life surrounding it. By taking it’s 
roots, the roots of pure loving flowers, pure loving fruit and pure loving small 
trees.
Destroys them.
Strangles them.
As this weed continues to get watered it shuns them, grows taller then them, 
allows them no sun light, allows them no room to grow or to breath, so in the 
end, they parish.
And all of the truth that was planted before this has died, and the only thing left in 
your garden,
Is your pathetic life.
And this weed,
That was once a SEED. 
 


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Inseparable Love (Sedoka)

The father and son
Inseparable relations
Guiding the path of true faith
Love of a mother
Glorious pillar of strength
Wept at the foot of the cross


The Sedoka is an unrhymed poem made up of two three-line poems called a 
katauta with the following syllable counts: 5/7/7, 5/7/7.  A Sedoka, pair of katauta 
as a single poem, may address the same subject from differing perspectives.  
The katauta is an unrhymed three-line poem with the following syllable counts: 
5/7/7.  



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To Conceive and Let Go

You lay down with a man 
For the very first time
Unknowingly conceive a child
That will soon die

And now you can’t figure out why
You didn’t make him wear protection
So you wouldn’t end up pregnant
And to save your body from infection

Now this child who deserved a chance
Will die before become a fetus

You could have taken care of that child
Or given it to family you could trust
But this one night 
Of infatuation and lust

Brought about unplanned pregnancy
But you choose not to
Face up to your responsibility

You go and abort this child 
Without thinking twice
But you know in your heart
That its just not right

You’re only sixteen
But what does that mean?

You were old enough to spread your legs
And old enough to have a man in your bed
But can’t take care of a child
You had without being wed

So because of your naïve childish ways
Your baby never got to see
The light of one day


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Blue Bottle on the Left

Trapped, in the blue perfume bottle over the sink,
is the first time I met you.
It sits there in scent with nothing to prove.
No longer made, these moments.
You could maybe import them from France,
or Germany, but you'd be taking a chance at a replica.
First encounters are too precious not to be bottled,
don't you think?
For in that moment, the air grows heavy
It clings to freshly washed hair and wrists of pheromones
It solidifies, compacts the pressure 'till eyes meet
and looks of guarded wonder are exchanged.
Compliments trade air and remain to be plucked and
garnished behind ears of victors.
The first time I met you, 
we sat inches apart and yet I felt your very touch
Electric scent to be bottled right then and there.
But what if you don't know it when you feel, sense, 
see it?
Will you lose it?
Perhaps. 
But I've always been on the look out for a new memory.
Your's was just waiting to be bottled, blue and glass
Less a replica then any other I've encountered
never to turn sour at the wrists or wane
but forever yet, encapsulated, bottled to remain.


Details | Didactic | |

Can You Spare Some Change?

they say the only people who can't change themselves are babies when they're wet
yet  most people won't even try to change when they reach the adult set
they live lives of quiet desperation, still singing the same sad songs
and can't seem to stop acting like babies no matter how right or how wrong
yet when it comes to discussing the future of modern man
scientists have discover that our behavior has gotten out of hand
we overeat, we over-drink, we smoke, we're anxious, stressed and depressed
we need to practice some restraint and change so that we can be blessed
stop looking at life in the same way and start living for the better
it's time to make some changes and stop acting like we're still bed wetters
with a need for our priorities in life to be rearranged
so I ask this question, "can you spare some change?"

If you want a genuine change and transformation to come about
it's an inside job that must occur without any hesitation or doubt
yet many desire to maintain the status quo but at the same time want progress
but that's an impossible task to accomplish so again to you I address
can you spare some change? do you desire to move forward and grow?
can you spare some change in this life that you now know?
if you've ever heard someone say, "that's not the way we used to do it"
tell them to make a change and then listen the Holy Spirit

we need to stop all the unnecessary stressing
we might miss our anointing or our blessing
let go of all that harmful behavior
standing between you and your personal Savior
stop being over-indulgent, learn to exercise and trim the fat
remove the blinders so you'll no longer be flying around like a blind bat
seek out the Lord Jesus Christ 
and let His wisdom guide your life
It's time for your attitude to be rearranged
a life altering decision, can you spare some change?

become a risk taker and step out on a limb 
be like the tax collector, Zacchaeus determined to find Him
Jesus Christ whom he needed to see
he even went so far as to climb up a sycamore tree
now reformed from a tax collecting sinner
transformed into a spiritual winner
now a disciple of the Good News
salvation at hand, no longer living confused
willing to do whatever The Lord asks for
gave half his wealth to the disadvantaged and the poor
he made a concession that was so brave and so bold
to give any he might have cheated back their money four-fold
the crowd then murmured for they found all this strange
but Zacchaeus was a man who willing to spare some change



Details | I do not know? | |

Will Work For Food

I told my kids we'd see it, this movie, they couldn't wait.
We finally saved the money so we started on our 'date'.

They were so very happy to be on there way to see
this show that they'd been saving for even more than me.

Standing by the corner, he came into our view.
He looked so very helpless that I knew what we should do.

I tried to just look past him, to keep my spirits bright.
But, then I looked in the rearview mirror and knew what would be right.

The kids were looking also, they got quiet and so still.
My son's eyes looked so heavy as they simply began to fill.

He said 'Who needs a movie? There's good stuff on t.v.'
That's when I knew my kids would feel the pain of other's just like me.

As we gave this man the money, he looked me in the eye.
He blessed us all and watched us leave without saying goodbye.

His blessing was well worth it, I felt it in my soul.
I saw my kids' compassion shine and I've never felt so whole. 


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God's Concrete Poetry/Art

Man is an excellent work of God---
His visual poetry or art, out of mud.

Being one of God’s many creations;
Man must not forget his obligations.

Thou, man know God’s everywhere;
And yet, he does not bother to care.

Either man lives by God’s command,
Or, he will not live in a promise land.  

Man must take this into consideration,
If indeed his heart craves for salvation.


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The Evoultion of Learning (Part Two)

As long as various people run various nations
There will forever be war
What the world needs is one leader
A common man who believes in the working class
As well as the Lord
Instead of one Nation under God
Lets make it one World under God
And just let each individual decide what he or she wishes to call that God
So I here by nominate our dear friend Vince Suzadail Jr.
The first candidate of the new world order 
He seems to have the best Political views I’ve heard
And I think he alone could do a much better job
Than all the leaders of all the nations are doing
At least I’m certain he couldn’t do any worse
And that way all the super intelligent people devising ways 
Of destroying our world
Could find something more constructive to spend their time on
Like raising a crop or milking a cow
Saving a child or helping elderly with their needs 
There are plenty of folk who need a hand
Lets all start offering them ours instead of cutting theirs off
I’m just a simple man
My actual world is very small
My family, friends and neighbors
I love you all and hope you know I’ll do anything for you I can
There is no malevolence left in me
I know how to make and use a shank, zip gun or small explosive
But I’ve learned not to
For I’ve learned to think with my heart and soul
They do a much better job than my mind
I just wish the great minds of the world
Were smart enough 
To figure out what I have
And learn to love with all of their hearts


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* Foot prints on the heart

A day comes when you know
the many people that have come
and gone have left you with
many foot prints on your heart.

The foot print treads imprinted
deep on the heart of one looking
at life differently through eyes,
open now wide taking everything in.

Eyes, once dark, lost, empty seeing
nothing but the ugliness life once held.
Escaping through the boarded up,
windows sealed with black paint.

Seeing the beauty all around embracing,
all that is seen, soaking it in like a sponge,
when wet holds all that it has soaked in.
releasing only when squeezed out.

The foot prints of the many people who,
have come and gone are the sponges
within her heart, squeezing out only the,
ones which held her captive for so long.

Others, she keeps tucked away within,
remembering all of them who have passed.
Their foot prints impacted on the heart of,
the one now with eyes wide open.


Details | Rhyme | |

Just Fine

There was a point in my life when I was going downhill

A point in my life that I couldn't express how I would really feel

A time in my life where I would hide with lies

Smile when I 'm out--then go home and cry

But now that you're here, everything's been smooth

I guess you can say that I've found the missing clue; 

To this mYstErY called life;

Everything that was wrong is now right

I looked at myself and knew that something needed to be changed;

But for some reason I thought that it would take alot of pain.

It didn't, and I did; so that must be some sort of sign

That as long as I'm with you everything will be just fine


Details | Lanterne | |

TURMOIL

My
heart breaks
within me-
deep inside I
weep-
peace
is so
elusive
my mind cannot
sleep-
is
love so
unreal,
is it out of
reach-
who
will be
true to me
and their promise
keep-
if
I say
a prayer,
will faith take a
leap-
do
you have
an answer,
to life...fathoms'
deep.


Details | I do not know? | |

Keep My Faith

Lord, I believe in You and myself,
With You I can do almost anything.
Even if I'm overweight...
I believe You'll keep me alive until the day
You want me back home with you.
I'm sorry for my sins
And all of us are imperfect humans:
Debating about beliefs, greedy thieves,
And everything else you hate.
So please forgive all of us and open the gate
To Your Heavenly Kingdom.
Have Your Son save us all.
Sometimes I believe I don't deserve You
And Your Promise for Eternity,
But Your Son's words reassure me.
I feel scared of the destruction in Your Revelation,
But remember You'll keep me safe
If I just forever keep my faith.


Details | Rhyme | |

We Have Never Been in Love With Each Other At the Same Time

You were in love with me
While I'd tell you I didn't love you,
And you continued on for a space...
Until I finally fell in love with you.
But you fell out with me
And kept telling me to my face.
Then my promised love got exhausted
While you were replenished;
Yet, you say it wasn't from my endeavors.
And now you're back in love with me.
But since... I've fallen out with you;
You franticly pull all my handles and levers.
Pushing all my buttons you realize
That we have never been in love
With each other at the exact same time,
And we know it's a crying shame
How quickly we always fall out
Exchanging rich love to nickel and dime.


Details | Senryu | |

Natural Reflection

Just like a flower
Sunshine stimulates her face
Sparkling with love


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when the heart is not right

when the heart has gone bad and there's no blood moving about
the main organ that sustains us which we can't live without
the heart is the core and essence of each and everything
be It the church, the community, relationships or whatever life brings

Jeremiah had come along to preach about the Book of Laws
for mankind can't function in a system that has flaws
but the law is one thing and the heart is another
It's the thing that motivates our fellow sisters and brothers

If the heart is not right everything else will fall apart
so accept only those things that come from the Lord God
the heart is the one thing that the devil can't get
It's under God's control and contains the Holy Spirit
so don't put your trust in those things that are temporal
rely on the promises of God, plain and simple

when the heart is not right there's not much that you can say
all you can do is turn to Father God and then start to pray
pray that He will bless and anoint you with His mercy and grace
pray that His righteous hand will fall on you perfect in place
pray that whatever motivates your fellow Christians
comes from their heart, the essence that's within

If the heart is not right, It's time to seek The Lord
and hope everything in your life will be in accord
don't put your faith and trust in the hands of mere men
for mankind will let you down again, again and again
and whatever motivates you, let It come from your heart
allow your thoughts and actions to be spiritually smart
and be It the heart of the church, the community or your own concerns
may It be a heart of purity and goodness with the spirit to discern

lead us not oh Lord, to our own understanding
let our hearts be full of that which You are commanding
for You have given us love, power and a sound mind
so let our hearts be full of the knowledge and wisdom of God's kind






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Romanticized View of Everything, Written to No One

Strap on your guitar,
tell me when you heard the words
my face came to mind,
you don't like country music
but you like this song;
you think Tim McGraw wrote it
just for you to play for me--

"Just to see you smile I'd do anything"
your voice is monotone,
you're missing all the notes,
but when you look me in the eye
to say the things you're singing...

"When my world goes crazy
you're right there to save me"
we all want to be love's savior,
to give and to get equally with hands
that never fold and play the martyr,
that can always hold and take away pain--

I'm listening to Tim McGraw's words,
only hearing all the ones he left out--
stories of friendship, of care,
how it came before this love,
how he loved the girl too much 
to tell her, at least for awhile. 

Is that too romanticized, 
or is it hope that will get us there?
Am I playing the fool 
sitting here, writing love poems
to no one?

I ask these questions every night
though they always answer the same--
we've got to care before we can love
we've got to love before we can be loved




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Is There Such A Thing As Love?

There is no such thing as love 
I've decided this is true 
And I've come to this conclusion 
All because of you 

There is no such thing as love
Though I wish this wasn't so 
You proved this truth to me 
When you decided to go 

I wish there were such a thing as love 
And that you wouldn't cheat and lie
Because every time you break my heart
I feel I'm going to die 

I wish there were such a thing as love
Wouldn't that be comforting
To know that this illusion 
Doesn't have to be a dream 

Maybe there is such a thing as love 
Because you called the other day to say 
You miss me and though I want you back
Something inside's saying, Stay away.

Now I know there's such a thing as love
Only I found it in other arms
I know this is true love 
Because his intentions involve no harm

Now I know there's such a thing as love 
Because he would never hurt me or lie 
I'm so happy that I've found true love 
This time with a faithful guy!

I love him with all my heart 
and I know he returns it, too
Because he doesn't lie or cheat on me
In fact he's nothing like you.


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THE KIND-HEARTED MRS ADAMS

We drove by her run-down house
with faded green shingles
and boarded-up windows,
a sad feeling overwhelmed us;
many times we helped her
to cut down the thick grass 
and in return she gave us 
three yellow flowers 
as a token of her gratitude... 
no one else could have cared more!

"These flowers are for you,darlings,because
you helped me plant them in the soil,
and they've grown to be tall and beautiful
in a garden so tidy and nice!" 
she exclaimed in jubilation;
"Remember me by when
I'll reach my home...to dwell
in the presence of the Lord,
and I'll be looking down on you and
pray with all angels to keep you safe and well!'
she gladly said with resignation,
foreseeing what  she couldn't explain...

She told us about her sweetheart,
whom she loved indefinetly:
from the moment they met,
to the day he peacefully died:
a lovely and faithful wife
was all he wanted and dreamed;
and their marriage lasted 
longer than they expected to be...
to be taken with them,
not being afraid of death!

"This is the grand piano I sed to play
for my husband on his last birthday;
he laid his arms on my shoulders
and sang along with me for hours:
on those snowy nights without moon...
when romance was rekindled with kisses
and the sentimental tunes
took away our winter's blues!"
she murmured with deep regret,
until her light eyes became wet...

The decaying house was put up for sale,
and only these kids have a story to tell
about the nicest person on that block,
who once was the prettiest girl-scout...
who loved us as much as her own children;
but did she deserve to be forgotten and die alone?
And if you wonder what her name was,
she was the kind-hearted Mrs Adams!


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A Smile

A smile can broadcast your feelings, letting everyone know you're feeling fine. 
Some people mistake tears as a sign of weakness, 
But I think tears are a sign of strength. 
A strength I do not possess. 
Letting people know how I truly feel? 
Something I can not do. 
The fear of judgement and ridicule hold me back from letting everyone know the 
real me. 
People only see a part of me. They only see the part I let them come close to. 
They don't see the hurt, and the pain, and all the tears that I deal with behind 
closed doors. 
They don't hear all the screaming, and the crying that I hear. 
They don't feel the hate, the hurt, and the back stabbing that feel. 
All they see is a smile. 
All they hear is a laugh. 
All they know is what I let be known. 
Just because I smile doesn't mean I don't feel pain.



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Celebrity

As the car door opens, she steps out.
She is beautiful, beyond all doubt.
Her dress is as elegant as a ballerina’s dance.
All eyes on her, gazing in trance.
Her audience applauds her as she walks by.
She fakes a smile when she wants to cry.
She wants to escape this overwhelming life.
It saddens her that there is always strife.
She greets the others as she walks in.
They give her looks and also grin.
She wonders if they feel the same way.
Maybe on the inside, they are not ok.
Do they feel the pressure to always act out?
Drinking and partying, that’s not what life is about.
How can we be an influence when our morals are gone?
Even though we hurt, we continue to push on.
Sometimes she wishes she could go back to being just her.
The movies and spotlight is not what she deserves.
She feels the need to fulfill everyone’s desire.  
It takes control like a consuming fire.
She has grown weary with all the fame.
Life isn’t easy when there is no one else to blame.
The need for a normal life is there.
In the end, all she has is prayer.


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WINDBLOWN

Goodbyes
drift cross
the sands of time-
leaving regrets to
repine.


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Homelessness, Taoistically Speaking

Social uselessness is a virtue of its own kind;
Those we cast aside, glance at and then away from quickly,
Lest they notice, and smell our guilt,
Are free to live immodestly,
There being no need for posturing
When one's invisible.

Trees that grow lumpen or misshapen
Are left to live long and go unfelled,
Never to be transformed into pencils and parkbenches.
They carry on, in love with the sun,
Spreading their arms to embrace the sky
Season upon season;
The children skip over their roots 
And lovers loll beneath their boughs,
Their shade relieves the weary,
Their age comforts the old.
No carpenter's ambition
Will ever reach their wondrous hearts
And, perforce, transform them.

When they kick you, unwanted 
Out of the hospital psych ward,
Your illness not important because you've done 
Nothing to make the newspapers,
You can wander like a prophet, complete in yourself
Living your truths without needing an apologist.
And so it is with those we look away from,
The odd shapes among us who don't fit our spaces.

There's more to be seen by looking between things
Than can be found by looking straight at them;
The unshaped space around us speaks with an incessant tongue
Interpretable only by the spirit.

So if you really want to slip the blindfold for a change
And see the ones hovering around the fringes,
Start by studying their shadows,
And if they should deign to speak,
Listen with your eyes,
And if you want to feel them,
Reach deep inside yourself and rub the sore spots
You spend the day denying.

Reflection sustains reality
Like dewdrops on a leaf.
Try to understand this like a lesson and you'll fail,
But accept it without judgement
And it comes to you.
No man finds more truth than he who looks for nothing;
This is writ upon the bark of twisted trees.
Read it, then know what wisdom is.


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Despicable Friend

One
Man
cries out
soundlessly,
tears of agony.
Reflections dance on a black pool
Life ravages slowly. Taking a small bite daily.
Desperation eventually becoming mankind's dearest despicable friend.

	


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Android

I can’t remember everything, I can’t recall my birth
Aimlessly I wonder what my goal is here on earth
The prospects here are wide and vast, I seek my very cause
I’m switched on at the crack of dawn and dusk is when I pause
Deflated and depleted, I ponder then I do
Believe what I was programmed to, replaced by versions new
Existing just for mere research, experiment I am
My life “To let”, “for sale”, “for rent”; in shambles or a sham
Emotions first uploaded or rebooted and erased
Remote controlled with batteries recharged at every phase
Mirrored in an image, then observed through looking glass
My Father and Creator notes down everything that’s passed
Today I conquered obstacles according to the plan
One virus might turn bad to worst within outdated brand
If circuits fry a terminating prospect is abrupt
A live or die for me could mean abort or self-destruct
When all the data’s gathered and my purpose here is lost
The switch will flip, I’ll power down, repaired at extra cost
Core of bone covered with flesh, diverting all suspicion
That I was cloned and molded to a Master’s rendition


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I Remember

I remember the day
I heard you died,
I remember just how hard 
that I cried.

My heart ached more
then I felt it could be,
Just by knowing you 
were not here with me.

Even though you have
gone away,
The memories of you 
are here to stay.

You were like a
sibling should be,
Now you are a guardian
angel to me.


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Seek Ye His Face

You! – Put the gun down!!!
Take it away from your head
Erase the thought from your mind
Overcome that worried state of mind
Get on your knees and raise your head
Call on God for help and salvation
Build up your faith and your strength
Seek help from the tip of your tongue
Rejuvenate and elevate into His flock
Seek, ask, and He shall grace you
Say it, believe, and He will touch you
Now walk with me and let’s fellowship!


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The Addict

They live in a war zone, battling, absent of pause,
While seeking from within some exonerating cause;
Their existence is no more than one breath on a string,
They squint at the carnage, their war's sure to bring.

Having no distant future for the moment they exist,
All because of some substance free wills can't resist.
While their string continues their brains do so fry,
It has made drugs our problem a fact we can't deny.


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Believe in me

I saw your tears,
I knew something was wrong,
I knew with my mother,
My son didn't belong.
I saw the pain that you held 
deep inside.
I never wanted to leave you,
or ever have to say goodbye.
I chose for you to sleep safe in a bed,
instead of our car,
making sure you were fed,
was most important by far.
I wish I could take all the tears and
sadness away,
to correct all the wrongs and the mistakes that I made.
All you wanted was my approval, my affection and my love,
Yes, I know saying the words, just wasn't enough.
If I could go back in time          
I would have put up a bigger fight 
I would change it all today, 
to make your life a little more kind.
I would be to you all, what a mother should be,
I love you with all of my heart,
I just wish you could see,
All I ever wanted was for my children to believe in me.


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To What Do We Owe Thee?

To what do we owe thee for the sacrifice of your son?
The shedding of His precious blood to show love for everyone.
The death of Christ was necessary to save us from our sin,
For the glory of our Heavenly Father, life and peace within.
The gift of salvation was our God's compassionate plan,
As He included all mankind from each and every land.
The emblem of the rugged cross was filled with suffering and shame,
But eternal life was God's purpose all in Jesus' name.
At first Jesus spoke not a word, as He hung there on the cross,
The propitiator for all our sins, so we would not be lost.
As the hour neared for Christ's death, He murmured a forgiving word,
He directed His wish and last request as He looked upon the Lord.
"Forgive them Father",  Jesus said,  "For they know not what they do",
Through pain and anguish, He stayed on the cross just to save me and you.
Jesus' mission was accomplished when He hung His head and died,
The nails driven in His hands and feet, two thieves hung by His side.
The victory of death was heartbreaking, and it seemed all hope was gone,
But now our Saviour Jesus Christ sits right hand on the throne.
What an awesome act of love, delivered with no charge or fee,
To God be the glory for all He's done, everlasting life is free!




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Star Mark

To breathe, exhale into the dead of night
a thousand breaths like dandelion stars
We crisp the air in shadows of hindsight

The blackened gulf is blinded by the shards
of strobing thoughts and whispered melodies
in crystal cutting glass on blackened tar

We strip the sky to cellophane memories
a candle wick of dew and star regrets
with sticky tongues of darkened parodies

While knowing that a star long burned begets
and turns to ash and fallen bitter glow
our still exhaling tangible detects

To breathe, and yet to infinitely know
our wishes blow to space and far beyond
to light our future travels as we go...


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The Streets

The words that follow are not so grand
Because of The Streets on our countries land
By day they are light, lived and free
As night fades they change you'll see
 
Community spirit grows and sprouts
As the evening draws, neighbourhoods ooze doubts
The person you seen hours before
Is not the person you will come to adore
 
Gangs pimps in a darkened craze
Can't stand the light in a living way
They need the shadows to hide their souls
To capture the innocent in their putrid folds
 
Prostituted girls, our sisters and nieces
Become use able pieces
Nephews and sons, given guns
Do a deed and become one
 
The slime that rule, cowards are they
Hire big boys to do their say
Taken in, by dollars and booze
Where once they were someone
What respect they lose
 
Why should the neighbourhood 
Not be able to roam
In daylight or night
After all it's their home
 
The scum all around
Should disperse and flee
Out of The Streets
Of our towns and cities
 
If it's ever a road you have to go down
We should have the right to clear our town
Vigilante or law, what ever to be
Its our right
For The Streets to be free


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The Arizona Heat ---Tagged!!!

The heat of summer makes her brain gelatin
The Arizona sun turns her into a skeleton
Time and space she does not put to waste
Really, this poet lady is one of great taste

Iced tea and lemonade in the Arizona sunlight
Create an atmosphere for her that’s just right
Ink just drying on her newly crafted poem
Always ready to rate on the pole of totem

Tall she stands with stature in poet's land
Only doing right waving her magic wand
Leading other poets to higher heights
Lovely readings are on her poetic site

Everyone should look in her poetic bag
What? Jill Martin, you are now tagged!



Comments:  Okay Jill, I was tagged by Tamiviolet Manchas.  As a result, I have to 
pass the tag along.   Your name is on the top of the list.  Your poetry is just 
wonderful!  Now, you must find a poet whose poetry you enjoy reading, and tag 
that poet with a poem.  Man, this is so much fun!  Chau!



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The Man With A Brown Hat

I came from the islands in the Far East 
Where the bird of prey will rise 
That’s being prophesied, but I’m sure 
I’m not that One, for I possess not the golden rule 
Though, I searched for years in Lenin’s name 
Instead, I saw an empire fell from fame
Leaving behind my Caucasian brother
Watching his home town turned grey
When the desperate bombed it
By fate, once was a sailor with wan smile
Sailing the deep blue to catch the elusive dreams
Yet, I ended up alone, drinking ouzo 
In the queen city of the Gentiles
Where I found my mortal half
She wrapped me, with her love                                               
Now, I juggle my time from here and 
To the city of lights, to be with my bloods
But my skin betrayed me
One day, when I wanted to see my god
Imprisoning me for hours and les bleus
Were questioning the colour of my skin, but
Thanks to Heaven Above, for I’m still alive
Why do others can easily spoil the beauty?
Of my beloved, and yet, I can’t even glance 
Theirs, nor taste just the smell of their soil
Without being questioned
Or, being stared from head to toe
What if I do the same? 
Non, don’t panic! I will not, for
I've no power to change the name of the game
Maybe some day, but right now
I’ll focus myself to my new found joy 
In the arts of writings
And will keep honing my craft to perfection
Till I free the miseries deep inside…
Since I saw the first dawn thirty nine years ago 
In the beautiful archipelago
Bearing the Spanish name
For she was sealed tight with a fist
People, unite and let’s make peace
Listen to the messenger of these last days
The simple things I really wish….. for all

                   
                                         
                                           
                                     
    
                          
                       


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The Gift of a Moment

To capture a moment in your hands
To hold it, study it,
Look deeply into all things composing this moment.
Compiling a mental list of ingredients
And dissecting the consequences of this moment.

To crush this moment that you are grasping in your hands.
Extinguishing all life in it.
Executing something out of your own control.
Refusing the opportunity to channel this moment.
Exercising the possession of this moment before it flourishes.

Feeling the thunder of this moment.
Crash upon all levels of consciousness.
Defeating all futile attempts at righteousness.
Running from this moment as if behind you,
But truly it is front of you, glistening on the horizon.

The punch line of all moments is in evading the capture.
Being passed by, refused, overlooked, denial of acknowledgements and 
accolades.
Narrow minded, business always, imagination less nobodies.
Embodying nothing.
Hands gnarled with bitterness, lacking the ability to even capture life itself.

The exact essence of a moment.
Of the living embodiment of it's fleeting seconds.
A luxurious gift whether new and shiny or in tattered and faded wrappings.
Makeup who you are, your being.
Each heartbeat we fail to recognize, is just another fleeting moment of our life.


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Mirror with a Gun

Cast attention on the dreams we have caught
They’re nothing of our own
Filtering our hearts right through the dark
Until we give in to the unknown

Casting lights upon the pointless death
In the wars that we’ve become
It’s so sad to see what will really die
The part we kill because we run

Cast attention on the lies we create
Manifesting every fear
Will these walls protect me from the pain?
Will the static drive the tears?

Casting lights upon the obvious truth
That we can’t remember love
Because every notion that we think is right
Was not handed from above

Cast our questions into timeless stone
It’s time to walk away
Step again into the lonely dark
It’s time to feed the pain

Casting spells that only weave an end
This is what we’ve become
Friendly faces that will kill again
We’re just a mirror with a gun


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Predilection Edict

If possession is nine-tenths of the law
 entirely, you're mine
   though cosmically, empirically
         we lack the ties that bind

For naught these thoughts
 escape me through the river of the day
   while every beryl and burst of you
         contain me as they stay

And while the very air we breathe
 is cycled through our distance
   I know that even air succumbs
         to love in sweet resistance

If possession is nine-tenths of the law
 then what am I to do?
   for obligingly, surprisingly
         I now belong to you.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Tears

Are my tears enough.
Enough to show you I'm there.
Enough to show you I feel.
Enough to show you I care.
Enough to show I'm real.
Tell me are they enough.


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Passing Chance

At the moment the flying fish go by
on the side of the bus with commercial paint
you tip your coffee cup and river
the cafe's table and chair

At the moment the coffee finds the street
with you laughing outward with palms in the air
the wind swoops up a red umbrella 
right out of an old woman's hand

At the moment the umbrella breaks it's silk
in a crash on a rusty old iron fence
a child reveals a chocolate grin
to the wonderment of her mother

At the moment confetti is wiped off the face
with a wettened finger from the mother's mouth
a screeching of wheels holding tires ignites
and sends out a shower of sparks

At the moment the sparks snap into the air
and the car grinds the ground in attempt for speed
the bus with the flying fish slows down
to let one passenger off

At the moment the bus resumes it's haul
with me on the sidewalk bidding goodbye
I turn on my feet and walk back up the road
in an awkard attempt just to meet you.


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On Earth, You and Me


        YOU                                    
                                   

                                  Inside
                            Me             This
                           Or                  No           
                            You           One 
                                   Stand

                                                                          ME                                                                    
                           


As you can see no one’s inside, neither, you or me
On earth we are but just two, there is, no she or he
Nor they, only you and me, and we’re both outside
You’re on the upper side and I’m on the lower side

Great riches is absolutely your convincing power
And from poverty, day and night, I endlessly suffer
You discreetly dislike my skin, though I am meek 
I like the color of your God given, apple-red cheek

Ah! Indeed, God created us, but is He really fair?
My mind is yelling, this is not fair! He’s, too, unfair! 
For He gave you all I like, in this world, everything
And He gave me what you dislike, only little thing

You’ve all, the looks, the wisdom, and great wealth 
I’ve poorer looks, lesser wisdom, and a poor health
You’ve all, and still, for fame, you play with a flame
O, less I got, always, your faults, I do get the blame

This is what we are; accepting the truth is not easy
But I learned a thing, when you’re, too, damn busy
Our Creator had set upon us, an ultimate equalizer
Nil counts, even if,we win the Nobel or the Pulitzer

O gee! We do have something in common, after all
I breathe, you breathe, and someday we are to fall
Now I see that God is fair, time to say, we are sorry
I don’t know if you reflected on this, do you worry?


 


Details | I do not know? | |

With The Kids

Another boring lost night.
Sipping on warm beers outside the local store.
Trying to stay outta the cops sight.

Cars gather stereos blasting in the 
parking lot.
Local kids gather telling stories 
and smoking pot.

Susan and Billy just got back 
togather.
Jacks drunk again.
Lookin for a fight with a mind of a child 
and skin of leather.

The town tramp and the football team.
There studs  and she's a slut.
Its a flaw in society it does seem.

broken bottles and the butt of a
cigarette.
We were all there sometime.
First loves are the hardest to forget.

Drinking beers outta plastic red cups talkin 
bout gettin out of this place.
Best friends always forget to touch base.

Looking for something togather in the backseat.
Voices fill the air.
In parking lots across the country kids meet.

Allison wants to be perfect so she starves herself 
for days.
Cindy cant stand this life.
So with a razor she plays.

Tommy tries to ignor what others say.
Idiot's mix well with ignorance.
He just got beaten half to death for being 
gay.

His lifes so perfect yet he overdoses
Farewell to the pain he bid's 
Makes you question.
What besides angst  is with the 
kids


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Guilt

No other place so wretched
Has ever seen the light
Its treachery ever hidden
By the darkness of the night

A prison of forgotten promises
A tomb of shattered dreams
The silence ever broken
By the sounds of hollow screams

Death here has no meaning
For we all just wait to die
Beckoning, though we might
It will only pass us by

Trapped here in this prison
Where no one will ever find
My thoughts now hold me hostage
Inside my infected mind

Poisoned, by my trangressions
And the broken trust I've built
I suffer in this shameful place
A place that I call Guilt






Details | Fibonacci | |

Her Poet



If 
I 
Should be
Your poet,
In thy garden, let 
My muses, as I do now, spell 
For thee, the sweet honey of spring where I humbly come.  


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Underwear

Soft, pink satin,
Baby blue with lace.
Underwear, underwear every place.

Hot red silk
Plain white cotton
Underwear here even I had forgotten.

Black and slinky,
Is that a thong?
Underwear like that almost seems wrong.

Blue with Purple polka dots
Roses scattered over lime.
Underwear like that could never,  ever be mine!


Details | I do not know? | |

Dress-up

We play dress-up.
Being someone that we know we're not.
We play dress-up.
Pretending to have something we don't got.
We play dress-up.
Be yourself, don't waste your whole life playing games.
We play dress-up.
Young girls saying they're older using other people's names.
We play dress-up.
Come on! Is all that "bling-bling' neccessary.
We play dress-up.
Christians contridicting each other, getting stressed out, just kno all your 
burdens God will carry.

So the next time you look in the mirror ask yourself are you playing dress-up?
Live your life to the fukkest don't nder estimate yourself, go on be tough.

Love who you are and start being yourself.
When you get to heaven God will give you freedom and rewards and wealth.


Details | I do not know? | |

Those Numbers

Met the first time and you blew my mind,
Hopefull you'll dial those numbers
Whenever you need me just come and see me or,
You can just dial those numbers
Talk to me slowly when I need you to console me,
After you dial those numbers
To me you were my baby you never would forsake me,
So we never had a problem with dialing those numbers
The spark was gone we left each other alone and,
Never again dialed those numbers
I see you and I just simply reply

"What happened to those precious numbers"


Details | I do not know? | |

Glory and Gold, or Love and Life

our days are now numbered
as we creep into the years
we are raging into the future
yet we haven't found the wheel to steer
concentrate we must
for this world is cold
prevailing are the ones
that shall stand up so bold
when you die , if your name
is not carved in stone
the only way you shall be remembered
is letters on your headstone
for of the billions of people
in the world of today
only few know
to live one day
as if it is your last
for any day your life
may be taken in a flash
so many people are consumed
with money and power
how truly valuable is that 
in our very last hour?
we base all our codes
on possession of gold
yet life is more precious
as one grows old
will you be remembered 
for your insatiable greed
or will your name be imortal
by your unprecidented good deeds?
money in this day
is more than addictive
consumed by it you may
turn unexplainably vindictive
base your life not on love
but by wealth and power
yet as the question above clearly states
wealth is nothing
in a mans last hour


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I KNOW BETTER

Now that I think about it...
WHY?
Why did I trust him?
Why did I give-in?
Only to end up feeling sorry for myself
I trusted him with most of my heart
WHY? I know not!
He lied.
Cheated my feelings.
He even told me he loved me!
I didn't believe it and for that 
Im proud of myself
He called me "baby"...
As he did all the other girls
He was talking to.
"His shortcake"
He made me believe that I was his #1
So genuine yet such a deceiving liar
He disrespected all girls
Gave all guys a bad reputation.
For now and forever
I will never really trust them
All of them are the same
Some just put on a better act then others.


Details | I do not know? | |

~Unforgiving Soul~

Life can be beautiful and long. Or life could be short and depressing. Some people 
act happy when they are sad. Their anger will grow and only get mad.  Fear to live 
can be so strong. Some people will cut life short before they're time. They feel 
the only way out is suicide. For death is a gift that God gave us. But love is a 
choice that some don't follow. The hatred rejection breathes can turn you hallow. 
Your eyes tell the truth of an unforgiving soul. The darkness you seek is out of 
control. One day at a time it consumes you. Then at last your finally threw. You 
are bitter and heartless, angered, and cold. Sooner or later your evil will unfold. 
You have gone into hiding and left the light. Any chance you get you try to fight. 
The pain you buried so many years ago. The scars and fears of an unforgiving soul. 
Your day will come and you will forgive. The child you saved was abandoned and 
hide. Your life is peaceful and calm. Your little baby will grow up happy and 
strong. You saved a life and got yours back. You had so much pain and rage filled 
attacks. You can sleep without the dreams of a viscous man. Everything is Better 
now you can finally think. You stop and wonder why he took that last drink? Why he 
abused your young body? Where he was when he hid? Why he did the things he did? 


Details | Free verse | |

Caught in the Rain

It came with a flash upon my back
Caught off guard, suspenders hanging
Madly rushing to find a place so safe

From around the bend with a honk
“Hey watch your steps” was a shout
Horn blowing while in passing 
One disgruntled taxi driver glaring
Newspaper umbrella in ruins

Noisy rumbling above from a subway
Heading down the track, clank, clank, clank
Brown dog barking, woof, woof, looking back

Shelter at last, finally found a spot
The rain came down with a heavy shout 
Caught shirtless and without shoes
Now sipping coffee listening the blues 
Feeling brand new tasting some stew


Details | Ballad | |

OUR MAIN REASON FOR BEING HERE...

When youth sets us beautifully aglow
to soar on the swift wings of a sparrow,
and altough the unknown may frighten us:
we will not stop from living out those dreams,
because we are the constant seekers
bolder than the soldiers of fortune 
willing to stare in the face of events that'll follow, 
be in the incognito and confront fate alone...

Our main reason for being here
is to accomplish unthinkable and amazing things;
to start where the smallest dream begins,
and make it grow by taking the giant steps of an achiever...
We should never fear the challenges that lie ahead, 
but is it worth to step back and not speedly act...
imagining of the wonderful visions 
of the the unseen tomorrow that
rampantly flourish inside our impatient head?

Will we fall from the flaming,crimson sky
and grope our way to a passing cloud above
with the certainty of having found love,
or will we quickly come down to earth and die?
Which one is better:  being a disillusioned dreamer,
who can still dream,or a sullen-looking miser?

Our main reason for being here
is to love with grace and intensity,
and have the willingness to break down
the ugly and horrible barriers of alienation;
and finally let all thoughts flow in without diversity,
to discover who we really are...


Details | Couplet | |

LONG HAIR MUSIC

His freak flag is still out there flying; He never has put it down;
Hope for peace and power to the people; will stay with him; as long as He’s around.

People make remarks about it; and act like they don’t care;
 But he bets some wish it was; those days of flowers and flowing hair.

Everybody’s joining up; with the popular opinions;
And persecuting those who chose; not to live in there dominion.

Is this the new reality; if you wear it you can own it;
Or is reality only that which is; convenient for the moment?

Today He pulled his music out; and played some old time tunes;
Savoy Brown, Electric Flag and the dark side of the moon.

Now here we are with newer days; and we still can’t ban the bomb;
How long before the words “we trust in God” from money will be gone?

Oh yeah He trusts; He trust that Standard oil still pays no taxes;
And when put to the forefront most of us; will claim that all’s well when they ask us.

Then again somebody could wind up dead; stranger things have happened you know.
John's dead so is Bobby, Martin too; and all the witness at the grassy knoll.

Need attention, hell yes; He’s looking for anyone who really is paying attention;
And not too busy living out life’s negative contentions.

Black power, women rule, east side, west side; but we the people; grow pale
  We’re living in a type of matrix telling us not to pass go but go straight to jail.

Oh your pardon, you’ve never been behind bars; bars don’t make the prison you see;
If you take a closer look; you might notice your choices really aren’t that free
.
Tell him the answer to this; why are we always making people do things our way;
Does this country really try to liberate; or just make a junior U.S.A.?

I’ll tell you what he thinks; we’re to busy trying to survive to bother with injustices;
He thinks that’s how the bureaucrats want it; and he supposes that’s just how it is.

What are you going to do cry; that don’t help; Get violent, that’s not a good deal;
There isn’t anything to do as far as he can see; so give it a break just keep it real.

We the people aren’t happening anymore; that just isn’t nice thing to face now is it?
Who knows, move to Canada maybe; as far as him hoping though; that He’ll never quit


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Dancing Shadows

She Silently waits in the darkness,
Her punishment will come this night.
As he come bursting through their front door, 
Her future no longer looks so bright.

Trying to hide her secret scars
Scars she wants no one to see,
with his hands held tight around her throat,
he said "You will never leave". 

Behind her blue eyes she silently cries,
terrified to utter a sound,
Her end is near, she knows that this time
At his hand he will meet her demise.

Their shadows are dancing upon the walls
He pushes and shoves her until she falls.
Praying that someone would hear her cries,
She sees the hatred in his cold, unforgiving eyes.

An eerie silence fell upon their home,
He stood there staring at what he had done.
As he turned in disbelief,
There stood Carrie, she was watching, she was only three.

The air is so cold now, its so hard to breathe
Theres a heart wrenching sadness one couldn't conceive,
There will be no more bruises, there will be no more pain,
Because his soul, that's where her blood stained


Details | I do not know? | |

Let us Learn

She lives on the edge of town
she wears a second-hand smile and a faded gown,
She spreads the love around
but at night when she cries there's no lovin' sound:
 
She's got a lot to give
There's a whole lot of life that she has yet to live,
She wants to make them see
All the fools walk around, but so blindly:
 
Who is she to talk?
She still hasn't learned to gracefully walk,
She admits, she's got a lot to learn
and with every mistake, comes the after-burn:
 
They've got a lot to say
and the stones from their mouths bruise her everyday,
She feels a lot of hurt
No one can see her clearly through the dust and dirt:
 
The fault may be her own
by now she's built a fortress from those sticks and stones,
she's suffered broken bones
but what can soothe the pain when it's your heart, alone?
 
By now, she's flown away
like the birds she was waiting for a sunny day,
what have you left to say?
You all stood by and simply watched her colors start to fade:
 
She's now the setting sun
smell her sweet fragrance when the day is done,
She's not the only one
We were taught to stand strong
but we all learned to run.


Details | Rhyme | |

Friends

If you ever feel a little sad
or things seem a little blue
always remember that 
i'll always  be there for you
a listening ear i'll always be willing to  lend
for such a dear and valuable friend
you are special as special as can be
if you ever need a friend
you can always count on me.

Jesus is always our one 
and true friend we can always  count on him. Jesus  said that if we call upon him he will 
answer us. pslam 34:17
everyone who asks recives. and he who seeks find and to him who knocks it shall be 
opened. Luke 11:10    He will never let you down.AMEN.


Details | Free verse | |

Where Have We Gone

where we strived for peace and harmony 
cared about one another 
instead of grabbing guns from the armory 
shouldn't we love thy brother 
where children no longer respect 
parents, guardians that now neglect 
education is at an all time low 
attention disorders, I don't think so 
religious people, they claim to be 
believe different, then you'll see 
murder and homelessness at an alarming rate 
oh well, that's their fate 
liberty for all, was the idea 
poverty has many searching for a meal 
leaders and politicians can't be trusted 
the wheels of justice leave one disgusted 
seniors dying from lack of healthcare 
whatever happened to "I'll be there" 
for you and I, life goes on 
but tell me, where have we gone. 


DEDICATED TO THOSE WHO STILL TRULY CARE 


Details | Free verse | |

princess of suburbia.

cupcake.
dollface.
blue eyed beauty.
cookie cutter girl,
princess of suburbia.
she's sick,
because she likes it.
blood confetti on her notebooks,
the twinkle in her eye.
staining words on twisted minds.
her followers.
they want to taste the berries on her lips,
feeling the metallic taste in her mouth.
they love the broken things,
mangled shoelaces,
hearts torn apart.
they look up to her.
she used to play with barbie dolls.
turning them into baby prostitutes,
coke heads,
models who rose above.
she used to sing to herself in the basement,
or where ever there was running water.
math makes her brain itch.
wal-mart makes her claustraphobic.
so lets break out,
she thinks,
slipping valium into her teddy bears head.
no need to hide from the monsters of her mind.
theyve already gotten to her.


Details | I do not know? | |

Harry Whittington

Dick Cheney went out shooting,
Mistook a friend for a bird,
Shot him in the face and chest,
Then not a sound was heard.

They rushed him to the hospital,
Where they got him stabilized,
But later he had a heart attack,
That was nearly his demise.

Now Cheney had no license,
For the shooting of the quail,
So they tried to make a cover up,
But the press were on his tail.

It turns out that he'll just get a warning, 
And not even an expected fine,
Tonight he'll be sitting on his sofa,
Sipping some expensive wine.


Details | Free verse | |

Who are they Really?

The girl you see is not all she works out to be 
Got no troubles Dont care Never has a downed moment

The girl your used to seeing has what?
A nice house A Lot of friends but what does this mean 

The Girl you know is not what she seems
sensitive emotional stressed??

The girl that people thinks is like this 
Needs to change

Then people can follow her steps 
become what they need to be 

Themselves.


Details | I do not know? | |

WHAT IS LOVE

I often ask the man in me
If  I  lost love  would I still see
That midnight star that shines so bright
To warm me on the coldest nights
Like an angels tear it brings the rain
To wash my wounds and heal my pain
Such wonder must be heaven sent
And every chance I bathe in it
So is it really fair of me
To question  what God’s given thee
Which warms me when I see your face
Yet multiplies when we embrace
And as I watch you in your sleep
Drifting off to somewhere deep
 I stay awake till night has left
To make sure you don’t miss a breath
Again I ask the man in me 
Just what is love and now I see
That love is pure and always true
Stays by your side so love is you….


Details | Acrostic | |

Curry Favor

C larifying your hidden lies,   I see
U nderneath your opaque disguise…  I
R ead your eyes,   I 
R ead your eyes…
Y ielding despise,  it’s only I…
F rustrated with echoing laments and cries,  just to
A nswer your fake words and smiles…  I
V enture my life,   I venture my emotional life
O nly to end it all… until it’s demise…
R eading your eyes… I can always read your betraying eyes.


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Tomorrow Has Come And Gone

Years have passed since i dreamt that night
Noises in my head, waking up to that sight
Overnight my city in desperate plight
 
Tragedies followed as the population began to fade
The strong wallowed, as the weak frayed
Mankind shown to be true, as their actions displayed
 
I found i was not alone, as others had escaped the curse
Their actions that i witnessed, man doing his worst
Abusing, taking advantage in their normal daily thirst
 
The ones who lost their eyes, never seen their end come
Even the deafened ones, never heard the sound of a gun
The muted ones just gaped, as they all tried to run
 
The fortunate ones had prayed, on the inflicted souls in strife
Targeting the weak, playing with their lives
The killings and the maiming in typical murderous rife
 
Eventually the fortunate, wanted more and more
They fought amongst themselves just like they did before
Everyday i look all around me, forever will i abhor
 
I walk our cities and towns, thinking what they used to be
The hustle and bustle of life, in the world of you and me
One day i will go to sleep, when i awake what will i see



The follow up too " It Will Happen Tomorrow "



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-6.php


Details | I do not know? | |

The Rage Within

Your ignorant torturing and teasing sparks me.
It ignites me.
My rage is ignited, 
Ignited like a wild forest fire.
Uncontrolable!
The tears in my eyes are like the billowy, thick clouds of smoke in the sky.
Then it comes and outburst of anger that seers everyone and everything in my 
path.
It leaves a disastrous trail, a mark of destruction.
Why did you spark me?
Who's going to calm me down?
Tell me who's going to put me out?


Details | Senryu | |

The Mighty Hulk

He is turning green…
Someone just made him real mad—
Keep the man happy!


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

:DREAMS LOST FOREVER:

                                 Dreams are lost forever as people die,
The people left behind can do nothink but wipe away tears from there eyes,
                   Theres a million sad faces when some one is lost,
                                          And the People left behind,
                                      Are the ones who count the cost,
                    You can sense and smell the person moving in your home,
                                      And you know deep in your heart,
                                               You will never be alone,
                                               Dreams are lost forever,
                                                        As people die,
                                          But they are gone to Heaven,
                                                   So please dont cry;
                                                                 "BY"
                                                  THE WARRIOR POET
                                                           "E.J.HEALY"
                                                     --------------------------


Details | Rhyme | |

"THERE'S SOMEONE WHO CARES FOR YOU !!!"

There's  someone  who  cares  for  you
No  matter  what  you  do
And  it  doesn't  matter  what  you  go  through
Somebody  else  has  been  there  too.
Sometimes  things  have  been rough
Times  when  even  I've  had   enough
But  I  stayed  strong, and  remain  tough.
For  I  know  that  things  won't  be  this  way  always
Because  yet  to  come are  better  days.
Just  trust, and  believe  with  all  of  your  heart
Then  say  a  prayer  and  Jesus  will  do  his  part.
Without  him  we'll  always  fall
When  in  the  beginning  he  should've  been  the  1st  we call.
So  now  that  we  know  what  we  are  to  do
With  just  little  bit  of  faith, we  must  stay  true.



Details | I do not know? | |

The Blackened

This tale is true and mine. A world 
Of wonder and color surrounded me 
Long-ago. Bliss, fulfillment and freedom 
Dwelled by my side. This picturesque planet, 
For a person who renders it useless.

Me: an inmate imprisoned in darkness. 
Colors bleed out in streams of absence
As blackness seizes their thrones.
Pictures, paintings and murals are consumed
By infernos of midnight flames.
They serve no purpose. Stripped from 
Their homes, oh how the walls stand naked.

Books: letters, burst with ink. Flooding 
Pages in wretched shadows, leaving them
Handicapped within this nightmare. Mirrors: 
Oh how they no longer haunt my approval, 
For my existence is not within them.
This reflective world is so foreign. As I
Do not perceive it. Gleaming light bulbs
Nay not be ignite, as they do not
Illuminate this gloom.

I see the night within the day. 
Emotions through sight, dead, they now lay.
For I see nothing, but feel everything 
Before me. I’m lifeless, but living.
I shall not exist in a world
Of wonder and color. Only
In a world that is four out of five.
I shall exist in touch and in taste.
In fragrance and in hearing, but blackened
Shall my eyes stay
For its been too long since they’ve gone away.


Details | Narrative | |

The People's Voice

The people's choice, not the people's voice,
this is what I hear in a country so lost.
Who do we elect to stand for what's right,
how do we know they will, when they are out
of sight.
Ron said it best with his poem, "ReUnited,"
and he can count on me, to always, be right
beside him.
He touched on life, the war, and death,
and he tells America, don't be led.
God made us equal, at least in His eyes,
we never have to stand for deceit, and lies.
We can lie down, and take what we get,
or we can join hands, and stop this regret.
Silence means acceptance, and no one cares,
but how can we let them betray us, do we dare?
I'm with Ron, stand up for what is right,
polygraph them all, on T.V.  tonight.


Details | Rhyme | |

God Beautifully Created Us


God Beautifully Created Us! God beautifully created us with unique features. Because of sin, we’ve become fallen creatures. God deigned us to have fellowship with him! But that was broken, on account of SIN! God formed us out of the dust of the ground… His wonderful creation was made all around! God had a purpose and a plan in mind. He wanted to be a part of mankind. This was broken because of Adam and Eve’s fall. But through Christ… He’s made a way after all! Through Christ we have access to God’s throne. He died for us so we can make heaven our home! His gift of mercy is for all to receive! Won’t you accept him? And believe? By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Coffee House Prayer

As I sit here
     at a table for one
     hundreds of miles away,
     I imagine where I'll be 
     when the winter winds down
     and the sun warms my skin again,
I realize, this is it
     a new beginning
     the crossroads
     the winds are changing
     and cradling me softly with them
I just pray they'll be gentle
    and carry me safely
      to where I belong:
         where ever that may be.


Details | Ode | |

In Memoriam (Che Guevara)

                            I
I woke up this morning with tears in my eyes,
your face was in the morning paper;
they shot you dead like a dog,
hunted you out all day and night.

                            II
They said you'd always been a bad seed
and youths were dying because of you;
they said you're a criminal on the run
with a dirty face and shaggy head.

                    (Refrain)
But I know you better than they do,
you preached love to all the people;
you fought for them, young and old,
you lit up their nights with your heart.

                            III
And now as I see you lying dead,
it seems my dreams have vanished as well;
they can call you names, any names they want,
but I know there's only one like you, 
there's only one like you, 
there's only one Che Guevara.
              (Repeat Refrain)
                
You lit up their nights with your heart,
you lit up their nights with your heart,
you lit up their nights with your heart.



Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

judge me not

Judge me not because only god can judge me
yea my life is wild and crazy and sometimes hard
but judge me not because only god can judge me
people tell me I'm wrong in so many things i do
but judge me not because only god can judge me
yea i like alot of things that in your eyes maybe wrong
but judge me not because only gor can judge me
in your eyes I will never be right and strong to you am never right and always 
wrong.
but judge me not cause only god can judge me


Details | I do not know? | |

Four Simple Letters

Only four simple letter can cause so much pain.
Only four simple letters can cause someone to go insane.

Those four simple letters can set the difference between friends or becoming a 
little more passionate.
Those four simple letters can make sex a little bit more intimate.

Saying those four simple letters can make a guy feel like he the one that is so 
special to her.
Saying those four simple letters can let a girl kno that she's the woman that he 
prefers.

So be very careful when you say that word/
Because it can heal or hurt if seen, helt ot heard.

If you're serious with someone LOVE is what you need to claim.
Because there's no where to run when LOVE is calling yout name.


Details | Free verse | |

Plant Tale

That lone ornamental plant,
that stood straight,
with colored shiny leaves,
had its own story to relate,
it was brought in infancy,
to the office,
to decorate and tickle fancy,
it was an eye soothe,
amongst dead office wood eye sores,
and people who were alive,
but wanted others dead,
plant was innocent,
and had not thought so in the start days,
but had gathered that over each passing day,
he had a secret to reveal,
that people came to office,
not to work,
but to work down others,
they were jealous and egoists,
they spoke lies and spoke bad of others,
most of the time they did that,
only a little was left,
for the work for which they were paid for,
life of the plant was spent thus,
he became tired and almost dead,
he knew these evil people,
would throw him out one day,
and that they did,
but he was happy,
that he was free,
of evil and bad.


Details | Free verse | |

End of the Wick

Reaching the end's wick
Hearts' blind innocent revenge
Burn as smiles rip...
Alas, come the end.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

REFLECTIONS

                           Reflections of a day gone by
                           Reflections in the mirror of tears in my eyes
                           Reflections in a window pane
                           Trying to erase all the pain
                           Reflections of your face near me
                           Reflections of what never would be
                                      You said you loved me
                                       You didn't stay
                            Reflections of a lie,that never goes away.


Details | Epigram | |

Good And Evil

Indeed, the Good desires & the Evil desires;
The two are hungry rivals that go side by side
And they are both being found in the inside;
One is on the left & the other, is on the right;
They've power to influence the heart & mind,
But, if one fed I must, I let my destiny decide.


Details | Free verse | |

About Me Pt. 2

I’m a man of my word,
I always do my best to keep every promise,
and I never make a promise I know I can’t keep
I’ll give you the shirt off my back if you really do need it,
but I’m no humanitarian
I always offer others my help,
but I rarely accept the assistance of others,
because it makes me feel like I’m weak
I am weak,
yet, I’m stronger than I seem
I am a rock star on the inside,
but, physically and mentally, I’m a rock star who has no musical abilities
At times I have self-esteem,
but, I really never do
I’ll say I believe in myself and that I’m happy with what I can do,
but, truth be told,
there’s always that nagging doubt,
the lingering thought,
the dreaded fear of proving myself right,
and confirming the utter worthlessness that I usually find in myself
I overanalyze everything
I’m always thinking about something
I love to watch people
but I hate it when people stare
I am a Christian,
but at times I wonder if God even cares?
then call myself a fool for ever thinking that way,
as I finally see all of the things I take for granted that He’s blessed me with 
everyday
I always wait too late to say what I’m feeling,
or can never seem to find the courage to say it when I want to
With time, I’ve grown too scared to reach for the stars,
to walk out on limbs,
put myself on the line
but, I don’t want to be left behind,
I don’t want to watch those around me grow and become happier,
while I am stuck in misery
I don’t know who I am


Details | Free verse | |

Mrs. Hershey's Garden

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


Details | I do not know? | |

A Tale of My Sisters

 
With nimble imploring    
 
Of a tale found quite pretentious,
 
I found:
 
My sisters, my comrades,
 
Obtained skills some found offensive.
 
They roamed the hills of Scotland,
 
Burdened with hope enough for nations,
 
And every time our Mother cried,
 
Witnessed imprudent brutalization.
 
Through lands both waste and riches,
 
Continued on:
 
A solemn pilgrimage;
 
Armed with only incantations,
 
And herbs:
 
A witch's privilege.
 
Morrigan has told my spirit
 
What Brigid tried to say,
 
Men without us are monsters,
 
But their minds are such as clay.
 
That is why we carry on 
 
Our nomadic occupation,
 
Driven from villages as The Dragon dies,
 
Though what we bring's salvation.
 
I've seen my sisters burn on poles,
 
Through lights: Theatre Magic,
 
Everyone was awed indeed,
 
My sisters' fates were tragic.
 
So to ensure insure 
 
'Twas not in vain,
 
I set forth in expedition,
 
To find the valley between the hills,
 
That my sisters' lore has mentioned.


Details | Romanticism | |

Bittersweet Memories

Walks around the lake are bittersweet memories
that leave tears in my eyes
tears in my eyes
I remember the way your hand felt in mine
how the world seemed fine
yeah
the world was mine
I remember staring into your eyes
knowing that you would always be there
My mind is full of these bittersweet memories
leaving tears in my eyes
tears in my eyes
I remember when I could make you smile
yeah
when I could make it all worthwhile 
I remember when I was all you needed
yeah
when no one else would do
We used to waste nights away
talking about anything and everything
sometimes even nothing at all
I’m choking up with every thought of you
as these bittersweet memories are leaving tears in my eyes
tears in my eyes


Details | Quatrain | |

Hope Lodge

Welcome to the Lodge of Hope
A fine staff awaits your meeting
Courage and faith are introduced
As virtue upholds the greeting

Diagnosis for extended stay
Prep with knowledge of chemical war 
Reflecting on acquaintance familiar
My dear mom lodged here months before

Festive parties invite kind reception
Embrace found in song’s revelry
Catching streamers of social confetti
Entertainment eludes life’s injury

Friendship courts a thanksgiving spirit
Radiating beams that fuse plans for a cure
Wreaths of holly adorn three shiny heads
As best wishes tap dance through the door

Restoration served with affection
When a New Year kneels to the floor
Covered with timeless impressions
Left to foster the guests before

Aid through local perspective
Proves beneficial still
As traumatic events integrate
Preserving courage and goodwill

Carry homeward inspiration
Gently wrap and lace with rope
A memento of reflections
Presented in the Lodge of Hope




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Let's Write A Poem

Here’s my plea: Let’s write a poem for the world to read;
And in it is a message that all can relate or heed;

Encourage others to pick a pen instead of a gun;
With this poem let people be taught to bond 

all spirits, whether in distress or in joy with a smile;
This poem we write be a reminder that life is fragile;

That peace is at hand, only if we want to achieve;
People will learn to greet enemies and they shall be received;

All of us can write, whether you’re white, black, or brown;
Just believe in what you can do; and not to aspire the crown

Of hate, if you dare tomorrow comes without tears,
Nor will there be worries of living in fears;

With this poem, people will burst not
In paroxysm of rage, but, be inspired to share a lot

Such as love, hope, or maybe, just give a friendly kiss;
You know, it’s easy to write a poem, than writing peace.


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Behind The Smile

You see her smile, and she seems alright.
But what you don’t see is that she is crying inside
You think if she is sad, why doesn't she shed a tear? 
Maybe showing emotion is her biggest fear. 
She doesn't want people to see something is wrong. 
All she wants is for people to think her heart is strong. 
She doesn't want to know what others might say, 
If she just broke out in tears one day. 
Just remember what goes up must come down 
And a smile can easily cover up a frown. 
This girl, if you cannot see, 
Is no one other than me. 


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The Inner Workings

Can it truly be said that a man is mere logic
when I see your emotion as if it hung in the air?
Can it truly be said that a woman's mere feelings
when my brain is like clockwork in logic to bare?
Leaning tos, that is another discussion
for I will admit that I lean toward the tears
and maybe you too would admit just for reference
that you have the mechanics of a man of your years
But don't you think too, that a blending occurs
right at the moment two soul mates connect
and each leans in toward the other's attraction
they otherwise fell, in their days, to neglect?
Perhaps that is why your eyes well up quite rightly
when you see that my heart has been scorched by design
And maybe that's why I hold common sense tightly
and wrap it in gauze to be precious in kind
We are just truly conjoined puzzle pieces
with traits to be honored as sweet compliments
Whether it's logic or sheer, raw emotion
we balance each other in complete confidence.


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Alba

Rustic mountains
Through glaciations
Moulded this wonderful
Scottish Nation
 
Caledonian Forests
Covered our land
On our Western Islands
Golden beached sands
 
Glens and rivers
Cris cross our land
Glorious moors
Where the Highland Stag stands
Majestic and tall
Proud and might
This king of beasts
The most wonderful sight
 
Scenery to thrill
Heather-ed in purpled bloom
Look out any window
Its our own front room
 
Golden Eagles
Soar above these lands
Winged royalty
In their blue blooded strand
 
Our contribution to our modern world
Is all around us, read and learn
Logie Baird, with Television
Pedal Cycle, Kirkpatrick MacMillan
Medical marvel, Penicillin
 
In other Nations our touch has felt
Our Ancestors us, we Celts
For centuries we cast our nets
To further lands
We were always met
Friendly Scots in every way
Gave this world 
A better say
 
America, Canada,  New Zealand too
Us Scots are in me and you
Ancestral blood runs through our veins
The quite wonderful Scottish strain
Alba.


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland.php


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Poetess

In breathing her scent, her decorous compliment,
Through words that arouse and inspire thought,
A sensual lament, her rhymes circumvent 
Mediocre, and genius is wrought.

In feeling her mind, her beauty so defined
By sentiments incisive and fabulously clear,
A sculpted design of promises divine
Aspects attract and endear.

In drinking her sight, her visual delight,
In gulps that sink fathoms and cry out for more,
A vision in flight, aesthetic and bright,
Artistry formed to adore.

In touching her dream, her breathtaking scheme,
At instants both vital and blindingly fresh,
A beauteous gleam in a subconscious stream,
A feminine poem made flesh. 


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Lies

Why do people let others walk
all over them?
To let them take advantage of
you, and you not say anything.
To let them take from you, and 
you do nothing.
Thought you were smarter than 
that, but I guess I was wrong.
See you just let them keep 
coming back, to do it again.
Why are people so dumb, but
want us to think they are so smart?
It's time to open your eyes,
and stop them from hurting you.
But when it comes to her, you 
are blind.
She tells you lies, and you 
believe her.
I tell you the truth, and you
don't hear me.


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AN ODE TO MY GRANDPA

More rocks than soil on those flinty hills
Where he tilled the grudging land.
He chopped the sprouts and manned the plow,
With cracked and callused hands.
No stranger to adversity,
Through hard and bitter years
He wet the dusty, stony ground
With a poor man’s sweat and tears.
                                     
He was not a man you’d hear complain,
Though hard times dogged his trail.
He faced the foe unflinchingly;
His courage never failed.
He cried unto his unseen Friend,
A Friend who always hears--
To the One who sees and understands
A poor man's sweat and tears.
                                    
The legacy he left behind
Was not of wealth or fame.
On history’s golden pages
You will not find his name.
He lived a simple, honest life,
In a world that little cares.
His name was written in the dust
In a poor man's sweat and tears.
                                     
No rocks, no sprouts, no callused hands
Where he safely dwells today,
In that everlasting Eden,
Beyond the Milky Way.
Where hope ends in reality
And joy relieves all fears--
A garden where no one is poor--
And no more sweat and tears.


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the flying saucer



                                            the flying saucer
                                 missing my head by an inch
                                            did you notice it?


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Who am I

Innocent, juvenile, moppet
I am a child
Courageous, gallant, dauntless
I am a free spirit
Hearing, heeding, harking
I am a listener
Open, direct, frank
I am honest
Liberal, understanding, unsparing
I am generous
Trite, worn out, bathetic
I am tired
Divided, severed, separated
I am divorced
Forebearer, ascendant, parent
I am a mother
Contributor, benefactor, supporter
I am a friend
Devine, heavenly, spiritual
I believe in God
Feminine, passionate, strong
I am a woman
Sunrise, daybreak, morning
I am Dawn


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Parents

Stuck in traffic, what will he do,
she just called, and said I need you.
Pains have started, five minutes apart,
would carry myself, but the car won't start.
He told her calmly, I'm leaving now,
clocking out, I'm headed down.
Rush hour roulette, stuck in the rear,
is that a siren he hears.
Finally  two hours slowly crept by,
he stepped on the gas, that car did fly.
Already left, she was ready to birth,
neighbor said, that woman is tough.
Back in the traffic, headed South,
to the hospital, horn blaring loud.
Running inside, as fast as he could,
trying to make it, he hoped he would.
Where is maternity, I'm needed there,
tiny little woman, with long blonde hair.
Follow me, the nurses said,  put this on,
and stand over there.
Then he saw her, holding a blanket so close,
smiling all over, tears rolling off her nose.
Look, she said, we have two,
didn't expect this, did you?
Speechless, and stunned, and a little wore out,
he is just learning, what being parents is all about.


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Painful Reminder

If reading this disturbs you
you're not the only one.
You are probably being reminded
of something you have done.

I am your painful reminder
that no one will forget.
I will always speak my mind.
I am not finished yet.

The pain you feel is nothing
compared to what you've done.
Don't worry, I know you're reading this
(and you're not the only one.)


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Season of Peace

Mean spiritedness
Shall not prevail this season
Peace to all mankind


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Your Presence

I can be in a room all alone,
but somehow still hear your voice.
Could've just taken a shower,
I still smell your cologne on me from where we hugged.
The nights we stayed up and you whispered sweet nothings to me,
they play constantly in my head repeating over and over.
Remember we kissed the first time,
I can still feel your lips pressed against mine.
Even with you gone I can still feel your presence


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The Gift

God sent an angel down to touch
This motionless recluse. 
Emotions that I had not felt 
In years were then induced.

Old sadness and resentment
That had broken me in two,
I chose to bury deep beneath the Earth--
That life was through.

The angel pieced the small shards back
With ease and tender care.
Then gently brushed the dust and dirt
To aid in my repair.

He opened up his life to me,
And reached out from inside.
I said, "I'm so in love with you."
"I love you, too," he replied. 

His presence is a blessing.
My prayers have come true.
He has given me the gift of love--
A chance to start anew.


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The Reapers Call

Loathing and choking in a smoke filled hall,
life passing by as I begin to fall,
fiery depths has taken its toll,
eternally falling as death takes its call,
meaningless choices in life,
as the reaper Say's hi,
I turn my cheek to say good bye,
hopeless to cry,
life is done and now its good bye!
as the light passes over I wander,
a endless journey in a new world before me,
Loathing in death and endless mourning,
tears of joy and hopeless tormenting,
I heath the call to end it all,
leaning forward to a endless fall,
Fields of joy,
Filld with light,
I walk through an endless night,
no exit or escape,
I run towards a hooded man in a cape,
eyes crimson with fury,
and a scythe at hand,
skin grey like stone,
in a soft voice he whispers to me,
the end is here and your to stay,
life is pointless if you throw it away!
peace and understanding to all,
by the moon and the stars,
we give freedom of worship,
to all,
freedom of the mind,
Heart, spirit and soul,
open your eyes to a new understanding,
of the world around you,
if you all took the time to breath,
you might see a better way,
Aces over kings,
empowerment is the key,
pure of hearts,
ritual of clubs,
spades of hell roam the hearts of sheep of Eden,
Truth comes in time and essence,
life goes on and so does Wicca for eternity!


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The Voices in my head

Have you thought of suicide?
Have you ever thought of murder?
Crazy as it may sound,
I've thought of both.
Is it okay for me to tell you I've felt this way?
I dont know why,
And sometimes I try to block out the thoughts.
But they keep coming back.
Telling me that they want more.
They want me to go through.
Do the things I feel that I should do.
Take a gun to my head.
Pull a knife on my husband in bed.
I know too much, I know that.
My husband cheats, and that is a fact.
I say things I shouldnt say when others arent around.
I curse out loud when my daughters are near.
I say things that the two year olds just shouldnt hear.
I cant help but think, what it would be like. 
What if I wasnt around, to feel these things inside.
Who am I punishing, them or me?
What do these things really mean?
Am I crazy, am I insane?
Are there really people running around in my head?
I hear what they say,
Telling me to stop being a baby,
To just die alone in my bed. 
I dont want to think these things.
I dont want to hear what they want to say.
Please make them all go away.
Do you understand what I write?
Of course you dont.
You dont know what its like.


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DOPE BOY

                     You’re selling drugs to your own people; you’re like a terrorist bomb 
                              but twice as lethal.
                     Do you really think it’s a lasting career? You blame “the man” but it’s 
                              you we all fear!
  	You say that you’re making plenty of cash, but are you willing to die 
                              for your poisonous stash?
 	You have so many excuses for destroying the community, but you’re 
                              part of the reason that there is no unity.
  	You think you’re taking the easy way out, you’ll be dead or in 
                              prison without a doubt.
                      I know you understand exactly what I’m saying, I at least got you 
                              thinking I’m hoping and praying.
 	It’s time to start thinking before you act, if you make the wrong 
                              decision there’s no turning back.
                     What happened to your desire to be successful? Your line of work 
     	         is way too stressful!
  	Worrying about getting robbed, killed or busted, your friends and 
           	         clients can never be trusted.
    	Is this a skill you would teach to your children? The revolving door 
   	          turns again and again.
 	Drug dealing skills passed generation to generation, causing 
                               widespread neighborhood and community deterioration.
  	You say: “I have to do what I have to do!” But what are you going to 
  	          do when they come for you?
   	Yes eventually you will get caught; you were so untouchable at least 
  	          you once thought.
 	Is Drug Dealer a title you hold with pride? So what you have cash, 
  	          gold and a nice ride!
 	Everything you own can be gone in an instant, now you’re 
                               incarcerated wanting to repent.
                     Being successful can bring lots of joy, but you’ll never be successful 
                               being a “Dope Boy.”

                                                
 

  	


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Remember Me

Remember me,
because I loved you
Remember,
if you loved me
Remember me,
if it's me you really saw
Remember we laughed together
if anything at all
Remember,
you saw me smile
Remember,
you've seen me cry
Remember at times,
you made me happy
Remember me,
because I really see you
Remember me,
because I'll remember you
Remember me,
because together....
there's so much we've been through.


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Heaven

I died and went to Heaven last week.
Life up here is great but life on Earth was bleak.
People were mean to me on Earth and it brought me to tears.
But people treat me like I'm a winner up here.
The streets are made of gold and the people don't cuss or yell.
I'm really glad that I came here instead of going to Hell.
I met God yesterday and he said that he loves me.
Now my life is great and I'll be here for eternity.


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Reversals of childish thinking

Instead of listing what’s wrong with the world
Let’s list what we could do to make it strong
Childishly simple is the integrity on which we set our pride
Is it so hard not to lie, steal, cheat, defile with words
That simply are not right?
Treat others like you would want to be treated
We preach to our children
Unadorned ideas that we cannot follow ourselves 

At times it seems
As humans progress, from child to adolescent 
To adult, then back again
It’s a reversal in time 
From complete innocence to corruptness
Why does it  take us a whole lifetime
To come back to the mentality
In which we started 
It’s only once we see, truly
The best times is when
We don’t judge
And things are just so
Childishly simple 
That we are happy


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I Love You

It's been two months since you came in my life
It's been two months since I've felt any strife
You gave me back my smile
The smile I hadnt had in a while so I give you my thanks
When I'm down I lean on you
When your not around I fein for you
Your aroma, your kiss, your touch, even the tone of your voice
It had beed a long time since ive felt this way 
It had been a long time since I could say i was comfortable
Im susceptible
Im completely vulnerable to you
I want to take this futher Possibly pursue a future with you
These are feelings I can no longer hide 
When people look at me they can see it in my face in my eyes
When I talk about you people can hear it in my voice
Its a weakness
Your my weakness
I need you, I want you
I guess what im trying to say is I Love You
I know it my be soon but I know what it is
I see it when I look at you and I feel it it even more when I hold you 
The warm feelings inside me, its my heart healing inside me
I found love again True Love
The only thing I see and want to see in my future is you
No more rainy days
No more cold nights
I want to spend the rest of my days with you by my side
And hopefully  one day I can be blessed with being your wife
As for now I Love You
So heres my heart I have no choice but to give it all to you  


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As I Sit With Darkness

	As I sit here, not knowing what I fear most, myself or life.

	As I sit here not knowing if I'll ever be a normal person.

	As I sit here knowing people love me, but wanting to love them, but I 
	can't, because I can't even love myself.

	As I sit here knowing my love ones are suffering, because I'm 
suffering.

	As I sit here wishing I could be strong enough to over power what I 
	know is wrong and do right.

	As I sit here knowing that my name will be just a memory to people 
that 	know me and always think about the bad things I've done.

	As I sit here seeing darkness in everything I see.

	As I sit here not knowing if I see the world for what it really is or just
another miss guided person written off.

	As I sit here not knowing if my mind is just sick or just knows the truth.

	As I sit here I know that I sacrifice the happiness of loved ones for my 
thoughts.

	As I sit here I know I'm strong in one aspect. I will sit in darkness till 
it's my day to know the answers.

	As I sit here I'm sorry for my thoughts.


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I am Here for you

When, life gives all you can take and the loads to heavy to take. I am here to 
lessing the load and carry it with you.
When, your days seam to long and troubled. I'll be here to shorting and make a 
happy day for you.
When,your nights are long and restless. I'll be here to fill your nights with 
tenderness and watch over you.
When, you feel your hopes and dreams aren't coming true. I'll be here to help 
make each one come true for you.
When, you feel no one really cares for you. I am here caring and loving you.
When,you feel your heart has no Love too give or receive. Look around , I am still 
here for you. 
When, life isn't with you by your side, I'll always be here for you.
When, every moment of your life is filled with pleasured and dreams. I was 
always standing here for you.
I will always be close to you for Loving you and filling each of your needs. 
Because, as your mother i will always be here for you.


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A'int Life Funny

A'int life funny, the person that you thought was your soul -mate for life
caused you anger, pain, heartache and strife
A'int life funny,
Undoubtledly you were in love with him, but was he with you
You poured out your heart and soul, bending over backwards, twisting and turning
like an acrobat
Just to hear him say what have you done for me lately
Like you owe this so and so, good-for-nothing kind of guy, working on the sly
While you are asking yourself why

Here we go again and again now what's the plan. trying to understand where
you now stand, or stood, wishing you understood, how you could end up in
the same place, trying to erase, but you can't face listening to the same old song
Want to be wrong, trying to keep on and on

Trying to seek peace, cannot release the breath that you are holding in
so that the pain inside of you does not come out exploding like a torpedo
on the go
Trying to find a hiding place inside yourself
Sometimes when we think life has done us wrong, it's actually a blessing in
disguise, hiding behind the mask is happiness for you, and you try to pull
through, because you feel like this is the un-doing of you
You don't even know from this point on where to go

Up and down feelings wrapped around cutting off your air supply while
you die inside
Then again think to yourself it's not the money
Just for you to realize, now a'int life funny


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Poetry In Black

This a reunion of the human
choosing Love this a movement
What Is Black
Beauty to Behold
Poetry Expressions
Reason for the soul to flourish
Blessings know indeed
True to Ourselves
As we Live amoungst equal beings
no sequel seeings this is No time
For Judgements This Hyprocital System
Is Living a bidding Life Give Thanks
Riddin strife Givin Life as we Breathe
Live IT Light The LIfe thay we Lead
Prayers and Blessings And Well HEalth


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In the Spire to Be Inspired

It's the taste of clouds
the purr of words
the whisk of wind
we thought we heard
It's everything
rolled up and sent
a package filled
with sugar mint
It's now and then
it's years gone by
It's every thought
which makes you cry
It's passionate
It's salt and stone
It's the moment I leave
and you're alone
It's "Call me now!"
It's "Leave me be!"
It's all of you 
and some of me
It's hands to hold
and songs to sing
It's our first kiss
It's everything


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Poetic License

There is a force outside this walls
trying to penetrate the security.
Things kept crashing round us.
In love you were sheltered,                                                                                                
but now you color it hostility.
Your embracing the things
that take you away from us,
But you color them saviors.
We were encircled with words
Of loving-kindness as a support,
But you now color it bondage and chains.
With what vision do you
Contort the foundation,
Of our very make up?
We must see through different eyes.


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In State

Barefoot on the paving slab chill, concrete
feet feel frostbite emanations in their callused souls;
rooftop mystique clamours silent slate triangles,
perched the stray cat observers, red-eyes smoking coals.
Down to the river's edge where swaying reeds
feed mongrel contemplations with moist whispered words;
rusty oil-slicked surfaces lick the mud