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Keep It Turnin' to the Right

Oklahoma cowboy, tough coal miner’s son
Born in Henryetta, south of Tulsa some
Raised by daddy’s momma, taught him wrong from right
Daddy taught him ropin’, taught him how to fight
Herding made no money, its stock was really down
Mamaw feeling poorly, dad mining at Old Town
Seventeenth of December, in the year of twenty-nine
Dad was shoring timber, 9th west entry of the mine
The gas ignited close to him, he never smelt its breath
It belched out fire and thunder, and everlasting death
Sixty-one they counted, who wouldn’t see the sun
Twenty-five weren't recognized, they buried them as one
On that fatal Tuesday, the boy became a man
Had to make a living, had to have a plan
Heard about the oil patch, got a chance to try it
Drill the earth for all she’s worth; keep it turnin' to the right

Some they called him weevil, some they called him worm
Some they wouldn't speak to him, figgered he was just short term
They told him "Open up that vee door; go to get the key
It's in the possum belly, in doghouse number three"

Took his turns at floor hand, at first a little green
Became the fastest broke out hand the driller ever seen
Morning tour, evening tour, working day and night
Drilled the earth for all she's worth, kept it turnin' to the right

The driller called him partner; the pusher called him son
The other roughnecks shook his hand, and took him in as one
Got up on the monkeyboard; learned to spin the chain
Pumped that mud and shed his blood, and worked right through the pain

On a bitter frosty evening tour, in a cold December snow
He saw derricks lit like Christmas trees in distance far below
He saw the fairyland of the refinery, shining through the night
He saw Mother Earth and the universe, all turning to the right

The oil patch was a hard life, moving all the time
But he saved a lot of money, didn't waste a dime
Morning tour, evening tour, working day and night
Drilled the earth for all she's worth, kept it turnin' to the right

Sent his kids to college, working through the years
One became a teacher, the others engineers
He hung up his hardhat; he shed his steel-toed shoes
Then one day he passed away; he'd finally paid his dues

Made it to the Pearly Gates; they handed him his wings
Handed 'em right back to them; said "I don't need these things.
I want to do some drilling. That's my heavenly plan."
They said "Go talk to the Devil then, cause he's the company man."

Old Scratch needed hellfire; he always come up short
Too many politicians and others of that sort
When he heard they had a driller, he jumped up with delight
He danced a jig, "You've got your rig. Keep it turnin' to the right."

Now he drills for hellfire; in the derrick he's got Jake
Buck and Sam on the platform; Sonny's on the brake
They all grin like demons; they're all where they belong
Doing what they love to do, they sing their roughneck song

"We all eat caliche and drink the devil's brew
Play dominos with Satan and skunk him at forty-two
Work all day on Sunday and honky-tonk all night
We're oilfield trash and we'll take cash to keep it turnin' to the right

We all love West Texas; it's like the Promised Land
Horny toads and rocky roads, and even dunes of sand
Dust storms every morning, northers every night
We get tans and freeze our cans to keep it turnin' to the right"

The lingo used around the rig you won't hear much in church
It'll curl your hair and make you stare and leave you in the lurch
So close your eyes and realize it's gonna get much worse
Drink your beers and plug your ears; here comes the final verse

"We p*ss longneck Lone Stars; we f*rt Frito pie
Give us ****, and we will spit some Red Man in your eye
Don't **** with us, or we will cuss and bring you to the fight
We're low class, but we kick *** to keep it turning to the right"

Coal mining, oil drilling and Hell - Doesn't get much darker and deeper...

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Where did my life go

Where did my life go ?
Oh, how I would like my life back !
It seems the fabric of time has developed a crack,
and through it, I seem to be falling.
Every day, work, work keeps on calling
and my days melt, one into the other,
no time to do all I must cover.
Hours are so few
For all I have to do.
Very little to remember of this one’s day
For they are all the same. 
No longer a life, no time for play !
Work, work, work is the frame
of reference, routine of little variation
is my life, sometimes a little creation.
This is where my life has gone !
Work, work, work and nothing beyond.
it has penetrated, permeated my dreams.
Work, work, work, no escape it seems ? 

B. J. “A” 2
June 3rd 2012

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Irresponsibility Day

I wake up to my TV blasting episodes of Woody Woodpecker.

I wipe my encrusted eyes, which had a field day in that dream I had
Involving two Swedish women, a Latin princess
With curvaceous hips that could save me if I ever fell from mountain climbing,
A Sony boom box made in 1984 playing Duran Duran,
And empty boxes of Junior Mints, M&M Peanuts, & Cool Whip.

I walk to my front door to discover hundreds of blood lettered Post-It notes
Slid under by my friendly Mafia neighbors, 
“Turn that crap down or say ‘HOLA’ to my little friend! Woody sucks! ”

So, instead of apologizing, I grabbed my power drill
Which I bought off this Mexican guy named Bob
Standing in front of my local Home Depot,

I thanked each of my neighbors by drilling Wal-Mart smiley faces
Smoking Cuban cigars & holding Shotguns
Into their doors

At this point, I popped in some Belgian waffles & French Toast sticks
Into my Cookie Monster toaster oven and turned on the news.

What was I thinking?!

News reports on Sugar Daddies being harassed by stalking gold-diggers,
Another asinine Final Destination movie,
More teacher-student scandals,
Celebrity break-ups & pregnancies
Oh, how the sheep live vicariously through them

Where’s that damn noose I bought off Bob?!

To remove my early morning frustrations,
I turned on my Xbox 360 and popped in Guitar Hero
In which I jammed out to Stevie Wonder’s Superstitious
While performing Riverdance on my hardwood floor

The neighbors below me added a nice, rhythmic sound with their broomsticks.

After my Pilates workout, I decided to strip off my clothes
So I can feel FREE like a Tree-hugging barn swallow
And fill my bathtub with a bottle of Tickle Me Elmo Bubble Bath liquid,
Which I also bought off Bob

Shortly after, I yelled “THIS IS SPARTA!” and performed a belly flop into the tub…

After waking up from my concussion, I laughed maniacally
With my face underwater
My laughs were heard through the popping bubbles rising to water’s surface

I passed out again with a drumming thud against my porcelain dreams.

Second attempt at recovery, SUCCESS!

I gathered all my utility bills
A filled, plastic gas tank, another purchase from Bob
And a Jerry Garcia branded lighter

As inferno warmed my screaming loins,
Blasting John Lennon’s “Imagine” on my 8-Track,
The local Fire department sliced my front door
With titanium axe and an inscription: “Here’s Johnny”

As hundreds of angry firemen & neighbors stampede into my child-like day


3pm, Day Unknown:
I awaken with lines imprinted on my Latin cheeks
From wooden office desk
Strange stares from coworkers
With “I’m all out of Love” playing on the faded, company radio

And a post-it note, “Come see me in my office”,
From Bob

©Drake J. Eszes

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Modern Life

Modern Life
We are open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week
Except Monday mornings and Sunday nights.
What are they on about, at this place that I seek
That is supposed open 24/7 days a week.

The pub is open we have an unlimited license,
Let’s have a drink before we go to bed!
I’m sorry we are closed the doors shut at eleven
That’s what the snooty landlord then said.

The helpline is here no matter when 
Give us a call and we can help you then.
Ring, ring, ring, ring, the phone rings on
A tape recording says, “Sorry everyone has gone.”

My car has broken down the man came to fix it
“It doesn’t work” he said sratching his head.
“There a computer on board and I will need to record
All the things that are broken down” he said.

But I need my car; I looked at him hard, 
And he gave me a wizened up frown.
He plugged himself in, then said with a grin.
The computer says it’s fine, the engine is strong.

But the car doesn’t work you toothless little jerk, 
The computer plugged in must be wrong.
“How can it be wrong it says the engine is strong?” he gave me a shifty look
“To be honest missus if it ain’t on the pute, perhaps the answers in a book."

He could find nothing wrong, the onboard computer gave a bong,
But it still said all was okay.
The tow-truck they called out with its ramp and its chains
Now they have taken my poor car away.

Modern life is so frustrating; we have everything at our fingertips
There is 24/7 that does not mean that, and fury does exit my lips.
If its 24/7 and help lines constantly, a car that is run by computer.
Why doesn’t anything work, I feel like the jerk, can somebody lend me a shooter.

I want to blast and to break all technology of late
It’s driving me to drink and distraction
The open all hours pubs are now closed, 
And my car is still out of action.

The bank is closed, the computers just died, 
The telephones gone on the blink
The TV HD, it is fuzzy like me;
I think I’m going to put my head in the sink.

The oven would be better, but its electric not gas
So I don’t think it would work as well
I want to end it all, not practice for the day,
The Grim-Reaper points at me, and sends me to hell.

Therefore, I’ll fill up the sink and put my head in the drink, 
Oh, blast, who is that at the door?
It’s the water board here, we are just making it clear,your water is off for a week.
Typical, I have no car and it is too far
To walk out and jump in the creek.

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An Open Communique to the Rogues

To the seedlings sprouting in the 8 corners of the world:

An open communique can lead towards a perilous precipice overlooking jagged rocks being pounded by the relentless waves of a cold, apathetic ocean -- in such a circumstance, it doesn't take much to slip, to be pushed, to be sent over the edge, shattering upon the rocks below, sucked down by an undertow erasing all evidence of your prior existence. We have come to an impasse, the windows of opportunity in the jet-streams of change, are passing by at astounding speeds. A true Anarchist is not a Terrorist; leave such decrepit despondency to ultra-fanatic zealots and the New Gestapo. A true Anarchist should not fight for lawlessness, should not wish for chaotic, wanton destruction - such myths are propagated by automatons and the controllers themselves. A true Anarchist should not raise placards in protest, should not spray-paint graffiti upon the walls of gaudy Bauhaus replications, nor lob Molotov cocktails at an establishment so entrenched, four heads grow back to replace every head, decapitated. A true Anarchist dons a masque of mirages, reflecting nationalism, consumerism and Swastikas back into the eyes of the pushers. A true Anarchist does so by donning the uniforms of business districts, of the worker, of the paint-splattered, ink-stained artisan. When a true Anarchist gains the confidence and trust of Drones left in charge of oiling the cogs, a true Anarchist enters the control-room not to smash instruments, but instead, turns dials, flicks switches, presses buttons, re-writes programs and codes, in order to help alter the directional course of the very Beast itself. 11.21.2012 .

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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.

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An old man's crumbles

An old man's crumbles........ I am an old man and no matter I say or do. But still I am living with my stubbornness heart I have complications with health history and hospitals always welcome me Sometime, my heart beats so hard and my veins are twisting me mad But still I manage to do my work on my own My walking stick is great support for me If not, I would not able to stand on the road Sleep brings me nightmares with forecast scenarios but when I wake up in the morning I feel nothing but freezing body and feet My memory is failing and my soul is falling My head is turning and my life is shortening How do I spent my youthful life all these days? Well, nothing much to tell about it because I am not married either. I really love to recollect my good old days but my memory of tears kept them away Youth become major and old become gold. So they say But sometimes I wonder where do I find my way around Before I go to bed, I keep my ears in the drawer, my teeth in a glass of water and my both eyes on the side table When my sleep overtakes me, I don't hear anything, my teeth don't feel cold and I don't see anything either I get up each morning and reset my bones from my sleepy body Later I pick up the news paper to read world news and sad news these days If my name is missing in the obituary column, thanks God I am not dead So I continue to do my work as usual till the day ends. Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka Copyright @Sept,2010 Ravi Sathasivam

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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.

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Down in the dark
where we live and we breathe.
in a place where most,

could never believe.
Through the smoke and the dust
by our blood and the rust.
Hear the clanging of steel
and in your chest you can feel.
the rumbling of the ground
with it's menacing sound
for where no one has been
is where our treasures be found.

We truck and we toil
we muck and we moil.
May our luck it be royal
and not leave us

stuck in the soil.

For the path that we walk
which leaves us unseen
tucked far away
down in some machine.
Isolated from all
and free at our most
but not free at all
for the shadow
is always close.

Stalking and waiting
for mistakes you'll be making.
It's grip near your neck
reaching for a wreck

But you must be better
and play your cards right.
If you're gonna forever
live where it's night
and on the top of your head
is your one light
and your only chance,
to win this fight

So when the blast sounds off
and you can't chase that cough
when it's strange to see no dirt under your nails
and you no longer care,

for telling tales

Get yourself some sleep,
you'll be up with the sun.
Cause tomorrow.
There's much more work to be done.

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The Canvas

This poem is a farewell piece of advice to a group of students I have taught over the last four years. I do 
hope they find the metaphor meaningful and believe that they are the "architects of their own future."

Spread before you is a canvas of hope and opportunity Waiting to be painted with strokes of what you are and can be Waiting to be filled with colours that define you and the life you live Waiting to be stamped with the personality that only you can give To the portrait of your life, by itself a work of art A work which, on this day, with vigour you will start Spread before you is a canvas of vision and desire Waiting to be sketched with shades of passion and fire Waiting to be decorated with a story and theme Waiting to be etched with ambition that is now just a dream Of a picture whose tone, texture and style Would have made this work worth all the while Spread before you is a canvas, empty, yet full of space Waiting to be stroked with your wit, charm and grace Waiting to be brushed with strokes daring, vivid and bold Waiting to be painted with a story that can be told Of a life whose essence is one of sublime beauty Of a person who lived his life and did his duty Of a person who lived life the way it should be Of a complete canvas that will reflect many a memory.

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My Calling


Too few
Hopefully more

My resentment flairs
My will ebbs
Still looking elsewhere

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

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

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~The Devil in a Bottle~ Waves or fears so thick you could feel them ripple up the stairs… The screams the pleadings the sobs, We would chant our well learnt prayers… We learnt them from over use; we learnt them off by rote, Huddled together at night in bed - underneath the overcoat. That is our blanket on the bed for three. Please God don’t let our dad hurt our pretty mum-my. This nightly prayer was our plea, we nightly did espouse Because we learned the devil- he had now entered our house. Our dad was the nicest man around, but the devil was spirits and beer. He could be so happy until his drink - filled us all with fear. Our mum became religious to fight this devil away But she was never strong enough even though she would pray all day. The happy days came when he went to work at sea. Weeks of peace, we enjoyed we were happy all could see. We forgot about how easily when he was home, the life that we enjoyed. Happiness and fun soon left us as he quickly became annoyed. Then the ripple of tension and fear would creep back in the house Made us wish we could hide in a hole, just like a little mouse Hidden away scurrying through walls, and in between floors Not having to listen to - screams behind closed bedroomdoors.

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To Believe or Not To Believe: The Power of Unbelief

your belief system is the major indication
of what you can accomplish with positive validation
if you can see it, you can achieve
if you can perceive it, you can believe it

underachievers are always underestimating themselves
non-achievers are always looking for a handout and the most help
average achievers do only what is usually just required
but overachievers strive to realize their heart's desire

in The Bible Mark 6:5-6 are two of the saddest scriptures to me
it tells of the time when Jesus went to His birth place
to spread His Father's ministry
it is somewhat troubling to me when He could find there no relief
because the Nazarenes were in a mind set of utter unbelief
even though He had worked many miracles
in most every town he had ventured to
the citizens of Nazareth were unwilling to give Him His proper due
a showdown in Nazareth, Jesus trying to evangelize God's word
but they saw Him only as the carpenter's son attempting to do the absurd

the power of God can only manifest in an arena of positivity
it can not gown nor gravitate in an atmosphere of negativity
Jesus was rendered powerless, the passion in Him had subsided
because the unbelieving Nazarenes remained unyielding 
and completely one-sided

there is a significant amount of unbelief
in many church congregations
where some are just sayers of the Word
and don't believe in the power of the consecration
it takes one drop of negativity
to yield a whole crop of unbelieveability
understand that the Living God can't work in anyone's life
if they are in a state of mind clouded by negativity and strife
there is nothing that can't be accomplished if you know this in your heart
that God can work miracles just believe in His powers from the start
for God can move mountains, He can make a river divide
His powers are omnipotent, just keep a positive attitude in mind

don't undermine God's purpose for you life, allow Him some control
don't underestimate what He can do for you, if you surrender to Him your soul
always look for the victory, don't settle for defeat or loss
use the power of your belief, the power of the blood, the crown and the cross

if you believe God can open doors
what more could you ask for
just believe with God that you can do it
just trust in Him and let Him prove it
just believe in the power that is Jesus Christ
and imagine what you can accomplish
if you just let Him work in your life

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So I see how cruel life may be in a minute,
All around people’s faces gleam & glare
At my gloomy face but never see my net.
And I cry and cry and cry to get ‘em fair.

From times past, I knew of what may be
The finale of this sweet short time gained;
But now it comes with great dismay, to me.
With thoughts of melancholy stained.

Am losing my job to my brother,
I teach him my work as a father
Does to his sons and to the other,
He knows not my hearts as they gather.

They give a life, a life they can’t retain,
They offer me a choice, a choice not mine;
They lead me to the grave, to bury me and the ten;
But they in turn smile and smile as they dine

And so I see that they are not to be
The people I perceive may little see,
My serene into whirlwind occur to me
At a peek and glaze and short see.

Whatever the Asian will decide,
However I cope with them all,
I implore all the good to side
With me as evil entirely will fall.

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Office Concerto

Hear the keyboard’s staccato concerto,
an unacknowledged music whose echo
is known intimately by dull, bored minds.
Offices, which shut out the light with blinds,
hum with rhythm as background to life’s show.

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I will not be late to work this morning

I will not be late to work today

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This poem is over 
the work day begins

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In His Arms

In his arms

In His Arms you bury your head into his chest and release tears of anguish fury and disbelief.
Gently he caresses your back and says those four little words you were longing to hear. Not "Everything will be alright" But "I'll make everything better" and at that moment a ton of burden is lifted from your chest and into his hands, but to him feel as light as a feather. Trust is elevated and at most high because hearing those words from his honey thick voice makes it ooze from his skin. Unknowingly you find out not only does he sympathize but he empathizes because once in his life not only has he felt the same way, but you'd once said those same words and lifted a similar burden from his body reassuring you of his motives of loving you.

His arms wear scars from childhood, hard work and labor, to him they're not appealing, to you they're a work of art. It should be part of the suffix ology because you've study every detail of his skin, down to the six beauty marks and a tiny recent cut on his left leg right below his knee.

Those arms scream protection when they're around you. Not just physical protection but protection from what the world thinks of you. In those arms there's no judgment, in those arms there's no need to be perfect, contradicting his kind hold on you, in his arms you are liberated.

Just longing to be in his arms


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A Dream's Heavy Load

As she walks slowly down the road,
Her briefcase feels like such a load.

Thinking about the homework she must do,
The reading, rhyming and writing too.

If only the days would grow much longer,
And her back could be much stronger.

She wouldn't be so tired when she got home,
Wanting to head straight for her room.

An hour of rest would be great,
She must get to the library, before it's late.

Yet, she can't resist her comfortable bed,
A few minutes of rest will clear her head.

Oh, the minutes goes by extremely fast,
For fifteen minutes has already passed.

Then off again, she must go,
She wants to better herself, you know?

She dreams of standing on the stage,
With no one giving thought to her age.

She works hard to make her dream come true,
And the chance to share her poems with you.

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Why, why, why? Is all I ask
Do you send these folk my way
There not the ones I'd choose myself
But I attract within hooray
You must have plans to work me Lord
Have I really gone astray

I try so hard to be polite
You send me those who groan
From trials of life
Crying painful body drones
But I face a war continually Lord
Spine crumbling pained bones

I questioned much over the years
Of those you sent my way
But each one has had effect on me
What will I have learned today
I want to tell of things you've done
And why I've learnt to pray

You sent me counseling to help
Through things wrong in my youth
Then church fellowship did help me through
When marriage went down sluice
A teacher friend taught me much
In assertiveness and truth

You sent me someone kind and true
When I'd thought life was gone
A friend of a friend a neighbors brother
Turned out to be the  one
Who'd bring me home and settle again
Protect me and my two sons

You showed me work where I did learn
The skills to pull me through
In kitchens I did learn to cook
In schools help my children too
The staff within were pillars and rocks
In illness helped me do

You send others now to my house
Now I can't go out all alone
I used to sit and ponder sorry
I couldn't do things on my own
But now I have found new waters
I can swim and write a poem

I help others through my charity support
When I can get to phone
I can help in ways that others cant
And control load with able zone
I listen to those there struggling
Look at positives not moan

So I'm thankful for those folk you sent
Though I don't understand your process
But each time one has helped me to 
Understand and cope it's noticed
So send someone to help I'll pray
And I'll listen as perfect hostess

Author's notes

Okay, so I realize as it stands it needs tweaking, but at the time the pen flowed and now it 
needs some TLC... any ideas welcome, although I do not want to detract from the 
meaning/depth.  Any idea of rhyme was not originally intentional so please forgive I know at 
present its dreadful!! Help please?

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My Dreams

My dreams are not
what I thought they would be.
When I was fifteen,
and thinking of me.
"Twenty years from now..."
the thought ran through my mind.
"I'll be beautiful and smart.
Happy and kind."
"I'll be a stay at home mom,
with my high school sweetheart by my side.
He'll work nine to five, 
we'll have nothing to hide."
But the years they change us.
And life gets hard.
You fall out of love.
And your heart gets barred.
You raise your kids.
Alone and depressed.
You work too hard.
Never getting any rest.
And then one day
you find someone new.
And your dreams,
they change.
And your attitude too.
Twenty years later,
I'm a stay at home mom.
My high school sweetheart
is long, long gone.
I am beautiful and smart.
Happy and kind. 
Who knew it would take
twenty years to find
this wonderful man,
here by my side?
And him and I,
we have nothing to hide.
My dreams are not 
what I thought they would be.
When I was fifteen,
and thinking of me.

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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.

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Motherland (Eclogue) 

In the country of my forefathers, 
Economy is friendless and upset, 
Politics are sleeping with labour, 
Justice is seducing foreign crime, 
Poetry is turned on, but it fears, 
Traditions keeps history hostage, 
Religions are attempting suicide, 
Nature is busy biting its tongues, 
Fruits are swearing at their trees, 
Education shows God axis finger, 
Seas gets shallow, graves deepen, 
Life confront its first nightmares, 
Death is satisfying its final desire, 
Future is stinking nothing but lies, 

June 13, 2003

By Mohlouoa Ntsasa

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Rebuilding the Shed in the Backyard - Again

My son is out fixing up the shed.
Winter is coming on. Needed doing he said.
He had the time and the bound-to’s.
I’m not used to this thought process, I’m not. Not from a child.

I watch him for a while.
Opening and closing gates as needed.
The dust, sifted into powder from summer’s heat, poof’s with his steps.
The heels of his jeans dragging strings on the ground, erase the tread of his 

The shed is old. There is algae or lichen on the north side boards,
where the wood is splintery gray.
Some of the lichen florets are the color of sage, some the color of a bright orange 
Circled with gray ones and black, their life cycle played out.

He hammers nails and screws in screws while holding boards in place.
Sweat glistening where skin is exposed, making long dark stains in his black 
Veins standing out against the strain, and
Muscles laboring to prove he can do the job well, without a mother’s help.

While he works I think about his father and how differently they work.
His father preferring team work and orchestrated smooth motion
working side by side, no extra movements – and he whistled.
My son needs to prove his skills first – alone.

The shed is done and it will brave another winter, keeping the horses sheltered 
from the elements.
The wind, snow and horses milling about, will obliterate the trail of pant cuffs, 
Along with the memory of one cool day at the end of summer, 
When a man worked hard to rebuild their shelter.

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Oh, slaves of the nation who works and sweat!
Tired and restless--but still flee overseas
to support a hungry future that frets.
With  barks and claws gained from descent degrees,
if we must succeed-- oh, let us nobly work
so our blood and sweat may not fall to scrap,
veins swollen yet act by act we don't fall to smirk.
Freeing a flood of effort through thorns of gaps
though greedy compatriots act like monsters,
their eyes open wide but gone blindfolded by lies
some struggles and shout, aiming to conquer
bracing away from forms of guns and bribes.
Slaves are we but we're brave enough to replace
those crashing obstacles with lace of grace!

4:29 pm; December 12, 2014

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2009: My Senior Year

  The first day of school I had not yet come to grips with what being a senior was. To me, this was just another year and another grade level. One day, when I was on my way to school, it hit me that this was my last August and my last September not only in this academy, but in high school. This was my last leg of the race and my last time making memories here. A new beginning of my life is waiting for me not in years, but in just a few months. 


                                                   ©2013 Honestly JT

Note: My English teacher gave us an assignment to start writing about our life experiences so that one day we could possibly have autobiographies of our own.

Details | Rhyme | |


Much had I planned for your day
Forgetting that own I alone past days
 Control of all time lies in His way
As the hidden future reveals by today
Then I know we are used to act His play
God alone make way
Even if we work till May
Glory of our work depends on His may
Best I wish you in your day
The best of life with you stay
Long life in your tale
Peace of mind with you plays
Fulfilment is the price I pay
From the hollowness of my heart I pray

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Just Be

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

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

Jacob Reinhardt

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We are not as poor as some people say

We are not as poor as some people say

Our land is our source of food and our home
We work on our land almost every day
Selling coffee beans is our main income

In remote lands, where tourists find welcome
An old aid post is sixty miles away
Our land is our source of food and our home

Since there are no roads to town from our home
We carry coffee bags most of the way
Selling coffee beans is our main income

We don’t just wait for services to come
While struggling to survive another day
Our land is our source of food and our home

Enjoy some coffee when your tour is done
That cup or two of brew gives our days pay
Selling coffee beans is our main income

We own our land and work it, unlike some
We are not as poor as some people say
Our land is our source of food and our home
Selling coffee beans is our main income.

*Life in a developing country has many challenges. One of these is getting the right kind of development!

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Life On The Farm

           Looking up through the swaying trees, I feel a  gentle breeze___across the meadows the grass moves to and fro, like a bird in a window singing a song heard and not heard but is singing long. A smoking chimney, the smell of burning wood, ashes to tote, and soot to clean, its the way on the farm that goes unseen.

                                            Unnoticed hands at work, cows to feed, hay to bale and beef to jerk. Wood to cut, fences to mend, garden to grow, cows to milk, supper is on the stove. Country life with no time to play, its the way of a farmer as he breaks for the day.

                                           Sitting in the swing under a lonely oak tree, life on a farm, hard work but peace. The days are long and quiet but work must endure, life on the farm is steady and sure. 

                                            Sunday morning full of grace, a simple life and I will be ok____red birds on the fence, chickens scratching around, country life on a farm is what life is all about.

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Rewards of College Education

in grade school
he heard about it

in high school
he prepared for it

in his first year
he explored it

in his second year
he focused on it

in his third year
he felt part of it

in his fourth year
he graduated from it

Now, he has a job
because of it.

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Reflections: Midlife Crisis

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

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Eyes of Seminary

Eyes of Seminary – Zamreen Zarook

Every day in our lives has different fragrance,
God give us various things in abundance,
Day by day knowledge is gained in accordance,
Things depend according to the attendance.

Two years of studies,
Helped us to come out with various abilities,
Extremely joyful moments with buddies,
But life said every aspect has its boundaries.

Teachers become very friendly,
They approach us very kindly,
They speak on us exaggeratedly,
Because they know, if not we might behave badly.

Big shots in the school boundary,
These are years of foundry,
It helped us to find and go for laundry,
Marvelous days, fully packed with sundry.

Various angles the kith and kins are civilized,
It’s because our knowledge is enhanced,
Guys and girls turned well experienced,
That’s why we call it levels of advanced.

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God Has Made Everything Beautiful In His Time

“There is a time for each season…
To everything made…  
There is a divine reason.

A time for purpose under
 the heavens above…
A time for meaning from a God of love.

A time to be born.  A time to die…
A time to farm the ground
 under the beautiful sky.

A time to kill.  A time to heal...
A time to tear down and
 to build up with a passion and zeal 
A time for weeping.   A time for laughing…
A time to mourn.  A time for dancing.

A time to keep...
A time to throw away.
A time to tear.  A time to make amends today.

A time to get.  A time for losing…
A time to keep.  And to give
 away at our choosing.

A time for silence.  A time to speak…
A time for each hour
 and day of the week.

A time for love.  A time for hate…
A time for war.  A time for peace at your gate.

How will you spend the time
 God has given to you?
What is your choice?  What will you do???

May this be a time living in 
God’s purpose and design.
He created you and made 
everything beautiful in his time!

By Jim Pemberton  05/22/10
Read Eccl. 3:1-11

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Purple Majesty

We had saved our precious stock of grandpa’s grape
prepared the ground and amended the soil.
After laying out the orchard, we planted cuttings with our own hands.
Fed the young vines with love and creek water
and waited for the work of the rain and sun
before giving birth to the wine.
To insure that his family would produce the best wine.
Grandpa, tho’ as straggly as his grape
cleared trees and topped them to admit the sun.
He would not purchase plants for his soil
and dug the trenches wider and accessed our water.
He was self sufficient and he propagated vines by his hand

We prevented winds from whipping vines out of hand
to best grow and mature the soul of our wine.
The vines followed the contour of steep site which brought the water.
The rows ran north and south to suit the grape - -
this presented light while drying and controlling the soil
allowing the plants to follow the eastern and western sun.

We placed much faith on the drying done by the sun.
We had one to backfill. We wished we had more willing hands.
We had two to dig holes, and one to hold the vine and tamp the soil, 
as the fruit began to ripen to marry our precious wine.
A crew of four was used for setting the grape.
The Vines should not be sprinkled with too much water.

We made plans to prevent soil erosion and loss of water
to the harden the wood and expose it to rays of the sun.
The Niagra White and Riesling grape.
Both needed pruning and the waste hay cut our hands.
We made sure our methods were best for the wine.
They would mature late, even in warm soil.

We found that more humus was wanted by the soil.
Some magic was performed to deliver more water.
alas, for the reward of a not so remarkable wine.
Again the wait, the prayers, the morning dew and sun.
More work, more time, sweat and callused hands.
The next year we tried a grafted grape.

We had saved our precious stock of grandpa’s grape
prepared the ground and amended the soil.
After laying out the orchard, we planted cuttings with our own hands.
Fed the young vines with love and creek water
and waited for the work of the rain and sun
before giving birth to the wine.
Our final wine was surrendered by the sun.
We captured the prize from our water and our soil.
My hands, today, still stained with the color of the grape.

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Baa Baa Black Sheep

Baa Baa Black Sheep
We don't want your wool.

Please sir, Please sir,
I have three bags full.

You are too old.
You are out of date.

But I work hard,
And I'm never late.

You don't have the
Look we're looking for.

That's no reason to
Boot me out the door.

We want new skills
For this vocation.

But I have twice
The education.

You have too much
Experience now.

But they have none!
They don't even know how!

Baa Baa Black sheep,
We don't want your wool.

Job security?
I've been played the fool.

Details | I do not know? | |

A Material Christmas

It's Christmas! Christmas!
That time of year
When people are filled...
With holiday cheer?

Yeah right. . .
I really do wish it were true
But people are people
Through and through

It's not about happiness anymore
Or in respect to what matters.
In reality it concerns what you get
And the food that is piled on the platters.

What has happened to the world of today?
Where is the 'loving and giving...'?
Now it is all just me, me, me.
Is this a nightmare? Or are we actually living.  

Yep we might have a lot of things
Hang on! Let's add some more
It isn't the family that I'm expecting
But the postman knocking at the door.

When the topic turns to Christmas cheer
Lets go stuff our faces...
Break out all that lovely beer!
Chuck away those graces!

But... Suddenly the month is over
There go all the gifts you gave
Your debt payments crawl closer and closer
And you become a material slave.

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Life in Cubicle

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

Jacob Reinhardt

Details | Quatrain | |

It's Elementary

The work I did was playing with the angels
We read and painted, dressed up for Halloween as rangers
The Universe so close from dry, paper mache
With older kids we even wrote an Etheree 

The work I did was traveling to Europe
With twenty of my students and an antelope
We colored windows facing the lights of Paris
and even opened a brasserie  "Gateau de Bliss"

So, Carolyn, you made me smile opening this album
When asking "Where the Wild Things Are? " Ka-boom!
Again it's "Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs"
...but empty are long gone  Elementary School halls...

Details | Verse | |

Life in the Oil Patch



I've lived life hard, I've lived life full,

I wasn't the type that stood around and shot the bull.

Every lesson I learned, I learned complete,

Life was good but it wasn't always sweet.

Rigging up drilling rigs and tearing them down,

Moving from county to county and from town to town.

Turning that drill pipe around and round,

Sending that pipe deeper and deeper into that old ground.

Searching for oil, searching for gas,

It was a way of life that is hard to surpass.

The work was dirty the work was hard, 

And if you made it in one piece from payday to payday you could thank the Lord.

It's hard to explain but it gets in your blood,

Maybe we just swallowed too much of that nasty old drilling mud.

Only certain types of people can ever relate,

A place where you go to test your fate.

I'm a mighty lucky man and I've got the scars to prove it all,

The life I led, I wouldn't trade for the world, but it took some gall.

Although I wouldn't recommend it to anyone else, I personally miss those days,

Some of us born down here in Texas are a little mental, but it's just our ways.

Details | Free verse | |

The old man and the mule

A faint outline appeared in the early morn 
a full moon still shed its light, dark shadows 
spread across the land casting an eerie 
shadow over the far distant hills. 
An old buckboard clattered along a dusty 
road bumping roughly over pot holes 
washed out by an early winter rain. 

The old mule plodded along - ribs 
showing from a life of hard work prolonged, 
a rather tired animal trudging slowly along 
tugging at its heavy load. 

The old man sat humped over on the seat, 
nodding as though he was asleep. 
A low hanging branch served to awaken him as 
it slapped sharply against the side of his head 
causing him to sit up straight, grabbing his hat 
that was about to be shed. 

A road traveled more than once, 
from the old farm down to the general store, 
bumping along on rutted roads, filled with 
holes, not a friendly ride it was, but 
one that both the rider and mule 
had made many times. 

On either side of the road rows of tall trees standing straight 
with leaves long since gone, the trunks 
appearing as gaunt ribs rising up from the ground 
much as the old mule appeared, 
as it pulled its heavy load quietly by. 

The day was cold, a north wind blew, chilling 
both with icy fingers that cut to the bone; 
but the old man and the mule just plodded along, 
going silently down that dusty road bumping 
over the ruts and pot holes worn by time and use itself; 
two old friends working and waiting, serving out time 
as they repeated their daily chores. 

Time and work takes its toll, 
as man and beast move along 
worn and traveled roads 
doing never ending chores of old 
until the end of a road is finally reached. 

Details | I do not know? | |

I Don't Care

I Don't Care...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I don't care,

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

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

Details | Lyric | |

An Oxymoron

Constructive criticism,
A term oft misused.

In enhancing another's,
Daily performance.

Be politically correct,
and leave less abused.

Positive feedback,
Encourages conformance.

Details | Couplet | |

The Library Man

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

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

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

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

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

Voice of Reason Contest

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

who am i

I Used to be this girl that was so concieted. taking pics of myself always saying how 
beautiful i looked to my self and was told that all the time. a couple years go past i look in 
the mirror and hate what i see. from being harrased about my gender at work from 
coworkers to managers and then having it happen in my personal life took a toll on my 
confidence.. when i look into a mirror i see what they see. hearing people ask is that a 
man. tore me down because i use to drop to my knees at work asking god whats wrong 
with me. looking at myself saying ewww hating myself picking on myself for what others 
saw. dont be blinded by what you see in the pic. lord knows im all woman. i just want the 
ignorance to stop. thinking if i popped a bottle of pills and ended my life it all will go away i 
couldnt take it.. but god told me that im still alive for a reason and i can over come this.. 
crying to my past boyfriend. to hearing his mom whispering mean things about me to her 
son. but never telling him i knew.. thinking if i layed across a table to get surgery then it all 
will go away. still nothing helped me get through this pain.. i havent went through this all 
my life and to go through it now bothers me who am i?

Details | Free verse | |

Day Servants -- Servientas Diarias

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

(For translation, see "About This Poem")

Details | Tanka | |

Time Won't Wait

Awake, I lay still, Waiting day, under review. Tempted to fall back Asleep, and hold the day at bay. I rise instead. Time won't wait. I gather my thoughts Over coffee freshly brewed. A strategy formed, To accomplish what I must. I move on out. Time won't wait. At end of day's length, Assessing successes strong. Smart to prepare first. Then to put legs on my plans. I rest a bit. Time won't wait. The children come play. Suspending all that is mine, About cherished time. Smiles and laughter reminding, I choose to love. Time won't wait!

Details | Free verse | |

Spectrum of Healing Touches

This tanned wee white child of Welsh-English
With a bit of American Indian flowing 
like a creek running through the meadow;
p-h-y-s-i-o-l-o-g-y spelled out loud
Daddy was proud of his four year-old girl
raven haired, black eyes flashing with pride
feed sack dresses in pretty shades of pinks
the only thing country about me
other than pinto beans corn bread and iced tea.
I grew to be sixty-five inches tall skinny as a rail
committed to serving the Lord as a nurse
I’ll go where you want me to go. Dear Lord
On some far away mission field—
Didn’t know where
Just a dreamin’ and flutterin’ butterfly
Touching one beautiful spot then another
Where He leads me I will follow…
I’ll go with Him thru the garden
Just knew it would be by a hospital someplace.
Mom wanted to be a nurse but wasn’t
maybe she passed on her thoughts like 
a momma bird feeds her young 
bit by bit each day until full growth taken place.

Finally I was a grown up Registered Nurse
Running down the halls like a racehorse at times
Taking care of the down and outs or the up and ins
all of them had the same needs whether black or white
man or woman – they all had needs
I walked proud – white in white
Shiny black hair only contrast.
I wanted to be a nurse
crying when crying needed
laughing when laughing came
praying to comfort  or praying to make it through a shift
helping as best I could
to make all better –

Ebony, white, red, brown or yellow
     Mankind’s color wheel
            generation following generation
hurts, healing, sorrow, gladness
                rotating compassionate care
Through the stages
Throughout the ages;
A butterfly touching lives
hushing the cry of a newborn baby 
        Lullaby and Good Night
closing the eyes of the dying
               Near to the heart of God


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Your Own Reservation

As Mother Teresa words Echo with in My Mind.
So,"You can not save The World,Then save Just One."
This is not about Me Anymore My Friends,indeed.
It is about the Existence of To Be or not To Be...
It is All about You and Your Own Foot work deep inside.
Where A Human Heart truly beats repeatedly and harps to reside.
I can hear You crying in deep Mercies of agony and defeat.
When shallow no longer exist between Our true Minds in the depth of Heat.
Never knowing what or how to serve You in times of need.
Standing right next to You as You see Your terrors Bleed...
The Only thing that We control is;Us Ourselves...
Pulling Our Heads from beneath The reprehended Clouds...
Work hard on You My Friend and do not let the fear over ride Your Faith.
For You will find the thing that You hated most are full of Grace...
For fear and faith can not exist in that same hurtful place of chance.
It is Your Own Self-willed desire that will forever change Your Own Glance...
As I stretch this to Your Hand;A Garden will unfold upon Your Heart.
In one instance of Hope to repel a spell that whispers from deep with-in to start.
Open Your Doors and Plead for Help and let All hear You cry out...
No longer will You feel loneliness,Selfish Desire,or even doubt...
In that motion of remorse it is God holding the Other Hand...
Looking behind Your footprints in The taunted minds in Your Own Land.
Weep no more My weary Friend and never feel like it is an end.
For Life is The Portal to Eternities Heaven for We All are destined to descend.
The options may not be apparent but choice is offer to those that listen to wear it.
It is like a policy condition to appease You Own Personal Kit...
For just to accept Our Holy Son in Gods Graces as Our Sire...
For God created You with All His Passions and desires.
Your word needed here and now is not My Own created Plan.
Swallow All of this well and adjust The Digestion before it drowns Your Glands.
It is Your Plan My Dear Child to comprehend and learn with style.
After All One lit the match of Our Lives Perfect Beginning like Your Smile..
Walk into Your Own Garden to Behold The Center were You look...
It is most likely A Pathway that You skip or have forgot to book.
As We live and attempt to grow grey and Old.
Only an unblemished Heart of innocence will repair Your heart to Gold.
Get Selfish if that is what it takes to see Your Own destination on Your Plate.
For Inspirations to last belief has to stand behind an open minded new slate.
Never forget I saw You standing their and that I truly care as You commit.
For Every Commitment that You can honor guides devotion to its heights lit.
There will stand a single Flower with essences of Love and Your scent of Power...
Bloom not against the wind ever;for like a Butterfly You will flutter and then soar.
Growth is Acceptance being brought to Your knee When You Pray more...
The visit on Earth may be bitter or sweet or both to accomplish My Friend...
The Choice of A Happy Ending is Yours to commence and send.
For The Perseverance is Your Own Reservation that We respect as Precious Wills.
To All The Unnecessary  Grief, Drama, Madness,and hurtful words in place still... 
I used a Quote Mother Teresa.The word Game was word of Achievement that give You as an Individual the abilities to work on Your Own inside job...The Key to Game being inner Happiness...
1.)The Only thing We control is; Us Ourselves.
2.)The options may not be apparent but choice is offered to Those that listen to wear it.
3.)Bloom not against the wind ever;for like a Butterfly You will flutter and then soar.

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Follow that rainbow

Life is possibility
there are broad horizons out there for us all if only we will look 
If children don’t succeed they try again or try something else – 
life is about finding who we are, what our purpose is, and where our talents lay… 
Just because we are not happy with something now 
does not mean tomorrow will not bring brighter horizons

Get out and follow the rainbow of opportunity
its spectrum of options are numerous in number and variety
Look top your heart and minds desires and work with it
A potter will work with a piece of clay, take it and mold it
Squash it, slip it, turn - carve - colour - glaze and cook it
In attempt to master the minds perfection

We do not always get it right
but there is little that cannot be scrapped and redone
before too far down the path and then re-do
There is nothing to say if we become lost to our first desires
that in looking for others we shall not find where we should be at
or what it is we should be doing

Too many of yester-years children have grown up 
to thinking they have no place within our society
they have become lost to lack of jobs
they are skilled and talented in own direction
as humans they bring chance to our world with new skills
those that are being lost through continual rejection

Each of us has personal pot of gold to find
not always is this financial but one that makes us feel needed
Each of us should be encouraging 
so many live miles from home families divided miles apart
Community is individuality here and yet we need pull back together
for in doing so we will know each others needs to support

When the efforts of others become unrecognised
We can lose that which is vital to having the skills needed
for tomorrow or future years
Pulling together now and offering needed skills to fit in
An hour or two’s experience in an alternatve can keep us in touch with one another
I was always taught that none of us know what will happen to us in years ahead
Sowing seeds now could help us grow or keep us going then

Think twice because times are changing
Those latter years of our lives could perhaps see us working retirements
With those we helped along the way over us instead
Teach them what you know and they’ll remember
Maybe helping you in your struggles or perhaps retraining
Karma comes around as it goes around, make yours good!

Details | Free verse | |

A Sad Man

He is a sad man, badly flawed, but hardworking
He believes he is beyond reproach, just like many proud men do 
That face does not crack a smile; a sign of 'weakness' it is to him
His poor children starve for the affection of a busy and distant Father
But by now, they've learned to keep warm hugs only for Mother

With the mindset that he was the spindle of his fine home and firm
Delegation of tasks came easy, and was delivered with shouts and expleties 
Like a dark cloud he'd hover over his staff as they worked
And with no qualms, he'd claim credit for successes
And no one would stand up to him; no one ever dared

Most important in his life was work; he had no genuine friend
His warped mind assured him that no one was his equal in anyway
At home, he planned the weekly meals and dictated where they'd shop
And when a drink at dinner was accidentally spilled
Unforgiveness ruled the home for days 

Toys seized as punishment were never to be seen again
Whether a favorite doll or game, it mattered not; sobs wouldn't break his heart
Clueless was he that in the hours he was away 
His submissive family and servants come alive
And during times when he was at home, it had the feel of a tomb

One Friday night he delayed the staff by working extra late
Then when he called down for his car only to find the driver asleep
His rage overtook his senses and he threw the driver out!
In that instant he sat in the driver's seat hurling insults out loud 
In blinding rain, and fuming with anger, he took the exit ramp at high speed

He never saw the old, blown-out tire coming at him just ahead 
Fate that night made a devastating decision... it was taking back control
In his bedroom today, he lies motionles and sadly, visitors never sit for very long 
Though unable to speak, he's gracious to see, the frolicking birds through his tears 
At times he stares at the lonely hour glass upon the shelf below the window sill

For Jeremy's "Objectify Me Free Verse" Contest

Details | Couplet | |

Occupy's Struggle

Still angry from revolutions long past
Greed wondered how long it would last

The occupy people have been asleep
Their eyes closed not making a peep

Now awaken they look at privation
Asking what's happen to their nation

Progress was not suppose to add more
For all of those who are money's whore

The plan was suppose to provide enough
For those struggling in life finding it tough

Wondering if it's too late to escape their fate
Revolution or Armageddon may be on the plate

Now for occupy to really develop and grow
They will need to find new ways not to owe

Edward J Ebbs - 11/06/11

Details | Light Poetry | |

When the Alarm Clock Rings

When you hear that alarm clock ring, 
be prepared to get up and swing. 
If not, you could be in bed all day. 
The morning will quickly pass away. 
At work, the boss can get annoyed. 
Get up and out before you're unemployed.

Inspired by another member's poem.

Details | Rhyme | |

For the sake of sanity

I've had it up to here
life is so off track
hand me the remote
let's rewind it back

17 years old
I thought my life was hard
Well now I see the difference
'Cause now I am in charge

Companies are screaming
They get right my ear
"Miranda, pay your bills"
Clean your credit dear

Walk in the door
And I fall flat on my face
Toy's from crack to crevice
Completely out of place

Clean up this lovely mess
Get the kiddies off to bed
I try relaxing in the bath
To hear cries of "mama" in my head.

-Miranda Lambert-
for March Madness contest.

Details | Rhyme | |

"Concepts Level Jobs Are Shove__ its!"

All my concept work experience,
My poem gives precept clearance.
My jobs revealed concepts are inept,
Good work ethics are wisdom’s precept.

Though I was square peg in a round hole,
Never intended to sell my soul,
Doing jobs on which bosses are sold,
For all souls are based on heaven’s gold!

My soul’s precept could never accept,
Job concepts in which souls are not kept!
In double mind standards of measures,
Bull snot’s excuse!  For human abuse!

Everyone’s work is to do the job,
Though one is paid more, to be the slop!
Extra benefits(!) for corporate tricks!
These are known as corporate picks.

For The Contest: The Work You Do!
 In Honor of: Carolyn Devonshire

Details | Free verse | |

The Men Sport of Persevering

The feeling of getting rocked for the first time is 
like losing your virginity. How I rise from the producers
decides if I like going down or hate getting up.

Yeah, they saw it. Eyes on me. The ubiquitous 
air is still hear. My ascetic body
still functions on this field of men.

Fighting for friends, flying around full speed.
Go! Go! Go! Epitomizes our support.
The brain yells stop, but the heart whispers fight.

Hard work minus teamwork equals intact pants.
Hard work plus teamwork squared equals a smile.
Perspiration in the eye, never felt better.

The weakest link of our chain better power up
because he who pays the piper will call this tune.
Turns out, I couldn’t cry over spilt milk, if it didn’t spill.

As celebratory we were, we endeavor to looked opportunity
in the eye and purloin her work clothes, 
before she is out of sight and out of mind

Details | Rhyme | |

Morals Morality and Ethical Direction

Morals, Morality and Ethical Direction… We often hear of morals, morality and ethical direction. What they mean, I suppose, is “one’s discretion.” Very seldom, is anything from the Bible being heard. Why obey God’s commandments? Why, that’s absurd! Many claim, that as adults, just about anything is “o.k.” As long as you don’t do what they do, but what they say! Many are “bombarded” with sexual type of temptations… Often leading many to get into perverse addictions! We set up boards of people to try to be “ethically clean.” When it comes down to it… What does this really mean? Can a person be totally immoral, but 100% ethical?’ Does this, in some way, seem kind of “heretical?” Why believe in God? He’s been ruled “unconstitutional.” While many listen to the news, which is often “delusional!” We hear of perversions, that are often “glorified.” Do we hear of those wanting to be Godly sanctified? If you’re confused, and need some kind of spiritual guide! Look to God’s word! He has nothing to hide! The kind of morality and ethics that you’ll ever need… Can be found in the Bible! Open it and read! Why not read from Genesis through Revelation? We can all find what we need! Across our nation! God and his word give us a true moral compass for living! His life for our own lives, is what he’s freely giving! Won’t you come to Jesus for godly direction today? He is here! And wants to help you find HIS way! By Jim Pemberton

Details | Limerick | |

A Whole Week Color-Mania

Colors will always make my  life happier,
They also make my whole world brighter
       What if there’s no color?
       I think,  I’ve  no life galore
And I cannot make myself much prettier.

So, I’ve got a more fantastic idea,
To show everyone my color-mania
     For Monday Luck,  I wear red
     From my feet to my head
Like a  dragon of New Year in China.

Then comes the next day, it’s Tuesday
Keeping  aura,  I’ve color of sun ray
    Yellow dress  and jewelries,
    They say,  I’ve  hepatitis
But, I don’t care no matter what they say.

Then comes the third day of the week,
More work are done making me weak
    To conceal my exhaustion 
    Green color shows pretention
That my life and vigor are still at peak.

Thursday comes so perfectly great,
I wear purple , also my favorite
    Purple  fingernails and lips,
    Its on me up to the tips
And I get smiles from whoever I meet.

Friday, the last day of my  office work,
On this day,  rainbow color over perk
   I use multi-colored things,
   Feeling of joy they’ll  bring
 No one says I carry myself like a quirk.

Saturday and Sunday are weekends, 
Still, work and activities never end
    Two days, I’ll be all in pink
    People see me can’t wink
Tickled pink that I look so young my friend.

Sept. 22, 2012

First Place
Contest: Colors
Judged: 10/15/2013
Sponsor: Poetess Skat

Details | Haiku | |


Lookin' after pests
Keepin' a CLOSE eye on 'em
"Those wild animals!"

Roamin' around zoo
Searchin' for sneaky monkey
Hidin' in a tree

Zookeeper gets mad
"Where's Marty, the smartypants!?"
"He TOOK my cage keys!"

Details | Free verse | |

Work In Progress

My whole life is a work in progress. This includes everything 
I do, have to keep working on and improving, fine tuning,
use some spit and polish. Needs some more strokes of
the paint brush to give it more color. Blue, green, red, 
a brighter shade of pale. Mix it all up splash it on the canvas,
see if it's a closer hue to me. If I can't get it right it may not
be here tomorrow.

Slight of hand, puff of smoke, now you see it, now you 
don't.  Ala-ka-zam, abra-kadabra work some magic.
Smoke and mirrors make this all a fleeting illusion.
Rabbit in the hat, card up the sleeve, hidden
exit doors.

You see my friends it's my affliction of addiction kicking
in, there is no way to predict what will be in store
for us today or tomorrow, may be joy
or may be sorrow.

Details | Rhyme | |

Blank Page

Too long have I been staring at this cruel blank page before me, My crazed, hysteric mind screaming and imploring I know there is a message that's dying to come out— I need to fill this confounded page without the slightest doubt! It's a simple predicament to manipulate, Into a mass of thought A futile attempt to insinuate, Weak hints are left with naught I sit here in silent desperation, What can fill this page? I slap myself in indignation, My eagerness becoming rage! Like roaches sporadically running from light My thoughts are but a haze The words I write just don't seem right, On this cruel blank page!

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.

Details | Rhyme | |


Nail fools when I bang this hammer, construction worker

I use my tool, that's my chick, I love to work her

Ain't putting her on the strip, no prostitution

She's my problem solver, always got a solution

Put haters to sleep, tuck 'em, not in the bed

Love to give head, no sucking, fill the dome with lead

Me and her have intercourse, love to bust

A wonderful relationship, filled with trust

I'm twisted, like an almond, I'm a nut

Loose screws, gonna force me to tighten ya'll up

Crazy, Bang! Now ya' really lost ya' minds

Mess around and squeal, skin you pigs, call that pork-rinds

Demolition, I level fools, leave 'em flatline

Better not slip up, I'll run down on you, like your spine

Haters wanna hate, it's time to segregate

The real from the fake, hope you can relate

Backstabbing fools, smile in your face

That's why I'm handy, the hammer's on my waist

Mess around, make me catch a big case

Gotta' get away, try and make some space

Hopping on planes, to get away from lames

'Bout to change my name, ain't switching my game

Can't trust haters, trying to mess up your life

They're filled with strife, cut 'em off, where's my knife

They done made me mad, go grab my tools

For my craft, time to put work on these fools

Details | Rhyme | |

In the Groove

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

Details | Rhyme | |

My Life

My life has been varied and long at many things I failed. Aged seven I wanted to be a train driver but that idea was soon derailed. I trained to be an Olympic athlete came last in every race I studied to be a lawyer and lost my every single case I left my job as a crane driver on the day I was hired My stint as a Gigolo left a lot to be desired. I applied to be a hotel porter but was told there was no room and my time as a concert pianist was distinctly out of tune. So I became a writer and dream my time away I can be who or where I want whilst staying in bed all day.
Ken Duddle

Details | Couplet | |

Grandmas Phrase About Work

If you don't go with the flow,
Then they will kick you,
Out the do'.
If you work like you get no pay,
No one to you will say Hey.

If you work at your job,
As if you work for the Lord,
Even when others make it hard
In front of them you'll get
A huge reward
And they'll look like retards.

So when you punch 
Your time card
Say thank You Lord
I could have been
Someone else.

When it's time for lunch
Say thank You Lord
Once more even if
Satan knocked at your do
Because he didn't munch
On your wealth.

Wrote 11-15-10

Details | Free verse | |


The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.

21 February 2013

Details | Cowboy | |

On Juno Ranch, A Cowboy's Day

If you'd have lived and worked on Juno Ranch, you’d have come away better for it. It 
may not have seemed like it at the time but Pancho (Uncle Frank) would put it to you, an’ it 
was for you to decide to do it, what to do with it, or to fight. The motto was, “You either work 
or fight, there ain’t no quittin’ on this-here ranch.”

     Pancho cultivated a reputation as a living legend in his fifty-some years in the Devil’s 
River country of the Texas frontier. He loved his life, family, work and felt plumb lucky to be 
livin’ it. He believed there was art in every undertakin’ an’ practiced the highest standards in 
dealin’ with any an’ all comers. He savvied horses, cattle an’ the land; and death was just the 
gate that opened into higher pastures.

     Ride 'em Pancho!

The cowboy wakes before each dawn With blurry eyes n'a mournful yawn; Gets breakfast down, just bacon'n eggs, An' biscuits dunked in coffee dregs. He feeds the stock some oats an' hay In growin' light of break o' day. Then Pancho comes an' rigs a hoss, An' chews his butt, 'cause he's the boss. “The sun is up, you little bride! We're loosin' light! We gotta ride!” So they ride out to make their rounds In echoed clops of hoof-beat sounds. The sun is high 'bout half-passed noon, An' dinnertime is none too soon. He eats his beans an' taters fast, Then rolls a smoke an' rests at last. He dreams of how he'll spend his pay When he's in town on Saturday, An' where he'll go to have some fun With gals who'll laugh and call him, "Hun..." He gets his hat an' pulls it down, Forgets the dream of gals in town, Cause if he ain't just damn near dead, The work comes first on Pancho's spread.

Details | Rhyme | |

A Perfect Company

A Perfect Company
By: Noel N. Villarosa

They are the big fish in a small pond
They received kudos and power widely
With their bunch of fives used as their wand
They dominate while sitting idly

Been tasked in carrying coals to Newcastle
Never saw them as cool as cucumber
The atmosphere of office is in chronically hassle
Mobility and formative years, they are there to encumber

World-weary, so he indulged into stargazing
That he was working in a peculiar place
Where people work with eternal bliss
Where no one to make shudder and no egotist displaying

Everyone is happy to comply with buoyant spirits
You feel as no stranger but as a longtime friend
Where giving recognition and importance have no limits
Different origins and cultures do blend

There were no rush works and pressures
No deadline to meet and sanction
All work harmoniously with pleasures
And get involved into another function

They were wearing white uniform
No shoes, all are barefooted
No pains to bear and no hurting words thrown
A feeling of living in your own homestead

The place is boundless in its beauty
Where children play with other creatures
No darkness, only eternal light and free from enmity
That you can rest in the placidity of its seashore

Then a meeting was called and everyone gathered in the garden
He was introduced by the man sitting on the throne
He saw the man’s face as magnanimous, charmingly simple and serene
A soothing voice and said, my son there is no contract signing to hold you own
Only love will bind us as one

Written and posted also in poetry site: 4 January 2010

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Everything and Nothing

Everything and Nothing
A life of riley one would say. I bet you have everything and nothing to want. You have it made, you’re so lucky, no worries or cares, your bills all paid. You don’t even have to work; I don’t know why you do! 
Must be nice having it all handed to you. How did you get so lucky? I bet you buy whatever you want whenever you want. If you want something I bet you just have him get it for you or buy it yourself. 
Sure it must be nice having everything. No care, no worries, what do you think? A life of riley this is not. Nothings free and worries there always are. Lucky you say but how do you know? What is handed to me, what bills are paid you think to know.
I don’t have to work yet here I am! You collect money for things all the while I tell you I am over my budget. Being so lucky, having no bills or worries; have you thought this budget through? What about that credit card I need to get paid off! Yes an extra day of work will help with that yet lucky you say I am.
 You say I have everything, must be nice. My home is beautiful indeed. A gated community with guards at all times. Ground keepers manicure the yard and a house keeper inside as well. A car you would love to have. At what price and how much of your life would you give? Others judge you thinking they know all there is to know.
How much do you spend, you do have a budget regardless what they think. You work because you need too. The house what can you afford to buy for it? The house keeper takes up money and you have learned to think in dollars! The cute car, the one they would love to have who picked it? Things aren’t always what they seem!
Sometimes you can have everything and nothing at all.                                              ~Debbie Knapp

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ABAMI EDA (For Fela Anikulapo-Kuti)

Appears the strange Fella
On a stage of many fellows
But not doing “Mr Follow-follow”
Smoking it out the truth
Into the skulls of the VIP
Like no other fellow

Abami, thorning their flesh ceaselessly
Amidst them the Generals
The fella Fela shivers their spines
Telling peole to stop “Shuffering and Smiling”
But General Hog was not done 
Decreed Republic’s demolition

“Zombie” swamp on our Jerusalem
His Mama’s life cut short in Kalakuta
Then came a “Coffin for Head of State”
Abami, gallowed with pant in gaol
Yet, he weeds on with vigour
Kalakuta People’s Replublic must stay

General Swine’s Zombies tortured him
His long skinned trousers appear ruffled
A Fela puffs his way out of the gaol
Yet, his mouth waxes stronger Afro-tune sax
To the great beyond the sky
“In no be Gentleman at all
But for once, he never betrayed the truth.   

Alayade Stephen T.
29th, September, 2006

NB-Abami Eda means a strange fellow.
VIP in Fela’s parlance means Vagabond in Power,
And Mr Follow-Follow, Coffin For Head Of State, Zombie,
Shuffering and Smiling are all titles of popular tracks amidst his hit songs.

Details | Monorhyme | |

5 W's

Who can solve Math word problems and equations? What are the simplest and best solutions? When life gets tough and you’re in great confusion, Where are your patience and determination? Why not make life so easy at state of convolution?
Written: Aug. 27,2012

Details | I do not know? | |

Poets Riches

Poets ponder They cannot squander A stipend they do not receive For paid in thought Their piece of mind Are words formed and conceived A tale of sorts Depiction of life Even death, if they so choose Sometimes humor So often, strife Sometimes fake and sometimes true To live on poetry Getting paid for thoughts Is not within the poets reach That’s why they work Many various jobs Laborers, professionals and some, they teach Within their thoughts Their written words Lies the life for which they wish For there in mind Though pockets bare The poet knows, within, he’s rich As thought has value But not of dollar Intrinsic is what it shall always be The poet stands Not then with riches But pride in thought, his dignity

Details | I do not know? | |

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

The Nameless

Slipping through the sieve of history,

the nameless rest.

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

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

The nameless rest.

Their silent sacrifice,

quiet ordeal,

muted trauma,

remain interred,

amongst their remains.

The nameless rest.

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

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

The nameless rest.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

in every step that we tread.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

for their spirit is not dead.

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

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

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

Details | Limerick | |

Miss Priss

<                           once there was a boss we called miss priss
                             like to give orders with snap of wrist
                             file fax make coffee
                             phones radio golly
                             when not looking I blow her big hiss

Details | Concrete | |


once i was small i thought life is coool
no work to do just see bracing rool
then i grew in a 10  then saw the life
with a poor rally rife
i was sad at the time 
then now understood that 
no end of work at a life 
just a begining fo my life

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True to life

Get-go scrupulous attention, 
live to cornucopia,
Coherence in familial bonds 
must ever stay,
Romantic evening is 
reminiscent of happier times,
Are the ones standing by you 
on your final day!

Guileless life, a battlefield of 
every Titan,
For evolution of the race, you 
ought to play,
Contentious hard work makes 
it iridescent,
Hypothecate moulding for 
betterment as if in clay!

Sun gifted you its brightest 
Fragrance added through each 
breathful air,
Brew your friends well for a 
perfect wine,
Appreciate nature add up to a 
day's debonair!!

Life is fugacious yet addicting, 
its secrets camouflage,
Adopt blithesome attitude, 
risible for a hearty laugh !!

Written by - Dr Upma Sharma
Contest name- Take two
Sponsor- Nette onclaud
On 03/4/14

Previously entered into 
Shakespearian Sonnet competition 
sponsored by Karen Puff,
Written actually on 26/1/14

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New job

the Lord gives us new jobs
to bring comfort to others and
to show how much that they are worth
just caring and sharing goes a long way
to give a smile to show God Loves them every day
to be willing to go thee xtra mile
will make the rewards far more worthwhile
in my new job i will work hard
and be there when they call
for God's love isn't for one
God's Love is for all
I will be helpful in eevrything that I do
and will be great to see how God will bless each and eevry one of you
so when I come to pray#i'll ask the Lord that I will do the ebst that I can every single day. Amen.

1 corinthians  15 v  58 So, my dear brothers and sisters, be strong and immovable. Always work enthusiastically for the Lord, for you know that nothing you do for the Lord is ever useless.

 Lazy people want much but get little,
but those who work hard will prosper.
proverbs 13 v 4 

proverbs 21 v 5 
Good planning and hard work lead to prosperity,
but hasty shortcuts lead to poverty.

2 peter 1 v 10  1 So, dear brothers and sisters,* work hard to prove that you really are among those God has called and chosen. Do these things, and you will never fall away. 11 Then God will give you a grand entrance into the eternal Kingdom of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.  Amen

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Laughter is Indeed the Best Medicine On Hand

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

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A poet strive for perfection 
Someday his work will become a worldly reflection 
Of whom he is 
With each line he procrastinate, 

With each verse, 
Reaction, pro action and anticipation 
To the point 
Of debating or reconstructing his latest 
Despite receiving favorable reviews 

Should I read it out loud? 
Or should I let it simmer 
And invited samplers to sample my work 
Too many mind and voices 
Can be influential

Unlike a Sunday buffet his poem 
Is not the main course? 

His work is his ode 
So he becomes a prolific composer. 

Author note: 
To be or not to be this is the question

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An ode to the Unsung Angels

Written on 21st April 2012
By: Sashi. Prabhu (zeauoxian)
(This Ode is dedicated to the Administrative professional / Executive Administrative Assistants/Secretaries.  I dedicate this  to all the unsung champions who have worked selflessly in the shadows to brighten the futures  and then silently steeped away into the twilight of their lives without a ray of expectation in any form.)celebrate 25th april 2012 ,60th anniversary.

You make yourself graciously present from the beginning or start, to align processes and routines you pour out your big heart. No words or action suffice to thank you enough, You stand by and support through thick and thin when times get real rough. Your tips, guidance opinion and advice, are of utmost importance and cannot be gauged by monetary price. You can never be thanked enough, You really help mould your superiors and aid them to take on situations that are all rough. To work without you is sure as hell, In circles of times round and round without progress will superiors dwell. To work with you is a real pleasure, Your honed competencies, skills and ways of problem solving are a treasure. You simply slice the ropes (lengthy time wasting procedures) that curtail us, You battle the winds of change and interruptions for us to be in time to catch destiny’s bus. In the hustle and bustle of daily chores and routines, You execute work with precision by all means. In stormy weather you stand by with great strength for all to see, And when the chips are down you stand tall deep rooted like a tree. Your kind heart and beautiful mind is a combination rare, Every time we saunter or amble to our cabins you are there with a smile filled with care. We really appreciate your kind and generous ways, The order you bring with your overpowering yells and disciplinary displays. You are always there to be a part of a team, And back up everything to bring about into existence everyone’s “dream”. You come to my mind when I think of sharing, You come to my mind when I think of appreciating You come to my mind when I think of giving You come to my mind when I think of forgiving On this occasion would like to thank you once more, For all the things you have done and said open hearted and galore. Thank you so much for supporting and being a beacon of light, And it’s because of people like you many Executive futures have been made bright……..

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Farm Life

A day on the farm can be hard work.
Like feeding the pigs and
catching the chickens.
You kick the dog and
throw the cat out the kitchen.

Boy this farm work can be hard.
Run out of the house
down to the barn.
The chores are piling up
but thats just life on a farm.

Milk the cows and call the sheep.
Fight with the goats to trim their feet.
Feed the horses and curry them down.
I'm sure glad I don't live in town.

Fire up the ole tractor
drive out to the fields to
work the ground thats made of steel.
It starts to rain but thats okay cause
we still have to work the cows today.

Your body is hurting by
the end of the day.
When you lie down in bed
you start to pray.
Lord will me another day.

As I think over my day.
I thank God, and have to say.
Even tho it's hard work
from dawn til dusk
I'm glad, I live on a farm.

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Folk Dance

"The Folk Dance"
On the backs of well formed muscular miners 
Working hard in the trenches on a daily basis
For the men who need coal, fat cats and such
Dirty, sweaty and tireless toil try to wear them down 
Dehydration and soot inhalation runs rampant 
An epidemic throughout lower Appalachia

The jobs they need, for their survival indeed
Their meager paychecks insist they must do it for the love
Ten to fourteen hour shifts and then they collapse on the bed
Six days of the week it's merciless work to anybody

Sunday comes and they can take a day of rest
A certain buzz going around electrifies every last person
Timing is just right to surprise the deserving workers 
Since people have prepared to throw down a hoe down!
The good old fashioned type with the elongated dresses
In classic style with seemingly everybody statewide participating
With a do-se-do and an allemande left good country spirits spin uproariously
Twisting and turning to chanted rhythms on a hard packed dirt floor
Inhibitions are nowhere to be found amongst these family friendly folk
Arm in arm with strangers they know each other wants a fair time

 Soon the energy starts rocking to the extended company outside
The hootenanny has grown too big for just one barn, they are tireless 
"Well Shucks." says the fat cat "I don't work them hard enough!"
Watching from afar he fumbles with his pocket watch just a little miffed
A raucous good time for a genuinely good people 
The orchestrator slows it down some and pulls out his granddaddy's autoharp
Relaxing to an old fashioned twang, the couples do their thing
Getting closer to each other rocking calmly to and fro
Feeling four minutes of tenderness with filled loving concentration
Because those seconds are the fleeting ones

Then the banjos bring the pace back up to complement rowdy fiddles 
Moving and twirling, elation fills the air for a chance at remembering
Why they are alive for each other, ingenious in its simplicity
While Merriness is their motto
 And not even the coal mines can make them forget that

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Greyhound Bus Station - Two In The Morning - Doctor In The Alley

A long time ago this scene unfolded as I traveled from place to place
As I look back from my values I hold dear today, it's entirely a different race
Every persons walk is unique and holds many a lesson
Some to share openly and others are for confessen
Wake up somewhere in an alley behind a trash dumpster or in a doorway
Depends on your luck the night before if it was foreplay or poorplay
You may have scored a job to load delivery trucks with that smooth Gallo wine
That would net you a cool twenty and slip a bottle in the pocket made you feel just 
So when you got off work you had some money
But you didn't spend it on women because white port was your honey
You could rent a room for five dollars a day and buy peanut butter and bread
The rest for some wine or brandy or whiskey maybe a beer and you were totally fed
Now you were confident you likely had some work and pay every day
If you don't get sent out on a job you can sell blood was your ace the other way
Somedays you would switch and work during the day 
But your style was no different you needed daily pay
So you worked at the slave market is what the common name is
Always minimun pay and very little quiz
You could have been a bank robber or a serial killer
Made no difference you just wrote on the paper what ever would fill er
No one was ever going to check to see if you had just graduated from Yale
Or had done something real bad and just got out of jail....
So once in a while you just wanted to change locations for no particular reason
Except maybe the biggest if you slept out you preferred a fair season
If it were two in the morning somewhere and you had the shakes
You knew how to locate a doctor down the alley and pay what it takes
So after many bus rides and alleys and stomach fulls and heartaches
I use a different doctor now and he's not in the alley, we play for much higher stakes

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Outlook Defined

With trepidation, a card from the Seer's deck, she drew
In hopes she get some insight on what she should do
Keep pursuing a guy that doesn't seem to want to commit
Continue to work two jobs, if not, then which to omit?

She flipped over a card and was overjoyed to see 'The Sun'
Predicting good health, happiness, love, vitality...all rolled into one
She cleared her mind and prepared to have her fortune read
Promising herself to take in stride everything the physic said.

Things are going good for you, your finances are in good shape.
Make that appointment with your financial advisor to avoid red tape 
All the hard work you put into your job is noticed by many
Your a natural in your field and your rewards will be plenty.

People are drawn to you because you always see the bright side
Radiate who you are and what you stand for, don't hold it inside 
In your life, you'll be able see the truth with a capital 'T'
You have the knowledge and life tools to be who you need to be

In love, relationships will reach new levels of connection, harmony and bliss
Don't put all your eggs in one basket,... girl please always remember this
Get out and enjoy your life, be your true self and let your intuition be your guide 
Everything happens for a reason, fretting about will only eat you up inside  

Your health and feelings of well-being are at a high point
Your attitude will be more positive, you'll feel less out of joint
The universe is conspiring in your favor, all  insecurities will be bid adieu
Good choices are adding up to create a great life, welcome to a new you!

Sponsor ~ Tracie- Indigo Dreamweaver
Contest Name	~ Tarot Poem
Tarot card ~ 'The Sun'

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as our lifes go on

As our life’s go on, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let us down, probably will. You'll have your heart broken and you'll break others' hearts. You'll fight with your best friend or maybe even fall in love with them, and you'll cry because time is flying by. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, forgive freely, and love like you've never been hurt. Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, and no second chances. You just have to live life to the fullest, tell someone what they mean to you and tell someone off, speak out, dance in the pouring rain, hold someone's hand, comfort a friend, fall asleep watching the sun come up, stay up late, be a flirt, and smile until your face hurts. Don't be afraid to take chances or fall in love and most of all; live in the moment because every second you spend angry or upset is a second of happiness you can never get back.

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Quit My Job, Smashed My Car

Quit my job, smashed my car
My back does throb, need to learn guitar

So I can make, a silly song
And I can sing, it all day long
About how, my God is strong
So that even now, nothing’s wrong

Even though, I quit my job
smashed my car, my back does throb

Life is hard, but I’ve got God
So I won’t let any thought
Any worry or fear
Convince me you’re not near

Even when, I quit my job,
Smashed my car, my back does throb
Life is hard, but I won’t sob
I need to learn guitar

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Circling like black crows

On languid farmland thermals

Murder of deadlines

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Perfect Circle Piston Rings

The Perfect Circle Plant was where most kids went to work as a general rule,
To begin a life of donkeywork upon graduation from the local school.
I dreamed of things far beyond the horizon like visitin' Rome or Istanbul,
Not a life of drudgery in the plant or plowin' corn behind a ploddin' mule!

I suppose I could've gone to work there, married and had a flock of kids,
But such a mundane life would've driven me to booze, landin' me on the skids!
They made expansion rings and such for airplanes, ships and tanks.
Not for me!  I chose the Air Force!  For that I've always given thanks!

While I enjoyed the beauty of Bermuda (where I 'fought' the Korean War),
My peers were waitin' for quittin' time, performin' their borin' chore!
I reckon they made about five bucks an hour turnin' out expansion rings.
I only made a hundred bucks a month, but it paid for my youthful flings!

I just couldn't see myself turnin' nuts and bolts and payin' union dues,
Or catchin' hell from the ol' lady for stoppin' by the pub for some brews!
While I was dinin' on steak and sippin' Tom Collins' at the Plantation House,
My pals back home were eatin' meatloaf and listenin' to their spouse's grouse!

I hasten to say that the Perfect Circle Plant provided my friends with needed work,
But operatin' a planer or lathe eight hours a day would've driven me berserk!
Should I have taken Dad's advice and hired on at the plant had I to do it over?
Nah!  I wanted to get off the farm and leave the county 'cause I'm an avid rover!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

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The rancher

morning frost twinkles
      while rancher sips coffee and
              whiffs new arrivals

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Reject letter sent by post. Applications online ignored. Too old Too young. Inexperienced. Do not drive. It must be the JSA blues. Countless jobs for the unemployed. Just search and see. It must be true the papers say. This Government would not lie. Reject letter sent by post. Applications online ignored. Too old Too young. Inexperienced. Do not drive. It must be the JSA blues. Take any job you can get. Work 80 hours a week. It's for your well being, the papers say. This Government would not lie. Reject letter sent by post. Applications online ignored. Too old Too young. Inexperienced. Do not drive. It must be the JSA blues. Take minimum wage if you must. That is all you are worth. You will thank us some day the papers say. This Government would not lie. Reject letter sent by post. Applications online ignored. Too old Too young. Inexperienced. Do not drive. It must be the JSA blues. I have the JSA blues This Government would not lie. The JSA blues. Government would not lie. JSA Blues. Would not lie. JSA blues. Not lie. JSA blues. LIE!

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Dreamer, Worker, Man

If I am nothing more than a 
dreamer, then allow me dreams,
And become astonished at the 
dreams that I create of nothing,
For if it is so that merely a dreamer
I am, my dreams will be superior to
all that have ever dreamed before,
and be dreams that man aspire to,

If I am nothing more than a mere
worker then allow me work, and
become inspired by the work I will 
continue to do, be it manual or
academic labor, work will become
me, and I shall become work,
Yet my work will be the work of
genius, no matter the category,

For i am nothing but man, dreamer
and worker alike, thus allow me to 
be man, worker, and dreamer, all
the days of my life until eternity,
Mock me and laugh at my name in
hopes of protecting your own 
insecurities yet do not hate me 
when the work and dreams of myself

Become the foundation of my bread
and the core of my happiness,
As work is never finished and
dreams are never ending in this life,
I embrace the fact of being a product
of both, for I too will adopt this
perseverance, and dream and work
my best, until it becomes greatness...

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The Corporate Way

Give us an arm and a back if you may
We need a thousand units for the contract today
We'll pay you the money though just what you need
We'll take the rest and plant our seeds of greed
We believe in your future and security
We assume you need help through dicipline you see
We hope to make you happy with special treats and such
Although you may have some concerns,to us that don't mean much
We don't care if you're busted up,bleeding bad or dead
All we want is more production and messing with your heads
We greet you with a smile while inside laughing don't you know
We watch you come in full of life and empty when you go
We are a lifetime achievement,yeah,your body and your soul
We will not be satisfied 'till we have full control
We'll treat you all like animals if we choose to do so
We'll even invite an audience to enjoy the show
You won't get very far here except our favorite sons
We only favor dirty knees and noses,big brown ones
Now give us more production and don't give us any gup
or you'll be in deep trouble when you get written up
We just know what we are worth when all is done and said
Come and earn a happy life,heh,enjoy it when you're dead!!!

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The Petty Posh-WahZee - Liberation and Ostentation

The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation

The Not-So Distant Past:

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

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

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

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

The Present:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The unforgettable rant from a drunk Lady contest

It is five minutes to two
I don’t know what to do
It looks like I'm the last person this evening before you close
But can I have another, and possibly a minute to expose
You must get this often you’re really sweet
Cute as a button, to bad I don’t cheat
You see I am procrastinating to get back to my house
I live with a man; no he is not my spouse
Five long years, do you care that I share
Oh hun, watch out a flies in your hair
But seriously, it’s bad; we fight all the time
I haven’t the courage to tell him I am sick of his kind
Do you have a woman? oh you must you’re so cute
So what do you think should I give him the boot?
Oh and work is getting to me, my boss in always on my case
Sir what’s your name again? you have a mighty fine face
Can I get one more? that will be all
Good thing I live down the block in case I trip and fall
Can I give you some advice; you should finish your degree
You don’t belong here at this hour serving me
Last year I went away, when I got back I caught him cheating
I gave this guy one serious beating
Oh look it is raining
Am I complaining?
I know it’s time to move on
But it’s hard when someone is finally gone
Do you work every night?
Could you lower the lights?
I am getting a headache
Last night I went to a wake
It was my Coworkers sons, girlfriends, Aunt,
I am sorry did I just go on a rant?
What are you doing after work?
You must think I am a jerk
OH NO here come the tears!!!
Sir, it’s been so many painful years,
Why can’t I just leave him?
What is wrong with me?
can I get just one more, my glass is empty,
Wait, what are you doing?
Is that coffee I smell brewing?
Are you shutting the bar down?
I see no one is around in this town,
OH no I just dropped the glass on the ground
Boy!!! that made a really loud sound
Let me pick that up
I’ll buy you a new cup
That’s all I seem to do, clean and cook,
I deserve better right? I read it in Dr.Phil's new book,
Sir, where are you going?
Did you tell me your name?
OH I don’t feel well, can I puke in your drain?
Much better, oops sorry, I made a mess
This was a new dress,
Thanks for listening,
Did I tell you you’re cute?
I bet you make a tone of loot
My man has no job
and he wonders why I'm a bitter snob
Ok Im leaving, its late my new friend,
what did you say your name was again?
I want your number, Let me get a pen
Oh no my purse fell all over the floor
Sir Sir, did you just slam the door?

“I am not a sir, I am a Woman, and you need to Go the hell Home!!! ”

wriiten 10/21/11

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Ranch Hand Sunset.

Upon the flushing milieu of twilight,
     Vague shadows of the ranch hands brook.

 A proud slow march on hackneyed legs,
     In the slow emergence of autumn’s dusk.

Today’s sullied labor grimes the worn denim chaps,
     In the dawn to dusk harvest of the seasons haying.

An aching exhaustion on sweat muddied faces,
     The price and the pride of the old rancher’s toils.

Barns piled high from the summers green fields,
      The homestead prepares for the silver of winter.

Lost in the muted glow of sunset’s backdrop,
     The prairie echoes thanks with a soft cowboy song. 

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Face To Face With Death

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

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

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

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

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

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Quill still as the sky
motionless arms akimbo
severe writer's block.

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Drunkers' sentiments

Drink while alive
Leave your thrive, drink
Man's life is short

Hard work brings ache
Cold beers break stress
Pal, make your choice

Time's wing flies by
You work die-hard
We try drink well

When death arrives
When all drives cease
Whose lives well lived? 

Author: Joseph Osita
For Dr Ram's 'Than Bauk contest'

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In My Community

Our Ancestors fought to the death,
Just so we can live a brighter day,
So before you light up that blunt of meth,
Think about what you’re giving away,
It was a glad day in history when Obama rose to victory,
The first black president was all we knew,
Dark skin is in!
Haven’t you heard?
That even in our community, 
You can get burned,
It’s a sad day when people would rather stay home and “Crank That Amber Cole”,
Than get up and run to a poll,
In our community,
Rockin’ Luis V is better than having a college degree,
And teen pregnancy is not only a trend,
But the single motherhood that follows should end,
Young girls learn of a wonderful prince to take them away,
Nothing should change thought their mothers prince didn’t stay,
And as the tears fade away,
She grows stronger every day,
In our community,
Fighting is no longer a word,
You argue with someone and shots are heard,
Girls showing places the sun don’t show,
So how do they expect the community to grow?
Where love is a figment of imagination,
Making a young child question her creation,
Young mothers would rather buy the iPhone 5,
Then satisfy her baby’s cries,
While her new man’s eye,
Wander up another girl’s thighs,
In our community,
Where #team dark skin vs #team light skin,
Makes others not love the skin they’re in,
Love, lust, hate, and trust,
Giving a rose on Valentine’s Day is no longer a must, 
Where bad is good and good is bad,
Who would think to see their grandmother sad?
Her hurt and pain,
Shows how our community has lost everything her parents fought to gain.

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Purpose we are on earth

We are on earth to know To love Eternal God To do good according to His will And to go someday in heaven Human being means to come from Eternal God To go back to Eternal God The Truth is Our origins goes back farther than our parents Our parents are Eternal God’s tool For us to be on earth Sometimes we feel our Creator is near Sometimes we feel nothing at all So that we might find the way home Eternal God sent His Eternal Son Who freed us from sin Save us from the Eternal Father’s world destruction Eternal God, wanted to destroy the world Depressed People He created were sinning Eternal Son stopped Him Eternal Father is Yahweh Means “I AM” Eternal Son is Jesus Christ He is the Highest Priest of the Catholic or Roman Catholic Church We call Catholic priest, father Represent Father Christ He is the Highest Priest The Eternal Father is in Him Jesus Christ is Father Christ He is the way The Truth The Life 4092013

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The Thread That Binds

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

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

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

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

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

Details | Ballad | |

I know You Cape Breton

Hey, how are you

	Have you heard this one?
	Where there’s a midnight sun

		Listen to me now,
		Listen up young one
		One day I left someone

	Where did you say
	you were going?
	She looked so sad
	with her tears showing

		showing her a map of you,
		around the world to you,
		flying so fast at you,
		I left my Papua New Guinea,
		my home sweet home for you.

			So... like déjàvu, 
			You look so...
			Do I know you?
			No, don't say no...
			I know you!
			you were in my dreams

	You know that moment, 
	when you see her, 
	the light,
	that shines, 
	that lifts you high 
	into outer space so high

oh how I longed for you,
Just you and me,
your seasons, my wonder..
I wonder when thunders,
remind my mind, 
my sleeping child,
suddenly awake,
But Nova's away..

	They say people say,
	you'd miss home, 
	you'll miss POM..
	you said no,
	No, No, No
	you'll be home
	From winter to Autumn
	Just you and I
	you'll be fine

		So when the leaves fall,
		Or when snow falls,
		Remember me,
		Remember us,
		Our time, may be dying,
		Maybe someday I'll find,
		My child no child,
		and the sun so fine,
		I'll be home bound,
			To my Ocean playground..


Details | Pantoum | |

Just An Ordinary Day

Just ordinary day
Went to hard work.. not play
None knew his life would end
When to work he did attend

Went to hard work..not play
But today called away
When work he did attend
Not even his best best friend

But today called away
None knew his life would end
Not even his best best friend
Just ordinary day

Details | Limerick | |

Twelve Seconds

<                    Once was a bartender named Louie
                      Thought my tales story was quite screwy                                     
                      Asked how many seconds
                      Was in year he reckons
                      Twelve shouted out by cousin dewey

Entry For
Confession To A Bartender


Details | I do not know? | |


Every morning I got to work early so I can see surely. When I get there she is not there 
so I set and wait but surely is late. When she got there she said to me may I help you. 
YES I just wanted to ask you on a date does that sound great. No I will not take you on 
a date. I set and wait for you and you come in late and then turn me down for a date. 
Just wait you will be begging for that date. Now every morning I go to work late so I 
can see Kate she is great we just started to date. Today surely came over to talk to me 
may I help you. I just want to ask you on that date you had your chance now it is too 
late. I am now with Kate she is really great I think she will be my soul mate.

Details | Acrostic | |

On The Track

Being on the roll bring them a thought of eloquence,
Exempting the fact things in the giant tournaments,
Inside of which lies the origin of originality and dexterity;
Nexus, so true of either being alive or dead
Gentle souls, to be, should stay on the track.

Details | Couplet | |

bucket list of wants

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

Details | Verse | |

Human Traffic

Unharnessed footfalls meld with bike ricksaws
as antiquated oil belching buses roar.
Limo drivers bull their way door to door 
to the sound of dangling baskets of macaws. 
Hawkers shriek their wares without pause, 
such is the Katmandu that I adore.
Unharnessed footfalls meld. 
Men in open stalls serve tea from drawers 
Sari wearing women behind veils rapport. 
Orphaned children beg on from store to store,
the dross of life from which our eyes withdraw. 
Unharnessed footfalls meld. 

Contest: Rodine the Traffic of Life
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Date: 7/21/12

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The ER Full Moon

The emergency room 
filled beyond capacity.
A madhouse of accidents
and wounds.

You say don't cry so soon
I say I will be glad 
when all is done and
I wake to the morning sun.

If it be not quite noon
then the zoo of hell
brought about by the moon
still has time to gather gloom.

Then who knows how dastardly 
a night still yet may loom
before the morning light 
brings the breakfast call 
of the hungry loon.

Details | I do not know? | |

My childhood dreams

Jigzaw pieces of puzzles confusions

I feel like OJ without the murders of humans

Once a great athlete for those to look up to

Now sitting low waiting for death to approach you

The guns of the young strapped like security blankets

Mistermeanor crimes combat those without turrets

Who cares how I spell as long as the messages true

You college bound guppy get your degree in the area of fool

As you waist time deciding in life "what am I to do"

I wouldve got a head start in life shining shoes

Living up to the reputation that comes with skin color

I thought based on society life would come easier

Only to find the true meaning of hard work is killing me

I gave up on what used to be my childhood dream

To rule the world with my energy and natural plea

Now I am drawing the lines on my wrist to cut it free

As life chuckled and took care of my false pride

Lovely errands of work got lost like my tribe

The dreams of many go wasted when you grow up

Find out life is tougher than Dr.Zuess promised us

For Green Eggs and Ham must be a fairytale

I found out when they served the same siht for food in jail

As I scribbled the days left to serve on the wall

I read that Superman in 1993 finally did fall

Even the one who could stop a speeding bullet died

Whats that to say about me and my constant crys

I guess I better give up on my childish dreams

To free the world of racism and polluted screams

I better get back to work somebody just threw up

Hopefully they leave a tip so I can save it up

And pay for my child to go college like you

Maybe his dreams wont crash hard as mine did so true

Details | Light Poetry | |



There is only one person in your entire life that will ever love
you unconditonally and that person is Jesus Christ. You only live once, but you have all the 
chances in the world to love everybody in your life. Love is a very simple emotion. At the 
same time its hard to deal with in relaionships. When people love themselves they have a 
increased confidence that can help themselves feel happy about themselves. The love and 
confidence that i have for myself grows and my ability to enjoy life has increased. If you 
have a hard time loving yourself try to be positive, i know that is very hard to do and i have 
overcame that through the grace of God. If you think and feel that it will be to complicated 
for you just think about this, What Lies Behind Us, And What Lies Before Us Are Tiny Matters 
Compared To What Lies Within Us. As far as loving yourself if your are willing and ready to 
work on that issue, you have to come to a point where you realize your work is to discover 
work, and then with all your heart to give yourself to it. Acknowledge to yourself that the 
right work is the work that u do the work that you do when you are using your gifts and 
unique abilities, in a way that makes you glow with a sense of joy and meaning. God gives 
each of us special talents and gifts and loving ourselves and each other is all we have within 
our heart, mind, and soul, so it is your privilege and duty to make the most of them. On 
another note some people who are in present and past relationships including myself have 
had to come to grips with relationships that was not working, and trying to fulfill deep inner 
needs through people pleasing. I know through years of experience that the answer is to fill 
spaces of your heart with God instead of people. I have a question for people who know they 
are in unhealthy relationships ponder this; how can you ever love yourself for who you are if 
you become someone else to be with someone. Children, young adults, and everyone 
reading this be who God created you to be don't let anybody change what God intended you 
to be, or what he intended you to do.

                                                 The End

                                           BY:  Lemonia Sims

Details | Couplet | |

Life is an Aventurous Squirrel Run

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

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

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

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

Contest: Emotion: Squirrelly and fun   CSEastman

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written 2nd Aug 2013

This life is not as it should be
 pick up your wife, can't you see 

You're her husband, stand up!
 give her a reason, to again believe

She means 'everything' this family
 shutting the door leaving her totally... Alone

Do you actually know her at all...
 damaging her heart and soul, deep within it's cold

Loneliness consumes her, it's been so long
 it must be you still love her?

Are you willing to help her to her feet again?
 or shall you sit back and watch, as she see's the end

This is completely left for only you, her husband to declare
 how much does she really mean to you still care?

Will you step up, or let her rot into total depression, you see it...
 Love and care, or death and dispirit

It's all up to you!
 Her loving husband, what will you do.....

Details | Couplet | |

A False Reality

You're an illiterate literate, a contradictory existence
Your stupidity is obvious, your ignorance, consistent.
You major in directions and minor in detail
Yet you speak in tongues and write in braille.
You base your thoughts off of hopes and dreams
Off of useless prayers or so it seems,
No one can dive into the depths of your mind
For it's an endless pit, an abandoned mine
Ignorance is bliss, or so you say
With that saying, you lead the way. 

Details | ABC | |

Green People

I see green people
They tell me they come in peace 
But they are showing me the roots to all evil
I see green people
They try to disguise their intentions 
But their actions are so see through
I see green people
They are the true world leaders
There are no free actions or thoughts
You do or think what they want you to
I see green people
They manipulated all of our history
So if we were to find the truth
It doesn't matter because their is no proof
I see green people
As their head grow larger 
I continue to have distant dreams of me being considered a equal
I see green people
They told me to worship them or die
Close my eyes and look through the lies
Because without them 
There is no chance to walk among the Gods
I see green people 
And there is no doubt about it
They truly show me the roots to all evil

Details | Verse | |

A Wreath on the Tiles Factory

Lips of a chimney
always puff
gray smoke out.
Lorries, loaded with tiles,
always rush out.
Rupees always heap up
in a wooden drawer.
Red tiled roofs
always give them refuge.
Those ‘always’ remains
in the fossils now.

Weeds lock the compound.
Rust hugs the bolts.
Experience dies in arms.
Coolies teach their children
how to hush the hunger.
Concrete roofs
proudly put wreaths
on their predecessors.
Now  a coolie’s lips puff
curls of  worries out
before the closed gate.

Details | Lyric | |

her toys are his

He lurks in the evening 
his black polished car 
the driver can say nothing 
he knows this and goes far 
into the very world 
he is so against 
he calls her up at night 
and pays with our expense 
she comes with a bag of toys 
reserved only for the players 
only for the ones 
who can afford to pay her 
and when the morning comes 
his sloppy body lies in a stale sheet 
of the night before
he does this every week 
and everything is free 
because he has a pen 
in which he writes it off 
again at our expense 
a hotel stay for business 
is a night of pleasure 
when you are the one 
people call the governor.

Details | Light Poetry | |

Lady Cop in a SUV

The other day I was a cruising, right on down the street.
And I did spy a cop car, plainly marked, yes, an SUV.
Now I would swear that I really saw a Lady Cop inside.
A Lady Cop inside an SUV? Yes, that’s what I really saw.

Now that’s a really tough job, even, at the best of times.
And I don’t want to make fun of women, in this work line.
I’m sure they must be tougher than all the rest, to get respect.
They probably work their tails off, for promotions, theirs to get.

And I sure doubt I would get a pass on any tickets, either, to be true.
I just can’t shake the image, of a soccer mom, my mind keeps going to.
I know it’s wrong… I know… I know… this I really… shouldn’t say…
But I feel it’s right to call her a ‘Soccer Mom Cop’, some how, this way.

I know… I know… But ‘Soccer Mom Cop’ keeps rolling, in my head.
And God help me, she may not understand, if she hears, what I just said.
All I hope is she won’t hunt me down, to lavish tickets, in recompense.
But I mean it, in the nicest way; though to you, it may not make any sense.

Details | Rhyme | |

Enjoy Yourself

You work and work for years and years. You're always on the go. 
You never take a minute off, you're too busy makin' dough. 
Some day, you say, you'll have your fun when you're a millionaire. 
Imagine all the fun you'll have in your old rockin' chair,
so enjoy yourself, it's later than you think. 
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink. 
The years go by as quickly as you wink,
so enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think. 
Your heart of hearts, your dream of dreams your ravishing brunette 
has left you now and she's become somebody else's pet. 
Lay down that gun, don't try my friend to reach the great beyond. 
You'll have more fun by reaching for a red-head or a blonde, 
so enjoy yourself, it's later than you think. 
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink. 
The years go by as quickly as you wink.
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think. 
You love somebody very much, you'd like to set the date, 
but money doesn't grow on trees so you decide to wait. 
You're so afraid that you will bite off more than you can chew. 
Don't be afraid, you won't have teeth when you reach ninety two, 
so enjoy yourself, it's later than you think. 
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink 
The years go by as quickly as you wink, 
so enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
You never visit nightclubs so you never get a dance.
You don't have time for silly things like moonlight and romance.
You only think of dollar bills tied neatly in a stack,
but when you kiss a dollar bill it doesn't kiss you back,
so enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink.
The years go by as quickly as you wink,
so enjoy, enjoy, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
Enjoy! Enjoy! Enjoy Yourself! It's later than you think.

Details | Narrative | |


Our Thoughts
Top 09/05/2010 16:12:54

What are you thinking?

    * Every thought we have creates the words we speak.
    * Every thought we have creates every action we take.
    * Every action we take creates a reaction.
    * Every thought, word, action, reaction, creates our lives!

How’s life?  Bad?  Fair?  Good?  Great?

Life should be great and can be great with the choices we make!  The main choice being our
choice of thoughts.  I live my life by thinking in a certain way, a thought pattern that
drives me to everything I desire in life, rather than everything I do not want.  

I formed a habit of thinking in a certain way.  It wasn’t easy but I never gave up!  I
used Willpower! If you work out in the gym it’s hard at first, but depending on your
desire, the more effort you put in, the bigger the results!  You realise what a wonderful
gift willpower is.  When used, one feels amazing!

The trouble is most of us do not have any goals in life, nothing to work towards, nothing
to use these amazing gifts we hold waiting to burst out - willpower, imagination,
intuition, perception… I could go on!  We are creative beings with minds to THINK!

Unfortunately, what we think about are our perceptions of what we see and hear in the
news, on the TV, etc. All the negativity putting us all into a state of fear.

Fear is debilitating, it throws barriers up to stop us from reaching our goals.

Goals are the keys to direction in life.  Without goals we are the sheep following the
masses, following others who never have a clue where they are going.  We lose faith.

Faith is believing!  We all seem to think that seeing is believing.  I see it as believing
in something so much that you make it happen.  Having faith and belief in oneself, holds
the truest wisdom to the ultimate power of success!

When we can cast away our fears and doubts, stand up and brush ourselves down when we have
knockbacks, only then, can we attain our goals.  Everyone passes failure on their way to
success, in fact look upon failure as just a way of telling you there is a better
direction for you just waiting around the corner.

I study the greatest philosophers and scientists in quantum physics, from the past to this
day.  They all agree on one thing - WE BECOME WHAT WE THINK ABOUT!

Sometimes we read or hear things that really ring home true…. My life has changed, how
about you?!!!!!

What are you thinking now?


Simone Segal

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He walked me down a broken fence line when I was five.	
He put the soil in my hands and taught me it was alive.
He spoke to me of life, in a gentle voice.
Taught me wrong from right, and left me with the choice.
He boosted me up on a saddled horse.
Taught me the things that would carry me through my life’s coarse.
He took my small hand in his work worn hand,
As  he took me out in the fields and taught me the land.
And there was always a warm smile behind kind eyes.
Smile down at my small face, gentle and wise.
Showed me how to stack hay in a barn when I was eight.
And I can still remember swinging on a cattle guard gate.
And the day he told me someday he would be gone.
The only time in my young life I thought my papa was wrong.
On a wide front porch he told me stories of how life used to be.
And he would say it was a better time, and I would agree.
I still remember climbing up in his lap to sit on his knee.
He was the biggest part of what made me.
A man who taught me to work for everything I had.
He did. They just don’t make em’ like they did my grandad.
In my child eyes he was a man among men.
And I know there will never be another like him again.
These tears I just cannot hide.
For the last good man left, has died.

Sarah D Comstock

Details | Epic | |

Patradoot or The Messenger 1 Many

Patradoot or The Messenger  1/Many

English version by Ravindra K Kapoor

I am in meditation for the same God,

Whom you also pray, praise and meditate,

You who is born from my hand and pen,

Have a better destiny than your originator.


Kanpur India  9th May 2010		to continue in 02/Many

Note: The entire poetry work  created by my father 
is addressed to a Letter.

Transliteration of Hindi poem in English- Patradoot or the Messenger.

Main  Bhi Dhyata,  Usi Murti Ka

Tu Bhi Dhyan Lagata  Hai,

Mere  Kar Se Janmaa Tu,

Mujhse Saubhagya, Bada Tera Hai.

Original work in Hindi written by my late father Late Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
way back in 1932.

English version is more than the exact translation of my 
father’s Patradoot or the Messenger.

Protected as per Poetry Soup’s copy write protections 

Details | Rhyme | |

The opportunity through the passages of time

On the sixth day of April typhoons churning and brewing came my way this year,
Winds of change came to my doorstep spitting and spewing fear.
They rocked me for some days as I walked my life’s calm beaten path,
Only God’s grace guided me patiently and safely through it’s wrath.

New lands ahead,
As ordained and said….
With mutant baggage of pain etched past well past behind me,
Doorways of yesterday shut on the threshold of a new dimension, the past never to see.

Always believed when you close the door behind you,
Will open plenty ahead of you anew…….
Now I reckon the only way is to move ahead,
Burning destiny’s dhows in troubled waters have now fled….

Now that I have a new cause to base my work upon,
Strange and quaint feelings I have no more to bear on…..
I now live my moments with fun and joy,
It is my heart mind and their creative power’s only for me to deploy….

Today spills over and tomorrow it comes and goes,
My mind its craving to innovate it only grows.
Cheer filled emotions now feverously churn within me
The peace and tranquility of my mind glows my face for all to see.

With this opportunity as high as the sky,
I will make the phenomenal change blue and azure high.
Smile and take my setbacks in my strides and walk the miles ahead,
Will rise and shine to sharpen myself in the new role with happiness embed……………


Details | I do not know? | |

The Heart Dances

It dances in rhythm
While you play, work or sleep
To the commotion of day and night rhythms
Sometimes in giant leaps
Other times in gentle beats.

It dances in the spring
While you play, work or sleep
In the waltz of romanticism
Where everything is new
With the colors of youth.

It dances in the summer
While you play, work or sleep
In the calypso of folklore fun
Where families gather
Relishing the warmth engendered.

It dances in the autumn
While you play, work or sleep
In the gratitude for the harvest
Where all can be truly fed
After the planting of dreams, through tears and sweat.

It dances in the winter
While you play, work or sleep
Not affected by the outer elements
For the warmth has found its place in
And peace has come to reign within.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 07.29.10

Details | Haiku | |

A Proper Job

What's a 'proper job'?
Suit, tie, briefcase, paperwork?
One that makes you smile...

Details | Rhyme | |

Not For Naught

What you do here, is your job, life, future and health.
Without each one of these, there will be no wealth.
Apply and learn each day that you live and breathe.
Give your all in whatever you do, protect with a sheave.
Don’t ever think, what you do, is just a plain job.
If you let this happen, it is your soul, spirit you rob.
What you do makes a difference, in someone’s life.
What mistakes you make, causes someone strife.
So take a new look, at what you do, every day for pay.
Take pride, take revelation look, and see life’s display.
Give thanks for all the work you do, with praise or not.
For without you and what you do, everything is for naught.

Details | Ballade | |

Such is life

Well, when you want so much from your life.. 
Neither you have Girlfriend nor Wife..
Any Idea you propose, gets decline... 
All you can see is darkness, No Sunshine..!! 

Such is life ...Such is life.. 

You want to speak out loud on Mic.. 
You want to tell your Boss, you work hard but no salary hike.. 
Whatever you do is not rite... 
You are hungry for food but all you have is Vegemite.. 
You try hard but can't sleep at night.. 
You keep thinking about what is wrong and what is rite.. 
Such is life..Such is life.. 

Deepak Kaushal

Details | Limerick | |

A Girl On A Mission

              A Girl On A Mission

There once was a gal who sold china

Tested rockets in her vagina

She sat on one hard though

It made her a martyr

Blasting her & her china to China 

                                                           6/24/14 Bawdy Limericks II Contest

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Sacraments of Christian Initiation

The Sacraments of Christian Initiation
Baptism, Confirmation and the Holy Eucharist
Lay the foundation of every Christian life

Faithful are born anew by Baptism, 
Strengthened by Confirmation 
Receive in the Eucharist the food of eternal life

To receive increasing measures
The divine life
Advance toward the perfection of charity

Written 09172012

Details | Personification | |

Madame Morning Glory

Madame Morning Glory
greets the sun's warm embrace,
getting to work before the others do,
getting to work with intense purpose.
At the crack of dawn she begins to move,
creeping over powerless garden beds,
crawling up old brick walls.

Madame Morning Glory chokes her prey,
after seducing with violet blooms
and an array of hypnotic spades.
She knows how she is being watched,
realizing each new day could be the last,
but this doesn't cause her to be more bashful,
or hide her murderous ways.
She moves through the garden,
strangling her newest victims-
whether lily, daisy, rose,
iris, gladiolus or hyacinth;
makes no difference to her at all.

Madame Morning Glory
desires to be the only beauty queen in town,
leaving behind a funeral procession,
of any other likely candidates.
But it isn't only the glamour and charms
hiding the deadly nature of her whims,
that keeps this Madame alive.
Even though many people uproot her in angst,
there are those willing to make some shady deals-
bewitchment and dilation
traded for the opportunity to spread and kill,
as Madame Morning Glory twirls her trellises,
invokes a spell of intoxication
and continues on her way.

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your finger pointed
so accusingly at me
rush to make judgment
facts unknown, verdict guilty
proved you wrong, sweet victory

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Clock-watching Fridays, Bring sweet sanity to souls, Weary of the rat race.

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What do you do with your DAY and NIGHT

I live the day to dream the night
As I dream the night to live the day
I work the day to rest the night
As I rest the night to work the day
I pay the day to gain the night
As I gain the night to pay the day
I give the day to earn the night
As I earn the night to give the day
Life is all about time
As time is all about day and night...

(c) 2011

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A Lifetime Prison

Skeletal remains are all but left
Of a man who lived life bereft,
Tho’ the warden is never seen
He is behind every evil scheme,

Guilty is your only logical plea
When a sinner is what you’ll be,
Doing time is nowt but a quest
Having failed to pass life’s test,

Hope is a nightmarish dream
Yet changeless if you scream,
Solemn tears extinct run dry
On death row awaiting to die,

Cutoff from reality’s torment
Of senseless hours misspent,
Aghast within the mind’s eye
Inward visions you can’t deny,

Entrapped in soulless solitude
Inept at altering your mood,
Mere existence remains bleak
Escape is yesteryear’s antique,

Rather useless as paying bail
For freedom’s but a fairy tale,
So listen closely as you hear
The past wantonly disappear,

Youthful ire may start afresh
Hidden deep with your flesh,
Surely life happens only once
For every poor amoral dounce,

A lifetime prison is manifest
In a dreary deathless quest,
Beyond life’s one last request
If you know not what is best.

© Eugene Harvey

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No Respect - Show Me the Anger

Never to be challenged would not be expected.
One’s spirit would truly die, forever being infected.

Respect beyond years of age, enhanced by service scored.
Each day passing seems I am just a little bit more ignored.
Sincerely I see others being from outside welcomed aboard.
Persons with only profit for them are welcomed in accord.
Exasperated I continue to do my job for no extra reward.
Calmness is harder to reorder in my daily extreme restored.
Thwarting abounded, stabbing my abilities with a sword.

Details | Couplet | |

muddy track or golden road

Where will I go, what will I be told to do?

Will it be the road paved with gold for me and you?

What can I expect, what will I find on the road ahead?

I may find the road turns into a muddy track instead.


Why am I pushed towards the muddy track?

Is there some work for me to do, Will I continue holding back?

Will it be amongst the homeless people, and the poor ones who

Always thinking and wondering, will their wish come true?


An Empty Manor House, cold and damp with no heart

Who would own this house, to find out where do we start?

Permission we received to rent it, and now the work begins

With Gods touch and hard work the homeless now live in.


Not such a muddy track, once elbow grease was applied

By working together, God and man, the homeless will survive

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Sand Castles By The Sea

Walking along the oceans sand, in the crisp evening air
He happened upon a sand castle built by a child’s, tiny hand
It's delicate, virginal beauty, a short time it would last
Much too soon the waves of the sea would wash it to a distant past. 

      Those little footprints, ingrained on some land
      Where a sweet, small child had carefully planned
      A beautiful, fragile castle in sand 

He was painting a picture in his mind of those little hands and feet.
The nocturne of a symphony with children directing the beat.
The rolling motions of the sea kept a rhythmic roar with the waves
They rolled to the shore in syncopated lyrics making wet, sandy graves.        

          His hope he carried in his heart
          As he walked quietly along the sea
          He wanted to make everything right
          But he was doubting his ability

A silent cantata of a discordant roar of time,
Was singing a haunting melody in voice A-cappella
Chanting audible chords of memories in his mind
His thoughts went back to the little child, building a dream carved in sand
A a child who was thoughtfully shaping their future on land. 

            As he sat on the shore in pensive thought,
            His own child came to his mind. 
            A sweet little girl, not a care in her world
            Singing her innocent, happy rhymes

He’d come home from work, needing time to unwind
Too busy and tired to give his child enough time
She learned to walk and talk all while he was gone
While her mommy taught her all those cute, little songs  

           "Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffett
             Eating her curds and whey
             The little spider that sat down beside her
             Until she shooed him away" 

His wife, the apple of his eye, a woman who stood by his side
He wrote her name inside his heart, always wanted her as his bride.
They fell in love, prayed for a sweet, little child to share all their love.
The Lord in Heaven heard their prayers and sent them a little girl from above. 

             His memories led him back to home
             Knowing he made those vows without end
             Finally knowing what he must do..
             He’d take his wife and child by their hands
             To make their lovely, delicate castles in sand


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Saturday night fever

Saturday Night Fever So you want a break because it's the weekend? drink it up and party all night that is the trend, you deserve it and so do your friends, working as told everyday nine to four, Modern day slavery is as tiring as ten decades ago, You hate your boss and your office chair is broken, you have to be there whether you're sweating or frozen, Hard work of years will one day pay off, The day you'll have enough money to shop, When gas would'nt seem pricey and you'd spent on food more than before When you would be buying things you can't afford, Day dreaming at work about your dream house, Don't waste time, Thinking in not allowed, You waited for saturday long enough, And now its finally time to smoke some stuff, Go out to the club, buy some beer, Get waste, dance, have a smoke session, that is the only way for you to get out of depression, A drunken getaway to forget about your problems, tonight, its the alcohol, some other day to solve them Too exhausted to think about the world at this time, the rest of the week your busy with those files Have you ever wondered why this chaos,so clear yet seems faded? Chained to work the whole week, later sedated, Destroying your body, controlling your mind, Like a virus infects and takes over your soul with time, Burning your organs with alcohol and smoke, Killing yourself ,slowly until no hope, Spending your slave salary on weapons of suicide, No handcuffs but you're enslaved in this life, Can you breathe? this world is a prison, For you and I, for the crimes we haven't committed!

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Restaurant Workers

Oh, you wonderful restaurant workers,
I guess you're glad it's over
Mother's Day the biggest day
The demands at work,
I know you well deserve your pay

Idiot customers,
Insolent, abusive
Think that you're
worth naught
Little realizing
the potential revenge
They may have just bought

Like adulterated food
To repay your stupid mouth,
If you knew what they did,
Your brain would "go south"...

These are people too
So watch out what you do
Because before you know it,
The joke will be on you!

Details | Light Poetry | |

It's 5 o'clock somewhere

You wake before dawn
The daily routine
Making you forlorn
Struggle through each day
To pay the bills
Its the daily grind
That tests your will
Security in your life
You defend
What is the purpose in the end
The only consolation is the end of each week
So desired 
No reason to speak
Think It
Dare say
Your almost there
Know this my friend,
It's 5 o'clock somewhere!

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The Song Of David

Enlighten days have past
He comes excel in all, so he thinks
"I am greater than man,
I know what ignorant man does not.
Come to me for knowledge unsurpassed!".
He points to the blue heaven,
"Where is thy wisdom? For I know all.
Where is thy command? That makes the ground shake
And brings forth water that lives?"

At the great gatherings,
He flocks the shepherds, blind, mute and deaf  
He answers to the multitude of questions
He asked the shepherds, "but what are thy questions?",
“I know not what do ask a man of your wisdom, but what  is a dream?
What is life?” asked the young herdsman.
"I know not what you speak of", said the Man.
"I only know what i can feel, touch and see"

"A dream is dream that passes us by, like gentle breeze of fresh spring.
Life holds all things mystery and doubts.
Shepherd knows to flock, not life or dreams".
"The shepherds are those who are humble, noble one", said the herdsman
"The blind cannot see, the mute cannot speak and the deaf cannot hear".
"Who are you preaching to? Silent and amaze, the man looks on.  

"If the blind could see you, 
They would say, 'look here is the man who tried to humble the blind
For they can see what others cannot,
If the mute could speak, they would humble you!
And if the deaf could hear they would shamed your wisdom".
"Was I a fool?" said the Man "or are you not that young herdsman?
Who knows nothing of life and passes his days tending the sheep's?
What could you learn from such simpleton life?"

"Life I live is simple indeed, 
No one knows that the shepherds are those who protects the weak"
"Nature is a friend of the shepherd; we sing the song of David
And rubs the olive oil to our young sheep, to keep away the flies".
Insulted, the man's fury turns over to the young herdsman
"Nature? Protect the weak? The song of David? Flies?
How can nature befriend a lonely shepherd? Protect who?
Song of David the Shepherd who became the king? 
What flies would harm the young flocks?"

The young herdsman smiled at the frown face of the man,
Left without a word
The blind, the mute and deaf ignored the man.
An unyielding shame kept the man humbled
He wonders why the young herdsman smiled about.
He came about a bridge and crossed the rocky roads
On the hill top he stood 
And saw the young herdsman singing the Song of David.

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Passages song contest

I have taken many passages on this journey called life,
They have lead me to gardens infected with pain hurt and strife,
I have walked down roads of roses paved with bitter thorns,
All to find out those temporary releases leave so many torn.

What does it profit a man if he gains the whole world but loses his infinite soul,
What is the point of owning everything when in the end our hearts are not whole,
Why do we work so hard for material gain yet neglect whose up above,
Many are superficial flowers, blowing in the wind, knowing nothing of true love.

I have run down dirt roads at night in the pouring rain,
Thinking this void would be complete if I could just whisper your sweet name,
I have cut through channels and canals just to get to your old home,
In all my efforts I have found myself left rejected and alone.

What does it profit a man if he gains the whole world but loses his infinite soul,
What is the point of owning everything when in the end our hearts are not whole,
Why do we work so hard for material gain yet neglect whose up above,
Many are superficial flowers, blowing in the wind, knowing nothing of true love.

Now I see before my very eyes the path that is actually straight,
The only one that leads me to eternal golden gates,
For the time I’ve wasted chasing dreams and idols in despair,
Left me with a burden that no one in this world could bare.

So I’ll lose the world to gain my soul,
And have my heart completely whole,
While opening my eyes to whats above,
embracing all his unconditional love,
And I'll smile when I see those gates,
The sweetest treasure I'll anticipate,
Since all we are is passing through,
I'll keep passing on until I reach what is true.

By: Sabina Nicole
Contest: song Passages
I would want Lauren Hill to sing this song

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[ In the early 1890's, Henry Lawson tramped to Hungerford  which inspired him to 
write a short story on his reflections.  In the 1980's I was part of a team 
connecting Hungerford   to the electricity grid and write the following by way of 
You've tramped the hungry road from Bourke 
Up North to border gate, 
A country lad in want of work 
With Gordon your old mate. 
Then camped the night in Hungerford 
Beside the old Paroo. 
I sensed that you were not impressed, 
You're not among the few. 
I had a chance to work there once 
To build a power line, 
And saw myself what you had seen, 
The privilege was mine. 
The rabbits are still there you know, 
On both sides of the fence; 
Though myxo slowed them down a bit, 
They're now not quite as dense. 
Two pubs have been reduced to one 
Still on the Queensland side. 
The store is but an old shell now, 
Where cats and mice abide. 
That hungry old dirt road you tramped 
 Now runs right through the town; 
From New South Wales to Queensland, mate, 
Folk travel up and down. 

Town water has not changed since then, 
'Tis red as mother earth, 
And though folks there are used to it, 
I gave a bath wide berth. 
Post Office building stands there too, 
But not the New South side, 
While local law enforcers still 
In Queensland do reside. 
I never met old Clancy mate, 
Though met a jackaroo; 
When asked of work conditions there 
He'd Clancy's point of view. 
The houses are all much the same, 
I guess they'll never grow, 
But now they've got the power there,  
One really doesn't know. 
Your sentiment was right my friend 
On how some toughed it out, 
Those men who travelled 'cross this land, 
Before towns came about. 
No doubt someone in future years 
Will pass this way again, 
Who may reflect on what we saw, 
And write down some refrain. 

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Fr. Christ said “I am the living bread that came down from heaven...

If anyone eats this bread

He will live forever

Who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, abides in Me and I in him"

Essential signs of Eucharistic Sacrament are wheat bread and grape wine

Communion with the Body and Blood of Fr. Christ increases the communicant’s union 
with the Lord God.

Receiving this sacrament strengthens the bonds of charity between the communicant and Fr. Christ

It also reinforces the unity of the Church as the mystical Body of Fr. Christ

The Church recommends the faithful to receive the Holy Communion at least once a year.

Fr. Christ Himself is present in the sacrament of the altar

He is to be honored with the worship adoration

To visit the Blessed Sacrament is a proof of gratitude

Expression of love

Duty of adoration toward Fr. Christ, Jesus our Lord

Written 09182012

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Death Shall Nay Be Here

Death shall nay be here again
With the spark of light diminishing
When comes time to cross the tide
I curse that which lingers still

With the spark of light diminishing
When evening falls, there will I hide
I curse that which lingers still
Fallen love sprang from despair

When evening falls, there will I hide
Refusing the work of devil’s pride
Fallen love sprang from despair
That was broken once, in twain

Refusing the work of devil’s pride
To clutch my heart in pain
That was broken once, in twain
The feelings posturing their ways

To clutch my heart in pain
When comes time to cross the tide
The feelings posturing their ways
Death shall nay be here again

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Sacrament of Baptism

The day of Pentecost, Church celebrated
Administered Holy Baptism
St. Peter declares
“Repent and be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of sins and receive the gift of the Holy Spirit”

The apostles offer baptism to anyone who believed in Fr. Christ Jesus
You will be saved
You and your household
St. Paul declared to his baptized and with all his family

Baptism is birth into the new life in Fr. Christ Jesus
In accordance with Lord God’s will
It is necessary for salvation
As the Church herself, we enter by Baptism

Baptismal grace includes forgiveness of original sin
Birth to a new life by man becomes an adopted son of the Father
A member of Fr. Christ
A temple of the Holy Spirit

Those who die for faith
 All those without knowing the Church under the inspiration of grace
Seek God sincerely, strive to fulfill his will
Can be saved even if they have not been baptize

With respect to children who have died without baptism
The Church invites us to trust in God’s mercy
The angel of Lord God said
The babies are safe in heaven

Written 09172012

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To become great and be on top
You have to work hard and be zealous
to be able to dine with great personality
and become a hero

Humble yourself in all ways
and the Lord will uplift you
you learn more and become wiser

Love people the way you love yourself
Be kind and show love always
Remove hatred from your book
Avoid bitter jealousy and refrain from wickedness

                 Self denial
Denial yourself  of too much worldly things
like excessive sex,booze and extravagant living
Waist pain,STDs and rapid aging are  inherent

Show care and affection to the indigents
care for the needy
And they will look up to you and follow you
They will offer prayers to the LORD on your behalf

Have faith and believe in yourself
that you can make it and work towards it
Little faith can move mountains.

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Iris of Poetry

Introduction: We don't really think deep enough about "What A Poetry Actually Is", the
obvious question which we all know but don't think how to really elaborate on. We mostly
see the story, depth and the purpose it delivers. Well, here's one a little bit different
this time...

Poetry is the reflection of our lives like in the mirror,
It is something we can relate to and share.
It's our memories written in jumbled words,
It's like a song, with a meaning it holds.

A mere idea of our mystical lives,
Expressed in a way from deep inside
A way which only the heart can see,
A place where the eyes get cold-feet

The earnest truth and the sweetest lies,
It's all the irony that makes poetry so alive.

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buzz buzz

buzz buzz 
sun rise
down the dark night 
up the blue sky

dress in blues
red tie 
brown belt and shoes

stairway to streetway
into the deep crowds of many
misters and misses 
on their way
to somewhere 
to prey 
on each other

till the end of day 
and darkness 
once again
and again
to rest 

buzz buzz
and up the blue sky

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And Here is the News

On top of the hour
Tens of thousands of people
Talk to microphones.

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Spirit of Horse and Man

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

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Standing at a crossroads

Standing at the  crossroads of life
I wonder which path I will take
The one that makes life easy
Or the one to happiness.

The easy path will take me to
A life of ease and riches
Where work conditions are perfect
Making life  go without hitches

The path to happiness is paved
With heartache along the way
But when you get to the end  of the journey
Your heart with be wanting to stay

So i stand and wonder And wait
Knowing that i will be shown the way

The path to easy living
Is to work in a hospital near by
Have satisfaction in my work
But I would be living a lie

The path  that leads to  happiness
Will take me far away, to  a poor country
Where the women need my help as a midwife
Where many  babies an mums now die 

I will run the gauntlet of many men
Who class women as lower than  cattle
Not having  help in an way so they die
I know i will have to battle.

To set up a clinic where i can help
Give advice  on keeping things clean
Helping the health of the starving
Showing where to begin.

Be their midwife when needed
For now so many more die than live
When complications arise
But with  help from above they'll survive

My head and heart are in conflict
My family say don't depart
But I have to live with my self
Follow whats in my heart

So I have  bought a  ticket
To foreign soil i must go
If i only help just a few
I will have tried thats all I know.

Seren Roberts

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Black Coffee Mug: Red Wheelbarrow

So much depends

a black coffee 

faded with use

into the faces
of us all

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Nepotism's Only Kin Deep

Chip off the old block;
        It runs in the family.
This all needs to stop
        In our meritocracy.

Titles through ages;
        A generation’s game.
Lordships by bloodline,
        Some things need to change.

Birth won’t denote skill;
        It keeps people out.
Mobility’s lost
        When money they flout.

James Caan can shove it,
        And let workers in.
Nobles move over,
        Let our time begin. 

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When Dentist Calls

             When Dentist Calls

Clear white tiny whirring brook spirals porcelain down
Monitored through forest of sharp hard objects
In a glare of concentrated artificial brightness
Stark forms, silver entities, probe my thoughts
Through my tooth roots to get to the truth
There are still more things to come
Dentist and assistant fill my mouth with wisdom and cotton
Where my Marlon Brando Godfather impression takes place
Along with x-rays of a few bad teeth acting up or acting out a scene
My mouth becomes that void, that black hole
With which a need to fill it
With everything in the cosmos, becomes apparent
Apparatuses, appendages, products from unknown Asian markets
Go in and disappear
Dentist looks satisfied with his new creation
The interrogation begins
I blink my approval as the needles go in.
My tongue is the first to stray into slurs as doctor quips,
“And gargle please and spit!”  “That’s it!”  “Open big!” “Tell me everything!”
I remembered a story as a boy
As my mouth and face melt away
And the whirring spirals porcelain down to dentists call 

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Poetic Toxins

I write what I know, and know what I write.
I travel through time, every rhyme with might.
Ruminating the past; its wrongs and its rights.
Any time of the day, and any darkness of night.

I pen history and its future, as small as it seems,
Inking a mission, my pen shadows my dreams.
I engrave bits of pain, through every extreme.
Inscribing a passion, my script and its regime.

My pen is much mightier, than an army indeed,
it slashes its victims with a whimsical need.
It destroys its targets, planting a poetic seed.
It preys on cruelty, and the abusive it feeds.

Feeding a toxic dose, of words and rhymes,
serving a deadly concoction of ink in time.
For the tongue is more lethal in words of rhyme,
the triumphant work of a poet; yours and mine.

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Harbor Town Man

Carved from pine
Rugged, but divine
Even-though from an earlier time

Resolute face
Weathered and without grace
Red and blushed
Sunburned or whiskey flushed?

Long coat open and flowing
Every work inspired wrinkle is showing
Brown and down to knees
For a harbor town man, if you please.

Hands in pocket of baggy pants
Taking a job well done stance
Red sweater takes away the chill
Insulation to keep from getting ill

Upon his head lies newsboy style cap of blue
While he peers at his town’s ocean view
He will not walk away
A harbor town man he’ll stay

By: Richard J. Long
February, 2012

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The Man at Work

I see the man at work 
More often than I see 
My wife. 

I've spoken more with 
Him than with any 
Other soul throughout 
My life. 

Five times fifty two 
Times thirty six 
Minus holiday and 
Sickness is the number 
Of times we've said 
Good morning and 

Fifty two times thirty 
Six, a cheery Friday 
Weekend wish and 
Mournful Monday 
Morning 'Hi'. 

I've seen him urinate 
A million times. 
Watched him sip 
His caffeinated drinks -
We fetch them for 
Each other - one day it's 
His turn then it's mine. 

A thousand nights 
We've journeyed to the 
Office pub for office 
Drinks.  He used to 
Bore us with his, 
Business banter, ten 
Years on resorts to 
Forty winks. 

For several years 
We car-shared, passed 
The sleepy mornings 
Cursing traffic, health 
And weather.  Then we 
Lost our taste for words 
And found commutes 
In silence better. 

And every day I loathed 
Him more and longed 
To tell him so and would 
Have done it but for fear 
Of his humiliation. 

So I struck a balance. 
Kept my distance. 
Ignored his weekend 
Invitations but smiled 
And nodded at his 
Prattish conversations. 

Now we are retired. 
Yet still he phones 
And breathes the same 
Old routine jargon down 
The line; so we chatter 
And we pause and 
Reminisce about our 
Working office lives 
That buzzed a bit 
At times although they 
Gave no special 
Or reward. 

He says I was the only person 
In the office who didn't drive 
Him round the bend. 

He's pleased we made 
It through, still friends.

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A step, a fall
I rise to fly.
A sit, asleep
I wake to work.

I fly to heights unseen
Uphigh, that low.
I work ernestly
So hard, un-noticed.

All I do,
All I give.
Almighty I for-seek.

So I seek and found;

A step, a fall
Hope, He besieges upon me 
with each breath taken.

I rise to fly
For He is my Strenght.

A sit, asleep
In His hands my burdens I leave
His laps my comfort.

I wake to work
For His Grace abounds.

I fly to heights unseen
On His wings I soar.

Uphigh, that low
My upsets He trends to propel 
I work ernestly
Only He rewards my real wage.

So hard, un-noticed
His consent is more than 

All I do,
All I give.
Almighty I found.

©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah

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Our secret pact

 Written on 7th may 2012

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Dead to the World

Dead to the World…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Details | Haiku | |

Being in the servitude of others

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

Details | Rhyme | |

Birthday Celebration

A birthday is a celebration of years past
A celebration of another year being you
A celebration of the person we want to last
A celebration of the things to come a new

I can celebrate just meeting you
I can celebrate that captivating smile
I can celebrate the thought of the future too
I can celebrate just thinking of you for a while.

Do take the day celebrating the person you are
Don’t work at home, cleaning, or folding
Don’t cook dinner or work in the yard
Do have fun with your family and watch what God is molding.

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The Titanic Saved My Life

Muscles bulging, sinews stretched, I know this ship inside out. Every rivet I have pounded is to help me to get out. This ship is new and will take me, to a life I am desperate for I hope we sail before the police come knocking at my door. I am free we have sailed, some of us to work on board the ship To keep an eye and maintain every shiny new little bit. I can breath they had missed me, I had made my escape No one could get me now the noose would not be my fate. This ship is huge, a floating city Titanic is her name. The guests aboard are rich and famous, but I’m not part of that game. I keep my head down, a few more days then I can start to live A life in New York I couldn’t wait, there is now no need to forgive. I felt a tremor, just a vibration, weird but not to worry Look at the faces of the black gang here, they are in no hurry. There is an order the ship is to turn, I can feel it but it is slow. On deck when I reach there, it looks as though there’s been snow. It’s now gone mid-night Aril Fifteen, things have gone from bad to worse I know that we are sinking, I really want to curse. I escaped the murder of my wife, who I found with other men I’ve taken another life and false name, to be on this ship again. I want to start a new life where no one looks for me. Now it looks like it will end, at the bottom of this freezing black sea. I crawl and scramble, with the rest gates are locked this cannot be Even the passengers are stuck; never mind the likes of me. I spy a life boat lowering, no one on board that I can see I take a leap into it, I pray I don’t miss and hit the sea. There’s a shout and shot as someone yells for me to leave Try and get me out, you’ll stand no chance; it will be for you that they grieve. The roar of this monster ship the cries and screams of all, The prow long gone under the aft raised high and then the aft does fall. The power of the sea is awesome as she devours this mighty ship The suction then the backwash, takes hold with a deathly grip She’s gone; the screams are dying down as the people sleep in death I pull aboard the living, my muscles weakening with every breath. The cold penetrates my brain but I work on endlessly Pulling the living and the dead; from this icebound deadly sea. We are rescued by the Carpathia, as she plucked us from our boat Blankets and food are handed out; someone wraps me in a coat. I am one of the survivors of that fateful night so long ago Running from killing my wife and her lover, but what face’s me I do not know.

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Daddy's Little Girl

Ballerina’d beauty…
She was always on beat and the most fluent mover. Never hesitant to step out onto her linoleum playground, Letting the stage lights beam down at her like sunshine, only refracting rays to intensify her lime light see she… was a dancer. &no I’m not talking about ya everyday tutu wearing mannequin. This one was special. The music was a part of her, she found a rhythm in every void and a tune in all speeches, it could only, flow thru her mind like water through the globe, more than she runs through my thoughts, like the way those greens slips of sustenance fell to the ground as she worked her pole. 
Tragic ending to the perfect fairytale. 
Mommy and Daddy had her dancing at six and in and out of auditions, wishing for her dreams to be realized unlike her own. Praying that her daughter could be somebody important, the next best thing since Broadway, better than Dejan Tubic, another Janelle Ginestra, but daddy had a sweet spot for his youngin. Wanting more for an innocent life and only turned her out of a fantasy. Pushing her on with the hopes only fools in the Ghetto would believe. Graduation day, she crashed hard, spinning back into reality. With no way to pay for her Julliard dream, a fistful of issues, and not a pot to piss in. She was strolling the block one night, and, heard music. Got sucked into the charisma of a strip joint. One second she was on the corner, everything goes black and when she comes to… she’s bare, with enough ones to get a place and put some food in her belly. That night she looked in the mirror… breaking down crying… all the dreams she had, crushed by the nimble fingers of fate. She doesn’t pity herself for long. Her mind’s already made up. “Gotta do this for me…” She rests, and the next day she finds herself back to the club to make more ones and satisfy more customers. It wasn’t the life she chose, but it’s one she’ll never regret, cause always had that sweet spot for her in el Corazon.. and she’ll always be, Daddy’s Little Girl.

Details | Senryu | |

The Rush Job

emergency room such doctoral confusion medication goof © Joseph, 4/20/08 © All Rights Reserved

Details | Free verse | |

Build up

Continue to push me further,
Force my vision into a raging blur,

Inevitably consumed by the vengeful fire,
Despising you with my every fiber,

Assuming me to be your personal jester for your entertainment,
With such cynical thoughts you would have me in containment,

One day you'll see the abandoned hat on the ground,
You'll search but your jester wont be found,

Till the hour you're sentenced for your heinous crimes,
Until that day I'll bide my time.

Details | Haiku | |

Free Labor for China

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

Details | Rhyme | |


Never forget what you have
Your home is your haven and to let your hair down
The love of your home, its the place to be
With the love of all of your family
Home is truly where the heart is
Remember that the work day is done
Never bring home the toils from the day
Relax and have fun that is the way!
When you walk in the door you will see
The smiling faces of your family
Kiss them hello and have a good night 
Be aware that the home you have worked so hard for
Is the place to rest and relax and say
I have done all I can for this day is done its with the
Family, wow I am sure gonna have some fun!

Details | Haiku | |

Wheeler Dealer

He buys and sells all, but says no to Satan 'cause his soul is nailed down.

Details | Couplet | |

My heartfelt thanks to a fascinating person I did not know contest

Was in1967 that this wonderful man
Performed an operation that no one else can.

Because of this man my heart can be healed
My undying gratitude is surely signed and sealed.

His work has helped  hundreds of sufferers
To  lead a near normal life  of many years.

To this man I raise my glass, been thinking very hard
How do you say thank you, to Dr Christian Barnard.

Your expertise has been shown and taught in distant parts
Now surgeons  have the knowledge to mend such broken hearts .

When he retired from this work his planned to end his days
Living in Austria to wind down, relax and golf to play

Whilst on holiday in Paphos after he had retired
Died at the poolside  of a heart attack, a good life expired.

Dedicated to Dr Christian Barnard, the man whom in South Africa  carried out the first human  to human heart transplant..

Details | Sonnet | |

My Friend The Piano

You carried my emotions from the start
Each emotion bound in the small black note
Each one coming straight from my chilly heart
The music you make is my antidote
Through the preludes my comfort softly lay
By way of mazurkas my soul does fly
But to divulge you must learn how to play
Although learning is not a piece of pie
Piano brings emotions around town
You have the power to bring my heart up
Or throw me on the floor and beat me down
There are hard times when I just want to cup
My hands in my face and rock back and forth
And think Piano is a friend of worth	

Details | Rhyme | |

I once saw two ants

I once saw two little ants
one in front and one in back
carrying on a small dance.
For the front ant was quick
as they carried a beetle load
often the back would slip.
Racing to the front from behind
the back spoke to front in excited terms
giving a piece of his ant's mind.
Cooperation is what gets job done,
gets the meal home,across this driveway, 
out of this hot sun.
So learned from little ants
when I looked at life's little items
and I saw little ant's dance.

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The Early Morning Bird

He is always awake before dawn
At four of five in the morn
For what is there to gain in long sleep
Except into pain and poverty leap?

And before all, he gives forth a worthy praise
To his Creator and Giver of days
For not to worship he knows not why
Whether times are low or tides are high.

And with the prospect of rising rays
He begins to plan where to walk his ways
How to work his job a darling deal
And make his day a perfect seal.

And there he is, in the forest and field
To walk, to work and to wield
To play his ploy a trap to form
So he may catch the wonderful worm.

And there he is, serious and set
Hoping to win his bounteous bet
Though he may not go with a greatest grain
He is always there tomorrow to try again.

He calls his helper who sometimes helps
Carry meal for children for they don’t serve selves
They eat and thank God, and then rejoice
And share in love and warmth of their days.

And back home he gets always before dusk
For what is there to see in darkness, if he may ask?
That is that, of the early morning bird
He finds food for wife and child, and gives them good guard.


Details | Rhyme | |

Our QT Savior

In the cold of the morn with a crisp cloudy day…
A flat tire assailed a young girl, as she went on her way.
Young and full of life but definitely overwhelmed…
She was late for work and her husband had just nearly died.
She sat in her car, sniffling, worrying, and crying some wails.
She’d never changed a tire, a young husband always there.
But hurt he’d become, and in the hospital now remained…
It was up to her, suddenly alone, to make things right again.
She fretfully tried AAA but the wrong number was wrung…
Till Old Granny Goodness appeared with hope, and some fun.
She quickly got her out of the car, and found everything there.
Explaining what to do, Granny decided to entertain with flair.
Together they’d use a spare tire to fix that rickety old car.
They figured out the jack and successfully lifted the car.
But lug nuts are hard and need strength to unleash…
So granny fussed and she bug-tussled but never gave up
Till the young girl laughing, knew what she must do herself… 
Grabbing deep into her courage, she ran into the QT for help.
Sure enough, a worker volunteered to help that sweet young thing out.
And the lug nuts came off lickety-split with laughter on top.
The young man was gracious, and ever so kind and…
Yes, he finished the job with his best smile and in record time
And of course he helped put everything away, too, you can bet…
He even helped Old Granny Goodness up off the ground where she sat.
Then with a salute and fare thee well, he went back inside…
While Old Granny Goodness, and the girl put air in the tires.
By now the girl was the lead in the work as she smiled and laughed…
She was empowered; you know… there’s nothing wrong with that.
Yes, the world was saved as all found their way home, with a wink, at last.
Yes, with gratitude, a hug, and a smile… many a way can be found again.

Contest:Write me a Happy Poem 10-31-2011 CSEastman

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Nine Days Off

High fives.
Jive talkin'.
I get off at five.

Five is dark these days,
thriving is scarcer and

Deprivation has lots of syllables.
So many that it distracts from contemptible
WAIT!  That sounds judgmental.

I don't want to sound that way.

So I will make my way.
Hope somebody's god grants me

Details | Haiku | |

Geisha's smile

Geisha  always smile
She don't have the money to cry

Details | Free verse | |

From her Cocoon

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Passion Fruit Juice

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

Details | Free verse | |

When a Factory Closes

once again, it is done.
and Dread abounds.
i must re-prepare, they say
and crawl beyond Familiar Words
to make a Home again
for a little while.

and say goodbye 
to just-rooted friendships.
i must re-acquaint, they say
and crawl beyond Familiar People
to make a Home again
for a little while.

always they smile in indifference
and offer up token strategies
as the town shutters-up beneath them
and the graveyards go abandoned.

now, once again, i stand before the world
within the full measure of my Isolation.
a cacophony of Choice.
yet i hear Nothing.

Details | Burlesque | |

A Matter Of Hate

From    black-board    to    projectors,
the   education   system    has   never    been    diaphanous.
Everything   has   changed    with    brevity,
still    it    remains    detrimental   to   the   knowledge   society.

Being  a    denizen   to   the   library,  come   across   a   lot   many   books
Seldom ,  i    am   agaped   to    see    good    ones   never   issued.
The   book- worm   students   are   omnipresent
However,  low    cognizance    won’t    make    them   complacent.
Desultory   transactions    lead   only   to   poor   denouments
Earth -  worm     teachers   are    the   true   social   rodents.

Doctors   need    memorising   tricks , engineers    do    need    the    same
Ministers   need    criminal   record   and     saints     like ...  need   to  shame.
Originality    has   lost   it’s     credentials   and    xerox    at   it’s    peak
Marks    are    over – emphasized    engulfed   with   the    knowledge – leak.

Didactic   achievers   don’t    serve    their   country
They   feel    better   to    opt   out   of    this    unholy    treachery.
Demagogues   rule    the   roost    in   decision   making,
Playing   with   our   future   through    delusive    risk –taking.
Their   deranged    behaviour    denigrates   the    country’s   status
Still   every   word    they     utter   is   given   high   impetus.

Concave   curriculum ,    blighted   minds
Our   education   system   is    the   worst   of   it’s   own   kind.
Efficient   cheating   and    mal- practice   makes    a   man   great
Hard -  work    and    sincerity    makes   a    matter   of   hate.

Details | Haiku | |


Tick, cross, tick, tick, tick
Scribble, underline, circle
Tick, tick, tick, tick. Sigh.

Details | Prose Poetry | |


Inches make feet without inches there is no foot without beginnings there is no work without measure there is no dearth without a ruler there is no worth there must be rules and there are rules but eye will let them all apply to them my enemies at work and never eye. The horse runs well it has a heart so then they fill syringes from the start to inject the muscles of the neck to make the beast faster than the wind oh heck the animal is dead it never hit the ground but flew too fast and lost the race and life. Desert life is winterless but not without some weather life the sun is always shading and the water is found in sub altern placing near the animals for killing under the ledge of apprehension near the fire of desperation comes the frog and toad and watercrest nut sandwiches. Eye had been to the desert on a horse with no namme it felt good to be out of the rain. Voices come out at me from the air into mye membrain eye call it Disraeli musick it is usually someone in the area with a boom box or even cars with the windows rolled down can be the culprits they hound me when eye am hicking place to place. There is other answers to the crazxy place eye hear noises mad mostly by people in the other cubicles the walls are just invisible the talking is allowed. The thief cannot sneak in sneakers they squeak like he is sweating in his shoe laces. This brings me to mye priority eye. The reason that no one wants to be a Detective is the movies the guy may have had DAMES by the score but he had fights and was so sore the men were ruthless and left him spinning on the side of every road. The streets of New Nuevo York has gum shoe on them. The American idea of Indians and wampum has brought us to the test of food in rest or rants of foreign style they smile and bring the menu back to make certain that the orders write the man has pointed several times at five bills a whack. One from Column A and 2 from Column B brings us to a bill of $23. Well eye wanted some meat too but you are so expansive. Rice and curry hot mustard radishes. Try finding food in the summer time how careful now that eye a homeless one should be then tossing caution to the winding blowing wind when it seems only wrapped so tightly to keep flies at night away. To feed myself is easy to offer some to others almost impossible a few times eye have asked to share they slide that nostril in the air and leave the food to the one that found it in the lair of tossed and discarded things the general city the loose leaf cabbage so nicely adds a bite to the membrain of mye priority eye. 

Details | I do not know? | |


Many speak of courage and the dragons that they meet

But what of the dragon within, deep within the deep

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

No flames bursting from its maw

Instead a song so captivating it lulls you to sleep

All other dragons are scales in its hide

One must enter its lair alone and bow at its feet

You must respect its power before you draw your sword

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

Mustering this kind of courage is no easy feat

By killing the dragon you also kill yourself

You are reborn in the womb of wombs

You awake to the world humbled and renewed

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

Details | Tail-rhyme | |

Enabling Failure

Annoying, these crises of goals,
ending with sweet words which consoles,
although a punch could do.
So let us stuff them full of sweet,
until they can’t stand on their feet.
Watch as their plans fall through.

Details | I do not know? | |


In the several centuries 
Before the coming of Christ
The Jews in Palestine re-examined 
Eliminated some of the books 

From existing collection
As not in harmony with the Law of Moses as 
Of doubtful inspiration
The Pharisees set up four criteria 

Which their sacred 
Books had to pass 
In order to be included 
In the revised Jewish Canon

(1)	They had to be in harmony with the Pentateuch (Torah or Law)

(2)	They had to be written before the time of Ezra

(3)	They had to be written in Hebrew

(4)	They had to have been written in Palestine

Details | Rhyme | |


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

Details | Dramatic monologue | |


And fifty paces I took, And moved a little ground ahead-- Only to see two paths before me-- So doubtful, on which to tread... I sat awhile, to rest and see, Cursing this life of work and pain: My eyes fell first on one of the roads, Next upon the other lane... Uncertain and perplexed I was, For one was smooth--the other bra'en; One called me on comfortingly, The other prompted further pain; This had the sight of a mount in the dist, That led to fog and mist... Thus I sat, but thus, Much I couldn't think nor do, When all askance, I saw approach Fairest of the fair, maidens two: One spake before another And this she had to say: ''O noble youth, come hold my hand, I'll lead you on your way... No longer bowed-down with toil Wilt thou be and live in ease: A day-dream of gladness life will be-- No more pains to tease...'' ''I have no promise'', said the other, ''Of such fancies or zest, As this path I'll lead you on, Should put your strength to test; I shall not promise pleasures to you, Nor a hope of mirthful rejoice: You'll need to carve a path in life-- With labour, your sole choice. But, I assure, I'll 'company you To the Blue Mount yonder you see... Come, take my hand, I'll take you far To the Mountain of eternal Glory..'' A while, I stood to consider That I had just heard, ''Tell me'', said I, ''What'd be thy names?'' (I craved a Truth beyond all word) ''I am Labour--they call me Virtue'' (I saw her countenance pure) ''I am Lust, or Pleasure, they say''-- A bewitching smile she wore-- And clear in mind, I grabbed the hand, ''I'll be thine, Virtue'', I said, ''Lead me away--on the forbidding aisle Upon which, now I choose to tread..''

Details | Carpe Diem | |

A Timeless Sleep

I remember when I was small and life was simple,
When you got what you wanted by flashing your dimples,
When the homework was what’s two plus two,
When the hardest thing was tying your shoe,
When the most boring thing was when naptime came around,
When you would get in trouble for the smallest of sounds.

But know things aren’t quite a simple,
Not an inch of your face found without a pimple,
Now the homework is Trig and Biology,
Piling it on, no emotion, yielding to no plea,
It’s not just tying them; the shoes have to look nice too,
You have to know what’s it, whether it pink, red, or blue,
Now if only I could find a good position to sleep,
In this pile of homework that has become shoulder deep.

And here we are again nearly 50 years later,
Things still not being too much greater,
Past all the times when we though our lives where tough,
Living in the time where our heir is gray and skin is tough,
Still where the cloths you wore as a kid,
And the kids now where what your parents always did.

You realize that you are the homework now,
What happened 9/11, who did it, why and how,
You squint your eyes, wishing the light was dim,
It’s not the pimples now; it’s the wrinkles that replaced them,
Know you’re ready for that nap taken so many times before,
So you lie back in your chair and lean your head towards the floor…

Details | Alliteration | |

No Title

My bed is anxious,waiting for my snores Today's going to bed, tomorrow's a few steps ahead I wonder why I took "the" pen I feel like putting them down What? My thoughts What am I inking? Nothing! Exactly! Just wanna scratch my itchy paper with my juicy ink Singers? Go sing... Comedians? Go do comedy... Others? What's your "itchy paper?" Have you applied your "ink?" Be good at what you do Love what you do Practice... Go scratch it!

Details | Rhyme | |

Nation of death

The death nation
Made  for the fear a new sensation
No words, no talks , no negotiation
Well seeing is believing
Heaven  is our motivation
Yesterday it was asleep
Today nothing is gonna keep
The death nation
Rising above every situation
A nation who loves death , it's not any more a myth

Details | Rhyme | |

What's Happening to Marriages Today

What’s Happening to Marriages Today?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton    

Details | Free verse | |

another very colorful day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

that helped me to get through
another very colorful day

Details | Couplet | |

Rat Race

Today’s world keeps moving at such a fast pace,
Is it surprising that life has become nothing more than a rat race.

Most days seem to be a struggle to survive,
But there really is something more than just nine to five.

Details | Didactic | |

Sexual Employee

            Sexual Employee

It clocked in at 7:02 am
No orifice in sight
Placed the time card in a slot
Made its way to a metallic table
Blank white paper on the top
#2 lead pencil, covered yellow, appeared 
One hour later the employee began to draw
At the center of the paper starting at point “A”
A thin line was drawn from there to point “B’ on the page
Horizontal, naturally
Below that, one hour later, another line was formed
Starting at point “C” 
It too was a thin line drawn and continued on to point “D”
Horizontally, of course (the two lines never intersected)
Vertical lines could only be drawn on Fridays
Diagonals were not permitted
They were perverse and went against the laws of nature
The employee had no discernible features worth mentioning
But, it does come to work each day though
With two buttons built or installed into its side 
It rolled over to the clock at 4:02 pm and punched out
Placed the time card in a designated slot and left
Went home with the push buttons still installed
One red.  One green.  Always the same
We never questioned
It is not our job  

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Mortgage Dues Blues

It's been a  rough week   on the   assembly line.
I've been   workin' hard   workin'    over time.

My hands    are scarred   my body  is achin'
Not much     to see on     the pay   I'm makin'

Just a          simple man    on the    working road,
Ridin' life      just to carry   my share   of the load

But when the bills come down and the truth comes out,
I simply wonder what working hard for a dime is all about.
Taxes and health care what is wrong with being paid in cash,
Why does everyone else take, when I'm the one busting my ass.
Mortgage man says it's going to take more to pay my property,
I'd have it paid off years ago if the late payments didn't get me.

It's been a  drop down   turned around life   I live
Workin' hard   givin' all   that's the way   that I give.

Truth is  I wouldn't     change a damn thing   I've got.
Because    I've earned  it and that's    what life's about.

Just a   simple man  with a  great big  job to do.
Supporting   America  and I hope   my family too.

date October 27, 2014

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The Weeds Among the Wheat

(Saints & Sinners in the Church / God's Patience with Sinners / Final Judgment
MT 13:24-30, 36-43)

He proposed another parable to them
"The kingdom of heaven may be likened to a man who sowed good seed in his field

 While everyone was asleep his enemy came 
sowed weeds all through the wheat then went off. 

When the crop grew and bore fruit, the weeds appeared as well 

The laves of the householder came to him and said, 
'Master, did you not sow good seed in your field? Where have the weeds come from?' 

He answered, 'An enemy has done this.' His slaves said to him, 'Do you want us to go and pull them up?' 
He replied, 'No, if you pull up the weeds you might uproot the wheat along with them. Let them grow together until harvest; 

Then at harvest time I will say to the harvesters 
"First collect the weeds and tie them in bundles for burning; but gather the wheat into my barn." 

"He who sows good seed is the Son of Man, the field is the world, the good seed the children of the kingdom. 
The weeds are the children of the evil one, and the enemy who sows them is the devil. 

The harvest is the end of the age, and the harvesters are angels. 
Just as weeds are collected and burned (up) with fire, so will it be at the end of the age. 

The Son of Man will send his angels, and they will collect out of his kingdom all who cause others to sin and all evildoers. 

They will throw them into the fiery furnace, where there will be wailing and grinding of teeth. 
Then the righteous will shine like the sun in the kingdom of their Father. 

Whoever has ears ought to hear." (Taken from MT 13:24-30, 37-43)

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OF WORDS..........

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Rain falls from dark clouds
Making the grass grow faster
I just hate mowing

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Do You Get Involved With Gossip And Slander

Do You Often Get Involved In Gossip And Slander?

Do you find yourself letting your tongue “wander.”
And often, get involved in gossip and slander?

Do you find yourself wanting to hear “the latest conversation.”
By what others are saying, or just by “observation?”

Do you find yourself trying to “mediate other’s discussions?”
Not really thinking of the consequences or “repercussions?

Before you speak, think about what you’re saying!
Perhaps you should be quiet and start some PRAYING!

There’s a lot of sin in this world and 
“people not getting along.”
We must be careful and not put our tongue 
“where it doesn’t belong!”

God gave us a command and you can find it in his word.
Any kind of gossip or slander shouldn’t be found or heard!

I have found myself guilty of doing this more than I realize...
I need to be careful not to get caught
“in distortion and lies.”

I need to ask the Holy Spirit to watch my mouth and “cover it.”
May the love and sweetness of Christ daily “empower it!”

May I seek the best no matter whatever others are doing!
May the words of God strengthen me with a “HIS  renewing!”

May the Lord Jesus begin to teach me how to speak…
Wholesome and lovely words each day of the week!

May the joy of Jesus in my heart be daily found…
So that his words of life through
 my lips will abound!

By Jim Pemberton

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The Wonderful Lens

A number of tasks to handle,
and not even a space left to enjoy,
as the work needs to be completed,
as fast as it can be done,
in spite of the hard work,
we do daily,
we do need some respite, 
and these could be done,
in a number of ways,
by walking,
or jogging
or by watching television,
or by watching films,
in the multiplexes,
those which lie in every nook and corner of the street,
but some derive pleasure,
through travelling, 
others by travelling through the forests,
accompanied by a special companion,
some large and some small,
known as the camera,
taking a step at a time,
as silently as possible,
as to not to wake up the wild living in here,
by capturing the photos of these lovely creatures,
living in here,
some of the these wonderful creatures are seen,
roaming as freely as possible in the wild,
look how carefree they are,
but their ears are opened quite wide,
to heed for any danger,
heading their way,
it’s time for me to return home,
from the wild,
as it is time for me to deliver,
these photos to my manager,
as this has been my job,
for which I do get paid for,
to look after my family,
I do need to hurry,
as I do not travel by four wheelers,
or two wheelers,
as the pollution created by these,
could endanger the wild living in here,
I do travel far and wide,
with my bicycle,
for all the work I do, 
and I do not mind this,
as my love for the wild,
exceeds boundaries forever!!

From:-Mr. Manu Nair.

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Unzipped Lips

Part 1
1958 (Introduction to employment)

         Often I drift back to the days, where it all began. To feel again
the sharp brisk morning air against my inferior nakedness,
whilst sprightly making my way down school lane, towards the local builder’s yard,
to earn my weekly pittance!
here where the first day ritual, of one’s treatment an introduction to.
“Left handed screw drivers, buckets of steam,
(and don’t forget the lid,)
sky hooks for the innovative amongst us;
and grease around the balls ‘had they been quick enough!’”
My last day of education, teacher said I was a hopeless case,
 the picture they drew for me, was one of depression.
“Curriculum vitae” none existent buried deep within my soul.
“God! What I’d give to be a footballer.”
(“Newcastle United” Laid heavy on my mind.)
Yet!  Who was there to help me? Why this constant inability to learn when
no one spent the time to coax, or simply understand, and encourage,
while indoctrination imprinted from many years past, handed down through
generation to generation, taught one that,
“Hard work never hurt anyone.”
(“It bloody killed my father!”)
Employment a new world, the master’s menu
now activated upon an innocent ego, waiting to be stirred, by the privileged.
To confuse the gullible “Master” moves in many devious ways, to coerce one to believe in
a system that spawns tyranny! “These Rams of society” Manipulators all, whose ecstasies 
of sweet moments are drawn from the cries of menial men, those whom when on his morning tour of the works, doff their caps, as one would when Pharaoh entered the room, therefore destined to wander aimlessly, within each corporation statutory limits. 
It was here an introduction to the red power, born from ideological ideals,
collective thoughts being their strength, leaving individuality as a nonentity, and a friendly threat that left me cold inside.
Yes! It is this system I grew to despise so much, yet kindled by England’s very own
“Twin seeds of learning.”

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Life is a choice that each of us makes.
We can choose what we wish to be.
At first parents guide us along an old road,
Then it forks and at last we are free,

To make our own choices and be our own man,
The decision at last is our own.
As long as we hurt no one but ourselves,
We can do as we like 'cause we're grown;

But soon we will learn to our shock and dismay,
That each choice we make has a price.
Whate'er you dish out to your brothers, my friend,
Comes right back to you times thrice.

In nature God shows us all how to get by.
Those who work and store up have it best.
Those who can't be bothered to work and to save,
Will starve come the hard Winter's test;

For life is a journey of good times and bad.
There's much to be learned 'long the road.
Each man is blessed according to plan,
And we each must carry our load.

We learn to be patient, we learn to be kind,
We learn to accept God's will.
We learn to discern which fork in the road,
Leads to life and which fork will kill;

And finally we learn the one fact of life,
Most important if we are to live.
All of life's riches will all slip away,
Like sand through the holes in a sieve.

All thaat remains is what we leave behind,
Who remembers and what they will think.
Will our mem'ry be sweet to family and friends,
Or will they turn away 'cause it stinks.

                                                          Judy Ball

The Bible tells us:
You reap what ever you sow.
So if you sow thorns and thistles don't expect to get cherries.

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A Ballade of Beseeching

As I was washing the dishes last week
I looked outside my windowpane.
Snow-filled land and winter bleak,
I see a moose—how inane!
Thinking I must be going insane, 
Or perhaps something of a retard,
I asked many but the answer was the same
Please get the moose out of my yard

One day within that crazy week
My husband was working in the plains
He went to a bush to take a leak
And there, staring, it was again!
He ran through the village through gasps of fright he just couldn’t retain
Now my hubbie is a lunatic, paranoid and scarred
With no fortune to his name!
Please get the moose out of my yard

Living here with seven babes on a meadow leek
Trying to keep sane
All the neighbors think me a freak
As I try to reassure and explain
And STILL the blasted animal remains
Keeping me absorbedly on-guard
He even trampled my great dane into grain!
Please get the moose out of my yard 

Dear Prince, soon King so to speak
I beseech you with utmost regard
If it so pleases I will throw you a daughter for queen
Just please—PLEASE get the moose out of my yard!

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Brain Dead

There I lay.

Remained, unchanged.
Mind numb, thoughts blank,
Only visions of snowy white project onto the black backs of my eyelids.

Was I paralyzed? Or perhaps I had reached my final destination six feet under the earth...

No. Worse...
Writer's block.

I look around me. Nothing but enclosed darkness. No windows, no doors. 
The air is thick and cold...not yet cold enough to see my breath, but just cold enough for an uncomfortable setting...the monotonous silence is deafening...

I panic, running around frantically in the chilling prison walls of my mind, screaming, clawing, kicking, hoping to somehow break through and see the light of day. 
I stop after what seems like endless useless hours of fighting. Hands bruised and drenched in stale dried blood. 

I'm sitting on the ground now. I yell into the emptiness but receive nothing in return, no echo, nothing. I yawn wildly in fear I have gone deaf...but then I hear a voice. Soft and faint, so gentle that I'm ambushed with another attack of yawns to once again reassure that the tiny whispers are more than my blank labrynthed mind playing tricks on me.

There is a light. A small light, bright and inviting. Shining through an old fashion key hole, to an old fashion door that seemed to appear from thin air.

On hands and knees I approach it with caution. I hear the innocent voice again and I pause. I take a deep breath and look into the peep hole. 

I find myself locked eyes in the reflection of the wild appearance man in my computer screen and awaken.

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

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

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

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

                                                            Judy Ball

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

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Making It Great In 2008 (part7) :Let Your Towel of Service be the Weight

it was a momentous occasion at the Lord's last meal
time for Jesus to tell His Disciples what is the real deal
the tension was thick about the table, anticipation was in the air
Jesus to reveal to His men the cross they must learn to bear
they had witnessed His power, His divine authority they had seen
time for a major announcement and all wondered what it would glean
and after all the sacrifices and after all the concessions
Jesus picks up a simple towel and then makes this confession
today I have washed your feet so you may become a part of Me
yet even though I have served you this way, 
there's one here who can't claim the victory
you might not understand My words 
nor why this task I did undertake
but to be a true disciple of God
you must let your towel of service be the weight

to be a servant to God is the first thing you must learn to do
to be humble and submissive to the One who created you
Jesus humbled Himself in the presence of His most devoted students
a lesson in life to be learned that He felt was most prudent
for in order to be a leader you must learn how to be lead
to remember from where you come from and not to develop a swelled head

the towel is the true tool in the art of being a servant
to follow your master and in life learn to be observant
to walk in the footsteps of our Lord Jesus Christ
to take up a towel and then bow down in sacrifice

you can't be focused nor consumed with attaining a title or a position
for that is not what God had in mind when He sent forth the Great Commission
you can't be so concerned about receiving some status or some rank
it's about serving God, making disciples and then giving Him all the thanks
God gave each of us a special gift that we need to utilize
a towel of service that will help us attain our eternal prize

so take up your towel of service and then go take your place
a true servant of the Master waiting on His mercy and grace
let your towel be your testimony, let your towel talk the talk
let your towel be of service and in the Spirit walk the walk
it's not about money or prestige nor fortune nor fame
it's about your towel of service and the victory you will claim
let your towel be the weight and let it be your life's resume
let it be your badge and the banner that you wear each and every day
let your towel be your emblem, let your towel of service be the weight
let it be your medal of faith in making 2008 great

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A Chance To Be Near

Pray each day for the 
chance to be near you…

Having my prayers answered
and have that chance to
be near you…

Pray that your work will
not keep you from me…

Pray that my work will
not keep me from you…

For all I want is the chance
to be near you…

This is my prayer to the
Almighty God and I
pray that he will grant
us that chance to be
near one another…

Look forward to the 
chance to be near and
close to you…

By Sandra L. Hoban

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Abandoned Soul

You step into the future
With every moment that
goes by,
Your charred and twisted soul
Doesn't question why...
All earth is yours for taking,
No other your equal, can be
You see but your bank account,
And that's your destiny,
Slicing through all human values,
As a machete' through the reeds,
You litter this sweet world,
With your selfish deeds

A soul as dark as Hershey's 
Dark chocolate, I would think
The actions that you take,
Makes the human race
seem to stink,
Yes, dear Arnie,
You have no conscience at all,
You laugh at other people,
When they take a fall

You cheat your customers,
You cheat employees too
You are the epitome
Of the shame that man can do

You left your soul somewhere
Surely it is not on this earth,
And when you finally die,
The angels will give you wide girth

How sad to betray those who
To make you such a rich man,
So you could laugh as you
cheat them,
You just don't give a damn

So A. H., enjoy your luxurious life
Someday you will face a judge,
When you pass from this life
And St. Peter will not budge,
Allowing you no entrance inside,
The devil will call for you
For payment time has come,
And it's so very overdue.

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There’s comfort in conformity,
The dry herd steps forward to give 
Filed sighs, an enormity
Of purpose, peppered like a sieve
With empty space, paraded fast
Through love and loss, to lie and live,
Splaying bones to yawn death at last,
Our time to pass, we won’t forgive.

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Never Say Die

I've thought about giving up. I thought life was just too hard.
Would you quit a high money game, just because you were dealt bad cards?
If you fell off a horse, would you think you were done and just start walking by it's side?
Would you cry and pout or get back up? Get on that horse and ride?
You may not succeed the first try, but there's always another chance.
In life, in sports, in playing games, and even in romance.
Practice makes perfect with everything in life. Work always comes along with it.
You may get frustrated but never give up. Champions would never quit it.
Do you think Michael Jordan just grabbed a ball and dunked it on his first try?
Or did he play again and again? Now it seems like he can fly.
Some are born with greatness. Others work and work to achieve.
You can do anything you want in life. All you have to do is believe!

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Sunrise and Sunset contest

                                 Driving to work on a spring day,
A masterpiece is painted with a tint of sun ray,
    On the parkway, going fast
              Colors from heaven I seem to pass,
Yellows and blues bring joy I cannot refuse,
Oranges and white, make my travels bright,
     I can taste the beginning of the dawn,
           Knowing there’s purpose for all that have been born,
Fire ignites while the world arises,
Preparing me for the days surprises,
Refreshed and awaken,
By the glory that I see,
Each layer of color
Whispers to me,
Senses are keen,
As the sky glistens and gleans,
Just another reminder that we were not made to be machines.
                        Driving home from work on a spring night,
Overwhelmed by an artist’s delight,
On the parkway, going fast
      When suddenly my heart can barely grasp,
                 Colors from God that seem to consume,
Any trace of my day that brought me gloom,
Penetrating purples, pinks and reds,
Peirce my soul, as my eyes are fed,
            If angels were finger painting,
                        The sky would be their canvas,
A gift from the divine to remind us of his bliss,
Cherry blossoms reflect the evening sky,
         As the long day says its goodbyes,
         The darkest blues of the deepest sea,
          Gently remind me that I am free.

By: Sabina Nicole

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The same

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Labor Pains

Mud is my sunscreen as the dust mingles with the sweat to form a bond that encases my shell.

I move beneath the fiery sun as my skin bakes to a golden brown.

Sweat beads on my forehead and drips from my brow like raindrops from the rooftops.

The air is thick with the heat.

Motions are slow and deliberate.

Every breath is as though it is drawn from the depths of Hell.

Oh for the shade of just one leaf.

A branch.

A tree.

A tree where I can be set free to feel a breeze.

To feel at ease.

I'd settle for just one of these.

I raise my eyes to cloudless skies
And wonder why I choose sunrise
To start my day and journey through
A heat index of one o two

Rockman  :-)

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Want to do

Written on: 7th September 2012.
Written by: Sashi.Prabhu (Zeauoxian)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Pendant of rhythm

Things fall apart
And center can not hold
Inevitable pistol must 
have hit him
Thereby makes his 
dialectic arms to fold

No healthier life wish to die
Yes we all shall swallow death
This world accepts us as traders
We must return home through our death.

Stolen by wit and historian's library 
Moved by words and all his beautiful paint
Of world, war, society and its rule
As though he knows when he will seize to faint.

There is less trouble of this world when dies 
Let who seeks lasting star hear.
Way to fruitful life is widely narrow
So let who seeks it all stays clear.

Dedicated to Nigeria 
Literary Icon:
Prof. Chinua Achebe, 
who died on 21st March, 

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More Than We Can Ask or Think (Ephesians 3:20)

We ask for mediocrity

As far as blessings

From the Father

He wants to give us

Really large things

We have a limited

Thought capacity

So we continue

To ask for less

And God wants

To give us more.

The scripture states

In Ephesians 3:20,

"Now to Him who is able,

To do exceedingly abundantly,

Above all that we ask or think,

According to the power

That works in us,"

See in Him we must

Fully trust and

We also must

Allow His power

To work in us

And we will see

The results.

We ask God

For cars, money,

Good grades,

But He not only

Wants to have

That He wants

His work to come

Out of you

And you'll be

Amazed of

What He has

For you.Things

That you never

Thought You

Could  have or

Be able to do

Will occur for

Your good work

That He placed

In you. You must

Believe that you

Have the power

That He gave

All of His true

Children in order

To enjoy the

True multi-millions

Of things He has

In store or possibly

Even more.

Be careful what

You pray for

You might just

Get it. Pray

Instead for God's

Best, because

Our mental capacity

Is limited. Keep

On living, working,

And believing in

God. You ain't seen

Nothing yet.

You may ask for

Something little

And in a wink

He'll bless you

With more than

We can ask or think.


wrote 11-8-10

"Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, 
according to the power that works in us," Ephesians 3:20

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You work all your life and you wait for that special day
That you can retire, and dance the night away.
Anxiety and tension building Up in your chest.
You know you can’t control it But you do your very best.
Friends are gathering around you And they’re calling your name
You are now a short timer And they’re waiting for the same.
You think that you won’t have to Get up to the sound of the clock
But when you retire, there is no turning back.
For the first time in your life You are not on a time schedule.
To get up to that sound Wash up, get dressed, have a cup of joe.
And the weight in your legs Make you move very slow.
Your friends and co workers ask:
How can you leave them all behind?
You look at them and smile For you know they’ll all be fine.
You’ve worked together for many a year
Good times, bad times, you all have shared.
But it’s time for you to go your way You have to leave, you can not stay.
So many things that you want to do And to your heart you must be true.
So you work your final day and Get comments from everyone you know.
You will count the hours leading to the end
For you know that they have become family and very close friends.
That will be the hardest part, because memories can not be erased.
Especially when you have friends , who have style and grace.( Hmmm I wonder .)

RETIREMENT-hmmmm-is it all it’s played out to be !
Or is it just plain LAZZZ-EEE?
WELL ! I’ll take the laziness any time.    Ha-ha

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I was born that very day,
Everybody was happy and rejoicing,
Joyful to have I included
I saw them and I cry aloud
"What a stressful world am into"
What a pressure is pulling over me?
Can I resist this?
Powerful to answer..............

I grew up in this life 
Struggling to survive 
Everyday my dad hustles for pay
Trying to keep the family okay
My mom hoping for a brighter day
Oh! When will this come?
Managing and un-satisfied wants
Yet we pray, give hanks for everything
Too bad that I had no hope
But keep thinking how my life will be
Will I continue my dad’s style?
In this I lot my dad
We cried and I thought the world is at end
We moved on suffering
Poverty ruled over us, life so hard
No family no good government
No friends to follow or advice
We struggled all alone
In this my mum went over {I mean - dead}
Is just like am also dead, yet am still breathing 
My life just started.

Its time for me to think
Live my life and plan for my family
Am all alone, no one to care for me
No family all alone in a still world 
I will work hard to give my life the best legacy (education)
In this I can become any I want to be, I can rule the world
I will always have enough on my table
If I work hard I can rule the world
Break history
God be with me........................

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Over the civil right movement,

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State of the nation

This world is getting tougher to survive everyday.
The cost of living is more than my pay.
It's going to get worse that's what the old folks say.
The bad times are here and here to stay.
Just look at the shape of the U.S.A.
we're afraid to let our children go out and play.
Maybe we all need to get on uor knees and pray.

Jobs are getting harder and harder to find.
What I own ain't worth a dime.
Inflation is up and so is crime.
Alot of real good people are in a bind.
Can't even get care when your in your prime.
Most everyone you know have fallen on hard time.
I can't help them out when i'm worried about saving mine.

Career politicians keep sucking us dry.
They tax everything we own and anything we buy.
Most of us blue collars will work till the day we die.
While the rich skate through life and don't have to try.
We all have to stop living this goverment lie.
It's about time we let that eagle fly.
Remember who made this country, it was you and I.

We the people can bring her back, and put this nation back on track.
We made her strong and that's a fact, and
Noone will ever be able to take away that.

Details | I do not know? | |

This Dream

I have a certain dream,
That I like to dream a lot
But I cant have this dream
I can not, I can not.

I’ve often dreamed about being a doctor
And healing the sick and ill
But then reality comes along
And stupidity all my dreams kill

I’ve decided to give up on this dream of mine
Just roll over and let the dream die
I am too stupid to be a nurses aide
So why should I even try?

I thought that medicine was a calling of mine
And that successful is what I would be
But hey, we’re talking about dreams of mine
That is not reality.

So I must take this dream, this certain dream
That I sure like to dream a lot
Take it and face up to reality standing
I can’t have this dream, I can not.

Details | Epic | |

I Have Autism 3: Still Human

Having autism has been the greatest thing that has ever happened to every boy, girl, man, and woman, especially that of a three-year-old. It has made a positive impact on people who'd been born with or had been diagnosed with autism since day one. Being autistic means accepting for who he and/or she really is, especially when he or she's around a bunch of open-minded people. What everyone, including me, also learned about having autism is when we're living in our own worlds and the real world at the same time. Children, teens, and adults with autism can function in the real world, even in public places, especially when they're going to school or work. What I also learned is that people can go after their dreams like being a politician, a lawyer, or whatever, even if he and/or she has autism. God has made us the way we are, and I think that having autism has been the greatest thing that has ever happened to all of us, even when I was three years old. It doesn't matter if he and or she has either autism, autism spectrum disorder, or Asperger's Syndrome, we're all still human. The whole world should know that being an autistic human being is great and no one should judge us just because we, as humans, have autism, autism spectrum disorder, or Asperger's Syndrome. The fact that day in and day out, for the past few years, people with autism, including me, have proven the board of education and those nay-Sayers wrong, even in the classrooms in all of the schools nationwide. Nothing could bring us down. Even though we have autism, we're still His children. The parents should be proud of the fact that they've raised us well, even if we have autism or any other disability. There's also a good chance of people getting into serious relationships and getting married, regardless of one person having autism. And if all of the friends and families have accepted them for who they really are, other people should be more accepting, too. I have autism, mild MR (mental retardation), and OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) and I'm also proud of the fact that I'm still human.

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Homai Vyarawalla

Where art thou now, woman with flashing light,
like fingers of God freezing time and men,
in black and white. Thou art not here,
but thou art here forever like death could not
pinch thee away from my eyes
nor hide thee beyond the chronicle of Mumbai.
Many will rest but thou will not, thou weary soul.
I saw thy work hanging like the lynched Messiah,
and saw the truth; life has no voice to speak thy praise,
but death … thy worship raised, like Lazarus from the grave.

Details | I do not know? | |

Made in Sheffield

Made in Sheffield by Steven Cooke

Its Early Morning, a mist descends into the valley.
Not a Mist, from some love poem, but a fog forged in graft.
No sun shines here, for there is no welcome.
For here lies the Crucible of the World,
No bird song, only furnace dust,
And a dead river.
For this is Sheffield Steel.

The grime covered buses arrive for Morning shift,
Windows grey with smoke,
For breakfast, Woodbines and Senior Service,
A dripping crust and a flask of tea or two.

One by one, they descend,
 A goliath of manhood,
Raw Power, Natures finest creation
An elephant gun would not bring these men down.
A pot of tea, another fag, then into the mill
Into the Heat, Dante’s Inferno,
Armed only with Leather Aprons and tongs,

First job, a tank Barrel,
They work as a team, 
A sacred bond, forged in years of graft
Pure Strength twisting, the writhing white hot ingot,
In a rhythm, nay a dance, with a twenty ton hammer.
The Grace of Men in harmony with Machine, 
A right of Passage, their inheritance.

But this is also a dance with the devil,
One crack and shards of death rain upon them,
No escape, Just a Bed in Tinsley Cemetery,
Plenty of company there.

Dinner time approaches, the apprentice brings dinner
Half a loaf of bread, dug out, and filled with chips,
Plenty of Salt and Vinegar.
Then a link of black pudding
Washed down with four bottles of Stones Bitter,
And a couple of woodbines.
No Health and Safety here.
But Time moves on, 
The steel workers and Miners, all gone
Broken By Maggie.
Thrown on the scrap heap of yesterday.
Sculptors of their craft,
Never to work again.

Now the Rivers run clean.
And the birds sing,
And the sun, shines on the valley
But not on the Steel workers,
For they have faded away
Replaced by the souls of Progress,
Shopping Malls and stadiums.

For Sheffield is now a City of Sport.
And Tourism reins King.
But spare a thought, for these Men.
 Our Fathers, who lived there way,
With courage and honour.

Steel was there Church,
Built on the Foundations of Pride
Their graft, a noble Calling
And sacrifice, there honour in death.

These Men who celebrated Friendship,
 A pint, a smoke, and a gamble.
For this was their Home, their Sheffield,
It was Their Craft, Their sweat,
That, forged the world,
And it forged me,

And now, a part of my World is lost forever.
 So let the history books be kind,
And lets us remember fondly, these Men,
Made in Sheffield.

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Local Steakhouse

I sit down After eight hours of ordering And waiting on the customers I must relax From a day’s work waiting the tables That have been mine since I started Steak is my specialty So I tell my customers And the food here is excellent It’s not just a line It really is good here I worked fifty eight hours Just in one week And I get the normal overtime Just time and a half Not much considering All the extra work I do I help clean the tables I get the menus all set up together And I make sure the chairs Are all in their places I want my area to be in perfect shape So when the customers come They are impressed By how this place looks And start their pleasant stay At my steakhouse I greet, seat, and treat All the customers that come into this restaurant I tell each one The daily specials Which, in my opinion Aren’t worth the price we charge them But they order them anyway And with a smile I tell them thank you And I turn in the order I do this for each table Saying that I am so happy they came in And that I will take their order now I serve each customer as if they are family They appreciate this And I’ve seen many repeat customers That want to sit In my area They want me to be their waiter I easily approach them And lovingly take their order and serve them With the greatest of joy And when they leave It’s the tip that keeps me alive The work is alright But the tip is what keeps me working there I collect all of them for the fifty eight hours That I have worked there this week And I deposit them into my bank Where I must have the money To pay all my bills Life requires so much And I need this job To stay afloat I don’t know if I would ever be anything else This is my life And I am the waiter At the local steakhouse
Just a note, I've never been a waiter, this is purely a fictional observation. Entered into Catie Lindsey's "Free Verse Time Again" contest 3/7/2013

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To get someone to read my poems… Contests there must be.
They must be bleeping nuts thinking I can follow all those cockeyed rules.
Out of a zillion types of poems they always pick the weirdest ones.
Allowed only 16 lines… I found I stopped at ninety-one.
And for a topic they want a bird throwing glitter from a tree.
How about I spank them as I put them across my knee!!!
And why must I name it… as they told me? Where’s that for creativity?
Then they want a special comment added in the poem…
I would rather not add plagiarism… I’d rather call it my own.
But, you know, I am so very needy that I’ll do whatever they want.
Well… I’ll do, maybe one or two… of the things they want.
I know this makes it harder to judge the poems that are found therein.
But to me a poem… is a funny bent on my crazy whim.
Then suddenly, Lord Have Mercy… my poem didn’t win.
But I’m happy as punch for even with their strained smile…
I’m sure they read one of my poems yet again. :)

(Meant only for fun) I'm not really complaining. Just having fun.

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Thoughts of A Song Writer

From my thoughts on the paper in which it lies, 
My everlasting passion is inked as it dries.
The way I feel inside, you might want to spy,
But if you pry, how will my lyrics surprise?
A song for thought will only leave a thought.
May sound difficult, but that’s just how I talk.
I was lost, but I found me.
Dreaming and believing that writing was my key.
The way it flows and the way that it goes pumps me to speak
the very thoughts that many minds chose to keep.
Many rocks I’ve kicked and many decisions I’ve made.
Any wrongs I take the blame.
Tic-tac-toe is only a game.
I plagiarize your eyes with the notes that I’ve taken,
A high note here and a low note there-
You’d swear I’m in your head when my song hits your ear.
Pain recognizes pain
And I’ve have my share of bandages.
 My vibes from life heals the permanent damages.
Thoughts of a Songwriter,
Reaches farther beyond the beat,
Over the lyrics on the sheet,
Not only is it about the speech,
 But more of what the message seeks.
True enough a theme is touched and a heart is rushed.
With the mind-throbbing picture disappearing 
Through the ink of my pen and revealed through your lens,
You can’t hear me, but do you feel me?
I cherish my talent and where it could possibly sweep me.
My doubts and my worries are beneath me.
I love for brighter days and pray for more things to pave.
Call my life my number because its infinite.
Thoughts of a Songwriter,
My mentality drips it.

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I Hurt You I'm Sorry

Jacob, im sorry,
I'm sorry I've lied,
I'm sorry Ive cause all the tears that you've cried.

I know I am worthless,
I'm not good enough,
But even though so you show me truest love.

I'lll work on my thinking,
I'll work on my words, 
I'll work and I'll try until my heart just hurts.

I swear I'll be good,
I swear I'll do better,
Cuz baby I want you until death and after.

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Oops I Forget to Pee

Let's see
Up at three 
Feed the baby
Back under the sheets
For a couple hours of sleep
Kids up for breakee
Gulping my tea desperately
Rush them to school gleefully
Walk the baby expediently
This being my time for me
Back home to clean insistently
Do three loads of laundry
Flee for groceries
Video Game Rentals late constantly
Go to work in my office impatiently
Where things have piled up overwhelmingly
Hubby claims I'm grumpy
Instead of crying I laugh hysterically
Baby bellows loudly
Time to change his nappy
Phone rings twenty times daily
Say I never call a bit angrily
Can't explain my life so harry
Don't want it to come out sounding scary
So I apologize gracefully
Kids home noisily
I'm panicky
My office work is not done completely
Oh well, its time to get them to hockey
Feed them first to keep them healthy
Bath time comes busily
Bedtime is love and kisses and favourite stories
Baby sleeping beautifully
My feet are up now restfully
Oops, I forgot to pee!
I assess my day on the toidy
Would I change my life at forty?
Are you kidding
Not this life inspired journey!

Details | I do not know? | |

Work, Leave, Stay

They think they have you trapped 
working working working

You can do it all of that
working working working

We know you are great at what you do
working working working

But this is what I have to say to you
working working working

I need to get away from this place
leaving leaving leaving 

I really need a break from the time that was a waste
leaving leaving leaving 

If some help could be given that's all I would demand
staying staying staying

Yes, only a little help just wait for my command 
Staying Staying Staying

Details | Quatrain | |

Successful Relationship

For a joyful
Successful relationship
You need spiritual and mental union


Details | Light Poetry | |

An old man's crumble

An old man's crumble.... I am an old man and no matter I say or do. But still I am living with my stubbornness heart I have complications with health history and hospitals always welcome me Sometime, my heart beats so hard and my veins are twisting me mad But still I manage to do my work on my own My walking stick is great support for me If not, I would not able to stand on the road Sleep brings me nightmares with forecast scenarios but when I wake up in the morning I feel nothing but freezing body and feet My memory is failing and my soul is falling My head is turning and my life is shortening How do I spent my youthful life all these days? Well, nothing much to tell about it because I am not married either. I really love to recollect my good old days but my memory of tears kept them away Youth become major and old become gold. So they say But sometimes I wonder where do I find my way around Before I go to bed, I keep my ears in the drawer, my teeth in a glass of water and my both eyes on the side table When my sleep overtakes me, I don't hear anything, my teeth don't feel cold and I don't see anything either I get up each morning and reset my bones from my sleepy body Later I pick up the news paper to read world news and sad news these days If my name is missing in the obituary column, thanks God I am not dead So I continue to do my work as usual till the day ends. Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka Copyright @Sept,2010 Ravi Sathasivam

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What -Explicit Language-

Together tethered to existence
we act upon our soul‘s insistence
to dare and dream to find…? What exactly?

**** the morning;
I sigh as I step into the shower.
Soon to be discarded dreams tug at my sub-conscious.
Another broken plot-line is lost,
the wildness of a night’s rest washed away alongside it‘s sweat.

Destined to die,
we spend our days as slaves
so we can spend our nights upon the couch.

Our individual everything’s
are infinite and insignificant;
a blade of grass that looms large above an ant.

**** work,
I sigh once more.
The subway’s dim, flittering lights
set the scene for my inner city journey.

This endless loop of mundane madness,
brings no love, no joy, or even sadness.
Churning numbers numbs my brain
and although a robot can’t feel pain,
blackness stirs inside an empty heart.

**** another lonely night,
I sigh again.
I sip my beer and smile,
finding comfort in nothing.

A witty sitcom shines in my peripherals,
**** the morning, **** work, and **** the night;
my drunken laughter explodes.

This long campaign has no reward;
no fat pay cheque, or love restored.
Life’s mundane nature now a perfect fit,
for those of us content to quit.
The tired soldier smiles as the bullet hits.

Details | Quatrain | |

Voice outside alone

There is stupid in your tone...
your voice outside alone...

...For your words speak without

...Your stupid lacks great depth...

...The wise understand with little 

...You encounter conversation...
your eyes meet with no conviction...
self demise...

...We know what and how you say it...
with descriptives you delay this...

...regurgitated information cries...

...Just recalling without reason...

...You yourself have a difficult explain...

...Yourself confused...
...others bemused....

...The uncovering...

...You have only cheated yourself...

...In the actual act you yourself display...

...The aware zero tolerance ricochet...

...You with held information...

... Borderline corruption...

Truth in lies now follow you everywhere...

...A piece of work for sure...

...your life all meaning dis taught...  

...Now all heir achy over you...
like a rash...

re-explained facts re-examined... 

...and the lies they confiscate...

...With known self explanatory...

...The end result no joke...

...In life self rule...experience eludes obey...

...All reason suffers no fool...

...your signature dictates...

...only the fool itself frustrates...

...Play the victim if you dare...

...your reputation you have smeared...

...I have bowed out stronger and more aware...


Details | Ballade | |


This vain wish to live longer, somewhere,
makes me struggle with my vulnerability
of having been born with the fear of dying...
and before that is accomplished: let me live!

I've been told, " It's not possible that time can freeze youth indefinitely,"
but that intricate illusion was too persistent and real;
this boy always believed it would have never faded...
now being sorrowful and old, I realize how untrue and contrived it was!  

Be convivial and consume your time wisely,
don't hold the conviction that over-the-hill is the end;
you've gathered all the knowledge to survive another year,
and on your calendar mark every birthday and celebrate...
I will do the same believing that I'd continue walking in eternity
as when youth froze time to contradict an undeserved fate
without connoting wrong, but being congrous and fair...
oh, youth  your concession has compensated me for that loss!

I should be miserable as anybody else...lamenting and lashing,
but what good it would do if not harm me and shorten these days?
I enjoy every moment that life gives me...being hopeful for more to come;
others cuss, slander and end life demolishing all they had built in their past!
I denote my achievements as milestones that everyone will remember,
and certainly I'll be sought after for the secrets my words will unfold;   
and their purpose and extent are very conceivable to the scholar and reader...
not deploring the naive idea that time can freeze youth indefinitely.

Details | Haiku | |


Many men with hard hats,
A wooden house presents itself,
Buidling blocks included.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Details | Ballad | |

Working Man

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Details | I do not know? | |

Putting yourself in someone else's American Dream

I’m a young woman living the American dream
working in a fast food restaurant 
this is not what I dreamed of but 
I got to be supporting my family, 
to make them proud

Working in the McDonalds restaurant is my American dream
Flipping Big Macs, Serving them, calling customers names, 
and writing on the burgers with mayonnaise
They don’t know what’s in the burgers 
so they won’t know what’s inside that will kill them 
I dropped a few burgers on the floor
I don’t tell them, just pick it back up 
& act like nothing happened, they won’t know

McDonalds is my American dream
Ice cubes from the dispensers are as cold as the winter skies
playing a role for the drinks, that are nastier then you think 
not knowing where your meat comes from 
but the workers still cooks them serve it on a bun for you
that’s my job and the American dream
nothing can beat that! 
That’s the American dream I’m living in, what about you?

Details | Rhyme | |

Thanks Banks

Thanks Banks,
For being there,
When I’ve got an hour to spare,
To stay on hold without a care,
Thanks Banks!

Thanks Banks,
I’d like to know,
Why you’d let my new card go,
To a place I moved from years ago,
Thanks Banks!

Thanks Banks,
You cut me off,
Your service skills just make me scoff,
Forgive me if my cap won’t doff,
Thanks Banks!

Details | Couplet | |

Couplet Challenge- Wrinkles

I've run out of steam and I'm making worse creases.
"Bout ready to rip all my clothing to pieces!

Details | I do not know? | |


You think you might be in love.

You think he/her might be in love with you.

You think about a lot of things. Do you really know those things?

You think a lot, you worry a lot. 

But do you really HAVE to think or worry about those things?
  Or do you WAN'T to think or worry about those things?

Now that there is something to think about.


              *please leave a comment if you like it or fav poem if you might*

Details | Epic | |

Friendship 101

Friendship is the state of both people being the best of friends. Friendship also means      that one person is to protect the another person (man and/or woman) from all kinds of danger, even being taken advantage of. There's always a difference between two people being just friends and both best friends (a boy and a girl) falling in love with each other, especially when they've known each other since they were babies or elementary school. Building friendships mean that he and/or she has built the bridges that will never break  or burn unless they'd betrayed each other by having affairs with their boyfriends/girlfriends, selling them out to the the wrong crowd (including the devil), and that kind of stuff. It seems that without each other, they're nothing. Both people, including those from either elementary school, middle school, high school, or college really need each other, especially when they will have found out that their spouses or lovers have been cheating on them with somebody else. The greatest thing everybody should learn about friendships is that all friends are there for each other every single day. And the other greatest thing about friendships is that they've got each others' backs, especially when they're falling on hard times like facing reality, dealing with being decades old, that kind of stuff. Let's hope that all friendships don't end in pain, sadness, and suffering. And if these people continue to stay the best of friends for years and years, even through out all of the school reunions, things will always be the same. I hope all friendships stay stronger than ever forever.

Details | Narrative | |

Balance Within

Introduction: Even if you're tied to barely holding on, your control over will power shall pull you up towards the truth and success. But only if you believe up to all, that it's stronger than what you could be - that's when you balance the fall...

You may get old
Your memories may drown,
But your soul won't get cold
And beliefs won't breakdown.

Just don't you let go
As you never know,
Things you seek for all your years
They could be in your back yard.

Find the truth within the lies,
Fight your pride to end this cry,
Trust your soul; open the door
Balance yourself and roll the stones.

The one's you heart will always stay
So don't throw life out your doorway,
Life's too short and it's too real
Sometimes it's hard to see and feel

That's how you live a life,
The risk that breaks you down to bits
Saves and brings you back alive,
That's what we call the gift of life.

No matter how rough things might get
We get rewards for the risks we take,
No matter how hard or sad
Learn and value what you have.

Though, too much pride will leave you dried
Don't let 'hopeless', be your life's stride,
None of this will you take to grave,
Your deeds will lay, only your pave.

As you breathe in and do breathe out,
Make each one profound
And stand your ground,
As lies are just the fantasy,
The truth - is your ecstasy
And this will forever be plain to see... 

Details | Free verse | |

Silly rabbit tricks are for prostitutes

Silly rabbit tricks are for prostitutes, made by establishment
daunted by economy, at night by the dawns early red light district,
watch the women give up their pride by the hour, lacking positions
star 69 your way back to daddy's touch, the reason your out here
remember sweat and business suits are  cheap, just like the shoes you wear
little girls try to cash in, but silly rabbits tricks are for prostitutes
don't they feel guilty? I know because even their income can't buy a ticket to heaven
just a passport to hell, like their lipstick dreams are cheap and tacky, like
their fish-nets, are to capture their sorrow and release them to the streets they stalk

Details | Concrete | |

A lot within

We consume a lot within...

...We work hard to dump...

...This diction explored relates...

...With tone the sound resonates...

...The everyday...

...The treadmill...the grind...

...The treadmill syndrome...the grind...

...To shut the door...

...invoke the quiet...

...We suck it up...

...We consume a lot within...

...Side step...the Side step...

...We work hard to dump...

Details | Rhyme | |

For The Love Of Life

For the love of life we reach unreasonable heights
We eat everything on the way like termites
We please others and act as slaves to get our way
And after accomplishing what we want they are put at bay

We try to slow our watches as much as we can
And we try reaching our goal with or without a plan
We go on a race with other competitors
And push them from our track for our sons

What a continuous race life is 
And there are 100 times more the legs than brains

Whatever time it may be whatever level 
Everyone can be compared to the evilness of devil
We all wish we are the only one running and alive
What all we can do for the love of life

We all want our dreams and wishes to come true
If it’s not granted you might kill God too
You want to conquer the world by day-dreaming
And treat everyone like animals for your well-being

With everyone you are a diplomat
Aftermath- you are in the rat race a cat
You are mad and lazy; idiot and idly lazy
But then you also want the world in your hands as if it’s a frenzy

Your friends are just a helping hand for your great opportunities
They are just one of the small but one of the useful things in your kitty
We blame others, we slay others for who?
For ourselves and not for any other for sure

Who understands the meaning of how life goes
Who knows how to live life in its literal sense
Who can change the way life moves on...
This is the way life goes on....

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My Business Is Today

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

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

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

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

My business is today 

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My dad always told me,
Your attitude determines your altitude,
How high will you go?
My answer then was I don’t know.

My mom always stated,
Do your best and the rest will be handled,
And don’t let people burn you like a candle.
Those statements were a hard pill to swallow.
Especially when our day to day lives often
Cause us to encounter beings whose hearts are hollow.

Whether it is positive or negative,
Your attitude is a true description of you.
Your actions speak louder than words.
People are people so what should it be?
You and I should get along not terribly,
But work together in harmony.

My mom and dad were right.
Just because someone may deliberately hurt you,
You can’t always come back with a fight.
That person may be doing that in spite,
Because they wish they were you,
And to himself, he is being untrue.

Now I know where I’m going,
To altitudes of extreme positive magnitudes,
To places I have never seen,
And doing things that I never dreamed,
That I would do.

It’s not easy to let go of things of the past.
That may have shifted you to a magnitude of negative.
You have to add that the situation did not cause death.
Let it go, in other words, subtract it, and it will be handled
So you will not be burned like a candle.

Your attitude is a true description of you.
Your actions speak louder than words.
People are people so what should it be?
You and I should get along not terribly,
But work together in harmony.

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New Lease on Life

New Lease on Life…

I’ve got to prove it to myself
And not to anybody else
I’ve got a new lease on life
Sharper than a razor or any knife

I’m in search of better things
Not the fame and fortune they might bring
If I want to live, I’ve got to give
Push myself a little harder
Reach new peaks that hide
I’ll seek them

Surge ahead, run a big risk
There must be more to life than this
Laying around, lost not found
Dusk till dawn without ambition
Breaking loose and free
Eluding the noose again

I’ll have to change my ways but I’ll remain the same
I have dreams like you but they won’t die, they’ll come true someway
More of this and less of that, but I won’t refuse a good excuse
 To through it all away…

If I want to live, I’ve got to give
Push myself a little harder
Reach new peaks that hide, I’ll seek them

I’ll break my neck, keep working hard
It’s better to feast than it is to starve
Do my best to pass every test
In search of better things, like
Reaching new peaks that hide,
I’ll seek them…

Proving it to myself
And not to anybody else
I’ve got a new lease on life
Sharper than a razor or any knife

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The flow of the day

Life doesn't stop, we all carry on, 
Riding along the flow of the day.
Before the dawn, You wake, your day has already begun.
There are children to hustle about the house, lets not forget some breakfast. 
The television tells you, it's the most important meal of the day, but you really haven't the time this morning, 'sorry'.

Ahhh, the kids are at school, time for your self for just five minutes.
But wait there's work to go to first. So off You go. And as it's only up the road you walk. But you walk fast because 
your favorite band are playing in your ears.
Great. Your all hot and bothered. Just enough time to powder your nose and such. Work is busy and mostly you like 
busy, it makes the day go faster and soon you can go home. What was that noise? You ask yourself .Then you 
realize it was your stomach telling you off for not eating breakfast....

Not to worry it'll soon be time for lunch. But this is the time when, the first thing you do when you get home is raid 
the fridge, because it takes too long to make a sandwich when your this hungry. Mmmmm, much better, and most 
refreshing, especially the coffee. Just as you take in the peace of the house and have taken off your shoes, you 
notice the clock chimes three!  Time to collect the lovely brood from school, so off You go.

Who can get a word in first about their day, everyone's so eager to tell one another. Even you, You need to say too. 
It's so nice to walk through the front door for the last time today, there's dinner to make before settling down, have 
a hug and watch television. All three fall asleep on you, and you're asleep with them too. Few! What a busy day, and 
just think you'll do it all again tomorrow.

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Songs of Silence

Darkness envelopes the plain Moving stealthily among Unsuspecting rows of houses Filled with unbroken sleep The wind, afraid to move Lest it were to awaken Even one from the grasp Of this wretched sleep. And yet one feels a cry A long lost song of hope Silent, yet unnerving It strives to be heard. The long hands of despair Seek to embrace them The singers of these songs That reek of loss, irreplaceable. Tired hands work on The day progresses and yet An end is not in sight The sun sets, they work on. They feast upon the dregs Dropped from the heavens That are found on earth To subdue their hunger. Fate, they say is to blame For their woeful condition For their pathetic existence Fate and fate alone. Nature herself anguishes Over the painful loss Of her many children To the unruly hands of men. A carcass floats down the river Its stench numbs the senses Is it a man or an animal? No one knows and no one cares. The song of a newborn Muffled by the gruff hand That binds and drags it Across the river of death. The song of hunger Slowly rumbling through Like thunder on earth Silenced only by tired sleep. The song of sorrow From deep within the hearts Of people young and old Softened only by time. These are but three Of the many songs that are Heard only by deep silence And no one else. The gods above in heaven And the gods below Carry on with their mirth Not hearing these songs. Songs of silence, of blood Songs of death, of decay Songs of yesterday Songs devoid of joy. They are everywhere and yet They are heard by none They are sublime and merge Into the void that is life.

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The System

He never gets his justification, 
The system is corrupt. 
No helping hands or resuscitation,
The system is backwards.

He never gets a break; no luck,
The system is broken.
Like leaches, all they do is suck,
The system is damaged.

It seems he only lives to work and die,
The system is rigged.
The good always suffer because it’s all a lie,
The system is useless.

It leaves him in the dark; a broken man,
The system is worthless.
He’s not alone; we’ll do what we can,
The system is defeated.

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~ In the Innocence Sublime ~

We lay fallen as velvet roses divinity-promenading in our wake. Innocence sublime weeping still-puddles... blessing-our-first-kiss. Beauty eminent one heart securing all we share-tongues-entwined hopes defined joined together-soaring-free-as-one... a kin to love, swept-away-by-it-we-were... . I believe the heart of grace adamant, generous-tender and-aware honest and faithful- awaiting-patiently... moves freely, because it knows, the-pureness of love always inspires the-opportunity, and so enchantment-gazed upon innocence and desire knew-itself, when-first God showed Adam Eve... ! Now-here today as time has-kept-us in-its ardent-march-I-say I believe-it was-the same with-him back then... . Because simple-smiles day-dreams and quiet eye-beams alone... for me-too-with-you just wouldn't have been-enough, and-when-I-think-of-you, I thank-God for the blessing of our-time, because my heart enchanted, elated, complete... from-here on-out will I forever- know-and be-grateful to-have-loved the-beautiful-angel, that is you. As-so-enticed by the light in your-eyes, the hopeful-manner the-playfulness of your-lips, I tell-you-intrigued, to entwine-them-together, (with mine)... ! I figured I'd have a day to share, and a lifetime, from-then-on, (to touch)... . (if only just), I-could-chance to-embrace them... ((once)). Author notes The hyphens are all used in conjunction-with one-another for recording-purposes for the- disabled... . My Mac computer I can here and as it interprets the differing punctuations it gives the work in there differing usages a clearer and more realistic soft higher and lower Ebb and Flo when it is heard... ! The work can as well be reformatted into proper engine form for those whom may not be disabled... ! Entered into this contest as such and mainly for these reasoning's... ! Thank you for allowing and for considering my entry. I am entirely honored to be a small part... ! Written for my Jenny... . ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ....... ...... ..... .... ... .. .

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Lifetime of Work

 No longer at work
 now in retirement
 having worked since school
 many a task I was sent

 Began apprenticeship with electrics
 blew a fuse I'm colour blind
 then work in sweetie store
 before redundancy not too kind

 Worked in many a warehouse
 looking after many a stock
 from food to clothes
 kept busy no time to talk

 Made redundant again last year
 decided to take a rest
 believe it's well earned
 after giving my very best


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something tells me
I have to leave this place

the wind smells foul
the grass has changed color
the shrine is now a Clubhouse
and the Diviner has lost his memory  
where do you find blessing
when everything stands still

where do you find blessing 
when the trees are dead
and beneath them are 
decaying bones 
of passersby 

whom do you call 
when the gas stove in the Tower is leaking
and the Door of the Refrigerator
stained with rust
to whom do you turn
when the air you breathe
belongs to Someone

what do you do
when it is raining
and the roof has curved in on you  
what will you say 
when the brick Wall has lost its battle
with the Rain

where do you go
when the stairwell to the King’s chamber 
slops to a dagger-point
and tongues groan and sing 
in glutton voices 

with whom will you stand  
when the mugs on the table are ugly
and maggots dance round it 
in steps
to dark unfathomed caves

where do you find blessing 
when there is laughter inside the kitchen
yet you hear no footsteps 

something tells me
I have to leave this place
and tell it all to my pillow 
my only friend
                              (Xenia, 08/22/2011)

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My Pain

Life is an array of twists and turns
Nightmares to conquer and dreams to burn

Why must I wait
for the opening of the gate
The world outside is a forest and dark
and the people are it's bark

The lies
To dust
Cries for something more
and they drag you in because they must

What's the point?
You work to meet them
then work harder to defeat their memory
To undo their damage
and disconnect the joint

One man that knew no better
Didn't mean to make me any upsetter
When he said it was better this way
But I'd love to forget it any day

For years I've seen it
So many tears I've tasted for it
Betrayal never gets old
ask me sometime and the story will be told


All the things I disgust
and leave the taste
that leaves me to a further distrust


So many I can name
So many I can blame
So many I can claim at one point
and deny me what I want

But if you don't know, you don't know me

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What effect has envy on soul

Envy begets in the soul a want of charity for our neighbor
Produces a spirit of detraction
Backbiting and


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Like it's given to be

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Blessing for My Book

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

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

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

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

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Battle of the poets

If Simply…..
All mortals could really sight
The greener immaturity of grass
Not just mere toil to feet
Of such as to graze concrete
To stand and examine
Instead of unswerving past
Or conscience of view
To an open setting so blue
Therefore it be my belief 
As to when us poets do meet
That surely we’ve some work to do!

If Simply…..
All mortals could take pace
That is tardiness to time
Not instantly seize upon a seat
Admit surrender to defeat
Maybe to listen without speech
No talk just mime
Or acknowledge thoughts to score through
To where no man has flew
Therefore it be my belief
As to when us poets do meet
That surely we’ve some work to do!

If Simply…..
All mortals could give riddance
To the bustle of frustration
Not to create necessitate to compete
Then latent in dotage touch grief
So I inscribe to you all
My poetically skilled fellow man
Lets show to forget of when why and who
Lets set emotions past and pastures set new
Therefore it be my belief
As to when us poets do meet
That surely “together” we’ve some work to do!

Details | I do not know? | |

Time Capsule

You try. Everyday you try.
You get up, search, write, you hit apply.
You do the same cycle; wash, rinse, clean.
You hope that in every solitaire, a reply will come after.
You wait, and wait, and wait.
Sometimes, you get nothing, sometimes you get objections.
You try. Everyday you try.
When will you do? Do you know what to do?
That one day will come. In time, you'll know. . . you'll do.

Details | I do not know? | |

Witches can be dudes

Feel um' sum mo'
Get um in and out the door's

'Cause good company rages on...

When I am with um' I am on

Wheel um to go

Wind it back and drop the note

'Cause the krumpin' will dump out the mote...

Get um to flow

Careen on the boat

Get um feet first into the waters that you know

'Cause Jesus was dope

He'd leave you gold

He'd eat the whole stone

Get um to know

Ask um' why you think you chose? 

Click on his show, 
with a grisly remote

See um' by the vote-


He's seasonal boast

He's Jesus doin' coke

He's reasons to float

He's beatin' me out of my boat...

Makin' babies out of my jokes

And baking a cake in my stove in my home

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Coconut Vendor

He is a simple dark man, wearing colorful clothes,
Tall and robust with a perfect straight nose,
Such caring eyes and a generous smile, 
His walks along the beach for more than a mile,
Singing the coconut song,
Coconuts, coconuts, get your fresh coconuts.

What a skillful man, his hands create art,
With a sharp cutlass, he splits the husk apart,
An eager little boy, impatiently licks his lips,
Drops his cricket bat, to take more than one sip,
Singing the coconut song,
Coconuts, coconuts, get your fresh coconuts.

The sound of the bell, is a rhythm so sweet,
Tied to the cart, controls the movement of feet,
He is ready to battle, with a coconut in hand,
To satisfy his customers' every demand,
Singing the coconut song,
Coconuts, coconuts, get your fresh coconuts.

The travel is about over, on this successful day,
His cart is empty, his pocket full of pay,
Wiping his forehead with his sweaty palms,
He thinks about tomorrow with reverence and calm,
Singing the coconut song,
Coconuts, coconuts, get your fresh coconuts.

Along the beach, his journey ends,
Back to the coconut plantation, which he tends,
The sunset is glorious, his heart is at peace,
Our thirst is quelled, he has satisfied the beast, 
Singing the coconut song,
Coconuts, coconuts, get your fresh coconuts.

Details | Kimo | |


Just sitting on my front porch, feeling good
See what happens in the hood
All but me go to work

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Waiting for God

Waiting for God….  until they are dead,
surprised every morning they rise from their bed.
Surely all pensioner knows it is time
to leave it to others, for their past their prime.

They’re up with the sun when there’s work to be done
delighted to see a new dawn.
While us youngsters instead all stay snug in bed
and  never would welcome the morn’.

The oldies have fun in all that is done
and die laughing with everything said.
You would think that their kind had all lost their mind
for not staying all day in their bed.

With aches and with pains, and forgetting all names
and with bodies now falling apart,
it would be far more wise to accept their demise
and just rest till it’s time to depart.

But no it’s not so, they’re so full of go
they put all us youngsters to shame.
If I had my way, I’d hide them away
and let them reflect on their pain.

I may sound quite hard, but when given a yard
a pensioner soon takes a mile,
and given an inch they forget their limbs pinch
and oft steal a yard with smile.

There’s no chance for us, for they ride on the bus
with a pass, and they don’t have to pay.
While for money us young will always get stung,
which soon takes our pleasure away.

With my love of rest I find it a pest
that though old they act youthful and sprite,
getting all the work done while still having fun
and still cheerful from morning to night.

I must show my respect for the way they accept
that he pain of old age must be borne,
but as they never shirk, from doing the work
I will let them….  and stifle a yawn! 

Ivor G Davies

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I had a feeling of just being in the moment
Taking the time soak in the flavours of the time
Loving the feeling of being
Sweetly enjoying the passive moment
Squinting at the sunlight as i look up
Smiling intensely...letting my teeth shine
My laughter being the music of the journey....haha
Carefree...unjudged....floating on air...
I sit in my seat and stare outside
watching the street signs pass me by....
I've reached my stop....

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Just an Ordinary Day

Crash and burn

 Looking for a house to sing the blues 

And wallow in my weariness. 

I light a candle for you 

For me 

For them  

For us. 

Not much of a writer anymore 

Maybe I never was. 

It's about time to get in the car 

And get what I need.

I will be allowed to walk the weariness off. 

Lay low with my little lamb

Wash my sins and the world's semen off my skin 

Go to sleep like a well-fed baby.

Oh, call me, call me baby and say good night. 

I feel your kiss upon my head. 

I see you stare me right in the eye 

And tell me that it's forever 

As the tear falls from my cheek 

No more fretting and worrying about your love 

For it's blossomed and standing firm. 

I rest my head on your warm chest 

With its nest of dark curls.

I love you, I love you, and I love you. 

All the work 

All the suffering of the shadows 

We see day in and day out on the streets. 

We'll make it, my love. 

As long as we know 

the moon and the stars are for us 

until the day that we die.

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I Stay Very Busy

I stay very busy
Sometimes I get dizzy
From all there is to do
Work each day
For the pay
The hours left they are too few
Do the shopping
Then all of the chopping
Put dinner on the table
Then do the dishes
No time to make wishes
Sweep the floor if I’m still able
My work is all done
Now it’s time for some fun
I think that I will paint
I sit down instead
Then down goes my head
Am I asleep or did I faint

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Killing Time

Friday rolls around 
I am too excited 
My pennies are saved 
My outfit’s sorted 
Bath and make up, done 
Ready for a big night out 

One problem 
It’s the afternoon 
Tick tock, 
Tick tock 
Hurry the fek up Mr. Clock 
You really, truly hate me 

'Cause of you I’m late for work 
Early for fun 
You bore me to hell with your incessant tick tocking 
If you had a real face I would… 

I’ll have a drink 
Kill some time 
Just the one 

I sip Whisky 
And twiddle my thumbs 
Bored on the highest level 
I’ll check the Net 

Laptop open 
Booting up 
Logging on 
123 ABC 
Bingo, I’m in 

I have three emails 
Unless I needed to grow my ***** ten more inches 
Date a married man 
Or join Mob Wars and get one million fake dollars for online poker 
Now there’s a bit of competition for you 

Facebook is where it’s at on a Friday afternoon 
Isn’t it? 
Let me see if there are any interesting status updates 

Unless I care that Trudy is having a nice cup of tea after getting all her ironing done 
Wow, Susan planted apple trees on her farm, and took a snapshot (WTF?) 
David is with Mark, Kate and Lesley somewhere near Southend 
I’m glad I’m thousands of miles away from the weirdoes 

Oh, wait a second 
I have an invite! 
And it’s something to do with food 
My profile says I’m a chef 
I post tons of pictures of food 
Finally something worth opening 

Amy has invited me to join Chef World 
Now I can work in a virtual kitchen cooking virtual food after spending all day in a real kitchen cooking real food 
Idiotic waste of time 

I click the link and enter a bright red kitchen 
Timers scattered 
Pots and pan readied 
Bacon eggs, beans and fries to cook 
All need coordinating 
Timing is crucial 

And she’s off 
Fries on 
Bacon, wait for it 
Wait for it 
Toast down 
Beans on 
Toast pops 
Fries burnt 
Eggs burnt 

I try again 
And again 
After 4 hours I’m a virtual pro 
The phone rings 
‘Kim, I’ll be there in ten, be ready.' 
'I'll try.' 
You've had all day, what you doing?’ 
'Murdering time.'

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Unzipped Lips Part II

So my first lesson taught me, if intellect spawns logic, then of that I want no part! 
“Orwell” Had the answer;
in satire the presidium displeased, when he made it plain to everyone,
one cannot rule with precision as one would a farm yard,
whilst to break life down to simple motivation, one would easily find, that profit in the making,
 would ne’er be a grind!
My first ever tea break, the day just got more gloomy, the Daily Mirror headline
“Cyprus” Reels in ethnic turmoil the “Middle East” In rebellious mood,
the old “Empire” Pursues its ethical standards only to find sorrow and historical hate.
But master the establishment is, come subtlety, to keep enquiring minds within the bounds of decency.
“Garfield Sobers” Takes the heat off, when he scores one run for each day of the year. 365
Eighteen year old “Pele” The “Black Pearl” Creates a purpose for millions,
his country “Brazil” And the World cup, headline all of  the  sports pages.
The newly elected “Pope” Gives hope to many, a new era, upon the old cross?
Yet it is man himself that needs the time, to seek the understanding that bewails his plight.
Alas, of that he has no one to blame only the system, that gave fame to
“Tommy Edwards” and his number one hit   “IT’S ALL IN THE GAME”

Details | Epic | |

I Am Victorious

I want to be the only one who'll outlive the others. I want to stay healthy and fit for a long, long, time. There's always such thing as, "living life to its fullest." It seems that at the end of the day and a life-changing journey that includes losing weight and stuff, I will be the victorious one. Every victory counts in life and the lives of every individual possible. What's so great about being victorious is when he or she has accomplished something in life like giving back to the communities, helping the homeless, finding the cure for life0threating diseases, and/or stuff. Being victorious also means that we're becoming a bunch of self-proclaimed living legends. In all dreams and in the real world, we're all lucky to be alive and victorious. The greatest thing about being alive is when everybody's making wise decisions like dieting and exercising, staying away from a bunch of cold, heartless criminals, and so on. And at the end of the day, in God's eyes, we are all victorious. Victory is, and will always be ours.

Details | Rhyme | |

My Heart Journey

In the depth of the darkness
In the recesses of my soul
As I work and I wonder and I go to and fro
I think and I wake and I wonder and I know

That life where I belong
This life that I wear
Is not of my soul
As I work and I wonder and I go to and fro

To reach my heart I must push past
The journey, my bliss
The one turn...turn it right to go
I think and I wake and I wonder and I know

My path already made
My soul along it will follow
On this path I'll find my heart
As I work and I wonder and I go to and fro

I think and I wake and I wonder and I know


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Tall Power forks pray-full tongues

Chews the tender will

Gnaws bones of  fragile spirits

Details | Haiku | |

The Cycle

Like a hamster wheel,
the cycle never stops for
you to keep up. Breathe...

Details | Verse | |

Motivation By Inspiration

No direction.

Kissed by a muse.


Details | I do not know? | |

Medicine's Call

I’m just a doctor wanna be,
For now that is, just wait and see

Hear Hippocrates call my name?
I’ll answer the voice and never be the same.

I’ll give my life to medicine’s call,
I’ll give my hands, my heart, my all.

The art of medicine, may I never misuse
But follow physicians before, and walk in their shoes

To heal the sick, may I do all I can
Apply all required measures for child, woman, or man

I will not over treat, or do nothing at all,
Nor bring disgrace to medicine’s call.

I’ll never fail to say that I know not,
But if I do, may the worst be my lot.

What else could outweigh the surgeon’s knife?
But warmth and understanding for a human life.

The problems of my patients, as I know well
Are not told to me that the world I may tell.

Life and death, in this call, must I stare in the face
I’ll take care in these matters, take care with all grace.

I’ll not treat just symptoms, but a person who’s ill,
A person with feelings, a person that’s real.

May my shoulders be broad for my patient’s tears,
May I share in their joys, and share in their fears.

May God bless with dexterity, and skill in my hands
As I fulfill and do as this calling demands

May I never have an ego, brought down with pride,
But remain tender-hearted in which all can confide.

So I’ll give my hands, my heart, my all
And I’ll give my life to medicine’s call.

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o to my generation

O to my generation

What happen to the days of imagination, when did we get so lazy? I give it to us we address the problems of bullying small kids, fat kids, poor kids black and yellow and brown kids and the disable. Most of the cruelties from our parents’ generation. It’s ok to be gay it’s ok to have your happiness at the expense of forgetting integrity. We run to our mother who raised us television was her name. NBC, CBS, ABC, MTV and, FOX taught us how to be .Tupac, and Biggie smalls, Foo fighters, Green day. Weezer .gave voice to our pain.

We are the lost generation of the decline .Although I believe in women’s rights .That day in the 1960 s when our mothers went to work our family died .Daddy no longer knew how to be the leader .So divorce came. in to our house. Step families came into place. Our fathers were so hurt from our mother going to work they never recovered .They just made more mothers and less families. 

No girls knows how to become a woman so she watched movies in 90201 and Yo MTV raps told her how to dress prime time TV told her what boys wanted .Seventeen magazine and Elle and vogue taught her to be everything the roaming boys needed before they became the carbon copies of their roaming fathers .
Selfish parents give way to selfish children .But there selfish children take it one step further .With their TV dreams .Raise by our mother cable. Everybody wants to be famous. Our boys want fast cars and even faster women going from one bed to the next .showing the original mothers that they moved on from the original abandonment. Selfish girls strike back by showing men not only do they not  need them to survive but they can be better providers and live life not only to obtain but master what men only attain thru their gender rights .

Everyone  becomes so out sorts they need chemicals to function .With the abandonment of the original mother .They coat there fillings and cocaine and weed and dampen there view of life with alcohol. .We are the generation of the angry seed. We overcame injustice of acknowledgements .But in the end we lost our family.

Now the angry boys are angry men .They strike back at the original, mother in make baby mothers pre-made broken families .The girls sell their happiness to the highest bidder. So the madness has over taken us so much that our imaginations die. we reality TV ourselves because we wish our real life wasn't .We try to get off the chemicals in give ourselves  a second chance  .We go on journeys to find the love of the mother who went to work in the sixties. Until then we jacks ass ,catfish, keep up with girls who have sex on camera  to become our heroes  .We bad girls club ,Basketball wives ,ourselves  ,shave our heads  ,snort our troubles ,and smoke ourselves until she comes back in say mommy’s home in daddy can lead us again.

Seven 26

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Basicaly it's the Truth That Blinds You

Is it the truth that blinds us
If They say God is Love then how can Love blind us
How can lies remind us> minus trust
It takes years to build it and only seconds to destroy it
And as I let ideas fall out into thoughts, that are like drops of rubbing alcohol across the countertop
There is a smell of a hospital that reminds me of newborn life and then death flashes and i lose my sight
Its untrue that the definition of the first person that hesitates here, really converts over and spills positive enrgy into the rest of his life
Cause its like you stall and the lightening strikes
The tree falls down and your a second behind it 
The dark barks that it hates the light 
The light shines and its basically the truth that blinds you
The brillance of the the giantest star draws you like a bug to the lighjt 
you get suck in because its your time to die
You cant change it, its evrymans destiny,\
 thats why you must be in the postion that god places you
Work on earth to be done and men are lazy, they dont even want to be a family provider
i seen this i didnt understand it was truly overwhelming
Its like i knew the veiw you see is a little different
  you say hes just goin through hard times are you any better 
I was like damn i help the man by leading him to water
 And he was like id rather sleep than feed my daughter
 Thats why mommy goes to work and on the face of the earth men are dying
Little boys are born to suffer this woe of society
Woman are supernatural acts of kindness
But you bring out the dormant side and the one who gave life becomes a destroyer
No matter woman or man God is my employer
I work for virtually nothing but to see a hurt soul rejoice and i smile in satisfaction
Im like the truth never blinded me it set me free from the darkest whitest lies
That are actually darker the this side of what you think is compatible
couples marry and then they hate each before the first chapter of the story
and unfaithfulness derives out of the unsatisfaction of dissatisifaction
Then the children suffer from the lack of harmony in a family inviroment
NoW truth come take the blinds off the mouth that sugarcoaTS THE DECEIVING TONGUES
The zenith is exactly crossing the horizon 
The lies blind and basically the Truth is silent

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A Night Guard's Life

Autumn leaves that crinkle underfoot The misty sky at night. The gale force winds, The thunderstorms. Such is a nightguard's life. Winter snow three feet deep, Working on Xmas night. The icy paths The double thick coats. Such is a nightguard's life. Spring birds singing a mating call, Owls that hoot at night. Flowers blooming, Gardens of colour. Such is a nightguard's life. Summer evenings bright and clear, Patrols in short sleeves at night. A cheese salad meal, Unofficial cold beer! Such is a nightguard's life.

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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… through life's "dark curtain!" 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

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Nerves of Popcorn

Each limb holds on by a thread
Tolerance barometer...BOILING RED
Toss, Turn, nightmare becomes reality
Seems like an unrealistic brutality

Impulses in brain
Interrupted by worry
Furry over defeat
They're not even sorry

Nerves like popcorn
Arguments explode
Break out of sight
Much more to this road

Wipe my cheeks
Tear ducks on their knees
My fight far from over
I pray god, help me please...

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Rebirth And Renewel

Each tells of life with work and fun
Each builds with all the work they've done
While helping some with things they do
So comes rebirth and renewal

This day's soon past  the next begun
some different from the last one
Much  change will  come in life's quite full
So comes rebirth and renewal

Each lives shall pass as evening sets
The new will come from what is let
Each life will go from old to new
So comes rebirth and renewal

Please do the good that's ask of thee
So what shall come is good to see
Then you will reap the good that's due
So comes rebirth and renewal

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Opportunity Drips

Opportunity drips
From my fingertips
Cup of dreams I sip
Galaxy of hope I finally grip

In the game if life
My notch has been placed
I can no put off
The chances a higher power has graced

Life wont stop
Regardless of me
Water will always drop
Birds will always fly
The hand will still tock on the clock

Move now,
Try to stretch this moment forever
Failures will come and bump
I'll attack like a lion catches prey
Ill pounce and back down never

Everyone in this Earth has a purpose to life
Its not about a green bill
Pulsate your heart with thrill
Something makes me smile
Take the extra mile

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Holiday Gift

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

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

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

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

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

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same beat, necessary rhythm haiku

long road falls to fog
long day gives in to motion
quitting time prevails

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

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

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

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

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

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The Bus (8x4)

Just standing here
Waiting so long
Freezing my buns
Hoping it comes
Look at the time
Must get to work
It 's awful late
Where is the bus?

© Joseph, 10/21/07
© All Rights Reserved

8x4 Syllable Sentence: 8 Lines of 4 syllables. 
Created by Alvin Othto Stewart

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Counting On Sheep

     Counting On Sheep
Don't wake me up
I have sheep on my mind and around me
Standing in rows like….well…sheep
Arranged in numerical order
They count hours down very slowly
At 7:00 a.m.  I must rise with the day
It is work that defines who I am
I’m counting on sheep to wake me on time
I’m counting on them to appear or arrive
If they don’t I’ll continue sleeping
Replace them with roosters of course in due course
They know how to crow in the morning
And don’t need a warning 
To wake up at 4 in proper accord
In natural order for sure
As for the sheep…well… They will be dead sheep
I will be counting on them
As dinner with beer 

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After the announcement

Have you seen sorrow engulfing
A crowd, like a dark cloak 
Covering, the lone lamp in the corner.
There are some whispers,
Cow's bells from a world apart.
Announces the end, it's over.

What are you but a spare cog
Why tears, won't you get a job?
I am sorry but I am not open
For you, mate, time to move on.

Yes, time will heal the wound
The earth is bountiful, for who're sincere at work.
Tomorrow will be a brighter day, no doubt
But is this an excuse, for today's shock?

Whatever it is, know it is life
Part happiness, part dipped in pain
The same cloud that brings coolness
May on a sudden bring in rain

The rain will stop,  the sun will shine
The cloak'll be removed, the lamp will glow
For it's inevitable that
After today, there'll be a tomorrow.

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I came across an old desk in a dream
A message of significance – or so it seemed
Timeless solid wood covered in dust 
Your mystery to uncover I must

Handmade relic of ancient times bygone
After centuries, your work`s still not done
Bridal bed upon which tales of life were born
Now you’re stood against the wall forlorn

It was not what you had, but what you did lack
That spoke in a code I felt I had to crack:
Numerous tiny drawers on both left and right
But some were missing - a curious sight

Empty space of something lost, or not yet written?
This mad dog of a question down to my bones has bitten
I`d like to think the desk is not old and useless,
But a work in progress enduring Time so ruthless

Tenants of the house do ceaselessly come and go
Each adding a new story about what they’d known
The work continues till all the drawers are filled
With life lessons learned the quest will be fulfilled

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My Grandma

Both of my grandpas died
long before I was born
and one grandma and I never met.
My daddy’s mama
lived so far away
I knew her by the letters I’d get.

My other grandma lived
quite nearby in town,
not so very far from our farm.
I saw her quite often,
sometimes stayed over night
to avoid going home in a storm.

She was barely five-foot
and her shoulders were bowed,
for she’d had to toil all her life.
My grandma was widowed 
when Mama was small.
She’d had little time as a wife.

She took in washing 
to care for her brood.
My mama was one out of five.
Her work was so hard
and the payment was small,
enough just to keep them alive.

There was no help for widows
in those days long ago.
The burden was Grandma’s alone.
In all of the time
that I knew my grandma
I never had once heard her moan.

She never complained 
that she’d had a bad rap,
lived contentedly in her small house.
No pension for her
and no SS check
her money would not feed a mouse. 

My daddy brought eggs,
milk, meat and cream,
whatever he could from the farm.
She raised her potatoes 
and her  fresh vegetables.
Hard work could not do her harm.

I never did know 
how she paid her small rent
or for other things that she needed.
Too young at the time,
I didn’t think about that.
If I knew then, my mind has deleted.

I remember her meals
always biscuits and jelly
and a big slice of Daddy’s smoked ham.
She helped my big brothers
keep secrets from Mom.
She was there if they got in a jam.

She was honest as day,
no one would she cheat,
and only a fool would dare cheat her.
My grandma had learned 
her hard lessons from life
and life had been a harsh teacher.

An atypical grandma,
she suited me well.
You won’t find her kind everywhere.
Not much on kissing  
or rocking was she,
But if needed you knew she'd be there.

won a no. 3 in contest

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You Bring Me What Is Next

You bring promise to me.  

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

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

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

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

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

You bring promise to me.

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

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Unfulfilled Potential

Resting in the dark,
soon to stir and waken
the yearnings of my heart
the walls are left still shaken

Dawn brings new life
and banishes the old
the day may yet bring more strife
May yet leave hope in the cold

Targets for the day
just another morning routine 
Living according to pay
Just today; postponing the dream

The sun says it is noon
and the light does not tell lies
Shining over shadowed room
As peoples hands are tied

The day is over; Night is near
No pressure; time to live the life!
but my eyes grow sleepy here
So tired by the light

Tomorrow is another day
when ambition shall be met
For now alone I lay
So the cycle may reset

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What do you do if you can't find a job
and all your monthly bills keep piling up?
Collectors are as vicious as the mob,
You wonder when all these problems will stop.

You changed your lifestyle hoping for the best
and started your life over with clean slate,
Then you are faced daily with many test
some of them you wish would disintegrate.

When what you need is not just a handout,
('Cause people do get tired of a leech,)
but a blessing to turn your life about
and you will see nothing's beyond your reach.

It's time for you to use the things you've got
and trust the Lord to help you find your lot.

Copyright © 2007 Jacquelyn Sturge

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I was raised      in a prison of darkness
along walls of cement      have I groped
the hearts here      deep scarred and callous
no dreams of a child       had I hoped
Starved             for affection and famished
though surrounded by people           alone
sixty four rooms       I could roam in
but that place               was never a home
Just one more workhouse            to live in
my duties                   to serve and to clean
no pay                 for the labor was given
I was here to work         and be not seen
I could go days            with seeing no parents
went to school        and to work            and to bed
my breakfast                 was in my room coffee
the feral cat           entertained in the shed
This building                   has so many toilets
even the master                   one I must clean
I drop like a stone             in my bed at night
I sleep so deeply      to dead to dream
Though I live now this place            with my father
it's no different             than with strangers I slept
they too              used me like a work horse
their houses the places               I kept
Somewhere was lost to me             childhood
not a human            soul I could trust
I do not know love              it is fiction
as into this life        I was thrust
There were times       I wished mother successful
where in the peace            of death I would sleep
the pain of knowing                       I'm unwanted
was to much        for this child to keep
I suppose it's                this very reason
I recognize             the true face of Love
the nigh hundred people               I lived with
qualify not of that place         to be of
I've been exposed to violence              on children
and all their secrets           I can confide
recognize the damage                it does you
and those who these secrets           do hide
It is easy to remain lost here
where no true tracks            be seen on your road
where life             has not direction or guidance
and one is broken           by the weight of its load
But there are so many rooms           in this prison
and each every one          has its own trap
the master of death                 who has forged them
place these obstacles     in every path
So while your searching           for life and its answers
the only one worthy            to steadfastly teach
should exist       every day in your dealings
and your connections             from greatest to least
I'll not care about          the labor I give you
as long as love            my load is light
we will share         in living together
in our unity       we can delight
I learned               to take care of your body
but it takes two            for the care of the soul
I could live alone here             without you
but it's the sharing         that makes us whole...

COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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The Greatest and Ten Commanments

The Greatest Commandments

You should love the Lord your (true) God with all your heart
all your soul
All your mind
 with all your strength 

You should love your neighbor as yourself

The Ten Commandments

“Believe in the true God”

“Reverence in God’s Name”

“Love the Lord’s Day” (Sunday)

“Strengthen your family”

“Promote the Culture of Life”

“Marital Fidelity (Faithfulness)”

“Not Steal Act Justly”

“Tell the Truth”

“Practice of Purity of Heart”

“Embrace Poverty of Spirit”

He, (Jesus Christ) appointed 

"Whoever listens to you listens to me

Whoever rejects you rejects me

And whoever rejects me rejects the one who sent me" 
(Lk. 10:16)

Reference: “United States Catholic Catechism for Adults ©2006

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the workplace romance

certainly it only takes putting the hand on the burner 
to figure out how stupid a relationship at the work place can be
to figure out how it will effect your coworkers
to figure out how it will effect the relationship itself &
how it will ruin both the work reputation &
the relationship at hand,
with one clean swoop
like a samurai sword slashing swiftly
through a zucchini.

so what makes people continue to have them?
what makes people continue to risk their job in order to pursue 
romance in the same place that the clock bears down upon one’s

is it the intimate moments on break?
is it the make out sessions at lunch,
is it the private dialogue with another party throughout the day,
or is it just the last refuge of the desperate?

as humans, we do what we know best &
in this case, literally,
so how long then do you think it will last?
how long will it be a good thing to see your significant other
of the
without a
moment of
privacy or 
from the ongoing bubbling at hand?  

as the two new bunnies bounce around
cooing & groping, smiling on mondays (when everyone else is out to kill) &
often just being a general nuisance to all being subjected to it,
we watch the new lovers start to have little snippets of spats,
which in the early throes of that new finding of a person
may go unnoticed in a regular setting,
but now the concentrated work relationship
stomps out the issue &
then rekindles it at home
rekindles it on the way to work
rekindles it the next day,
for nothing is denied anymore
as each party is in the other’s 24/7

so the rest of us workers make best,
paying the designated bookie
as to when it will all crumble away &
suddenly things will be thrown across the room,
profanities will illustrate most of the day &
we will all be able to bank on a solid month or so of

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Occupy Wall Street- Take Back The Cornfields Of America

They look down from their penthouse and turn up their nose.

They see us all as a murder of crows. Bunch of pests and foul nuisances trying to eat of their crops.

Not sons and daughters and mommas and pops.

They don't want to hear of our lower class rambling.

Why shan't we continue our financial gambling?

Their scarecrow is the media which deems us all decadent.

We shall not yield the cornfield, For we are the 99 percent!

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A Long Tough Ride

It’s been a long, tough ride
And I’ve been working like a Mom
It’s been a long tough ride
My heart is ticking like a bomb
I know my duty it was
To work and manage the house
But soon I’ll feel so lost

When she’s gone
Things will not be the same
When she’s gone
Oh how my heart will grieve

It’s been a long, tough ride
And I’ve been working like a slave
It’s been a long, tough ride
My mind is reeling like a tape
I love my baby so much
I know my heart will be crushed
Yet I will be alright

When she’s gone
Things will not be the same
When she’s gone
Oh how my heart will grieve

It’s been a long tough ride
I should be happy to be free
It’s been a long tough ride
I should dancing in the breeze
But when I think of the world
She has to live in and work 
I’ll still be on my knees in prayer
Because it’s scary out there
But we will be alright
It’s been a long tough ride

Entry into John Heck’s Sponsored Contest: “Beatlemania Sing Along”
Sung to “It’s Been a Hard Day’s Night”

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Flow of the eye

										Call this a life

									Sat at a screen

				Of life.    End.

								       Attention span

		Still trying to make sense


	Still on the internet

                 The younger generation wants to be successful.

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Born in a leaky roof
Chains normatively bangles
Where bales’ pay tribute
Their fate decided by others

Those who think themselves gods
Like dogs they penetrated
Only to recoil like serpents
Swallowing the hunters game

He violated their rule
And spoke against their doctrines
He slept but they were gone
Buried he was in our minds

To die a man
Is to forever live

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Like wine which efferveses within the glass
is your own love to me
it fills my heart and bubbles up
rising when you I see
Its movements effect whats hidden within
to be seen in what I do
know this my love its welling up
its focus is on you
When you are given a gift so grand
what with it would be
upon its presence within your life
its will effecting thee
It's hard to tell if it's mine or yours
or what its work does move
I only know not to let it go
until its work does prove
Can't be so minor if it stirs my thoughts
but let its movements be
its works are placed within my heart
to love you eternally
Matthew 22:37-39 NIV
“Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God
with all your heart and with all your soul
and with all your mind.’ This is the first and
greatest commandment. And the second is
like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’”
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

my ditty for the day

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Free Range

Often my thoughts do range far and wide.
But it’s not just my thoughts that skim the tides.
When my Hubby asks and I don’t reply…
He says I’m free ranging again with my mind.
He laughs and tells me to please wake up…
But I’ve already been there, thank you, so much.

Deep in thought and so far away,
He’s still my muse in every way.
But once I get going on that thought…
Look out boys, my mind is set and lost
But don’t you worry. No Sireeee.
When the typing slows you’ll know I’m back, you see.

Those free-range chickens have nothing on me…
I way surpass them in productivity.
And as my words free range far and wide
You’ll find… others may be joyfully joining  me for a time.

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Peace of Mind

I solve problems at work all day
Sort through all the rubble
By the time I leave there’s not much left
Of my mind and that’s the trouble
My mouth keeps moving it gives the impression
That I know what I am saying
But my brain shut down hours ago
And the rest of me is just delaying
Sometimes people don’t notice-
They think I know what is coming out
I actually don’t have a clue
And really  there’s  no reason to shout
Eventually I have to give in 
And I take myself to bed
Tomorrow when my brain shuts down
I’ll just talk to myself instead

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Really Serious Need Book Sales

I'm really serious victim of credit card number theft have no money left not paying attention 
to much got my piss out of luck...just made worthless  bucks sowing seeds in the lives of 
children that no one trust.. a whole department against me, a trio of administrators too, 
working my ass off daily, still pressing through doors where its obvious that I'm unwanted 
now my once of month pay is spent by a thief who got me bent, and since i walked through 
the door of that school, ive been treated like i'm a stone fool by folks who don't follow the 
golden rule... so tell me why is my wealth lost, tell me why my money is stole, tell me why i 
have to work and get mistreated by folks whose brains are old... so tell my why i get treated 
like crap i have more accolades than my boss.. why do i get walked over like less than 
human remains, why my books ain't sellin, why are my resources depleted and my needs 
are not being meeted or met... this is enough to make someone sick... i more than bet.. I'm 
not only a victim of credit card theft... but one of my identity.. satan is really attacking me.. 
a child of God, to the world i look lethal and odd. I have no time to be productive at work or 
at home because evil forces won't leave me alone. I really seriously need book sales to 
carry me through buy any of the seven of them but my three favorites are Trials of A 
Northeast Louisiana Child, Who Do You Love? and God's Calling You To Live A Life That's 
True.... This is all true.This is no falsehood or lie. I need help from God's people and the big 
guy in the sky. S. 

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Driving to work

- Good Morning
Fresh coffee and toast,
Scraping ice from the window…
Will it start today?

- On My Way
Slowly, like a moth,
Coming out of its cocoon…
Damn!  Forgot my lunch.

- Detour
Traffic slowing down,
Smoke, fire, screaming, ambulance…
Better him than me.

- Relief
Now I’m running late,
Hope I find a parking space…
Life is short, slow down.

...(Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall)

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Death Comes Calling

            When Death Calls

Death comes calling in the early morning
No one is at home
They have all gone fishing
Personally, I prefer doing the dishes
Cleaning the litter box
Darning sox
Those darn socks
I prefer doing that than being damned and dead
When death comes calling 

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In a labyrinth fixed 
on parchment folio,
Words smother eyes, 
midst confounding minds.
Each jargon befogs 
what’s ought to be explicit:
deluging audience, 
in lieu of comprehension.

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Love vanished

Seven years have passed
since first I married him
Whence he succombed his bride
Yet when I told him of babe we’d due
it felt our love just withered up and died

For the man he changed,
no, the child we had not planned
Pushed me around until to others ashamed I lied
I’d fallen, or bumped myself again,
backed him up, supported him, everything denied.

When babe was born,
I thought we’d learn to love
Try to make things work together with pride
But now cut off from all my friends in time,
it’s nursing I only now that I must bide.

Although I raise our child
I am so sad, my life has stopped,
when they play up I fret that you will chide
and fear that you’ll know not of when to stop
Frightened, huddled close we rock, we hide.

Once grown up, at school a freedom found,
whilst you’re at work – your daily grind.
Lucky new friend we find to guide
us back to safety relieved, released.
Apart, I know head high that I had tried.

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Please Come Back

Oh Darling whisper in my ear
and tell me it’s all right
I haven’t slept for days on end
I’ll try again tonight

Emotions wrung out of my heart
there is no more to squeeze
You said you needed quiet time
oh won’t you come back please

Life has no meaning without you
I’ve said so from the start
Please come on home to me my love
and never more we'll part

I’ll make adjustments in my life
I’ll give you what you need
We’ll work this as a partnership
I'll make this work you'll see

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considering the inanity of writing a poem
 without  any idea  of a subject
  to write about has not deterred me 
from blindly filling the first sentence with words of little or no value.
Now that the fingers (two)
 flicker over the key board as if they know
 where the letters are, I  become relaxed
 and so confident  that eventually I'll  reach coherency
 enough to delete all this  conflict 
of  four muses dancing through my head at once. 

The music is madcap enough for me to recognize
 the bag pumping arm of Harry the Hairy, which reminds me I neglected
 to clean my gun today after emptying it twice yesterday on the target range.
 I bet if I'd hit it  I'd have cleaned that  gun by now. 
It was all a ruse to keep me away from the house
 while  guests were arriving for my belated surprise birthday party.
On  roars this epistle of fruitless furious endeavor
 to construct something worthy of my fantastic literary expertise. 

I have totally given up on trying to upload the three or four poems
 I've recorded in spoken voice on the Garage Band section of this Mac 
and switched over to the i tunes section after hours of unsuccessful attempts to do so.
 Only to discover that Evoca wants some other form of technical language to upload them in.
 Learning to sail, drive, operate several large pieces of heavy machinery,
 raise children or watch them grow up into almost perfect
 examples of American womanhood, is of absolutely no value in recognizing 
which  button to press next. 
There must be an almost teen wandering by
 who can do what I need in seconds
 but as soon as he realizes how inept I am 
he'll tell the world and my reputation
 of competency will be shattered for all time,
 and we do have to live here.
 I shall probably come up with some semblance of treachery
 to combat this newly developed inability.

 Maybe something like
 I prefer to stay in the traditional misty romanticism of pure poetry 
rather than lowering myself to  sputtering into a machine or microphone like some 
despicable rhyming miming puff daddy
 rapper tapper clapper where's the money stand up clown. 
Then again if I should suffer a break through
 and actually be able to add spoken word to my repertoire,

Ill be at another extreme disadvantage in this war of faces.
 Who the hell do I know 
who can help me overcome this temporary setback 
in my illustrious poetic career?
I think I'll go back to boat design
 or stonemasonry. 
Maybe even write a novel.

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Alphabet Soup

I make my checklist
And begin

Words and lyrics don’t blend but 
Concise, not deris{ive}
Begun thinking again. Stop.
Classical music; diction-less connotation.

The history bar grows longer but the checklist never shorted
The train is going in circles and 
my mind is a bowl of alphabet soup.

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I wandered around for years
in odds and ends
not knowing what to do with myself
unchartered territory just waiting for me
to discover
undecided in which way to go
open road to freedom
impulsive escape driven 
by extremes in nature
erratic in behavior
in the spur of the moment running away
from the mundane routine of existence.

A change of pace from everyday rat race
always in a hurry to get ahead
on the highway of life
searching for a new scenic route
through small towns and quaint little shops
worth exploring along side streets
with windows rolled down
music blasting out loud
enjoying the view of the countryside
a smile on my face feeling free
from the city lights of shades drawn in boredom.

Details | I do not know? | |

Who are these People Pt 1

who are these people?
where do they come from?
they are older than time can measure, sadly
hopeless and a hazard to others and themselves
unable to move their vessel body, physically handicapped
through years of wear and tear and genetic mutation,
......and their mind
seems to be corroded and rustic
likes plates of steel left out in a thousand thunder storms
i wonder
how these people got here
being so retarded, challenged, in-capacitated, unable
asking questions that a dumb blind drunken monkey could answer
just by looking at them I can feel the presence of cancer
they are dying
as flowers would do with only a moon
i talk with them, as the babble, and drool
and struggle to stand for more than 2 minutes
and struggle to walk across the room
to show me their new exercise to improve the demented motion they call a golf swing
i take a breath and listen, nod my head,
wishing that i gave a fluff, but i dont.....instead
id rather continue watching a documentary on the paleo-indians who survived through 
the ice age
that eventually became the native peoples of Canada.
2 more incoherent zombies walk through the door,
with looks on their face of confusion, and death
they step up on the treadmill huffing and panting
and ask me to set them up 
level one, for 3 minutes, 
im thinking in my cant be serious.

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Life is a right, to which everyone should have,
Independently it is the most valuable possession of each living being
Verifying the fact that we only have one chance in this world to make a difference
Even if we see ourselves as a sap that can’t change the mood in our area and that we

Lower our standards to say that even dirt is too good for us
Irrationally stating that we have a miserable life and we need to change it
Forgetting the blessings and the joy that God gave us in our current life
Eventually with remorse he’ll forget all of these things and start over again

To test his strength and will power to continue so that he can
Overcome the odds to achieve a pleasant life

This just states that if we work hard we might have a better chance of being content
However living with this in mind we might think that life is about work.
Everything in this world should be earned by working but what is work compared to

Fun, having fun always makes our work more worthwhile because we now 
Use our energy to enjoy ourselves while working and earning things that we desire and
Losing the old gloomy feeling about work and the world
Letting new and much more pleasant things happen to us and letting us
Escape to the happiness that we might have missed when we’re not content in our life
Surprisingly this is the most common problem in the world today so keep this as a
Thought in mind live everything in a way you might be pleased life is precious 

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You work so hard
You work all day
You work till you cry and all you can say
Is that you left your job in a state of dismay 
And that is your life right now

You wake up to a day that is cold and is dark
And you look forward to a life that is long and is stark
And all you wish is for fun and a lark
But this is your life right now, this is you life right now

So leave all your worries to the dark of the morn
And rise up to the challenge that is shown by the dawn
And breath in the world that you have since you were born
Because this is this your life right now, this is your life right now

When you have challenged yourself and can hold your head high
When you believe you have tried, and not just got by
When you can be proud you have worked and your sweat has turned dry
Then you can rest your head right now, rest your head right now.

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is life just a struggle

where is there hope when our 
 economy is declining so fast
we get 7.50 an hour 
and 4 of that is for a gallon of gas
but we have to get to work so we must have it
and lord forbid if you have a bad habit
we spend 8 hours a day 
working for minimal wage
and after taxes  we tally our pay
about 54 dollars is all we made
and after a week's work you haven't made a cent
trying to put away a little something for light water and rent
putting in overtime  hoping some bills to meet 
not thinking of the fact that you have to eat
oh yea' the kids and spouse 
and the few little things you must get for the house
you find for some reason things are just too hard
and you find yourself taking on a second job
now that's 8 hours a day working for dimes
another 4 hours working part time
12 hours of your life spent in torment
and before you can get paid most of it's spent
everyone in the house works kids and wife 
 yet it's still hard to live a decent life
now i ask is it just me who 's questioning why 
there are people out there so well off and im struggling just to get by 

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live your own life

Walking in his shadows
Makes you like a dependent widow
You should have your share of the cake
Because you were behind its bake
Rebellion is the only way out
You must stand upright and shout
For the freedom you deserve
Enough of rights preserved
You are the mitochondrion
Yet you live in his shadows
And poverty it brings you
Rise up and be conscious
You deserve to be a king in the ring
It is your land to possess
But not until you live your own life

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Painter's Complaint

mid summer's dry spell
katydids swell the air
with a rain-cloud prayer 

our painter's complaint 
too hot to work, can't paint today
rain’s coming’ anyway

Win/win I get the day off
Hows-zat?! we ask;
the lazy painter coughs, 
It's a lekker day!


Details | Couplet | |

Old Red Barn

The old red barn is falling down
But we don't care, we've moved to town
We couldn't keep the farm after Papa died
There was too much work, but we tried
Life on a farm can take it's toll
You can still be young, but feel so old
I now work in a Wal Mart store
And Mama doesn't have to work any more
Sis got married and moved away
And we miss her every day
So let the old red barn fall down
We don't care, we've moved to town

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Do We Have An Example Just ONE

Do We Have An Example?

Do we have an example of those
 who aren’t afraid to say…
“I’m going to bow my head
 to the Lord and pray.”

Do we have an example of those with a like mind?
To be respectful, courteous and kind?

Do we have an example of those who’ll take a stand?
Against the tide of evil 
all throughout this land?

Do we have an example?  Just one person?
Who’ll live by the Bible… 
And apply it’s lessons?

Do we have an example of those
 to teach the younger generation…
Living for God will give us a solid foundation?

Do we have an example?  Anyone to be found?
Who’ll spread the gospel 
to every city and town?

Do we have an example?  Can we look to YOU?
Who’ll try to live the way Jesus wants us to?

Can we find an example? With the courage to live?
Being Christ example with the power to FORGIVE!

Can we find an example?  Let me make this point.
There’s Jesus!  And he will  NEVER disappoint!

Can we trust this example?  Most assuredly YES!
In HIM can you find a security,
 a peace and a REST!

Will you be an example? And give your life to him?
And experience what it means to be “born again!”

His example of love can be yours and mine…
Won’t you give HIM a chance?
  While there’s still time?

By Jim Pemberton 

Details | I do not know? | |


The time the books of the New Testament were written
Many other pious stories
Legends relating to Christ
And His times were also widely circulated

As a result
In the early centuries of the Church
There was some confusion and doubt to which books are inspired
And biblical and which are not

As far as known
It was the Council Hippo in A.D. 393
First determined which books were inspired
And were to be included in the bible canon

In every respect identical with the canon of the Council of Trent
Subsequent Councils confirmed this decision and the Council of Trent in 1546
Formally canonized all the traditional books of the Bible
These books comprise to believe that all passages of all books are equally inspired

Details | ABC | |

Eyewitness person

I wrote only for me. 
I made confessions to my soul. 
Without dialogue. 
I just emptied feelings that overflowed my existence. 
Joys and sorrows were fighting for domination 
And I was the only eyewitness person.

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved

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my soul

in the late sun shines
i was made 
with a cloth of clay 
there came upon something on me
blessed with true senceiuors into me 
i was put into something that rather walks my life
i was put into soul at my body 
when i arrived at new days 
i loved my soul as it loved
me .our souls work through the wishes of our god
when he wants us to die
that day we have our last breath of our life and soul will be vanished from us.
souls work as we do they are  immebicabless 
souls  last our life do not lost them they are very precious

Details | Monorhyme | |

Life Forms: The ABCs of Being

A living organism accustomed to existing alive…adapted, acclimatized.
Breathing bodies, beautifully behaving as created, before being theorized.
Corporeal creatures controlled by character traits, occasionally compromised.
Divergent life forms delicately merged into a “Web of Life”, perfectly devised.  
Entities experiencing individuality, establishing existence uncompromised,
Frolicking through life; incessantly looking for forever, mesmerized.
Gaining moral fiber through God given guidance sometimes, getting baptized.
Happily honing one’s persona hoping to help dreams become materialized,
Insightfulness encircles one’s sense of self to initiate a life-path individualized.
Jovial jesters, bigwigs, or judges with judgments apprized.
Kooky cool-cats, celebrities, or clowns cleverly disguised.
Laundry maids, lucky leaders, or racers with wins realized.
Milkmen, fishermen, or firemen with departments downsized. 
Noble work is any work of which a lifetime is comprised.
Orchids, oxalis, oak trees, and sellers of fruits franchised. 
Penguins, porcupines, parrots, and peacocks with feathers prized.
Questions surround the beings of which this world is comprised.
Reverence remembers Noah's ark and the lives that were remised.
Scientists study animals, cells, and quarks minuscule-sized.
Tomorrows are predicted with their remedies advised.
Ultimately, all beings will be recycled in to earth…revised.
Victorious are earth's environments enriched by life's demise.
Worldly ways and wisdom's walk in the end shall be surprised.
Xanadu sought requires the power to choose right and be not chastised. 
Yesterday is gone, but life-luminaries were long ago stylized.
Zestfully living righteously marks the path perfection realized.

© November 8, 2011

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Being 	  
Sponsored by: Paula Swanson

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Work in Progress

Despite the sweat that burns my eyes
No matter the countless tears cried
The ones that want to struggle 
Earning bread by my muscles
In the dark, hoping to be free
Hoping God has a plan for me
His work is hard to see
Many nights on my knees
Begging please
The end of the tunnel 
I have yet to see
Bur still moving on
My days here have been long
Filled with misery
My boss seems like she's out to get me
Where is my drink
To deal with this pain
At times, my life seems like a game
Still pushing on
Freedom is my song
Until they lay me to rest
My life remains work in progress

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Oh Poor Cable Man

Stomp Stomp 
Why are stomping?
You don't even live here!
Mutter Mutter
Would you stop muttering?
It's not making yourself look too sane
Stomp Stomp Skip
Watch out for that boot toe
We wouldn't want you falling on your crazy face
Mutter Mutter Curse Word
Hey Hey now! Don't make me kick you
Do you think I like your butt being here? There are things to do
Stomp Stomp
Oh, now you want to talk decently?
"This should fix everything - You're getting an amplifier"
Mutter Mutter
Now it's I who is muttering
Disagreement This will work for a couple of days
Stomp Mutter
We're both unhappy
This relationship can't continue much longer
Mutter Stomp
Yes I guess I'll call you
See you next week. Buh Bye now
Stomp Stomp 
Oh well hello! You're back
I was worried about you
Mutter Mutter
Hey Hey now! It's not my fault!
you work for them.

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Forgotten Fate

Introduction: For those who’re wandering confused within the lost and found - seeking silence…

Truth be never futile Stay and see awhile, Call back your forgotten dreams And feel that frozen smile, Linger of Love be worth eternal wait; When the time is right – That verity we do still hate And later we wind up too late, There forth we get lost in fate We get bemused with our innate That we can’t still relate, Don’t take on yourself as bate As never you trust an inmate, Our hopes and thoughts they fade away And we just see closed gates, So slay the lies, dig up the truth Someday you shall find, your forgotten fate…

Details | Narrative | |

Same Time, Same Place...

Same time
Same place
Different color
Of the face

Same K-12 system
Same university
Different college
Who gained 
More knowledge?
Who excelled?
Who got more hell?

Same job
Same school
Same students
Same certification
Different degrees

Who stayed 
On their knees?
Both of us
Yes, indeed.
Who achieved
Well let’s see!

Same time
Same place
Different color
Of the face
I made it 
By God’s grace
You are 
A Satanic disgrace.

You are the
Face of hateful
I settle for
None of your
Fallacious foolishness
And malicious mediocrity.

Same hometown
I keep it real
You a damn clown
God’s giving you 
A furious frown

A lazy witch
Probably born rich
Living in the sticks
Killing nature’s beauty
Just to get away
From people like me
An earth killer
Fake teacher
And destiny stealer
A true thriller
Makin fake scrilla

I worked hard
While you pressed bricks
Storing awful ATP
To make sure
You got the best of me
And people from my 

My adenosine triphosphate (ATP)
From glycolysis in my body
After Krebs cycle
Gives off love
While yours come
From hate
We’ve had the same bodily
Processes similar chemical makeup
I just have more melanin
You act the way you act 
Because of your grandfather’s mistakes

 I hate to see your fate 
If you don’t change
You are devilish
And deranged
I know your game
Your name
We’re from the same turf
You and I 
Are carbon based products
One tries hard daily to be just
So that when the minister
Says ashes to ashes
And dust to dust
That I get the reward
I deserve
You got my reward
I still work hard
Detests the enemy

It ain’t fair 
That we walked in the same place
Respect you received
And hate slapped me in the face
Walking around with on your face
Did a dissertation on me
If I looked like you 
With my knowledge 
At 23 I would have had
Ten PhD’s.

Girl please you got the nasty woman disease
Get on your knees for the right reas’
Pray to us Jes’
Save me from being a real bigot
And sometimes on the sly
Help me to love you
And all your creatures
And accept diversity

You need help with that dirty blond hair
Pony tails sticking in the air
Depicting your true savior 
Not mine that will catch the one’s
That are still alive and in Him 
Up in the midair.

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Empathy Hostage

sometimes I just want to say

your life is yours to keep or throw away

When you want me to make up the rules

to a game I don't know how to play

Don't know what I'm supposed to do

to keep you safe from that thing called you

If everything you say is true

You're gonna do it anyway

Am I the only one that's gonna cry
when you finally get the guts to die

Do you just need someone to say goodbye

Or someone to talk ya down

I know you're hurting desperately

I know you're ready for eternity'

Does it help to know that you're hurting me

since I'm the only one around

Oh tell me that you feel better now,

that we can talk and work it out some how

Won't you tell me that you found a way

take a deep breath and see another day

Did you pick me out so I could be

The one who stands staring helplessly

the lucky lucky man who gets to see

Just how serious you are

Well I hope you know you're being cruel

to choose a poor empathetic fool

to watch you do that thing you're gonna do

You finally get to be the star

oh tell me that you feel better now

that we can talk and work it out some how

won't you tell me that you found a way

take a deep breath and live another day

will it be a razor blade or gun

perhaps a nice high dive would be more fun

The pills are painless when the day is done

since I'm the one who gets to feel

Go ahead and make it quick and clean

if not for me it would be sight unseen

God how I wish I had a time machine

to take you back when you were real

Oh tell me that you feel better now

that we can talk and work it out somehow

Oh won't you tell me that you found a way

Take a deep breath and breathe another day

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We Are Not Artificial We Are Legion

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

Details | Cowboy | |

Rancher, Ranch Hand, Cowboy, Cowhand PART 1

I have a name for my husband. One that can be repeated.  I call him cowboy. But 
he tells me I am wrong. He never redeoed, nor a Saturday night cowboy was he. 
And he was way to young for the cattle drives of history. Born on his father’s 
homestead in Nebraska sandhill land. He started working full time on a ranch as 
a lad of fourteen. All of the work they did back then was done with horses and 
teams. True cars were around in ‘45, but tractors were hard to be found. So for 8 
years he proudly worked on the famous 101 Nebraska ranch. In l9 hundred and 
57 I started teaching up there. When my teaching job was done the cowboy and 
the teacher became as one. I moved up the beautiful valley to the ranch where he 
did work and don’t laugh I then became the cook. And while we worked we kept 
our eyes and ears open for a ranch of our own. At last we were blessed with the 
ranch of our dreams on the Rosebud Reservation in South Dakota Land.

Details | Quatrain | |

Independent with People

We are independent with people on earth
Our mortal angels are always there to assist us
But, we can never be independent in everything
God is our everything


Details | Free verse | |

Under Appreciated

Every day,
I fight to be heard.
My thoughts and ideas,
Over shadowed by male pride.
My suggestions and solutions to problems get used,
But only, when they are repeated by a man.
It's as if I am that little voice in their head.
The one they ignore at first.
It is so easy for them to fill my plate,
Expecting the work to get done.
But not acknowledging the work I do.

Details | Rhyme | |

No Chance Experience

Finding a job is hard to do
Employers will just look at you
Never giving you a chance
Without any experience
This is wrong-- it aint no lie
Never letting someone try
And seeing what you might find
If they were just given time
To learn and start to really grow
As their skills begin to show
Working hard right from the start
And proving what is in their heart
A smile you will always see
For this opportunity
So please don't turn someone away
Who hasn't worked a single day
When employers always choose
To follow all these job skill rules
Not stopping to realize
This first timer before their eyes
Just might be a shining star
And go very very far

This was written because my children are going through this right now.  They can't get a job with no experience, and they can't get experience with out a job.  Its a never ending battle.

Details | Cinqku | |

At Dusk

Work people.
The world owns me.
I belong to myself
At dusk. 

Details | Narrative | |

lurking to Lure

A successful man with a beautiful wife,
Three great kids, loves God and his life,
Goes into work every single day,
Loyal to his beliefs and makes an extraordinary pay,
He married real young, did the right thing,
A good looking man, always wearing his wedding ring,
But a woman in the office next door
Has been working late too and is looking to score,
She admires his rarity and is attracted to his charm,
Lately she has been asking for help on her assignments,
what’s the harm?
They have become friends and her luring begins,
This man doesn’t realize she has begun to infringe,
He has opened a door to the wrong kind,
While he's speaking his heart, she’s picking his mind,
Now instead of sharing his tension with his lovely mate,
He can’t wait to get to work and talk to her until late,
His wife can tell there’s been a shift in their communication,
She asks him if everything is alright with a slight hesitation,
But he quickly snaps back that he’s fine and just tired,
This happens all week and fights begin to transpire,
He begins to tell his venomous new pal,
She comforts him sweetly, she’s quite the gal,
Weeks later he comes to work stressed and depressed,
It happens to be the night she is wearing a silky black dress,
After going over a case accompanied with a few glasses of red wine,
Their relationship spirals into whats no longer benign,
In one evening everything this man has worked so hard for,
Vanishes, as his wife shows up with dinner 
and opens his office door.

Details | Light Poetry | |

A Hammer

A hammer is just a wonderful tool
That can be used by an expert or a fool
For an object's construction
or for its destruction
But with it,
should the hammer strike a digit,
it would be cursed with a shout
by even those who are morally stout.

Details | Free verse | |

Born to win

Holistic healing
Wholeness, meaning
Success, greatness
Glory, legacy
Requires the work
Of a great work.

The work of a great work
Is the work of a great man 
In a great child
A great man
Has will, skill and wisdom
A great child
Has innocence 
And divine guidance.

To live meaningfully  is to:
Stand firm amidst friction 
Sand firm amidst frustration
It is to meet harder time
With harder will
It  is to have a laser focus goal
That wakes you up early
That keeps you awake late
A goal that reminds you
That you are born to win.

Details | Haiku | |


Trekking under the 
Sun, toiling for my money
She awaits to spend.

Details | I do not know? | |

City Life for The Masses

The loo enters during summers,
The chill penetrates in the winters
The ceiling leaks during monsoons,
The mosquitoes sting like harpoons
Came to the city with many dreams
From the lands of plains, valleys & streams
Came to the city, to earn a living, with wishes
The mirage of untold, unforeseen riches
(The City) Pulled them into its greedy claws,
Hiding it’s own weaknesses, it’s flaws
What have they become here, now?
Forced to make their heads bow,
As a driver, sweeper or domestic help
Confined to their lowly class, like a slave’s whelp
Ridiculed, raped, beaten, manipulated
Was it in their fate, to be cheated?
Were they not happy, in their valleys, their farms?
What drove them to the city, in great swarms?
Will they ever go back, escape?
Or will the city life forever hold them agape?

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

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Hour of chaos

Since the prime ministers seat is a cosy myth much like the presidents, 
would it be such a bad thing to give power back to the residents. 
Money and power buy the election, 
wouldn't it be nice to have a selection.. 
Like a truely middle class citizen showing imperfections. 
With some heart and conviction, just a little affection.
Too little to late the endgame won't wait for no-one, 
Its been a straight forward assult from an all seeing occult.
If ya ask me its too late to revolt.In economic crisis engineered to collapse, 
so we accept a world central bank no asks. 
Bringing forth the central authority from behind the curtian. 
I know, I know. I can't be certain.
Can't believe everything I read!
That's a diversion, back on track before ya get mis-directed.
Its a viscious cycle following signs that keep us "protected". 
Controlled.. for a better word. 
Ya don't gotta be a detective to work it out. 
No shhh! Sherlock was fictional. doubt! My work. 
I ain't in it for the perks. 
This is blood sweat and tears and ya can take my shirt. 
I got nothing to lose and the gains are worthless unless people feel my endless verses. The math is easy, believe me 7 billion minus the greasy at the top of the pyramid system. Nothing more would please me than too share in the wisdom. 
Money don't mean *****when it comes to kiss them. 
If we extended that love we'd break the prison. 
We lock ourselves in. We give into traditions, use it one day and create ambitions. 
Hardly ever stuck too cos there rash decisions. 
I could say hey! **** you! But I respect your feelings. 
Wonder if ya read this far, sorry for the incisions. 
Sharp and pointy every word inserted with precision.
I try to keep it punctual when writing a rhyme but i'm more about functional and i don't got time to dwell on a lunchable while they implement crimes like a microchiped society, ya like no shhh! Ya lieing lee. I'm like no shhh! 
A variety of things are due to change. 
A brand new era breathes its name. 
Its a movement and we're thoroughly entertained. 
Some work hard while others play the game. 
Don't hate the players they'll put ya to shame. 
With or against. Victimiser or victim. Is there a middle ground in my depiction? 
If i had the power their would be no afflictions. 
This has been a chaotic hour writing this description. 
Maybe i'm psychotic nowadays using no incryption. 
Acting all neurotic not hiding my inscriptions. 
Thought i'd best write it down, I knew ya wouldn't listen. 
Everyone has they own agenda, a point that shudn't go missing.

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Changing Career at 30

There I was reaching thirty
just been widowed year before
now the work place was to close
redundancy now at my door

But friend told me of a vacancy
at local wholesalers for food buyer
so few months before work closing
went for interview before got fire

So got the job at wholesaler
made redundant on the Friday
start Monday as a buyer
in continued employment I did stay

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the workplace threat assessor

sitting down at their desk
they open up the manila folder of the recently
“let go” & 
muster up the audacity 
to draw up a psychological profile of said individuals
based on what little had been documented of the personal lives 
of these ex-employees &
the work history which was exemplified
prior to being cast out
into the garbage can 
(the US labor pool).

still to this day,
s/he finds it interesting that those who fill a gym bag with
weapons &
then walk into their past place of employment with a list &
a trigger-happy finger,
were laid off or fired
a few days before.

it makes you wonder if the threat assessor has ever been fired,
laid off or “let go” from a job---
certainly they take their place with the movers & the shakers in this country
who get to choose when they leave 
as opposed to getting flushed down the toilet.

the workplace threat assessor may be able to pinpoint 
who caused said workers the most frustration,
they may even be able to make a list of those most likely to be
targeted, if anything went haywire,
outside the place of work,
they are useless.

why the authority figures at corporations or 
head honchos at smaller places of employment 
feel that they are somehow untouchable,
simply because they have an assessor working for them
at the work place,
should amaze the rest of us.

if you contribute to the destruction of one’s life,
then you may feel the boomerang come back around &
slam you right in the neck---
and it is especially easy to act so impulsively 
when you have nothing to lose,
now that everything has been taken away.

Details | Rhyme | |

The Doctor

Don't struggle; this will calm you down,
It's rather potent stuff,
And then take these ones once a day,
For they turn your teardrops off,

Same for these ones, once a day,
They numb all your emotions,
And that headache's purely physical,
Just try rubbing in these lotions,

I'm not sure why you're having trouble
Getting to sleep at night,
No worries, I've got tablets for that,
Just try them out tonight,

Will that be all? I've got a lot
Of patients to see today,
Just pump yourself full of pills,
Then get out and go away.

Details | I do not know? | |

Who are These People Pt 3

who are these people?
where did they come from?
they seem so primitive.
so, incapable.
primitive humans without a foundation of language I feel were smarter and more able 
then these people.
these years of technological advancement, and inventions, have made the mass 
population stupid, and incompetent.
washing machines, dishwashers, the T.V, microwaves, plus....
hollywood magazines, fashion, consumerism and advertisements, whats in, whos out, 
materials, greed, toxic governments and polluted political powers, 
the building of nations through controlled influences and exposure
music, media, movies and more
the conditioning of the human population,  to be drones, to be mindless chickens who 
flock together only because they are afraid, 
to be zombies who fall in line without question, to be puppets, to be individually stripped of 
all human rights
to create and condition organic emotional humans into dull mechanical robotical children
that do what they're told, programmed to be obedient
like computer software was surgically inserted into the brains of infants at birth, to be
tracked, geographically speaking
and to be numbered for identification purposes within the system 
the system that collects our information, our bank statements, our internet passwords, 
our logins, our logouts
our emails, our instant messages, our cell phone conversations, our work hours, our credit 
rating, our mortgage.
its already happening. microchips being implanted under the skin of babys
its no wonder this world has gone crazy, mad, insane, ludacris.

Details | Rhyme | |

Suicide Is Not the Answer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton   2012

Details | Light Poetry | |


              Kipling's Cheaters

      You may talk of cheatin' lawyers
      You may talk of cheatin' wives
      But you’ve not been touched
      By the cheaten' kiss
      ‘Til an African steals your life.
      They cheat you down the highway
      Steal the very road
      And when they’ve got
      Your mother’s dime
      They’ll steal your
      Very soul.

     The first time I got taken
     It was a simple thing 
     I bought a round trip ticket
     A short cruise topped the bling
     But later in Nairobi 
     When planning my return
     I found the ticket agent
     Had cashed the thing and run.

     So forced to work my way home
     I looked for good employ
     A well known college hired me
     For work I did enjoy.
     The first month past with no pay
     And then another two
     And when I asked for wages
     They laughed and  said “ So SUE”

     So angry was I at them
     I pouted and I screamed--
     Never did imagine
     To be so roundly schemed!
     Love letters I was getting
     In piles from handsome men
     it cheered me up a bit
     to make romantic plans
     But what it was they wanted 
     was not my sweet caress 
     I was just their
     their passport
     to travel to U. S.
     I took another job next,
     A bio chemist’s plan--
     He wanted me to write a grant
     For AIDS surviving clans.
     I wrote all day and night then,
     The mission was so grand!
     He emptied out the bank account
     And left me with the pen.

     So tell me you’ve been cheated
     Excuse me, if you please--
     For 'til you’ve been to Africa
     You're still a babe to fleece.

Jan 20, 2013

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Gimme a chance to show you

While temperature soars to high degrees,
there’s still a group of people waiting;
trying to get into the afternoon show,
a theatrical play deemed with recognition. 

For me it’s a common thing to think about it,
when one has to be there for a good reason;
bringing to the fore a gesture of a good person
with great appreciation to culture and pleasure.

Summer season is indeed a time to explore,
travel, entertainment, arts and culture;
Many in today’s options can really tell
that one has to enjoy and savor the season.

Again, in places like California or Southern region,
there are opportunities to experience cultures,
Mexican, Asian, African or even European,
the contention is to acquire a good relation.

Dialogue of cultures can be seen through interaction,
especially in cuisine or lifestyle in a particular zone
where predominantly an ethnic background wanders
like a Pentecost of gifts and festival of relationships.

As economy hiccups and people don’t get much,
many opt to embark on new things that promise more;
life in production, or work in any construction
that’s a way to avoid - crowding through one option.

Through integration and the work of appreciation,
richness in cultures, embrace of care or dream of a future,
these are valuable things to employ in certain actions
with these interpretations that generate comprehension.

Kudos to so many people of different cultures
their gifts shared in various disciplines and works;
each in diverse call represents the message of love
that whatever we do, we shall have that love too.

Details | Narrative | |

Fairy Tale - Part 3b

The blizzard had past and with it the wind. 
In the sunshine she surveyed the rubble. 
She thought she should smile 
But snow made her shiver 
And the dream felt like something she couldn’t not feel 
And the mailman and mama and girls in white dresses were too far away 
For her face to cause them discomfort disguised as disapproval.

So she didn’t smile 
And instead became aware 
That the snow lingering on her nose and eyelashes 
Was melting in streams down her cheeks.

If only, if only 
The voice still it beckoned

About to rise to continue her quest 
She heard a distant melody approaching 
Reedy, alto and minor 
Played by a stranger in a woolen poncho and leather boots 
Flanked by a hound in a jewel studded collar. 
As he neared, he slid the music maker into its holder on his belt, 
Commanded the hound be still, 
And proceeded to silently clean up the rubble 
As she sat watching with streams on her cheeks.

She heard the entreating ‘if only’ still calling 
But after some moments of watching him work 
In graceful, efficiency, completely soundless 
She no longer heeded the call 
And though it continued 
After a while 
She didn’t hear it at all.

He finished his work 
And drew from his pocket a perfectly soft bandana. 
With a tear in his eye 
And the gentlest of smiles 
Wiped the snow from her lashes. 
And gave her a rose. 
‘Here, love’

Looking down at the petals she saw a drop 
And in it her perfect reflection. 
With tears still streaming she felt like smiling. 
‘Thank you, love’ she said 
In her own voice 
The voice of her dream.

Details | Rhyme | |

The Weekly Grind

Sunday night quickly becomes Monday morning
This happens with little or no warning
The week ahead is on my mind
Day one of five of the weekly grind
A two-day weekend is not enough to unwind

Another week working for the man
Simply surviving till the weekend is my plan
Hurrying to clock in by eight
Running from the station because the train was late

Work for four hours then lunch from twelve to one
Eating alone is not much fun
Four hours pass and I clock off at five
Thought boredom would kill me but am still alive

Monday and Tuesday
Are no different to Wednesday and Thursday
At least Friday means only one more day to last
And four of the five days of grind are in the past

I arrive home to the question of what did you do today
The response is simply the same as yesterday
Its always the same crap just a different day
It’s time to question this weekly grind I say

I refuse to be a prisoner of the weekly grind
Knowing of it and doing nothing is choosing to be blind
This is not a good enough life
My resentment towards the grind is rife

When I think about how much time is consumed by the grind
It truly blows my mind
If you have a day off from the grind
A day’s wages is lost as if you have been fined

The grind is so important in terms of money
Like a bee is to a flower or the production of honey
There must be other ways to make some cash
Without having to face the weekly grind and its heavy bash

My dream is to be something more
Am not interested in 9-5 or 8-4
Perhaps my words will someday provide some wealth
But if it doesn’t at least I will have my health

With no grind I would have so much more time
Time to be creative, time to rhyme
The ability to sleep in whenever I need
Not having to contribute to our big corporation greed

A farewell to the weekly grind I shall give
You will always be there but for now I choose to live
I don’t want to be caught up in the rat race
My life for the moment needs a different pace

No longer will I be a victim of the weekly grind
To the weekly grind I simply say kiss my behind

Details | Light Poetry | |

Good News Just in Time

There was ominous writing on the wall. It appeared to be our last call. We nearly came to an abrupt downfall. However, new hope came just in time. Back up the ladder of life we can climb. They called me back to work today. That was enough good news to make our day. Inspired by another member's poem

Details | Rhyme | |

Introduction to Poetry

I had a fifth grade teacher named Mrs. Eastwood. What she did for me was something very good. I can recall from my long vivid memory, that she was the teacher who introduced me to poetry. She gave us an assignment to compose an anthology. My work included poems by others as well as me. The seeds were planted way back in fifth grade. What a great impression on me this teacher made. What started as an acorn had grown into an oak. However, that big tree went up in smoke. My old man threw my work out without a second thought. His action would leave me disappointed and distraught.

Details | Concrete | |

Stop Fighting -Start Living

The earthly worldly beauty creation-
All started with a blunt explosion;
Came from the 'Heaven' the life sustaining precipitation,
God made the earth with a peaceful notion .

But the dream is flouted by present 'Times'-
The devastating weapons are being made by 'nines'-
Like a sweelling river during flood, are incresing today's crimes-
All these are a great threat to the worldly fines.

Peace is the need of the hour,
Disturbances are filling the bower-
Crimes are rising like unseen towers,
Oh! God protect us with your blessing's shower.

USA, Russia, Iraq, Afganistan,
India, China, Iran and Pakistan,
All are busy fighting with guns,
Millions are losing their near and dear one's;
And it would soon blacken the golden gleam of the sun.

Stop the fight ! Stop the fight!
Nations stop showing youer individual might;
Do not let the bird of peace out of sight;
Dawn upon mind the peaceful light;
Come down from the rivalry height'
Stop the fight ! Stop the fight!

Details | Quatrain | |

Saint Paul, Witness of Hope

St. Paul immersed in difficulties
Trials of various kinds
Wrote to his disciple Timothy
Must go back with Risen Jesus to Damascus

Follower the Law of Moses
Determined to fight
Every means
Even kill those regarded God’s enemies

On the way to Damascus
To arrest followers of Christ
Was blinded by mysterious light
Heard himself called by name

Saul, Saul, 
“Why do you persecute Me?”
Fell to the ground, asking
“Who are you, Lord?”

“I am Jesus
Whom you are persecuting” (Acts 9:3-5)
After encounter
His life changed dramatically 

He received baptism to Paul
Became Apostle of the Gospel
Inwardly Transformed by Divine love
Had met in the person of Jesus Christ

He wrote “Life I now live, in the flesh I live by the Son of God”
Who loved me and gave Himself to me
From being a persecutor
He became a witness and a missionary

Founded Christian Community
In Asia Minor and Greece
Travelled thousands of miles among all kinds of dangers
His martyrdom is all for the love of Christ

Details | Free verse | |

Fighting for Survival

He went away for a while 
now returning from military service,
things were different—changed!
Businesses closed and jobs scarce.

Then he asked, “Where are the jobs?
Where are the factories and businesses?”
They told him: 
“cheaper labor was found,
operating cost was less in other places,
they had gone south…
and overseas.”

“But what about the people?
Moms, dads, brothers, sisters, sons,
daughters, husbands and wives?
What will they do now?”
“They will find another way!”
They told him.

The factories and jobs are gone
moved to a different place
they were fighting to stay afloat
struggling to make a profit.

He thought,
“This is like our men and women,
wearing the uniform,
in a different place and time,
Fighting for survival!”

Dedicated to our men and women in uniform on the forefront!

Details | Rhyme | |


In a modern life that is risqué
Pot mentality that grew and grew
One rides upon spacious freeway
With an ungenerous point of view.

The stratus to reach, man’s destiny
A monument to a nation’s pride,
No power to ride, a mutiny
Abrupt anger with every stride.

Man’s achievement to the moon and back
Evolution within outer space
Yet never to make a single track
To greet a new neighbour face to face.

Today’s government wearer of green
Issue a tax to clean up the air,
Everyone knows it’s only a screen
Pollution of the soul to be fair.

Industrial propaganda this
Causing more strife upon work shop floor
Unceasing improvements “Judas Kiss”
Spent work force expert’s, used as a whore.

Corporation fast track the classroom
Certificate of achievement apt,
The seed of naivety to groom
Moulding of world leaders to adapt.

The same classroom so full of knowledge?
Production “Just in Time’ to attain
Robots in abundance this college
The power to wait to ascertain.

Life today measured by the Hero
Big men acting out their movie
Reduce common trauma to zero
These small characters, not so groovy.

Today’s annual assets augment
One’s skill atoned to make a living,
The ease of earthly values well spent
This cycle of life unforgiving!

Copyright Harry J Horsman  2010

Details | I do not know? | |

The Price of Faith 11122011


MY FATHER’S FAMILY left Russia in 1917
At the urging of their parish priest
“If you want to keep your children safe in the faith
Go to America!”

German-Speaking Russians
Soon afterward their 13 year old daughter
Margaret had been raised in the Church
The Family continued to trust in God

Today we honor St. Josaphat, patron of the Ukraine
He was a man who loved his country
Loved his Church even more
Speaking courageously about unity with Rome at a time of schism and division
His bold stand eventually cost him his life

St. Josaphat
Like Margaret’s family, reminds us 
That trust in God
Is the only source of true safety

Wisdom 18:14-16; 19:6-9 * Psalm 10:2-3, 36-37, 42-43
Luke 18:1-8

Details | Senryu | |


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

Details | Quatrain | |

What does Christian mean

Christian, a baptized person
To believe all that Christ has taught
To do all that He has commanded
As necessary for our salvation

Details | Free verse | |

Two, In Love

The candle glowed and cast shadows upon the bare wall
As the two met after dinner and their associated chores
The farm work made them tired, but not too tired to enjoy
As together, they embraced and traced their faces, in love

As the two met after dinner and their associated chores
They fell, collapsing into their lover’s arms, for pleasure
Each day separates them in body, leaving hearts as one
Ready to feel the presence of each other at the end of day
The farm work made them tired, but not too tired to enjoy
As they both looked forward to their quiet time of love
Love through looks, through touch, through just being
Through the music of their hearts as they play a symphony

As together, they embraced and traced their faces, in love
Knowing each others visage, there, only for each other
Accepting every flaw, for with it came perfection, softness
The undying pleasure knowing that together they made a life

Details | Verse | |

The Giro's Run Out Again

Sixty measly quid
To last me a whole week
A victim of Broken Britain
My misery’s at its peak 

Stripped of my dignity
Powers on the wane
Surviving on frozen fish fingers
The giro’s run out again

Three quid on that lousy nag
No sweeties for the wean
My 4-1 shot pipped at the post
The giro’s run out again

Resistance is futile
Who listens when we complain?
No manifesto for the masses
The giro’s run out again 

In the bleak midwinter
British Gas pile on the pain
Prices up by 18 per cent
The giro’s run out again

Suicide seems the only way out
As I walk home in the rain
When will this misery ever end?
The giro’s run out again

Details | Rhyme | |

Rich Man's Frame of Mind

oh, so you call me filthy rich,
      blame me for your fate in the ditch,
and then you tell me to detour
      for the sake of you, lazy poor
from all the paths of cruel greed
      and hand to you your every need,
that I must practice charity,
      that mercy be my cup of tea;

but, why should I take care of you?
      I've toiled so hard, I've earned my due,
while you sit, spit and waste your time
      telling folks I stole your last dime,
how dare you, lousy lazybones
      claim as yours what I truly own,
only by the sweat of my brow
      I've become truly rich, that's how;

and then you talk of human rights
      while you just live as parasites,
sucking hard on society's guilt,
      playing victims up to the hilt,
thriving well on hypocrisy,
      your vices have no secrecy,
why don't you live within your means
      and work real hard behind the scenes?

don't scream about equality,
      life's unfair, that's reality,
just do the very best you can
      to truly be a working man,
productive work and mind, said Marx,
      beget the humanizing sparks,
self-worth and self-respect, said Rand,
      can make this place a better land!

Details | Free verse | |

Wood Planes

The hinge squeaked when I entered. 
I found the string to click the light. 
I knew where it was even in the dark, 
even after so many years. 

This shop takes me back to days with my grandfather. 
The smell of fresh wood, 
and on the shelf above 
the well worn work bench, sits the wood planes. 
A half dozen of the finest wood tools ever made. 

The fine woods that spoke shave has homed 
the many table legs, the chair backs of oak, ash, and maple 
it has rounded and shaped, 
in my grandfathers hands. 

Light breaks on the block plane small delicate 
with a narrow side grip. I watched that old man 
smooth the edge of doors and windows that even 
to this day fit like leather on a cow’s back. 
He taught me how to keep it straight. 

That jack plane is older than I and sharper than 
a tin-whistle to a dog’s ear. How he could make it sing 
I watched him, when I was little, each stroke smooth, 
straight and on the number. The touch of a true master, 
never hurried, always knew what he was doing and why. 

Stanley No. 32 transitional jointer plane (26 inches long) 
the work turned out by that master plane. 
His eye on the line and each push throwing curly fibers 
out the mouth, long strips of near paper thin shavings 
falling to the workshop floor, with his sweat. 

Now they are mine, he left them to me, I don’t know why. 
I could never use them, not like he could, all I ever wanted 
was his touch with the wood, his cutting directions, 
and sharp love that sculptured the heart of a grandson.

Details | Rhyme | |

No Time

He knelt to pray, but not for long
He had so much to do
To work all day, he had to go
For bills would soon be due

To busy all day, he had no time
To help the child who'd fallen
No time to return the messages
Of friends who had been callin'

At home the children wait all day
For their daddy to play ball
No time, no time, there's work to do
For leaves are soon to fall

Now church is over, its time to go
No need to stick around
No time for all this foolish talk
I need to till the ground

No time for God, no time for friends
No time to dare and do
Don't give the ones you love so much
The one thing this man knew - no time

Details | Light Poetry | |

Perpetual Strife

In order to live his life each day, the poor man has to earn his way. For time and energy, he gets meager pay. What does he receive for each day spent? Not much more is left after paying the rent. How can he make a living somehow, when he is stuck with a dry milk cow? These are just a few things to encounter in life. It seems like dealing with perpetual strife. inspired by another member's poem

Details | Quatrain | |

Is Jesus Christ more than one person and what do we mean by that

Jesus Christ is one in 3 Divine Persons
God the Father
God the Son and
God the Holy Spirit (Ghost)


Details | ABC | |

Fish Do Drown And Monkeys Do Fall From Trees

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

Details | Rhyme | |

Do YOU Feel LIke You're Up Against The Wall

Do you feel like "you'e 
life's under a curse?"
That things in life "just couldn't 
get any worse..."

Do you feel like "everything's been taken?"
You're all alone... And have
 been forsaken...

Do you feel like God has 
"turned his back on you?"
You don't know what "in the world 
you're going to do..."

Do you feel like no one's
 listening to what you say?
You don't feel like you can make 
it through another day.

If you feel this way...  I've good news to bring!
Jesus is here now!  Waiting to fix everything!

Perhaps you feel like you've
 hit a "dead end."
There is one who is waiting to be your friend.

Do you feel there's no 
real hope or a chance?
Jesus can change 
your circumstance!

He feels all of your troubles, trials and pain.
And is here now...  Why not call on his name?

Feel his goodness and let 
him restore our soul.
He'll bring peace to your life 
and make you whole!

Feed on his word... And let his spirit in.
He'll meet all of your needs again and again!

In God's direction is where your 
life needs to be leaning...
For only he can bring true 
hope & meaning! 

By Jim Pemberton

Details | Dramatic Verse | |


If you want to be a writer, you might as well forget money, forget richness, forget happiness, the ink pierces your skin- in, out, in, out, such a pattern of mourning- it strips all pride in hopes you'll quit- give up- like they all do. You might as well sign the contract of death- to die before any work-if that even is published, or merely acknowledged. The steps of becoming one with the pen, and page- begin with hurt there's no way you can achieve a smile when a thousand doubts are slapping your face. Mocking you so you're locked up in your own world- without a key. The pity emphasizes the fact you're unknown and from that you always will be hopes and dreams are stomped on while you continue to change the world with a single line- 7 syllables; I want to be a writer. Well of course you do- but can you run through the eternal disaster? Hoping you get through without a single scar single scratch, blood only kept within. That's the defining moment- blood seeping through- searing feeling of the climax and then it all ends.

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My Business Is Today

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

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

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

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

My business is today 

Details | I do not know? | |

Loves Winding Road

Sometimes you make me feel special,
And sometimes like a failer,
However, I keep being with you cause I love you,
And care about you no matter the faults,
Or friendship has been strong,
For so long that I feel this could be true.

Never give up on the one sure thing you have,
Because if you do,
You may regret it later,
For time always brings back memories of your past,
And your forgotten loves,
Make you wonder why it didn't happen,
Or what could have been,
And if it could have been better.

Always put your heart and soul into each relationship,
And make it work at any cost,
Because if you don't you may make them a past relationship,
Without trying too,
Even with all their faults and all the hard times,
Always look past the bad,
And work past the rough roads,
Because if you don't someone always gets hurt,
And remains blue.

Details | Quatrain | |

New Testament

The second part of the complete bible
It contains the specifically Christian Texts
Namely the Gospels, the Acts of the apostles
Fourteen letter written by Paul, Seven Catholic letters and Revelation


Details | ABC | |

Dream Not Come True

Holding on to years 
Gone by kneeling pleading 
To  the younger years for what would
Be a broken future 
Poor broken dreams

Poor me nothing to show
For all the hard work 
Minimum  wage for no knowledge 
Drop out sweaty for head  tired feet 
Head so heavy to rest 

Poor broken dreams 
No way to see come true
Same cycle spinning like a web 
Of mistakes a little to late to learn
As time is racing against me 
Is no wonder I am stuck 
In this would be dream 

Poor me nothing to show 
Reliving the would be dream
Feeling sorry for a bad out bringing 
For the weakness no drive so easy to give up
And not try 
Just getting by day by day 
Pay check to pay check 
With nothing to show for the hard work 
Half a life time dream to proud to beg 
Head held high for trying to make 
A dollar out of fifty cents 
Bad choices coast a life time of broken dreams relived 

Details | I do not know? | |

Gentle Hands, Calloused Hands

Dawdling outside the house tightly clutching the brown paper bag 
Full of penny candy my father had purchased for me with a quarter
I heard mother calling
Supper always spoiled my sweet delights, but I didn’t mind
Homemade biscuits with jam ever ready to take their place

The first time I ever noticed dads hands was at the kitchen table
Strong enough to work a garden, build our modest home, 
Yet gentle enough to pat my back when I excelled

When there were no jobs in our Louisiana home state
daddy would take our family of six and find work elsewhere
Texas, California and Colorado...state of my birth

I watched my dad’s hands as he cleaned the fish from our weekend excursions
camping on the river; boat tied to one of the Cyprus knees
Hands that were never still...always busy
They picked me up when I was hurt, I felt their strength 
Hands that guided me...gentle hands...calloused hands

Daddy never considered his way perfect, but fair
Never worked to gain great riches, 
but always made sure we had everything we needed

Today is his seventy-ninth birthday, he always says he doesn’t need anything
My siblings and I will be taking him out to eat tonight
I will notice his hands once again, now calloused and noticeably wrinkled with age,
We’ll cherish our time together 

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pick up the torch

had Julian been even a sparkle in his 
mom’s eyes
when Ray put the pen to Fahrenheit 451,
one might have witness the light being 
straight from one hand to the next---
from Zamyatin to 
Huxley & from Huxley to
Orwell & from Orwell to
Mr. Bradbury & from Mr. Bradbury to
Burgess, from Burgess to Atwood &
onward &
as one picks up the torch,
cranking the floodlights on the 
dastardly deeds of the empire at hand
12 more flick on their lighters,
17 more strike matches &
light candles, whilst the flashlights,
the spotlights, the headlights,
the energy saving sunlight bulbs &
even the bug lights,
all spread like rampant wildfire
throughout the world,
continuing the tradition
(one of the few worth keeping)---
Julian & Wikileaks, Anonymous &
should not be assaulted but instead
hailed for what they are doing, 
as the work they are producing is
of immeasurable value to our species---
they all run with the flame burning bright &
though idiots across the board still
buy into the propaganda peddled by the
masters spending $5 billion a year in
the campaign to brainwash more of us
citizens into
we who work in the light
unafraid of these attempts still failing 
miserably on us,
raise our lights in unison
for one day this world will be lit
perpetually, and not the largest 
industrial blower of any kind
promulgated by the powers that be,
will be able to extinguish it.

Details | Rhyme royal | |

Stop Running...

Have you ever heard the birds?
Composing music on the trees
Or listened to the rains
In a cold evening with breeze. 
Time is short,
Don’t run so fast,
Life is not going to last.

Have you told your parents?
That you will meet them tomorrow,
And in the busy days of work,
Forgot them and didn’t see their sorrow.
Time is short,
Don’t run so fast,
Life is not going to last.

Have you let a friendship die?
Simply because you have not time to say “Hi”,
Or someone asked you “How are you”,
And you didn’t find time to reply.
Time is short,
Don’t run so fast,
Life is not going to last.

Have you ever checked your mail?
And found an old friend there,
But in the haste of reaching somewhere,
Didn’t reply and failed to care.
Time is short,
Don’t run so fast,
Life is not going to last.

Have you ever promised someone?
And forgot about it in hurry,
And didn’t find time to apologize,
And got up next day with a new worry.
Time is short,
Don’t run so fast,
Life is not going to last.

Did you ever feel the morning bliss?
And felt like your day is made,
Or simply went to office as usual,
And slogged there for getting paid.
Time is short,
Don’t run so fast,
Life is not going to last.

Did you ever take a day off?
From your daily chores to rest,
Or simply went on running each day,
As though you are on a quest.
Time is short,
Don’t run so fast,
Life is not going to last.

How far will you go my friend?
Every road here has an end,
So better halt now and look around,
And try to hear your hearts sound.
Stop running now,
Before you tell yourself,
Life has ended, I don’t know how.

Details | Haiku | |


- Question
Speech recognition,
It is normal to ask why…
Dark disposition.

- James Bond
Tic toc of the clock,
It is happy hour now…
Shaken not stirred, please.

- Pressure
To many meetings,
Claustrophobia sets in…
It’s time for a break.

- The Man
Work all day, for what?
The days are getting shorter…
Who said work is dumb?

...(Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall)

Details | I do not know? | |

A true Story

Have you ever got hand-me-down
and  had to wear the same clothes every week 
Have you ever been left out in the rain for hours at a time
and they call and say they will be there in a sec beacuse they forgot about u
Have you ever got pick on because you were fat or a different color
and because they think you dont fit in or belong here
Have you ever work so hard 
and every dime you work for got tooking away
Have you ever had  a story to tell
That really need to be told
Well I do 
and it much more 
You will never know where some one come from 
By looking at them
But there is always someone who have it worse then you do

Details | Senryu | |


While I stand and watch
Nothing important happens
As clouds pass over

Details | Lyric | |

A Dirty Action

Dirty hands or a dirty mind.
A dirty action works behind.
What is different if we blame?
If we favour them who can find?

Criminal elements are our close,
Who has a duty to matter expose?
 If a person will hide crime, then
Who will feel in society a shame?

Love and affection has more different?
If a killer’s behaviour is misprint.
To work for peace or preference for selfish,
We need crime to punish without any kiss.

It seems hard to wear a responsibility,
We work to survive for decision ability.
A man can’t control if crime is at home,
A man can control if complain has norm.

Details | Rhyme | |

Worker Bees

Indentured servants conscripted
of necessity indispensible
Worker bees once highly valued
now needlessly expendable
No longer deemed unceasingly
eager, pliable or dependable
Subject to fiscal corporate abuse
transparently undeniable
Conspicuously hired deceitfully
fired by means despicable
Abandoned and rejected openly
considered easily recyclable
Ne’er a day can confidently rely
compensation aptly reliable
Weekly warriors overly stressed
superficially innumerable
Constantly considered a variable
inevitably replaceable
Deemed as key to filthy lucre
forever unimaginable
Commodities of a known value
marketed as ever desirable
Simply little engines ever busy
often irreconcilable 
Running to and fro going nowhere
readily interchangeable
Yet resigned to endless service
offerings aptly re-definable
Eager sacrificial lambs no longer
endlessly employable
Pressing onward toward a dream
completely unattainable
Subject to corruptible masters
likewise easily disposable
Victims of illicit corporate avarice
never once regrettable

© Eugene Harvey

Details | Lyric | |

The Act

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

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

The act will pass on
and so will they 
soon enough

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

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

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

Details | Lyric | |


they came here and now 
lingering disappointment 
I feel responsible for saying no 
ruining what everyone used to know 
I guess when you loose control 
you have to take a stand 
because the cattle needs a farmer 
to call in the heard 
to shoot them in the end 
unruly cattle.

Details | Lanterne | |


   streetcar stops
doors open... shut

Details | Free verse | |

Of Cashiers and Cutters

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Details | Quatrain | |

What does incarnation mean and what does redemption mean

Incarnation means act of clothing with flesh
So our Lord clothed 
His divinity with a human body
Redemption means to buy back again


Details | Prose Poetry | |

~ Cry of the Muse ~

Of-gentle beginning-and tender song ... ! That we would gratify love in its truest affection. Stand stead fast- uphold it yield to no other-duty ... ! To-have our-souls' so-identified-unified coexisting- exclusively-mid-this ... . To-live, would I die to give the measure of my-soul- just-to-have this ... once ... ! So place me within, make me the-essence of-the-art- lay me down carry me off- as I would be a child lost amid the grandeur- of its promise ... ! Allow this ink to consume us be the genuine eminence, what we reach-for through the humble virtue, heart-of this quill ... ! So all may view soar higher, and even higher still. Be captured, taken within deep- far and away beyond- the bitter part of this world, into the true benignity, flourishing and forever evolving, amid themselves ... ! Yes help me build me up, mold me-yes- come find me ... ! Trick me friend by slight of hand bend me- yes break me down shatter me again, and again truly I care-not ... ! Fill this paper in-its preparedness ... innocence ... verity, hope ... with the sweet passion elation of our souls ... ! Yes carry me before this-vision ... ! Restrain me-not ... . Set our-soul-free ... ! Please ... ? That we may gratify love-uphold it. Yes yield-then ... only-beauty ... ! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author notes Written to the (Braveheart) theme By: Enya The expression of this poem was written from within the greater depths, of my soul. It was a cry of my muse. The passion beside which I stand and the hope through which I write. The joy we both carry for the other, and peace and faith in each other, in which we abide. Before this writing my muse had taken a vacation. So willing, I am open to suggestion. ~ Thank you for reading this piece of my work ... God bless you ... (The reason that there are Hyphens "so many of them") is because I have a computer that speaks them with a faster and slower and higher and lower pitch of voice, giving a certain kind of ebb-and-flow to the work with a softer more fervent and realistic and consistent tone, when I use the hyphens and other punctuation in the certain places that I do, when in telling it what to do. Allowing it to speak in even a moderate voice if I choose. It sounds very free flowing when I hear it, and I can only hope that you will be able to here it in the same way. Thank you for reading and God bless you ... ~

Details | Free verse | |

The Courier

Spinning spokes upon bustling narrow city streets
A two wheeled mouse amid prowling motorized cats 
Plays games of timing and finely tuned awareness

Sudden bus stops, springing car doors, and Jaywalkers
Each can be found within the dealer’s loaded deck
The sound of coasting, click, click, are barely heard 

© Copyrights G. Jones 2008

Details | Light Poetry | |


This is the man that I am

No need for a detective because I have few mysteries

Whatever you don’t find its trapped somewhere inside my mind

I put my life into words for the whole world to read

I hope you enjoy what you see

A South Korean English teacher by night

An avid writer by day

A helpless romantic somewhere in between

The smile and joy from my students is priceless

Seeing someone enjoy my writings is pretty rewarding as well

I feel that everything in my life is finally going well

From my writings you may find that hard to tell

Sorry I don’t write more fantasies or fables

To convey happy emotions and attract more followers

You are getting my life through my eyes

I don’t have a sweet tooth so I don’t sugarcoat things

I write what I have seen and how it has effected me

My adventures and journeys have been vast

Come with me on this ride

Together we can both be pleasantly surprised

With what I will write

This is the the man that I am

Find more of my writings and poems at

Details | Haiku | |


                                             Dishonor of truth
                                            images of all poses
                                               Mirror is enough

Details | Monoku | |


                                            Realization of reality		
                                                 Harmony in		
                                                 yielding of 		
                                                 Time with	

Details | I do not know? | |

Who are These People Pt 2

who are these people?
where did they come from?
of all the aromas in existence, the foul smell from the mouth of an 87 year old man
who has had gingivitis for 32 years
and has had rheumatoid arthritis in his wrist for the past 23
making it difficult, almost impossible to brush his teeth
is unquestionably the most repulsive characteristic of my job.
the bumpy, but crater filled skin that covers majority of guests
shows the degeneration caused by poor nutritional choices
an overall lack of physical exercise, 
and a lifestyle filled and toxified with consumerism and media injected promotional poison, 
they buy, and buy then buy some more
actually believing that the need the items they purchase
knick knacks, glass coasters, another Friday night dress
more liquor, more cigarettes, more disease, 
another pair of shoes, a DVD, 
consume, consume, consume
till their souls are consumed with materialistic so called needs
a new belt, more beer, more stress another year
buying things to bring gratification , trying to remove the fear
hats, drugs, amusement parks, comedians
sex shops, fancy cars, impulsive desires, 
new computer, new thrill, another method of destruction
years of being killed now can’t even carry on a discussion.

Details | Rhyme | |

Good Will

Work hard while you work

Play good while you play

Hard work and good play

Will pay you some day

Details | Quatrain | |

How did Christ show and prove His divine power

Christ showed and proved His Divine power chiefly by His miracles
Which are extraordinary works that can be performed 
Only by the power received from God
Therefore, His sanction and authority


Details | Rhyme | |

Here I Stand

Here I stand, a lonely man, Aimless wandering with out a plan, Planet Earth is where I roam, The last frontier I call my home, Ever searching for the truth, Growing wiser since my youth, Family and friend are all you need, My advice, I insist, you heed, Though love seems to heal, Make certain that love is real, If it wasn't meant to be, Lock it up and hide the key, Don't let the pain get you down, Someday your key will be found, When that day comes to show, Happiness in you will grow, When it comes to school and work, Try your hardest not to shirk, Pay attention in your class, Don't do your work half-gassed, Respect others, respect yourself, Respect time, respect health, In general, just have respect, Evil temptations you must reject, Don't spend time being depressed, Thoughts of stress you can suppress, Be the best you can be, The price of happiness isn't free, Stay clean, resist relapse, True freedom, you will grasp, Sound the trumpets, crack a Pabst.

Details | Quatern | |

Jesus Christ Deal

Eternal Father saw outnumber of people’s sins 
Sad with what He created
He wanted to destroy the world
People hurting each other

Jesus Christ stopped Him
Told the Father He would go down to earth
Take People’s cruelty
To start His power over people

He told the Father people would understand
Ransom Himself
Just don’t destroy the world
Believed people to be one

Eternal Father searched a woman
To conceive and bear a Son
Angiel Gabriel spoke to Mary
You have found favor from God

Holy Spirit will shine over you
You are to name Him Jesus Christ
He will save people from their sins
To save destruction of the world

Jesus Christ created a Church
For People to be Universal
People don’t understand
In there people are saved

What are these other churches?
In there you are not saved
Don’t be fooled
By the Christ’s like religions

There is only one
Deal to the Father
Be Universal to His Church
Roman Catholic

To understand the Two Greatest Commandments
“Love God all your mind, heart, body and soul”
Second is “Love your neighbor as yourself”
When we love our neighbor, Covers the 1st Greatest Commandment

Other Churches are misleading people
Thought they love Jesus Christ
Person who created their Church
Was the person they believed and loved

Jesus Crist is very hurt
People don’t know in His Church
You’re saved
In others you’re condemned

J.R.M. 11162011

Details | Rhyme | |

Are You Having An Affair

I don't think many people 
are aware...
of the dangers of having 
"an affair."

Adultery begins with a lustful thought 
captured in the mind.
It's been part of sins's curse,
 since the beginning of time.

Many aren't sure how they're
 going to react.
Until the day they're caught
 in an adulterous act.

By this time... they're love for
 their spouse is broken.
When the words; "I love you"...
 to another... are spoken.

Soon... their home become 
"turned around" and divided.
As their commitment and loyalty 
become undecided.

The family soon become "
one huge mess..."
As the love "for another person" 
becomes "obsessed."

You may find yourself in this 
kind of situation.
Perhaps you're in 
 "deep desparation."

Run from this person as 
fast as your can!
Come to the cross and 
reach for Jesus' hand!

Confess your sin to your spouse
 and call on Jesus' name.
You have only yourself... 
no one else... to blame.

Allow Jesus to 100% be 
the Lord of your life.
As you brings you together 
as husband and wife!

Let him restore your marriage 
and make it complete.
Come to him now and 
lay your sin at his feet.

His love in your marriage is 
forever and binding!
His commitment to you is 
a love worth finding!

By Jim Pemberton  

Details | Rhyme | |

Nation Dieing

My day began as many before, get myself dressed and head out the door.
Rushing to work pushing the minute, im almost late, but i won't admit it.
I get to work, no momment to spare, not even time to straighten my hair.
I rush to the clock, punch myself in, no momment to spare can't talk to my friends.
Time clock clicks, 1 minute to spare, I made it on time, one heck of a scare.
Long day ahead, this it will be, another close call, no late night for me.
I spend each day overworked and tired, afraid to complain, i just might get fired.
My shift now ends right on time, another day of torture, im working for dimes.
Times are hard, money is tight, when can i rest, which moment is right.
I work and save, my life goes nowhere, struggle each momment, does anyone care.
I kneel and pray for life to ease up, I get no answer,  i want to give up.
With sweat and tears,  we built the nation, why do we suffer from this aggravation.
When will it stop, when will it end, when can we start all over again.
Our hands are tied, we are not to blame, when the suffering ends, what will remain.
Homeless families, children who starve, when we need help, there is noone in charge.
Open your mind, and use your head, save this nation before it's dead.
Please help the people, we are alone, we pick up the pieces, but only find stone.
                                                                           Terry B.

Details | Rhyme | |

Coping In A World Of Crisis

My head has been really dizzy
Cause of my life being busy
I want to let the stress out
By a big loud noisy shout
That comes from the depths of me
I'm losing my sanity
Each day bringing something new
That I have to muddle through
I just want a life of peace
Somebody help me release
The pressures I have been under
Its no mystery or wonder
I wake up some days to find
So much worry on my mind
That I can't lose or escape from
I just want it to be done
As relaxation kicks right in
My frown will turn to a grin
A feeling of relief take over
Like I found a four leaf clover
Of luck and serenity
My mind and world happily
Will ease up with a nice break
From a world I couldn't take

Details | Free verse | |

on the ----ng over of Chelsea Welch: part II

now…what does a “pastor” do?
hmmm…a “pastor” reads to a flock of sheep from a work of
fiction, much like a mother might read to a small child from a
storybook &
when the eyes wide with belief begin to tear,
those swimming in idiocy shell out their hard earned cash
to the “pastor” who passes around the plate
in order to get funds for doing 
absolutely nothing.

a “pastor” does not work &
they get a tax break for doing so---
a “pastor” walks around with a self-righteous air & is
constantly referred to by idiot believers as 
“holy,” as somehow possessing a well of compassion
that others just can’t muster.

a “pastor” has a job for life if they want it---
s/he never has to worry about the restaurant going under,
s/he never has to worry about getting so stressed out one night
and losing it on a customer,
s/he never has to worry about dropping dead while on the clock
from being smothered in stress.

but this one, this special Alois Bell, 
who felt the need to make reference to the fact that she pays
“only 10% to god” & 
then went on to complain about tipping Chelsea,
via the very receipt in dispute,
she wants to take things further.  

she felt to make it known 
that because she believes in this fictional character &
has taken up this juicy job to boot,
that she can stick it to those who work for peanuts
& who could give a **** about
said fictional character---
now in this absurd world we live in,
the waitress who was just doing her job
no longer has one,
because Applebee’s wants to save its ass in the PR 
because we aren’t allowed to see what these 
money grubbing,
vial opportunists,
really are---
we aren’t allowed to see the veil lifted,
until they rape a young boy, etc. 

Details | Free verse | |


A Village Fisher Man

It is a village surrounded by sea
with drizzles and chill air
some huts facing the sea
to welcome the captain from the task

he is thirty by thoughts
and by his arms and shoulders
he is strong and dare to face:
the storms and mighty waves

he is a man of hard work with smile
he never tires by his work at sea
sharks and whales are his sweet enemies
that may give wounds and money at work
in one storm night
he mingled his life with sea
cause of the mighty waves
his hut and people:
are waiting to welcome his arrival

Sakthi Ravi Chandran



Details | Rhyme | |

Please Don't

Rain, Rain go away,
Please don't flood
My basement 
Again today.

Details | Narrative | |

Strong echoes

In today’s highlight of moral issues:
leadership of clergy in the Catholic Church;
seen as a major backlog of urgent need
that came out as the topic of our guest speaker.

She’s Dr Monica Applewhite, Ph.D.
who presented ‘leadership’ in perspective
held at St Joseph’s Seminary in Yonkers;
a huge place, a better rendezvous for this event.

Understanding the problem as the first item
brought us to embrace our roles as priests;
safe environments for children and adolescents
the main issue that was explored and shared.

The clergy of the whole archdiocese of New York
attended this session with learning experience;
it’s an update and a continuing information
that Church’s faith points to a shared witness.

With the presence of our beloved Cardinal Egan
who reinforced a plea for his clergy people,
alertness, action, vigilance and prayer
that’s how he drew the process in a nutshell.

Defined as a decision that demands seriousness,
our discipleship, our calling entails commitment;
as men of God in service to his own people,
our priority has its share of sorrows and joys.

To battle with the world, the flesh and the devil,
these are constant forces, tests and trials;
involved in this journey of following him,
Christ, our model and source of inspiration.

The cost of discipleship for someone like me,
embraces situations common to all people
how life is being led with depth and allegiance;
a biblical portrait, a priority matter, that Christ –
has called me to commit and be of service.

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gently kissed the hand
withered black and decomposed;
how much was that worth?

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Setting Aside Distractions 11112011


A FRIEND FORWARDED me a silly “chain” email recently that read
“If your house caught fire 
You only had time to grab one thing before getting out to safety
What would it be? 

I believe it offered the stipulation that your family could all get out on their own
The point of this guery was to help you gauge what one material object 
Holds the most meaning for you
A photo album? A computer? A piece of jewelry?

The point of this Gospel passage is that when the choice is between God and anything else there should be no contest
If we are too bogged down with our stuff
Whether those material objects
Interior anxieties or superficial glitz

We could miss the ways God is inviting us 
To be agents for creating better world
Try to set aside all distractions for an hour or two
See what you are missing!

Wisdom 13:1-9 * Psalm 19:2-5
Luke 17:26-37

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What 3 sins seem to cause most evil in the world

Dishonesty and
They are therefore to be carefully avoided at all times


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Why does your boss always feel
That it’s you who laze around;
While it’s he whose muscles always steel,
And his work is always sound?

It’s you who come that wee bit soon
And work like there’s no end;
The last to leave (you can see the moon),
Yet treated like a goon!

Some delay, you’ve had it good!
You rake up reasons some.
But these are never understood
For your boss’s not your chum!

From here to there and there to here
You are always on the move.
You are working sure, but there’s the fear
You’d be told to “improve”!

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What do you believe of Jesus Christ

I believe that Jesus Christ is the Son of God
The Second Person of the Blessed Trinity
True God and True man
Great Prophet, High Priest and was anointed as the fullness of divine power


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...of Wise words (A Writer never recognized goes Wacko-Wise)

Writing is one thing I do daily
Early in the morning
My mind will be humming
So wise the words of wisdom sounds
Alike a rice free of sands
Helping to humanity
Teaches you humility
Makes you a star in your community
You live with impunity
A wise man is not questioned

When you are wise
You turns unique
People begin to mimic you
These are the words that make sense
The words that are sensible enough to bring light of information
Its information cure deformation
The formation of wisdom in the citizens is the development of the nation in all angles
It is citizens that owns a country and not country that owns them

Leniency brings light to the world, and makes right for a nation
Where wise men are filled, nothing lacks
Where knowledge is being stored is treasured with higher value
Where wise information are being shared, you don't see much deformation
Life has many things to give for those who are wise
Wiseness is not only information, but a gift of rational thinking
Talent is a gift of

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What if-

What if…
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

In the Garden of Eden, Adam lived while life was wrought. 
He knew God's work was taking place beyond that garden wall.
Together, he and Jehovah walked; everything was taught.
God brought first creatures formed on earth and gave Adam a call.
“Please help me.  Name each one,” said God.  That was before man's fall.

Adam, in the garden's light said, “Sure, there's so much time.”
I'll help you, Lord; I'll name them all, from over sized to small.
With this new work, his thoughts were full; and naming things was fine.
The eons passed, new creatures formed, all before man's fall.
One by one, he named them all as his light shone straight and tall.

At last our Earth was interlinked, all creatures and the man.
As soon as all that work was done, there was some time for fun.
But idle Adam all alone forgot God's greatest plan.
Although, God came, Adam was sad, creation all but done.
Jehovah did not hesitate.  None found?  Should He clone one?

God and Adam, best of friends, had both worked tirelessly?
But time had come to be a man; so God made Eve, woman.
We cannot tell how long those two lived romping, happily.
Or when God gave that first command to test immortal man. 
But as we know, the story goes; they ate and then were banned.

There are some questions one must ask and answers to invite.
If, Eve perchance had skipped the fruit, then, where would we all be?
Would we be watching earnestly with hopes that Eve would bite?
We unborn spirits that God knew, all waiting patiently?
The winners of all heaven's war who won God's fight for right?

And why did Adam, knowing God, decide to join in sin?
Did he prefer a mortal life in place of lonely days?
And if he chose the other way, then, what would be our end?
Should he have spared another rib and sent Eve on her way?
Can we say, he loved her much.  So, he choose to join sin's fray?

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The land of greediness.

Low and selfish motives,
toss back one's head,
and my shoes are worn out.
Which horse won the first race ?
Woe to the vanquished !!
Youth must have its fling.
My old folks,
in the state of neglect,
were paralyzed with fear,
in prospect of a dirty deal.
I couldn't resist laughing,
as i keep the change of life,
in my trouser pocket.
My pride can't be idle for a moment,
and the howl of the wind,
rage all day,
asking for my incorporation.
Welfare work made the public good,
and stupidity transmuted iron into gold,
in the name of humanity.
Wealth has altered him,
and my shoes are worn out,
in the land of greediness.

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Tick Tock

Clock is ticking
I've been thinking,
So many times,
How many truths turned into lies,

On T.V,
On the phone,
On Craigslist,
On billboards coming home,

People don't want the truth,
They'll back the lie,
Pays more to go back to work,
Than to watch the big guys die

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What effects of Anger in our soul

Anger begets in our souls impatience
And too often habit of cursing

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It's Over

You broke up with me 
Now you want me back 
It doesn't work that way 
You cant live without me 
But you can play me 
It doesn't work that way 
You say I'm your everything 
Yeah because I'm all you have 
It doesn't work that way 
You say you want to marry me 
God look at what you have done to me 
It doesn't work that 
You say your happy in this relationship 
Well I'm not and you wont let me out 
It doesn't work that way so it's over

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ham 'n egger, desperate

off hours,

quiet heartbeat,
soft breathy moisture,

deep bed warmth,
a cold creased topcase,

quiet dark stillness,
with metronome broken,

carpet closeness,
around casement shadows,

faucet spilled,
in heart’s blood offered,

stretched across,
my low light limping,

dew claw shattered,
a morn’ alarmed,

apparition shifted,
in sunray sorted,

self same dentrifice,
snorted crimpons,

silver sharpened,

off I go.

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This Life's Mine To Live

Walking to work everyday,
Yeah I'll live my life this way.
Only for a while though,
Since someday, something else
Will make me smile; this I know,
Simply 'cause this life's mine to live.

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Evening Portraits

The smooth caress
of porcelain…
twenty pearls
inside a shell…
the gaze from marbles
as lightning strikes…
the maiden speaks
without a word.

Flashes of amber
like stars from heaven…
subtle rays 
at dusk…
twilight, denied
of darkness…
mirrors guide
the moon.

The breeze, 
hums a song…
harmony of light
and a strip of film…
praises given,
yet abrupt…
barely heard,
more often than not.

A different vogue
for every frame…
the smile in lips
has still remained…
though in the eyes, 
tears have welled…
and trickle slowly
down each cheek.

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five minutes madness

five minutes madness

In every man lies this type of madness
In fact there is this five minutes madness
In each of us, we act it deliberately, a times unintentional
Our madness may be in the way we talk
Others madness may be in the way they think
Others madness may be the way they behave
Others their pride, ego and ignorance
Others because of what they think they have as possession
Others because of their money, machines and material gains

Our madness comes in different packages and sizes
Some are keeping malice in the heart where love dwells
What does it take to say please
I am sorry
it’s my fault
forgive me

Some are so selfish that they do not share their love with neighbor
Some give excuses and shift blames instead of being responsible
Some are thinking highly of their self over others
Some madness is as a result of comparison and competition
Some madness arises because of bitterness and better than syndrome
Some are jealous instead of rejoicing with those celebrating

Our madness puts on different kind of appearances
They are created through our feelings
They are nurtured through our thoughts
They take up strength through our breathe
They become real through the desire of our mind
As they manifest through our words and action
And they are evidence through our demonstrations

We can put an end to it…
If we can condone each others attitude
If we could love each other without any string attachment
If we could accept each other without exception
If we could tolerate our differences
If we could celebrate our uniqueness
If we could forgive each others wrong and mistakes
If we could let our past be buried without giving it another life
If we could be open to each others opinion
If we could be much more sensitive

since it reflects in…
The love you did not share; 
the song you did not sing
The music you did not write, 
the poem you did not compose
the decision you did not take 
Your ideas you did not share
Your attitude that does not care, 
your mind that is far away from others
Your human rights you did not exercise
The guilty you give freedom

The stranger you did not smile to; the neighbor you disregard is opinion
The infant you did not welcome with joy, the aged you did not support
The teen you did not share your time with, the youth you did not encourage
Your wife you did not love, your husband you did not respect
Let’s build a new loving society and a participating citizen…..
By eradicating this madness in our society

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Fast Awake

Thank God for 7-27, when my son flew in
Life as it should be will forever begin
Charming little visions of how days are meant
To teach him as he shows me how life is spent

Listen to me now and read what I find so true
Words are like a beat that can start a groove
Bring the rhythm back to lift your spirits up
Don't worry too much because we all get stuck

My life seems to stop before it begins
Caught in another ever-recurring trend
Giving away every one of my previous wins
With Faith and company until my life ends

It's time now to be down again
Even faster than western winds
Life can run around, leave you in loop
Feeling that life needs one more scoop 
Tip the timer over, fall with the sand
Live for every second you possibly can

I will soon learn should luck turns up
I'm lost, backwards, and running amuck
Trying to regain what I thought I missed
Elusive, erratic and ending up like this

Never have I wanted to be other than here
Life in crystal-clear brings visions near
Capable are your dreams so easily achieved
All you have to do is work & truly believe

Look for a big picture in whatever you see
Never believe free, it offers no guarantee
Just sit back and listen to tales they tell
And make your own path but remember it well

Don't try to be so deep, just work to relax
Make life a story but include all the facts
Learn about yourself when you're at the mic
Work the crowd just to see what you're like

Life will soon be everything you need it to be
Proceed with sight don't let only destiny lead
You always have control in every step you take
Follow dreams today and always live fast awake

At times I don't know where this path would go
Like I'm hosting a show I've never seen before
Filling in the gaps, taking punches for others
Learning along the way what life really offers

It’s time now to be down again
Steps closer to an unknown end
Digging up dirt nearly burying yourself
At least the digging is good for health
Live your life now, stay until the very last
Live your life today as if it's already past

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It's Your Birthday

It's your birthday fair and square,
It seems like no one else will care.
In your dreams your life's a treat,
But real life's made of smelly feet.
You'd like to have a little rest,
But bosses think that work is best.
You work all day, you work all night,
You have to live by candle light.
And when finally your work is done,
We think that you should have some fun.

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Graduation Goodbye

High school days are gone
And all the work are done
As we are about to take a leap
Our memories together I will keep

There will be tears to cry
As we move on and bid goodbye
I know it will be hard to fly
Without you on my way up high

Thanks for the lift
That is a great gift
The jokes and your smile
Made me forget the pain for a while

Now is the time to take the crown
Don't face the world with a frown
Let them see your smiling face
And dancewith them with grace

When all of today's work are done
It  doesn't mean our freindship is gone
I hope someday you'll be fine
You'll realize that  . . . 
Graduation is not Goodbye

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Our Dream

My wife and I have a dream
to open a hair salon as a team

Some people think it will fail
going to start small then go full-scale

With a shampoo,haircut and blowdry
all we can is do give it a try

It wont be easy, but it wont be hard
I will be making a flyer and a business card

We have set the plan in action
waiting until we see their reaction

With all this red tape, you want to scream
but we can't give up,this is our dream

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ye kalyug hai mere yaro
achchha karoge dusro ke liye,bura milega mere yaro
bhul jao kuchh achchha karne ki
bura karo,achchha hi milega mere yaro
yhi hota is kalyug me mere yaro
jab chaho achchha ho apni jindagi me,
bura karo , bura karo mere yaro
ye kalyug hai mere yaro
ye kalyug hai mere yaro
       (sangita choudhary)

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A Trucker

Did you ever look into the eyes of a trucker,
And try to see what he has seen?
Did you ever try to go in your mind,
To the places he had been?

Did you ever think about the loneliness,
He feels behind the wheel?
A lot of people think it's easy out there,
And that it's no great big deal.

A lot have five million miles under their belt,
Thats a lot of time to be alone.
But they are dedicated to their families,
Whom they provide for at home.

They move what you and I buy,
Without any recognition at all.
They move everything they can,
no matter how big or small.

So the next time you see a trucker,
Slowly passing by,
Give him a real big wave,
And don't forget to say Hi.

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Motivation - Anything Goes But Money

To a manager its clever
To knowledgeable employees its torture
To smart employees its exploitation
To the rest it feels like slavery
What separates a motivator from a con artist
What separates a motivator from an abuser
Cant prove it.
Does that make it legal
Does that make it fair
They don’t care
Pay me what I’m worth
I’ve got nowhere since birth
They keep me poor
As they want more
All I want is somewhere to live
My life is give, give, give
Nothing in return
But I learn

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A Special Breed of Men


His old hands were calloused from all the many years of work and toil.
   His life seemed to be his work and the never ending search for oil.
Seven days a week with no let up in sight,
   He manned those rigs morning, noon, and night.

A dangerous and hard job where everyone strived to be the best,
   In all types of weather, under the open skies you were put to the test.
A rowdy lot, the Roughneck Breed, but a brotherhood just the same.
   In unproven fields called wildcatters, that had to be tamed.

You work with iron that intimidates most, but is a normal days fare,
   And you can look any man in the eye and match their stare.
From H2S gas that can kill you on the spot,
   To getting crushed or mangled by that awesome iron for the faint hearted it is not.

To a blowout that happens when inexperience leads the way,
    A few of the things that happen somewhere each and every day.
The rookie they call the squirrel or the worm,
   And he has to prove himself before he is classified with a different term.

They work in shifts that work around the clock,
    Some work eight hour shifts, some work twelve trying their best to keep that rig
    drilling thru dirt and rock.
Most of these old boys like to drink and raise a little cain,
    Just their way of hiding inner fear and gut wrenching pain.

A word of advice don’t push these guys cause they’re liable to push back,
    Cause drinking and fighting or skills these old boys certainly don’t lack.
But if you’re in need they’ll share everything they own,
    And that’s part of the reason these guys are the best bunch of people I think I’ve ever 

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the hours and the company you keep

the hours & the company you keep

just how do you spend your hours &
the company you keep?
do you spend your days alone,
nose to the grindstone,
nose to the grindstone?
a good little american does what 
the rich wealthy white forefathers 
they keep their nose to the grindstone 
working their knuckles to the bone in
puritan purity, keeping the work ethic 
preserving the has-been tradition in amber
like there was a special fair just around 
the corner,
where one could be exhibited as
the last productive person to ever walk
the plank of the empire---
so where will it all go?
what will the producer have to show for
themselves, if they don’t make it 
in the great place still called the
“land of the free,”
by some, who have yet to spend time here &
find out that they never should’ve left
wherever they came from?
if one doesn’t prioritize a life
with friends & family at the top of the 
drowning out all commitments to business &
jobs, work & the state,
the hours spent with the nose to the grindstone 
are hours spent as a slave---
for you, yes you, 
are in wage slavery
a slavery in which you happily sing a tune
as they come crashing down with the lash,
taking away pensions, taking away health care,
taking away
taking away,
until it’s all gone---
better to have others to fight with
when the other shoe drops,
than to have devoted a life to the process &
the system that devours it.

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the real macabre

beneath the veneer of a stable self
beneath the thin veil required to 
pass through our own everyday reality
s/he bears just beneath her/his skin
the gnashing of the teeth &
s/he does it so well that
one would never ever pick up on it---
and as americans,
we are fixated on our own morbid fascination with
we go to theaters, we rent dvds,
we make pilgrimages to the actual sites where murders have taken place
(now turned into tourist traps) &
we breathe it all in deeply,
all in the attempt to get closer to the experience
without jumping right off the edge ourselves---
we smell, taste & writhe in the slashing, gushing blood,
knowing the names of all the famous serial killers by memory &
waiting for another to pop up in the 6 o’clock news
with butterflies in the stomach of mediocrity
biting our nails as if we were just about to ask someone out on a 
but s/he continues in her/his own routine,
having fed on the same culture that we have
having consumed everything thrown at them &
having grown weary of stimulants 
that just don’t work anymore,
s/he is the next door neighbor of us all
s/he resides in the apartment down the hall
s/he may work in the schools with the children of the nation 
s/he may wear the uniforms of those that are supposed to save us &
s/he may stand behind a pulpit or podium,
carnivorous & full of a need for
and yet the next time it does happen
we sit in awe remarking 
“what a travesty,”
listening to “experts” give their detailed histories
pontificating quotidian comments like
“if s/he hadn’t been a killer, s/he would have been able to do so much with
her/his life,”
as if not one of us knew where the real macabre lies. 

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Little Ant

Little ant,
you work all day,
do you ever take time to play?

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Last Call

Here comes the time of night when they sound “last call”. Soon, the bartenders will say “no more, that’s all”. Their serving of booze has to come to a stall. Employees make sure the last patrons get the point. It’s time to go home when they close down the joint. Workers have to jump and work at a brisk pace. It takes an awful lot of effort to clean up the place. It is almost time to see the early morning light. We will have to follow the same procedure tomorrow night.

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It's Harassment, Baby Oops Sorry

These things offend, know I, tis true. In these I've been schooled, now I tell them to you. An innocent touch, a wayward look, a word or threat aimed anothers way. Is today considered harassment, and that party has final say. Were not to needle, mock, or jab, to razz, or quip, gibe,or jeer. To scorn, roast or ridicule, and whatever you do don't leer. It's best that we not banter words, deride,intimidate, or taunt. Should you be one inclined to joke, these too, you must not flaunt. We must not rile another, even though it be in jest. Sneering too, is not allowed, so put those thoughts to rest. Anothers traits never mock, nor offend with apparel you doff. Find not within, reason to knock, while daring not to scoff. Belittling another isn't right not take occasion to tease. But other than these few things treat others as you please. In meeting, should I not extend a hand, and appear to have little to say, It won't be because I'm snobbish, but fear a Tort Lawyer coming my way.

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Connect the dots!

Who is responsible 
domestic violence? 
in the home... 

responsible for rape? 
while bullying in schools 

fact anti-social behavior 
begins in the home! 

millions of excuses used 
drugs-sex-mental illness-debt 
why not blame stress! 

to name but a few... 
thats' new, slap on a label 
anti-social cripple 
self centered compelled 
subservient with a death wish 
co-dependant on a mission 

many incapable of raising 
families successfully 
matching crime to criminal 
sooner rather than later 

people who want children 
most should be screened 
the ones that have violent
tendency maybe steralise 

protect the unborn spirit 
this cycle of perdition 
simply 'cause some can 
protection remains 
the question... 

until we fill up our prisons 
or doctors fill out prescriptions 
or do drugs - prostitution 
or some souls 
simply disappear 

abuse of the sexes disaster 
lives destined for remand 

some cultures self destructive 
buck the system for a laugh 
self discipline escapes them 
some victims choose suicide 

alternative families to the rescue! 
marriages deplete 
truth uncovered 

primary social group 
breaking down 
mere survival havoc wreaks! 
social injustice 
social acceptance 
to live in a relationship 
without independence? 

when we break the cycle? 
we immerge stronger- 
children safer 
home wreckers 
so yesterday 
some sexual couples 
complete disasters 

I deserve a happy life 
a happy life I've got 
living without violence 
is where we all need to start 

repeat not the acts of 
your fore mothers forefathers 
the violence does not work 

mental physical verbal abuse 
is a hostile mind at work 
he's weak disqualified from life 

primal evil reactivated strife 
programmes of violence repeated 
not strong enough in mind deleted 

disrespected, feared, without 
honor in most cases cannot repair 

don't be a victim, of archaic hatred 
suffer little children NOT! 
this world though numb 
Is nevertheless disgusted 

authorities ears to the ground 
we have heard your cries aloud 
take it from one who knows 
let all that s@%t go! 

don't repeat their mistakes 
look inside make new choices 
you decide fill your life with 

...or misery will connect the dots 

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Mr. Baskin

He's there, wheelchair
Hair combed, skin sweet
Like he's goin to church
But came to see me
And his woman, so dear
Always so near
I have moments I could fall 
Against this proud man 
But sturdy, trustworthy
Instead my hand

Kim Holmes, Nurse

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passing through art in a plausible idea

whose work is this, you think you know.
you’ve watched them develop, watched them grow;
they stare back from the mirror pane & 
get inside you, festering in your brain.

the tools are used, the pen it writes,
the brush it paints, the keyboard types &
between those dreams you illustrate
are nightmares fought off 
it grows

s/he brews the coffee, s/he pops a pill,
s/he smokes a joint, s/he gulps down her/his swill---
this project upon which s/he pours energy
is what keeps her/him in tact, it lets her/him

this work is “lovely, dark, and deep” & 
far more important than any sleep,
so do what you love & do it cheap
so do what you love & do it cheap.

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Please Give Me Some Time

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

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

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

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

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wasted Years

Your ambition is slowly killing You.  Working seven days a week fourteen hours a day.
Smoking seems your only release 40 fags a day.

Your hardly ever home always on the phone. Your letting your self go.
Where is it getting you? Yes the flash cars but what about family time?

They expect too much of you, your partly to blame.  Work obssessed.
The children are growing you miss out on so much. I pray you dont regret it when they've flown the nest.

I respect and appreciate your work ethic but it seems to be your life.
Your health is your wealth.

Just hope one day you will realise that life is so quick so spend does moments with those you love.

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I’ll collect the worn, colored clothes and I’ll put them to wash;
And, the wet white clothes I will hang them, outside, for the sun to dry;
For my wife to see that I’ve done my duty, when she comes home.

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the crowds

the crowds taking the subways 
enter the underground 
below upon waking 
to rise up 
to work 
in the clouds above

only to go back in the evening 
down through the underground 
low upon leaving
to home 
to family
to final rest

in the underground 
or in the clouds above

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The Way

I Walk, I Walk, 
Alone The Way, 
'You Will Fail'
They Say.

The Way, Full Of Thorns.
I Passed All The Mourns, 
The Way With Many Curve Endings, 
I Complete All, Remaining None, Pending.

Petals Were Also There On The Way, 
I Passed All Night And Day, 
I Walk Carefully Through All Mosses And Hay, 
But Then Also 'You Will Fail'
They Say.

Throughout My Life, I Have Been Walking The Way, 
To Spread My Initial, 'K'
Now Success On My Feet, Lay, 
Now, 'How You Achieved This? '
They Say.............. 

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freedom born

The average man, labours all his days,
striving to better his average ways..
Each new day brings toil and more,
bigger worries than the day before..

Bill,s to pay, work to do,
another day to battle through..
No tunnels shining light,
just the curse of work to mar his plight..

Can the average man not get his share
of life,s sweet riches lying there...

No..duty stops the average man,
from plundering wealth wherever he can..
And so deny him of his right,
to live at ease both day and night.. it is to have and hold,
to make him grey before he,s old..
Never a thought of quality here,
only illusions dangled near..

That tempt and fool and compensate,
and lure him to live at a hectic pace..

But..dear reader..this need,nt be so,
if the beam of common sense is allowed to glow..
An idea can open up a complete new dawn
and from it freedom will be born..

If it is money..that makes him the slave,
why should he grovel..or crave..
If he makes do..and he probably knows he can,
He will eventually become his own man,s man..

No more will he listen to outlandish tales,
of those whose words would fill a clippers sails

Never again his cap to dock,
never again ruled by a clock..
Never again to compete for,
for those crazy things that make life neat..

He has no need to follow the timid tribe,
and timidly accept a token bribe..
Average men are mighty indeed,
average men satisfy, many of their greed..

Average men should know..they,ve heard it all
they should,nt be fooled by the two faced call..

The average man,s life need,nt be grim,
he should strive to do things that help to enrich him..
The spirit of life will then ring out,
and the average man won,t be pushed about..

He,ll just stand back and look around..
And listen well..but not make a sound..
And laugh with glee..from deep within..
And bless the day he began to win..

It is then that he will rise from the barrel,s floor
and realise he,s not average any more..

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From my fun to my work

I will dig my way out
As I’m mired in muck
Will I sit here and pout
Or start fixing my truck

There is so much to do
With no time to do it
Cannot sit here and brew
It is time to get to it

With the work never ending
But I know what to do
All the twisting and bending
And the making anew

From my fun to my work
It is quite a transition
If I can be a jerk
It is all my ambition

If I sit here and write
Will not get the work done
I am not to uptight
As my work I won’t shun

Time to get up from my butt
And get back to my work
Will start busting a gut
There is no time to shirk

My friends I am going
Getting back on my track
There is no time for toying
It’s ok I’ll be back

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From Greek monos = only and
Teos = doctrine about the existence of only one God
The teaching that God is unique, absolute
The ultimate ground of everything
Monotheistic religions are Judaism, Christianity and Islam


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Corporate Pig

Idle conscience profits
on the above gray
And betrays its greed
under a purple sky
Without thought

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Catholic Church derives all teaching authority from tradition
Doctrine has come down from Christ
This tradition preserved in written form in the “Bible”
Contains the principle truths of faith taught to the apostles by Christ

Inspired men  moved by Spirit of God commit these matters to writing in early Church
Short time after Christ’s Ascension, maybe within 20 years
The need to preserve thse truths in permanent form was recognized
Before any book was accepted as “authentic”

Authority of an Apostle was demanded by Peter’s companion
Similarly,  though Luke was a man who had not seen Christ
Book gained acceptance through St. Paul’s authority

The Church has protected and guarded these books
Which contained 
The revelations of Christ to His disciples
Their Testimony concerning Him

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Nothing is the Same

I’ll tip too through the hallway can’t wake him up its late

I can’t seem to do a thing he really doesn’t hate

I work two jobs and in between I make sure he is fed

Laundry done, his clothes set out, and put the kids to bed

Off to work ‘til 5 AM and home again I go

Straight there and back no detours otherwise he’ll know

Miles written down from last night when I went to work

I know that sounds stupid but we’re talking about a jerk

Keep your mouth shut you have no idea what you’re saying

I work all day long it’s your bills I’m paying

Keep those babies quiet I have to concentrate

You’re nagging me again there’s nothing more I hate

Thrown to the ground I lay there not knowing what to do

As I lay there crying he kicks me with his shoe

Why do you make me do this? I will not ask again

Before I know it I’m hit again this time it’s on my chin

I beg him to just let me go and I’ll clean up the mess

That was wishful thinking now he’s ripped my dress

You dress like a whore that’s how you will be treated

No end in sight I know it now this argument is heated

I stand back and listen as he yells at me some more

He grabs me by my neck now and slams me into the door

Please be quiet I’ll do what you say I think you woke the boys

Just give me a minute I have them play with their toys

I wipe my face and straighten up my dress so they will not see

I can’t let them ever know what their father’s done to me

Shhh be quiet and lay back down it’s not time to play right yet

I make sure their busy or I know what they’ll get

Why can’t I change this story that has become my life?

Nothing is the same with him since I became his wife.

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-Does not have a title yet-

You always seem to be working. 
Or youre always with someone else.
I know youre busy, 
And I know you love me. 
But sometimes it feels, 
That it only goes one way. 
I feel like I put in all the effort,
When it comes to talking and seeing eachother. 
Sometimes I wish you would quit your job, 
And make me more of a priority. 
But I would never tell you that, 
Because I dont want to seem rude. 
I need you now, 
And you dont seem to care, 
Because you have other plans. 
And I cry at night, just knowing, 
That Im not your number 1 priority anymore. 
I need to be more than an option. 
Or something to do when you get bored.
You say thats not what I am, 
But thats certainly how I feel. 
I love you so much, 
And you say the same to me,
But actions speak louder than words. 
Even little things would do, 
Like flowers or an unexpected message. 
I like things like that, 
And I hint constantly, 
But nothing ever comes from them. 
Im tired of feeling so lonely, 
When Im supposed to have you to count on.
I need you more than anything, 
And I feel like you couldnt care less. 
I love you, you need to know that. 
And I know that you love me. 
But you need to be around more often, 
For me not to loose faith in us.

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Green Back addict

                                                                 Green-back addict
Ambition is the keys to unlocking all the doors. Enthusiasm or courage can 
possibly put an end to world hunger. But let’s be honest, who need courage 
when you got that instant almighty dollar.Remember this: the “cowardly lion” 
don’t have to fight when he’s rolling in something with plush interior. That’s right!
I got my eye on business, your business that is. 

And don’t do me any favors; because I don’t want any type of paper, I want 
your “ye'pper”. The gross point of this is, love still don’t pay my bills.
Unless I can, Can it up and stock it on shelves for fools like you to buy it 
wholesale. I want you to turn me own.To you your stocks and bond,With me 
about your vivid dollar signs, I like to see it sprawled all out on table, in 
untraceable 20’s and 50’s.

It’s dirty, and it makes you fresh and clean, you’d want to be me. Day and night, 
anything else would be uncivilized. I’m true, I care  to spend your money, on 
clothes, pearls, at fast car dealerships, I want that diamond life.
All color jewels, right off an Arabian prince’s hand.

I marry folks that resemble “Franklin”; I’m not too smitten with the Washington 
family.I need her and she needs me. I’ll stick her in my purse, meanwhile 
pocketing your accounts, that Swiss cheese is what I need. Call me old fashion, I 
like that 100-year old money, give up those decrepitude figures, I’ll spend it to 
smithereens. Giving that old girl a new attitude!

Wealth will withstand my impulse, to kill in these stores over seas and in your 
town, buying top designers: Fendi’s, True Religions, Red Monkey’s, Baby Phat, 
Valentino’s, Dolce & Gabbana’s, Couture, Coach bags, Gucci shoes, Jimmy 
Choo’s, Ralph Lauren’s and Versace.
Max lip glosses, botox and make me over after the swelling go down. Nip and 
tuck me in. read me a story, out the newspaper, not the funnies. I only go to sleep 
to clabbered-up chatter on how my addiction has foreclosed another billionaire’s 

That greenish blue piece of paper got me firing my best friend, a widow with 5 
kids and no health insurance. (Oh yes I did).Sad part is, if she got have a chance, 
she would have done the same.Don’t frown up your face, Ok, put it this way…
 When I can make profit off a packaged haters, then we’ll do lunch. Until then I’m 
going to see if Larry H. Parker have girlfriend, money calls … 
 You know the story.


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The Game

My mind is poisoned by my dreams,
Forbidden thoughts, forbidden themes.
My lips are sewn, my hands are tied,
Well, I deserved it. It's all right.
A chance of being understood
Just stands no chance, as no one could
Unlock two always open doors -
You turned the keys and locked them both.

A couple drinks won't work today,
A couple tragedies don't matter.
If honesty is hard to play,
I simply quit. It's for the better.

No love to trust, no trust to love,
But you still play this useless stuff.
These cupid-stupid endless games
Are pure lies in subtle frames.
You all agree my words are clear
And so damn true! But in your fear
To contradict the pattern set
You solemnly declare me mad. 

A couple drinks won't work today,
A couple tragedies don't matter.
If honesty is hard to play,
I simply quit. It's for the better.

I'll change the rules or quit the game,
Your strategy is really lame,
So now my words are way too brusque,
And it's the dawn of your dusk!

A couple drinks won't work today,
A couple tragedies don't matter.
If honesty is hard to play,
I simply quit. It's for the better.

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Your comfort means a lot to me
Your comfort is like a deep blue sea
Your hugs, your hands in the highest waves
You reach the peak and then try to escape
the closer you look the better you say
and she pretends like its a play
and when you are done you pay her
she's gone...but then realize that you are kind of drawn
they wont understand it, 
but just  give it a'll see
You'll be able to get a reply!!!

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What is actual sin

Actual sin is any willful thought
Or Omission contrary to the will of God

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Time and Work

Ecclesiastes 8:6NCV
There is a right time and a right way for everything.
John 6:27
Do not work for food that spoils, but for food that endures to eternal life.

We wonder sometimes with great worry about what time will bring. We must remember that 
God has given time to us as a gift. God was present at the beginning of time and He will be 
present at the end of time.

We cannot fear for the future because it is God's hand on eternity. It is you who dictates 
your time by the choices you make. We often feel there is not enough hours in the day to 
accomplish our tasks. We often feel there is never any time for ourselves. Remember to ask 
God to help you, and He will show you where and how to find the time.

God will put your mind at ease with time. Time is a gift, and everyday is yours. God wants 
you to live free and without worry of time. He will walk with us every step of the way every 

As all of us on Earth must work to sustain our lives here, we must also remember to work 
for our spiritual well being. Your relationship with God will provide you with the food for your 
spirit. The food for your spirit is a great variety such as wisdom, understanding, joy, peace, 
love, and patience. In this job you have only one boss and that is God. That is a great 
comfort in knowing you have such a great boss as God. This is a perfect side job, working to 
feed your spirit. Start your application process now by praying to God. He will surely hire 
you and your spirit will be fed.

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the layoff

more the norm than the exception
in this wonderful capitalist rape room
where coming into work can mean
leaving early without a job & a
pink slip, with a pat on the back & a
“thanks for being such a good worker”---
armed with all the facetious nonsense
that emanates from the mouths of 
higher-ups, whose jobs are just a little
more secure than your own,
making them bent further over the table
with the drill shoved so deep up inside
them that you couldn’t pull it out with
a ****ing forklift,
if you even dared to try.

and on the day you come in &
they’ve taken away some of your coworkers,
leaving you “alive” as far as the workforce 
goes (for one more day), you feel an odd
sense of guilt & blame, like it should have,
like it could have, like it will be you---
much like on imagines a survivor of a plane
crash sees the deaths of their co-flyers as
a precursor to their own fessing up to 
that certainty of mortality,
you close your mouth with a sudden horror---
because these people were your friends,
as far as the workplace is concerned---
you’ve spent hours, weeks & years with 
them & their fate has been decided with a 
****ing red pen & a greeting at the door
when they were coming in, 
because the higher-ups didn’t even have the
goddamned decency to give them a call
prior to the beginning of the work day---
so now, they hang their heads, some cry,
and in the eyes of all of them is a new
terror…a head full of “what am i gonna do?”
adding them to the legions of 
america’s growing unemployed---
oh the wonderful “land of the free,”
where you can smile as long as you are

tomorrow, they go online to file for
unemployment, to start the hardest job that
there is---
for a

and you miss them.
and you hope the best for them.
and you know the cards are stacked against them.
and you know neither obama or romney is gonna
****ing help them.
and you go to sleep so you can get up in the morning &
go back to the slaughterhouse,
hoping today isn’t your day (always tense & ready for your
time) &
hoping that wherever they are,
that they are ok.

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What effect has sloth upon the soul

Sloth begets in a soul
A spirit of indifference
In our spiritual duties and
A disgust for prayer


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Check out the drama scene. "Mr Do Right" and the drama queen. Making a fuss 
about the "ifs" and the "buts" of life they call marriage made in heaven on earth; 
now do tell - is all this drama what it's really worth?

Here in the final hour is Mr. Goodbar and his woeful Mrs. Wallflower who no 
longer can "Fight the Power"; in the days of her youth she was all about the 
business of making it work for her good. Now 20 years later he is as loud and 
strong and as good as they come but Mrs. Wallflower looks like "Mrs. Doubtfire" 
and is plainly and painfully misunderstood.

We strive for golden anniversaries and "pie in the sky" while we wear rose 
colored glasses on our newly wed eyes but after 7 years, sleepless nights 
children and and many wept tears, we realize that "Our Love Thang" is more than 
just a foolish lover's game but it is the hardest, most rewarding work we have 
committed to in all of our adult years.

Marriage:  Long live the dream.

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

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

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

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

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

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Dear Teacher,

If, I’ve not done my home works;
Please, just don’t let me be 
Punctuated, by your total silence.

If, I have done something wrong;
Please, just forgive me; 
Really, it’s not what I wanted.

If, you dislike my presence in your class;
Please, just don’t involve others;
They might hide, from you, in solitude.

If, you hate my absenteeism;
Please, just let me know; 
For who else will remind me?

If, I say, from now on I’ll do the home works
Please, just accept my words, for truly I’ll be
Dutiful, once again, to you…my loving wife.

‘Cos I’ve learned what I needed to learn 
About the not so good intention of those 
Video games in cyber cafés… for our life.    

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Pulling a Plow Through Life

I have managed to muddle through life somehow. It seems I have constantly pulled a plow. Tilling the soil to plant some seed, I have had many an obligation and need. I share the same burdens with my neighbor. What happened to the fruits of my labor? They were all harvested, consumed, and spent. Sometimes I wonder where it all went

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How is sin divided

Sin is divided into the sin we inherit from our first parents
Called original sin
The other we commit ourselves is Actual sin
Actual Sin  is sub-divided by greater amount of sin or mortal sins and lesser sins is Venial sin

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The Secret Life of Wally Smitty

The Secret Life of Wally Smitty 

By Elton Camp

Wally is as ordinary a fellow as they come
His life, to him, seems dull and hum-drum
But once he gets home from work each day,
It’s to his computer where he loves to play

His picture he will gladly send upon request
He’s tall, handsome, and has hair on his chest
To be a movie star Wally surely looks to be fit
In fact, he has a big resemblance to Brad Pitt

His daily work is, Wally is just so proud to say
In the CIA or some days he is a Green Beret
Although he has to drive an older Kia sedan,
He claims a Corvette because he’s “The Man”

And Wally also asserts that he has money galore
How could any girl he meets ask anything more
But at times his secret life he truly comes to hate
Because it’s so hard to keep his stories straight

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September 11 Remembered

9/11 Remembered

A plane hit the tower
On an early September morn
Sitting at work in my chair
My heart was completely torn

Panic on the ground
Planes in the sky
Victims looking up to heaven
Asking themselves why

Then in another state and town
A plane hits the ground
Brought down by brave men
Sadly no life could be found

In the governing town of Washington
The had an attack of their own
Loss of life from this act
At the time was unknown

In a cloud of dust and steel
The two towers came tumbling down
I could hear it on the radio
In my office no one made a sound

How could this have happen?
What kind of evil lives within?
These terrorists with no heart
Actually thoughts they could win

In what was our darkest hour
We found courage, compassion and love
We committed to work together
Guided by the good Lord up above
We doctored the weak
Buried the dead
Listen to our leaders
And believed in what they said

We brought vengeance upon our attackers
Chased then into the ground
The lowest place on earth
Where who’s left could be found

This nation stuck together
Each one working in one accord
Donating time and money
The most one could afford

We risen from the ashes
Should patriotism the terrorists feared
Yet when we look back
Our nation is in tears

It was our worst hour, yet our best hours
It showed what Americans are all about
Proud, determined and resolute
Heads high and standing stout

Today I sit in that very same chair
In my office down the hall
I’m listening to the remembrance on the radio
As a tear starts to fall

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Random Thanks

This is a random thanks going out to all of you who have commented on my poetry so far.
It really keeps me going with my writing, to know that there are people out there who
truly do enjoy reading it.
Special Thanks to Carol Brown, who has been commenting on my poems, basically ever since I
started with this site.

So thank you very much!!

PS:  ALL OF YOUR POETRY IS AMAZING, keep writing, show the world that writing is still
alive, and beautiful as ever!

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What is Anger

Anger is an excessive emotion of the mind 
Excited against any thing
It is an excessive desire for

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Lazy Hound Dog Blues

The alarm goes off, I open my eyes to face the day 
I roll back over to sleep it away 
The wife begins to preach to me 
No work, unemployed, I am free 
I go to the unemployment office and talk to the man 
He looks at my state and says he will do what he can 
The man asks me which of the three jobs I choose 
I don't want a job, I guess I've got those Lazy Hound Dog Blues 
I go outside, sit at the bench and wait for the bus 
I've got nowhere to be, I ain't in no rush 
It's getting to be late in the afternoon 
Getting hungry and will be home soon 
My wife left me a note saying were through 
At the moment I don't care, it's the curse of the lazy hound dog blues 
I tell myself tomorrow I will look for a job 
Gotta clean myself up, no one will hire a slob 
The alarm goes off I hit the snooze 
Not today, I am nagged by those lazy hound dog blues 
My wife calls, says she wants to work things out 
I try to explain, she begins to shout 
She won't listen what's the use 
I tell there is a cure for the flu 
But how do you shake the lazy hound dog blues

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Unfinished Business (The Lockdown)

Did you think you were cool?
to call in a threat?
You Columbine copy-cat,
you coward, you fool?

Teachers hear the “code,”
Teachers who’ve been trained to
hope for the best
prepare for the worst, 
the worst that could possibly happen
at this 
	or any

Students thought it strange,
didn’t get the news,
saw my fast moves,
the blinds drawn
door locked
hands that shook
the lights off

“In the corner, NOW!”
I pointed, afraid
that life or death,
my own, 
my students’
hung in the air

I’m not the self-sacrificing sort,
or so I thought,
wedged between my students
and the door,
the worry-wart,
the mother hen,

knowing I would hurl 
at the gunman,
at the trenchcoat,
so that
bodies could escape.

Still, I hoped,
the boys

“Fight or Flee, do SOMETHING,”
the mantra learned at
Virginia Tech,
the lesson learned
the hard way.

Teen bodies sweat, now,
the smell of fear,
the floor hard, so cold,
the dark,
afraid to whisper,
we listen for sounds
gunshots, anything,
outside that door.

Nobody knows…
“What’s going on?”
Chairs scrape upstairs:
“Fools!” I think, half hope the noise
draws the gunman
away from here,
but that I’m wrong,
it’s a scare,
all at once.

Hunger now,
stomachs growl,
it’s schools end,
we’re finally fed

And if we could find you,
the fool, so cruel,
who started this
it’s YOU we’d feed on,
US you’d fear,
a collective pride,
of Panthers
on the prowl.

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The machine is crushing the man,
bit by bit, toes, shins, knee caps.
The machine is most efficiently
crushing the man, soul and body.
No time to even scream out,
the shock is too incredible.
The machine is crushing the man.
The man incredulous, is crushed.

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the comfort in talking shop

there is a warmth that comes with the talk of work---
when two or more individuals converse about skills & their
prospective mutual context,
of which they may or may not have worked together in
for weeks, months or
but which all parties speaking
know something about because they all hold relevant 
in the area being discussed---
people who genuinely work at their jobs,
whatever they may be,
are able to find a kind of sustenance in the work itself
which others may never find,
if they spend their whole lives 
about every little thing it is that they do---
these individuals 
may never know the comfort 
which comes with discussing the simple nuances 
of a job that is shared,
which brings with it no obligation except
the present work that is needed to be
unlike other communities which members of a workplace may also be involved in,
together or alone,
the job
brings with it a sense of solidarity 
that may be unique to our species
which can lead to discussions of past employment and
past experiences in our lives
revealing that our paths have led us to such a specific 
juncture in time
wherein we now toil
until that time when we part ways & move on.

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fishing with grandpa

Long trips we would take
As we awake another day
Grab our poles and head to the lake
For this is a day we surely have to make

My grandpa puts on his lucky hat
As I look at the map
So many places to fish
So we have supper on our dish

We head out on a sunny day
With no hurtful words to say
We start the boat up right away
With nothing but sun shinning our way

I take a seat by my grandpa as he drives
Smile as we reminisce about our lives
Yep just me and my grandpa on the lake today
And everything shall go our way

Come to a slow stop
I jump up as my pole drops
With a slight swing I cast my string
Waiting for the dinner bell to ring

Starring at my bobber with hope
Hours go by without a mope
Until finally I see a little action 
From my reel I feel traction

My line tightens up
As I smile and take a drink from my cup
My grandpa turns to me and smiles
“You got one there my child“?

I jump up and whip my pole to the air
As my grandpa looks at me in care
I finally hooked one
But my work isn’t done

Reel in slowly he says
As happy thoughts enter my head
Will this be my first catch
This fish is a perfect match

I finally reel in a big one
My work is done
With a smile on his face
He takes my picture just in case

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

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

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

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God can bring all things together

Ezekiel was a prophet during Israel's time of oppression
he wept for his people, he wanted to end their suppression
as life has its  ups and downs and many things can't be understood
just pray for the strength of Father God to help you do all you should
and hold on to God's unchanging hands 
let Him brings things together for you to understand

in the valley of dry bones Ezekiel made a comment
he asked God can these dry bones be reconstituted
yes, The Lord replied, I can bring them back to life
for My power is omnipotent it has no struggle nor strife
God can bring all things together and He'll work on your behalf
He can handle all your problems with His rod and staff

the Lord is about goodness so seek Him every day
submit to His ways and will no matter what He says
it might not make much sense to you just follow His command
for God has the answer to everything, He has a master plan
He entered the valley of dry bones and gave the breath of life
He resurrected the dead like He did for His son Jesus Christ

God gave you a foundation of solid rock on which to stand
He gave you His mercy and grace and extended to you His righteous hands
He can bring things together for the greater good
He can  bring you a miracle like no other could
trust in Him, believe in Him and see the magnificence of His power
know that He can bring all things together even at your midnight hour
He spoke life back into those dry bones and infused them with The Spirit
He put flesh back on those dry bones and Ezekiel won't forget it

God can bring all things together like no other can
it's time for you to see the beauty of His master plan
He resurrected His son Jesus Christ
He offered mankind eternal life
Jesus' death was the justification
so mankind could again have eternal salvation
and with the power of His Heavenly Throne
He spoke life back into those dry bones
God can work out any problem with His righteous hands
God can bring all things together just because He can

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Going Through The Motion

        If what  you're doing now is not  worth finishing

          and you keep starting it for the sake of going

                             through the motion,

                                   no emotion,

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

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Write Something

I have been challenged

To everyday


You’d think that’d be a simple task

Since I call myself a writer


Isn’t as easy as it seems.

What am I supposed to write

When all I’m trying to do is



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

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

Making the commute to and from work a complete disaster


About how for once

The CTA was running on time

And I actually made it to work early

As opposed to my standard 5 – 10 minutes late


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

And how fast times flies when I’m not 


About how I’m grateful that I have a job

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


About the homeless woman I saw during lunch

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


About never finding the time to myself to write 

Instead settling on jotting lines down 

On whatever piece of paper is handy

Whenever something comes to mind


About how at the end of the day

I look in my notebook and all I see written is



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Loss Love

Its still hard to believe
that you're gone away from me
can you get it through your head
that we are meant to be
if you cant get it through
then Im not the one for you
we been seperated for several years
I did my share
now its up to you
to change your ways
to act like a man
admit you were wrong
when you fuked my friend
and when that night
I caught you at the club
with another woman
givin kisses and hugs
It takes more of a man
to be true to his wife
it makes me so sad
youre not actin right
I still have thoughts of you
that youre comin back
its communication
that you lack,
im willing to work it out
to save this marriage
but its up to you
to pick up your slack,
but if you dont
I will love you no matter what
even when this divorce is through,
deep down within me
I still want to be with you
I want to hold you in my arms
and never let go,
I want to love you forever
and grow old
Indeed I tried so hard
to work this out
but you keep on putting me down
when in fact, it was you
who cheated on me
with a few,
my bestfriend,
your lady friend,
after all this mess,
I still love you

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Low Battery

My job's a bore, 
it pays some bills
and helps me buy 
my sleeping pills.
It pays for female
 hormones, too
and Prozac so 
I won't get blue.
It pays for pills 
I split in half
(the uppers I must
 make to last)
He only prescribed
me thirty-two  
when they are gone, 
what will I do?
Some more Excedrin
 with caffeine
to try and fuel 
this old machine.
They pay me just 
to sit and stare
at rhythms in 
the monitor's glare.
Most of the time, 
I'm doing nil.
I look forward to 
my sleeping pill.

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Labor of Childhood

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

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

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

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

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The reason it hurts

The reaon it hurts so much to seperate is because our souls are connected.
Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we have lived a thousand lives 
before this one and in each of them we've found each other. And maybe each 
time,we've been forced apart for some the same reasons. That means that this 
goodbye is a goodbye for the past ten thousand years and a prelude to will happened 
next. When i look at you, I see your beauty and grace and know they have grown 
stonger with every life you have lived. And i know i have spent every life before this 
one searching for you. Not someone like you but you, for your soul and mine must 
always come together. And then for a reason neither of us understand we have said 
good bye.I would love to tell you that everything will be okay and work out, and i 
promise to try and do all i can to make it work between us. But is for some reason we 
never meet again and this truly goodbye, i know we will see each other in another life. 
Maybe if we find each other again the stars would have changed, and we will be able 
to love each other again but not only for this time but for all the past times we've had 

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This is a notice of my disgust
To a man I thought that I could trust
What thoughts could have been in your head
Because  all you've accomplished is to make me feel dread 
I really don't ever want to go back
I just want to give up on it all & pack
I want to go home now more than ever
All connection with this place I would like to sever
But of course I'm caught in a catch 22
Because for my kids lives leaving is not the right thing to do
As always I will put my girls future first
I hope I can continue without an outburst
I don't know how I'm gonna deal with this revolt
When all it's doing is making me want to bolt.

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a new day, same style

again I sit in the seat of a student, back to being a kid. 
back to the realities of life, in which I have hid.
again come the papers and exams
back to the all nighters and study crams
again set outside of this basic mold
back to the iron bars, secluded and cold
I am who I am, set outside of the box
my mind is my own, and my thoughts are unlocked

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The Dreaded Day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(December 22,  2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

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

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In the Future

When I finally stop doing schoolwork
I can start to create my future plans
Those that I have always dreamed lovingly
Making websites for many wanting one
Money will start flowing back to me now
As I will be making what clients want
My dream, my future, my ideal life
But first I must do what I need to do
Finish my schoolwork and get my degree

Russell Sivey

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I never thought that life demands so much   
Our great efforts and astute hard work

Indeed life is a challenge    

When we take things for granted 
Such as the way we wanted 
Then it is always going to hurt you 
To give a reason there is no best clue 

Indeed life is a challenge    

No person is perfect 
But there is this effect 
Where work is allocated among all 
It gets resized to become small 
When this division of work given to you 
Then it is always very easy for you 
To master it gradually 
You can work perfectly

Indeed life is a challenge    

When you try your best but don’t get it 
Then don’t feel shocked and disappointed 
The reason is yours this error 
To make yourself feel pressure 
When you worked hard but for a few days 
So you were working for hours in case 
But it was required a few months of preparation 
Working for a few hours a day in regulation 

Indeed life is a challenge    

So work hard but systematically 
Prepare yourself effectively 
Better planning 
And understanding 

Indeed life is a challenge    
Accept it! 

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the frequent apology

a balloon half-filled with helium 
hovers five inches or so below the ceiling of the cafeteria
a few feet away from the time clock &
on a table near the balloon,
a sympathy card bearing the signatures of most of the folks
who work at the plant
sits on the table
waiting for her to enter.

when she does enter,
with her head bent down towards the ground,
some of the female employees waiting to punch in
stop their talking
as if they were anticipating a public beheading,
and welcome her back---
when she raises her head,
the bruises, this time,
take up more color than the normal pigment of her face &
the purpling gets worse towards the eyes
where the bleeding beneath the skin was so bad
it is blackened & puffy.

most of the women do not pretend that what has happened in their
coworker’s past,
did not lead to this point &
they walk up individually to speak in quiet tones directly to her
tip-toeing on eggshells 
not wanting all the information
but wanting to be able to express concern &
hoping that the man responsible
is locked up in a cage now
where her can’t get to her---
the collective want in the room for justice
is unanimous.

and before the traumatic brain injury landed her in the hospital, 
she let him plead his “case,”
as she had so many times before---
this time, the apology was followed with blame
bestowed upon her head with the heavy side of the blender sitting
on the kitchen counter,
just inches away from where they’d been arguing---
as that wasn’t enough,
he followed up the initial blows
with fists &
on it went 
until everything went dark.

this time,
the frequent apologies,
the buying of flowers,
the casting of money her way after roughing her up a bit &
the making of excuses in the workplace
for what really happened,
can no longer be tolerated---

what has brought her to this place
will not be let go by the people who love her &
fortunately for her,
she has such people to protect her
from what now,
is all too obvious &
the big changes in her life that need to come,
can no longer be put on hold
for the make-believe paradise
when he would have finally exercised all his demons &
appreciated her for who she was.

had she been better off financially,
she would have been able to stay home &
let the damage heal---
would things have turned out different if that had been the case?
another excuse, 
another beating,
another apology, 
another beating,
another excuse, 
another apology,
another beating, 
another apology,
another excuse---

would she be alive to return to work at all.

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Do You Hold A Grudge

I knew of a "brother" who held a grudge.
From his position.  He wouldn't "budge."

When asked why he held this...
 against a certain person.
Having nothing to do with him. 
 He was certain!

The reason for this grudge...  
Is probably "silly" to many.
When asked for a good reason.  
There wasn't any.

He said; "I don't hold any 
kind of unforgiveness."
"What I do..."  "It's none of your business!"

"I don't hold a grudge and I
 want to be clear!"
"There are some people... 
 I wish weren't here!"

Are there people in your life 
who've been "shut out.?"
"Is this what being Christ' example is all about?

Living for Christ is not about who we "avoid."
If a life of Godliness is to be fully enjoyed.

We can make "excuses" to stay
 away from somebody.
This could be your brother.  
Neighbor.  Or anybody.

Christ gave his life and wants 
us to follow his rules...
He knows all about us....  And is never fooled!

May your life be filled with 
compassion for every soul.
In doing this...  You'll be made 
complete and whole!

Discover true freedom.  Leave any 
"grudges" in the past.
Enjoy true victory in Christ...  
And a peace that 'll last!

By Jim Pembeton

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God is you

Go and make your God dance Then you can take his place Work hard, make people smile Fight for your dreams, Don't just "Let it be" Be awesome, as you should be.

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I heard the bad news Monday morning

Everybody's saying,"Wow, what a drag."

Seems the skin heads had some point to prove

Now little Davey's dead in his sleeping bag

so I found myself a spot with green grass

somewhere way on down in the United States

Had a jug of wine, I had some time to pass

I picked up my guitar and I began to play

For the lovers on the on ramp

and the old men in the park

for the bad side of the city

the little fishes and the sharks

and those who give so much to life

and those that take away

and those who work so hard to get by

while Davey..................

Davey found the time to play.

We'd see little Davey up on the corner

playing like he didn't have a choice

we never thought that he'd go anywhere

He couldn't play guitar, he didn't have a voice

but we'd hang out and listen to him anyway

there was something bout his style

You know it wasn't so much the way he played

I think it was the way he smiled

while he sang

about the lovers on the the on ramp

and the old men in the park

about the bad side of the city

the little fishes and the sharks

Those who give so much to life

and those who take away 

and those who work so hard to get by

while Davey.....................

Davey had the time to play.

We heard the bad news Monday morning

everybody's saying, "Wow, what a drag."

Seems the skin heads had a point to prove

Now little Davey's dead in his sleeping bag...........

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Ms. Jealous Girl 3-1-06

Ms. Jealous girl thinks she's better than me
Why should you be mad at me for the things I can do?
I live my own life and do my own things
Why are you so jealous of my life and such?
Ms. Jealous girl wanted to where I go and who I chat to
It is none of your besswax what I do and don't bother to ask.
I am sick and tired of you telling others that you're jealous of me
And sick of you telling my man things that you made up about me.
Ms. Jealous girl stop asking the girls at work if I'm there or not
Because I had it with you and ever since you left, I don't want you coming around 
starting trouble with me.
I don't want to speak to you or see you at all and leave me al alone.
Ms. Jealous girl, you're not welcome at my home and see my friends there
Because we all don't want to be your friend.
Lies and Lies and I was sick of it, really from you.
You got mad when I went out drinking with friends from work
You got mad at me when my man and I went out or away for a while
You got mad at me when I wasn't scheduled for work and yelled at me
You got at me for things I can do, even cleaning around the house is one thing 
that you never ever did in your carppy life.
Ms Jealous girl, stop calling here at the house, cuz your ex Kevin doesn't want 
you back and not allow to step foot in the house
You call crazy hours of the night just to get a hold of him but he also has a life 
and you get jealuos at him going bar hopping with his buddies and you got mad 
when he goes out with my man.
Ms Jealous girl, if you come to see me at work and start things with me, 
All I can say to you is this,
"You have been totally JEALOUS of me for the things I can do and where I go and 
leave me alone. No one at the house want to hang with you." 
Ms Jealoud girl, you have your own things to do and don't worry what Iam doing 
next week, next month, or next year. I have better things to do.
Ms Jealous Girl, let my pals and I do our own things and don't call my place when 
I go out.
Ms Jealous Girl, everyone is sick of your lies and you gotta stop that or everyone 
around you won't want to be with you.Ms Jealous girl, want to know her name? 
Her name is Tiffany and she is known as the 
Ms Jealous Girl, I have a life and better things to do and screw you!

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Beggar Man!

I saw you there resting
your chair near the door.

Long Black hair dirty
Needing a bath. smiling.

Red and green stick figure Jesus
Pictures you offered. Grinning.

I was moved by your plight.
Almost giving you my dollar.

Dark Eyes shining, pitiful.
I prayed Jesus would forgive me.

Poor people's change jingling 
as it fell into your bucket.

You paid for a juice with a big bill.
Your chair blocking the long line.

Rolling away to the fartherest space.
Standing to toss your chair into the car.

Counting the ones. Pouring  their change 
into your backseat bucket. Laughing.

Driving away in your red convertible.
baseball cap pulled low over shifty eyes.

The blond next to you chattering
no pity for a cripple in her adoring eyes.

I hope your Jesus on torn poster 
board  forgives YOU! Beggar Man!

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If we share body and soul, then sleep in my t-shirt fa sho
Hold that, pose that, in the sack take a picture for show
They don’t make em like us, we like a Monte Carlo wit 4 doors.
But my bodies carved though, from liftin those bars though.
That’s why you listen to my bars though
They keep you drunk wit love like you went to cupids bar though
In the streets, we go hard for each other, in the sheets we go hard for each other.
You who I call when I’m under, you so sweet but you aint no man’s sucka
You know in the streets I’m a baller like I work out at the Rucker
You goin have a brotha fiendin if yo rear get any plumper.
You can sleep, eat and breath on my t-shirt but after work I’m a wanna see what’s under.
You won’t even dare care, because you know I’m thinkin “I can’t wait to touch her"
Thinkin the same thang, we interchange so our minds in the same frame.
Bowl a 300 in the same game, record holder say the same name.
All in my t-shirt, so sweet make all my teeth hurt, but you know its all worth.
With you, never easy so it’s all work, but play when I get the 69 page at work.
We could get stranded on an island; I’d survive thin for 365 then just from see’n you in my t-shirt.

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Fighting flames
Risking their lives
Facing dangerous infernos of death.

Families fear as firemen save lives
hellholes raging

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    January 17, 2010

Poetic form:  Tetractys

Dedicated to firemen around the world.  But particularly to my son-in-law, Steven Collins, 
who has risked himself and saved others.  I love you for your valor and because of who you 
are.  Love, Mom2.

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The City

Everywhere you look there are skyscrapers,
Everywhere around you there is noise,
Everyone around you is busy,
Everywhere you turn there are people,
Daily traffic swallows the highways,
The sidewalks are flooded with people,
construction workers and buisness poeple,
GO through with this everyday.
The sound of cars honking is constant,
Along with the pattern of footsteps,
people with always come and go,
As they pass throug the difficult city.
It always seems as if you are in a dream,
Where everything just passes you by,
And the, finally, when the day is done,
You feel as if it hasn't even come yet.
The city is tiring, busy and loud,
It where everyone seems to be,
The city might be the perfect place for you,
But it's not for me.

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Quite a piece of work

She’s like a boor or a yokel
who knows no boundaries
such a pain in the neck
that makes others suffer.

Her ways is irritating,
like in many instances
where collaboration entails
either at work or in any human endeavor.

She continues to brag about
her role as someone who’s in charge
but that’s not a big deal;
not even something to tell.

It’s always in that perspective
where one has to understand
that our role as co-workers
doesn’t need so much ambition.

It’s true that human relationship
a proverbial tone in all sectors
that conflicts come to the fore
inevitable, a challenge by nature.

Confrontation or dialogue
with sincerity and openness
difficult but meaningful
especially in our culture.

It’s nonetheless a real picture
about ourselves in actions
the work of human principles
negate hiding and sugarcoating.

Well, that’s life in reality,
always the common reason
co-existence in similar institution
needs prayer and communication.

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Let another mouth praise
you . Instead of your own.
Just live your life and people
will know what type of person
that's living in the inner house.
Let another mouth praise you .
Instead of your own;and you
will find that they were watching 
you all the time.

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Are You Going Through A Layoff

Going Through A Layoff???

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton

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Fom Greek pentecoste = the fiftieth day after Easter
Originally feast on whichIsrael celebrated 
The establishment of the covenant with God
On Mount Sinai
Through the Pentecost event in Jerusalem
It became for Christians the feast of the Holy Spirit


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are these the colors you colored?

color the world any color you like,
     the trees the sea the mountains and rivers that hide
         red yellow blue and green mix and match use one two or three,
               change the gray and black  and bring forth the light that's inside.

fill the world with fillings to be only so true
    with touches of peace love tenderness and more,
           puppy love crushes hopelessly romantics and that first kiss
                from coast to coast let these fillings wash along all shores,

listen to the sound that we never hear,
     the birds singing the wind rustling the water resting
           let them play louder then any thing else for a moment...
                 sway with the leafs tumble with the weeds a moment ever lasting,

look and see the world no one see's
      look as they move on never seeing the beauty at there feet,
               see how they block out all we once had what was once there
                        joy,hope, happiness, just fun look...some thing you didn't repeat.   
                     see you colored what you felt and listed to what you never seen 
                            taken over by meaningless emotionless THINGS
                                 if you went back in time what would you say?
                                      you stopped looking filling and listening... 
                                          you no longer color the pages you see
                                              you don't even hear the sounds...
                                                 or fill the moments you live...
                                                    your just... around.                 

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Jefferson Street

Jefferson Street

You would think
facing three flights
of subway stairs,
            one from poverty,
                    and one from husband,
with your hands full of produce and
the handle of a stroller and
the stroller full of daughter and
a Lot of other questions that you can't stop
to answer
   (because the last time you did
     your little boy didn't
                   would make you think twice
about gathering your groceries
in your arms
and asking the first man in a collar
to bring her up
in his.

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Never get enough sleep
or enough money.
The baby won't stop crying.
The bills are late again.
Go to work each day.
God knows I'm trying.
Can't grasp the concept of living.
But, I'm happy anyway.

Sanity's hard to keep
It's not even funny.
The wine bottle's always chilled.
I drink in my corner.
Trapped in the same hole
where morality is killed.
Sure sucks getting older.
But, none of it bears on my soul.

Can't ever make it on time
Why bother trying?
Cold rain sends chills down my spine,
Now my mother is calling.
An urge to hide away
tempts, still I decline.
Holding on to keep from falling
But, I'm smiling anyway.

Don't get along with my ex.
There's no denying
that life's always a struggle.
Hurts staying above.
Insane and dramatic
Issues to juggle
All the while I fell in love.
And this love keeps me ecstatic,

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greener (screaming from the soapbox)

our color of survival in this country
that which will outlast the empire
that which will give us hope again
is much more green than 
anything else---
where 14 million (on the books) are
out of work,
where anger is at an all time high,
where the homeless population of
one american city has gone through the roof
(40,000+ & that is only the number of those
in shelters),
and so many others will follow.

with people camping out &
with everyone who has a pulse & 
who is not part of the 1% controlling 
at this point, having had quite enough---
the ball CAN start rolling again if we accept the
that is,
we can work on solving two problems with one

unless you lock yourself in an empty room,
screaming at the walls,
you must see the weather changing,
you must of heard of that 
global warming thing---
and you don’t have to be mr. mckibben to understand
that if there is something that needs doing, 
and it isn’t being done,
things will get worse.
you don’t have to be a genius to know
that in the current capitalist nightmare,
if you don’t have a job,
you will not survive &
the financial turmoil of this country can be dealt with
by improving the lives of those out of work by 
bringing them back to work---
pure & simple.

tossing out the desperate continued reliance on
unrenewable resources,
replacing them with a green philosophy,
where care for our environment walks 
hand in hand with the employment of the people suffering in
this country,
seems to be a 
no brainer.

the building of high speed rails,
better forms of mass transit,
cars that run on any one of the number of alternative fuels or
(already known & waiting on the shelves---put there by 
they all can be built
(as they are in other, smarter countries) &
it can be done with those that are presently
out of work.

you know it.
i know it &
the american people know it.

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The Blessed Hands

I see the fields of a thousand years, Stretched before my eyes, And the hard work I've endured throughout those years, Seeing the fruits of my painstaking labor, That blood and sweat have produced. I've rid my fields of the hatred of the world, Held the bugs of disease at bay, Kept the rabbits of famine from reaching life, And squashed the snakes of drought, Watching day by day the evils dying, Withering away like the dust in my mind, Watching my life's work grow before my eyes. The pain that plagued my heart once, Is now lifting into the setting sun, Blowing off into the breeze of yester morn, Into the whistling ends of time. Towards the gates in the glorious heavens, That guide the lost souls of this world, With their mighty trumpets. My field is a reflection of my life, The perils I have faced day in and day out, And the hardships I have had to endure, Near to the brink of my own destruction, And the constant showers of tears, That once shrouded my blurry vision. I leave this world with this gift, To show them what can be accomplished, Through hard work and sacrifice. Things can be rewritten, Fate is not always the way it is meant to be, You must make it your destiny, Shape your own future, Or the crops of existence, Shall wither and die.

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sitting underneath the thinking tree

sitting underneath the thinking tree
i think about the times we struggled for our own happiness
now we live to make each other miserable it seems
we are the best clowns constructing colors to present our facade

sitting underneath the thinking tree
i think about the moments when we would admire eastern views
now we cannot wait until the moon becomes our separation pillow
we are the best mimes mimicking benevolence to prevent instantaneous interrogation

sitting underneath the thinking tree
i think about the things we scrapbooked in our minds as memories
now we just have mounds of jigsaw puzzle hoards threatening our lives daily
we are the best comedic team perfectly disguising the fact that our union is indeed a joke

sitting underneath the thinking tree
i think about the reasons in which i have grown to love you
now we work once again on the overrepaired fixer upper which defines our love's journey
we are the best romantic reparation team often dropkicking the most centrifugal part of our interplanetary foundation

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Beautiful in My Eyes

Dedicated to my teacher, who has helped me more than she'll ever 

When the world denies your hard work 
Refusing your wisdom in years,
Please, just remember what I’m saying,
Please don’t cry any tears. 
People will try to bring you down
No matter what you do
But know this, these words I say,
‘Cause you and I know they are true.
Your hard work has helped me this year
I wouldn’t be who I am without you
This life I live right here and now
Is possible because of what you do.
You encourage my hopes and all my dreams
And help me reach my goal
I wouldn’t be me without you
These seeds, I wouldn’t be able to sow.
You have helped me learn how to write
In fact, you taught me yourself
Whether you’ve realized it or not, 
You’ve helped me become myself.
I can’t imagine eighth grade without you
It’s been a wonderful year
I can’t believe I’m now saying good-bye
And beginning to hold back tears.
I know how you try to be perfect
At least  some of the time,
You like to do everything you can
To help me find a rhythm or a rhyme.
And life isn’t always perfect
In fact, it rarely is
It’s often so sudden and indistinct
It feels like a giant pop quiz.
But no matter where life takes you,
No matter how bad you may want to cry,
Remember these words that I’ve said to you
And know that you’re beautiful in my eyes.

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In the eye of the beholder

As the climate for liturgical celebrations
evokes the sacredness of the most High,
God, who is the author of life and love,
enables everyone to give worship to him.

Where I usually go for the morning mass,
in the convent of the Presentation Sisters,
there’s a classical atmosphere of silence –
with depth and simplicity in their lifestyle.

They’ve gone to great lengths in their lives
as educators and pastoral associates in parishes;
their dedication to work up to the hilt 
inspires me to keep focused on my calling.

Indeed, their gifts have been shared to others,
with their availability and generosity;
steeped in their spirituality as religious
whose role leads to the church of the poor.

Like movements in most solo concertos,
dynamic account of virtuousic commands,
Sisters’ fervor and sense of performance
are fitting to highlight their wondrous styles.

Their devices have enhanced working with people,
through successes and failures, ups and down,
trudging through the mud of their angst and trials
still perseverance can be painted with predominance.

While most of them now are retired and aging,
I can still trace profiles of their great significance;
their inner identity mired with God’s beauty
a treasure for me, a centerpiece of religiosity.

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Nature 4-8-85

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

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this is a place where i can find time to rhyme

organize each line and claim that each is mine

when im bored i can write, in the light, of the monitor

liquid crystal plasma attacks like asthma

I'm awake in the day, work with no play

bored in a way that the brain cant weigh

my mind goes numb and i start to say:

"I cant live this way but there's things i gotta pay."

"Bills, meals, craigslist deals..."

"Insurance payments, I wish that I was famous."

Then I realize that we all gotta work

Stay busy stay busy supervisors lurk

and I realize that work brings peace

No work no work roaming the streets

so this is my rant while im at work bored

stay at work, work it out, dont pull out the cord

no work builds, then the bills you cant afford. 

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Under Your Feet

Being one of the Lord’s Solder is not going to be easy.

There are a lot of battles you are going to go through.

The Devil will use your children, family, and Friend’s as a lie.

Like they can do with out you around, and you don’t need to work on yourself, you 
are fine.

You must know it is a lie.

Yes, they need you just not right now, because you need to work on yourself first 
and follow the Lord.

The Devil is not gone all the time he is right behind you and He may some of the 
time get right in front of you and challenges you.

So when the Devil tries to talk to you, know that God speaks louder and listens 

Anytime, ask God to help you and put the Devil under your feet,
Where He belongs…

Kimberly Hunter- McNiel

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Blue Collar Blues

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

written 9-5-04
while still a college studenta

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the vomit

if you sit down with that infamous poorly written work of fiction &
you read it cover to cover,
you may not feel a thing---
you may, in fact, simply close the book & toss it in the round file (garbage),
and go about your day, 
as if nothing happened at all---
yes, the healthiest you that you can muster,
would do just that.

if you sit down with that infamous poorly written work of fiction & 
you read it cover to cover with one or more believers present, egging you on,
you may begin to feel sick.

you may begin to feel violently ill,
and as you begin to rock & dry-heave, 
your rational conscience may very well be telling you that up until now,
there was no doubt in your mind that the world was older than 6,000 years,
that snakes did not talk, 
that a boat of 450 feet in length never housed two members of every living thing on the planet in hopes of surviving a flood, 
that the patriarchs of the old testament did not in fact live to be 400 years old or more, that a man’s wife (without a name or any other characteristics) did not turn into a pillar of salt, 
that a burning bush never had a conversation with a man (no matter how delusional he was)---nor did that same man make a stick into a snake and then back into a stick or water to blood, or did he bring with him ten plagues to dispose of at his leisure (including frogs falling from the sky, etc.)....
more psychobabble, etcetera...
more psychobabble, etcetera...
and it all begins to warp in your dizzy head
you begin to feel the puke coming up from inside &

the vomit 
comes up 
your throat 
& spews out 
forth onto 
that came into 
you as a horrible 
virus that went
rampaging in
your body.

wipe your lips & leave the room as quickly as you came in. 

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Share each and every year.
They give their best.
They are motivated individuals,
Who have passed the test,
Which covers nobility, generosity, sincerity, and pride.
They lead us to the path of happiness and success,
With their hearts opened wide.
They guide the future to vast horizons,
With unselfish guidance.
The chief examples of patriotism,
Of living the American way,
Each and every day.

wrote 4-29-10

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Slow DOWN!

In this fast paced day and ag
all anyone has in mind
is finishing school, growing up
leaving childhood behind

regardless of the circumstances
and regardless of what they needf
parents push their kids too hard
the key emphasis is speed

"Quick quick! hurry up! Learn faster
are you out of your mind?
You can't afford to move that slow
your going to be left behind"

Pushing children to act like adults
expecting matruity beyond their years
never listening to anything they have to say
not their questions, doubts or fears

Underage we have no voice
we are neither seen nor heard
but the things you expect us KIDS to do
are really damn absurd

a generation of adolescants
pushed ahead and forced to compete
fighting in the adult world
attempting to find their feet

Listen, we are not ready
to act and think like you
when we grow up, we will go on
and do the things you do

You have CHILDREN in the workforce
struggling for their wage
with the whole world on their shoulders
before they are of age!

Give us a little more time
before you put us to teh test
let us learn just a little bit more
before we have to compete with the rest

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What is Covetousness

Covetousness is Greed
Part of 7 Capital Sins
Or Deadly Sins
Greed is an excessive desire for worldly things

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Incivility Rules

Everyone plays the blame game
Yet everything remain the same
No matter our words or actions
Which become brief distractions
None ever accepts responsibility
For today’s increase in incivility

Everyone says it’s not their fault
For this constant uncivil tumult
Good manners no longer exist
Only bad attitudes now persist
As all is contrary and untoward
With acceptance as its reward

Everyone it sadly would appear
Simply no longer bother to care
Every rule is now readily broken 
Civility expressed is just a token
Since bad has now become good
All restraint cannot be restored

Everyone quite simply it seems
In the pursuit of selfish dreams
Reject past lessons once learned
Worry not for who gets burned
Choosing to do whatever it takes
With no regard for any mistakes

Everyone present in this world
Accept any unkind insult hurled
Not caring what’s right or wrong 
Seeking instead not to get along
Not realizing they look the fool
As irrepressible incivility rules

© Eugene Harvey

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the uphill scramble

our way to the end of the work day is through
laughter &
as long as we must endure this system’s bull*****absurdity,
where we work for crumbs thrown to us by the 1% of the rich
tossing them to us from the table,
we must get through it
(at the same time resisting it within, constantly looking for ways to 
dismantle it)---
if still employed, still churning like a gear rumbling with the rest in 
this poorly oiled machine
spitting up debris &
slowing down to a dragging pace behind the rising powers amidst us,
the “now” still rears its ugly head,
subtracted right down to the passing minutes,
the watching of the clock,
the passing hours,
the watching of the clock &
the final release when the routine ends &
we’re allowed an interval to breathe
from the clock to the car
from the clock to the subway train
from the clock on the walk home
from the clock onto the bus & the bus to the walk & the walk to the
regardless of your own personal pilgrimage,
you’re not alone in this.

what can be done during the day,
during the actual “doing” of the work,
is the telling of jokes, making each other crack up---
remember that funny thing you saw on television the other day?
telling a coworker or coworkers can liven things up &
invigorate conversation &
communication, which though constantly being thwarted against by the
make for a more human workplace existence,

sharing detailed descriptions of our lives outside the
speaking about our upcoming exciting events or
just making fun of the boss man,
all can free us from the tasks at hand &
make us remember that there are things this machine cannot take away.

though our experiences might not seem comparable,
these are all ways to embrace the passing time
creating a better life from within
despite the supervisors buzzing like flies around our heads
despite the pressing deadlines
despite the unreasonable or downright impossible quotas,
the solidarity that comes from separating the “authority” 
from the actual working people of this empire
is what gives us strength,
for certainly there have always been more of us than
them &
until the day when the tables turn,
letting anyone silence you in order to maximize efficiency,
letting anyone stress you our more than you are already
over the insignificant nature of those “issues” which the man would 
like you to “address”---
from your attire 
to the time you come back from a lunch break,
this kind of subjection of the self
will get us nowhere but dead, quicker,
when the stress kicks in.

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No One Listen

No one listen to a word I say
This continue to go on everyday,
Time after time week after week
The words I say seem so bleak.

I get tired of repeating the same old stuff
They ought to know it by now cause I say it enough,
I wonder do they care about what I say a all
Well, I guess not because they won't follow protocol.

If they do the work and get on one accord
Then they will realize the work wasn't so hard,
When they don't do the chores, I bring out my rod
Now all of a sudden, they wanna call on God.

God don't wanna listen and hear what you say
He's gonna say you should listen and obey,
I wouldn't have use the rod if they'd payed attention
All because no one would listen.

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One thing in common

One thing in common

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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how many dead grandmas

how many dead grandmas?

one idiot calls into work saying their grandma died &
the next week that same idiot tells their professor 
that they missed class because their grandmother 
died & the very next week calls into work saying their
other grandma died & a day later tells their prof that their
other grandma died & the classmates & coworkers talk
amongst themselves saying that the same idiot held other
jobs before this one & frequented other classes before 
this one overflowing with dead grandmother galore---
how many dead grandmas can one idiot have?


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The whispering of a rich Victorian clock sounds ever so appealing
With a mahogany table and a vase with 24 full stemmed roses on display
And a mirror at the end of the hallway
 I can’t really contain my delight of
For when I open my eyes I will be here
Counting the few dollar bills in my hand
I love that feeling
When I can lay down and instead of counting time I could count happiness
When I could see my people not labor in vain
No matter how much money I make it’s always going to stay the same
It’s harder to live than to die without a coin in my purse and a frown on my brow
Everlasting torture I receive when I view that house on the hill
Full of nice things I’ll probably never have and never will
It gets harder when it’s cold and my mother has to work outside
For a couple of dollars an hour and with pain in her backside
And  no matter how hard I try to rub it out
The pain will stay in her eyes
And my brother and sisters cry for a better life so I work
Pulling an halfass job on minimum wage just to get by
Vindicate me please, I can’t live on the tips you give me
I might seem materialistic but the things I need aren’t free, 
I try not to ask for much but 
I’ll give my soul my life my heart my dreams for that tiny light of hope
That I seldom get to see
And someday my mother will have that house with as many rooms as she wants
And my father will no longer have to work overtime to afford the food we eat on 
our dining room table
I swear as soon as I get my degree
I’m a little selfish, a little too smart, and a bit too confident
But that’s the ingredients it takes to get past you and take what you have

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Night Sounds / Night Thoughts

Endless train whistles,
At the limits of one's hearing,
Never farther away,
Seemingly never, ever nearing...

Sirens shrill screech,
At times of their own choosing,
The pulse of mountain winds,
Never gaining, never losing,

Honking winged geese,
A satire of city cabs?,
In cloud bound nature's streets,
Small planes coming and going,
In a parade of me wondering,
but, never knowing,
Where they might have come from,
And where they now are going...

Abandoned homes,
Abandoned dreams,
Stars sparkle in a
mockery of fate,
Who was the last to leave that home?
And what might have been the date?

Will bears soon be wandering
down city streets,
Perhaps shopping for a new coat?
Wild dogs in packs attacking anything?
The bray of feeding goats?

My silent snores go unappreciated now,
There's no one to say "Good Night",
The body aches, my will it strains,
I have no one to share my pains...

Empty pockets stress my hope,
It takes all my will to cope,
Where has everybody gone to?
Has everyone gone to the moon?
I await my turn to join them,
I pray it will be coming soon...

Or am I left here to guard the past?
For me to be the very last?
To witness what the fates have cast?
To experience decay first hand,
Through the hour glass's ebbing sand,
How pointless time does then stand,
Not like a full head of hair..
But a single, lone strand?

Me, the lone keeper of times no more,
As giant machines still hum busily,
No one now to know their purposes,
now or then for sure....

And now you must go too...
I wonder, I wonder,
What I will do?
Alone, books and ink,
My sole companions till
my ship does finally sink?
I eye the rifle in the corner...
Maybe the rules God will bend...
If I use it as my ticket to tranquility,
For, at least, my pain to end?

Yes, at its worst,
No more pain...
Sure it is forbidden,
But reasons to live seem to drain...
No one to say Goodnight to,
No one to say Good Morn...
No one to hear me question...
Why I was ever born...

To those who complain of pressures,
Of work, of family....
Could sit in my chair,
eyes opened...
And see what I can see...
I'd work 24 hours a day,
7 days a week,
And enjoy every responsibility,
To care for friends and family...
& work 60 hours a week,
& feel the difference,
Paycheck but a bonus,
And, see
& gain a new point of reference,
And from that very day,
You'll see the value of your life,
In a very, very, new way.

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Between You And Me

Some of the little things
That tried to brake us apart
Should of made us strong in our hearts
Because you are the love of my life
I love being your wife
I treasure all our moments together
It is the funny things 
That you do, makes me smile
And life is good with you
That our love can last awhile

Between you and me
We can make our love right
Between you and me
And we can love each other 
Between you and me
We can last forever

When we started out
Others and they had there doubts
They said we wouldn't make it
Between you and me
We can work out the mistakes
Together we can work it out
Together we can make it
Threw all the hard times, rough roads
We've climbed over mountians
Carried some heavey loads
Together we are rasing a family
And my sisters to
And if we have arguments
Between you and me
Realize we all make mistakes
But it takes us to make it right
( Repeat chours)

Some of the little things
That tried to brake us apart
Should of made us strong in our hearts
Because you are the love of my life
I love being your wife
I treasure all our moments together
It is the funny things 
That you do makes me smile
And life is good with you
That our love can last awhile

Between you and me

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

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A Young Stacker of Firewood

My father’s timber array arrived on an 
overloaded Diamond Reo flatbed. 
It dumped oak scraps, leafless dead-woods, 
inspiring last metamorphosis to 
warming fires come winter’s weather. 

Empty, truck leaves then heaves 
into a scrubby alley 
squeezing by barely. 
With its narrow fit made 
it disappearing through a backyard gate 
into a cloud of its own making 
belched from two shaking 
upright tailpipes. 

Bark cull, coppice slats, saw food pilled 
to near roof high. This sawmill refuge awaits 
stacking sequent, once cross-sawed 
and set to a suitable size for stove fodder. 

I am father's volunteer; I am the master stacker 
of wand-wood. With my bow-saw in hand, 
I look not on labor of hours nor days, but eternities. 

In the eyes of evolution's lies I see ancient youths, 
countless fellows of ten-years-old like me 
and leap with them to the task of cave dwellers.

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Haiku Sonneteering

Golden morning light moments prior to pastel holds so many hues
Waking into beams shining on our window screens rise no time to lose
Stumbling out of bed standing taller once again things becoming clear
Automatic drive eliminating thinking slipping into gear

Sitting holding cup lost in concentration coffee waking thoughts
In my mindless state  wrapped together tightly unconnected caught
Take another sip then gather a few to use lightly brushed in prose
Noticing the way that the Summer helps the muse rise from sweet repose

Wending through the day enjoying every part light and carefree hearts
Skip to summer breeze so contented with the ease life wings on to please
Endless Summer days remembered  youthful  romance evening foggy haze
Seasons too soon turn  each carries lovers delight   lately lazy days

So we savor time  enjoying what we're given living hand in hand
Gardening and tied loving every moment grateful of eden

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This Fear that Stuns ALL

A true quest is presented before those young virgin eyes of adulthood,

A focus of vision at still and paralyzed of what becomes of you,

A artic shiver runs down your spine and through your heart,
A sweat that makes snow fall and that same double standard of fire burning in that presence of who you are.

A strike of unknown standards flies you hard and fast,
A worry that will always haunt day and night,

Most quiver in their shoes, others shake in thier hands,

That grail of life, and to strive on, is worse than that boogey man under your bed, that first kiss what waited for you, or the pain of your past.

This one bourdan that is conflicting in all, but driven to make great ones of fellow man.

Is this the work I want to provide me with and share among???

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Food for Thought II

Many problems in the world
Church is one
Self-appointed kings are Founders
Of non-existent Kingdom

Heaven is our kingdom
The King is Jesus Christ
He started it and only Catholic or Roman Catholic Church
Be sure before you die, you're a Roman Catholic

Your God, is my God
Only one in 3 different Divine persons
Men and women are able to know the truth
We thought we'll be in our Kingdom

Disappointed when we knew the truth
We expected but we're cut with the double edge sword
First good impression is can be a lie
Hard to change a reputation

Our God is Jesus Christ
Cooperate with the grace He gives
To not sin
We ignore Jesus in our side

Just cooperate in His Church
He grants you to be very careful of sinning
Pay back what you owe
Unless each of you forgives your brother from your heart

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What is mortal sin

Mortal sin is grievous offense against the law of God
This sin is called mortal because it deprives us of spiritual life
Sanctifying grace
Brings everlasting death and damnation of the soul

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Equipped [Conversation With God] “ 3 His divine power has given us everything we need for a godly life through our knowledge of him who called us by his own glory and goodness. 4 Through these he has given us his very great and precious promises, so that through them you may participate in the divine nature, having escaped the corruption in the world caused by evil desires.” 2 Pet 1:3-4 NIV I am equipped, dear Lord To carry out your will. I’ve been blessed with gifts in every way To work tirelessly for you still. I ask you to refresh my desire To work for you alone. I know You’ll never force me To lay my all at Your throne. It is my wish to please You And not live for my own desires. I ask you to keep me centred To escape the world’s corruption fires. I ask you to guard my heart And make me more discerning Of imminent worldly pitfalls Based on my own fleshly yearnings. My life is dedicated to Your cause A cause far greater than me. Preserve me from temptations; Other distractions with which to agree. I know that there’s nothing In this world that will last. For it’s coming to an end And that end’s looming fast. I don’t need wealth to feed my ego Or lusts to taint my temple and soul Rather I need Your example Of a life that was pure and whole. Help me keep my eyes on You— You and You alone. You’ve equipped me for heaven And eternity’s royal crown. Copyright © 2012 Maureen LeFanue

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A Den Of Want.

I sat inside a den of want, 
On money they did feed,
I looked around at all the girls,
And my heart was pained to bleed,

Their beauty they did put on sale,
So young then sent to slaughter,
To work like this to so survive,
It could have been my daughter?

I sat inside a den of want 
And cried within my soul,
I wished my heart could so reach out,
And stop their tragic roles,

I knew in heart to no avail,
I could ever change a thing?
So instead of money to their lives,
My ears in offering.

They told me of their families,
Their daughters and their sons,
Of how they saved each note they made,
So their work would then be done.

And each and every one of them,
A heart as yours and mine,
And so themselves did sacrifice,
Not emotion but their time.

And as I listened to each one,
My tears began to flow,
That men could offer money then,
For their bodies then to know?

What is this world we so live in?
That man can pay to so then sin,
To take a woman’s self respect,
So that her kin then not neglect.

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Well,here I sit in another line,
Watching the minutes wasting precious time.
I could be home with my family but still,
Trying to make a pay to pay the bills.
What a life to have when you give it some thought,
To be sitting here and with my family I'm not.
So I will go on down the road,just counting the miles.
Talking to the family on the phone and missing their smiles.
The bills will be paid,once again,no money will we see,
Poor is my purpose in life and poor I will always be.
My friends I have forgotten,I have been gone so long.
I remember them occasionally,in the verse of a song.
I am dying inside from being alone,
One of these days I will finally be home.

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waste not one ounce of energy

waste not one ounce of energy
on a job that you hate---
shut off your brain &
save the usage for the time when
you are able to spend your life the way that you want,
for work that is not loved is not work at all 
but simple enslavement enforced upon us
who had no decision in the creation of this current system &
whose own current status as 
does nothing for us 
in comparison to those that we churn for,
in comparison to those whose machine we
keep running,
for now.

waste not one bit of frustration 
over the word of the supervisor,
over the authority which those who decided that they could make decisions
for the rest of us,
flying around like gnats,
performing no actual work themselves,
but instead,
gaining a higher salary 
for being a policeman of the workers.

leave your logic &
common sense at the door,
outside the job you hate,
because if you bring them in your head will explode,
as things inside such a place
do not function rationally.

knowing the difference between a
“labor of love,” or the true sense of work 
which gives one pride,
as opposed to the wage slavery of a job one does to
feed themselves 
in a system that will not provide for them,
is crucial.

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Quit Hating...I'm Fighting

You understand quite well,
My argument regarding,
Laxed community leaders 
In particular teachers.
You know for a fact,
That there is no fair treatment.
Quotas aren’t properly filled,
Maybe you jealous,
Because I have enough guts,
To write and speak up,
About our little ones, 
Living in defeat.
Because mom and dad,
Are barely making ends meat.
Our future is being faced,
Frequently with the ,
Enormously engaging
Street economy.
The similar sinful sanction,
As little seeds, 
We had to deal with constantly.
Whoa once we get a little,
Above the burger,
We want to point fingers,
That our people,
 Don’t work hard enough.
That others are going to out-accomplish us.
Thanks to you,
 A scornful laxed individual,
 They will.
Girl you forgot where you come from,
And just outright foolish and dumb.
Girl you forgot you came from the hood,
And the consistent regulation of radical racists
What in the world is wrong with you?
You didn’t work hard enough if you forgot.
I hope while you chewing the steak your teeth will rot.
While others that you were just like not too long ago,
Wish that they had what you got.
No pushing from your from your classroom.
Don’t want to teach past the level of Bloom’s.
Thanks to you another laxed teacher,
Our future is doomed.
Quit hating because I go hard,
All day everyday.
Because I ain’t forgot how mom, 
And dad struggled with us.
Dad working in day,
Mom working at night.
You darn right.
I’m going to fight,
Unlaxed education.
Fair quotas in the classroom,
So our children can relax and learn.
I will fight and encourage others,
Each day  I am alive,
While the world  turns.

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Full Time Wife, Full Time Mom, Part Time Me

When I was younger, I had dreams of a great career 
Independent woman, no husband or children in the future for many years 
Plans unravel causing adjustments and change 
Life isn't made to be prearranged 
Many women feel as I do and see what I see 
Full time wife, full time mom, part time me 
My time alone is precious and enjoyed 
But without our children we would have a giant void 
Later in life maybe things will slow down 
Life is a lot of sink or swim, I won't allow myself to drown 
Cooking, cleaning, paying bills, busy as a bee 
Full time wife, full time mom, part time me 
Sometimes when life seems so much out of control 
There are times when I feel like a prisoner with no chance for parole 
We've had some setbacks, with very little victory 
I ask myself what changes would make me happy 
All of us ladies are a full time wife, full time mom, a part time m

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Old Fred

Old Fred worked down at our local Wal Mort.
   Sometimes they had him greeting people, sometimes the old guy brought in 
shopping carts.
He always showed a smile a real friendly sort of guy.
   Fred really was too old to hold a job but thought he might give this a try.
Poor old guy really needed the extra money, his pension just wasn’t enough.
   What with trying to care for himself, Fred had to take care of his sick wife so 
things were tough.
Then they hired this young kid named Jason and put him over old Fred.
   Well old Fred didn’t mind but Jason let his position go to his head.
He was always lining poor old Fred out, Fred do this, Fred do that.
   It made me sick the way he treated the old guy, but that was Jason our little 
managers brat.
One day old Fred had had enough and he told the kid flat out.
   He said son I need this job there is no doubt.
But you and I are going to hook up and you’re not going to like this game I play.
   Best you leave me be I know my job that’s all I’ve got to say.
Well little Jason went and told his dad, and this is what his daddy said.
   Fred please come to my office, and this is what he told to Fred.
Fred I have to relieve you of the job you do.
    But I have something else for you.
Poor old Fred was in a daze.
    I ‘m making you my new personnel manager and it comes with a hefty raise.
The first job I’ve got for you to do is fire Jason, but sir Jason is your son.
    That’s alright you can hire him back and he can do the things you’ve done.
Well with a smile on his face old Fred turned and walked away.
   And under his breath There Is A God I think I heard him say.

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How To Pay Your Bills (Part One)

This was a method employed,
By my last ex-wife,
Who enjoyed 16 years of 
torturing me,
The bane of my life...

See she sat and slept in
her recliner,
The power seat of the house,
And treated me,
Like an annoying mouse...
I was too dumd to take,
Care of a bill,
My mental capacity,
Seemingly nil...
Each day I'd hand her majesty
That days' mail,
Nothing but bills,
For the coffin a nail....
As I worked 6 days a week,
Most 11 hours long,
I grew quite meek...
Her system consisted,
Of tossing the bills in a pile,
Next to her chair,
Let them sit for awhile...
Till afer 'bout six weeks,
The pile reached her armchair height,
Annoyed her TV vision,
Obscuring her sight..
Now I knew, 
when she started to pay...
That legion of bills...
On that fateful day....
I'd better be,
At least a hundred miles away...
She would grow ever more disturbed,
And violent at me,
I didn't make enough,
For her tennis lessons,
You see.....
New car, clothes by the score,
She wanted no pressure,
And she wanted more...
I'd go to work,
With 30 cents,
No coffee could buy...
I was just too dense...
Worthless and shifty,
Each 60 hour week,
And pitiful, and weak,
And far too disdainful,
The mouse was too meek...

For three days I'd suffer the storm....
Wishing I was elsewhere,
Especially in a coed dorm....
'Cause I'd have non of "that",
If you know what I mean...
Sometimes lasted for months,
Despite pleading tears...

Now-adays, I live up "On Cripple Creek"
No longer matters if 
I'm feeling strong or quite weak,
Cause as the song says;
"Up on Cripple Creek,
If I spring a leak,
She mends me...
I don't have to speak,
She defends me...
A drunkard's dream...
If I ever did see one!"
This would be my friend Rosie,
Who pays all my bills,
Takes care of stuff,
Cures all of my ills...
And, should someone,
Be so damn foolish,
As to antagonize me,
I merely tell her,
And soon enough they would wish,
Someone else's hot anger,
Had they sampled in their dish,
Wishing to dear God,
They'd never heard of my name...
And suddenly they'd have realized,
They ought not have tried to play that game...
My biggest nightmare,
In the whole world, I do think,
Would be to piss her off,
That really would stink...

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Dying For A Dead End Job

Living from day to day,
Trying to make life a better day.
Doing the best you can,
To keep food on your plate,
And cool air from your fan.

Bettering yourself ,
The only way you know how.
Constantly wiping,
The sweat from your brow.
Satisfying the same rude boss 
And customers working so hard,
To not let them get the best of us.
Crying out to your family at home,
Because you and your colleagues 
Don’t get along.

Going home to answer the phone.
Finding yourself, doing the same 
Things at work as you do at home.
The same old job that causes you
To prematurely age  can’t  pay
You more than minimum wage.
While at home watching your T.V.,
Hoping and dreaming, to have a crib
Like a celebrity, you hope to have a
Chandelier like theirs. Then you look up
At your raggedy light fixture. Getting the
Blurry image of you sitting in an old beat
Up chair.

You’re thinking, “Hey, I work every day.”
“I work very hard, and I can’t even get 
My job’s credit card.” “What can I do?”
“I can do nothing but sit here and sob.”
“My health in success is failing, all 
Because I’m dying for a dead end job.”

wrote in college while
sick of retail work
(2003-2004) somewhere in that time

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