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Details | Narrative | |

Will You Tie My Shoes When I Grow Old

You were beautiful, 
my tiny child, 
wrapped tightly in my arms, 
close to my heart.
I listened to you breathing.
I counted your fingers
and your toes.
Helpless, 
you cried out to me
and I loved you
with every ounce of my soul.

Will you hear me
when I cry out? 
Will you hold me close
as I held you then? 

I remember the day
You took your first step.
There was no stopping you.
Your feet gave you freedom
to explore the world
like never before
but danger lurked.
I opened those doors anyway, 
cautiously, 
and introduced
you to the world.
Where will you be
when my legs
no longer run? 
no longer work? 
Will you realize
that I love
freedom too? 

I laugh
about that day
you first tied your shoe.
We tried and tried
to get that rabbit
in that hole
and you finally did it.
You pointed your toes
for everyone to see
how proud you were.

I am proud too, 
of my writing
and my drawing, 
of my needlework
and my cooking.
But my hands are beginning to ache
and my fingers will not bend.
I will lose the things
that make me proud
except for you.
Hopefully not you.
Will you let me
brag on you? 
Even tell wild stories
that are a bit beyond the truth? 
Will you be proud of me too? 

I waved good-bye
that morning when you left
on that large, yellow bus.
I was so scared.
I know you were too.
You waved at me bravely
through the dusty window
but I saw the water
forming in your eyes.
You came home, however, 
full of pride and joy.
You sang the alphabet song
and got most of it right.
You practiced for hours
until you could sing it
even in your sleep.

But 
I'm afraid.
I forgot
whether I took
my pills today or not.
I forgot
if I told this story before.
I even forgot once
who you were
and it terrified me.
My mind
is my treasure
the only thing I have left, 
and I heard you make
fun of me
for not remembering
that I gave you the
same gift as last year.
Will you love me
when I no longer
know who I am? 

You came home blushing
from the glow of
your first kiss.
Your first love, 
the one you thought was real.
You talked about him non-stop.
You changed for him. You gave.
But he left you anyway
for a blue-eyed girl
and I held you
while you cried for him.

I too have a
broken heart.
The love of my life
left me after
fifty-six years.
He left me here
to live life on my own
while he moved on
to another realm
And I cry for him too.
I long for his shoulder
and strong embrace.
I feel betrayed
because he and I
made a deal
that we would never
leave the other alone.
Yet I am alone
sitting in an echoing house
with no hands to hold.

You welcomed her home today- 
your tiny baby girl.
She has your eyes
and possibly your toes.
I see you counting them
as they roll me
into the room.
You finally came
to visit.
It has been a while.

You look up at me
with tears in your eyes
and ask
almost desperately, 

"Will she tie my
shoes
when I get old? "


Details | I do not know? | |

Have a Blessed 4th of July-

As today.. tis 4th of July
May Blessings come 
before Your eyes
All Praise and Glory
be to God Almighty

As You watch and see 
Beyond and within Fireworks
Sparkling lights glares
Beholding Lights of Beauty
Love of God everywhere

when You see Fire-lights
Sparkling within the night
Tis just like
God Beauty is given Inside
Behold beautiful Souls 
Whom within hearts
Fire-lights are Lit-Glow

In hopes that others
Shall see.. come to Believe
God's Radiant Light
Given His Gift of Love
Only Through Our Savior
Jesus Christ...

Then whomsoever
Comes to Jesus
Fire-Lights of Love lit-within
Born-again.. Free from their sin
God's Glorious Light
Shall Always Shine
Within Our Hearts.. Souls.. Minds

Awaiting for the Precious time
When Our Savior.. Our Messiah
Comes to take Us home 
up High.. within the Sky..

Behold.. All Born-again Souls
Hearts on Fire-Lights Glow
As Radiant.. Beautiful Love
Sparkling Star-bursts Lights

Showers of Glorious Love 
Radiant and Bright
As Jesus comes from Heavens 
Lights Bursting in Air
Souls together everywhere
Gether High in Sky.. 
Meeting Our Glorious Light
Our Savior..  Jesus Christ

Come to Jesus
Beautiful Colors bursting of Love
 God's Beautiful gift

When time be
You then too.. Be swept up.. 
born-again.. Into Gods Eternal Light
Set Free.. Fire-light lit
Stars Sparkling Lights

For God is the One 
that makes all things happen
God's Beautiful Glory
Sparkling Souls.. 

Be Watchful
As Souls Like Stars bursting in air
As Jesus comes.. Like.. through the Night
Holy Spirit of Love.. non can compare
Shall No longer be here
For then Rapture..
Has Taken place
Whomsoever is born-again
Beholding God's Grace

Will be transformed 
Reborn.. Sparking Love
Changed in Twinkling Light
Gone Home to be
With Jesus Christ
Our Glorious King
Everlasting Glorious Colors 
Pure Holy Light.. Eternity

Come behold God’s Holy Light
As the Star Bursting through the night
Be Saved through God’s  Radiant Glorious Light 
                                                  Our Savior ..Jesus Christ


Details | Verse | |

Don't Let Right Become Wrong

 

She is always right and he is never wrong,
Neither willing to concede and the anger rolls right along.
Finding each others faults as they fuel this awful flame,
Both claiming victory when neither will accept the blame.

With clinched jaws and fingers pointing,
Their words so damning, so hurtful, and so taunting.
Then it reaches its fiery crescendo,
Then neither one knows what to do or how to let go.

What had happened, it wasn’t always like this,
They used to hold hands and share a frequent kiss.
Then something bad happened, almost overnight,
Seems now they cannot speak to each other without it turning into a fight.

Little things started escalating and devouring their heart,
With no common grounds for reasoning maybe it would be best if they should part.
She said I’ll take our children and go stay for awhile with mom and dad,
Then it finally hit him he was about to lose the best thing he ever had.

It finally happened like someone turned on a light,
He said I’ve been a fool and I never again want us to fight.
He said I had a vision of living in this cold dark and lonely home alone.
And I didn’t like the picture, you’re the only love I’ve ever known.

Now they both got refocused and once more it is a home filled with love,
And now neither will let a push become a shove.


Details | I do not know? | |

That Bullet Was For You

While walking through a hospital one day, a veteran I did see
He was in a wheelchair with both legs missing, and he did it for you and me.

I turned around a corner and down another hall
Only for my eyes to behold a family who has lost it all

A five year old cried out,"Why did daddy have to die?"
The mother held her son closer while she greived and began to cry

The mother of that young Marine, who had fought over in Iraqu
Wandered why her son so brave, didn't survive the enemie's attack

The father of that soldier, hung his head to cry
He was a retired soldier himself, why couldn't he have been the one to die?

His heart broken sister, sits in shock and tries to deny
The death of her older brother, he was killed and don't know why

A few days later, a family, everybody all dressed in black
Went to the funeral of a twenty-five year old who too our bullet in Iraq

The Bible says "thou shalt not kill." and "Love your neighbor" too
Maybe our soldiers aren't doing what's right, but they still take your bullet for you

They sleep in foxholes, and eat in trenches, and do all that they know to do
They rest in the sand with no comforts of home and they take your bullet for you

The restless nights turn into days, you wouldn't believe all they go through
THe rest of us sit at home and gripe, and still they take your bullet for you

The next time you hear a 21 gun salute, don't condemn as others do
The next time the taps are being played, remember, they took that bullet for you.


Thanks, Veterans for your sacrifice.


Details | Free verse | |

A mother's treasures

A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this alletrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevaient from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths, roles and qualities
of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s


Details | Free verse | |

I Do Believe

"I Do Believe" 

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

Rev. Samuel Mack
Copyright 2013

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


Details | Ballad | |

FINALLY HOME

We'll climb over paper mountains
Cross over distant seas
We'll give away our fortune
We will get down on our knees
We'll be analyzed and scrutinized 
Receive training from the best
But until at last you're in our arms
We will never rest
We will never rest

And...
We're dreaming of the first time 
We will see your face
Such a sacred moment
That'll never be erased
All the sacrifice worth it
None of it a waste
'Cause when this journey's over
You'll be in this place
You'll be home
Finally home!

Today we got our travel approval
We're packing up our bags
Been through highlands and valleys
We've overcome a hundred snags
Done things we didn't think we could do 
We feel so very blessed
But until at last you're in our arms
We will never rest
We will never rest

And...
We're dreaming of the first time 
We will see your face
Such a sacred moment
That'll never be erased
All the sacrifice worth it
None of it a waste
'Cause when this journey's over
You'll be in this place
You'll be home
Finally home!

*Story of a family's long journey to adopt a orphan with special needs

Sponsor: Roger Horsch
Contest Name: Many Miles Away

4-1-14
Ballad


Details | Narrative | |

Eat Pray Love

On the edge 
of the evacuation zone
Miyuki holds her daughter 
tip-toeing in pink sneakers 
her small hands fragile 
blossoms opening
to the man with the beeping wand 

They were outside in the karesansui 
washing and raking 
rocks, when the school 
heaved, convulsed 
then pressed into silence
one-hundred-and-seven 
voices rising inside

So now they wait with strangers
in ordered lines of sorrow 
for bread and drinking water 
as an adolescent, eyes downcast
sees the small pink laces and
offers up his only ration 
of precious onigiri

Hooded and white masked they walk 
three days and bed-less nights toward 
Ishinomaki by the ocean
to family, friends, and home forever 
transformed 

The landscape jumbles unfamiliar
with plastic wreckage 
and automobiles 
detritus flooded in a field
where Japonica once grew
while moon-suited men 
and women gather
albums for the living

And after sunset Miyuki moves 
her little girl away 
from a white-taped blue-bagged 
lifeless form 
toward the humming black-robed Monk, his
prayers for light 
and workers burned
exposed to radiation ten 
thousand times too high 

And in the shadows one old man kneels
beside a fetid pool and scoops  
rice to carry back to neighbours 
moved to higher ground, un-opens 
one last bottled spirit
bows his head and offers
Miyuki and her first and only 
everything  he has 

At last they reach the shelter’s glow
beneath the starless robe of night 
not used to wearing 
shoes indoors
Miyuki helps her daughter fold
sheets of painful news into
an origami box to hold
her last and only pair

And in the morning as they face
the stretch of road for home 
to unknown love and losses there 
they turn and gaze toward the east 
awaiting still 
spring’s warming breeze 
to rise with brilliant red once more
new light of wondrous dawn 


      ~~~~~~~~~

'karesansui' is a Japanese rock garden or 'dry landscape'.  Rocks are often washed.
'onigiri' is the emergency rice being distributed to survivors in Japan.
'Japonica' is a type of (short-grained) Japanese rice.



for Debbie Guzzie's contest, 'Tribute to Japan'

by ~Soulfire~ 

 


Details | Free verse | |

A Blessed Year

    "A Blessed Year"



in the Year of 2012 our reflection
reminded how truly blessed
our family felt with strong emotion.
a new home with lovely trees
and blossoming bushes flourished
green grass for animals to enjoy
beautiful birds singing melodies
acres of ground for gatherings
and celebrations.

happiness surrounded new parents
my military son and his wife
welcomed new baby boy with
pride and joy and love.
God has given us so many reasons
to cherish each other and Life
for love rules our home always.


through sickness and death
we fought the good fight of faith
and trials made us a strong family
material possessions allow feelings 
of importance ... but ...
we learned that love is the 
key element to this earthly existence.

so in the Year of 2012
we share this love with everyone
thus extolling God, who loves us all
unconditionally.


*For Carol Sunshine Brown's In the Year 2012 Contest. 


Details | Kyrielle | |

ANTICPATING THE THRILL OF THE HOLIDAYS

Nippy air bites the skin, sunlight trails off in a sky so morose;  
bare trees contemplate the yellow grass below mourning their lost splendor;
be that messenger of the Season's Greetings and avoid being sad and alone...
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of the year!


Assist me in decorating the pine-scented and candle-lit rooms ,
of my lair; please, come in and accept my hospitality with ardor;
let's chat over dinner and sparkling wine until darkness looms... 
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of the year!


Anticipate the thrill of the Holidays with a big smile spreading cheer:
dream of snow, of Santa riding his sleigh from the cold North Pole;
he'll remember every good kid who has shown obedience and grace...
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of the year!


I looked for a Christmas Tree crossing the snowy boardline,
searching the nearest forest for the tallest, prittiest one
with the help of neighbors who had a good will and no fear...
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year!  


So much I will share and learn this Holiday Season announcing a divine birth
to the Earth below brightened by candles, twinkling lights and mirth; 
admire my decorations of garlands and golden bells to make you merrier...
welcome to my Holiday home at this very special time of year!


Family, friends and neighbors gather around this fireplace that will bewilder us,
let's remember the wonderful birth of our Savior Jesus, who came to visit us;
hear the song of the angels echoing through the chilly air...
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year!





Details | Free verse | |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail


Details | Rhyme | |

Memories on Branches

How did a cherry kiss? Bitter flower petals with sweet pistils.
So laden they act as halos while we breathe the love
in a pink hollow, silence sounding like taste, acting like epistle
to hold this moment in a silvery image, like moon, or  dove
low, low, a bowl formed while sunshine flickers above.

Chains of yellow petals hang over our deck, the leaves hands--
offer welcome resting branch, our sheltered home.
Seeds follow close, fragile like beans, hard case to feed the land
crawl before God, they say, be grateful as we weed and stir loam.
Together seeds and flowers and hands make a life a poem.

Awaiting the sumac, the flame at summer's ending is fruitless
we've passed the feathering, the pimping of red underneath bristle
the deer horn softness crawling out in oddest places in a mess
lining the sand pond, above the purpled iris, the pestle
of stone and sun, no rain to bring down sumac's fiery trestle.

Vulturous crows squawk and fight the ring-billed sea gulls
waiting, one in the bared hollow hands of the cottonwood
the other fat-bellied and waddling after rain finally dulls
we're under hoodies,  under shivers, our neighborhood
waits the pinking and mossing, will it unfurl new wood?


Details | Quatrain | |

Average Age 19

Once again, the powers that must
In rise again in what we trust
An overseas conflict, another war
Just what in the hell are we fighting for

Families are asking, Korea has just passed
Generations again reft, how long will it last
A country in need, to rebuild again
Flags at half mast, in wind and rain strain

Once again into war, sent by the Washington Post
To send back reports to hit home the most
Military observers were the first to be sent in
Another chapter of man entering existing sin

I'm witnessing our ariel power, Lam Son 719
US planners determine their incursion, saying all will be fine
Along the Mekong River, we'll carpet bomb their supply trail
Tons of munitions and napalm, this spread surely cannot fail

Many sorties are being flown, for the wounded and the dead
Whilst Nixon and his cronies, aren't thinking with their heads
The news of losses has reached me, nineteen have been killed
Eleven missing, fifty nine wounded, more American blood spilled

Seven fixed wing aircraft, more sons in action loss
Whilst back at home more protests, fading the dyeing's gloss
To to this job that I do, I was never prepared for this
To witness such bloody scenes, and ignore that life is bliss

How can I write about a soldier, whose name I'll never know
Killed at nineteen years old, his family he'll never see grow
Or even explain to his parents, when carried from the AH-1
His body bullet riddled and limp, when lifted it bloodily run

I never went back to the theatre, called the Vietnam War
Having witnessed the wanton killing, what were we fighting for
This colonial conflict that started, us on the side of France
So many came back as strangers, many to live in trance





James Fraser's entry into the contest " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "



Details | I do not know? | |

GIVE ME YOUR HAND....

Let me take you to Venice
passing through the canals
all the alleys and valleys
gondolieurs,souvenirs,
saying cheers,drinking wine 
whilst we dine,full moon  
lanternes lightning sweet Venice,
its the place for romance
our place, shall we dance?
home sweet home ,we're in Venice............
Let me take you to Paris,
lovers home were we roam
and we go up so high nearly 
touching the sky in chic Paris,
There we go on Eiffel Greatest tower,
holding hand,disney land an adventure
for hours,shall we dance once again?
im your girl,you're my man!
home sweet home,we're in Grand Paris............
Let me take you to London doing good 
shopping spree,London eye,more to see 
visiting Royalty Handsome William and Harry,
thats the day ,You will ask me to marry......
Whilst we pass London's bridge by  the ferry
Home sweet home London home.......
Shall we Marry?...................................
Let me take you to Greece,
where all legends  and myths
shape to life once again,
whilst the Gods bow their head
shall we wed then we sleep in our bed,
making love through the night in soft breeze,
i'm your girl,You're my man!
Home sweet home,we're in Greece............
Let me take you to Malta melite!
Rich history, flowered carpets n all  streets,
Mdina  lovers' den, charming gem silent city,
brown eyed men with a tan,girls so pretty!
and the sun shines so bright,many stars 
through the night,my sweet homeland delight,
happy faces what a site!Malta beauty sweet dreams,
showing you what life means,where safety matter most,
where people are not ghosts,where love flows as it glows,
through our seas,scented breeze,treasure  treats
temples , harbours,good food,all to please...and they please.......
Its the place where you're home ,feel at ease
whilst we dance ,the best dance of classic  LOVE romance
home sweet home,we're in land of the knights,
we're in MALTA--MELITE--EUROPE'S  PEARL off all times...
Malta Melite my Heart Beat.........till it dies..................

--------------------------------------------------------------------CHARMA


Details | Rhyme | |

Approvals I Should Praise

Approvals I Should Praise

The rhythm of my pen knows no bounds
Its ticks, treks, and steps knows no count.
The songs on my lip just loose the count.
No where, I suppose to untie the bond.

Strong bones are so much in here
They touch and squeeze out letters bountifully.
In these bones, many light I have received gracefully.
Linda is one, Andrea is two among all of you there.

You are all amazing guests in this field
Cup of water..., cup of tea come to toast.
Many hugs, many thanks to you, writ and host.
... Eden that crowns my garden and its yields.

Special parcel to my coy mistress, Linda.
All sea, roses...and sweet showers to you.
And my lady Andrea; always brand new!
I love you all... your words in my wall are tender.

Dedicated to:
 Poetrysoup, 
Poet Destroyer A, 
Andrea Dietrich 
and to the rest of Poetrysoupers.

I     am     Grateful     for     your    warm      welcome.


Details | Romanticism | |

YESTERDAY

when the evening  wind dies
upon the mountain top,
when cold silence chills the night with her tongue,
when the shadows bid the forest be still;
i will return home to your arms
where dreams hatch 
and the world is in a whisper lost.

when the morning sun stretches out the hills,
when nature` s voice charms
the pastoral landscape with tales,
and strews dead leaves upon the paths;
i will lodge between your breasts.
i will suck the honey of your breathe
and listen to the voice of spring
sobbing in the little trees.

when November bends the moon
in deep blue darkness,
when many a midnight star has shone,
i will return home.
i will return home.
i will return home to you by the riverside;
where once we made love 
and the mortified waters,so cruelly moaned.


Details | Free verse | |

It hurt me

Sitting here knowing that you are laying in that bed
Helpless on meds that you dont want to be on
Not knowing were you are
It hurt me to see you that way Mother
Praying to the Lord that you are going to be ok
Praying that he dont take you so soon away
I hate this so much
Seeing you in and out and its nothing I can do
I just wish apon a star
That all your sickness go away
and you dont have to deal with this no more
It sucks spending your Bday in that bed 
I pray that that you get better soon
so you can come home
I pray that all this go away and you never have to deal with this any more
No matter what we go though
I only have one mother
and I dont know how I would live my life without you
Please come home and get better 
So i can stop this crying
Please all your pain and sickness go away
So I dont have to worry about getting that call oneday
and I am not there by your side
You are my mother and I love you
If you have a mother and you all are not on the best term
Its best to do that soon
Because you never know when they time is up
I love you mother
My one and only Queen
Please get better and come home soon


Details | Rhyme | |

Awakenings

In a beautiful green valley 
Where wild flowers grow 
Comes the first blanketing of winter's snow 
The clouds up above float luxuriously by 
As I lay and stare at the wonderous sky 
I can hear the wind whisper thru the trees 
And smell the crisp air in the gentle breeze
I can not touch or feel
The feeling is slightly surreal 
I cast my eyes down 
To see what lays ahead
It is then that I realize that I am dead

My body is draped in a long black dress
My skin is absolutely colourless
It's a frightening feeling I must confess 
I can hear the priest saying a few kind words 
And in the background the beautiful harmony of birds 
Sniffles and sobs reach my ears 
I guess I didn't make it to my golden years
My eyes survey the group gathered round 
A tear in the eye of each could be found 
It is then that I see my only boy 
And my love for him shines with so much joy 
Suddenly a sadness fills me where once I was glad 
As I realize I will never again kiss that sweet lad 

He's saying goodbye 
And I must too 
I just don't know if I have the strength to do 
A soft voice calls to me from above 
"Come home my child", it says with love 
"Come home and be free, Come and live with me"
I yearn to drift into that heavenly grace 
But I can't bear the look on my child's lonely face
I drift just a little above 
And turn to look back with sadness and love

Be good my son, be happy and carefree
Don't cry or remain sad, think of me and be glad
I will be waiting for you at heaven's gate 
There I will sit and patiently wait
And when your work here is done 
I will welcome you home
Then you and I will never be alone
I know that he can't hear the words in my head
For I know I am really and truly dead
A gentle hand touches my arm 
I know that it is time to go
And so I walk toward the heavenly glow 
Leaving no footprints in the brand new snow


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Life,Love,Pain..

Whenever I look upon you i see myself killing you...

I don't remember exactly what i did but I remember you had me walking down the road with
your 3 kids...

It started to rain on us and you drove right beside us and you hollered out the window
"take a bus"

I started to cry and the kids looked at me and said " mommy what's wrong?" I would say
back "I'm tired of him treating me wrong...!!..

As we walked along the way it started to turn into night and we sat at the bus stop and
prayed...

When the bus came we had to pay a $1.00 for 3 and plus me but I didn't have any fees...so
we couldn't ride the bus..

As we walked in the rain we made it home we hum to ourselves and sing songs...

When we made it home something was strange my husband was there on the couch with drugs in
his veins..

I told the kids to go their rooms so they wont look at their daddy this way cause their
pride wont be taken away...

I went to confront him that what he was doing wrong but before I know he grabbed me by my
throat and said sing me a song....!...

I didn't have anything to say because I couldn't breathe but I never thought that his
looks could conceived....

I told him in my choking voice " I love you" he said "I don't love you I just wanted to do
what I had to do and that's why your a fool?"

I never felt so heart broken before but all I knew I was going crazy and I start to throw
things...!!..

I knew then that he was hurt then, he stop to choke me and he drop to his knees and begged
"Please baby please"...

I looked at him and said " you don't love me you just wanted what I had and now I'm
putting you in my past now would you please pack your bags your bags and leave....!!...


Details | Ballad | |

For them

For them.

To her the word love refers to a boy.
Something she yearns for and misses dearly.

The day they met was cold and fraught with January chill.

“Oh, that does seem so long ago.”

That is the untarnished memory she replays over and over again when events in her life go array.
Back then it was tangible and real, their lives together had not been succumb to so much misery and woe.

They have triumphed, failed, and even caused each other more pain than can be imagined; But through it all they always walked the path together, holding each others hand.

She loves him unconditionally and for that some people cant understand but love needs no excuses, certainly not for them.

She adores him for working so hard, slaving to the man trying to base a future and a plan for them, but she feels guilty that  their small American dream over the years has always led down a dead end.
With today’s hard times she knows they are not to blame, but still her idol hands carry burden with them.

A plot of land, a small farm, and a home to call their own so they may grow old.
that’s all the pair desire.

He loves her to, a thought that at times is unfathomable.
He admires her dreams, even if they are bigger than the world and never distills fear in her that they wont one day come true. She thinks ill rationally and believes in things as a child would, but this merely makes him smile at her spontaneous outlook.

To him she is like a wild bee, searching ferociously for something.
At times he doesn’t think she will ever find it, that’s why its so hard to see her cry.

Life hasn’t been fair for them.
It’s a tragic book that just keeps reading on.

But they muscle through living on their dream and knowing that as long as they have each other, everything will be alright.

And as they drive home to their house with no walls, catching glimpses of each other in their ratty car they don’t feel so alone.

Behind those blue eyes, she will be forever nineteen to him and to her, as she gazes into his brown large pupils; the boy she knows has grown into a man and at that moment they know, one day all the sacrifices they have made will pay off.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Acts of Faith

Each day begins as an act of faith.
We cross our thresholds and expect
That no cruel twist of fate
Will stay us from returning.

But the twists await us in their careless abundance,
And well we know, in our hearts, that one day
There'll be no more coming home again.

For many it goes this way with love.
Love parts, returns, then parts again
Through all the shifts and flux of living,
Oftentimes traveling a little farther out,
Returning a little later
With every passing day, until one day, almost unnoticed
It comes not home at all.


Details | Ballad | |

heaven on the water

trawlers steam out from dutch harbour
patroling the frozen waves
serching for gold under the sea 
to feed my family

in the wheelhouse the stars shine in
skyes dark and air so thin
no mater where this vessel takes me
my heart is yerning out for you

heaven on the water
is where im dreaming of my love
i see your face on the misty spray
as im calling out your name
heaven on the water
it wont be long my love
for a few more days i know you`l guide me 
guide me home to you

icey winds shiver my spine
as we bring out catch abord
empty net and broken dreams 
as the waves come crashing down

storms break loose with a crash of thunder
rolling across the bering sea 
up and down around then under
but still i dream of you

heaven on the water
is where im dreaming of my love
i see your face on the misty spray
as im calling out your name
heaven on the water
it wont be long my love
for a few more days i know you`l guide me 
guide me home to you

i see you face as the boat goes down
sea whispering my name
beconing me to the river
where we first found love

heaven on the water
im still here my love
watching you and our daughters 
from the stars above
heaven on the water 
calling out your name
calling out your name
heaven on the water
calling out your name


Details | I do not know? | |

When You Walked Away

Driving home today I started thinking aloud
About the things that you said, what they did to my head
And what to do now.
I wanted to run away but I stayed and listened
To what I didn't want to hear and I held back the tears
When you said something was missing.
So now I ask myself where is it I went wrong?
Did you even want to cry when you turned and said good-bye?
It's so hard to stay strong.
Don't you know that you made my life worth living?
You were everything I had but somehow it went bad 
And the love just stopped giving.
Somewhere down the line I'll give it one more try
Get it right next time, but could this be a sign
That it all was just a lie.

I guess the time to go our own way
Came too soon; I just wasn't ready.
I'm scared to be without someone to hold.
All the warmth is gone, everything went cold.
I could feel it when you walked away,
And thought maybe, just maybe, you might miss me one day.

Driving home today I started crying out loud.
When I remembered you say that you'd never walk away.
But where are you now?


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Family Grief Family Happiness

  
   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
        
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
          
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. 
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
         
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
        
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
        
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
        
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    
                       
              


Details | Verse | |

I'm Going Home

,

Lord thank you for this life,
As I have lived a full life,
It was not always as I would have like,
But I lived it to the best of what I could,
I’m going home; Home to the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
I have been a long weary believer, 
As I’ve been away to long,
I now know what I’ve been searching for, 
As He's been there in me all along,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
I have been and seen lots of places in life’s journey,
Now I yearn for familiar faces in familiar places,
I hear familiar voices calling me to come home, 
I see familiar faces looking at me,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
My time is near, the hour I know not,
I see Jesus' face across the Heaven’s,
I hear His soft sweet voice calling me home,
 I can’t wait for my real life to begin,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me.

By; Rev. Samuel and Esta Mack, OMS
Copyright 2011

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Details | Free verse | |

LOVE

Loyalty
One self
Virtuous
Eternity


Details | Rhyme | |

Love Letter To My Soldier

My dearest Edward,
I admit things could be better.
While you've been away,
It gets colder by the day.
Terror creeps upon me as I lie in our bed,
When it does I remember what you said...
"Think of me and remember I love you,
Look in your heart where my love is true...
Know that if I could I would hold you and never let go,
Baby, I'm going to miss you so."
As I lie here feeling our son kick in my womb,
I know he will make his entrance soon.
One day soon we will be in your arms safe and sound,
And we will thank God for the love we have found.
So whilst you are away at war,
On distant shores...
I will miss you daily,
And pray incessantly... that you come home safely.
So until you are with us I will play the soldiers wife,
And go on in strife.
I hope you will be home soon,
To hold us in the light of the waning moon.
All my love until you are here with me,

Love Always,
Persephone


MO:DPS


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A PART OF SOMETHING

God created hands for building things. Sometimes before you build something, you must first destroy something else.

Wildfires are never supposed to be put out. Their sole purpose is to burn the entire forest to the ground, transform living things to fertilizer, making room and preparing the soil for new growth.
It is almost paradoxical, 
that there must be death before birth

My hands have stared the grim reaper’s reflection inside the pool of my best friends blood. An old student I used to tutor told me that I am the best brother she could have asked for
She said she will always love me
This was after I burned every bridge that traversed the gaps between us
Stared at her from across her desk
Told her that she will never be my sister. That our bloodlines will never match.
Our gene pools are just strangers that made the same wrong turn.
I spent so much time trying to find my way back that I never realized I was home in being lost I found something comfortable, without expectations. I only corrected myself after she spoke,
because I heard something familiar in her voice.
She sounded like family.

I have the scarred and wrinkled hands of a senior citizen
I’m only 22 years old
I once got my palm read
This gypsy woman told me that my lifeline should have been cut short when I hit 17.
That was a year ago.
What do gypsies know anyway
I have defied the odds my entire life.
Been broke down and built back up too many times to count
My fingernails chewed raw to the cuticle out of anxiety
I enjoy the taste of my own pain
Sometimes I use my own hands to destroy myself just to see who my real friends are who will build me back up when I can’t do it alone

My hands have a desire to learn how to cook, but I’m not that great.
So when I am alone,
I tend to be hungry, not just for food though.
I starve for someone to talk to
It never satiates, because it’s not you.
I know what it tastes like to completely give myself to someone.
My biggest fear is being abandoned.
When I look into your eyes, I am not afraid.
I need to cook you up a feast of myself, then feed it to you every day for the rest of our lives
Please tell me what I really taste like,
Be honest.

Years after my grandfather passed away, my grandmother moved into my aunt’s house.
Since I was 5, every time I speak to her she asks me:
“Spenser, did you thank God for waking you up today?”
I think to myself, I never did tell my eyes to open themselves. It just happened.
So I don’t know how to respond to her correctly.
I tell her that I love her, that I am writing a lot.
She tells me that she puts her hands together for me every night
Prays that I will get the job I want
I guess some prayers do get answered.
Sometimes two hands in the right position, matched with a conversation with God,
Can change things.
I even accidentally call that place home sometimes.

My dream is that my hands evolve into wolves, become part of a pack and work together with other hands to make a difference
Some days they will be the alpha male.
Full of confidence, at the head of the pack
Other days I need someone to show me the right way to go
Because if I’ve learned anything
It’s that I am not always right
I can not always be in control of everything
The only thing I have ever really wanted is to know
That my hands were truly
A part of something.


Details | Kyrielle | |

Welcome to my Home

Special welcome friend, come right in to my place of quiet serene. 
Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year.
Of Master’s love and your’s my friend  of wisdom’s grace may I glean,
 As we dismiss St Nicholas myth this Christmas season’s cheer.

Three water pots filled of water be ready, heart, soul and mind.
Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year.
Welcome is thy mouth,  of abundant life spout, pour in new wine.
We shall drink and be merry, wine of Sharon, on midnight clear.

Bright eyed of Christ mass, humbled children, these special gifts I would, 
welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year.
I would this season of bliss would kiss, as the brotherhood should.
Often blossoms love and kindness in this blessed season cheer.

My humble dwelling my log cabin near lively stream of life,
welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year.
Where the Lamb and Lion lie together having not any strife.
By  the virgin void my home serene came on a midnight clear!

Come fish with me in narrow strait beneath arch of heaven’s gate!
Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year,
my friends of late let us cleans the slate by dip in narrow strait.
A dip in peaceful river serene clears all the concept’s fear.

Corner stone, concepts rejection the same is heart protected.
Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year,
`Tis faith, love material erected, though minds rejected. 
Welcome! My eternal Christmas home, of paranormal cheer!

For contest: Holiday Home
Sponsored by Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.C.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Speed of Life

In the childhood home her mother spins her child
Round and round we go happiness seems to overflow
And the childhood  goes by; faster, faster

A growing child with so much energy running and having fun
Careless and free he runs across the yard
He is growing up; faster, faster

Only in middle school and already a rebel
Sticking up for a friend and getting in a fight
He has courage but still he runs; faster, faster

High school has come at last
The odd man out he cries for attention
Into depression he spirals; faster, faster

At the high school prom he meets a girl
The hearts beet together and the music beats in their ears
They are falling madly in love; faster, faster

Barely a year and a kid on the way
To work and back the same routine, every hour, every day
A wedding is coming closer; faster, faster

So far a happy life, and a good career
They buy a home and outside he spins his child
Another childhood is going by; faster, faster

His life was long another one has started from it
But now the ambulance move; faster, faster
And his heartbeat fails; slower, slower


Details | I do not know? | |

The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


1.


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


2.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


3.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.




Details | Acrostic | |

Reflections: Midlife Crisis

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


Details | Blank verse | |

Silly isn't it

It's silly isn't it?
That I could fall for you so easily
And you not give two shits?
You spoke your drunken words
And admitted to always loving me
It was the best thing I had ever heard. 
When we hung out soon after
And I left you with a kiss
I didn't think the feelings mattered.
But as we spent time apart
I realized it wasn't the same
You had won my heart.
I got drunk and spilled my words
And you said you still felt the same
I was happier than a bird.
We made plan after plan
You always fell through
I felt like a speck of sand.
You told me you were trying to get a girl
I smiled and bared the tears
I had hoped to be the girl.
You soon stopped replying
I started to break down
I was almost done trying.
But no not tonight
I got drunk and spilt more words
I hope I did what's right. 
I thought we were the perfect fit
I fell for you so hard
But, that's silly, isn't it?


Details | Light Poetry | |

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.


Details | Ode | |

Ode to Humphrey

The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad.
My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad.
Until one day in early spring, I got a call that made my heart sing!
There were some puppies born in Waco, the daddy -Jasper, and mommy- Juneau.
Four little boys, three little girls. But the picture of one boy, made my heart twirl!
So I waited for a week or two, to meet my little puppy-oh so new!
I named him Humphrey, such a handsome boy! He has brought  laughter back and oh what a joy! He's super cute, and very smart. Many would say, he's a work of art!
He's learning new tricks, and how to potty outside. So many rules to learn and abide!
Humphrey is growing so quickly, the puppy breath will soon disappear. He will be an adult in less than a year! Every stage of his life is a blessing from above. I guess that's the true meaning of what we call "puppy love".



Details | Narrative | |

Coming Home

For a few days each year they call this house home
as once it had been before they started to roam.
The walls will be ringing with so much love and good cheer
they'll be storing it up to last through the year.
Every chick of my own will be under my wing.
I've prepared all their favorites, planned everything.
Twenty-one loved ones at once in my home.
The house is too small, should have rented the dome.
I call out each name as they enter the door
and think of the ones who aren't here any more.
My heart is so full of thanks to the Lord,
that the love my heart holds is returned many fold.
They greet each other with laughter and jokes.
This home and I have raised some good folks.
The turkey and gravy, did I make enough?
We've all eased our hunger but continue to stuff.
The pie will come later when the dishes are done.
Even the clean-up is happy and fun.
I gaze at them all and know in my heart.
they'll be as sorry as I when it's time to depart.


Details | Narrative | |

In Pleasure

In Pleasure          
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears


White suit, top hat, pride feeling higher than spectacular 
The ugly duckling has opened a new chapter
Revealing transformation that’s becoming a true sensation
Buried in his inaugural feelings of gold treatment
There’s always a silver lining after the disaster
Every battle, each day 
Sanity is mastered
Life tries to defeat us, expiration tries to meets us
But tonight he’s on top of the world
He’s on top of Thee
He’s on top of a feathered fame beak 
This is one hell of a duckling I must proclaim.
Our love floats in current 
Through the City of Jacks
You’re the only Queen of my deck 
As we coast along these sparkling waters splashing our tails
The momentum of the St. Johns River flows to a love hotel
Vapors of our spirits arises above
Elevating beyond the skies
There’s no limit tonight 
As my mind is blown on cloud nine 
With love and happiness is in the atmosphere
Scrolling the screams of these peaceful waters 
With mean swagger
This night is unbelievable 
Unbelievable is this; unbelievable I won’t miss
 
I was once viewed as a total tragedy, with no immunity from havoc
Or grievance
Frowned upon by my community as a under achiever
As if I was an oil spill disaster 
With no relief at hand, 
But to tonight I clean up well with Dawn
 
The river flows peacefully after the storm deforms
Accompanied by grace, I’m accompanied by love
Accompanying my side 
Is a woman of grace.
As we keep our heads above these judgmental waters in Florida
The rivers will flow to Fingers Point
At the end of this place called home sweet home tonight
I’m just a kiss away 
From the Full Moonlight.
 


Details | Rhyme | |

THE SEVEN DIVISIONS OF WOMANHOOD

To Shakespeare I give all due respect,
But the world must be a huge theater I suspect.
Woman’s the major player if not the star,
For she influences all with love from afar.
The main acts of her drama as one envisions,
Occur for my audience in seven divisions. 

First the helpless infant in her nurse’s arm,
Fresh from God’s hands smiling and warm.
Yet guiltless and untouched by worldly strife,
She is but a stranger to sin in this dawn of life.
In her pink crib she looks cute and pure,
With a smile on her lips so modestly demure.

Next as a tender young girl of school age,
With pigtails and grace she enters the stage.
An innocent young girl loving dolls and toys,
She has no taste for bruises, math or boys.
Her voice is like music whenever she speaks,
Explaining with emotion the desire she seeks.

In the sweet summer age she becomes a blossom,
And weathers the waves in the role of stardom.
Now she’s a young lady with a pure, creative mind,
Nursing dreams of a life moral and refined.
When put into the orbit of heart-consuming men,
Overcoming dying hope, her world she has to win.

As a wife she makes her home a true nirvana,
 Winning from the man she loves her merited honor.
 She is in hard times his source of consolation,
And in times of pleasure his joy and elation.
As a lover and a mate she continues to perform,
Keeping house and home through every storm.

Now for the most blessed age of female life,
She assumes the role of mother as well as wife.
Like God's miracle, the first is released with a hurl,
Then with tears and a scream from womb to world.
Before long baby laughs aloud and pleads for caress,
And mother love with playful smile grants the request.

Next the vestiges of youth appear a distant dream,
And spring's lovely buds now attest to her final esteem,
As she enters her mournful stage of the widow's woe,
Her glance upon her children falls as her eyes overflow.
She has lost all her young heart once fondly enjoyed,
And in the business of change of life she's fully employed.     

 With the final division, youth is now a faded flower,
 And she can bask in the coolness of the evening hour.
 As she enjoys the reflection of her progeny having fun,
 She is reminded that maternal pleasures are not yet done.
 She continues to impart knowledge necessary to sustain,
 As she guides their hopes to reach for the heavenly domain.



Details | Free verse | |

Last Kiss

Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber


Details | Free verse | |

A Horse Going Home

The road home is much more beautiful
than any road going away.
I wish far more that my method of transportation
doesn't fail me, that my arrival time
would come more quickly
and anything in my path would move aside.

There is a patient impatience about the journey,
relaxed about going home, yet wanting to be there.
As I watch people going
toward unknown destinations
it's impossible to tell who is headed home
and whose path is leading them away.

If you've ever ridden a horse goin' home
you know by the pace of his step
and the look in his eye that at the end of the trail
there was food, rest, warmth and love.
If you were to watch the pace of my step
and the gleam in my eyes you'd know I was going home.

And there was one reason that outweighed all the rest -
You.


Details | Kyrielle | |

Christmas Pinoy Joy

Our cheeks and noses barren from snowflakes, gladly filled with whispers of coconut flakes, falling gently on bibingkas* made dear Welcome to my holiday home this special time of year… Kitchen’s abuzz, humming pots and pans Hamon, embutido and leche flan! Food is happily shared to all who come here Welcome to my holiday home this special time of year… Lights twinkle outside, reflect warmth inside Reunions everywhere where love abides Songs fill the air, voices resonate clear Welcome to my holiday home this special time of year… As day gets ready to embrace the sun, church bells toll gladly, dawn Mass has begun True meaning of Christmas touch hearts and ears Welcome to my holiday home this special time of year… Bright light now fills skies but a star reigns free As parols** adorn homes, big or tiny to show the way to homey atmosphere, Welcome to my holiday home this special time of year… Problems forgotten even for a while, hope and love take center stage, bright with smiles Family and friends just alive with cheer, Welcome to my holiday home this special time of year! --Pinoy is a slang word for Filipino :) * bibingkas—rice cakes—we have a whole slew of rice cakes here, but the most common garnish for these would be grated coconut; bibingkas in particular is sort of like a thick pancake cooked in banana leaves, made with rice flour and coconut milk—can also be topped with cheese & salted egg ---the other foreign sounding words here hamon (ham); embutido is something like these small log-shaped meatloaf and leche flan is similar to a delectable egg custard- or hmm crème brulee although it’s cooked with the caramel at the bottom and inverted upon serving so it has its own caramel sauce instead--oh yummy ** Parol is a typical Filipino Christmas lantern, usually hung outside homes and have lights inside--can even be multi-colored—to signify the star of Bethlehem- they come in the simplest kind (made with bamboo sticks & paper/plastic) to the most intricate ones made out of capiz shells Nov 26 2010 –for Linda’s Holiday Home contest :)


Details | Free verse | |

Our Holiday Home

Christmas boxes full of memories down from the attic they come
The house was so quiet but...now everyone starts to hum
A wonderful feeling being overcome by holiday cheer
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year

Boxes and boxes to go through finding something broken is my fear
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year
Here come the guys with their fresh cut tree
It will look beautiful just you wait and see

Our beautiful picture of Jesus forever hangs on our wall
The tree must set just right so the light on top upon Jesus will fall
Christmas is about our dear Savior in our home is quite clear
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year

As the tree is decorated we talk of past Christmases and our love
ones now passed on
We find peace being with each other and happy to know we have
kept one another from becoming withdrawn
A toast of cheer we raise to those in heaven and feel them so near
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year

It is a joy to come together with loved ones we hold so dear
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year
A family less fortunate then us we will visit this Christmas Eve
Spreading joy and love to the family and seeing their smiles as
they once again in our Lord believe

Christmas day does arrive...a beautiful day to which we thank 
our Lord above
The day or our dear Savior's birth whom without we would never 
have love
We sit at our table and say pray before we have our meal with
loved ones we hold so near
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year

Written By: Carol Brown
Written for: Holiday Hearth Contest
Sponsor: Linda-Marie
1st Place Winner


Entry for P.D.'s Best Holiday Poem Contest
4th Place


Details | Rhyme | |

FOREVERMORE

When I hear your name
My heart beats faster than usual
It's not that I am ashame
But It's just your name is too special..

Can't control the feelings
When I am with you
Can't stop smiling
When you hold me like you do

When you hug me then
I feel like I'm in heaven
You are a blessing from above
And you are the reason why I loved

I'll promise to love you FOREVERMORE..
And I will cherish you until the end of my borrowed life
And I will keep our precious memories as long as
we see each other in our next life..


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Umbrella

I had a great job
I had a pretty girl
I was moving up 
Slowly in this world

Had a good position
In the factory
And was working 
For a very good salary

Then comes the war
And things got tough
They close the factory
And at home it got rough

I thought that her love
Was my umbrella 
And when there’s bad weather 
In her arms I would shelter

And umbrella can do a lot
When you are in the rain
It can keep you dry
Until the sun comes out again

For me it seems like hard times
Had just began to pour 
And my pretty umbrella 
Had holes I never seen before

The fancy dinners we had
Now become burger king
And I guess she never love me
Just the gifts I would bring

And I brought home a pizza
And she didn’t take a slice
And when I try to hug her
Her arms were cold as ice

One day she went out
And she never came back
And when I look in the closet
She took every last rack

But what can I do
Sure I’m not the only one
Who lost their job?
And their woman was gone

Always know I had an umbrella
Now I don’t know what to say
When comes the rain
She just up an flew away

But I know the time will change
And so will the weather
And one day there will be some one
Who wants me to be their umbrella?


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On An Airplane (at 18,000 feet)

patches of green, shades of blue,
cotton clouds floating down below,
soaring like angels dressed in white,
silently drifting from such a height.

looking-glass mirror of the blue sea
to where someday I'm longing to be;
lonely mountains like giants they are,
rising and trying to reach a distant star.

where am I heading, where am I going?
when will a restless soul stop roaming?
ask the cold wind or ask the trees,
ask the birds that sing, ask the bees.

the lazy river flows along the way,
a twisting snake like a long highway,
never tired in its journey to the sea,
to the home where it dreams to be.

my home is your soft arms, my love,
your tender lips are all I want to have;
a lake of joy, like a rainbow you are,
I am the earth and you are the star.



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My Future Generation

I can act insane
But DO NOT 
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…


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In God's Hands

  I am malleable in God’s hands, 
No one can shape me like He can, 
He never gives me anything that I can’t handle, 
He always knows what He is doing, 
No one can compare to Him, 
He is the father I never had, 
I can truly trust, love, and honor Him, 
Because He made me, 
He loves me, 
And I love Him, 
I will never be able to put my heart into someone else’s hands with such trust!
Because He is love! 
And I am His. 
- Inspired by Jeremiah 18:6 

                                                  
                                                  Jeremiah 18:6 NIV
“O house of Israel, can I not do with you as the potter does? declares the Lord. 
“Like clay in the hands of potter, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel.


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Exiled on Earth

I am but a traveler, a visitor, observer;
Call me an alien, if that is your wish.
In truth, I am very much like you,
But I am exiled here, marooned.

I am not here for a crime of my own,
But rather so that I can watch and learn;
To observe humanity as it prospers and grows
To experience Earth and its sorrows and joys.

Your world is pleasant, yet here I feel lost.
How strange are your customs and lives!
That a minority flourish while many more die
And the ones with power turn a blind eye

To all of the suffering, torment, and death.
Does it take a stranger to notice these things?
To see that the greed and vice of mankind,
Leads up to war, and destruction soon follows.

How greatly I yearn to go home!
Where pain is no more and Death has no power
And everyone smiles because they are free
And evil and suffering are nothing but dreams.

I pine daily for the place I belong.
Yet the distractions of Earth are ruthless.
I fear now that they will entangle and blind me,
And my home will seem more like the dream.

Then I would be little more than human.
And I would no longer be me.

 


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The River home

It was a home on the river we lived .
It was the ghost of a young man whom had taken his own life.

I still remember the vision of him walking by me with a blank stare 
We,  as a Family of  seven , moved into this river house 
Panoramic views right out to the river , I should mention

I was home alone as a child , looking out at "The Julia Belle Swan " as she went by .
Upstairs in that room as I saw a figure walking by , with very nice features , auburn hair 
I thought he was my older brother , a handsome young guy 

Then I realized the young man was not my brother , a  apparition he appeared .
He was not there to scare or frighten , 
the message I believe he wanted to shed light on, so clear.

He walked right by ,then disappeared through the window, out to the River .

The Ghost knew I could see him , a gift I have been given
when I was a younger child of five , I had once died for a short time. I was lifted by Jesus in Heaven . Death is not for us to decide .

Later in the years we moved from that home , every home we lived in had a story 
or a presence of its own . My Mother had told me later , a young man took his life there .

 Keep fighting your way through life and its despair , 
you are important to someone whom cares .  If you feel alone and want life to end , Please pick up the phone , call anyone ,  call for help , call a Friend .

"This is not fiction , it truly is a gift I have been given "


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Make him a soldier

Make him A Soldier


Make him a soldier 
so I won't cry anymore

Transform a boy to a man
 so he will stand...alone

 In the dark forest
 beaming 
as natural combustion of dusk in the sky 


Red blood running through our veins is the same
identical as if we share the same DNA 

And even as a child I couldn't deny how our hearts beat the same 

Rate pulse pace...boom 
it startled me
 but as I gaze in his eyes 
I felt a deep connection 
as if he knew me better than I knew myself
 
White
Our love is so pure and shall never be tampered 
and even if life tries to poison us 
we will always have each other 
pure love
 
Blue water
 a million miles away from me 
and as he travels from sea to sea 
I think of him daily 

I try to remember where we came from
 blue water 
shared space 
different times

 Blossomed from a tulip where our petals do not vary 
and the sepals seem to follow a course set to sail 


So I beg you 
Make him A soldier 
so I won't cry an ocean of tears 
Transform a boy to a man
so he will stand beside me in my darkest hour.
 Help me to raise my head 
when he is long gone from here 

When my fears are red 
 my soul turns blue 
let me remember the purity of us 
how I loved a my brother a man of red, white and blue!


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The Teen

How do you say you love them?
They declare they don’t need you.
Then they ask if their clothes are clean.
You fix their lunch, and then they tell you to go away.
You give them lunch money so others won’t see you’ve fixed their lunches.
You give them the car, yet they won’t call to say they’ve arrived safely.
You tell them to pay attention when driving, but learn with the first real scare.
They say they can drive, then will wreck the car in the first year of solo driving.
They hug their girlfriends, but don’t want you around.
They need you in troubles, but can’t stand you in peace.
They go beyond the limits, then sneer at your demands.
They need help but won’t listen to your advice.
They need help but will try to do it all alone.
They want to be on their own, but depend on you.
They go off alone, but will keep coming back for yet a while.
They love you but will never say so.
They hate the situation they’re in, but aren’t ready to leave.
They think they’re ready for everything, but they’re not.
They think they’re ready to be alone, but the world won’t let them be.
I love my teen and will worry when he finally leaves.
His relief will be tinged with fear.
He will always be welcome back home, but may not come.
I will miss him and he will miss me, though he will never admit it.
He thinks I don’t understand how things are today, because I’m old.
Technology changes, but the emotions of growing up are always the same.
Needing to go forward, but feeling trapped remains the same with each generation.
Being held back by time, conventions, laws, and rules never changes.
I understand, they’re just too young to realize that I do.
I do understand, because I’m already standing in the world he wants to enter.
You will know they care after they’ve left home and call home to hear your voice.
Someday they may even come home, kiss you, and say thanks.

Contest: Coming of Age  2nd place


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Distant Love

The hours dwindle slowly by- 
When I want you by my side. 
Longing to feel the warmth of your breath 
As you kiss away my pride. 
 
The anger melts away, 
When I'm held within your arms.
My balance quickly faltering;
As I fall for all of your charms.
 
The weeks are always longer-
When I don't get to have you near.
Wishing that I could run to you- 
The distance heightening my fear. 
 
The hours go by rapidly-
When you are finally home. 
 Leaving me all by myself;
With my thoughts to roam. 
 
The cycle starts all over- 
I'm wishing that you were free. 
Longing to feel the warmth of your breath. 
Until you come right back to me. 


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Before It's Too Late

Before it's Too Late
I want to say Thank you 
For the roses you bought home when it was not a man made holiday
For my favorite candies you brought home when I mentioned them in the midst of our conversation
For the unexpected dinner date you arranged for us to have when you knew I was craving for time alone with you
For the text in the middle of the day saying that you love me and you appreciate my smile
For the spa day that you set up for me when I was stressed out from the work week
For accepting me for who I am..( a little over weight and now a little skinner than when you first met me) because I got sick.
For listening to me even though you had a lot on your mind and I said I would rather not talk about it because I knew you had a so much on your mind but took out the time anyway to listen
My love I decided to write this poem to you before it's too late and I don't get a chance to say it as much as I should and/or if I should depart this place called earth before you I want you to know that I appreciate and love you with all my heart 
Just because of who you are!


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The Risk of Choice

It would be too easy to not believe
And not have faith in all He wants us to see.
But I don't want to risk my life being saved
Because of a choice I was refusing to make.


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"Digital Flag Coming Undone"

You stand waiting everyday for new incoming, you see the technology  standing your life
like a god, waiting for you to betray and your done, every man holds a passion for new
devices and new weapons, for then they cry jail for whom they killed, we all know this is
wrong, yet we love to see our hands full of misery and pain, breathing a life into
machines ain't funny, but every time mom, dad, granny, brother or sister are about to
leave to heaven or hell, oh you grab their soul by signing papers and putting their faded
and wrecked life into a machine, breath in and out they still gonna die, why is it so bad
to leave them rest forever in grave  than putting them inside a room alone in a disordered
depression for they to keep on dying slower and slower, now you love technology right?
Then why when the soldiers went to war they died in dozens like pigs because of our enemy
have enough technology to kill them all, i saw in my country every time a soldier died
their family went crying and desperate screaming "Why?" Why you think they died? Because
god let a big missile fall on him or them? Selfish indeed...

We are letting it get to our head, we are making valuable starts go to waste, in this days
people do not go home very happy if they don't get what they want, i know how a man fights
for freedom and is not this way, the flag is striking us with it same ambition of fatal
destruction, i wish we can all go home one way  or the other, alive! But the streets are
recklessly running in circles on same hell, same vision, is not like before that death was
the last chance, now no one is afraid of dying, that's why people are killing them self's
and killing others, we need fear to coats us again? Or accept our system has blind us to
for money? We been sold for priceless try outs...

I just wish the end comes better than i see it coming.


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Memories Made to Ponder

It was a tin-roof wooden house standing 
Across the red brick cobblestone street 
Adjacent to a wide open field full
Of shady live oak and sweet smelling tangerine trees where 
My father’s boyhood home was nestled  
Quietly in his home town. 

Often times we’d travel to visit 
The grandparents still living there 
In that Americana corner of our lives.
We didn’t know much of anything at all except 
The sky was blue, love was true and we 
Youngsters were the apples of the old folk’s eyes.

We’d sit for hours in white wicker rocking chairs
I helped paint one time with newspaper on the floor 
And a horsehair brush grandma gave me 
To teach me that painting needn’t be a lesson 
In staying between the lines.  “Sometimes,” she’d say,
“It’s better to let the paint flow 
And speak for itself in time.” 

And granddad liked to watch the sky – especially at night 
When stars were burning bright and would point towards Polaris and say:
“Heaven’s over that a-way.”  And during daylight hours 
When storm clouds appeared and we could hear 
Thunder and lightning all around, he’d laugh and dance 
As if the circus were coming to town.  

We watched mocking birds and blue jays flying in and out 
Of all the tree top branches and leaves singing 
Their love making lullabies to us and one another and then
As quickly as they arrived, 
Disappeared into the wind.  
It seems we’re not much different 
Rather family, foe or friend.  
  
Accordingly, the old house still stands today 
But the dear old folks have slipped away.  
Perhaps to the place once pointed to
High above that night sky view 
Where comets roam and grandpa liked to call “Up yonder,”  
Leaving me with thoughts of gold 
And memories made to ponder.         


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The Puppy

The puppy’s eyes were huge and sad.
His tail a drum did beat within my head.
His whimper a sound from which I could not part.
His posture defeated struck upon my heart. 
His expectations high. His whimpers slow. 
Within his cage he lays submissively low.
I could not walk away when invited in by eyes so bright.
I reached low to scratch his ears and touch his head so light.
Upon my hand he did drool, as his tongue did lick to know.
Then he held me in his mouth so tight as not to let me go.
A connection felt, a gentle hand, a belly rub a treat.
I knew to hold him close- my heart made whole again would beat.
Forever mine whispered in my ear. I could not let him go.
Unconditional love to feel- I could not look away, so
Our heart beat once- then twice again in unison unique.
Without a doubt- one way to go- my heart does tightly seek. 
I know to take him home- my life would be so sweet.
One dog has died. Now another found. My life continues still.
New hopes and dreams- to home we go as life proclaims its’ fill.
But his friend sits shivering, as we prepare to leave.
My heart grows suddenly still. To look, to see, my heart to believe
One is good, but two is best- two hearts my love can shield.
Toward my home we turn again- three hearts to joyfully yield.
Once a house- now a home we will successfully build.
So if a shelter you do pass, stop a moment to see…
Perhaps a loved one waits inside, if a loving home you have a need...


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Philosophical Poetry Week: Transient Tuesday

I am a misprint,
Ink blot on love,
I remain a maybe
Longing for fact,
No speck of lint,
A hand in glove.
Thunder; a baby
Will only react

When you etch
Parallel clouds,
Whistling on cue
To a dead town.
Dream a sketch
Of silent crowds
Becoming you,
This boiling crown

Chews thought
Into flagellation.
Holes in the walls
To spy through,
Seeking a sort
Of bricked-up sun.
A heaven of halls,
All leaving you.


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My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





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What I Look For In A Home


I’m sure that home to many has a different meaning. It depends what kind of life they’ve been receiving. There are those with memories of hurt and pain. Some may not want to mention their families name. Others have childhood memories they are fond of. They may have a family that they’re proud of! I think that in many cases, home is not what people see. It has a lot of importance. Both to you and me! What home means to me is to have our family together. And ask the Lord to bless it, with his love forever! God gave me a wife and children to take care of. May I not do things that I’d be ashamed of! I invite YOU Jesus, to be the head of our home! May we come together as a family, around your throne! May our family serve one another as we should. May the truths of God’s word be applied and understood! May the Lord help us to get along, with our imperfections. May God’s word be our “road map,” for needed direction! There’s no perfect home. Believe me! I know it! When it comes to family time… We all need to show it! Unless the lord builds the home… They labor in vain that build it! Let’s seek God’s blessing! So his love can completely fill it! Please come Jesus! And fill our home today! May our home be honored by what we do and say! By Jim Pemberton


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Never Erased

Eternal faith;
Love in His name.
Saved by grace;
Never erased.


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PARTED MEMORIES

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Circle of Life - A Pet Story

It seems like just the other day
Our pup, Shadrack, did pass away;
And altho’ they never seemed like friends,
My old cat, Jorg, knew Shad had met
   his untimely end.

He mourned his loss every day
And looked for Shadrack everywhere.
He’d mew and moan as if to say,
“We were friends.  I do care.”

Then one night, an eerie howl
Awoke me from my sleep.
He’d found Shad’s toys and left no doubt
That his feelings did run deep.

So our tedious search began
To find another likely pup;
But while my poor wife still grieved,
Could another measure up?


We went to Second Chance and Free to Live.
She just could not make up her mind.
She loved them all; but, if she picked just one,
The rest would have to stay behind.

Then, quite by chance, there was a “pound pup”
Who’d been picked up from the streets.
He was a mutt, a “schnauza-pug”;
But he was awfully sweet.

He jumped up and kissed her frantically.
He seemed aware of his “iffy” situation.
He made the best of his opportunity.
Tears of joy told her elation.

“This is the one”, she smiled through tears,
As she held him oh, so tight.
“I’m sure that Jorg will like him too.
Everything will be alright”.

And so it was, until one day
When old Jorg did pass away…

There was no hesitation on this sad occasion;
Come Saturday morning, we went straight 
   to the pound,
Open minded and hoping to be “saviors”,
Surely a nice cat was to be found.

“Sadly”, the lady said,” three kitties have only today.
There’s Andre and Panda and another one too”.
My wife smiled and said, “Jorg was your boy.  You pick.
They’re both beautiful cats.  It’s up to you”.

As I pondered this commitment
Another cat, a young one, caught my eye.
Like Jorg, he was a common gray tabby.
Fond memories were stirred.  I almost cried.

On closer look, his name was Boris;
And, strangely, he was number three.
There was a small sign on his crate,
“I don’t like other cats and other cats don’t like me”.

But there was character in his eyes and he was cute.
He was rolling and purring and stretching.
He seemed to look deep into my heart
And did his best to be quite fetching.

But because he was just a common gray tabby,
And because of the little sign,
His chances were slim, his future quite dim
And one day is precious little time.

For a moment I was lost in his eyes
And I heard his desperate plea, 
“I’m a swell cat and litter box trained.
Take me.  Please, take me”.

“Well”, my wife urged, “is it Andre or Panda”?
“One of us will take the other kitty.”, two older ladies chimed.
“You can each have one ladies”, I said with a smile.
I want Boris and he wants to be mine”.

In just hours he was romping and rolling with Pepper,
Who had happily welcomed his new friend.
Boris was a perfect fit, an affirmation;
The Circle of Life never ends.

Much more Joy than Sadness in this Circle,
And there should never be regrets.
Honor their memories and all the love they share,
Never break the Circle, never be without a Pet.


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12 days of kiss-mas

On the 12th day of kiss-mass my true love sent to me
12 dirty undies
11 socks a stinking
10 shoes a humming
9 shirts for pressing
8 trousers 
7 days of take-out boxes
6 flagons of beer
5 D V D's
4 mischievous children
3 dozen wine bottles
2 ex partners
and an engagement ring under the tree


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Solitude

Moonlight kisses the calm, balmy sea,
the cool night is calling me
as I sit by the lonely shore
so far away from our home.

Silence lingers, the wind gently blows
while my thoughts fly back to you,
wait for me, wait for me,
I’ll come home across the sea.

From a distance I hear a sad guitar,
my mind goes to where you are,
your loving face is all I see          
with a voice that beckons to me.

By the light of a yellow, pale moon
I’m dreaming to see you soon,
wait for me, wait for me,
I’ll come home across the sea.


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Going Home

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

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

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

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


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The Traveller's Unclaimed Land

He says he loves me then he says he loves me not
He loves me today but by tomorrow I'm forgot 
He runs from my love but returns wanting more
I guess I'm to blame for letting the traveler explore, 
See travellers just wander and are never here to stay
They admire the scenery and enjoy the display 
They tour the land and ride the attractions
So memories become their only subtractions,
They search for an experience that is what they yearn
The condition once they leave is none of their concern!
So how can the land be devoted and true 
When travellers come and go out of the blue.
The present is now and where he's travelled to,
But the past he calls home so he must return soon
Most likely just a visit although time can only tell, 
But what he lusts is in this land and he knows it very well
He may call that place home but its this land that he seeks
Travellers on a mission never realize until they hit their peek
He continues to damage this land down to its core 
So what's left to offer when their is nothing left in store?
The resources were depleted and the land left bare
He comes and goes as he pleases it doesn't seem fair;
See this land has been abused time and time again
Seeds that were planted, were means to an end
But pleasure and satisfaction was always accomplished
Because this land provided where the homeland was disadvantaged!
But despite the history and despite the trust
Submit to his urges is something he must.
So this time around his departure is permanent 
Lack of faith and loyalty was the final determinant.
The damage he caused cannot be rendered,
So his visitation rights he has surrendered!
So leave this land I say and never look back
This is the path you chose I hope you can stay on track,
Cause travellers have memories of the lands they have stained
But the land only remembers the one that remained!


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Not Just A House, But A Home

It seems like only yesterday
My home was filled with activity,
Laughter, quarreling and lots of love.
Just as life should be.

I look around and see yesteryears
Of scuffed floors and marked up walls,
Telling a story of lives being lived.
My children's ebbs and flows of life-

Dirty faces, begging to be chased,
Sticky fingers, grass stained knees,
Floor picnics on rainy days,
Wiping tears and snotty noses,
Breaking up many small feuds,
And with my arms stretched out wide,
I'd show them how I love them more.

Dare I say, kids grow up way too fast.
Before you know it they've left the nest.
But inside their hearts where love should grow,
They will make not just a house, but a home.



For Leonora Galinta's contest, 'A Home'


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letter to Eden

My deplorable emotional collapse. 

Lucky for me, she happened to be in her many hour siestas!

My dear sister amelie came over (previously arranged to pick up some rocks that z mama rolled in a pile) and upon opening the front door all internal hell broke loose!

Utter torturous sadness tore thru every fiber of my being - hence a logical explanation conclusion per the abdominal distress that thankfully diminished. 

Aside from helplessness as of crumpling like a heap of cards, an extreme fright gripped me at the thought of yourself and shana returning to ramshackle mishmash.

Early today, she many hours sweeping (what her hands formerly hurled from the upstairs bedroom or glass and/or plastic containers blithely tossed on the kitchen floor) with some improvement.

Though, i might need to spend later today (Wednesday) gutting the refrigerator and discarding any potential alien life forms.

A prediction that a. you and shana will be quite sad leaving the tranquil home of the dunning family and b. stepping back into a place where disorder and entropy feast.

Please try to express sentiments per how you feel toward me! Such emotion might well be, but not necessarily limited to (just guessing) -- > anger, grief, hatred, loathing, rage.

Despite your impression or reaction toward and/or against me, i do value you more than any precious gem!

Matthew can honestly claim that "mother" acts considerably more pleasant to me. She politely greets me with what her "GOOD MORNING MISTER HARRIS"!

This message blurted soon after she espies me shuffling to the bathroom tending to that human toy let trees.

This and other of her cheery inquiries for attention (talk, contra dance, back rub...) find me practically catatonic at such ordinary desires. 

Years on end never er or rarely found me to experience this personable facet, yet...SHE WANTS NOTHING TO DO WITH OCTAVIA LAMB NOR GAYLE BAIR!

As (possibly) mentioned in the previous email, i too shared similar antipathy, hostility, offer dollops of voluble vulgarity!

At some juncture in the recent past, a strong objection against reacting in that manner (no matter the three musketeers - as referred to by thee senora and chief television watcher), spoke to this papa in crudely fierce, immeasurably lambasting tone.

Matter of fact, i emailed Octavia to inform her of the legal documents en-route to her home in gap, pennsylvania and reiterated appreciation for our (albeit unwelcome and long overdo) stay at blank greentree lane.

No intent to augment change in the counterpart. We seem to be diverging in any former opinions. 

Now, (meaning within the recent present)
 numbness freezes and seems to cease up desire to be alive
sometimes i do not care if the grim reaper takes me for an eternal drive
aware that you and shana would be well tended in that busy bee hive
comprising cheerfulness, delight, happiness, liveliness, joy, kindness mirth,
 et cetera where amity, comity, energy...does strive
among lovely offspring of shari and Andy, both troopers against challenges 
 as if...he married a heavenly wive. 

Shari and amelie encouraged me to express churning agitation within me
which best be conveyed now rather than per your return, 
where communication will be done as ease a lee.

Omg! The hour fast approaches four-ante meridian. Gawd cooks the time away. The task to organize the refrigerator hardly seems like a choice! You may not even notice since, (though the kitchen floor swept) aversion to enter the eatery might deter courage. 

Your risk to board a plane considerably less than the hazards that lurk in said innocent locale.

Take care my dear. 


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MUSIC - HAIKU

Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul


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The Puzzle

I don't have all the pieces together;
This puzzle is just too much,
But God already has it figured out
As He is solving this from above.


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Three days Saved

It's been nine years, I have counted the tears-
  they have made trails of guilt
  worried into my heart 
  then filled with loneliness and bitter despair
but by your grace I have been shown...

For the first time, in these nine years, I have not wept
  nor held a vigil to honor our grief
though the loss still burns, this time it is transformed

Peace from your love still reaches through death
  and through your eternal love I am reborn
  
 It is Good Friday. 
When God took your spirit home
  and left me dying to know,
  how to love him for his sacrifice
  when he asked me to give up you?
How do I heal this death and rise with you in his arms?

Through your love I was born, and in your arms I grew
 and it has been your love the kept me whole
 that taught me how to be reborn
    for even though your body has gone
    your words lost in the wind and breath no more
The essence of grace and strength you lived
- it grows still in your daughter soul

My being and existence came from your womb
  my heart and mind shaped by your enlightenment
I have lived a life you gave me and for once
   I live it in pride to honor your sacrifice
your words giving me the guidance I'd lost nine years ago.

Alas, I've come to know, that as you died
  and went home with our Lord, you saved me from my death
not in your dying, my grief and love can attest,
    but in your living strength and loving example
       you showed me how to live a life
             open to our Father's gift

We knew it would not wait, but the parting was too fast.
I sat in thought three days before your sleep and asked,
"In three days time my savior died, I wonder hence
   what of my soul will rise with his?"

And now sitting Easter morning, 
  holding my sons candy-filled basket,
I realized Three days passed.

  He took you home Friday morn, but left me love,
that eternal love that never dies
whose comfort is unending

I honor your love by giving it to my children
         and Easter morning I felt your hug, your kiss, and knew 
                                 you have never left me
.
Though God took you home Mom
I know you have never left me
for as our Savior died and rose
you too still live in my heart, 
showing me proof our Father's blessings

    because you, my love, are my soul and all ready there
there fore I am strong enough to give this pain up 
       to honor his sacrifice and transcend,
           to be humbled by the grace and mercy
          that could forgive such lost lambs as I


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Brother and Sister

Susan sits by an open window
Remembering her brother
It was during the sixties when it happened
The exact date was May 8, 1966
They called the Sixties liberating
A time when America accepted change
But it wasn’t like that for everyone
Her brother Stevie
Was two years younger than she was
The guys in school used to call him names
Like sissy boy and queer
Saying if he got into trouble his sister would have to stick up for him.

But Stevie was better
Way better than the bullies at school.

At home Susan and her brother 
Would move the living room coffee table 
Push the old couch back 
And then sing the old favorites 
In close harmony
Songs about teenage love
Like the sad love ballads by the Everly Brothers
Or the Righteous Brothers
The sadder the love song
The more they liked it
They would stand together
Moving ever so slowly
And sing those songs so loud 
And so close 
To each other’s face 
Over and over 
And then Stevie would whistle the ending
While their parents 
Clapped and clapped
And clapped. 

Then one late afternoon
When Stevie didn’t come home from school
The phone rang and rang
With a strange incessant kind of ringing
That jarred their mother  
It was someone from the school saying 
That horseplay got out of hand
Then the police came 
A man in a suit spoke to father in the kitchen
Whispering over the clouds of cigarette smoke 
Susan could barely hear his hoarse whisper 
Only things like “We‘re going to investigate this”
And  “I promise I’ll do what I can”
Her family never did find out what happened to the investigation.

Along the way
Away from home
Something peculiar happened to Susan 
She lost something of herself
And would sit   
Staring out of the window 
Not seeing anything
Just thinking of her brother.

She still does it today
Just staring
Out to nowhere
Every time she hears one of those old songs
She feels that Stevie is still with her.

Forgiveness is a long word
For what happened a long time ago
All Susan has are memories
If she could just absorb them  
And put them in a little bottle 
And carry them around
So whenever she started feeling down
She’d open the bottle 
And all those good memories 
Would remind her just how special life is 
 And Stevie would still be there
Their bodies entwined
Singing harmony
She holding the last note
He snapping his fingers
Whistling the last sad tune.



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I Know of An Old Fashioned Family


There’s a family I know,  that may seem old fashioned.
But they serve others from a heart of compassion!

They don’t have much in the scope
 of entertainment.
But they have each other,
 and much contentment.

They have a love for God that comes from within!
And are thankful to the Lord
 for being their friend!

They don’t get too involved with that the world brings.
They have each others love.  
They have everything!

This family has been an inspiration to others too!
By their giving hearts, in much of what they do!

This family has a commitment to serve God above.
And have asked Jesus to fill them with his love!

This may seem old fashioned, 
not to have a lot of things…
But they know their Lord 
and the love that he brings!

I’m thankful to know them and their Godly inspiration…
I extend to them a heart of thanks  and appreciation!

Please dear Lord, bless and keep them in your arms!
Be with them Jesus, and protect them from harm!

May the blessings of God keep 
flowing through them!
And may the peace and joy of God continue to be with them!

By Jim Pemberton   05/29/13


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Man with sorrow

A risky side
A twisted mind 
He's a man with sorrow 
He's a man on his own
I know your secrets
I see you losing control

I want you back
Oh I want you back home
*Chorus*:
To kill your sore
To purify your soul 
But not a glimmer of hope
And not a glimmer of joy
 

You walk with a frozen heart
Making it hard for me 
To leave you alone 
 
Your nonsensical twist
Makes me shiver inside 
 
The more mysterious he gets
The more attractive it gets 
 
Chorus:
But not a glimmer of hope
Not a glimmer of joy 
(2x) 
 
Your fatal deadly thoughts
Make me scream for more
 
I can never show, how much my love
For you was strong 
But you're the one I blame
 
I'm craving on saving you
So I can slay you on my own
 
I try to forget,
But I find myself with regrets 
 
You looked at me and said it straight
With no circles to spin
Baby turning the page,
Will lead us nowhere...
 
But not a glimmer of hope 
Nor a glimmer of joy 
I know your secrets 
I see losing control 
You're the one I blame
You're the one I crave.

**please feel free to correct and comment! :) ** MS-


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The Ballad of Malcolm McCorey

Come and listen awhile I pray
To hear a sad love story,
I have only a minute to stay
To tell the tale of Malcolm McCorey.

I'm Malcolm, Sally was my bride
I've loved her since grade school,
She was my life and my pride
And, I was her ever loving fool.

Work let off early that night
And it was pouring down in sheets,
When my eyes beheld the sight
Of Sally whoring 'tween the sheets.

My Sally was not forthcoming
And, I was blind by love's adoring,
I swear I never saw it coming
The day my Sally went a whoring.

This wasn't some casual adoring
That I might could understand,
This was at our home a whoring
In our bed with another man.

It was a cold and rainy night
And it was pouring down in sheets,
I wasn't prepared for the sight
Of Sally whoring 'tween the sheets.

The truth came like a blinding light
She couldn't wait to shut the door,
When I came home early that night
While she gaily played the whore!

She glared up at me in surprise
At seeing me suddenly arrive,
I stared back into her lying eyes
Down the barrel of my forty five!

It was a stormy and dismal night
And it kept pouring down in sheets,
I'll never forget the awful sight
Of Sally whoring 'tween the sheets.

The Padre' comes to comfort me
My life's now run it's course,
Today my pain will cease to be
Soon, I'll feel no more remorse.

I forgive myself of all at last
My soul will soon go soaring,
Today will soon be o'er and past
The pain, of Sally gone a whoring.


* Malcolm was executed in may of 1969. May God have mercy on his soul.


                        Timothy I. Brumley


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HOME - 3

The Birch logs are stacked
Ready to feed the Woodstoves
My Soul is at rest

My Heart longs to be 
With my Most beloved : Lenore
I wait to go HOME


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A Day To Be With You

"Home grown tomatoes, home grown tomatoes"
Whenever see them, my thoughts turn to you
Home grown potatoes, home grown potatoes
Whenever peel them, my thoughts turn so blue

"That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday"
Where freedom from mundane chores fade, fade
Like washing human made clothes come wash day
No more will life be feelings masquerade

"Where sunshine on my shoulder makes me happy"
Sunny day that I could just spend with you
Both free from pain we're no longer snappy
In the warm sunshine we our love renew

"In rocky catheral that reach to the sky"
"Let me kiss you,""Then close your eyes".

John Denver's 
Stanza 1:"Home Grown Tomatoes"
Stanza 2: "Take Me Home, Country Roads"
Stanza 3: "Sunshine On My Shoulders"
Stanza 4:  Line 1, "The Eagle And The Hawk"
                Line 2,  Two lines from:"Leaving, On A Jet Plane"

Inspired by Tracie's contest
"Sing A Song For Me"


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A Letter From Mom And Dad

My child, 
When i get old, I hope you understand and have patience with me.
I hope, I can get a mug of love from your sea.
In case, I broke a plate or spill soup as I'm loosing my eyesight.
I hope you don't yell at me and instead say 'Its allright'
When my hearing get worse and i can't hear what you say.
I hope you don't call me deaf, please repeat and don't just go your way..

I'M SORRY, My child, I m getting older.
And this thing cannot get solder.
When my knees get weaker, I hope you have patience to help me to get.
Like i used to when you were child with love and not by hate.
And if you have spare time, i hope we can talk to, 
I know you are busy, but please have time for my jokes to mock to.

When you were little, I did this all to you.
Now its your time, Please bear me, as my days are few.
When the time of my death come, giving me strength to face death, i hope you hold my hand, 
And not talking with me about distribution of property or land.

And don't worry, When I'll meet God, I'll tell him to bless you.
Because you loved your parents and care them with due...
Thank you, We STILL LOVE YOU! ! ! ! ! ! 

-With much love and blessings, 
Your Mom and Dad.


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part VI

Water licks your feet
Far cry from the beating sun
Desert sand to sea


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Your Gorgeous Life

You wake me up with Your endless light
So beautiful in shining, so bold, so bright!
You paint the landscapes and let Your love shine
For the whole world to see, to feel Your gorgeous life!


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Choices To Face

I have some choices to face,
But these are not my decisions to make.
God told me what He wants me to do;
He said, "Listen, Son, I have a plan for you."


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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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Enjoy This Place

Follow your dreams and follow your heart;
God has shown you the path to start.
Never give up and always have faith;
Do what you love and enjoy this place!


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The Pirate and the Princess

Alas morning has come, 
the treacherous storm has passed
Anticipation heightens my senses as the wind swirls past, 
The essence of musk engulfs me;
Replacing the aroma of sea salt that once filled the misty air
I am assured that my beloved pirate is homeward bound

Perched upon my lighted tower
I gaze out across the horizon, waiting, hoping 
For that first glimpse of the storm tattered sails 
That adorn the vessel that had denied me that which makes me whole

Although the competition that vies for the heart of the Pirate may be grandiose,
There can be only one victor!

I cachinnate at your feeble attempt
To match wits with my poetic prose
Step aside Oh witch of the sea
And wipe the gull crap from your nose

Tis my beauty and grace that will prevail
I am the picture in his mind
You are just a barnacle
Hideous and unrefined

I pity you and your reckless dreams
Of captivating the Pirates heart
For no wretched wench of the sea
Could ever keep us apart

A Pirate does not long for
Raunchy harlots dressed in rags
Courtesans with damaged goods
Or withered old sea hags

Nor is it a rotund woman 
Paunchy and robust
That titillates his senses 
Filling his loin with lust

It is I dressed in fine linen
Pink orchids in my hair
The scent of passion I emanate
Will be more than he can bear

So step aside young peasant girls
Watch and whimper in despair
As he chooses the lovely Princess
Both voluptuous and fair

Your songs are inchoate and crude
Like the Sirens fatal call
I sing my celestial serenade
Your harm it will forestall

(Song of the Princess)

For I am your ardent Mariner
Manning the beacon that lights your way
Pacing the gallery day and night
From my post I will not stray

Time has yet to diminish
The taste you left behind
That gentle kiss that bid farewell
Remains within my mind

The vacuity induced by your absence
Has been replaced with a burning desire
To settle myself upon your manly hood
And extinguish the sensual fire 

I touch my fingers to my lips
Then place them at my heart
A tear descends down my cheek
Creating the waters that keep us apart

In desperation I call to Poseidon
Great God of the sea
Hear my prayers, feel my pain
Bring my pirate back to me 

Please hurry home sweet Captain 
Oh pirate of the sea
Hurry home to the one you love
Well all know that ‘s me!

To all the strumpets that compete
It's time that we retrench
Save your hearts and walk away
He’ll chose the Princess not the wench


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TRUE DEFINITION OF A FAMILY

Sometimes I wish never be part of something
Cautious I must; with the kind of wishes I make.
I mostly have a little share in the family cake.
Quiet a pain, but it doesn’t find itself repeating.
Happy Today – Tomorrow Sad.

The exciting part is that, there is a hand when needed.
I find a shoulder to rest on when burden-loaded.
Like trees never do away with water.
So it is as to a son to the family, never falter.
“I love you Son” – cheered by Dad.

Mum, like the chameleon changes as to our state of facade.
The words of her punishment, feels like a stain in the eye.
She really is brave – fought well, now needs my aid.
The love- hate, joy-sorrows, the truth and lie -
These are the ties that forever bond family.

Brothers so true and passionate,
Eldest; David – gentle lad, gifted hands in architect.
Youngest; Evans – so much of personality mandate.
Dad - a quiet figure, always by our side; ever ready to protect.
Quiet blessed: True Definition of A family.


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Ode to Goddess Pele-N

Strophe

Ye, the goddess of flame, fire and eternal love
From Tahiti you found home  in Hawaii Kilauea
I accessed your gateway with deep feelings of love
With your archetypes *Kali Ma, Sekhmet and Durga
You falsify that women are weak and incapable
That to be feminine to be fragile and helpless
You’re a beauty with dignity & divine power all
Ability to shape shift woman or crone effortless.
Known as Pele energy or energy Pele-kino-aha-nei
Your four sisters using same will Pele-kino-aha-nei.

Antistrophe

As a young woman you fell in love with Lohiau
As you left volcano, pining for you & dying nearly
You sent Hiiaka for him, she fell in love with Lohiau
You found Kamapua, but allowed them to marry.
All in Hawaii know your defined potential of fire
And stories about your many loves & infidelities
Your father sent you away because of your hot temper
As you seduced your sister’s husband with abilities.
Finally in Hawaii with blatant infidelities and passions
Manifested in the Big island’s volcanic activities.

Epode
Because Hawaii sits on the mountaintops of Lemuria
Lemurian Goddess energy is a still a strong vibration
Coming to Hawaii, feels good like coming home area
Within their cellular consciousness with love’s vibration. 
Ye, Goddess Pele is surprisingly playful and light
With three dynamics, well being, play and flow
You, as healer, love to heal and love to be brought
If not treated with respect , you have the power to blow. 
All visitors you listen to the Pele archives as I do
Believe that miracles can come from teachings due.

                           +++
* Names of Indian Goddesses


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I'm Not the Kind of Dad That I Need to Be


I’m Not the Kind of Dad That I Need to Be! I remember reading the Bible to my son. But what a mess, my life has become! My children told me, they were proud of their dad! Now they say they’re embarrassed and sad. I once lived a Godly life! I really did! Just look at me now! And how I live! Things in life I once called wrong and sin. Are now causing me to stumble again. God's word I had loved! Jesus was my treasure! I "traded my soul" for what gives me "pleasure." I’m not the kind of father that I need to be! What kind of example will my family find in me? Will I grow stubborn to God as I age? Replacing his peace, for anger and rage? I need Jesus to bring peace to my troubled soul! I ask YOU Lord to make me clean and whole. Restore unto me the joy of my salvation. By your blood, make me a new creation. Words alone cannot truly express… This family God's given to me. I am so blessed! By Jim Pemberton


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part V

The English weather:
Rainclouds follow us from home
There is no escape.


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Amidst the flowers

Love midst the flowers

The roses bloom so endlessly
In pink and red and yellow
And orange too with purest white
As the morn feels soft and mellow
We sit together drinking tea
As love fills all of me
And oh, it feels so wonderful
Cause, that’s the way love be.

The birds sing out in tenderness
As they pray to the golden sun
And you and I sit sipping tea
No longer two, but one
As the love, the joy of perfect love
Does deep within me sing
Those birds are singing just for us
And so much bliss do bring.

The Sun shines in the deep blue sky
I smell the whiff of Jasmine
As love sings from a gentle heart
Above all worldly din
As you and I together, dear
We sit here sipping tea
Nothing matters in the whole wide world
But the love twixt you and me.


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Greener Pastures

Feeling the rumble down the line,
greener pastures calling me there.
Daydreams of love and golden times,
feeling the rumble down the line,
conjures visions of love divine.
Grooming the need to go somewhere,
feeling the rumble down the line,
greener pastures calling me there.

Feeling the rumble down the line,
calling me home from far away.
Taking to heart the trembling sign,
feeling the rumble down the line,
my heart transcends all space and time.
It speaks the joys of yesterday,
feeling the rumble down the line,
calling me home from far away. 

© Aug 2010 Charles Henderson
For Nette's "Afterglow" contest


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Sometimes I Dream


Sometimes I dream of the azure sea
Drifting gently towards the still horizon, 
Its return sweep bringing your ship to shore.
From my shore of waiting I see it bobbing
On the waves, bringing my love home to me.

Sometimes I see you pensive under the almond
Tree, your face reflecting rapture as you dream
Of distant shores, far away from me you roam.
I tried to caulk your dreams with dulcet songs
But dreams are blind when love is strong.

Sometimes I see you in my dream, laughing,
Hands outstretched, standing on the shore  
Calling out to me.  Your beckoning hands touch
Mine, enfolding me. You’re home at last to stay.
Yet your heart, like a shell, resounds with the sea. 


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Welcome Home, My Child

Getting sleepy with eyes falling tired
Drift away into a new sense of wonder
Longing for purpose that seems to fade away
With every step, God whispers, "Stay...
"Slow down My Child, you're going too fast
Take a look around at My Home for you at last
Take all in the Love I have for you
And don't fret over fear of what I want from you
I love you Child more than you could ever know
You are My Child; I am your Home
And I will never let you go
All I want is for you to love Me too
Welcome Home, My Child
I love you."


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IN A MISSISSIPPI NIGHT

You do not expect me I am going to describe the stands
Or the moon that is reflected on the river's water
Or the ghostly tribes running along Winnibigoshishi Lake,
Up to the Shakopee and down to the Sioux City,
But the holdings and the last fragrances
Thatt have been grown along my Mississippi Nights.

Since my childhood, no shadows, no scarlet
Has been broken, and back I go:
I was five years old, teeny and dark, so beautiful around my mother's arms,
All proud and bough, and I sung all summer
As I was watching my Mississippi Nights.

Long tales as they had been told through the stripped dance 
And drowsy learning, yet it already has been  told by wrinkled faces,
And by those toothless mouths, that arisen sun has gone,
In such fashion of pain and smoke,
But no one could tell me after the long ceremony
How beautiful and still my Mississippi Nights.

From the South to the North; from Granite Falls to
Prairies Island, I knew every stone and leaf, the flavor
Of the smokes and shine, the cute young Indian girls
Who were best known, that by June 
I fell and hit -- even though I was skinny and dumb --
Every girl in delight but there was nothing like than my Mississippi Nights.

As a man now so unique and coward!
From whom I have got no Indian Blood Left,
Princely I bent. Not to risen against the Great Spirit
Even perhaps by pain and love I should say
But I was still looking at myself through my Mississippi Nights.

Graceful and healthful to the tradition I call you too my strong boy.
Along with my Indian woman, now fifty-two, and caring spring she has before;,
Through the lower Sioux, and the higher St. Cloud and beyond,
And somewhat south and north, I must demand
To myself to see once more my Mississippi Nights.
 


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While I Coo

Many nights though have passed before you came to my world
Now your presence means a million to me
Over and over your song will remain sonorous in my ears
Peace be upon you my umbrella
I know you’re all ears while I coo


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I'm Coming Out And Am Proud Of It

There are proud people “coming out!” Yet, they have no idea what real life is about! Many brag about a lifestyle that’s revealing. Yet have lost God’s purpose and meaning! I’m coming out for Jesus! I’ve nothing to hide! I’ve asked him to take away my sin and pride! Of my own accomplishments... I’ve nothing to boast! But I’m proud of God the father, son and holy ghost! Whatever pride we have… We’ve all sinned! Jesus told us; “you must be born again!” Nothing that I’ve done is worth “bragging of.” Rather, I’ve done things that I’m ashamed of! But God reached down to where I was standing! And filled my life with his peace and understanding! The more I have of Jesus, the less I need of me! His power alone is what can truly set me free! I’m coming out for Jesus! The redeemer of my soul! I’m going to shout it! So the whole world may know! I’m not ashamed of Jesus! I am NOT! By his mercy… My sins have been blood bought! For each step you take to God… He takes two! Won’t you allow him to do his work through YOU? A life of righteousness and holiness is what God is asking! Come now! And receive HIS life! It’s everlasting! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Imagism | |

WELCOME TO VILLAGE

In the village that where my life burrow
In the fields, I roam and play
In Catholic School, my knowledge grow
Through experience, I mature in bay

Coconut trees adorns the house
Luscious grasses floods in clause
Flowers of white, pink & red invites 
To anyone who passes, it entice

Familiar persons halts and talk
A wink, a wave or a little distance walk
Shared by youth, couple and folks
Freely caring, not effacing a hulk

Children roam and run
Everyone seem having fun
Under the warmth of the sun
As if a goddess span her wand

Turning a regular day to a special one
Everyone will try to welcome
It must be! It must be!
This should be a wonderful realm

By: olive_eloi
5:44pm
01/08/2014
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Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

HELP HER UP

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'....to 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 asked...do 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...do 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 | Free verse | |

marking time....to my friends on poetry soup.- the Lord helped me fight death and won.

i don't want to be just marking

time.  i died on november 20,

2008, during surgery.  i was

on a vent when i awakened 

december 2, 2008....my sisters'

birthday. what made me llive

i'll never know.  i know there

are things to do on this side

of death.



i have no time for marking time.

i have a stupid bag hanging from

my side now.  i am supposed to

"get comfortable with it".  well

that was a laugh.

that was a laugh until i thought

of the people that had these

things with no hope of ever

getting away from them.



i am so lucky.  14 days i laid

on a vent, then 22 more.

i came home 3 days, 



then 


i had
great pain in my chest...
.
well this is great i said,

a pulmonary emboli, 15 more

days, three days home.



then back to e.r. blood pressure

too high.  this bought me 

4 more days in e.r.



i am home now and finally 

have spent 19 days home.

i feel every pain and i feel

every time that i feel good



yes, i am never marking

time again.....there is

something about fighting

for your life and your sanity

that straightens things out.



i don't recommend it but

i wish i could let your hearts

know what i know.

janetta


Details | Couplet | |

WHY ARE WE HERE

Copyright © 2012 
12/17/2012 
(A Purpose So Clear) 

Like children we fear 
  In secret a somber tear 

Like learning to walk 
 Babies listen to talk 

And reach for a hand 
  To help them stand 

This too, we all must do 
  By HIS Hand made anew 


by: LP


Details | I do not know? | |

The Canvas of Night


The Canvas of Night


Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,


enthralled by the wonder of the cosmos,
my dreams take to the heavens in effervescent flight,


I bathe in the beauty, soaked in sublime delight,
absorbed in moments of bliss, transfixed by the serene sight.




Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,


and my being is infused with feelings of hope,


for even in darkness  I find the sprinkled sugar of hope's light.




note: special thanks to one of my heroes, the late Dr. Carl Sagan, for making science accessible to younger me, many, many moons ago.





Details | Rhyme | |

God's Grace

The blue waters,
The green trees,
The blue skies,
The light breeze,
The crisp air,
The birds sing,
The puffed clouds;
The awakening.


Details | I do not know? | |

Where Wild Violets Grow

Where Wild Violets Grow

Scribbling these verses,
caressing your bare back,
simple rhymes,
flowing from my fingertips.


Scribbling verses,
sprinkling odes to fragrant promises,
your smile lightens the burdens,
off my heavy heart.


Scribbling verses,
soaked in countless kisses,
the moonlight waltzing on your skin.


Scribbling verses,
feeling you,
your love never ceases to flow,


through the streams of my mind,
to a place of our own,
where wild violets grow



Details | Verse | |

I like your love

I like your love
It's pure, it's innocent
and I don't think I've seen this before

You replenish my reserves before it's necessary 
you lift my wings up and 
make me superior to my adversary 
Creatively providing the exact amount of 
what I need to go another day
I like your love
and for as long as you'll have me I'll stay

You make me comfortable in my space
What she share cannot be replaced
with any other type of love
be it artificial or tainted or lustfully blatant 
Those illusions don't exist because
we found this love and we claimed it

I cherish those nights when I scratch your head
When you sit between my thighs and I twist your dreads
We become an us that is so pure
that the spring waters question the purity of it's source
I like your love - it's a divine force


Details | Haiku | |

Sanka mountain house

snow covered nest                                                                                                     huddled hands in prayer                                                                                        dreams not forgotten


Details | Rhyme | |

A Happy Home

I've been musing lately about things that really make a home complete.
One thing for sure - a happy home is one with laughter and love replete!
'Twill be a place with affectionate parents who dearly love each other,
And blessed by a couple of kids - a little sister and her big brother!

A home ain't a home unless you have a faithful dog and inscrutable cat,
And a stoop on which to greet folks whereon lies a welcoming mat!
A grandfather clock to intone the inexorable march of time is needed,
And a fireplace with a cozy fire by which to reminisce unimpeded!

There'll be a library of classic tales with yellowed and dog-eared pages,
And a Bible that is read, having been handed down through the ages!
Displayed on the fireplace mantel will be pictures of folks from the past -
Folks from the family tree who set standards for honor unsurpassed!

There'll be a white picket fence and a trellis with climbing yellow roses,
And a huge front porch with a swing on which to enjoy pleasant dozes!
At the kitchen table, the family dines, discusses the day and grace is said.
Later the kids say nightly prayers before being tucked in their featherbed!

Marks to measure the kid's height mar the wall nigh the kitchen door.
Happy holidays and birthdays are celebrated that will add to family lore!
Though the dog and kids may create havoc as about the house they roam,
If I may quote Edgar Guest, "It takes a heap o' livin' to make a house a home!"

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


Details | I do not know? | |

My Love

my love...

my love blossoms amidst the thunder

across the oceans and the beyond the seas

my love reaches out and touches

the moments of bliss as the loneliness flees

my love is simple
with profound feelings of yearning desire

my love rages within
the furnace of this aching heart's unquenchable fire

my love basks in the warmth of the knowledge

that in the spring it takes root and it will flower

my love breathes in the light fragrance

of her hair after her warm and delicate shower

my love remembers drowning in her eyes

of those ethereal moments frozen forever more

my love recalls the fleeting ticking of the clock

each minute apart stabbing at my very core

my love she knows I need her so

for she needs me just as much

my love she sprinkles light flourishes of her sensual touch

as my love for her continues to ceaselessly grow

my love reaches down into the crevasses of my of being

my love for her is held onto deep inside

for in the coming of the cold ache of seperation

my love settles between the folds of her heart, for 'tis there that my love for will reside

my love like an eternal dream caresses me in wakefulness and in sleep

and that is the feeling that I shall cherish

a feeling of love that has settled in me 

a feeling so pure and a feeling so very deep...


Details | Rhyme | |

I Noticed the Words Jesus Loves You above Your Door

I Noticed; “Jesus Loves You,” Above Your Door!

I noticed a sign, “Jesus Loves You,”
 above your front door.
I want to know about him!
I want to know more!

Could you tell me without 
any hesitation...
About Jesus and his plan 
of salvation?

Could you tell me about
 being born again?
And share with me how
 much you love him?

What is it like to become
a Christian?
And to serve Christ,
 As a daily mission?

I want to know how God 
has changed you!
I don't really know whom else to turn to.

Are you one that I can
 really depend?
I assume that Jesus is 
your best friend?

Please listen to what 
I have to say...
And spend some of your time
 with me today!.

By Jim Pemberton    


Details | I do not know? | |

ONE LAST GOODBYE

too many late nights out with who knows who

coming home and masturbating to a porno instead of making love

slapping and pushing me around after coming home drunk

telling me you were out with friends smelling like purfume

lipstick stains around the whole on your boxer shorts

finding your wedding ring in the ashtray of the car 

late night and early morning phone calls that you reject

calling out sick to work to sneak off with eyvette

finding the bed sheets on the floor with wet spots on them

blond pubic hairs on the toliet seat when yours are black

not taking me out in public in the daylight hours

screaming her name at me when we fought ooops you forgot

stealing money from our account to go and get high

then turn around and tell me its all a friggen lie

not going to my mothers funeral or my grandfathers too

abandoning me when i went to prison leaving me all alone

sleeping with my little sister and blaming it on the alcohol

leaving in one outfit returning two days later in something new

changing your cell phone number and not giving it to me

locking me out the house and calling the police

                      you creep

these are the many things i forgive you for

i love you so much i need this to say goodbye

love and forgiveness comes hand and hand

loving and knowing when to walk away is hell

..............................for the jim fish love and forgiveness contest...............................





Details | Verse | |

lady souza

 
   

lady souza 



NIGHTS i lay on my own just dreaming of the day 
when i can see you 

hold you tight through out the dark nights 

my love for you is so precious in my heart 

i can hear your harp play so beautifully tonight sounds of love 

echoing through out the darkened nights 

mirrors of light 
mirrors of love 
mirrors of passion 
mirrors of dreams 
mirrors that see true thoughts 
mirrors in mirrors in reflections of you my ceizar 


lights of love 
nights of love 

powerful love 
powerful dreams for you my ceizar 

your home so warm your heart in love for me 
my heart in love with you 

a home to feel happy forever and ever summers days forever 

this is for my love of my light my ceizar 


your sunshine heart  


Details | Lyric | |

Of Mother

For Mothers

In the break of dawn you rise to greet
The first streak of sunlight rising from mountain crest
Your silhouette roams the four corners of your domain
With rolled up sleeves ready for the day

Each day your sweat brings comfort and peace
As you work while children are asleep
As they wake up smile painted on their cheeks
For a warm welcome and early morning feast

Warm embrace and encouraging words
Of wisdom and patience, unyielding virtues
Reminders enfolding young minds in troupe
While treading a road  with wisdom they go

For once I stop, take off my hat
Sublime, unconditional, divine creation
Amidst the turbulence besetting this world,
Deserving admiration, and love most of all.


Details | Lyric | |

WHEN YOUR GONE

They say home is where the heart is but for me that isn’t true
Because my heart is out there somewhere,
Riding along with you…… 
When you’re gone.

Well every now and then you’re on the road again
But I know I have the strength within to carry on
Because my love for you is strong and I know that you won’t be gone that long.
Well I can’t wait for you to come home, cause home is where you belong
And I know you left your heart for me to hold when you are gone……..

So when you’re gone……
I won’t disappoint you,
When you’re gone……..
I won’t let you down,
And when you’re gone…….. 
I promise to you baby,
I’ll never fool around……..
When you’re gone…….

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder
For me I know that isn’t true, cause I don’t think I could love you more,
More than I already do…..
When you’re gone……

Well every now and then you’re on the road again
But I know I have the strength within to carry on
Because my love for you is strong and I know that you won’t be gone that long.
Well I can’t wait for you to come home, cause home is where you belong
And I know you left your heart for me to hold when you are gone……..

So when you’re gone……
I won’t disappoint you,
When you’re gone……..
I won’t let you down,
And when you’re gone…….. 
I promise to you baby,
I’ll never fool around……..
When you’re gone…….

They say our hearts come together, a little at a time
And one of these days you’re going to be, right hereby my side,
And I’ll wait for you every morning, morning, noon and night…….
When you’re gone……..

Well every now and then you’re on the road again
But I know I have the strength within to carry on
Because my love for you is strong and I know that you won’t be gone that long.
Well I can’t wait for you to come home, cause home is where you belong
And I know you left your heart for me to hold when you are gone……..

So when you’re gone……
I won’t disappoint you,
When you’re gone……..
I won’t let you down,
And when you’re gone…….. 
I promise to you baby,
I’ll never fool around……..
When you’re gone…….

They say home is where your heart is but for me that isn’t true
Because my heart is out there somewhere, riding along with you…….
When you’re gone…………


Details | Quatrain | |

Decisions

Lord, I do not know what to do;
Please, lead me by Your side.
Decisions I'm facing are lost and through;
Please, lead me to do what's right.


Details | Rhyme | |

And The Door Opened

The phone rang early in the morning waking me from a sound sleep, The hospital called to say that Gramma had gone into a coma deep, I’ll get dressed and come to the hospital right away to sit by her side The nurse said don’t bother, she won’t know you, and alone she died. ...and the door opened, from deep within, something stirred inside. Excruciating pain happened, it seemed to come out of nowhere, What is this, I am only fifteen, it gave me the biggest scare, You have stones the surgeon said, it is a gallbladder attack, Had major surgery at a young age and I never looked back. ...and the door opened, from deep within, my life began to get on track. After two heart attacks that left you with only 20 percent cardiac function, In a wheelchair from rheumatoid arthritis, your life was now at a junction, Caring for you at home was no longer an option, we could not manage, Dying in the nursing home, a private room was their offered advantage. ...and the door opened, from deep within, I had to right this disadvantage. Your mind slipping, caring for yourself was something you no longer knew, With complete guilt, the admission to a nursing home was all I could do, Eyes vacant starring off in space, you didn’t know me or any other guest, Maybe it was self-preservation that protected you from this place, it was best. ...and the door opened, from deep within, I tried to continue on my quest. After this, I took early retirement but feeling I still have more to give, Quietly I listen to your last story as you work hard to continue to live. Sitting with you while your wife goes out, I tenderly hold your hand, For no one should every feel alone or abandoned, in this our caring land. ....and the door opened, from deep within, being a nurse is all I understand. Written September 30, 2011
For Paula Swanson's contest Opened doors Won 5th place


Details | I do not know? | |

For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...


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"Promise"

Please don't
They are angry
At us for deceiving
Wounded
We're left in this cold alley
Thrown like dog's
Im waiting for the right time
But my pulse is not going so fast as when they were here
Because of a religion im a target
Because i want to be myself
They want me
And my beloved 
Please tell me your ok
Tell me is over now
All she asked me
My self with frozen tears falling down
Answered
A little bit longer and we are gonna be in heaven
She said i am lying
I said
Sometimes truth is hidden between lies
She want's me to hold her tight
But we must play dead until every one else die
I asked her back
Do you remember?

When We met each other
Playing dead with the dogs
She said back
I do
And look at us now
Playing dead again with death by the side
I told her there how much i loved her
She stood quiet
After long seconds she said with her trembling voice
Me too
Snow is cold
Heart is not strong
I told her to focus
It was gonna be over soon
Then she said repeated i love you
Then i stood quiet
I was gonna say love you too
When a soldier jumped at us and started shooting at the dead bodies
I looked at her pretty eyes
Her frozen lips i say the move and i spelled "I Love You"
Right there bullets got her
Her blood was every were
The soldier wasted all his bullets
Then he left
My cried there
But the cold didn't my tears fall
Frozen

Two nights later
The invasion was over
I was able to stop playing dead
I ran to her body
And hug it tight
Saying sorry and repeating i love you hundreds of times
For that time the sun shined bright on that solo tunnel
I looked at the sun with fear
And asked why did she left...
She promise me before they came here she wasn't gonna die
Not with my son inside
Then tears broke from my eyes like a river
Two lives in one
How can that embrace my life
Then i stood up and walked away
Leaving behind
The note i never lend to her...

Note: 

My love, much time have passed since last time, i am most certain i haven't called either
send a picture of me, but everything is fine, hope you are too, by the way i wanted to
remind you how much and how strong i love you, i promise one thing, I will not die, you
will see me one more time, a time that will cut forever, hope the sun is burning bright
there, i heard snow is bad, i will come back home in 6 days, ti'll then put your love on
the pocket, i'll be back home darling... 

Much Love, your Husband Wes Ortiz


Details | I do not know? | |

Unashamed Self-Promotion

:-)


Greetings, good and kind fellow Soup-ers!

'Tis wonderful, I say,
to be a Soup-er, so if I may,

I humbly request you to lay down your pen dipped in fine ink,
and visit my blog which can be found at the following link:

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Now if this blatant self-promoting of mine seems rude,
I ask for your generous forgiveness, dear fellow Soup-er,

And wish you a day, that is peaceful, kind, and just plain super!

So cheers from the scribbler for now,
and as I take leave, my fellow Soup-ers,
I, in courtesy, to you all, do bow!


:-)





Details | Free verse | |

Dead On My Own, Alive In Him

Faith is not failing me,
I am failing Him.
Why do I refuse to accept His grace?
Why would I rather live my life on my own
When He is extending a helping a hand?
I am depressed,
Dead on my own,
But I am alive in Him!
I give my life to Him for real;
I give Him my all,
And now I'm alive
Because He gives me life!


Details | Rhyme | |

Flawless Wish

Written by D. W. Breidenthal 


You take my breath away

I wanna stay in this entrancing paradise
I want all of the negativity to fade away 
The darkness isn’t my property…I despise
Living a life that’s filled with misperception and disaster 

I would love to live in the ocean’s ecstasy 
That would be spectacular if we can abide in the sparkly sea

This eccentric dilemma makes your angelic features too unclear 
It chills me to the bone…
My heart pounds with hope and fear… when will peace draw near
This flawless wish remains unknown

The night’s approaching…seek shelter and light
Painstaking regrets – I can’t back away from gravity’s pull 
Hand me the rope and don’t bestow your burdens upon my soul 
Sift away the misfortune and allow me to put up with the fight
Help me fulfill my flawless wish
And I’ll strip away your anguish

You’re a burning candle
I raise my head up from the mud
I step forward with courage that I couldn’t handle 
On my own, but you stripped away the agony 
Watch us grow and sprout as one flower bud!

You took my heart to a wonderful place
I wanna desert this decaying body of mine and seek you in splendid light
You forgave me for my wrongs…you thrilled me with praise 
I wanna embrace the dawn’s incredible, appealing light...
Sweeping away the deploring night  

It soothes my sensitive heart…dismissing my vexing misery  

I have the urge to repaint the breathtaking memories I’ve spent with you
Will it scratch away the sorrow?
I have to search for shelter and burn away our calamity – slaying us with rue
 
Will my flawless wish store hope for tomorrow? 


Details | Lyric | |

COME HOME TO ME

I lie awake in my bed
Staring at the spring stars above my head
I can't take me to sleep
I've been feeling so nostalgic
I've been missing all your magic
and what they do to me

I let the autumn rain drench my body
It's no use admiring the raindrops on my feet
I've been missing your smile that is oh-so sweet

How many seasons must I have to wait
When will you come back to me, oh, I feel so sick
I feel like a small child waiting, dreaming, wishing
When will I see you again

Winter wind has me curling under your favorite quilt
You got me melting even with your scent
I've been listening to our kind of love song
This is the one we both used to sing along

Summer lights up the sky
It doesn't soothe me and i wonder why
I don't need a therapy
Just bring it back, the you and me

How many seasons must I have to wait
When will you come back to me, oh, I feel so sick
I feel like a small child waiting, dreaming, wishing
When will I see you again

How many seasons must I have to wait
Must I believe that what we have is fate
How many more monsoons have yet to pass
How many miles more before this would last

Come home to me, Come home to me
Don't think about it and just come home
Come home to me


Details | Rhyme | |

heart, mind, and soul

father time in my chest
keeper of its own pace
just skin and bone depth
influences time and space
what are we but drifters
 in an unknown

see truth in a literal
belief before my face
stars with no funeral
light will win the race
here i am, not for long
death starts at home

where is this leading?
which story could it be?
despite all my reading
writings the cup of tea
i dont need to know it all
as long as im not alone



Details | Free verse | |

It's Simple

It's simple.
We make it much more complicated than it is;
Just live.


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Wise up

Embrace your spouse;
Don't give louse room
To browse your home.


Details | Rhyme | |

The diary:

He found her diary while she was out one day
Reading the entries made him vexed 
He saw a lover she secretly concealed
And with revenge he decided, she will pay
He read on and this is what the diary had to say


Dear Diary today he bought me flowers
He took me out to dinner
Back at the house we had champagne
Then he made love to me for hours

Dear diary my husband and I had a fight
He said hurtful things and said, “Watch it my dear”
He lunged at me in a threatening manner
My body shook in uncontrollable fear

Dear diary he looked at me in that way 
That makes me feel… wanted
He took me out and 
Like a rare diamond, I was flaunted

Dear diary my husband, oh my husband
The evil man, he said the most horrible thing
Saying the food I cooked was awful
As if I am serving a king

Dear diary his soft gentle hand was…
Caressing my inner thighs
He makes me weak, I love him so
His body hypnotises my eyes

He ripped the book in a rage
And threw it in the bin
As he paced up and down
Not noticing on the floor one diary page

He went upstairs and wired the shower
To give her an electric shock
She’ll be home soon he thought 
And it will be over in an hour

She came home and switched on the shower
Singing while she got undressed
Her voice enflamed his jealous thoughts
As he gritted his teeth in detest.

Then he heard a short loud scream
That brought chills to his bones
And found her dead in the shower
Of their quiet secluded home.

He went satisfied in to the kitchen 
And prepared a cup of tea
When he noticed stuck under his shoe
A page from his wife’s diary

Dear diary some times my husband is like another man
When he treats me like a woman that’s what I love and adore
But sometimes my husband upsets me
And I don’t know whether I love him or hate him more.


Details | Free verse | |

A day in the life of you and me

Our screen door creaks noisily
And is for us the sound of solace.
Pale green walls and wood floor polish
Absorb every footfall with relish.
Cold tiles demand their sneezes
As I reach for towels and slippers.
A sleepless night has deserted with my best
And helpless yawning betrays 
Those stolen morning hours.
Today’s a quiet cocktail,
Soothing breeze and hazy sunlight.
No music from our stereo.
Only a whistling kettle,
As you lay bed-warm and gentle
Sheets thrown haphazard,
Dreaming privately,
I observe with tender jealousy.
A coffee mug to warm hands.
I will await Arabica breath
Before I break this peacefulness.
And lost in thoughts
I’ve missed your waking.
Now only hands, lips, moving hips.
Easily persuasive, no chores,
No sign-in-attendance list,
Just rest and love and bliss.
A pleasant afternoon we recall;
A stroll on a rainy day.
Circling arms, protective, greedy
And a broken umbrella, shared 
Hush-hush talking
In sweetly mingling misty breath.
Warm dry towels and home awaiting.
Dark roast aroma cuts through chill drafts,
Shivering into each other.
Silence and closeness
And smells of damp you and me.


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All I Need Is You

I don't need any money,
I don't need fancy shoes.
I don't need to buy happiness, 
'Cause all I need is You.

I don't need expensive clothes,
I don't need things to choose.
I don't need five-star meals,
'Cause all I need is You.

I'm smiling here so wide;
I feel like I'm brand new.
Today is the start of something big
'Cause all I need is You.

My soul is eternally fulfilled;
My heart is being led through.
I don't need anything else,
'Cause all I need is You.


Details | I do not know? | |

When love forgets

When love forgets, you wait at the door/
wearing the lingerie he bought you before/
when love forgets, you wait for the nice words/
but the words never come and you never get heard/


when love forgets, he changes your views/
and looks at the women in their high heeled shoes/
he dosent respond in the way that he should/
together for years, but this doesn't feel good/


His eyes wander fast to every next cleavage/
your small breasts no contest, you feel you're not needed/
you're just a bit part now, he takes you for granted/
should you move on, the seed has been planted/

you want to be loved and cherished and adored/
not to stay at home washing plates, being bored/
you want to go back when he very first knew you/
in a passionate way his eyes used to view you/


relegated now to a place you don't recognise/
when you laugh the smile does not reach your eyes/
the only affection you gets from the cat/
your still a young woman, how sad is that?

but what you don't notice when you leave the house/
are so many suitors waiting to pounce/
they notice your hair and your eyes and your spirit/
your old man at home does not think to fear it/


He's got you where he wants you, a dutiful housewife/
he thinks your happy with your stepford wives life/
But be warned Mr. conceited, while you lie to yourself/
She will be the muse of a handsome someone else/


He will love her and cherish her and fulfill her every need/
show her the good things and devour her with greed/
while they lie naked entangled debating her dull life/
you should have been loving your stay at home housewife/










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AN ABUNDANT HOLIDAY

Everything on Thanksgiving differs in its decor:
walls painted bright orange as a clown's hair
to match the tablecloth as thin as linen...
while the festive atmosphere resonates again!


" Before you start enjoying your food, bow your heads 
and pray; don't take for granted what you are about to eat...
think of those people who stand outside shivering in rags,
sniffing the savoring vapors of that turkey...oh, what a treat!"


A rich home is a poor man's wish as he begins to smell and drool,
thinking of all the delicacies laid on those tables
decorated with expensive roses and candles;
is he one the wealthy ones who risked all to remain a pitiful fool?


Will I see his passing shadow drifting over the brightly-lit lawn?
Will he peak in and have enough courage to knock?
I will open the door and take off his long frock...
give him a big plate of food, make him smile and erase his frown!



Entered in Debbie Gucci's contest,
" Happy Holidays "
Pick: Thanksgiving


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Difficult Trials -Part 2-

Turn the wheel
*******he sea...
Push aside the misery...
The abominable agony...
Endure this hardship...with me
Fight off the tears and let us roam to sea
Don't make it hard for me
To determine the waters

We are the same kind
If you can be so KIND, let me show you your destiny -
To dwell with me in tranquility  

We will try to share our responsibilities...
Take turns and share our possibilities...

How have you been?
Sorry we have shut our ears
To your deafening cries
I'm turning the wheel for you
You're losing energy...be still - why are you so blue?

I'll shut out the feeling of anguish

You'll get what you wish

We will start anew
We will start on a fresh start
We will fulfill our dreams and make them come true
We'll brew away the sadness
I'm determined to eliminate
The distress... swallowing us like a tidal wave...
Behave, you wild childlike waters!! Behave!

Don't worry - we'll get rid of
The limited happiness
And make our heart pump with merriness
Don't be a magnet of depression stress

You'll experience a wonderful opportunity 
So you may feel  at one with
Our world full of possibilities
And eliminate those cruel, wretched words
That tore apart our responsibilities...
Our activities... our reveries... our possibilities...
That brought us back together

We'll be hiking
These somewhat difficult hardships together 


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It's Like

It's like a strand of your hair,
to the way that you walk,
to the sound of your voice,
and the way that you talk.
 
It's like coming home from work,
to seeing you soon,
to hear how your day was,
to seeing you home noon.
 
It's like the thought of you close,
to the way you are near,
to the way you hold me,
to the way you are here.
 
It's like being in love,
feeling without knowing,
dreaming to believing,
knowing without showing.
 
I know what it's like to want,
to care,
to love,
and to share.
 
I know what it's like to hurt,
to cry,
to feel heart break,
and to try.
 
It's like wondering,
to make it all better,
to discuss,
and to have it all matter.


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HOME

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!


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Sunshine

As golden beams of warmth and brightness vibrate from the sun,
Your smiles lights my way.
Your laughter is as sweet as delightful candy covered apples at a carnival.
The love you bring to my heart is as pure as the first December’s snow.
Pride unleashes from my heart as I watch you play.
The joyful giggles of my sunshine fill my home with warmth, as the sunshine warms the earth.
My heart strings pull when my sunshine whispers the words, “I love you.”
I cherish the memories of when my sunshine was but a bud in bloom.
Those memories are as rare as the sight hummingbird still upon a bloom.
The warmth of the sunshine seeps within my soul with every embrace.
For your smile I would face the chill of the rain and for your love I would cross around the world.
My home will always be filled with the warmth and happiness from my sunshine even when it leaves me to brighten another home.


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3000 miles from 3am

You're 3000 mile away
its 6 am
I'm in my own bed
dead asleep
my phone rings
its 3am
but your voice could wake me from a coma
you're 3000 miles away
and its only 3am


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NURSING HOME SYNDROME

Used upshot ~ no just quiet ring
as Grandma sits upon her swing
content, but how, you want to sing
can quiet rest so willingly!

Her eyes seem set ~ yet seeing more
it must be from some elsewhere store
no name for it ~ I've never seen
this humming silence ~ all upbring!

A few things in her blighted way
just keep it simple ~ she might stray
to find herself another day
just Grama's room ~ no others play!

"Semper Fidelis" is our goal,
while Grama's just another soul
I must keep courage, country's role
the young, my strength, my certained skoal!

My house, my car, my holding's grow
my kids, my yard, my food enow ~
my fun in living for the show,
my lust's inebriating's toll!
                          
Bring Grama home ~ she's all you've left
the years between, her roads still cleft
when she did hone your seed in debt ~
Bring Grama home . . . her grace is kept!
































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Love Endures

Love floats by,


reaching,
tantalising,
meandering,


tip-toeing past pain,


leaping through walls,
weakening the barricades,


of the most private heart.



Love settles in,


trusting,
searching,
dissolving,


quietly beyond anguish,


erasing the desolation,
soothing a battered spirit,
enveloping the shivering soul.



Love stays, it is true,


love endures, as do you






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LIFE

Two hearts beat, now beating faster; beating until they're one 
Two souls breathe, now breathing deeper; breathing until they're done 
Two lovers see forever, and forever is where they run 
One child comes home tomorrow for life has just begun 

Even when the rainbow's glowing, the skies can seem so gray 
Even when the wind's not blowing, the tides can turn your way 
And when the water's raging, beneath skies that seem so blue 
It's just your body aging, and it has nothing to do with you 

So now when our God comes calling, I'll hold your hand and stroke your hair 
Yes, as snowflakes start falling, I will look for you everywhere 
And Mother, as you start flying, remember as you rise above 
Marlene, you are not dying, but finding everlasting love 

One child goes home tomorrow to embrace the Father and the Son 
One child who knows no sorrow, for life has just begun


Details | I do not know? | |

You and I



You and I.


You.

Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,

soothing,

alluring,

soaked in truth.



Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,

gentle,

tender,

enveloping my being.



Your love was complete,
from the depths of your soul,

unsaid,

yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.



Your dreams were poetic,
fluttering in the afternoon breeze,
infused with the distilled essence of rhyme.


I.

I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.


Now I stand,

alone,

empty,

desolate,

wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.




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Burned

It’s six pm
Dinner’s in the oven
Table set for two
One of us, here waiting
But that is nothing new
We agreed to have this evening
You got held up there again
Don’t like the way this’ going
Is this coming to an end

Smoke is rising to the ceiling
It’s now seeping out the doors
Both dinner and I are burning
We can’t take this anymore
The fire in the oven
Is the same that’s in my heart
Too bad you won’t be home tonight
To see we’ve come apart

Damn my waiting and your lies
I really don’t know what to say
Hopefully when you see the house
You’ll know that I too burned away
Because… I always get burned this way

It’s six fifteen
The dinner’s still burning
Smoke fills the air
I’m ready to run
Cause it seems you don’t care
Supposed to be here at five
It’s now six fifteen
Not a word or a call
Not a text or anything

Damn my waiting and your lies
I really don’t know what to say
Hopefully when you see the house
You’ll know that I too burned away
Because… I always get burned this way

Smoke is rising to the ceiling
It’s now seeping out the doors
Both dinner and I are burning
We can’t take this anymore
The fire in the oven
Is the same that’s in my heart
Too bad you won’t be home tonight
To see we’ve come apart


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The Lord's Peace

Peace
The chaos is shedding
Piece
Of happiness is floating
Cease
The madness..chaos is concealing
Peace
Comes from the Lord - 
To Him who mends us all...
To Him who forgives all of our sins
And downfalls
And answers everyone's calls


Details | Couplet | |

Blood Mountains

Blood mountains divided, staring back quartz veins.
Decending and rising, as footings lay claims.
Hopping and leaping through scents of black earth.
Surrounded by moss and love what it's worth.

Climbing the hill will pull at your muscles.
while healing your heart; tomorrow come tussles.
Seeing's forever and waiting not still.
Love of destruction; you rise till you feel.

Sniffing the wind that smells of the trees
while Winding you up on two buckled knees.
Then resting your fluids on top of your tongue,
Sees love far from home or a rule of thumb.

Now View the horizon on top of the mountain
Where words are in silence and chest like a fountain.
Relax and start humming and start your way down.
Returning you home and turn in your crown.


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Caught in the crossfire


Turmoil looms over private skies
Thick with fog firmly affixed to a bedroom ceiling
Though squinting escapes clarity's eyes 
Of love and hate in the brotherly cloud of feelings

Of flesh and blood consumed with rage
Over jealous tirades turned warriors gun
As woeful stains turn the scrapbook page
On a mothers memories of her sons

Must steps so steep decline to this
For boys to prove they're men
To stand a savior when comes a crisis
Yet left but a splinter his heart he'll rend

One brute one tongue thrice will leave
A mothers love the referee
Her tug-rope heart torn from anxiety
Caught in the crossfire of sibling rivalry

A crystal tear center stage
On the battleground that began with play
So it falls till you reach that age
When you learn the wisdom of walking away


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Difficult Trials -Part 1-

Turn the wheel
Out of curiosity
I'll be generous...you'll receive
Something special...something to make you whole
Though the trials you must run through
Are a great struggle that can easily
Pull you down
And I want to erase your frown

You will feel way better about yourself
Just trust me...take my hand...
I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time
Just for your own liking
We'll be hiking
Those somewhat difficult hardships 
Together for eternity 
We'll spend time in the future 
Together in unity

*******he sea...Let's flee and be free!
LOOK how nice you look!

Trample those insufferable nuisances
That dare put you down
To the sea floor
I'll push them to the core!

Feel free to walk the 
Road of Recovery 






 


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Welcome Back Home

I will be with you tonight,
Fondly sharing the love of your beholding sight,
Embraced meanwhile by the warmth of your absence,
Blazing passion causes me to be happy,
Distance displays disputes readily promoting a fight.
Thus conflict arouses beeping conscience,
Challenges cautiously undergone spark up our zeal,
Scattered arrangement declares the shyness of my heart,
Always adjudged is I as evidently scrappy,
True to it is our love as the mild touch of a moonlight folk tale,
My Angel; certainly our love is measurable on no earthly scale,
Fortunately I gained the love others resolved to steal,
You remain the key to unlock my passion in the illuminating darkness of a night,
Softly my heart craves for your deserved presence.


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Safe

It's like a weight lifted off of my heart;
I am no longer torn apart.
Thank God you are safe;
Everything is okay.


Details | Free verse | |

Christmas Cometh

Christmas Cometh
by Ingrid Showalter Swift 

Through a wind that never stops blowing
the house holds fast to the light
flickering candles in each window
hope calling out over a canvas of landscape base painted 
in solid white

Auburn gold shadows creep along the horizon
where morning and night crest like waves upon each other
frothing sudden color in thier blending fight

Ruby red undertones flame up across the frost filled clouds 
then die away slowly to golds and then ice gray 
and then moonless white 

in the lights of a passing car... flakes ignite..dazzle and die away again

an owl ...its bright black eyes
against round white face 
calls out 

"ahhhhooooooooooo"
swoops down across the vast field
its feathers struck out white  
like white flames held aloft..........or flashing silver polished metal 
against black forest and gray sky...
against 
the now darkening of night

and I am reminded of a book from my childhood
that read...
"Who.... who... who ....are you?"

The candles flicker on dainty dancers of hope
leaping and falling and leaping again...
so like myself...I have to wonder...
do they never learn? do they never give up?

Turning from the window I smile at all the richness of the bright within
the colors of red and green...
the sparkle of packages and bows not yet even wrapped 
but that will lie beneath my tree in time
the crackle of a wood fire...the smells of pine bows and of things I have collected 
to celebrate these days

and I am merry ...in my soul 
ever hopeful ever believing...ever true
ever listening ......

for your key hit 

hoping it will still come someday...
if I am lucky...perhaps before Christmas has grown cold 
in the hearth and heart once more

the owl calls out again

"Who who ......who are you?"

and I know who I am 
I am a woman who loves a man
and for him I keep on the light
and ration like gold 
the oil


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The soldier, the war, and I

The soldier, the war, and I


Today I am home and thinking to my self..
What would I be doing if I had a soldier coming home to me and my family?
What would I be doing if I was the soldier looking to going home to my family?
And then, I look back at all the years passed since this last war..

Many children have grown to become men, Others have grown to become soldiers
Where would I be if I had gone to the war and fought for my country?
Where would I be if I had gone and came back safely?
Where would I be if I had not gone at all because I was not qualified to go?
Would I be with my family or in a hospital injured?
Would I be standing proud, and laughing with my friends and family?
Or would I be dead, as I never got to come back?

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
Thinking of all of those brave soldiers, children still
Who are out there, suffering.. And some ill

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
How many woman are crying because of their gone loved ones
How many men are crying for their loved and missed ones
How many children are fatherless or motherless, or both!

And at the end I stop. I think no more..
I am grateful for the things I have, 
I am grateful for the people who surround me...
And I am sure grateful to never have gone to a war; yet, 
I sure appreciate the thoughts, courage, life, and suffering
Of all of those who have been touched by it.


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Am I Still Forgiven

I did it again; I need forgiven.
Will He still forgive me even though I've fallen before?
I've fallen into these same sins countless times before;
I still haven't learned my lesson.
I am an ignorant hypocrite.
Am I still forgiven?


Details | I do not know? | |

A Simple Wish

a simple wish...

no fancy words
no more clever rhymes
no more slickly crafted verse

just a simple wish
to cherish the moments
in-between the hue and cry of this life

no more the dull-edged jab
no more the anger and the strife

a simple wish
beyond the wasted hours and the days and the blurry fears

a simple wish
of a simpler life

after all the bitterness of the passing years

and so

to retire from the hustle
to flee from the hollow wasted breaths that have been breathed

to bid the emptiness farewell

while

ushering in the new tomorrow

bathed in the soft glow of hope

and kissing adieu to all the hurt and all the doleful sorrow...


Details | Free verse | |

Ode to Denmark

Sea waves Sea winds Sea fragrances All forwarded in the valleys and the hills in the bending of the corn and the trees in the flavors of the country between two seas in the sprawling farmlands and magical meadows When I breathe its salty air I hear its intense silence I am surrounded by its sensuous atmosphere I am blessed with a rainbow embracing the grounds enveloping me Then being-home-sensations mark another gracious spacious timeless gem © Ellie Daphne


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Beautiful Children

Singing around in love;
Smiles built from the ground.
Holding hands in the dance;
Laughing with brothers and sisters,
All in His Glorious Name.
Throughout His perfectly sculpted land:
Look around because this is it;
Look around because this is love;
Look around and know, understand, comprehend,
Rejoice because you are perfect;
You are God's beautiful children!


Details | Rhyme | |

Forever Changed

No longer here to sulk;
That only yields more pain.
Here I am to live these words:
I am forever changed.


Details | I do not know? | |

I want to come home

When can I come home my baby ask me
When mom can I be free
Your mistakes have got you here
Just hold on for a few weeks dear
I know it hard to be away
But you will come home someday
When mommy I want to come back with you
I know son I want you to come with me too
But it is not up to me it is up to you
You have to stay here till your treatment is threw
I will be with you all the way I will write and visit as often as i can
You have to be strong be mommy's little man
God will watch out for you when I can not
But even if I am not there your not forgot
So just hold on son it will be alright
You will be home soon so I can hug you thight


 For my son who is away at a boot camp for boys right now because of his actions at school 
he is bipolar and has add sometimes it is hard to watch what our children have to go threw 
and know there is nothing you can do to help except for pray. and hope that time and love 
will help. thanks to all my friends on the soup for giving me a place to vent my feelings some 
it means alot to write and know it is heard. Thanks to all Nita


Details | I do not know? | |

I Stand, Alone



I stand, alone.

Scratching for my truths,
peeling away the veneer,

I stand, alone, before this
impregnable cliff so sheer.

Cocooned in my solitary shell,
wrenching a smile from a tear,

I stand, alone, a little odd,
and definitely quite queer.

I stand, alone.


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fourth of july

Fourth of July..

Dead bodies, a cry
People must come back home soon…
Enough with the war!


To all of those brave men who will never be home to celebrate our Independence 
day this weekend, and the years to come!

Thoubert!


Details | Free verse | |

I Messed Up

Lord, please forgive me.
I need You.
I messed up.
Please, save me.
Thank You.
I trust You.
I love You.
I am a hypocrite.
Please, change me.
Thank You.
Amen.


Details | Rhyme | |

Little Girl

Little girl, little girl, you're Daddy's little girl.
I love you my baby, you are my whole world.
When you were born God gave me the right,
to love and protect you, to go forth and fight.
So I could give you happiness, a home and my love,
with all of life's blessings from God up above.
And when you grow older and look back on the years,
all of the memories, will fill you with tears.
Little Girl,
someday daddy will have to say goodbye,
and go to a new home up in the sky.
But when that day comes and you are left all alone,
you too will be blessed with a child of your own.
And at last you will see that you have, all that I had.
And all of your joys and sorrows,                                                                                    will make you think of me.
Your dear old "Dad"


Details | I do not know? | |

daddys home

“daddys home” he used to shout screams would rise in the house throughout.
But the joyful screams would turn into a fight A house a home whats the difference right?
You dont know what you have until you lose it and your life falls apart bit by bit.
My house once filled with laughter my love my life my happy ever after. 
My home is now just a house 4 walls a floor it all changed when you walked out the door.
Its not that bad the life i had.
But i think this ones good too at least i still get to see you. 
But nowhere near as much once a week weekends and such.
I know that were no longer a family but i still love you and you still love me.


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Growing Older And Hopefully Wiser

If this is how it's supposed to be,
Then, baby, I can't wait!
If this is just a taste,
Maturing will be great!


Details | Free verse | |

Home

Isabel, the southern sea
Was kind to me, was motherly
Like home and cotton sheets

She had a still way about her
 With tiny tumbling waves 
Like Kiari’s dream, a reverie
She settled into me

Like a full stomach 
And well- deep dark eyes
She sent me to my knees
She makes me shy
She makes me weak
Her sun has got a hold on me 
cast out over the sea
And now that sun has captured  me
My illaudable life
Shaking like a leaf
At the thought
That this could be

For me

Adjuntas, trees, Boriquen coquis
dons my dirty life in robes
Restores my golden crown
And there, the air,
Could mend the tear 
My inner shredding
My broken ground

What have I found?
Puerto Rico, Isabel
What have you for me now?

Oh Beauty, move me
Lift me like a stain
Give me a piece of your name
To carry you and love you as I can
Find me running, 
Buscame…
Find your name in my heart
Isabel’s son, my sun
Sigue, Sigue, corro por ti!
There’s nowhere I’d rather be
Than at your feet.
Following
The southern sea, the beach

Make a home for me….


Details | I do not know? | |

My Madness, Me

My Madness, Me...


Confined by this straight-jacket,
strapped in, numb and dumbed,
a washed-out, has-been, also-ran,

body, eyes, the equilibrium of mind,
rattling like stones in an old tin-can.


Still, I am, 

I am,

and I am unchained,

my dreams taking flight, soaring,
above these claustrophobic walls,
of synapses, and dungeons of stone,

swooping through green valleys,
taking a detour to savour the joys,

soaked in torrential, evergreen memories,
of a younger man, with passion in his bone.

I am.

My wings unclipped, unshackled, free,

I am, and though I am unable to see,

I am.

At long last,

me...



Details | Rhyme | |

Whisper

Whisper.

Let us whisper you and I 
In a dark little corner and no candle light.

W'll wait until  dawn and watch the sunrise. 
Then catch a gentle breeze or watch a fading star.

We pick some flowers and catch a butterfly

We cross a small stream, sparkling water 
catches the corner of your eyes.

We make a sailing boat from paper then
write a little song.

Soon will be breakfast, then at dinner w'll say a prayer,
And at night time w'll light a fire, and then we retire.


Details | Rhyme | |

Midnight Lamp

Oh my sad heart, where will you sleep?
No roof or shade your head to keep
From sun or rain, from wind or frost,
You roam the streets with your face lost,
And you search! In your eyes I see,
You search for her whose face is free
From veils that shy the sun and moon,
From words that sneer at night’s calm tune,
For her whose eyes are sky and sea
A pool of deep profundity,
For her whose hair a river flows
On shoulders white as winter snows,
For her whose hand, a wave and breeze,
Stroking the leaves with tender ease,
For her whose belly grows a tree
Lush with flowers for bird and bee,
You search and your cry rises clear
Falls amid ghosts whose souls don’t hear,
Yet by your door a lamp you keep
For a roamer whose soul might creep.


Details | Free verse | |

The World Needs You, Lord

The world needs You, Lord;
We all need You too.
Alone, we battle and fall apart,
But we live joyful freedom with You:
Created anew in Your perfect image;
Saved,
Loved,
Changed,
In Your Holy Name!
We pray,
Amen!


Details | I do not know? | |

The Island Of Lost Love

Broken down in a sea of tears,
On the beach of self pity I saw you,
Stranded on the island, 
Marooned by your love.

You reached out to me for help,
You thought I was your lifeboat,
The one to heal the pain,
If only that was true, 
If only...

I laid down beside you,
Absorbing the hurt and pain.
I made it my own,
I tried to help you,
And suffocated under its weight.

Free from your burden you left me.

Now I'm looking for a lifeline,
Some kind of hope,
Some sign of affection.
Someone to share my pain.

He saw me on my island.

He lay down beside me,
He absorbed my hurt and pain,
Made it his own.
He tried to help me,
He set if free.

We will all visit my beach,
We will all call it home for awhile,
We will all go home eventually.


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Buffet

Arabic labelling on bottles of water,
Room overlooking bricks and mortar,
Men want tips for being your porter,
Getting to food is a pitiless slaughter.

Piles of olives and eggs sit just right,
In bowls coloured an abyss of white,
Odd cuisine makes a peculiar sight,
This is the date I’ll be having tonight.

Cold meat and ham sit on your plate,
Plenty queues; too much time to wait,
Stomach rumbles, hunger won’t abate,
Hurry it’ll all be gone if you arrive late!


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The Duality of Life

Bobby comes home from work to screaming kids and a nagging wife;
Feeling as if he hasn’t had a moment of peace in his entire life.

Jackson comes home from work to a dark and empty house;
Longing to fill the void of it all with offspring and a spouse.

Betty changes a dirty diaper and wipes a running nose;
The last time she pampered herself, only heaven knows.

Janet fixes another meal made especially just for one;
Wondering if her eligible days have all come and gone.

Each of them looks deep inside not liking what they see;
Convinced that everyone else in the world has a better reality.

Bobby watches his kids score a goal and his wife fixes him supper;
The pride he feels and love he shares works like a natural upper.

Jackson relaxes with a good book and listens to his favorite musician;
Comfortable with the freedom to do what he wants without any imposition.

Betty gets a big hug and a kiss from kids who say they love her;
The times she feels happiest is when she is helping out another.

Janet shares time with wonderful friends without any sexual tension;
And feels sorry for those unhappily married whose choices they often question.

Each of them looks deep inside and are happy with their destination;
Some days are good and some days are bad no matter our life situation.


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Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


1.


The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,

a cool breeze teasing your bare back,


streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,

as my hands stroked your hair,

kissing your soft mouth,

holding you,

ever so tight.



2.


You whispered that you loved me,

and I kept silent,


the rain fell, 
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,

the breeze teased your naked back,

you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,

the rain washed over our tender nights,


lightning and candlelight,

etching poems on your burnished skin,


yet,

a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.



3.


We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,


now, after numberless thunderstorms,

the rain that falls,


echo the countless tears that I have shed.



4.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,


yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 
ever,

like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,

and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,

for it was I who was not worthy,


then,


and it is I who is not worthy,


now...



5.


You were always true,


it was I who always,

always,

refused to,


to give myself,


completely to you.






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The Sieve of Time



The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.


Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.


Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.



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Alive

I spent the last five years living in her shadow so young, beautiful, and intelligent and everyday he let me know what I was not I did not do the things he liked, and we had nothing in common she was the best he ever had, and I was just like death to him I had his children I raised them by myself, still not good enough His house was spotless, his children neatly dressed I became a chef and interior decorator even went to school, just to be his best it wasn't enough I would never be good enough Then she died her hair red to hurt me 20 something and now calling herself Red and every single site I went she was there To let me know how things were going to fair my back broken and my neck along with his constant threats I did this and I did that yet I never left the house Soon he built a fence and pad locked it I was not leaving now there she was killing my pets escaping arrest and yet he loved her a college degree she was brilliant in math, not me I went through his hell and my own personal jail I had it from all sides and I felt like I was going mad, broken I cried I did and everyday I tried to move on from it all All the stuff sent to me signed, love his Red I got to where it felt like this horrible dream so I left and moved back home in the night with my kids I left him I left her I left them and the red left herself I came home at 1 am with my daughter the lights came on and with the furniture gone I was shocked Had I been treated like this had I endured it all for her someone teasing me with my own traits of personality not very original but he promised to get help and he did Soon he saw what the truth was and he let her go but today I thought of her as I held his frail hand how bad I was in bed and ignorant he said he felt Soon I did see myself as the angel who fell from heaven to hell no one cared no one would care enough just to say how are you not him not her not a single human being but my children I heard his hate screaming at me and others yelling loudly trying to hold onto my sanity going to the chapel every single Sunday yet all I got was the most horrible things done and said I finally felt as if... You love her go to her and be happy I will buy the hair color and give her style pointers a better push up bra for her youthful looks but God please help me Just once not care enough to say GO TO HELL I was the one in hell alive
Just venting or ranting with no edit sorry. lol


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One Thing

We can wake up,
And this all might be changed.
But one thing remains:
We are saved.


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I Don't Know What To Do With My Life

When that feeling rushes in-
I don't know what to do with my life-
I need to search from within
And look up toward the light.


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Shine Bright Tonight

another night I run to you
only for a kiss
and within a whisk, 
you're off 
into the land you want to be in 
I have come home 
to see you leave 
and then I'm left 
here daydreaming
when you say you'll come back 
but you never do
until my eyes 
have already turned blue 
until I can no longer want to think 
you'll be back in time 
for you to see
the light on my face 
when you make me smile
someone has been gone 
for quite a while 
and you tell me to wait 
and wait I do 
until I can no longer want 
to wait for you
oh, if I could stay out 
I'd dream all day 
of things I want to do
but work keeps me this way
and you can dream all you want 
because I've given that to you
but now I want my turn
yet I'm still turning blue 
I keep hearing you say 
great things are coming now
but all I see 
is my bank empty
and me, working 
struggling to buy shoes 
when you 
shine with all your gold 
you buy for yourself 
as I resist from buying pants 
I might want but don't need 
you shine some more 
and I become lonely. 
Oh shine bright tonight, 
wherever you are 
I've begun to not care 
how you'll be a star
because I need to let myself go too
and all I see are diamonds 
shining bright on you. 
maybe if I could do what you do 
I'd shine like a star 
I'd shine just like you.


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where the heart is strong

When I was young, I had no desire to grow roots.
Home happened where ever I kicked off my boots.
Now that I have traveled many lands,
I wish only to go back home.
To feel it, to see it, to hold it in my hands.
I wish no longer to roam.
Youth tends to be arrogant and blind.
Not knowing what I had, for home was mine.
Now it is the place for which I yearn.
The place from which I came, and wish to return.
The passing of time can have a strange effect on the heart.
After many wasted years, one wants to be back where we start.
Funny how being away for so long can change a soul.
Just as equally strange how coming home can make one whole.
This is where I will always belong,
For this is where my soul is at ease and my heart beats strong.









Sarah Comstock
5/20/00


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My Cocoon

Crystal clear, You are the place that cradles butterflies As they transform into beautiful, Personified But more often than not, you stab my wings Prematurely Forbidding the growth that would Lead to my escape Inevitably, you knew how much I'd love To go-- But no. You like me best when I can see the world Without being its inhabitant, When you can shield me from my hopes of Reaching healthy, touching happy You were never meant to hold anything forever But just when fingertips feel the T h r e a d s O f F r e e d o m You snap, Claw... me.... back Back into your grasp Quite like fish tank glass What their eyes can always see of me, hands Will never hold Tragic, I know What's a girl to do, stuck in a wonderland She can't push through, find Her way back to...wait, Which way home again? I don't think I've ever truly known And the worst Is all the torture inflicted by myself, at Your hearty request, wicked jest You punish me in earnest for trying to Live Stuff me back down in my bubble My hideout, my shelter You have been my home and grave for all These years What I wouldn't give now to strike the Walls, scream- GET ME OUT NOW Yet this is hopeless; I know well My captor never lets me cry At least, not out loud So I whimper and I beg Please, for the love of god, don't let me die Not here, already buried underground If I fall, No one will ever know If words could trickle to the surface, well, Would they even be received, Or thud forever silent? Help Save Fix (me)


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That's Where The Lord Lives

I walk outside to see all that I can see.
Over there is our house, our home,
In the distance, you can see.
And that place of hallowed happiness
Forever has been our home
And forever will be so evermore.
That house is small but raised us tall,
From the perfect parents who loved us so
To the perfect sister for which every man would want.
The house built us all up strong.
More than a mere building,
It is a place to love and be loved,
A place that hands you hope that you give right back, 
And a place of everlasting faith.
This home is where my parents taught me about God
And opened me up to Jesus.
They opened the eyes of the blind for all to see,
And the blind included me.
They taught me to be the best I can be;
The best things in life are free.
They have taught us so well,
And they all have saved my soul.
Even if I am not there now,
I carry Him with me.
I carry them with me.
I carry Their values and Their teachings with me.
In this house, this home,
We reside.
We cannot forget this.
This is where my Mother lives.
This is where my Father lives.
This is where my Sister lives.
This is where We live,
In this loving, caring, beautiful home
They made just for us.
We cannot forget this either.
This is where it all began. 
This is where the hunger and thirst was created;
This is where we are fulfilled.
We cannot, we must not forget this:
This is where God lives.
This is where Jesus lives.
This is where The Lord lives;
The Father and The Almighty.
This is where We live;
This is where We reside.
We must not forget this.
We must not forget this:
What a beautiful and perfect life this is.


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Without You



Without you,

worn down, weary,
staggering into tomorrow,
dissolving my todays, grim, dreary,

I crawl, slipping out of my skin,
flinging laughter, joy, contentment,
into the gaping abyss of life's dustbin.

Without you


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Numb

Written March 7, 2013


She's gone
And she ain't coming back
She turned around on me
And walked away just like that
She's not here no more
And I can't wrap my mind around it
My thoughts they have retreated
To the back of mind
It's so miserable
Just to think about it

This used to be the house
On seven-thirty-one Sycamore street
Where we could have lived out the rest of our days
So happy free loving and easy
But now you're gone and I'm all alone
With nothing but my pillow ya see
Why don't you come back home now
And break these chains a-holding me

Has it been three long years now
Or just felt like it to me
These past three months have felt so long
I don't think I can keep on
Living in this misery
Why don't you come and comfort me
To save me from myself
Oh how tragic I've become
Losing you has made me numb


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Hypocrite

I am a hypocrite and look what I just did:
I fell into my darkest pit; now, again, and again.
I thought that I was strong enough to live the truths I said;
Now I realized I'm much too weak; a fool too ashamed to raise his head.
God, please save me, please forgive me, and please give me strength. 
I love You.
I thank You.
I am forever changed.


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Our Divine Haven

This town was the place we used to call our haven 
You don’t remember which road we’ve driven on 
The stars were shining against your cherished soul 
You’re a part of my belongings 
You’re ascending above the ground 
The peace is still like hidden treasure – it’s bound to be found

I believe in you…I put my faith in you
After the miracles you’ve performed 
You don’t agree with what you truly are 
The sky is grieving 
You jump from puddle to puddle
You’re struggling to meet your destiny  
Even if your body is saturated in sweat
You must keep your head above the sea

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
I could tell you've been stressing out 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me  

Each melody is an exquisite sound that bounces into our ears
Commotion and strife will cease and your heart will be free
We’ll flee  together…despite the unwholesome weather 
The voyage has just begun…hold my hand and we’ll rise like the sun
Trust me…we will be strengthened and well-equipped before we take that road of victory  

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You’d rather be drifting away and never be seen again 
I wanna change your mind and erase your frown
Take your mind off of the distressful past
Let loose your strain on me  

Hey! I know you’re stronger than you realize
You’re not a failure – don’t be disheartened  
Don’t worry…you and I will earn our future prize 
This mess will clear up in a moment
Just stay by my side and never depart 
From the light… I promise that we’ll endure till the end
Just stay nearby and our hope won’t tear apart
We are willing to do anything to attain our wishes and delight  
Let’s take action and snatch our glory before our time is up 

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You've been trying to keep a steady pace 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me

Let loose your stress on me…
Don’t be under pressure
Let me handle your anxiety…
Reach towards our divine haven
Do you need a helping hand? 

I wish you a carefree 
Future


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The Scent of Eternity

The moon shone brightly last night,
Now the horizon is kissed by dawn's first light.
Soon it will be twilight,
And you are still nowhere in sight.
I smell the svent of eternity,
And all I need is for you to come home to me.
I need to see those eyes that so easily take my breath away,
I need to awaken in your arms each day.
I need us to be the only things around,
I need you to make my heart pound.
I smell the scent of eternity,
And know you are coming home to me.
Tonight there is only two stars in the sky,
The ones that remind me of your eyes.
There is a light breeze playing with my hair,
I see your face but are you really there?
Of all the things I miss,
The sweetest of all is your kiss.
But the best of all of you is the way you love me as no other can do,
It has been tortoreous waiting for you.
I smell the scent of eternity,
And I know you have finally come home to me!


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Bradlee Joe Rasmussen

Bradlee Joe is mine, he's always been mine,
The younger brother of David Authur Rasmussen Jr.,
Those gorgeous brown eyes staring at me, natural hair color,
That's brown; just like his brothers, but he dyed it blonde.<3
That gorgeous angel face, I think of him everyday all day, think of,
Those memories, that smile, that laugh, that voice, those strong arms,
The strong arms that hold me, just like his brother used to.
The sweet things he says to me, those precious eyes look into,
Into mine, the way he runs his fingers through my hair, the way he tickles me,
The way we play wrestle, the way we talk, the way we look at each other.
Eyes full of wonder, wonder how long we'll stay together, then he says,
He says "Baby we'll stay forever", and I believe every word he says,
My God if he only knew, knew how he makes my heart pound, the way,
The way it's just so easy to talk to him, man I can tell him anything, and I know,
I know that he'll keep it a secret, that's why I trust him with everything,
Everything inside of me. Everytime he asks me if I wanna start,
Start over with him, I always say yes, because I love him!!
No matter how much he hurts, I'll always love him, I do, because,
Because I know it's real, I love him with everything inside of me,
I want to wake up next to him everymorning and fall asleep,
Fall asleep in his arms everynight, say "I do" to him, have his,
Have his children, be in love forever, my God I've never felt this way before.
I fell for him the first moment I saw his gorgeous smile light,
Up that dark lunch room, the way you hugged me tight, exchanged,
Exchanged numbers with each other, and the way we talked on the phone for hours on end,
Oh how I wished for you to be mine, How I still wish to change,
Change my name to Briana Lynn Rasmussen.
Babe I can't inagine a world where you don't exsist, babe without you,
Without you I'd honestly die.
The son of David Authur Rasmussen Sr. and Sandi Rasmussen,
The brother of David Authur Rasmussen Jr, and Cheyeene Rasmussen,
The cousin of Kenneth Michael Hampton, better known as Mikey :) You have
Have a older bro, a younger sister & brother, and you have you,
Father's eyes, your brother's strength, your mother's beauty, and your crazy,
Crazy sense of humor.
With you I can't stop smiling, laughing and giggling.
Babe I am finally home, it's been a long time, and I am glad you kept the bed warm for me,
My home is with you, it's the only place where I belong, and babe I am so glad to be home.
I love your curly hair, I love the way you hold me, the way you kiss me, the way yoy,
You love me.
I love everything you do, and everything about you,
Babe I really do hope that day comes where we say "I do."
Hell I'd do it right now if I could, if you wanted me the same.
I want to be the mother of your children, I want to be the on;y woman you come home to,
Come home to after work, the one you give sweet kisses to, and the one you tell,
Tell me about your day, the one who wants to fall asleep in your arms, and 
Wake up in your arms with my head on your chest, see your sweet smile everyday,
Hear the words "Good Morning Baby, how'd you sleep?"
I'd reply sleepily "Great, how bout you Angel?" I love everything about you, everything
Everything you say, babe I love the fire in your eyes, the way you are protective over me,
The way you fight for me.
Babe I just wanna be your forever, and when we die baby,
I want to be laidto rest next to you, or with you in the same casket, because,
Because I'm only me when I'm with you, you are the only one who keeps me warm, The only one
Only one who makes me feel like I am home, like I'm finally alive,
Like I'm finally me, babe you are my better half and really honestly,
I've been so lost without you, and I am so glad to be back home.


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A Chipped Heart

A Chipped Heart...


Dreaming, my heart brittle as glass,
my solitary facade a pitiful farce,

shards tearing out of my skin,
seeking release, from cages within,

I am lost, in the dream,
bellowing out a silent scream,

torn from reality, drowning in the now,
yet I refuse,
I refuse to succumb,

I refuse to bow.



My chipped heart, may be wounded,
wreathed in pain,

still,

I believe, love, truth, belonging,

will take my hand,

again...


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Lives to Live

We have dreams to fulfill.
We have goals to achieve.
We have hearts to inspire.
We have love to give.
We have faith to teach.
We have hope to send.
We have strength to create.
We have bravery to find.
We have positivity to shine.
We have courage to build.
We have stories to tell.
We have hands to hold.
We have lives to live.
All in Your Heavenly name,
We pray,
Amen.


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A Prayer For Healing

Father,
Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be.
I am the product of myself and my negativity.
I trust You.
I love You.
I thank You.
In Your name,
We pray,
Amen.


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My heart no longer belongs to me

 
                        My heart no longer belongs to me

                        

                        My heart no longer belongs to me 
                        is resides within your heart.
                        
                        Dreaming of you make my night
                        worth while thinking of you make me smile.
                        
                        Having you is forever because you always make
                        me happier than ever.

                        I want you to know that every time I take a breath
                        and every time my heart beats fast I will think of you because
                        I know where make it lasts.


  
  



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a letter 2 my mom

	A letter to my mom if she could read it.

I am sorry for the times I would not listen to you and would talk back.
I loved all the times we spent together. We had so much fun together you were a great mom and you were my best friend. Some days I ask god why he let you get so sick but I realize its not gods fault that you’re sick it’s just life and some times bad things happen. Know one knows why it happened but it happened for a reason. Things happen and know one knows why it does we just have to deal with it. I miss you mom a lot some times I cry at night because I miss you so much. I just wish you could come home. It hurts to see you so sick I wish it could all go away. Hope one day you come home I all ways try to go see you at the hospital at least twice a week. Mom I am really sorry how I wouldn’t listen and I talked back. I wish we could turn back time and you wouldn’t be sick. I cry just by writing this letter to you. I just can’t believe you might not be able to ever come home. You won’t be able to see me go to prom or get married if I ever do. Mom I just want you home but that won’t happen you’re to sick and I hope a miracle happens and you get better and come home. Some days I feel like I cant make it through the day but I just remember your spirit and love will all ways be with me every day and you’re always in my heart. I all ways cry when I think about you. When you were sick I dyed my hair purple, blue, hot pink, red, and aqua. People still make fun of me and say I am weird but it’s ok. There is  so much things I want to say but I don’t know how to just know I am sorry for how I treated you. I MISS YOU MOM AND LOVE YOU!!


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San Fernando Vampyre

SAN FERNAQNDO VAMPYRE
There comed a blizzard blowing through
and then another, freezing, too!
In Central Park the wind did freeze
and brought the city to its knees;

and so thought I of going west
not thinking which airline's the best,
but caught the very first I could,
to see my first of life that's good!

A friend I knew had left before,
on an extended China tour.
He offerred all his home for free,
and left for me his front door key.

My temporary home was blessed
with California wine. The best!
And all layed out, such food there be,
fit for a king! Or maybe me!

My friend had planned me such a stay,
his waiting dinner made my day,
and though I dined, less company,
in thought he was right there with me.

Content, but weary, as I tread,
to find the way into my bed,
and settled in for a nights rest
so I might rise feeling my best.

I'd but dozed off, when there appear
the feeling of someone so near,
my eyes did crack to candlelight
and what I saw was such a sight!

A lady dark, with falling hair
and flashing eyes just standing there!
Though dressed, the gown was almost none
where it began, it quick was done!

She whispered soft, in such a way,
I'll not forget my dying day,
"Welcome to California, Dear,
your friend has asked me to come here..."

The candle put on the nightstand,
she reached right out and took my hand
then layed she down beside of me
and on her neck, no mark there be!

O! What a night, from my dear friend!
My thought was that it never end;
and as we drew so very near
the heart of love was now! and here!

And talked we part the night away,
I cherished each word she did say;
and flowed the wine to make us light
and help enjoy this cherished night.

When she had reached the heart of me
as I would surely have it be,
her lips they trembled from the feel
of mine, as love made her life real;

and in the promised land we flew
as lovers in the night all do
on wings of love as sure we should,
to bring what true love only could;

then joined she in the heart of me
relinquishing mortality,
as bited to her very soul,
my teeth did make her real and whole.

And as we reached the peak of it,
the bed began to shake a bit--
and then the crashing sound downstairs
and roaring of wind everywheres!

The nightstand fell onto the floor
and something crashed right through the door!
The bed it flew across the room
and we thought we had met our doom!

Oh such a rumbling sound be made
as fell the ceiling where we layed,
had we been there one second more,
we'd have been crushed into the floor!

The room it shook and then it fell!
The sounds it made no one can tell!
And how we got outside, to me,
is still a very mystery!

And in the silence after all,
with morning light about to call,
we vowed to leave the golden state
not tempting more the hands of fate.

So now we gaze on Central Park,
and spread our wings within the dark,
not caring if the cold winds blow;
we make love in the falling snow.
© RON WILSON AKA VEE BDOSA THE DOYLESTOWN POET


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Fulfilled

My heart is filled;
I've found everything I need.
Here I stand,
Finally off my knees.
I found love in Him,
And He found love in me.


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Split Personality

As the heat burns slow your love will flow.
Cause where there is love there is life and that you you should know.

Yeah I know it's a known fact that love brings life.
But why do I have to walk with a knife.
Damn I'm so far gone I can take my own life.

Please just listen to your heart.

But this world is tearing me apart.

Trust me all you have to is believe in yourself.

But how can i do that when I'm staring at death.
That's why I can't go home because I want to get wet.
Because as the heat burns slow I'm losing control of my soul.
And it's because of this world that I'm losing my artistic goals.

I know that you feel that this world is taking your soul.
But you can't let it control because with each  breathe,
That you take you heart is getting cold.

Some-one please help me because I can't control it anymore.

Than please let me show you where to go.

I said that I'm not going home so leave me alone.

But I can't do that because what you feel I feel remember I'm your clone.

Why can't you see that you can't help me so let me be.

I can't do that trust and I will set you free.
So believe in me and I will show you the light.
And if you believe in me I'll show you a world where the star shine bright.

Stop playing with my head because I know that world don't exist.

I can help you escape your dark mist

But this world made this way so let me leave it.

I can help you and teach you how to confront it.

You can't help me don't you see how far I fell.

But there's a better place than this no matter how far you fell.

Yeah It's called heaven but I'll see you in HELL.

Sucide is definitely not the way.

            HUH 1-2-3 AMEN


Details | Rhyme | |

Turn All Your Worries

"I don't know where to go,
And I don't know what to do."
Turn all your worries out to God;
Trust Him,
And He will lead you through.


Details | Light Poetry | |

ANDREA LARISON

What a wonderful mom in law I have
She is kind and caring in so many ways
She shows kindness at every turn
She says I love you without hesitation
And always has concern 
She is wonderful and I love her so
Andrea is going to be 99 this year!
She has given the world to her sons
And no daughters, but she has
The best sons in the world I can say,
I married david her wonderful son,
Its been 35 years together for he is just like her
Its a treasure in this world I can say, for andrea
My mom in law had been robbed 3 times and had to move away
Away from her home but she stood just as strong 
She has been graced by the Lord above
By getting to live with her sister in peace
For this little older lady has so much grace that she said without 
Hesitation this is now my home and my new place
I cannot tell you how much it means to have my mom in law and me


Details | Ballad | |

Beyond These Walls

I lay here helplessly on my pillow
The silence is loud, the lights are low
No trace of my love to touch me in places
Where only she knows and where my spot is
I cannot wait to be at home
This is just a house when I'm alone
Yet don't fret, contented I'll remain
Until the distance fades and she comes home again

Beyond these these walls far away, yet so close
Is my only love, the girl I love most
Her kiss still lingers on my cold lips
That awaits the warmth of her tender kiss
Although there are days i can't understand her
Her Individuality makes my heart ponder
Yet somehow she has my constant attention
And she reassures me that I am still the one

So I'll wait for her to make it home again
When she comes to let all her love flow
I'll forever cherish the times we spend
Whether between or beyond these wall, I won't let her go


Details | I do not know? | |

Passion in D-Major

Passion in D-Major


Feeling, the sensuous brush-
strokes on a canvas,

swirling,

to a symphonic crescendo,

of our shared heartbeats,

fading between the notes,

feeling your soft body entwined 
with mine,

your form bathed in my infinite 
kisses,

our orchestral desire rising,

conducting a shared fusing of 
passion,

... the music echoing ...

over the precipice,

on the brink of dazzling rainbow 
hues,

lost in the void,
of an eternal instant,

plunging through the depths of 
rhyme,

pleading,
forever pleading,

for a prolonged,

bouquet of shared time.


Details | Rhyme | |

Taking The Lead

I can feel Your presence;
I can feel You in all that I do.
I can feel You walking with me,
And I don't know what to do.
I just need to trust You
Because this is a journey I cannot see.
I am giving up;
Thank You for taking the lead.


Details | Free verse | |

The Emerald Maiden

Who am I?
Fleeting shadow deathly still,
Intricate graffiti on the crumbling wall,
Fiery smoke in the silent sundown.

Who are you?
Music drifting out of reach,
Crested waves caressing sand,
Enchantress dancing on the rocks.

Leave me be here,
This dusty paradise,
To bask in its warmth,
And not your own.

Yet still she calls me,
Not you but her,
That Emerald Maiden,
Who ever holds my heart.

We take flight from this mountain,
Where the lions are filled with woe,
My Emerald Maiden calls me,
One day, not her alone.


Details | I do not know? | |

She

She

She smiled, gently,
her warmth infusing me,
with a serene stillness of time.

She settled, slowly,
in my waking thoughts,
a soothing balm of simple joy.

She remains, scribbled,
on the walls of my fractured heart,
memories of happiness that once breathed...



Details | I do not know? | |

MLK - 1929 - 1968

MLK...
(January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)


they shot you down
all those years ago

but

your dream lives on
and always will

for though much has been
gained since you dreamed
your dream

there is much to fight for
and much more to struggle for

and much, much more
to fight for still

so
your dream resounds in
our hearts and we pledge 
this to you today
for though they shot you down
all those years ago on a memphis day
we shall overcome
this we do believe
deep in our hearts
that
we shall overcome
someday...


(for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)


Details | I do not know? | |

I Hate

I hate the birth mark under my right eye
I hate my extremely static hair
I hate my big bottom lip
I hate my spotty nose

I hate that I have really *****y times
I hate that people only remember me for my really *****y times
I hate that the real *****es hate me
I hate being cautious so they don’t ***** about me

I hate that I cry over everything
I hate that people know I cry over everything
I hate that I hide from them anyway
I hate that they actually don’t care 

I hate the fact that my brother is leaving home next year
I hate the fact that I cried when he told me that
I hate the fact that I hid my tears from him
I hate the fact that he’s all I really have left

I hate my father for making me feel like he doesn’t care about me
I hate my mother for making me feel like she picked him over me
I hate that my brother had to look after me when they couldn’t be bothered
I hate that, in my eyes, they don’t deserve to be called mum and dad

I hate that when I was younger I had to run away from my father
I hate that my mother and brother left me by myself that day
I hate that they left me closer to my father
I hate that they went somewhere I would have felt safer

I hate that I feel like my friends are slowly fading away from me
I hate that I feel like I’m a third wheel
I hate that I feel like my friend’s don’t trust me
I hate that I feel like I can’t trust my friends

I hate the feeling of loneliness
I hate that I read books to escape to a world better than mine
I hate that I write to create a better life than my own
I hate that people want to invade that one heaven I invented

I hate that people ask me why I made Katy Clover Taylor
I hate that I had to make a role model for myself
I hate that she is the person I desperately want to be
I hate that she is the one thing I will never live up to

I hate that I feel like my grades would grasp my families attention
I hate that feeling of disappointment when I get a bad grade
I hate feeling like I have to live up to an expectation to hold their attention
I hate that I am relied on because of my grades

I hate that I am an older mind trapped in a younger body
I hate that I am limited in what I can do because of my age
I hate not being trusted upon
I hate people treating me as a kid

I hate not telling people how I feel
I hate hiding behind an invisible barrier
I hate not being able to share how I feel with people
I hate being scared that they won’t care.

I hate people judging me
I hate judging people
I hate that feeling of giving up
I hate the feeling of losing when I didn’t give up

I hate the choices I have made
I hate that nobody thinks I can live up to my dream
I hate people thinking they are so much better than me
I hate the fact that they are right

I hate that I will never make a good girlfriend
I hate the fact I know nobody would fall for me
I hate knowing that no one would help me pick up my life
I hate that it has fallen apart

I hate hurting the people I love
I hate them not loving me anymore
I hate knowing that what I would do would hurt people
I hate the fact I do it anyway

I hate knowing that I do all of this
I hate knowing I hate all of this
I hate trying to change it
I hate that I am not able to change it

I hate that I try not to give up hope
I hate knowing all hope is lost
I hate that I still try and cling to it anyway
I hate knowing I failed at that too

But most of all

I hate not being able to express this until now
I hate that this still won’t change a thing
I hate thinking that it still might
I hate knowing that no one cares


Details | Pastoral | |

Moments in time

It’s not a ‘cloud of issues’ to deal with
but a crowd of witnesses that surrounds us;
with different personalities and gifts to offer
remind us that we’re all unique creatures
that God has made across time and space.

Moments in time enable us to change gears,
provoked by situations that bring to reflection;
relationships weave as crucial elements,
to our standards and expectations.

By way of committing to affairs of life,
there’s meaning, home to grace –
and it’s home to God that makes us wonder
his ways are certainly not our ways.

The concept of bitachon  takes us on a journey,
like a beautiful sanctuary within is being shared.
in the fullness of life’s experiences speak therefore –
how integral God is in each of our lives.

he makes us whole again, complete in inner dimension;
with peace that embraces all in a right relationship,
truly, a metaphor for the heart of life, a sacrament --
that provides grace and sanctity to be holy.

The God of love speaks and enters our inner sanctuary -
the heart which acts like a third eye in general;
hence, human struggles echo who we are
that define perseverance and faith in the living God.

We have cried enough tears in our lives
with a tremendous amount of optimism;
though as it sometimes seems a mystery, a problem -
that becomes a straw that breaks the camel’s back.

Aimed at transforming our lives into pieces of hope
where love is shared in many forms and shapes;
God dwells at the heart of every human being,
his interconnectedness defines his essence with us.

What a great gift to keep that in our minds,
it is God and us and those around us;
ilustrate a beautiful symmetry, another episode
that sustains us to keep in the race, keep in the game.
With a vivid recall of events in the life passed by,
a way of emphasizing how God keeps us strong
a response to what life is; in moments of time – he’s still there.
one with the Father, and the Father is in him. 

As Mark Twain said in one of his many writings,
“it is not what I don’t understand about the Bible
that bothers me.  It is what I do understand!’ He’s everything;
for we are in him, and he is in us;  we’re his sons and daughters.


Note;

Bitachon - a Jewish word which means “trust in God,” plays a critical role in jewish thought.  Just as a person should strive to observe Mitzvot, he or she should try to develop bitachon, a consciousness that God is actively involved in our lives.


Details | Rhyme | |

It Took A Lot of Faith

If they ask me how I did it,
How I got here today,
I will love and laugh and smile
And say, "It took a lot of faith."


Details | Limerick | |

The Grass is Greener

We’re not called upon to choose anything we live through;
Neither parent nor sibling nor school nor form of sinew;
Neither colour of hair or eye or skin,
Nor love or hate, nor loss or gain
Nor opportunities nor whence we come. So much is true.

But as much as this truth I hold as true as sunlight,
I know that painful times will time to time alight
When with bitter phlegm you curse
The earth where you breathed first
And wish your day of birth were scratched by He with might.

I know. Same feelings have plagued my adult soul
And the wish for better home to make each day whole
Has been dashed by shameful news,
Where Hope, seeing Hitler, and 94’s Hutus,
Needs to hide its youth to stall the death toll.

But amidst pain, hate and bottled despair rife
There’s the rare love, innocent and hardly grasping to life.
For here, we can give our all
When we choose to keep you from a fall.
We really do it: humble, loving…just like the Lord’s life.

Yes, it’s easier to perceive the weeds in one’s garden
For the pastures beyond gleam in our myopia, hiding their burden.
And seeing that weed can cast a shadow
On all that’s sweet, but cause much ado
About the bitter parts, and it day by day your heart will harden.

Think of the evening breeze on the night grill,
Feeding the flames of a delicious family fish meal.
Think of hitting the unadulterated
Lands of hills where ancient rivers percolated
And happy goats skip, and cattle graze and one can feel

Life whizzing through rustling leaves of dancing old tree or reed,
Playing the music our ancestors learned to read,
Making your lungs touch their purpose,
Dazzling your eyes like a Jabbawockeez pose,
The music we’ve forgotten as we focus on some RSS feed.

Think of the youths wise with tradition re-enacting solemnly
The dances and music handed down from before when Ptolemy
Phrased ancient philosophical data,
To the time of the expansive empire of Sundiatta
Beads stomping the dust frantically in musical poetry.

Picture the pure darkness which crowds the silent night air,
Unveiling the marvellous dotted and scattered there
In the moonlit heavenly canvas,
Watching us from light years past,
And we fascinated by the sparkling magic they share.

So to sum it all up, I know it cannot be perfect,
And sometimes I rant and make massive graffiti of its defects,
But this home my parents chose
Still draws my spirit close,
For the bond is deeper, far deeper than human senses can detect.

(c) Nyonglema


Details | Lyric | |

From the heart of society

Theres a girl 
she pours out her heart 
gives him everything
changes her hair goes to get 
fat sucked out of her cause no 
one tells her that she really is 
beautiful she goes home to see him in bed
kissing another girl, then get up and smack her around
people ask where she got her brusies and why she hides her face
but behinde that mask hideing her scars is a girl fearing for her life 
scared to go home to that man that just might give her more scars.
Theres a guy 
who takes care of his brother
comes home and covers his brothers ears 
while his mommy and daddy make him fear
fear for his life his mom brings home different guys 
every night, daddy is never home but when he is 
they fear for  there life that just maybe that might be the last day 
the last breath they live to take
Next day he comes home and sees mommy on the floor bleedin 
his little brother tied to the bed stabed in he chest 
he tries to run but trips and falls
three week later the found him floating down the river..
These are the  people we ignore every day 
the ones that cry out for help
 the ones that need us the most..
The ones that are pimped out and dont see there beauty
 the ones that hide the scars that the one they love put on there face
This is our world and society today


Details | I do not know? | |

Mora Piya Ghar Aaya - My Beloved Has Returned Home

Mora Piya Ghar Aaya (My Beloved Has Returned Home)

Autumn:


the leaves fell, as you left, a bleak chill wafting across the barren space within my being,
you left, taking your smile and mine,
my smile rests with you still, leaving a void impossible to fill.


Winter:

pangs of longing consumed me, my only company in the frigid nights,
my tears remain frozen, within,
unable to fall from my broken eyes, as I searched the depths of the cold, harsh skies.


Spring:

birds returned home, though you did not, and I felt soothing rebirth all around,
memories of you began blazing, their embers stoked,
and at last the tears rolled, like ink on this blank notebook, my whole being pined for you, my very self in anguish silently shook.


Summer:

alive I felt again, the promise of the coming cooling rain, easing the heat of desire,
yet the furnace slowly raged inside, your absence tearing into me, shattering my nights, my longing for you soaring unfettered across the skies,
dancing on clouds, blissfully free,


Monsoons:

heaven itself opened, the deluge an unending dream,
rain falling all around, mingling with my flowing tears,
and then I saw you, you returned, and I embraced you, never wishing to let you go,
and though I may wear the mask of the clown,
if you were to leave again,
my very soul, would quietly slip away, and in the monsoon rains, I would gratefully drown.


Details | Bio | |

In the shade of a volcano

My friend's all said I was crazy
When I fell for eastern charms
But they never felt your sweet breath
when your sleeping in my arms

My kin they tried to warn me
Rushed love will never last
But you can't hide from emotion
just because we had no past

So I ran straight to your home land
Built a home and learned your tongue
Left my Kin and western values
To be happy in the sun

But you dreamed of wealth and riches
So we crossed the mighty sea
To a world where nothing matters
And your gauged by your money

How I've longed for eastern sunshine
Where joy and peace is all that flowed
Making love in our bamboo home
In the shade of a volcano


Details | Rhyme | |

The Mother's Day Gift

How many days and weeks and years has it been since you went away?
The pain should be less, as well as the tears, but it seems as if it was today...
when I looked in your eyes for the very last time, kissed your cheek and whispered 
Goodbye.
I'd have thought that by now, when those thoughts of you came I would not feel this 
strong urge to cry.
 
The years, they are fickle...they come and they go, but your memory still stays in my 
mind.
Its hard to believe you are no longer here, I keep searching, unable to find
A reason that God chose to call you so soon, though I know that your suffering was 
much;
I'm selfish I know, for wanting you here, but I long once again for your touch.
 
God only knows why he dealt you the hand that you gracefully played til the end.
Your courage and strength touched the lives of us all and there's no need for me to 
pretend;
For the love that we shared will live on evermore and I know you're still with me 
somehow.
I can feel you around me in so many ways and your scent lingers on, even now.
 
I miss you Sweet Mother, each day of the year, but on this day it's harder it seems.
I see other daughters with Mothers so dear, and I wish I could tell you my dreams...
My hopes and my wishes don't mean near as much as they did when I shared them 
with you.
The love in your eyes made me feel there was nothing on earth that I couldn't do.
 
I hope that in Heaven it's Mother's Day too, and you know just how much you have 
meant,
To this daughter of yours who still grieves for your loss and the sweet time together 
we spent.
A lady so kind and a spirit so sweet, for this world, you were too good, I know.
But this void that you left when you went home to God seems only to widen and 
grow.
 
I think you're an Angel who's watching me now, and I'm hoping I still make you 
proud.
I see you in Heaven, your body made whole, and you're dancing with Dad on a cloud.
I know I'm not perfect, but maybe somehow, I'm forgiven for things that I've done.
And this Mother's Day gift that I'm giving to you is the proof of the battle I've won.
 
I hope that someday we will meet in the sky and we'll all be a family again.
I can't wait to see you and tell you the things I have wanted to tell you, but then...
You already know what lies deep in my heart. I could never keep secrets, it's true.
You were there all along, as you always will be, til the day that I come home to you. 


Details | Free verse | |

Our Love Is Enough

We don't need to go out and party,
We don't need to drink,
We don't need to socialize,
We don't need to go shopping,
We don't need to spend money,
We don't need to go to a movie,
We don't need to watch sporting events,
We don't need to go out to eat,
Because we found love,
And our love is enough.


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Tipping

Gracious smiles, a waiter waiting.
The service: quite nice actually.
The drinks cool and food sating
My average appetite factually;

Who knew they had coca cola here
In the middle of the desert... odd
Isn’t it? I ordered water and beer
And here arrives our saviour, god

And leader, dressed in a brown
Shirt despite the pre-mentioned
Heat. He never wears a frown,
Even at rush hour not tensioned.

7.30 comes and goes, morning
Or night, we arrive, are seated
And eat. The waiter is fawning
But nice, the food is all treated

And we eat it all up, fulfilled by
A fountain of beverages he will
Provide. Full, we give a goodbye,
And place tips away from the till

So the manager cannot see, risky
Business. But how to divide the
Cost? Calculators grant only frisky
Fractions, I only had a mint tea!


Details | Rhyme | |

God Wants You to Be With Him Forever



 God Wants You To Be With Him forever!

Heaven can one day be your
 eternal home!
You can have a mansion
 next to God’s throne?

You can know for a certainty…
Where you’ll be spending eternity.

Through Christ, your sins
 can be forgiven!
Christ’ love can change
 the way you’re livin’!

You can know 
beyond any doubt.
What true life is all about!

You can know
 the peace of God today!
Meditate on God’s word
 and what it has to say!

Why not give your heart to him?
And know what it means
 to be born again!

Your life can have
 a Godly direction!
And accept his heart-felt invitation?

You can know God’s
life changing power?
What are you waiting for?  
This could be YOUR hour!

By Jim Pemberton    


Details | Etheree | |

Habitation

Clear days of old,
Antebellum.
Not too fancy,
Mediocre.
Bright color seen
Perfect warm nest.
Young harmony
Child fairyland

Secondary,
Tall pine in back.
Conspicuous, 
lone pompous rose
Toxic ivy
Marigold patch
Null pottery
Stream overflow
Taste pure water

Ordain infant
Adore always 
Wife trustworthy
True nuptials
Man unyeilding


Details | I do not know? | |

WHAT IS HOME?

WHAT IS HOME?

ROLLING HILLS ARE HOME TO ME,
PLAYING CHESS WITH FRIENDS,
DANCING ON THE WEEKEND,
WALKING IN THE WIND,
BLOWING BUBBLES.

(Reflect)

BUBBLES BLOWING WIND,
THE “IN” WALKING WEEKEND,
THE “ON” DANCING FRIENDS
WITH CHESS PLAYING ME. 
TO HOME ARE HILLS ROLLING?


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

my last words to you

my last words to you in a place where i once dwelled, there lived a boy i loved so well, he took his love away from me, and now is willing to set me free. i even know the reason why, the other girl was prettier than i, i ran for home an cried on my bed , an not a single word was said, my mother came home from work that night , an searched for me left an right, she came upstairs,my door she broke, and there she saw me strung by a rope. an on my jeans there was a note that i had wrote, it read: dig a grave, dig it deep, with marble stone , from head to feet, and on my grave, place a dove , an tell the world i died for love.


Details | Free verse | |

So Close, Yet So Far

It's like I'm there,
Standing behind a glass wall.
I've had a taste,
Just not the full platter.
I'm ready for the cake,
But all I have is batter.


Details | Rhyme | |

Home

Home.
"I'm at home"
"I'm on my way home"
"Leaving home now"
We use the word "home" heavily.
Is it really a place or a routined phrase?
Who is to say where home is?
What is this home feeling many refer to?
Where can i pick it up?
I've got some feelings due.
Is it when you can't help but be happy?
Or when you walk through the door and the whole family gets sappy?
Is it when you feel warmth in your heart?
Or a sense of belonging,
Whether together or apart?
All i know is home for me is a vague memory.
Home is some movie i watch on tv.
I see others live it,
this feeling I'm lacking.
I'm afraid i may not know this home anomaly until i begin my own family.
When it comes to home,
im lost.
When it comes to family.
the feelings tossed.
When it comes to love.
No, wait.
They say home is where the heart is.
That's somewhere i belong,
Something that hasn't gone wrong.
This happy, sappy, feeling of warmth despite the fact of us being apart.
Yeah.
That's it.
They say home is where the heart is.
I want to come home.


Details | Bio | |

BETTY'S KITCHEN

I will never forget the day
You softly wondered in
The way you looked at me and said,
"I like this kitchen Jim"

I'd never felt big or fancy
There was nothing made of stone
With little flash or polish
I spent most of my day alone.

But all of that was about to change
and not just a little bit
This once forgotten kitchen
Was now a perfect fit.

You rose early in the morning
I was the first one you'd see
I have loved these quiet times
When it's just you and me.

I remember those crazy days
When we'd work around the clock
Getting ready for a hundred kids
On nights called, "Solid Rock"

My favorite times are when family come
I can feel the love in your hands
I've gotten good at reading your thoughts
Things no one else understands

I've heard you sing and sensed your prayers
You can do both while you cook and clean
Sweet aromas over so many years
I've been a part of everything

So much love and joy is here
And great food I don't have to mention
But the greatest thrill for me
Is to be known as "Betty's Kitchen"


Details | Light Poetry | |

My World

My World
My world I think is really quite small
But then on reflection, not small at all
It consists of a four bedroomed home
A large garden and plenty of room to roam
My children were born in this home of ours
My husband and I built over many, many, hours
My world is encompassed all around
This home we built with love to surround
My world expands with travel now and then
But it never seems the same without them
One of my birds has now flown the nest
He still knows where home is when he needs to rest
The bonds of love stretch very far
It doesn’t matter wherever they are
My family know where my world is
It’s were they are, not who they are with
My world is really the whole world over
My family don’t need any lucky clover
Love is everywhere spilling out for them
No matter why or where or when
So my world is expanding ever more
My world is this planet with an open door
The splendours of this planet for all to see
For each and all of my loving family.

©~GG~ 2011


Details | Lento | |

My Heart Is My Home And I Want You To Come

Sent away from my future,
Repent from my past,
Went out to search and conquer,
Meant I learned how to last.

Heart became my only home,
Part of me stayed behind,
Start traveling I walked alone,
Depart from foolish and blind.

Future got darker every step.
Blur the harness of broken time.
Sure to find waiting promises kept.
We're one soul of the same rhyme.

Fire, you once warm me up inside.
Desire, you still beat like a drum.
Retire from running, let's hide
Admire my home and come.

09-13-2014
Form Double Lento with First word rhyme as well as quatrain end rhyme a.b.a.b


Details | Rhyme | |

God's Plan for Marriage


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton


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Where the heart lays ....

Heart to home the core is where the heart lays
As the music is played the moment of two a beating of souls
A time that is created of fated beings to be twined
A pull so strong of chemistry senses can not be ignored
Pulses that work intime like the ticking of the clock
A passing of emptyness brings us to this gate 
A love that is thunder through our veins
A pounding like midnight rain against a window pane
Disturbes the longing of passion that is fire to the one we admire
A touch that we wake to a sight that softens our imaginations
Tallest of trees surround a garden on eden
Natures whisper upon our skin which holds no sin
An understanding of only true lovers can follow
Within our eyes there is a divine sign through and through
Only few can be enchanted in such a silence
Screams from intensness of shivering lust
You are surely a gift from above my love
The way your smile can capture me 
An innocences of tease is where we stand 
Others can see a love story in motion
A kiss we can not help but share 
Its as urgent as the surrounding air
Hearts beating love is what knocked on the door
Heart to home the core is where the heart lays



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Abide in the Light

You abide in the light
I’ll miss you…when you venture off at night 
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t leave me…   

Forgive me for drifting away from you… 

Please forgive me…
Please don’t ignore me…
Hear my pleas…don’t turn the other direction…
Run with me…into heaven’s light

I’ve given you my soul…
I’ve shared with you my melody
I’ve fed you until you were full…
I’ve healed you when you were under the weather…
I’ve tried to bring us back together

You hang on the rope of hope
I’ll rely on you…I’ll cling to you… 
You saved me from subsiding into the obscure abyss

Don’t reject me…
Don’t depart from me…
Don’t release me…

Respect me for who I’ve become
Please respect me…
Honor my presence 
Protect me from any sort of harm  
Is it in your nature to relieve my anguish? 

I’ve been driven away by my affliction 
I’ve set you free from Egypt…and lead you to the Promise Land 
Have you forgotten my affection? 
I’ve tried to empathize what you’re going through – I’ve gave you a helping hand
Don’t you understand? Will you ever understand? 

You abide in the light 
I’ll miss you…when you depart from my heart
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t mourn for me… 

Forgive me for wishing for your absence…
Please forgive me…
Please don’t give up on me…
Hear my side of the story… don’t turn the other direction…

I’m still training for perfection    

Run with me…until we arrive at home 
Hold my hand and we’ll take divine flight 
I’ve cherished you for so long
I’ve lead you to my home town – 
Do you remember where you and I belong?

I’ve given you my trust…
I’ve shared with you my dreams
You’re an apple to my eye

You were my angel of grace, promising concord –
Bestowing blessings upon me 
Your vitality never wears off…

You were my lamp – 
Glowing with serenity and elation
Tranquilizing my mind from despair and unease

I’ll never regret…meeting you that magnificent night 
I knew that that was love at first sight
The moment you stepped foot into the light 


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She



A sweetly-scented, earthy rain-storm,
she came to me,

thunderously raging with raw emotion,
she came to me,

drenched in the essence of truth,
she came to me,

she touched a chord deep inside,
she strummed away all emptiness,

she came to me,

once...

she comes to me,

still...


a gentle presence filling my life,


she comes to me,


still,

a healing spirit soothing all inner strife.





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Where

Where why what who how
I ask these questions 
Everyday i cant find Home
Where is home
Why can't I see home
Who's at home 
How to get home
What does home feel
Like
I know 
Home feels great to the touch
Warmth to the heart
Love to the soul
Brings peace to the body
Home is where love stands
The love that sticks to you
Fills your body
Where why what who how
That is home now close your
Eyes and go


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It's Not A Cult

It's not a cult:
It's a Savior saving my life.
It's a Savior saving your life.
It's our Savior saving our lives.
It's not too late.
It's never too late!


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rivers rain

tonight let the rain come ,the heavens open 
bring me the rain 
bring me the forever loving touch ,she becomes my forever falling rain so soft 
so pure so loving forever more 

oh mornings glow how we love you so 
the afternoons rain falls so silent,oh afternoons sun 
flowing rainbows glow 

away the afternoons rain their is no more pain I'm never without your clarity of dreams 
oh my angel infinite we  have now we have infinite 

our dreams are wonderful but our reality is so real 

our longing is to be united forever in our beautiful home our Rio DE janeiro shores 
our home forever more 

oh how i love my ceizar forever more my wife i love you 


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Saturday Rain in Johannesburg

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg…


…With sighs of torrential passion,
the heavens shower teardrops,

weeping with me,
as memories of you come cascading back,

skin on skin, ablaze,
moist kisses, fiery,
gentle whispers of undying love, murmured,

in another life, another time,

far removed from my present, a desolate state of despair,
wallowing in the grime.

…

The rain keeps falling,
each teardrop stinging my face,

tasting the salt on my lips,

I wonder, do you still remember the caresses of my fingertips,

between breathy confessions, and vows of eternal love,

before you left me, stranded on an island of solitude,

wounded as a wingless dove,

bereft of life,
stripped of all traces of fortitude


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MY HOME

I live in a home
Where I can freely roam

Me and my family live here
Where I have no fear

We cook, sleep, sing and play
It is safe this is what I have to say  

I live in small cozy home
Where family, friendship, friends and many others have room to roam 

It is peaceful at times
And noisy sometimes

It is not perfect always
But we try to solve it many ways

I love my sweet little home which is a blend
 Of love and friendship that never end
 
My home is a beautiful place
I always pray that God gives his grace that never fails 

Benedict John(8years)

 


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Fifty-Seven Years Ago Today

Fifty-Seven Years Ago Today


With new dress and suit, flowers, and hair fixed just right
The dreams, plans, and labors of our lives would unite

My brother and his gal stood beside us on the spot
To give witness to the world that we tied the knot

We stood nervous before the preacher at his home
Promised to cling to each other; never to roam

Said “I do” to the questions; gave the preacher his pay
Man and wife; fifty-seven years ago today.


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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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The final destiny

As the plane takes off in the blue sky
I’m leaving my home and life behind
And I am going to meet the girl I love
And together a new future we will find

I am nervous going in a strange land
As the engine of the plane starts
But so excited to see her for the first time
And hug her and feel the beat of our hearts

We have waited so long for this day
Now its just distance by 13 hours of flight
And I feel like kid going to a candy shop
Knowing my dreams is coming true tonight

I like to hear her voice when she says
You are going to see just an ordinary girl
And I would tell her no way 
You are the most beautiful girl in the world

And she would laugh and you’re crazy
And she would make some funny emotes
And then will say please take care of yourself
And If it’s cold make sure to wear a thick coat

Yes she is a person like that
Taking care of me form so far away
And now just a few hours from now
Going to look in her eyes for the first time today

And I know I will just melt in her presents 
Just like the snow in the morning sun
And my heart will be fill love an emotions
As the joy of our new life has now began

And I could never return home again
And ever leave you behind
So if you want to live here or in New York
Doesn’t matter for our happiness we’ve already find

To walk, to play, to talk, to hold, to cook
Every little thing that I get to do with you
Will be timeless precious memories
To cherish our whole life through
 
And on the day that we get married
And we take our wedding vows together
Will protect, cherish and cover you
With my love from any kind of weather

For your love has made me complete
And I feel strong as the lion in the wild
And can’t wait to see the glow in your eyes
As you becomes pregnant with our first child

As you start to eat a lot and smiles
Saying do you think i look like a fatty
And I will kiss you on your sweet lips
And say you are always looking perfect to me

The plane has arrived and I walk out customs
And the most beautiful woman smiles at me
And when she holds me in her arms
My life has reach its final destiny


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Bruised

you are (my)
constant.

ever tugging reminder of
content
so exact i,
ache.

you are my
bruise(d).


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12,12

Doors clamping as i could not find sleep

Dogs barking and trembling in the neighborhood

Lying in my bed,eyes wide open,cold feet

Like horror foot prints flashed on my walls

Frightened and terrified,could not imagine it was real 

Strange hands that reached for my thighs 

Fingers hurting deeply as it penetrates

So scruffy i had screamed my name 

Like a rose just got dried

Freezing and loud the wind blows 

My sheet squeezed l was choking 

Somebody help me, i lost my voice

Could i be dreaming i asked in silence

Imaginations gone bad , thoughts were awful

felt a grasp of my neck and my eyes were red

The night was too long i could not pretend

I suddenly reached for an object to strike 

Amazing, what It had become 

A rod i do not want to let go 

In a trance i had seen the mask

On the wrist, it was twelve past twelve

That time of that day,we met! 

Roseline olajide


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The Christmas Gift

Christmas time is here again. 
And the snow falls to the ground. 
It hasn't been that long ago. 
Since last years came around. 
The seasons sneak up on us in no time at all. 
As the New Years swiftly go by
The gift that you gave me each Christmas eve. 
Was a wonderful, sweet peace of mind. 
You never took the Christ out of Christmas. 
His birth was the focus so clear. 
No you never took the Christ out of Christmas. 
You taught me to hold him so near. 
I know in my life full of struggle and strife. 
Where to turn even though you're not here. 

There were those that were touched by your giving 
Your compassion reached far and wide 
The hungry, the helpless and those with no home 
You feared not the dark of the night 

Of all the gifts I’ve gotten from Christmas’s of old 
Shinny toys beneath an evergreen tree 
The gift you shared that stays ever close to my heart 
Is the lesson of Christ’s love for me 

So thanks for the memories Mama 
My childhood was filled with much joy 
I know you’re with God in the heavenly home 
And I love you, your sweet baby boy 

 

 
David Pennington


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Love Me Like I Love

I thought if I had patience
I thought if I had faith
I thought if I could wait
You'd come home to me

So I gave with all I had
And I loved with all I could
But it's time 
I left this broken home behind

Now I'm packin up my bags
I'm headin towards the street
To find a place
Where I'll be whole again

To find a place where I'll be whole again

and find someone who'll love me like I love


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When The Shepherd Calls

The Lord is coming with a shout.
   From Heaven He'll descend.
He'll take me too my Heavenly home
   and i'll never hurt again.
Joy and love will much abound
   around my Saviors throne.
There'll be no pain or sorrow there
   when Jesus takes me home.
Oh, happy day my heart cries out
   when I was cleansed from sin.
      I'm going to be with Jesus
         and i'll never cry again.

           I'll never hurt again,
             I'll never cry again.
         Heavens gates will open
              and i'll enter in.
            I'll never hurt again,
              I'll never cry again
         When my Shepherd calls
           and I go home with Him.

There'll be no cruelty in God's house.
   There will be no sightless eyes.
There will be peace,there will be joy,
   There will be love devine.
There will be no twisted bodies there.
    We will see no children die.
Jesus will gather them in His arms
    and wipe away tears from their eyes

When Jesus comes and takes you home
    with Him through Heavens door,
The things of earth will pass away
    you'll remember them no more.
Your mind will rest,your body too
    will no more feel the stress,
Of the painful daily struggle
    while you're longing for God's rest.
You'll share in His great Kingdom
    because you've loved His Son.
       You've been a faithfull servant
          and He'll say to you,"Well done."

            There'll never be hurt again.
                No one will cry again
            Heavens gates will open.
                We'll be welcomed in.
            No one will hurt again.
                 No one will cry again.
            When our Shepherd calls
                 and we go home with Him
           






































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Mom's Cobbler Pies

Mom slaved over cobbler pies for a dinner-time surprise! Applauded, she sighs...


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The Truth

I'm in this unrealistic world of mines
Where you love me and have faith in me
You care for me and love to show me off
You take me home to you mother and father
And both of them are ecstatic to finally meet me
You treat me like you can't ever live without me
When we're surrounded by beautiful women
You look at me like no one can compare
You're a gentleman and you would never harm me
But when I snap back to reality 
I realize, I was just daydreaming all along
You're the guy you was the first few dates
I love you with all my heart, but you don't love me
I'm faithful, but you're one of the most unfaithful guy out there
You don't care, you'd be caught dead first before being seen with me
You never even had the thought of bring me home to your family
They don't even know the girl madly in love with you exists
You treat me like a piece of trash 
You bring other women home for your pleasure
While I'm in the other room crying my heart out
You're a player and I know it's true, but I can't leave
You have destroyed my self-confidence
You made me believe that no other man out there
Will ever want to give me a chance or love me
Now, I'm forced to be another piece of a collection.


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The Lonely Cat

The cat waits by the door
with begging eyes and wagging tail.
He waits for them to open the door
and let him in.

This is the sixth home he's visited today
but yet his hopes never dim.
He meows loudly in hopes that someone
would let him in.

And again, another kick
again, another rejection foot has come.
He falls off each step, but gets back up
and keeps on searching.

That foolish cat came to my house.
His matted fur and mangled body disgusted me.
But because I liked his audacity,
his spontaneity, his rambunctiousness
I let him in

I let him in and I doctored him.
I wondered people rejected this cat....
He was so peaceful, so enjoyable,
so... lovable

But then one day
I came home to a pile of feces on my bedroom floor.
I thought nothing of it.
I cleaned it up.

The next day I came home,
he had torn the carpet in my guest bedroom.
No reason to fret, though.
No one ever stayed for a visit.

The next day I came home,
my living room was a mess.
Slashed pillows and billowing cotton
Foul urine and watery regurgitation
Broken China and torn wallpaper

I couldn't take it any longer.

Now I know why people rejected this cat.
And like all the others
I gave him the rejection foot.
I kicked love out.


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Rest

Don't worry, don't worry;
Give yourself rest.
Release fear and struggles,
And He'll take care of the rest.


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Route

Today I took that route we took
You and I so long ago
Not so long after all, 
maybe a month or so
I remember you sitting next to me
Talking all the while
I remember the roads that were misplaced, 
as we drove mile after mile
You thought I was lost, I told you no
I don't think that you believed me
I thought that maybe you didn't know
All I wanted was you beside me
Later on we went to that park
Where I used to try to be cool
I couldn't do that around you
You make me act like a fool
On the way home you held my hand
I don't know why even now
You could have taken my heart right then
I don't understand just how..
Now the walls are up and I still live
I feel so empty now
I gave everything I had to give
I guess it wasn't... 

Enough



or


Today I took that route we took
You and I so long ago
The sun is gone
The clouds are low
Everything's so empty
I remember you sitting next to me
Talking all the while
I remember the roads that were misplaced,   as we drove mile after mile
You thought I was lost, I told you no
I don't think that you believed me
I thought maybe you did not know
All I wanted was you beside me
Later on we went to that park
Where I used to try to be cool
I couldn't do that around you
You make me act like a fool
On the way home you held my hand
I don't know why even now
You could have taken my heart right then
I don't understand just how..
Now the walls are up and I still live
I feel so empty now
I gave everything I had to give
I guess it wasn't enough


J.2007



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Sara

Sara

One minute
One more shot in front of me
The bar is nearly empty
The girl behind the bar has shouted “last call”
Looking into the bottom of the glass
The world looks so beautiful
There is no pain to endure
Memories are gone in a fog
The world is so beautiful
Sara will be at home waiting for me
As she has so many nights before
Two o'clock the bar closes
I walk home through lonely streets
Other drunks wander aimlessly
I have a woman to go to
I get home and wander straight to the bed
Reaching over Sara is gone
Through the fog of alcohol I remember
I laid Sara to rest in the morning sun
Memories return and I cry the night through
Waiting for the bar to once again open
So I can see the world through the bottom of the glass
And Sara will be waiting for me once again


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In The Future Looking Back

In the future looking back,
You'll be happy to see
How far you've come
And where you are today,
So make the most of this now.


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A Soldiers Letter Home

A Soldier’s Letter Home

I can’t believe it is that time of year
I haven’t yet gotten that old Christmas Cheer
What with you back at home and me over here
I love you and miss you my dear

And even though I’m near the place of His birth
I hear no “Merry Christmas”; see no Christmas mirth
And Lord knows from here I see no Peace on Earth
I love you and miss you my dear

But we’ve put up a tree – looks like Charlie Brown’s
And we’ve hung on its branches gold-colored spent rounds
And when the wind blows those tinkle bells sound
I love you and miss you my dear

I miss the kids more and more every day
And you know I would be there if there was any way
Tell them I miss them and ask them to pray
I love you and miss you my dear

Now give the kids kisses and say “Daddy loves you”
And I’ll hurry home once my tour here is through
So I can give kisses and hugs to you too
I love you and miss you my dear

Well the Captain is calling, the fighting’s begun
I’ve put on my helmet, my vest; grabbed my gun
Say a prayer for me dear but now I’ve got to run
I love you and miss you my dear


Mdailey


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BRAND NEW ANGEL

"Dedicated to Janet my dear, dear cousin" Gone home to be with the Lord Oct 21, 2009 Today there is a new angel in Heaven Walking, and laughing at play I know our loved ones gone on before Welcomed her home to stay I would have loved to see her face As all the wonders she beheld As she realized she had a brand new body Oh the story she could tell I know she ran right to the Children She loved the little ones so That would be a wondrous heaven for her for with children her love flowed I am sure if there are Puppies and Kittens She's playing and holding them too All that was sweet and kind and soft She will find in her home so new We know you're in a much better place Than this cold old world down here And I know you're in HIS gentle arms So we have no need to fear You loved God while on this earth And you gave your life to Him He will open HIS loving arms to you What a peace we have within Someday we'll be there with you What a joyful day we'll see I know you'll be there waiting To show us all that heaven will be Thank you Lord for being there And the comfort we feel today No greater Love could heal this pain Than yours you've sent our way.


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Forgive Me

  Forgive me Lord for not being happy;
  with what I have and what I own,
  I feel so ashamed of myself;
  how I constantly moan and groan.

  I may not own everything material;
  like a nice house or a new car,
  but what I do have Lord;
  outweighs all of that and more.

  I have three healthy wonderful children;
  some women cannot conceive,
  Some children are very sick or dying;
  how their poor parents must grieve.

  My children receive three meals;
  each and every day,
  There are children who are starving;
  they are slowly wasting away.

  I get upset how small our home is;
  embarrassed the furniture is worn and old,
  some people have no home to go to;
  they sleep outside in the cold.

  I have a husband and three healthy children;
  They love me and I love them,
  I realize now I have truly been blessed;
  I will never complain again.


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Living the Dream

I am living the dream.
I stand here today,
Cannot believe what I am about to say,
But I am living the dream.
At times, it's tough
And it is not always easy.
I might be condemned
For choosing this path in life;
Some may think it's too bag of a risk.
When we give it our all,
Our passion and our might,
We can overcome and forget the fear
To become who we are meant to be.
I stand here today,
Another tear ready to wipe away:
You can do all you aspire to do!
Set your mind and never give up!
If I can do it,
You can too!
I can't believe I'm about to say this,
But I am living my dreams.
I am living the dream.


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Balancing Love Throughout

Rising up in the morning saying to me “I love you.”
Going in and fixing her coffee, saying her prayers too.
She sits and smiles just for me.
Her quiet time is now waking to the news of the day on TV.

After a while about 45 minutes or so, she begins her day.
Asking if I want breakfast loving in her actions in every way.
She pitters and cleans after the meal.
Never ever complaining, oh’ the loves she makes me feel.

Cleaning the home, cleaning others, as she is a home care provider.
Her career she loves, aiding the elderly and the infirm in our small desert area.
Loving caring for others she has the light of love for others in her eyes.
How she balances home and her job is amazing never saying she’s tired, it truly mystifies.

The lady has God given strength, is faithful to me and the Lord all the day through.
Out of love for others God gives her a light in her eyes all for others and me too.
Hopefully my brethren you have the love that I have in your life.
I surely have my blessings and have mine, my best friend, my love and my spiritual wife.


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Through the Violent Storm

I've walked the lonely battlefield, For countless years of torment, Listening to the blasts of the cannons, Hearing the blood-curdling cries of the fallen, Watching the exploding shells, Claim many of innocent lives. I see the roaring fires burn, Smelling flesh melting off bone, Breathing in nothing but death, That corrupts the land, Poisoning the waters and lost souls. I walked the burning fields, Feeling the paths of a thousand bullets, Concealing the weeping wounds, Feeling the numbness in my arms and legs, As the blood flows down my face, Washing away my past sins. I've been through the violent storm, And the horrors that it brought, Just to come home to you, The thought of you kept me going, I've said my goodbyes to the old life, Because we shall start a new. Love was always on our side, Death may have used me as it's pawn, Until I found God on the battlefield, In the form of a wounded dying man, And he led me home to you, The only place I belong, With the one I truly love.


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Nobody Home

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

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

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

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


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He'll be back 'round Sundown

There he goes again, takin’ off on that stud
I know he’ll come back all covered in mud.
It kills me, seein’ him leave
I’m afraid he’ll get hurt even though I know he’s not naïve.
He tells me he thinks about me while sittin’ ‘round the fire eatin’ beans
So then why does he still head out there by all means?
Herdin’ those cattle and movin’ them from town to town
Brings home the bacon, but always seems to get me down.
Seein’ my Cowboy leave breaks my heart
But when he arrives home I’m ‘specially happy we are no longer apart.
I hear his boots tiredly walkin’ up to the door
And just that alone makes me giddy galore.
I know it sounds absolutely silly
But holdin’ those rough chapped hands sure makes me happy.
When he smiles at me his nose crinkles
And I see that the long tough days have given him wrinkles.
It’s crazy how much he has changed
But I know he is still the amazin’ man I engaged.


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HOME

Home smells of favorite food
Of being oneself in any mood
Of  the comfort of a soft bed
Of the dog wishing to be fed

Home is where you invite friends
Where it is safe and secure within
Where family lives and cares
Where mom can kiss away a tear

Home is a place you always know
It is a place you can't outgrow
It is a place where dad is king
It is a place mom rules supreme

Home is where siblings fight and play
Where every emotion is on display
Where faith begins and hope is shared
Where love shelters from want and fear

Home lives within our hearts
The place from which we start
Home is family who love us anyway
The place where memories never fade.


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Macabee Hill

Macabee Hill  (Italian sonnet)

I passed by a brook and felt its chill,
walked through a field whose hay was now shorn,
bounded by maples and harvest corn
I left my home on Macabee Hill.
The song of a crow was beastly shrill
the cushy path was now sticks and thorn
I thought of our joy and felt forlorn
I missed my home on Macabee Hill.

Ahead through the mist was Franklin Mill
where my allegiance was warmly sworn
and you followed suit and it did thrill
an aching heart that was soon reborn.
I love my home on Macabee Hill
whose pageantry your face does adorn.


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Toys For Christmas

She came home from school looking blaise
Calmly I asked,  "How was your day?"
Silence followed with trembles from fright 
With outstretched arms, I'd make it alright.
 

"Talk to me please.... I'll help if I can"
"Well mom, she said, I'm pregnant, again"
I spoke in that moment , "When is it due?"
"Around the holidays," and instantly knew. 


There'd be Toys for Christmas, Santa Clause
Our family together and then we'd pause
To thank the Lord for his blessings above
Our house now a home filled with genuine love
 

So mothers out there whatever you do
Be kind of heart and help her get through 
Keep saying "I love you" with glee in your eye
It will all work out as long as you try!

(this story is 24 years old and we love our boy)
                                     ***


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He Loves Me Not

Your best friend spoke your name today That is when I moved my eyes to the floor Weve got unfinished business now You tell me you love me, you say you dont remember Go on love, go home to your son go to your guitars, your job, your wife I will be here alone, in my bedroom Finding my island, dreaming of you All day long I move through my memories as I walk past your favorite bar, the places weve met (the place we once made love) And I come home alone, lonely, lonely Then I look for you. Weve got loose ideas about love, baby Because you tell me you love me, I know you dont remember (and Im not smiling anymore) My friends, they come and they go away again They tell me that its wrong. They tell me that its right. My head is swimming. My heart is pounding. And Im still in love with you tonight.


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Love's Rhyme

The roof I see has fallen in …
The window panes all broke
But I know between its’ walls
‘t was Love inside we spoke

Its’ paint is cracked and faded
It’s foundation is askew
But … doesn’t match my memory
Of when our love was new

Within its’ walls time stood still
When I looked upon your face
But …Time and fate took its’ toll
And our fall away from grace.

The house will never see repair
And Time will not re-wind
And so I must recall
Former visions of my mind

We both have since found others
With whom to spend our time
Now we but remember:
Once we shared Love’s Rhyme


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A House or Home

They don't see the difference
Even though the reasons are shown.

There is, however, one main way
Perhaps some will even agree,
A house is a place you go to
But a home is where you want to be.

Filled with irreplaceable memories
Complete with laughter and joy,
A home is where children are raised
Not set aside like some old toy.

There's children’s special drawings
Proudly displayed on the wall,
This is a home without doubt
For in a house they aren’t found at all.

Redecorating as you all please
Each family member pitches in,
There’s messes and many silly acts
While having fun until the end.

So, just take a few minutes now
Carefully just take a look around,
Your sure to know its not a home
If there's no memories to be found.


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Type Love (female version)

I’m looking for a love like none other / one that can be took home to mother
given a seat on Sunday’s supper
 strong like my father or maybe even tougher.

See this love I’m looking for it’s that ghetto kind of hood like street type love/
that sloppy grandma kiss on the cheek type love
that moving to the rhythm of the beat type love
 that clownin in the club thinking of me type love
 that when you get home you’ll have something to eat type love
 kiss your neck, rub your back, massage your feet type love
 so spiritual, so real, so deep type love,
 when you are always on my mind. 

That’s when we’ll be together from the better through the worst type love
 when we’re hand and hand in the hood as well as church type love/
when you always real with me even when it hurts type love
when we take each others punches and wear each others blood.

		See yall don’t understand

I’m talking bout that unmistakable real life true story type love
that I’ll do anything except for nothing for you type love
 that no one but my creator comes before you type love
 that lost for words I just truly adore you type love.

I may be a fool but who cares cuz I got you type love
 I’m talking that Usher and Alicia Keys my boo type love/
That Jamie Fox doing what it do type love
 That soulful India Arie cuz he is the truth type love/
Even that Micheal Jackson it don’t matter if your black or white type love
 cuz when it comes down to it only you can do it right my love
 Ya know that Whitney and Bobby straight crazy type love
 then its that R Kelly going half on a baby type love
 all the way to that Jagged Edge let’s get married type love. 


Details | I do not know? | |

SuIcIdE aTtEmP!!!!!!!!!

                                      The Rope 

i gave u my heart, i gave u my soul now u want to set it free from everything......
So that night i came home not one word to my mother,
went straight up stairs n grabbed the rope.....
that was my only hope.....
when my father came home that night he ran straight to me room looked every where n then 
all of a sudden..... the door breaks off.....there is a letter on my desk that went like this...... i 
gave her everything n now she sets it free my only hope was the rope, dont blame ur self 
mom cause it wasnt u.....when i die did my grave n dig it deep from head to toe wit a simble 
that said i died for love wit a dove set free.......

                      i am sorry if i havent got back to any of u i ended up in the hospital for 
attempt of suicide..... the people that raped n beat me really messed me up sooo thanxs so 
much n please dont cut like me i love u all n my heart goes out to all of u


Details | I do not know? | |

A Hollow Shell

a hollow shell
of tangled synapses
sparked into gradual madness
which drowns out the truths of the day
as the mind reeks of the rotten sad moments
that swirl in the rancid soup of forgotten dreams
dreams that once traced a gentle path of innocence
dreams that reached for pure love’s tender touch
dreams now paralysed but once vivaciously alive
what became of those fresh dreams and hopes
as they lie mustily on dusty bookshelves
torn into shreds by time’s fine scimitar
devoid of the touch of raw passion
when all that remains of love is
a hollow shell


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Where are you now

Where are you now     I think about you day and night     How do I reach you     So I can make it right           I`ve called all your friends     Nobody has a clue      Can`t believe your gone     Can`t believe it`s true          Baby please come home     I want you back in my life Can`t live without you     My love, My woman, My wife          Remember I was your hero     I made it all come true     From the first time I saw you     Our love blossomed and grew      Never a harsh word between us     Together always,day and night    You never left my side  Your loving smile in plain sight          For years never turned my head     To look at a pretty face     With you my love at my side      The universe was in place          How do I tell you I`m sorry     My cries fall upon deaf ears     Saw me in bed with another woman     Left my world covered in tears          I put a bounty on our love     A reward to bring you back           You belong with me     Years ago we made a pact          Till death do us part     Through blue skies and stormy weather     Remember your vows     Promised to grow old together    Nobody can replace your love     Only one woman for me     You and I together     It was meant to be          Baby please come home     I want you back in my life     Can`t live without you     My love, My woman, My wife


Details | I do not know? | |

A Love Letter 2

I was waiting on a modem and had a trusted friend send you the last email. 
All confusion has left me. 
I feel so different, and such sweet serenity, solance at times, and waves of tears as thinking of the way people as you must feel about me. Finally by faith, perserverence I am healed and I am not dancing in public at any writing site.
I have written my sentiments and I am going back home to the foot hills that I am from. The elders in the next years are going to have what they call a house raisin' John! That is where all the neighbors get together and bring stuff, and when they raise the frame, its sort of celebrating, everyone is happy and they do not stop until it is done. 
They want me home John. I never fit in anywhere in the world, only there and its been a very rough road. I love you. This much I do know.
People that knew me before, think that I need MORE medication, because they do not know what has happened to me. It is sad in many ways, I cannot be myself around people that doubt me and I am really getting pretty because I am happy now. If some day you could ever forgive me from your heart for the estranged things I said out of context and for being mean, decitful and jeleous, I hope you can find that in your heart?
Will you know I love you when I say nothing? Will you fade away? Will you never know who I am.?
I honestly can lone those foot hills the rest of my life. I will love you still through the silent nights, the winds cease and the shadows leave, for more and more I find a friend in Jesus.
I don't want hurt anymore, and the times we had, the seasons we beared, was not nice, not as love should be. Yet I am so full of life at the possibility of my love that I kept so securely hidden in innocence, to one day reveal my truth of my love to one in my life would be so tender and gentle to me. I'll be walking the dirt roads, where noone has ever walked beside me or held my hand.
I've seen enough of this world and it hurts me but love is not dirty back where I'll reside. Loning through life, your love will always be there, you said you would be there in spirit and I belive that so much. I just cannot fit in with people baby,  and I was hurt so deeply that after many years, I couldn't reveal how I truly felt becuse I built a barrier so no one would hurt me. You helped me know love, and forever I will love you. Love shouldn't be dirty at all.
I just want to go home.


Details | Crystalline | |

Frozen in Crystalline - Number 1

Hidden in airy snow harsh and cold,                                                                                                                                        yet a warm glow where love does grow.


Details | Free verse | |

The Casting of The Rope

The casting of the rope imbues me with the power to sail away,
It seems like such a final thing though I know I’ll return some day.
My love I leave behind, for he wouldn’t sail the deep blue sea.
His love for his home and books, was greater than the love he held for me.

I wish I could have stayed, but the sea my heart does truly call.
Waves, wind, and motion, will always hold me in their thrall.
The horizon beckons my name, along with every waiting port of call.
While his nose is in his books, I will truly experience it all.

I will view the sites as only, living it can bring,
I will hear the sounds and smell the smells; life brings into being.
I will know the language of the dolphins and the power of the sea,
I will feel the mighty wind and the salt spray, as they come to me.

In each port I will savor the flavor of their foods, as I would savor him.
So why, oh why, will my true love not consent to be with me, in truth?
I laid my heart at his feet and bared all my soul as it is, in the end…
But he cast the ropes and my yearning heart free, he would not unbend.

So there he lingers in his home, while my heart and home are upon the sea. 
Why, oh why, would my true love… not consent to come with me?


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Jesse Jackson - Kosovo Mission

      JESSE JACKSON - KOSOVO MISSION
         Belgrade, 1999
They thought to the west 
and the homes they all knew
in a meloncholy dark and blue,
these three of a kind on a mission of peace,
these three knights willing to die for you.

America's best
they had dreams of their own,
but now held in a land and alone
where everything is hate and loose in a world
that beats with a heart of stone.

A man from the south;
of their home now unreal,
like a dream time can never steal;
who had hope still alive that love conquers all,
and a love he'll always feel.

His sword was his word,
and he spoke them so well;
they tolled like a liberty bell
Jesse Jackson was truth and light from us all
and the three are now home from hell.


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Every Lost

	My soul does not move
As people's gazes 
	Through a night that has failed.
 
From "Inland"


Details | Verse | |

Too soon

Sweet angel you rise up to the heavens 
Leaving behind the love that you share 
Many you have known have been touched by your spirit 
Now you travel on your way home 
Your memory will live in the hearts of those who 
Who love you 
Passed on they become a part of who we are 
bright smiles and sparkling eyes 
Will always warm our heart s
As you travel on your way home 
No pain, no worries, you have been released 
Basking in the light of a far better place 
You look down and smile to ease our pain 
From a place you now call home 
Your halo rises in the morning sky
And the light it casts
Will be the spirit that guides us
and brings us comfort 
With each passing day the tears we now share
Will slowly turn to smiles
For we will remember the joy
You brought to us
 this joy will be ours to share
the love that came from your smiles
will become the smiles we share with others
some day we will be together again
when we  head out on our journey home


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Conscience police

 Conscience police 
  
I try to be happy before 
But it didn't work out right 
So I had a few drinks today 
But end up in a fight 
  
 Rejected by a girl in a bar 
Cause I wasn't a Don Juan 
Came out to go home 
And my car was gone 
  
Walk to get a bus 
And the rain starts to fall 
Try to cross the street 
And I slip and fall 
  
If you can't change it 
Then you have to let it be 
That's just a little philosophy 
According to me 
  
This is my life now 
Ever since I lost my peace 
To a girl who should be arrested 
By the conscience police 
  
She trick me very good with 
An olive branch in her hand 
She led me to the sacrifice 
Like a helpless lamb 
  
And the sad thing about it 
Is she feels she done no wrong 
She made me so weak 
But I guess it made her strong 
  
It's been years ago 
But seems like yesterday 
She's Always in my mind 
And won't go away 
  
Think I need an ice cream 
With cherry toppings 
Must be some cart de or 
Don't like Baskin Robbins 
  
 Going to walk tonight 
Rain stopped and the stars look nice 
And when I reach home 
Will get drunk with brandy on ice 
  
If you can't change it 
Then you have to let it be 
That's just a little philosophy 
According to me


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Make Yourself at Home in my Heart

The other day I was talking with you 

You're so easy to talk to

we discuss our points of view

and all the stuff that we've been through


I'm in love with love they say

sure I'm searching everyday 

I hope you can come out and play

cause there's something that I hope you can do


You can make yourself at home in my heart

there's an empty place your welcome to fill

it doesn't matter that we're so far apart

You don't have to, but I hope you will

make yourself at home

in my heart


Lady how the time does fly

I know you're crazy and so am I

some day we might give us a try

but for now, let's watch the world go by

I bet if I could be with you

a lot of things would feel brand new

I bet there would be laughter too

and we would never want to die 


If you could make yourself at home in my heart

There's an empty place I want you to fill

it don't matter if we're light years apart

You don't have to but I hope you will

make yourself at home

in my heart


I see no need now to be coy

I know I'm acting like a little boy

You don't know how much I enjoy

every minute that goes by


When you share your words with mine

feels like things will work out fine

I hope that I'm not out of line

If I come right out and say


You can make yourself at home in my heart

there's an empty place you're welcome to fill

doesn't matter that we're so far apart

You don't have to, but I hope you will

Just make yourself at home

in my heart

You'll never be alone

in my heart 


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My Secret

All I see is sadness,
Unfairness and loneliness.
And the saddest song
Ever sung, I heard. 

When I’m dead and buried,
My loneliness will end.
But the unfairness around,
That, will never end.

The woman I left behind,
Will wait in the unlived place.
Her smile as the sun,
Will warm my cold heart.

I wait, surrounded by flesh,
She waits, with my ancestors.
Along with my brothers above, 
She waits my homecoming.

Though to death I race on,
My earthly friends ever remembered
But home is where lies the heart,
My heart is torn far from here.


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My Wife, You Hold My Very Life

My Wife, You Hold My Very Life


You rest my weary soul you do
             in the mist of your love
I wonder at the bessings you send my way
             I truly and sincerely do
Wonderous are your charms and gay laughter
  yes, it was always your love I was after

Yes, we watched the sunset to our own paradise
          in the sweet heaven together we made
I marvel at your spirit that wrapped me into bliss
  yes, it was your love and hope that gave me this!
Storms of passion, truth's love revealed and you that stayed

You rest my worries upon your steady wisdom and wit
            in loving you waste not a bit
I rest my life in the love ,family and life we made
            in the blessed home we share
A mountain of love resides ever so deeply there!
  my darling , my wife, you made my world , my life! 

Robert L. 05-09-2014

Free verse is fun.... even easier when smitten with love and grace of a truly fine woman..


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Love into a home

Just waking up,
wondering where your at.
Not recognizing the room.
Then remembering,
it's the new house.
Its nice, simple.
Quiet for a while.
Get up to go to the bathroom,
forgetting hes right there,
then coming back, remembering.
Laying next to him,
head on his chest.
Beating of his heart,
the calm breathing,
feeling the warm love from his body.
Feels so good, to be loved like this.

Getting up later that morning,
Still unpacking, wandering around.
Laughing and having fun.
Enjoying the time with him,
loving every moment of it.
Running and making fun,
chasing and catching.
Making a house, into a home.
Being filled with people that love you most.
The best feeling there is,
is being loved. 
Even they arn't your family.
But soon enough,
they will be family. 
Even if the don't,
they will always be my family.


Details | I do not know? | |

Still Broken

In a dream I call your name my
Fate sweet Persephónē this wounded
Heart beseeches your return broken
Bottles and razorblades adorn my 
Wrists streaming blood my escape still
Broken my soul awaits your homecoming
My muse or death shall be my best friend in
Rushes of red I am delivered to your doorstep this
Long journey has taken it's toll and I am barely
Able to knock no answer porch lights have caught
Fire and left scorched my welcoming party of
None desires into one and your arms have forgotten
To exist so no hugs greet my tears still broken glass
Shards to wipe my feet home sweet home written
In a shade of crimson all too familiar it’s scent causes my
Veins to reminisce tis their lover wind howls through 
Cracks in broken windows reflect intimate evils
Stalk minute instances of joy on shoulders whispering
Them to the dark side sinners bearing halos so we
Don’t mind strolling condemned to hell the 
Rooms in this house I remember them well your
Bedroom our playground no longer beckons 
My games and my tongue begs to forget how
Your four lips taste broken cups spilling 
Amnesia to the curve up your thighs now a 
Cobweb sanctuary broken darkness the light 
Above my head no longer visits for it’s still
Broken…


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Take Me Home

Take me home, 
But it will be okay.
What if we can be a role model for someone else?
Then I'll stay.


Details | I do not know? | |

The letter that won't make it home

Hey my love,
I cant wait for you to read this...
I want to imagine that smile on your face that I miss.
Anyway...I have some good news,
I'm comin home next week.
I can't wait to hold you in my arms again...
to be with you my love, my best friend.
I have seen so much terrible things over here,
I have also lost a few friends as well.
I feel like I did something good,
and I finally get to leave this hell.
I can't wait to get away from all this sand,
sometimes the heat is almost to much to bare...
almost two years in this desert land,
but home now feels so near.
I want you to know...
I'm going to try my hardest,
to be who I was before I left.
It might be hard for me at first...
I know we'll be okay,
because I love you until my dying breath.
I have to cut this letter short....
............tell my family that I said hi.
I love you so damn much....
but I have to say goodb!!!!!...................


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Slip of your smile

Slipping into a familiar groove,
I dip into trouble, at first obscure,
And then the harder stuff, baby please reprove!
Before my heart - the streets procure;
Because its your home my mind behooves.
I want to lay sweet in your demure,
And find peace in the slip of your smile-
I know in that slip there is no guile.

But I dip into trouble and I dip out.
Where were you anyway. With your lip, 
Saying, "Baby don't do that, Let's see this out!"
Saying, "Baby, don't you make me crack this whip!"
Say, why don't you make me stay home for take out?
Baby, before it began - You gave the slip.
Well I can weave a web, and weave.. and weave...
But you can give the slip all the while I believe


Details | Free verse | |

To a Fellow Sailor

Docked on an opposite shore,
peering through round portholes
as the river who flowed me to different landscapes
slips past, current furious:
not quite a pleasure cruise.
No swimming pools splashing over onto the smooth wood
of a polished deck furnished with plastic, 
but stormy excursions into the foamy sea,
threats of sinking, of capsizing, of mutiny. 

I miss that ocean; I didn’t think 
I would love him so much,
but, after my boat wobbled in the foam
and I slipped into the sea without a life-vest,
after I submerged my head with the dolphins and squids
and waited for the water to transform me
into a finned mermaid with oysters in my hair,
I felt at home in its salty swiftness,
safe in its kelpy arms, hidden in its coral fortresses.

And when my tongue, dried from salt and solitude,
began to salivate for the buttery sunshine,
something issued an anchor
into the sockets where my wisdom teeth once grew,
and I surfaced, dripping salt water, breathing. 

And although the chain between us
has since grown rusty with tugging and pulling,
new docks, different boats and captains,
the sea is still easily crossed,
as easily as music attaches itself 
to cold moonlight.

So, maybe our boat has hit a few icebergs – 
but the Eskimos have patched the holes 
with pine needles and chocolate syrup;
and the boiler room doesn’t make me sweat and sigh– 
but it leaves me with a tight chest and 	
the warmth felt when, 
returning after a long voyage, you finally see 
the shores of home . 

I love you still, brother:
and the sails are full of wind.


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Broken Promise

As i waved you goodbye the day that i left

A loving embrace and the tears that were wept

To the poppyfields of france we answered the call

So many young lives lost and its here that i fall

My mind wanders back to when i last saw you

My promise to you that this we would get through

The crossing of my heart to our young son and daughter

That daddy would be back home come hell or high water

Remember me.......

Forgive me my loved ones for a promise spoken

Im sorry i wont be coming home i lie here bleeding and broken

Forgive me.........

To the left and the right of me my comrades lie still

But never to see my family again though is the bitterest pill

I see in my minds eye the life i am leaving

I see the pain of my loved ones there crying there grieving

But be still my love for you have no more tears to weep

My pain will soon be over then eternal sleep

So think of me warmly and this price i have paid

And when your time comes my love do not be afraid

For i shall be waiting here to take you by the hand

To kiss you embrace you and lead you to gods golden land

Together again in eternity.......Forever


Details | Free verse | |

The Missing Piece

She has always loved jigsaw puzzles
as far back as he can remember
she gets at least one a year
and leaves it on the kitchen table until it's done
she gets the 1000 piece puzzles now
her latest one is of lighthouses

They talk a lot on the phone
he started college a couple months ago
she loves to hear about his day
anything, everything he does
it doesn't matter what they talk about
because all she really wants to hear

is his voice

"I've been working on this thing since August"
he can tell she's really irritated
"1000 pieces, and I can't find the last damn piece"
he tries not to let her hear him chuckle
she has no idea how funny she is when she gets mad
it's November and after all the time she's put into it
she's sitting there on the other end of the phone
totally pissed because one piece is missing
"And it's right in the center where it's glaringly obvious"

When he walked in the door, he could smell the pumpkin pie
it was great to be home for Thanksgiving
he almost fell over when he came in the door
because she ran through the kitchen
and threw herself at him, laughing
and crying, and he spun her around

She's so happy he's home for a few days
he's going to help her put up the Christmas tree
just like they've been doing for years over the Thanksgiving holiday
she's also hoping she can talk him into steam cleaning the carpet
and replacing the balcony screen door

"Tomorrow I'm getting the turkey in early so we can eat by noon"
Any time was fine with him, as long as he can be here
"I'll make you a sandwich while you put your stuff away"
He walked past the kitchen table towards his room
"And if I'm lucky, maybe he'll find that damn puzzle piece" she mumbled under 
her breath
With his bag slung across his shoulder
He glanced at the jigsaw puzzle
"That's great" he thought to himself as he noticed

The center piece isn't missing anymore


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Don't Wake Me Til I'm Home Again

The weekend went by too fast
my time with you never lasts enough
Wake me up when I’m home again
My joy has set 
and I must wait
to be happy again
Time ticks by
ever slowly
being so far away
is a torture unholy
Wake me up when I’m home again
Pressing on
for your love
a blessing I don’t deserve
In your absence
the days are long
I grow tired
and struggle to stay strong
I crawl into
bed at night
pretending you 
are holding me tight
Wake me up when I’m home again
Wake me up when I’m home again
Wake me up when I’m home again


Details | I do not know? | |

Fallen Girl

Swelling within a night with gin
a dog howls at the sin.

Swallowing lust within her bust
a fitful man will be dust.

Destined to reveal a much fevered mate
last morn be at her plate.

Leaving the home of past
to return to a unpleasant task.

Fallen girl get up and make
this home stand straight.
It is you that has played a time or two
now make this pain fall away.

A time of scorn and hate
determined the life that was to break.

Torn between two she had the game
the girl will play their fate.

Smirking with pleasure 
she forgets the weather.

Dark and gloomy the soul is done
a passion to be loved is now by none.

Fallen girl get up and make
this home stand straight.
It is you that has played a time or two
now make this pain fall away.


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My own little garden

My dearest little garden
that grows my plants
The finest yard of numerous
that holds my beauty
My wholeness that grants my draft.
My obese garden that stays and stands
Even though you know I am a Yokel.
I owe you much
My till, till and till.
My own mine, I whole you all
Cos you have stood by me
In no place and less vacuum.


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

WRITING A LETTER TO A SOLIDER

I’m writing a letter today to a solider that I know
To let him know how I miss and love him so
And when he returns to Colorado springs
He will see that he is my everything 
And with him I have all I need, yes indeed So
Tommarow morning I will mail this letter that will read something like this
Dear David, I cant wait untill you come home,
Because I miss you so much and sometimes when I am afraid I pretend you’re here with me
Like when I feel alone and I hear the phone ring my heart sings hoping it is you
Calling to say Jane I love you and miss you too,
Yes I do , Just know I will be coming home sometime soon,
So tommarow night I will be alright I will just stay home and sit by the fireplace
Daydreaming of you imaging I see your face while I think of what it will be like
When you finaly call to say, Jane I’m on my way home, and I have miss you so ,
And yes I know you have too ,
Because you love me and I love you,
Yes I love you, I love you , I love you  so
Oh I’m just siting here writing a lettter to a solider that I know
To let him know I miss and love him so.


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Venus Blue Eyes

Her long hair was the color of pure gold
But it was her eyes a sight to behold
Sapphires of the clearest solid blue
Her eyes were eyes of love so true

Her hands were always warm to the touch
She seemed to glow but never to much
It is if she burned with a furnace of body heat
Sugary sweets the sweet girl love to eat

But she was shapely and ever so thin
That internal fire burned those calories within
Her lips shine of a faint florescent blue
Her silky smooth skin was of a soft violet hue

Her legs were long her feet were small
And for a young girl she seemed a little tall
She loved the Sun absorbed energy through her skin
She loved to run she was as fast as the wind

As smart as she was ever so pretty
But her intelligence was graceful not at all nerdy
Every boy loved her with all his heart
Every girl wished back home she would depart

Her voice was as sweet as the sirens song
She could sing so soft but it sounded strong
Her laughter made her tiny nose wiggle
At this the earth boys and girls giggled

If she wanted to she could think out loud
She knew our thoughts and of this was proud
Her breast were as shapely as a new peach
But always seemed out of every boys reach

She knew our earth boy thoughts and let it be understood
Little girls from Venus were pure and always very good
Still after school I walked her home holding her hand
It warmed me over with a feeling so grand

One night at the school dance we floated in the air
In those eyes my soul was caught by her stare
Cacia Varia she kissed me with those sweet tender lips
And with that my heart she has since forever kept

Earth girls are pretty and some I really like
But the girl from Venus our souls are woven tight
I'm just a boy praying for my dreams to realize
That is on my wedding night to love my Venus blue eyes


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For You

As I lay under these stars,
So many thoughts race through my mind.
You see I have traveled long and far,
At times loved ones left far behind.
Though they were always with me in thought,
I can never get back all I have missed.
Like that of a loving touch that can’t be taught,
Or the feeling of the moisture of her kisses upon my lips.

I’ve wrestled with so many ideas in my mind,
They all lead back to you.
To come home and hold you close and tight,
Never to let you go until my last breath passes through.
I’ve heard the whispers in the air my love,
As I see my tears collect upon the ground.
For your voice is carried on the wings of a dove,
To my ears it brings such a beautiful sound.

Your eyes pierce deep into my soul with every gaze,
You give me strength when I’ve been weak and tired.
When I was lost you were there to make me feel safe,
Together we have a love and passion growing wild.
How I just want to come home to you my dear,
Will you just reach out your hand?
Standing with you I’ve never worried over any of life’s fears,
Without you here I feel only half the man.
So will you lay with me under these stars?
You can hear all the words that I still want to say.
Sharing such a loving intimacy which will always be ours,
I’ll love you with all of my heart till the end of my days.


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I'm Ready

It's only been a little while, since we both said Goodbye.
The pain I felt is better, and I feel no urge to cry.
I thought my life was over when you found somebody new. 
But life goes on, and I was wrong...I can get over you. 

I finally can drive by your house and not be filled with gloom.
I can resist that urge to drive my car right through your room! 
The thought of someone else inside, where I once used to dwell,
No longer makes me feel like I am being put through Hell. 

I never felt the love I should have known while living there.
Sometimes I cried myself to sleep alone in deep despair.
Uncertainty and fear was what I felt most of the time,
Knowing that dishonesty and cheating were your crimes.

I finally found the strength to do what I knew should be done.
Get out of there and start anew; the future had begun.
You told me you were sorry and my pain you couldn't bear.
You knew I couldn't stay once I had learned of your affair. 

And yet you helped me build the house that I call home these days,
It's not too big, it's not too small, It's just right, I would say.
I once could see you here in every room within this place.
But, time has dimmed the memory; someday there'll be no trace. 

I never will forget you, for you taught me well, you see.
I've been afraid to look for love since you moved on from me.
You had no problem finding just what you were looking for, 
But I was left to wonder, "Could I somehow have done more?" 

There's no way I could keep you where you didn't want to be,
Nor would I want to know you were unhappy here with me.
Perhaps the one who took my place inside your home and heart,
Will know what steps to take so you will never drift apart. 

I wish her luck, because she doesn't know the real you yet. 
The ties that bind will weaken when she sees that you'll forget
The promises you made to love and honor will be gone
And soon, like me, she'll once again be sleeping all alone.

I want so much to just move on and put the past behind
I yearn for someone new to love, whose heart is true and kind,
I search the eyes and faces of most everyone I see,
In hope that someday soon my soulmate recognizes me.

I'm ready now to open up my heart and love again
Someday I'll find someone who'll take a chance on me, but When?
I know the wait will be worth all the pain and all the tears,
But part of me can't help but feel I've wasted all these years. 


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Listen

Baby can you put the time in to listen to what i have to say?
 Can you do me this one solid and ill speak no more?
 No longer will my life be defined by a schedule, no longer will your thoughts ventriloquism my tounge!
 Birds flock but  EAGLES SOAR!
 Five to many wishful chances..... Im done.
 
Listen
 
Im tired of starring, talking, and listening to these painted walls.
 They constantly answer me back with agony, despair, and pain.
 Im taking back who I am!
 For you amongst my cheeks it shall neva eva again rain.
 
Listen
 
I gave you the motions of a able clock but you chose to acknowledge me once maybe twice at years glance.
 Broken!
 
Baby witness my stance....
 UNBREAKABLE!
 
Listen
 
My bags were packed when i fell for you and now my heart flies 1st class.
 
Here's a gift to deal with my birth...........
 
 My old mask!


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The End Of Tuvalu

To the bottom of the ocean,
where the fish can only dream,
to the bottom of the ocean,
to build our graves-
among the sea.

Tuvalu, Tuvalu-
our home and friend,
our birth place-
and end;
we love you.

To the bottom of the ocean,
clutching sand with grasping nails,
to the bottom of the ocean,
our pleas for help-
have sadly failed.

Tuvalu, Tuvalu-
our home and friend,
our birth place-
and end;
we love you.

To the bottom of the ocean,
to the bottom of the coral reef,
where our homes have been neglected-
to rot in silence beneath the sea.

Please don't forget us.

- Tuvalu is an island nation that is sinking to the bottom of the ocean due to rising sea
levels caused by climate change.

To those of you who still feel that global pollution isn't a problem, you have been taken
in by gas company propaganda. People who would sell their own mother to slavery to protect
their profits, much less allow a whole race of people to sink to their deaths.

If you still think that man made global warming is a lie then you have to fly to Tuvalu
and stand in the waist high water and tell the Tuvalu people why you think they should die.


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Chico the Wino

He drifted into town one day.
We didn't ask his name
Or where he came from.
(Some guessed way up north.)
They called him Chico the Wino.

We didn't muse or ponder
That he was some mother's son --
Jack or Joe or Jim or John --
Who went over there
And couldn't go home again.

We didn't know what he did in the war
Or what the war did to him.

We were just boys
Not quite men,
But he let us be his friends.
He was old -- maybe 25.
His hair was thick and white.
We marveled at that
But we didn't ask why.
His skin was smooth and tan
Except for a circle
Where a ring had been.

He wasn't melancholy or grim --
He could tell a lie or spin a yarn
Or joke and laugh with the guys
 (Except for his eyes)

We found him one day on his cot
Clutching his last bottle of Muscatel.
In his other hand an ancient tin
Crammed with medals
And one golden band.

Somewhere a mother mourns
For Jack or Joe or John or Jim --
For the son who went over there
And never came home again.

Somewhere a young bride
Touches the pillow where he had lain --
The lover who never returned --
And weeps for what might have been.

The mother's son,
The young bride's lover
Were lost far away
In a violent land
And now Chico the Wino
Has at last found what he sought;
His war is over; Peace is bought.


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A Soldier,s Coming Home...

A decorated soldier a flag,a purple heart,
something meant to celebrate just tore their lives apart.

Friends and family gather we bow our heads to pray,
A soldiers coming home but they"ll bury him today.

We all call him a hero he fought just to protect,
never had a doubt not one single regret.

God, my heart goes out to his family and friends,
so many hearts are broken so many lives to mend.

To me he was a stranger I don,t even know his name,
still he fought for me and treated all the same.

Someone has lost a son a brother, or a dad,
that part really hurts me and makes me really sad.

We know that he,s in heaven with our precious Lord above,
A soldier,s coming home today God please give him my love.


God bless his family and God I will pray.
I dedicate this to the young soldier that died in Iraq
in 2010.  From S.C God bless all..
 


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Without You

I’m not ok
A week has come and gone
You are still  not here with me
Waiting for the court to say you can come home to me
Afraid you are that mommy will forget you, but how could I
So precious to me you are my son
Oceans I have cried since they took you away from me
They say that I hurt you, I hurt you badly
But it wasn’t me, 
I couldn’t do  what they say I’ve don
My world you have been for over the past Eleven years
Holding you, reassuring you that  no mater what comes I’ll be their for you
Doctors told me years a go that you would always be special
You were different, respiratory problems such as asthma,  and allergies you would have
Sesser’s to, and learning would not be easy ether for you
I just smiled and said that’s ok I’m his mommy and we’ll be fine
I’ll care for him don’t you worry for can’t you see he’s my little man
Loving, holding, caring, and protecting  you that is all I know to do
So wile your away, till you come home to me, and for eternity
 these things I will do for this is all I know to do


This I write for my little man Wain, I know God will bring you home where you belong with 
me and the rest of  your family. We love and miss you  Wain!!!!


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The Calling

And you oh Father judge of all mens hearts
have examined the core of our secret parts
for each mans conscience knows what is True
and has his choice of what he listens to

Those whose works are harmful have aversion to the Light
for they wish all deeds to be hidden away from sight
Oh Father the hearts the Son of Man could see
how is it possible the gift be given we

Those whom the Father loves with them he shares his mind
for those who want the Truth the shining Path will find
for he can see your thoughts and your hearts intent
those who want the Truth and how your thoughts are spent

All the things of man are preserved in your Book
the Lamb of God will unseal and within will look
all those doing righteousness will into kingdom come
the workers of whats harmful and the liars be undone

From the abundance of the heart does each one speak
and how you judge another in oneself will complete
my spirit my God is molded by your hand
I listen to your discipline and your reprimand

Oh beloved children you are close to his heart
sought he has your redemption from the very start
the wayward sons left their home and into Egypt ran
spent their inheritance on things that will not stand

God freely offers Life within his heart and home
with a Loving family on need never be alone
come break bread together fellowship do share
let Gods loving kindness give your heart repair

Return to your Fathers house and his grand estate
with open arms he'll take you home and repatriate
precious to the Father is every child born
why live in rebellion and loss of Love do mourn

As the Word of God foretold
this dispensations end behold
the age of Gods Kingdom to unfold
spoken by the ancients in days of old

Those who know the Truth watch in great delight
God will collect together those precious in his sight
come you who are laden heavy give to him your pain
embraced within his loving arms be free to Love again

sources IICor 2:16 Hebrews 3:1-6 Phil.2:6-8
Ephesians 2:19 IIPeter 1:10 Isaiah 54:5

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Round and Round

Funny how all these branching roads
so frequently turn into circles.

Before, I dreamed of adventure.
I dreamed of service, of travel,
of the unknown; of things
few others get to claim.

And now that such are mine,
or elsewise in easy reach,
I find the impending voyage home
more than luxurious, more than exquisite;
I just want this road to circle there
for longer than this brief visit -
but ever will it lead on.

Before, I made my way
by the touch of my muse,
the caress of the wind,
arms of the rain and light of the moon.

For months I was grounded,
viciously, to reality; forced to walk
amid an effusion of sweat, pain, and pride.
And now that those two worlds
have finally met,
I'm gradually circling back
to the more ephemeral world of yesteryear.

Before, I yearned for love -
longed for the sweet embrace
of one desired and devoted;
one to walk with, truly akin by the heart.

Now, 'tis much the same -
'twas put on pause for a time,
and I can't speak with certainty
on whether I was closer then, or now.
But after that hiatus from the heart,
I've quickly made my way 'round,
to dreams of a woman who laughs and dances in the rain.

You watch yourself move on,
change a little.
You look in the rear-view mirror
as you drive these dark, foggy roads -
you watch growth and tremors
in your reflection in the pond,
and see the past in the future.

The circle of life isn't simply
a song, an idea -
'tis a sight that unfolds before every eye,
if one cares enough to watch.


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Retired

Head bent face down
In dressing gown
He left his house,
A little mouse.
Tuesday was the garbage day,
At home he'd wander
At home he'd stay.
His aging wife chose different ends
Why stay at home,
Go out with friends                                                                                                            The man recalled his days of fame,
Now nothing more than days of shame.
He watched the cothers count the hours,
They talked the past of long lost powers.
Once he dealt with stocks and cash,
Now he dumped the household trash.
She'd be home by eight tonight,
As dusk would fall they'd always fight.
Yet soon for both the pain would end,
His old war gun his greatest friend.


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come home my child

Come home my child
for my Love for you I can not hide
Come home my child 
for to you my arms are open wide
I am sorry if somehow we have not been able to stay in touch
but you can be assured that I Love you very very much
Come home my child
you are the apple of my eye
you mean everything to me
and that's the way it will always be
Come home my child
I'll welcome you no matter what you say or do
come home my child 
my Love will always be here for you 
I understand if you need to take a little more time
for in my heart you'll always be mine.

How much parents dote on their children and Love them so much, We are all Gods' children 
and he Loves' us more than anything, he waits for us to return home just like any Loving 
parent does, he waits with his arms open wide, his door will never be closed when you knock 
he will answer, to all Gods' Lost children everywhere he truly Loves you and he will always 
care, Just call on him and he will be there.  God bless you all from Diane.


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ABODES

There isn’t a place I haven’t abode
a river mansion or a tree by the road
in a multitude of places not our home
from commune havens to being alone

Was cold and hungry and lived on the street
with two small children and nothing to eat
I asked you to care and you threw us away
erased all my words despised what I say

We’ve slept in the fields and a bus stop bench
none who cared to help when in a pinch
I’ve seen men at their worst and their best
the crazy ones who took us in as their guest

Lived in house that had no doors
got one now by the oceans shores
I have lived with plenty and without a dime
the people I remember gave us their time

The sectarian churches have I attended
but so few hearts their revivals amended
no sect can save you when you stand before God
if you haven’t learned love your thoughts still flawed

I’ve been coast to coast livin’ on the street
the stories I can tell bout the people we meet
the cars that stopped with sacks for a meal
so the children had milk and oranges to peel

I’ve been close to heaven definitely hell
felt the sleep of death for preference dwell
the most important lesson I ever learned
it is by the forge my wisdom earned

I’ve read the Bible so many times
stories of love and hate for hearts reminds
what a man would do to acquire affection
cave to opinions to avoid rejection

I know I will always consider you
knowing I don’t know what you’ve been through
you can rest assured I’m here to learn
my choices are the only ones I can turn

I could wax eloquent on prophecy
but like Paul don’t matter if loves not in me
to every kind of learning sold my soul
but if you don’t count my hearts not whole

So much in life we have to consider
experiences that can help or hinder
the so called guidance that many teach
a whole new Talmud do they preach

Funny thing in the Word of God
they were royalty or in sandals shod
one can never judge by their appearance
by their outside to truths adherence

I read every mythology by grade seven
all their thoughts bout hell and heaven
the Bible teaches that death is sleep
till the resurrections judgments keep

If you don’t examine all things taught
you won’t know the lies that live in thought
if you think you already know all truth
and that learning is only sought in youth

When you’ve unraveled the knowledge of the universe
and fully apprehend and can death reverse
when you are perfect and my attention demand
and like my Lord extend understand

I’ll always give a care bout who you are
but if Loves not your teacher you’re not my STAR
if you don’t seek love for earths family
what possible connection could you find in me

COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC


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You Are My Home

I wish that I could take a Kodak
and be able to really take you back with me
I wish that this moment could last forever
while we take advantage of 
this perfect cuddling weather
Sitting here in each other’s arms
chair reclined
and blanket on us
watching movies from when we were kids
They say
that home is where the heart is
and quite simply
my home is where you are
You are my comfort,
my sanity,
my happy thoughts
and hope
The one person in which I can confide
and never have to hide
a single part of me
You are my home
and you are where my heart is


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Love is

Love is....

Love is 
two people finding the one 
you have always been searching for

Love is
two hearts one soul 
on the same blessed path

Love is 
accepting me for just who I am
somehow you see right into my imperfect soul
and you love me anyway

Love is 
not being afraid 
to share with each other what is in our hearts

Love is 
the way you touch me
lightly grazing my fingertips

Love is
the way you make me melt into your arms
and make me feel so protected and secure

Love is
the way I see you looking at me
when I glance your way


Love is
the ways you make me feel so cherished
each and every day

Love is
the way you miss me
and are not afraid to tell me so

Love is
you loving my heart 
when I share my life stories with you

Love is
the peaceful home we have found
in each other’s arms

Love is
me loving you
just as much as you love me…

Love is
all we'll ever need 





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Circles

I spend my nights awake, writing what is true.

I spend my days asleep, wishing to be with you.

Lost in these dreams that lay inside,

When left outside in reality, I hide.

I love you with everything I have

And I’ll give you everything I can

I love you with every part of me,

You have everything I am.

Fallen apart, and left in pieces

locked outside of every haven

dust gathers and drifts warmth away

deceiving, capturing what is fake

Circles, my mind keeps running in circles

Circles, round my thoughts again

Circles round the people in my life

They’ve gone away but back they came

Circles come and go

Roll around and see their way back

Toss around in my mind

Everything I couldn’t hide

All my hopes

All my dreams

Everything I wished could be

Hope for this and Hope for that

Nothing is left when I leave the best

Come home soon

Come home fast

Everything is gone with everything I have

But still, I love you more than I can say.


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The day my life ended

The day we met
My life began
We both knew it was love
Our hearts were one and our minds the same
Until that hot summers day
You were driving home to see me
After a hard days work
You never made it home that night
You weren’t far from home when it happened
A car came from round the corner
It was moving too fast
You didn’t have time to move 
It was over in seconds, the pain faded soon
You were gone and they were alive, thats all I knew
My eyes were full of tears, my heart full of pain
I knew I’d never seen you again
My life ended that day


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POW - MIA

POW – MIA


Grandma, when Grandpa went to Vietnam
And left you at home alone
Did you ever think he wouldn't return
And be forever gone

No, dear I thought he'd be back
And never leave again
But that crazy war in Vietnam
Was one we couldn't win

Well, Grandma, where is he now
Is he still fighting the war
Will he ever come home to be with us
Why did he go so far

My child your Grandpa had to go 
And fight for freedom's sake
But he won't be coming home again
And that's so hard to take

But Grandma, if he's not coming home
Why did he have to stay
I'd like to see Grandpa again
So he and I could play

Well, son I'm sorry to tell you this
There is no other way
Your Grandpa may be a prisoner of war
Or what the Army calls MIA

Well, why is he in prison
Did he commit a crime
I don't understand, Grandma
It's been a long, long time

Yes, dear, you're right, it's been so very long
Since Grandpa went away
But all the love he gave to us
Is with us every day

You're right Grandma
He really did love us all
He had to go to Vietnam
To answer his country's call

My child you are so very wise
And one day you'll understand
Your Grandpa had to go and fight
For the freedom of our land

Grandma, I love you so
And I'll never go away
I won't leave you home alone
Home is where I'll stay

Thank you dear, that's very kind
But Grandma will be alright
I love you too
God is my guiding light

He's my light too, just like Grandpa said
He's always by our side
He helps us every day
And dries the tears we've cried


	Curtis Moorman
	June 17, 2011


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SSRI's and I

SSRI's and I ...


... the sounds of thoughts clattering, my neurones sparking,
like Dylan said, my morning recedes jingling and a-jangling,

worn down by this leaden knot, tearing my insides out,
the cacophony drowned in a whisper, lost in a silent shout,

dreams and screams scratching the back of my dry throat,
caged in, liberation hovering like a mirage beyond the moat.


I claw my way, slowly, through a thicket of solitude,
feeling my emotions peeling, stung by unseen nettles,

crawling to an open field, to rest, beneath a sky ablaze with stars,
as my mind glides, brushing the soft grass as it peacefully settles ...







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You will always be my home

You will always be my home
My darling, my sweet,
My life.
Where ever you go
Traveling your path
You will always be my home
My heart, my soul
My life.
Whenever you feel alone
Any place on this planet, or next
You will always be my home
My love, my being
My life.
Whomever might hold you tight
Arms of mine in tandem
You will always be my home
My beautiful, my daughter
My life.
What ever place you are in
Know that I am present too
You will always be my home
In my mind, in my thoughts
In my life.


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The Virgin Poet

He lies at home in his single bed all alone,
Conjuring up in his head another new poem,
About a lover who does not really exist,
But in his mind her image still persists.

He’s forty years old and has never been with a girl.
He’s afraid to leave his room for the outside world.
What he knows of love he learned from his TV,
Yet he amazes us all with his beautiful poetry.

His prose is full of pure, virtuous, sensual imagery;
He describes his lover in a woman’s perfect symmetry.
You feel his love full of romance and desire;
His words of lust ignite your passionate fire.

The man who writes verse about what he never knew
Produces images that no experienced lover can out do,
As he lies at home in his single bed all alone,
Conjuring up in his head another new poem.


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The seldom other

As I turn the corner ,the freeze of winter kindred hits me ,I makes me feel home 
the older and more it blows I am home in for only a few seconds soaring eagerly 
high above the earth on a cold winter moon shine light I am numb and happy, I 
should be thinking of the other, yet I think of the now bonded other I saw brief and 
vanish of rich alcohol in the night twain ,all I think is of the now other shining 
brightly ,glistening eyes of walk with me ,I don't know ,how beautiful my god 
why ,why, I climb the stairs ,walk to use the key i see the light above shine on me  
I remember the other the pain briefly oh arch Michael shine for me, steps. femme 
you stole me.


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THE PLAGUES OF OUR DAY

The blind man waited, 
at the intersection, for someone
to help him cross the busy boulevard...
and he was accustomed to live in twilight,
fumbling for a hand on his right;
and he finally found mine!


Judge humanly...not pettily,
you could be in that situation 
and feel abandoned and helpless,
unless somebody extends compassion
and lends that hand in time of need;
only human love can render a good deed!


The orphan girl recognizes a greed so mundane,
her body has grown, so has her world's view;
that person who abandoned her at the orphanage
when icy rain pelted against the foggy windows,
was her own mother that refused to knock on the front door!
She still feels unwanted, unloved and rejected by who,
for some shameful reason, dropped her off and was gone
into the dreary autumn's night to forget her despair!


Judge the pain...not the circumstance
that impels a misguided heart to err;
beneath an appearance of denial,
there's a certain humanity we can't conceive,
and what prompts us to act in unreasonable and strange ways,
is still not quite understood by all;
all we can perceive is the guilt we can't bear,
and the resentful restlessness which shortens this very existence!


The elderly woman, sitting in an old wheel-chair,
waits at the traffic light as the whisking wind
brushes her frizzy and gray hair;
the sunken-cheeked lady is the regular beggar,
whose life has never been mellow,
but full of tragedy and sorrow!
Her frail voice is not insincere, but thankful and kind... 
when I hand her a dollar out of my car's window!


Judge fairly... that could be you standing there,
or someone you love;  fate can be changed if we dare...
we assert truths without clarity and condemn unjustly!
Let's take the mendicant's place, at the same corner, and beg all day;
wouldn't we be humiliated, be scorned or even be ignored
by the glances of passerby that regard us not as their friend?


The run-away teenager with lots of make-up,
looks like a madam out of a brothel,
who tries to hide her identical age by smiling at strangers...
and her trade is that of an inexperienced gal,
unprotected and exposed to many dangers;
and it might cost her life...that's already a living hell!     


Judge not too harshly...when facts aren't known,
and the only assumption rests with our pity;
along the side of the street there are many eyes that weep,
eager to return home, to a home that was so warm and cozy!
And the lucky ones will make until dawn,
others will not open their eyes, but eternally sleep!



THE PLAGUES OF OUR DAY 


The blind man with a steel cane  stooped and waited
for someone to help him across the busy boulevard;
he felt warm sunlight, and wished his sight back without living in darkness,    
then he saw a glimpse of that light when he was touched by my kindness.   
The orphan girl wants to escape, but she is afraid to venture in the outside world
still feeling unwanted, unloved and shivering unable to shield herself from the cold.   
On many rainy nights, she sits by her barred window recalling her frail mom fleeing 
into the Autumn dreary night, and inside she longs for caresses to begin the  healing.
Another teenager, hustles in the dangerous streets of night...she barely 
can walk on high heels, but she endures pain for gain;
her home was blessed with good parents, but she rebelled and ran away... 
she has no choice but sell her body...what will she attain?  
Lend a hand to anyone in time of need,
only human love renders a good deed;
How can we help abandoned babies and run-away
and get rid of all the plagues of our day that infest society?


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Infinity Whispers

Oh Whisperer, whisperer of loves endless refrain, the circle turns again
Earthly desires echo in time, your thoughts I feel, echoing through mine
Tapestry of time, mysteries of rhyme, friendly gestures haunt my mind
Subliminal touch, I breathe you within from another place, another time
Tingles across my skin, resounding again deep within the altar of desire
Memories of your smile, echoing in time, once you were mine, so divine
I saw you pass before me as you did in a past lifetime so sublime

I feel you now, a life time ago, in a whispered wish to Selene, to her I did pray
A whispered command to Helios, oh goddess guide her home to me again one day
Aphrodite’s kiss whispered in a potion, promising devotion, show her the way
Yes I sought divine intervention, Artemis’s arrow dipped, sent forth in twilight
Come closer my sweetness, your essence sets my mind on fire, haunted in hindsight 
I remember our parting in an age gone by, I would find you again I pledged by moonlight
As we said goodbye, your last breath upon my skin, by firelight you passed away

Shy glances tempted, a connection invited, memories passionately ignited
Pleasurable senses delighted, winds of Eros swirl within a river of flame
Nature’s hurricane hearts circling in motion, it’s happening again, links in a chain 
A cocktail of earthly pleasures, a feast for the sexual senses, hot n’ untamed 
Meaningful coincidences, souls dancing in reflection, the eternal heart serenades
Familiar resurrection of celestial karmic intention, she’s coming home again
Cosmic alignment of bodies, perfectly timed intervention, memories to be made

Your lust erotically transparent, your desire flammable, contagious ardour 
All caution sparking in the wind, tease you I do n’ smile n’  take it slow, adagio
Lightening strikes, currents electrifying under our skin, champagne in the blood
A thrust of raptures burst from within, surge of sexual minds crashes above
Waves of want, the tide of readiness, alchemically stirred, goddess of Oxytocin
Blending the two in a perfect love potion, Aphrodite whispers her love call ” bona fide”
Agape shines once more in thy heart, eyes transfixed revelations of the soul in this lifetime.


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The Wall's

The wall’s 

The wall’s we build inside our hearts seem to be un-moveable .We feel all along and lost in sin, until God speaks to our removing the wall’s. With his amazing love, grace giving our hearts peace and joy. Where we can feel his love he can set us free. We are able to see his grace, love and his holy city above.
Where ever soul longs to go, God is waiting for us to come home .Let God rip the wall’s down ,so we can go back home seeing the lover of our souls.  


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GLEN'S TERRIBLE LOSS

He left home to pursue his lifetime dream,
it was closer to midnight and the foggy moon had no gleam;
I saw him rushing out to the taxi-cab by dragging his luggage,
all the while he thought he could manage.


His name was Glen, six feet tall with light brown hair...
the handsomest guy in town with elegance and flair;
he drove all the girls crazy, but sad was to see him go...
they all waited for him outside as he fled into tomorrow. 


He worked for a law firm in downtown Manhattan,
and won many cases getting him lots of praises;
he bought a Lamburghini and was considered the toast of town,
but to keep up his status quo he needed more money to pay those bills.


Alaska was his destination, no big deal for a white man
used to cold weather and hard work anywhere he went;
stereotype or not he was proud and really wanted that job,
but going out to sea and catch fish wasn't somehow odd?


Glen spent two years in the land of coyotes and bears,
too often he got frostbite for not covering his ears;
his fair skin turned red, his green eyes teared...
as he remembered all the things his mother feared.


Money kept coming in, but his health wasn't as vibrant...  
he coughed a lot and sneezed when the harsh Nordic wind blew
as he dreamed of his warm home while mom cooked beef stew;
many thoughts ran through his depressed mind, once so jubilant.


On May eleven of two thousand ten when the Northern Sea didn't rage,
he received a text message, " Mother is sick, hurry home. " 
He changed his work clothes, took a shower and went to Anchorage
to take the next plane to New York City as noise harmed his lobe.


By her hospital bed, he stood holding her cold hand,
and he wept not able to hold back his tears,
 " I am back, mom...I'll make up for those lost years. "
She squeezed his rough hand, then suddenly expired.


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Pour me the whiskey

Bartender, please help me
Pour me a drink
Can you see that I'm empty
And I don't wanna think
About the silence that's waiting
When I get back home
So pour me the whiskey
While I crumble alone

No questions, no answers
Tonight is just mine
Just bring me the bottle
Till she's out of my mind
And I can't remember 
What took forever to find
Cause peace don't come easy
When there's love on the line

And here's for the jukebox
Play some old drinking songs
No need to be reminded
Of what's missing at home
Guess I'm here till closing 
And the neon is gone
So pour me the whiskey
Till I hear the last song

Bartender please help me
Pour me a drink
Can you see that I'm empty 
And I don't wanna think
About the silence that's waiting 
When I get back home
So pour me the whiskey
While I crumble alone

Kevin D. Fix


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Love's Strong Bond And Guiding Hand

There once was a young, freckled faced girl, who had the world
wrapped around her finger. 
The world was glad to be touched by such a precious hand as hers. 
Talent did flow from 
these precious hands to the artist's canvas. 
Dreams never ceased, and love did flow. The 
sky was the limit, of what God and this young girl could achieve.  

In a small farming town, there was a young man, 
the fourth brown eyed, curly haired son of five boys from a 
loving couple. He worshipped God, 
and worked hard on his job and also at church for Jesus. He had 
a simple prayer one day to find a christian wife to 
be his help mate. God has a plan for your 
life, even if we don't see it.

The freckled face girl, was not expecting
to find a life long mate in Butler, GA, the home of 
her grandparents, because she too had 
prayed for a christian man to share her life. The girl 
had to mature and find her way in the world, 
then God put a matchmaker into her life.

The Curly haired young man of twently nine,
thought that God had not heard his prayer, he 
moved out of his parents home to make his
way in the world. His neighbor Mrs. Laurette 
Stewart, thought he would make a fine husband
for the freckled face girl. A blind date was 
set, it was love at first sight and God had
found a mate for the young couple that prayed.

Inspried by James Fraser's poem Farm Girl


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Heaven or Hell or Earth

Heaven,
The home of god and all good,
Every one thinks its THE best place to be,
Some might think it's the worst place to be.

Hell,
The home of the devil and all bad,
Every one thinks hell is THE worst place to be,
Some might think it's the greatest place to be.

Earth,
The home of war, love, and nature.
War is killing violence and blood.
Love if you lucky is great and beautiful,
or could be the killer of most people today.
Nature with storms, hunting, and dyeing.





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'Tis Early

At a time the shadow was thick
I saw it dimmer than the deep paint
While lost in the lake like a toothpick
Fiery ball forces through but feint

Vision, so clear I see the world’s end
Hmm! I weep, for the thick light sight
Bright, a pin falls I see it end
Deep through the earth there them roots in sight

A beauty of white is the ceiling
Mixed with dull-blue, stained with grey foams
Strong the furnace gaze, with joy glowing
As touch of time runs with the foams

Now! I see life journeying in style
For nectar, smiles are forced to it point
As season make the foams an isle
Like million oasis they spread about

In their white robe they bathe their loved ones.
For such abundance of blessing-
I praise from the beauty of my heart
That seeks home in the court of time


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The Shedding of Skin

The Shedding of Skin. 

Parched lullabies seem jarring,
gentle persuasion an assault,
quiet understanding reeking of decay,
fatigued under this skin in which I must stay. 

Dreams of moulting,
shedding the hubris of crafty words,
flushing away all famished rhymes,
ripping the fibres of an ink-stained past. 

Knowing. 

Always knowing,

that honey-soaked kisses, seem destined,
breathlessly,
never to last. 


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Take Me Home

Take me home tonight
Don't let me out of your arms
Not even when we see the morning light

I want to hear you breathe
With a force of a hurricane
My heart you did sheathe
Now I smile in the rain

Hold me down
Let's skip this town

Let's live our life
Let's start today
No need for strife
I won't let you get away

Our own rules we will make
But we just can't break

Don't miss that chance
These feelings you can't cage
It's the perfect romance
Taken to a new stage

We'll fight the light
We don't need tomorrow
Take me home tonight

*Written on April 2, 2012*


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Bourbon hours

I’m looking forward to more than winter seas
Young and warm we sat across the barn
Bristled against the ground, crushing misted leaves 

Yesterday I slept cold and worn
If I leave you now, we may never be
I’m growing fragile as my nights are torn

She says she’s coming home tonight
I guess she’s got no better place 
To roam tonight

I often wonder why you stop and go 
Relaxed against the soil, never mind the snow
My eyes may close, awaken, surely your to go 

Within the wind, we live, we mend
As the night begins, we start to end
You rub my chest, you tell me morning comes

She says she’s coming home tonight
I guess she’s got no better place 
To roam tonight

I think she sees me write 
Empty songs 
For lively nights 

I hear them speak, they say we could never be
But here against the wind
There’s only you and me 

She says she’s coming home tonight
I guess she’s got no better place 
To roam tonight 


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Mama's Letter

He sat down by the old oak tree, all alone he sat there and cried,
He knew this day would come, as the letter read, son your daddy died.
So far away from home fighting in this war, now his mom is back home and alone,
They were such a good couple and the best parents a boy could ever of known.

But dad was old and his life had been hard,
And mama said he just went to sleep and woke up with the Lord.
She said we buried pa on the place down by the old fishin hole,
She said he loved that old place and I can just see him sittin there with his old fishin pole.

Son she said I’m sorry that this here news had to be so bad,
Son she said don’t you be frettin about me now I’m alright just a little sad.
Pa and me been together since we wuz youngun’s and that being a long time ago,
Mama said son please take care and know mama loves you so.

Becky Sue comes over and checks on me and says she’s waiting for you to get home and she
misses you a bunch,
She fried up some rabbit and creamed a little corn for our lunch,
I can’t wait till you get back and you and Becky can get hitched up,
Oh and I nearly fergot your old hound dog had six of the pertiest pups.

Well son mama’s gonna close and help Becky clean up the dishes,
Becky sends her love and best wishes.
Stay safe son and come home soon,
I packed you a box of cookies you can share with your platoon.
                                                                  Love Mama


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On The Road

Thin sound heart-strings
Are already tuned. 
Daisy, we're parting,
As I am leaving soon.
Drums, guitars...
Restless stars
Chase change and motion
In search for world renown.
And when I cross the ocean,
You'll feel a little down.
But I am gone.
So, please, hold on.

Yes, your heart explodes, 
But my life is shows,
Music, concerts, benders
With all my rocking friends.
My true home is roads,
If you love me so,
You will quell your anger,
Await me till the end
Again.

Life is a hurry -
Days and weeks have passed.
Daisy, don't worry,
As I am back at last.
But soon I'll leave,
And, please, don't grieve.

Yes, your heart explodes, 
But my life is shows,
Music, concerts, benders
With all my rocking friends.
My true home is roads,
If you love me so,
You will quell your anger,
Await me till the end.

You can't deprive me 
Of all this drive.
Music is all my life.

Yes, your heart explodes, 
But my life is shows,
Music, concerts, benders
With all my rocking friends.
My true home is roads,
If you love me so,
You will quell your anger,
You'll wait for me.

Yes, your heart explodes, 
But my life is shows,
Music, concerts, benders
With all my rocking friends.
My true home is roads,
If you love me so,
You will quell your anger,
Await me till the end.
Again.


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Dog Language

"I thought you were never coming home again.
Please don't ever leave me at home alone again.
I Love You So Much! I thought you were never coming home!
Please don't ever again leave me at home all alone."
That's what my Tasha Girl says everyday to me.
When I return home from work, I'm left feeling very guilty.
She's so happy to see me that she cries literally
and all I hear in her cry is, "How could you have left me?"
I wish I could spend my every moment with her
but we both have to eat one would concur.
She doesn't understand or care about my responsibility.
All My Tasha Girl knows is that she wants to always be with me
and I too always want to be with her, but let's face reality.
I must work otherwise the both of us will not eat.
Always faithfully waiting at my door for the return of the one she'll always love.
I'll Always Love My Tasha Girl. My Loving, Devoted and Most Beautiful dog.


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Starry Night

Counting stars I was lying on the roof.
Daddy forced me to sleep
Even Mummy wanted me to rest.
Felt their hands woven together
Wrapped all stars in skysheet in diagonal knot.


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Man, if she could be the one

Tell her you love her,
reassure her
Hold her close and cuddle her 
Treasure her

Go see her, 
no matter how far away she lives
Always make an effort
let her know she is worthy

Let her know 
that she is beautiful to you,
worthy of your love
Hold hands and kiss her

Be unpredictable 
send flowers, love cards 
tokens of love, letters
and appreciation

Repeatedly 
visit her when sick
Be there for her always
Hold her when sad or upset

Do not be afraid 
to show your feelings
Nor share your hearts desires
Share secrets with her

Spend time together,
relax, have fun and laugh
Give up your seat,
tidy up and play your part

Open doors for her
Guard every word and breath
Make sure she gets home safe with a call; 
better still see her home to the door

If you’d give your life for her 
die for her, defend her, protect her
Then wait for her,
however long it takes

The sex can wait
Man, if she could be the one
with whom to share a life-time together
Respect her …


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Waiting

sitting in a quiet room
with only one light on
the light makes its way
across the objects in its path
over to me

sounds permeate the air
the silence is buzzing
but I can't hear what you are saying
over the noise and the laughter
that surrounds you

can you feel me shivering
waves moving over my skin
do you feel a chill in the air
a draft that slips through
to where you are

you have slowly become
a part of me
every memory of you
recorded in my mind
not only the words
but the space between the words
the silence that is filled
with the truth

the unspoken truth
unknown
yet so tangible
the truth that hangs in the air
so close to words
mingling and mixing with
sarcasm and humor
that it hides again
concealed


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An Answered Prayer

 
Somewhere in a lonely bedroom a little child prays to the Lord,
Lord, please bring my daddy home and let our little home Sir please be restored.
She said Lord my daddy drinks too much and that causes all the fights,
Cause when he’s not drinking everything seems to be alright.

She said Lord if you could, could you make that stuff taste really bad,
So my daddy wouldn’t drink it, and my mommy wouldn’t be so sad.
I can remember she said when my mommy use to smile,
But she said Lord I know You know it’s been quite awhile.

She said Lord I sure do miss my daddy when he’d tuck me into bed,
And tell me sweet dreams princess and kiss me on my head.
And pull the covers up to my neck and then turn off the light,
Lord I sure miss my daddy, would You please talk with him tonight.

In a lonely motel room on the other side of town, a daddy drops to his knees,
And cries out to the Lord, help me oh Lord please,
Lord please forgive me I need and miss my wife and child,
Lord I want to change, I need to reconcile.

Well he picks up the phone and he talks with her and says he’s been such a louse,
And tells her he doesn’t know what happened but he can’t stand the taste of liquor
anymore, and none will ever be brought into the house.
She tells him that she still loves him but she just couldn’t take the way he was anymore,
And that she was willing to meet him half way to the door.



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On Crimson Petals

on crimson drenched petals

and scarlet folds

dew

like tears, like blood

clings to the delicate flower

withering in the breeze

like tears, like blood

falling, dripping

from eyes wounded at having seen too much

from a mind numbed into a solitary prison as such

like blood, like tears

flowing freely with nothing to hide

except the ache that lies coiled up tight inside

tears and blood

drowning the soul

in a torrential flood

of pain, of torn thoughts, of wasted moments entire

like tears, like blood

drowning, smothering

the will

and quelling all desire

like bloodied tears

trickling down

clipping at the being

with emotion-less shears

consuming the soul with countless fears

of today, and tomorrow, and the passing of the years

as the dew clings to the delicate petals, and intricate folds

of the crimson flower

drenched in scarlet, bloodied tears

knowing not what the future holds...


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Suppose To Be Mine

Has it always been this easy for you, 
I took our relationship serious. 
You think I don’t know about that other guy, 
How you sneak around being mysterious. 

From day one you haven't been faithful, 
When we fight about it you say to quit the be itchin'. 
I know you've had him in our house, 
Even when I've been home in our kitchen. 

How could you do this to us, 
I've stood by you after all the mistrusts. 
How could you do that in our home, 
In the next bedroom you've taken his thrusts. 

I don’t know how I could be this out of the loop, 
I can't believe it because I don’t want this to end. 
You’re suppose to be my girl, my love, my wife, 
But you don’t even care being caught by each of our friends. 

You say I'm crazy and making stuff up, 
You only tell me you love me when you've done wrong. 
You have bared two children I know one isn't mine, 
Why do I stay in this broken love song. 

I have a the feeling this is still going on, 
You tell me baby I would never do that again to you. 
But your night class was over at eleven, 
Why are you still not home at a quarter to two. 

I know I should leave you, 
I'm a man I'm suppose to be strong. 
I just don't how to do it on my own, 
In your lies I guess is where I am to belong.


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I am...

He gets up in the morning and begins to pack,
Today he'll be gone with no idea of when he will be back.
I sit in bed and watch with tears running down my face,
Dreading the thought of the upcoming lonely days.
 
Yes, my husband is an American Soldier,
One of the proud with whom has been called on order.
He'll walk out this door with a sense of loyality and duty,
But, his love and heart will be left behind with me.
 
It maybe days, weeks, even months until we speak again,
Seems like an eternity to go without your best friend.
While gone, he will endure the unknown for his country,
He'll take on the unforseen so that we may remain free.
 
Yes, my best friend is an American Soldier,
One of the proud with whom has been called on order.
He'll walk out this door with a sense of loyality and duty,
But, his love and heart will be left behind with many.
 
Kneeling at night our daughter begins to pray,
Wishing daddy home each and every day.
Wiping away the silent tears which fall at night,
She smiles and knows God is keeping him alright.
 
Yes, my daughters daddy is an American Soldier,
One of the proud with whom has been called on order.
He'll walk out this door with a sense of loyality and duty,
But, his love and heart will be left behind with his baby.
 
The old man sit's up at night and watches the tv for any news,
Hoping his son isn't one of the many we may loose.
His wife holds onto her Bible with all her strength and faith,
Knowing that without a doubt her baby boy is safe.
 
Yes, they are the parents of an American Soldier,
One of the proud with whom has been called on order.
He'll walk out this door with a sense of loyality and duty,
But, his love and heart will be left behind with his family.
 
Looking out for my friend and fellow Soldier,
Roadside bombs are around every corner.
Sound of the enemies guns ringing in my ears,
Thoughts of home and loved ones calming my fears.

Yes, I am an American Soldier,
One of the proud with whom has been called on order.
I'll walk out this door with a sense of loyality and duty,
But, my love and heart will be left behind with my country.


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A Lonely Nest

Is this the way you love me my love bird?
Leaving me alone in my nest of words.
    Bathing in someone else’s birdbath, love,
    Basking in the sun in another’s tree.
    Eating in another’s birdfeeder, love,
    And failing to fly home to flock with me.
Is this the way you love this meadow lark?
By flying away and crushing my heart.
    The only thing left are remnants of plumes,
    Did I ruffle your feathers once again?
    Not hearing your chirps has set forth my doom,
    It’s hard to fly on while my heart won’t mend.
The worms have no taste, for my heart’s depressed.
It’s hard flying home to a lonely nest.


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Masked Man

I remember that night so long 
ago yet it feels as if tonight. 
You strolled into the room 
music was playing. 

A boy not all man yet and 
you were in no hurry had 
no worry was just out 
for the evening. 

You stole away with 
my heart that night under 
the warm July skies 
with that provocative smile. 

We walked awhile for a mile or 
so and learned all the things 
that made each of us tick. 

You were laid back and 
I was so mellow. 
We came and went well 
together back then. 

You were wild and untamed 
I was gentle and bridled 
in your cowboy spell. 

I fell totally for you that 
night masked man. 
But you were wild and 
so untamed like a 
bronco. 

You wanted to roam 
I wanted a home for 
two. 

July nights greet me 
now with your provocative 
smile in the warm breezes 
I shiver and quiver so 
longing still for you 
masked man. 

I watch the direction 
you rode out into 
that night. 
My heart rides out 
every now and then 
to see if you... 
remember too. 


This Saturday December 15th I am making memories on my life big time My birthday and now
My wedding day. No Name change the masked man came home to stay {Micheal}  sorry for all
the time away these past few weeks been wedding planning. With Christmas and Holiday tasks
and now the wedding  it takes most of my time.  Will catch up commenting all your
beautiful works.


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PLEASE COME HOME MY VALENTINE

 Please come home my Valentine

You can give me chocolates wrapped in silk and lace,
You can give me roses  nicely propped up in a vase.
You can buy me a card with a poem  that makes me cry,
But darling this valentines day I just want you by my side.

Your the best gift  I could ever ask for in a million year's,
Just to have you here with me would take away my fears.
I know you have duties to fulfill and you are thinking of me.
But darling this valentines day your all I want to see.


Please come home my Valentine,
Please  bring your love to me.
I want you hear in person.
Your the only one I want to see.

Please come home my valentine,
I am waiting here for you.
I love you and I need you,
And know you need me too.


Please come home and hold me in your loving arms.
Promise me you will stay safe and out of any harm.
I miss you so much , I need you here with me tonight.
For valentines day  your the only one that can make it right.

I am sending you my kisses and all my love.
Hold this letter  next to your heart look to the sky above.
I am with you every moment of every day.
And there is no one in the world that can take that away.

 Please come home my Valentine
Please  bring your love to me.
I want you hear in person.
Your the only one I want to see.

Please come home my valentine,
I am waiting here for you.
I love you and I need you,
And know you need me too.

Please come home my valentine....Please come home my Valentine.....I’m 
waiting here for you


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Baritone

Liquid fire in his heart
Hands too soft to play the part
but if that fire turns to ice
the tears will flow not once, but twice

The passion play has found an end
For broken hearts that cannot mend
but if that heart turns in to stone
his fate will be to die alone

He knows not how to heal the hole
The true desire lives in his soul
But when desire has gone away
the worms move in and there they stay

A home that is broken when love leaves
Turns to ashes as it grieves
But when that home can stand no more
It then lives only
To close the door

So he begs the stars not to break
For the life he wants to take
But when his prayers remain unheard
The pain he feels
is only stiired

There is no song that he can hear
There is no fate he has to fear
But if love is not a part of it
Then death will be the heart of it

For he will see she does not know
Of all the things he cannot show
No bruises on his bended knees
Just unseen tears and silent pleas


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When Missing a Love One

She takes her ways so seriously.
He takes everything so hesitantly.
Both shared their lives since childhood.
Both were not misunderstood.
Their lives did not get complicated.
And so they decided to be dedicated.
They became close and very happy.
Her memory of growing up is so sappy.
He took the time to comb her hair.
She took time to be there.
She took a trip for a week.
He was emotionally weak.
Being away for the first time ever became a bother.
Both of them were not meant for other.
She was not home she felt not right.
He saw that she was full of new insight.
Their feeling becomes true.
They both said at the same time I love you.
She said she cried almost each night.
He said that he was waiting with a light.
She said she looked at the moon.
He said I hope she comes home soon.
Finally she came back.
She said he showed his emotions with no lack.
He said she said that she missed him and longingly.
She said he said that he was so lonely.
The final word is not words it’s just the look in her eyes.
And I know it is not any look that says good byes.


Details | Verse | |

Pressing On

She watched the mountain intently
Like a bird who’s nestling of dwelling, complains
Yet, neither will move --
Reality blooms;
A surge of genius
Strikes the hollowed core ~
Worrisome thoughts she shan’t abide…

A mother’s love still strives,
Strong willed fledgling must now -- fly
Search to build, its -- own nest
-- Mother bird soars above the mountain -- mind at rest 






Comments:
An elder once said teach them well in the ways they must go… Like a hawk one must keep a 
watchful eye for they are still your prizes; you never know when they may come home to 
roost again... Or at least visit…
However, if they can't respect the home then its time 
For them to fly on their own...


Details | Prose Poetry | |

pouch poetry 18 - 19

18.

who has lied in the box 
made up of the temperature 
of god 

all on a sudden 
there is a hue and cry 
in the abdomen of the time 
wearing a dirty pajama 

actually that has been filtered up 
from the voices of rock-songs 

the roaming 
of a fatigued traveller …

the lies 
within their wishes 
write my existence 

and then run
to buy vegetables 
from the station-market 

so many lay-offs 
come to the body of paper-weight 

to listen to all those 
is not improper 

walking through the traffic-jam 
gradually 
this home becomes solely my home 

one day the golden of 
human 

then it is i 
who is you 

and walking through the 
monsoon 

on either side of the field 
it is all autumn

19.
when borrowing the religion of
the night-queen  
i fall in love
 
then is it real 
that our mangos and jack-fruits  
can make the perfumed-soap 
vigorously from the light of the 
blood-line 

i count the bells of the churches 
ringing repeatedly 

and piercing the image 
of your prominent face
 
rounding through lots of old 
the love becomes exhausted 

and the love comes back 
in the form of college-classes 

there are you myself 
and so many notes 
of the body 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Vagabond Within

The Vagabond Within.

I slip through cracks,
my memories dimming,
as thoughts of yesterday swirl,
down dreary tunnels of decay,
into the chasm that is today.

Waiting, forever waiting,
to belong, yearning to fit in,
taking solace in transient cities,
wearing masked faces,
tailored for fleeting places.

 I stagger each night, lost,
wasting precious breaths,
drawn from a lifetime of sighs,
no consolation from the cruel,
while donning the skin of the fool.

Wrestling unseen demons,
dreading tomorrow as it nears,
ripping away my shallow smile,
withering into a hollow shell,
seeking comfort in everyday hell.

I stumble, I falter,
words slipping off pen onto paper,
fickle doleful murmurs of distaste,
at the gradual emptying of a soul,
needing to shed it all to be whole.

Stray dogs savage each other inside,
a body lathered in deep muck,
soiling my pants, wetting my being,
whistling promises that turn into lies,
the plaintive songs of a clown that cries.

I am momentary, 
a soap bubble on the breeze,
just smoke clearing into thin air,
wasting away in my cocooned lair,
too old to change, too young to care.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Pretty Poppy

Pretty Poppy

We wanted to find ourselves a dog, just a little one
So went to NCDL Roden, were the looking is so much fun
We walked around the kennels but nothing could be seen
Till the girl in the reception said come and see our Jean

Jean was small and scruffy a timid mite, with lack of fur and fat
Yet somehow she just touched our hearts and that it seems was that
We were told she was a poppet though at first it did not look like
This scrawny scruffy little dog looked a little tyke

Even so the decision was taken to give this little girl a home
According to her history to long she had been left alone to roam
On the street she had lived alone her only company fleas
Yet somewhere behind her sad eyes she seemed to just say please

Give me a home to live in where I can be content
We never had a second thought not even one moment
When eventually we got her home she was scared of everything around
She trembled and shook so nervous of every little sound

It took a while to settle her but so soon she has come good
Clean in the house so quickly and walkies soon understood
She sits when asked and sleeps a lot for tired she must be
Of living by her wits on the street now much happier is she

We changed her name to Poppy which very soon she knew
We fed her lots of lovely food and gave plenty of loves too
She began to sit upon our laps to sleep and be at peace
No more trembling and shaking from that she has release

She has her own little bed to rest in day and night
She found her feet and now wanders round the house alright
She’s been to our caravan and walked upon Rhyl beach
She rides in the car so nicely and is so easy to teach

Yet still a little scruffy still more Jean than Poppy
Fur just growing back again and still a little sloppy
So we took her to the grooming parlour for a bath and trim
Now she looks quite splendid well built and not so slim

So just like the ugly duckling that changed in to a swan
The tiny little scrap called Jean most definitely has gone
She is now a Pretty Poppy a beautiful little girl
She really is a poppet and leaves all around her in a whirl

So now part of a family who spoil and love her to
She’s coming right out of her shell the real dog shows through
We’re glad that we met Jean and found Poppy on that day 
So she will know love and happiness until her dying day


Details | Rhyme | |

before the war

little boy sittin at home
good little boy said his prayers all alone
just before he said amen
he thought to ask his question again
when is daddy commin home?
when is daddy commin home? amen
nobody, put him on their shoulder's anymore
he used to climb on daddies back
when he had'em on the floor
everything that daddies did
his daddy did and more
just to play with the son
he verily did adore
in his heart the little boy grew
the vicious fact that he could not ignore
that a home without a daddy
is the home of the poor
why can't God just end all wars
why can't daddies talk with other daddies
and try to end this war
why can't daddies come home 
and be what they was before
why can't daddies be what they
was before the war


Details | Narrative | |

A World of Shame and Neglect

 
The little child was born into a home of violence and abuse.
      Sadness was the closest thing to love and that was no excuse.
A little child screaming as his mother gets slapped and tossed all around,
     While his worthless father struts thinking he is something he is quite profound.
The little children with ragged clothes and snotty noses just stood there in tears,
      What an impression this father has made for them through the years.
We live in a monkey see monkey do get messed up society,
     Most of the children grew up watching their parents fighting never knowing 
sobriety.
 Alcohol or drugs, seemed to dominate most of the poor.
     The thing they didn’t realize this was only a temporary escape door.
The pain that was eased only led to more grief.
      Till violence took over in the name of relief.
 The daddy was loaded up paying the bills, food, utilities and rent,
      While momma stayed home pregnant and got fussed at for the money she 
spent.
They had sunk so low they were ashamed to attend any church,
      Afraid that the pastor might point them out as he stood on his perch.
What is the answer if any to this little tale of mine,
       How can we make it stop, can we ever draw a line.
 I do know that hate begets hate so could love be the key?
       Has anyone ever tried it long enough to truly find the answer of this I  would 
love to see.
All of my life I have heard do unto others as you would have them do unto you,
        Such a simple answer could this be all we need to do?
Think About It!!!


Details | Cowboy | |

if a cowboy can love

if a cowboy can love 
u are the only he will wnat to love
but as he saddle's up to ride 
u are are still in bed 

he wish u will wake up to stop him 
but as he turns back to look 
u are not there
he does not wnat to leave 
he's one and only love behind 

as he ride on in the sunset 
three months want and he's back home 
just to find u do  not come out 
and he unsaddle's the horse 
and walk in the house 
just to find you still asleep

as he wake's her up 
u come in to he's arms 
crying that he's is back home 
so fro now they still together
with kids of there own 

so now we know that a cowboy can love


Details | Free verse | |

Efil

Born so old, so fragile, so wise
Born alone into the world
You miss your wife
She passed without pain
I'm sorry old man, that you left her so lonely
Shuffle through the corridors
She used to sit there and knit
Forget it she's gone
Cry at both of your pains
Throw that cane away old man, your arthritus is gone
Get back to your house
Your children are coming
They're all grown up now
Tell the wife to bring some drinks
You're young old man, but you're over the hill
Go sit in your office
Pushing papers for the man
Your teenagers are reckless
So don't be home late
Keep it together old man, they're just at the age
Slept in again today
You shouldn't be late
With a mortgage to pay,
A wife and a baby
It's okay old man, they aren't babies for long
Come home from the bar
To your bachelor suite
A little cologne sprayed
Maybe you'll get lucky
Take her home old man, she's had a little too much
You stole the car
Not old enough to drive
Try to be everything
But you can't be a hero
You're not a kid old man, but your voice is still cracking
Wait it out now
They're only bullies
Don't tell the teacher
They'll take your lunch money again
Walk it off old man, you're just not big enough
You can cry all you want
It won't make her come
She turned off the moniter
She couldn't stand you anymore
Take it easy old man, you can't even change yourself
You shouldn't move around so much
It makes her so queasy
Just a few more months
And you'll meet the world
Enjoy the womb old man, life only gets harder


Details | Prose Poetry | |

pouch poetry 10 - 13

10.
the  apparent golden pot that i thought 
to be the underneath of a kadam-tree 

in the dim light i can notice that 
the stars in the sky are disappearing  

this session of poetry 
is coming to an end 

now where would i
go 

to that little home 

the home 
a tiny word of 4 letters 

within that home 
the children are giggling 
playing … and making funs 

when i entered 
with a tri-cycle in hand 
for them 

i have been perplexed 
many old persons are waiting there 
to shake hands with me

11.
almost most of my desires  
are very much hurt

to show it publicly 
i wrap bandages 
around all over my body 

i keep on the stage-drama  

in our programme of reading poetry 
tea is served twice 
current has gone off for three times 
for four times the mobiles ring
 
to pick up love  
some people think about returning back 
from today’s dais to the ancient stage 
of performing folk-drama 

then they are also sympathetic 
to my sufferings

12.
everyday 
on my way to return home from the school 
when my mom took hold of my hands

i could see in my body
the dancing of an unforgettable 
aura 

even now that mystical halo is walking 
on the leaves of the trees 
to fulfil my mornings 

that wayfaring along the road 
is ringing far and far-off 

thus taking bath in every day’s  
dust smoke hue and cry 

many such love 
gradually gets aged 

is it true 
in the long run 
i too
would be the ingredient 
of a fairy-tale

just because i love 
that paddy field 

some time later 
she will also become 
human 

13.
then she will make all of us  
join her walking 

those inmost feeling 
those memories meditations

the loneliness  and solitude…

sans the touch of the imagination of
a crater… 
a creator…

this blunder… 
this socially outcast white …
 
this type of uneven… 
and irrelevance…
 
sume words 
when peep in the mind
i surprise to see that 
it’s ten to 2 at night
 
then in the balcony 
my father is crying
 
he always notices some grave-yard men 
in front of him 

and sheds tears  


Details | Free verse | |

Once Upon A Christmas

I stand at the window and watch the snow fall 
It's been two hours since Billy left 
The wind has built, a blizzard set in 
And I can't put my mind at rest. 

The snow has drifted blocking the road he took 
But he knows his job, the cattle must be watered and fed 
And hay for the baby calves to bed. 
"I'll be all right," he said. 

There is no school it is Christmas vacation 
The radio predicted conditions to worsen. 
With his family save and warm 
He then sets about caring for those out in the storm. 

TV and presents keep the children entertained 
While I my hair do pull. 
Dinner is ready and still Billys not home 
And with questions like "When's daddy coming home? 
And "Can I go out and play in the snow?" 

It is hard for them to understand 
It isn't just a snow fall, the danger is far to grave 
Wander to far and they could be lost 
And in turn perhaps lose their lives. 

Two o'clock, three o'clock, four o'clock came 
Finally Billy comes through the door 
Wet, exhausted and frozen to the bone 
He removed his outer garments and collapsed on the chair. 

As he ate the children came 
Excited to have daddy home 
Satisfied he was safe and sound 
They went back to their TV and games. 

Chore time came and the blizzard ruled 
I offered to do my share 
He smiled and said, "Everything's fine. 
Just the cow to milk and the pigs to feed 
And I'll be right back inside. " 

I put on my coat took shovel in hand 
And worked at clearing the path. 
In an hour it would be covered again 
But I needed to have some fresh air. 

All were in bed, the Christmas tree bright 
The Nativity set caught my eye 
Tenderly I picked up the manger, bow my head and say 
"Thank You Baby Jesus and Happy Birthday."

                                                                Cile Beer


Details | I do not know? | |

Love, Mania, and Verse

Love, Mania, and Verse

The pendulum swings,
while the mania in my head,
strips me bare and yanks me,
into the cauldron of love.

Once again,
never divining the tea leaves,
knowing, always knowing,
the gnawing knots of unease,
that curl into a fist.

My isolation is a shield,
a suit of armour,
tightly clad around my self,
once worn,
then discarded,
taking its place,
on my barren shelf.

Love, mania and verse,
coalesce, beseeching me,
with timeous forewarning,
not to tread into the quicksand,
that slippery bog of promise.

Yet,
in times past,
in moments present,
tis' that very promise,
that I cling to.

At times I lose,
myself in the crowd,
rebelling in the solitude found there,

at times I claw,
my way back to the now,
aching for the pain that stings,

the buried voice that sings,
dirges to forgotten emotions,

scribbled verse that flings,
the toys out of my cot,

while I wait,
for the mania to stop,

knowing,
always knowing,
that it shall be,

merely a matter of time,
before the other shoe,
must, as always, 
drop.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Onoins

I never did like onions
Or how it feels in my mouth
Try it once when I was small
But then quickly spit it out

I never did try it again
And I say that I never will
And so many years has past
haven’t change my mind still

When I got to buy fast food
I will always say before 
No onion and mayo please
Then ill double check for sure

But love make we do funny things
Especially when your love is true
The girl I love says, she love onions
And I said OMG I love it to

When you really love someone
There’s nothing you wouldn't do
You will sacrifice anything 
To show Your love for them is true

At that time I wasn't thinking
Guess I put my foot in mouth
Now I spend the whole day thinking
Of a way for me to get it out

I have to go by her this Sunday
To meet she mother and father
And if everything goes well
I plan to give her a ring after

But she said her father is a chef
From a long line of generation
And when he cooking food
He does use a whole lot of onion

Onions are one of the worlds 
Most popular vegetable,
And she father cooking Sunday
So I feeling very uncomfortable

Sit down at the table
He really cook allot of food
He put a lot of onions
So my fear for it got renewed

Comes time for dinner now
I ask for paper plate
Then I start picking out 
The onions to make separate

They all quiet watching me 
Waiting for me to explain
Trying to think of something fast
And idea comes to my brain

So I say to enjoy my onions
I have to be home watching TV
So I taking this home with me
To eat while watching C.S.I, Miami

Later that night told my girl friend
I don’t like onions I’m sorry
She said you do all the for me
So she drop a big kiss on me


Details | I do not know? | |

Hell Without You

I know I can’t stay,
I died the night you passed away,
I’m stuck haunting this place like a ghost.
Hell looks a lot like home,
My post,
Greeted by your scent in the bedroom
I’ve found my doom,
In a home I haunt.

Sulking like a ghost,
I’m wasting away,
I died the day you did,
But in a completely different way.
Hell looks a lot like home.

Lost without you beside me,
Hold me close,
Protect me.
Never deny me what I want
And all I want is you
So keep me close.
But without you, you haunt my dreams,
I see you everywhere,
But things aren’t as they seem.
Even heaven is hell without you,
And this home looks a lot like hell to me.


Details | I do not know? | |

Awake at Midnight

Awake at Midnight

sleep retreats
into tunnels of dewy thoughts

teasing the worn mind

awake at midnight
dreams recede

into caverns of mist
to brew their hazy potions

awake at midnight
weariness seduces the being

seeking to slip away
thirsting for solace in
the numbness of slumber
awake at midnight

still.


Details | I do not know? | |

Home

Home is where the Heart is,
For we all know this
From the moment we are born
There is a home full of bliss
For those that don't,
It is sad but true
For in my heart
my home is for you.
Our home is full of happiness, 
Gladness and Peace
Respect one and other
Before this world will cease.

For the light that shines through
Comes from me to you
My home is an open book
Please come take a look
Where there is Love,
There is Hate 
The two strongest words
In this world to date.
For in my home
There is no Hate
For the love I have
Is for you too take.

For in this world
There is a price
The price of Love
It can be nice
Don't  let go 
Of  what you have
Between YOU and ME
We can all be free
For in this world
Lets all stand tall
Embrace one and other
And be thankful ONE and ALL!!!


Details | Bio | |

Its all in a Night

Her barstool has six legs,
two are hers,
it plants her to the bar
and she is blooming like spring flowers.
Drinking in the spirits
from the bottles I serve her.
The smile she wears is false,
its from the bravado she drinks.
She lives with me,
calls herself mine,
but its the bottle that is really her home.
I only visit her 
and hold her dear,
because those moments seem to disappear.
I'm laughing at her as she shakes her butt 
                     to Johnny Paycheck,
while my hands move with speed and grace,
I'm serving the rednecks, cowboys
and other dubious charactors.
The girls are trying to look like movie stars
as mine waves at me,
she is teasing her way to a free drink,
but she always comes home with me.
Its past midnight
and everyone is tight,
laughing and being fools.
I'm the bartender,
leader of fools,
mixing their delights,
I light their smokes,
laugh at the bad jokes,
listen to their problems,
fix marriages
and broken hearts.
I'm the law 
and sometimes a nurse.
The night is over,
everyone is gone.
They're satisfied,
some found love for the night,
while others will be sleeping lonely,
but medicated.
I count the money,
peel my wife out of her barstool
and go home thinking,
its all in a night here at Cleve's,
I'm really just an actor
and the bar is my stage,
because all this isn't really me.
I'm just faking it,
lingering in the shadows
waiting for something else !






Details | I do not know? | |

Black Rain

As I stand out side in the pouring black rain
Off go the soldiers marching the same
Splashing their black boots in puddles that day
As I watch my daddy as he goes away

I scream his name as I wave good bye
Momma held brother and began to cry
Daddy looks back and waves with a whisper, good by my little angel I love you.
As families say good bye to their loved ones I say daddy I love you too

 As the soldiers march on through black rain
Cherishing the last moments hiding their pain
As the rain falls into night
I watch my daddy and I can’t see him in sight

As the eagle soars through the sky
Watching the days go by and by
Our flag still stands for freedom
Home will remain our kingdom

As black rain falls in the fields 
Soldiers fighting holding up their shields
Brave men risking their lives 
Can’t wait to get home to their children and their wives

Black rain rolling down daddy’s face
Moving through battle with steady pace
When battle was over and men were dead
Soldiers came home and tears were shed

As I run to my daddy, the warmth of his embrace
I missed you daddy.  I love you grace
Momma ran out with brother in hand
Jumped into daddy’s arms, there we stand

But remember our soldiers 
Fighting brave like warriors 
Families love and hope is their only gain
These are our soldiers in black rain. 


Details | Lyric | |

I wouldn't miss you

If I didn't need anybody
I wouldn't feel blue
if I didn't need anyone
I wouldn't miss you
if I could go on
in this world all alone
I wouldn't be drowning in this world so unknown

I wish things were easy
as everyone does
but things can't be easy
when the world loses cause
If things could be simple
then you would finally see
if home is where the heart is
then please come home to me

I wouldn't feel blue
if I didn't need anyone
I wouldn't miss you
if I could go on
in this world all alone
I wouldn't be drowning in this world so unknown

I wish you were closer
you're just out of reach
like the heavens above
where no sorrow can ever breach
if I could only hold you
like I want to right now
there'd be no more sadness
there'd be no way, no how

If things were only different
and we weren't apart
I'd close down this workshop
that heals my broken heart
if I could only hold you
like I need to now
there wouldn't be anymore heartache
there'd be no way, no how

If I didn't need anybody
I wouldn't feel blue
if I didn't need anyone
I wouldn't miss you
if I could go on
in this world all alone
I wouldn't be drowning in this world so unknown

If I didn't need anybody
I wouldn't feel blue
if I didn't need anyone
I wouldn't miss you


Details | Rhyme | |

A VISIT TO LONDON

When first I saw London, it was in a book in the library
Then I came to England, and experienced its history.

The Bridges over the River Thames, like Sentinals over the city stand
While the long Buildings of Parliament lay beneath Big Ben's command.
The Palace Guard at Buckingham, who keep safe her Majestsy 
Marched so smartly on parade...and were a wondrous sight to see.

The Cathedral at Westminster, final home to Kings and Poets too
Along with Heroes of the Realm, are honored and given their due.
The bustling floors at Harrods, with all the things to buy
Finding the right one for Granny, too soon home we fly.

The imposing Dome of St Paul's, its Windows of Stained Glass
Will not be erased from memory, so long as life will last.
The Double Deck Bus ride to Picadilly or the Tube to Trafalgar Square
Where stands the Column of Nelson, rising into the air.

Standing on the deck of the Cutty Sark, with the Moth laying close beside
A trip to the Maritime Museum, and a quiet Hansom ride.
We'll not forget the Museum of Art, the British Museum, or the Rosetta Stone
We'll long remember Traitor's Gate, where Ann Boleyn once entered alone.

Within the wall of The Tower are kept the Jewels of State
Lingering still are the Memories past, of Those who here met their Fate.
Alas, we'll miss this Great City, as homeward soon we go
But it is the People we will miss most of all, the Londoners we've come to know.

Though we know not your Names, your Faces will with us remain
As too soon we fly back to our home, and oft think of you again.
These few lines cannot begin to tell, the Cherished Thoughts we keep
Of your City, your History, your People...across the ocean so wide and deep.

We hope You always will be well, in your Country on the Sea
As Friends we part your Historic Land, our Best Wishes and Prayers are offered for Thee!


Details | I do not know? | |

Away from family

having a family back home is not easy,
especially when you can’t go home if you plan on coming back,
moving away from family and friends you’ve born with is not simple,
as lifeless fools wage wars to waste civilian’s lives,
as you relax in America, you wonder what if you were there? where would you 
be? and what would you be doing?
would you be waging wars too?
every day you think about whether your family still alive or not
not that you don’t keep track, but the fear of losing them without knowing what 
happened?
its always too long to be a way from a family no matter who your family is,
away from family is distressing,
without family how can you survive?
all of our daily lives include seeing our family
so how can you see them if they’re thousands of miles away and stuck in the 
country that you thought was going to help you get ahead
now tell me do you have a family?
then tell me is eight years too long to be away from a family


Details | Rhyme | |

My Summer Day's At The Park

Kissing you while passing by the school yard,
We're holding hands with your head on my shoulder,
"I love you chérie", is exactly what I told her,
"I love you too", said my love right beside me,
"I love you more", I said to ma chérie,
It's twelve p.m lets go out for ice cream,
Two minutes later we ditch it for hugging,
Right now we're swinging on swings at the park,
We hold our hands out to catch each others arms,
I finally caught yours and still swung away, 
I saw you smile and that made my day

It's two p.m, I thought it'd be much more later,
But being with you makes time go much quicker,
By now we're walking with your hand in my hand,
We're at the park and everything's going as planned,
We pass the baseball field and into the old bleachers,
Dirty and rusty but we'll ignore all the features,
Honestly I'd rather kiss her then talk to her,
But then again I wanna hear her till the end of the summer,
Five minutes later we're on top of each other,
We decided we'd rather be somewhere together

An hour passed and where in the middle of three,
And right now we're kissing under this tree,
The taste of your lollipop I thought was strawberry,
Until you correct me for it being cherry,
It's four in the afternoon and we're walking to another place,
I can't help myself from looking at your face

It six o'clock where did they time go by?
I should be leaving but I hate saying goodbyes,
It feels so early but I promise I should bring you home,
I would never let you walk home alone, so
I'll take guard as soon as we're gone,
You're home right now and I should let you go,
You tell me you have to and I just give up,
"I love you", she says says while she hugs me,
"I love you too", I say back so sadly,
"Let's spend tomorrow together", she suggests,
"Of course", I said, I'd rather say it again

We start the cycle every now and then,
And deep inside I know it's worth to do it again


Details | ABC | |

THE LONELINESS OF WAR

THE LONELINESS OF WAR


I know I’m still here so far, far away,
As I fight for what I believe is right.
I wonder about you and your mom,
Every moment of every day and night.

The loneliness of war can drive you insane,
If you don’t get letters of concern from home.
Left, right, behind and ahead,
Death awaits leaving love ones alone.

We pray to God that we will be saved 
To return home or live the here after.
Bloody, dirt-covered men, we see everyday,
As we yearn for those times of laughter.

The far off stare of a fallen comrade,
As you stay by his side till his end.
No mother ever carried her infant child,
More carefully, than we do a friend.

Many have their own personal diaries,
To help keep their faculties together.
Watching hot steel crash into human flesh,
Always makes home seem far away and better.

I’ve become an expert at dodging, weaving and diving,
So try not to worry too much about me.
Just help your mom and stand up from the ground,
And while I’m gone be all you can be.


By Tom Zart







Details | Light Poetry | |

Onions

I never did like onions
Or how it feels in my mouth
Try it once when I was small
But then quickly spit it out

I never did try it again
And I say that I never will
And so many years has past
haven’t change my mind still

When I got to buy fast food
I will always say before 
No onion and mayo please
Then ill double check for sure

But love make we do funny things
Especially when your love is true
The girl I love says, she love onions
And I said OMG I love it to

When you really love someone
There’s nothing you wouldn't do
You will sacrifice anything 
To show Your love for them is true

At that time I wasn't thinking
Guess I put my foot in mouth
Now I spend the whole day thinking
Of a way for me to get it out

I have to go by her this Sunday
To meet she mother and father
And if everything goes well
I plan to give her a ring after

But she said her father is a chef
From a long line of generation
And when he cooking food
He does use a whole lot of onion

Onions are one of the worlds 
Most popular vegetable,
And she father cooking Sunday
So I feeling very uncomfortable

Sit down at the table
He really cook allot of food
He put a lot of onions
So my fear for it got renewed

Comes time for dinner now
I ask for paper plate
Then I start picking out 
The onions to make separate

They all quiet watching me 
Waiting for me to explain
Trying to think of something fast
And idea comes to my brain

So I say to enjoy my onions
I have to be home watching TV
So I taking this home with me
To eat while watching C.S.I, Miami

Later that night told my girl friend
I don’t like onions I’m sorry
She said you do all the for me
So she drop a big kiss on me


Details | Rhyme | |

Amen, Good Times

Her special month is November,
 My special month is December, 
Gather around the fireplace,
 look at the burning ember
 My special time to remember,
 Listen to the wind chimes,
 These are my good times,
 Hear my voice,
 Please feel rejoice.
 Amen.
 No time for depression,
 Time for love and affection,
 Streets filled with snow,
 We're under the misltoe,
 There we had our first kiss,
 I've never felt so much bliss,
 Listen to the wind chimes,
 These are my good times,
 Hear my voice,
 Please feel rejoice. 
Amen.
 Its time for joy,
 Kids playing with their favorite toy, 
Gathering around the Christmas tree,
 Always something jolly to see,
 Looking back at the year,
 Not a single tear,
 Flying reindeer, 
Doing the shopping at the mall,
 Merry Christmas to all,
 Listen to the wind chimes, 
These are my good times,
 Hear my voice,
 Please feel rejoice. 
Amen. 
We're coming home,
 As a kid thats all we've known,
 Our homecoming,
 Our family singing,
 We're coming home again,
 Celebration with our children,
 We're coming home again,
 Bringing our souls closer to Heaven.


Details | Rhyme | |

Loneliness

It's dawn again, here comes the light
to end another sleepless night
and make me realise it's true
I look around, and there's no you.

It's time to get up out of bed
the body moves but my heart is dead
I look around, the house is bare
and all because you're not there.

I go to work and drive all day
eyes on the road, my mind astray
remembering the love we had,
it really is so very sad.

I come back home again at night
to live again in constant fright,
and look out of my window pane
and pray that you'll come home again.


Details | Free verse | |

Coming Back Home - On My Way To You

Dawn: I slipped away, started walking…

I walked alone for a thousand days -

I wandered through crowded cities,

Trudged through untrodden ways.

 

Now every road looks the same to me,

The allure of the unknown has faded.

Every day I lose myself a little more,

Always a cynic, I feel even more jaded.

 

It’s been so long I don’t even remember

What I was looking for when I set out

Leaving everything, everyone behind

With no scruples, no shadow of doubt.

 

Now I crave for things long forgotten;

I long for the times when secretly I knew

That no matter how far I drifted,

I would always find my way back to you.

 

Only you’ve gone someplace I can’t follow;

Not yet. Someday soon  although.

For now, I’m ready to come home and face

Your memories from a million moons ago.


Details | Elegy | |

Jesus Called You Home Today

Jesus called you home today
Said your time was up
Please walk this way
Follow him through the Pearly Gates
As you step through Heaven's Door
Please remember these few words

Mother I will miss you so
I'm sorry you had to go
You were only 49 years old
But your time on Earth was done
Now it was time for you to be an Angel
I know you'll be there to watch out for me

Like you were when you where here
I am happy though
You don't have to suffer from the cancer and stroke
Jesus took your hand and lead you home
Showed you a new life to live
Even though you are truely missed

I know theres holes in the floor of Heaven
And your my guardian Angel 
Watching out for me through my troubled times
You are still my guiding light
I love you mom but know its time
Cause Jesus called you home today


Details | I do not know? | |

ONE CHAIN

I AM

One chain
 
away
 
from the day
 
when everything was so black
 
and grey   
 
 
 
One chain
 
away
 
from when I actually care
 
about anything you have to say
 
 
 
One chain
 
away
 
from home sweet home
 
and home sweet home to stay
 
 
 

One chain 
 
away
 
from getting down on my knees
 
to say thank you, God, and pray
 
 
 
 
One chain 
 
away 
 
from convincing myself
 
that I'm gonna make it
 
and be ok
 
 
 
One chain 
 
away
 
from feeling hopeless
 
each and everyday
 
 
 
One chain 
 
away
 
from being on my back
 
abused
 
confused
 
and under attack
 
when everything was so grey
 
and black
 
  
One chain
 
away
  
from coming out of the black and grey
 
into the light where I can finally see
 
 

One chain
 
away


  from breaking loose 
 
and running free

from leaving you
 
and loving me


Details | I do not know? | |

Please grandpa come back to take me home with you

Grandpa when you passed away my heart broke,
 
you were always there for me. 
When I needed you so much 
you always took me to the park 
and pushed me on the swing,
Grandpa I’m just like you I know all the kids in the park 
liked you did.
Please grandpa come back To take me home with you, 
Because I'm missing you and my life is so hard when you are not here 
and family misses you too
We all love you. 
Please come back to take me home grandpa I love you.


Details | I do not know? | |

When Tonight Arrives

When Tonight Arrives.

When tonight arrives,
yet another whiskey-soaked, hazy search for absolution commences,
in nameless seedy dives,
where loneliness offers solace,
and self-pity thrives.

Staring at the bottle,
knowing it offers relief,
from the numbing pangs of grief,
while stripping down the edifices,
of trust and belief.

When tonight arrives,
with a million hearts exploding,
casting away loss,
and the comforting sense of foreboding,
I wait my turn at the guillotine,
bereft of peace,
moulting my skin,
as it strips away my clothing.

When tonight arrives,
without ceremony,
all innocence is lost,
my soul bearing the cost,
of tomorrow's pain,
cocooning my heart,
in a shroud of silence,
beneath mountains of frost.


Details | Ballad | |

HOME

There's a road I know
And it's takin me home
It's a long windey road
But no matter how long it takes I'm goin home
Yeah, I'm goin home

My home where ever it be
Weather here, or afar
My home is with you 
it's a shinin, shinin star
Yeah it's a shinin star

I've got my black boots on
As I'm, singin my song
Singin my song for you
I'm goin on my way, headin down that highway
Back to our fathers arms, yeah

As I'm lookin through those clouds
And I see all of those frowns
I promise you, my love will shine through
let my spirit guide you too, so turn those frowns upside down,
I'm smlin now, Yeah I'm smilin now

Please be sure that you know
That I'm FOREVER, ALWAYS in your heart
In your dreams day after day because
Because I LOVE YOU!!!


Details | I do not know? | |

71 years

71 years was not long enough for me.
I wanted to stay with you longer you see.
God called my name  and said my time on earth is done.
He said take my hand its time to come home my son.
I am sorry dear but i can not tell the lord no.
please take peace in knowing I am always with you wherever you go.
Thank you dear for all the love you showed to me.
Everyday i woke up i told myself how lucky must i be.
I know we teased eachother more than some.
But i always knew it was love even when you called me Dum Dum.
The years together have been great theres no doubt. 
We gave our kids a life to tell our grandkinds about.
I will be waiting up here untill you are by my side.
Because it is not the same here without my one and only bride.
Dear you know i love you and i forever will.
You will always be my one and only thats trully how i feel.
The lord blessed our lives by putting us together.
One day again we will be together forever.
Honey i love you and sorry again i did not stay.
I can not wait to see you again when god brings you home someday.
Dear i love you I hope you will always know.
If you ever need me i will be with you wherever you go.
Thank you so much for everything you have done for me.
our marriage together is an example of how all should be.
Thanks again and let this not be goodbye.
Honey we will see each other again in our mantion in the sky.


Details | Free verse | |

At Night

Lately,
I've been thinkin' about leavin' you.

I don't think on it much
in the daytime,

but at night,
after we make love
and you drift off 
into a careless sleep,
I lie next to you 
with my head propped
 
and I think about how 

you use to come 
straight home after work
with carnations and Chinese take-out.
And how we'd spend Friday nights
makin' plans for the weekend.

And I think about how

we use to cuddle each other in bed,
braggin' or *****in' about our day.

And then,
then--

I think about how
good you smell
when you come home late at night--
tippin' into our bedroom
and slippin' into bed,
while I lie there

pretendin' to be asleep.


Details | I do not know? | |

A home I Can Call my Own

My Papa died before mama born me 
And mama leave me before I could see 
In the dweeling house of the faithful. 
The people give me everything 
Nourinshing my soul by teaching me 
But I feel something is missing 
In my heart,emptiness is there 
And seeking for it is the only answer 
So I leave the place,which they call my"home" 
With the pormise in my heart 
I will keep the memories of this place 
And the only hope that I have 
Is the picture of a woman in my hand 
I didn't know the world where I stay 
Is different from the world I am walkin in 
But with my courage and faith 
I will walk this path of hardness 
Even though I will be one of the people 
Sleep in the street,felling cold and hanger 
I will carry all just for the woman in the picture 
God hear my agony during the lonely nights 
So He lead me to the house 
Where this woman in the picture stay 
I'm very happy and excited,I knock on the door 
the old woman in uniform open the door 
Ask me who I want and what I want 
So I tell her the reason and show her the picture 
And this is the woman  say: 
"Your mother come back after she elope 
With the gardener of this house,she love most 
And your gandfather accept her 
With the condition follow his order 
And that is to forget she have a daughter 
Because having you in this house is a big scandal 
For the family belong to the royal blood 
But your mother love you so much 
She tried to escape from the guard 
To look for you in the place where she left you 
But she fall in the window and died 
To avoid the guards watching her all the time 
And like the old saying"sorry always come last" 
Your grandfather died because of too much pain in the heart 
Blaming himself for the death of your mother 
But before he died he look for you 
Hoping that seeing you will ease the pain he felt 
But your grandpa didn't got a chance 
Because like your mother, he die " 
My tears dropping after hearing what she say 
Knowing I have no chance to say"mama" 
And the cemetery is the only place 
Where I could see her 
And the first word "Hi" I want to say when I see her 
Will be the start of saying good bye. 
I left the place where everyone love and care for me 
To look for the woman who give birth of me 
Hoping with her we could start a home 
A home that I can call really my own.







Details | I do not know? | |

A Typical Day

 
I look out the window, but no mountains I see
She's where they are, and I long to be
She steps out the door, where the sun always shines
2000 miles between us, of highway white lines

Time zones separate us, dark here, there light
I watch the clock both day and night
Imagining what she's doing each minute of the day
Is she busy working, or with the boys at play

I miss sharing the moments, with her they'd last
From morning to evening we were the cast
The two of us only, with the boys, it was bliss
Away from it now, there is so much that I miss

Each night, her at the stove, or me at the grill
We'd finish our dinner, then a cheap thrill 
Was playing a card game, which most times I won
She's a good sport, which made it great fun

A hot-dog at Costco, the best deal in town
Then over to Starbucks, her Chi she drank down
Back home to her office, where she worked so hard
Me in the lounge chair, or at work in the yard

Most days not exciting by others measurement
But we were together, so we were content
Sometimes I was too idle, my head would ache
For something to do, but then she took a break

I want her to know how happy I’d be
If she would say, Daddy, come home to me
My heart would be lighter, the joy extreme
But as it is now, that's only a dream


Details | Bio | |

OTHER Woman

So am a witch to your friends because they can't win and a home wrecker to your 
women who don't even no me, but when your homies are gone and your are 
away from home I am the one you come lay up on. I want to grow in improve not 
grow into you I am throwing my life away trying to love you, not to mention when I 
need you the most that's the time you all ways get ghost. I don't like who I am 
because of this life that I choose I am good enough to sex but not good enough 
to come home to. What's a girl to do when she finds herself loving a fool and her 
heart is weak and totally subdued how could she every fall in love with you. You 
tell your girl your at work, and you tell me you  have told her about us yet we still 
cant go out to eat in public in such. There is nothing worst to do then to be play 
just like a fool and you are searching for a dream that is to far to be seen, how 
will my life ever be the same with all the hurt that my heart is in because I choose 
to be with a man who has made me his other woman.


Details | Rhyme | |

EVERLASTING LOVE

EVERLASTING LOVE

The revelation of God to us in His word is that He is love
Best displayed in the gift of His Son given to us from above
He was sent by the Father to be the sacrifice for our sin
By the shedding His blood He purchased our pardon.

The debt had been paid God’s wrath was appeased
He was raised from the dead the Father was pleased
By grace through faith we are forgiven and born again
By the power of the Holy Spirit we are made alive in Him.

The veil was torn from the top Christ had opened the way
Come boldly my child is what we hear the Father say
He proves Himself faithful with new mercies every morning
He fills our hearts with His love causing us to go on rejoicing.

Nothing can separate us from God’s love in Christ Jesus our Lord
Stop listening to Satan’s lies and believe the truth in His word
We are more than conquerors because of His love and His grace
Filled with His Spirit we are empowered to run and finish the race.

One day we will see Him face to face all because of His love
Finally at rest in our eternal home that heavenly city above
Led all the way by His Spirit He guided us home to glory
Conformed into His image our lives became His story.



Details | Free verse | |

Black Widow

She held him like a priceless vase
Gently, lovingly in her arms
The promise of love for eternity 
Was said without words

He held her tightly 
As if she were a dream
That was about to vaporize 
He loved her dearly.

Her eyes searched his for doubt
But none could be found
She knew she brought out the best in his weakness
Total submission was her prize

He worked hard to gain her affection
Returning home late, exhausted
But forcing himself the extra mile
To posses her, to make love to her, his dream

While he slaved at work she kept the house
Entertaining gentleman callers
Lustfully spending his love without indiscretion
And denying him at his tenacious appetite

He returned home early to find her
Joyously overwhelmed by her male covertness
He remembered how hard he fought to keep her from 
Her expulsion to her home country

She knew her fate, it was sealed in time 
She ran after him but the deed was done
It took a moment and they took her in exile to be deported
Her regret trickled down her cheeks as the taste of her fruits matured


Details | Rhyme | |

A Prayer For Your Safe Return

Lord I love Rodney.
I love him infinitely.
Please bring him back home to me.
He don’t need to run the streets.
Bring him home safely,
To his loving wifey.
I will welcome him gladly.
Please shower your spirit,
On him daily.
Let him know, 
That we both love him insanely.
Keep that ignorant girl,
Away from his sight.
Open his heart,
To love us with all his might.
Let him know that it’s not your way,
To run away from a call
That you place on his life
From birth.
His life has so much worth.
I really genuinely love Rodney.
Please, Lord, bring him home to me.
He don’t need to run the streets.
Bring him home safely,
To his loving wifey.
So that his life, 
Will give you the glory.
And that you will bless 
Him, me, and our family.
As he shares with the  world, 
His life story.










Details | Rhyme | |

Divine Parents

Who is like the Sun
who comes riding his white steed
the leader of the holy ones
and of his people Abram's seed
 
I will hold you because it is what you need
I will listen above all others I exceed
when I arrive it will      be to take you home
a place of Love          where you will never be alone
 
I'll give you children who            are needing your affection
with the ability       to give them all protection
this is the home                           that contains abundant joy
where happiness                     reaches every girl and boy
 
In this home           no child will ever hunger
suffer any pain                          or any kind of danger
they will be able     to run the fields wild
play with the animals                  like every dreaming child
 
Every day                                   will be a new adventure
not dependant                           on some monetary venture
every family          of the nations       has this task
to learn of Loves                      requirements at last
 
Earth was meant                  to be a place of beauty
not a hard line of unconsidered duty
where people hate            learning how to give
but free to Love            and reaching out to live
 
We have painted the pictures          over many century
for your consideration                 of what will come to be
you have the choice      of what you listen to
and of your actions                     in everything you do
 
For all existing                  must learn a single Law
that Love must cover        everyone to exist at all
every example that to you                    which has been given
demonstrates the cause effect          that you have been livin'
 
Over and over             the truth these examples set
in daily life         the things you must not forget
when you understand                   that every I must become We
for without Love           you cannot reside eternity
 
These are the things             promised to Loves Bride
the joys of Life         and working side by side
a perfect Union              of those joined heart to heart
to bring forth Life          and in its sharing have a part
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Free verse | |

Everyday, Everyday

Take time
Don't lose yourself today, no
Make time
to let yourself slip away, now

And everyday that I follow
I try to realize
I'm doing what I have to 
just to try to get by
And everyday that I swallow
another ounce of pride
I come home to my doorstep
And go back to my life
And everyday, everyday

It's night time
So go drink words with all your friends yeah
It's a great time
for you to show love to the world yeah

It's no use crying or throwing your tantrums
The ladies want a nice gentleman who looks handsome
Put a feather in your cap, step back
tilt your bottle back, love your bartender
Remember that.

There's no time for fightin
or cell phone drama, there's only time for lovin one another

If you agree throw your drink up with me
Here's a toast to tonight 
when everything went right.

And everyday that I follow
I try to realize
I'm doing what I have to 
just to try to get by
And everyday that I swallow
another ounce of pride
I come home to my doorstep
And go back to my life
And everyday, everyday.


Copyright © 2011 


Details | Narrative | |

JUST TELLING IT LIKE IT IS

So what's your excuse this time
for coming home late again?
I've been sitting here worried sick out of my mind
I want to know have you been out creeping?
Don't you dare give me that look!
You're not as innocent as you claim,
You should've been here at home hours ago from work!
but instead you're out having a good time with "Ms. Thing"!
Shh. Before you begin get your lies together
I don't want to hear any stammering and studdering,
I've stuck by your side through the worse kind of weather
and this is how you thank me!
I've been allowing you get by for quite a while now
when you come home late I've managed to not say a peep,
But I think it's high time that you tell it to me straight right now
we're going to settle things before we go to sleep.
You say you've be out with your friends
just hanging out and shooting the breeze,
But I've noticed that when you come back you don't have any more of your ends
you out spending like the bill don't need to get paid and we don't need to eat.
But it's not your friends that you be out with late at night
that's the same, tired story you always give me,
For quite some time my suspensions have been right
you've got another woman on the side other than me.
Tell me what on earth have I ever done to deserve such pain?
Tell me what on earth have I ever done to deserve such betrayl?
Things between us are never going to be the same
Just pack your bags and raise on up out of here!
You may think there's no way I can survive without you
because all of this time I've been so dependent of you,
With the help of God and my family I know I'll pull through
be gone! I no longer need you!
I'm just telling it like it is...


Details | I do not know? | |

They Do Not See Me at All

They Do Not See Me at All

they do not see me at all...

as I walk through these desecrated avenues

of soul-deadening frenzy

I see them all rushing past me

and no matter how hard I try to holler and to call

they do not see me at all

it seems at times, that invisible am I

for when I reach out, and shriek out, and when on my knees I crawl

they rush past me

for they do not see me at all

I have tried to raise their ire, I have taunted and goaded them, till exhausted and fatigued, to the cold damp ground I fall

still they rush past me

for they do not see me at all

I stand mutely then and wave my hands all around while scribbling verses in my unintelligible scrawl

and yet they rush past me

for they do not see me at all

they rush past me, knocking me over without ever looking back

and then trampling over my fallen form, they look past my limp crumpled shadow, as they whine on in their monotonous drawl

for they do not see me at all

and when at last I see them look my way, and as a flicker of recognition crosses their faces

I wish to crawl back into my nothingness

where they cannot see me at all


Details | I do not know? | |

I sit by the window

You've been gone a day or more,
i've missed you so much my darling.
I sit by the window and watch the road,
await for your return with yearning.

Waiting as I sit near the window,
watching through the misting rain.
Hoping your little red pickup truck,
soon brings you back home again.

You went off to the ocean city,
to handle some business there.
You have been gone for only a day,
honey, it seem more like a year.

I sit here and forlornly wait,
for you to drive into our yard.
Hoping your little red pickup truck,
soon brings you back home to my arms.


Details | I do not know? | |

Apart

Dear Mommy,

Hush mommy don’t whimper a sound.
In your heart I can be found.
They took you away from me I don’t know why.
Be brave mommy don’t cry.
It will always be see you latter but never goodbye.
They call this home the days are long.
You are my home with you I belong.
Keep wishing on stars because you love me I am not far.
Mommy rests now close your eyes and dream.
Remember all the things we did we still are a team.
Mommy you miss me
things will be better you will see.
I keep your picture in my backpack.
I keep you with me so I can talk and sleep with you when the night is black.
Mommy don’t shed a tear.
We may be together next a year!
Mommy you told me rainbows are from God
full of colors for hope and wishes not to sob.
I will find one so our wish to be together it will be.
Mommy I remember your smile and please don’t forget me!
Mommy being apart hurts my heart.
With my colors I drew a rainbow and a kiss for you its my picture art.
I love you I am waiting for you.
Maybe tomorrow you will come and get me.
Mommy I know someday we will be together again you will see.

Love your Child.


Details | Verse | |

~ Wander Back Home ~

With great joy in my heart today, I 
wander back home to Him, to see 
for myself the beauty in measure 
one contained therein within the 
heart so full yes full, so full of the 
grace that I adore, as all the while 
He has brought within me this one 
emotion, and with my better intentions 
and in all my, tenderness, I can say, 
never again will I begin to be the one 
so fickle, as to take even a tiny gander 
beyond the humbleness of my abode, 
for to know me now, you would see 
me in this my one affection, for His love 
in some great measure in way has kept 
me, for through His goodness I have 
grown, as I have given over the hold I 
had, the very knack to be recluse and 
rebel from Him in His, good nature, and 
I can see now that my home was to be 
with Him, and as well, one of my greatest 
favors, for as within His grace, He beheld 
me in His fervor even beyond the day 
that I walked away, and so now today, 
back to Him, I wander home, for there 
is no better time than now, yes, my friend, 
their is no better time than now, so this 
shame He can take away from me, and 
make me one a man alive, and living free, 
and whole again, I wander back home to 
Him, to Him and His gracious way of 
mercy and forgiveness it is with great
joy that today to stay with Him, and 
His Perfect ways, of Grace, I wander back, 
home.


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Amber Leaves

Amber leaves drifting seaward,
floating home downstream to you
where yellow moonbeams dance
upon your windswept shores of blue.

And how I long to gaze
into the depths of your Atlantic eyes,
cool and icy blue,
wouldn't Newman and Sinatra be surprised?

But I'm a million miles away,
drowning in Lelystad rain,
dropping amber leaves into the sea,
wondering when I'll be home again.


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The Happy Place

Mornings delight is present with the laughter of so many little children.
My street is filled with pitter-pattering little feet that are out and about.
Each home impressively stands tall with a very valid gift on this street! 
Each home esteemed by many splendorous seeds yielding viable sprouts!

Laughter and joy fills up in my air allowing the child in me to cheer again.
Little hearts pound with excitement from all that is complete and genuine.
These streets are always stirring up in sounds of my own pure innocence.
Many of my screams are carried out through many of their tiny shouts.
Their little lives engage with my own will to thrive alive on this street.
Not one shimmering smile is shaded by a stunting glimpse of doubt.

This is The Happy Place and exact with what my eyes can clearly see.
It is my place of comfort that carries me back to where I've already been!
The Happy Place holds the master key to my life of many, many things!
My warmest images are portrayed by the innocence of a child's smile.
The Happy Place holds my essence in presence of many, many memories.
The face of my own authenticity identified is what this child's smile brings.
The Happy Place is a true gift in this world freely given by a precious child.
A genuine smile dignifies my world restoring my truth purified by my honesty!

® Registered:  2009   Ann Rich


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To my mother

When I was youthfull…young
I had peers that are wayward…wrong
but her wealthy words made me steady… strong
Now I’m old… not tempted by the tales of throng

My mom told me to stay and never sway
Even if I am worldly, weary … wicked way;
In the sun and rain…naughty night or darling day
She taught me to know the time to play and pray

She has taught me never to fear or frown
Even if the scorching sun makes me dry… down
In the ocean of life, I feel I am going to drown
But I come out as pure gold…the talk of the town

My mother, my tender home when I was fragile
Thy balm and boobs blessed me till I was agile
You gave everything you’ve got…going the extra mile
Now I live a life that’s worthwhile…I sail and smile

When I was youthfull…young
I had peers that are wayward…wrong
but her wealthy words made me steady… strong
Now I’m old… not tempted by the tales of throng

My mom told me to stay and never sway
Even if I am worldly, weary … wicked way;
In the sun and rain…naughty night or darling day
She taught me to know the time to play and pray

She has taught me never to fear or frown
Even if the scorching sun makes me dry… down
In the ocean of life, I feel I am going to drown
But I come out as pure gold…the talk of the town

My mother, my tender home when I was fragile
Thy balm and boobs blessed me till I was agile
You gave everything you’ve got…going the extra mile
Now I live a life that’s worthwhile…I sail and smile


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It's Like

It's like a strand of your hair,
to the way that you walk,
to the sound of your voice,
and the way that you talk.
 
It's like coming home from work,
to seeing you soon,
to hear how your day was,
to seeing you home noon.
 
It's like the thought of you close,
to the way you are near,
to the way you hold me,
to the way you are here.
 
It's like being in love,
feeling without knowing,
dreaming to believing,
knowing without showing.
 
I know what it's like to want,
to care,
to love,
and to share.
 
I know what it's like to hurt,
to cry,
to feel heart break,
and to try.
 
It's like wondering,
to make it all better,
to discuss,
and to have it all matter.


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YOU part2

   
why do i feel so bad 
why do i feel so sad 
at this point im beginning to feel mad 
why do i feel like you don't want me 
when I already knew how it was going to end 
in heartache 
I should have never gotten so deep 
I knew it was real 
so I thought 
not for you any way 
i put my all into it 
and you act as though you cant see the light 
is it not bright enough 
am i not shining it in the right place 
or are you just to dump to see it 
tell me what am I doing wrong 
never mind that 
i'ma tell you how i feel 
and trust that its not me 
i was there for you 
when you needed a shoulder to lean on 
i was there when you needed someone to talk 
to someone or anyone about what you were going through 
i sat there and listen 
to you tell me about how in love you are with this girl 
when you already know what i was thinking 
that , that girl you were telling me you were in love with was me 
i listened to the poems you wrote just for her 
and wished they were written to me 
i could hear how hurt you were 
and put on a show for you to hear 
just so you wouldn't know i was hurting just as much as you were maybe more 
because i sat there and listen to you say 
over and over again 
about how much she meant to you 
and that it was going to kill you when she went back home 
i sat there and listen to how you were trying to get over her 
by trying to put me in her place 
telling me you love me 
when you knew in your heart 
and in your soul 
that you were saying it to her 
i was so stupid 
i should have known 
i could never be that one you truly wanted 
i could never be the girl friend 
you were proud of 
all i could be 
was that great listener of yours 
who told you what she thought about the problem and not how she felt 
i let you put me here 
now i have to get myself out 
we could never be happy together 
because to you im just the second best 
the one flying back home 
will always have that number one spot in your heart and i cant touch that 
so stop dragging me in your sorrows 
i have my own........YOU 
but believe me when I say I will for love you and you will for ever be a part of me 
as she is with you. 
 


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Start Over

Sitting here all alone,
The silence crawling in.
Just waiting for the telephone
To ring it's dreadful ring.

To hear your voice on the other line,
To hear you say you've made a mistake.
"I'm coming home, everything's fine,
I didn't mean to cause your heart to break".

You promised me you would call
When you got things all sorted out.
Do you miss me at all, 
Or are you glad you got out?

Are you coming home to be with me,
Or is this the end?
Do you just want to be free
And not have to pretend?

That everything's going to be okay
And we just have to deal with the stress.
I wish you hadn't walked away;
Together, we could sort through this mess.

You're not the only one
Who's been through a lot.
How can you just say we're done
When I feel that we're not?

Come home so we can figure this out,
So we can stop the pain.
I promise not to shout
If we can start over again.


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The Revenge of Sylvia Plath: Part 1

Brilliant poet
Whose life was consumed with tragedy
Existence filled with bitter losses
Happiness forsaking her life
Passionate romance 
With poet Ted Hughes
Swept her away
Bringing magic into her dreary life
Relationship intensified
And they became united
Living in marital bliss
Coddling their two children
For a short spell

Through their love of poetry
They formed a special bond
That was destroyed by an opportunist
A temptress named Assia
Tender kisses turned into lonely tears
As Ted's desire for Assia waxed
His interest for Sylvia waned
Her life now engulfed in despair
She found it hard to cope with the reality
That was her life
She decided to kiss Ted goodbye forever
By placing her head in the oven
And turning the gas on
Ending her pain forever

From there Assia stepped into Sylvia's shoes
Residing in the home where Ted and Sylvia
Shared their lives together
Raising her children
Loving her husband
As if she were taking Sylvia's place
But, even after Sylvia joined the dark realm
Walking hand and hand with the grim reaper
Her memory still lingered behind
Her former home with Ted
Became like a shrine
Filled with the overwhelming presence
Of Sylvia's most treasured possessions
Assia could not escape the ghost
Of her former rival's presence

Though in life
Sylvia was cast aside and forgotten
Now it seemed that her spirit
Would not let go
Of the injustices she suffered
At the hands of the manipulative woman
Who used every ploy
To steal Ted away from her


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Home, sweet home

Home, sweet home........ 

There is no place like home in this world
Home sweet home where I always live so happily
A light from the sky seems to bless us there
and God's love is spread all over there
How happy when you sit with loved ones
and to see their faces full of love smile 
How nice to sit near our parents and great parents
and listen to their old stories that bring us lessons too
Our garden full of greenery and the flowers are bloomed to give us pleasure
All those birds on the trees singing gaily to give us a peace of mind
Our pets run freely in and out of the house
and keep us busy to watch their naughtiness
When I over look, the mountains in their great splendor
that blows with cool breeze to give us healthy life 
Our neighbors are dear and so helpful without fear
An exile from home, bring nothing but sadness
Because home is sweet home.

Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @2007 Ravi Sathasivam
 


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My Final Decree

I’m still flying high in the sky
Because I have my friends
In this place I’ve found grace
No rules I need to bend

Without a doubt it comes out
The evil from within
Times it’s hard to forget the yard
Glad that I have my friends

Pain in my soul you’ll never know
But I think that’s ok
Cause I write it out without a doubt
It’s just another day

As of yesterday what can I say?
Love broke open the stone
Friends to my heart always a part
I’m soup down to the bone

A special place home is grace
Let us all join the feast
In the end I love my friends
The belly of the beast

Opened wide nowhere to hide
Finally I am free
In this life I love my wife
And all she means to me

It’s also true that I love you
And all of your advice
Led me home and broke the stone
I am free of my vice

Friends are back I feel like Jack
Just running up the hill
I have no doubt it will work out
Through all the love I feel

You guys got me to be set free
Sending my friends a book
Through the pain the loss and gain
Forgive me take a look

Now I’m as free as a man can be
My heart I fill with love
Once again I’m a worthy friend
A gift from God above

Now I’ve said what’s in my head
I’m tired as can be
I end this write with goodnight
My day’s final decree 


---------------------------------
If anyone has any idea how to reach
our fellow souper Margaret Okubo 
could you please give me her hookup
now. We always send each other copies
of our books but I have no idea where 
to send hers to now, God Bless, MJ


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I need you

I feel like I'm slowly dying from all this pain
I don't know how much more I can handle
I miss you soo much
Words could not describe how much I miss you 
Or even how much I need you right now
I feel soo lost without you in my life
It hurts to wake up in the morning
And know that I won't see you that day 
Or even many more days to come
I try hard to hide my sadness 
But I can't
For my eyes are started to stay dark and puffy
From all the crying I do 
Every single night
I cry for you, I cry cause I need you desperatly 
I need you soo badly
Nobody understand how much I need you right now
I have needed you since the day you left
I have no one to hold me when I cry
I have no one to make me stop crying
No one to ease my everyday pain
Come home please 
Even if it's just for a day, even an hour 
Just please come home so we can be together
So I can find that much needed reason to stay alive
Cause without you here I feel like dying!
Just come home and hold me tight never let go
Let me know you'll always be here for me 
No matter what happens
I need you NOW


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as you go.

Seams like yesterday you were going to your first day of school, now twelve years later
your moving on to start a new, from father to son here are things to remember oh ya have fun,

hold your self with dignity, for no likes collage kids with stupidity,
always use your manners and have class, we taught you well enough to not show your ---,
remember to be your self, yes that means you will have to ask for help,
always wake knowing it's your life, and your going there to learn not to find a wife,
remember we all fall down, and what your mom and I would do when you would frown,
don't second guess your self, you know you can do this even with out help,
call home if you ever need something, if its only for money the phone will only ring,
you know how your moms love will be sent, in packages behind my back with good intent,
don't drink to much, we know you'll drink alcohol just don't be a lush,
call home every day, your sister and mother will think you have so much to say,
just call and send your love in a minute or two, or just call to have some one to talk to,
wash your cloths and keep your self clean, not like at home, you know what I mean?
do all that you can to learn what it is you need to know to do what it is you want to do,
make friends don't put your self in the wrong place and don't act a fool,
remember who you are, and that we love you no matter what near are far,
keep your trust in your faith, it is God who helped you to this place,
trim your nose hairs, keep your feet clean, don't stress, don't get over whelmed stay calm,
don't let no one are nothing get you down stay positive like your mom,
you have to watch your self now your a big boy growing into a fine young man 
and I know we taught you well,  stand up striate hold you head high and take a stand,
son we'll miss having you here, but we know we have to let go regardless of our fear,
this is your life now and we wish you all the joy and happiness that you brought us,
and if you ever want to just come home, just do it  we love with out any fuss,


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I Wonder

We havent seen eachother since August 16th,2007
It is now January 29th 2008.
You'll be home in three months..

I wonder and think about alot of things.

I wonder if you have changed,

Or wonder have I changed?

I wonder if you still love me

Or wonder if I still love you

I wonder if you holding me in your arms still will make me feel safe

Just like it used to..

I wonder if you will still trust me

Or wonder if I will beable to trust you

I wonder if we'll beable to be together forever

I wonder what it will be like the first day you finally come home 

I wonder what I will do that day

I wonder if your family will accept me

And I wonder if someday my family will accept you

I wonder if we'll have kids

I wonder if we'll get married

Most of all I wonder if you'll ever beable to let go of what you have been through 

the past two years.

Or I wonder if you will be scarred for life......


                     I WONDER
there's not a single second that I don't think about what it will be like when you 
finally come home.


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A Long ago fairy tale

Long ago and far away 
There stands in the harshest of lands 
A man without plenty 
He dreams of a place to call his own 
He wanders from home to home 
Fighting his fights and plundering his goods 
Lives like animal deep in the woods 
He follows a group with out rhyme or reason 
Roaming through life and all of the seasons 
There to his wonder he found but a dream 
There lays a woman crying in need 


She was tattered and frightened and very alone
And here, from her horse she was thrown 
Her eyes were like a vision that he’d never known 
Her hair was long and golden brown
And upon her head she wore a small crown 
So he helped her with her darkest fears
And kindly wiped away her tears 
She had never met such a man 
With ripped clothes and dirty hands 
The man she ran from was cold mean 
Causing her to run from that scene 
This man had a smile that was trusting and compassionate and true 


And in the smallest of hours her love for him grew 
But he feared he had nothing to give her 
No fancy clothes, home and nothing to eat  
So with his defeat 
He raised to his feet, and walked away 
And minutes later she run after him to convey
And say, “I love you”, please stay 
Together we can be happy and gay
I don’t care about jewels or money 
I know if I stay with you everyday will be sunny 
So off they rode into the woods with just the clothes on their back 
And she felt so content with a man named Mac 



 ( This is a fairy tale with a message!)


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when autumn begins

When Autumn Begins 

20 hundred hours…is that nautical enough for you? Evening sky was marvelous, 
I should have been a painter my anemic words cannot justify the awe the world 
still can offer us who are not blind. Blaring horns, the road back home is narrow 
and impatient drivers wanted to pass I pulled over and a driver shouted: “fools 
like you should be banished from driving. “ Guess he was right. It was darkening 
quickly big juicy drops hit asphalt drummed on the roof and hollered: “save us 
take us home we don’t want fall on a useless road, we’ll water your rose bushes, 
the thorny ones that cut your arms when you try to prune them, we can promise 
a dew fresh rose for you lapel.” Right! Like I should be a city gent, I haven’t got
a suit, so there.  Afar a fog horned blared melancholically, once I was a seafarer 
but the roses I met in harbour bars, had only vulgar beauty to offer. At home rain 
fell on old tiles, I made a whisky mixed with rose dew and thought of lost love.    


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The Vase

When just a child so young
I saw it in your home
The very beautiful vase
That sat on a shelf alone

A vase of glass cut so fine
It held a single rose divine
Admiring it from afar
At home we only had a jar

Our furnishing were simple
In our home there was no plan
It was not designed by a master
We did the best that we could demand

How could I ever imagine
A vase just so refine
You would put in my trousseau
So I could have a rose divine


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A New Plot

A new plot we are moving to very soon
Either in May or the first week in June
From C37 our haven that’s just with in reach
To C40 a little bit nearer to our restful beach

Not a big move but one we will enjoy
Into our ABI focus our new pride and joy
For holiday magic the whole season through
Long weekends away and main holidays to

I will love being there with you by my side
To enjoy the beach and the ebb and flow of the tide
We’ll be a bit warmer central heating and that
No need to be cold wearing gloves and a hat

It won’t take us long to actually move in
For as is usual you’ve organised everything
We’ll soon be enjoying ourselves just you see
Especially when were alone you and me

So roll on C40 with a little more space 
To the day when to our new caravan we race
Together we chose it to suit us just right
Just can’t wait till it arrives so we can spend our first night

I hope you’ll be happy and enjoy our time there
I’m sure that I will be, you with me to share
Our home away from home down by the coast
Sharing it always with the one I love most


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Yes, Autumn,... That So Sweet Time Of Year!!

Raking the leaves high, than jumping in.  Every now and then, disgusted when
you learn a dog beat you to it.  Scary, hunched back cats, jangling skeletons,
Bobbing for apples, Rosy cheeks on your friends.  Cupcakes in the classroom.
And, oh, that lovely moon!!  Days gone by when you were permitted to burn the 
leaves.  Making use of the lack ot leaves to climb high into the sturdy elm trees.
Candy!!  Candy corn, lollipops, pennies and nickels, running home with your 
precious loot...oh, my.  Most everyone with a new fall jacket...pencils, erasers,
rulers, and all those intimidating school suppies, covering text books with brown
paper supermarket bags.  Darkness coming earlier... that marvelous feeling
when you jump in your bed, and it is so cold, until your body heat warms it up.
Scary movies on TV. A time when families actually ate together at the dinner
table.  When sleep was never more than five minutes away, once in bed.
When the truthes and mythes about our country went uncontested.  Smiles at
the table, oh, rats, the homework!!  Didn't we do enough in school?  Walking 
home with books and friends.  A time of innocence, a time of happiness.  Oh how
sad today's children live in such a relatively drab world, or do they see it that  way?
But, oh that huge, shiny moon epitimizes it the best.  Go there? "Iz U Kra-Z?
When Superman and the Mickey Mouse Club were there to enertain you.  And all 
the cowboy shows.  But Dad would put on Mitch Miller or Perry Mason, and he 
came home exactly at 6 PM when Popeye was on.  We'd run to greet him, who 
knew, he might have a treat.  Potatoes ever night.  Smiles...No bipolar misery.
And oh, the beautiful moon!!  I would stare at it most every night, so mysterious,
so majestic.  So Autumn.


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Karen

 
Come to me my green eyed girl

and give me something 

that soothes me like a summer storm

so easily my green eyed girl

sharing my life's burdens

and keeping my spirit warm

We both rode that roller coaster

getting stoned laughing, and getting sick

but now we're home and the ride is over
Lets do it why don't we just do it

Come to me my green eyed girl
and give me loving



that soothes me like a summer rain so easily my green eyed girl

come to me girl and come and come again

 I know we've both gone off the high dive

we close our eyes , hold our breath , and go

and I thank God that we're both still alive

cause we never checked the water down below
Everything has a reason they say

I know there's a reason why I'm feeling this way

Come to me and come to me again

The places that you take me

sure better than where I've been

Yeah we both rode that roller coaster

getting stoned, laughing , and getting sick

but now we're home and the ride is over
lets do it, why don't we just do it
Come to me my green eyed girl

and give me loving

that soothes me like a summer storm

so easily my green eyed girl

sharing my lifes burdens 

and keeping my spirit warm.


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The Immigrant

The Immigrant


Seeking solace. 
Seeking a home.

The immigrant finds, 

rotten prejudice. 
Fungal anger. 

The immigrant, 

alone, hoping for, 

A solitary chance. 

To belong. 

The immigrant, 
alone, always, 

an outside entity. 
Eternal outcast. 

A viral threat. 
A reeking odour. 


The immigrant, 

ever alone, 
and alone knowing, 
that no place exists, 
but that lost home.


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So This Is How It Feels To Be Free

I really wish I were free from the clutches
You have put over me
You’ve got me bruised and choked and hurt
And covered my eyes so I can’t see.
I cannot show my abuse 
Or my longing for my freedom 
I wish I were sometimes all alone
Marching to the bat of my own drum.
I yearn for my times away from you
When I am out of your reach
Only then can I begin to relax
And breathe a sigh of relief.
I come home and go out to see you
And you always act so sweet
Then you turn when we’re alone
Into some sort of vicious beast.
You throw me up against the wall
And bang my head into the bricks
But I still come back to you every night
Because I’m brainwashed by your tricks.
You beat my arms and pull my hair
Leaving bruises no one can see
It makes me believe you aren’t in love
And that you only want to hurt me.
I can’t physically leave you
Because I am way too in love
But I do wish I weren’t being hurt
I want to instead be your treasure trove.
I’m trapped in a triangle
That I can’t even hope to leave
I stay and believe you’ll get better
For the old you,  I refuse to grieve.
But I decided it was too much
And slowly walked away
I pushed myself out of your grip
And quietly slipped away.
When you followed me later
Trying to force me in your car
I wised up and took off running
And home really wasn’t that far.
I saw you handcuffed and in the squad car
Being driven away from me
I walked away from your abuse forever
So this is how it feels to be free.


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Still your not here

 It’s Valentines Day full of cards and kisses
Wish you were here covers all of my wishes
     
Easter is here and were celebrating our lord
Each day that passes I miss you even more
    
 It’s been seven years today since we said, “I do”
It seems longer than that since I last held you
    
 We all gather together for the birth of our land
It’s the Fourth of July and your not here as we planned
    
 It’s your birthday today marking 34 years
When I think of you celebrating alone, it brings me to tears
     
Now it’s thanksgiving and the families all here
The rooms filled with spirit and still your not here
    
Out of habit I set a place at the tables head
The kids leave it and “Soon Mom” is all that was said
   
 Santa is coming and kids are full of cheer
I try to keep smiling even though you are not here
     
Pictures with Santa and the lighting of the tree
Smiles on Christmas morning I wish you could see
     
We gather to wish good tidings to all
I sit and wait by the phone thinking maybe you’d call
     
You have missed a great deal in the year you’ve been gone
Jason had a great time at his junior prom
    
 Katie turned seven and Chrissie turned two
For all their birthday wishes- they just wished for you
     
At night we all get tucked into bed
We snuggle up close and then bow our heads
    
 Dear Lord please keep special watch over our Dad
If anything happens to him we’ll be so sad
    
 He’s over helping the other country grow
Doing his job as you already know
    
 He’s helping other little boys and girls
Opening their eyes to a whole new world
     
We are so proud of him and hold our heads high
But each night we hear mommy lay there and cry
     
We all miss him more than you know
Yet during the day we don’t let it show
     
We have to be strong and keep the faith
That soon he’ll be home with us and be safe
     
We are proud to hang that flag up high
We are all so full of American pride
    
 We pray for all the soldiers’ safe return home
We pray that there are no more families left alone
     
Dear God for this Christmas please hear us pray
Bring our soldiers home where they belong, where they’ll stay


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Hardly a Poem

Hardly a Poem

Splinters embedded under my skin,
each memory a shard of stinging glass,

I see that I see it all now,
the infinite regrets meandering,
down foggy alleys of yesteryear,
as decades and moments come to pass.

Wearing my many masks as I cascade,
leafing through my conscious betrayals,
of gentle hearts once treasured,
now left to decay, in the empty cold.

Seeing my treasures turned to stone,
while wearing the blues like a convenient coat,
untrue to most, I stand accused,
in the dock, the fragments of my past,
are all that I am able to hold.

Where do I go from here,
as I stand ashamed, rooted to this spot,
my sins are countless, my excuses fickle,
the lies have been many,
and all the untruths have already been told.

Was it not just a fortnight ago,
when I was younger than I am now,
you loved me completely, you told me so,
while I slithered inside my thick skin,
shutting you out,
and embraced comforting desolation into my fold.

Now the momentary tears have all been shed,
the wounds of time too, have silently bled,
and all beseeching prayers have been said.

I stagger on, my reflection a mirage,
my heart and soul battered black and blue,

still, grasping onto the tendrils of hope,
if not, then I am truly dead.


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Old Memories

As we grow older, we remember when,
all vegetables and fruits were grown
at home with no bad additives.
Clothes were made at home from flour or feed sacks.
Mothers stayed home, and dads made the outside pay.
Mothers cooked, cleaned, and helped the with the hay.
Raised meat, vegetables and picked wild berries for food,
knowing that it all would be good.
Honey bee trees were found for honey, 
and for this you did not need money.
Eggs and milk were sold or traded for groceries
you needed and could not raise, sugar, baking
soda, and salt.
We made our soap from hog lard and lye,
ground our corn for meal and bought our flour.
We churned cream for butter and fed the pigs,
for bacon and ham and we never went hungry.
We cut wood to cook and heat and cooked 
our food on a wood stove to eat.
Water was carried from a running spring,
Fish were caught from a running stream.
Ducks and geese the winter would bring,
deer for meat in season, wild turkey to hunt
and lots of miracles to sing about in spring.
We had lots of flowers and Mom would sing, 
and say "look at their beauty and forget being
tired or hungry for other things."


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Untitled 4

wreathed in silent torment
waking moments snap
at each breath of air

gnarled
echoes of pasts filter by

sleep eludes
weaves and teeters
numbing the weary mind

awake each thought
like splintered thorns
assault the dead of night

dreamless

devoid of hope
shorn of light



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Not A Home

Now, that you are gone.
My house is not a home.
Our home was a home,
Until you betrayed me.
Now, I am here lonely
Thinking about how things,
Used to be.
I don’t know if it was,
Real or fake.
But all I can say today,
Now that you are gone.
My home is not a home.
You’ll forever be gone.
I don’t want you back.
Although I felt so strong,
Regarding you.
I am moving on,
There are more fish in the sea,
That will treat me like royalty,
And I’ll no longer feel lonely.
My house is still house,
Until the Father sends me  the right spouse.
From then on, I will leave you alone.
I’ll remember how our love was so sweet,
And tender and how you used to,
Be a valued home member.
But now you are gone
My house is not a home.



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Black Rain

As I stand out side in the pouring black rain
Off go the soldiers marching the same
Splashing their black boots in puddles that day
As I watch my daddy as he goes away

I scream his name as I wave good bye
Momma held brother and began to cry
Daddy looks back and waves with a whisper, good by my little angel I love you.
As families say good bye to their loved ones I say daddy I love you too

 As the soldiers march on through black rain
Cherishing the last moments hiding their pain
As the rain falls into night
I watch my daddy and I can’t see him in sight

As the eagle soars through the sky
Watching the days go by and by
Our flag still stands for freedom
Home will remain our kingdom

As black rain falls in the fields 
Soldiers fighting holding up their shields
Brave men risking their lives 
Can’t wait to get home to their children and their wives

Black rain rolling down daddy’s face
Moving through battle with steady pace
When battle was over and men were dead
Soldiers came home and tears were shed

As I run to my daddy, the warmth of his embrace
I missed you daddy.  I love you grace
Momma ran out with brother in hand
Jumped into daddy’s arms, there we stand

But remember our soldiers 
Fighting brave like warriors 
Families love and hope is their only gain
These are our soldiers in black rain. 


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I

I can't breathe nor think without you by my 
side. 
I can't eat without you sitting across 
from me. 
I can't leave my home knowing that your 
gone and you just might not come back 
home. 
I know you've heard that my appearance has 
drop.But I feel as if I had died. 

I am lost with out you here to guide me. 
I'm trapped behind these four walls 
waiting until you find me. 

I need you to come home and help me fight 
this unforbiden war. 
I love you.I need you.I would die without 
you. 
I know you hear me calling out to you. 
Find me...come save me...let me live again


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A Love Lost

The love lost was in a home
The love lost had worn its course and left on its own
It was unhappy
Because the love wasn't there the way it was planned to be

The lost love was broken down bit by bit
Day by day
Minute by minute
And fate by fate

It was tired of not being used
They made it feel neglected and abused
In this house, love was nowhere to be found
It was suppose to speak clear and loud, but it couldn't make a sound

The love lost wasn't felt in the hearts of the home
Instead, it was left outside in the cold to love alone
To dream of a home looking for love to fill the space between the walls
But until then, he has to wait until a home calls


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A Wish From Home

Dreaming, Hoping, Longing 
I look to the moon with a prayer on my heart 
Awaiting the return of my better part 

Hand cramping, Tears streaming 
Is this one finally worth believing 
The man, the soldier whose loving words stole my heart 
You've etched them in to my soul 
With you in my life I finally feel whole 

Please my sweet soldier come home 
The radio plays all the songs 
The ones that show our support 
With wishes of you all coming home 
I find myself staring at the sky 
With a watchful eye 
Though I cannot help but sing along 
Please my sweet soldier come home 

I love you, I pray for you 
I wish to be in your arms 
Please my sweet soldier come home


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TEEN BABY MAMA

       If I talked about boys it became a heated discussion, my parents said 
              I’m too young and I’m rushin.’
      My mom and dad were very protective, a little too much from 
            my perspective. 
      All I wanted was to have some fun, I felt like a prisoner that was on 
            the run.
      At sixteen years old I felt I was grown, I thought I was ready to be on 
           my own.
       I ran the streets and came home late; it wasn’t long before I started 
            to date.
       I met a guy who seemed really into me, I even let him have my 
            virginity.
       I didn’t force him to use protection, I was real naïve and afraid of 
            rejection.
       I got knocked up which was no surprise, he said it’s not his baby 
            and began telling lies.
       I told my parents I was keeping the baby, they said: “What‘s wrong 
           with you girl have you gone crazy?”
      They said: “why bring a child into this world? You’re not grown yet 
           you’re just a little girl.”
       I ran away from home for a while, with no supervision I basically went 
          wild. 
       I ended up in a home for teen mothers, I wasn’t alone there were plenty 
          of others.
       I ran away again and my baby was taken, I didn’t realize the mistake I 
         was making.
       I ended up getting into prostitution and drugs, I couldn’t seem to 
         stop meeting Thugs!
       I almost died of a drug overdose, It was like I saw a light that was ever 
         so close.
       It changed my life which was so filled with drama, just because I 
         became a “teen baby mama.”



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Truly... Being there

And... in the good times and the bad,
for richer and poorer
and... in sickness and in health
until death do we part...

Mere utterance in a moments passion
for what could possibly go wrong.
Why we're in sync with so much in common,
Duh!  We even share the same song.

I'm home from work, no time to eat.
Visiting hours six to eight.
What do I bring, how do I look?
Oh, hurry Pam you don't want to be late.

Shock Treatment No!!!
No... he doesn't remember yesturday.
In fact,
He can't remember a lot of yesturdays.

I'm home from work, no time to eat.
Visiting hours six to eight.
What do I bring, how do I look?
Oh, hurry Pam you don't want to be late.

You'll be fine at home!!!
We'll get by.
I'll just stack those bills...
until they reach the sky.

I'm home from work, no time to eat.
Visiting hours six to eight.
What do I bring, how do I look?
Oh, hurry Pam you don't want to be late.

Another treatment, a brand new pill;
like an angel of God she come down from above.
You promised to stay; I believe you will.
thank you for being there, thank you for your love.






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The Love Of A Puppy

The fate of that puppy was unknown,
Just a little love was all she need shown.
I walked through the shelter that day,
Not really knowing what I would see or say.
Every little puppy had his or her very own story,
But there they sat and stared up at you in all their glory.
I could hear the little whimpering and cries,
So when I looked at each one, it brought tears to my eyes.
If only I could save just one or two,
Here they all sat, now the question was who?
My oh my what a big decision that day,
On who was going home and who was to stay?
Suddenly, I stopped with a glee in my eye,
Oh how beautiful she was, “She’s got to be mine,” I said with a sigh.
The day I brought her home to stay,
She put more happiness in my heart than words can say.
Here sat this eight-week-old puppy, we named Sasha Lynn,
Not until later did we know how just how many hearts she would win.
She is a tough little gal, with a bushy little tail and sweet little face,
If given a chance, she would show how grateful with a lick on the chin and a 
sweet embrace.
The love of this puppy has saved my life,
And showed me what a puppy’s love is, even in strife.
There is nothing like a puppies love and devotion,
So next time your near a shelter, take a notion, make a motion, 
And Adopt The Love Of a Puppy!



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Dragged Against My Will

A man was on his way home 
to prepare for his daughters
graduation 
he never made it 
because of racial discrimination
walking down the road
with a heart beaming full of pride
for a child he sired
he could not wait 
to open his arms wide
and loving hold her
telling her how proud of her he was
it never happened 
BECAUSE 
his body laid in pieces 
along the road side
a joyous event 
turned in to something
that induced many to cry
James remains were left in front 
of an African American (black) cemetery
he went home to be with his LORD
let not your heart be troubled
work together to be on one accord


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Grieving Coquinas... for Nancy

Coquina butterflies, in cases, in glass
30 years locked in my memory's passed
The beach just brought home with it's sand still warm
to a house full of love, to a brand new home
When he smiled then, when he caught her eyes
they remarried in whispers and sweet surprise
As a child I learned, and I learned it well
Drop into love, so with ease, I fell
I fell in a dream with the ocean's kiss
while thinking of them in happiness
'till the moment he wrapped the shore up to bite stone
'till the moment he told her he'd leave her alone
Not by free will did he swim out to sea
for the love of his life he would never bereave
Nay, but with sickness, an anchor in tow
He kissed her and smiled so she'd always know
She swam out so far, to the boundary of currents
and filled up the sea with her tears in her fury
She screamed 'till her lungs had shriveled in salt
and broke open emotion, engaging them all.
Coquina quiet in cases, in glass
in their home by the sea, in their infinite past
She'll love now no more for once you are bitten
there's no breaking butterfly wings, it's forbidden.


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PARTING



The truest words, which portray my love, 
I speak to you from within my heart. 
May we always recall how we feel,
Though through conflict we're forced to part.

No one can say how long they will last, 
For life is not everlasting.
Yet most hope to be blessed by love, 
By he who does our casting.

As the fear of battle bites my flesh, 
My thoughts of home help keep me sane.
There’s no guarantee that I’ll survive 
But either way, I'll serve without shame.

Should the cold hands of death reach for me, 
I pray my soul will awake from sleep.
To the voice of God assuring me, 
That my spirit, he's chosen to keep.

So try to remember while I'm gone, 
That the person I need most is you.
I’ll fight like hell to stay alive 
To return home to the love I knew.


 


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coming home to you

i took a drive one night, trying to clear my head
staring throught the window pane at the road ahead
all the stars a flashing interacting with the clouds
trafic roaring screaching growling like a wounded hound

then i passed by your house you were staring at at the window
dreaming of those happy days when you had your friends around
pulling up i look up at you and then i start to wave
looking down you smiled at me as if your heart was saved

my work is done im coming home coming home to you
to hold you and to see you smile like you allways do
ill bring you flowers and write you songs of how you make me feel
then you wake up next to me and i just doesnt feel its real

now im back on that same road tyres dancing with the winter
car slides from side to side dreams flash before my eyes
dreaming of you and i so in love forever 
passing through the sands of time  holding hands with heather

 now im passing by your house as you were staring at at the window
dreaming of those happy days when we were there alone
pulling up i look up at you and then i start to wave
looking down you smiled at me as if your heart was saved

my work is done im coming home coming home to you
to hold you and to see you smile like you allways do
ill bring you flowers and write you songs of how you make me feel
then you wake up next to me and i just doesnt feel its real


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Married Life

 
He comes home from work, tired and weary just needing to relax,
    When she starts fussing you don’t ever show you love me, catching all her 
flack. 
Honey he said I love you but I’m tired I had a hard day.
    She said at least you get out of the house that’s all I can say.
I don’t want to fight so won’t you please just leave me alone,
     She says maybe you’ll be happier when I pack up and out of your life I’ll be 
gone.
He knew he couldn’t win ,
    Not with the mood she was in.
So he said baby let me drink this one beer and I will shower and take you to town,
     She said well hurry up, the whole time glaring at him showing her frown.
To town they headed and he asked where she would like to go,
     How about lets take in a restaurant and later a show?
Where would you like to dine was his next reply?
     She looked at him and started to say something but instead began to cry.
She said it’s over you don’t love me so why do you pretend?
     What did I do he asked, I wasn’t trying to offend?
Just work and come home it’s always the same,
      While I sit home all alone just wondering what happened to loves flame.
She said I fix myself up nice in hopes that you might see.
      But you pay more attention to the television than you do to me.
She said it hurts and I think you’re a jerk.
      You put me second to things including your work.
Well he stops the car and gently wipes the tears from her eyes.
      And says I’m sorry please don’t cry.
Well they share a long embrace and he drives away looking now for a motel.
      And the rest of the story is personal not needing to tell.
          Goodnight All…..?


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Cycle of Love

One minute you say you love me..
The next minute your griping and yelling.

Within an hour we start talking and stop bickering.
Then at the end of the day you come home and start your clamoring.

A week goes on and we don't speak.
I ponder to myself quietly that this marriage is looking very bleak.

The weekend is here and you seem placid.
I start the conversation and we begin chatting.

The weekend went wonderfully as we stepped out for the night.
Then the date ended sourly, I got lost and that starts a fight.

Several weeks go by and I barely see or spend time with you.
When you do come home from work, why do we always argue?

Our anniversary comes and, we celebrate sixteen up and down years.
Though through it all, our love will endeavor even through the tears.

Marriage is an everyday work in progress..
But, if we work together we will get through the rest.


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In these I feel . . .

I worked today and I didn’t think about you at all
I was happy when I came home
Ha! Home that’s a joke isn’t it, yeah . . . 
I’ve never been home, never been, for never had!
So you weren’t there, you weren’t anywhere today!
Just tonight haunting my poems all over again!
I hate it I hate it I can’t rip you from my soul!!!
And what if I could
If I could would I be better off!!?
Well would I be better off without this feeling in my heart
In the lightest reaches of my conscious mind that I know now 
What home feels like
Because I have felt your arms around me, felt your breath across my neck
Felt your eyes fall over my skin, touch in whispers my soul through and through
Listened to your breath that sighed silently in my ear under the stars
Because I felt you feeling at home in my arms too

My wandering mind that courses across the sea of sorrows deep and run fast
Lost in the waves and tides swamped all again in dreams of you
Crying out in the waters all around me as I sink once more beneath the waves
Falling down, down into the darkness of despair because I can still smell your hair
Feel it through my fingers when it shimmered softly in the lamplight
I want to scream and rip out my eyes so that I may not see your smile
Which warms me in the coldest of nights when I lay naked in the snows hoping
Praying, begging God to take me away, take me away take me, take me . . . too
Welcome me home into your arms again, oh I wish and I yearn
But God doesn’t listen to me in these nights no, no God ignores my pleas

I close my eyes and I bite my lips to blooding 
I smash my fist across the ground to watch through tears as my knuckles break
I break my mind across this tiled out floor and smack it soundlessly on the wall
Because it is easier, this kind of pain is bearable it is, it is, it is
Unspeakably kinder than the wretched agony of living all over once more without
Never more, never more, never more will these hands hold
Never again, never once, never ever . . . will these arms feel

I worked this morning and I didn’t feel a thing
I worked this afternoon, this evening and tonight I remembered why 
I remembered when
I remembered how 
I remembered
Remembered
Again

God . . . you broke my heart forever when you . . . 
It’s been a year, a lifetime and then another and another and still, still . . .
Since you’ve gone, since you tore . . . and I’m still here . . .  


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quite please.

Captain sir I'm not going to die there,
 sir I sit in darkness waiting with my fear,
back home there are those who say we shouldn't be here...
Solider...dry your eyes and do not cry,
I will not let you die,
we are here to survive-
as they walked to the door she knew,
the boy she once held now grew,
he left this world to start a new,
As the fallen look back,
don't let them see how they react,
they died and for their reason you attack,
You say they didn't have to die,
did that ease the pain as that mother sits to cry?
a son,father,husband,brother,sister,daughter,mother, wife won't say why,
They are over there to fight for us all,
they are there to do what we didn't when our country called,
they are there and for our freedom AND FOR YOU they are willing to fall,
And you yell back home it was all for not,
telling there family it was a useless war they fought,
do you think it helps those kids playing in the sand lot?
they are my heroes when this world needs one,
they are my brother and sisters who protected me in under foreign sun,
they are people I could never make it up to or will be forgotten,
dads they didn't die in vain,mothers they didn't cry when Christ came,
now fathers,mothers sons,daughters watch from above with out blame,
and those back home who have any thing to say...that solider had a name
  
with life's lost freedom lives on.

Thank you to every solider that stands up for my freedom & fought for my life.



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Balance

Monday night is my weekly Bible Study
An evening spent delving into God's word.
A night devoted to knowing Christ as my Savior
To not attend would be simply absurd.

Tuesday night is spent at the county prison
Sharing God's word with hard-core sinners.
Trying to lead them to repent and accept Christ as their Savior
In hopes they'll be transformed from losers to winners.

Wednesday night is spent at church
A midweek devotion so important to my life.
To praise God and thank Him for his many blessings
As Sunday service alone does not suffice.

Thursday is our weekly lunch at the diner
A great time to get to know my fellow Christians.
We break bread and we share God's word with each other
And often talk over our latest church mission.

Friday and Saturday I like to leave open-ended
Unless my church has something planned, in which case I attend.
I love my free time but would drop everything for
Participation in a church-sponsored event.

It's Sunday, dear God, and I kneel before thee
Grateful to be here in the House of the Lord.
Though you've bestowed so many blessing on me
I pray for just one more.

Please God, help me be closer to my children
As I've been neglecting their many needs.
I've given my life to Christ as my Savior
Yet somehow lost touch with those important to me.

I love you Lord, and love your son Jesus
For giving His life so I can be with you in eternity.
But please don't let my heavenly desires
Put a wall between my children and me.

So, I hope you'll forgive me if every once in a while
I skip a church event to stay home with my family.
To get reacquainted with them and put forth more effort
In being the parent I know you expect me to be.

My child, by all means spend time at home with your kids
When you are together, you should know I am there.
And when you want to have some alone time with your God
Trust me, they'll still know how much you care.

Be at home for your children and here for your church
Enjoy all your loved ones while you've got the chance.
From your prayer, I suggest you need only be mindful 
Of the simple, yet profound gift of…balance.


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But For A Short While

They were with us but for a short while
Their good works now live on in memory to make us smile-
Their joys, their tears, their hopes, their dreams and yes, even their sorrows and 
pains still linger on; they still remain in the portals of the minds of all whose lives 
they have touched-whether little or whether much-

And as they have now gone and left us in body, gone back to dust-
In spirit, it's only but for a short while.

For they who die in the Lord, one day they must:

       At the sound of the trump, as the clouds roll back, meet us in the presence of  
         the Redeemer, Christ, when He returns to gather His Father's children      
          home to the Kingdom of God where we will all prepare together to return 
           to the New Earth from the New  Heaven  to dwell in Eternal Righteousness-
Where joy and peace will be forever and ever, for our eternal home will be 
restored to a place where we can join together to live, worship in praise  to our 
Lord, receiving our crown and  reward of Eternal Life.

So, sleep on sister, brothers, friends, and loved ones; it is but for a short while,   
 for the  Day will come when we shall meet together once again, and all of us will 
be at Rest

In the Presence of God's Glorious Eternal Bliss!


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Patience

Sometimes home isn’t where the heart is;
I have a home somewhere I’m sure.
My heart hasn’t found it yet,
but last time I looked
in the box you gave me
to hold my pocket watch,
I felt your home
in the corner
of my mind
waiting
for me
to decide


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MeloncollY BabY

Meloncolly Baby 
MeloncollY Baby 
Homesickness threatens me what with the World Wide Web at my fingertips 
Eye just smurfed a place that used to be my home before the SATAN came 
The place looks just the same as it ever was eye used to walk those streets 
Eye used to live those streets and almost eye was thrown away in that place. 
The bricks inside that building will all decay and fill a hole of great despair 
The entire city needs to burn to be destroyed to get the edges of the sword 
Eye cannot believe the sun is still ashining on the Stalingrad's hill. The place of 
vengeance of the scorpions the place of the passing of my shadow the sight of 
places eye remember has made me loose has made me useless. 
Eye remember far too much comeuppances hate has ruled their daytime lives. 
The city built of MAN will face the Judgment of its GOD and now the sins of this 
one man have been forgiven him. We only live until we die. 
No, eye am not proud to be American or proud to have no home eye am not 
proud of anything that eye have done just glad to be away from that Queer City of 
the sun. Homesick not. Homeless in America Homeless but eye won. 


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Killing Bobby

In their home they make me ashame
they're not aware of my pain
I will run,there's much to gain
I don't look back & my spirit sings
    
In my mind my legs are wings
freeing me to fly to my dreams
my heart is strong and pushes me on
my fear is stronger & clips my wings 
    
Again I walk,my steps are slow
my heart is heavey,my head hangs low
return to their home I know I must
    
As soon as I'm in the sermons begin
she cannot see she's hurting me 
can't they see I'm gonna crack
they won't let up,I can't fight back
I pray for strength but I am told 
it well be hell I will go
    
I have a friend, she sends for me
on a bus I travel there
I run to her and spread my wings 
far to the north I live with her
    
We love to dance,the music loud
I will try to be proud 
away from them I will stand
begin to love who I am
    
By the phone she does the same
hurting me with words of gloom
she penns her poison from the book
preaching of my future doom
  
I shed my tears not my pain
she only sees the ugly me 
She cannot see,till it's late
the man I dream I need to be
    
They kept their hold and wouldn't let go
I was wrong to have told
now I know I'll never be free
my soul is dark and turing cold
I know I'm weak but I'm not a freak

The darkess is coming
bringing me peace
at last I find what I seek


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The Great Escape

      
As the old couple were placed in a nursing home the other day,
   They were placed in different rooms on separate floors so far away.
Their children thought it would be for the best,
    So they placed them there thinking they need the rest.
They had never been separated since the day they wed,
    Now they lay grief stricken in separate beds.
They cried out to the Lord to hear their cries,
     Neither wanted the loneliness neither could understand why.
They felt as though they had lost all dignity,
      No decisions could they make this to them was pure insanity.
They were not allowed to make decisions they were treated like children,
    Then a new light came into the old mans eyes and he managed to grin.
He said I’m breaking out of this joint just me and my wife.
       And we ain’t coming back if it means giving up our old lives.
He said I’ve treated my dogs better than you’re treated in here,
      He said I’m old but I’m still a man and I want my wife near.
He said I’d rather be shot like an animal than caged up in this coop.
     And I sure don’t need some little want to be nurse telling me it’s time to go 
p__p.
He found his wife and she looked like she’d aged ten years,
    As he held her and loved her he fought back the anger and tears.
He said we’re leaving right now and we’re going away.
     She said papa where will we go where will we stay?
He said I don’t know as he sat down on the foot of her bed,
     He said I need you with me as he hung down his old head.
She said if you want to leave I’ll stand by your side,
      So out they went as they had to sneak and hide.
Pajamas on him and a flannel nightgown on her was all that they wore,
     As they made their way out an unlocked side door.
Well they wandered around till they found a school ground .
     And he sat her on the merry-go- round and gently spun his love around.
There was a bench just a few feet away,
      That’s where they found them frozen in each others arms is what the papers 
say.
The paper had read two elderly runaways from local nursing home were found 
frozen to death,
      But a strange smile was frozen on their faces as they drew their last breaths.


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Best Man

I have a plan 
And I call him my best man
He’s all that
Good sex 
Financially stable 
But first he’s my best friend
Never have to ask who can I run to 
Cause it’s him my best man is my boo too
I can tell him I fuqked up and he’ll forgive me
I can do all those “girlie things" 
And he’ll still want to live with me
He can secretly hate some of the things I do
But nothing compares to when he says “I love you”
He can’t fix all my problems and I don’t expect him too
All I want is for him to be there when I come through 
I want him home when I’m alone
 And out when I’m about
Don’t want him to make bills 
I want him to make babies nah not even that
But we could practice maybe. 
It’s incredible my lyrics are not nearly edible
But delectable is 
A man who will do simple things just cause he know I like them 
cause he knows I’ll do the same
A man who aint too proud to beg and call out my name
I need someone who aint shy
I want someone to come home to at night


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The Fire

When I first heard the news
I didn’t think it could be true
The cops must have it wrong I thought
You’d never do that, no of course

But deep inside I knew them right
You did it to give me a fright
You didn’t think or even care
You lacked control and couldn’t fair

I wasn’t home and you where mad
You thought that life was pretty bad
You didn’t know just where I was
So you thought you’d play control

You put the petrol there to burn
And the mattress for no return
You lit the match and toss it down
And then you ran without concern

The neighour, lucky she was home
Called the team to hose it down
The street the cops did corner off
The fire they put out and stopped

I came home later on that night
Walked inside and smelt the smoke
Not a light could I turn on
The power had been cut not long.

All I could see was black dark stuff
I almost felt my mind did crack
I walked along into our room
Had a shower by the moon.

I towelled me dry and climbed in bed
The tears were there, refused to shed
I lay there for a long long time
When sleep did come it wasn’t fine.

The morning dawned and I could see
A black dark room was choking me.
I was so weary, so alone
So very worn and felt like stone

When I climbed out of the bed that morn
Went to the mirror black and cold
I rubbed a circle in the soot
And then I saw a black face look

The tears they were just brimming now
I’d wiped me with a black black towel
And then in bed when I did climb
Was full of soot and gritty grime

I stood and watch that face just then
I didn’t know if I could bend
I knew that he just wasn’t well
How long could I still live in hell? 


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LOTTERY BLESSINGS

I could afford to use the money
On both rainy days and sunny

I would buy a brand new car
Then donate mine to a crash stunt star

I'm not interested in traveling afar 
I'd rather buy my friends a new car

What a treat to buy brand new clothes
A comfy coat and shoes without holes

A home with acreage I can call my own
A hot tub and pool table to come home

Shower my family with financial wealth
They can always spend in good health

Honor Veterans who served our Country
Financial aid, for they are worthy

College scholarships to those in need
To Help them strive and succeed

Take the homeless off the street
Into a home with food to eat

Hire someone to think of creative ways
Help those in need and brighten their days   


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EVEN part one

There’s a score to be settled, there’s revenge to be had,
And it’s best to not f  k with a woman this mad.
But like always, you push me, you push me too far,
So now I’ll discard you like the trash that you are.

Did you think I’d forgive you after all of your lies?
Did you really believe me? Trust my loving disguise? 
Are you really so stupid that you thought that I could,
Or are you so arrogant to think that I would?

A liar, a cheater, a thief and crook,
Too late to give back my soul that you took.
So here I am lover, with a hole in my chest,
And I’ve planned to destroy you, so prepare for my best.

Now that you love me, and it’s me who you need,
I wonder how badly I can make your heart bleed.
My anger stays patient, behind this empty smile,
But I am the judge and you will soon stand my trial.

I’ve not been so faithful, who knew I could be so bad?
And instead of feeling guilty it’s the most fun I’ve ever had.
The cheating wasn’t the thrill, it was the coming home to you,
Knowing what I just did, and then giving it to you too.

I don’t know when I became so dirty, I really have no shame,
But you made up the rules, I’m just playing your game.
At first I had to get even, but soon I had upped you one,
And before I could even stop it, Vendetta was on the run.

Every night I come home to you, I look you in the eyes,
I speak of love and life, and fill your head with lies.
Every night when I make love to you, I want you to know,
But I keep my secrets deep inside, and let your feelings grow.

Karma has been waiting to kick your a s for quite awhile,
Anticipation of your broken heart really makes me smile,
Because very soon my love, the full attack is on,
And everything you think is true will very much be gone.

So you can find another sucker to grow old with and lie,
And I can be the one you think of til you die.
The one that got away, the one who broke your heart,
The one who took your house of cards, and tore that s  t apart.

(contd....)


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Acceptable Food

Acceptable Food
The eye is never sure of his food so anyway they say there is limits to what a man 
can have they don’t want crumbly things so today I’m typing with a banana to 
illustrate the rules have never changed the popcorn made inside the theater box 
can be bought but never brought from home away with the poor boy bum that 
lives at home and carries some to theater to love. We want people to buy corn so 
salty that they cry for more and auction off the ranch to buy a coke so watered 
down to taste as to be tasteless to a boy who cannot afford them at the prices the 
RIALTO charges.
The syrup sticks to the sticking floor from a mop that never can be cleaned or 
handled wielded not with love but working now for money and decay and crud.
The popcorn that eye have is simply jaded lost in time.
The cokes have all gone flat. There is a clear limit to my love the eye is not like 
that. The banana is too green for the mee to eat just yet.  The word typing in this 
text was typed on the keyboard with a very hard and green banana thing. Accept.



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I desire

I desire the cloths I wear.
Like a shirt, a tee, a skirt, a pant
A crop an flare. Man with pretty hair.

I desire,
Shirt that flirt.
And pants that tight but doesn’t hurt.
Desert tones that I desire.

Wraps that shape.
Man like super hero in his cape.
	Flying home to be rescue and never EX-scape.
But keep their love in shape.
I desire a man who never comes home late.
 	I desire a man who white, brown, or black
	To make love to my mind, he might be tall he might be fine.
	But he always be mine.
	Always give me sweet kisses.
	Give me sweet roses. For valentine. 
	He always made me shine.

	Boy, people don’t know how much I desire this man.
Drive up the wall, I can dream easily I can’t really explain.
 	He must be hard to fine, that I can’t complain. 




Copyright © February-11-2001
By: CHONTELL SWANN







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It May Be Saturday

Maybe it is Saturday,
But it's Sunday in my heart,
Remembering things we did,
Before circumstances made us part....

I used to get up early,
Cook you a huge breakfast,
Bacon, eggs, home fries,
All a woman could want,
Turned out it wasn't me you did want,
And I shriveled 
Forever to suffer this haunt...

My teeth too crooked?
My hair too thin?
My manhood too small?
And after where you've been?

A one time junkie,
Loose as an old man's tooth,
Time to face,
What is the truth...

You took the house,
The cars, the money...
But worst of all,
What you took, my honey,
Is my time with my sons,
Time forever lost,
A thing that I know,
That can't be replaced,
At any cost,

Odd, for you were the unfaithful one,
I returned to my parents,
What have you done?
In time to see my Mom die within a month,,
I wonder if God wanted me to spend that time
With her, and called me home,
With the following years,
To keep my Dad alive,
I needed him as much,
As a bee a hive

Many years we spent,
Together as pals
Mutual support so great,
I never had to wait,
For a hand with any task,
In fact,
I never had to ask.....

But those days are gone,
As he is too,
And far too often,
I find myself feeling blue,

Things got rough,
I nearly died,
No heat, no gas, no phone,
No electricity in my home
No food, I often cried....

I learned alot from a winter
Without heat,
Sold my rights to my wife's house,
For her pretty neat...
One hundred dollars,
 and a case of Bud,
An eight hundred thousand dollar
Triple home was hers,
And I went back to bed
Cold and saddened,
Wished I was dead.

But that's life,
We carry on...
The Soup buddies now,
Keep me from being gone...

I've told only part of my tale,
Perhaps some day the rest.....
All I can say in closing,
My Soup pals are the best....


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My Sweet Kathleen

She was a beauty my sweet Kathleen 
With auburn hair and eyes of emerald green 
 I can see her there waiting for me 
Back at our home in Kentucky 
She didn’t want me to go that day 
She cried so when she saw me dressed in gray 
I kissed her and said goodbye 
Telling her I’d be back and not to cry 
Through every battle her face was in front of me 
 Kept me going for I knew she was home waiting for me 
 I did come back a broken man 
Weary and wounded with only one leg I can now stand 
I’m not the man I used to be 
 I wondered if she still would love me 
 I stepped off the train and the first face I see 
 Was my sweet Kathleen waving and running to me 
No longer do I feel like half a man 
With my sweet Kathleen by my side it is proud I stand 












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The Way I Feel About You

Girl let me take off your shoes and rub you feet and legs they so smooth,It's ok to 
cry I'll be gentile. I want it to be special, just let it go, let me how you how much I 
miss you. I know what you been through , I know I been a fool but you man is 
cool ,you my type I know what like.You want me to make love,afterwords 
hug&kisses you my misses, let me hold you around the waist and let de go 
down to have a taste and look you in your face,cause at nite I want to fite god take 
me home to my wife.When I with you I feel good I don't feel hood, I'm a gentil man 
let me hold your hand and love you the best way I can.You more then a friend you 
down to the end. When I first saw your eyes I been hypnotized , while in your mind 
you say I'm a dime. You my queen let me fulfill your fanasty and your dreams, 
relax close your eyes open your mind and let me know you feel inside. Tolste you 
can't hide it let the temperture rise, I know you in heat i'm your soul to keep. I let 
you know when I'm complete I love you to death to part, I have a special place for 
you in my heart, I'll be your bodygaered while I take you to heaven and stars keep 
eveything to yourself . Catch a breath slowly inhale and exhale until you holla 
damn, you is a hundred miles away in a zone just imagine we home alone with 
no lites on. We having romance crazy sex candles lit with soft music in the 
livingroom, let me know when you let it go soon then I tell you this is a blessing 
and a new lesson. To ease your stresses give you love and passion i can make 
it  everlasting, I will squeeze you , please you not tease you I'll make you feel free. 
Let me know if you feel me

For my wife Vanessa Woodberry I Love You Baby


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My Savior

Everywhere you go he sees you
Watching,
           Watching your every move
Listening,
           Listening to your every thought
He surrounds you like a blanket made of love and care.

As His son's blood is drippings down the splintered wood, 
Your sins drip,
             They'er dripping away and you as are forgiven.
His love is so great,
             So great it makes you wonder,
How could I, me, be loved so much?

Everyday and in every way,
We find one way,
            One way to survive this world,
This world,
             The world around us and, 
One way for me is knowing,

              Knowing his love will never die,
              Knowing here is a home waiting for me,

                            A home where all is perfect,
                            A home where I will find a light glowing,
                                        Welcoming me into everlasting life,
                            A home where I will finally be with my Maker,
                                                       My God,
                                                                   My Savior.


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lonely traveler

traveling with no lady
i dont have no baby
my passenger seat is empty
headin to my folks house
headin to the country
right now im feelin lonely

i want a love that i dream
i wish i had a lady with me
who i can love and share everything..

"but they call me the"

lonely traveler..
lonely traveler..
i need a lady to come home to
i want to share my love with you

"but the call me the"

lonely traveler..
lonely traveler..
my passenger seat is empty
i have no lady traveling with me
"im lonely"

i need someone
to fill the other part of me
i need a lady
to give me what i need

i need a travaleet
i need a juliet
this traveler is so lonely

"but they call me the"

lonely traveler..
lonely traveler..
i need a lady to come home to
i want to share my love with you

"but they call me the"

lonely traveler..
lonely traveler..
my passenger seat is empty
i have no lady traveling with me
"im lonely"

while im crusin down the rode
"as you can see"
she's flaggin down me
sexy lady ive never seen
she wants to take a ride with me
she asked me whats my name
"i said"
they call me
they call me...

the lonely traveler..
lonely traveler..
my passenger seat was empty
until you fill the other part of me

they call me the...
lonely traveler


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The Love Of A Puppy

The fate of that puppy was unknown,
Just a little love was all she need shown.
I walked through the shelter that day,
Not really knowing what I would see or say.
Every little puppy had his or her very own story,
But there they sat and stared up at you in all their glory.
I could hear the little whimpering and cries,
So when I looked at each one, it brought tears to my eyes.
If only I could save just one or two,
Here they all sat, now the question was who?
My oh my what a big decision that day,
On who was going home and who was to stay?
Suddenly, I stopped with a glee in my eye,
Oh how beautiful she was, “ She’s got to be mine,” I said with a sigh.
The day I brought her home to stay,
She put more happiness in my heart than words can say.
Here sat this eight week old puppy, we named Sasha Lynn,
Not until later did we know how just how many hearts she would win.
She is a tough little gal, with a bushy little tail and sweet little face,
If given a chance, she would show how grateful with a lick on the chin and a sweet 
embrace.
The love of this puppy has saved my life,
And showed me what a puppy’s love is, even in strife.
There is nothing like a puppies love and devotion,
So next time your near a shelter, take a notion, make a motion, 
And Adopt The Love Of a Puppy!






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Not a Love Song

If I could write you a love song
I’d sing to you all that I feel
I’d pour out my heart in the lyrics
So you know what I’m feeling is real

I’d tell you I think about you every morning
I always wish you were right there
I’d tell you I replay moments in my mind
All the memories that we’ve shared

I’d tell you when I come home from work
I wish I was coming home to you
I’d tell you when I’m falling asleep
I wish you could be there too

But I have to tell you I’m sorry
Because this is the best I can do
I may be a woman without a song
But I can offer all my love to you

If I could write you a love song
I’d start with the day that we met
Because no matter how the song ends
It’s the beginning I’ll never forget