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Love in the Silence of the Soul

As a young boy
Sitting in a pew
The winter darkness pressing down
Candlelight waves from hidden drafts
Shadows danced on the walls

I heard the words destined to me
“Be still . . . know that I am God”
So I listen  . . . eyes open
“The Passion of Christ”
I was gone . . . 

I saw eyes . . . 
Judas under the olive trees - Gethsemane
His eyes  . . . cold, darting  . . . filled with manic evil
Torchlights hissing  . . . turning eyes yellow
Then a kiss and chaos erupts
I closed my eyes  . . . suddenly afraid

Now I see a set of eyes  . . . filled with burning hate
A High Priest screaming . . .    B-L-A-S-S-P-H-E-M-Y ! ! ! ! !
All around ugly eyes staring with dripping contempt
Old men spitting with bared rotting teeth
Then I noticed . . . and . . . 
And my heart ached . . . 
Jesus . . . standing quietly with closed eyes

Then we were off to Roman authority -- Pontius Pilate
I saw his slanted eyes . . . squinting as if too much sunlight
Loud voices yelling outside . . .  “Crucify him!”
In my heart, I cursed these people – but his eyes
His eyes were dark, soft – forgiving
A hand washing and we are walking . . . 

To a hillside, a place called Golgotha – the skull
Empty eye sockets . . . a place of death
The eyes of soldiers hard, focused  . . . 
Spikes, woods – his sad eyes burning my heart
Closing my eyes, I heard a sharp gasp . . . soldiers yelling

As I opened my eyes – I was looking out with his eyes
We were seeing the same things
Angry faces with eyes of burning ashes
Taunting and jeering – a wave of hysteria hitting us
I heard and felt a deep groan 
Fear gripping me – I knew instantly we needed to go

Men, women, soldiers, slaves, leaders, teachers 
Eyes filled with blood lust
Evil, hatred . . . . I can’t breath
Death coming with the darkness
Jesus!        Can’t you see . . . 
Then I heard him whisper
 “Father, forgive them, they know not what they do.”

My heart sank realizing with horror
Jesus is staying . . . dying
I felt his purposeful breathing
Muscles, bones, joints aching with a searing pain
My eyes filled with tears

I saw another set of bloodshot eyes
A voice next to me yelling
“If you’re the Christ, get down from the cross
And take me too!  Let’s go!”
NO, NO!!!  . . . What is he saying
Those are my words – I am sick
My stomach seizes  . . . guilt fills me
I close my eyes

Another voice – on our right speaks
“Lord, remember me . . . “
Jesus painfully turns, twisting his body . . . looking . . . 
He sees blue eyes – my eyes
I am hanging next to Jesus
“Today you will be with me in Paradise”

We were one – together . . . one body
Now separate crosses . . . I feel crushed by loneliness
But his words . . . “Paradise” . . . “today”
He loves me – I see him looking at me
His eyes illuminating my soul . . . it hurts
I tried crying out – I love you . . . 
But only a sob squeaks out

Gravity pulling down pulling down
Eyes straining against the pain
Joints and ribs stretching . . .  popping
Chest heaving for each breath
Body convulsing against wood
Head back . . . eyes wide open . . . he screams
“My God! My God! Why have you forsaken me?”

No one answers . . . surprised eyes
In my tears I felt the agony of the cross
The bleakness . . .  hell
Dead eyes

Back in the pew
I heard the preacher 
“He died for you”
What . . . why . . . no . . . 
No, I don’t want you dead


Hey, wait for me – slow down
Running hard, breathing deeply
I stuck my head in empty tomb – hum??? . . . . 
I sat quietly next to Mary Magdalene . . . wondering
The gardener spoke – “Mary”
But he was looking at me – bright eyes
He said . . . “David”
“David, I love you”

Yes!!  Woo Hoo . . . 
Look at me . . . I am dancing
With shinning eyes 
“I love you too”
“I love you”
“Lord Jesus”
“I do”

David Meade

Love Generously

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C'est La Vie

They had fought. He left without a word... ...while she was sleeping. She threw on the gown she had worn for him the night before, pushed off the china vase and blooms he had given her. She watched them fall in...s l o w...m o t i o n, listened to them crash to the floor... ...sat on the window sill, where the bouquet and container had been. She proclaimed to the world "c'est la vie!". She was alone but at least... ...she was the only flower.
22~10~2014 Sponsor: Judy Konos Contest Name: c'est la vie

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When Yesterday Was Today

On cold evenings
Surrounded by friends
Warm and
I could stay up forever
Taking strength
From the blackness 
Feeling that I could float upward
And walk with the stars
On their lonely journey 
Through heaven.

There was a girl 
I was with then
And beautiful
When I first saw her
I wanted to feel her softness
Her breathe on my cheek
Her hand  
Brushing against my thigh
When I held her close
And even closer
I wanted her 
To say she loved me.

Our love
Had a perfect balance
Teasing and challenge
And seduction.

A subtle change
That I never understood
Came about
The closer we became
The more anger
And resentment followed
When she smiled I was envious
When I laughed she was angry
We broke up
We were young
It was my fault
Her fault
Our fault
Or blame it on the times we lived in.

Outside my room
Footsteps echo
In a long and empty hallway
And like an undeliverable letter 
A message scrawled 
To no one in particular
Haunting visions are 
Returned to me
The slenderness of her waist
The way she arched her back
The touch of her hand
The way she kissed
I feel her presence
Yes, I relive all that.

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Thirsty Love

As a young boy
    I watch with interest the small man
   Wolf Hunter - a wise father of the hunt

He begins an old ritual
   coating his knife blade 
   rich animal blood and tallow fat

Wolf Hunter adds another blood-tallow layer
   and another – freeze

A frozen tallow-blood knife

Wolf Hunter knowing the wolf
    fixes his knife in ground
    blade up  
    prays and leaves . . .

Grey wolf sniffs air and begins to run
    blood is on the wind  
    he licks, tasting the delicious blood-tallow

He howls into the night and licks faster
   a blood lust building 
   lapping the blade until the sharp edge bites 

Feverishly now, faster and harder 
   Grey wolf licks the blade in the arctic night
   great is his craving for blood

The insatiable blood-thirst 
    now being satisfied by his own warm blood 
    the naked blade biting his tongue
    his carnivorous appetite devouring 

In the pale morning light
    Wolf Hunter finds Grey Wolf
    dead in the snow
    stooping down he picks up his knife

 I stand . . . frozen  – sicken by the sight
    Wolf Hunter looking at me says
    . . .  to be consumed by your own desire
                    is a dangerous and deadly foe 

Years later
    staring at the bottle
    hands shaking -- eyes filled with lust
    a vison: a grey wolf consumed . . . dead
    the howl of the wolf-wind beseeching 

To be consumed by your own desire is a dangerous and deadly foe

                          /\      /\

David Meade

Live Generously

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Depression (True Story)

My depression grows everyday, It started as a come and go, It decided to stay and create a black cloud, All I can do, Is sit and hope, Wish and dream, Cry and smile, I fake these looks for my family, They feel responsible, Like they caused my pain, Truth is, No one caused it, It just came, because a boy, I loved, Died, All alone, All my fault, Not being there, I was so stupid, So young, I yelled at him, Told him i hated him, Told him to leave me and never come back, His friends came and got him, They drove him home, He decided to come back to see me, My fault, My fight caused, His death, He tried to get to me, A car smashed his, Head trama, Lungs smashed, Face scared, Last words said, I hate you, I rushed to his side, Last thing i hear, I love you, Never forget me, He passed away, In my arms, Me in tears, Unable to tell him, I love you too, Never could I forget you, Your my heart, My soul, You'll always be with me<3

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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.
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, 
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.

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
when I get old? "

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Exhuming The Essence

excavate my fervent soul
with your familiar hands
(determination gets you everywhere)
stripped down to just my skin
in this sultry summer night
moon shining provocative…..bright

entwined limbs in midnights swelter
architecture of  this flaming hanker
you must stoke this slow red simmer
I assure you that I blaze
with just the right erotic touch
                        I become a vixen 

trace those fingers down my spine
those lips a naked search
beyond the present sunset
to this hearts clandestine perch
(buried profound but beating)
inside a cave of safety
if you will only reach it
                   patience is a virtue

I am only just a slave
held captive by your binding
to  your Adonis body
I am helpless as a hostage….
my master….I await….trembling
for that final surrender

you can render me helpless my love….
and leave me barely breathing…

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Wild Love

The blackberry's love for the garden rose
Brought down the gardener's wrath.
The blackberry sensed the danger
As he wended the garden path.

" A love so true as mine", he sighed,
"Must dare to brave the hoe.
Just a few more feet to reach her,
My true love she must know."

He crept along so quietly,
Sometimes quite out of sight
Until he nudged his darling's feet.
Did he dare to trust the light?

He heard the gardener's heavy boot
And hid in craven shame.
He knew he'd soon be weeded out,
A seedling with no name.

"Have I no worth since I don't rate
Some Latin nomenclature?
Without a well known parentage
Am I a freak of nature?

His darling's line was long and pure,
No skeletons in her past.
He had to make his feelings known.
Those boots were treading fast.

Gently then he wrapped his vine
Around his loved one's spine.
In great amazement he opined,
"Her thorns are sharp as mine".

The sweet rose felt his tender touch
And realized his fear
And wondered at his bravery
In coming to her here.

She heard the swishing of the hoe,
She heard those nearing feet.
Quietly letting down her leaves 
In a manner so discreet

She covered her wild lover.
The gardener unaware,
Stopped but to view her beauty.
He saw naught hiding there.

She whispered, "You are safe now".
The blackberry's heart was light,
Thankful that his dear sweet rose
Had not exposed his plight.

"A rose is still a rose." she said,
"By any other name
And in our distant ancestry,
We share some of the same".

"I'd rather know your wild love,
Than a love that's dull and tame,"
Cuddling close, returned his kiss
Without a bit of shame.

Next season there were seedlings
Of a very different kind.
The gardener delighted, cried
"A horticultural find."

The moral of this story?
Things aren't always what they seem.
The love you look down on today,
Could be tomorrow's dream.

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The Special Rose

She sits and rocks, so gently back and forth
Her chin leaning heavily on her chest.
In her hands she cradles, one flat waxed rose
And sighs as pain is swelling in her breast.

Her long grey hair, now tied up in a bun
Is what I see when entering the room.
I helplessly watch, her tear drops flowing,
They look like dew, upon the lonely bloom.

Slowly she looks at a picture nearby,
A glimpse of a smile creases her face.
Granddad with her, stand on their wedding day
With red roses, and a dress of white lace.

After the wedding, she said with a smile,
I took this one rose and waxed it back then.
Granddad had laughed at me wondering why.
I said, for the special memories when…….

And now this old rose, I hold in my hand,
Precious memories kept in my drawer
I pull it out remembering the day
When granddad loved me, and I loved him more.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
Contest: Encounters with Flowers 

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I was seventeen, had one year left of high school and a boyfriend I didn't even love.
It was the end of summer, and I was on the verge of a night indelible
because it was incredible for me.

If "tall, dark, and handsome" had a face, it belonged to one who walked
into the store I worked at nightly all alone. He brought with him a smile just for me -
beautiful, magical, seducing. Were he music, he'd have been the warmest song
to ever touch my soul. Perhaps it was the moon, lunacy-inducing, that made me crave
his visits more and more, for he'd come each night into the store, 
his ritual to tease me with his glances; then stand in line with just one purchase,
engaging me with words deliciously belying that he spoke my native tongue. 
Did he know I fairly worshiped him? 
And where was Aphrodite to let her dear Adonis wander free?

I learned eventually he was staying with a brother and soon would be returning to Quebec. 
I do not know, but I can now infer the moon waxed full by the time he asked me out, 
for I had waxed complete in my audacity. Knowing it was his last night in town, 
I closed the store up early and fled with my Prince Charming.
The stuff of poetry that night transpired. . .
fodder for the several poems of romance I've since penned.
Sitting in his car in front of my own house, late at night, into the early morning. . .
The way he gazed into my eyes, teaching me of butterfly kisses 
and his breathing his sweet breath along my ear lobes,
the way our fingers interlaced, the way he caressed the small of my back. . . 
He taught me how small things
can be just as sensuous as that act of love that virgins do not know,
and he branded me with a yearning for a sweet romantic love I'd never felt so strongly,
nor would I ever know again as wonderfully as I was shown that night,
 for others in my life I've kissed, yet barely missed.

My dream love wrote me postcards from Quebec. Then it all died out.
I married. A few years passed; then I got a call from him, completely unexpected!
Somehow he'd tracked me down to my new home. I took the call, 
 as I held my firstborn baby daughter in one arm.
Heart in my throat, I told him it was nice to hear from him, but I was married now.
So though I'll never know what "may have been," I'm still left with the memory
I chose to make with him  that one day of my life, my very best,
because for just one night, I was Cinderella. A prince still holds my slipper,
and infinite romance lives on inside my poems.

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The Long-Suffering Wife

Believing that marriage was ordained of God; 
that, like a seed, it needed constant nurturing, 
she sowed her deep devotion with a hope 
that stretched beyond an ordinary scope. 
That hope scanned schisms that had left her desolate-
until it reached the heavens with her prayers.

Time and time again, her spouse complained or failed to do small things
essential to cementing the marriage bond.
With unusual restraint, she held her tongue, forgave. . . and listened.
If matrimony were the fire in a hearth, she supplied the kindling and the logs;
then lauded him for twigs that on occasion he tossed in. 
Some nights she’d lay a weary head upon the chest 
of the one she called her husband (when he was fast asleep and didn’t know). 
In those moments, she felt the beat of that heart he never showed to her.

With humbleness she supplicated God 
that she might find connection with her mate.
She wondered and she wondered why. . .if thoughts, invisible, 
which were transmitted to the Lord, were able to be recieved by Him,
why could not her words, directly spoken to the one on earth she loved, be heard?

Daily on her knees, she telegraphed celestially with a faith most extraordinary. . . 
and wisdom came. Her love would not be broken, and she grew. 
The seed she’d planted took root too and grew until there came a time. . .
she laid a graying head upon the chest
of one that was her husband (not just in word only); 
a someone who now watched HER as she drifted off to sleep. 
With his heartbeat strong in her ear,
she heard him whisper softly, “I love you” as he kissed her cheek goodnight.

For Audrey Carey's "To Err Is Human to Forgive Divine"

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Sweetest Love Note

One night a guy & a girl were
driving home from the movies. The
boy sensed there was
something wrong because of the painful
silence they shared between them
that night. The girl then asked the boy to pull over
because she wanted to talk. She told him that her
feelings had changed & that it was time to move on.
A silent tear slid down his cheek as he
slowly reached into his pocket & passed her a folded note.
At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down
that very same street. He swerved
right into the drivers seat, killing the boy.
Miraculously, the girl survived. Remembering the note, she
pulled it out & read it.
"Without your love, I would die."

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Christmas Miracle in the Ghetto (Co-written with John Moses Freeman)

Peering at the radiating faces of happy families
So much joy emanates from well-to-do children’s sparkling eyes
Wish I could replace the grief, put smiles on the faces of my sons
Without a glimmer of hope even promises of warm meals would be lies

In the brown eyes of my sons, the same eyes their mother, my wife
Sadness the sacrifice, a courageous mother giving life
So great a zest for life she sacrificed to give her sons life
But now greed hath put her seed in peril and my world in strife

No “Help Wanted” signs in the windows of Main Street’s bustling stores
The aroma of fresh bread wafts tauntingly from the bakery
With my hands in pockets, finding not even loose change
Overcome with hunger and jealousy, should I resort to thievery? 

Mind reeling, contemplating abating moral principals
Suddenly appear familiar brown eyes amid face so dear
The image of deceased wife, Spanish born eyes filled with tears
Speaking, "Abe, the Lord is gracious, walk until head is clear"

I follow the light in her warm eyes reflecting in glass windows
They lead me down the road to a park at the end of town
Dressed in ragged clothing, a man sits with a smile of peace
Breathing white puffs in frigid air, this gentle soul sees my frown

The message is plain, as my fears begin to clear
There is a greater depth in a soul of love well kept
The night is far spent; I kissed the hand of this gentle man
He smiled sweetly and said, "Lift up heavy head from dread"
I look up to see sun glistening on snow-laden pine boughs
It’s here, Christmas Day, and I’ve left my children alone all night
An ache in my heart compels me to race quickly back through town
Breathlessly, I reach my porch unprepared for a welcome sight
Hearing laughter within, I smell, yams, turkey and ham
I open my door, on the floor, presents piled high as well
Laughing with glee, sons kiss me, sparkle of brown eyes I see
Sparkling brown eyes, of Spanish descent, love is evident
“From where in the world did all this come,” I ask my sons
“Beautiful lady with Spanish brown eyes, stopped at our door
She said a strange thing, as on the floor our gifts were lain,
‘Tell Abe keep the faith; a mother's love is stronger than the grave.’
Her hugs and kisses, will be greatly missed!  Who was she, Daddy?"

Thank you, Moses, for joining me and guiding me in this write.  Merry Christmas, dear 

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Just an Old Memory

She’s just an old memory of a younger man’s dreams
An image of love hard to find
I can still see her eyes, taste the joy of her lips
In the deep recesses of my mind
Hair that was flowing, a smile that was glowing
An angel with earthly charms
Felt her heart beat in the tropical heat
Got lost in her loving arms
Sometimes I wonder if it was only a dream
An old sea story that I told
But I remember those eyes like a radiant beam
A treasure greater than gold
I wonder now if she waited on shore
With the fire in her heart still burning
And I wonder if there were tears in her eyes
Realizing I would not be returning
She’s just an old memory that haunts me today
A storybook love affair
A blanket, a beach and two bodies entangled
On a tropical island somewhere.

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My Heart Sobs

I'm till struggling to connect with you...
It feels strange that you are actually here, and so near..
You...walked past me a couple of times,
Your eyes were glistening, sober, serious...
Rushing by as if something deathly important lie ahead
In that moment, I could hear my heart thrashing in my throat
A victim in a prison, desperately closing those eyes from the fear reach out to you....
But not knowing how...

How will you ever know the tears I have shed?
How will you ever see the love and care in my eyes? 
Maybe we will never know what we could be...
Maybe I am lost in uncertainty's sea

But, please...
Don't walk by me...
No, not anymore...
My sorrowful soul holds its breath when you do...
And when you are gone again...
My heart sobs...

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The Faithful Wife

Believing that marriage was ordained of God;
that, like a seed, it needed constant nurturing,
she sowed her deep devotion with a hope
that stretched beyond an ordinary scope;
scanned schisms that had left her desolate-
until it reached the heavens with her prayers.

With unusual restraint, she held her tongue
countless times. . . and listened.
If matrimony were the fire in a hearth,
she supplied the kindling and the logs;
then lauded him for twigs 
that on occasion he tossed in.
Some nights she’d lay a weary head 
upon the chest of one she called her husband
 (when he was fast asleep and didn’t know). 
and she'd feel the beat of a heart he wouldn’t show.

With humbleness she supplicated God 
that she might find connection with her mate.
She wondered and she wondered why. . .
if thoughts, invisible, which were transmitted
to the Lord, by Him were then received,
why could not her words directly spoken
to the one on earth she loved, be heard?

Daily on her knees, she telegraphed celestially
with faith extraordinary. . . and wisdom came. 
Her love would not be broken, and she grew.
The seed she’d planted too 
took root and grew until there came a time. . .
she laid a greying head upon the chest
of one that was her husband(not in word alone),
who watched her as she drifted off to sleep.
With his heartbeat strong in her ear,
she heard him whisper softly, “I love you”
as he kissed her cheek. “Goodnight.”

For the contest FAITH/ sponsored by A Rambling Poet

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A Most Irish Fairy Tale - Merry Christmas to All

It is not just Santa Claus who we meet in cold December— 
There is “Carolina,” and she’s the beauty of a winter picture perfect 
With luscious long coal black curly hair far down on her back 
As a true fairy princess, Carolina is quite beautiful with beaming

Blue eyes and that certain incandescent glow for all to see and 
Dressed in a sparkling white robe made of polar bear skins 
With a glossy coat sprinkled with pearls and diamonds . . . .

Out of the woods she comes so quiet in the night’s fresh snow 
With a glimpse of two deer and a fox on hunt walking carefully 
Carolina hopes the deer will walk around with angelic guard 
The secret is that beautiful Carolina talks the animals’ languages 
The birds they play in all its splendor fine without sorrows 
They fly while Carolina keeps watch carefully on the horizon 

Falling snow now dazzling Christmas in a ball circle most brilliant 
While there is a frozen frosted sprinkling silver in the mist shining sun
Oh so!! Wonderful to behold as the Spirit of Christmas comes alive . . . .

The Reindeer come alive and begin dancing joyfully together and 
Create such a melodic sound almost like bells ringing aloud
And the all the Reindeer are here in their resplendent glory:
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen,
And Rudolph, with his red nose so beautiful and oh so bright—
And the sounds the Reindeer make stay in the minds of the little
Children just like sweetly wishing little voices wonderful in dreams
With those singing, tunes a dancing light appears so wondrous 
While planes from all over the world begin landing with cargo
And one each day with loads of letters from good little children

And Santa Claus begins calling the elfin troops into action while
The Leprechauns do all the heavy work as they are much tougher
But the old fighting Irish in them showing their softer side all the 
While with a drop of the old fiery dew to keep them warm smiling 
Like the very wee little Devil in them - mischievous and all . . . . 

They do all the heavy work for the elves as they have more of a spring
In their step while almost bouncing on the tip of the their toes like 
Little jumping springs so full of boundless wonder and energy and  
Then day after day the letters keep arriving and landing at the North Pole 
And they begin working like mad and very busily in the North Pole factory

While Santa checks the letters of all boys and girls through a secret window 
And when he shakes it he sees through the mist in a glass bubble of the
Christmas treats while hurriedly calling together all of his Reindeer . . . .
The sound of hooves on the snow saddles up the sleigh he is very slim 
To start off while all his helpers are loading up and he flicks the reins 

And the bells start ringing and - in a flash of magic dust in spirit sings of 
The ground waving he bade Mrs. Claus a very fond and loving farewell
And off he goes in a flash of light Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! echoing in the distance 

Each chimney sliding down he eats the food throwing some to the Reindeer 
Treats left after the night's over he feels so fat eating so much he heads back 
Home to the North Pole while smiling so content at the children’s happiness 
And ringing in his ears filled with golden smiles and wishing everyone a very 
Merry Christmas he falls asleep after Mrs. Claus makes him a hot chocolate
Really tired but easing his weary bones year after year he loves his job very
Much so and all of the sheer delight that his efforts and those of Mrs. Clau
And his elfin helpers and the joy and fun of the Reindeer bring to all children
On this Earth!! 
                     Merry Christmas to All!!

Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman – A Collaborated Poem, 

Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 9, 2014) (Free Verse)

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The Sparrow

He called it love and his captivating way,
   She called it fear and longed for the day.
All alone she cried those bitter nights,
   While he ran around to his hearts delight.
He had her heart he pulled her strings,
    All she ever wanted was the joy that only true love can bring.
He controlled her mind, her spirit, her soul,
     All alone with no hopes of ever achieving her goals.
Completely stripped of confidence and pride,
    She became a victim of his heartless and evil side.
She was hardly a child when he stole her heart,
    Lured in to his web with lies and broken promises from the start.
Now all of her dreams have faded away,
    As she musters up courage to try to make it through another day.
He has convinced her that what he says is the final word,
    No matter what she had read or heard.
You can’t make it out there, alone, is what he said!
    You won’t last a week till somebody finds you dead.
So callous and cruel he chose those frightening words to keep her here,
    But she had reached the end and leaving was the only way and she saw it clear.
She said you’re right and I should hush so let’s not fight,
     But her things were packed, she’d be leaving this night.
He got all dressed and went out to make the town,
     She called her a taxi and left that clown.
She broke the bonds that held her there,
     Now she’s on her own enjoying life and breathing in this new found air.
This little sparrow has found her wings,
     Enjoying everything this life can possibly bring.

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Justice in the Quest For Love

I saw how martyrs longed for love, and so began the play of my flitting heart
A strange girl had I become, with airs of fickle dream,
My heart an embodiment of wonder to all that dared to behold it
Closing my eyes, I would find myself knowing something new would shine my way
Had I known what was coming, the dawn would seem far less appealing...

As all journeys begin, a darkness began to veer its head
The plot of reality melted in dissonant chords... 
Dark blue fogs of doubt caked my mind and heart 
Though the longing for love never left... 
And had it left, no dawn would await me 

I saw there were rules setting a foundation for my intensely embarked mark 
I knew if I were to feel any twinge of fire, 
I must first be rid of the fog...or at the very least find my way through it 
How it stung as it hit my virgin skin, not like gentle clouds talking me through it, 
Caressing, surrounding and seducing. . . 
No, like a poison, the bleak thickness of the doubt choking me 
Reducing me to child's tears...I toiled through its torments, 
I rested upon rough rocks of rhetorics 
Admiring their vitality and honesty... 
At one point in time I had convinced myself that I was one of them 
A rock- cold, rough... hardened and overlooked...destined to crumble 
Though more demands surfaced on this quest for love's Justice 

Weakened by the blue fogs blackening,
 I cried out in the pit of my heart, surrendering before me 
Words...kept so long inside... 
I freed them from the strongholds of my darkest nights 
And soon there was a deep, hypnotizing reply... 

Justice, tall and proud, said from above the sinking pit, 
"True, I have seen you before, 
A token of adoration you have become, 
Crying night after night in melodious black, 
With little to take, and everything to give... 
My demands are simple, as your longing is profound, 
You, yes, you! Take my hand so I may hold you tightly..." 

My mouth agape, I stretched out my hand to meet the vines of his fingers 
Clutching in sparks, he breathed into me life... and promise of love 

"Surrender your heart to the hope of love 
When you find you are not alone, as none of you are, 
When you praise with your singsong words that passion has altered, 
Giving all to a soul you have yet to see, 
You shall feel my hand lift you as I do now... 
Soon once more, you shall learn- the dawn will always be dawn 
And the night will always be your velvet pathway to Beyond." 

This, Justice proclaimed in the voice of a thousand cries of birth 
The overtones spilling out in rainbows of rapture 

It was soon after his visit, I knew I must perform... 
Surrender, faith, and action Three keys to the same door... 
And they, golden and alight, were in my hands to use 

The time came when my heart grew roses, thorns and all 
And hearts smashed their way through, though I cherished the burn... 
Fogs still lingered in the alleyway of fear 
And now I knew not to inch my way near 

For the punishment he had whispered like darts in my ear, 
"If you, now seeing the truth, dismember your heart, 
I will crush your petals into black abyss, 
I will reduce you to dust, leaving the thorns, 
I am animal in the face of failure, 
My tolerance for hate is shorter than an ant beholding a mountain 
And if you so much as reject my call, 
Hate is exactly what I will allow, 
And it will destroy you, oh singing heart..." 

This I ask of Justice, on the day of my calling, and yet still today... - 
"Tell me, oh spirit, 
Phantom of Epiphany, 
When the love I so long for locks tightly upon me, 
Becoming me, 
Shall it be as I dreamed, 
Or shall I be wholly disappointed, 
Left in the agony of reality, 
Where roses grow, thorns and all... 
Only to wither...and die... 

He was so gentle...that he merely smiled and left me... 

It was right away, soon after his departure, 
That I felt he never would fully leave... 
He allowed me to weave my own dreams, 
Finding out for myself if reality was truly as magical as they write 
And as for an answer, as dull as this may sound... it is... 

I, like many tearful martyrs before me, 
Continue to long for a love that will fulfill me 
Often reality teases me, and I know not if she is demon or angel 
Though one day, I will see reality is on my side, ugly or not 
The play of my flitting heart still beating its rhythmic drums 
The rainbows of overtones lulling me into ecstasy, 
As I see words of wisdom thriving in the hands that save 

This, though little, I know- 
Love is justice of reward beyond our wildest dreams 
He sings to us every night, never making promises... 
He just smiles and allows us to live it 
He allows us to discover, and in turn give... 
To enlighten others still trapped in the ruts of fog 
Once we feel it, there is no turning back 
Please do not let him crush those roses you have made... 
Even their foundations were meant to reach the skies 
Touching the brightest dawn...and Beyond..

 -For Justin Bordner's "Love Justice" Contest 
Love you loads, and thank you immensely for inspiring me! 

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"Sacred Season"

A dream

To hear the whippoorwills' sad urgent  call
I was very glad when I was a lad
But now twilight nearing new season's fall
My Essence of truth my consciousness calls

My tears being not of my former years
For sake of humans I now turn my cares
As compassion of true identity
From sacred place calls from infinity
Within unlimited aspects' of me
A great white throne in the distance I see
Around sacred bend a familiar friend
Silhouette of me as my God I see

No more desirous of earth's vain glory
The mind's wilderness of exploratory
History recedes illusions of me
My ego thoughts I just had to be

Totality of Love I see as me
Enter into God's synchronicity
I now see my God as I now see me
As sacredness of the reality
As Sacredness calls a new season's fall
Recesses the former whippoorwills' call
As new life calls I now realize it all
New life is in the  Sacred Season's Fall

Mystified as I liquefied I cry
As in spirit of love quite high I fly
Above consequences life's  densities
As spiritual tears replace human fears


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Light On the Devil's Chord -Day 1

And the music began,
And with power so strong, I nearly fell back from the force
Snarling, smiling, demons held me upright,
As the Precarious Prince began,

“Dare you in silence come to me, Daughter of Eve,
To challenge my wisdom with your lust to sing,
A child of God—you provoke His flea,
A monster in the dark—a sight to see!

In meditative silence, I was ever blooming,
The passion for power in my mind consuming,
In silence, my brilliance berated all other
My beauty, shocking, my wings of color

Etched in golden array, 
Silence was my everything,
A bud so tight, so light, so moist,
In heaven bright—its beam rejoiced!

And now, as knowledge, as power do burst,
I sit in silence, though in the worst
A quiet so perturbed your stomach curbs,
I long in luster for demons to disturb

Silence, once a subordinate to my wit,
Had found its way into this grimy pit,
Where now your God has given me,
A work of sloppy treachery…

Had I been He, and He been me,
I would throw His heart into the sea,
And watch the eels suck each artery
And listen to his lullabies for a century,
To feel his spirit sweat in the flames of my power,
I would shred his head on the highest tower,
Give him something to really Bab-bel,
Make him wish Eve had crushed that apple” 

He smiled at me with teeth protruding, 
Head craning,
Keenly waiting for my reply
My throat was insanely dry, and my heart racing
I had expected more, yet expected less…
And now all my wits were a wretched mess

Yet still Death severed those deep bass chords..
I began as a child would, with a doubtful sigh,
I wondered yet again what kind of trouble I was coming by
And inspired by The Reaper’s little push, I began

“In my days in your presence, dear one
Silence shall not roam too close,
I do not sing to disdain you,
Rather to know you, 
I do not grow quiet,
To decompose you…”

I stopped for a moment, 
To see him staring rather attentively,
As if he were expecting a miracle
His almost angelic expression changed as quick as it came…

“Go on…” He demanded. “Sing me what your God would have sang…”

“You speak of silence, in the fogs of doom,
In your pit you dwell, and with a child you make room,
I have ached long in the vision of your cries,
Watching the happy children, and the relieving sighs,
I imagined you just as I see you today,
A beautiful sufferer, with wit, bite, and sway
Crushing courage in your wake,
I implore you—you quake
Moments like these I will never forget,
To win, to lose, to KNOW I wait yet!
What is it with man and his thirst for the truth,
Leading him to fall, to intercede his youth,
And as I do now, wrong or right,
By God and his angels has found delight!
Allowed me with confidence to face you Prince,
A sauntering being of ire and impertinence
I see where your attention bleeds,
I see your mind and I see your needs
Such darkness must now allow some light,
By accepting my challenge—a bravery so bright
Do I mean to admire you, accept you, despise you
Am I hear to judge you, taunt you, transpire you
You and you alone I come for, oh Prince
To show you I care, to break the silence
To share with you the precious gifts of song,
To love, to sing, and in turn…belong…”

The demons chimed with laughter dark
As the Prince sat close beside me
He stood very slow, towering over me,
And took me by the arm

“Charming voice, darling,
You sing quite well,
Shall we sing for as long as you say?
Will you not be missed?”

He pointed above me, and stared at me deeply
There was warning written all over him
A threatening, distant eye,
The other full of desire

“I am missed by you, though I stand before you,
This I say, Prince
I shall stay with you 40 days and 40 nights, 
And then I shall leave you, in the breaking dawn of day…”

His grip tightened upon me,
“I have you, child, woman…light…
For 40 Days and 40 nights… 
Before then, let us make history of song
Yes, my dear... let us both belong…”

The demons gasped,
And Death stood still…steadily strumming a pulse of daring life

----Thank you once again, Justin Bordner, for the title to this work. 
This may be confusing if you have not yet read the other parts to the poem.  If you are interested, they are called Light On the Devil’s Chord – Part 1, Part 2 Part 3 as well as The ChallengeThanks for reading friends! ~Laura

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Pride of the Motherland

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

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

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

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

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


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


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Tea Leaves On The Bosphorus

Tea Leaves On The Bosphorus

Seated at a table by the stirring water,
My eyes absorb the shore of Asia.
Minerets and aged worn stone
Stand haphazardly along the banks.
Istanbul is a lady with secrets
She'll lure you with her unrevealed virgin beauty,
Then seduce you with her ancient lovers.

Grilled sardines filled my charger
Fish pulled from the strait just minutes before,
Lay garnished with parsley and mint .
Red pickled turnips and warm flat bread
Are the implements that help feed me 
And scoop up the humus,
Turkish nourishment for my soul.

The empty plates are cleared by a handsome waiter
With dubious intentions I feared,
But I was flattered none the less.
A bowl of yogurt was placed before me,
And my admirer arrived with a comb of honey.
He held it high above the creamy cloud and let the heavy ochre
languidly pour atop the milky whiteness of delight.
After his seduction,he left me alone to my pleasure
As I lapped at the sweet and sour heavenly temptation,
that parted my lips and elevated my being.

As I recovered from my rapture, two eyes caught mine.
The heathen that destroyed my diet approached the table uninvited.
He pulled up a chair and sat down across from me.
In his hands, a cup.
He offered to tell me my future.
White, small, as fragile as an eggshell with the top lopped off.
Within was a dark tea with floating leaves.
In a chivalrous attempt at English conversation,
He handed me the libation and the offer to read the remains.

I, alone in a man's world, unmarried, and of a certain age,
Did not need encouragement and I accepted his offer.
I drained the tea in one gulp and returned it to his hands.
He placed the cup in one palm , then turned it upside down,
Allowing the remaining fluid to drip out around the cup and onto the table.
Once the cup was upright again he studied the leaves, then he spoke.

His voice was soft, at times , unintelligible
His reading was honest, and truthful, and painful.
His prophecy, amusing, and entertaining
His vision and it's accuracy were astounding.

Fifteen years later, the leaves delivered on their promise.
Long fluid lines inside the cup foretold of a marriage,
To a man who  would cross a sea to find me.
Two shorter drippings were the children that now delight me.
The  tea ring that he was able to complete around the cup ,
Was the warmth of a love that would soon envelop me.

Tea, anyone?

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---And the Angel Looked On

"I heard an angel speak last night and he said "write" - Elizabeth Barrett Browning 

that was the last word he whispered before his eyes closed forever...

I close my own eyes, bite my lower lip, 'til I taste tin, stone angel crying with me...
The wind sends chills through me, as the heavens threatened to weep
brown leaves skittering between my feet, seeking for shelter.
How I related to those leaves: dry...brittle...dead.

I look at the Angel that watches over him,imploring for answers, 
begging this Guardian to take pity on me, help me remember. 
She only looks at me, with tears in her eyes, her beautiful face
always looked enigmatic to me, for she was smiling...
and yet those tears hinted at sadness, 
seemingly reprimanding me with her look.
I bow my head in shame, and reach for her hands, 
but I only feel cold, hard stone...not unlike my heart

My throat catches, I can hardly breathe--
I loosen my grip, feeling it might burn this time
...from guilt, for forgetting...

I glance at her magnificent wings, and wished I had them, too,
if only to fly away, but my feet are stuck on the ground, 
with a heart buried in regret.

I whisper one word: "Sorry":spoken so softly, I think I only said it in my heart;
I say it louder, my body wracked with sobs, my heart bleeding crimson tears of anguish. 
I look at the Angel and notice something on her sash--
One pristine white feather lay there-a stark contrast to the moss covered stone.
I take the feather, notice wordings etched on the sash--and scraped off moss, 
Tennyson's words go straight to my heart...
" 'Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all."

The memories come back like a flash flood, assaulting me, bringing me back to that day.
He told me he had an angel carved to be with him at his grave, 
since I, his angel, couldn't always be there for him. And that he understood, 
that it was okay. I shrugged it off, told him I love him forever.
I still do, that's why it shamed me that I also love another now.

Seeing those words, I felt such a sense of peace, like he was embracing me, 
smoothing out my hair like he used to, telling me it was all right. 
I blink back tears, and say "Thank you" this time...I hug the Angel and I felt warm.
Drizzle and sunlight bounced off each other as I walked away. 
I turn my head around to his grave
--and the Angel looked on with a smile.

Constance's Angels in Cemeteries contest
 June 18, 2011

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Together As One

Together As One
To dream as one.
When we dream we dream as one. When we laugh we laugh as one. We have a life 
together that compliments one another. We have a love that is like no other it’s as 
one. We reach for the stars and look for the moon. We support and care for one 
another on our journeys as our journeys cross paths.
We listen with excitement to each other’s dreams. To understand and encourage 
comes from the heart. Knowing with certainty that we deserve the love we give and 
receive as we are as one. What is wonderful for one is so for the other for our life 
path is the same. Knowing one so well is to know one’s self without a doubt.
Dreams that come together both big and small shared by knowing hearts that want 
the same want are as one. A love so strong can feel and guide with the stars and 
moon. Set in motion a force together nothing can sever but blessed be a dream 
together as one!
Dream, laugh, and love we do as one for we became one. Together we reach for the 
stars and the moon as we share the paths we take. Our journey takes us many 
directions to which we share our delight. A journey worth taking is a journey worth 
sharing…sharing as one!
                                                                                   Debbie Knapp

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How a Blue Rose Came to be

Once upon a time, many years ago,
There was a sweet and lovely -  red, red Irish rose,
That was plucked prematurely, from the garden vine;
A budding beauty, taken in her prime.

She was laid to rest, upon the death, of a lovers dream;
Upon a chest of ebony, where lie, his would-be  Queen; 
Lowered deep into the depths, of the church yard cemetery;
Her scarlet petals, wilting in the summer breeze.

Then the earth begin to fall, like autumn leaves;
Upon  her petals, and the chest of ebony,
From above her tomb, where stood the grieving groom
Weeping , weeping,  like a willow tree.

Then the sky begin  to disappear, amid that mournful cry,
As  tears - from above, fell from that lovers eyes,
And came to rest, like dew drops on that  Irish rose, 
As she disappeared beneath the earth, there in his grief below 
In time, he laid a stone of ivory - upon her grave;
Etched deeply  - with the promise he had made:
To love his Irish Rose - forever and a day.


The years and all their seasons came and went
And a million lonely tears were cried and spent
Upon her grave where everyday he kneeled and prayed
And dreamed of her until his dying day.  


The epigram has long since faded on the ivory stone   
That still stands alone   upon her grave
Where from the million tears of love he gave
A seemingly impossible - blue, blue rose has grown.

 Written:  June 18, 2010

Note:  To late for the contest,
but I thought I would post it anyway. 

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Tattered Jeans and Old T-shirts

That day by the lake,
tattered jeans and old t-shirts,
my hand in your back pocket as we walked,
your thumb
hooked over the top of my waistband.
It was hot,
...damned hot.

You tilted your hat at a silly angle and laughed,
I looked over and thought
...damned hot'

Smiles exchanged and then a kiss,
I think I melted inside.
We took turns walking backwards
holding both hands
drinking in the sight of each other.

Of course we fell,
you to the floor
and me...
completely in love.

Making a frame with my hands,
a captured moment,
'smile for the camera'
and what a smile it was.

Sitting together in the long grass,
both our hats at silly angles,
you made a frame in front of us,
as I kissed your cheek,
and captured a memory.

Images stored safely in my jeans pocket,
not the one with the hole,
that day by the lake...
it was perfect.

Only now I realise
one camera never worked.
The image of you, still vibrant
as that day,
but the one of us
you made with your hands
faded to barely a whisper.

That day by the lake
we both fell...
but only one fell in love. 

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Taunting the Dragon

My head against the doorframe, I love to watch him work
Almost jealous of his devotion, the motion of his hands
I am surprised at the green-eyed dragon, that lurks within my mind, 
as he rubs the pungent oil, into muscles of the pine.

With rolled up sleeves, a sweaty brow, and rough, sandpaper hands.
he hones a smile, along the aisle of every strand of wood
With even strokes, a time-worn cloak is peeled back and removed,
where the onion skin of years and wear
are entombed beneath the grain

He groans with satisfaction, (this  Frankenstein, of mine),
while something someone, once tossed away, 
is brought to life, back from the dead

Shimmering sheen of patina gleams, while the morning light slides in,
and preens through the window, simmering bright, and shines just like his eyes
I think I've seen a swirl of smoke in air, that circles in the air
as the warmth of the wood has sizzled hot, and the crest of the sun gets high

No awareness of the passion, engrained upon his face, 
He sees me not, .... my jealous want,.......I need his warm embrace

My need aroused by greed and want,  ignored by linseed's taunt
I watch his arms move back and forth, a dance of his gyration,
while my hips keep rhythm and swivel too, to his radio's oldie station

There are swarming nests of sawdust , cart-wheeling in the air,
a strand of hair, falls out of place.......and I cannot tear my eyes from here 
The sensuality, taunting simple eyes have begged to stay 

I stare and marvel, for awhile
A shiver up my spine, let the man I face,
                           to release my trancelike state of mind,
                                          and let my fingers trace


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A letter to my man

It might take a while to tell you my thoughts,
It might take a while to show you what I've got,
Sometimes its sad sometimes its not,
sometimes am happy cause you're all I've got.

Am a beautiful girl covered in an ugly shell,
Its a long story but let me tell you how it went.

I once loved a man who was out of my league,
I thought he would be my king and i his queen,
We dated for weeks and i love him more
As time went by he wanted much more.

He got what he wanted and he told the world,
Facebook,twitter and all the social clubs,
I cried for days, i cried for long,
I shut myself from that ugly world.

So give me sometime my dear,
To get over this fear,
To heal the wounds in my heart,
To open up my heart that was shut.

Be patient with me all the way,
Cause i'll be thinking of you everyday,
Take care of my heart don't throw it away,
Its an ugly path please be with me everyday.

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Guardian Angels

Goodnight my dear boy and what's that you say?
You want me to chase the bad monsters away?
Well, I'll tell you a tale that may just be true
And if it's made up, it is done just for you...

I know you're afraid of the dark and the gloom
When you lie wide awake all alone in your room
'Scardy cats prowl and their tattle-tales pester
Goose bumps may prickle and worry-warts fester

Shadow-ghosts creep up and crawl to your cover
You roll on your side but then you discover
The thump in your pillowcase whispers too loud
So here's what I've done and I know you'll be proud...

I've met with the monster man under your bed
He thinks you will find he is not much to dread
He just needs a friend and to know that you care
So if you reach down he'll shake hands from his lair

I've found where that boogie man hides in the wall
He's cramped and alone and he waits for your call
He believes you're convinced he is ugly and mean
And hold him to blame when you have a bad dream

Your monster man's fierce and has razor-sharp teeth
But he understands things that may stir underneath
Your boogie man knows what you don't want to find
And what's around corners and hidden behind...

They'd like to come out and tell you a story
(Perhaps something scary but nothing too gory)
Sit up and talk with them late into night
Come morning they'll gladly slip back out of sight

But at night they'll grow strong to protect like they should
To face down your fear and show evil what's good
Stand watch while you sleep, they will stay by their mark
If you wake you might catch their eyes glow in the dark...

It's then as you grow you may find you walk bolder
With two fearsome friends striding close by your shoulders
They'll go anyplace as a general rule
(But maybe you'd better not bring them to school)

If witches and dragons can streak through the sky
Then monsters and boogie men surely must fly!
At the edge of your sleep (when you just start to doze)
Whisper the password and wiggle your toes...

And they'll sweep you away to soar like a dove
Over the rooftops to heavens above!
Up into orbit to your own private place
High on a mountaintop floating in space

Sit back and relax with a satisfied grin
Laughing and singing as you watch the earth spin
Hum along while your boogie man growls a brave tune
Count stars while your monster man howls at the moon...

*For Daniel Lee Collins Ryerson

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Faraway Dream

Thorns tearing as a soul cries out 
For a magic star to appear in the Heavens
Lost in the silver of the moon face 
alone inside a chandelier 
star lighting crystals a rainbow of love
In each teardrop one star falls
Within thoughts dust a trail 
falling water sparkling over jewels glistening 
in each and every wish granted
Shimmering silver treasure 
falling in love you are so beautiful 
sweetly beyond this world and the next 
Twinkling behind dazzling sparkles
jewels of everlasting happiness
bliss will be the joy it brings 
in never ending beauty sings 
Each a warm fluttering inside wings
blushing ruby red lips kissing desire 
deeply turning keys passion hotly breathes
Warm with a fire burning bright
flames openly embracing you love
softly and tenderly sighs sweetly
Touching this dream a gentle warm glow
holding the heart open 
to one stunning beauty of a queen

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Birth, in a Quiet Room

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

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

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

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The Rose

Once bloomed a rose so young and fair
With dark brown eyes and long black hair

Beside her be a tall dark tree
Whose branches stretch to smother thee

Too close beside the shadowy bark
That soon begins to leave its mark

She cries for help, but none shall hear
Her thorns too sharp, who’d dare go near?

To save this rose, who’d risk their life?
With naught to gain but pain and strife

Alone, afraid, she lays to rest
Her heart beats low inside her chest

And with the hour growing near
She sheds her final grieving tear

And so the rose soon falls asunder
Her final day, eternal slumber

She lies beside the old dark tree
The only one who mourns for thee

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The Fire Rages On...

the fire rages on….

smoke hot and murky 
(like sodden dank  old whiskey)
burns the backs of her brooding eye lids
as she watches fires power frolic 
like a mesmerizing ghost
                  it consumes with licking fingers
the aromatic lavender and the intricate lilies
destroying so slowly 
                the dark hard leather
                           and delicate white lace
(it could be gone in an instant)

the quiet like a devastation spills into her
like bodies of the long passed
                                       (already ascended)
eyes like cheap gin
on a Saturday night
begging to be borrowed
in someone else’s head

forms of faces out of tune like an old scratched record
replaying into a wiped out ancient black sky
breeding dismay between what should be kissed lips

burrowing into flames she sketches with her ruby red
and shadowed pink mouth
(had it always been this way?)
she….with fragile fingers
                                    twining and untwining
(with temptation of a rose thorn)
      unhealed with lacerations 

does she own the capacity 
                                      on her own 
  to block the fierceness of the sun?

beneath the stale sirens
(pounding out a raucous rhythm
                                    on her heart) 
of a raw and frantic flutter
she hears the wild piercing
of wings beating in futility
        against harsh walls
rat tat tatting….rat tat tatting….
battering and scattering 
                                  trapped inside a cage

“fly free….just fly free!” 

she pleads to the lady she visits every  Friday
                 “why the hesitation?”
as she whimpers from the wounds
                  old and dead and long buried
in the ground beneath a willow

and still the fire rages and rampages
                                          steals the flower petals 
while ripping through the forest 
as she trips on tender heels of the never fast enough

smoke still burns the backs of her brooding eyelids….

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Recent events in my life have made me think about love
 and saying the words ‘I love you.’
My father was recently diagnosed with terminal cancer
Every time I see him and mum I say how much I love them both
  - one day soon I will never be able to say those words to them again.

The words ‘I love you.’ We use them with our partners in a romantic way, 
maybe we don’t say it often enough and just take it for granted that they 
know we love them.
I say ‘I love you’ to my son – maternal love – to me it is simply the best feeling 
in the world 
Close family – we love them but in a different way to that of our partners 
and children.

Darren Watson’s unexpected recent illness has made me appreciate how 
lucky I am to have wonderful friends and I just want to let people know 
how very special they are to me.

You may have noticed that I always sign off my comments
 with ‘Hugs Jan xx’ – two expressions of love
 and we all need a hug and a kiss from time to time.

Jan Allison
22nd August 2014

I have reformatted the poem a bit so you can see my words in full

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My Favorite Devonshire

Myself All that I am I could dye my hair to please you Yet I won't A little mascara might Make me attractive Although the value of my gift Cannot be measured in wrappings I will not sing For you But create a harmony and hope for consonance And I will dance With you To the melody of our song Accept All that I am I could paint you as my knight in armor But fantasies vanish with sunrise We could play together Yet games must end And the unity of the game Will dissolve Leaving you And me All that we are And acceptance of each Written by Carolyn Devonshire
Carolyn Devonshire-Who is she? A great author,a widower who loved her husband so much,and a daughter who loved her father just as much.She is one of my closests friends,can easily be called family...and so lucky I am to have met her.Carolyn was one of the first soupers who always left me a comment of encouragement when i first started writing here.Our friendship grew stronger through time and so our love for poetry. Why do i love this poem so much? This poem from Carolyn's first book 'Visions of Devonshire'definitely speaks to my soul. The value of who we are,isn't about how we appear to be,it isn't about making ourselves perfect,nicer,It isn't about changing our identity..Its about being who we really are. Carolyn's gift cannot be measured in wrappings'..Its her inner beauty which makes her shine.Her friendship ,love and loyalty to others is what makes her so special. Its not all about the outer beauty of oneself,but what is on our inside which really makes us who we are. The knight in shining armor,the Fantasy,the dream might vanish with sunrise, the game will end too,leaving all that was in yesterday behind,but finding who we are once again,and accepting each other for who we were and always will be. Thankyou Carolyn for this poem, Your gift lies within you.. It cannot be measured in wrappings..So true! and the biggest thankyou is sent your way today for just being you.. Dear Gwendolyn..thanks for the brilliant idea.... Big hugs... Charma

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Autumn Love

Have written a number of love poems never one with so much meaning As I near the end of my seventy-nineth year My love is more melancholy leaning Been lovestruck for quite a number of years But now with my advancing age Our union is even more precious than ever Our love has turned a new page Tinged with a kind of quiet contentment Like a favourite easy chair Just to feel the presence of your soul mate And the love the two of you share No other feeling can even come close It defies conventional description It's the culmination of a lifetime of love In the purest form, no restrictions Why is it we only discover real love When the leaves on the trees start to fall We spend a lifetime in search of that moment When it was right beside us after all © Jack Ellison 2014

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A Letter Sent

I am writing to you because I know you have a wish.
I have been thinking diligently about your wish. It is not
going to be easy but I think it can be done. First I am going
to break down your overall wish into many smaller wishes.

I want you to get that electric car you always wanted. That huge
backyard protected from unwanted visitors. I know you have a love 
for you remember when you told me - You should never eat 
anything that once had a heart. I miss all those organic vegetables, 
fruits, growing foods you use to treat me to.

I want you to be able to see the stars at night not hidden by the 
crud in the air. Enjoy a sunset free of gaseous neon colors. Rid
the world of killing machines. Did you know there are weapons now
can kill hundreds in a few minutes, I know it would break your heart
to watch.

Than I want you to fill your lungs in the cleanest of air plumped up 
with an abundance of oxygen. Drink from the  oceans, lakes, rivers,
 bays fresh thirst quenching water. Can you imagine all water life 
free of cancerous tumors, fishies free of disease but I am off on
a tangent. I want you to play in the rain without fear. Have you
heard of acid rain?

I want you to get each and every single wish that I mention.
Delivered to you by the most gentle of breezes. In the frozen
fingers of the icebergs. Some in the whirlwind motion of the 
smallest of tornadoes. Others through the hairline cracks of
the best behaved of all earthquakes. 

 I love you with all my heart. I know so many have changed 
without remorse. They are so busy looking for the pot of 
gold at the end of the rainbow they no longer notice the rainbow.
So many wishes you yearn. 

I wish for you mother, at the very least your children would
stop raping you, sodomising you. Mother Earth we your children,
us the humans live here by your grace...well my wish for you
mother is that your children would stop all the denial, all the
arguments, the rationalizations...we have all the excuses for
what we do to you. I wish what you wish mother. I wish your
children would show you the respect you deserve. Just that
no more, no less.

Love, Always

Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Contest Name: My Wish For You 

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Rhythms Of The Heart

We try our best to maintain good rhythm But at times life gets in the way The every day challenges of modern living The demands we face each day The greatest reward we receive in the end Is happiness and true contentment At peace with the world and all things pure Not harbouring any resentment The ultimate aspiration of every human Is a journey free from hassle Filled with many accomplishments Where your home is really your castle Rhythm is an extremely important part Of contentment and a happy life Good rhythm lends us a sense of well being A journey free from strife © Jack Ellison 2014

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Love on Her Arms

I see who you are
Behind the clothes and smile.
I want to help because I care,
But that’s just not your style.

Alone you roam the streets,
Independent and strong.
But you’re stuck beneath the sheets,
As another man comes along.

I wish I could make a difference
But you refuse and move along
All you see is imperfection,
And believe you don’t belong.

Your beauty knows no end
And your heart has no bounds
So many messages I wish I could send,
But you’re stuck beneath the clouds.

I look forward to seeing you again,
Even if you don’t care.
You’re on your own again
And all I can do is stare.

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14 JUN 1864

June 14, 1864

Dear Miss Holly Winegardner,

By the time you receive this letter, we will have long left our positions here in northern Mississippi, having billeted in this forest for only a few hours. A few days ago, we were engaged with the Union Army under General Samuel Sturgis in a place called Brice’s Cross Roads.

I only have a few minutes to write this letter and post it, so I will, with apologies, be brief and not describe the fight. I carry your letters with me everywhere we travel and read them often, particularly where you talked about our walk in the winter wood of your father’s farm, and your wish to see me again. My heart flagged at the sound of that wish, for I harbored such a wish also.

In your last letter you spoke of that wish, and how it has become a constant in your mind and your heart. It is my most earnest prayer that your wish will come to you in full light of day, and that we will never be separated again. Hold on Miss Holly, I will outlast this horrid conflict and see you again, and you will see me getting from a train in Columbus or riding PureBoy on the Newark Road to your father’s farm.

Yes, it is clear in my mind also and, I agree with your assessment, that it seemed “time stood still.” Do you remember that as we walked along the Licking River, it sang to us in River tongue - of travels it had made and its mood to move. But for us, time did stand still slipping us quietly between its ticks and hiding us in a cul-de-sac of some moment-less moment.

There, huddled together, our hearts beheld one another - as we really are - without the ruse or cosmet of human cloth. Were Bliss a place, we visited it then - a pot-bellied space, heavenly and wide, warm, safe and uncompromising. How long we lingered there is impossible to know, for nothing moved in Bliss, save our hearts - two hearts that could not become one, for one, they have always been.

Was this the way you felt? I dare not say more of it, because words, it seems, diminishes its realness in some unexplainable way. You must know that it was there that I came to realize that I love you fondly, Miss Holly.

I must hurriedly close now. like the Licking River, the General is in a mood to move, always wanting to, “git thar firstest with the mostest.” Remember Miss Holly, hold on; hold on; hold on; your wish is near at hand.

Until we speak again, I remain,

Sincerely Yours,
Captain Jas W. Johnson
8th Tennessee Cavalry,
Company E, Commanding, CSA.

My Wish For You Member Contest
Written 2009; Judged:  1/1/2015
Sponsored by: Isaiah Zerbst, Poetry Soup
First Place: James W. Johnson

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I See You Looking at Me- Collab with DM

I see you looking at me
There is an old pang in my chest
there where your hands used to caress
where your lips loved to roam
there where you called your home
There is an old flutter now
What is that in your eyes?
Is it real or just a disguise?
I see you looking at me
That way….


No, it can’t be
And in that instant your memory consumes me
   A roaring fire lighting the room
   Shadows dancing on the walls 
   We are drunk on desire
    .....breathing you
    .....holding you
    .....caressing your breasts
    .....kissing your body
    .....tasting your love upon my tongue

Unbelievable . . . panic seizes me
Don’t look at her -- flee
But in that moment my shattered heart
Leaps with joy 
I see your eyes 
    ....and I feel the earth
    ....moan with delight


I wish the world would go away
How can this be?
It must be a dream...
I turn away from your stare
Look down at my shaking hands
I'm breathless...overwhelmed
I need to think....
Why now? Why here?
Out of nowhere…you appear
Oh, but....I want you
I sneak another peak
As my mind brings to my eyes the memories
It seems just yesterday
you looked at me that way
    ....when you undressed me
    ....when you caressed me
    ....when you made me understand
how a body can speak
the language of love
Never before
Never since....
has my body spoken
with the same eloquence
That language I first learned with you
I want you
But....the pain won't go away
you were too proud to say,
"I'm sorry"
Oh....but my lips are getting moist
hungering for your kiss
I look your way
My heart will give me away
Thundering in joy
It won’t be still!
    .....Let me think
    .....Let me THINK!
Oh...Oh...but....I want you
Here you are….
You’ve made it over to me
Here you stand
Looking down at me…
Reaching for me….


Taking you into my arms – lifting 
Your eyes -- dark pools of honey
Your lips – full . . . moist . . . inviting 
Our bodies embrace – I am home
My prayers for another chance – answered by your kiss
Our words tumble over each other
Tears, laughter, kisses . . . relief
My beautiful darling – I’ve missed you
   ....Your smile
   ....your touch
   ....the way you look at me
Making love until the dawn
Our bodies intertwined 
My head resting upon your breasts
Listing to the rhythm of your heart – my heart
How beautiful you are my darling – 
Your love is fragrant and radiant
Filling my heart with light  . . . 
Look – I am glowing from within . . . 
But…wait…what’s this?
I feel a stiffness creeping into your body
WHAT –  fear seizes me – I can’t breath
My darling – abandon the hurt, the pain I have caused . .
I am on my knees begging 
   your forgiveness
   your love
How can I prove my love – 
   earn your trust?
I won’t leave – never again!
I love you
need you
you . . . 

What if you hurt me again?
This time....I won't recover
This time….I won’t survive
It has taken so long
for this heart to mend
Down on your knees
Your eyes plead
I see the tears gather
Can I risk it?
Can I?
But then again
Can I risk going back to the emptiness
that you left behind
A life without you
was only days and nights
of longing...for you
My fingers reach
For those unruly strands of hair
You turn your face into my palm
Planting a kiss
Your arms go around my waist
as you rest your head against my body
We're lost to the world
Our moment
Our truth
You're finally home
I bend down to whisper
"Stand up and walk me home
There is a language….
I want to hear your speak to me.”


And that night
In our hungry bed
The eloquence of our shared language
The body syllables of desire
The sound units of passion
The language of our love
Was heard by the world


The story of a chance encounter between two old lovers
~~~~~~~~~Love lost and love found~~~~~~~~~~
A Collaboration by David Meade and Eileen Manassian

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Raspberry Wine

Musty antiquity 
Spice inside
a cauldron 
of ripe reason. 
Five months 
brewing boiling 
now the suave coolness,
animals don’t know
how to simmer their lovebroth
like this.

Only the Titan breath, what they desired remained. 

The world was dark, centralised 
the centre imposed
upon her perfect
his horned chest 
woolen jumper swollen with clues
breasts rising like meringues in a brick oven 
on her lips hung her whole life 
he extracted from her lips 
what he knew she was 
dying to give.

Ambience, randomosity, the
haze of a lantern
stage-lit movement in dust
eyes swivelled, bottles made
their pleas to be known
wise ancestral spirits

The gallery browsed.

Time stuck
between the molars. 

Abandoned corner;
hazelnut liquer, pomegranate
blood and something else.
They sat on the ground 

with this raspberry wine 
and sipped each other 
profoundly, irrevocably. 
She, mineral rich
rivulets of stone-clean water, 
soft aquamarine. He, present
like limestone
crumbling to a silent past,
frictitious, only lovers perch
on the cracked mantle 
of reality like this,
only they hear the moment's plea 
for recognition.

Copyright. 2009.

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For You My Brothers And Sisters With Love

love is vital if you find it fight for it we give up too quickly on our partners we need to be in touch with our hearts not our minds would you fault a rose because it has thorns? their perfectly weaved petals alone forgives the little blood they might draw cherish one on one love it is the serum that sustains us as important as water it is the meals give us sustenance it is easy to quit on someone easy to snort the drug infatuation new union comes with a substantial boost of adrenalin but what goes up must come down. that is the frustration of drugs the high is fleeting true love does not happen by accident it is a conscious commitment nurture your love never leave your garden unattended don’t wait until you lose it to see the writing on the wall love on its own contains our purpose our joy our success our fulfillment if you have found it grab on and never let go it just may be the last rose in the garden

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(1) I defy all the obstacticle's (Believing in Prayer's)

I thought I couldn't make it, I thought, there's no-need in trying to fake it. I thought I
couldn't make it, couldn't even if I tried. One thing I had going for me was the strength
of prayer, the desire too try and shake it. The enemy use to laught at me, probably threw
party after partie's, had me the object of an pitifull degree. But like I said earlier, prayer's
are the commodity that give's giddy preference when one has given-up, still defying all the
obstacle's, treating life with stupidity. Many if not all people, do and will fall, fall-down the
ladder of life, the censentsus of marriages(why problems occur) and with no answer coming
in a timely fashion, and if one or all began to doubt the sainthood of the prosturity of trust 
and surity. I thought I couldn't defy all the obstacle's, my selfishness lead to a private war,
predicated to a underscribable spell, and as I sank deeper and deeper(lump un throat) one
day with gun in hand, suicide became a source of a beginning instead of an ending (so I tho-
ught). My hand was trembling fuseily, to kill, steal your joy of life, the enemy must have been
smiling that dreadfull day, the day I thought to end it all. Tear's running down my face-out of
nowhere, a disturbing noise of siren's outside startle me, I later learn they were there for me.
Someone care enought to call when I didn't answer the phone, I had mention earlier--when
life had seem empty and blue, "that I no longer desire to live". So they prayed-and then the
authoritie's was call, arriving just at the nick of time. How could I allow things to get so bad.
It was so sad(so I thought) many times the God of yesterday, today, and tomorrow, he didn't
hear me, nor did I thought of love and peace for my sorrow.
"I defy all the obstacle's", the enemy tried to stored in my head. Now I know the reason for 
life is the oddity of hate and the present of fate. That prayer's are the life-line that show's
him where is your faith, that you can carry to him, all the hardship one if not all shall face.
"The author of creation teaches love eternally is the essence that signified all that's difficult
when facing that (monster) always remember."  "I defy all the obstacle's" :

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Evacuation and Loss

The night shone for the full moon,
Sky brewing a coarse monsoon,
Bolted were windows, locked were doors,
The frequency of death frighteningly soared.
But who was this infant high upon the hill?
He denied the storm and just stood stone still,
Eyes shut like blinds and fingers dug into ground,
Felt he could move no muscle, for was sadly street bound.
Shutting his eyes, arms wrapped tight round
His skinny body, battered and browned
Praying for the sake of friends, family and all
However imaginary, he imagined them call
 “Boy, come to us we love you most”
“Our love for you is bigger than the Canadian coast”
“Do not cry, remember our love”
Joining their gaze in the beyond above,
He softly mumbled a song to forget,
The once daily song that was always a duet,
Alone on that hill without any feel,
Of an afterlife he finally accepted, wasn’t real
Tears met the floor, now bathed in yellow light,
As lightning struck him too quick to fright,
Child lay on the floor, dismembered and black,
Though his mouth was smiling and his happiness had come back,
As re-joined with family, head held high, 
He waved his tortured existence goodbye.
Hugging his mum and his dad the same,
Somehow put an end to the incessant rain,
The natives emerged from their homes, safe and sound,
The boy crying for happiness at the new life he had found.
Soul peering at his body, dead at age eleven,
Holding family’s hands they could finally pass on and join heaven. 
The touch of their skin brought old emotion,
 Parents who were torn betwixt war and devotion,
A child whom they gave their best shot,
By train to board and bomb to not.
The grave of the boy with the electric crown,
Who carried a burden he couldn’t live down,
Stood proud in the yard of cobbles and stones,
For everyone knew those were a heroes bones,
When you look into the sky on a stormy night,
Remind yourself of the boy’s plight.
As he is the clouds that damper weather,
Out to protect his town, children altogether,
He wanted a life for them around,
That didn’t consist of being mentally wound,
A life that he could never possess,
But he did not bathe in spiralling depress.
Life is sacred, upon that hill,
Those cobbles and stones bring great goodwill,
For the sun only shines on that grassy land,
Still holding marks of the boy’s humble hand,
Some say that the yearly rain,
Is him up above, the tears of a chain.
The chain of the tears shed on that night,
Of the fear and happiness’ conventional recite,
Up above, being tucked under the covers,
Is a little boy with an injury he recovers,
Mother kisses his head and says her goodnight,
Father over bed, comforting a nightmare fright.
Drifting off, the boy could hear,
A little rhyme to calm his fear,
“Boy, come to us we love you most”
“Our love for you is bigger than the Canadian coast”
“Do not cry remember our love-“
The young man rose slowly in his bed,
Opened his eyes and smiled as he said
“I’m here”

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Love Never Ends

I wept upon the news deployed
For now within, exists a void
My heart has stopped, it’s turned about
For life with love is now without
Now cast away, the physical form
I await the fate, to be reborn

To one day greet you there, again
The Gates of Heaven then let us in
Hand in hand, we move ahead
As souls permit, though bodies’ dead
A smile to you I then will give
For past our deaths, I know we’ll live

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there are so many things
i want to tell you
i'm sorry for saying i'm sorry with teary eyes
and raged breath
i want you to know that i regret
walking away, i bet
you are much more happy now
and if you'd let me write
a poetry of you and me
you will only see blanks
that only both of us
can fathom

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We were made for us

Before I met you,
my heart already knew you.

But the moment our eyes met,
I knew right then
we were born for each other,
and that everyday with you,
makes another piece of my dream come true.

 So I'm no longer breathing to live,
 but living to breathe.

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27 FEB 1861

February 27, 1861

My Dear Miss Holly Winegardner,

   After saying goodbye to you, Johnny Birdeye and I traveled from Columbus to Nashville by train, then west to Memphis arriving home two days ago. Johnny’s family was glad to have him back and were grateful to me for going to Ohio to fetch him for them. You and I did not talk about young Johnny while I was there in Newark so perhaps I should tell you how I came to journey so far north and to eventually meet you.

   As I mentioned in our passing conversations, I live on our family farm on Crawley’s Ridge in Arkansas. It is located some fifty miles west of Memphis on a ridge overlooking the Mississippi River basin. Our farm belonged to Mr. Raymond Bennett Dobbins, my mother’s second husband, until his death eight years ago. It amounts to about five hundred acres now, including the acreage of my father's farm, of mostly rolling, hilly land - a great deal of it wooded and untamed, but filled with a variety of lakes and natural springs. That which is arable provides deep rooting for generous orchards and vineyards. We farm some and graze some but mostly fruit out the land as much as possible.

   Every year, we load some ten wagons with fruits, vegetables and nuts, and travel to Memphis several times for money crops during the harvest season. There is never enough to sell and we are constantly clearing land for more orchard space. We raise a variety of apples, plums, peaches, cherries, pears, apricots and persimmon. Our pecans are widely known, and sought after even in an area with an abundance of such nuts. We have several vineyards of grapes for jams, jellies, and wines. Even wild muscadine grapes are in abundance. We also have a wonderful stable of horses and, as you know, this is my passion.

   As I told your father while in Ohio, my mother married Mr. Dobbins, after my father’s death, on the condition that there be no slaves kept by him. At the time, he owned some fifty slaves and willingly freed them so that Mother would accept his proposal. Most of them moved away to Memphis and some further west but a few remained on our place, and worked along side the rest of the family. I will tell you sometime of John, our blacksmith, and Ethel, his wife, of Alice, who works in our home with my mother. Of young Tobacco Dobbins, my friend as a child, who now lives in California, having taken muscadine grapes there to grow. He has become quite a legend there and we are all proud of him.

   Johnny Birdeye’s family lives in the basin at the eastern foot of Crawley’s Ridge bordering our property. Their spread is vast covering thousands of acres of timber and at least a thousand acres of cotton farming. Johnny is younger than me by a few years, and in some ways not very mature for his age. Perhaps it is due to his upbringing in a rich family; perhaps it is just the way he is.

   A year ago, he left home with a gypsy girl, and it has taken the family this long to locate him and to dispatch me to Ohio to bring him home. I think he grew up some in this year, and realized that not everything in life is as it seems - meaning the girl was already married and leading him on. Perhaps I have said too much even now.

   Miss Holly, it is a trying time in which we live. Since Lincoln’s election, so much has transpired. South Carolina’s secession followed by so many other southern states is unbelievable. If Lincoln is inaugurated in March, there will likely be a fight. There is talk that my own beloved state will resign the Union in the spring.

   More chilling is the cold aspect of war. Many of my friends are arranging to travel to Little Rock or Fort Smith in case such a terrible turn brings us to incivility.

   The Birdeye family has a friend in Memphis whose name is Bedford Forrest. He is a plantation owner and slave trader, but says that he will build a fighting unit, if war breaks out. Mr Birdeye has offered to introduce me to Mr. Forrest, and I have considered it. Given my attention to horse flesh and Mr. Forrest’s expectation that he will raise a cavalry brigade, I am leaning toward such a prospect.

   Please understand that I want no part of war - it is a horrid thing to take a life. But, if we are invaded, as I told your father I will be compelled to defend our home.

   This is not the letter I sought to write to you, Miss Holly. I wanted to tell you about my time with you and how I felt since I saw you last. I wanted to tell you about my home, for I wondered how you would like it here. Though warmer, it is somewhat like your rolling hills in Ohio. Perhaps you will consider visiting us some time; my mother would love to meet you.

Yours most sincerely,

Jas. W. Johnson,
-late of Ohio,
-now on Crawley’s Ridge near Cherry Valley,
-and west of Memphis.

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On my journey,
through this thing,
that we call our life,
I have taken so much for granted,
choosing wrong over right.

I have hurt so many people,
with the choices that I made,
not realizing,
the sacrifice,
they gave.

Then a voice whispered,
in my ear so tenderly,
you are my child,
take my hand,
I offer eternity.

With open eyes,
that once were blind,
and a heart,
so full of love,
I was saved, in the nick of time.

Sin is all around us,
and our Free Will,
shall be untouched,
but God offers forgiveness,
because He loves us that much.

Now my journey,
is headed somewhere,
I'm not spinning in my tracks,
God fixed my broken engine,
I will never go back.

Forward, and upward,
His word is leading me,
as I share,
what He gave,
words for all to see.

Thank You Dear Jesus,
I speak these words so true,
for the cross that You died on,
freed my soul,
so one day, I'd be with You.

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Here, the Leaves Engulfed themselves 
in Glorious Golden Symphonies 

Here, the Trickling and Tepid waters
Silked over Smooth Stones

Here, is where we Lay for Hours,
Together under oaks shadow

Here, you enjoyed brief Slumber as
I Ran my fingers through your Hair.

and it is

here, I keep you Sacred, as I lie 
Alone within the Shade.

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My Dear Charmaine Chircop

Charmaine means love
Charmaine means happiness
Charmaine means tenderness
Charmaine means sweetness

Charmaine means softness
Charmaine means joyfulnes
Charmaine means gentleness
Charmaine means angel like

Charmaine means purity
Charmaine means truthfulness
Charmaine means angelic
Charmaine means kindness

Charmaine means sensitive
Charmaine means warmth
Charmaine means passionate
Charmaine means delicate

Charmaine means elegant
Charmaine means graceful
Charmaine means fragile
Charmaine means rare

Charmaine means exquisite
Charmaine means all these things
And more...

© Jack Ellison 2015

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The Phone

The phone rings empty into the night.
Filling a void that brings strange comfort
to thoose around.

Rage eats away untill it bores a hole
straight through are hearts.
Whiskey cauterizes the wound.

Alone with fools we gather.
The bitter ones taking to there barstools.
the weak look to punish thoose happy
Who dare to feel anything in the place of  

She left so many years befor.
At least her mortal soul did.
I rememeber when it was when I still
dared to dream.

Long befor reallity was a friend.
Lovers lie.
Motions keep us living.

She spoke but the words were empty as her heart.
So as strangers we parted just as we met.
With a bitter taste I never did reply.

The phone rang it's last time.
I herd it echo farewell down the hall.

I had to go so I never unlocked the door.
i just left my emotions hanging  like some
forgotten coat pushed back in
the closet.

Its been almost a year since that phone filled
the emptyness of my soul.
If only I had answered.

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When The Bottle Lets You Down

Can I ask a question of you my friend?
   Have you started drinking from the bottle again?
You look so down it’s clear to see.
   What you really need is to be set free.
The answer to your problems they won’t be found.
   Coming from that bottle you just put down.
You don’t bend your elbow you bend your knees
   Trust me just once He’ll hear your pleas.
You’re hurting so, I can feel your pain.
   There’s a way out, and it’s so very plain.
I was where you’re at not long ago.
   But I had someone who wouldn’t let go. 
Now I want to be that someone that you can turn to.
   Help to guide your path and the things you do.
Are you really proud of your life thus far?
   Drowning your sorrows in some dim lit bar.
How many times were you too drunk to care?
   Well I can relate, yeah I’ve been there.
You thought you lost it all, that’s just not true.
   If you trust in Jesus I guarantee you, He’ll lead you through.
We all make excuses for the things we do.
   He’s heard every excuse there is a million times or two.
Quit trying to blame Him, He didn’t put you there.
   You know I’m right, But you just don’t care.
Listen little bud, you’re like a son to me.
   I care for you very much, I just want you to see.
I know I led you wrong for many, many years.
   Now you’re carrying all my demons and most of my fears.
I know you care for me a lot, that’s very plain to see.
   Now turn it over to Our Savior, let Him be the one to set you free.

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Alone in a Hospital Room - An Alzheimer's Song

Don’t you remember, love, how we danced that first night;
beneath the sun’s rays, toes dipping in the cooling sand, 
to the tune of our favorite song –
with me humming the best I could – 
(I sounded terrible, but you told me I sounded divine, remember?)
while falling all over myself, and your delicate feet; 
and you, trying so hard not to laugh as I made such a fool of myself!
Did you ever think we would go 
from being love-sick teenagers dancing on the beach, 
to a couple of old-timers reminiscing 
about our best years – our long ago days together? 

Sweetheart, please…
If there is any part of that teenage girl 
left within that beautiful head of yours…please; 
please, just look in my eyes as you once did…
look at me, sweetheart…
Don’t you remember? 

My love, do you hear? 
They’re playing our favorite song…

*Inspired by Izzy Gumbo's Solfege Contest
I really hope I did this right! :)

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About Me - p.d.

Born a full blown Libra to a scale of blind justice
My hair & eyes are brown as can be
I come from a large family
Don't like to be called a princess 
every now and than you still find me climbing up a tree
My daddy paid for my expo ride
My favorite color comes in green
In my hometown I join the women baseball team.
I still own a lot of Mardi beads
I love boxing in my own back yard
I dislike when people think I am very brainy
I no longer care of the Physics of my stare
Funny to think I once knew that the mass and energy,
is related to the famous equation E=mc (tiny) 2....
c how I love the speed of light, gravity do to motion due
m &o are like the m&m of the mass related to the observation of me
LOL : - )  I still have a bit of physics dumb minded skills
Ask me this tomorrow and I will forget every # of square root
Yikes to geometry I want to c light when it comes to v for my velocity,
changing and walking to a straight direction to my four walls of dimension.
That is me not so nutty but a little crazy
With an IQ, to mix and match & play it out.
I love the challenge when I'm standing on my own high horse
Ask me to many questions you will get a beat around the bush
Who really needs to know the truth about being confused
I love to passion out my color pink.
I alway come across to many eye blinks
Get caught up in puzzles that help me think
Yes I love video games Just got done playing "Halo"
M.K. Liu K. is all I got to say/// me play Guitar Hero? hmm? ;-)
My spirit does not let go of the cartoon phase.
When it comes to favorites, I place my son as # 1
How about my favorite niece, she my only true buddy
My favorite all time poet, not many care for his dark eyes Mr E.A. Poe
Emotions to feel it all, why not let it show.
Do not give me coffee, I will over expose my silly charms.
I love my dog, hate his fleas, I keep him away from the birds and the bees
One thing I can not go with out is to solve a mystery when in doubt
I guess sometimes I can't even figure myself out, 
Why some one would say I can be a role model?
This is just a bit about me, ooh yes I forgot to mention 
I love the slamming world of all kinds of poetry.

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My Cousin's Wedding

My cousin shared her wishes and dreams, On our star gazing night, she whispered them so sweet As a shooting star glided down from the sky, She said, I wish ….. I wish…. all I wish are these tonight Someday, I will marry a smart, rich and handsome guy And have a grandiose banquet on my nuptial rite We’ll be dancing like a lovely prince and princess , With all my wedding sponsors on their best suits and dresses All in pink ,that’s the motif I will surely request. She kept into her dreams as several years passed by, Still searching for her prince charming who’s hard to find Unconsciously going beyond the age to give birth to a child, In a hurry at age of seventy, she took a rich ninety years old guy. The wedding was held after a day or two, The guy seated on his wheelchair with rheumatism on his toe She headed slowly at the alter to accept his shaking hands, Two nurses followed, so with sponsors dressed up in printed brown. The highlight of the wedding rite started at once, They held tightly with a nebulizers on the other hands, But the words of oath, they took time to pronounce False teeth were both misplaced and nowhere to be found. Reception followed grandiosely in the guy’s mansion, I saw many old men and women still eager to dance on the floor, With hunched back, shaking knees, they twisted rock and roll Then, sweet music played and my cousin danced with her groom. But, we all wondered how did he stand alone? He’s so heavy , I knew my cousin couldn’t help him at all, With our great surprise, his nurse was at his side like his crutch Everyone thought , he’s really a smart guy! Was he not? Then, everyone followed them so happily on the spacious hall, And in trio, they held each other so tight and moved like a fool.
Written: Sept. 15, 2012 First Place Contest: My Cousin's Wedding (funny poem) Contest Judged: 9/30/2012 Poet Sponsor: Joann Grisetti

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They were married for sixty-seven years.
Lovely she still was to him,
though wrinkled of face and hair of pure snow.
Entwined hearts forever held sparkle and glow.
Honestly believing, he was the luckiest man alive.

Just thankful to be by her side,
sharing her life and giving her all that he could.
But fate did loom, bringing unmerciful doom....
she died a long time too soon....
leaving a lonely and broken-hearted man.

To his son, he said, "Say it ain’t so, Joe!
Just say it ain’t so!
She can’t be gone.
She’s been with me so long.
What can I do without her?"

As news spread throughout the town,
many a friend came to call.
He tried to maintain, but three months away,
his heart just couldn’t withstand.....he died that day.
Mourned, his daughter to her brother, amid flowing tears:

"Say it ain’t so, Joe!
Please say it ain’t so!"

Contest Sponsored by:  Deborah Guzzi
Won:  5th Place

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His lucent light illumines her eyes
His face outshines the sun
His ethereal beauty unveils the skies
Her vibrant vision swiftly succumbs

Her silenced tongue, his intimate touch
His intangible hands sliding/slithering
Spiraling down with a gentle glide
Her body cold and shivering 

His fiery eyes ignite a flame
Her attention he gains as she stares
Their lips entwine, his blissful rapture
Devours her heart from cares

Encapsulated, she can't escape
He clutches her in his arms
Her safe haven, her wedded love
His pearl preserved from harm

Her beating heart, a decelerate speed
Her aperture devoid of breath
His succulent waters drown her tongue
Compelling her closer to death

Solitary seclusion, her world in diffusion
Subverts her mind, subtracts her understanding
He gains her trust, thrusting utter confusion
Rest assuring her of a safe landing

She drowns herself to ceaseless sleep
In his grasp from detouring distractions
At her beauteous site, he rejoices and weeps
Absorbed in her FATAL ATTRACTION

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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
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 

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~ 


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He played softly on (Les Paul Strings) (The Day That He Returned Home) from the war. (One 
More Mile) to go, then he will be (Kissing and Caressing) her. That was all he thought of on 
his long journey home. He was going to try and win over (The Iceberg Beauty) he saw so 
long ago while (Sitting on the Beach). (Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained) so (He Left Her a 
White Rose). He was hoping the (Dark Maiden) would become (Golden and Gorgeous) once 
again when (In the Meadow We Lay).

(She Entered My Dream)s forever on that day, right after we dove into the water. When (We 
Came Up For Air) (The Flow of My Heart) stopped suddenly. (Have You Ever Sat Still), so still 
breathing stops, the eyes suddenly glaze over and when the (Doves Fly), (The Raven 


(Her Reoccuring Dream) was to become a blond (Beach Beauty) once again for him, as  he 
was always (In Her Dreams). He would cover her with (Sunset Kisses) and the flame of life 
in her would never flicker and die. Alas, (The Mirrors Spoke) of her (In Ageing Decay) as 
she (Sat in Shame No More). Her time was up, those (Three Wishes on The Sandy Beach) 
were not enough. She needed a fourth to be young for evermore. Instead (On Blue Silk She 
Lies), this time her eyes will remain shut (When They Close For Evermore)!

* Narrative derived from one poets work here on the Soup.

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You Fill My Days

You fill my days with happiness With joy I never knew There is no greater love my dear Than the love I feel for you You fill my days with kindness You set my poor heart free I can't begin to tell you How much you mean to me You fill my days with friendship The kind that lasts and lasts The purest kind of friendship What more could one man ask You fill my days with total joy Like when I was just a child The first time I could ride a bicycle The clown that made me smile You fill my days with quiet peace That blows my cares away With simple words of tenderness You brighten up my day But most of all sweet lady You fill my days with spice I'm never bored when you are near My love it's been a slice © Jack Ellison 2014

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Hidden Love

      I am hiding behind the post in your heart.
      Are you looking for me?
      My love for you is like the restless sea,
      Come kiss me again for me heart to be free.

      You are the fresh flowers smiling at me,
      Your heart is bubbling like the laughing sea.
      The sun caressed your face in a thin shower of rain,
      Your succulent lips caused my heart to pain.

      Your love is hidden in your smiles,
      Your innocent face looks like a child.
      Your immortal kisses lights a lamp in my heart,
      In the heat and the cold your love shall never part.

      I am hiding in your heart for your love to grow,
      Your love comes and goes like the wind that blows.
      The rains and the wind called you to me again,
      I heard your heart cry;for me to feel your pains.

      Where are you hiding O my lovely darling?
      Come kiss me again in the bright morning.
      Let your love grow like the waves in the sea,
      For our hearts to rejoice for our souls to be free.
      Your love is hidden in the mirror of your eyes,
      Come kiss me again for your love never to die.   

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African Child

" From the debt of my heart"

The African child
Sat behind the bamboo fence
He was sober and tense
Sputtering and wondering.
He forsook the bush meat
And the gathering under the moonlight
For sobriety and the causes of his uncertainties.
His clothes were like dried leaves
His feet like openings in the eaves
He longed to see a brighter tomorrow
He clarified the causes of his sorrow;
Sins of the father,
Fighting not to make things better
Therefore darkening the weather,
Making his destiny falter and bitter.
Tears exuded from the sound of his flute,
His fears enlarged like a parachute
But one thing he never understood,
Watch and pray, oh! African root
For your foundation is stinky, filthy,
Faulty and guilty...... watch and pray.

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My Soul's Journey

A Spiritual Narrative

Love Is to be, or not to be, you see
The soul’s choice to be , is made freely
Love , the source, of course, of which souls partake 
To be love, from above

You were created to be, not, not to be
Your being is precious, of one piece, will not cease
Please run in this race, keeping the pace
There is one in all, therein is gall

Best of all, there is no fall
One not mature, Oh dear, hath fear
Maturity excluded, love is eluded
Ah, but Love’s grace intervene,  and I shall wean

From mother’s milk, to father’s meat,
Meanwhile, Love’s grace, shall take the heat
With my serpent mind beat, I shall retreat
Into whence I came, I’ll return again

Back into my sacred heart, is from where I start
To re connect, above, with love
 And with my mind seeing, my being
The soul, I have made my goal

My soul recognizes it’s home, no more need to roam
For the mind illusion, was only outer intrusion,
Of a mind of fleshly strife, trying to create a life
Twas only a dilemma, of the mind, in structured time

In the  temporal line, an immortal
Out of it’s portal, become mortal
Without it's connection, of love’s direction
But upon careful inspection, in love’s direction

The narrow way, comes into play
Though few there be that find, for eye of the mind,
Is so very blind, a need of love to be re-align
To a sign, of truth, the mind aloof, will always goof

A soul that has found it’s heart, has found it’s start
So very smart, Love’s booth is it’s cart
Once found from, will never again depart
For I am love, as a dove, spewed within from above

The dove above, is my Father Love,
And I am being of plenty, for I am Love’s entity!!!

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My Deepest Feelings

(Dedicated to those who have found true love for the very first time) Written a ton of poems Many of them silly, many about love Have decades of experience But the love I'm feeling now Surpasses any I have ever experienced before In my whole entire life Free of encumbrances or prejudices Finally able to just let the love flow And where it stops, is where it stops My heart explodes with excitement The thought that after all these many years I have finally found the one That special someone with the heart of an angel The soul of the most precious being I have ever had the exquisite pleasure to know I call her my love, my absolute treasure I'm on top of love's mountain Way up high feeling the fresh waves of love Engulf me with a rapture sublime Writing poetry brings out my deepest feelings Feelings I have never ever felt before Even after all these many years I am still learning how to love © Jack Ellison 2014

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We were young when we first met. I watch her as she stands at the pool. She turns to look at me; she felt my eyes. I'm at the pool; I know Paul’s eyes are on me.  I turn. His smile lights the bright afternoon sky. His eyes draw me to his open arms. Her face is aglow in the drench of  the morning sun. She is like music in the air. She joins me.  Our mouths meet and Paul cradles me in the tenderness of his grip. I touch his face. Lily  touches my lips just touches them. I hold her. She sears my flesh. I love the feel of Paul’s body. I feel safe in his arms. There is no space between us. I feel free in the rapture of eternal bliss. I am still holding Paul.  Our bodies meld together. I crawl out of my skin.  Lily holds me tightly .  We move like the silent flow of clouds. We dance in the moonlight.  My life with Paul is a swim in the ocean. We hold, we hug, we laugh, we talk. I am so in love with Paul. I am blessed. We married in our twenties. Here we are forty five years later.  My heart still skips a beat every time I look at her.  I am so in love with Lily. I am blessed.
Maurice Yvonne September 3 2014

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Heavy Footprints Of Love

the sorrow lies in the reverberation 
of wanting you ….always wanting you…..
it taunts me like a starving wretch
it echoes in the corners of my mind….

your name on my lips and soft on my tongue
red and raw and pulsing with such blatant desire
how could the whole world not feel this fire ?

love is much stronger than rampant lust alone….
(it could break through steel….this love I‘ve known)

it rides in silver wings of angels in the sky
stretching supplication toward the heart of weeping
pleading on pristine white clouds for respite 
as it plunges into the whirlpool of want 
                                              and on tiptoes
it came in….treading so delicately on this tattered heart
rose petal soft …..but completely destructive
battered in the need of needing you….

please….this love is much too powerful to withstand 
wrapped in want that leaves me naked in the rain….
and I want to hide from the stone pelts rising
the punch of gut hurt heat that comes (inevitably)
when its so far away that no cry on wind could catch it
oceans betwixt and blue is an enemy….

where are you my love as I wake in the night….
are you sleeping? do you dream of me? 
I dreamt of you….and I woke up weeping….
empty arms and solemn seconds ticking by in anguish

I want you….just in one kiss to your lips 
though one would never suffice
for I am greedy, my love and it cannot be quenched
with a single kiss….(could one kiss ever last a lifetime)

I am a beggar riding a pegasus
eager and white as muscles ripple against a black sky
her wings soar effortlessly
and I am flying toward you….yet…I never do reach you…
hijacked we were….in time and we are prisoners…

a little like the dream one has of running…
but standing motionless
frustration beseeches me and then consumes me
into a mass of messy “what do I do”

can you feel my need as it tears through me
raging and wanton….completely blatant

each day seems a thousand with your hands not about me
teasing my skin until I cannot breathe but to cry out your name
would it in some way repay you and describe this love….?

I am you… are me… a mirror its your eyes I see….

forgive me if I repeat myself….

the sorrow lies in the reverberation 
of wanting you ….always wanting you…..


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The things as yet to be

Summer sunshine gently fading 
Casting shadows on the lawn
Weeping willow , Branches cascading 
My quiet corner now adorns.
The last rays of sunshine seeming 
To inspire the butterflies to dance
In that moment I am dreaming 
Of true love and romance .

Kisses in the twilight 
Soon the moon will rise 
The romantic air of midnight
Stars shimmering in the skies.
Tender kisses become demanding
As we feel our passion soar
Two lovers understanding 
We can wait no more .

Touches soft and tender
Ignite feelings of desire
Soon we must surrender
To the flames of passions fire.
Kisses that burn with longing 
Hearts beat as if they'll burst
Feelings of warmth and belonging 
Passionate quenching of our thirst.

I know you are out there somewhere
I'm searching desperately for you 
I've spoken of the moments we'll share
and the things that we will do.
My quiet corner of reflection 
Has once more worked for me 
I have felt true loves affection 
and seen the things as yet to be.

For the any poem goes #15 contest
Sponsor . Poet destroyer A

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Four Hours of Eternity - 3

I woke to the sound of sizzling bacon, the aroma of fresh baked Muffins and my Beautiful Lenore in her bright green Teddy. "Nubbies", I said, "what time is it." Lenore said" for You it is 3:30P.M., June 27th, 2013. You are in the O.R. at Dartmouth Hospital. For me it is time to bring YOU to Eternity for a short time."What are You talking about; Baby." I died last night before we had time to go to the Bridal Suite. I do not want You to go through that pain again. Please come with me to the railing on the starboard side of the ship."Below the shuffle board deck?""Nubbies, just
trust me." As we walked outside, I noticed there was no air,no breeze, no sea lapping against the side of the boat, the sun seemed pasted in the sky. Where is Mom and Dad;where's my Ma, Where is everybody? Harry we are frozen in time, for last night and today; never happened for you. I asked the Lord to give us this time together. I was 3 months pregnant when I said "I DO" I want you to see JoAnne Naomi Grow up. Now
 Full Moonlight Stand on the railing with me and when I say 3; Jump. 1, 2, 3. You would think we would plummet into the Caribbean Sea, but we splashed into the Full Moon. The sun was warm,the birds sat on my shoulders, singing a song of Life Forever. The Peace, Serenity and Tranquility was unearthly. I then saw GOD and the Son of Salvation hugged me and in a Mezmerizing Voice said Welcome Home.
                                   To be Continued 
I want to apologize to those of YOU who are punctuationally  bound to Poetry I do not know how to punctuate people talking. I know I'm suppose  to use "" marks Sorry I LOVE YOU ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Liege...Harry

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The Captain and I

With the palms of well-worn leathery hands that in younger days guided a Tall Ship round 
the globe many times with the help of stars that still twinkled in his eyes, the old man made 
a porthole in the frosty forest of swirling ferns that had been painted on the kitchen window 
pane by Jack-Frost during the night.

As I sat on his lap, he told me the creaking sound made by the rockers from the rocking 
chair we sat in on the hardwood floor - if he closed his eyes, could make him believe he was 
back with the wind in his sails, rising and dipping and swaying with the whims of the 
waves ‘ore the sea.

Back- and- forth, back-and-forth, we rocked as the porthole on the window pane grew larger, 
exposing the winter wonder land outside where trees and roads and roof-tops lie frozen 
beneath a layer of fluffy snow that looked like icing on a birthday cake, as the house 
softened and swelled in the warmth of the burning kindling wood that snapped and crackled 
in the stove. 

Rocking  back-and-forth, back-and-forth, I asked him, looking into those eyes of green, with 
that far away look. “Grandpa, won’t you tell me please, what lies beyond the sea?”  He 
paused for a moment, blowing silver halos that rose from his pipe in an aroma of sweet 
smelling ‘Old Sail’ tobacco, and with the magic of his words, he took me on a journey, 
rocking across the sea where he showed me all the places and wondrous things he’d ever 

That was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea, where an old man, taught a 
little girl, that life is but a dream.


                          In memory of: Captain James George the Third - My Grandfather

 2nd place in  'Anything Goes #2 Contest - sponsered by Constance La France 

Author's note:  

This is one entry of many that will appear in my next book ' A Journey of Roses and Thorns'. 
They are true events that have happened in my life - some where roses, some were 
thorns.  I have learned valuable lessons from both.

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A Mothers Last Goodbye

“Good-bye my daughter dear,” she said As tears welled up in her eyes “It’s time for me to go to sleep This must be no surprise The good Lord knows my battles And my health is ailing still He’s given me so many blessings I’ve passed them to you in my will I’m sad to say good-bye For we have shared much joy Remember me to Sarah My grandchild I love and enjoy I love you my daughter These years together have been sweet I’m so glad you love the Lord And again we will meet I’m not afraid of dying ‘Cause I know that in a while Christ will call me from my grave I feel my life has been worthwhile For I taught you to seek your Father To help you through every trial He’ll always be there to guide you With never a denial I leave you in His hands”, she said As she gently kissed her daughter’s hand Her eyes closed very slowly Against cancer she’d lost her stand She’d been a wonderful mother Teacher and true friend Faithful to her Lord And gracious to the end. Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2007-2012

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Bottled Up

Summer of '99

How ironic. There I was, waking to a magnificent kaleidoscopic sky 
and I had no one to share it with. I thought you'd be there but I knew 
that it was too good to have lasted. It was too perfect--
you were too perfect, all the way down to your cheesy pick up
line... "Steamy Summer Love" indeed...

But what is steam anyway? I guess the love that we shared
that summer literally evaporated. All at the heat of the moment.
How cliched. But it sure burned me, now I realize how true it is 
that steam is way much hotter than boiling water. 
Was it all a dream? I tend to think so, but then 
I finger the bracelet around my wrist, 
and realize it was true after all.
 Breath on breath. Skin to skin. Heartbeat to heartbeat.
Soul to soul? I thought so.

I've come back here, to this same spot where we were a year ago,
just for me to let go.
 Literally bottling up everything... 
this write goes in this bottle, as well as some sand here 
and your joke of a bracelet.
I'm tossing this out to sea, because that's where it belongs--
those memories to be swallowed up. 
Passion purged 
by angry waves...

Was it a fantasy? Maybe, but then I hold him close to me
and realize it wasn't. I named him Nicholas, you know.
See, I remembered your name.


Summer of 2008

I've come back to this place to mull over something rotten
 I did a decade ago. And remember-- that gorgeous face, 
those mesmerizing eyes and smile... that amazing spirit. 
And hit myself on why I was such a fool. 

Then I see this bottle, and in it is some sort of letter, 
and what is this? A bracelet? An all too familiar one--
holding it in my palm, I get a chill not brought on by the sea breeze.
Reading the note, I burn up, ashen.
I then weep till my eyes and soul feel like dying.

I have a son.
and her name has escaped my memory. 

** July 18 2010r06262012

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Heart Shaped Stone

How plain it looks in the morning sun, as I hold it to the window light
And palm it fondly once again
It stirs my heart with tenderness, emotions blend with winter's sky
A rock as smooth, as silk, as glass…, this heart shaped stone he gave to me
Along with a kiss that could not last, that brief repast 
         of what would pass                             
                    ... of what could never be…., 
I was late to bloom, a quiet girl, long dark hair, and I blushed with ease
He sat behind me in science class, poked fun, and loved to tease
He would flip my pony tail to and fro, and beg for the answers to a test
Or call me “squirt”…….and to the rest...
   he’d say, “Bug off!”…if someone rude would dare to taunt me
His eyes were dark, and skin was fair, his Lettered jacket had much appeal
A flirt he was,  but much too fast, especially for a girl like me
Considered cool….I was quite out-classed, but I must love was real

He lived far down our country road, his family owned a big ranch home
His Jeep sped daily by our house,  much too fast,...much too fast...
Too much privilege, has a price, know, .... he was the spoiled kind
My parents often said as much...
“Don’t look too hard!” “Don’t be inclined!”  much too fast...much too fast...

Beneath the cool, his smooth talk play,
   was a gentle way he treated me, 
      he had a tender smile for was sincere...I knew it then
        I know it now.....and all the while I believed in him
        Although, he wore a false disguise...a macho side,  for all the guys

One day when I was on my horse, not far from home, 
he drove on by and then, of course 
he stopped to talk, we laughed, he smiled
I tied my mare, he left his Jeep, we took a walk through piles of hay 
So cold, then rain,... came unprepared, he shared his coat, 
and the leather scent would fill the air

Beneath our feet, he saw the rock, a muted-colored  heart shaped stone
He gave me. then, a quiet look, and took my hand…
Into my fist, he put the stone, and on my lips….a  tender kiss

We never spoke of it again….He was cool, ….   you must remember
                                                 that morning cold, in late November...

I heard the news a few years later…it broke my heart, and brought the rain

 He sped too fast, ………….again,……again …..
 The past brings pain .........again, ....again....

Sweet scent of leather, can last forever
Reminding me now, of yesterday
Reminding me now,  of never, never...

                   of the things that can never be....



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I Want to Sing Too

I can’t sing
I mean I can’t sing
I’ll leave the singing to Walt.
But I assume, as he assumes, as you assume, as all assume,
I love like you, love like him, love like the Lord above,
What is there? Singing? Why can’t I sing too?

Every cell and feeling that exudes from me,
Leaves an impression that I’m proud for all to see.
Every smile and gesture makes me a man,
It doesn’t always fit into my plan,
But I think the trepidation is waning,
The insecurity finally is straining.
All this time I’ve wanted to sing,
But it’s always been my failing.

I can’t sing
I mean I can’t sing
No that’s not true.
Something is different.
I no longer assume, I assure.
I don’t wander, I wonder.
I can’t fear, I fight.
I don’t love, I love YOU.

I haven’t sung because of others.
But these others are sisters and brothers.
Sometimes my voice might crack,
The beauty I may lack.
But YOU have opened my mind,
All this time I’ve been behind.
YOU have opened my eyes.
I’ve seen the pretty skies.
YOU have opened my heart,
And I’m ready to start.
YOU have opened my lung,
And I’ll be heard, and sung.

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Let me explain how it all began; retrace with me
the sordid steps back to childhood pain.
Imagine an endless war: fanaticism shackled to atheism,
ongoing castigation, brutal flagellation,
guilt's spike rammed and jammed deep inside me.
A mocking crucified rictus leered above my bed,
peered at me, probed the shadow-dark corners in my head.
One night I tore it from the wall, lovingly replaced it
with the head of a haunting horse.
Its soul-sad eye-pools shone with empathy,
radiated liquid love in my loneliness, kept me company.
I loathed the trembling, timorous wretch I was,
fear-filthy and saddled with sin.
My only outlet and release was equine.
To escape, to feel freedom's blaze, I followed
enticing hoofprints across searing amber sand,
pressed my face into imprints
on the gold burnished strand.

Equus, son of Flequus, son of Nequus,
we galloped out together on tumultuous darkness,
his brawny neck jutting from between my vice-tight thighs,
the bit biting into tender, froth-flecked mouth corners,
his flying mane a white whip slashing my skin, spurring us on.
Rubbing my sweat-soaked self against the ripple of muscle
under silk-sleek flanks; the power plunge of thunder-hooves,
the lunge of sturdy shanks; his bludgeoning body
a white gash in the blackness. Aching-wet and wild
to be inside him, at one with him - a pounding union.

Nefandous nightmare stampeded at the stable door. Love became bestial.
I stroked them in strange, strangled dreams;
hauled them, mounted them, whipped them round
the blood-sticky straw of the stable floor.
Twelve coal-ebon eyes stared into a sinuous, skewed psyche,
accusing my urges, pillorying my perversions;
soul-stark, snaffling the bitter apple of blighted youth.
Those eyes - I had to put them out like snuffing stars.
Sorrowfully I sluiced sticky scarlet warmth from fevered fingers,
wretched with regret. But it had to be done.

I still see them: the six silky-flanked, softly snuffling ones;
spike-blinded, eye sockets oozing quiet crimson,
blood-roses blooming on their harrowed haunches.
You still batter me with questions, trampling
the dark dream-dust of my fantasies, seeking answers.
But I have learned how to sidestep neatly,
how to bury guilt and horror silently and discreetly.

*based on the stage play 'Equus'

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A Walk on the Beach

Morning breaks in cheerful warm brilliance,
pale sapphire sky pristine.
Grey-white gulls glide vociferously above
in search of firma bound fare.
Reflections of Sol’s arms vault from the sea,
smooth but for zephyr stroked folds;
pure, sugar white sand kissed softly
by persistent waves subtle roll.
Soft ghosts of tepid breeze course random,
sensually caressing what be;
long thin-bladed grasses sway lightly
in synchrony and shameless delight.

With bonnet in hand an aged woman strolls 
beside the vast Gulf of blue; 
damp, firm sand squeaks soothingly
against the soles of her tired bare feet.
Her large eyes of brown focus ahead,
bear no witness to her days and shine;
fine flowing hair of luminous white 
draped over shoulders so slight.
A pause, though brief, in quiet reflection,
her gaze upon the distant view
and mind in stoic reminiscence
of past friends and loves and wonder.

His strong arms hold her close tightly,
warmth of body and soul unite,
while gaiety in unbound laughter
disclose love once again renewed.
A tender brush of hand upon cheek
raises fiery passion in both,
as excited young eyes meet in ardor
essence link in eternal embrace.
One warm briny tear born of these thoughts
streams slowly down her cheek,
she slowly walks on as sand squeaks soothingly
against the soles of her tired bare feet.

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Do The Math

On the banks of a river under the nest of a dove
He looked into the eyes of the girl that he loved

She was simply as beautiful as beautiful could be
He was bitter as the salt, which came from the sea

But something about him she could not resist
Perhaps it was the tender way that he kissed

They were truly as happy as two kids could be
Sitting there on bank under the shade of the tree

Sharing all of their dreams and all of their hearts
Not knowing their parents would soon tear them apart

She told him if I can’t have you no man will have me
Those words that she spoke were true as could be

She turned to God and he turned to dope
I guess each of them needed something to cope

She became a Nun a beautiful heavenly flower
He became a convict with a shot callers power

Throughout their lives as the story is told
Each held the other more valuable then gold

Friends to the end regardless of the path
Its all very simple if you just do the math

Written for Elaine's contest

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The Mermaid and the Moon

She climbed the liquid staircase
Just to gaze at gleaming stars;
All she wanted was a wee one
To light up her fair boudoir.

A thousand times she spied them
Flash across the midnight sky;
She strained so high to catch one,
But the mermaid could not fly.

Exhausted with hard striving,
She lay back against the sea,
Rocking on the waves, gently, 
As she rested peacefully.

The moon, climbing his set arc,
Saw her glist'ning on the foam;
At first sight so madly loved 
Her, longing to take her home.

To lightly comb her flowing
Hair, he sent a small moonbeam,
Who tangled in her tresses
And woke her from her dream.

With a flash, her glitt'ring tail
Slapped the water and she fled,
Sliding down in the ocean,
Hiding in her pearl lined bed.

The moon, absent one moonbeam,
Wanders heaven, round and round,
Surveying seas and oceans,
Praying his mermaid is found.

Sometimes in the deep, dark pool
He sees a shining light start
Beneath the frothing billows,
And he clutches for his heart.

Forever in his orbit...
She, forever in the waves,
Her hair with his beam glowing,
All of love he ever gave.

May 31, 2014

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Jess and Mike

"Each experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key..."

There was a time when Jess was young, that we thought we were going to lose him.
It all started with recurring headaches he would have.  These headaches became more frequent and intense over a few months.  Next, tremors on one side joined the headaches.
Countless trips to the Doctor and days of having to leave work to go to his side at school to help him through the episodes.  I blew a gasket.  I demanded a CAT scan.  I think that the only reason that the Doctor agreed, was to shut me up.  But I knew in my gut, that these were not migraines as diagnosed.
The day of the CAT scan came.  I sat in an area that allowed me to see my son and hear the technicians.  At first, the techs were very chatty among themselves.  Then, stark silence.  As if a tomb door had been shut.  Then the words that still haunt me were said..."Oh shit"  on of the technicians whispered.   I closed my eyes and felt my heart cry out in its pain.

I sat in the Doctors office, waiting for him to come and tell me my son was fine.  That there was an error in the reading of the scan.  
He entered with his nurse, who was carrying a box of tissues and cup of water.
"Your son has an arachnoid cyst.  The left temporal lobe of his brain is not there.  In its place is a fluid filled sack.  The pressure of the filling fluid is causing all the symptoms.  He will need to undergo brain surgery."
I sat there....numb.  All I recall hearing are the words...Brain surgery.
The day of the surgery came.  His younger brother was with me in the waiting room. Too young to understand the gravity of the situation.  All he knew was that his brother was very sick.
Now, I want to take you to our sons Hospital room, post surgery.  
There he was, lying in the big bed.  White as the sheet that covered his small body up to his chest.  His head wrapped in bandages.  Tubes and wires everywhere.
As our son was waking up, his first words were  "Where is my brother?"
Mike flew to the side of his bed and grabbed his hand.  "I'm right here!"  he said.  
Very weakly, Jess was able to say  "I love you Mike."
Mike in turn said, "I love you Jess."
My tears that had never flowed through the whole ordeal finally came.   Not out of fear, but for the love that our sons had for one another.

Paula Swanson
For the A Fragment Of Life contest
sponsored by Constance La France

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You've got the rhythm in you

She once met a man called Noel,
He was a musician of rock and roll,
They sang and played music into the night,
When she is with him she doesn’t get a fright.

Then He turned to her and said...

You’ve got the rhythm in you,
You’ve got it in your shoes,
You’ve got it in your bones,
You’ve got it in your toes,
You’ve got it in your hair,
You’ve got it everywhere,
You’ve had it from the start,
You’ve got it in your heart.

Through the wind they whispered singing softly,
Into the crack of dawn, morning light...

At 6am she fell asleep,
Subconsciously she heard a creep...

She woke up and he wasn’t there,
She called for his name,
It was like he didn’t care,
She was going insane!

She still hears those words at night,
Though unable to see Him through sight.

You’ve got the rhythm in you,
You’ve got it in your shoes,
You’ve got it in your bones,
You’ve got it in your toes,
You’ve got it in your hair,
You’ve got it everywhere,
You’ve had it from the start,
You’ve got it in your heart.

By: Ava Douglass   Age: 12

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What Matters Most

I'm not in competition with anyone I have no wish to play the game Or of being better than anyone I am just trying to be better Than the person I was yesterday If I can accomplish that goal My life has been a great success Fame and fortune are fleeting What's important when your time is up Is the kind of person your were Not the dollars in your bank account But how many lives you affected In a positive manner How many people you made smile With those silly bits of nonsense Those moments are worth All the wealth one can garner In a whole entire lifetime When that final day arrives You'll be remembered for your humility Your kindness and your positive nature In a world that needs it oh so badly No one is beyond reproach But I sincerely hope I'll be remembered As a caring loving person Who enjoyed my life to the fullest © Jack Ellison 2014

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Climbing Levels Of Spiritual Enlightenment

learning from the past turning the dark into light grasping a lesson from our Father climbing levels of enlightenment The Almighty presents us with lessons each and everyday it is our job to acknowledge the lessons and grow from them Although presented in different ways we all go through the same lessons in life I call it "climbing levels of spiritual enlightenment" if you grasp the lesson presented and live by that lesson you will begin your climb if you fail to live by that lesson you will tumble back down over and over hence the lessons will be presented to you once again until you achieve them The lessons are not always pleasant as the flesh cries out in pain as I climb and fall throughout my life the agony is soon replace with delight a little pain to receive a blessing from our King What appears to be a failure or a loss with no way out is simply a hidden blessing , a gift from our King...... It's time to start climbing!!! lets grow strong..........

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Tea is Served

In a lovely corner of her garden, 
 a trellis was curled with rose climbing vines,
  and something enchanting, had been designed, 
     from an ordinary day on a warm afternoon.

Tea would be served, with her large knuckled hands, 
to a bouquet of her friends, and some neighbors of mine,
by the most gentile’ lady, I have ever known…

She made it seem like days of old, when decorum was in fashion, 
      before composure, and poise,.. had become scorned and cold
          where propriety still mattered, as precious as gold.
Lilting voices would chatter like the birds on the wing.
Ringing with laughter,  across fragrant grass, 
Flower frocked ladies, around a few scattered tables. 
Linens and laces, under ashes and maples.
Silver coifed hairdos, with apple cheeked faces, 

                    And me?   There I'd sip.... quite out of my place... 
                      watching it all, from the cool dappled shade.
There were delightful surprises to meet the eye…
Delicate confections, cucumber sandwiches,
made by her hand, just for the occasion.
Fragrant branches, covering the veranda.…
Rose petal blossoms, painted on china.  
The most beautiful tea set, oh, how divine it was! 
Envious eyes, covetously pined for it!

She wore a floppy garden hat, a dress of mauve, and there she sat.
Her weathered skin, her cheeks of rouge... a smile to love, would have too,...
She had lived a war, and more than one.....iron strong, a generous heart
Knowing eyes, and sparkling wit, 
She would hold your hand in hers and smile,... listen well, of that I'm sure
  and then would sip and chat awhile, of this and that…
                                                         and you would learn of love somehow

I sipped my tea, and watched it all, and never thought of future things. ~

For now I sit here all alone…the chatter gone, the birds have flown.
Where once her charm, her love of life
the grand old ways, have slipped away…gone are those days, she loved so well.

Soon after, in the autumn chill…when word soon spread that she was ill 
      I was away, and never knew.….I hope, oh Lord, she was not alone ….

And looking back …I think of that….. and how strange the fact….. how odd it is…..
that something owned by someone grand, a china cup, so delicate, 
                                                                                 so fragile in the hand,
can last beyond the grave...intact,….
                    although a dear, enchanting friend, her life would have to end…..

                                                     ~ ~

For Contest Sponsored by Just Archaic Poet:  Song choice- "Tea For Two"

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Three Messengers

This morning I hiked a wooded trail
And while quietly strolling along,
I was pleased to hear a lonely quail
A singing his mournful song.

And then again this afternoon
While drawing water from the well
A loon began it's soothing croon
That echoed 'cross the dell.

And in the evening as I dined
While resting in the swing
A mockingbird was very kind
To perch close by and sing.

Then later, as I knelt to pray
In telling God, "I love You"
That, I wished to hear Him say
Just once, He loved me too.

Then Father spoke! "Don't you know?
My son of course I love you too!
I sent couriers today to tell you so
Did my three messengers not find you?"

                            Timothy I. Brumley

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To Elizabeth

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eye'd,
Such seems your beauty still. 
~ William Shakespeare

I have looked into the mirror
Looking for a trace....a trace of my youth
A trace of the girl that I used to be...
Is she there?  Buried deep? Is she still part of me?

Years can't be halted, change can't erase..
And my face, are the lines of experience
Stories and time...I see staring back at me
A part of me wants to grieve for that girl
The girl that I was..   Has she vanished for good?

Oh, I do understand....
That I can't hang on to "then"..
To days long ago, when time was our friend
When summers, together,  seemed never to end
But, then............ , here by chance, we meet up once again.....

Our friendship born in young, and carefree
You...with bright eyes, and brown hair that fell long
Around your high cheeks ...and a wide, gamin smile!
You were the one who's light shined so brightly
Who's charm, laugh, and wisdom I fondly admired
A girlhood where we danced together in sweet grass under sunny skies
And under nighttime stadium lights, to the music of the high school band

After years, that have taken us to separate worlds
In my mind, and in my dreams you have always been
The fair maiden, the one who held my hand
Two girls who made promises...who sat in the dark, under a summer sky
And talked of our "somedays", of our future, our hopes
By the light of the moon, we wished upon the stars

Now here in this moment, I have found you again
And here in this moment, I have found "me" again....
I can be that girl we share our history
our moment in the sun, ....I am "her", again!..
I can be that child, I can be fifteen, I can wear a crown, upon a teenaged throne... 
And I can still dance to the sound of the drum, and the tuba,
I can sing football songs, and gossip about the boys, 
   and make fun of the stuck-up girls
     and laugh about the teachers we didn't like, 
                   and about the night of the prom, when I cried in your arms

I can hear Johnny Mathis singing "Misty", and the words will make me weep
       I can hear "Canadian Sunset" as it lulls me off to sleep

Perhaps the stars have faded a bit...but beyond the weary miles
They still shine when I look into your dear friend, from the past...
They will shine through the ages.........where a summer will always  last....
                      ~                                    ~

For Frank's Contest:

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Midnight Blue

My blue eyes welcomed the first day of a new year
As the sun rose into a sapphire sky
That graduated from Cambridge in the east
To Oxford in the west
With every cerulean hue in between

The winter light accented the glaucous leaves of the olive grove
Against the nudity of the forest beyond
And I was struck by the gamut of my favourite colour

Closing my eyes, I smiled as the projectionist hurled memories
Onto the backs of my eyelids…

Blue Norwegian glaciers
Gentians in an Alpine meadow
Irises in Claude Monet’s garden in Giverny
A bunch of forget-me-nots for a childhood sweetheart

The ultramarine of the ink with which I write
And the lapis lazuli in the cloisonné that adorns it

Swards of Meconopsis in the Himalaya
Carpets of bluebells in England’s ancient woodland
The Virgin Mary’s dress in a stained glass window
Stars set into an indigo backcloth

Images of the sea…
Caribbean blue
Mediterranean blue
Adriatic blue
And the sea off the glorious west coast of Ireland

I open my eyes again to drink my tea
From a cobalt glazed mug
While wistfully acknowledging the haze of blue smoke
From the village hearths
That hangs in the cool calm air of the valley below

I am greeted by more shades of blue
As I login to post my words

It has always been my favourite colour
Except for the midnight blue that wells within my heart
When you and I are apart

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My man

"Am I a man

"You are

 Spider man
 Iron man,
 And when 
 I am old and frail son;

 I pray,


His smiles and hugs
could not be bought

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Love Is The Beauty Of The Soul

A COLLECTION Love is the smell of a newly mown lawn Or the gentle breeze on a summer's eve The clear blue sky with the occasional Puffy white cloud drifting lazily by Love is a baby's laughter as they're held tightly Against their mother's comforting breast Love is the cock-a-doodle-doo of a rooster Love is when the other person's happiness Is more important than your own Love is worth waiting for even if it takes a lifetime Love is music in its purest form Love is like a beautiful flower Watching it bloom into something wonderful Before your very eyes Love is blind, hard to find, difficult to get But impossible to forget What love is, nobody knows But what love is everybody feels Love is a sign from heaven That you are here for a reason Love is like the sun coming out of the clouds And warming your soul Love is walking in the rain And not noticing that it's raining Love is patient, love is kind, love never ends Love is the only thing you get more of By giving it away Love is a path to the heart that knows its own way Love is a feeling that puts winning the lottery to shame Love is the shortest distance between two hearts Love is like the wind in my hands So easy to feel but so hard to catch Love is everything... it's life itself Neverending, unconditional and never the same Love is the beauty of the soul © Jack Ellison 2014

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A Christmas Conversation

Daddy, were you alive when Jesus was born?

No honey, he was born a long time ago, over 2000 years ago.

Where was he born Daddy?

In Bethlehem, a small town in the desert in a manger,

Whats a manger Daddy?

It's a place where they kept animals to feed them.

You see when Jesus was born the Inn was full, so 
they had to get Mary to a warm place to give birth to Jesus.
that was the only place they could go.

Daddy who is Jesus' Daddy?

God is his Father honey?

But who is Joseph?

The Chosen Father, who God chose to raise him, Mary's Husband

I don't understand Daddy!

God wanted a son, he could not have a son without Mary and Joseph's
help. God asked them both if they would help him, without even thinking
they said yes. God gave to them a great gift, God gave them Jesus.

At that moment God gave us all a great gift, He gave us the Son of Man.

The Son of Man Daddy?

Yes honey, you see God is not Man, not one you can touch, Jesus
was, he healed people who were sick, He showed people how to love God 
and how God loves them. There is one more important thing
I want to tell you honey.

What's that Daddy? Jesus did a coupla more things I think are 
important, there are many of course but two I like.

Go on Daddy!

Jesus taught us how to love without conditions, like the way I love you 
and you love me and your Mom and Brother. But how to love everybody
like that.  The most important thing is, is that he died because we humans
broke God's laws, which means we sinned. He died so God would
forgive us.

Wow Jesus really did love us didn't he Daddy...?

Yes he did baby, and the really good thing is he still does and always will.

Come on it's time for bed!

Not until I say my prayers Daddy!

How bout we Pray together tonight?

I'd like that Daddy!

So would I baby, so would I .

Jump up on my back and I'll give you piggy back ride!

I love you Daddy!

I love you too baby, I love you too.........

My Christmas wish is you all have Conversations like this with your 
kids. Trust me they bring tears of joy!

May God Bless you all this Christmas Season as he has Blessed me.

    From Mary, Josh, Shay and myself  MERRY CHRISTMAS and HAPPY NEW YEAR

                             With Love.....Taz

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Fake Roses

It was Saturday evening when we had our date,
I was so prepared and assured that I won’t be late!
Preparing everything for my one true girl,
She makes me smile and makes my round world swirl.

Sitting on a chair and so quite nervous.
She slowly walked in and was so delirious.
Fireworks were sparkling everywhere,
Felt like I was in a place called Madison Square.

I was about to give this fake roses of love,
Gently smiling like a sweet scent in the cove.
You got so mad and felt so insulted.
These fake roses were ill terribly affronted.

I held your hands and tried to say my words.
“Hear me darling and feel these broken chords!”
Fake roses won’t rot like those pretty skies in blue.
It’s forevermore and that’s how I so love you.

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Passion's Color

Examine your surroundings, most importantly their hue, for I recall a day when setting sun hung in the fire of a neon sky and blazed an orange red. What imperceptible thread held it there above our heads like a paradigm of passion suspended for all time! Even now, years later, I draw that moment out and bask in it again. . . and over again. Also I remember how that serpent came from nowhere and slithered terra cotta in the sand around our feet. I believe he was exponential (in a Biblical sense) of what we soon would lose - our innocence - as afternoon slipped into an iridescent dusk. The colors of that dusk bursting and sizzling like our steamy summer love, primarily in nuances of lust, flowed scarlet over us in the color of a crimson which was cardinal as sin. Then to the screams of gulls and to the crash of waves, I writhed beneath a surge of heat and his face. . . that glowed with desire. Only at the beach was I ever to know such splendor. . . there with my first love and there with the sun, where it burned out.

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Wings of your Love

When I see your face
Bright as a star in dark skies
Your eyes radiant and clear as crystal
Tears of love drench my cheeks-
On your shoulders forever I’ll lull
Under the comfort of your warm wings of love

When I see greens of the fields
Celebrating every kiss of the winds;
The cold breeze at the shores of falling rivers
I see the shape of your heart-
A heart print that forever will stay
Whispering at every height of the melting mount

When you whisper my name
At the cold of a warm dawn
My heart bleeds for the unending bliss;
I weep when your shadow sublimes-
Leaving only an idol to cling on!
Let me nurture your heart, my love to defend.

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Just A Li'l Drop In A Big Ocean

As Dr. Sharma recently quoted “I'm just a li'l drop in a great big ocean” AREN'T WE ALL! But some rise above the rest and are remembered Some are content to be just one of the crowd It's a matter of what we're comfortable with Some just don't realize the impact they make On those they come in contact with And how much they influence others To lead a better life and become a more loving person There are so many unique people here on the Soup That this most definitely applies to They are the sweetest, most loyal friends That anyone could ask for They make my life complete and a treasure There are no words to describe how their friendship Has made my life happy and content LOVE TO YOU ALL!!! © Jack Ellison 2014

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Your golden hug

In each others arm’s
tightly embraced
with the warmth I receive from
no other…

these words from the depths of
his little heart,
past his precious lips:

“ I’ve been waiting for this Pops”

“What’s that son”,
while still wrapped in his warm grip
was mine query…

“Your golden hug Pops…
your golden hug”

as off to school he did trot

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"Evil Twin"

"Spiritual Narrative"

After life began,  appeared “Evil Twin” mind’s obvious sin
‘Evil’  naught of nothing, using the power of love’s “something”
Giving rise to evil self, far to left, image of self
Love created, but mind deviated, it’s love abated

Love’s logic created Soul, but I am so bold, left heart’s gold
Lost in a wilderness mind, became the Soul of evil twin
Lost in it’s philosophies, mind’s logic of complexities
Has philosophically debated, Love that created

Saying, ‘how can this Love be the reality of me
I shall exalt above, this creation of heaven’s Love’
But crucifixion of mind regains Love’s self in time
As the mind is refined, Soul is re-aligned, with Love’s vine

Man’s discoveries, pieces of the recoveries, of true self
As pieces of the mind crucified, must learn to abide
From Love light’s truth  cannot hide, reality has not lied
Being one with reality, God true technicality
Evil self is naught, except, in a mind of worldly thoughts
Live of your mind if your will, create life’s bitter pill
Your bitter pill will not spill, into Sacred Heart’s will
This proverb is proverbial,  `Tis non swerve able

Within one’s love, one must abide, for on death’s cross it was tried
Also mind must abide, for on the cross was proven it lied
Death and life was set before, human mind to explore
To show evil twin, death’s sin, just no way for death to win

Make a tree good or make a tree evil, for is by man’s choice
Lie on God if your will,   lie `Tis your own bitter pill’
`Tis by your own choice, by your own voice, `Good or Evil’
Death failed, life’s tree stands still, on yonder hill, alive and well


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The Faith of a crumbeling World (2) "recession over oppression"

You know Mr. & Mrs. reader of ethical and non-essential concerns of dismay. Sometimes
along life's journey, there's a crossroad we all will face. "A crossraad along the way", whether
you choose the wrong way or the wrong road. You're only halfway in your posesstion if you
decide that the road is the only way. "Recesstion over Oppression",  being the second part in
my series, this poem is my own opinionated thoughts as I've travel amongst a discontented
journey of crossroads, non-essential along the way.  "Recession over Oppression", to every
man, women, boy and girl are we all headed for that ultiment question, "The Faith of a crum-
beling World". Quite sure you've surrounded yourself from the snare's of the world, so you 
may not have come across many if any crossroads, like how deep is your faith and is what
you are believing GOD to be! is it in direct allignment of the Higher Power you can not see?
You and me, Well-Well you see I cann't term to grip the ethic's of racial acrimonious of the bl-
ind-eye's that claim to see. You may see differently remember (this is only poetry) so don't
come too the crossroad and still be blindsighted by the oppress of demorcracy.
   There's going to War's and rumers of war's, there's going to be people who cann't see the
lord in no skin color but white. Some even say he's black and then there are those that say
he's not the lion of transquility. Recession has brough about high unemployment rate, men
have fallen in love with themselve's moreso now then-then ever before, the bible speaks of
this and a crumbeling world of hater's has no answer, for the men's the womens or the 
young boy's nor answer's to our young girl's. I truly believe this beautifull creator establish
it that way so when crossroads and faithful decision's overtake you. He so love the world that
he allow his only begotten Son to come into the World just to die for the Sin's of the world to
defeat the enemy (Death) too reestablish true believer's of trust, not skin-color Faith but ev-
erlasting  abundantly Power like that of a million Pearl's. For every Women, Man, Boy or girl.
when facing crossroads; (Remember) "The Faith of a Crumbeling World".

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You Should Know

If you love me,
then you should know,
my favorite color,and
tv show.

If you love me,
and have shared my life,
what makes me special,
in being your wife.

What is my shoe size,
are my jeans tapered or loose,
do I wear the low riders,
or those high on the caboose.

Is my perfume,
flowers or spice,
how many times have you told me,
baby you smell nice.

These simple things,
that make me who I am,
are not very difficult,
but will prove to me,
you are my man.

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The Allison Ellison Bond

Found a new friend, her name is Jan Though we live an ocean apart The bond between us is as strong as any I've known Our names are similar, our love of life is similar We both love to laugh Feel so blessed that our paths have crossed These kind of friendships are unique They don't come along everyday When they do, we must hold on to them for dear life Never ever let go Life is a very short melodrama Must remember to make the most of every moment That's why a friendship like ours Is so very very important Blessed is the Allison/Ellison bond © Jack Ellison 2014

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The Ways Of Love

The way to a man's heart is through his belly That's how the old saying goes But to a woman's heart it's love sweet love She feels it down to her toes We've all been programmed to live this way It's not a knock against men If love didn't continue as in olden times past The world would most likely end We all must follow the established patterns In place since man first appeared To try to invent some new rules at this stage Is fraught with headaches and tears So love away as you've always been doing Be happy that you're able to feel This unbridled joy that's known only to man Enjoy life and love with much zeal © Jack Ellison 2014

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A Note To None

If I rewrote the story and somehow are paths
did not cross.
In temptations fire.
We would only know the cold of others.

Freezing in the silent agony unable 
to speak.
The statue remains its meaning erased.

As into others we will seek.
The emotions we no longer share.
Alone I am now inthe isolation of many blank

The jokes are but a wall built to conceal.
All that I am.
That I could never reveal.

Use the substances to keep you numb.
And let the voices take you to another place.

Beyond the madness there lies 
beauthy in pain.
And always truth.
Destruction breeds art.

I light up in a room of vacant stares
and empty lives.
To blind in addiction to know the other does exist.

In this den like some scene from a opium parlor from the west. 
Ashes hit the floor along with my pride.

This battle im losing with devilish glee.
All but nothing is left.
so in the shadows I confide. 

Sometimes wisdom can come from great acts of stupidty 
sometimes pain brings us closer to the truth 
nothing stays buried   it just lays in wait.

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The Choice of Bonny Aileas

Through shadowed forest glade she rode
'Midst grey and gloomy chill
No single thought of safety did
A moment stay her will

The mist clung to her nostrils as
She charged into the brush
The creatures of the forest paused
In terrifying hush

Foreboding seeped into her bones
Ghastly, from ages spent
Urging her mount to breakneck speed
Resolve would not relent

To slow would mean downfall into
A consequence of dread
She knew if she but lost an inch
He lover would be dead

This morn she was awakened by 
His servant at her door
And with his last breath utterance
Fell bloodied to the floor

It seems a tartan wearing clan
Appeared in red and green
‘Tis true that a more fearful sight
Is rarely ever seen

Unwittingly, they’d crossed the line
Into the Fraser realm
It was then they were set upon
In stand of noble elm

So, now she raced to intercede
Upon her love’s behalf
To beg for mercy from the chief;
That he withhold his wrath

The secret she had hidden would
Surely offset slaughter
It was true she had been born the
Fraser Chieftain’s daughter

She’d fled her home ten years before
With  young Lord Cameron
The rival clan’s incumbent heir
Her lover and champion

She’d not been sorry up to now
For following her heart
She knew the toll her love would take
Right from the very start

But this would be a sacrifice 
She'd never wished to make
That for his life she would exchange
Hers for the clan to take

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On Heaven's Doorway

I arrived at heaven’s doorway and found my friend, Walter, sitting on the front steps.  Walter had passed years before me.  I was surprised to see him still waiting in front of heaven’s gate.  Walter was, without doubt, the nicest, humblest, most religious person I knew during my days on earth.  How in the world could Walter be kept from entering into heaven?  If there was anyone who deserved immediate entry into heaven, it was Walter.

He looked so sad and forlorn.  I was so angry at God for denying this good man entry into his kingdom.

“Walter,” I pleaded, “why are you sitting out here on the steps to heaven?  Please do not tell me you have been denied entry.”

“No,” Walter replied.  “They have a place for me.  But I am torn.”

“TORN,” I screamed.  “Torn over what?  You lived the closest thing to a perfect life that I can imagine.  You took care of the sick, the wretched and the poor.  You never spoke ill of a single person and you shared all the goodness shone upon you with everyone you knew.  What is it that has you so torn?”

“Well,” Walter bemoaned, “that’s just it.  I was taught to live my life in such a way as to relieve the pain borne by my brothers.  I was taught to share my wealth and happiness with those less fortunate.  I was taught to love and care for my enemy.”

“And you did that without fault, my friend. So, what is your dilemma?”

“My dilemma is: why should I stop now?  How can I possibly enter a paradise of everlasting joy and happiness when my brothers and sisters are suffering in hell?  If I am the man that I pretend to be, I must refuse entry into God's kingdom and try to make hell a little more bearable for my brothers and sisters down below.  I must go down there and mop the brow of those sinners whom I still love and still care for.  I simply cannot accept this reward of everlasting light.  I did not live my life the way I did for this reward – I lived it for the simple reward of doing what is right.”

I sat down next to Walter and took hold of his hand.

“You are a good man, Walter”, I said.  “Come on, we are going to hell … that’s probably where I was headed anyway.  Grab your handkerchief; we are going to need it.  I am sure there are plenty of brows to mop.”

Walter’s face lit up with the loving smile I found comfort in so many times on earth.

On our journey away from heaven’s door, Walter turned and said, “Leave the light on God, we will be back when our job is done in hell.”

He is a good man.

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Love, Love, Love

Why am I attracted to certain types of women The ones that display that indescribable feminine trait Demure yet with that certain openness and lust for life Those that send out those unmistakable signals All men know what I referring to It's a very feminine charm that beckons us to come hither That says I want to know more about you And we are all too eager to oblige Hence the beginning Stage two of this trial period happens Engaging in conversation, we size up each other And then it either ends at that point Or it becomes the beginning of a relationship With further exploration More times than not, the relationship flourishes Because the initial attraction was genuine And is followed by a lasting affair It is amazing how one's instinct Usually steers us down the right path Until we discover it, love is very difficult to define It is all encompassing, life changing The ultimate emotion, three cheers for love LOVE, LOVE, LOVE!!! © Jack Ellison 2014

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I Lost a Whole Weekend (Please Pardon My Rant)

I am your champion, I fight for your cause,
my love and devotion give some people pause.

When I saw you I knew you, just like with your dad.
I guess our deep happiness makes some people mad.

I work hard at my job, so that we can live,
and hear me now, son, when it's time to give,
I am the one who ups the amount,
I've done this more often than I can recount.

I also work so your dad will be covered,
for doctors and dentists and allergists and others,
and who do you think pushed him to go
to the skin doctor some two years ago?

From the moment I met you, you felt like my son,
but this is a battle that cannot be won.
When your dad and I married, I didn't steal him away,
he's just as devoted to you to this day.

I heard someone had told you that I was "controlling,"
(I can't even write this without my eyes rolling).
Who insisted your dad fly to LA to see you?
Who worked overtime to pay for this venue?

I encourage his freedom, I've not clipped his wings,
his happiness, above all, is the important-est thing.

I will not be silenced, nor be vilified,
and it just breaks my heart when you take HER side.

and I'm tired of being so misunderstood.

So, pardon my migraine, it wasn't intended,
my strength just gave out as your judgement descended.

I lost a whole weekend, I slept like the dead,
I was just too defeated to face down my dread.
I kinda' felt reality shatter, unsure what was real,
like in "Jacob's Ladder."

We're getting no younger, your father and I,
the older we get, the faster time flies.
I love you as if you were my own child,
I'll not carry this burden unreconciled.

©Danielle White

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She is in her 59th summers, while he is in his 60th winters The way they size up themselves They are what “on” toward redeeming And regaining each their respective separate lives before To one lofty and solid momentum in their lives If they are today an aged wine, they are the savor They delve and sip on it to quench their dried lips Their dried throats to their hearts’ contents For they are still endowed in spirit, mind and heart! Once more their paths crossed Forty two years ago of gnawing, searching And to a halt, they met again Destiny, they believe in the making then Finally they found themselves fulfilling Lost paradise in a kubo (hut) at the back of a hill Near a sand dune mountain near the China sea in the North. A love never and never in their far fetched imagination They cohabited and concocted this love story Together they trek a new life with hope A love never in their lives as separated and divorcees Ignited a new love and a new, good and compatible relationship That they alone knew. Witnessing the romance are love birds in one nest And bamboos swaying with joy acquiesced their longings Together they drown themselves And into high potion of endearment They have not indulged into drugs like addicts They were likened but this time They are really HIGH..into LOVE. Till the reawakening break of a new dawn And beyond every pages of calendar Their love will stay forever.
Dalila Agtani 1/5/2012 Entered in a contest Sponsored by: Debbie Guzzi Contest Name Tell Me a Story

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For Those Who Love Love

Those who love love Put up your hands Wow! There sure are a bunch of you guys I knew there was a lot of you But this is totally amazing Saw one lady who didn't raise her hand But she was holding a bag of groceries in one arm And a sweet wee babe in the other But I did hear her yell, “I do!” So if everybody loves love Then how come there's still so much strife Is it because we get all wrapped up in stuff Superficial stuff that we shouldn't give a hoot about But because of all the negativity present Small things tend to annoy us And when they're all added up They become a difficult mountain to climb Take heart all my dear dear friends I have the answer... attitude! Yep, it's as simple as that so give it a shot And let this old guy know how it works out for you! © Jack Ellison 2014

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Sins and Virtues Chapter Two

Turning her back to the wedding guests Lust throws a bouquet of Poison Ivy and Venus Flytraps 
her head.  Stepping in front of Sloth, Envy snatches the the bouquet out of the air.  "Nice catch Envy" 
said Sloth with slow slurred speech.  "Thank you Sloth and I do believe green is more my color".  
Turning around to see who caught the bouquet Lust wasn't a bit surprise to see Envy holding the 
Poison Ivy and Venus Flytraps.  "Well Envy I guess you're next to be wedded off" stated Lust.  Pride 
motions for Hatred to release the owls.  Unlocking the huge cage Hatred releases the owls.  Slow to 
take flight the great owls flap their wings and ascends into the darkness.  "Let's get this party 
started.  Turn on the music" yelled Greed.  As the sins partied the night away the sun came rising in 
the country Tranquility.  "Are you ready to spend all eternity together?"  Loyalty asked Love as they 
stood on their balcony.  "My dear, dear, husband soon to be you already know the answer to the 
question you ask".  As Loyalty and Love stand locked in a warming embrace being kissed by the 
rays of the sun the two share a kiss of their own.  Beep, beep, beep "Well this is a perfect time for my 
communicator to beep" breaking her embrace with Loyalty, Love answers her communicator.  
"Hello Faith how are you?"  "I'm fine Love and how are you?"  "I'm ready to start this new era in my 
life".  "I'm looking over your wedding file.  Are there any last minute changes you want to make?"  
"No Faith everything's perfect".  "I'm outside of your house waiting on you Love.  Let's get going".  
"I'll be right down.  I have to go Loyalty".  Grabbing Love by the waist and pulling her close Loyalty 
whispers in her ear "Are you sure this is what you want?"  "I've wanted you when I first saw you.  
Now if you'll excuse me Faith is waiting for me". 
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red Seven aka The Green Poet aka The Brown Philosopher

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Butter Toffee

"Love comes in many flavors....but the taste of it, is unforgettable"

It makes a very large batch.
And when I finish, there will be
Enough for my family, my friends, and quite possibly
Everyone who lives on our street.

On my tiled kitchen counter
I have gathered..according to the recipe,
The butter, the sugar, the corn syrup,
Nuts and chocolate...all the necessary delectable
Ingredients to make my mother's
Melt-in-the-mouth butter toffee.
    I make it every Christmas, a family favorite, 
    Like a legacy that must be passed on...
    A futile attempt to lighten a dark hour ...of long ago.
A new bride then, with inexperience my middle name.. 
In a tiny kitchen of blue and white 
I was frocked in frilly yellow, wearing the apron she had sewn
An apron with color as warm as the butter assembled before me
My task, was to follow the step by step instructions
A recipe, written in her hand 
Letters so blurred by tears that had taken up new residence in my life
The curls of her handwriting
Wrapping 'round me like the sound of her voice...
A little page from her vast collection..
Wrinkled and yellowed, with speckles, and splatters 
Yellow splatters, reminding me of days of my childhood
A childhood of naivete', believing still, in a sun that would forever shine for me...
When I had so much yet to learn

    But this was that ghastly year, ....that first Christmas,... without her...
    It was up to me, determined to carry on
    ...A simple recipe,     ....couldn't be that hard...could it?

My novice effort, in those first months without her
Was a disappointment.  Just not the same as hers, 
Faintly scorched, the delight, in the offering...
People were polite, accepted it, and ate it to be kind.
They smiled, patted my head, gave compliments...  
But I knew.
And, as time passed,..experience taught me.  Experience heals.
My toffee is good. Quite good...delicious, actually...
Still not the same as hers, but my family thinks it's fine.
I, however, know better. 
     I Have always known.
Today...I melt the butter, I add the sugar, and the syrup
Stirring while the mixture turns to amber.  It won't take long.
My family waits....waits eagerly to savor the sweet flavor
      The flavor of butter, the flavor of chocolate

                              the flavor of enduring love..........that was my mother.

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15 and stupid

This poem was inspired by my best friend and her troubles: ) We go out on our first date, We go back to your house, Your parents are asleep, We go to your bedroom, You tell me you love me and that you will take care of me, I wake up thinking of last night your laying next to me holding me, You wake up and look at me and smile, You lean over and kiss me, I feel like you are the best thing to ever happen to me, You are my first love, Little do we know what’s happening, Nine months latter we are parents, We are planning our marriage, Our lives are set in stone now, We are parents at age fifteen, engaged at age fifteen, Life has just left our eyes, Now we are two teens in love living on their own parents disowned them, child with them drop outs of high school and working jobs to survive. What a stupid mistake we made at age fifteen. Under aged sex is not a smart choice unless you want my life….

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I took a rich man’s wallet
So that we would not starve
I’m sure the lord has forgiven me
But the judge he surely did not.
He spared me from the gallows
But sent me across the sea
Away from family and friends
And away from you sweet Molly
I could see you standing on the dock in the rain
As the ship lurched out in the mist
And I wondered sweet Molly would I ever again
Hear your laughter or feel your sweet kiss.
Well terrible fortune befell us
On that awful disease ridden ship
And brutes were the crew and the guards
Who beat us with fists and with whip.
And the wind howled and the seas rose
And many were washed overboard
And illness, storms and starvation
Were sent upon us by the lord
And gradually everyone perished
But somehow I seemed to survive
Until somehow I made it to Botany Bay
The only soul left alive.
I joined a prison gang Molly
And hard to work we went
They gave me a chisel and barrow 
And told me to go and carve steps
From a mountain made out of rock
On a path that led to nowhere.
No food or drink did they give us
I feel that they wished we would die
Well their wish came true sweet Molly 
As the men started dropping like flies.
The sun burned my face and my arms
As I hammered away at the stone
And when the rains finally came
They soaked us through to our bones
Then a flash flood swept the others away
And left me there all on my own.
Well my life was hard to be sure 
But again I seemed to survive
And I finally made it back to the camp
The only soul left alive.
They all were surprised to see me 
They clapped my back and shook my hand 
They said we must throw a party
For the luckiest man in the land
Well a grand party it was
Under a night of starry skies
The officers all were so drunk
That they started dropping like flies
And in the morning the soldiers found me grinning
Twenty dead officers, two blood stained knives.
Holy Christ said the men as they clapped me in irons
He’s the only soul left alive!
So now I finally face the gallows Molly
And there are no more lies left for me
What I couldn’t eat of the men on the ship
I threw the remains to the sea
What I couldn’t eat of the men on the mountain
I buried among the trees
The drunken officers deserved all they got
So Molly my conscience is clear.
My only regret dear Molly
The only thing that causes me pain
Is knowing that I shall never
See your sweet face again.

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Have a new friend here on the Soup Her name is Jan What attracted us to each other you ask? It was the similarity in our names Jan is J. Allison Yours truly is J. Ellison We were surely meant to find each other! We have since discovered we have laughter in common We rarely if ever write about doom and gloom Basically two happy souls floating along on a breeze Not to say we don't each have Those everyday trials and tribulations There's no escaping them But our sunny fun loving approach to life Helps us over the biggest challenges Jan is so very special to me! © Jack Ellison 2014

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Unzipped Lips

Meet me at the same place
Just for one last time
There's nothing left to lose now
For you were never mine
I tried to speak the words
I was to terrified to say
Seems I was right to fear
You've already turned away
You knew that I'd be angry 
Disallowed me to react
Responding to the fiction
Without hearing the fact
And if I really know you
I know when you chose to walk
You left a space wide open
To encourage me to talk
So I spoke the words I promised
That would never never my mouth
Because I believe that closure
Shouldn't hold a trace of doubt
I wanted you to know that
Every 'Love Ya' that I wrote
Was just some smoke and mirrors
For the real words gripped my throat
But now there's no prevention
The worst already walked through
I'm not afraid to tell you now
I think I've always loved you.

PoetNaveed © 

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I've  been a lot of  places in this land, 
From sea to shining sea. 
There's a  place in the hills of Arkansas
That means more than them all to me,
A little wildwood church where people meet 
To praise the Lord above. 
They don't have a lot of money,
But they're rich in a thing called love

You'll  see a friendly smile upon each face   
The moment you walk  in. 
They'll make you feel so loved and right at home,
That you'll want to go  back again. 
They will pour you out a cup of kindness
And hospitality; 
Then they'll take you home and feed you,
And they'll treat you like family.

You're always more than welcome; 
There's no lock upon the door. 
There's preaching and singing and praising the Lord, 
And they know what the altar's for. 
Don't look for a grand cathedral, 
Standing proud and tall; 
It’s a humble little church, beside the road, 
At Ben Hur Arkansas.

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A Slight Return

Darkness is my life that apears in
Has it come to just another fix.
The smile does conceal my losing fight.

The music the screams within.
The lies eat away at the man I can no 
longer stand.

Hollow is thy heart.
Crimson stains all that is never held in

It started a game now it's a curse.
In darkness I speak to you
all I could never say.
The man once known to you.
Has all but faded away.

And as I slip into adictions abyss.
Candle lit memories were taken
with the breeze. 
That killed that romantic glow.

As the stranger who exists in the form
once you did love.
Twist's into a form you cannot understand.

I ask out of love for you to forget.
The monster that haunts this form.

In memories true love we will forever know.
The emptyness of of this life.
And the once splendid candle lights glow. 
In truth we die. 
As we live. 
So must we cry. 

Not every every question has a answer my friends. 

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Dedicated To All The True Lovers Out There How many stars are in the night sky Millions, billions, trillions, gazillions? Like my love for you my dearest soul The answer in both cases is “unlimited” There are no boundaries Since this old world began No greater love has ever existed One day, the world will know Ours will be right up there among The greatest love stories ever told But we're not looking for fame or fortune As long as we can express our love to each other My dearest one, our love will survive Our love will flourish I wish there were other words Words never before uttered To describe how I feel, how I melt at your touch How my whole world revolves around you Until these words are added to Webster's I will simply say, “I love you!” © Jack Ellison 2014

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A calm fell over me as I arose from my birth,
A hush falls over the Earth,
As if God had, once more given birth to a new Universe.

I looked up and thought I saw, 
His bright smile reflected in the sun,
His angels were all dancing in glee,
Smiling and singing for you and  for me.

I felt His Presence,  oh! so near,
As if He was saying, "Oh my dears,
I love you so much I had to make,
New worlds for you to take".

And I thought, as His new day greeted me,
"What a kind and loving Father is He,
He greets us with a new World made from above,
 and all He wants in return, is our Love."

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1-15-10 look into my eyes

i caught your eyes on me. dont bother to look away. ive already noticed. i wish i was 
brave enough to stare back. it doesnt bother me, just makes me curious. what are you 
thinking? or are you just observing? try to figure me out. but you wont. because youve 
only met the imposter. you havent stopped to look into my eyes.

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My Most Intimate Dream

Reality has surpassed my most intimate dream In intensity, in passion, in love No need ever to dream again Want to bask in the glow from above To drink in the pleasures of the mind Never wanting this feeling to desert me To vanish, to slip away To know this passion will never desert me Is the ultimate joy of my heart To feel the intensity of your love To know that we never will part My most intimate dream is you © Jack Ellison 2014

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That Exquisite Moment

The sound of your voice Is like a symphony by Beethoven A beautiful melody by Schubert A piano concerto by Mozart I am totally enthralled by you No longer can I resist your beauty I must have you, embrace you Feel your warmth I am totally enamoured by you Entranced by your seductive eyes Your luscious red lips Your flaxen hair My heart beats loudly in my chest At the mere sight of you I must have you My arms ache to hold you My fingers long to explore every inch of your body To know a passion so extreme A tenderness I've yet to experience To gaze upon your angelic face How else to explain this feeling This desire, this utter craving To hold you, to enter your private world Till that ultimate moment of bliss That moment when emotions explode And we become one The outside world no longer exists In that exquisite moment There is only you and I among the stars We are one! © Jack Ellison 2014

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Poor Scarlett Never Learns(New Form by Dane Ann and HGarvey Esquire)

Scarlett in "Gone With the Wind" goes                   --- AFTER
Ashley even though she has thus far had in           --- ALL,
Two husbands, and says she'll think about things    ---TOMORROW
She marries Rhett and                                          ---IS
Never satisfied with her life, always wanting            ---ANOTHER
Man. But when Rhett leaves her in the end it's a sad---DAY

This POEM is an Example of a New Form of
POETRY Dane-Ann and HGarvey Daniel Esquire are trying to sanction
They call it “ End Line Word “ Poetry Thank-YOU

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You Just Gotta Know

If she doesnt call you 
[ Its because she is waiting for you to call her ] 
When she walks away from you mad 
[ Follow her ] 
When she stare's at your mouth 
[ Kiss her ] 
When she pushes you or hit's you 
[ Grab her and dont let go ] 
When she start's cussing at you 
[ Kiss her and tell her you love her ] 
When she's quiet 
[ Ask her whats wrong ] 
When she ignore's you 
[ Give her your attention ] 
When she pull's away 
[ Pull her back ] 
When you see her at her worst 
[ Tell her she's beautiful ] 
When you see her start crying 
[Just hold her and dont say a word ] 
When you see her walking 
[ Sneak up and hug her waist from behind ] 
When she's scared 
[ Protect her ] 
When she lay's her head on your shoulder 
[ Tilt her head up and kiss her ] 
When she steal's your favorite hat 
[ Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night] 
When she tease's you 
[ Tease her back and make her laugh ] 
When she doesnt answer for a long time 
[ reassure her that everything is okay ] 
When she look's at you with doubt 
[ Back yourself up ] 
When she say's that she like's you 
[ she really does more than you could understand ] 
When she grab's at your hands 
[ Hold her's and play with her fingers ] 
When she bump's into you 
[ bump into her back and make her laugh ] 
When she tell's you a secret 
[ keep it safe and untold ] 
When she looks at you in your eyes 
[ dont look away until she does ] 

When she misses you 
[ she's hurting inside ] 

When you break her heart 
[ the pain never really goes away ] 

When she says its over 
[ she still wants you to be hers ] 

- Stay on the phone with her even if shes not saying anything. 

- When she's mad hug her tight and don't let go then kiss her 

- When she says she's ok dont believe it talk with her 

- because 10 yrs later she'll remember you 

- Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her 

- Call her before you sleep and after you wake

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The One I Saw In My Dreams

I was told that love isn’t based on time
Love is based on how a person makes you feel
When I am with you I feel that it is only us
I feel that you can rescue me from the darkness
When I am with you I feel safe no longer scared
Even when we are apart I still feel that you’re here
When I am with you I can't stop my smile
I knew what it was from the start
Just to see you I walked six miles
You shot an arrow straight in my heart
I’ll be here for you night and day
But even if I miss you I won't show I’m weak
Even if you hear the stutter in my speech
I’ll brush it off like I always do
Until the next time I see you I will be true
I’ll love you till the sun won't shine
No matter what I’ll be your best friend 
And I'll always be here till the end

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Quit That Tapping

like the raven 
who taps taps upon 
your chamber door
do not fret my Virginia
for it's my shadow
moving across the floor
this is what I'm telling you my darlin
and nothing more

beneath lattice
I still call your name
come to me virginia
come hear the tap tap 
upon your chamber door
for only you my love 
I surrender and never more

wind howls in blanket snows
here I stand so all alone
broken hearted and misconstrued
my Virginia who lies under stars and moon
just a tap tap upon your chambers door
tis I and nothing more

tales of hidas truth
blackbird sings harps cords
just like the tap tap upon your chambers door
my sweet Virgina whom I adore
for there'll be love waiting and nothing more

as I lay right next to you in this tomb
I counted only seven who have even knew
the times of this raven who 
tapped tapped upon your chambers door
twas only I and will be never more

Tribute To Edgar Allen Poe
And His Young Bride Virginia
Also To His Poem The Raven

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Under My Skin

Alone she sits at a table for two
In the corner bistro off Main
Cole Porter’s "I’ve Got You under My Skin"
Wafts softly throughout the room 
After hours of lingering hope 
She watches happy clients come and go
Bubbles of happiness fill their chatter
Laughter walks out trailing behind

Alone she sits and surveys the room
Even the wait staff now seems scarce
Time has vanished like steam in air
A waiter hints it is closing time
Table lights now give out a faint glow
Too much to bare, she decides to leave
But…O, how she loves him so! And though it's late
Still, she stalls… perhaps he will show up soon  


For Brian Strand's Contest-A haiga to Edward Hopper's "Automat"

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A Story

It was on a Christmas Eve
early in the morn
into a world so often cold
a little girl was born.
Her parents, they did love her,
the way that it should be
but her father, who's a good man,
had been raised with cruelty.

When he doled out punishment
for all her childish ways
the lessons that he taught her
would stay with her all her days.
Growing up was never easy
and she grew up so confused.
Other kids did more than tease her
and at home she was abused.

But she grew up all the same
then came to that time of life
when she thought she was ready
became a mother and a wife.
They faced a lot of hardships
but tried to love anyway
and her husband, who does love her,
has been so mean along the way.

Yes, life is hard for everyone
this woman surely knows.
Hate and misunderstanding
seems to follow where she goes
with so many quick to tell her
that she is always wrong
so many times she has been shown
that she just don't belong.

She tries so hard to understand
the reasons for her tears
and is punished for her feelings
as she has been all her years.
She knows that there is more to life
than what always seems to be.
All she wants is to be loved
without the cruelty.

Note:  My dear friends, this is not an easy write for me but a necessary one.  I was at a very 
low point in my life and I prayed for God for direction or to let it end.  I wrote the poem I Am 
then joined PoetrySoup.  I know God led me to this wonderful site for a reason.  I may still 
have a long way to go but I am starting to move forward.  I want to thank you all for your 
encouragement and kindness.  Being able to write again is helping me and as fellow writers, 
I know you understand.  Thank you for sharing with me and teaching to become a better 
writer.  God bless you all and Happy Holidays!  Love, Robin.

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Duo Manifesto pt.2

" A few years ago, you began a journey to find me,
and now you have" I was in a hospital! " You are still"
Is it you holding my hand? or is it Jesus?
" Both, we are one and both"

huh! " Yet, you know this don't you?" Yes!
" I am God and Jesus, My Son is Jesus and God,
we are one, we dwell together in as you would say
one spirit"

So I am still alive? "Yes, you have work yet to do with me"
What work? " The answer to that dwells within your heart,
our heart" " You see we are here, because you love me
and I you"

You saved my life? " No, my Son, you saved your own life,
by coming to this hospital when you felt pain in your heart,
our heart" " It was our relationship of love, that you did this"
" It was my love for you, that held your hand"

" It was also your love for me that guided the hand of the
physician who began the healing of our heart, and his love for you 
and me that gave him the ability". " It is now that we three
share a relationship" " I held your hand, he held our heart, you had
faith in us both, believed in us both and loved us both that allowed you 
to save yourself."


Will I see you again? " If it is needed, it may be a long time"
w" we will speak again, many times in many ways" " remember,
my Son, because you love me, have faith in me, believe in me
and truly wish me to dwell in you, I will always hold your hand."
" It is time for you to return, there are two other of my children,
waiting for you, who love us both"


Hi Dad! How do you feel?

And I wept................

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Crucified Clown

Blue velvet caged
Behind rusty bars.
Soul within chars.
Fervent flames raged.

Mighty door creaked
Black-veiled phantoms
Chanting the anthems
Thus the dusts freaked.

All the phantoms read
The holy pages.
The pious sages
For repentance plead.

Life’s last drops
Time’s burning tears.
Soaked deep in fears,
Crushed by crops,

The soul crumples.
Satan’s oracle
Tempting manacle
On heart tramples.

Towers of flesh
Drag my weary bones
As the axe-man hones
His blade afresh

Heard the Devil's voice:
"Crimson Cross!"
My dice to toss
Fate's generous choice!

"Kneel by the altar
Take my rosary,
Or God's pillory.
You have to falter?"

Succumbing feet tread
On scaffold's heart
As the moments part
What's there that they dread?

Nails of Divine love
Prick my palms
Grope for balms
Wails a benign dove

Mocking herd of sheep
Ignorant vultures
The gaze tortures
The wound doth weep.

The Fallen Prince 
Roars with laughter:
"The hereafter!?!
Who else to convince?"

"O thou Holy, hark
The Forsaken Son
Has thy Father won?"
All the rest is dark…?

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Stolen Soul

Your sad and your ugly
Worth not even a life
No good as a mother
Make a terrible wife

I love you my friend
You are my world
Can we make love?
As my skin crawled

So we got into bed
And I closed my eyes
A few minutes of torture
A few silent cries

He turned on his side 
When we were done
He shut the lights
Thanks, that was fun

A few moments later
He was asleep
I took a shower
Felt dirty and cheap

Every so often
There was no fight
I enjoyed the neglect
Just one easy night

On our tenth anniversary 
He said lets go away
We'll celebrate us
And we'll find our way

With naive dreams
I agreed with all smiles
To go on this trip
Just us for miles!

We laughed on the way
A few hours a lifetime
It was quite lovely
Until it reached nighttime

When we arrived
I put on my dress
Your to skinny he said
You look like a mess

So I opened my bag
And I had no doubt
A couple of these
Are just my way out

My hands felt the tingle
My head was now clear
I said I'll change
Will you be happy my dear?

Didn't remember that night
Then the sun would appear
And just as suspected
What would I hear

Get a hold of yourself
Your full of sorrow
You make me sick
I might love you tomorrow

With another day left 
I knew it would be rough
I'll just take one more
Then throw away the stuff

We drank that night
Then I think we got high
I loved him so much
For him I would die

We made love and the slept
Then when we awoke
From the first word I said 
Was enough to provoke

His veins were alive
His blood was on fire
So angry at nothing
Was it this I'd desire

Guess I don't have to tell you
It never has changed
He did this enough
Where my mind was derranged

Then one day it happened
I rose from the dead
I felt something different
When I got out of  bed

It suddenly hit me
I remembered my name
Now this was scary
Overwhelmed with shame

Ten years of today
Put my soul on display
To pick and to poke at
For this boy to play

A lot of wear on my body
But not quite yet broke
Put my pieces together
For I am no joke

My daughters a beauty
My son almost a man
I'll do it for them
I know that I can!

You cannot do it
You can't provide
If it wasn't for me
You would have died

Thats what he said
When we walked out the door
For the first time ever
I was honestly sure

Hope my story ends happy
Now that I'm in control
The rest is all mine
Forget the ten years he stole

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If You See

If you see a heartless man,
feel sorry for him.

With that cold heart,
comes lonely.

If you see a man without love,
pray for him,

with that empty home,
comes sadness.

If you see a happy man,
be happy with him,

for a happy man,
can spread joy.

If you see a man with religion,
follow his lead.

for a man of God,
is the best teacher we have.

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Just Trying...

So here’s the deal:
I’m completely pissed off, but not really-
Really I’m heartbroken and just trying to breathe through the ache in my chest,
But that really has nothing to do with what’s going on does it. 
This is ridiculous.  I hate it. It’s not something I can just fix.
If I could make him forget just by kissing him stupid I would.
However, this is a bit too raw for that.  
It’s like when your fave song comes on and you’re voice begins to break near the end
 because you’re holding back tears.
Nothing really detracts from that feeling of complete abandon.  That’s true for love on both 
Passion when you’re together, battering desperate aching when you’re not.

Now, I enjoy pain. I enjoy the sharp, sweet edge. 
I don’t enjoy this mind numbing pounding.  Like my body is being pulled inside out. 
There is no tearing, no ripping, no cutting, no sharp.  Just dull, stretching emptiness.
There is no joy in that. 
Only the true masochist in me finds something in this.
I don’t like dwelling on that part of me.
I’d rather be sharp. Like when you’re cut by a knife so sharp that it takes a minute for your 
body to register it as pain. 
Sharp. Sweet. Sinfully simple. 

This isn’t what I signed up for. But then, what is?
I love you.
That doesn’t really matter.
Does it. 

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His Worth

Touched by His wisdom, 
my heart now clear,
upon His shoulders,
I cast my fears.
His word is genuine,
as was His birth,
the truth He spoke,
revealed His worth.
Riches, not important,
they mattered not,
but those that knew Him,
never forgot.
Kings were frightened,
of this kind, warm man,
they never listened,
how could they understand.
Then an Angel,
came in the night,
He arose from the grave,
can you imagine the sight.
His new home Heaven,
by His Fathers side,
waiting to welcome us,
this is the reason He died.
Now it is CHRISTmas,
and we rejoice His Birth,
but still some people, 
don't understand His worth.

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Greet the little King,
who has been born in a cold manger
on the holiest of nights;
and by the glitter of a descending star,
He will spread peace in the land...
follow the shepherds and find that sight! 

My gift to Him is my joyful song,
and with this clarinet I will usher in His coming...
walk side by side with the pretty angels and rejoice;
bring Him your gift, and surround Him with joy!
See the three Magi arriving on jewel-draped camels,
holding in their laps the gifts of His destiny.  

A winter's night has always been completely bright,
every hill is hidden by darkness, but an heavenly light 
appears across the frosty sky of Bethlehem, while divine
voices announce Emmanuel's glorious birth,
everyone wakes up and sees that star and follows it;
and where it stops, they find a baby without a crown.   

Greet the Son of the Highest, the Wonderful Redeemer, 
whom the Virgin Mary has borne in the humblest of places...
in the small town without a temple, or a palace for the Emperor,
where Mary and Joseph will train their child in Godly ways;
greet the little king, He will smile and invite you in,
and His smile will spread peace beyond the star-lit hill. 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Visiting Hours

You didn't shake
as much in
the psych ward, 
possibly because
of the medication.
A cocktail of 
paxil, seroquel,
lithium and sedatives.
The white walls
dimmed your 
pale complexion.
The pink rosed
paintings on the
wall reflected
the first bit
of color returning
to your peaked
gaunt cheeks, and
big sad eyes.
You'd get so angry,
trying to hold back
from all the secrets
of your condition that
the uniforms and 
clipboards kept 
from you.
We'd walk the 
circular hallway.
My black work loafers
and your socks 
circumfrencing the
middle ground of 
We'd hold eachother
in the corner, under
the light wood
safety rail.
You, propped up
against the wall.
Me..pressed againt
your chest.
You'd envelope 
me with your
long arms and 
whisper in my ear
between your tears
that this...
couldn't last forever.

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Gone the nights
of erotic passion, sweat mixing, loves , lubercation
as our breaths labored
we sucummb as one, limbs entwined
The bed a twister board of sorts
we play like children
and oh how i loved you then
Good-bye the tender touch
(I will miss that most)
your arms around me protective
gently caress, making my skin melt
losing all control of my senses
relentlessly in love with you
So long your electric eyes
intense they weaken me
with one look, you make me smile
we hold gazes and speak without words
and I hope you hear my observation
i am hopeless, hopelessly in love with you
So forever my heart will weep with the willow trees
for the death of our love, tragic
Gone is the happness just being near you brought me
good-bye the comfort of your touch
so long eutopia
guess I wanted it to much...................

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When we give hope,
we give of our self,
something so special,
deep in the heart it is felt.

Prayer, and hope,
go hand in hand,
a miracle can be delivered,
across God's land.

People have needs,
some don't understand,
but God in Heaven,
turns His back on no man.

He gives us hope,
so we can carry on,
that ray of sunshine,
many of us have known.

With out prayer,
and with out hope,
life can be difficult,
and hard to cope.

God knew this,
so He provided a way,
to give us comfort,
on these trying days.

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The Saddest Story Known to the Human Heart

He sped home, 
His hands covered with desperation
Pedal down to the cold of the floor
His mind clouded with hesitation

She stood alone on the porch,
Her hands covered with damnation
Heart cold from the winter night
She was yearning for the liberation

Tears streamed from down his eyes
The night was clouded like a horror movie
Breaths are heavy and cold with perspiration
Thinking, “How could she do this to me?”

Her legs gave out,
As she collapsed to the floor
Headed to the phone
She crawled to the door

His love burned out,
As he slammed on the gas
Eyes blurred with tears
He was going way to fast

She had to tell him,
He was the love of her life
Phone was cold as she grasped it
She quickly dialed his number in strife

His phone rang in the side of his jeans
He scrambled for it and saw her name
Mind conflicted whether to pick it up
He answered in a crying shame

She hears his voice from the other side
She tells him she loves him and starts to cry
Then it happened
She never got to say goodbye

His speedometer was to the max,
His attention was taken of the street
Head on collision
He had his life swept from under his feet

She heard the crash on the other end
Screamed out his name in an awful blur
And collapsed again to the floor
He never got the chance to say he loved her

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When you loved me, you were in absentia 
most days -- then, the phone call, 
and the champagne, cooling 
in a bucket at some classy venue 
or another, of your choosing.  But first, 
came the grilling on the hot-seat barstool,
as it were, designed to disillusion me 
that I would matter much, underlining 
how easily you could leave without

regret.  Then, shifting gears, 
you'd give it up, because I was a thorough-
bred, gracefully jumping your hurdles, 
rewarded with your pleasure, 
imagining me unintimidated, placated
by a shower of gifts: baubles of silver 
and turquoise from Mexico, a gold bracelet 
of singular design, a spangled scarf 

I wrapped around my nude body
before lovemaking, charming you with 
the child in me.  But, mostly, I remember 
we scribbled on each other's backs 
as we lay together in the dark. I never 
guessed your messages, nor you mine.  
More vulnerable than you ever dreamed, 
I wrote "I love you" on your skin, 
knowing fingers were blind.

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A couple in Love

A young couple sits together on the beach
As he holds her close darkness approaches,
The sun free falls toward the sea.
Refusing to let her go he kisses her,
And whispers in her ear,
“I love you”
He lets his true feelings show
Three words so simple yet so meaningful
She smiles realizing she wants to be no where else in the world.
“Let’s never forget this” she says 
60 years later…
An old couple celebrating their anniversary,
Wades into the water as the sun drops to the horizon.
Holding hands the woman looks at him with teary eyes,
“Do you remember…” she begins to say
“The first time I told you I loved you?” the man responded with a smile 
“You told me never to forget” he chuckled
Tears roll down her cheeks as he holds her close
Refusing to let her go he whispers in her ear,
“Let’s never forget this”

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Self Trephining

Lesions Spread Across His Self-Esteem,

Rupturing the Delicate Under-Belly of

His Thoughts.

                       - An Atom Splits Behind his Eyes -

She Dominates The Innards of His Marrow

Casing, Patrolling Every Corner. 

A Masochistic Dream Injection.

                       - Every Thought Incapacitated By Memory -

A Worrying Pain Began to Build Beneath

His Weakening Skull, His Worn and Bitten

Nails, Useless at Tearing Flesh.

                        - The Toolbox Opened With Ease -

The Screw-tip Stung as He Pushed it in Hard

Above his Eyes, Trickles of Blood Baptised

The Occasion.

                         - Pressure Relief -

His Fingers Squeezed The Trigger,

Piercing His Skull Like a Hot knife

To Butter.

                         - It Sank Deep -

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Standing Before God

Let's open our eyes,
see what is real,
offer a hand,
let our hearts feel.

Don't stand by,
and do nothing to help,
these are our people,
a bad hand they were dealt.

Help is ready,
lead them safely in care,
their problems now ours,
our love we must share.

Their future depends,
now on us,
let's all do our part,
or do we have the guts.

Not thinking clearly,
something's blocking their view,
we must find out,
we know this is true.

Standing before God,
explaining our life,
can we tell Him,
we did what was right.

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Merry Christmas

She stood at her window,
looking out on the world,
alone this Christmas,
this frightened young girl.

The night had come,
without making a sound,
as the snow began falling,
lightly powdering the ground.

Only eighteen, 
when she said I Do,
her childhood sweetheart,
and their love so true.

Ready to see,
this world as one,
planning their first Christmas,
so much left undone.

Then one day,
that dreaded letter arrived,
orders to leave,
and she held it and cried.

When he came home,
he held her close,
trying to comfort her,
reminding her, why he had to go.

He told her softly,
I love you so,
but I am a soldier,
this is what I chose.

Decorate our tree,
in red, white, and blue,
and this time next year,
I'll be back home with you.

Merry Christmas to our Military,
their families, and friends.
We love you all,
and our prayers we send......

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Busy Birds

There are many birds that gather
In my yard all through the year.
However, there is one I favor.
I wait for her to reappear.
You'll not find her at the feeder,
Like the others on the dole.
I think her mama taught her
Self sufficiency is the goal.
She and her faithful hubby
(Oh how that guy is trained)
Have come back to their love nest,
On my porch where it remained.
She showed him how to mend it
And he worked hard at his task.
Aything at all she wanted,
All she need to do was ask.
Their nest abuts the ceiling,
I bump my head before I see
If the little ones have hatched yet,
But if not they soon will be.
Once here, their mouths will open
And will never close again
Until they're big as their own parents, 
But they're never offered grain.
No, it's bugs and bugs and more bugs.
They keep Mom and Daddy hopping.
She tells him they have mouths to feed.
There is no time for stopping.
While he is gathering the food,
She's shoving it into them
And passes him when he returns
From committing insect mayhem.
Now Daddy gets the job of feeding
While Mama's on the hunt.
In this nest of well fed children
You will never find a runt.
She grabs all of the mosquitos
That her little beak can hold.
Her mate is going out for more,
She doesn't have to scold.
You will not find better parents,
Human ones or otherwise,
Than these precious little swallows,
With a love that's supersize.
You would think they would be happy
When these youngsters leave the nest,
But they start another family
Busy swallows never rest.
Any villainous mosquito
Won't have a chance to do me harm
While these persisting swallows
Have a nest on my old farm

By: Joyce Johnson 6/17/03

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1996 when any music styles created became instant hits
To much R&B, rock, rap and any other genre that fits
I remember waking up early, to see my mom say hay hun
Well, she thought that but truth was I was waiting on sailer moon and pokemon
Walking to the bust stop is in good memory like yesterday
Jump the fence then take the cut and hide out until the bus rode away
I still can smell the summers I shared with my loyal crew
Entire days of hide n’ seek, manhunt, freeztag, and any other thing we wanted to do
Once I argued with my brother because he had taken my favorite color
Not just any color, but this was the green ranger, and he could’ve chose in any other 
We settled this the way all things were handle back then
Paper, rock, scissors, any many mighty mo best 2 out 3, and over and over again
That contest weren’t based off skill or talent within, but somehow we thought the winners 
were the real men
I won the contest of men and then we would begin, every neighborhood kid chose a fictional 
character to be
After selections were made the battle royal start and quickly in and in catastrophe
Johny Twisted his ankle, jasmine was cut with a roof shingle, and then there was I 
Thoughts of Ohh man I’m the greatest power ranger ever before my mother would use her 
belt to make me cry
Im whipping you out of love she would say
I would think I love you to so is it possible we could turn this in my favor the other way
Then the days would fade
And rest for another day 1996 chaos in craze, 
Just like yesterday, yep those were the days

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Invisible Wings

I know a woman so brave and strong that married
her sweetheart and made a new home.
They were determined to make a good life,
so he joined the Marines and went off to fight.
They lived in countries so far away and had two 
sons during their stay.
Then they came home and settled down,
somewhere in North Carolina, a military town.
One day the news came he had to leave for awhile,
although she was crying, he only saw a smile.
He called her as often, as he was allowed,she 
sent him packages that drew a crowd.
Then the news came, he had been hit, a roadside
bomb, and it was real bad.
Her eyes welled up with tears of fear, hearing the
words she hoped never to hear.
Strong and determined to find out the facts,
her husband was severely injured in Iraq. She told
the men that had come bearing the news that eve,
this man  my husband, who just happens to be
a Marine, is my whole world, and has always
She made certain his care was very good, and beside
his bed, this brave woman stood.
She left her sons in the care of her mom, and
told them both, soon you can come. I know now, 
God gave her wings, but from us they are hid.

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Upon A Gentle Breeze

As seeds spread new life,
to the corners of the world,
out there somewhere,
he is praying for that special
A season is not forever,
it lasts for only a while,
now dry those misty eyes,
and put on that hopeful smile.
Between the pages of a love that
has passed,
a faint little ember,
will bring a love,
that will last.
Hearts can't be made,
to go against their will,
when one tries,
then comes a barren chill.
Patience is a virtue,
such a difficult task,
and you are it's keeper,
if love is to last.
Open new windows,
let the seeds come to you,
upon a gentle breeze,
comes a love,
that will be true....

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a mirage

a mirage of love
in a desert of loneliness
a glimpse of hope 
far in the distance

a string upon a labryth floor
the key to open
a long locked door

the solutions to problems
that cause much dismay
the answer to prayers 
prayed that very day

the cure for a sickness
that ail a child
despite patience
there was quickness of time

the clouds that bring rain
to the dry
the sun that brings the light
after the darkest of nights

such are those who spill 
love into our lives
those temporary aquaintences
with which we share delight

the company of a 
pleasant stranger
or the reunion
of old, old friends 

accompanied by the 
welcome thoughts of
what could have been

the highlights of a journey
too soon, come to an end
fare well Charmaine
fare well my new found friend

hope has left and ending
where love was suppose
to begin

they were only mirages of love 
in a desert that has no end

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Sometimes a song can take me back
Make my memories come alive
To a time when love was a way of life
And families struggled to survive
Sometimes I get a little mellow
When I listen to an old love tune	
And dream of days long gone 
How they passed by too soon
Sneaking my first cigarette
I don’t think that I was ten
And listening to the AM radio
While the Kalin Twins sang “When”
We grew up with real music
That helped us bear our heavy load
When Gogi sang “The Wayward Wind”
And Mitchum told us about “Thunder Road”
Sometimes when I’m down, I think about the past
And a different way of life
I’ll listen to Lloyd sing about “Stagger Lee”
Or Bobby relate the tale of “Mack The Knife”
There were a lot of question and a lot of answers
Some were wrong and some were right
Like “Does Your Chewing Gum Lose it’s Flavor
On the Bed Post Over Night”
Sometimes those songs bring a tear or two
But they always bring me joy
While Jimmy crooned “Just A Dream”
And the Shirelles loved their “Soldier Boy”
When Jim Ed Brown sang of “Scarlet Ribbons”
And Perry said, “Catch a Falling Star”
Dee Clark was calling “Hey Little Girl”
Johnny was thinking “Chances Are”
Sometimes I wish I could return 
To the days of my childhood
Just to hear Johnny Ray sing “Cry”
Or Chuck wail “Johnny B. Goode”
Jimmie sang about a “Honeycomb”
And “Kisses Sweeter Than Wine”
The Orlons were meeting on “South Street”
The Chiffons said “He’s So Fine.”
Skeeter thought it was “the End of The World”
Because she lost her one and only
The Beach Boys said “Don’t Worry Baby”
Roy Sang for “Only The Lonely”


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You're My Best Friend

I'm writing this to honor you because....
       You're my best friend.
You are so loving and worthy of a wonderful poem....
       You're my best friend.
You're the person I want to spend my life with....
       You're my best friend.
I was the first person that you opened up your heart to since your momma left us....
       You're my best friend.
You call me "daddy" and I am your family....
       You're my best friend.
You love me unconditionally and freely....
       You're my best friend.
You were so happy to hear me tell you, "I love you"....
       You're my best friend.
You ask me this, "Best friends never give up on each other, right??"
       You're my best friend.
I want you to have your dreams and goals and I won't deny or deprive you.....
       You're my best friend.
I will never, never hurt you because I love you and .....
       You're my best friend.

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I Meant Forever

Watching her as she sits there painting
I'm wondering what she's thinking of
when she smiles, in thought 
 or who she might be hating.
When she laughs to herself 
with nothing being said,
then she looks to me 
without hesitating,
She whispers how much,
she loves me.
She waits to hear
what I'll say in reply
before turning back to
her painting.
When I tell her I love her
she squints her eyes,
bites her bottom lip
then asks me if, it's forever.
I'll be here for you,
when you're hurt, when you
laugh or have something in
your eye or when you just want
to cry.
When I said that, I
love you that day
what I meant is forever.
That's when she knows how much
I really love her.

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No Fine Print

Into the book,
each name is placed,
a gift of God's,
amazing Grace.

Given to us,
with no fine print,
this was the reason,
His Son was sent.

We are His children,
in a world of sin,
He offers Salvation,
over, and over again.

The freewill given,
shall not be changed,
this is the reason,
for His book of names.

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Child Prostitutes (2006)

Staring head on in the face
What is happening in each corner of this dreadful place
I don’t want to say rather me that you
I wish there was something I could do
Children for sale just isn’t right
Buts its happening day and night 

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Addiction {resubmit}

I have laughed as you have cried
I have lived as you have died
I love to make you hated
Being held above as you are degraded
I steal your future and prey on your past
I am socially accepted, as you become an outcast
I am a dealer of darkness, a deliverer of pain
I smoke your lungs and collapse your veins
I'll take all the things you dream about
After all its things you can live without
All you possess will be lost or traded
As those you love become hated
I’ll cover your body all over with sores
Turn those you love straight into whores
I come straight from hell believe me its true
The father of darkness brought me to you
I am a master deceiver a father of lies
So far ahead of the game I need no alibis
I've heard you scream my God it’s not true
As I joyfully take your children from you
I'm so good at deception you are unable to see
As I take them away you seek comfort in me
I open my arms and pull you into my chest
Cradle you up till the day of your death
So can please come join in my misery
But know your heart and soul will be my final fee

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It was a day like no other,
The day I became a Mother.
Nothing else even compares
To have God answer my prayers.
An Angel sent from up above,
Who was conceived out of so much love.

She's so precious and so very sweet,
All the way from her head to her feet.
Ten little fingers and ten little toes,
Pretty blue eyes and the cutest nose.

And as we shared our very first touch,
I knew I'd love her so very much.
For when I held her that very first time,
I had never felt so much alive.
No feeling like it anywhere on Earth,
Seeing this new life, giving birth.

Such a joyous day, yet scary too,
Becoming "Mommy" was all so new.
Having doubts and so many fears,
To raise this child for eighteen years.
To keep her safe, away from harm,
Making her secure within my arms.

She's the love of my life, made it complete,
Filled in the emptiness, makes my heart beat.
She's my breath, my soul and my song,
Without her I could not go on.
There's a special bond that we share,
Which these days seems so rare.
Mothers and Daughters aren't as close,
No communication, acting like ghosts.

But what we have will never fade,
Keeping the trust that we made,
Never forgetting to always say,
"I love you" every day.

To me, she's perfect in every way,
Making that the most perfect day.
Stephanie Elaine, my sweetheart,
We will never, ever be apart.

(My Daughter 3/1998)

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I whisked the heavens for a soothing sign
Swirled moonlight of Luna’s crescent smile
Searching for redemption's last sinew
That a wounded love faithfully clings to

I asked the stars for strength of sterling sight
To illuminate the missteps of a fractured mind
Trapped in a glass garden of Eden’s broken heart
Fragrant pieces of her sorrow carved into mine

I tasted the poison of regurgitated resolve
Memories marinating on the tip of my teething tongue 
But forgiveness does not dangle on unspoken words
Which need not be poetic, but merely heard

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A sip of wine from a heart-shaped glass,
This tempting intoxicating pleasure
Is crimson like your blood,
Cheering like the wind
Of evanescent changes, 
And so I'm giving in.

Droplets of crimson love
Ruin sandy castles fast,
Making this sand the bottom
Of some new sea,
Linking our parallel worlds,
Drowning old ways and turns,
Only there's no bridge back-
To reality.

You're indulging in this,
Constantly getting much deeper.
It is as sweet as a sin
And as soft as a kiss.
It's enough for an ocean,
Yet it will never link
Our made-up lands,
Which makes me turn to this potion -
I'm sinking again.

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My Design

You’re touching me, but I’m unaffected 
You worry of what I’ve become 
Disconnected, I welcome in the cold 
It feels so good to just go numb 

All I feel is static 
Know that my response 
It’s automatic 

I travel down this lonely road 
The one that I designed 
Another sacred place of mine 
The one that I call home 

It’s the place where peace finds me 
Away from the noise, the shuffle and all the droning 
The only place I don’t feel alone 
Here in the company of my own 

The darkness that I seek 
Not of evil, but that of tranquility 
Where I let my problems drift away 
Gets me through to the next day 

Even as you lie here with me 
Why can’t you understand 
It’s the silence I find comforting 

Not the chaste brush of a hand 
Or the passion you choose to unleash 
Something deeper is my soul’s demand 
That of the physical is just an illusion 

All I feel is static 
Know that my response 
It’s automatic 

Somewhere between happiness and sadness 
Sitting out in the pouring rain 
Say what you have to say 
Can’t accept who I am 
This is where we go our separate ways 

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A Baby Was Born

Marching as one, they rejoice His Birth,
children of Faith, know His worth.
Gathered in worship, separated by miles,
all know the meaning of His given Child.
Wise Men came far, to look upon His face,
the child of Mary, asleep on the hay.
Shepards in the fields, were told to rejoice,
voices from Heaven, told of this boy.
A star led the way, across many a mile,
followed by many, to see the Savior Child.
One cannot forget, how Christmas began,
a baby was born, and Jesus, He was named.

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LOVE being felt caressively,so sexually, 
intimately,intentively makes me feel so 
radical,speaking hypothetical-ly of how it 
makes me feel,

So real,the thrill I always feel,the ideal of me wanting to kiss,

I can't resist what this is, which is you only you.

No one else has made me feel what I felt, 
get me so hot until the point I melt,

I sweat began to pelt upon each other,

There is no other that makes me feel what I 
feel when we together for now until forever.

The LOVE we feel physically, mentally and emotionally.
But just to think I'm only speaking hypthetically.

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I Still Remember

My grandmother's words still echo in my mind,
"you can accomplish anything, if you have the time."

"You can build a mountain, if you have enough dirt,
and baby remember, everyone has to work."

"You can have babies, there's no talent in that,
but just remember, one day you may feel trapped."

"You can sing, with a voice so sweet,
but just remember, with fame comes much heat."

"You can run to the ends of the earth,
but just remember, you decide your worth."

"You can love anyone you choose,
but just remember, some don't play by the rules."

"You can do anything, it's all in your reach,
but just remember, grandmothers were made to teach."

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My Unborn Child

"You," my unborn child, "I long to hold;"
"You my unborn child, "I will love forever, as 
our lives unfold."
" I know God has you in Heaven, waiting somewhere, 
and in His time, your love I will share."
"He alone will provide the way;"
"You my unborn child, are in my prayers everyday."
"I know you will be special in every way," and
fill my life with joy everyday."
"Your tiny hands and your cute little smile,
such a bundle of love, you will be my sweet child."
"I will be right here, a mother waiting to be, and
when God is ready, He will send you to me."

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Forbidden Love

A love so forbidden
A feeling so tangible yet tainted.
Tainted because if the complexity 
of this charismatic feeling 
Flesh of my flesh
yet I crave this man 
as if it were predestined.
I've seen him in my dreams
He was sent to me, and I him.
How can this be.
Is it lust, curiosity, 
or is it the forbidden fruit.
Looking into your eyes everyday 
and I see the man that I long for. 
The man I crave, the man I want
the others to be.

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The Backside Of Nowhere

When I first saw you, I noticed such pain...
I wanted to meet you , and find out your name...
So nervous you stood looking around the room...
Your actions so familiar, I once was there too...
Rejected by a lover that really never understood...
Confused and trembling, once in your shoes I stood...
Give me a chance, just a little of your time...
I'll show you comfort, the lasting kind...
So old for my years from the lessons of life...
Our meeting was destiny, I knew this tonight...
Let go of the old, and put it to rest...
I promise my understanding, you will always get...
The backside of nowhere is such a lonely place...
So thankful I found you, before it was to late...

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Fact and Tale

Between the lines, of fact, and tale,
a persons life, we know not well.
Some insight we have, but not all the truth,
between the lines, read by me, and you.
A release of sort, in our words of rhyme,
our therapy to calm, when we feel like crying.
Days will come, and then they pass,
bringing sunshine, and shadows that last.
Thoughts rekindled from yesterdays mind,
reading the words written from a poet in time.
Miles between, separate our face,
but words of wisdom we daily trace.
Explore the words from everyone here,
although very far, they are always so near.

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Old Love, New Love

The balcony of love, is the outer edge,
but it's the deep inside, where you make
your pledge.

Beauty I've heard, is only skin deep,
but it's the core inside, that's worthy 
to keep.
Looks, they pass with each tick of the clock,
and a fertile heart of love, is the only place
to plant your crop.

Love can be simple, but at times, a train wreck,
love can be worked at...or just say, "what the heck.'"

Love can be fun. with a partner so true,
then again, it can make you so miserable,
you won't know what to do.

Love is excitement, by just a brush of the hand,
or it can be the worst thing, ever encountered by man.

Love can be happiness that makes you smile,
or it can be jealousy, that puts you on trial.

Old love, new love, which is best,
no answer here, for very few,  pass the test.


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Jasmines are flowers of paradise...
an absolute work of God...
sense of the splendid inheritance...
omniscience of God to his servants...
nutrient for the pure of heart.

Nobody can be absolutely...
album, which sets no time...
The love for resemblance does warm the soul...
harmonic songs echo in the life of love audible noise...
actors are like living shadows...
nugget, voice and feelings of those who want to hear...
igneous flame that all travel...
exercise for the imagination of those who observe...
living is not for everyone - only the strong survive.

Birthdays are acts that comprise only a single contemplation...
equivalent to the jasmine garden of the Lord...
host for the coming...
real, for those who know how to love.

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He Loved You

He loved you too, you know
Loved you like his very own
In away you were
You came into his life as my friend
Through the years you grew to be my brother in arms 
Along the way you became the son he never had

He loved you as a friend
He loved you even more as a son
A son he never had
When things began to spiral out of control
You stayed when so many others ran away
You helped when I couldn’t

You meant a great deal to him
You never looked at him differently 
Nor did you treat him differently
You stood by his side
When he fell, you stood by his side and mine
You were willing to help me fight his battle for him 
You were there from the beginning 
You were there until the bitter end
Always remember my friend, my brother
He loved you more than you’ll ever know

Dedicated to close Family friend Rodney Howard. He loved my Daddy just as much as I did/do.

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Please don't judge me

Please don't judge me based on my religious preference, my hair, what I wear, or how I speak. I can promise you, I'm different than what you'd expect. I don't expect much, though that's still too much. I'm not sure if I like myself as of now, but I'm working on it. If I don't care, you shouldn't either. So you can keep knocking, but won’t knock me down, no love lost, no love found. When you so good, that you can’t say it cuz it isn’t even cool for you to sound cocky anymore,
I am myself nothing more, nothing less.
I wouldn't exactly classify myself as "normal". I can careless what you think of me. I don't like associating with drama queens, troublemakers and just stupid people.
I'm not perfect. To be factual, I'm very far from it. My point of view on things are different than most. I have values. I have a brain; some of you kids should certainly invest in one. I will treat everyone with respect, if they treat me the same in return.
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sometimes people only gain self gratification by making other people seem bad when all they are doing is verbalizing their own shortcomings and pointing them in someone else's direction, they think by redirecting there self image will make others not see who they really are. But if you have brains you can see it and they will not to play into it, then eventually it will all crash down on them :) leaving you shining.

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The Best day of My Life

I always thought that I knew love
How intense that feeling could be
But, you were my gift from above
Just exactly what I'd need

I never thought I'd be a mother
I thought that time had past
It was a shock to believe another
For I was pregnant at last

I was 39 at the time 
I felt kind of tired and old 
My doctor said that I was fine
And a child is precious like gold

It wasnt always very easy 
Being pregnant, working each day
Some times I'd get kind of queasy
But, eventually it went away

Tests, ultrasounds, bloodwork , all were fine 
An amnio to see if you were okay
Monthly appointments, filled much of my time
Everything was progressing each day

I worked until the day before
Your grandparents flew out to see
I was very ready, couldn't take no more
Wanted my child for just for me

Finally the day had come,when I was to see my son
I got up early, got everything ready, even checked your room.
Slowly I drove to the hospital ,awaiting for the fun
For this was it what I had waited for, i'd see you before noon. 

At the hospital they readied me
A Doctor put a catheter in my back
My Mom and Dad rushed up to see
Their grandchild in a wrap

I told them of my nervousness 
How I forgot the words to say
So together we as a family
We were able to pray

I had to wait for a long time 
Emergency twins were on the way
They said I was next in line 
In the holding room was where I stay

So at 930 they brought me in to the room
They draped a sheet in front of my face
I hoped my head wouldn't  zoom 
I wanted to start this race
At 9:54 you came into my life
Your Dad ran to the end to see
The child that was bore by his wife
We became a family of three

My eyes filled with tears and I felt joy
It was all so new, I never had felt it before
Here's your child, perfect, handsome, and its a boy
For on that day my love for you grew even more

The bond between a mother and son
Is a story that can't be told
To look into your little eyes, I was overcome
My memories of that first time will never get old

So on this day when you had came 
Was the best day I could have ever thought
Never mind fortune and fame
To have a child is a lesson in life that can never ever be taught. 

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A Dream That Came True

A Dream That Came True.

In my mind's eye I had seen her undress a thousand times
 sending hot flashes that exploded with her moaning
 Months before ever summoning the courage to speak to her
 I practiced the words befitting her splendor!

 She had been noticing my adoring glances as she 
 adjusted her skimpy bikini in the bright sun
 Showing just what a man, any man would hope to see
 I moved closer anticipating her charming refusal
 to my shock she answered a quick yes and our date 
 that night was on!

 I asked her to wear something sexy and she replied
 how about I wear no panties?
 My stammering answer made her laugh that laugh
 the one that sent shivers up my spine in anticipation

 It is on! We met at theatre and hardly watched the movie
 for her hands were busier than mine!
 A nice change to feel the heat of a woman so anxious
 I almost wept with joy! What a thrill! She had kept her promise
 No panties!!!
 None under that sexy short skirt that had made the other men 
 openly lust for her charms! I saw and was amazed that this vision of
 sexual beauty was actually with me!
 What happened later that night you can imagine,
 the earth shook, the sky fell and I heard a ringing bell!

 We married two months later and it was pure sex and bliss
 Non stop sex night and day.. Ahh, the memories that last a
 Nothing that great can last forever. We burned like the Sun for
 a few years and then it happened..
 The crash!
 My motorcycle hit a tree ,I was rushed to the hospital and woke up 
 three days later to discover it had been only a very vivid daydream!
 My heart broke , I was sorry to have came back to the world! Then, 
 O' yes then in walks a vision so lovely my heart almost stopped

 A new nurse. So hot the paint on the walls started melting.
 Over she floats to my bedside. I sat wide eyed looking like a fool!
 Awestruck with anticipation! She took my hand, took my pulse .

 I fumbled for words, I fought for control. I begged for help to impress
 Finally, finally I felt power return and I asked her to just pinch me!
 Pinch me! Let me know I am not dreaming again..
 She laughed and pinched my left cheek. The lower one! I felt the earth
 begin to rise. She noticed and laughed,
 LAUGHED THAT LAUGH!!! That laugh!
 That laugh came from those sweet lips. I begged for help and she smiled,
 O' that smile!
 As she turned to leave I asked her to see me again and she said yes!
 I shall return in two hours to give you your bath.. Then winked at me!
 Longest two hours of my life! 
 Then I woke up still laying beside my crashed motorcycle!
 With a broken leg and shattered dream!!! 
 Fate can be so cruel.....
 So damn cruel...... Then the door opened and I hear her say with a 
 smile. Time for your bath darling !!! Its late and I'll block this door!
 Then she removed her clothes. Crap, dreaming again I thought...
 And that is how I met my first wife. Yes she was a dream!!
 Something that great never lasts, never lasts.... 

Robert Lindley

Dedicated to my first wife.... and some of it is even true!!! 
Found this last week while rummaging around in some old files I had... 

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Baseball in Heaven

My grandfather and I had a special relationship.

When I was young we lived near his home in Baltimore.  But, my family moved away from 
Baltimore when I was five and we lived most of my life in another state far away from my 
grandfather.  Whenever he called, however, I was the one grandchild he always wanted to 
talk to so we could discuss his beloved Baltimore Orioles.  I was the one grandchild who 
followed sports closely and always remained a true Baltimore sports fan.

Later in life, I learned that my grandfather was actually a gifted baseball player himself when 
he was young.  In those days, he would explain, professional baseball players did not make 
enough money to support a family so he had to make up his mind to either play baseball or 
get married and raise a family.  As it turned out, his love for baseball was only surpassed by 
his love for my grandmother and, although he hung on to the newspaper clippings that 
labeled him a “can’t miss professional baseball prospect”, he hung up his cleats and glove, 
married my grandmother and went out to find a “real” job.

But his love for the game survived and year in and year out, he and I discussed the 
intricacies of the game and enjoyed or lamented each baseball season based on the 
successes and/or failures of the Baltimore Orioles.  As crummy as the Baltimore bums are 
today, I was fortunate enough to experience and share many more successful seasons than 
poor ones during those limited years that I shared life with this amazing man.

I always felt sorry for my grandfather, considering him a victim of poor timing.  Had he 
been born about 50 years later in life, he would not have had to pick between being a 
baseball player or earning a living – in fact, with his talent, he could have earned a much 
better than average living while enjoying the one thing he loved most in life.

When my grandfather passed away, I was sure that he was joining a heavenly nine to once 
again strap on his spikes and don the leather.  Without a doubt, they must play baseball in 
heaven.  And I wait for the day that I sit in the heavenly bleachers and cheer on a young 
grandfather playing this wonderful game with other boys of summer.

(Inspired by, “is there baseball in heaven”, by Constance, A Rambling Poet)

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She was by herself
He was alone
They never met
They didn’t know
That love 
Is space and a moment in time 
Hidden in the heart
Unhurried by nature
Waiting for a touch
Longing for a smile
Hoping to hear from someone.

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Chocolate Cutie

She is the All-American girl.
She is beautiful beyond compare.
She is just ten years old but thinks she is grown.
She talks a mile a minute all the day long.
Her laughter is so very infectious.
She is slim and trim, she is full of vim and vigor.
She cannot stand still, she is always on the run.
Her name is Gabrielle Genevieve although she prefers GiGi.
Her skin is the color of the finest chocolate candy.
Her clothes of choice are of the brightest colors in the universe.
She is as smart as smart can be, she is as sharp as a tack.
Her mother calls GiGi her lovely earthbound angel.
She is the daddiest girl of all the daddy’s girls.
Her father calls her his sweet little chocolate cutie.

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White Buffalo

Legend or prophecy, one cannot understand
Beautiful woman, a warrior pure of heart 
A message to all who seek peace, love and harmony
Seven sacred ceremonies
Sweat Lodge, naming, healing, adoption, marriage
Vision Quest for communicating with Him
Sundance for the well being of people of all nations
Harmony and Spirituality restored in the fourth age
White, Yellow, Red and Black, mankind
North, South, East and West, nature
The re establishment of respect and honor
Miracle Moon, a gift from the Great Spirit
Her seventh blessing to all nations, Chief Hiawatha
The time has come for all nations
A connection to the Great Spirit 
Peace, love and harmony
If only we believe.

“I salute the light within your eyes where the whole
universe dwells. For when you are at the center within you
and I am at that place within me, we shall be one.”
---Chief Crazy Horse, Oglala Sioux

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Don't Take My Kindness For Granted

You think that you know me
But you don't know at all
Every day you say your sorry
After that I fall
I hate it when you lie
You think your doing good
When all you cause is pain
Just tell me that you hate me
So my life won't be in vein...

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Dreams Of Reality

Dreams Of Reality
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears

A difference of a world a way
A distance of a different kind
Love is blind and divine
Hold my hand
Let us touch the sunshine
On this hill of heaven we stand 
I pray

From one another 
Life and the world will never take us
Unless it’s together
Then we will become forever
Never leaving each others presence
Our bond becomes stronger in living
With every day
I stare into your glare
Wishing we live on; and long 
Strong and healthy 
We will grow old
In a happy union together
Looking beside me
Coming to a reality
You’re not there
My dreams are not reality 
My love has perished. 

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Message of Love

   "Message of Love"

Hi Poets, Ron here for my wife.

Linda-Marie, or Sweetheart, as many of you know her, insisted I
post a message of holiday love to everyone.

She is in the hospital right now for several issues but always
thinking of others.  Love is a very important part of her life and our
daily lives so she is sending lots of love to everyone this most
cherished of holidays and holy days.

Please spread this love to all throughout Life.

Wishing everyone a ..


Thanks for being great friends and extended family these many years.

Love, Hugs, Kisses, Joy, Happiness, Prosperity, Peace, Health, Love,

Ron & Sweetheart. 

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Just to see you Smile

I find myself standing by your side.
Loving every second, I can't deny.
With a sparkle of green in your eye.
I hold you tight in my arms.
Protecting you from any harm.
My love and passion is a burning desire.
Hoping I'll make you happy and fuel that fire.
You make me happy when sky's are grey
or when it changes from night to day.
You bring a light that shines so bright.
I do it all for you to make things right.
I do it all just to see you smile.
I love you with all my heart.

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My Heart And Soul

~ There is a painting at the art gallery I have a strong affection for It is a man that calls me from the past In the year 1670 lived this nobleman Long dark hair falls to his shoulders A strong face with fathomless eyes Eyes full a passion and desire He does not smile, yet I adore him I want to reach out to him He seems to see me, beckon to me Come to me he whispers Aristocratic is his demeanor, dignified O, but could I step within the frame Be in his world, in his time We would hold hands in silence For he would know without question My heart and soul are his forever ~ Written by Constance La France November 11, 2012

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We Are There With You

You do not stand alone in your Battle
Your battle is our Battle
We may not be there in body
But we are there with you in Spirit

We are there in every beat of your Heart
In every whisper of the wind
In every thought and every touch
Every breath and every sound
We are there with you

You are wrapped in an Endless chain of Love
In every link we each send you a part of us
We send you some of our Strength
Some of our will to Fight
Some of our Courage
The most important of them all
We send you all of our Love

If you feel you need more
Just give that Endless chain a little tug
And we'll be there
Tug til you need us no more
Then we'll know you've gone Home

5/09/2014 Dedicated to my Aunt Nini, Wilma Thomas Gamble for Mother's Day. Sadly she lost her Battle w/ Stage 4 Pancreatic Cancer on 5/30/2014.

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Thunder and Lighting

Love is prominent but lies are still troubling the arch in my back is still aching  thru my core/ To calm to peaceful Today not enough appreciation from you
You make me feel less important.
 How many more audition do I need to perform for you?
 Your Personality changes like the weather negative energy creates “Thunder and Lighting” 
   Your Ego is higher then the altitude in Denver 
You are the weather that changes everyday I never knew when its cold are warm 
Today I was prepared for a Sunny day / But  like the weather you change unpredictably have me puzzled just wondering Why?
 I was not prepared for your  precipitation/ you never allow me to grasp your feelings never appreciate my love  you was only  obsessed with yourself and not my heart.  When its cloudy or rainy outside my vision gets a little blur and  fuzzy when you are around.

Meteorologist Predicate Sunny and warm air with the chances of early morning cloudiness’

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Love Will Triumph

In an era long since passed, an Oriental carpet adorning the 
floor from far off lands seems to object to the
leopard skin beneath a fair maiden’s feet, yet this English lass 
seems oblivious as she stares blankly at the floor 
in deep contemplation of her sweetheart and suitor 
standing a respectable distance from her 
with his top hat humbly held in his hand.

His countenance is one of uncertainty, quite ready to
plead his veracity and intention should her father care
to honor his sincerity with an understanding ear.
He feels a bit consumed and cold standing near 
the grandeur of the unlit hearth.

He is attired in his finest to court his fair maiden though 
little notice is taken from her stern yet loving father who only 
wants to see his daughter marry into a dignified and wealthy
family that will elevate his own standing in the community.
The young maiden’s mother is trying to sway her husband’s 
judgment in favor of the young man to appease 
her daughter’s romantic affections.

The young maiden’s mother, dressed in an exquisite expensive
pale pink ensemble makes a stunning statement of breeding 
and manners as she softly coaxes the kinder side of her husband
to appear by placing both hands lovingly upon his breast.
Her father’s clenched fist reveals his determination not to give in.

The lovely maiden spent hours readying herself for this special
occasion, the day in which her young man would come to ask
her father for her hand in marriage. She had been trying to calm
herself by embroidering his initials on a dresser scarf until
her young man arrived, as evidenced by her sewing container opened
partly as she hurriedly placed the scarf back in when he arrived.
Now listening to her father’s words of rejection she holds little hope
of a future with her beloved and contemplates her life without him.
Yet as her mother pleads her case for them to be together she knows
there is very little her mother asks of him he can say no to.

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Apple Of My Eye

She is a southern girl.
She is a country gal.
She is the apple of my eye.
Her beautiful long red hair is done up in a ponytail.
A baseball cap sits upon her head all cattywampus.
She has the most lovely sparkling green eyes.
She has a beautiful smile that drives me wild.
She has the softest voice in the whole wide world.
And of course she speaks with a southern drawl.
I have never seen her in a dress.
It’s sweatshirt and faded jeans in the fall and winter.
It’s t-shirt and jean shorts in the spring and summer.
As for her feet it’s her choice: tennis shoes or flip flops.
For all of eternity she will always be the apple of my eye.

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Upon A Bed Of Petals

                                                        Upon A Bed of Petals
                                    The fragrance is so heavenly full of romance
                            With petals smooth and colorful it puts me into a trance
                                    The light shines upon the area of which they lay
                               With the oasis of beautiful smell I fall in a deep delay
                                    The aroma of sweet beauty comes a dream
                                With motion that reveal emotions with great steam

                                                        Upon A Bed Of Petals
                           Comes a well spent year with joyous laughter and self appeal
                                   With open arms we embrace the life that is surreal
                             Comes a time that we do have to dream with petals of life
                                         With occasional choices of passion and strife 
                                   Comes a venue of flowers of many beauty with value
                                      With another part of each season we stand true

                                                         Upon A Bed Of Petals
                                  The scent of life passes through and makes new
                                With loops that can be seen in an open sky so blue
                                   The wind takes one petal or two to show a trust
                          With to passionate people lying by the petals love is entrust
                                     The beauty is that the petal lasts in memory of
                              With two people passion with love rules true and above

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Strength to Love

Hurt and betrayal, the heart has endured,
Into her painful trap of lust it was lured,
Tears from the eyes, the symbol of pain,
Again, will there ever be strength to love?

Time brings forth healing and new perception,
Wisdom and knowledge as well,
Fear has creeped in so trust the heart shall sell,
From where shall the strength emerge to love?

Another attraction, more affection, heart opened once again,
Joy she brings, possibly to be follwed by sorrow,
Whether a gate to happiness or to the lion's den,
She is my new strength to love.

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I've counted the bars of my prison walls. 3 sides of 10 bars; 30. One solid wall,
cold, wet, molded concrete.
I've lost count of how long I have been here,
I hardly remember when I got here, but, it’s been winter
for a long time.
I've forgotten what it is to move in grass and amongst other bodies.
I am chained in here,
thick steel cuffs chain me to the wall.
I've counted the faces, whose names I can't remember,
and then lost count of them
as they flash and flicker, fast forwarded in my mind.
I've been motionless for a long time,
I’m not sure I even remember what movement is.
I’m not sure I can even remember to move.
I’ve forgotten who I am, my name, how old I am
how tall I am, my features, likes and dislikes;
there are no mirrors.
I’ve been nameless for a long time, and there is no one else
here in this vast blank expanse but me and these bars,
and one wall.
I’ve realized I don’t even know what I am
and that panics me, but I know not what this feeling is?
What Is feeling?
I’ve thrown myself at the bars, clawing at the nothing
that lies behind them.
What Is nothing?
I’ve discovered there is a name that echoes and echoes In the vastness,
how do I know that name?
Is it mine, yours, theirs, his, ours?
I’ve remembered, the memories crush into me,
a weight I had not known for unknown amounts of time.
No go away! Again, please...
I’ve tried to forget,
but the white walls are somewhere out there, waiting.
and I? Why, I do not even exist.

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I can’t change/You can’t change/We are Two separate/ people with Two separate  hearts when did this road shred apart/ 

I can’t force this love anymore/ I am lost in deep thought / Emotional pain hurts/ but  when you Add mental games/ and a teaspoon of lies/ It’s just ugly as a newborn cries for help

 This broken heart lingers woman/ I am tired/ Trying to piece this love hate relationship  together/ it’s so torn in  pieces I can’t pinpoint the location/ we are too far apart / Now  longitude and latitude can’t place us together/broken hearts/ Frustrating tears/ 

Now it’s  two separate lines/ two different directions/ do you see my reflection/ reflect off this glass mirror/ Now look at my torn face as sweats falls off my face/ Tears in my eyes a whale can swim/ It’s frustrating to find a answer/ At first I couldn’t sleep/ lonely night  became very dark / but now start to feel like Morning’s  are my best sunshine

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You walk through the fields, ... I run down the road
One observes, ... the other waiting reaction
A reminder, ... a sigh on the other side
You outlines a word, ... I do not let you express your love
Maybe the pursuit of an illusion ... Perhaps the illusion of a quest

Both in one hope
Just be happy!
               @>----}-- The important thing is to love --{---->@

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A tale of two

He laughed, she laughed, together they loved.
They rode for hours to a destination of no where just listening to the rain.
Listening as it persistantly fell, drenching every thing it touched.
Each moment greater than the last.
Each smile Brighter
Each look longer
Each story better.
A memory being made by a day unmet
A sun unseen, a cloud unpassed
They conquered it together. 
A road un travelled became travelled by them
A story unfolding, two young people in love.
The rain continued, picked up its pace.
Falling faster and harder, no mercy at hand.
Creating a solid wall that no man could see through.
Dropping a hush over this new found love.
Blanketing these two souls with worry.
Darkness envelopes them as this mortal man loses control.
Careening off the road, unaware of even this.  
Unable to waken her love, she's forced to leave him in the flames
So hot, so unhumanely possible to fight them.
He perishes.
She survives.
Their love left behind.
The rain put out the flames.
His spirit is resting somewhere, atop a hill with a beautiful view, unbothered by the rain that falls. 
She will meet him again.
She will search until she does.
With no destination in mind her legs will take her there.
And there she will rest, her hand on his heart, curled in his arms.

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Rosalina is a Spanish lass,
she slipped across the Juarez pass;
evaded the cops, eluded the hounds,
and made it up to my hometown.
Biggest brown eyes to ever grace God’s green earth,
a mouth filled with happiness, laughter, joy and mirth.
Legs so long and lean that they touch the ground,
and stretch all the way back up to paradise found.
Hips that swivel, swing and sway independently,
defying all of the known laws of gravity.
A voice so soft and sweet it puts the angels to shame,
makes my heart skip a beat every time she says my name.
Breasts so round and firm they bounce to a Latin beat;
make a blind man stare and a deaf mute speak.
Puts her arms around my neck, leans forward and kisses me;
giving me a little glimpse of what eternity will be.
Sits in my lap and tells me all of her hopes and dreams,
makes me think the Lord moved heaven to earth, or so it seems.
She wiggles and jiggles and giggles a lot;
makes a warm blooded man sun spot hot.
God surely looked down from heaven and took pity on me,
and sent lovely Rosalina to take good care of me.
She’s sweeter than honey from the honeycomb,
and makes my house a happy, loving home.
So, if the jerks at INS think they are going to deport my gal, well,
those lousy stinking rat bastards can go straight to hell.

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The Dream

In slumber I lay on white sheets in the barn.
	Sweet thoughts of a lover from which I am torn.
	I can still smell the scent of her soft fragrant hair.
	To my side I find that my Cougar is there.
	Calmly he paces.
	He claws at my arm to warn me, beware!
The ghost that is floating just feet in the air!
	I leap to my feet, my lover is gone, the sorrow I feel will forever live on.
	I run to the woods and I turn to see that the ghost is closing in on me!
	I stop.
	Only a face, just mouth, just eyes.
	But calmness comes over me as I realize,
	The ghost is my brother
	How is this so?
	Perhaps it is love he is trying to show.

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I Forgive You

Dearest love,
We are here tonight on this very tentative and frightening occasion
to commiserate and forget, celebrate and remember, but most of all
to choose that path which will lead us to the rest of our lives.
It seems unfair that life provides us no map to guide us nor compass to lead us.
All we have is ourselves and the intuition derived from experiences
and hopefully the courage to take the next step.
We have been through paradise and hell together.
We have shared intimacy like none I’ve ever known
and indifference I wish I hadn’t, and we lost our way.
We are indeed veterans of a long struggle during which
our hands slipped apart and we were drifting alone in places
separate from each other’s hearts,
blame, resentment, and escape became the fog on our separate paths
and all along the way we wished we could reach out
and find that hand that had so warmly guided us before.
We met others on our path that were lost as well
and even though their hands were not quite as warm
it was at least some comfort not to be alone.
But somehow, someway an old tattered piece of paper
with the way to a lost love burned hot in our breast pockets
with the memory of that warmer hand and warmer love.
Now the fog has broken and we stand here at this crossroad
reading the lines and expressions of a face we’ve known before,
but instead of joy we’re afraid and our affected efforts to say hello
expose the pain of our separation…I have missed you so
for no other has given me the height of elated emotion
nor the comfort of an embrace that whispers “I need you”
and the physical communion of a love that once was not lost.
I share the responsibility of letting your hand slip from mine
as you do mine from yours…long ago we met at another crossroad
for the first time and we fell in love because we were attracted
to that special mix of emotions and compassion that made us feel cherished.
So we stand here again and I want to embrace you and tell you
how very much I’ve missed you, but I’m afraid and the only words
that are on my breath are “I forgive you”, I pray you feel the same…

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Losing Someone to Cancer

I did speak with them, seemed very confused.

Apparently from what I have been told,
the cancer has gotten worse, and has 
began invading the rest of the body…

The hospice nurse doesn’t,
think they will be with us much longer…

They don’t know where they are living, can't 
remember me seeing them recently, can't 
remember me talking with them yesterday...

I know that this is very depressing news,
and if it weren't for friends and family,
I would be going crazy…

For it is hard to lose a loved one,
whether it be family or friend…

Since we don't know, when that fateful day
will happen, we can only take it one day at a time,
I only hope and pray that they won't suffer, I would
 rather see them be in a coma, and not have 
the pain and suffering…

I know that sounds harsh, however,
I don't want them to suffer, I want them
 to go in there sleep….

By Sandra L. Hoban

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Your Name

My breath is short for you Milly
As my eyes exude for you Yannick
I will not flee Molly
In order to achieve the desires of Irene
For loads in your face time Retha
Brilliantly as Robert
So that the color does not come out of thee Orabel
And I see their faces in the morning Raelyn
And take what is really important Idony
Calm of nature as Serena
And marvel at its beauty Yolanda
Go beyond thrilled with the universe Oda
Power conferred on it by Ula
I admire Maybelle,
And the essence I glorify Yieshah.
Place purity of soul thou Linnet
The LORD be with you Ora
In the fortress of Valarie
And make life as Eda.

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Little Moments

Do you ever have these thoughts?
These scenarios that play on in your mind?
They haven’t exactly happened yet but in your heart you wish they would
Could just be a simple conversation back and forth
A glance across the table when our eyes seem to meet
The way you gently place your hand on the small of my back as we enter the restaurant 
Driving down a road with no destination with music up high 
The windows down low
When I'm in the middle of saying something and you stop me in my tracks and  kiss me
It’s always these little movie clips
These small moments that may be simple gestures but seem to leave the most impact and make you feel weightless
Then reality hits and I find that a smile of pure joy has appeared on my face

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My Motivations in Poetry

My love of poetry started when I was still a five- year old child When my parents asked me to memorize verses and rhymes With all my feelings and actions, I recited my poems in front of a crowd Innocently receiving adulations but not a handful of dime The first piece I memorized was entitled, “Cradle Hymn” I was a small girl sent in a poem competition, so naïve When I’ve grown up , I realized it’s a song lyric with Christmas theme So, I sang it and started to develop my good voice quite a bit When I was a teenager, I memorized speech and declamation pieces My teacher sent me in a poem contest for a campaign against drug addiction I tried to deliver my piece like a candidate for a star award actress Acting like a drug addict teenage girl longing for parents’ love and attention As years went by, I turned out to be quite a flirty lady With puppy love and sweet crushes to some guys around me When one of them got me, so happy until I forgot all about reciting poetry Relationship went long but when we broke up, it created another life’s story All my heart brokenness has turned me out to be a poem writer I also wrote few poems for my family, dreams and for close friends’ requests My passion of poetry blazed and turned out to be greater When I found a writing spot, motivated and inspired by my friends-the great poets
Feb. 6, 2013 First Place Contest: Who What Where Judged: 4/23/2013 Sponsor: Poet Carol Sunshine Brown

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They ran laughing
Into the night.
Hand in hand.
Heart in heart.

Twenty-One, and Nineteen.
Forging new pathways,
Skirting danger,
Laughing at the wind.

It took only 
A second,
A heartbeat,
For the driver
To mow them down.

It took only
A second,
A lifetime
For love realized
to be lost.

But years before
He stood next to his father
Who said the choice is yours.

And the proud young man
Checked the box
And signed his name

Not knowing
That the heart
He gave the girl
Would not be
His to give.

Seven hours
Of waiting,

Seven hours
Of holding breaths
And hands,
And the heart
Began to beat


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"Another date you and I !!"
Sharing moments ~ "Eye To Eye!!"
Lost of words and you know why?
Your trophy is to kill,
mine's to hang you out to dry.
Testing your skill,
simmering my skills down to your level.
You play like Mr Sandman, slipping me with a sleeping pill.
You don't have what it takes to pick up the pace.
You think this is like the rabbit and turtle race. 

You take up, to much time studying my moves.
"I pull the same ones, THAT'S WHY YOU ALWAYS LOSE!! "

In some games you have me  figured out.
Due to that one corner move, that makes me shout.
Another double jump'
You got me off guard!
I love the way you show me~ NEVER UNDERESTIMATE A RETARD~
King me! 
You say and I say no way!
Another game you win, when I lose my patients to play.

Every one of your moves has a ploy,
My sweet love, I'm only here to destroy.
I don't know why you think this game is LONG-TERM.
Waiting for you to move, is wearing out my new perm.
I can feel all the mass pass me by, its like watching a worm slowly die.
Sorry if I jumped twice before your piece was confirm.
But, it is very cute to watch you wiggle and squirm.

I don't like the way you bring my race with a slow victory.
It's like killing a roach without glory.
I rejects this formal game to base it on reality.
As  our minds are internal contradictory.

I hope you realize you will never be better than me.
All the games you won, lets say there where freebies.
In order to play a flawless game of checkers, 
you have to consider "" no winners at all ""

Go ahead and jump, this one's on me.
I love the way you tease and love me tenderly.
There you go with your dirty grin.
So devilish, when I let you win.


dedicated to: Nate..
Who can't keep up with my wins on CHECKERS.....

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TEARS ON SANTA'S CHEEKS Daddy's little girl is going. Daddy's little girl is slowly leaving... Silent night... it's what the angels are singing Outside there are ringing laughter, however-- on a hospital bed which was cold white as the snow lies the body of a little girl, dead. Her little soul just had to go. She just had to go ahead than the others. Her once sun kissed face when she smiles now the palest cream. Her once twinkling eyes now shut so tight. The glow of light and love she always bring was lost on Christmas night, as Santa stood in red and white holding a present on his hands staring at the child his eyes wet with falling tears for his little girl had died. ©O. E. Guillermo 12:02 am, November 27, 2014

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When I Closed my Eyes

And I ask you again
Though you never listen
Not to ask me again
To close my eyes, darling and wait
Because I lose you, and I ache or burn or both or not!
I do not know, my love, but gasp in the rib
For that moment, I’m lost
And when I open my eyes
To find you splashing your smile
Stunned, I start too far
To nudge you and urge you
To search me and touch me
Like I started, when we started
That beginning of ours
A fresh love and you’re too new
I fought you with desperate eyes
I fought my tears but not my fears
I fought my peers, for you my dear
I fought. FOUGHT .  F-O-U-G-H-T with my teeth
To keep you, but more to have you
And I swore, I swear
To keep my eye open, to keep you 

Ask me not, to close my eyes, my love
You are too new, when I open them
If you knew the torture, if only, my dove
You’d perch on me and peck my eye
Grain after grain, again and again
But not that I close them, honey

I don’t want again, to start seeking
And chasing you and guessing when we rest, 
Panting, Skirting around – 
The hips of our your collage
Vetting your kisses and teasing 
To swallow your tongue

When I look your way
You look that new
Afresh I have to renew the vow
Deep in my blood and I smell your heart 
And I want you again to be mine, and I wonder
Where were you, honey
When I closed my eyes
And waited?

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True Valentine

True Valentine
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears

A lost woman the mirror reflects
Young; and it’s apparent
I can see it in her eyes
No focus and childbearing
Just ass, legs, and thighs in mind
No marriage

If she knew better
Learned better; and
Wanted better,
He would show her a better way of living
Instead of dealing with cowards
Seek a man with moral and merit
He’s stealing your joy
He’s bringing you pain
Removing your youth
He’s playing games

The truth at heart is
Reality should be your first thought
Loneliness is not your fault
It’s a part of life for most
Don’t let it destroy your values 
Just wait,
You’ll find a true love to treasure you.

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On a quite Saturday morning, I decided not to take the usual stroll,
instead I took my nephew Claudio to the neighborhood's playground;
so proudly, he carried his brand new basketball;
delightfully crisp was the spring air...
there were pleasant sounds from everywhere...
I did not see a kid who was alone or sad.

Georgi, the boy from Russia, 
was very tiny, but had a gorgeous face
a witty smile and seeing Claudio
and a black kid play basketball, 
he asked his dad, a military guy
so confident and tall,
if he could join them...
he agreed and that kid sprang, 
taking the spot that was mine.

To my surprise, Georgi didn't speak a word of English,
but spoke Russian; he must have arrived 
to the Unites States recently, and he communicated 
with gestures very well...
making words unnecessary. 
I noticed, children don't have to speak the same language
to understand one another 
and express love through their innocence, isn't it amazing?

Entered in Nathan A. contest, " Poems about Nationality "
Written on May 28/ 2013

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The Final Confessions II

These were my confessions
(A message to God)
The light begins to fade
(It’s time to go)
Back into the shadows
(That hard black fog)
Where darkness has its way
(God rest your soul)

Nothing left to tell you
(It’s all been said)
No more songs to write
(This silent Fall)
Nothing left to offer 
(The well’s been bled)
From a shadow’s waning life
(Who lost it all)

Take my words and hold them
(Don’t be afraid)
Place them near your heart
(And heal your pain)
Shadow words will kiss you
(And heal your pain)
When your world turns dark
(Don’t’ be afraid)

And I kiss you
Kiss you
I kiss you in the dark……..

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I Am Here For You Always

My moods are affected by your moods When you are having a bad day, I feel sad to my core The bond between us is so so strong I am forever with you, my very dear friend It is amazing how two hearts that are so far apart Can be so connected So much in tune with each other If you need any solace, any words of advice I will always be here to offer help Whether it be moral support Or in any way I can, my dear friend I hurt when you hurt, I cry when you cry Please let me wipe away your tears, my dearest Friends support each other in the good times and the bad I am here for you always © Jack Ellison 2014

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LOVE Conquers All

 Scene 1 - In a cabin on the Mountain side: 
      " Kenny, you ol' Food Dog you. How was your trip" '" Long and boring. I came as soon as I got your letter. How's Chef doing?"
"Not well, they have him over at the old folks home, they want to commit him for Dementia; as Executor of his estate they need 
your signature." " I doubt they'll get that." " A Dr. Mendelsohnn has a status meeting tomorrow at 2" " Well what happened? "Chef
was on one of his nature walks when he ran into two hikers, they got scared and called 911, said there was a crazy man in the woods.
By time the cops got up here Harry was home." "Who was with him, Phil who was with him?" " Kenny, it was Black Friday everyone
was at work" " Jesus Christ, Sorry Lord. Phil, you guys promised never to leave him alone after he was diagnosed with stomach cancer"
" Sorry Ken I got called into work, Chef said he felt fine, you know how Chef is about working." Yea I know, but we also know he's 
not always truthful about his health. So they just took him away" Not really, when Mike got here there was 4 cop cars in the yard, they
had to literally drag him out. Chef wasn't acting sane. Dr. Mendelsohnn said he has Dementia, and wants to commit him to Easy Rest Adult Care."
" Not a problem, Phil, Does the year 2004 and 2007 mean anything to Chef" "Redsox World Series Wins." Right , Chef said when he doesn't 
remember them, then it's time to leave this realm 
Scene 2 - Easy Rest Adult Care Fascility 

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LVII e e cummings ------A Copy Cat Poem

somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands            e.e. cummings

" LV means Love" contrasting winds which carried particles of who we used to be circled and settled. to fold into one ...becoming us... that you are me...and i am you.. two hearts, one sun, one moon, that built a love where twists and bends, would melt into one, where eyes can't see where threads connect; a solid rock, yet soft as feathers where I can come to lay my head and cast away the darkest day, the cruelest night never will we understand the shifts and strains of wayward winds that whirl, and pound on fate's own door the knowing why is not what counts, what matters deeply more... is when I reach my hand to touch this vaporous thing...impossible to define where mortal words can not explain nothing to see, nothing to touch, just the faint breath of us a dream, not myth....that final sleep cannot erase.... so sure this breath of life we share is reason enough, that we are here
.............................................................................................................. For Joann's Contest "Copy Cat" My poem inspired by e.e. cummings poem LVII

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The Woman and the Fisherman

There was a young woman living by the sea.
Her house was on the shore owned by her family.
The house of a fisherman that was tall and slender,
Was built on an island opposite to hers.

It was a starry night when they met.
Fisherman was on water preying fishes with net.
He saw a woman drowning in the sea,
She was caught by his baits accidentally.

The fisherman came to save her;
Brought her home and offered food and water.
Under the moon,they laughed and talked,
Footprints marked the sand as they walked.

The moonlight flashed in both eyes,
Hidden feelings suddenly arise.
Hearts were pierced by Cupid's dart
Filled the place with love and art.

Came the sun rise and ended their night,
Woman needs to go home and leave his sight.
Poor young fisherman can’t defy;
Hugged her and kissed goodbye.

Days have passed but memories still in mind.
On the balcony she sits, staring on the opposite side.
So she went to the opposite island to see him,
But found fisherman and his wife and child with him.

The woman stepped back and went to the shore;
She drowned herself for life’s not good anymore,
But someone stopped her and grabbed her.
It was fisherman who gladly said “You came back” and pulled her out of the water.

Out spoke the woman, --”You’re now married, so let me die!”
“What? I’m not married, you’re telling a lie!”
“I went to your house and saw you with your wife and child!”
“That’s my twin brother”, the fisherman smiled.

Now, it’s the fisherman and the woman living by the sea,
In an island where they both dwell happily.
With the moon above, they exchanged their vows so quiet,
On a lovely night where the stars are bright.

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There is no hint, or clue
This sweet child of two
Could ever comprehend
this hug, and how it heals
all the wrongs the world has known
how it takes me to moon, gives me hope when I am blue.

With his unknowing, smiling face,
A cowlick in his hair, freckles here and there 
Who takes the air from my lungs with a glance
Skin glistening, pink and rosy from the sun,
As he comes bounding through the door,
Mud on his small shoes and face
Without an inkling or a trace..
No idea of how the pace 
of my heart bursts, in the wake 
of emotions I feel

The way that my arms would wrap around 
His small body so tightly, that he would gasp.
This well of love that I can't express....

    But of course, I don't squeeze so tightly.
      I must hold my love for him
        With more restraint,
          Keep my arms encircled in a more gentle embrace,
             For he wouldn't understand how much love
                His sweet presence stirs up the air I breathe
                   This child, this precious son of my daughter
                      Will never know....the joy...
                        how this one little boy
                          has made my life complete

for Skat's contest: Hugs

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When you don't know how many tomorrows you'll have, 
You tend to focus in the immediacy of today;
A homeless child just trying to survive.
Rummaging through dump rubbish every day.

Another afternoon in this hellish forsaken place, 
Ankle deep in garbage scavenging a dinner plan;
Feeling particularly weak and sick on my stomach, 
When a large group pulled up in two white vans.

The slide doors of these vans opened fast, 
And well dressed people jumped out in a hurry;
Honestly, I was glad that I wasn't too close, 
They were strangely awkward, I was worried.

The group spoke a different language, 
I think they were from The United States;
Most of them were snapping pictures, 
Which is something I do not appreciate.

They were drinking cold bottles of water, 
What I'd give just to have a taste;
I'd be happy with a half empty hot bottle, 
In this sewage minefield of trash and waste.

One of the strangers seemed different, 
There was something about his eyes;
He seemed to look right into my soul, 
As I stood there swatting away flies.

It's hard to describe what I was feeling, 
Although little time had actually passed;
There on that filthy hill I felt a bonding, 
I remember wanting this moment to last.

On his face I saw sadness and passion, 
He could tell I was a boy totally broken;
Existing day to day on this stench heap,
We were talking but no words were spoken.

Then someone in the group said something, 
And the group quickly boarded up to go;
Except for the one locked in on me, 
From the vans they shouted "Come on, Joe!"

He ran to the van.. and grabbed something, 
Then with sensed urgency he rushed over to me;
The kind stranger delivered two ice cold waters, 
His contagious smile was large and friendly.

As he turned to go I tapped him on his shoulder, 
He swung around I was shocked to see tears;
I felt a simple pure love from this angel,
Who from out of nowhere suddenly appears.

Walking back to the van he turned and waved, 
I took a long drink to salute.. no longer thirsty;
The rest of my life this moment sealed in time, 
For him as well, I think Joe will always remember me!

For Sheri's "Out Of Water" Contest
*He gave more than a Drink.. He gave Dignity! 

Narrative Poem 
From the city dump in Puarta Plata, Dominican Republic

Poet: Lyric Man

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You Are Perfection

All the most gorgeous ladies in the world Will never match the beauty of you It shines from your every pore From every loving word you utter A unique blend of visual and internal beauty The likes of which I have only dreamt of The vision of you overwhelms me to the extreme Beyond anything I have ever experienced Like a sculptured beauty written about for centuries An example of an exquisite womanly form Combining all the elements of perfection When I'm with you, nothing else exists The world becomes silent and still Only the murmurs of our heart beating together A supreme rapture unequaled You are more beautiful in my eyes Than all the most beautiful ladies in the world In my eyes, you are perfection © Jack Ellison 2014

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To My Dearest Most Only Beloved

 My Dear Precious Pearl,LENORE, I know it has only been a week since last I Wrote.
 Today I write to whisper my words of LOVE in your milky white ear.  
I have created a hybred Rose for YOU. A Purple Lavender 
the colour of Clover,as the field where we first we knew each other. 
A Rose the colour of Royalty,and Spirituality. I watered it daily with my tears of LOVE. 
I sang songs of yesteryear that fell on deaf earthly ears, Yet she Bloomed 
as the opening of arms longing to be hugged by YOU; My unforgettable  beating of my forlorn  Heart,the rythm of the melody. As I stroked the silky softness of the Petals,I dream, of spooning; of holding your tender warm teat in my hand; 
of burying my face in the nape of YOUR neck.Resting in the unforgettable Joy of LOVE FOREVER and ALWAYS through the Eons of Eternity.
   The Purple Lavander Rose flourishes at the Entrance of YOUR Eternity - My Eternity. 
She is the symbol of my Never-Ending LOVE for YOU. May her fragrance appease YOU 
and our God; until I entwine with YOU and "HE" for the Eons of Forevermore. 
My Heartbeats are YOURS until again we meet in the shade of the Garden of Eden. 
     Inspired by the Contest : " LOVE Letter "- Free Verse
    Dedicated to " Heather Ober " Sponsor of said Contest

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In her womb she carried her child nine months,
Bliss and joy he brought forth.
Satiate her a ray of hope in newborn eyes,
She bosomed her gracile in first cry;
Nurtured, fostered and fledged.
He grew up a young lad,
Belligerent and wasteful he turned;
Scathe her emotions and physical,
Never heed mother’s wist.
deplore her for damsel beauty,
Abandoned and ill he felt;
Whence mother’s forbearing love aided.
Spued blood for months,
And in no hope of survival;
Mother’s earnest prayer and supplication convalesced him.
Lackadaisical and Impenitent natured,
By and by he erst;
Wend the lady who abased him his manhood,
His love forsook,
His last days embodied in insobriety.
On the day of funeral oration,
Mother retold unchanging love for her child,
And tears that never dried,
Bid her son last adieu.
And lived the rest of her life bewailing,
Till one day her body gave away to ageing,
And died a mother whose love for her son
Never be bought by any gold or silver.

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Love Fast , Run Far

Patrick Kail
Long ago I lost a precious thing that used to lift me up as it lifted burdens shouldered with it's way of 
tender holding .How barren now that what has left it's mark to shame us .Just in a role and this acheless 
rage so apt a trick it lies alone as so in many ways reaching each as it denied us. Tertiary paid in knowledge 
first an icon green so paramount.Strip ped barren now and left us naught but naked thoughts of whats 
spilled a path while denying everything but woe to us the wickedness to whats yet still left so easily still 
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Patrick Kail
Love Fast Run Far 

by James P Kail Wednesday April 17th 2013
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Indefinite Love

I saw a young lady who was so perfect that she made my heart beat
I could not figure it out and now I really don't know I had to take a seat
She smiled like an angel in the heavens with glorious blinding teeth
She seems so kind and full of life and never put people beneath
I do not have a bad thought or a moment without any ease
I notice that because she pulled me up and smiled with a tease
She kept things close to her like my hand and my heart
She knew that I was just the man that gave her a good start
I never had a thought of leaving because of a fight
I will never part with her because she is my sight
She looks forward at all times and never looks back
She knows how I am if some one would hurt her I would attack
I will never leave her side with out her knowing she is safe and sound
I am the man of her dreams I will never let her down hard on any ground
She loves me with all her heart and I know this because she gives me the look
She knew how long I waited for her to notice me, I remember it was long time it took
I waited by her side when she was ill and could not walk 
I held her hand and made her smile when I told her I love her, when I talk
She noticed it in my voice the feelings with care
She never looked at me in a blank stare

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Birth of a POET

Dear POETRYSOUP, Hope this finds YOU and YOURS Healthy and High in the Spirit. I Thank-YOU for YOUR Prayers,Hugs,and well Wishes. A Very Special Thanks to Eileen Ghali
Gail Angel Doyle, Colleen Bono, Light and LOVE Deborah (Guzzi), Xegrakio POETESS, S-N,
(Suzanne Delaney), My little Sister - "Mandy (The Golden Girl) Tams), and the Matriarch of
the SOUP - "Linda (PD) for YOUR Inspiration to Phillip. He did all Soup Mails, Blogs. and Comments, while I was away. Your probably saying "should this be a blog? Yes it should be but I promised Phillip I would leave his blog on until Tuesday. He will be a SOUP member by then. He was very Impressed with the above mentioned POETESS' POEMS. Phillip will be only the third student that took an interest in POETRY. Some of YOU may remember POETRYSOUP Member, "Kenny The Fledgling POET. He has 4 POEMS on Site. I will be writing a Blog next week about an experience I had under the knife. Again I Thank my Family of Super SOUPERS for the LOVE YOU have showed me. LOVE ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Liege...Harry

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The Seasons Of Love

Love is like the flowers that bloom in early spring Love is the real reason, why red red robin sing Love is like a sun filled day smack in the middle of summer Watching occasional clouds drift by, one and then another Love is like an autumn day with colours far and wide Reminding us how special life is, this very sweet magical ride Love is like the chilly winds of yet another cold winter With time to reflect and realize, we're really just beginners Love is the ultimate expression of all the seasons of life Helping us to appreciate things, a bargain at half the price © Jack Ellison 2014

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LOVE Conquers All - Scene 3

Scene 3 - Easy Rest Adult Care Fascillity - Harry's Room

     "Do you know this Young man; Harry?" Yes his name is Kenny. "Where did you meet him?" We went to School Together. "What was the name of the School?" It was umm, I don't recall. " You see Mr. Potter he can't place Faces to his past. He may recognize your face but does not know Why or where. Let's go down to the office now, You can sign the intake papers. "NO no! Chef who won the World Series in 2004??" " World Series that's Baseball right, I should know this, was it the Yankees or the Cardinals??" Mr. Potter you told me yourself ; if he doesn't remember the 2004 World Series then he should be committed" " Chef please Think: surely You haven't forgotten "Ma Rock, Barbara Jean, Liz, or YOUR LIFE, Your Existence, Your FOREVER, Your Wife LENORE"
Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock Time stands still for no one, but memories of Time, are never buried 
"Ma Rock, finally a Mother that LOVED Me. Barbara Jean Gorelick, the Woman that Holds my Heart, the POETESS that healed my Broken Heart, Liz, my best student in 12 + years
of teaching, She died in a car accident 2 months before Graduation. LENORE my Most Only beLOVEd, soon we shall join as ONE with our GOD. Dr. Mendelsohnn I'm going Home Where I can be With All I LOVE"

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I was in the first grade.
My cute little friend Barbara was too.  

We rode on the school bus.
We were together every day.
I was feeling kinda brave and I
wanted to knock off some old rust.
Barbara and I had us a thing.
For us it was our neat little secret.
I'd sit in the row behind her
and we'd softly play kick feet.
There was no score for kicking, 
but there was -5 points for giggling.

Barbara always let me win, because she knew
she melted my heart with her giggles!
One day I got up all my nerve
and after a round of giggle feet,
I proposed our very first date.

Barbara said yes! 
Better than anything box tops ever offered!
The date was fairly simple, as a boy of seven years old, 
I was a man with limited means when it came to the wallet.

But I had sketched this whole date out.
She would get off the bus one stop passed her normal one. 
And I'd get off the bus one stop before mine.
I have to tell you, we were feeling quite clever, 
even naughty! 

Because Barbara didn't ever see the bus stops beyond hers.
She had no idea that it was a recent staging area 
for the Girl Scout cookie drive and I had five bucks.
I bought five boxes of delicious Girl Scout cookies.
We ate cookies on the curb till we were almost sick.
We laughed and talked for almost 90 minutes!

When we'd had all we could eat on our date there were
two boxes left, Chocolate Covered Mint and I can't remember
the other one, but it didn't really matter, 
that box would be for Barbara.

I loved her as much as a seven year old can love a girl! 
And we had a memorable, sneaky, fun first date.  
Out of politeness I asked which box of cookies she'd prefer to take home.  
Mistakingly, She said, "The Chocolate Mint Cookies". 
Wrong answer Barb!

I was especially saving those mint cookies for Momma.  
I learned a lot that day about how complicated and emotional girls can get.  
She insisted on Momma's box. I absolutely refused to release it! Boom!
Just like that our budding relationship was laid over into a ditch 
on Hearn Road in Phoenix, Arizona.   No more sneaking. 
No more giggle feet. 

Momma got her cookies... And little Dave got a lesson 							about love!  I'll never know enough.  But know this.. Is your girl 
gonna be trying to take Momma's cookies! 
If so.. Get two boxes not one!


Sponsor: Verlena S. Walker
Contest Name: I Was Right

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Words From The Heart

Words From The Heart

When I fell in love my heart was on fire
To be with you was my one desire
And if you love me I’ll give you everything you need
A lifetime of promises and a world full of dreams
For only my heart knows what it means
And I promise you it won’t be wrong
One love, two hearts we will make it strong,
But now my love is lost in your sweet kiss
Honey when I’m alone you’re the one I miss
And your sweet, tender love it hard to resist
Darling it's true my heart has fallen in love with you
Looking upon the stars tonight wishing with all my might
Hoping someday you will realize this passion I hold inside
Honey it doesn’t cost a dime.
And if you give in your love could be mine
I feel truly blessed for this feeling the Lord has given me
Accompany by faith and much understanding
And I know this gift will guide me for all eternity
As my heart fly by with angel wings
And the clouds form into wedding rings
A woman in love the angels sing
On and on a soft melody
That’s how it feels to be in love like me.
For thoughts from the heart are never ending

Source: Words From The Heart, Sweet Love Poem

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I Wish You All The Best Carolyn

                                                  An Open Heart

                                                 I open my heart
                                           only to be burned again.
                                                 But if I lock it,
                                     there`s no chance for future love.
                                           Open, I still cling to hope.

                                        written by Carolyn Devonshire

This is a little poem that says many words.
Having a open heart, it has at least this
particular lovely poet.
Carolyn Devonshire has an open heart for all
and encouraged all other to do the same.
Carolyn Devonshire gives everything of herself,
which I appreciate alot.
I put you on a throne today Carolyn, because you
are a lady with a lot of love, caring and are loved 
by many.
Do not forget dear reader: HAVE AN OPEN HEART!

Wish you all the best dear Carolyn!

love from Anne-Lise Andresen

(1st place in the contest)

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Faith in dialogue with the world

We have a beautiful liturgy
so dramatic and impressive 
that one may be glued to it,
be involved and participate.

It presents a new movement,
along with its recurring theme,
a celebration of life and promises
that God, our Savior, makes us one.
He teaches us to serve others,
He teaches us to give humble service
He makes us aware that we’re followers
of his preaching to love one another.

It’s an act of self-giving to love others
as depicted in foot washing at the last Supper
where it happens on Maundy Thursday
as he institutes the Holy Eucharist
as well as the sacrament of priesthood.

It’s so rich with images and symbols
especially in our attitude of serving people
these are reminders that we’ve a role,
a mission to fulfill, a faith to proclaim.

In my own country where there’s poverty,
corruption, injustice, and inequality;
it’s a chance to incarnate in reality
what the gospel teaches us to do.

Though some hurdles may hinder
to move freely and be with the poor
yet the love of God for these people
is our priority, the preferential option.

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Don't Waste A Moment

Went for a walk in the park today First time since way back in the fall My spirits soared to the heavens above Felt a thrilling surge of happiness Reborn is the best way to describe it The absolute sweetest time of the whole year Too bad it can't be spring for the whole 12 months Naw! We wouldn't appreciate it then It would just be the same old same old But holy cow what a fantastic same old! Guess we should just be satisfied The way it's been since we first opened our eyes! We should just enjoy it while it's here So get out there and make every minute count We only have a relatively short time here on the earth DON'T WASTE A MOMENT!!! © Jack Ellison 2014

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The First Time Ever

The cool refreshing breeze on a summer's eve After a bright, sunshiny day It's like the refreshing scent of a beautiful woman While she cuddles up close to you and sighs, “I love you” Two of the truly ultimate joys this life has to offer We lose all sense of time and place We live in that moment of sheer ecstasy When the world and it's petty problems cease to exist A divine moment in time that is etched in our memory Like no other, this moment is a once in a lifetime encounter Our first ever expression of love while we're young As we age and reach the different stages of life There will be many moments of divine pleasure But none so memorable as that very first time All of a sudden life has dramatically more meaning The childish games we played no longer fill our thoughts They're replaced by visions of love There is nothing else in life that equals that first ever time We realize what this big beautiful world is all about It's LOVE, sweet sweet LOVE © Jack Ellison 2014

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There had been some twists and turns in his life
The rough streets were behind him
He had money in his pocket 
No longer ashamed of himself
He was free to be himself
She was someone he wanted to be with
A listener of his dreams
Paying attention to whatever he said.

On a beautiful warm evening 
They walked 
To her place
Tiny tremors
Running along her arms
He kissed her  
Feeling the tenseness in her body dissipate.

In her apartment.
He held her in his arms
Blood rushing to his face
Feeling as if his knees would buckle
At her slightest touch.

In their embrace
Words became whispers
Hands struggled to feel 
And to touch
In passion she placed her fingers on his cheek
Between his lips
Undoing her dress 
Slipping out of her panties
She walked towards him
The power of her beauty and youth 
Mesmerizing him
He could do nothing but stare 
At the points of her nipples
The roundness of her thighs.
Like a giant wave
She enveloped him in her power.
Head down 
She fulfilled him even more
Her tongue holding him tightly
Everything was coming his way
All it took was patience and desire.

They fell into a deep sleep
Arms and legs entwined
An errant breeze 
Caressing them where they lay
Her love the catalyst
For them being as one
The way he dreamed it would be 
Just the way he planned it  
Or should I say…..just the way she planned it.

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Frozen Kiss


The sky is black as liquid ink with not a star,
     Hushed and silent is the forest this dark night;
I walk a snow covered path seeking him,
               The tangled intertwined branches creaking.

Groaning under heavy precious crystal icicles,
     That dangle suspended like brilliant chandeliers;
The harsh, wild wind takes my long raven hair,
                And my purple gown presses against me.

Every night I walk this cold, lonely forest path,
     I come willingly and without any fear for my soul;
Even though I know that he is the undead,
                 His voice, his scent, his beauty devastating.

I have no strength to fight the love that I feel,
     In a distant clearing he stands waiting for me;
His dark flowing hair blows wildly in the winter wind,
                His skin so pale it mingles with the falling snow.

I am somehow floating, drifting into his sweet embrace,
     And his dead, cold red lips are at last on mine;
In a frozen kiss and I am lost in total utter rapture,
                  Then faraway I hear a ringing, ringing, ringing.

                                         The sound pulling me back to my bed . . . .

May 22, 2014

Narrative (the telling of a story)

Entered into the contest Your Best Love Poem, Sponsor A Poet Destroyer

2nd Place

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A Love That Knows No Bounds

(Dedicated to those who have found true love for the very first time) My love for you knows no bounds It is a love that I've longed for every single day of my life But until we met, I thought it was out of my reach It has happened, that love I've longed for has happened My whole life is upside down, in utter turmoil I know this love can never be but I'm utterly enthralled This passionate lady has me by the heart strings Feel like a helpless teenager experiencing love for the very first time Oblivious to things going on around me Totally and hopelessly consumed by this obsession Where is it all leading? Are we destined to exist in this world of utter frustration Or will we someday somehow meet in person And our love and desires be fulfilled A living dream but a dream that keeps me alive Alive with the hope that dreams sometimes do come true! My love for you knows no bounds © Jack Ellison 2014

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It's Love Sweet Love

What makes the world go round and round It's elementary my good friend Love and compassion for all other dear souls And friendships on which we depend Think of a world without true love To share in those moments in life Those good times when everything's going your way Or to help us through times of strife This world can be a real cold place Without that someone beside you To help you through life's trials and tribulations With a love that is tried and true Those that know this real kind of love Are the fortunate ones no doubt They know the formula that makes this world turn They know what this life's all about If someone asks you your secret Answer love everlasting love Since the very first time these words were spoken I love you my sweet turtle dove As you can see it's love sweet love That makes this old world go around It's the reason we're here, reason for living To this age old custom we're bound © Jack Ellison 2014

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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.

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A dream comes floating - - -

^^ ^^ ^^ ^^ ^^ Spirit, a man in a crisp white shirt, head shaved but for one braid with feathers, his blue leggings enthrall me, his intricate beaded moccasins are beautiful, his leather pouch and his glass jewelry lovely, his is very dignified. I could love him. We are at the junction of the Little River and the Ottawa River, journeying into the Canadian wilderness by canoe, the paddles dipping slowly into the water, paddles heavily incised with vines and flowers. I dip my long black hair into the blue. Falcon, a man with raven hair falling down his back paddles, his feathers are fluttering in the wind, he has dangling earrings, a red cap edged with gold threads, his beads as beautiful as he is, and he is telling me stories of "The People" and smiling at me. I could love him. O, how can this Ojibwa girl choose, I love them both, I truly do, but luckily this is but a dream so I can have both. ^^ ^^ ^^ ^^ ^^ ^^ Narrative December 10, 2012

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Finding A Long Lost Love

If only I could feel Your magic touch That I've longed for For an eternity it seems Feel the love Pure and unaltered By time by distance A lasting forever love That has taken over My very heart and soul My whole being Oh how I wish This fervent wish Could somehow be real Suddenly You are here beside me We touch, we cry We lose ourselves in love Totally oblivious To our surrounding Totally enraptured This feeling has taken Over every part of me Why have I been blessed Why do I question it You have returned to me My dearest, my sweetest My whole world suddenly Is bright again With much more meaning I am overwhelmed You are my love of loves I'm your “Sweet Man” © Jack Ellison 2014
A love poem for Cathie

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I hate it when they thought I thought,
I feel pain for portraying a clean portrait,
Life is like a tray,share your cake to invited guest,
Painted pictures envisage the true figure.
Lights in the day even when darkness rule in dawn as a don,
Night of day my  sincerity is torn like a used toilet worker-
-surrendering to dirty papers.
Fear is a mastermind if you are so  scared,
Men are killers stricks when you lean on their steps,
God is a faithful father in his care I lie on.
If I prefer a chain of gold ,
Doesn't mean I like pearls.
If I'm a glittering diamond,
I was once elusive though.
Slowly I frozed at this tone,
I knew better than I taught,
I thought better than I taught,
No love as they thought.
Lovely pain beyond imaginations,
Sequence of life record play,
Standing alone is my man of my own,
Stressing the noon day,
Has reward in the hazy time.
Take me wrong I feel calm.
At times an affectionate love can be weird,
Crazy out of reality but more fantasy I hear,
Cheers to my pain of reality,
My chains of the shady truth,
To the infirmity of the day of JOY....

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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.

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Always a Dream

Always a Dream

A little fairy princess one day sits resting on a most beautiful sunflower,
And magically she begins stretching her wings for anticipatory flight
While capturing a vision assortment of most bright flying colors, 
Of one gentle and soothing rainbow promise—a shining and a light to delight;
As the ground begins to tremble and crumble underneath her tiny feet,
She takes flight on her splendid little wings—quite magnificent to behold
Through the colors of mist and the veil of magic she sees a bright sparkling shine, 
And then all becomes clear—she sees gold, and even more gold on the horizon
Radiantly gleaming in front of her very eyes and charming her senses entire.

Then a most curious little green man with curved ears pointing heavenwards 
And possessing remarkably strange and yet soft mesmerizing green eyes, 
Presents himself both kindly and boldly to the little fairy princess in person; 
He jumps right in the pot alongside her dancing a jig to his heart's content,
And the princess shines all colors of love and warmth over him under the mist 
Of a most dazzling and enchanting dream to behold, know, and cherish.

With this the little green man reveals his true nature to his new found princess,
And with a most proud alacrity bearing a quaint princely nature, he declares:
“Me Darlin’ little princess so near and so dear to Me own little heart,”
“You must know I’m your Leprechaun always obedient from this very start,”
“At this moment most precious Me knows you’ve captured Me little heart,”
“And with this you’ve captured too Me overflown’ Pot of Gold now in part,”
“With Me undying love and devotion to you always carried in Me little heart.”

With this the Leprechaun and his little fairy princess danced a mystical old
Irish jig together while singin’ and laughin’ both so gently and contentedly;
All the while his soft green eyes and her sensual eyes azure locked in a 
Most romantic gaze and affection when they began kissing one another, 
And brushing inside and both sharing heartfelt fluttering emotions and a
Swelling with a deep beauty and a most passionate love in Heaven born.

With the genuine passion-felt affection and the romantic kisses exchanged,
The Leprechaun and his little fairy princess began to transform themselves
Right before each other’s very eyes, and Behold!!—in a quick moment, the
Leprechaun became a most handsome and sweet loving young prince, and 
His little fairy princess, in a flash of blinding light, lost her wings and changed 
Into a most radiant and quite beautiful young princess with long-flowing 
Beautiful black hair, and a very lovely smile as resplendent and sweet as any
Angel in Heaven above.

Now the handsome young prince and his beautiful young princess were an 
Elegant and most wonderful couple to behold and cherish—kind, smiling, and 
Deeply in love.
The young prince with his Irish blessings began sparklin’ and sprinklin’ star dust 
All over his young princess and they both lived happily ever after with pronounced
Passion and love, emotion and devotion, kindness and charity, vision and purpose, 
Forever to their end on Earth and later by the Lord God himself in Heaven. 

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights 
Reserved (October 29, 2014) (Narrative poem poetic form)

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Sweet scented rose
Mild and inviting
A soft tease

Spurs of greatness
Flicks of trust
Qualities unveiled

Skin as sheen
Lips as crimson
Eyes so dazzling

Cheeks as velvet
Voice as silk
Feet as low pad

Inner beauty
Free spirited
A gentle deer

The calm of the sea
My gift of shells
The ties of love

A random page
In my book of life
It begun with her

A refreshing breath
She is Obaa Yaa
My love story…

 © Naa Takia, All Rights Reserved 2012

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Pure Sweet Simple Love

Personal interaction with other humans Is extremely critical to our overall well being Without it, we become self absorbed The world can seem like a very lonely place With no real reason to exist Love, as they say, makes the world go round There is no greater truth Without love, we become robotic A feeling as if something is missing Then one day we meet that person That special someone and immediately we know From that day on, life will never be the same The sun will shine brighter The grass will seem a more intense shade of green The air will smell so much sweeter These are only a few of the signs That we have fallen head over heels in love The world becomes happier place than you've ever known And it all comes down to love Pure, sweet, simple, love © Jack Ellison 2014

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Spirit and Faith

Spirit and Faith
I never walk alone no matter where I go. My thoughts never go unheard nor do my 
whispers fall on deaf ears. Always by my side waiting to hear my every thought and 
holding me close at all times. 
The things I whisper the wind carries as if to tell all the world there is a secret 
stirring in the breeze. You see my thoughts and whispers are set free. No I am 
never alone.

I have a warm feeling that surrounds and fills me with beautiful thoughts. I see 
exciting things everywhere I look and know they are to remind me of what is known 
within my heart and saved deep inside my mind. Somehow I know something more 
spectacular is to come.

Together we travel this life and hold each other to light the path and guide the way. 
Comfort comes from knowing, feeling, and sensing these things not shared with 
others. Instinct I say, “Just a gut feeling”, but beside me, although those around me 
are unaware ~ I never walk alone! 

Soaring with love bound by heaven bringing intuition, wisdom and passion keeping 
us connected stronger than any imagined emotion or dream. I know and feel life 
lessons from sensing, acquiring and accumulating knowledge given gently as you 
are forever influencing there beside me. Walk with me and keep me safe as you 
open my window of curiosity with insight, reassuring with a peek of what’s on the 
other side. Every beat of my heart and color of my soul follows a journey filled with 
open-mindedness and love. 

Knowing your there holding my dreams and safeguarding my heart with love gives 
me the strength to follow unknown paths. Courage is being gently guided over 
stepping stones with Intuition and held up as you walk by my side.   

                                                                                                     Debbie Knapp.

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Beauty of the Heart

Your love to me I am on fire.
My desire of the heart it feels.
Your words I hear your voice among them.
I reach out to touch but can not feel.
My empitness of life the void of image I see.
A beauty before my grace I fall to my knees.
My tears they drench in sorrow.
The belove I hold near my heart in dreams.
But only in hopes of tomorrows do I love.
But my every desire to touch and hold you close.
It is my dream to love once more deep in my soul.
But never be alone in darkness and always be love in heart.

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LOVE Conquers All - Scene 2

Scene 2 - Easy Rest Adult Care Fascility, Doctor Mendelsohnn's office.
                "Good Afternoon, Mr Potter, I am Doctor Eric Mendelsohnn. I have some 
forms for you to sign. This is the payment arrangement to be electronically transferred
the first of each month" "Whoa, wait a minute, I want to know why  Mr. Johnson was
sent here anyway" "He accosted 2 hikers in the woods" " In his woods, on his property, 
200 feet from his home." " The lady and gentleman were afraid, his hair was flying everywhere His beard was unkept, and he wasn't dressed in hiking gear or carrying a back-pack" "He wasn't hiking he was out on a nature walk, Chef could walk that mountain blindfolded and never stumble"" Look all I know the police brought him here in cuffs. He was ranting and raving about his Rights. I felt compelled to admit him for observation and testing; which he failed; in my opinion as a physchologist." " You 
know what you can do with your opinion" " Mr Potter calm down, we have Mr. Johnson sequestured in the adjoining room. His memory is failing, and He shouldn't be left alone on top of some mountain. I am going to give him some cognative thinking test now, your more than welcome to sit in on the interview""that's a good idea, I'm not signing anything until I see for myself that he's forgetful" " Please right through this door""What the F***, take that off of him right now" Mr Potter he is a danger to" "I said NOW!!
Chef  are you ok" "Kenny are you taking me home: Please" "Look Doc, I'm getting a bit pissy with you right now. Get that Straight- jacket off of him right now. He recognized me right off, I don't see any signs of forgetfulness." "Ok the restraints are off can we get started now." "No, not here. let's go outside" "I don't think that is a good idea, there is too many people out there to do any responsible testing" " Ok, You said he 
has a temporary room, Do it there" " Very well"
Scene 3 - Easy Rest Adult Care Fascility; Chef's  room.

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A Daddy And His Little Girl

Sitting in my car in a supermarket parking lot While Cathie was inside buying out the store I watched the interaction between A daddy and his adorable little two year old girl Such a sweet moment watching this tender scene unfold It brought a lump to this old geezer's throat The love that this wee tyke felt was returned by her tiny giggles And the happiness showed all over her pretty young face This sweet moment could easily have been missed By all the busy passers-by wrapped up in their own busy day But these charming little vignettes Are what makes life such a joy to behold If we would only take time to stop and observe So sweet, “daddy and his little girl!” © Jack Ellison 2015

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Shame and Honor- A True Story

“You want me to give you my daughter’s hand in marriage….
without the blessing of your family on this union?”
My father sternly eyed the love of my life.
I was quaking inside…
Why did this whole thing have to be so difficult?
Why did WE have to be modern day Romeo and Julliet with the Capulets and the Montagues out to kill our love? Why?

“You have MY blessing on this union. It should be enough.  
It is all I can offer. I am willing to be disowned by my family, if need be.
They have threatened to throw me out.  I am willing to pitch a tent on campus 
and live there if that becomes a reality. That is how much I love your daughter.“

My father was quiet for a moment. What a decision to make!  In a community
where shame and honor ruled supreme, he had to decide whether to subject
his daughter, indeed, his whole family, to public disgrace by making it known that she was not wanted, or to bring her joy by granting to her the desire of her heart...this young man.

My brother was not so giving. “How could you? Don’t you know the
things she is saying behind your back? You are dragging our good name in the
dirt.”  I couldn't understand him. How could he not care about his best friend's love for me, his sister? Was honor that important? I would soon find out…the silence was unbearable.

“Had I not known that you are a man of honor, a man of your word, and that you can stand up to your mother, I would not do what I am going to do now….which is to promise you my daughter’s hand in marriage.” 

My heart skipped a beat as I let out a sigh of relief.  My man beamed at me. How proud I was of him. Our love would pay the price of shame, for there is nothing more honorable than to love and be loved, no matter the cost.

For Kim Morrisen's Contest
Tell me a True Story
June 19, 2013

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As a stranger I met you

As a stranger I met you
Pure and gentle was your appearance
You spoke a touch without words
A breeze so pure like light

As I listened with my eyes
I smelled the taste of beauty beyond honey
What a feeling?
An emotion lost within expressions
An experience of heaven's true Agape

Oh what an experience to share
A beauty whose light can't be gazed
A gift priceless to be bought free
Your touch so perfect to the broken

Yes your name is Love
Your nature perfect in quality and in glory
oh Eden's first language
You're that truth I can't hide 

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What Beauty Is To Me

What beauty is to me It's the walk of a young woman in heels The swing and sway of her hips The uncertainty of her steps The vulnerability in her eyes As she feels all the staring eyes Devouring her beauty There is nothing more charming Than the little girl look in her eyes As she enjoys the attention But at the same time is uncomfortable In the role of a seductress What beauty is to me? The sweet woman smell as she approaches Nothing in the whole world Either natural or manufactured Can even come close to equaling This overwhelming potion that says love In no uncertain terms, the message comes at you Loud and clear without a word being spoken As males of the species We are uncontrollable under her spell What beauty to me? Woman! © Jack Ellison 2014

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Thirsting Heart Beats

Thirsting Heart Beats
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears

During a moment in your deepest desires
do I ever cross your thoughts in mind 
for rehire,
while you’re clutching on your sheets of fire
cold and lonely
wanting to hold me
throughout the night
awaking into several dreams of a separation
without me 
in your life
This is bought to a reality
by a lack of understanding
of a heart given in entirety 
my love, my compassion, my good times
you insisted it was all a lie
I never claimed a proclamation of perfect
I’m wrapped in your bundle of hurting and burdens 
from opposed late love
bad decisions
hoping and wishing
that all is not lost 
in the cause of two wrongs
that were never made right
giving no guarantees
so what we adore 
is always subject to a slip,
beneath our feet and on the way down
we reach a thirsting heart 
that beats loneliness.

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Here's To Love

Everyone is forever searching for love Some find it, then lose it, for some it lasts a lifetime They are the fortunate ones waking up each morning Knowing that special person will always be there Through all that life has to offer Rainy days as well as those bright sun filled days When it feels like absolutely nothing Will ever bring us down from our high I often feel these wonderful days Days of love, happiness, and quiet contentment Nothing will ever equal them They make up for all the days of turmoil and strife I am a very loving, passionate man Overly sensitive at times but that's not a bad way to be If you can tolerate my constant harping on love Then we will definitely get along swimmingly They say it makes the world go around Don't think a truer phrase has ever been uttered! Here's to love!!! © Jack Ellison 2015

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Letter to Rosie

I could tell you about the souls that I borrow,
the words that I swallow,
but that is my own sorrow.
Let's stick to me,
because after all these years you still do not see;
that what you have got is really me.
Last night I wrote you a poem,
about how lovely you looked in that new gown.
You returned me a frown.
You told me ":Let's talk about you for a change."
My writings just don't seem to do.
But what can I tell you?
I thought you already knew,
your dear Edward, a writer that's true.
Just listen, to these words that I brew.
There is not more to me, then there is to you.

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In My Nightmare I Wore A Wedding Gown

You stood there beneath the taunting man on the cross
Yet you stared at the stained floor
I was walking in the dreaded aisle unnoticed by the groom
The bouquet left no petal
For the fluttering flies took them as the bell rang
But you remained unmoved.

I was there almost
I even took the veil
But instead of taking my hand
You lit the candle
Then sprinkled water
On to the glass
Then laid a rose on my breast.

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The Job - Finale

When I got back to the hotel I knew there was nothing I could do to make this work for everyone.  Her brother was the hit and had to go.  Killing him would kill her and break my heart.  Of course, she would never know it was I.  But I wanted to get close to this woman.  I wanted to be her man.  And lies would never work.  This woman was far to intuitive for me to think I could get away with killing her brother.  If I didn’t kill him they would kill me.  A hit man never walks away free.  Only one thing to do.

I packed my bags and shipped my girl back home.  This hit was not going to happen.
When I got back I slowly unpacked and put everything away.  I had a night to sleep on it while I waited for my girl to return home.

The next day FedEx delivered her to me.  We would meet our final destiny together.  I tracked down my contact and said I wanted to meet.  We setup the meeting for 3 PM at his place.  When I walked I wasted him before he could say hello.  I walked out the door and called Anna and asked her to marry me.  Before she could answer I told her to meet me in Cuba at the Hotel Saratoga and she could decide then. 

All she said was “yes.”

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The flower and love

I saw a flower in your hand
It does not matter
which flower you held
either a rose or a cherry
because flower is flower 
a sign of ever-love

You presented me a flower
with love
It does not matter 
how much it cost
because the cost of flower is love
and love only

A flower can stop a war
A flower can break 
the domestic walls of a narrow mind

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The Enjoyment of Life

Dedication:  Thanks to all of my dear family and friends who share the joy of life with me!

The Enjoyment of Life To find the enjoyment of life For the moments we live It matters not what we do It is who we do it with As we should find our joy They say for every situation Bad times can even feel good Being with a special someone We are filled with joy at birth Spiritually given from above Most folks forget it’s there Looking elsewhere for love We are also given friends Along our allotted path To remind us of the joy Deep within we all hath Cherish your special friends Treasure moments you share To find the enjoyment of life A true friend will take you there Let go of all your worries and smile Then you’ll start to feel the joy within Though you can always double the joy When sharing it with a good friend Florence McMillian (Flo)

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Lady Love

There's a very special someone that I've come to know The name “Lady Love” fits her like a glove She exudes passion from every pore, every fibre of her being The sensual words and phrases she whispers From deep in her heart turn grown men into children She possesses an inner beauty that shines forth Like a rare exotic flower just discovered in life's garden To have met her, I have been truly blessed I am honoured that this beautiful soul has allowed me into her heart If I meet my maker tomorrow, I will take with me The love and friendship of a beautiful caring soul Simply known as “Lady Love” © Jack Ellison 2014

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Love Is Life Itself

You would think at this ripe old age of seventy-eight Love and romance would no longer be foremost in my thoughts Well that is so very far from the truth, it's laughable This is what I had envisioned when I was a much younger lad Always thought love would be much less important to me How wrong could one be... it is more important than ever Love never leaves us... we can still smell the fields of flowers Still revel in the sunshine of a warm summer day Love is everywhere we look It is on the faces of everyone we pass on the street Some are harder than others to decipher but it's there The trials of life can mask it but if you dig deep enough Love is at the core of everything we do and say All we need do is recognize it and it will be yours Love is life itself © Jack Ellison 2014

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Stephen is King - a vignette

I ask not who is king; I tell you all
it’s he who stirs the pot of darkest dreams,
whose genius then concocts tales that enthrall
his faithful fans, who relish silent screams
and feeling (underneath King’s spell) flesh crawl!

Andrea Dietrich/ Dec. 27, 2009

For Brian Strand's contest: A Literary Love Affair. 
I really do have a love affair with Stephen King (whenever I open one 
of his books or watch a movie based on one of his novels)

For 5TH POEM ON THE SOUP... Poetry Contest

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Pretty Young Girlies

Poets are a very strange breed We still believe that love is the answer Being a poet, I know this to be a fact Looked forward earlier to this advanced age Wondered what happens to the love genes Do they seep out through your pores as we age Does the sight of an attractive lightly clad girl Still start the old engine purring Short answer: ABSOLUTELY! Probably even more intense than ever Remember when you were a young whipper snapper And you're with your Momma in a candy store How you wanted everything behind the glass That pretty much describes how this old guys feel now A gorgeous young lassie Can still get this old engine a-purring Seems the older I get, the prettier the young girlies appear If I didn't know better, I would think it's a conspiracy At the risk of sounding like a dirty old man Perhaps I should end this by writing about nature Or even about hockey! Does anyone remember the glory day Of Rocket Richard and the Montreal Canadiens? Did you just see a pretty young girlie walk by? © Jack Ellison 2014

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The Perfect Day

It was New Years' Day and the rain was pouring. The plans I made for were ruined by the rain. He must have noticed I was cold because I felt his silky leather jacket being draped across my bare shoulders. I looked over and saw him smiling at me. I caught myself blushing then looked away. Shyly I broke the silence. "I'm really sorry. I had this big day planned for us but," I paused, "I forgot to check the weather." Before I could continue blaming myself his finger tips led my face perfect plush lips. When we kissed, it was like Heaven on Earth. He told me something I'll never forget. Kneeling down on one knee, he looked up and grabbed my hand. The words still play like a song in my head. "Will you marry me?" Tears poured down my face. I was so excited the words got stuck in my throat. So I nodded instead. He picked me up, spun me around, then we kissed. There was so much passion we felt the sparks between our closed lips. This was truly the perfect day.

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Holding Hands

What is it about two people holding hands That says so much about them First of all it says love and usually young love But when you see couples in their golden years holding hands We smile and say awww! It means after a lifetime of ups and downs These people are still in love, are still the best of friends All too often, we lose that loving connection When the trials and tribulations that confront us each day Put love in the back seat and we forget about the one thing That brought us together in the first place... love Try to remember that feeling and how overwhelming it was How we lost our appetite, how we couldn't focus on things Exasperating yet the most glorious feeling we've ever felt Unfortunately we lose that to a degree as we age To be replaced by a more mature approach to love But OH... that first glance, that first kiss, that first embrace The first time someone says, “I love you!” Almost nothing can match that glorious feeling We find ourselves wishing we could relive those joyous moments But thankfully they are replaced by a mature love Because to maintain that youthful exhilaration Would certainly make it difficult to carry on a normal existence But oh the memories, thankfully we still have them © Jack Ellison 2015

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Dead Man in the Curtains

Death hides in the curtains as it creeps upon you in the night.
May it find you at your strongest, as it always finds you at your weakest.
Let it come fast like a thief in the night, and let you be blessed. 
Death watches over you in the mist of the night!
May it watch with kindness and dispair, as it holds its dagger back.
Let it come slow like the last drops of blood come, and emotionally
Death is here and its wakes you desparetly in the early morning.
May it take away all happiness and sorrow, and let it be fast
Let it be your last, as the dagger of love and temptation,
as it drips away your last few seconds of life.

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Love as Defined by a Poet

Love is an infinite definition of how the mind, body, and soul work collectively for the greater good of the heart. Love is not an emotion; nor a feeling. It's justification that in this crazy world of ours life has a meaning. A reason to coexist in this universe. An answer for why we count the ways. Does she love me? or Does she love me not? Love is a compromise between what your eyes witness and what your thoughts perceive. You see; you can stare down beauty and at the same time think it will not fulfill your soul or grant you pleasure. Likewise, you may be disgusted by the sight of; but know it is the right kind. In the vagueness of its broad definition it is unpredictable. Yet it is the only power whom alone can cleanse the seven deadly venoms that sin our anatomy. Love is a decision. Shall I, wont I, may I, can't I. Its concept is understood, but in its usefulness is a paradigm you may never understand. Love is an action. You can say it but will you do it. The fire of turmoil; to fight for it will you go through it? Love is a continuous cycle of make ups and break ups. I love him, I hate her. 

It's an infinite definition of how the mind, body and soul work for the greater good of the heart. Therefore, I feel sorry for the broken hearted because they're broken in their minds and shattered in their spirits. I feel joy for the kind hearted. Because, they have experienced what many have never 
felt...A sure thing in an unsure universe, something true in a house of lies. And I admit, it's sad if they're the ones you know. Their happiness is murderous with your jealousy killing you slow...

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The Blonde Adonis

I first saw him -the blonde Adonis - at church camp when I was but 14.
In the group ahead of mine, he turned around and our eyes magically locked.
I felt so sure he liked me. That’s how I recall it anyway, but it was not meant to be,
for  shortly thereafter, another boy approached me, cute and sweet,
and he and I fast became an “item.” However, I kept searching every day
for just one sight of the blonde Adonis, whose image still lingered in my mind.

Later, I saw my new boyfriend from church camp at monthly regional youth activities,
where I’d also see the blonde Adonis, who sometimes eyed me, but spoke not a word.
After a time, my long-distance boyfriend and I called it quits,
but I never stopped yearning to know the boy who I’d seen first that summer day -
the blonde Adonis who I was later to learn was one of ten charming siblings,
all beautiful children of a couple highly respected in our church community.
Tall, blue eyed, confident, popular, talented, smart and athletic,
the blonde Adonis was a young man destined for greatness!

Ever hopeful, I kept going to the regional activities, thinking “this will be the day!”
Always I’d watch him, wishing I was the girl slow dancing in his arms.
He was the most fascinating person I would never get to know,
and his thoughts about me (if he ever had any) I could never even guess.

I felt so sure he liked me when our eyes locked like magic that first time. . . .
At least that’s the way I recall it.

For The Most Fascinating Person I Never Knew Poetry Contest of Craig Cornish
*For the Cutie's Identity, See "About this Poem"

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Second Hand Leather

Second Hand Leather
Cocooned in love
The day was frightfully cold with snow softly falling. I was not prepared for this but 
only for the warmth of sunshine. I stepped off the plane covered only in a sundress 
and sandals.  I began to shiver as I rushed for cover. My sister in laws would bring 
comfort but little did I know just how much!
Welcomed with open arms I began to thaw and settle in a bit. This was going to be 
a trip that would forever leave a print on my heart. We were going out for a special 
dinner. You see it’s Christmas! She opened her closet and took out her very own 
coat. This was the most beautiful coat I had ever seen.
This is when she handed it over to me and said, “Try it on darling –if it fits and you 
like it –it’s yours”! I could not believe it as I knew it cost a lot of money and it was 
just beyond beautiful. It was a Full Length Leather Coat with beautiful designs on it. 
I had never had anything so wonderful given to me.
When I put it on it was magical. The fit was perfect and for me there was a 
transformation. Somehow a feeling came over me like nothing ever before. I felt 
special and could hardly wait to look in a mirror as I knew something changed inside 
me forever at that moment. What was it, what had just happened?
I wore the coat and danced around in it when no one was watching like I was a 
princess. I had this second hand coat for many years and always felt beautiful and 
special when I put it on. It was the love that I was cocooned in. She cared enough 
to give me her very own coat that she had bought for herself. I wore it until it was 
tattered and someone said to me, “I would love that coat”. I took it off and passed 
it on with the same love to cocoon that person.    


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Although you never knew it,my LOVE was always there;there were many who did tell you,I 
was a son who didn't care.But lifes a funny journey,some parts are good and bad;your 
passing without warning,has truly left me sad.I'll pray to God to give you,all the LOVE you 
hadn't here,lets hope we meet in I'll see you MOTHER Dear. ~ Princefreakasso

Your broken hearted son PRINCE!

Mother decided to die without saying goodbye,didn't give me the opportunity;to shed a single 
tear or cry. 

My mother passed away a short while back and I was too late for her funeral.Just got to put 
some flowers and light some candles at her grave.Let's hope the good Lord blesses and 
keeps her until we meet again.

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He Whispered

                                             He Whispered!
Finally I was going to get what I had long anticipated. Taking me by the hand he gently yet with urgency pushed me onto the bed. Climbing in quickly he whispered, “I’m going to make you mine.”
  Without hesitation he stretched my arms above my head and positioned himself firmly at my core. Kissing me he paused to whisper, “There’s no turning back”. 
  Deep inside a passion burning, filling me with such pain and pleasure; I would do anything as long as he didn’t stop! He had control; driving me crazy, only please escaped my lips. I heard him whisper, “I’m never letting you go.”
  I couldn’t believe how good he felt or that he had such control of me. As long as he was taking me, giving me what I so badly wanted he could do anything. Just don’t ever stop! He told me never tell him no. I needed this man who’s forceful and sexy yet I knew would never do me harm. Bringing me such pleasure I could hardly breathe; then he whispered, “I love you.”
  Sharing pleasure and exploring fantasies passionately he then whispered, “Your mine.”
                                                                                Debbie Knapp

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Lost in Loss

The fog hung thick about him.
So thick he could shove it aside.
It clung to him,
As young love clings to an even younger kiss.
An enduring memory, that in deed was all to brief.
It wrapped him in a sense deprived embrace.
Foreign arms in his all too familiar and fragile world.
Shaking the perilous cliff,
That his courage balanced upon.

He was suddenly assaulted,
By the smell of burnt pine and hemlock,
The sound of burnt and hacking screams,
The sound of a monster roaring... Consuming.
It's frame lit up the world around it,
And in the process forever darkening his.

He approached the long dead skeleton.
That once was his home,
The purpose he once had,
And the void that had replaced it.

The grey film soon broke.
The sun stretched down to bathe him in the clarity he had once known.
Reaching to help him.
But, the light was always reaching.
Trying to break through, dampened isolation.
The fog, perpetually inside him.
Dampening the fires that once brought meaning,
Embracing him... taking from him.
As it once took from him.

The fire of life that had once given him purpose and meaning,
Now just a smolder, continually dampened by the fog
Taken roost in his soul.
The fire of his life, his fate that had looked so bright,
Devoured by the worldly conflagration made
Of heat, 
And wood, 
And screams.
Now just a charred skeleton of what once had been.

He called to his daughter,
With the pain of cagastric ruin,
"Come on, time to go."
Now just a smolder of what once had been.

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Confession of a Friend

You are the moon in my night
And my sun that shines bright
You guide my way
And lift the clouds so grey.

You are my vessel in the sea,
Humble and small enough for me,
Yet in the storm you are strong,
You dance with the waves while I sing a song.

You are my best friend,
And as friends we'll forever be,
But as friends, I don’t want anymore to pretend,
Because Eros had mistakenly hit his arrow on me.

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In memory of Bob

In memory of Bob
A true story.

It was in spring of two thousand when I first saw Bob. I’d just started working at Perth Dental hospital, and in fact it was my first day there. I walked up to the front door of this building, but it wasn’t yet opened. So I turned around and went to sit in the bus shelter which was just outside the building. As I went to sit down I noted a dark skinned gentleman sitting there with a happy, benign look on his face. He was about five feet eight give or take a little, and he was rather a thickset man who looked like he’d done his fair share of hard work in his sixty years or more.

     There was something about this Gentleman that I could not quite put my finger on. He had a certain charisma about him; not the phony kind of charisma that one seen in the car salesman or the philanderer who messes with women’s heads, no, Bob had a kind of friendly smile for everyone that he met, and he seemed to draw people into him with his love, and gigantic heart. I knew as soon as I met him that Bob was most definitely for me.

      As Bob looked at me and smiled, the whole world seemed to open up. He said “Ow ya  going mate” in a loud ebullient manner, then we started to chat. Bob was like myself, a thinker, and straight away we started philosophizing about this, that, and the other, and it was like we had known each other forever. Then all of a sudden I found Bob talking about death, and the difference in the way the Maori people faced death, compared to the rather the silly way us white folk look at the subject with great fear in our hearts. Now this had always interested me, and  somehow it just seemed natural to talk to this Maori gentlemen on this subject, and we spoke about it till the doors opened and it was time to work.

      I don’t think anything happens just by chance, and I definitely have this feeling that Bob and I were meant to meet, and I really think this was a major destiny thing. I have found during the course of my life,  that as I am aging, I can feel something pushing me into a certain direction, and I always felt that Bob was part of all this; and I had much to learn from him. Although I have never believed in organized religion, and never followed one I have always felt deeply spiritual, and I have met many people who I learned from, and Bob was most definitely one of them with all his great wisdom and patience. As I came to know Bob, we had many dialogues together, on many subjects. Bob used to love music and could always have time to plonk away on his guitar. He used to come round to my place and we would play songs together, though both he and I were no Eric Clapton’s, I would bang around on my guitar and play the harp, while we would both take out turns at singing. We’d have a smoke or a beer or two, and we’d play songs all day long,  ahhh, I remember those days well, the memories are so strong.

     Bob was one hell of a man, I could tell that he had been a wild one in his youth,
But when I knew him in his sixties he was an icon of wisdom and virtue; he had a kind word for everyone, and gave all his time to anybody who needed him, always.
He used to hear me waffling on like an idiot, trying to make him like me [as I always did] but never once did he tell me how foolish I was, he would just smile knowingly at me. He used to stand there at the window for hours, just drinking in the trees, or the clouds in the sky, and yet he was so aware, I used to try to sneak up on him; it couldn’t be done. His awareness was incredible.

     Then one day Bob fell ill with terminal cancer, and he knew that he had very little time left on this Earth. He lay there sick for days in intolerable pain,  but you never heard one complaint from him, even when he only had days to live, he was still worrying about the welfare of others. When the day finally come for Bob to leave his shell; he was lying there in deep sleep, when all of a sudden he woke up, with a smile on his face. His children asked him ‘Dad, do you want some pain killers” Bob laughed, compassion written all over his face, and he said to them ‘Not one of you has a clue, have you’ and he died with a big smile on his face.

   His daughter got in touch with me, and told me about his death, and also told me that his last wish was to have me watch his soul leave his body. I felt very honored about this and went and sat with his body [as Maoris do]. I got the most peaceful feeling come to me [which I presume was his spirit leaving his body] as I watched his silent body, a Mari war stick and a beautiful rose lay across his chest. I still see it, and I feel blessed by it. He was my Maori warrior, and I adored the man.

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The Silence of Her Eyes

Much harder to bear
Than the absence of words
Was the silence of her eyes
There were no shades of love
In their depths
No dawning light of recognition
No glint of passion
No pooling of pain
In the form of tears

Her eyes had taken 
A vow of silence
Focused on the hospital wall
And there he sat
Dying beside her
As psychologists came and went
And the silence hung heavy
On his heart

He looked at her bandaged wrists
His slit heart
Still bleeding
His thoughts still reeling
Yesterday’s events still 
Fresh as her wounds
His daughter’s screams
Still filling his ears
The sight of her
In a pool of blood
In the bathtub
Still replaying
On the screen of his mind

He sat by her bed
Reached for her hand
Felt nothing
How long he had struggled
To ease her troubled mind
With his love

The only sound
That filled the room
Was the sound of the wracking sobs
That suddenly burst from his frame
He buried his head in his arms
Shutting out the pain
Letting it all go
As his tears soaked
The hospital sheet
Of her bed

He felt a hand on his head
His hair moving
To a familiar caress
That now paralyzed him
Could it be?
He breathing ragged
He slowly lifted his face
Wiping his tears
Hoping to see
Hoping to hear
A sign of life

He eyes focused on her face
His blood racing
His heart hearing
Her eyes speak...

A lone tear
Left the pool of her eyes
Hung an eternity on her lashes
And was unleashed
Bringing with it a steam of others
Released from her eyes
A pool of deep love
Shimmering, alive
Recognition of a long lost time
Dawning in her eyes
Her eyes spoke
Words of hope

He smiled through his tears
Gently moving onto her bed
He gathered her in his arms
Hoping she would hear
The language of his heart
The beating of love
The language of his arms
The shelter of love
The nearness of his body
The warmth of love

He prayed she would hear 
She would believe
She would understand
His language of love
Those very words
He had heard
Her eyes speak…

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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A Dragon's Tale

Rally around the campfire
in the dark of a summer night.
Tell some interesting old stories 
and cook by a campfire light.

Skewer some slender juicy hotdogs  
maybe puffy marshmallows too.
Make them crisp and really gooey
to last until the blaze is through.           


Once knew a dragon with a tale
of a sweet damsel in distress.
Caged dragon fell madly in love
so knitted a sleek wedding dress.

Damsel said, “I cannot marry 
a love sick dragon in a cage.
For I am just a mere sixteen
and you are more than middle age.”

The dragon looked rather perplexed
didn’t know what to say or do.
He stomped, roared, and snorted fire
“I want to wed your mother, not you”!

The damsel looked extremely shocked
to say the least, she was outraged.
Her mother has not said a word 
on being in love or engaged.

The girl turned bright red from anger
that he was not thinking of her.
She was jealous to say the least
what she did next caused quite a stir.

Girl found key to unlock cage door
climbed inside and locked it behind.
Mother returned, found teen daughter
quite caged and forever confined.

Don’t wish for something that should be yours in the first place, 
you might end up with it…

A way to ward off suitors is to lock your teen daughter up with a dragon…

Copyright © 2011  By Caryl S. Muzzey

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Miss Agada

             "A Hearty poem".

First of all, writing this poem
At home won't rhyme,
It is evening and everywhere is noisy.
The Cocks, the goats and the playing children
won't give me fresh air.
I need the solitude of the mountaintop's atmosphere,
To make me so true, to open my heart
That without miss Agada, I'll always be blue,
I am stuck to her like glue, give me a clue 
Why i should not  adore her?
Don't even start because i won't buy it!!
For she lightens my smile
And brightens my style,
She kiss my pains away,
Her presence is worth it.
For miss Agada wrought my joy,
Leave me on this mountaintop,
I'll stay here and keep thinking
To keep singing for her, praises of joyous singing.
I'll stay on this mountaintop'
Looking up and feeling high...
For her love is enthusiastic.

by; Charles Melody (Lightning Ink).

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   at first glance my heart leapt within me
  i felt a sensation i never once fell victim
you stole my heart and i had to get it back

  i unleashed upon you the gift of my mouthpiece
 even Shakespeare would have given me my due
     with the eyes of a lamb you invited me
to share the beauty spot of you gorgeous heart

       you came knocking at my door step
        at the eleventh hour my ark angel  
        made my life a blossom of Lillis
 once in a lifetime i experienced heaven on earth

      exchanging rings inspirited our love
    beautiful like diamonds Rihanna did say
  our love proved spherical for it had no end
      till that day you left without a word

  under the wreck of a monstrous machine
    you left me for the land of the leals
 for even the gods adored you more than i
    and the paradise curtens fell 
    a paradise too short  indeed

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Black Widow

There’s a dark place
Dawn has never been
Only pain can see
Deep within
I hear your candle
Drips of discontent
Your beaded breaths
Night's naked din
Thoughts grow cold
Scent grows dim
Window of hope
Cracking within
I feel your footsteps
Your cheek against mine
Rain bled palms
The emptiness of wine
Rust creeks by
Shadow grows thin
Dust of tomorrow
Deadbolted within
If I learned to speak
If you broke my fall
Could I touch your face
Widow on my wall

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Baby Mermaid

It was down on Bayou Rumpawpaw
where the self proclaimed semi-professional
fisherman Dub “Stinky” Crank first met
the lovely young mermaid by the name of Jewel.
She swam right up to Dub’s old rusty boat
and popped her head out of the water.
It was a fantastical sight to see
and I know this to be a natural fact
because I was there in the boat with him
when the whole dang shebang went down.
For good old bayou boy Dub it was
love at first sight despite him being drunk.
We didn’t have a very good day of fishing
that day which sort of teed me off at the time.
We only caught a few daggum goggle-eye
before the mermaid incident took place.
It worked out pretty darn good for Dub
and he is my very best friend so in
the long run I say heck the what.
After a short bayou soaked courtship
Dub and Jewel done went and got hitched.
I was best man that day and I have to admit
it was a very interesting but strange event.
The two had the love itch really big time
and nine months after the wedding gala
a baby mermaid came swimming into this world.
They named the little bayou beauty Coralee.
I told old Dub that those swimming lessons
we both took when we were young
would come in handy some day.
I still don’t know how the two did
the mating thing and it’s probably
best for my sanity if I never do.

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Love is a like a long weekend

Sleeps in and phone  muted

No one else is important but themselves

Window shopping on a Saturday

Drinking wine during an evening meal

Her eyes

And those eyes dark as a piece of coal

And as I work and Bee come

Sunlight turns them into honey

Eyes that see my different point of view

And they look at me with undeserved love

Those lips

And those lips that words of love come

Lips that desire to be kissed and sweetly

And love to be dressed in colors

That wait for me with kindness

Patiently smiling at my uncomfortableness

But Life Weakend

And so the pressure mounts as does Himself

Weakend by gravity the sags come

Their bodies get weak but their love survives

But not a day,week or moment goes by that isn't filled with love

But the weak inherit the world in the end


Just playing on the words...for fun

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Love Is Life Itself

One can tell by the fields of clover That adorns the hillside The scent of jasmine, the taste of honey We only need stop And observe all the wonders of the world To realize how much we have to be thankful for The soft warm breeze of a summer morning The snow that covers the trees and rooftops Like a cozy warm blanket Curling up with a good book on a rainy day A puppy who's over-the-top happy To see you when you return home A symphony by Mozart caressing your ears The purring of a kitten The shimmering sunlight on the lake The first robin of spring All these things and many many more Make us realize what a wonderful place This old world is and will always be Love is life itself! © Jack Ellison 2014

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Seeking the Sun

His voice is the same voice
when I hear you
I taste a song of time
Why do not you listen to me?
Return to me
in the form of a bird
I listen to your voice
in time, in space, at infinity ..
his voice, my voice ..
Just to tell you
I love you, ...
I love you, ...
I love you, ...
back to me!
The memory will bring you
to me from another dimension
do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, si, do, ...
I will find the musical note
to bring you back to me
I'll build a spaceship
to get you on Mars
a potent submarine
to plumb the depths of the ocean
and rescue his soul
Just to tell you
I love you.

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Just when I thought it was over
You unleash the storm
Seething underneath your deep skin,
With the venomous look, you send me packing
to the land of silence and calm

Just when I thought it was over
	You curiously whisper into my deafened ear
	Sending the message of cautionary
	Yet, I thought it was concern
	More of a cover-up
	Once again, you sealed the vacuum

Just when I thought it was over
	You stir up the raging heat at heart
	It had been long forgotten
	but here we are again
	breaking my cloud of silence
	calling me back from the land of absence

Just when I thought it was over
	I’m dumb-folded by the broken cloud
	dropping like the hailstorm ,my words
 rumble in the silence
	falling with the thud of “enough is enough”
	with unshaken confidence yet feeling so inadequate.
	I empty my dismay

Just when I thought it was over
	Your words, falling like the rain,
	cut through my tender broken heart.
	Say no more..I need not hear more,
	my situation is clearly defined now,
	that it was never over

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What Is Love

What Is Love 
   by Edmund Siejka

My parents argued frequently
So love was an elusive something 
Usually found in someone’s else’s home
In high school 
A little more sure of myself
I dated my first girlfriend
In the go- go decade of the sixties
When Kennedy was President
And the race to the space
Was on
In working class neighborhoods
Sex was a taboo subject
Ours was a puppy love
Holding hands
Making out 
Heavy petting
Gail was intimidated by the city
Rarely ever leaving her Queens neighborhood
I, more adventurous
Worked in  Manhattan as a  messenger
My simplistic view of life
Was Midtown was Midtown
Above was Uptown 
And somewhere near the misty Harbor
Hedged in a hodge podge of narrow streets
Was Downtown
Oh yes, there was another simplistic truism  
Don’t  knock up your sixteen year old girlfriend
Eventually when we split
She cried 
And behind her back
I choked on my tears.

Going to college under the GI Bill
I lived in the East Village
One night a couple introduced me to their friend
At a place that later became CGBG’s
She was quiet and ignored me
After our second meeting
She asked me to go with her to another place
Seated in a booth 
Drinks on the table
I felt eyes on me
Especially from the tall well dressed waitress
Whose arrival was announced by the fragrance 
Of sex scented musk. 
It turned out my quiet date
Was a poet/artist
Some years older
She knew everyone in the art world
She drank a lot
But I was not known to pass up a drink
Sex, a necessity
Was often expected
She gave me advice 
Introduced me to artists
But despite the casualness of the people
The first names
And pretty smiles 
I soon realized that the art world
Was a world within a world
Of dog eat dog 
Lost, she needed to find herself 
And I was just too young to take on the added burdens of stepchildren,
House and home.

Judy was a no nonsense woman 
Who went through the motions of sex 
Our mornings were awkward with not a word being said
She didn’t drink
Which in my jumbled way of thinking
Was odd  
I could never talk to her
It was then that I began to doubt that
Sex and the bar scene was the way to go
Some weekends I just stayed home
Or drank with my buddies.
Our conversations inevitably coming to  
What was a good relationship
And what did we want to accomplish 
Once we hit thirty. 

I met Elaine
It was the ease of how we met
No pressure
No lies
It just happened
But what was the key to our relationship?
Good movies
Holding hands
Being together
Or was it that I finally grew up
Ready to accept responsibility.

I trusted her
I listened to her
She was on my side
Maybe that’s what love is?

Whatever defines love
It’s something the great philosophers can’t explain
A compound of many things
Mixed up in some crazy laboratory
Stronger than any emotion
Ever known 
That binds one person to another
And allows two people to live as equals.

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The Woman In White

It was a cold and rainy night.
The stars were shining bright.
It seemed as if the world was at a pause and not a person was in sight.
I sat quietly in my car, 
the sound of music I heard blasting from a far.
I opened my door,
stepped out slowly and looked around.
Now suddenly the music stopped,
not a word is heard, not even a sound.
I turned my head, looked over my shoulder,
I saw a woman running.
She was wearing a white gown.
I couldn't help but wonder why this woman running
flaunted such a frown.
I followed her footsteps,
I listened for the sound.
Running through the darkness,
one question came to mind,
Who would leave this woman?
Who would be so heartless?
How can someone leave her when she is so obviously distraught?
Abruptly a sound was heard.
I came to a stop.
I listened closely.
It was a gunshot.
Now fearful I stood.
I began to run as fast as I could.
I ran so fast, I could hear my heart beating.
I came upon my car and noticed a woman bleeding.
She was gasping for air.
Someone had shot her and left her to die there.
It was as if they didn't even care.
She reached for my hand,
whispered softly to me
"never trust a man"
At that moment her hand dropped.
I knew her heart had stopped.
I looked at her white gown now dripping red.
I I cried to myself and pondered what she had said.
This could be me.
I could be lying here dead.
I will remember her words always.
They will haunt me for the rest of my days.
This moment I will never forget.
No man should ever be such a threat.

This was the day my life would change.
From this day on I would never be the same.
The lesson I learned here,
never have such fear.
Fear that will keep me from being free.
I learned that I can be happy just being me.

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great aunt, kissed me yesterday
after bidding fond adieu's 
to fleeting flashbacks of youth

streaks of invincibility 
stiffened her spine when a gentleman came calling
courting her future
a legitimate suitor
awkward member in good standing of the Chicago Fire Department 
man unaware of the elements due to generations of Irish breeding
mule, mick, jackass, workhorse, turf-cutter, he responds to all 
these stones of rough leathered hands... make him free 
to cast a roving eye, flash a quick smile
share a wink with a girl hanging laundry out back to dry

aunt kissed me today, longer
holding on to that sweet floating feeling
that anything might happen and would
when the Holy Trinity cuts her a break
if Paddy can turn the other cheek
oblivious to water that Mary's mother threw off the back porch
onto his only brown suit 
onto his pride
onto Halsted Street
bright Sunday morning of June

The triplets had ruse in motion
ascetic, etched from strict culture
preordained her new life of solitude

Paddy, fresh off the boat
wet behind the ears 
soaked in shame
never came back
auntie grieved
will always kiss

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My Story Telling Can You Trust Me

Gun fire all around, bombs going off in the distance
It was some of the angry mobs and resistance
Father was the king of SafeHaven a small kingdom
Like all other kingdoms it fell in random
Fire started in the castle
And along with it came a battle

It was a distance memory now because the child has now grew
Many things in this child that made memories stew
My name is Mastrey, a young orphan who was there that night
Mastrey saw her in the distance and her father and mother in his sight
Everyone was loud that night and made all the children hide
But that evening Mastrey saw her mother and father die

She ran into the bushes in such a fright
And evil doers were running around with flashlights
Mastrey remember it as he distracted them 
Her eyes was so confused with problems
Mastrey new that it was because of what just occurred
His feelings of what those people did was not awkward

The distraction worked, he went back to were she was
Hiding and very scared she was, he asked her, can you trust me just because?
Her answer that night depended on her lively hood
As Mastrey was their with his hand reaching out to her as he stood
Pulling her up from the ground he looked into her eyes that were SeaBlue
Mastrey had made a life long friend and love, She knew it was true

Next: My Story Telling,  Who is this Princess

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After all the laughter 
After they all go home
Things go back to normal
And I know I’m all alone

At length I ask myself
How long will this memory last?
‘Cause when I’m by myself
My thoughts are in the past

I know how the poet dreams
I know how the lovers kiss
I think of your love tonight
I know I’ll truly miss

If I could do it all again
I’d try to make it right
I would hold you real close
Loving all through the night

Unless this mem’rys shaken
Perhaps by another one
Tomorrow these saddened eyes
May never meet the sun 

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Christmas Rebels (2).

But night’s bell came with tears and without love,
As our bamboo door talked,
Before my voice could speak,
Legs ruined down my door,
Then eyes in different heights
In the starry night like 
Torch lights… attacked 
Me with their voices.
They came in mass,
Some brandishing cutlass,
Some matchets, guns and arrows.
Gang upon gangs,
Displaying their flags,
Blood stained, tattered, hair, shaggy.
They held human heads for their 
Oracles of war.
They were muttering songs as if 
Forced to sing,
They had leaves and grasses in the 
Middle of their mouths, they were mostly teens, 
They were the Hausa rebels… 
“Wait! Wait!! Wait!!!
Where are the bells?
Is this day not Christmas?”
I was asking myself,
A short tick man came out of the mass,
Not looking like human,
He looked backed at the rest,
Feeling like the best.
He weakened my hear drums 
By the manner of his question,
“Hausa or Birom?”.
To send my religion to the bottom?
Whom for this day, is Christmas? 
And sweet Messiah’s Calvary at Golgotha?
I wasn’t prepared for that, 
So the truth came out like a blast
“Yee! Yee!! Yee!!!
Enemy tribes” they shouted 
Like savage talking drums.

(To be continued in the next, same Poem).

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Robbing the Nest

I had survived how many summers? Five?
Six? 'til, self-taught, I learned at last
of terror that lurks in situations
which those I trust (myself included)
would swear offer only perfect safety...
My ball rolled under my Grandma's house
and I, well-guarded, scuttled after to retrieve it,
mindless of the tarry soil fleeced with fluffy,
small red feathers, newly molted by matrons:
hens that clucked contentment,
set upon their hidden egg troves.
Spying their nests, I thought to rob them
and so earn a Grandma's love for a city boy
unversed in country ways. Thinking, I acted,
reaching for a nest unoccupied,
half hid behind a house block.
I closed my soft, expectant hand
upon a wriggling creature coiled among the eggs,
drew back like lightning to watch
a brightly spotted snake slide off
into the farther, deeper darkness
amid a squall of squawks.
Emerging empty handed, terrified,
it wasn't Grandma's love I earned that day.
I have always since encountered similar brilliant colored
dangers whenever I have thought to grab,
for myself or others, unclaimed treasures
in strange places, in warmer or in cooler weathers.

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Finally..Mr.Whitman, I understand as my journey is symbolic to yours; but, through my poverty-strickened doors. Fighting your human instincts... while learning your internal glow within. Frightening, enlightening, inviting his omnipresence in and as your reward he transforms you into him. Breathing your FIRST breath again. Loving life from the core of the earth to the pull of the moon. Stuck in the middle yet understanding all of the connectivity; because I'm living in a state of Divinity.

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One Word Is Worth A Thousand Pictures

One word is worth a thousand pictures Wait a minute, don't think I've got that right BUT HEY! That works too if that one word is LOVE It conjures up all sorts of heart warming scenarios Love between parents and their children Love of a Golden Retriever as she greets you at the door Love of nature in all its grandeur Love is waking up each morning to another sunshiny day Love is a late night stroll on the beach Love is THE one word that separates us from all other creatures Love of all the joys and experiences life has to offer Love is the be all and end all The meaning of life on earth, the driving force Our reason for being... everything else is superfluous Without love, life has no meaning Yes... one word is worth a thousand pictures! © Jack Ellison 2014

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A Lover's grief

A Lover’s grief

I was, all alone, in the life,
Passing my worthless time,
You came and sat by me
My heart did a worthy crime.
I thought of you, days and nights,
Planned with you, shades and lights,
My heart felt promising you,
My beloved guest, in all tough moments,
Please trust on this caring host, 
I will be there to think of you.

Then we met, again and again,
Just to make, our bonds strong,
It seemed, as if, my tuneless life,
Started humming, a lovely song,
Those moments were such sweet and cute,
I forgot, that life’s character, is to be brute,
You shared your sorrows with me,
I assured you, don’t worry, my dear!
Whether, it be spring or frost,
I am there to think of you.

In midway, you left my hand,
Invisible, were the ways for me,
Timeless, were my lengthy nights,
Hazy, were the days for me.
The last dry leaf of autumn that year,
Got wet of my despaired eye’s tear,
When you held someone else’s hand,
Desolated me, rejected me, and my dreams,
And said “get lost”,
I were there to think of you. 

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I believe
In the promise of yesterday
The reflection of tomorrow
The precipice of your pouty lips
The sheer of your jagged hips
Eternity blinds the depths
Of pain's echoing eclipse

I forgot
Why the sun never lies
Silence washing over me 
Like warm chestnut eyes
A whisper of winter
Swirled in your touch
A fall to remember
A contour to clutch

I watch
To hear your sweet name
The leer of your tipped chair
The saunter of sideways hair
Throw around legs
Curled naked feet 
Tapping the open perfumed air

I felt
The fingernails of your fire
Midnight's moaning barbwire
Teeth baring shadow lit drapes
Lust found in fogged disgrace
The night forever broke 
Love's glass embrace

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Love In The Springtime

The coming of spring is just a few days away That glorious time of the year When the world awakes from it's long winter's slumber To once again bring joy to all living things Reborn is the feeling we humans anticipate A renewed interest in the great glorious outdoors After too many months of hibernation We're free once again to explore nature in all its glory Oh what a feeling! Every year, this old Earth is reborn Experiencing the joy again for the very first time So throw off winter's cloak Breathe in that exquisite scent Of the first daffodils, tulips and crocuses And enjoy love and life to the fullest! © Jack Ellison 2014

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My Heart Whispers

The first time I saw you, my heart whispered In front of you stands someone very special One that you will love, cherish and adore Until you breathe your very last breath She gives you that feeling bards write about Of total commitment, total devotion, total love How fortunate can one man be If you will be my friend, my lover, my confidante I promise to be yours forever and evermore My heart whispers to me as I write This woman that stands before you is THE one You've been waiting for all your life Cherish the moment! © Jack Ellison 2014

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The Lighting of The Tree

In our little town all is as it should be
We gather down at the Christmas tree

Us simple folk are not too greedy
We all bring gifts to give the needy

Light the tree and sing our songs
As everyone seems to get along

Especially bright this time of year
Everyone has Christmas cheer

I love the lighting of the tree
The entire towns hospitality

How everyone shares their love
Giving thanks to the Lord above

We live what Christmas is all about
Come on over and check it out

You’ll find love flowing abundantly
The night we light our “Christmas Tree”

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Precious Moments

                       I didn't know hearts could speak until we crossed part
               I was walking home, carrying a heart laden with the grief of my brother’s death
                      My mind straddling from the nostalgia of our bonded brotherhood 
                      to the thought of what the afterlife would deal him.
               You were seated at a secluded corner, carrying your hearts in your hands
               And crying out your eyeballs, wishing if God could bring back your father’s life.

      Upon that lonely and rejected wood we, dejected souls, sat cursing out death tirelessly
         For taking away our beloved brother and father.
           That day, I heard my heart speak for the first time; my heart exploded in awe
             And I felt I was captured under a spell; I saw the aura of glory in your eyes.
        It wasn’t your exquisite awe-inspiring beauty that got me lovey-dovey
        But the natural calmness in your voice as you told me your stories. 
          You reminded me of the fabled Arabian princess.
       My emotions turned into Janus- one reminding me of a lost brother
       The other, quite domineering, nudging me in my veins never to let you go.
          You saw the magic in my eyes; you felt the same way I felt
             We were marveled that fate brought us to meet on a lonely path.

    With your amazing pieces of cakes you re-awakened my dead love life on your birthday
   Your cakes were brilliant; you made them from magnificent range of fruits and spices
   The smells were superb. The aromatic smells of the cakes cooking in the oven and smearing your kitchen sent us to an early bubbly romance. 
   We became lovebirds; your crystal steaming room, neatly furnished with vitality bed,,  made for only two- us, was our love nest; we enjoyed every of our love bites.
    That night, you made a tipsy cake; we dined and wined while the stars watched over us
      We sang to our ears; every single love song we played, we made ours
      We danced while we got intoxicated on our own supply
      And before our eyes the night closed its nocturnal doors.

     Under your winter blanket were two figures, glued in carnal brash adventure, wishing the moment would never end. 
       I prayed tomorrow never to come. Alas! Uninvited, the Morning woke tomorrow up
       Under the blanket, we watched the sun set.
    But tomorrow came Janus-faced; with a vice we never wished for- impassioned jealousy
       It tore us apart; pulled us away; and took away our precious moments
    But I still carry in my heart those precious moments.

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Let's Talk About Love

Love is a very popular subject here on the Soup It's the basis of much joy and happiness Without love, we carry on with everyday tasks Missing that someone to share our ups and downs To revel and share in the good times And to comfort each other in times of strife Methinks that describes love very well I've been very lucky in love Most people end up loving one person all their lives I've been fortunate to love two My first wife Linda sadly passed away from breast cancer At the very young age of fifty-nine My present wife Cathie and I have been married For thirteen years... how fortunate can one man be My life has been a series of happy events Believe me, I am definitely one of the lucky ones! © Jack Ellison 2014

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last first kiss


Last night was just a glimse
Of heaven and it's shores
Already I know the truth
It's you my soul adores

A thousand questions spinning
As my soul waits to depart
Upon the voyage one more time
Discovering your heart

Guilded by new stars
To find paradise's key
Where I am stuck in you
And your tangled up in me

Stardust cast upon us
To give us our true wish
Whispering to our hearts

You've had your last first kiss

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A man with no plan

Running down the Valley
And the script cant lie at all 
The fasting sun rises
The harder the fall
It aint fair
It isn’t the end 
But to forgive me 
Is the pain you cannot mend
To put it in your shoes
And you remain strong 
Im weak
Cause for me this road 
Is no dead end 
And this useless blood I leak 
Red roses and violent skies cannot retrieve 
What has been lost 
And im stuck in grief 
Believe me when I say Im sorry
Acknowledge my pain
Cause too many tears have dropped
Too many shed like rain 
Left me in vain
And here I stand hopeless
Just another chance
And ill put your needs in focus
Like the bright eyes of a locus
I merely adopted the heart ache 
Like you my best friend
But your moving on 
Put me aside and lets pretend
All I needed was a hand
To hold me at my worst
Wings to raise me at my weakest
Forever I stand
A man with no plan

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Just Happy To Be Alive

My approach to life has always been One of lightheartedness and just happy to be alive However, I recall my early years, especially my teenage years When I was filled with self-doubt Thought of myself as quite unattractive and lacking in people skills Until I got out in the working world And realized my humour helped push me through I discovered people love to laugh It helps them through their gruelling day at the office Humour has carried me through my whole life Through my good times and especially through the tough times My motto is, “if I can't change things... Oh well, this is the way it is, so no sense being unhappy forever” Though at times it can be extremely difficult I've always manage to eventually laugh at life I've discovered it's the only way to survive I'm not suggesting that everyone is capable of this But it's my secret to a long and happy life So there you have it... why I'm known as “Jester Jack” A title of which I am so very very proud! I'm just happy to be alive! © Jack Ellison 2014

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Above the oceans, 
the painting shan't remember,
you shall rustle me sweetly,
i wake eagerly,
on our outings,
below the nose,
the dale cannot shimmer,
i think i forgot to tell you that,
i love you,
yes!!!i love you so much,
even when i offended you,
you pretend as if you offended me,
and you forgive me,
how sweet is this love???
i bet i can't find any other love like this,
even though other people tempt me with their love,
but it wasn't like yours,
oh!!! i can't believe you just broke my heart,
after all my trust,
i tried begging you,
but you turned deaf ears,
you left my heart shattered,
but someone came into my life,
and fixed it,
yes!!! to fix it,
now i'm deeply in love with the person,
the name is JESUS,
how sweet is this name???
in fact, he is the reason why i'm alive today,
now we are together,
and i doubt if anything can come between us

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Nature's Erotica

an erotic riff a lake a walk an evening gift
Maurice Yvonne 05/11/2014

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In what ways should self-  help guide quod erat 
demostrandum?  An outcast in renowned manor, Hardly given a libate to quodlibets own very existence, And hasten to the fictitious lands of historic romance, Behind the fertility and its 
lucreous, In the ambience endowed with whole lots of nacreous , All worth in many of its returns, Went singeing about that waylayers songs, Like sheep without a shepherd, For that misconstrued word; Even so the local tribesmen; Yet could n’t owned up with terms, But to the unborn were made to borne, Shouldn't one put up symptom in quantum, Rhine wine they said made from grapes only grown in Rhine valium , For they have lost it; More than you could'd  desired it, To know revindications would  upon this days set in, Unto an evil courting, Should In spite of what it seemed, Sac’less in the heart of those we mewed; nothing about And Shall often times chew. All for the fat, the rag on our primogenitor infractions. Before own very machismo, When it becomes a trounce very unremitted to mankind. Should we bid at bay all in kind. or Liege to the cavalries jousting a day after it reveille on your rivalries.

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Follow The Winner

 Some folks always follow the winner 

 I didn't even have the courage 
To tell you how you made me feel 
Your laughter 
Your body language 
Way back then, 
A wall flower. 

you thought that I weren't good enough 
Undeveloped beauty 

Now, Virtuousness, 
I am blooming; 

People always follow the winner

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I Accepted the Potato Salad Because You Were Serving It

Yes, the time had allowed another opportunity to be near you,
Though well heaven knows whenever you are near my fear crunches my breath,
Leaving me starving for you, and wanting nothing more than to flee…

I stood in line, mainly because my family was there…
God knows I was not hungry at all…
Which is odd—I’m usually always hungry when I come to food gatherings
But there I was, my stomach swirling, and I looked out of the window,
And I saw you with the others, serving the food

My first thought was, great, here’s an opportunity,
And then the fear came—oh boy, what are you serving?
Are you serving something I like? 
Something I hate? 
So I closed my eyes and opened them again…
And I looked at what you were serving…
It was either macaroni salad, or potato salad; wasn’t quite sure at the time
I was more intrigued by how you presented yourself,
So friendly…so easy-going….so very natural and engaging

Damnit! The line is moving fast! 

I cringed at the thought of approaching you,
Even when I was following all the others;
And I knew you couldn’t be left insinuating-
Oh, that girl’s kinda weird and creepy…
I guess you’d only think that if I went to the table for the third time or something- 
But still, I was shaking with stupid thoughts

There was a problem though…
I do like macaroni salad… well, a little bit--I've never loved it
And I’m rather sick of potato salad frankly…
So if I refused the food, would you think it’s just another way to avoid contact?
Or will I give eye contact and smile at you, and say “no thank you”?
As I got closer, it was apparent it was potato salad…
And I begin to think
Well! Potato salad…it’s not that bad…let’s play it safe, shall we? Let’s get a little bit.

And before I knew it, I was where all the food was
You were talking speedily, happily with the others
About just everything it seemed… my ears heard blurs at this point
A lady offered me salad – I accepted the bowl and slowly put dressing on and looked up
And you smiled at me and said,
“Best potato salad in the world, right here.”
And I can’t remember if I smiled, 
But I most certainly lifted that stupid plate…
The lady next to you said, 
“and there’s another kind right beside it!”
I said quickly, “I think I’ll pass…” 
What she didn’t know was that I was trying to get the hell away before I vomited on everything and everyone...

I wasn’t hungry at all…
But one thing was certain…

I accepted the potato salad because you were serving it! 
And I ate it too… 
It wasn’t bad…in fact I could say pretty easily,
It was the best potato salad in the world

Right here….

You were… were….. right there.

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Damn Shame

Shame on you. Shame on me for letting you. Making me love you like this. though I shouldn't complain, love is of the gods, and you are God's gift. I digress, because every gift comes with a curse. I wanna enjoy our time under the sunshine, our nights under the moonlight. While we have happiness before it gets worse. Shame on the one who created thee with beauty and intellect. My first and last thought, I can't recollect another image from my memory. Shame on my eye sight. If I never laid them on you; I'd have nothing to remember you by. And epicly I have failed as I procrastibate believing I hear your voice calling for me in the dark sky. Shame on you! Because everytime I make a mistake I judge myself losing confidence, self respect and pride. Or maybe I need to feel shame? Because its my love for you that allows you to take your high heel shoe and catwalk all over my name. She needs to fill a void, he wants to be heard, he makes amends, to her it's the same song. Now she feels shame because you only get one good man; and that good one is long gone

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Until Her Heart Is Broken

A Lady of good roots,
Down to earth-head to boots,
Can’t say why I was chosen.

She has met her soul mate,
I have met a new date,
She swims in a Love Ocean.

I see her as a fling,
She sees me with a ring,
State of our bond unspoken.

She is ever faithful,
I am ever grateful,
For bliss, my heart won’t open.
She dreams of sweet ending,
My bell of guilt ringing,
Until her heart is broken.

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my 3rd favourite drive

My 3rd favourite drive was to see her
Only for it to be the longest drive home
To be once again in her arms and embrace her too
I knew what was coming 
I never wanted to let her go
Stability is so fragile 
Stability breaks with a word
Her mind state is a dark world
All alone she decided I'm not to follow
I could see she wanted to cry
Inside we both had many times

To be not good for a person
Is impossible when even in this outcome
Her presence makes me smile naturally
The talk of the future
The talk of ifs and maybes
Doesn't matter to me
I know what I have now
I know how to be happy again
Can you not see?
My life is with you
No matter what I choose
No matter what it is you do
My dream is to be make you happy too

Sitting in my car returning the way I came 
Over an hour to drive home
Easily felt like it was over two
The cd player in my car was purposely loud
Covering the sound from my phone
To my right an accident had occurred
Firemen and ambulances calming the situation
Shards of metal and glass strewn on the road
To my shock I felt nothing for the devastation
My only aim was to get back home

My 3rd favourite drive was to see her
Only for it to be the longest drive home

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Magic Or Tragic

How would we define the difference between magic and tragic Your first kiss under a big bright yellow moon is definitely “magic” Or maybe in later years when you pull out a ring And ask her to marry you and she says, “Yes oh yes, my darling Fred” When your actual name is Anthony!!! WOW! That's not what I would call “magic”... that's more like “tragic!” It's “magic” when your first wee one comes along But has a strong resemblance to your friend Howard You question your dear wifey poo about it And she confesses to an affair with not only Howard but with six others That's tragic... oh yeah Then you tell her you forgive her, it's all in the past That's magic! Life is filled with “magic” and “tragic” events When “magic” wins you'll have a warm loving relationship! © Jack Ellison 2014

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Guess I'm Just Old Fashioned

Love, love, everywhere And still not a drop to spare Will someone please explain to me Why we humans, who were originally meant to love Continually wage war Am I delusional, living in my own little world Oblivious to the way of us humans People blowing themselves up on a daily basis And taking innocent people with them And for WHAT??? That my friends is sick, utterly insane Maybe that's it... these people are deranged Love, love, everywhere And not a day goes by when it seems The top news story is how many were killed today By these lunatic extremists Guess I'm just an old fashioned dude © Jack Ellison 2014

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A Serial Killer In My Heart

He met her at the bar,
she asked him for a drink,
he said yes,
and he felt the link,
he saw everything that set her apart, 
It went from calls,
to dates,
to late night coffee,
and cheese cakes,

Love was in the air,
he thought what they had was rare, 
but in reality it was just...,
another murder affair,
she missed his calls 
with no return calls,
at all,
she played games 
to enthrall,

Then one day,
she came,
she knocked on the door, dressed in black,
poised to attack,
she explained she found someone better,
Do not write anymore letters,
she said,
they won't be read, 
do not shed tears,
do not act dumb,
forget me, 
drown yourself with beers
if you must,
I've gained your trust,
If it was love,
then its full of rust,

He was stabbed in the heart, 
and burned all over,
he couldn't see her from afar no more,
as she left his life,
he knew hard would be the strive,

He walked alone under the city night lights,
without his might,
without his pride,
Grotesque was the man whose heart was broken,
walked alone under the city night lights,
without his might,
without his pride

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My Mother

MY MOTHER          
Mother more than just a word; my mother is where my life began. My mother 
protected me from the world bonding together from the beginning. Safely tucked 
away I would spend the next nine months listening to her heart beat, gently 
floating in water. Our blood would mix and nourishment she supplied to me. 
My world and hers suddenly changed when my birth came about. No matter the pain 
we both endured, comfort quickly came as I found my way into her arms! Together 
we would make our way in this world as nothing compares to the love of my mother.
We listened to the birds singing, watched the lightning bugs, and talked of things 
on earth and heaven. My mother taught me love and gentleness’. Early in life I 
developed a sixth sense. I knew, “I had a guardian angel” and “God was always 
with me”.
Growing up was not so easy and I made many mistakes. Many times I did not 
understand my mother and swore she could not love me. I was looking through the 
eyes of a child and did not look through hers till aged and wiser!
My mother continued to love me forgiving my blunders in life for we bonded early 
when my heart first began to beat. With the passing of time my mother proud and 
supportive always tells me of her love for me. At times when I look in the mirror, 
looking back at me is my mother!
 I know life as I know one day may end however; my mother and I having shared 
life from the start will always be bonded in the heart. My mother gave from her 
heart and soul. Now to you my mother, in your honor; I dedicate and give this poem 
with all my love from all my heart!
						Your, Daughter Debbie 
	July 20, 2011

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She knew it wasn’t love
She knew it all along
But what her head told her
Her body did all wrong

And when he strayed with one
And when he strayed again
She vowed that she was through
She’d stay away from men

She went out for a drink
She did have three or four
And when she had another
He steered her through the door

This new guy was a gem
He treated her like gold 
The jerk was in the past
Her story now is told

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Heaven Shower Me

Heaven Shower Me
By Nate Spears

Tell me something good
Email me if you would
Rather than take a minute
Take my heart 
In a second 
If you could.

I’ll go through hell to reach you
Thank God and the heavens
For letting me meet you
God All Mighty
Lord knows I’ve been seeking you

You’ve been a blessing to my soul
Your heart is as good as gold
Where have you been all my life
Me or no one else knows

But you’re here now
 And I will always adore you
The magnitude of a good woman
Will bring sunshine to any mans morning
I’m just blessed to have had 
The Heaven’s Rains
To shower me on you.

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Battling Addiction

I loved you once years ago 
Our passion was divine
Could see our life together forever
But instead I could not compete
For your lover was a bottle.

I tried all I could do 
Being your wife and supporting you
But no matter how hard I tried 
No matter what I couldn't compete
With the liquid you chose instead

It's funny how alcoholics live two lives
One is surface for those to see
The other the demon inside 
Fighting to overtake the good
All the while hiding sipping alone

Codependence is also an evil
Depending on others for how to feel
Walking on eggshells became a cover
So as not to stir the tipping canoe
In the end it did not matter

For then you chose your battles to leave
Easier then to give in, just said "go"
No more arguing was glad to have you go
For life with addiction is weary
And heavy on the soul

I could not watch you kill yourself
The love we had was dead
Did not want our child to see 
Up close and personal 
His father failing at life.

To watch a loved one kill themselves
Slowly with a bottle
Is like watching a tree slowly die 
First the leaves change color 
Then they fall to the ground

With alcohol it's just the same
First the color starts to leave
The brightened eyes that once were there
Turn bloodshot and empty
Desire is replaced by need

Nothing is sacred to someone whose addicted
Possessions,home, family all are second
Jobs come and go over many years
People come in an out their lives 
And families disappear. 

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I am White Cloud, chief of an Algonquin tribe in Maine
This is a dedication to my pup “Keeitai” memories I retain
I forward myself, I shall speak of the meeting of Keeitai
As a young brave, striving manhood, I was sent to the forest alone
With bow in hand I could be a man with-in my fathers’ eye 
Mother Grizzly protecting her young, kills mama wounds dad
A timber wolf cries to the sky, howling my wife has died
I follow as he leads me to his den; the beginning of the end
The fresh earth smells of death,4 baby pups given to the Spirit 
The whimper in the blackness of death a pup had survived  Keeitai
Never before had I heard such sorrowful baying, as his father died.

                                To be Continued 
Dedicated to Au Poivre my Shepherd, my Puppy for 17 years

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With you came desire.
I could not believe what was before my eyes. I could feel that somehow something 
was different. I had a feeling deep within my gut telling me you will never forget this 
moment. Somehow this day was going to change my life. Somehow you were going 
to change my life!
A chance meeting at work or was this life destiny knocking. I had built a wall of 
stone, a fortress surrounding my heart now frozen in fear. I could sense a longing 
to become as one. I had you seared into my imagination and thoughts of you grew 
stronger daily.
Another day brings us closer as we talk, laugh, and plan our first date. I find myself 
consumed with thoughts of you. My old fears and doubts start to fade. I panic and 
you hold me close and tell me everything is alright. It was that exact moment I knew 
I was in love with you and you touched my heart in a way that no one else ever had 
or ever could!
My fate was sealed. I felt desire through my entire being. I wanted nothing more 
than to be alive with you. I knew hope and love did exist and had entered into my 
life. My eyes seen and my heart had felt what no wall could hide me from. My soul 
mate was here to rescue me. 
Now with you by my side nothing is impossible. I have no stone walls just love and 
a cozy fortress for two. My dreams come true and desire continues to flow through 
my veins.
                                                                            Debbie Knapp

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GREEN Chapter Two

A short while later the most attractive man 
she had ever seen entered
the bank.  Lost in his good looks Kenya 
had to find the words "May I help
you?"  He introduced himself.  " Yes my 
name is Malik Maxwell Williams.
I would like to open an account".  "Mr.
Williams please follow me to my
office".  Malik was in Kenya's office for 
twenty minutes before making his
departure.  Kenya made it up in her mind 
that she would get to know Malik 
on a personal level.  Kenya lived a rather 
dull life unto the point she decided 
to get involved with Malik.  Kenya was a 
plain looking black woman in her 
30's who never had any real luck with 
men.  The next day was Saturday so
it was Kenya's day off.  She spent most of 
her time paying bills and shopping.
She pulled into the Emerald Lady 
parking lot got out 
of her 2003
BMW and went inside.  Looking for 
something to make Malik notice her.
Kenya picked out a low cut v-neck red 
top, a short black skirt that flattered
her figure, and black knee high boots.  
Kenya paid $236 for the attention of a 
I must be crazy thought Kenya as she 
handed the cashier the money.  Walking
back through the Emerald Lady parking lot 
Kenya bumped into Nubia her one and only
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red
Seven aka The Green Poet
aka The Brown Philosopher

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My Tale

Listen to my tale of two lovers that ventured forth,_From two waring peoples for up in the north.__O now Littlefire was the daughter of the chief,_And she knew to tell her father of her love would just bring him grief.__Now Icefox was a noted warrior with stealth knowing and pride,_But his love for Littlefire he knew he just couldn't hide.__Now on a cold clear night they ventured forth to a place they were to meet,_A little house of ice their own small retreat.__But a vindictive soul fallowed and hurried back to the people to tell,_Oh and for the lovers this didn't bode well.__Oh untill it was to late they never heard a sound,_And there in each others arms the two lovers were found.__Now the chief's met to give punishment for what the two lovers did,_Oh the shame to their families was something that could not be easily hid.__So sentanced by the chief's death would be the price,_Their living hearts cut from there chests and togather barried deep with in the ice.__O but you can't kill passions flame or put out the fire of love,_Now the beauty of their hearts still burns in the night time skies above.Now if you don't belive my tale then you should venture forth,_Look into the skies up in the north,_And when there love is shining bright on cold clear nights._You will see what we call the great Northern Lights.__Oh Native people call it Icefire in the north But for their people that watched them die,_It will ever be known of as Littlefire loving Icefox in the sky.__So ends my tale of two lovers that paid the ultamit prece,_But the fire of their love will alway reflect in the night time sky from deep with in the ice.

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Sunday Morning Blues

Sunday Morning blues

 RIO DE JANEIRO all nights or LAS VEGAS nightlife
After two-three glasses of Twisted Ice Lemon
Or was it an Alabama Slammer?  You mustn’t trust!

My days and nights felt like a Freight train ride 
And that no lie!

Then I remember the Cuban Bulldog who bite me
 Three years ago, in Kissimmee; I think
which left me more than a little weak
 in the knees those feisty drinks

Or was it that wicked, wacky Long Island Ice coffee
Which almost has done me in? 
after watching a news clips of Momar Kadafi
or was it an episode of Friends

 Luckily, for me I met my sweet Marlin Brando
And it was hallelujah and Amen in Key Largo
So many bartenders, so many smokes filled rooms
So, once again here I am nursing
Another Sunday mornings blues.

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Physically and Mentally Abuse

I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear

Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm

When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane

I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes

I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries

I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs

As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call

With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay

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When I looked into your eyes
for the first time
I saw a couple of clouds,
two swans
and a garden in color.
You then closed your eyes, ...
Desperation took hold of my heart ...
My palms sweated,
My body froze
and my senses became airborne.
That's when I saw your eyes open
an emotion took over me
I became a child, adolescent and illuminated
My eyes turned fires
my hands were complements of your arms
My lips were your lips.
My life became his
when we said "yes"
till death do us part.

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Long Live Love

The greatest feeling ever felt By human beings Is the loving touch of another soul It's the ultimate sensation known to man It is as natural as breathing For centuries, poets have tried to describe it But their efforts always fall short This indescribable sensation Overpowering, all consuming feeling Like no other As we age the thrill diminishes Becomes less intense But never does it leave us More than anything else, it is why we exist Can't imagine a world without love LONG LIVE LOVE! © Jack Ellison 2014

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I am alive today
Because of you.
Death has knocked at my door multitudes of times and you've been there to scare it away.
There is no one else that means as much to me as you do.
You may never read this nor ever know the Honest truth.
The peices of me that've been broken you've found a way to peice back together every time.
You taught me how to smile, to love and to cry.
You have fixed every broken heart every cut and bruise.
I love you more than you'll ever know.
When the pain is too much for me to explian you were my shoulder to cry on.
Whenthe darkness creeps in on me, you are my light that shines it all away.
Dear lady of peace you took me from a broken home and abuse, gave me reason to be happy and watched over me through everything. 
When I had given up and was letting go of my life you were there to keep my heart beating.
Deasperatly alone I've felt but you came through with a hand to hold.
No one understands me like you.
Please know that all the times you've helped me see, that this world isnt as cruel as i think, still sticks with me.
As I walk this road with the sun setting I can see you laughter in your eyes. The smile that touches you face. And i am content with life. All I want is for you to feel joy.
You may not be blood, but you are more than that. I love you more than you could ever know mom.
You will always be my Mom my best friend and the person i trust most.

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May Love Forever Burn Brightly

Friendships are made, friendships are broken But the friendships here on the Soup Are as strong as any that have ever existed Unencumbered by outside influences They thrive in an atmosphere of a common language Which is love, compassion, and joy In the knowledge there are still loving souls out there Amid the turmoil that exists in the world Wars have been fought since the beginning of time They have always been part of the human condition This desire to be king of the hill Starts early on with childhood interaction Bullies trying to prove their superiority by strength But their strength is usually only physical There is also a strength of character Which the so called meek of the earth can possess That is stronger than physical strength Strength of character is the strength I describe Those that possess it often go on to great success If their fire within is allowed to burn brightly So let the friendships here on the Soup Burn brightly with the love of the written word The words in rhyme that communicate A love of our fellow inhabitants Of this wonderful site and this wonderful world We call Earth! © Jack Ellison 2014

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New Year's Baby 2015

The New Year’s Baby each year starts out fresh and new,
Always exciting, the life of the party, and never blue.
He’s a quite active little Cherub who’s cute and funny,
And he’ll be there at the stroke of Midnight to usher in
The New Year and to escort Old Man 2014 outside where
The unforgiving “Dust Bin of History” awaits his tired old
Body and his failed attempts to improve mankind’s lot.
The New Year’s Baby will be a busy little fellow indeed!

The New Year’s Baby is eager and chompin’ at the bit 
To get started on January 1st to make his mark in our world
During 2015, and brings with him both enthusiasm and hope!
The reality for our little Cherub will be much different than
He realizes since certain age-old specters still pervade “Home
Earth” today:  Tyranny, Poverty, Disease, Famine, and War.
And we shan’t leave out a couple of new ones at home with
Us today too:  Global Warming and Worldwide Pollution.

With these major problems, throw in Mankind’s “Seven Deadly
Sins,” along with murder, rape, guns and nuclear proliferation, 
And all other types of crime—you’ll see and understand why our
Bright, young, and full of hope New Year’s Baby will begin to
Age so fast over his allotted 12-month tenure here on Home Earth.
Really, all we can do is to wish our Cherub friend our very best and
Pledge to work with him, world societies, and world governments
To try to make things better on our planet and among our world citizens.

The transition from the Old Year to the New Year is no doubt a time
For both celebration and reflection—and in spite of the negatives I’ve
Listed, not all is so terrible nor lost, as long as our world community
Begins to realize that the brightness of the future we hope to have for
Generations to come is very much tied to the solutions we contemplate, 
And the decisions we pursue in attempting to improve our situation.
And the big FACTOR “X” in this whole equation, lest we forget, is not
To forget to turn to the Almighty Lord God in our maximum hour of need.

I’m personally not a zealous religious person, but that does not mean that
I don’t believe in the power of divine intervention in the affairs of mankind.
The key, I believe, is for everyone on this Earth to include nations and
People alike to pull hard and a really commit to make our world a better place.
We inherited this world by the beneficence of the Almighty himself with the
Hope that Man in the image of His Maker would become his Brother’s 
Keeper—but time may not be so much on our side, as Mother Nature has
Been complaining of late of mankind’s violations of the integrity of this Earth.
A little faith and prayer to Our Lord God never really hurts—for the stakes
Facing our world for the ultimate survival of Mankind are the real deal.
Make no mistake about many of the negative factors I’ve listed—they
Are indeed real and won’t be that easy to readily solve as some require 
The concerted effort of everyone as we march forward with our dreams.
We have such tools of wonder in our arsenal of modern technology,
Why not use them for the good of mankind and strive to make the job
Of our Little Cherub New Year’s Baby a tad bit easier. I rest my case.

Happy New Year!!  Amen!!  Amen!!  Amen!! 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, (December 31, 2014)

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Poke Her

They agreed to go to their favorite hangout and cigars.

Once they were seated the waiter said that the restaurant had a deal on Italian wine.

In the beginning  it was easy, turn the cold shoulder for a few days.

And that was followed by fantastic sex.

He loved to poker her and she carried her part.

But the children came and it was much harder.

They had a full house and the meanness .

The thing that bothered her most was his control issues.

And he believed he ruled over the family like a king.

She always peeked at his hands when they fought.

Whenever he was angry he would clench and unclench his hands.

He knew the relationship was over and he should have folded.

She wanted to lay all her cards  on the table.

She had tried hard but when angry her face would get flushed.

They would rake in each others defects and the love died.

The high road was never straight and neither took.

He would raise past issues that were long dead and forget the progress..

He thought he was a stud  but the children were his weakness.

He wanted to holdem but she wanted their best.

All she wanted was for him to ante up in the marriage.

They were both bluffing and the love weakened.

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The Colours of Africa

In a thunder of braveness
A lightening strikes with love
My dreams arises into the sky with the African sun
Hoping to set on the African soil

In tears I cry 
For the fight against self I see among Africans
A lost of touch with self I believe
The abuse of power and systems I conceive
My prayer to the lost I offer

In a moment of strength I posses
An undying faith in God within a timeless race
The truth shall stand on our soils
The rainbows of hope and prosperity 
glows from each African smile

In a race of Black strong willed generations 
Willing to fight for freedom until all is free
My sense of the Nkrumah's and 
Mandela's inflamed with a beat of the African drum 
Beating forever the melodies of peace to the troubled

In the colors of Africa 
The might within the weak is revealed
Red blood in our veins, yellowish gold in our soils
As the wealth in oil and diamonds multiply
I pray for the sun of love and peace to shine in our hearts

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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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love lost upside down

Love is to hard to manage/ when you not in love/ Too many false hugs and kisses does not make me happy too many cries/ you never acknowledged them/ Now what/ I suppose too do for a Encore/ I use to pretend that you didn’t affect me but you did/ too many heart- broken tears/ no longer buttered There no harsh feelings towards you/ you are the one that show me the way/ when I thought everything was great/you punish me with hate/ How I suppose to know what you was feeling/ when I was feeling different thoughts inside me?/You may thought you lost one/ but the karma is the one stay with you.


 Painful thoughts/ In my mind once again and again/ don’t known what too do/ don’t known what too say/ with you in my- mind everyday.

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Inside My Soul

I look inside my soul and there you are As beautiful as you've ever been Passionately whispering love words to me Gently running your fingers through my hair Caressing my thoughts, tenderly whispering I love you my dearest one Love of my life, where have you been Don't you know I've been waiting for you No matter... you are now... here beside me Your scent of jasmine fills the air Taking me to some far off romantic place Just the two of us... alone Not a soul to break the spell This magic spell of romance Of utter devotion, of caring Days are brighter, night skies are starrier We gaze at the heavens as one Dreaming dreams, lost in each others embrace Never, ever wanting the moment to end Knowing our love will last and last Through all the trials and tribulations That this life can throw at us Because for the very first time I now know what real love is I will never forget you my sweet lady You have my heart in the palm of your hand Please treat it gently I am yours for eternity... © Jack Ellison 2014

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Internet Angel

	One day
Social Worker came
Said, received a call about me
Reported someone harassing me
Answered, worry not, “I’m fine”
[Eternal] God’s taking care of me.

Couple of days
Police detective came, Katie
Interviewed me
Took a copy of Cris picture
Even his son’s picture
Very worried
Brought 2 Social Workers
I took a test, told them the truth
She said, “Oh…He got scammed”
Told them not to worry,” I’m fine”
Said depending with test result
They’ll contact me
Never heard from them ‘til now
Told them “Father Christ got my back”

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Moon River


Moon River …

you once held my Huckleberry friend,

the two of us ... after the same rainbow’s end

in your timeless rhythm

as I pushed him in his swing,



white and

chipped on the edges,

showing rusty metal underneath

because we were so poor.

My heart was filled with joy

even as he cried from the pain of

being in the cold world. So new.

He would come to me and I would sing:

“Wider than a mile … I’m crossing you in style 

And then when he left, his eyes would search the 
blurry, dark images

for me … just me.

A miracle.

Sometimes when he came back, he would be 
smiling, blindly searching.

“Two drifters off to see the world…there’s such a 
lot of world

to see.”

And when I told him he was my Huckleberry friend 
and I looked

into the pool of emptiness ... his brown eyes,

I could swear he knew me, all of me,

right from the very beginning.

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Roads Traveled

  A hank of damp hair hangs limply on her forehead.  With the back of a work reddened hand she brushes it from her face.  From the galvanized tub before her, she withdraws a well worn shirt from the murky water and places it on the weathered washboard.  With lye soap in hand, she scrubs the sweat stained collar, stopping only to assess her progress.  Her back aches from the stooped position she maintains.When finished, she carries them to the clothesline in the yard.

  She is alone, free to occupy her mind with random thoughts.  Things to do, always so many things to do.  Things she has done or would like to .  She allows herself a little flight of whimsy, thinking back to the days of her youth.  She was pretty then.  At least, the boys told her she was and she never corrected them.  She would use her impish smile to flirt and lead them on.  She would watch them try to outdo each other, acting the fool to gain her attention. Like the time Bobby Edson brought her a bouquet of goldenrod although he was allergic to the weed.  She allows herself a quiet chuckle as she remembers him standing there, eyes watering, nose running, and trying so hard to be a man.  

  But that was long ago.  Many years since William, her sweet William, with slicked down hair, starched shirt, and Sunday suit, stuttered through a request for her hand.  And how, on her wedding day, he had borrowed his daddy's old Ford for their one night honeymoon at the hotel in town, only to have it break down a mile from the house, and William walking back to get some help.  Such a tragedy then, yet so humorous now.

  Where did those days go?  When did life lose it's luster and become so predictable.  All the years, one day stacked against another.  Two boys, grown now, out in the fields with their dad.  Truth is, William would not be able to do it without them, but don't try to tell him that.  While his body may have weakened, as has hers, their real strength lies within their love for each other.  They have not been strangers to their share of heartbreak, as with the loss of their only little girl.  But they have also  
had their share of blessings too.  Be thankful she muses.  He won't give you more then you can handle.

  The wayward curl again escapes and cascades down her face.  Absently, she brushes it back in place, and with a last glance out to where a tractors dust rises in the field, she blows a kiss, and turns back toward the house.

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'When souls are connected'

It was a warm January 1st, but now as evening falls, it is raining and so cold. We walk along silently, I am lost in my thoughts, we have not talked in blocks. The city traffic, a loud hush, lights of shops blazing bright, and people rushing past us. The cold wraps around us, like a dark wet blanket, and I tremble from the chill. He removes his leather jacket, placing it on my shoulders, he smiles and kisses my lips. It is a small gesture, but it speaks of great love, more that any words could. We continue quietly along, hands touching as we stroll, no words are needed at times. 'When souls are connected' June 10, 2013 Narrative For the contest, Leather jacket on shoulders

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Alyssa's Dance

Alyssa danced in the center of the 
empty historical ballroom.  
Imagining suitors standing in line
for one more waltz around the artistic 
ceramic tiled flooring.
Her dress, ivory full, swept the floor
as she turned and sauntered on 
winged slippers. 
Elegantly breathtaking… enchantress form; 
mesmerized an onlooker athwart 
the chamber.
His eyes fixed as she pirouetted to
a silent melody.
Observers gathering in amazement
as she tip-toed gingerly in a dance
with butterflies of her fancy.
Swaying her gracefully thin, delicate
arms above her head; back and forth,
hypnotized in herself.

Oblivious to tenacious eyes concealed
only in cracks of walls, Alyssa dances
ever so genial.
The onlooker from across the chamber 
floor, hesitates to accompany her.
He walks towards her and slips his 
wieldy arm about her torso.
Her eyes open and smile as her hand
falls leisurely into his cupped palm.
Simultaneously sliding, gliding,
Alyssa closes her eyes feeling his 
heart pulse; radiating as one.
Tenderly, he pulls her close, wedging
their unfamiliarity.
Their eyes touch in an upheaving 
embrace as if known forever.
Reticently they speak 
-through Alyssa’s dance-
shared only in brevity of the moment 
while an aristocratic minuet 
stills the hush…

Copyright © 2008 By Caryl S. Muzzey

This was written for my granddaughter at my son and daughter-in-law's wedding.  Alyssa 
was five and pretended it was her wedding

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Lost in this Pool

Lost in my pool of emotions, 
these waves surround me.
Taking what's left inside of me.
Thoughts contemplating my every move.
Heart racing till it becomes numb.
Skin pale and blue, like those memories,
of me and you.
Where were you when I need you?
Lost in my pool of emotions,
your love consumes me.
Taking every piece of me as you go.
Blinded by this hate, I feel no more.

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Where Did All The Romance Go

Where did all the romance go? That once was so long ago That special kind so honest, fresh and innocent Expressions from the heart of what is really meant Let me point out a boy in particular then That other someone from way back when He was very athletic and really sweet He lived close by, just down the street Here are some of his qualities That seemed so romantical to me Like calling the local radio station To play a special song dedication Knowing he didn’t have very long He ran over to dance with me to the song And all those nights he climbed that tree Up to my bedroom window to visit with me Inspired with competition like winning a race To let everyone know he would be first place He really did run track and with every ribbon won He gave them all to me with his deepest affection Some of you may already know That I must be referring to Joe He was the one most romantical So where did all the romance go? These days no longer see it here Is it lost or hiding inside somewhere? I tend to think the boy inside will always know He feels the romance just no longer lets it show If happiness starts with one’s self with in Finding true love should have some romancing True love and devotion does exist I know Except the actual process can be slow Especially with romance lack – sooooo Just where did all the romance go? Our time on earth is very quick Are you waiting to get hit with a happy stick? So from reminiscing about the yesteryear lad Please don’t lose that romantic nature you once had You will find out that it’s not so bad And even discover you are more than glad So listen to your inner self and be like Joe And please don’t let all the romance go Florence McMillian (Flo)

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Focus on the Good

Inspired by a close friend to remind me to keep holding on to hope as I pass it along.

Focus on the Good To keep your focus Only on the good Doesn't come as easy As it seems it would All the daily hectic-ness With those ups and downs Brings the woe and worry That tries to chase you down It is like being trapped In a wilderness of weeds Ever growing wild and tall For as far the eye can see Then you see a little flower In the weeds bursting through Or was it the few kind words You heard spoken directly to you The fruit of the Heavenly Spirit Full of love, happiness and joy Lives within us to give to others For your goodness to self employ When that flower or bit of kindness Runs into more conflict somewhere Be sure to look before it fades away For another beautiful bloom to appear When you see even a little sparkle Clear away the debris to let it shine Turn away from the discontentment Keep only goodness in your mind For us to inherit His kingdom One thing the Bible does say We should focus on the good Before we find the pathway Florence McMillian (Flo)

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A letter from a Father to his Daughter

My dearest Cordellia, I miss you, so I thought I would send you a note
Telling you all that I have been going through and asking you to give me hope
I walk this dark and lonely road carrying all this pain
Wondering, were all these tears I have cried simply cried in vain
Using my heart and not my eyes to navigate the darkness in this place
The only thing that remains clear to me is the memory of your face
I have missed you since you have gone, I have to confront this on my own
Can not put into words this pain I feel it is something I have never known?
If it were not for all the love you poured into my heart
I would have no strength to keep myself from falling apart
You have left this life and have gone to where only the angels are permitted to soar
But the love I have for you has allowed me to open up another door
The love this father has for his daughter has consumed his very heart
And all these memories of you have allowed me to make a brand new start
Daddy’s little hiny, that was my name for you, because of your tiny baby butt
How you use to make me laugh, you were such a little nut
Cordellia Miriam, your name was as unique as you were
A piece of heaven on earth is what you were to me and that is for sure
I never knew that I was capable of feeling a love as strong as the love I felt for you
And now since you are gone I become confused at times for just what I should do
I could gain pleasure for hours just by sitting and watching you play
I would try to understand everything you had to say
So my sweet child I hope you can hear me when I speak to you each night
I hope that you are listening and I hope you understand my fight
This pain and love seem to be tearing each other apart, leaving me as a shell
I pray each night to God in hopes that you are doing well
I miss all the times you would run down the hall just to greet me
You would jump into my arms to give me a hug and tell me how much you missed me
Well my little one Daddy has to go for now but I shall certainly visit with you again
I will talk to you everyday until we shall meet again

The End
By Greg P

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Miserable Marriage

Dint of darkness running in my blood  
A Love less marriage in the pool of mud 
Heathen Heart and a crying soul 
Filthy promising -lies  untold 
Blinded by your Vampire Love
Is it something that I deserve ?
I ran for your Love and you for my money !
This hum drum game is no longer funny !
Let me depart from your ludicrous life
Stop calling me your miserable WIFE . 

A lot of poets in this forum can relate themselves with this 
miserable condition .

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I Promise, A Boundless Love

"I Promise, A Boundless Love"

Even the rain won't stop to fall.
The world won't flood, no more.
For I am now to shed a tear,
Of a wounded heart, where you are here.
As long as the moon light up the dark,
The fire of love will stay in heart.
If ever the rest might start to fade,
I promise to remain the same.
Cause my love for you is boundless,
Won't easily change nor easily ease.
And I promise, not to hesitate.
To visit you always at your grave.

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GREEN Chapter One

Lying in an ocean of her own blood 
drowning in her own blood.  Her lungs 
burning from the bullet wounds she 
never thought this is how her life would 
Her tears start to flow as she thought of 
the years she spent slithering with 
snakes.  Her job at the BNB bank made it 
easy to launder money for the 
Black Crime Syndicate.  It was six years 
ago on June the sixth that her life went to 
hell.  Upset at the thought
of being late for work Kenya floored the 
gas pedal.  Weaving in and out of traffic 
hoping she didn't get a ticket.
Arriving at the BNB bank right on time 
Kenya rushed inside and greeted 
everyone with a warm friendly smile.  A 
short while later the most
attractive man she had ever seen entered 
the bank.  Lost in his good looks Kenya 
had to find the words "May I help you?"
He introduced himself. "Yes my name is 
Malik Maxwell Williams.  I would like to 
open an account".  "Mr. Williams please 
follow me to my office".
Malik was in Kenya's office for twenty 
minutes before making his departure.  
Kenya made it up in her mind that she 
would get to know Malik on a personal 
Kenya lived a rather dull life unto the point
she decided to get involved with Malik. 
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red
Seven aka The Brown Philosopher aka 
The Green Poet

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I Heard You Crying in Your Sleep

I heard you crying in your sleep
But I was fast awake.
How long and lonely was that night
As my heart began to break,

And as I heard you weeping so
It was finally clear to see,
That I was more in love with you
Than you ever were with me.

But that's the way it is with love,
It's not a perfect thing--
And even the most lovely song
Can be difficult to sing.

What happened to my sweetheart?
She is no more fast asleep;
Chasing butterflies and rainbows,
She has no more need to weep.

My Beloved Sweetheart Contest
Sponsor: Amy Green

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I've Lived My Life To The Fullest

People have opinions about everything It's our inalienable right I guess To believe what we believe without outside influences To discover with our very own eyes and heart It's much more likely these facts will be retained More than reading them in some ancient old manuscript Living, investigating and researching the facts for ourselves We learn by living through all of life's experiences The good stuff, the bad stuff, the happy stuff, the sad stuff But the moments that makes our hearts skip a beat Are the most joyous moments as we walk through life Watching the sun rise every morning We never fail to be amazed by Mother Nature Life is still the greatest mystery How? Why? What does it all mean? We don't need to know the answer to all of life's mysteries We just need to enjoy them while we're here And try our best to leave with the knowledge “I've lived my life to the fullest” © Jack Ellison 2014

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A DIVINE HOOK-UP: Loyalty, Love and Devotion When Women Worship God

Naomi and her family departed from Bethleham Judah the land of milk and honey
in the midst of a famine as they were unable to earn any money
so on to the region of Moab they ventured and prospered to some degree
until Naomi lost her husband and both sons and was left alone to grieve
to her daughters-in-law she told them both to their families they should go back
but one daughter-in-law Ruth refused to let their relationship come under attack
she told Naomi I will never leave you nor forsake you
I will stay by your side no matter what we have to go through
your people will be my people, your God will be my God
and wherever you choose to travel you and I will never part
with loyalty, love and devotion Ruth needed Naomi in her life
in order for her to develop a relationship with our Lord Christ
now worshipping God together placing their fate in His hands
for this was a divine hook-up that the Lord our God had planned

Now Naomi needed Ruth too but was to afraid to admit it
as she felt she had been forsaken by the presence of the Holy Spirit
but God was in the midst of that relationship from the very start
He had destined that Ruth and Naomi would never, ever part
for when women worship God great relationships are made in life
with loyalty, love and devotion in the name of Jesus the Christ
In the course of your life there will be people whom you need and require
to help you to be all that you can be in the way that God desires
the clarifiers in your life will help you to see what is your mission
the collaborators in your life will encourage you to come to a decision
the confronters in your life will nag you and stay in your face
while the comforters in your life if they're of God will help you find your place
then the celebrators in your life will help you to rejoice in your victory
with the spirit of love, devotion and a godly loyalty

Now Ruth went on to get remarried but kept Naomi as a member of her household
for their relationship was a divine hook-up that was under God's control
for when women worship God great relationships last an eternity
Naomi and Ruth a divine hook-up of love, devotion and loyalty

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My Love Story

  We pledged brother and sister organizations that spring.  We saw each other 
frequently at fraternity/sorority functions, and, in the cafeteria, of course.  She 
dated a friend of mine and I watched from the sidelines, hoping for another 
chance to make a play for her heart.  Then while dining and socializing one 
evening, a senior member of the fraternity requested that we dance together in 
the cafeteria!  I know it sounds like an odd request for the cafeteria, but Hatchet 
was known for trying to humiliate pledges and didn’t really care about others who 
were trying to dine and return to their studies.  For me, it was the greatest dance 
of my life!  Hatchet and about a dozen cronies crooned ‘Frauline’, and I was 
dancing with Vicki. And, for that dance, she was “my pretty frauline”.  I felt like 
Bobby Helms had written that song just for me; for us! 

  I held her close and asked,” Do you know how to turn?”

  “No,” she replied.

  “Well, you’re fixin’ to learn!”  And I felt like I’d been fooled as we successfully 
made a full turn in the aisle between the tables and the milk dispenser.  I didn’t 
want to let her go! 

To this day, I smile when I hear the song!

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Thanks for that Memorable Day

Written by:  Florence McMillian (Flo)
Dedicated and written for my friend, Lisa Giessinger, as a special message from her to her mother, Hazel – about a most memorable day they spent together.

To My Mother Hazel Thanks for that Memorable Day This poem is specifically Being written just for you I requested it from a friend For she knows just what to do That special day we spent together Is so very memorable for me, I’d say I want it to be memorable for you too With a poem written in a rhyming way We’ve had our ups and downs in life With probably most of them being down You raised me to know how life can be Not easy to cope, with down things all around Well I’ve stepped up to a new level To be happy no matter what the hell Of any negative surroundings to be I live thankful that my life is all well That special day started out so bad for me As I was headed for back injections again I was really happy you were taking me there With a comfort feeling knowing we are kin It seemed like the first time in a very long time Where we just enjoyed each other that day You were kind of like that sweet rose One stops to smell along the way In this path I have traveled Through many overgrown weeds It was refreshing and pleasant this time With no discussion of what someone needs We got along together talking and laughing It gave me such a lasting good impression We even ate at Don Julio’s afterwards I sure hope you had just as much fun I want you to know how much I appreciate this time we spent together Making this a most memorable day for me To truly cherish for always and forever Now let me tell you, that day did get worse With everyone putting me down everywhere You were the rose amongst the trash talkers It felt good to know my Mom really does care Even if everything dips to the downside Within the journeys of my life I may go through No one could ever take our shared moments away They’re in my heart forever and I’ll always love you I had the best time with me and my Mom If I told the world, that’s what I’d say So I really want to thank you Mom For that most memorable day Love, Lisa Florence McMillian (Flo)

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Live Love Laugh And Be Happy

The world needs a whole lot more love and laughter Spread it around every chance you get Whether it's a waitress in a restaurant Or the cashier at the local supermarket Or a helpful teller in your local bank We must always try to brighten their day with humour Or some friendly chitchat and a happy face It really doesn't take much Just a smile and utter a cheery, “How's your day?” The reaction will be worth the small effort In return, it will make YOUR day better too! If more people would do this instead of grumbling And complaining about this and that Guess it's human nature, but rise above it We're only on this earth for a very short while So live, love, laugh and be happy... It's contagious! © Jack Ellison 2014

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What Poetry Soup Means To Me

What Poetry Soup means to this old duffer Now let me see where do I begin First of all, the very first thing I do each morning Is to log on to the site and check out who's there Now that's even before my first cup of java Next I post usually two of my most recent poems I can't seem to type fast enough these days Don't want to lose my train of thought Then it's coffee time and I hurry back to check out my inbox And what do I find... others obsessed poets just like me First thing every morning and last thing every night Obsessed? Possibly! Worried? Not a bit! It's a lot better than running amuck through the streets Three cheers for Poetry Soup And all the warm friendly people residing here! © Jack Ellison 2014

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Who's To Blame

I feel tenderness in your words
  As you whisper my name
Softness from your sweet lips
  Caressing every inch of my body
Aching for your love; Helplessly I
  Lie awaiting your gentle touch

Take it, here baby, hold it, 
  Caress it with all your love;
For my heart is now yours
  Sent to you from up above.
Can you feel this love?
Are we ashamed as we call
  Out each other’s names?
When will we know whose to blame?
This love we share will never compare to any other. 
  Side by side, baby, can’t we see we are meant to be?  

Hold onto to me; I’ll hold onto you
  Forever and ever my love, just
    ME And YOU!!

Our souls have met and become one
  No mask can hide the love that’s
Felt deep inside.

Brought here by fate we stand
  Hand and hand at the beginning of
The road that will lead us to

So now baby, we can say, we are not ashamed
  As we call out each other’s names.

You see my love; FATE AND DESTINY
   Will remain the blame!!

We now know this love we have is true, because it
  Is felt between me and you!!

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His Valentine

He looked into her big round eyes . Eyes full of wonder , trust , hope . The face of dreams and innocence. 

" Follow me " he says taking her by the hand , drawing her to him . Taking his hand , touching her cheek with his long fingers . Brushing back a wisp of hair that had fallen against her soft cheek . She only nodded . She couldn't speak , " could this be 
him ?" She prayed silently . Her feet followed the dark hair stranger . 

Into the forrest he guides her . The deep shadows of darkness it provided , swallowing there very existence .

She's led to a place she'd never seen before a place of mystery. The hidden beauty, beyond imagination . She could feel the shade's cooling breath on her face . The wet grass as it brushed against bare legs . 

He led . 

She followed . 

His damp shirt clung to his back . The muscles rippling under the thin linen cloth as he guides her down the worn path . A place he was familiar . 

Thru the darkness into a small opening in the trees the sun pours about , giving a opulent glow of light and comfort . He stops and turns to her tilting up her chin , whispering , looking into expectant deep pools of sea green eyes . 

" You and I are destined ." 
" For you my dear , are Love .
        I am Desire "

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De Andy Lee

De Andy Lee (part one)

Talks about the little Lady Lee and me,
It all started at the first flight
Our adventure had an origin---
From Off-ego was where we met
So dazzling was her beauty that
Caught my eyes at first sight
And unresisting, my passion wooed along 
Believe me, my eyes contended and my heart clamored
Though my lips stuttered
Deep down inside me was stamina within
Whispering “You can do it, yes, you can”

As I opened my eyes, unknowingly, I’d reached for Lee’s hands
“Hi pretty damsel… as anyone ever told… you…‘re charming”
Perhaps this was a poor pick up line
But she smiled anyway and then freed herself away 
Like a butterfly hovered from my hands.

Not so long, Terry, a neighbor from Long-town
Knocked at my door, walked himself in as I consented
And handed me a postal, “thank you Terry”, I said
While I thought through who might mail me this 
Piece on my palm which I was about to cut exposed
Alas a nightmare-like knocks from the dark 
I (already) left my door ajar
 “You help yourself in please” I utter’d as expected
“Good day sir, I’m Dandy. There is a lady waiting for you outside
She said are name is Lee De Lee”
Agape! “It must have been that lady from Off-ego,
Yes she’d seized my throat already. I think, my previous 
Chat with her there was not bad after all”
Walked myself out with one of my finest attires
Dandy took me to that spot she picked him for me and left
Me, only me wandering and wallowing nervously in the chilly clouds

“Hail Mary, hope I guess right… and where is little Lee De Lee?”
I soliloquized… and as Heaven helped me, 
She appeared and approached
“My apology for keeping you waiting Mr Handsome,
May be you did wow me like you did other ladies or not
But my question is this… Will you love me like
You never have loved any other lady in this city?”
 Though puzzled me but “I must top this chat” I assured
“Not only love will I give, but all for our short courtship
And the thereafter long and everlasting wedlock”
 I could see from her face, expressions said to say
‘Another clever words from your sweet mouth’ 
But lo she opted for most sensitive part of me,
Which could be very vulnerable sometimes
“What did you say that your sweet name is… Handsome?”
There I unveiled my name, which is Agape-
“A-G-A-P-E, yes, pronounced Aa-gaa-pey from On-town” I said….


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A Lover's grief

A Lover’s grief

I was, all alone, in the life,
Passing my worthless time,
You came and sat by me
My heart did a worthy crime.
I thought of you, days and nights,
Planned with you, shades and lights,
My heart felt promising you,
My beloved guest, in all tough moments,
Please trust on this caring host, 
I will be there to think of you.

Then we met, again and again,
Just to make, our bonds strong,
It seemed, as if, my tuneless life,
Started humming, a lovely song,
Those moments were such sweet and cute,
I forgot, that life’s character, is to be brute,
You shared your sorrows with me,
I assured you, don’t worry, my dear!
Whether, it be spring or frost,
I am there to think of you.

In midway, you left my hand,
Invisible, were the ways for me,
Timeless, were my lengthy nights,
Hazy, were the days for me.
The last dry leaf of autumn that year,
Got wet of my despaired eye’s tear,
When you held someone else’s hand,
Desolated me, rejected me, and my dreams,
And said “get lost”,
I were there to think of you. 

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Just Love

Theres a very simple thing in life, and its called love. Love conquers all. Love has conquered me, finally. Conquered me by knowing, feeling, living unconditional love. 

Born into love, live it, breathe it, fall in love, fall out of love, love has conquered you.

I thought my love for you conquered the love you didn’t have for yourself or the love you thought did not exist. And briefly it was there. My love has been twisted, abused, assaulted and antagonised. I thought this was to my detriment, but it is to my growth. 

My love, my truth, my honesty has been distorted beyond recognition where by I no longer recognise you. 

This is where I jump ship and leave you with the memory, memories that are. 

Ups and down, in and outs, I have set sail for whatever comes my way.

Love is not measurable, love is not sex, love is not man or woman or love for one or other. Love is love. Love is knowing. 

This is not love, any more. So saddens me to say.


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Email Cuddling

I have a cold right now... all stuffed up and cranky Like all men, I'm a baby and just need some cuddling “Email cuddling” is good too Saying things like, “Aw sweetie, wish I could stroke you!” Or, “There, there, momma will make you feel better!” Stroking is good... but it sometimes takes hours (naughty) Actually I'd rather be stroked by the ladies But in a pinch, guys can do the job too Only thing is, some are not very gentle and their beards are rough Oops! Where was I going with that??? So my bottom line is this Feel free to send your “email cuddles” to yours truly I will be forever grateful and return the favour when needed Thank you all in advance for your concern! © Jack Ellison 2014

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Love, what an adventure

Love, what an adventure. © Theresa Rossouw
Have you ever thought of love as an adventure? No? Well it is! It is an expidition into the unknown, a lifelong backpacking, camping journey through valleys, over streams, through rivers and on top of mountains high. Every day is a new challenge, a quiz of general knowledge, how well you know your partner. A steamy soapie episode of high emotions! A garden of roses, carnations and fragrant jasmine! A sensuous mingle of desire, friendship and attraction.
The adventure begins the first day and ends when you pass on. Each morning you’ll fight the little demons of frustration at the socks on the floor or the toilet seat with the sword of your devotion. He will fight the sword of death with your cooking, and you’ll make up in pure bliss. As the years progress the valleys may deepen with problems and worries! But, youl climb the steep cliffs and stand on the peaks of mountains high with every success and every birth. 
As you grow and mature, learning each - others ways and personalities, you’ll find the journey has many stops and rests. Little plateaus of understanding and peace. Then when you have a plethora of knowledge, likes and dislikes, and feelings for each other. You start kneading the dough of a successful relationship, one that has journeyed through the rising and kneading down and proving stages, and has lived through the adventures, growing into the best friendship and love story ever.

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Drowning in The Sky

                 - Cutting The Rest of The Frayed Lines Slack With Pointed Rust -
              - They Fell and Tangled Into Themselves, Isolating Him From Entirety -
He Pushes a Little Wooden Craft into Water Rippled 
With The Night, and Climbs Into The Unsturdiness.

                        - The Ripples Take Him From The Shore -

Subtle Pieces of Jagged Rock mould themselves Into
Shadows, Underneath the Crescent of The Horizon.

                         - Voyage to the Dark -

He Can't Stop Thinking, He Can Never Stop Thinking.
Even in The Middle of Nothing He is Laced with Thought.

                         - Weight of Life -

It Burdens Him With The Tremendous Knowledge That
He is Forced To Live, Misunderstood By Love. 

                         - Camels Spine Snaps -

Purposely Damning His Own Vessel By Stabbing The
Floor Repeatedly in Large Thought out Punctures.

                         - Influx of Grief -

Drowning, Drowning, Drowning in His Little Wooden Boat
All Strewn Through With The Holes of His Ill Intent.

                         - Drinking Salt -

Struggling and Fighting The Liquid Soaks into His Lungs,
His Hands Start to Move Slower, His Legs Give Way.

                         - Ceaseless Struggle -

His Body Shuffles and Slumps Up Against The Stern,
His Vision Focuses on the Light Silking Through the Air.

                         - Radiating The Sink Holes -

When The Sea Had Finished Rippling, The Stars Were No
Longer Distorted and Cast Themselves upon it's Surface.

                         - Replicating Them Perfectly -

His Little Wooden Corpse Carrying Boat, all Strewn Through 
With Holes, But Surrounded By Light, It'll Carry Him Forever...

                         - ...Sailing Between Two Skies -

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SHIPWRECK OF THE FISHING FLEET                                 11/24/2012

He was lost in white surprise
Of drugs and doctors quips
His mind was filled with flapping sails
Of white that guide the ships
To dance among the white capped rocks
In North white nights of June
Bring in the catch to catch the maid
Who’d be his wife so soon.

Wild hair so white it shamed the sheet
That soft caressed the grass
The grass-plagued daisies held her there
As clouds triumphant passed
In columns white the bossy clouds
Marched brisk across the sky
But none of them could match the spark
Of whiteness in her eye.

Fishing was the fruit of life
their land bore little green
the joy and danger that it brought
left little in between
and men who braved those waters
better be prepared to die
for reaping nets and filling holds
bows to a fickle sky

And then his shocked brain shifted
Jigged timed across his life
How many white nights had escaped?
The maid now was his wife!
Saw breasts so white that milk they gave
Seemed paltry in contrast--
To feed the babe that snuggled there--
The fruit of love surpassed.

Then shipwreck banged into his head
The white-flashed lightning zing--
He tested feet and moved his legs
Seemed he’d  survived this fling
Of nature’s whims again he’d live
To tell the lusty tale
      of how north winds had jumped from waves
      to grab their ship's main sail.
Before the White-Christ
Had emerged from his Semitic genes
The sailors would have cried for Thor 
To ease his hammerings.

Sailors lost were prices paid
To live in Arctic shores.
And, lost at sea was ever feared
By them, and wives adored.

He’d play a trick, they’d think him dead--
Would make a crafty tale!
By his hearth and in his bed
would sound a mourning wail.
His house would be a feast of black
Mad weeping would impress--
Then his imagination called her tears
He vowed each tear to bless

He smirked to think of their surprise
When he stalked through the door--

       An unsuccessful leap from bed—
                       He’d rest a little more.

And being man-- he pondered sex
And pleasures it would bring
There was no sizzling passion like                            
His lover’s offering.

a putrid glass forced through his teeth-
Morphia drew him in
To dream the dreams of healing arms
       prickles kissed his skin
       He found her face beyond his pain, smile that could disarm--
       In dreams , with wife, in languid bliss
       he caught a fish of charm

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Long Live Love

How does one ever describe love It is such an intangible thing There are billions of people in the world But there are very few that cross our paths However, we know instantly When that special person pops onto the scene A certain chemistry grabs hold of us The hair on the back of our neck Stands up and lets us know This person is very different from all the rest We have trouble sleeping at night We drive 40 mph in a 60 mph zone We lose concentration doing the simplest things Am I getting close??? There are very few people who haven't experienced This totally overpowering sensation That takes over our whole being I can honestly say I have only experienced it once I've never forgotten it and never will This is as close to describing love As I can ever hope to... long live love! © Jack Ellison 2014

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a pretty face

a pretty face has haunted my mind
all day today hundreds of times
yesterday she sat next to me
it captured my attention to a certian degree
and today i wondered what could it mean
i lost myself with in her dream 
my thoughts have now turned into schemes
what to say and what this means
six more days untill i see her
and i wonder if she'll be more clearer
if she intended to be more dearer
like a child with a dream yet i still am
it's not a new thing it's as old as i am
infactuation or what ever it is
something inside me that i let live
what will i do with it, i have to choose
it's part of the game i can win or lose

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my poetry

in my poetry
my skys are either blue or grey
though i never mintion it
i picture them that way
and love is always conservitive
i like the shakespereian style
romantic and superblative
always for my readers
i like to tell the truth
reviel the hidden treasures
in the way my words are used
for example:
i am not opposed to sword fights,
fist fights, threaghts, or duels.
lovers should defend their territory
with every God given tool.
love is love and yes there's jealousy
for what is love without it
if there is no real blood involved
there's a chance someone will doubt it.
like i said, conservative.
i say love is words and deeds
not seeing how much you get if you plead
but showing how much you love
when you bleed

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First Love

Is there any greater feeling Than when you first discover you are in love And you realize your love is returned It's the most thrilling sensation in life Nothing else can even come close It's the highest of highs The ultimate of human experiences Exhilarating to the nth degree Makes you feel like running through the streets Yelling, “I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love!” You want to share the feeling with everyone you meet Sure can be embarrassing though Hugging total strangers Especially if they are of the same sex Eventually, people will try to avoid you They just have no idea They think you're some kind of looney toons Who has just escaped from the local asylum No matter... carry on! There is NO greater feeling JUST ENJOY! © Jack Ellison 2014

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Opposites in Love collabaration

The crashing waves hit the bow, as we cut through waters deep.
Clasped in irons that cut the skin; forged in the fires that never sleep.

The desert was dry, the sun beat down, I am free as a bird
The breeze tickled through the oasis, near the camel herd

Now my love is fading, like the burnt embers of those flames.
I am now branded a thief and prisoner, amongst some other names.

The hate I felt for the whore that tried to give his love to me.
Was so strong I felt I could kill him, my love he will never see.

I stole for her a flower, a simple heart felt gift.
The perfume now a memory, on this prison galleon adrift.

I am traveling to my wedding, across the desert so hot and dry.
Perfumed flower petals along the way, by slaves are scattered awry.

Seven years the price for my gift of love it did gain.
Hard labour I endure, to avoid the leather cat pain.

My arms are full of bracelets, and pearls hang round my neck.
I never think of him, now shackled on that deck.

Her kisses sublime, a memory fading, the perfume of her skin and hair
The price is high but I will pay, I took her from him to be fair.

To think I could have kissed. him makes my skin fairly crawl.
But the plan worked well, for my new rich lover, it managed to enthrall.

Slaves to love, there is no choice, when our hearts lead us astray.
I stand here windswept and tear stained, with seven years to pay.

How dry my eyes now he has gone, freedom is beckoning me.
So easy it was to frame him, now he has seven years before he is free.

I stand in the wind, rope in hand, waves crashing all around.
My ankles are bleeding with the chains, and the cat makes a whistling sound.

I lay on cushions with rings on my fingers the slaves are fanning me.
My wrists are bathed in rose oil, and kissed perpetually.

My love is strong, my heart is given, and I know I will endure. 
My love will wait for me, my beauty, my life, my own sweet amour.

Thank goodness I kept my heart for me, and for me alone. 
This thing called love is foolish, my heart it has never known.

In collaboration with Declan Fitzgerald who started the story off which made it easy to alternate my side of the story as a femme fatale between his couplets.

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At my grandfathers wake in Mississippi the bereaved spoke in muffled tones.
Some dwelled on the fact he foiled a few family members’ extra curricular relationships.
Grandpa just didn’t cotton to that type of behavior.
The family patriarch was a good man and no one could deny that.
In the south it was customary for a family member to stay with the remains overnight.
I was chosen since my grandfather vested a great deal of his precious time to raise me.
I spent my younger days next to grandpa totally absorbed by his stories and wisdom.
Time flew by but my moving north and starting school changed everything.
I rarely saw grandpa thereafter, except in my heart.
This time would be good for us, alone and together once again.
Around 3am, I was sitting on the edge of my chair intently focused on grandpa.
Suddenly, I noticed movement in the silk draped over his open casket.
This gave me great pause and concern.
Was he really dead or was he breathing and trying to speak to me?
Slipping ever so quietly to the casket, I stared at his face covered by the veil.
Unexpectedly, a mouse bolted from under his pillow and out the backside of the casket.
I was mortified!
A mouse was invoking ashes to ashes, dust to dust on grandpa’s remains.
When the first shovel of dirt hit his casket, there wasn’t any mouse along for the ride.
I can personally guarantee that.

Draped, Slipping, Pause, Edge, Muffled, Foil, Wake, Deny, Dwell, Pillow.
This narrative is true and I’ve rarely told the story in 50 years.

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A decade in to
a new millennium,
a woman, nearing
a century on Earth,
braces herself in
a doorway of
the house,
she has lived in since birth.

Her oldest son unfastens his belt, and takes a seat at the end of her table,
where her middle son just fixed the legs of the chair; to make sure it was stable.
Her youngest son brushes the webs off the wall, and scrubs the stains from the floor.
Her only daughter packs up her pictures, and helps her through the door.

A decade in to 
a new millennium,
a life, almost
a century long,
comes flooding back
to the thoughts of a woman
who feels removed 
from where she belongs.

Her daughter tries to lift her spirits, (from the room in which, she slept as a child)
but no one could easily witness their memories, all being sorted, and filed.
Her house is dissected, and put in a truck that waits - like a thief - in the drive.
-The cumbersome stance; the delicate dance; together, they help one another survive.

A decade in to 
a new millennium,
a woman approaches
a century - passed.
A man in the attic
waves from the window -
Assuring her: 
This home will not be her last.

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In My Quiet Times

In my quiet times, I think of you I think of the fun times we've had together The loving things we do and say to each other This is how love is supposed to be, a sharing of hearts Of the good times, and the times of sorrow Of emotional upheaval and times of exquisite joy We were not meant to experience This roller coaster ride alone When we find our special someone Everything falls into place and we realize Why we were put here on this earth To share our love with another soul To know that ultimate joy that only love can create In my quiet times, I think of you I also think of how fortunate I am To know, to feel, to be totally overwhelmed by this joyful union Of body and soul, of total commitment There is nothing greater in this whole wide world © Jack Ellison 2014

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Tell me This

Your smile reflects over the moonlight,shining above the stars,your laughter roars moving the mountains.

I see your beautiful face and smile in a magical mirror,sand melts under your feets giving you the name of cleopatra,as you walk down the aisle, you will be crowned as my queen.

I'm stunned by your interity, with a heart as big as the sun. I hear your voice, alto sound of a violin playing. Your eyes like diamonds that glows in the nightime, mimicking the first sunrise. Tell me this and my heart be yours forever.

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If I Had To Choose

If I had to choose between loving you And breathing my last breath I would use my last breath To say I love you This is how deep my feelings are for you To the ends of the earth I would go To find you again if we ever were separated I'm a mere mortal trying to explain That my love for you is on a higher plain One that's reserved for the ultimate lovers Those that have discovered The true meaning of all of this The reward for making the journey through life With its many tragedies and pitfalls So now you see my love If I had to choose between loving you And breathing my last breath I would use my last breath To say I love you © Jack Ellison 2014

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A seventeen year old girl, just beginning to bloom,
A lovely young miss who could brighten a room,
Beloved by her parents and by my young son,
Who was beginning to think that she was the one.
The key to his future, still waiting out there
And he hoped she too was beginning to care.

His dreams and her life were abruptly cut down, 
By a terrible accident, no one could have known
Would have happened so quickly on that foggy night.
The futures for both were put out like a light.
Over and over, I know, in his prayers,
He begged God for the future that could have been theirs.

He went on with his life and his loves were mistakes.
He seemed to get more than his share of heartaches.
If she'd been the one to have been his lifemate
And there had not been such an injustice of fate,
I wonder how better his life could have been
If into his future she'd been woven in.

And then as it happened, his own life was cut short
And so many dreams we have had to abort.
It seems like a part of my heart has torn out.
I'm left here to wonder what life's all about.
But he has been given an answer to prayer
And now she and he have God's heaven to share.

Written Feb. 21, 2000

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A Dear Sweet Friend You Probably Know

Dorian Petersen Potter Better known as Wonder Woman Is the sunshine of my day Her soft gentle nature calms me down When my crazy mind races out of control What would I do without my Wonder Woman Each morning, I rush to my computer Looking for that familiar face And her soft, gentle way with words Do I sound a bit infatuated with this dear sweet Dorian You can bet your shorts on it! I realize I can't keep her all to myself Come to think of it I shouldn't even be sharing this on the Soup But that would be very selfish of me Dorian... if you read this And you didn't already know (LOL) You are the sunshine of my day! © Jack Ellison 2014

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I See You Looking at Me - Collab with EM

I see you looking at me
There is an old pang in my chest
there where your hands used to  caress
where your lips loved to roam
there were you called your home
There is an old flutter now
What is that in your eyes?
Is it real or just a disguise
I see you looking at me
That way….

No, it can’t be
And in that instant your memory consumes me
   A roaring fire lighting the room
   Shadows dancing on the walls 
   We are drunk on desire
    ……breathing you
    ……holding you
    ……caressing your breasts
    ……kissing your body
    …... tasting your love upon my tongue

Unbelievable . . . panic sizes me
Don’t look at her -- flee
But in that moment my shattered heart
Leaps with joy 
I see your eyes
    …. and I feel the earth 
    …. moan with delight

I wish the world would go away
I turn away from your stare
Look down at my shaking hands
I'm breathless...overwhelmed
I need to think....
Why now? Why here?
Out of nowhere…you appear
Oh, but....I want you
I sneak another peak
As my mind brings to my eyes the memories
It seems just yesterday
you looked at me that way
     ….when you undressed me
     ….when you caressed me
     ….when you made me understand
how a body can speak
the language of love
Never before
Never since....
has my body spoken
with the same eloquence
That language I first learned with you
I want you
But....the pain won't go away
you were too proud to say
I'm sorry
Oh....but my lips are getting moist
hungering for your kiss
I look your way
And…nothing matters but those eyes
My heart will give me away
Thundering in joy
It won’t be still!
    ….. Let me think
    ….. Let me think
Oh...Oh...but....I want you
Here you are….
You’ve made it over to me
Here you stand
Looking down at me…
Reaching for me….


Taking you into my arms – lifting 
Your eyes -- dark pools of honey
Your lips – full . . . moist . . . inviting 
Our bodies embrace – I am home
My prayers for another chance – answered by your kiss
Our words tumble over each other
Tears, laughter, kisses . . . relief
My beautiful darling – I’ve missed you
    …. Your smile
    …. your touch
    …. the way you look at me
Making love until the dawn
Our bodies intertwined 
My head resting upon your breasts
Listing to the rhythm of your heart – my heart
How beautiful you are my darling – 
Your love is fragrant and radiant
Filling my heart with light  . . . 
Look – I am glowing from within . . . 
But…wait…what’s this?
I feel a stiffness creeping into your body
WHAT –  fear seizes me – I can’t breath
My darling – abandon the hurt, the pain I have caused . .
I am on my knees begging 
   your forgiveness
   your love
How can I prove my love – 
   earn your trust?
I won’t leave – never again!
I love you
need you
you . . . 

What if you hurt me again?
This time....I won't recover
This time….I won’t survive
It has taken so long
for this heart to mend
Down on your knees
Your eyes plead
I see the tears gather
Can I risk it?
Can I?
But then again
Can I risk going back to the emptiness
that you left behind
A life without you
was days and nights
of longing...for you
My fingers reach
For those unruly strands of hair
You turn your face into my palm
Planting a kiss
Your arms go around my waist
as you rests your head against my body
We're lost to the world
Our moment
Our truth
You're finally home
I bend down to whisper
"Stand up and walk me home
There is language….I want to hear
I want to hear your speak to me.”


And that night
In our hungry bed
The eloquence of our shared language
The body syllables of desire
The sound units of passion
The language of our love
Was heard by the world

The story of a chance encounter between two old lovers
*********** Love lost and love found **************
A Collaboration by Eileen Manassian and David Meade

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Walking The Tightrope Of Life

Some days are diamond, some are stone We all need a mix of diamonds and stones Otherwise we would miss the comparison If life was all diamonds, we wouldn't be able to Handle those stone days And all stone days, we would be on a suicide watch The perfect mix produces balance It produces happiness knowing As bad as it gets, there's always a better day ahead I hear some of you saying, “Not in my life!” Yes... in everyone's life or we wouldn't survive Really think about your life Unless your are in the .001% of the world's population There have been times of exultation And times when you didn't think it could get any worse Take heart my friendlies If you're feeling down right now Imagine how great it will feel when you reach the other end As we walk the tightrope of life! © Jack Ellison 2015

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

A diminishing Rose Bush
With every pedal plucked, beauty is fading away
Losing its essence of greatness
As we proceed to deplete its history
Life flows away,

I remain standing above
Polluted soil
Stems are bare and exposed
Vulnerable to the world and its nature
I give woes
I give worries
I give troubles
These are my possibilities
Then the death of a rose and destruction
Hits home

Bare my green,
My DNA shows traces of the best soils
Traced back to my mother’s land
Surrounded by fellow planted gold
Some will never know

Doing well isn’t doing well
We can’t bloom unless we unfold
Reproduce the best again
Stop dying daily for less than a win
There’s nothing we can’t do
That we’ve done once again

The next season will bring new pedals
I will never grow pass go anymore
Next year, beauty will flourish
Next season remains to nourish
Each season we should cherished
In our best moments
Each year is the best one of your life.

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And then I think “Why is it that the good ones are hard to find?”
Shouldn’t be just the opposite?
That generosity and loyalty is the norm?
Someone who is serious and is dedicated to more the just sports and getting layed?
Why are my only two options to settle for less or to keep on waiting until I have no faith left;
Believing that they are all the same 
And then these expectations turn into self-evaluations
Thinking and feeling things I shouldn’t have to be
And so here I am on a Tuesday night
Sitting, waiting, wishing.

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Maggie and Porter

Come meet two of my former patients;
A nursing home room they did share
Maggie was blind; Porter became her eyes
Finding, picking up, helping her

He was kind.  Her mind had slipped - or had it?
"Porter, I lost my comb," said to mate
Frail as he was, under the bed he went
Crawling for Maggie - deliberate

Day in and day out he would meet her needs;
She contrived to keep him near her hand,
Porter this and Porter that - it did seem 
Though they each understood the commands

The nurses would come to help as needed.
Then, on that moring when a stillness
Penetrated the room reverently
Quietly sitting slumped by her bed

No answer; no movement; just sitting there;
Porter dressed for his daily tasks,
He had fallen asleep when breathing ceased
He had given all that was asked

"Porter, Porter, help me," was softly heard
"Porter, Porter, please answer me,
 Porter, Porter, where are you?" asked again.
"Porter's gone.  He loved you, Maggie."

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HEADLIGHTS ON DARK ROADS Timid tentative tap on her door at midnight as she lay expectantly in suspense and the hope that he would defy all obstacles to prove his love for her Like Romeo and Juliet forbidden to date as parents failed to understand her attraction to him- this soul connection to his vulnerable rebellion and his love for her As house slept she opened French door quietly to see his tall young body silhouetted silently as full moon reflected his mischievous smile and tender feelings for her That desperately longed for embrace and then door silently shut quietly with bare feet across wet grass ran to ‘borrowed’- car a joy ride for her They kissed long and deep before he turned the key and wordlessly he steered with unlawful expertise as she watched his face in awe of this audacious act for her Bright headlights focused on gravel road intense not a thinking or sensing danger that lay ahead glanced at her and winked assuring protection for her It happened so swiftly at high speed in the glare a rabbit raced in dazed confusion across sandy terrain as he swerved trying to avoid a collision for her Brakes failed as wheels skidded and surrealism spoke inevitable collision of metal and ground as he desperately focused on preventing pain for her Consciousness returned with his desperate screams while he pulled at her door which caved in disarray panicked she felt warm blood on her face -- his fear for her Pulling her out and holding her tight reassuringly saying everything would be alright while she felt no pain in her shock secure in his arms and calm for her He carried her home to face condemnation and guilt gazed at damaged face as she smiled through the grief whispering “Go home!” the truth of this night never to be revealed- protected by lies -- her eternal love gift for him (Non-fiction, auto-biographical experience from my youth) © Kim van Breda—March 2014

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Ladydp2000 is the original screen name Of one of the early members of this great site Now known as my dear sweet friend Dorian Petersen Potter A true Wonder Woman indeed I am just a rookie when it comes to writing poetry Compared to this very sweet talented lady Searching back, I found her very first poem on the site Which she posted way back in 2008, called, "Believe" It accurately reflects my philosophy on life I could have easily written it It's amazing how we recognize someone special That we can relate to and feel a tight bond Poetry Soup gives us that opportunity And Ladydp2000 is among those at the top of my list She has the sweetest loving nature And shares her loving heart with all those souls she touches Ladydp2000 translated means love © Jack Ellison 2014

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My Downfall

Power and Control was my destiny, I rose from the bottom.
Hoping to become more powerful than you could ever imagine.
But you were my only hope of stopping my madness and hatred.
My passion and love for you was my downfall, it was all for you.
Now I clinch the remains of you, what have I done?
Am I a disgrace, or a foul, for falling so low to you?
I love you, but it seems, the same cannot be said for you.
I killed to be with you, and let this blood be shed.
A reminder that my rise to power, came with its loss.
Let this loss be the the Dagger that I hold.
A dagger of love, which these hands still clinch.
A dagger which shall be the death of me, as it was to you.

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First Love

You say, you say
But what do you do?
It’s always wanting more with you

How many hours wasted waiting?
Desperately needing...anticipating
Drawn out desperate un-returned calls
Echoes of reason, only faint footfalls

Still I wait and long for you
Because I love…..I’m hopelessly true
I picture you elsewhere, not alone
Blatantly ignoring the ringing phone

You’ll be here tomorrow, dripping sincerity
While I cry silently, developing clarity
I know this game…all too well
You’ll have another story to tell

And I will listen…take it all in
For I can’t bear to lose you, or let her win
So I pretend, accept, and forgive
If only to gain one more day to live

Because I love, I give you my heart
Even though you have been careless from the start
Intentional victim, I pity myself
While you court her with practiced stealth

My first love…you will always be
Impossibly perfect, if only to me
So I forgive you and delay the inevitable
My devotion to you is truly incredible

Now, looking back…I see you at last
For all that you lacked and all that you asked
How carelessly you held my heart in your hands
But I’ve taken it back, less a few strands

Thank you for the lessons; for teaching me
That love does not come easily
For all of your injuries and slights have been measured
And in the end, despite the pain…within my own heart, 
I’ve found abundant treasure

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San Luca

He walks, rosary in hand, up the steps. 
His tread is broken, fragile, and the joggers 
Might hear his breath, each sharp inhalation, 
Each hissing exhalation, were it not for their 
Own breathless haste, their pounding feet, 
Strutting out their health in upward bounds. 

He takes a rest; age has bowed him. 
He wipes his brow. Sweat runs. Through 
The portico wall he watches the landscape 
Sizzle in the heat. Yet his feet are cold, so cold. 
No warmth can touch his extremities. The 
Deafening din of the cicadas sends him on. 

“Maria, beloved, only one, let me reach you, 
Give my feet strength, give my heart strength.” 
(666 arches up to San Luca, and how many steps? 
The devil is in the detail.) “Thank you, Maria, you 
Came to me in my dream, angel-light into this 
Dismal exile they call a Home.” 

Back there they will be wondering where he is. 
Nurses frantic, ringing round, searching. 
For months he sat slumped in his chair, they saw 
Him as already dead to the world, bled white of memory, 
Hands twitching to death’s tune, his soul dribbling down 
His neck, wan eyes watering into dissolution. 

But his pallour was contempt of all around – 
Dead to that, yes; turning inwards, away from 
The reek of disinfection toward memory fragrant 
With images of youth, his fingers dancing, his body 
Welling up with tears as he remembered her smile, 
An incandescence, illumination, true beauty. 

Onwards, upwards, she will be waiting like the last time, 
Her bridal tresses spilling from the sun, her gaze towards 
Him, a bouquet growing from her hands, from her waist the 
Cathedral train carrying all their dreams, and behind her 
San Luca, the organ music swelling the oleander-sweetened 
Air; she will be there, waiting for the last time. 

He climbs the final barrage of steps, and turns the corner. 
That is where the police await him, and Sister Grace, 
Who claps her hands in what could be indignation or relief, 
And he falls to his knees, his lips murmuring her name. 
“But your Maria is dead, Giorgio, long dead!” (Sister Grace shakes 
Her head), and she takes his hand and leads him away. 

She had found the faded photograph of the wedding by his 
chair, the rest had been intuition. Back in the home 
He appears confused, restless, in his bed he complains of 
Knocking – “don’t you hear it?” – and when the morning 
Comes he really is dead to the world, across his wizened 
Face an expression of grief too hard to bear.

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He stood and aimlessly watched the parade of patrons and volunteers that wandered daily past his kennel.  All so familiar, so ordinary.  Just like every other day he mused.  Nothing new.  Nothing special.

Moving to the small crumpled blanket near the back of his cage, he turned several times and finally curled up, head on his paws, positioned so that he could watch the activity around him.  But in reality, he was bored.  It had been a long time since he had met each morning with anticipation.  Too many days.   Too much disappointment.  He would leave all that barking and racing to the front of  their cage to the younger pups who hadn’t figured out yet that the cute ones went first.  It didn’t really make any difference what you did to attract attention if you weren’t young or cute, or both.

Too much time had gone by to participate in the charade.  In reality, Walter had seen a lot of people that he would rather not spend a lot of time with.  You know the type.  Kind of hyper, bouncing from stray to stray, looking for a perfect dog.  Kids poking their fingers  through the kennel screen or banging on it.  Some even making barking sounds.  He didn’t need any of that and was glad when they were gone.

Walter was very picky.  Set in his ways after so many years.  He had had it good for  a long time.  An only dog in a household of two people that let him be himself.  No tricks. No stunts.  Just long naps and daily walks.  A yard to himself to reflect on what was for dinner.  He had been fond of his doggy bed in their bedroom.  Each night he would help his owner walk through the house turning off the lights and checking the doors before they climbed the stairs together.  And there was always one last good night pat before settling down.

But those days were gone now.  First one had become ill and went to the hospital and never came back.  The other one changed overnight, spending long days, sitting mostly.  The walks became less frequent.  Walter did what he could.   He could see it in their eyes that they were hurting from their loss. He would make a point of laying his head in their lap, trying to let them know that he missed them too.  At times like this, he instinctively knew that although it remained unsaid, they only had each other.

He remembers well the day that his owner snapped a leash on him and said, “well Walter, I’m afraid we have to say goodbye.  I have to go to a place where they won’t let me keep you, so I am going to have to let you go.”  Walter could see the tears in his eyes.  He knew it would do him no good to whine or resist.  It was obvious there were no alternatives.  And besides, it would just make it harder on his owner.  But he was going to miss him.  It was not going to be easy to adjust.

But adjust he did.   He had been here a long time now and had seen countless pups and dogs  trot past his cage with light hearts and  new owners, heading off with new found hopes and expectations.  But it soon became obvious that there weren’t a lot of people that wanted an old yellow hound.  Everyone wanted the young ones.  So here he lay, dozing a bit, but still keeping an eye on those walking by, many giving him but a glance before moving on.

He heard them before the saw them.  ”Honey” the voice said.  ”That looks like Walter, old Mr. Whitney’s dog.”  Walters ears perked up a little.  ”Do I know them” he thought.  ”They seem to know me”.  I’d better go take a closer look” and with that, he stood and slowly ambled toward his kennel gate, giving a cautious wag of his tail.

“It is him” the man said.  ”Walter, how you doing boy?  Do you remember me?”

And upon closer inspection, Walter did remember him.  He used to live right across the street.  He would see him in his yard and if Walter were to ramble over, he usually had a dog treat in his pocket.  With the recognition, Walter gave a little stronger wag and moved toward the fingers extended through the fencing.  It was good to see an old friend.

“What do you say hon” the man said.  ”How would you feel about bringing Walter home with us?”

Walter looked at the woman and saw her nod in agreement.  ”You wait here and I’ll go find a volunteer.”

The man bent down and said “What do you think Walter?  Would you like to go home with us?”

Actually, Walter decided, he could think of nothing he would like more.  A chance to go back to the old neighborhood with people he already knew.  What was there not to like.

Soon the woman returned and the gate opened.  A leash was snapped on Walter and together they proceeded past the rows of dogs and puppies, all vying for their attention.  Walter couldn't help but stand a little straighter, stepping a little more lightly, showing off.  ”This is what going home looks like guys.” he thought.  ”Good luck and goodbye”.

As they neared the car the man said “I can’t believe we found you Walter.  There is someone I am going to take you to see.  I can’t wait to see the expression on his face when you walk in his room>”

Walter, of course, knew exactly who he was talking about.  And he couldn't wait to see the expression on his face either.

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The Magic Of Love

I'm absolutely overwhelmed by love By how it overtakes our whole being When that moment of ecstasy Encompasses our entire heart and soul Nothing else matters in the whole wide world Things could be crashing down around us But we become immune to it all The world becomes a beautiful peaceful place Nothing can convince us otherwise That divine moment when our love is returned Can be the most amazing moment We've ever experienced in our entire life To capture the magic and hold on to it Until we breathe our very last breath Makes life a joy to live, to love, to cherish Not everyone experiences this ultimate moment Of absolute and overwhelming passion So savour it and hold onto it It's one of those rare moments that happen only once Your body, your soul, your whole being Is completely wrapped in the magic of love © Jack Ellison 2014

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Once upon a hill
A lifetime spent
Sinking in my love’s quick sand!

Once upon a hill
Sweet melodies
Our hearts in a simple duet!

Once upon a hill
A life is born
The seed of our love!

Once upon that hill
Dreams are shared
Our graves we lay

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Last Call

Hello Lisa?...
It’s me Tom
Listen, we need to talk
It’s important
Are you there Lisa?
I hear you breathing
I’m going to hang up

The next sound is a metallic click.

And Lisa spends a sleepless night 
Wondering if she should have spoken to him. 

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Just Look Within

Trust your heart when it comes to love The answers are all there deep inside your soul Like a guiding light in a storm You just need to look within Listen to your heart and you'll never go wrong When it comes to love We all need guidance now and then When the seas get a little rough And we're in danger of capsizing Look inward for the answers you seek Trust your inner feelings to steer your boat Through all the storms to the island of love There is no better confidant than your own intuition It's all a matter of learning to trust And follow your heart wherever it leads you Trust me, I haven't lived nearly eight decades Without learning a thing or two about love I wish you a very happy voyage © Jack Ellison 2015

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Love Only

Love Only

Was it only an Illusion we had to put Love where it does not belong?

Loves Grace in such night glare knows no other in stride of hides.

Our hearts so strong in Love has more than a friend but one who needs all.

Love gives not ever to think it will end as not lonely ours.

Love is not only the Love in our hearts but from it stead in worth.

Love goes beyond the tender in the lives of each other to be.

No greater Love could there be not only in all giving of Love.

Demands in Grace Love knows so very well as to be sure in it’s all.

Is Our Love wanting to hide to show a greater Love than of it’s provide?

Each day and night in it’s glare of an equity of how of our all of all.

Love needs in the shadow of ours to leave ours not behind but in front.

Can we truly hide for Love as more than earthly angle Loves glare.

No other can provide warmth compassion divinity sought not only for us.

Love has to provide in it’s stride beyond sorrow and hate.

Love strides for all in it’s needs not ever to ask why of it’s Love.

Such Love says not only of I.

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Maybe there's just one star in the sky.
Harbor it, keep it, you and I.
Our secret gem, our weekend retreat,
char on the path to which we sneak.

A day of rememory of the crisp night air.
12:10 in the woods; sweet speech in my ear.

Drissle turns to downpour which electrifies the dark.
A towel dabs a leak where the roof splits with bark.

I vaguely remember slipping into a taxi.
A light! Our star! Seen from the back seat.
Another! Two stars? And more, and more
lining the way to my front door.

Too many! That's enough!
They are burning my face! 
Oh no! Oh dear!
And it all went blank.

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Before my Eyes

I watched her walk away
And my mind wondered away
Do I or Not
Count the fading heels
Count the healing strides
Count the fast passing past
Finger after finger

I never stopped and I cursed
To voice atop the last floor
How do I or Not
Steal tomorrow from the day
Beam with joy where I don’t enjoy
Look back and see you seeing me
Like children hiding nothing

The fire is gone
The bush is growing on cinder
Will it or  Not
Shoot each foil and flower
Summon you who lights the fire
Pretend nothing ever killed
The whole generation of Love

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Baby's Father

I never thought you'd be just a baby's father.
How can you call yourself a man then turn your back on your own daughter.
I wish you had to tell her to her face that you don't love her.
So you could wipe the tears from her cheeks while you make up an answer.
I can only hold her while she cries tears that I cannot relate to.
And make excuses for you of why you're missing so she don't hate you.
It’s not fair for her to be forced to deal with emotions she can't handle.
And the worst part is you never even gave her a chance at all to love you.

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the mandala with the nipple at the centre

Grogged, split into holographic shards:
Hypnogog reveleations reflect
One dreary dreamer. Divinity
staggers to recall Itself
in matter.

Is God like peppermint? I think him

more like meade caressing 
a breeze – just beyond 
the fresh whore.

Bands of succulence
orbit a soaked mind.

The mandala, stony gravel out-stations
brilliantly placed in the Logic, 
oddly so.

In the centre the most divine Creation.

The nipple more proud than unassuming
more mirage-producing
than drought.

And all around the nipple children skip
chasing fairies in the smoky glow.

All around the nipple dance children, go.
More ancient than childbirth. The cheek

of Isis swirls itself into a Promise. Food
was later, grown men (and women) don’t know.

The milk erodes its own palace. The screen
remains; like the silence in a scream.

Art only, ever in the making. The sacredness
of a breast more than Nature produces.

Some on the outer, independent scriptute.
Some more honest, after some lost inner elixir.

I say: the world would not last long without a breast.

Copyright. 2009. JLM.

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Before last night she was my dream come through,
Everyday my affection incessantly grew,
My heart and hers poised to glue,
When with her I forgot my crew.

Before last night I had only kissed her,
And goose bumps graced me body-over,
The sound in my brain was that of a classic Opera,
Life with her had promised no disaster.

Before Last night our love was in express motion,
My friends thought I had taken a love portion,
Fools! what did they know about my emotion?
For this lady, to the wind I had thrown caution.

Alas! Last night in entirety she gave me her body,
My love for her thereafter appears rusty,
I now see she is not too far from ugly,
And she is not the only woman that could make me happy.

I wonder how all can change in one night,
While her love for me looked to reignite,
Mine for her fell from a Skyrocket to a Kite,
This morning, I feel I was blind and just regained my sight.

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Loneliness engulfs him
consumes him
like an arsons match
he ignites the bond
setting their relationship ablaze
now...that foundation
simply reduced to a pile of ash
in a distant haze

Loneliness entangles him
weaves thru him
like diseased roots of an aging tree
they wrap around his feelings
squeeze out emotion
and eventually choke the life
out of his reality

Loneliness is his soulmate
and for all the years
joined together by selfishness and fate
at the expence
of someone else's tears
now, as the years drip away
they quietly disappear
leaving no trace
but landing ever so gently
and all to clearly
upon his lonely artificial face
though it's not by choice
that this partnership remains
but as a cruel reminder
of a love lost
and a heart tragically stained...


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Sweet Nectar's Flower

Desirous winds 
now swiftly sweep 
down mountain slopes 
of stone so steep - 
where boughs of broken ash 
are scattered; 
random timber torn and tattered. 

I retreat to find 
my jade and ruby cup, 
to make sweet love to rich red wine, 
fill my cup clear up, 
drink and drain the goblet dry 
to claim its love as mine. 

Take me all or none, 
use me up, 
and when you're done 
wrap slender arms around my waist; 
kiss me there, oh yes, and taste 
of me behind the bower, 
planting seeds of need 
which soon will bloom 
sweet nectar's flower. 

Alluring is your kind appeal, 
like shimmer on green bladed grass 
with silver tips of morning dew. 
I glory in each inch of skin 
as I begin to gently stroke 
and marvel at its golden hue. 

The moss and mold of surface earth 
leave banner scents to please my nose; 
but bold and giddy-high in mirth 
are bawdy ballads sung and told 
in honor of your brightly painted toes. 

I ponder as I wander this old field 
once fertile with a decent yield, 
now overused, some say abused, 
for growth and life have not been fused. 

The butler has a sadness in his eyes 
I neither can dissect nor utilize; 
lonely, I suppose, I wonder if he knows 
one's life is but a grand surprise, 
a farce that slowly grows 
in drift toward death until life dies. 

A poet pleases with his heart-felt runes 
while singers please with oft sung tunes. 
A painter paints to please, 
on canvas or a wall, 
but men of age in pain 
don't gain or please at all. 

Let us take this bitter time, 
as winds whip high the mountain vine, 
to retrospect our lives complete; 
transparency without deceit. 
We may just make a break-through 
(though breaking through 
is not the purpose of the game) 
as we become both cast and crew 
to watch a world now flow for us the same. 

I once was young and now I'm old 
but still I feel so brazen bold; 
am I too old or still quite young 
enough to sing the songs once sung, 
not at the end--but just begun? 


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Yet Another Love Poem

Yet another love poem? Yes, another love poem! There's enough hatred in the world So in my own simple way I intend to spread the word of love As far and wide as my words can fly To reach every sad soul looking for the answer Of why we're here, why we exist The overall theme is to love one another To accept all peoples no matter their origin We are all children of the universe Put on this earth to enjoy and marvel At the wonders before us To run through the rain, to bask in the sunshine The challenges before us can be formidable But with love in our hearts Anything is possible, all things can be overcome Yet another love poem? Yes, another love poem! There's enough hatred in the world! © Jack Ellison 2015

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What Is Love

What is love? Love is an emotion Where is love? Love is in your heart and in your soul When do you experience love? You experience love when you meet that special someone What does love feel like? Love feels like a ride on a roller coaster or in a hot air balloon How do you know it's love? You tingle, you tremble, you stumble over your words Is there a cure for love? No! © Jack Ellison 2014

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The All Importance Of Love

What on earth is more important than love Don't think you can name me a single thing It keeps the old world spinning round and round That's the way it is, that's the way it has always been Can you imagine a world without love It's surely not somewhere I'd wanna be Ship me off to the heavens to explore other worlds This would no longer be home to me Always been a lover, not a fighter But I guess it's part of the human condition Good or bad, agree or disagree, it's who we are We are either happy and content with life Or we're unhappy and hate the hand we've been dealt Thankfully, I've been blessed and am in the former category I live and love life to the fullest every single day Each moment is precious, to be enjoyed Our final day is a mystery, it's unknown to us Sure wouldn't want to know that day anyway Could you imagine the feeling of dread as it drew near The days dwindling down, getting fewer and fewer That's when love is most important To be surrounded by caring family and friends That's when we surely would know The all importance of love © Jack Ellison 2014

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When you first met each other,
You asked, is this the one?
With others you've dated,
A soul mate, you found none.

You both were so attentive,
Each presenting your best side,
In time becoming comfortable,
Your flaws you couldn't hide.

With honeymoon period over,
You learn the person within,
You must decide, is this love,
Or are we just special friends?

It takes  God's intervention, 
To hold a marriage,  day by day,
To remember why you fell in love,
With fights, each wanting their own way.

Take time to be attentive, 
Presenting your best side,
Yes, there will be problems,
But true love will survive. 

Now you found your soul mate,
In God's eyes, you are one,
Respect each other's feelings,
Seek first, His will be done.

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If I could see your tomorrow I would fill the empty void that steeps so deeply within me, that rustles and tussles inside my naked being.  I would know exactly what to do to brighten your day and put a comforting smile on your face that would make you stay.

If I could see your tomorrow I would erase all the bad things that would happen to you and place luck in your path.  I would be the flame to your candle and spirit to your soul. I would take joy in being your own personal protector.

If I could see your tomorrow I would lay down my lives worth dreams at your feet and profess everlasting love to you.  If I could see your tomorrow I would present unto you my secrets and my faults.  I would place them all on a silver platter with roses and sweet essence sprinkled all over. If I could see your tomorrow it would be a dream come through.

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Love Sweet Love

Love, sweet love! I am over the moon with love Poetry has made me see The beauty that life has in store for us All we need do is open our hearts each morning And greet the day with a big wide happy smile The troubles of yesterday Were yesterday's troubles Today is a brand new day Filled with exciting new things to see and do Greeting friends and neighbours Passing along good wishes to total strangers Being kind to the cashier at the grocery store Smiling for no reason Except to share happiness with those Whose life needs a bit of relief From their daily trials and tribulations It's surprising how just a kind word or two Can brighten up someone's day And make it just a little bit happier, a little bit brighter Small things can mean oh so much And they don't cost a single red penny A happy attitude is free for the taking But is worth a bundle in satisfaction A bundle of the one thing we all crave Love, sweet love! © Jack Ellison 2014

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I Know Love

Believe me, the pleasure's all mine Never in all of my seventy-eight years Have I ever met such a loving caring soul I am over the moon with my deepest feelings for you my dearest I know I've told you many times before But the words at my command Never seem to adequately convey what my heart is feeling Just know my love for you is boundless Nothing in my life could ever compare to this exquisite emotion No words can describe the depth of my love for you Never before have I felt such divine pleasure Such extreme feelings of passion, of overwhelming desire Wish I could wrap my arms around you and never ever let you go For the first time in my life I know love © Jack Ellison 2014

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The Girl Upstairs

Moved out on my own a responsibility take’s place who could know of days of youth
To founding maturity as I lay days to rest a young lady move up stairs questioning where do I know her
From haste of paste of days take place-

To the assumption under the moon light filter the clouds with a maze of stars what a beautiful out take
To pin point long stressful days of time place and origin to reminisce of how I got to this place 
The question that propose is who could understand such a burden of a person but as days turn into 
Months I quickly 
Learned that like minds think alike as I saw her underneath the stars written in her journal
Thinking to myself how life can be so grizzle I just play to the shaded-

Night capture beads at hand a wholesome prayer I knew she prayed perhaps every night
 To resolve who would not put up a wall a wall of shallow glass but 
On the other hand to pass it would be shallow ground for a man to bypass-

As days would continue to unraveled, usually routinely of checking the mail,
 I notice her daughter careering a basket one plus size her size from upstairs, 
I thought to help but she seem to be so determine,

 And on the way back of getting her clothes out of the car she ask me did I help her daughter,
 I told her I was surprise to see she got it but if you every need my help I be glad to help you,
 And I notice her hips shift, head drop, smile, and laugh and she said she might just take me up on that 
And that was the start of a conversation that was much pass due-

As time would capture I start to notice where I had seen her, it was high school
But did again it was college, but I ask myself what is upheave? 
And given time to understand what was ectasia?
Giving time, place, and origin of the situation should I keep perusing?

As time unfold it and a year or two by past our pass cross once more this time 
It was at a grocery store, And she smile in a way that was unexplanatory,  
And my shoulder bend, quirked and shingled and I ask can a woman have that much power over a man,    
Thinking to myself I can explain it better without words-

And what I learned that if you are going to give your heart give it to the fulfillment what woman would 
Not want to be found acceptation-  

And as I pick up the paper the next day it explain she was working on a master and 
I thought to myself the only person I know to have a master was my older sister who would like to hear 
The full story-


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El tren hacia el olvido part 3

"hola" (nino pasajero del tren)
Hola donde estan tus padres chiquillo
"No le hables ha ese tipos de persona mi hijo" le dijo la madre al nino "ellos no son como
nosotros criatura, ellos son una maldicion del mundo"
Me preocupa la ignorancia de las personas sobre clase sociales
Dios las comprenda
Ya que a mi, se me hace imposible reconocer tal ignorancia de tan magnitud
pero bueno sigamos con mi regreso a Nueva York
regresando a mi ciudad lo primero que hice fue correr a la casa de sus padres
LLegando a esa casa 
color casi mostaza con ventanas blancas 
me sorprendi mucho al ver que nada habia cambiado
Demaciadas memorias se me venian a la cabeza
Como cuando eramos ninos y hasta el primer beso que nos dimos
Finalmente, me arme de valor y toque la puerta
El mayordomo contesto la purta y me dijo "Muchacho(George)""Que desea? A aqui no empliamos
a personas como usted"
Y yo le conteste-No, no busco empleo yo busco a Sandy
Y el me contesto "Sandy" "La senorita Sandy se esta casando hoy mismo en la Iglesia de San
No podia entender lo que estaba pasando
Sentia un dolor tan grande
Como si me huvieran enterrado un punal en el corazon
Y las lagrimas se me salian de los ojos enevitablemente
Pues sentia un savor bien amargo en toda la boca
Asi sali corriendo hasta la iglesia 
Ya que estaba lloviendo no se si corria mas rapido por la lluvia o por la deseperacion de
ver a verla 
Aun que fuera por ultima ves
LLegando a la iglesia havia un rotulo que decia "NO NEGROS ALLOW""NO PERSONA DE COLOR ES
Mas yo entre a fuersa y asi luchando con los guardespaldas llegue hasta en medio de la iglesia
y la gente conmovida y sorprendida decian "Que hace este mulato en la iglesia"
Y alli estaba ella luciendo como una reina
Mas me fue suficiente con verla una ves mas y asi sali de ese lugar
Sin mirar atras ni a los lados
Nada mas pensaba desaparecer y no volver nunca mas
Asi fui hasia la estacion del tren y compre un voleto con destino hasta la ultima parada
crusando el pais entero
LLegando ala estacion, una mujer de vestido blanco color perla y de sombrero igual me toco
el hombro y me di vuelta
Voltiandome ella se quito el sombrero y sus ojos brillaban como el mar brilla al resplandor
del sol.
Ella me pregunto si necitaba compania
Me abrazo y me dio un beso y asi partimos juntos en el TREN HACIA EL OLVIDO
Sin importar la clase social y lo mas importante
de que color era nuestra piel.........


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The Midnight Hour

His hand lay on the window pane
gazing out at the midnight rain
his pensive stare and memories
of a time on an isle of darkened seas
he knew her then , her olive skin
out from the rain to rest at an inn
they had food and wine and spoke of schemes
then walked into darkness to pursue their dreams
and they shared it in the moonlight
with the stars shining bright 
her black tresses curled and unfurled
as they lay on the beach
to sink into sleep
with their arms within reach
he woke up alone
she was no where in sight
he sought her out in the course of the night
his watch ticked off the midnight hour
his feelings spent as all went sour
she was never found and he recalled
that the mystery of  Midnight 
took his love away
perchance  a time will come someday
that Midnight will be a talisman
and he will see his love again


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Many Christmas stories are told every year,
and many songs are sung with pure cheer;
do I have a good story, at least one, I can tell,
or a simple song I can hum and spread good will?

When Lisa's grandmother passed away unexpectedly...
by her dying bed she kept an ivory music box,
and to her lovely granddaughter she gave it
to saying," Take care of it, and smile when you think of me!"

The day after granny died, she went down the dark cellar
to hide the ivory music box in an old dresser's drawer,
and once in a while she would open it and play it and listen to it sadly;
the pretty angel swirled...and Silent Night played as Lisa touched it tenderly.

It was almost Christmas Day and the pine tree wasn't decorated yet,
she rushed outside carrying a red basket with ornaments in it;
how could she had forgotten to adorn it with bulbs and garlands?
" Oh gosh, I feel like the Grinch!"  she displeasingly uttered to herself. 

There was no snow predicted for that evening and the illuminated town
was lacking Nature's magical snowflakes to make it festive and vibrant;
five minutes to midnight the choir from the nearest church gathered outside,
and waited for a miracle...silence...tranquility...every heart felt so alone.

But Lisa with an indomitable spirit ordered them to sing, 
and they began singing looking up the clearest, starriest sky;
everyone seemed sad and some of them wanted to cry,
but before sadness set in...snowflakes began falling.

Lisa knew that it was the miracle she had been waiting for,
but something was missing from the snowy scenery...
she remembered her ivory music box she had put away,
and running, with awe in her bright eyes, she opened the cellar's door...

Clutched in her caring, careful hands, she carried the ivory music box,
laid it gently underneath the twinkling, scented Christmas Tree;
Lisa kissed it tenderly...until the golden angel started to swirl at midnight,
as that divine music filled the nippy air...making all cheeks so peachy.        

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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The Art Of Making Love

Sometimes I write as if I'm an expert When it comes to the subject of love On the contrary, no one is an expert on love Every encounter is like our very first We are so afraid to stumble that we do stumble We stumble over our words We stumble trying to do all those romantic things That all our lives we're programmed to do But somehow it never quite works out as planned As to what we envision love to be No, I'm certainly no expert but I'll keep trying That being said, the joys of love Whether simple or complex far outweigh Any lack of finesse that we might have So do your own thing, there's no failing grade Be creative in the art of making love! © Jack Ellison 2014

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Irony of Love

She says she’s ugly;
He says she’s

She thinks she’s
He thinks she’s

She thinks she's no
He thinks she's

She sees herself
He sees her high.

She always blend in;
To him she always
stands out.

She considers
herself unlikable;
He considers her

Ironic thinking
might turn out to
same feeling. 

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The Quiet

I am there and and its quite lovely

It's a place where we met and it still lingers

I see you and I feel as if we were meant

We walk towards each other as old friends

Its silent

The quiet meets us there and the sun

Your face has familiarity but its the first

Your name is like the dew on the grass

Glistens and we walk hand in hand

It calms

The words are few and the field

People are gathered around us but you

You are what I have waited for and it quiets

The quiet guides me to you since that moment


I wake in the quiet and see you again

I try to speak but no words put forth

What about those promises and lawyers

Dreams are broken and I see shapes

The Quiet

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July 4, 1961

           Well HELLO MARY LOU, 

You won’t believe this but I just HEARD IT THROUGH THE GRAPEVINE that someone else was 
getting a DOUBLE SHOT OF MY BABYS’ LOVE. Right now TIME WON’T LET ME alone ever 
since I heard GLORIA saying please, BE MY BABY. I was just WALKIN’ THE DOG when I SAW 
HER STANDING THERE. She came right out and told me she would GIVE ME SOME LOVIN in 
the MIDNIGHT HOUR. She guaranteed we would feel JUST LIKE ROMEO AND JULIET; all I 
had to do was HOLD ON TIGHT. But I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW, thanks to the warm 

I remember when I was playing the field; all I ever thought was WHY DO FOOLS FALL IN 
LOVE?  I’d give anything to get back to someone like sweet little SHEILA. You remember her 
don’t you?  OH DONNA, if your sister lets you read THE LETTER I wrote from SAN 
FRANSCICO, you know I’d be taking ROUTE 66 back to see that little BROWN EYED GIRL. 
Then maybe CUPID          can draw back his bow because until now this TRAVELING MAN 
has just been SINGIN’ THE BLUES.
I’ve got to find some kind of LOCOMOTION because WE GOTTA GET OUT OF THIS PLACE! 
Maybe I could hitch a ride with MUSTANG SALLY; you know I was BORN TO BE WILD if I’m 
thinking of asking her for a ride. Remember when you and I used to cruise down to 
SUNDAY afternoon. If it rained we kept time with the wipers and the RHYTHM OF THE RAIN. 
By the way, did you hear that BONEY MARONEY really did DO RON-RON after she drank that 
bottle of LOVE POTION # 9? I guess it is just another example of we really have to LOVE 
ONE ANOTHER because a little SUGARTIME  will go a long way towards making it a 
Poor LOUIE LOUIE  told everyone that I FOUGHT THE LAW after spending a few hours 
drinking down at MARGARITAVILLE, don’t believe him.  There are always two sides to every 
story and BLACK IS BLACK because THAT’LL BE THE DAY I’d be handcuffed by that CHAIN 

IT’S MY PARTY next weekend but it will be just ANOTHER SATURDAY NIGHT unless I can find 
a little RUNAWAY to be my DREAM LOVER. After all, what would a WORLD WITHOUT LOVE be 
like?   If I can’t hook up with her, DO YOU WANNA DANCE the LA BAMBA, or maybe LET’S 
TWIST AGAIN? We can do anything that you wanna do but LET’S DANCE to that hot little 
oldies band called THE RUNAWAYS.

            All my Loving,

*Written as a tribute to a local 50’s/60’s cover band called the “RUNAWAY’S” using their play 

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Burning Desires

Broken in Pieces, we fall.
A burning desire for love,
that will never be found.
A Cause not worth fighting for,
Looking for what I have left of me.
Just to find something left to see,
that's worth of me.
Broken in Pieces, you fall.
A Burning love I no longer desire,
that will be soon found.
A Cause worth fighting for,
Looking for a way not to be alone.
Just to find something I loved,
that I still desire.

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The Gift Of A Lifetime

(Dedicated to Wonder Woman) Love, love, love, what is love? This is how I would describe love When we feel it for the absolute very first time It's like nothing we've ever felt before We start doing irrational things We feel like we're walking three feet off the ground We see beautiful flowers where none exist We feel warm on the coldest of winter days Nothing and no one can bring down our mood It's the happiest most exciting time of our life Feeling the love of another person ranks up there As one of the greatest thrills one can ever experience Compared to love, all else pales, Love wins hands down It's what we live for, why we exist The moon above in a sea of twinkling stars Would rank second to this treasure of treasures When that one person comes along, no one need tell us We know immediately! Eternal love... the gift of a lifetime! © Jack Ellison 2014

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Blood Is Not Thicker Than Water

In the summer of 1949, I lay in the grass in "Grannys"  back yard picking clovers with 8 year 
old Ada Bee, my black and only friend.  Ada Bee had six fingers on her left hand and picking 
Clovers meant that I could stare at her hand without  embarrassing either one of us.

My "Granny" was actually a neighbor who had taken us in when my father left. She was kind 
and took brother and me fishing; cooked cornbread on the fireplace; made snow ice 
cream;taught us to can and love the Lord. 

On my special clover picking day, my blood grandmother, "Mammaw" came for a visit, which 
usually lasted a month because she had no actual residence and pawned herself off at one 
of her eleven children's homes during the year.  

It was now my mother's turn to house Mammaw, though mother had no actual residence, 
either. Hopefully Granny would like Mammaw since they both loved to fish and Mammaw 
would have a place to live for another month out of the year.   
Ada Bee and I were giggling just as Mammaw walked up, ecstatic that we had found a four 
leaf clover. I smiled anxious to tell her of our luck, but instead she grabbed my hair and 
began pulling it with vengeance and slapping me hard. 

I was in shock as I ran all over Grannys' 13 acres, cutting my legs on the barbed wire fence 
and blackberry thorns, falling down, as she continued to chase me with a big Hickory stick. 

When I finally made it back to Grannys house,  Ada Bee was gone. 

"Granny, Granny, I screamed, please help me!"   
"No Josie! Granny said, Ada Bee is a nice little girl and there isn't  anyone else to play with 
around here!" Granny kept turning in circles covering me with her big apron so that Mammaw 
couldn't hit me with that stick. She could have easily said, "Josie, please leave my home", 
but she didn't.
It was at age eight, that I learned people are prejudiced and have hate in their hearts and 
this hate is further harvested by what they teach their children.  It was then that I learned 
never to judge a person by the color of their skin.  There have been times when I have 
wished that everyone could feel the intrusion on innocence that I felt as it may have made 
them a better human being.

I also learned that God does not love one of his creations more than he loves another of his 
creations.  Nor does he love one land more than another land that he created.  

Someday, I hope He will tell me what happened to my friend Ada Bee for I never saw or 
heard from her again.

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The Man That I Am

In case you're wondering what's in my heart It's LOVE my friends, pure and simple LOVE Now that I've reached this advanced age I look back and realize love is all I've ever wanted Didn't ALWAYS feel that special thing I was looking for But who ever does... it's a figment of the mind Everyone's definition of love is unique and personal But the basic underlying theme is the same Most times it doesn't need to be said It's a feeling of happiness and indescribable joy Like no other we have ever experienced I have loved more than once, most of us do In my years on this wonderful planet Some I would call flirtations, some ran much deeper Some were within my reach... some were unattainable I would not trade any of those experiences For a pot of gold... they were worth much much more Now that I look back and reminisce I am thankful for all my happy experiences through life Because they have made me the man that I am! © Jack Ellison 2014

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Twenty one years of your love,
Twenty one years of your hugs,
A tale of our happy home,
All wrapped in one poem,

Our wonderful kids,
Twenty one years of bliss,
We now sing in chorus,
How much this means to us,

And it doesn't need to be said,
The best times are ahead,
Where our love always will,
Grow even moreso still,

I love your scrunched up grin,
You are indeed my best friend,
You have cared for me always,
And now I want more todays,

When you jump in my arms,
Full of pure love and charm,
I thank the Lord for all I have,
As a spoiled husband and Dad,

So on this most precious and revered day,
Vickie, I love you in every possible way,
And thank the Lord you agreed to marry,
Me, on this great day, our anniversary,

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No Matter

There's a light outside my window
and outside there's my life.
Nothing will let us get down.
No matter how much it gets colder.
I know you'll keep me warmer.
I want to be your hero not your villain.
I want to always be there by your side.
I want your love so much I want deny.
Lets not worry about tomorrow, but just today.
cause I don't want it to be over till its over.
I want to hold your hand and give you cover.
I want to hold you tight till the night is over.
I could write you a song or read you a melody
I want you to believe in and trust in me.
Don't worry about tomorrow but just today
cause it want be over till its over.
I love you so much, that I'll be there no matter.

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i cried today
because i have to keep on living
because what i have inside
i have to keep on giving
everything thats beautifull
that i give to the world
i've been given a sacred duty
that say's i must go on
dispight it would be easier
to take myself out
but i mean so much to many
it would tear their hearts out
i would love to see my soul mate
that was chosen for me
but now i see she left
so that i could be a better me
it was a tearful day today
as i spoke to God
we just got along perfectly
i did not even laud
i just saw Him holding my hand
and i've been set to say that
when you hear that song 
that means so so much
when you see that mountian
that the sky's they can touch
when you live in a paradise
like so few of us do
and when you fall in love 
and they fall in love with you
realize that is is God who is holding
your hand when you stop 
and ask about His plan

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The unkown

There are no promises, no real guarantees
You just have to go with it and hope for the best
It’s probably one of the scariest feelings
You want to not think about it and just enjoy it for what it is and live in the moment
Then there’s that little voice in your head saying “why bother?”
“You’re going to be left crushed and disappointed just like all the other time?”
You keep trying to push it aside but your heart and mind start to feel weary
While I consider myself to be the hopeless romantic who longs for that one who completes the puzzle piece, id don’t want to fall so hard again to end up putting the shattered pieces of my soul back together once more
I want to be able to jump and fly
Not fall and cry
It’s much easier said than done, as are many things
There are no promises, no real guarantees
But every once in a good while you got to jump into the unknown

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War and Harmony

War and Harmony

I caught the red eye to meet my warrior only to be met with war.

A night of hot passion that time has caused us both to long for.

A harmonious melody fills the room from fulfillment and bliss.

See you later sealed with a kiss as our throbbing groins persist.

I walk with a jolly gait in my step until I a single gold earring stubbed my toe.

Now filled with fury as I wonder whom else has been sleeping with my G.I. Joe.

Salty water now free to flow from a broken gaze as I noticed the typewriter in my peripheral.

I take a seat to compose a letter to him about how this love was to be a duo and not a Trio.

He left a half of pack on the desk within reach, he must have known that I’d be needing one.

Smoke caused a fresh pair of lungs to gasp and cough like a beginner at the end of a long run.

I pecked the keys abruptly as I added cigarette butts one-by-one to an already filled ashtray.

Which resembled a two toned rainbow of bright red and gold with its backdrop in gray.

I slip my hands into a pair of soft white lace gloves as I walked towards the nightstand.

My fury is softened as I realize that loyalty must be a requirement and not a command.

I opened the drawer to discover two plane tickets to Hawaii, paper clipped to a wad of cash.

A note which read “If you found the earring don’t jump to conclusions and leave in a dash!”

“I need your full trust so I hope and pray that your assumptions don’t lead you to act rash!”

“Oh and about the earring you will find the match to it is located in the purple velvet sash.”

I opened the sash to find an invitation, he wrote, “Please become my wife underneath the sun!”

Now feeling foolish beyond measure, I’m reluctant to read on any further, for I already feel stunned!

He said, “I hope that your search led you to a desired treasure, Please say yes, because World War II may come fast.”

“I need to know that when I return home that you will be my future from a more pleasant and harmonious the past.”

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A Face Of Stone

I am a gargoyle 
Wedded to concrete and brick 
The guardian of my building 
From above the streets 
I watched a couple
Every night
Kissing in the hallway 
She holding on to him 
Looking deep into his soul 
Leaning on him 
Wanting to be near him 
Depending on him. 
He stood tall 
Proud as he held her  
That he could touch the stars 
And do anything.

I was jealous. 
For some time
Their life 
Had an ebb and flow
A regularity
As natural as the tides
From the deep dark sea.

Over time 
The girl walked slowly 
Hands on her stomach 
Nervously she waited for him 
She was pregnant 
A curse in her grandparent’s time 
But not a terrible thing today. 

The boy stopped
Then one day 
He came back
No longer sure of himself 
He spoke to an older man 
Tempers and harsh words 
They married 
Not a joyous affair 
They were days when I didn’t see her 
Him I saw often 
Returning from work 
Newspaper under his arm 
No longer tall 
No longer proud. 
I miss the days 
When they were in love 
The way they looked at each other 
Made me blush 
And when they embraced 
I looked the other way 
Can two people fall in love  
Is that feeling so strong 
That dreams become one 
To live only for the day 
That nights of love and desire 
Are not long 
And heartbreak is forever. 
I look upward
To the skies
And ask
If for one day
I could be human
Hold and embrace 
Feel a caress 
Have someone 
To dream with 
To live and love
To love and lose 
Is better than this,
A face of stone. 

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El tren hacia el olvido part 2

Donde estaba? O si, en aquella noche tan magica
Por fin pude responderle a ella y lo primero que le dije cancaneando fue,
Que tu..tu eres
y ella me contesto "perdon"
no nada le dije, mi nombre cual era mi nombre por dos segundos le dije)
es Andy y ella me contesto con una sonrisa tan bella "mucho gusto Andy mi nombre es Sandy"
y los dos nos agradadamos y la pasamos muy bien esa noche
Y asi seguimos por un buen tiempo
compartiendo bellos momentos
Y cada dia que pasaba yo me enamoraba mas y mas de ella 
Sabiendo que nuestro amor era prohibido 
Y que nunca hiba ha ser aseptado por ninguna sircunstancia
Mas no hice caso y me jugue la suerte como en el casino
Pues yo sabia que ella sentia lo mismo por mi 
Asi yo siendo una persona diferente y de clase no aceptable
Finalmente, despues de cuatro anos empesamos a salir como novios
Pues teniamos que salir de la ciudad para por lo menos poder agarrarnos de la mano y poder
abrasarnor publicamente
Ya que la familia de ella era muy reconocida por toda la ciudad de Manhattan
Pues su familia era de muy buena y alta sociedad social 
Y yo siendo diferente pues no entraba en ese tipo de clase social
Una de todas las noches le declare mi amor y le hice una promesa de irme a otra ciudad
Con el proposito de recojer dinero para volver por ella y casarnos en matrimonio
Comprar una casa y tener muchos hijos
Pues ese era mi idea, mi sueno y mis ilusiones para con ella
Y asi parti hacia Chicago, IL el verano de 1871
llegando a tan enorme ciudad industrial lo primero que hice fue escribirle a ella
Cuanto la estranaba 
No tengo ni palabras para explicarlo
Pues ella era la mujer y el amor de mi vida
pasaron dos anos y asi segui trabajando por un sueno que no hiba a dilatar
Pues Sandy dejo de contestar mis cartas
Por que no me escribe? esa era mi pregunta
cansado del tormento y de la desolusion me devolvi para Manhattan 
Ya que la ultima carta que recibi de ella, me decia que no creia poder esperar mas por mi 
y yo le suplique que me diera un ano mas 
que nuetro tiempo ya estaba serca
te quiero, tu eres mi vida
Haci le dije

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Narratives have allowed the real me To come forth without hesitation My soul is exposed for all to see I have nothing to hide Nothing to be ashamed of A simple soul who loves life and love Even with all of it's ups and downs And it's scary uncertainties Love still comes shining through I am not unique We all have it within us or we couldn't survive This driving force that keeps us going The ultimate goal is and has always been love There is no purpose without it So I say to you all Purge yourself of doubts and fears The answer is oh so simple Love... sweet love! © Jack Ellison 2014

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My Most Intimate Dream

Reality has surpassed my most intimate dream
In intensity, in passion, in love
Don't ever want to fall asleep again
Want to bask in the brilliant glow
To drink in the pleasures of the mind
Never allowing the feeling to leave
To vanish, to slip away

To know this feeling will never desert me
Is the ultimate joy of my heart
To feel the undying intensity of your love
My most intimate dream is alive

My most intimate dream is you

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The Sorrows of a Raven

I was not always a symbol of death and pain. There was a time that I was a sign of happiness and purity.
I was not always a soulless pit of darkness. There was a time that I had a warm feeling of love coursing through my veins.
Her name was life and I tranquility lead her to each steeping stone of her journey. She didn't truly love me though. 
You see, sin came along with his handsome looks and swept her off her feet.
That is when things began to change. I became depressed and obsessed with my dear life and every time I encountered the pain of lost love, I cawed my song of sorrow.
 And day after day I would perch on a tree branch and pray,
 "God if you could only give me my life back, I would be the happiest bird in the kingdom.Unchain me dear lord.I have become a prisoner within myself and I want to be free."
As a reply, waves crashed down upon the water and the sky became gray. I dove for the sea and no longer I be.

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Defining Love

When asked to define the word love My first thought was... it's impossible to explain love How does one descibe the wind How does one describe the cool fresh morning air The brilliant sunshine that makes us feel so alive It's a feeling inside that can't be put into mere words When you first experience it, no one needs to tell you The experience overwhelms you, it takes over your soul You walk on air oblivious to your surroundings You smile a lot at silly things You walk into things that someone Has strangely placed in your way Like street lamps or fire hydrants You forget important meetings With the excuse that you lost your date book You feel like you have a raging ferver But you're cool as a cucumber outside Friends worry, wondering about your strange behaviour But then soon recognize the symptoms The same symptoms that 99.9% of human beings Have experienced at least once in their lifetime Ah love, sweet love Is there any greater feeling in life Most emphatically I say NO! © Jack Ellison 2014

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I'm thinking of cheating with you

I’m thinking of cheating with you.            Steven Hudson

I dreamed of you last night,
And thoughts of you occupied my mind today,
Can I see you again tomorrow?
What is it about your look that thrills me?
You’re like a break in the clouds on a stormy sea,
My heart leaps and falls on waves of your every movement,
You return my gaze with a smile of your own,
And pull me in close with it,
I want to know you, everything about you,
To discover what makes you come alive,
You’re tenderness and beauty is unmatched,
I’m thinking of cheating with you,
Because you have something I desperately need at home,
Am I crazy?
So I watch you with our children and am keenly aware, that
You may have been just a stranger in the park,
But instead, am happy to discover you as my beloved wife,
So my desire is to run off with you, and have an adventurous affair,
Or maybe we could just go home, and make it happen there..

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I'll make an average kisses,
Calculate the variances of your attention,
Put you as my mode charts
Do correlation between their libido and my love.
Calculate the distance between the points of infinite pleasure.
Generate moments and find elements of estimation are not tendentious in my love.
I will not treat you as an extreme point,
but as a measure of central tendency.
I will relativize my love for you!
You call point, line, monitoring or metric.
Predicting the good times,
Check trends where our love should go...
And when you equalize the index upward
will be dependent on their whims and independent in my love for you.
'll Generate hypotheses that will be made to make you happy.
Generate a uniform distribution of true feeling for life.
Will be normal as most.
My probability will be sure of corresponded love.
And the whole sample of my desire is the manifestation of all my body for you.

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It's Never All Good Or All Bad

Life is never 100% good, or 100% bad The ups and downs are as normal as breathing Going with the flow is pretty sound advice It's how I've been able to stay relatively sane all these years Each tragedy through life makes us stronger And makes us able to laugh at all the trials and tribulations If we could change things, most would opt for better control But the diversity is what makes us strong Sounds like a kind of “catch 22” situation doesn't it We must endure hardships to help us feel better by comparison It tells us that life is not always a bed of roses Which is evident by all the nasty stuff That continues to happen around the world But if we remain strong, the result is a better understanding Of what it takes to make it through this crazy old world I don't profess to have all the answers This is just my take on living a happy care free life I reiterate, life is never all good or all bad © Jack Ellison 2014

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Biography of A Dream

Biography of A Dream 
Arabic Poem by: Abdulsadah Al-Basri
Translated into English by:
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
The end of the first decade 
Of the twentieth century 
The sun bathed in my father’s eyes 
He kept flirting with her 
And flirting..
to draw a dream on her silken rays   
A dream accompanied him all his life.
 In the fourth decade  
 He got married 
To build a nest in the heart of the countryside, 
Then begot a little bird 
And three   
Taught them how to fly with love 
Over the waves of the river 
And how to long for the bread
Baked in the outdoors tandoor 

But .. 
In the eighth decade of the same century 
He departed overwhelmed by grief
Over a dream
That would never come true
 Translated into English by: Em. Prof. Inaam Al-Hashimi
 * Abdulsadah Al-Basri is a poet from Iraq

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The love dressed in black

The lady walks away
With thoughts clogged of grey
She couldn't stand there any longer

Watching him go underground
It was dead scilent, not a sound 
His motionless body on his death bed

She cried tears of death and sorrow
Knowing for him, there is no tommorow
Her love thrown away like nothing

No one knew who she was
Because she had only met him the other day
when they fell in love at first sight

The bullet that once saved her 
Killed her first love, in a shock and a blur 
He bled out and died in her arms

Why didn't things work out that day?
Why did things end up that way?
She walked away, a lady dressed in black

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Untitled #351 / Sagittarius A

In the center of our galaxy
from 1992 through 2003
astronomers were able to observe
a star, orbiting compact radio source
Sagittarius A.
The star had an orbit with average radius
1.4x1014 m
and period 15 years.
From this information astronomers estimated
the mass of Sagittarius A.
v = 2π(1.4x1014)/(15x365x24x60x60) = 1.86x106 m/s
a = (1.86x106)2/(1.4x1014) = 0.0247 m/s2
0.0247 = (6.673x10-11)M/(1.4x1014)2
M = 7.24x1036 kg
7.24x1036/(1.989x1030) = 3.6 million suns!
Astronomers infer that Sag. A is a
supermassive black hole
(it cannot be seen)!

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You left me with a tear and I loved you like the  wind.

Blowing memories was all that we had and they were many.

Thoughts floating, fleeing and the Earth turning.

Doesn't matter that I am most important, omnipotent.


You wrote me with your famous hugs and I felt your breast.

My mind carried me to that important day when we wrote our song.

And it was at the top of the chart but it didn't last.

That last embrace was a picture in motion and the popcorn singing.


I saw his brand and your newest  famous hugs and I remained.

You kissed him with valor as he carried you to our special place.

And not to be outdone he came to that precipice where we used to go.

It burned  like a match that a child plays with and flicking it I scream.



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That Ultimate Moment Of Passion

Can't help telling you over and over “I am madly in love with you, my darling!” I dream of the two of us every night locked in a tight embrace Our naked bodies becoming one, passionately entangled Ending in an explosion of indescribable vibrations Quivering with over-the-top excitement Culminating in that final moment of sublime exultation When our two souls become one There is no greater feeling that we humans Have ever experienced or ever will It's the ultimate expression of everlasting love In that glorious moment of passionate unification Of body and soul... a most beautiful union This is my feeble attempt to describe that moment divine But try as I might, I have not done it justice So I'll simply call it love, sweet passionate love! © Jack Ellison 2014

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A Jewel With An Unquenchable Radiance

I saw a female being Shining bright like a diamond Staying atop the cloud as she rules the heavens Making the sun stand still and putting a pause to the rains as the entire world look up above in admiration, in awe and in wonders. pure and modest in her rule innocent and natural in her gaze weakening and tender is her smile but powerful and charming is her beauty Her scent so magical and epic forcing a change to the laws of nature. World kings with their chariots and legions cannot match the strength of her touch wild and intimidating beasts bow in cowardice to the glorious effect of her radiance. Her confident steps direct the winds and her outstretched arms elongate the day. Her emotions- a perfect antidote to disasters and her sweet care, a great comfort for the night. Just the silk of her cloak and the decoration of her embroary; her long, straight, light but shy hair on a well bordered, spotless and fine face all tremble the strong and dumbfold the wise Perfumes from America can come from the aroma of her skin, the cleansing water from the dead sea can have healing powers with her tears. A beauty beyond words and expressions an attractive force creating wishes from all gender to taste the kiss of her lips; from both Adults and infants to cling to the satisfaction of her breasts. Even Nature admits to its defeat of her and no form of her, reduces her glow. In happiness, confidence and peace, she's like a new fresh Camilla full of nectar In sorrow, mourning and depression she's like a new lamb-tender, soft and affectionate. Come to my nest O ye Queen butterfly cos I'll not stop singing of your praise until I'm blessed with your shining light

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When will I learn what I know so well, this priceless thing You may have it from me kept strong and so closely that it's returned as we share it growing stronger each day as we keep and we hold it.Strange that it is, if either one sold it or broke it. Just once sad to say is enough that neither of one us would or could if I may hear words of pure truth no matter how true if the other had told it.No second chance just second guessing , every fond memory comes under question.The import of deeds now become past deceptions as the paths of our lives take a turn for the worse and what once was so simple a thing with no question .Second star from the left straight on all thats left is to mourn bad directions that led straight to this Hell.Sincerely I hope You have learned what it is I won't give You so long as I live Unless You have earned it , I have nothing to give.So TRUST in this as I TRUST it will serve You .I have TRUST in Your words in these ones alone .I didn't deserve You .TRUST me if only I'd known.       jAMES P Kail  thursday november 22 2012

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A poetess once told me,
"Power shifts balance all the time
Empires crumble
Wealth and greatness shades too.
The only prosperity you can bed forever is love."
So i married her.

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The Empty Rib Slot

Dedicated to all of the guys who helped me to make the checklist - thanks!

The Empty Rib Slot I think I might have A perfect checklist Highlights from men Gathered now missed Yes special highlights Each man carried some Now added to my checklist For a guy having it all in one This could be the key to find The man I’m dreaming of Not with bits and pieces One filled full of love A man made for me No it would be not I should fit perfectly Into an empty rib slot Let me share this list With every one of you Then decide for yourself If it could possibly be true My first check comes from This guy with dreamy eyes He deeply touched my soul Way more than ever realized He even had a special smile That made you want to grin No matter if life was down He encouraged me to win There was the big hugger With squeezes oh so tight He lifted me off the floor Like if I was taking flight He never did grow tired Of giving me those hugs I never had to ask for them He always did it out of love Then there was the dancer He stayed light on his feet He loved dancing with me Carrying rhythm and a beat Now of course on this list There certainly has to be That best friend I count on Who can also count on me I am even going to count The good points of quality Generated from my brothers And even from my daddy From them they all carry A very good temperament Always being so easy going Not looking for an argument When I am nestled in that slot With a perfect feel of passion All of his glory will then shine As it eludes from my reflection The most important one of all He who shares a spiritual side Being spiritually open with me Not allowing his beliefs to hide I know how this all may sound Like a crazy thing that I’ve got I want the man I fit snuggly with When I match his empty rib slot Florence McMillian (Flo)

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Silly Old Love Songs

Those silly old love songs from decades past Still meander through in my mind Those love songs that speak softly of the thrill Of a blossoming new romance That promise “I Will Always Love You” by Whitney The definition of what true love is “Love Is A Many Splendored Thing” And Perry's, “Can't Help Falling In Love” Am I dating myself... perhaps But these oldies tell of love in much simpler terms Even though the world was still in turmoil These songs promised hope Of finding that very special person To spend eternity with! To love and to cherish! To grow old and grey with! Those were very special times back then! Ah! Memories!!! © Jack Ellison 2014

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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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Gum And A Mint From Your Pocket

The thought of meeting the love of your life Can cause you to lose your cool Stumbling over words and fidgeting about Just like a boy out of school It's a common reaction, it happens all over We're all just following the rules That surely were laid down many years ago But it's still not kosher to drool You open her door and bash her poor head Embarrassed, you apologize profusely You offer her gum and a mint from your pocket And tell her she's a sweet li'l floozie She looks at you strangely for that response You barrel forth not blinking an eye Just wanting to impress this gorgeous young lady It gets worse the more that you try In spite of the blunders and embarrassing stuff Somehow she thinks it's all cute The more you stumble and trip on your words She loves you, you big galoot To cut it short, she's my gorgeous bride Although many long years have now passed A lot of water's flowed under the bridge But she's still got a fabulous ass!!! © Jack Ellison 2015

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In every life,
someone will stand out, 
someone who makes a difference,
someone who gives comfort, and love.

Sharon is that someone to me,
when I am down, she picks me up,
when I am blue, she reaches out to me,

Although her world is upside down,
she is anchored firmly,
she is comfort,
she is a lighthouse.

Her strong values keep her grounded,
her kindness keeps her human, 
and just knowing her makes me smile.

Sharon, you are an angel,
you have given so much of yourself,
your time, your comments, and your blessings.

I love you friend...... 
a rose needs rain, and sunshine to grow,
friends need friends to love them,
and they will grow into beautiful perfect roses.

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Anna. . . . Dedicated to my daughter Anna-Douw by Theresa Rossouw.
A lily fair, with hazel eyes and dark hair. You came to me on a night of crackers, fireworks bright.

 From early time your will, strong, you knew always ríght from wrong! Your smile a tease,cheeky eyes always showing a soul at ease. 

Water fairy you became at every chance and turn. A child of nature,wind, sun. Always eager to 
try,to learn.

 A fighter strong,fierce since your birth, you gave my life meaning. Purposing in my soul to be your champion,you valiant protector of worth.

 You always shine the brightest by far, a precious gem, my princess,my bornfree star. 

Years have passed and you grew from a tomboy climbing trees and jumping from roofs and running from bees. . . To an elegant rose, blossomed and bloomed, your stature and heart rare and pure. 

Every day I'm amazed at how you've matured and become so full of grace. Your beauty a blossom fresh and new,every morning fresh with the love of God your refreshing dew. 

As the years progress, one day Ill see you in your wedding dress. My heart will ache and break, because you'l be to big to curl up on my lap for comfort's sake.
The memories I'll hold dear is of your precious love and the knowledge, you are a precious angel daughter, a princess from heaven above.

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Purpose we are on earth

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

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The First Day I Had Sex

It was during pa Joe’s funeral that we met:
My ex and I.
I had just graced my seventeenth calender;
And many a lass fell for my good looks

As the african custom is, feasting after burial,
So we feasted that night.
I drank to stupor and watched my friends dancing
It was in such state when my eyes beheld Norrita!!!!

She was fair, fresh and very voluptous.
Her looks were so enticing that many a lad got confused
Her huge buttocks dangled under her tightly fitted blouse
And the linnings of her pants were visible.

Her eyes fell on mine,and coquettishly, she came
Suddenly, my front pant was throbbing wildly.
Slowly, her buttocks found my thighs, 
as my heart Pounded, thump -thump -thump -thump.

She extended her glass to my lips,
And as her eyes held mine, she sexily said
“Your looks reminds me of our past days”
I heard nothing as my heart ranged on, thump- thump …

While my head was giddy and dizzy,
My legs were wobbling.
While my front trouser was throbbing,
My heart continued: thump- thump -thump ..

I had lost my sense of control,
Again her soft buttocks was tantalising my dick
And my eyes held her nearly exposed breast.
Places were dim and everyone was oblivious of us.

She giuded me to her house in the neighbourhood
And indoors, she took off her shirt: my God!!!!
Free from any restricted bra, her breasts were a sight!!
Greedily, my lips went to it

She whimpered and moaned under my touch
Her kisses touched the very recesses of my soul
And as she took off her blouse and pant,
My heart was in fire: thump thump thump ….

Stark naked, she held my eyes
And gently I held her soft buttocks in my hands
As our bodies joined, I found myself in heaven
And gently, we fell on the bed

My dick lingered outside the swamp for a while
As we were moaned in ecstasy.
She was in bliss and kept moaning my name
As I thought myself lucky to enter Jerusalem

As my dick entered the swamp,
She moaned aloud and held me fast
And wildly, my heart was beating

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Somewhere in New York City

She left me with only a letter left on her pillow
I knew she was going back to New York;
She moved away from there six years ago
The day she began her new job

While she was there, she met me
We fell in love, and I bought a ring
But she left and she’s now somewhere in New York City
She's probably staying with her family in Queens

She always talked about going back home
She once said it was her kind of Heaven
But later said another reason why she left was
All because of Nine Eleven

She's probably going to see Lady Liberty
Or walking the pavement of Central Park
And trust me, now that she's long gone
Her leaving me has left its mark

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Beautiful Shadows

Her body lies warm and still,
As still as the coldness of the night,
She is silent in her slumber,
It gives time to admire her,
Her immaculate beauty;
The way her smile consumes my soul,
It could lighten me up on the darkest of nights,
Yet, her eyes are so cold;
Cold enough to shock this man to his core;
Completely immobilized,
Her hair flows with such majesty;
A stampede of millions of stallions trampling in front of me,
Shaking the ground with such might.

Yet, I love her so,
That is obvious to see,
But, am I crazy?
The people say I love her too much,
How do you love someone too much?
I stay next to her, keeping her up at night;
Talking frantically to her as if she wouldn't be there the next day;
Buying gifts and writing poems;
To show I still care.

But, all of this,
How much I care
Is all in vain,
For she loves another,
She would not admit it,
But, I know it's true,
I see it in the coldness and insincerity of her eyes;
I hear it in the words she says as she slumbers in the night.

What I must do is all too clear,
For this night will be the last one for her,
The last night for her;
To breath,
To smile,
To smell,
To hear,
Tonight must be the night I end it for my dear.

I place a rose softly atop her body,
I crawl up on her bed;
Looking down upon her body,
I slowly move my hands against her throat,
I begin strangling her in a violent rage,
As she struggles,
I mutter "Goodbye, my dear"
Her struggling died down,
As her corpse hit the bed,
There her lifeless body lie with the rose still a top it.

My body is weak,
As I fall to my knees,
My hands trembling in front of me,
The thought has finally become clear,
Both of my lives are now over,
Here I will sit waiting for the morn,
Waiting for them to take me away.


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The Beauty Within

The Beauty Within When a heart is kind Goodness seeps into your mind Peacefulness flows all about As the inner beauty turns inside out When the kindness of the heart is given Energy flows with life worth living All living life comes from the Lord His inner beauty keeps us in accord That glorious beauty of nature Shows God’s kind heart so pure The beauty is an unspoken love That comes from our Lord above When we begin to focus On God’s beauty all around us A sense of peace will slowly start As you feel the goodness of God’s heart It is all the glory of the Lord’s Gracious beauty of His innards Kindness begets kindness like a friend Pouring out all the beauty from within Not everyone can see inner beauty As we all look at others differently Only within the eyes of the beholder Will the true beauty begin to smolder A person is not seen by their outer shell That’s how I see it as far as I can tell A bitter heart that deceives like a crook Appears ugly no matter how great you look Let your heart be kind and always shine Your inner beauty all of the time! Florence McMillian (Flo)

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~The youth,such soft supple skin.
Play yet a steady reminder of how maturity takes a toll.
All the while she sits,smiles only to transcend reflection in the mirror.
Her hair streaks silver.
Through decades,every milestone has been met.
Laugh lines set deep.
Eyes glossed over like film.
Still,elation brought fourth by a glimpse of a grandchild, can not be measured.~


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Fairytale Love

Fairytale Love

This is a story of young love to the old.
Best friends we were at a delicate young age,
Remained that way, until turning of life's page.
Now comes the time for our tale to be told. 

Attraction was strong but we never dared to dance.
The love we felt separately stayed hidden within, 
And many day's hours we longed to give in.
Not revealing our love we craved to romance. 

Oh young love, how innocent and sweet.
Fearing to admit it, may loose your best friend.
Dazed in each other's eyes never knowing back then,
The secret desire for our souls to meet. 

A meeting in mid-life was short and all too brief.
Years passed by and every now and then,
A song would play and you're in my heart again.
Silent yearnings may have erased many years of our grief. 

Older and wiser, we're given a second chance.
Days may be numbered, never knowing the end.
Profess your young love to your best friend,
And take that chance to romance that dance. 

A lifetime passes and now our love's revealed by both.
Admissions of love confessed to you my dear,
The truth of this has now come back through the years. 
This love we've always shared is now open to growth. 

An encountered stranger noticed the looks we share. 
Not knowing our story, he said to you and me,
This is a fairytale love that others can see.
There must be a glow when in our eyes we stare. 

The question still lingers, should we take that leap.
Has sorrow guarded our hearts from love,
Will time allow us to look down from above. 
Should we grasp onto life's pleasures to keep. 

Oh young love, how innocent and sweet,
To be given this gift that one only dreams.
Could this be...the real fairytale it seems?
Was it destiny in motion to once again meet. 

I know now what life is telling me I should do,
Here stands my best friend right in front of me.
He's been with me a lifetime in every breath I breathe
I've always been passionately in love with you.

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A Gullah Angel

“Be still sad heart and cease repining;
Behind the clouds the sun is shining,
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life a little rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.”- - Longfellow

Charleston, SC
After the Old Bethel church had been in decline for many 
years it was moved to its present location for the Gullah. 
A smell of salt always in the breeze, the sound of waves 
crashing on the rocks may be heard.

He stands in the old adjacent cemetery looking at a grave,  
adorned by an ebony angel, a tear falls as the wing tip is touched.  
My story was in a different time and place, a different culture even.
Taking place in 1881 long after the terrible division was over. 
Yet the landmarks, preserved from that war lingered, 
even as they took on new meaning and significance.  
The churches were all touting “demon rum”
while the temperance leagues marched.
With drum and cymbal they moved, 
from church to levee, up the banks
and through the square where the Citadel stands.
Then turning left through the heart of Charleston
to stop at the open market place,
where everyone gathered in the long hot evenings.
The church not segregated then, the Gullah 
attended along with the whites- - 
more for show and display of wealth, than for religion. 
For that they would reserve Sunday evening
and a larger church in the heart of town.

He lived adjacent to the church, beyond the graveyard.
The first time he saw her, she saw him first.
When he looked up and caught the stare
the most amazing look of rapture came over him.
Both were embarrassed and neither could speak.
He finally composed himself and invited her to come into the garden. 
After a short fiery relationship her swollen condition
prompted the church to intervene.  
It was on the verge of ostracizing both of them 
when she slipped on the rocks of the jetty. 
As he tried to save her she delivered a son.
In all the confusion and darkness, and because of her weakened 
condition he could not save both of them and she died.  

His Great Grandfather lived and so continued the long line 
on down through his grand babies. This one would not have known her 
even had she lived to a ripe old age.  But the fact of love denied to
these two young people in that moment in time, has been told and
retold down the generations.  Sometime, in the lifetime of each 
generation, the statue has been visited to keep a promise that is made 
by every son of every son. 

Sept. 29 2011 Charles Henderson
For Constance's "Church by the Ocean" contest

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Where Do I Go

How can I move on from here?
How can I forget what I felt?

Yet I do not have it in me anymore.
My love has faded away.
I do not know why.

My feelings and emotions have left.
I had really checked out for good.

I thought maybe I would 
try again for her sake.

And now I have only hurt her more.

The silence in me kills,
tortures her so much.

I only want to stop this pain 
and end it for her benefit.

Either way, there isn't
a happy ending.

I feel pain, and my heart
burdens me for what is to come.

Because she will be overwhelmed 
with pain,
a broken heart,
and eyes filled with tears.

Where do I go from here.

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Poets Are Well Grounded

Contrary to the popular consensus Poets in general are very well grounded, well adjusted As opposed to the general population It's the average Joe or Jillian out there that are in question It's really not their fault, it's due to the state of the world The constant bombardment of negative news That we constantly receive daily Negatively affects us year after year, decade after decade It never gets any better... in fact it's worse AND scarier But I've said it before and here I say it again Rise above it and carry on in spite of all the negativity In my experience, it's really the only way to survive I seem to be harping on this theme a lot lately But in reality, I'm just trying to give you the benefit of my 79 years And what I've found has helped me get through Really I'm no great stinker... uh, thinker Just passing along what I've learned! © Jack Ellison 2014

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Old Fashioned Romance

Love, love, the old fashioned way With courtships that lasted more than a day This new modern age of total free love Has its appeal but missing the hugs It's straight to the bedroom on the very first date Never a thought of perhaps we should wait Back in the day we wanted a virgin To experience together the joys of flirting The coy little love words that promised the moon Wishing so badly it happens real soon Anticipation built up in our throbbing veins Imagining that moment when passion reigns Now it's “pleased to meet you, let's go to bed!” Oh for the days of mystery instead Thinking of when your union's complete That moment when both are swept off their feet That moment sublime lasts forever and ever To happen today, the chance would be never © Jack Ellison 2015

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Pretend Friend

I would prefer an enemy to be my friend Than having a friend who is only pretend You’ve been caught in several lies From what I’ve seen with my own eyes Please don’t keep being a pretend friend to me That’s not how our friendship is supposed to be It’s very disappointing and it hurts a lot To know your true friend is truly not We’ve known each other so very long here You know coming from me it’s all sincere We’ve crossed a bridge with no back track Knowing we could only just glance back The intimacy we used to have is all over now Maybe our friendship can be saved somehow If you are a pretending friend with me You are pretending to others too evidently You’ll never find true love when you deceive You will only get tangled in that web you weave I do apologize for pretending to you as well God loves us both we are not going to Hell Now I was a pretend friend to you too Because I didn’t tell you when I knew The lies you told put me in a bad mood That’s when I decided to cock an attitude It was like a shield so you couldn’t get in It pushed you away from being my friend I tried to overlook the way you treated me And pretending you cared for me intimately We had no commitment just a deal To be truthful and to be for real Lies are like rubber bouncing all over the place They bounce right back up and hit you in the face Untruthfulness is an ugly sight to see No matter how attractive you may be The hurt inside comes from seeing you pretend Especially more so because you are my friend You owe nothing to anyone, no not you And can do what ever it is you want to do It’s just that it actually all boils down to A friend is supposed to be someone true Did you not really know what a true friend should be? Did you forget that the true friend was supposed to be me? A true friend is someone you are truthful to And one who is also truthful to you Now a one-sided deal Means the friend is not real And that’s the friend I would call pretend So please think twice before you do it to me Unless you are sure you want our friendship to no longer be Don’t lose this friend who wants only to encourage you Though it would be nice for you to encourage me too I thought I had a special friend that was true And I really thought that one was you Some advice from a real friend Please don’t be a friend who becomes so pretend Luv ya, Florence McMillian (Flo)

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Congratulations -- DADDY --

It was late when I finally rollover into a Dream
She was Young, She was Pure: She was Beautiful
I danced up behind her; I feel Her long flowing, Auburn Hair
She turns around and says, “Are You He? ”Are You DADDY”
“I am Joanne Naomi Johnson”. “ I see Lenore in YOUR Face”
“Your Eyes, more Hazel; than Green” ”Come on, let’s go Home”
“ Mommy’s been expecting You for an Eternity. “You should Know!”
“Mommy, Mommy; He’s here, Daddy is Home; show him Your Poem“
My Heart skipped a beat as She Opens Heaven’s Door : My LENORE
                                 “  M  Y    L  E  N  O  R  E “

                                    ~ To Be Continued ~

                    Inspired by ~ Mr. Robert Joseph Adams
                      Dedicated to All who Believe in LIFE

                        Please Read "About This Poem"

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Pushing too Hard

June’s warm sun had made the lake inviting
“Let’s swim across,” I said without a care
“But it looks quite far to the other side,”
He replied meekly; I issued a dare

For five-hundred yards he followed behind
Splashing, perhaps gasping, I could not tell
That swimming was not my fiancé’s forte
But when he cried, “Help,” I knew all too well

“I’m not gonna make it,” he said with resolve
“Don’t say that, just lie on your back and float!”
A trained lifeguard, I pull him toward shore
He was tall but not too heavy to tote

Just thirty feet left when underwater weeds
Reached up and touched him like snakes below
He struggled, then sank in murky water
I dove, could not find him.  Where did he go?

Other swimmers came quickly, offered aid
At least a dozen were searching the lake
A phone call was made, help was on the way
Precious minutes passed, I started to shake

Beachgoers organized a rescue effort
It took a human chain to find my man
But far too much time had passed since he sank
Soon nightmares relived the day I lost Dan

I shouldered the burden and blamed myself
For not listening when he expressed concern
The lake was too wide, his skills too meager
It took much therapy to come to terms

And learn from this very costly mistake
That others know their limits better than I
His parents sought answers; what could I say?
Now in his memory I exhale a sigh

But never since have I encouraged friends
To join my pursuits that are out of their reach
I offer prayers nightly, shed some tears too
And each June Third I place a cross on the beach

True story for Laura's "Recovery from Life" challenge.

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The Coldest season of man's life

Every man has his lusty spring,
Symbolized by errant love
As an orchid that bloomer’s colorful fragrant,
Still half a man, he is frolicsome
Like a morning star as though heralds the coming of dawn he lives.
Just like ethylene alters the fruit ripened,
He maturates whence his mother wit ascend.
Moral sense overwhelms his errancy,
He now is watchful and meticulous.
And most of who find sereneness in jeune fille,
Share many a moment of his life in her blissful eyes.
When impediments and unrqeuitedness besiege his love,
He strays, loses course and prospect,
And looks back his bloom of youth.
As tides of the seas wrecks a sailor’s abode
By gravity pulling of sun and moon,
His yearn for her jovial love
Engulfs his soul in despair of the lovelorn,
This is whence he love true.
And most of who cease love second time,
And nods nearby the fireplace in the coldest season of man’s life
So waits for unalterable death,
Turn to sand where his antecedents’ laid.

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Love Yourself

Belittled, you fiddled with me? You messed up true indeed and frankly I am insulted by your 
own ignorance. Why are you messing with my temperament? 
Sorry u couldn’t trust yourself to trust me, but sorry for you because trust creates love and 
growth God lives in me; but the black shadow that controls your soul, won’t let my light shine 
through you.
Given you myself Omni presently, you drained me from my hopes of you. Forced to see your 
truth, instead of enjoying the presence of my greatness, you pulled out your root.
Leaving me confused and unsettled with myself as I failed when in reality I am won, I opened 
my heart to fully someone and given them the pleasure of knowing thoroughly and to ME is to 
love me…. So if you don’t then that only means you don’t love your enough to let my love, 
love you.

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It was a shock 
Even though I didn’t check the clock
That colorful approach blew my mind
Cause it was seldom to find

Prior to this time, panted my heart 
like never before
My system shook in search of the 
My members anticipated for as long 
as I waited
For time tickled slowly in delay of 

But something keeps beeping in my 
Up! Up! It seems far away in the sky
Soaring with birds of unequal 
And I know that’s ‘’U’’

When will force of gravity start 
working in opposite?
When will rapture show its face?
Even if rapture and gravity take to 
no concern,
Then I will board a plane

But still waiting for gravity to go hay-
Suddenly comes the heaven kissing 
the earth.
And now comes my dreams at my 
Oh! What an aura to behold.

See her smiling to attract sentence
My star, my heart, my baby
The rib that left before my inception
You’ve just filled the lacuna.

For I was blind yet could see your 
Dumb, but could still tell you that I 
love you
Deaf, but heard you when you called 
my name
Lame, yet walked into your life

Your eyes prints give me a reason to 
Your sonority reverbs in my tympanic 
membrane-all wisdom like a sonic 
Hmm! I feel the euphoria of true 
And I know we’ll forever move with 
the speed of light

Now, my members dangle for joy
They jingle doggedly because of this 
And never would I want to remain a 
For my heart still pants to answer 
your emotional questions

But…. Wait for a while!
Don’t I need some check up?

Ah! My chemistry has lost its sense 
of organization
My members gyrate even when I 
don’t  take cigarette
I am drawn to what I cannot 
But that’s not my fault
Cause at the touch of love, everyone 
becomes a poet.

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A Friend of Mine Asked Me

A friend of mine asked me 
"How do you meet a man I'm lonely"
I told her "you can meet a man anywhere"
"you can meet him in the library"

"you can meet him at a bus stop"
She meet a man at a bus stop
within a week he had her facing court
a passenger in a stolen can 

The next time a friend of mine asks
I'm going to say you can meet a man
at university in a school as you learn
you meet a man that's also learning

You can meet a man
with dreams of building a career
follow the path to your career
and you'll meet a man on the road.

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The roaring sound of a freight train wind,
Blows northern snows across the prairie again.
horizontal snow that ices over eye-lashes,
Quickly brings a halt to any kind of progresses.

Shivering bones and chattering teeth,
Just a mile or so to the end that keeps,
the warmth of a fire in a pot-belly stove,
one more mile till my Wyoming home. 

I can smell the fire burning on a 60 mile per hour gust,
Faint;  but I can smell it just enough,
to keep my feet moving in an unmerciful land,
Please dear Lord, don't let this be my last stand.

Growing tired and weary, snow up to my hips,
I remember your kisses on my half frozen lips.
We danced in that field of purple and white,
Now, it seems I've lost my way, and I've lost my life.
I think I'll sit and rest just a bit.

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That moment

You smile

You lift your shoulders

You blink

You bite your lip

I sure I know your feelings

Can't let this moment slip

Is it all about the timing

Will cupid shoot his bow

Shall I taste your lips today

Or again let courage go

For I have faced some deamons

Fought men near twice my size

So why does fear fall upon me

When I look into your eyes

Is it because love plays this way

It starts as a cruel game

Where two souls need to open up

And say they feel the same

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Dearest hon,

You cannot believe how excited I was to see sunflowers in the market today!
It’s been quite a while since I saw these cheerful flowers, and it just made my 
day...the lady selling them was even kind enough to give me some seeds.
It felt like it has been months of endless rains over here, so seeing those 
bright yellow blooms was my sunshine for the day. 

And since it’s still going to be like 3 months before I get to finally be with 
you, I decided to enclose these seeds so you can plant them for me ahead of time.
You’re such a green thumb, I know that my sunflowers will be happily waiting for
me when I get back, and hopefully you’d be clutching them in a huge bunch, 
together with that great big smile of yours! Sure do miss your smiles!

Let soil embrace these little tokens of my life here without you. Nurture it with care
while I’m still not yet there with you and just shower it with your love as you’ve 
shown me...

Counting the days until I’m with you...

Yours forever,


Dearest Aurora ,

You won’t believe how moved I was to finally receive that letter from you, and those
sunflower seeds were such bittersweet tokens. I took what you said to heart and 
you would be so happy to know that those sunflowers are the biggest there is here
in our neighbourhood –very fitting for you, love –
since you always did have the brightest smile and the biggest heart.  Heaven knows
how much I miss you...God knows that my tears have also showered these plants...
My heart is literally breaking now, as I write this. People have told me you were 
holding the biggest bunch of sunflowers that day you left the post office, and you even had 
a smile on your face... know sweetest heart, that I shall take care of your sunflowers 
until the day I die. My love for you still shines as brightly and will never fade...

Your hon until the sun refuses to shine...

*** June 29, 2010 Written for Constance’s flowers contest 

uh-oh I don't know where to put this--narrative maybe??

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the unwanted daughter

as i knocked on the door i could not help but think
will my heart soar or will it sink
you opened the door and locked at me
could this be who i think i see
i said hi i am your kid
it must have been something i did
cause she just slamed the door and said,
go away to me you are dead
i just want to get to know you
don't you want to get to know me
NO you stupid kid just leave me be
your suppose to love me your my mom
i do not love you get off my damn lawn
fine if you don't like me i will go
but i love you mom that's all i wanted you to know

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When Love Bites

Waking up to an ordinary day, 
Usual routines with a headache not far away.
The annoyance of the hassle,
That’s too much to bear.

The lingering lines meandering here and there, 
As each looked at the next, only to see a sight of despair.
Suddenly, as if the lights flickered on and off, I looked around,
For that moment I was swallowed by ecstasy.

It was beauty that left a scar,
A sting that penetrated the deepest fathoms of my heart.
I could not glimpse, only stare,
It was the medusa of love.

Her skin smooth as fresh milk,
And eyes of the sandiest brown,
Nails that gleamed like coral sands, 
And hair that whistled like a gentle stream.

The lips were the rosiest pink, as if all the petals gave their colour to her,
Teeth white, as if Santa Claus had bought extra snow,
Cheek bones sculpted by angles, 
And a smile that eclipsed the moon.

I stood still,
As if there was an artic chill.
I could not speak or think, for I knew,
This was not an ordinary day    


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Love's Rose

Far back in the cool green shadows
Of the woods in a foreign land,
There blows a rose of thornless stock;
'T is thornless by Love's reprimand.
The hunters have fled the battle;
The woodland lies placid and still
With naught to break the blest quiet
Save for the nightingale's trill.

Kneeling beside the fair blossom
Is a maiden of purest heart
Whose virgin soul no man has known;
'T was reserved for her true love's art.
Nestled against her maiden breast
Lies the beast of the ivory horn;
He who discerns the virgin heart,
The magnificent unicorn.

The trees gather round enchanted;
Their lacy tops whisper the song,
"Home is the warrior from battle
For right is triumphant o'er wrong."
He rests, wings folded, victorious;
Enraptured, she cradles his head.
Love is the balm his soul needed
For the wound that rankled blood red.

Far back in the cool green shadows
Of the woods in a foreign land,
There blows a rose of thornless stock
'T is thornless by Love's reprimand.
The rose which blossoms eternal
Knows the lovers will never part;
'T is white for a love without blemish;
'T is red for their passionate heart.

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Samantha Jayne

The passion and the wonder
Shine in your eyes so blue
A spring tide born in rainbows
Pull me deeper into you
Our goodbyes feel like torture
As we kiss with painful frowns
I'd sooner die  in your arms
In your rainbow tide I'd drown
The hours pass like seconds
When you are next to me
Together we could walk through hell
Still heaven's all I'd see
I love it when it's late at night
We laugh and point at stars
Celestial smiles telling us
The world has became ours

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The Wolfman love story

Nightfall was here,
The reward for his habitual labor was well on its way,
Storming through borders,
Invading backwards cities,
Collecting pieces and parts,
Digesting human heart.

Suddenly his hot lit eyes,
Spotted an unusual sight,
Her reflection off the quiet lake,
Stifled his appetite,

His nostrils flared exposing smoke,
For autumn’s chill consumed his cloak,
He swept across the trees,
Causing her to feel an abrupt breeze,

She looked around, but noone was there
She knew a presence had snuck a stare,
She continued on her way,
Then felt compelled to pray,

Asking God to bring to her,
A man that would love her so,
Vocalizing that she didn’t care,
If his looks were hard for others to bear,
As long as he could truly love,
And appreciate her like his dove.
She would be grateful,
For her heart wasn’t capable of being hateful,

She prayed the rest of her way,
While this man of the night
Listened intently to every word she did say,
And when she got to her humble little home
She went to bed all alone,

Now the time was half past two,
This beast did not know what to do,
For his night had now become defeated,
For her words had made his will depleted,

He began to weep,
His wounds were deep, 
Nevertheless, all that came out were howls,
He became an animal in love that could only let out growls,

The anguish of this tragic story,
He yearned to be held by all her glory,
He proceeded to watch her while she slept in peace,
She was an angel, he was a beast

Then around 6 am
This beauty woke to start again,
When she walked outside,
Her face went white and her eyes grew wide,

Her little house had foot prints all around,
Shaped like hearts but marks from a hound,
A message from a tormented slave,
Someone not even her love could save.

By:Sabina Nicole
Contest: wolfman in love

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 Let me bring you to a world where love has no  limit.
The feelings of devotion lie in between you and me,
You are Adan and I am Eve on the first day that we'd met
We are formed by the prowess of love and faith.
The unconditional LOVE...the greatest gift from God above.
But this love that we have is something veins fluctuating.
We found love  in most special ways.
Not in  amatory form of fantasies.
Hugs and kisses in the world of black and blue. 
Caring for each other without bond and sort of hues.
But often misinterpreted by those minds are less and few.
We twirled the world like roller coaster.--
Meeting up of two souls in soiree place.
Eye to eye we've met and the story begun to clicked.
Friendship that'll remain forever,love that exists 'til the end.
No vow and ties that bind together,
Just two sacred hearts adjoined.
Two people stay together,no pain 'til we get old.
Love stuck in the middle,platonic and bold.

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A Lonely Departure

Yet again, the experience taunts me,
but a willing sacrifice, determined and well thought of.
Suitcases seem heavy, the clothes too much to wear,
and the pain I cannot bear.

Day after day, reminded of that day,
I wish that day never came.
Is it worth it?
Maybe, but my happiness lives in the heart of another.

At last that day has come,
sometimes, as the day leading up, words meander around unspoken thoughts.
Home at last,
I say, I am there and back again.

Honestly, what I know is wisdom,
Inseparable hearts, cohesive bodies and the softest lips I have ever kissed.
There can be no departure,
but this day it feels like that


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Stitching of Two Souls

I would like to mend yours and our life into a single stetch.
Into that of dreams impossibles but moment of memories.
Times of love and desires passions burning from inside.
Our souls craving each others emotions and our thoughts run wild.
Wanting to touch your curves I feel your skin lightly.
My fingers, the tingles you find yourself twitching to.
My lips at tug of you gently as I kiss your neck with authority.
You feel my control as I caress you and tease you.
That of love's devotion I give to you all of my being.
By my heart, I give to you for life to care for.

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L O M L Always

The thought of her smiling gave me faith
From when we were little we bathe
My mother and her mother is best friends
They both took care of us and gifts they send
We pulled each others hair
And she was always quick to dare
When I smiled at her she knew it was no good
She learned to pull me up and she understood
I just wanted her attention and that she gave
She knew it in her heart love was my slave
From when we were a child with full of energy I had my way
She was the one who was my guide and she did not push me away
When I saw her cry one day and her eyes was so sad
I gave her a flower and I smiled at her and made her glad
When some one special leaves her heart
I sat by her and never wanted to depart
She is the love of my life always
She is the one who gave me my hope through out my days
So I gave her my heart and love from within
And I did not make it thin
I stood by her side since I was a child
I gave her my support when we were wild
She knew who I was and I let her go the distance
I did not hate her or give her resistance
My mother and her mother are great friends and their virtue will never end
Because of their love they both trusted us to live our ways to transcend
So my childhood friend was my best friend, and now my wife
She new it from the start that we part of each others life

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To My Brother

 To My Brother
We had our squabbles, and many quibbles,
Disputes and fibbing bouts...
We often wrangled, right into trouble
Poor mom would threaten, and then untangled us,
And was often tempted, then.....
                                to strangle us! 
You were the star,… so tall you stood…
And ‘tho I tried, to reach that far, 
I never could
I often wished, for just one time, that I could win…
To be the one, who won the battle
Instead I'd tattle, and you would laugh
I'd blow a gasket...and that would last
Until we passed into our teens
And then it seemed, that you were gone
And I would long, to have you back.  
Now, looking back, I see more clearly
And love you dearly, for being there...
For being fair, for being you...
And something else, I'll say that's true...
You were my idol
You were my hero, you made me proud
I'll say it now, I'll say it loud
That you still do.
Did you know…. My darling brother
All my life, as we were growing
I had you, to make me climb
A little higher, and all that time
I saw the world, a little better
I had you, a little older
To make me try a little harder
For, I was shy...and you were not,
You gave me goals, to reach the spot...
To try my best, and be a little bolder
As we got older, I saw it clearer
And we grew nearer, which says a lot.

You were my star, and you still are
You helped me know, you helped me grow
Did you know you still inspire
That little spark…
Did you know I still admire
And after all, these many years
….I still strive
            …… to toe the mark ?

(Dedicated to my big brother)

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The rustling sound of rain, heard through the window. Dust covered histored books that I tended to clean. A small forgotten letter fell by, a lost letter, was never sent... For my loved one;
“Oh how I cannot forget the smell of your breath, the scent of your hair surrounding my head as I bend and touch your sweet lips with my own. How I cannot forget the tight grips when we locked fingers standing close together in the lonely rain as you heat my body with the warmth of your chest. How I cannot forget your twinkling whispers in my ears sending shivers towards my feet, and your fair giggles with shiny eyes as you come across looking at me. How our lives were intertwined with heavenly love and then torn like a small leaf thus crumbling into ashes and dust. 
Not a day passed by since you met your fate have I not swallowed my tears into my guts… farewell my love, farewell my one. I hope you fare better in heaven than I do, down here, on earth."

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Why Church is called Catholic

Church is a she Bride of Father Christ Church is Catholic Church is people Catholic related to the whole Greek kat’holon Father Christ called Profess whole faith Preserve all Sacraments To administer To proclaim Good News Sent her to all nations (YOUCAT) 4092013

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Midst the mulga and the gidyea out beyond the old Paroo 
runs a road which leads to Yowah and a great place it is too. 
Where the populace is smitten by an urge they can’t withstand: 
Its the lust to find the queen of gems, beneath a timeless land. 
With her tantalising beauty and her taunting, twinkling eyes, 
Its the radiance of this desert child her lovers highly prize. 
Suitors come from every walk of life, from countries quite diverse 
and she keeps them courting tirelessly exacting quite a purse. 
And the charm of her charisma casts a spell they can’t escape, 
so they’ve built a little township there amid that red landscape. 
Quite relentless is their quest to toil,  a constant ritual, 
and they love their leisure moments like their Opal Festival. 
Chris and I were asked to join them and present our bush verse show 
through the festival proceedings and replied, “We’d love to go.” 
First we entertained the children at the school there for a spell 
then our host, Gwen Burney, took us for a tour that went down well. 
We were shown the local opal fields and dug for Yowah nuts, 
then we lunched and watched some golfers sink some rather dubious putts. 
But the opal bug had bitten and we sought a licence out, 
for we planned to do some noodling or at least just poke about. 
But the torture of the digging with just handpicks proved too tough 
and we chucked the towel in quickly as we’d simply had enough. 
Down in spirits we decided to search out the mulberry wine 
there at Roy’s, not far from Gwen’s place, which was said to be real fine. 
After scoffing down a sample we were feeling mighty good 
and old Roy was sympathetic to our plight and understood. 
He produced a bar and shovel and a bottle of his brew, 
then we headed back to noodle with our outlook all anew. 

Well we dug and sipped and dug and sipped, oblivious to pain 
and the next two days we carried on and did it all again. 
We were up each morning early and sat cracking all our nuts, 
though our hands were full of blisters and a mass of little cuts.  
We were both now surely smitten and could not resist her will, 
for the bug had surely bitten and we talk about it still. 
Yes, its tantalizing colour and its taunting texture’s fine   
and we’re flamin' well addicted to Roy’s home-made mulberry wine. 

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My Surrogate Daughter

Just spoke with my surrogate daughter The sweetest young treasure I've ever known A beautiful flower alone in a field Her beauty is beyond words Both her visual countenance and her inner beauty Shine forth with such brilliance To light up my life, to show me goodness A smile that exhibits an inner warmth With a glow that melts my heart There are many friends and acquaintances That have entered and exited my life But none so sweet and charming I am so proud of my darling surrogate daughter © Jack Ellison 2015

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GREEN Chapter One

Lying in an ocean of her own blood 
drowning in her own blood.
Her lungs burning from the bullet wounds 
she never thought this is how her
life would end.  Her tears start to flow as 
she thought of the years she spent 
slithering with
snakes.  Her job at the BNB bank made it 
easy to launder money for the Black 
Crime Syndicate.
It was six years ago on June the sixth that
 her life went to hell.  Upset at the thought 
of being late
for work Kenya floored the gas pedal.  
Weaving in and out of traffic hoping she 
didn't get a ticket.  
Arriving at the BNB bank right on time. 
Kenya rushed inside and greeted everyone 
with a warm friendly smile.
A short while later the most attractive man 
she had ever seen entered the bank.  Lost
in his good looks Kenya had to find the 
words "May I help you?"  He introduced 
himself.  "Yes my name is Malik Maxwell 
Williams.  I would like to open an 
account".  "Mr. Williams please follow me 
to my office".  Malik was in Kenya's office 
for twenty minutes before making his 
departure.  Kenya made it up in her mind 
that she would get to know Malik on a 
personal level.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red 
Seven aka The Green Poet aka The Brown 

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Reaching You

From the moment I saw you,
I'd never stop on dreaming about you.
Every night I watch the skies,
Wishing there I'll see your smile.

And when I reach the stars up high,
I suddenly realized..
Oh, they were so bright
As bright as your eyes

But, I know I'll never be with you
So tonight I'd rather sing this poem for you

Like the stars in the sky
You're so hard to reach
And I don't know why
You're like the stars in the sky
Feels so near but seems too high
Like the stars in the sky
Yea, you've made me smile
Even for a while
But I don't know why
And I have to face the truth
You'll never be mine
Like the stars in the sky
That will never be mine

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By Nightfall Luminary

The sun enlightening at the front house
two old armchair-in places by the postal —  
the vicinities were dinners in cycles’                                                                                      
parent’s table, the nightfall resembled                                                                                     
sky, —and fling butterfly around upon
spotlights lining by of sidewalk streets . . . 

Surprise was bound my moments
the primary time you’d walk
from my home . . .                                                                                                               
Stupefied, I got enacting take action about
smiled between me teethes of cheer
but, our nasty memories’ dated in dossiers
stopped all my puller-goals
and let you proceed without been
Break up, your trial my call . . . 

I could fallow your way-along
How could, you rendered that, after all?
Sudden was three question mares, my mind
but, asset wound was my heart
thou I dismiss talk to you anew . . . 

In while, along as moment I felt myself
odd, stupefied and mirthful in about
You been presented, then, you walked                                                                                
pretense front my stand sat, an armchair,                                                                                     
by the postal about 16 ft. away . . .  
stopped something in me, thy taking action
then, I felt pitifully fallowed you				
fled in the mile, by the vicinity
And street corners, —am now without                                                                                      
seen you afresh’ by gone twenty                                                                                                 
year long ago, and this whereas then! 

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Voice Of The River

Voice Of The River

“O voluptuous maiden 
why do you bring your tears 
to the side of my flowing waters?
I have enough water to fill the valley.”
“O river,” replied the Maiden,
“I have been duped by a masquerading heart of Love,
even as we lay on your grassy banks 
my pure heart was taken without warning. 
My heart soared as the birds, 
while words he whispered from tender lips 
were of promises and dreams.”
“So why do you cry my maiden?” 
“Why are the tears so full of sorrow?”
"I gave my love freely with no wants for myself,  
now love is gone, 
and I want to silently flow in your waters.”
But the river was wiser 
and knew that its waters flow was unending., 
though there were places it flowed shallow, 
and schemes where it is deep.
“I say to you my Maiden,
I tell you from wisdom , 
my waters are like your love, 
it flows both shallow and deep, 
with twists and turns, 
over rocks, along the banks,and over the falls. 
I will flow continuously 
not knowing from where I originate
very much like your Love; and without end.”

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Surrendered to my Love

I searched for you night and day,
My lungs gave out and breath gave way.
It was endless in miles and vast in count.
The treasures in measure are heavy in amount.
Piece by piece I seek to find,
Gathering myself with a soul and mind!
I prayed for you day and night,
My heart gave way and my feelings gave out.
I was surrendered to my love without a doubt!
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006

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Shrine of Love

Shrine of Love

I , the first-timer, am greeted at the gates of this shrine
By the roar of the seas and a  bower of tangled vines
With a two-in-one miracle rising in its middle
A  neem  tree  entwined  by a banyan in a huddle.

I  step inside the little space of  the temple  hallowed
To the sight of the wide seas, but a hundred feet below
And  walk to the railings to get a better view of things
To find,  on  the rocky ground  I stand , waves banging.

So close to the  seas but safe at a hundred feet’s height
The land extends as a wall to the viewers delight
Spangled on its sides with blooms and the top with trees. 
No sands and beach