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Details | Ballade | |

Imagine

Imagine lakes of dreams 
Blood contained streams
Imagine oceans that behold undiscovered beings
Imagine human life depended off of cheers and games
Man design’s umbrellas
And eventually would play a part in acid rain
Imagine not wanting to smell another rose 
Or touch another soul 
Because of despair and shame
Imagine in the mist of your demise
You have the passion to rejoice and sing
Imagine driving pass shattered glass
The interior  is soaked with blood stains
Your mind can't comprehend the fact 
that it's a dead family in the next lane
Imagine dreaming for freedom
As a result by your neck you hang
Imagine for the sake of progress 
You whip a man on his back and call him a slave.
Rage, Pain, Fortune, and fame
You don't have to imagine this 
Because that's what life brings.


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Loosing It

  < Early morning,

   Its rainy and dark,

   Quit dull,

   Cloudy and gray,

   Emotions flowing not,

   So dim and sadden,

   Stuck in a zone,

   Feeling all alone,

   Suddenly blacken,

   Now dressed in lace,

   And black satin,

   Emotions flowing all over,

   Yet still lost,

   Dazed and amazed,

   Felt crushed pancake flatten......>






Details | Couplet | |

Visit me in a dream

Come and visit me in a dream,

And tell me how you are,

Are you floating on a cloud?

Have you found the brightest star?

 

I know you're with us somewhere,

Even though you can't be seen,

Painting the bluest sky,

Or among the grass so green.

 

As I'm wandering through the park,

Looking up at the trees,

Daydreaming of the joy you brought,

Will you visit me please?

 

Just send me a little sign,

White feathers on the breeze,

To let me know you're happy, free

And put my mind at ease.

 

Or ask a passing stranger,

With twinkling brown eyes,

A cheeky smile, and baldy head,

To nod as he passes by.

 

Or maybe play a special song,

Loud, on my radio,

That could have been written just for you,

About all the love we've known.

 

Come visit me in a dream,

And tell me how you are,

I know you're there, a floating cloud,

And one of the brightest stars.


Details | I do not know? | |

Fire

Fire
Instance of combustion
Fuel
Ignited
Oxygen
Light, Heat, Flame
A burning mass
As on a hearth
Destructive conflagration
Heat
Greek fire



©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


Details | Rhyme | |

Tainted Butterfly

This is my life, don't you see Pure jealousy has taken over me My wings clipped and my neck broken The demon inside of me has awoken You left me heart and soul for the last time Your words spoken as I caused the true crime My body dies down and the cold breaks me down Once upon my head, now on the ground a shattered crown My lungs seize to take in more air But i tell myself... he doesn't care... I take my last breath and close my eyes My heart says goodbye to the mournful cries They all stand around and look down at me there Some say I deserved it, some say is was unfair An untimely death was one I was destined to behold But this death was certainly... the most utterly cold Hand placed upon my chest and my body dressed all in black The memories of my in their hearts begin to lack Lowered below the ground my body is taken Never again for the butterfly to awaken


Details | Ballad | |

From The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand - THE RUINS OF THE ANCIEN REGIME




Farewell, then, AUKN boss,
The next this year makes three.
By the time they find a substitute,
Slovenes will be at sea.

He tried to cover his behind;
AUKN boss of bosses,
As every week, balances grew bleak:
He weighed merits and losses.

With all this he'd no time to eat,
And round and round he flew.
And now he's split in a hissy-fit;
So helmsman, too-de-loo!

Day after day, day after day,
He drifted on the ocean;
Guano-vernment rained on his ship
Their suggestions for promotion.

Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Corporate boards crosslink;
Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Let's take you for a drink.

Accountants talking rot: O Christ!
Missions, visions - oh please!
Yea, slimy characters need legs
And slimy policies.

So has he done an hellish thing?
Not hired who? We dunno:
Was it absurd, to have a separate curd
From the whey Slovenia owes?
This wretch won't play, after 60 days;
Pissflaps, he'll have to go!

God help ya, gospod Bencina
From the fiends, that plague us thus! -
It's time to go — shot like cross-bow,
The AUKN boss.

Ah! walk-out day! what evil looks
Had I from Ernst and Young!
Who's at a loss? AUKN's boss
Wouldn't take a bung?

"You'll be" quoth one, "abolished - no
Stigma to double-cross."
He chose to go - why? We don't know:
Harmless AUKN boss.


Re-reading the original gave me a great idea for dinner until I realised all the storks have all flapped off to Africa for the winter. Pity, as I have some ancient marinade from Tuš. Like the subject of the poem, I didn't have the stamina for a Coleridge-length effort.

Story: http://www.sloveniatimes.com/total-mess-in-state-owned-capital-asset-management

The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand interprets important Slovenian affairs for the non-Slovene speaking world. www.maria.si


Details | Couplet | |

Where does the Time go

I feel as though time is slipping away,
And more is gone each passing day…


Details | Verse | |

CONTROL THE LOVE

Control the love between the two of you,
Or else you 'll be hit by a blow to split off
Your life's heart like an axe.
Stare at each other, tenderly, communicate
With ease, graciously, whisper melodies, sweetly,
But do not let your fingers crisscross so 
That you won't be caught up in each others arms...
"ON THE BED".
Leading to each others thighs that wrought
The sweetest taboo.
So control the love if you must stand above ill manners
As you are not yet wedded.
Don't let it flow without measures or brake
For you might be tied up like stock fish to a bamboo stake,
Ready for the fire... ending you in utter remorse.
Control the love! control the love!! control the love!!!


                                                     CHARLES MELODY
                                               (Lightning Ink).


Details | Haiku | |

LOVE - HAIKU

Love is as love does Peace begets peace; happy day Unconditional


Details | Verse | |

That lost, Must Be Found

That moment we forgot what we did saw.
This no doubt our memory have failed us,
A signal that the time will not be thaw,
That moment we forgot.

When all throbbing has come and nestled, thus
The thing we saw reappears as its raw,
Then nothing can stop that call behind us.

Not lost memories are what we keep as law
The forgotten will haunt back as pulse
Highest shade, most lightening will tour and saw
That moment we forgot.


Note: Form of poetry used in the piece is a 'Roundel' form of poetry.


Details | Free verse | |

Dead Bodies and Pretty Flowers

In her last breath,
Her phantom slid in the air,
Dissipating into nothingness
Just as she was nothingness.
Laying draped in our tears
Hades cuddled her lifeless body
And smiling,
Clawed her by the skin
Dragging her beyond our understanding.
Nothing to claim for our own.

Lunch arrived.
Nibble. Crunch. Chew.
Dead never tasted sweeter.
Sucking the vitality from her,
They push up beyond her decaying flesh.
Brown. Raw. Destroyed.
And into a fragrant spring.


Details | Imagism | |

I'm Always Around

I'm Always Around
by BJ Welsh

I'm not near, but I'm really not so far
If you look up I'll be the brightest star
Looking down upon God's project earth
Watching and waiting for a rebirth
When you speak I will always listen
My points will seem to shine and glisten
Giving you guidance when things seem tough
Steady now it may be rough
When we meet again someday
Be it there or far away

I'm here for now and always will
Never escaping, did you feel that chill?
My spirit wind brushed by your side
Or the soft, gentle wave pushed by the sea tide
When we meet again someday
Be it there or far away

You've given me hope and reason to breath
It's not yet time for me to leave
I'm that fluttering seagull upon the sands
Maybe I'm the reason for you to dance
When we meet again someday
Be it near or far away






Details | Haiku | |

LOVE, LILIES, BIRDS

LOVE Love will conquer all those who fight it...surrender to lose is to win LILIES The lilies called me I sheltered in their flowers a casket loomed close BIRDS Sirens scream at dawn helicopters in pursuit birds keep on singing


Details | Tanka | |

Underneath the House

dragging feeble feet
a silent walk to death's grasp
beaten under house
the last sigh escapes her lungs
whiskers shrivel as years pass


Details | Haiku | |

---blood red poppies

blood red poppies
lay across the battlefield
crows caw

*inspired by Charles Henderson
 thanks for the history lesson!


Details | Haiku | |

Natural Reclamation

the forest
surrender to nature
white oaks fall


For the Haiku from the Heart Contest
Submitted by Ann Roske
Form : contemporary haiku
3-6-3 format

We've had a really wet and weird winter and have 4 white oaks that have fallen over on the back of our property.  It is sad to see them go down, but Mother Earth will reclaim and re-purpose them.  This is my small tribute to that wonderful and mysterious process - circle of life.


Details | Haiku | |

Two White Butterflies

                                                   I sit alone
                                           At her sunlit grave site
                                             Two white butterfles


Details | Cinquain | |

Sunlight

Sunlight 
shining brightly
down on mourner’s faces
brings tearsdrops under dark glasses
too soon


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Winters Release

One frown is lost
At what cost now
Jack Frost has died


Details | Lyric | |

Halloween's Song

Its your Halloween rave, having your mascaraed
With all your best friends from back in the day
Liz Lauren and Blake and while they're dressed like skanks
I'm on the front line of battle
Howlin like jackle with A real nasty cackle
puttin a razor blade in the sack of Blake's apples
crack in Lauren's snapple
Staddle Liz like mclovin
But I am more like faghole As I babble at her ass
Axe her fast and mash her up like cattle
Sneak back and tackle your dad and put him in shackles
Shove sour patch kids Down your trap and gaggle
Its abominable, so unbelievable
But its inevitable, the end is kissable
I have rattled these kids psyches 
squirming like a centipede, cutting them like celery 
hear their squeamish screams echo in the streets
as the  creepy bells of the chapel ring


I remain a mystery
You'll need nancy drew, and at least 3 of the hardee boys to find what I'm up to
Theres this gloom that looms down in your basement room
Consuming shrooms, enhaling fumes to escape your doom
Witches zoomin by on their brooms makin sonic booms
Quick call scooby doo, but I killed him too
You heard a loud pound cause I cut the fuse so you
Run away to a motel room, assuming your safe
And As you look the other way,
I got my fangs in your veins and stranglin your neck
Too bad you didn't text your friends to tell them who is next
Hmm let me think for a sec. As Hex your boy  rex 
with an incessant twitch, till he is dead in a ditch
Hang him from bunny man bridge
Yo dude turn the lights on
But there's no flip to switch , I have flipped the script
Its bewitched with no miss to kiss
Exorcist with no priest to dismiss the spirit

So the town clock strikes half past 3
There's one last gas before i must sleep
Or i will crash fast if the light touches me
Put on the mask jack, just like the sixth scream 
I need to grasp havoc, till i hear shrills and shrieks
Please back rabbit, these chills aint for teens
As I stick a cherry bomb in your moms exhaust pipe
Run up on you  with nine a knife, and the head of your wife
Its useless I'm the nuisance that's abusive yet conducive
To your fear that I am near So close I could whisper in your ear
Smell the shampoo in your hair Wipe the floor with your tears
And as you look up in the mirror
I'm there ready to smear your blood all over the chair
as I stab you with my spear I crush a coors beer then
Leave you re crops there dead, red spread on the floor
But I hear a knock on the door
Are you okay honey? "Yes mommy,  just got a cold sore"


Details | Free verse | |

Goodbye

Comforting words
Smooth, quiet tones
Reassurance 
complete confidence 

Long nights spent reasoning
In total understanding
Twin thoughts 
twin minds
twin miseries
and twin fates

Now it’s so quiet
Too quiet
Complete and utter silence....
Oh my God, 
What happened to the good old days
When we both made sense?!

Lost in blurry dreams of childhood
Colorful, wonderful, windy days
Subconscious cradled memories 
of the times when we 
were eachother’s only friends

Only you, 
	the sky
		the earth
			and me...


				No betrayal

			No lies
		No fire

	No hate

No regrets.

I think I can understand 
why you won’t face me
But your sudden silence
is so confusing

Did you ever know me well enough
to know my affection for ultimate honesty?
If you wanted me to go away
why didn’t you just say something? 

Only this emptiness is left
Inconsolable grief...
For what never again can be 

No warning
No parting words
No ceremony

You went and had the funeral 
for our friendship
but did not invite me

From the start
I thought these ways would always be
But in the end,
All I wanted, my friend 
was to say 
goodbye.

I can’t trust anyone
anymore
anyway

All alone again
shame on me


Details | Narrative | |

Faked

I stumble upon a river
the way it flows and feels
I take my shoes off and run threw it
laughing looking up towards the sun
I wake up and it was all just a dream
my sister runs up the stairs
she slams her door
i asked her what was wrong
she looked at me 
She says "mom told me you were adopted"
at first i laughed as i thought it was a joke
I run downstairs to see my mom and dad sitting on the couch
"mom?" i say
she replies "its true we adopted you!" 
she got up and walked into the kitchen
"after all this time i thought i was yours" i say
My father gets up and walks out the door
My mom lays her hand on her forhead
Just dont worry about it  everything will be okay
"No it wont i say"
i felt fake like i wasnt who i was suppose to be
i just sat on my bed thinking about the whole thing
my whole life and who i should have been
I packed my bags that light and i ran away
leaving the less important things behind
i set out on a journey to find my real parents
I had my sister get there info. from my dads office
I took a bus to indiana and looked up there address
As soon as i found it i knocked on the door
A man opened the door
he said "who are you?"
i say "apparently i am your son?!"
"you put me up for adoption?" i repeat

He yells "ANNA!?, Some kid is here for you!"
i repeat the story to her as she denied it
She looked bruised and beaten up
I wanted to help her but the man hut the door on my face

I had no where to go now
So i started on a journey back home
But i never made it there 
I found that old river i use to go too
i stayed there for a few weeks until
i remembered the way back.
I found myself that day
I realized that i was fake but now im not because i know that i am just me not any of them





Details | Free verse | |

Entering the atmosphere

with no remorse he touched my shoulder as i collapse within seconds ..i tumble down a goal set..after i reached the point of no return even now when my core crumbles into a thousand pieces nothing more for me to do .. see how i loose weight and to be set on fire ...with the impact left behind in history .. i now return meteorite entering the atmosphere at the speed my heart goes everytime i see you again


Details | Rhyme | |

Breathing Sea

The sea roars as it breathes
in and out, to rise, in the tides,
along the shores of all the seas
as one, moving where the moon guides.

Waters lapping the isles tiny beach,
gently touching her from beneath,
seeking the mountain out of reach,
among rocks like jagged teeth.

On the water little rafts float,
above the sacred, ancient beds.
Down, down they go with plunging stroke,
past the coral of blues and reds.

On the floor a searchers leg is hung.
Working they fail to set him free.
That night, a funeral song is sung
for the one who now breathes with the sea.


Details | Free verse | |

The Morning of My Brother's Funeral

As the wild bear ate the wild berry
She noticed a wild beauty of her own-rain.
She lived in Michigan
Blue rain kissed the green trees
But only one tree made her heart sing
Did the rain feel sorry for itself
Was the question ringing from dusk to dawn it did
And no one heard it but her. 
A storm was coming in the distance
A hurricane of peace forced her to dream big dreams
A dream from the younger version of herself
The tenacious one 
who would chow down on freshly carved crayons
Thinking thoughts of a sunny moon
Or who hear her taste buds
Singing among tall tall trees, blue blue rains.
She too has grown fond of wild things
As the night of regret fades
The bear, the berry, the rain, the wild
All beautifully crafted
Were these new sculptors of art
Proper artists without knives
So she sang of ol’ Michigan’s nature to gray skies.
This rainstorm was a storm of all storms
For she cried, she wept, and then she fainted
For she was the lonely wild berry
Desperate for more than rain
But oh t’was Michigan’s nature who lived in her
Pain was a mirror whose tears resembled her, 
for she was rain.
And all wild, sinful things were washed away
But what about the many sins of my dearest brother?
Was he not forgiven by his foolish wife
It was in his latter days,
That she finally had crept up close enough
To taste the voice of my brother’s sight
He too was a wild berry, 
So we placed a wild red rose on his warm stone. 
Why was my brother’s wife at this funeral?
She was not of him nor the rest of my family
My brother was blind enough to still seek
After Michigan’s beauty
Its nature he hungered for more and more
Wanting his thirst to be quenched
By that tangy orange sun, the blue rains,
The wild berries, the tall green trees. 
But it rained the morning of brother’s funeral
A funeral that hadn’t happened yet
For Michigan rain was but a dream with in dream 
Screaming chaos ever so silently, and so gently
That morning I reckoned the only
Stranger at my brother’s funeral was his wife
Yes, for we knew him
Even more so after his death
And that moment, Michigan’s nature, too, embraced us.


Details | Free verse | |

Still with me

My dear beloved friend,
I feel you late at night,
Curled atop my feet,
And keeping my heart alight.
I see your sweet smiling face,
Everytime I close my eyes,
And feel you rub against me,
With all the love you have inside.
My loving baby girl, 
I feel you here beside me,
Comforting me of all my pain,
Your close to me once more,
And I have not to weep as much,
When I feel your tail waggin against my legs. 

RIP My Puppy Camille <3 
I love you babygirl


Details | Free verse | |

Enigmatic Lane

Enigmatic Lane

This enigmatic lane-
I’ve walked long.
And now I see
Only barren lands,
A mere setting sun,
And a vague horizon.

I turn to look back
Along this enigmatic lane.
And then I see
Those umpteen vicissitudes,
Those sudden meanders,
Those familiar turns,
Those abrupt detours.

Down this enigmatic lane,
There have been
Many a rich meadows,
Many a bleak wastelands,
Millions of pompous marches,
Millions of disconcerting dirges,
Several comforts of love,
Several cruelties of reclusion.

Along this enigmatic lane
I may no longer tread, for-
As I now halt, I ponder-
Perpetuation has always been
The ruse of fleeting phases,
And what worth has it been
To walk this enigmatic lane.


Details | Free verse | |

It was a Good Last Day of Winter

I drew wings all over me
and for a brief period of time,
I felt that I could fly.
However I cannot stress the brevity of this period;
[it was only about 7 seconds],
after which I hit the ground and thought,
"How silly of me to jump,
for I am no bird!"
This is when the birds took notice
and pecked me to pieces.
It was a pretty good last day.


Details | Lyric | |

Monster

My rage builds up inside
This is the face that cried
The body that died

The world that has no more space
This is the hand that bruised your face
The blood I taste

The depression deep inside my soul
These are the hands that are so cold
The hate that can't unfold

The life placed upon Thee'
These are the eyes that cannot see
The things that should not be

The shame that was placed
This is the mistake that cannot be erased
The time we have left to chase

The words that were spoken too clear
These are the ears that cannot hear
The friend who is no longer near

Shayla Dendinger


Details | Rhyme | |

SEEKING THE PANTHOM HIDING IN THE GRAVEYARD

Where's that derisive phantom hiding? Why is he so cunning?
There are thousands of graves
exposed to hovering ravens...
searching for cold flesh just buried in the thick fog slowly rising!


I seem to hear a distant laughter...come out
despicable phantom, I'll end your irony
with this weapon with a precise shot!
Ah, you still laugh...thinking I wouldn't? Dare me!


The clouds may be too dark for this November noon,
but I came to this graveyard to honor the restless Dead,
not to spread useless terror like you are trying to do soon...
show your scary face, nothing frightens me! I've got lead!


I intend to defy you by all necessary means,
be it grit, revenge, anger, disdain...but not fear!
How can you instill such horrendous thoughts in those gullible teens?
They can't end their young lives with your sly voice ringing in their ear! 


I am merely a mortal threatening a cadaverous immortal...
so guile, coward and vengeful who deceives souls, corrupts minds and changes fates;
who ever said that his strength or astuteness is invincible?
Until I am alive...I will surely trudge through this cemetery to spot your ghostly traces!


Details | Rhyme | |

Harpies

With their Talons they Rip And from your Blood they sip With their poison Lip In Pain you must Dip They already know your Life's length Rate invoking every Hate This is what lies beyond the Glimmering Gate This is your Sanguinary Fate


Details | Haiku | |

Smell the Roses Now

smell the roses now
stop, breathe in before you are
buried beneath them.


Details | Verse | |

Sonnet For You

I imagine myself in no other way
in no other time, or place.
I imagine myself gazing upon
no other smile, or face.
I imagine myself amongst the stars
long after life has leapt
From within this empty shell of mine
and aside you, I have crept.
The moon in all her glory,
Grins long and loud and pure.
I see no fault or blemish in you,
I give my heart in exchange for yours.
To spend away eternity
beneath the gaze of forever.
Wrapped in a love so deep and tight
not even time can sever.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Land of Graves

Land of Graves

A land of graves makes for quiet neighbors.  
He who blessed or cursed extant thereupon remains 
Shall suffer little disturbance at the will of his resting countrymen.  
The deep silence of an irrevocable sleep pervades his surrounds.  
His own sleep mimics that of his departed brethren 
But that kin to living rest is a far colder, everlasting condition.  
Lest it be by the appearance of some revenant, 
His nights will be those of uninterrupted stillness.  
The surface of this vast earthen sarcophagus is adorned with faltering monuments- 
The souls of their corresponding constituency have long-since dispersed in nihilum- 
Leaving playing children and Springtime Sunday-afternoon-passersby 
To speculate on their origins and exits, lives and times.  
But make no mistake this is not a wholly moribund environment.  
There is life in this soil yet.  There is an irrepressible profusion reclaiming 
This tomb from its own looming finality.  The tomb is rendered womb by its power.  
The tomb-womb is green.  It is a garden, a park, a yard and an arboretum.  
It is a charnel conservatory of the deceased, yes, but this sepulchered meadow 
Exists as much if not more for those with air in their lungs and blood 
In their veins as it does for those buried beneath its grassy lawns.  
Though in little more than a generation even the freshest entries into its 
Assembly will receive only sparing or incidental visitation.  
The ancestry hobbyist and the armchair genealogist will pay their homage.  
The digger of graves and the mower of lawns will be more frequent still.  
Is maintenance in the face of inevitability an exercise in courage or folly?  
Perhaps it is just necessary for life to go on. 


Details | Haiku | |

Untimely Ends

Tormented soul speaks;
Truth in darkness lies buried.
Clouds weep bitter tears.


Details | I do not know? | |

Rain Drops

Tear drops falling from the sky
Each one has a sad story to tell
Who will listen?
And who will wipe them off their windsheild?
Tear drops everywhere
Ending their lives on the streets
Why do people find their sounds so peaceful?
Each tear drop is a musical note
Playing its own little, sad song
For the people willing to listen


Details | Free verse | |

Poetic Injuns Snarl

Poetic injuns snarl
The deprecation of land
Defacing of meaning
The grappling with cold
Hospitalized truth, creaky tiles

Curling sand from loveless fingers
Exactitude measured from fininitude
All consuming chains of being
You will be digested as chunks of matter
The law in the same
As for a grain of wheat
There's no special deviation 
For walking tonsils with big brains