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Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 

Copyright © John Paluszek

Details | Ballade | |

The Hunter

The hunter

I saw a man once on TV
He was hunting grizzly bear
Then bear, he got the upper hand
And blood was everywhere
That man was in an awful state
But I lacked in sympathy
You live by sword, you die by sword
That’s just the way it be.

I knew a man, a fisherman
He hunted for big fish
But when his boat did over turn
He never got his wish
Cause big shark came and took his life
And Karma, it was done
It seems that this time hunter lost
And mother nature won.

It seems some folk are low on soul
And only live to kill
I have no sympathy for these
And nor I ever will
When the game gets turned around
They’ve only they to blame
Because they gained their pleasure from
This heartless killing game.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Rhyme | |

I Hate Aunt Floe

NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view

I can see your blood boiling
through  the blades I once called eyes,
they were once beautiful  like jewels
now they hurt my deep insides.
cutting at my guts
and like a noose on my  lungs;
your words seek like bullets 
your mouth like sniper guns.
I’m hit with each inaccuracy…
Being killed by words untrue;
and you even got the nerve
to tell me what you think I do.
But let me get mad
and try to plead my case;
then suddenly the world
is a f--ked up place.
You got tears running down…
What the Hell did I do?
We were just sitting and laughing
I could swear that we were cool.
Oh God…
Oh no…;
I should have seen it… 
It’s Aunt Floe…,
This battle can’t be won or reasoned
I think its best I go.
Cause I hate Aunt Floe 
and she hate me too;
she sit and talk sh-t
about the gum I chew. 
The color of my shirt…,
She say my look is a stair;
She say my best has no worth
And she doesn’t stop there.
I didn’t change
I’ve been the same 
these 28 days,
 but now I’m f_ckin A__hole 
Aunt Floe gave me that name.  
She said get out my face 
This aint your home no more,
But I’m more puzzled by 
What was said before.
I love you 
With her glossy eyes 
I knew it was true, 
But horribly sly
You see these words
make me the fool.
The one that’s cruel
That a__hole dude,
That sparked the fuel
To this f__kin feud.
But I swear to God
I didn’t start this sh_t,
Why would I give up my love 
To live my life like in a pit.
 This is horrible sh_t 
Wasted days spent,
On nothing but the worst
I could be bathed in your sent. 
You could be laughing 
While I’m smiling
But Aunt Floe Won’t let this be,
And the only way to make this right
Is hold my tongue  a week.
And that ain’t gone happen 
I’m a person too,
Not soft
But I got feelins
and don’t know what  to do.
Now its been six days
Unbelievable  rage,
She locked herself 
In the room
I call it her cage.
I smell a sent in the air
It wasn’t there before,
Now lookin down the hall
I see an open door.
Is this a trap 
I’ll guess I’ll see,
If I fall for another
 You know that’s dumb ass me.
Curled in the bed 
I think I know that girl,
But where’s the hells Aunt Floe
The one that f__ked my world.
She packed up and gone
Didn’t even say good bye,
Just came wit gang of bullsh_t
And vanished in the sky.
Is that you my dear
Can you please come here,
Listen close and crystal clear…
I hate Aunt Floe
 Next time she here
Make sure I’m stocked
with weed and beer.
I love you punk.  ?

Copyright © Anthony Thomas

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

The Rain and Wind

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

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast

Details | Haiku | |

Go Go Dancer

the white man's burden
cultivates Afrika’s roots
a caged mind unbarred

Copyright © Mark Taylor

Details | Free verse | |


I’ve never  befriend her.
Spider! She can never be my friend.
I can’t afford her disdainful sights
In the day and in the night.

Spider! She can never be my friend.
I can’t afford her anything.
The walk of her webs on my face,
When going out should I relate?
Her dirty fingers around my rooms
Upon my wall, ceilings,
And every nooks and crannies of my home.

She can’t be my child.
If she happens to be, I will disown her 
On the day she is born.
She can’t be a member of my family.
If she happens to be, she won’t last long.
She can’t be my in law
If she is chanced to be, I will despise her.

Ugh Spider! I can’t just withstand her
Presence in my vicinity.

I have never befriend her
And never will I.
I have never befriend her fellow arachnids
And never will I (too).  

#May be some one will tell me reasons why I should like her#
Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole

Details | Verse | |

Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”

Copyright © Dan Keir

Details | Free verse | |

Light To Dark

You think you’ve gone just far enough,

I could smile knowing you’ve gone far enough that you can’t go back again

You think you were careful but,

I’ve caught a glimpse of your true, wretched form

You think you can find a way into my good graces

I’ve seen what you are, monsters with a friendly costume

You can’t deceive me anymore and, I don’t consort with serpents

You think I’m a game to be played but, trust me, you could never win

Don’t underestimate me

You think I’m a joke but, trust me you won’t be laughing

You think I’m just talking myself up but, trust me, you’re the ones going down

My eyes took too long to adjust

Better late than never

It may take a monster to know one but, I promise my teeth are sharper than yours

My first reaction to the hideous revelation that was your form was to weep

Fall to my knees, maybe even wretch my heart from my chest and onto the carpet

Then I thought about the mess it would make

I decided the only blood that will spill, will be your own

I was not weak, but I had a weakness

A heart of soft gold stitched to my sleeve with care

No longer

Now my heart is a stone so heavy

I could kill at least two birds at once 

Being the nice guy is a thing of the past 

Thanks for freeing me of that softness

You thought I was all sunshine and delicate things

When really I had just been swallowing razor blades

Now that sun is setting and I hope you see it was you who were wrong

Can you feel my darkness coming, because it’s eager to hold you

If you thought I was the one who would just stand still or turn to run

Your gonna be the one with tired feet

I’m not sad anymore

Just sick with the plague of your lies

Contagious, and I’m looking for someone to kiss

Even angels can make themselves wicked

When we do, we take no prisoners

Still think I’m a game

This one is just beginning

Copyright © Alexander Schwartz

Details | Haiku | |

Truly dogs hate cats

Truly dogs hate cats.
Have seen exceptions to this.
Some live in concord.

Copyright © cecil hickman

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Emotional Hole

I did not find myself to be so important
So I ask my friends do I seem distant?
When I ask the question I had received an answer, Yes
So I think that made it clear that I had been not the best
I am a friend of a friend that talks so many things
That friend talks to much it is insane and insanity it brings
I do care, about my friends they are all good people
They tend to stand on their high steeple 
Today I find myself not so aware
Disbanding my fear of regret and care
Walking many different paths I see that I have found holes
It is the path that people choose to use to fuel their rage with coals
Coals are partially burnt wood or fossils a piece of fuel
It is the source of burden and fire a rage of emotions that stands cruel
It can be warm and caring, but it also can be baring
I just start to feel so low, below the ground I keep on staring
I reach for my friends so many times I feel so ignorant at times
Just once I feel I should not rely on them when feeling I can not find 
I dig my hole deeper and I can not climb out
For some reason I am just full of doubt
I care about so many things and what I have is confusion
One person should be all I should think about to get out of that illusion
My battle in my heart and mind is not at all so pleasant
I feel so alone in an island that is shaped like a crescent
My emotions is like coinciding with a diameter of the semicircle
Not a full emotion that is complete like a circle
My feelings is circular full of incomplete thoughts, so much deeper
I feel it will wake up my evil half a evil soul that is a sleeper
What question should I ask myself? to believe that I am not so alone
As I feel like a person who is deteriorating to the bone
I ask my friends the same question once again
I figure I should do it, to know what kind of feelings I should end
So many thoughts that come out of my feeling
I feel like my friends take, an emotional trauma of stealing
They ask me questions and I answer theirs
But when I need mine answered I feel burning inside like a flare
Are they even friends when they do not take me serious in anyway
Just put me in my hole cause I feel nothing in their will be getting in my way
It's just so simple to answer someones problem
I answer friends with beauty of a rose, but when they answer mine I get the stem
I know the stem is very important in life, with out it how can a rose be a rose
With a hole to put the root and stem in how can it grow
The words we speak I guess is like all natural things we reap and sow

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast

Details | Free verse | |

Knowing Hate, Growing Health

He who is contented is rich
He who is determined has strength of will
                      Laotse, "Knowing Oneself"

Those who would be effective,
and are also ripe for effectiveness
when contented,
this is contentment with healthy growth
to share our strength of cooperative will.
When determined,
this is determination to continue optimizing contentment
within growing healthy wealth--
doing what is nutritious for yourself,
and those you meet.

Hatred is a love void,
a hybrid of two fuels,
remembered anger co-arising future fear;
these three an unholy trinity of discontentment,
dissonance within time's more inclusive potentiality of confluence.

Hate is to ego-centric survival
as love is to eco-centering thrival.

Noticing our hate-power,
whether directed exclusively toward self
or more heatedly encompassing another,
or even the sociopathology of including all others,
is our greatest opportunity,
and risk,
for changing our world through active love.

What do you hate to love
and love to hate?
Struggling with this dissonance
rather than struggling against this chaos
is important to personal and public discernment,
bringing our diverse ego-anthro centers
into nondual co-arising alignment with EarthTribe's eco-center.

Thrival of the fitting-est,
most synergetic relationship network
presents a loving polycultural environment,
co-operatively Win-Win rooted
to co-arise positive teleology
of all creative natural systems.
Our deepest ecological meaning
is our richest healthy love of self with others.

Hate presents opportunity for determined internal challenge,
within our species, our localities, our families, our individual ego-selves.
This unholy combination of anger about, and fear of, ego-loss and decay
and deadly dissonance
feels more productive as an internal rivalry,
endosymbiotic challenge, 
rather than ectosymbiotic war,
hate-love rivalries,
occasional survival crises,
more frequent for those marginalized
through our collective lack of active love.

There is only the integrity of this moment's potential;
co-arising evolution from ego-loving subjects
toward our health-optimizing eco-inclusive wealth objectives.

We are this HereNow Moment's integrative,
synergetically positive, polynomial potential,
AND we are fear+anger double-dark
not-not dia-nomial 
negatively ambiguous dissonance
within Earth's consonant harmonics,
either-or with both-and logical,
full-octave balancing polycultural freedom with integrity.

Thomas Kuhn, for example,
was scientifically revolted by incommensurable paradigms,
challenging and defeating BusinessAsUsual
with not-yet-ripe theoretical replacements,
new generations of cause-effects becoming dominant
where they had lived recessively camouflaged
in prior cooperative research within ReceivedView boundary.

Fear of incommensurability
co-arises Darwin's problem with endosymbiotic evolution
anticipating that the rich must get richer,
without power to explain a more complex phylogenic re-creativity
and genetic interdependence,
co-arising revolutionary trends 
of ectosymbiotic cooperative Win-Win evolution
regenerating a more inclusive diastatic balance
of complexly interwoven paradigms
and health/wealth eco-systems.

We each contain two nondual co-arising epicenters of consciousness,
one interior-cathected ego
informing and informed by exterior-encrypted eco-memory,
dia-nucleic double-transparently negative eco-normative
views of natural, con-sciencific, scientific, 
endo/ecto symbiotic evolution.

The potential of a beloved community,
or paradigm,
may resolve more ectosymbiotic hate-struggles of public dissonance
long before proving its endosymbiotic success for my personal ego-survival.

For anthro and all Earth Tribe thrival,
both ego and eco,
Left and Right hemispheres,
endo and ecto co-arising synergetic Win-Win relationship,
are important,
just as this primal relationship of within/without evolution
remains important to bicameral conscientific information processors.

Our hated release of ego-center,
to transition toward eco-centrism
is not a once-then-done revolution;
it is our lifelong pilgrimage of co-arising evolution.

Unraveling dissonant ego is optimally healed by reweaving eco-normics.

Embrace our endosymbiotic struggle with self-hatred
or continue drowning in ectosymbiotic chaos,
struggling embrace of radically co-arising 
healthy consciousness.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck

Details | Free verse | |

Africa III

Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast

Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self 
aching to be seen

Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds 
In these home is found

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard

Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage

Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight

Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold

Copyright © Fierce Malilangwe

Details | Haiku | |

Hate You Haiku

    Hate You Haiku

Waters forget Spring 

Children can not spell haiku

Fall and trip in brook

Copyright © Earl Schumacker

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Garden Club Ruse part 1 of 2

For years no one ever had a clue...
Of the secret she one knew..
The child inside her never shed a tear...
Although she lived everyday with fear...
She grew up never knowing what love was...
Till that fateful day, when he met him on the bus..
He was tall and handsome and had a great smile...
Knew all the words making her feel worthwhile...
They fell in love and soon were married...
And that’s when things changed...the love got buried..
The days were long and the nights were lonely...
They seldom spoke, and if only...
She hadn’t seen that ad...this never would have happened..
Join the Garden Club today and...
 wipe all your cares away 
There’s more to this story..I must conceive...
So please follow this sequel and I believe....
You will stop and think of the words I wrote...
And perhaps even take your own personal note....

Copyright © kj force

Details | Rhyme | |

Sky-Falling Gold

Some complain of snow

Some complain of the cold

But what falls from the sky

Is much more golden than gold

Blessings from the sky

Yet we turn a blind eye

We instead express our disgust

When we could turn our sins into dust

We could pray to alleviate someone’s pain

But instead we scowl and frown on that rain

We could thank God instead of making a fuss

(It’s not like He’s throwing rocks down at us!)

A time to be grateful,

Yet we just complain

We could be making precious du’aa

For major beneficial gain

But it’s easier to grumble

Roll your eyes and shake your head

You may regret not taking advantage of this

When you’re long gone and dead

Don’t delay being

Grateful to your Lord

Let your heart live out

The ‘alhamdulileh’ word.

Copyright © Aya Salah

Details | Lyric | |

Darkness Evaporated


Blue forever
Precipitation flying
  Soaking up the Earth’s hate -
Till bursting

Her tears drench the earth
And feed her helpless


Into His tormented soil
Filled with vermin
  Destroying every breath -
Till Bursting. 

 His Hate rises…

Copyright © Tammy Armstrong

Details | Cinquain | |

Find Love

Find Love 
Deep Dull Gray, Black Shiny Sea 
Love to Hate 
Trading your hate for love
A thin line still ….

Copyright © Brittany Winters

Details | Blank verse | |

all smells

I smell the supposed enemy
they smell like me
I smell the air
It smells of we

the odors rise 
from all bodies
through our minds souls and all
in winter spring summer and fall

it is the smell of man
shower or not at night
it is the smell of me/others
that seems to wet our appetite

to plunder rape kill 
and fight 
from the light of morning till
the dark at night 

until someday 
all smells will be gone of we
and the only smell remaining 
will be the smell of the sea


Details | Rhyme | |

The Rapture

Escaping from the patterns of my life
From crime and hate and inner strife
I visit a place that is pure and serene
Where i'm alone as a morning bird sings

I followed a path forged in stone
immersed in beauty, that nature owns
It is nature that owns the morning haze
That envelops the glory of this mystic maze

A labyrinth of answers to my dreams
this paradise is false,or so it seems
As the sun beamed its radiant light
i choose a place and did recite

I gasped at the trees and fertile soil
that inherit the flowers as my quill toiled
The flowers have blossomed this early spring
Akin to a babe, immaculate and pristine.

The scent of the air is not of smog and dirt
that blackens the white and decays the dirks
Yet that of a fragrant scent from the flowers 
that abides in memory to this very hour.

i heard patter from a creek a distance away
Gentle and calm it enraptured my stay
And to my eyes not a ripple shows
As i induced a wish then tossed a rose

Akin to a morrow, i saw my reflection
Hued in beauty of Mother Nature's protection
For all this beauty that envelops me
unfolds clearly for the world to see

And to the world like a perpetual fire
it flares and glows never to tire
prevailing past the wars hate and crime
the creek remains until the end of time
The morning bird wings again before me
Adieu Mother Nature I'll never defy thee
Yes! the bird of faith will lead the way
To some other secluded haven to  stay.

Copyright © anthony Pardi jr

Details | I do not know? | |


All my life I have always wondered,
Sat so long with things I’ve pondered,
Why has darkness taken light?
Why has goodness taken flight.

Rosie dreams of true success,
But now I see there is nothing left,
Poverty, famine, addiction and greed,
The rich are cruel on poor they feed.

My mum told me of godly bliss,
How shocked I am that she meant this!
If this is what her god proclaimed,
Why is he worshipped and even famed?

Our natural world has been destroyed,
The planet becoming null and void,
Bitter tears of hate escape,
Mother earth is drugged and raped.

Maybe one day she will take her due,
As for us she may leave few,
I regret that I won’t see her grace,
And the destruction of the human race.

Copyright © Katanna Boleyn

Details | Lyric | |



Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go,

Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go.

I hate to rush you, but you really must go

say Good bye, summer, good bye!

Well, it's the middle of September;

I’m just tired of you and your heat.

Oh, I hate to rush you, but you can’t


Repeat Refrain

Now, autumn and winter,

Might hate it if you stay here too long,

One shake and we'll part, and you'd better 

get going, although you served a purpose.

Final Refrain:

Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go,

Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go.

I hate to rush you, but you  really must go

Good bye, summer, good bye!

Copyright © John Long

Details | ABC | |


I hate the snake,
my enemy in the world.
I hate it a lot,
day and night.

Copyright © sekitto kisakye

Details | Free verse | |

If You Leave Me

That fragrant smell of you like jasmine,
When you are away, I don’t forget,
Do you forget mine?
The goodness of it I remember always,
I remember you,
Do I bring you goodness?
Will you remember me? 
A potpourri of dry flowers sit on your nightstand,
Waiting to be consumed by you,
If it talked, it would say I love you,
When you speak petals come out flowing,
When I listen to your words that drip to the floor,
I soak them up with my feet that have deep roots,
This, is completeness for me,
If you think to leave,
Then don’t come back,
I, will be gone too!
I won’t come back!
But, if you always love me,
Then, I will always love you,
If ever you should come to hate me,
I could never hate you,
I will lie down with crashing waves blanketing me,
Then, I will  be that sand particle floating effortlessly in the sea,
If you have killed your hate and look for me again,
Then look upon the fading sun in the horizon,
There, you will find me set free by the sea. 

Copyright © R Scorpious

Details | I do not know? | |


Given love and hope and warmth and light
The seedling can begin its fight
Defy the elements trying to survive
Trying so hard despite its short time alive
Your love and hope and warmth and light
Is all that gets me through the night
I would surrender without you by my side
Drowned by all of the tears I cried
Given hate and despair and darkness cold
The seedling never even grows old
Brutally defeated by the frigid frost
Cold winds blow another life is lost
My hate and despair and darkness cold
Is closing my heart making me old
Overwhelmed by all the time I've lost
My soul is a land of tundra and frost

Copyright © Krissy Ward

Details | I do not know? | |


I hate Spring
I hate Summer
My noes runs
Like a marathon runner

My eyes water
And they're red
My head aches
I need Sudafed

I feel deprived 
Of outdoor fun
For I get an attack
When I see the sun

I had a shot
I still have allergies
All I want
Is not to sneeze

All my outdoor 
Days are gone
Sometimes I even wish 
I could mow the lawn

The worst for me
Is unloading hay
For my allergies last
Throughout the day

During school
I can't concentrate
My eyes hurt so bad
I can't see straight

So with this poem 
I beg Mother Nature please
Can You control 
My Allergies?!

Copyright © Ashley Smith

Details | Narrative | |

My Dearly Departed

In this world, I can see many faces of you and me,
Boundlessly free with our new abilities to breathe!
I am a dime per every one dozen collecting my fee.

You see, it is just you and me rising upon this day.
Together we do be and forever on our merriest way.
It is just another day for you and me to pitch a say.

We are one word away you see my dearly departed,
We can all bail ship or get this whole thing restarted.
Or, we can confirm that which became our imparted.

Love me now and hate me later,
Or, love me later and hate me now.
Either or my dearly departed hater,
I impart onto you my Poof Bam Pow!

® Registered: Ann Rich 2009

Copyright © Ann Rich

Details | Rhyme | |

Bad Day On The Horizon

I was walking one day and tripped over a log
I guess my head was stuck in a fog 
I felt an ouch and saw i skinned my knee
At that moment i really hated trees 
Getting my balance i pulled myself up on that old branch
Than i noticed i ruined my good pants 
Well now i was upset mad as can be
Yelling it now i hate stupid trees
Now that was a waste of breath i notice no ones around
Just me all messed up and a stupid old log on the ground
So i set out hobbling down the road 
Just my luck it was a day that was cold
My butt hanging out blood on my knee
Yes i can say i hate stupid trees 
Now i get home and to my surprise 
When i was making a mess of myself my friends stopped by
Look what we brought you to sit on the corner of your lot
A piece of driftwood you say i think not 

Copyright © colleen laforme

Details | Free verse | |

Why I hate worshipping

What do you know about it?
Worshipping or prayering a God,
Or willing to share, 
A power for touching to realise only,
But nothing to clarify,
The power,
That is touching dreams,
Is it actual power of God?
Or a Devil control,
Is it a matter of a soul?
Or it’s Belief.

My Father was a Saint,
He worships and prayer,
Everyday God in receipts,
He utilises his power,
To bless others,
To remove the disease,
Black shadows on a body,
That was controlling them,
People comes for blessings,
But I always was annoyed.

One day I asked to my Father,
Have you arranged something?
So you can protect your soul,
At a last moment,
When you were leaving your body,
He answered; Yes, 
My Master (Guru) will come,
To protect and receive me.

When he was dying,
I saw a white shadow,
On his behind the feet,
My hand was on his chest,
I were also prayering,
He put idea into my Mind,
What do you think about Guru Nanak?
He is my God. I confirmed my belief.

Can he protect his father?
Yes, if he wants, I said,
Is he protected him? He asked,
No, I replied,
Why do you protecting your Dad?

As soon as I have removed my hand,
He departed to me,
But I put my lips on his lips,
And start pushing on his chest,
Something entered to me,
When I came back home,
I heard, someone is following me,

I cried, a power is in my house,
I got affection,
When I travel,
The different places,
When I met to the people,
Their bodies smell to me,
When someone rang to me,
Their body smell interrupts me,

I investigated my differences,
Most spirituals when I saw them,
Their power appears to me,
When I attend funerals,
Bodies smell to me,
When I bent to a Comb,
My worshipping soul chased me,
And I saw entrances,
When a bad smell,
That was entering into my body.

Six months continue,
I having a receipt and prayer,
I was willing salvation,
My family was worried,
Why have I had no sleep?
I was totally up set,
But my investigation was continuing,
When I watched television,
My soul enjoy sex with others,
And catched them from a Tele screen.

A shadow also disturbs me,
And shares sex when I have,

I have a long fight,
On a Christmas occasion,
I were watching,
A film on Prophecy,
When bodies were smelling to me,
The screen developed an image,
And provided me a solution,
When I touched my Lips,
A departing soul from his body,
That entered into my body,
It was a black soul.
That eats others soul.

Copyright © Daljit Khankhana

Details | Lyric | |

Nature of a Lie

Written in a hidden ink
The lies you write begin to sink
The flesh can hold no second vow
As the thing you hate becomes you now

Place of pain and dying eyes
Within yourself, within your cries
Reflected onto those you see
And now the surface is all that can be

You are the proof of how to fall
The nature of a lie so tall
Accept the truth, accept the signs
If you don’t you’ll only die

Stand or fade, it’s up to you
The choice is there and so is truth
Just because they’ve fallen too
That’s no excuse to follow through

Written in a hidden ink
The sounds you use begin to sink
Then death reflects your hidden face
As the thing you hate becomes your grace

Copyright © Ian Petch

Details | Blank verse | |


Hate’s a sneaky eater
Slipping in in the shadows of envy and jealousy
Firing up ashes blowing on coals of
Too quick dampened fires
Winds of worrisome wicked wants
Clouds of heavy sadness
Drifting like fog through open windows
Smelling of put aside feelings of hurt
Burning eye corners of  lost concentration
Focusing onto the smallest misstep
Picking at pieces of  sleepy edged soul
Til the appetite surges
On  flip angered urges
To blossom and savage 
The root of the whole
Rendering useless
The life and the goal
Then guiding Depression
Into the hole
To feast and fester
At will

Copyright © Donald Meikle