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Great Barrier Reef

Pacific beauty, garland of shimmering pastels  
Textures and colors astound, deep in your ocean heart 
Your court is larger than any kingdom on Earth 
And hosts grand balls and parties, 
Shimmering schools of fish dance in unison 
Anemones gather by the thousands
Each more vibrant than the next
Grand plumes of algae sway like great banners
In the streets of your endless coral cities,
Lost happily in orange towers 
All fathoms deep, cradled by warm currents
Erupting and tumbling and breathing, 
The jealous coast watches, the winds bow down 
Salt and scales glitter like stars in your sky
Oh magnificent belle of Queensland! 
All Hail The Great Barrier Reef!


For PD's "7 wonders of the ancient or new world" contest

Copyright © Jeremy Martin | Year Posted 2013

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My Brightest Star

In pounding Summer, our love is restless, 
like daffodil dreams immersed in hot wind.
In the vapor of Winter’s reign, our love rises above,
reaching the glaring mountain’s lips.

If skies cloud red with war, our love exuberates the fight,
two hearts gazing at the wisdom of the sun .
If thunder pangs our heart in static shocks,
our love shawls the sound, refuging the embrace we won.

When the buds of Spring bloom, our love emboldens,
like the yellow petals on a matchless rose.
When Autumn sings its death, our love silvers,
the harvest beckoning our works to fall and resolve.

From the Hour of Languishing to the Day of Settlement,
our love will continue to strengthen.
From season to season I love you always! 
My one, my only, my Brightest Star.

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015

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Two Little Sparks

Two little sparks
enlightening the dark

(tidal waves tugging on the heart)

One named Amelia, the other Aurora:
Completing the scenery --- fauna and flora.
But Borealis, she has no stake in the matter,
for she is just a melancholy rainbow
in comparison --- to the flames that ignite
your very being ... all the while you take pleasure in the heat,
being warmed by their joy and curiosity.
Go ahead and draw lines in the sand

(they will jump over them with glee)

And simultaneously have you giggling
at their tenacity.

Two little sparks
through the woods      they embark

(one look at their eyes --- and there goes my heart)

Playing hide 'n' seek with the two of them
they disappear (and re-appear) just like fireflies in June.
Dotting the intrepid pathways like sparkles, like magic.
(the fact they'll one day grow up ... it's rather tragic)
Why can't they stay little forever and touch the ceiling
by riding on my shoulders?
Why not stay brittle so I can be protective --- instead like all things
you must grow older.

For now though     Oh for now!
It's nothing but a pipe-dream
in the wakefulness of day.
Youthful energy can't be contained
much like quarantine flame.

(and between you and me
that's an accurate analogy)

Between these two firebrands -
who could dare understand
what it means to be an uncle
... with the capriciousness of "one of the gang",
and the loving care of a parent.
And who could dare contemplate
this here man's tragic fate:
living next door to the both of them
with no fire blanket.

One's not even walking (the other barely talking)
And while that may seem rather shocking

nieces have that power
to play with your emotions like staccato raindrops
on that big ole blue
they call the ocean.

These flames aren't dying low (not even close)
but only gaining momentum      like a lightning strike in a forest:
a thousand popping pine cones re-seeding into infinity.

(And did I say divinity?     That too)

They be in competition for my love
like the tug-a-war moon.
It's the kind of game where everyone wins
and it's never too soon ...

... for one more go round.



Written March 9th, 2016
For the Twin Flames Contest Hosted by Nayda Ivette Negron

Placed Second

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016

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The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 5 Final)

This new born day I celebrate your souls release from guilt n’ captivity since that day you 
felt a carnal touch of sin within as your hands played poetically upon the curves of your dead 
lover’s silken skin…
I know now  you made your way to the top of the rocks to plant a tree to guard this sacred 
place where I fell from thee n’ you repeated the poetic chant of love’s abandoning to follow 
me into our karmic destiny…

On that fateful day your soul bled away at the top of this crest by a solitary juvenile tree, 
your body of words fell to the rocks at the base of this cliff, embroidered into the blood of 
me…
The one who would hold a feather to her face on this crest by the sea n’ remember finally 
the days gone by of you n’ me, our deaths from love’s abandoning when you my love were 
lost to this world n’ me for ten centuries…

I now await destiny as we will love forever more with immortal hearts…

Copyright © Lilt Of Orpheus | Year Posted 2009

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' The Face Of Love '

Will I Recognize… The Face Of Love?
Or the Wonderful, Bedazzled Appearance of:
A Moon-kist Meadow, Hushed and Dark
A Solitary Silhouette, this Beauty Mark,
Windswept Grasses, like a Babe’s Soft Lashes
Rippling across Earth, that’s smooth as a Cheek.
In the Hushed and Flowery Scented Air…
Your Face of Love Materializes, Silvery, Full
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable.

From the Face of Love … Will I Withdraw?
The Face of Love without Any Flaw;
As a Canopy of Clouds with the Splendor of Sunbeams
Piercing past the fluffy powder of Heaven, to Radiate Gleams
A Classical Cameo-Sculpture, Perfect Profile Structure
Yea… in the Bright Beacons, I see Your Smile
In the Illumed, Clear Sky, ‘Your Face’
Can Love’s Face be Touched … Attainable?
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable.

The Face of Love … I Have Visualized,
Potent, Breathtaking, The Vision Rised;
From a Sunlit Lake, Winking as Would Diamonds.
Your Face of Love, Emerging from Far Beyond
The Depths of the Lake, as My Heart Quaked,
because of the Wavering Portrait’s Peace
because of Water-Color Caresses.
That Face of Love, was so Tangible.
The Face of Love … so Unforgettable

The Face of Love … has Gazed Upon
Dreams of Mine, the World’s Not Known
… Out of the Woodland’s Emerald Mist
With Drops of Dew, Love’s Face Kissed
The Framing Boughs; My Relaxed Brow.
Floating… Breathing out the Mist of Morn Light
That I may Sketch Your Face of Love, in Life.
The Face … More Handsome, than Sons of the Womb, is Possible…
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable

(For A Medieval-Tongued Poet, I Found Here at The Soup...
          Ismael Nieves, this one's for you Kiddo

                                 Mistress MoonBee

Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2009

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Ask me

Ask me
Fountain of life word that ran with light. 
Peer with life sometimes thoughts bleed. 
I only fear words twisted by the tongue clap in mouth. 
Reality bite mind. 
It Provoke instinct of conscious life.
 Life let the truth bleed.

Suffering is the given name poverty.
 Eyes strike with fear to see the light. 
Sons cry out loud. 
Silence is golden.
 Poverty is a vibe of a young one. 
Malawi poverty is deriving human soul out of rip cage.
 Held to breath a soul baby girl sings.
 Names rings and eyes sees. 
Poverty dumped men with a root of all evil.
 That is a jail men rise we need a light.

Our daily bread, we pray to seek and knock.
Look seven to seven every day.
 Believe you me life is stoned. 
Generation need to step men see the light. 
Police derive men to steel white men owns black men seek.
 Poverty is punching suffering money is the key. 
When do men stand?

Gave him what belong to him. 
Gave God what belong to God. 
Pain is they all belong to him.
Should me remain poor or strike. 
Money is what he own. 
Look at the style and life as a whole. 
So should Malawi remain the same? 
United nation is a name, African union is a pain.
Poverty is a stain. 
Flowing of water under roofing. 

Fear of safety generated breed, is inheritance accidental.
 Where do black man stand. 
Spine in a cord is straight.
 Nothing but joke John kani said it all. 
Men learn to stand.
 Head scan thoughts. 
Embrace you main brain. 

Liberty is spoken let poverty be the curse.
 It’s over now black men stand. Stripe until life erect. 

Copyright © lonely mabale | Year Posted 2016

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Ode To Fireworks

It is such great unity
That appears amongst the beauty
Of the bright light display?
Such colour, such energy within celebration,
Such a vivid canvas of man-made creation
That sparks with flair and passion;
To fall into the fog
Like all dying illusions.

Yet it is what it does for us:
Where we are drawn from our furnishings
That we clean in intervals,
Closing outside to a regular schedule,
Remaining well lit and sheltered
Resting our minds so dimly upon the
Soft and empty cushions
And hugging at the blind comfort
Of cover.

We are drawn from this facade
By another in itself.
Which brings us out like a beacon
Part Devil, half Eden
To then fade away
Like all illusions,
Leaving us quiet,
Revealing deepened images.
Exposed to chill
Peace climbs through our bones.

Let us stand together,
Embrace
The great power that connects us;
The great unity
Amongst such beauty.

Till we once more return home…

Copyright © Aiden Asoll | Year Posted 2013

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Mario and Luigi

Whether it's a shellcreeper or it's a freezie,
fret not, mes amis! you have Mario and Luigi,
"mama mia!","Let's go!" when you hear them say,
those plumbers in red & green are off to save the day!

Luigi is the slower one - but his jumps are far and wide,
whilst Mario, with his scarlet cap, runs faster than the tides,
always together, vanquishing ruthless enemies,
partners in time and adventure - for all of eternity!
 
Browser, the unscrupulous enemy, always kidnaps Princess Peach,
The brothers to the rescue! They sail across the seven seas!,
the boiling deserts, tiresome grasslands and the Koopa enemies,
they beat 'em all, with their fireballs and attain eternal glory.

the damsel is rescued, she hugs her noble men,
they escort her back to the Mushroom Kingdom, Yoshi too joins them,
Toad is there to welcome the weary, exhausted lot,
and bestow them with laurels for the demons they had fought.

And hence this way another tiring adventure is put to rest,
Mario and Luigi retire to their homes, waiting another test,
next morning, they hear the news "Princess peach was Kidnapped again!"
"Let's go!", "Mama Mia!" and another adventure begins!

-Manek Kohli
(For Heather Ober's 'Famous Couples/Duos Free Poetry Contest')

Copyright © manek kohli | Year Posted 2013

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Sexy Curves

In a dark room music plays with a slow beat,
the neon lights make you white panties and bra look like a street. 
You move your body slowly and so sexy to the music,
while i look at you threw the darkness of the room set.

A big silver gun on my hip and a mountain of coke on the table,
and nothing can distract me from the beauty i see dancing so stable. 
Your every move hypnotizes me,
I think I am going blind cause i am beginning not to see. 

I look at your hair how it waves there so perfectly,
your legs move just like i want them to, so delicately.
You touch your breasts and you hold your but,
you give me that look in your eyes like your not wanting to stop. 

You unbutton your bra and cover your breasts with your palms,
the music dies down a  little and calms. 
You walk up to me and than music begins to play,
that's when you start moving your body on top of me and asking me to stay.

You kiss my ear and rub my legs,
your breast rub against my inner pains.
You feel me harder than a rock,
than you decide to grind my cock. 

Your body moves so sexy and slowly to the music that i played,
my body is shaking from all the excitement that is payed. 
You go in for the big finish, and i tell you to get back up,
cause a lady like you should do all that kind of crap. 

Be with me, be with a BOSS,
Who cares if the people i killed ever took a loss. 


Dedicated to all the woman of the world. 
PS: You are not trash, you are not ......... you are precious jewels. Stay that way ladies. I love you all. 

 

Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2012

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My Ode to the Netherlands

Oh lovely Netherlands, you are now my second home.
You leave me thrilled and enchanted where ever I roam.

I smiled when floating down streets made from the sea,
Touring on charming glass covered canal boats with glee.

There’s beauty in the coolness of a windswept day,
As I rode the wind on my bicycle and joyously flew away.

Then I set out to visit famous paintings I was shown.
Each lovely museum has a quaint charm all its own.

One famous museum displayed art of Vincent van Gogh.
It has a cool theatre inside, most tourists don’t know.

I just had to visit Den Haag’s St. Mauritius to view
Vermeer’s “Girl with a pearl earring” and other art too.

I toured through Madame Tussaud’s Wax museum happily. 
Johnny Depp and George Clooney were there waiting for me!

Oh lovely gardens of Keukenhof, my time’s worth BEST spent.
I’ll never forget your bright tulip hues with their heavenly scent.

Hartelijk bedankt oh lovely Netherlands, land of the free. 
Alstublieft, alstublieft I beseech you, don’t forget me.

April 22, 2014

*Hartelijk bedankt - heartfelt thanks
*Alstublieft – please

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2014

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Danger love

subtle it starts, those thoughts of you
so cunning and quick, little I can do
with each pounce unexpected
claws dug in my mind
Love has me infected
no cure to find . . . .

loudly it roars! with every heartbeat
I sense the excitement
a moments defeat
my soul so enlightened
and still my knees weak.

Unable to run, no sense in escape
hooked by those eyes
im caught in a state
immobilised
by the antics of fate.

So here I stand, to you to surrender
you've won the heart
of a vagabond roaming
upon you to ponder,
however still knowing
your truelly a wonder
my smile fondly showing.

companions, companions, together to be
for that is the wish of the lover in me,
you're beauty is your nature
you're nature is free
tamed not by no master
amazing to see.
lets travel together, in search of a place
where we rest assured, our love shows its face.

Copyright © Naldeem Bout | Year Posted 2013

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IF ONLY DREAMS HAD WINGS

If only dreams had wings,
I would be where I had wanted to be.
If only shadows don't stray so far off;
My destiny assured would bring me peace of minds

If only dreams had wings,
I'd have met my man from Tokyo by now 
If the roses still blooms, tended less;
Less worries that I will for so long plough

If only dreams had wings,
Low grounds will my feet fear
If money had meant no value at all;
Off every luxury should  my feet wear
 
If only dreams had wings,
There will be those bright lights;
Very eager to blind me into void's air-tights
If dreams had wings,
I would definitely be flying by now
And right now

Copyright © Dorcas Onuh | Year Posted 2014

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Solitude: To Yoda, An Ode

Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.

Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.

Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.

Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.

My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.

Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

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Ode to Sleep

Slow and steady, I follow the winding black road
to no where. A stream of gray smoke
escapes my lips, and it begins to swirl, folding over itself
until vanishing with the wind. And I just drive.
I feel the night air as it hits
my face, covering me in cold. I inhale more black tar,
exhaling less fear, I can breathe once more.
The fresh air of the night, becomes a friendly acquaintance
hovering over me, and excusing me for 
interrupting it. And I just drive.
The yellow lines flash by me as I sit,
stepping on the gas, moving faster
hoping the night will send me to the 
Day. I drive over the lines
and onto a ledge, over looking the mountains.
I can almost touch Orion's Belt.
I inhale once more, white smoke escaping, 
as I flick my friend,
saying bye for the last time.
Up through the mountains where I
hit the acceleration and fly
Ode to my last cigarette, and now
I just drive into the sun.



I just drive.

Copyright © Elizabeth Cabrera | Year Posted 2015

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Ode to Sunsets

The sun descends
Every single day
I'm alive.
The reds and oranges
Blend to purple,
Exploding out of a bright
Center, circle that closes
More and more every
Minute
Until everything evaporates suddenly
Into the night.
If you're lucky,
It's just an introduction to
The glittering ceiling
Sphere of stars.
Feel free to applaud.

It drips down mountainsides
While painting the endless blue expanse
With vibrant watercolors.
I stand on a hill,
Trails loop away from me and
Incandescent juice
Splatters the sky.
I walk homeward.

A sunset is an ending
And this faithful goodbye
Is a brilliant finale that
Will always wash away
Into darkness,
The sunrise
And warm showers of light.
This is a performance
And although the stage is
Never completely empty,
I don't always have to watch.

I think that sometimes it might be better
If the sun never set
And I could permanently hold
Every moment at once
In my hands and never let them
Touch the ground or
Shatter.
I wouldn't dare to ruin great things
But I'll be a witness to them
I'll point and shout
Look at that 
This is beautiful!
I didn't create it
But I can appreciate it
And my art can be my
Smile as the sun
Stains the sky
Pink and orange.
I'll watch until it dissolves.

The sky will always move forward
From the burning scenes
And I'll race it home.
Nothing I do will make it stop but
I'll enjoy it while it still exhibits
The inspiration as fervent as a fire
I sit around with
Friends in New Mexican mountains,
Or on a dew-soaked lawn
Laughing until our faces
Are no longer visible,
Sitting on a deep black trampoline
The moment before it mirrors the night.
I'm still smiling.
Homeward is where I'll always walk;
But I can stop to watch the setting sun.

Copyright © Scot Nielson | Year Posted 2015

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Life Of The Imagination

        Life Of The Imagination

Imagination has never had a bath or shower
It does not know of soap
Plays with itself for hours
Hanging from a rope
Hopes for handouts
There are no places it can’t go
In dirty crevasses in dark shadows
It takes chances with glass and wire
Wine becomes expired in its mind
Meandering with tigers, gliding off of stars, where parsecs spark 
Falls back into dark matter of inner space
Imagination visits here on Earth for merely seconds
Swings out to a nova blast without its nova cane
And again comes here to the home planet to drink square particles of rain
It named its first 10 children candy
None of them were sweet 
The next 10 he called Mortimer 
Bought them homes by buffer zones near Kansas 
On Christmas it lays Easter eggs on pine needles
Pine trees are used as tooth picks in all seasons
At Thanksgiving it pitches forks
Imagination has no fear of anything accept divorce
It writes the laws in crayon while dancing through the canyons
There are fleeting moments that can never pass beyond its grasp
There are things in space and time that even chance can’t handle
Sometimes Imagination takes me places
I really don’t want to go, without my sandals on
He is my friend but wakes me up at midnight
Places pen and paper in my hand and makes me work
While he just sits there counting sheep and eating candy
Remembering they were his children
None of them were sweet
I wish sometimes imagination would fall right off the Earth
After all, he’s the one who calls it flat
For what that’s worth

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

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haiku 36 37 38 39 an ode to cowboys and cotton eyed joe

Out past fading smoke the smell of saddle-leather lone horse by campfire - - - by the campfire cowboys share haunted tales leaves rustle in moon's shadow - - - the tapping of boots on creaking woodfloor line-dancing - - - coffee beans'scent from the musty log cabin Cowboys 'return
My first attempt re cowboys haiku

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2013

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WAR IN MY LIFE

I woke up early in the morning, on
My canopy snug bed laid on
Stinks,I managed to stifle my yawn
I remember
I remember my war
War in my life
War in my life
I breath heavily
I almost choked by fumes
In bundle,I packed my belongings
Thinking of what to eat
I have no where to stay
For the day
I have noting to do for feeding
Relative sent me away because I am noting
I walk around the street
Sometimes,I stand,bend,and knee
Begging for money to feed
I heard this proverb says, if there
Is life there is hope
Hope, hope,hope for me in this world
Now that I am old
Greyish hair on my head
If I heard something about thirty minute
Ago,hardly will I remember
I have not much to live in life
When will I have halcyon day in my life?
Can I still be optimism or I should hope
To be fortune in the
Hereafter?,I mumbled alone.

8/10/15
for shhhhhh  contest sponsor by Silent one.

Copyright © Afolabi Muideen | Year Posted 2015

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the nature of success

The Nature of Success. 

On an old tank ship that was so slow it felt as
we were suspended in time, a world shrunk 
only us the ocean and the rhythmic hear beat 
of the engine… and when the ship birthed, at 
some god forsaken refinery, we felt overcome 
by shyness seeing so many strange faces. 

It was on a ship like this I met the third officer
a young man with literary ambitions, and he
succeeded on Norway´s modest literary tree. 
Often interviewed, asked awkward questions 
about writing and why he writes like it should 
be a hidden formula.

I´m glad for his triumph, yet there is a sting in
my heart, not of rancor, but of sadness…never 
having received the clarion call of acceptance.
Collections after collections have been rejected.
I feel as I have been suspended in a fool´s time,
only the sea and me and the shore is far away. 

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2012

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Love feast

Love feast             by Steven Hudson

I have looked upon too many scarred, sullen and hard faces these many days.
Loud, crude, gruff men who take and push and fight.
This ship has run its course, sleepless, tossed about,
Every port and harbor, sea and foreign land.
My companions smell and to look at them would make you turn down.
I’m pretty sure I have a tapeworm and my piss is the wrong color.
So my love, when here at last I see your face,
You’re smile, piercing eyes, and silky long hair,
To gaze at you now is a love feast to behold,
And from now and forever you will always be…..
The most captivating golden retriever I have ever seen.

Copyright © Angel fire | Year Posted 2012

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Everyone

Facing the unknown 
One searches throughout the abyss 
Father, what should I do? 
How do I continue this? 
Searching for your heavenly crown 

The sacrifice regarding this 
Cannot easily be dismissed 
Patience does be one ultimate test 
Everyone's mimd at times needs to rest 
Before compass points it's next direction 

Fear of the situation 
Fear of the manipulation 
Fear of the leading a congregation 
Guiding in the right direction 
Still not sure how this should happen 
Desiring to meet 
The Heavenly's one, one satisfaction

I be just a man
This be all I am

Copyright © Steven Henderson | Year Posted 2016

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EAGLE ENTANGLEMENTS

                         

                                                   EAGLE ENTANGLEMENTS

                                                            bold beauty
                                                     perilous dance of love
                                                            free-fall mate
                                                         
                                                      part at the moment
                                                        glory before death

                                                           pause to watch

                                                    would you still choose me
                                                       or grab a safe branch



Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2013

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Care and love

As all people were born
We were as well born
People look down on us
A snootiness of deeds
Because of who we are
Are we not part of the globe? Or
We're not necessary in this global?
What are we to you?
Action speaks louder than voice
Your actions stabbed our heart
With venomous object
A scar in our heart
We also have tomorrow,
Bright after today indeed!
We are HANDICAPPED
Some even called us disable
We also created by HE
We deserve care and love
To cure the pains therein
Thousand of cash and
drugs can not only devour abyss of pain
But care and love from you
A blissful living.

Copyright © Afolabi Muideen | Year Posted 2015

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pure quality

PURE QUALITY

life full of smiles
life full of reality
Stay a while,
Life's pure quality!

Sandy

Copyright © Sandy Ivy D | Year Posted 2011

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Soldier of battles

SOLDIER OF BATTLES..    Steve Hudson

It started, in silence, in infancy; the eyes look beyond the darkness
To understand the sounds of rage, echoes of misunderstanding,
The beginnings of normalcy wrought with disturbance,
Bereavement for the loss of innocence and the first lesson learned.
The lines in ground becoming clearer.
The only thing that ever came easy for me is warring,
Not because I chose the ground, but because it chose me.
Here is your sword; here is your battle,
The field is endless and there is no turning back,
So find your heart and find your place among the ranks
You sojourn with.
You tell one another it will be okay, and that we will pull through,
But no one really knows.
Its only after our first encounter and mortal blow that we find some
Courage to face another foe.
The welcomed peace endured for a season, then skies darken
On eminent splayed horizons and shadowy realms of spirit
You try to make sense of the next wave of terror,
Taunted and vexed at every turn.
Your enemies take form in shapes of, what is true?
Wrestling, pondering among bloody concepts and the why.
Wounds received through fearful encounters take shape of scars,
Scars take shape of trusted moments carried through
Onslaughts of deception.
Fallen men on smoldering ground, tormented by hounds of confusion.
This is how it started, but not how it ended for you see, 
There was One we found in heated skirmish
Battle hardened and sure footed, the spear and shield wielded
With skillful hands, He inspired confidence in us all.
On days we found respite, He sat with us and taught strategies in warfare,
The secrets to winning the hearts and minds of defeated bretheren.
The certainty and comfort in His eyes, told stories of ancient victories held.
A kingly stature though plain to view, never considered Himself better
Then the lowliest man I knew.
We asked about some of the scars He brandished, 
“They are scars received from the greatest of man’s struggles,” He said,
He got them while defending the poorest of souls.
It was then we understood, it was of us He spoke.
So now we gladly fight for this One who became the captain of our heart,
We’ve learned from the truths that have pierced our very souls,
our greatest cause and reason to be.
A soldier of battles was He…

Copyright © Angel fire | Year Posted 2012

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Side by Side

When the sky is bright and blue
And the clouds don’t even bother
I go riding with my gal
We go riding side by side

Once the sky was always clear
Now the clouds don’t ever wander
Come on back where you belong
We’ll go riding side by side

Can't you see that time is wasting 
Get up on that stubborn mule
Come on back where you belong 
We'll go riding side by side

If the sun don't ever shine
And moon no longer rises
We'll be lost out in the stars
We'll be riding far and wide

You can slice it up or dice it
You can ponder til your blue
Once you finally make your mind up
We'll go riding side by side

Hurry up now hunny
Don't be wasting no more time
Come on back where you belong
We'll go riding side by side


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Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015

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The Lady On The Train

Don't ask the lady on the train,
of where she plans to go,
for where did her land turn into to sand,
you and I will never know.
Where flies the bird unknowingly,
with voices in our heart,
the moment dies and away she flies,
true to the mortal art.
 
Don't ask the lady of the chain
that we on earth do make,
for if she speaks with her tear bond cheeks,
it shall your pen and spirit break.
We stay to find the purpose not
nor for the unknown muse,
we poise our mind and nothing find,
the pattern then refuse.
 
Don't ask the lady of the lane
on which her sons do tread,
can distance drown the heavens town,
where we eat we make our bed.
The colour of the soul we wear,
a notion is the skin,
a part we seed and another bread,
only one can we back win.
 
Don't ask the lady of her pain,
for we are yet too young,
for time does mold the firmest hold
and petrifies the tongue.
An exit of the dreaming eye,
the advent of sane sight,
the steps you cast a moment last,
before silenced is the light.
 
Don't ask the lady on the train,
as we shall soon arrive,
but she will stay and for us pray,
for we are still alive.
The ideal changes with the form,
the crossing of the sigh,
while grief remains with all its pains,
below the common sky.
 
 
Don't ask the lady to explain
how can the being be whole,
beneath the sun we see no one,
just a shadow of the soul;
the moon then comes and all is clear,
her light does through you shine,
a single being all faces freeing,
we the shadows of design.
 
Don't ask the lady of the strain,
that time has left on her,
she will not try, but she will lie,
tell of the smiles that never were.
There is a place we keep with us,
the oasis of our bliss,
our service purge and with it merge,
the hurtful world dismiss.
 
Don't ask the lady of the gain,
that she gains from finding home,
there are faces lost at pleasures cost,
where the tears do turn to foam.
A torrent upon the growing shore
and within it a dream,
while we do long for the drowning song,
all hope turns into steam.
 
R.N.Khan, © 2014

Copyright © Raja Nosherwan | Year Posted 2014

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Ode to a Fortunetelling, Daily 32

32: Ode to a Fortunetelling
I.
The land was never to rest
The princess locked in a tower
The Tarot card laid on the chest
Her feelings began to sour
The teller made an impression.

The reading made her afraid
Causing her land to shake
No longer an innocent maid
Her future unlocked a black quake
Regretting this fortunetelling session.


II.
With bad news outlined and decked,
The princess’ plans become questions.
Is my future so hopelessly wrecked?
Could all these cards offer suggestions
On how to avoid certain death?

Now the tellers is free from the prison
The girl’s dread grows to an unheard of height
He leaves the poor princess in derision
Lamenting  her bad luck and plight
It is hard to capture her breath.

III.
Are you leaving me with no way fight this?
She calls after him furious and contrite
He replies that no one can avoid the abyss
Her thoughts reel with contempt and spite
How is she supposed to digest this mess?

The foreseer just shrugs his shoulders
Lets the door lock on it own
She tears the armor from its holders
I guess I am battling this one alone
Never again to wear a pink silken dress.

Copyright © Autumn Ehrhardt | Year Posted 2011

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IN ME

People come inside me to worship their lord
With different kinds of request from their lord
For what they asked is unanswerable
Because they are asking for the downfall of his truthful
Fellow, they come inside me to worship the
Lord, for their mind and soul is not in me
They asked something from him, but he won't answer
They blamed him for not answering
Some are callous to the extent that they even stole in me
People come inside me to ask for forgiveness of their sin
And said to their lord " I won't do it again"
Immediately they left, they started escalating their sin
For their sin would block their prayers
Their prayer can't be answered
I can see through their minds and eyes the catastrophe on their ways
For I am close to God, I can see through their hearts
For I often exchange words with him, I know why their prayers were not answered
But the lord did not give me the ability to speak
It has become a pain in my mind, for not being able to speak.


                        30/5/2015.

Copyright © Afolabi Muideen | Year Posted 2015

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Universal Omnibus States

Good morning to all of you in the class This includes you who constantly do false math We are about to take a trip that has been long overdue That's right its a field trip for all of you However abandoning there will be more than few But that is truly has always been entirely all up to you Now take a seat amd buckle up Because now its time our time to go up up, up! A f ew have made this trip before Though I will show you now there is so much more for you to explore Through the vastness of space We arrive now at that place See that light over on your right Intense amd passionate heoric? Secretly it can be ruthless and vengeful Yeah I know it can be sinful Just remember, law is simple Now we de-materialized then rematerlize In this light on the right you see light Independent and Inventive moving on its own Now over your left Its high strung and rebellious along with being very unpredictable Keep that in mind as we move through time Riding here is our next beam of light Don't look to the left to long and you will loss sight Unrealistic it is in this impressionable escape But over on the right you can gape Mystical and intuitive visions. Aiding with many decisions And all major and minor incisions Come class as we phase thru The light it shines this color hue Kind, nuturing and tenacious on the right Cheap and pessimistic oops thoughts left Now take a blink of your eyes New light no surprise Freedom loving truly optmitic light on your right Carlessness that leads to tactless irresponsibility on left What a theft, ok impulse for war That be the dynamic pioneering ristaking light in thee That impatience and excitable light is felt at this sight Now see those light of rocks shinning back there Put them on a scale then compare Gracious and charmingly diplomatic over there Indecisive, gullable and self-indulgent they be there Another beam to be seen that gleams Diligent, detailed oriented and efficient it is Of course on the left is worrying and critical reactions A lighten bolt just flashhed look at the sulfur gas Lively intelligent and multi tasks it is Sometimes on left alone nervous, restless and superficial Now you can be seen on this multi screen A quiet and hard working and planning scene Turning left stubbornness, greediness and lazy One more thing now for us to see.. Its the thing that gives light to thee Powerful outgoing and warm hearted this light is Though egocetrism and dogmatism sometimes when shines it biz Now hold on, real fast, we are back in class So as we dismiss, students remember this The light bends to the things that you wish

Copyright © Steven Henderson | Year Posted 2016