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Black Diamond

On the border of the obscure wastelands, In the depths of shadows and torments, Far beyond the land of Never Was, Never Will Is a place where I hold you, strong and silent… As the shards of your sensitive sadness prevail, Sifting the awaiting coals below, I shall reflect slivers of your light upon the darkest woe! I fight with the broken alliance within the dimmest coves, I mean to pull you into Death’s demise Where the pained poets prevail and the suns of justice arise So that e’en the coldest of coals reach warmth! Generating power so strong, that the gods step aside As these diamonds-to-be burst into the light of day Revealing your words of Always Was… and Always Will The Black Diamond, once captive…finally free…though coal black still!
For Shadow Hamilton's Contest: Fighting Depression(poems for PD) 12/7/14

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Faithful Shadow

I saw a death shadow in the eyes of my infancy
a soft mercy with calm blue fancy,
in childhood, when free will asserted it's wild supremacy
we sang of star charriots and laughter loyal to hyperactivity,
I see a death shadow in the prime of my ascendancy
outlining my temple of truth, whistling thy words of wizardry, 

I hear It like the madness of morning's ending,
I taste It as if from the burning breast milk of a Dragoness,
I see It in the bleeding smile of my heart's kindness,
I speak to It when love's luster unlocks the lunacy of loneliness,
I feel the humble shade of It's jade justice in a world hot and hustling,

My death shadow has a surface sweet with patient purpose,
It is not rough with forboding frost that frights the fight of flesh,
rattling the scythe of doom and cackling for cataleptic crisis it does not,
It is not a grim God or a greedy Goddess, no taxing terror trumpeted,
It has never been an angel of escape or a demon of dour delirium, 
when suffering becomes a seduction of brute beauty I share in it's wise joy,
my death shadow follows the desperate yet disciplined form of my body battle
through life's plethora of coy poisons and possessive passions,
marching along side me with martial grace, sculpting my face with lion spirit -


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Renaissance Reed

     Lou Reed , Mistral of his time
     so you walked this road on the wild side
     unique in music , never selling out 
     believing in Art instead of commercialize
     Lou Reed the musician never compromised ~
     Sweet Jane not enough for our crowd of eccentric rockers 
     still will live forever with the many that left before you
     one can imagine from John Lennon to Johnny Ramone 

     a party in Heaven of the finest rock bestowed 
     no text , no MTV when they pursued a dream 
     New York, hotel Chelsea an age of Renaissance
     ragged jeans and leather jackets ,Art on stage  

     No, your Rock not ever fade away , it will stay sweet Jane forever ~

      For the fine Man with words , ode to Lou Reed .



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To Duke

I woke up from the cradles of slumber
My morning eyes opened slowly
My mind frolicked and sang with peace
Remembering your words 
So kind, so memorable were they!
So sweet, so genuine are you!
The mere thought of you takes away the assertive blue

It is a wonder I have come across your mind
It is a blessing like no other—a true, treasurable find!
And there are no words that can truly give you the honor you deserve
But take these, please!
And know there is so much more. . .
So much more that I wish to offer you

Your never-ending thoughtfulness and attention
Has filled me with unremitting appreciation
You really are a beautiful light to my world
Cheering my melancholy with joy
I have never found someone quite like you
And that is the beauty of it all
Finding the gold
The sunlight smiling for your marvelous shine
Finding truth
There is just no other like you!
I would never turn my eyes away
There is just no possible way

That is a blessing I count close to the heart
Finding you, such a rare piece!
Finding you in a churning world of excitement and chaos
Finding you with such delight and gratitude

Thank you so much, Duke!
Thank you for being you!

-Dedicated to a very fine poet named Duke Beaufort-

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VIVA LA ELVIS - Abridged Version


In Tupelo Mississippi, twin baby boys were born,
To Gladys and Vernon Presley, but sadly one passed on.
They named him Jesse Garon, their hearts so full of pain,
And then came Elvis Aaron, a breath of sweet refrain.

One heart beating for the two, their spirits intertwined;
To restore faith and hope and joy to dear ones left behind.
Elvis grew from babe to boy his heart set on a goal,
From boy to man to legend; The King of Rock n’ Roll.

He lived in humble dwellings, his Pa his Ma and he;
Playing his guitar, singing songs, pure golden melodies.
Country, Gospel, Blues and Jazz the rhythms of the soul,
And Rock n’ Roll, the very core of hearts both young and old.

While rising up to stardom, his pelvis did he swing;
Some church folk banged the gavel to crucify ‘The King’.
Their efforts came to nothing, as fans from near and far,
Surged on with huge momentum, to win that holy war.

So once again he stood there, gyrating at his will,
Until the day he heard a call that made those hips stand still.
Called to serve his country, the nation’s rising star,
And while along that journey, he sadly lost his Ma.

On the first of May, a bride’s bouquet, a blush of summer wine,
Elvis wed Priscilla; his beautiful fraulein.
Soaring in her lover’s arms on the wings of destiny,
Nine months later they were blessed with gorgeous Lisa Marie.

The happiness they shared together wrapped in melody;
Like a poet’s dream, a symphony, a lover’s rhapsody.
Then fate stepped in and dealt a blow that tore the dream apart,
And in its wake it left a trail of tears and broken hearts.

‘The King’, on stage and silver screen, he took the world by storm,
A real hunk of burning love in a GI uniform.
He rocked the house to loud applause, he played the matador,
And  danced with pretty Hula girls in the Hawaiian sunset glow.

August 16, ’77 was the day ‘The King’ had died,
But forever lives the Legend, born on 8/1/35.
His mamma smiled and gently beckoned to her second born,
While holding close the one she’d lost that fateful winter’s morn.

The joy he brings to us down here can never be replaced,
Though many keep on trying in vain to fill the empty space.
His spirit fills all Graceland, to watch o’er kith and kin,
In the Heavenly sounds of Dixieland … I hear God joining in.

Elaine Randolph
Copyright ©2009 Elaine Randolph

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If I had to paint a picture of me loving God what would I see

If I had to paint a picture of me loving God what would I see?
would I see a portrait of a person who walks in truth and honesty?

In order to paint a picture of me loving God 
I would have to access all the experiences that to me life did impart
did I have a good relationship with my mom and my dad?
was it loving and supportive or distant and sad?
did I get along with my siblings? did we look out for each other?
did we play and love each other like true sisters and brothers?
were my needs being meet? did I ever learn to trust and believe?
am I balanced enough to cope according to the lessons in life I've received?

Multi-generational, familial or systemic social receptions
all of this has played a part in my life perceptions
we all have distortions in every aspect of our living
we now must deal with the reality at this time we've been given

was my life exactly as I remember? or are there things that I've repressed?
are there issues that are buried inside me that now make me depressed?
deep-seated anxiety, personal pain and high expectations
feelings of inadequacy, destructive criticism and bouts of frustration
we all have issues that we now need to bring out and discuss
in order to have authentic relationships we need to have real trust
we all have some brokenness that needs to be healed 
so that our full love for the Lord God can one day be revealed

God is not distant like a CEO in the corporate tower
God is not pressuring us with His omnipotent power
God does not keep score He just watches over our souls
God is fair and just and doesn't set for us high goals
God is all embracing He nurtures, instructs and forgives
He's kind, patient and loving in this life to us He did give  

So if I had to paint a picture of what it looks like for me to love God
it would be a colorful canvas of emotions, perceptions and reflections from my heart

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One september morn

She was afraid and all alone.
Her heart breaking
as it beat for only him.
She felt her life was empty
and lonely all around.
Sometimes she would sit and cry
for dreams that couldn't be found.
My best friend.
Someone I shared my thoughts with,
told secrets to,
even fought with.
Sweet little Missy.

Then one morning she was gone.
My heart froze in fear
and for her I would shed one last tear.
I'll never know why she left,
why she couldn't stay.
God grant me one more day.
Now she talks to angels 
on her stairway to heaven.

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Ode to Tai-Ana at Age Ten and Far Away


Oh, gentle child, how doth my heart still burn
thine absence half a decade spent in vain
to break the bonds that tie, that fett’ring chain
that holds me from embracing  thee, thyself  in turn.

Thine all enchanting smile, piercing eyes–
thy flailing arms, the limbs, with rhythmic stroke – 
responses soundless to the silent words I spoke
to thee before from thee Fate forced me from thy cries.

I watched thee grow through temp’rate times of yore – 
remembering the gall’ry of my mind.

‘Twas all I had.

Oh, gentle child, how doth my heart still ache
thy presence all too far in distant land
where careless arms push thee with calloused hand
away from mine where once I swore thee none could take.

Thine eyes with tears I shared I shed alone
so thou might never feel the agony
the anguish, loss of my identity,
thy father, thee my offspring, daughter, dearest one.

I watched thee grow through chilling times, and more – 
remembering thy portrait in my mind.

‘Twas all I had.

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Oh, gentle child, how doth my soul yet yearn
those many hours oft upon my breast
thy head thou laid safe harbor for thy rest,
thy questions,  mind alert, thy hungering to learn.

Thy voice I hear through dreams and zephyr breeze,
thou lark by morn by eve the nightingale,
as Dawn and Dusk, Aurora without fail,
thou hast my heart and soul kept warm with ease.

I watch thee grow, and will,  forever more – 
remembering thy sculpture in my mind.

‘Tis all I have.


Until we are as one renewed
some future date somewhere awaits
when thou her servant dare to flee 
that which with thee so long accrued
where here I love and there she hates
that wily witch who bindeth thee. 

Break loose those  prison bars that bind
thy tired wings that flap in vain – 
Renew thy pledge at length to find
thy youthful freedom once again.
Then shalt thy flags fly high aloft
while eagles scream thy freedom song,
while robins chirp with redbreast, soft – 
all a capella – pure and long.

Then both our souls shall share their peace,
a father and his daughter, found
to spend their lives on borrowed lease
to live and die on hallowed ground.

Thus, take, Tai-Ana, this, my prayer
that fathers and their children hear
of this solemnity
that children here and everywhere
ne’er shed a sad though soulful tear
for all eternity.


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Ode to lines

I cling to the tangibility of paper
its connection to earth, 
the feel of the grain 
on the skin. 
Words do not exist 
thanks to the mashing 
of keys and buttons, but by providence
of the paper. 
The forgotten paper
is still alive. Soft
and crumpled 
yellowed with age. 
Though forgotten
never erased. Never

I do not bleed red
cells but globules
of words, coagulated
phrases and lines.
The pen is a prosthesis,
supplementing blood 
where soft flesh leaves prints-
other swirled lines an whirls.
The pencil 
lightly brushes her lips
against slate, 
ever the timid lover. 
Even when erased 
the word is 
forever imprinted, its curvatures
embedded in the soft 
fiber of the page. 

The screen
is an evil thing; coveting
its symbols and codes. 
It hides
away your words,
entombs them 
behind an electric moon.
When the screen dies
so do your musings.

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Because They Play the Game

Dedicated to every young man bestowed the honor of wearing 
the glorious Oklahoma Sooners' Crimson & Cream 


Over sixty years, boy and man, I have been a Sooners fan;
And always hoped to be among the truest in the stands.
And while I don’t remember all the Players’ names,
They’re my Heroes, each and every one, because they play the game.
When they’re on the field of battle, my Sooners surely give their all;
And when they’re on the sidelines, just waiting for a Coach’s call;
Visions of Glory must be dancing in their heads;
The Glory of the moment and our cheers, the Glory of playing for
   the mighty Big Red.

And for those Sooners who rarely played, whose names were 
   known only by a few,
Make no mistake my friend, each of them is my Hero too.
Like Soldiers waiting in the ranks, but never called to fight,
They ‘re ready and they’re willing, their spirit and their sacrifice
   add to Big Red’s might.

I stand in awe of Sooner Magic.  No, I never doubt it.
My Sooners could have never won so many Championships without it.
But don’t misunderstand when I say Sooner Magic won those games;
It was Sooners players who, once again, rose to the occasion and
   glorified the name.

Sixty years of college football and my Sooners have won the most.
Their fierce pride and performance inspire this simple toast:
“My Sooners Team goes on and on, different faces, different names;
But my Heroes, Each and Every one, for win or lose…
                                 They play the game.

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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,
The great power that connects us;
The great unity
Amongst such beauty.

Till we once more return home…

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Daydream Love

You are simply a work of art.
I’ve known it from the very start, 
But you won’t find me hittin’ on ya.

For I’m just an old guy 
With a twinkle in his eye;
Happy just to gaze upon ya.

My old heart quickens it pace
Each time I see your pretty face,
A face that every man should see.

Sometimes, just for a while,
Each time I see you smile,
I imagine it's just for me.

And, when I hear your voice,
For just a moment, I rejoice.
Yes, it’s music to these old ears.

But more than a work of art,
You’re warm and funny and smart.
Simply a beautiful person, my dear.

Though with you I’m quite smitten,
My words are respectfully written;
And every word is  true.

But, if I weren’t so old,
If I were better looking and a little bold,
I would simply say, “I love you.”

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Ode to my son

these words of my heart 
will neither come out of pity
nor will go down the wind
nor, again, will build any city.
But lend me your ears, baby,
and listen to what an old man
can say despite the rods of men.

Live up to your own ambitions.
Keep your heart alive
and your mind working 
with honor and passion.
Take this over from my heart
that has suffered for so long.

There is always a good thing 
to think of and to do 
instead of fruitless tarrying. 
Let not the cold world 
affect you and do its worst.
there is always something
good to be done against it. 

be careful of those people 
who call themselves your friends, 
your enemies are known.
They both have not become 
what they have become
only because the mind, without
the heart, sees differences
and builds on them obstacles
to divide rather than unite.
They used, it is gone now, to be
your friends and the circle
the circle is open and far from full.

When the light and the sun rays 
are leaving, remember to perceive
the natural attitude and substance
of daffodils and innocent flowers.
Hide your tears, baby, from men
and let them fall alone to freshen
the sight of your eyes and vision.
Open your inward eyes of Earth and Eden.

Be always on the move 
and fear not the elements 
of submission and contrition. 
The light is coming in
and love is all around you.
Fear them no more.

Bring yourself to accept
your destiny and look at
the horizons of your heart
to improve your tools 
and feel the power of patience
and reap the harvest of resistance. 
So much depends on them, 
so much depends on you. 

Have time to work, son,
and have time to play. 
Seek to be simple
and look up at
the sunny sphere
without a pair of glasses 
Your eyes are for Earth and Eden 
Keep them pure and undefeated.

But see !!
When the rain comes
as it will in autumn and spring,
summer and winter, son,
don't rush to get an umbrella
and cover your head like many
of them would do and would not.

You already have more than it
your smile can make it 
and the flowers around you
will make it and come along 
to live with you and teach you
how to be yourself and be
one sunny day, to your sons
and daughters, little son,
the father my father
has never been for me. 

Chokri Omri

" L'amour a besoin des yeux, comme la pensée a besoin de la mémoire. "

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Kings And Castles -

Everyone had a unique reason for playing the Game
as we find different means for surviving Life
until the proper seconds of Death come stomping by with insistence,

some want intellectual respect shown with agitation in the opponent's eyes,
others crave the anxiety of prognostication 
like gladiators uncertain of how to strike,
people commence the battle because they have something to prove
as Bobby boldly reproved the Soviets
on their asinine assumptions of superiority,

regardless, all who touch the Board want desperately
to understand the Game,
it's rituals, it's spirits,
the possibilities alive & haunting the 64 squares,
to honestly provide a homage of mind to History and to invention,
as if the nature of Chess is a dream of God's,
a subconscious engineering of grappling wants & needs,
of fears & hopes, of bravado & caution,
32 weapons arranged handsomely for the express channeling
of the Divine creative compulsion of Providence itself,

geometry made grand & gallant,
a homicide of honor performed in the pressure of an hour,
all skilled players realise at some point
that quality brinksmanship ascends over the voice of victory
and can be reduced to the amazing beauty
of integrating logical processes with artistic allure,
misdirection a linchpin of the Master's ancient algebra,
momentum the indispensible monarch of strategy,
without it one is dictated,
mating nets, positional play, tactical moves,
a temple devoted to timeing -


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Ode to my love

Ode to my Love
Your immense black eyes, so cherished and dazzling Your radiant toned skin that shines like daylight Hands as soft as sheet of linen And a childlike feet that is also soft and clean His smile makes every each day complete His sweet caress warmth my cold numb feeling When you glance, it just melts me away And when you stare I am stunned Your soft voice that makes things unruffled Your sweetness that run over Heartbreak to pleasantry, sorrow to laughter Makes every bitter moment better The man who take same step as mine Partaking every wonderful feeling Selfless, Patience, and Loving Oh how I love to love my love

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The human Heart

O' heart, I wonder how 
you can store
so many different 
emotions of ours
in just thy four puny 
while pumping away the 
liquid of life

O' heart in you we 
discover love
but side by side you 
harbour hate
In you we find the 
emotion of happiness
but side by side you 
harbour rage! 

When you cease to beat 
many plans you thwart
May God protect the 
young human heart

And while some O' heart 
you hold dear
some make you skip a 
beat in fear! 

O' heart but we find in 
you as well
the bad bad emotion of 
Such a potpourri of 
emotions in you dwell
Help filter out any wrong 
ones for me! 

A mere four chambers 
indeed but spacious are 
invite therein 
whomsoever in the 
world you may

But in the end forget not 
to reserve
atleast a single chamber 
for its Creator, to 

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An Ode To My Beloved

I just wanted to let you know
That I have this love for you...
Although I'm not fast to show
For you, there's nothing I wouldn't do
And I can't control this love
No matter what I try to do...

While I know our lives are separating
Which has got me pretty blue
I just want you to know
How much I love you...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

Oh how I still see you every night in my mind
You're the best girl I feel I'll ever find
And when my eyes would fall upon your smile
My heart would be put on trial
And so if nothing else, I want to let you know
That I'll always love you, that my hearts beat
For you, won't ever slow...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

So I wish you happiness beyond compare
And sorry for the times I couldn't help but stare
Caring, passionate, smart, and loving
From my heart, to you, I'll never be shoving

You will always be in my heart
No matter where we go, how far we drift apart...

Goodbye My Love...

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Goddess Grip

She struts with a strategic lust
punishing hesitation with voluptuous thrust,
invading my chamber of fresh heart and hard part
certain for her meal of tender male from the start,
perfume from waving sea spreading broadly through this fantasy
skin textured fine with urge for pulsing vine, Goddess grins robustly,
she walks in rosebud red
stalks the songs and lips within this throbing head,
the call she croons to with curving tongue
door of desire widens to release a white river upon breasts divinely hung -


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Ode To A Trojan Horse

Learnt by the pang of fear
Oh Trojan horse thou art fair
So fearful and hard to near
Your presence!A dread  even to air
Leading to an ancient unknown fence
Creating anguish in the ambience
Like a mad dog thou locate
Your way to doom or heaven's gate
Vigour in you aint got an end
For strong art thou till the end
Of world and world beyond thy tend

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Ode to Humphrey

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

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                                           THE SIMPLE JOY OF ART

When eyes delight upon a work of Michelangelo—gut grinding art-- Creation by a mere man, from his enchanted hands explode results of David –perhaps a heavenly message to impart To the earthbound, scattered world flung far in lands mountain wrapped, plain dirt plains or seabound rocky shores. Vagabonds, they come to marvel by foot or cart. In awe they stand before the stone made man. Walking through the door, drawn to David’s splendid daunting beauty—his far gaze imparts to the viewer-- in that instant, in this life there is nothing more of beauty needed to be seen. Years pass, nights will follow days yet thoughts of this wondrous creature never waiver, never fade but haunt delightedly like a nightlight in the darkness. What manner is there to praise the artist for a gift so long lasting? Repeated thoughts played reflecting David's beauty --and played again—durable throughout the years, Clarified and Magnified in time, not diminished--when mind is disarrayed suddenly a glimpse will flash—through grief’s unbidden tears David will stand in mind’s eye, unchanged , ever manly strong-- beauty possible by stone conscience unblemished by dreadful acts or craven fears. Thus it is --creation of a man who does no wrong. Perhaps it is the reason Heaven's blessed the world with Art which reaches all-- both rich and poor--announces to the throngs-- Look to men of stone to find the rare and pure of heart.
Victoria Anderson-Throop © 11/28/12

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For The Woman Who Has It All

Still... still I but aspire to serve your sight,
The measures of dark, streaming mystery,
With eyes deep as night and alive with light,
Your Beauty's as any through history,
An unspent spirit proved by your posture,
Your certain figure made sure, made slender,
Vision of you is like rough emery,
Straining, straining to capture your stature,
As ev'ry artist would hope to render
Such Beauty kept committed to memory.

You're owed no less than a sprawling estate,
To be adorned with pearls, diamonds, and gold,
Yet, as always, I'm impoverished of late,
Affording such precious little, all told;
I just might point out places where wood rots,
And I may, perhaps, soak you in spilled milk,
Since with my savings, best I can do's fall,
As there'd be no most luxurious spots,
I'd offer no furs, no cashmere, no silk,
Not much for the woman who has it all.

'Pon my soul you remain as coarse etches,
A brilliant scar, a shadowy tainting,
The endless subject of endless sketches,
A future masterpiece in oil painting,
The fearsomely delicate carved sculpture;
Of you I make my own melodic code,
As I do this, I do so in your name,
For you are a truly rare-formed rupture,
Bleeding slow, my own melancholic ode,
Writ share 'mongst these words of undying fame.

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Salute to the ode of old
Be wary of the ghosts it leaves
The remnant and seeds of its wake

Salute to the whore of kings
Its corpse and stench reeks still
The wise and deep court still

Salute to the living dead
Frail but rears its head
With words than never bend

Salute, I say, Ode
For yonder when I die
In spite of the odium I hold
You’d still be lying there

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ode to passion

I say, too much passion 
in us poets, like a touch of a thou
saccharine taste invading our veins, 
we cannot restrain, 
we cannot condemned the only reason 
for our being, 

passion is what keeps us breathing, 
passion can make us see it all
different than others, 
not to cease, not to die
or give-up, passion grows in our soul,

it reminds us it is there
every minute of our day, 
when we need to count the hours
to get to him/her. 

Passion is the sedative to our worst day.

The essential of reason,
the way to a path, 
to rivers and streams that find our dreams,
passion is a vessel making a net
reaching our heart our souls

keeping the beat louder and quieter in waves 
frequencies, passion is vigor,
is a sparkle in our heart that continually 
beats violently and has no outcome.

Passion is un corazon de Oro.

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Stepping stones

Little stepping stones
 take you towards the
 truth in my heart. Some
 you doubt you can make
 yet these are deliberate.
 Eventually something truly
 wonderful will be revealed.
 In time you will feel liberated.
 Every heart aches once in a
 while, be patient put aside
 your frustration. The stepping
 stones to my heart will not set
 us apart. Instead we will be
 joined together like birds of a

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An Ode To William Blake

An Ode To William 
He when Painted, 
Printed or Wrote,
His face always wore 
a grave grin.
THAT Soft in heart 
and hand,
The sculptor, stones 
had ever seen;
Sitting by the lonely-
lake’s shore 
Portrayed the 
playing cherubs. 
For me his shop 
would have been,
For Pope, Dryden’s 
 Loved who little-
boys, herders and 
And praised country 
and for lambs prayed.
An artist lived there 
 Unnoticed, ahead of 
his time.


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Like a thunder bolt
The words exploded in her head
She was confused in the noon
History deserted into noun and verbs
The sun came calling on her
The air screamed on her 
The oceans wept bitterly
Our generations was at stake on her
Flaming down the guts she moved
Moon and grasses filed up in the street
Up up they journeyed in the black side
Abandoning the green side of the land
Mother Nigeria is fading away
In the hands of George Orwell pig
Shall the caused of animal kingdom be ours?

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''Loveliness that's deep and that's rare--''

Loveliness that's deep and that's rare
     is like a rose that blooms afresh
(like the rosebud that's new and fair);
     lovely in aspect and in flesh,
it lives in sunlight without care
     letting all the sky breathe and mesh.

Its loveliness is hard to find
     unspoiled and as innocent;
and with its tint and with its rind
     it quells my musing discontent.
As it sighs (softly and from behind),
     my nose takes in its lovely scent.

Its beauty transcends its locus,
     imbuing the eyes of my soul 
with romantic, ideal focus
     that makes the heart and the mind whole:
without it the world seems callous
     and grace would not be in control.

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The Reason

Vividly there is a purpose

With honor we haul and stand uncertain

Then later crept into a fortified lodge

The essence is most times ourselves

A re-make of those footsteps we follow

There’s always a twitch, but never a booth

Was it for love that you base your endurance?

Or maybe it’s just as such, a compelling norm

A splendid theory speaks a curious tale

But where ever we stop, 

a tombstone marks the feet

Countless eras explains the change we pursue

The partners we engage may divert the aim we leap

At least there is logic for one to be submissive

A cause to be bold pushed and detained

Still to what do we owe our reason for the flag we mount

As for me, I console to Poetry!

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Ode on Sorrows

A traveler has traveled far and wide,
Lost in the plains of yellow flowers and Poppies
He saw the tree that stood
An Oak tree it was, with stream of water from underneath.

A reflection of his image he saw,
A fallacy he denied. 
Like a fool he talk to trees and skies
The west wind blew and his heart felt
Heard his name sorrow, thus the wind Whispers
“A man is weight by the sorrow in his heart”

Thirsty, he drank from the stream.
Bitter it was, but the stream was as clear as the sea
An epiphany he had, the taste of bitterness,
Was from his heart, the taste of sorrow.

Green grass withered and the sun died,
Illuminated by the night skies;
He mocks the heavens
And he curses the ground.

The heaven cried out,
“Man is imprisoned in the passage of time”
The stars died too
The stream dried out and came a man
“I am thy sorrow, thy need, thy fallacy”.
“I live in denial, for I know not the man I see,
I know not of my weight, my sorrows”

“The yolk of life that I carry has undone me”
“Emptiness in a man’s heart is the presences of grief
Atlas! How well did my heart grief” said he
“How well did my heart swallowe’d” 

Darkness came over the plain,
the beauty was shunt from man.
A voice he heard,"nature of man is beautiful and deceitful"
Dawn came, blissful, as the early birds began to sing
the dew drops that fell on the grass, illuminated the plains
his heart was filled with tears of truth.

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Funom Makama: A Giant And His Kingdom

Once in a while it is good if we think highly of ourselves. As for me, I always do that, especially knowing fully well what the holy scriptures says "As a Man thinketh in his Heart, so is he"... I am a champion, a king, an influential being and someone the world cannot do without and this is exactly who I am (not just in my heart). Here is a poem which elaborates these thoughts of mine.

Talking about a Giant and his kingdom beauty and greatness found in any form He's exactly what a society needs; which is a very relaible intercom. Empowering the weak to freedom even when it seems they are stuck in a dorm Praises from citizens of his empire should never be considered as Idioms Cos his helping hand makes life easy as a sitcom and his contagious virtues make every night seem as prom. The unsuccessful and underachievers sit and talk but his presence to them brings immediate boredom. In his race to success, stumbling is seldom. Always winning Gold is his symptom but acquiring Silver, is considered as hitting rock bottom. His constant achievements leaves you no choice than to get accustomed and no wonder he's an exaggeration to his peers. His magic and Aura, difficult to phantom. His foot prints and trademark, already becoming random. A charming and very influential leader, ready to pass through dark holes in protection of his own, like a condom which makes his flock long for his bossom. God bless his mom for giving us such a phenom. Commanding respect, to him is a norm. Try intimidation, he has the anti-venom. Defined as smart, sharp, intelligent and handsome. Not even forgeting his envious Wisdom which makes him explode like a radioactive atom. Who else is it; if not the one and only FUNOM!

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YAK ing Signa And Art Associates

Yak is everywhere
Not cursing or rude in the ends  
Yak is a street artist
Yak:first of all you have excellence and simplicity in Logo
You make me smile
Your work is constant and consistent 
You frenetically protests against
agreeing or not 
those three letters always make me glad 
Closed to You certainly are pal artists
But the genius in Yak her/his/'s simplicity 
is not bout agreeing  


Yak might be a scream demanding me/we are artists of Democracy if hired the worked will be paid in the amount of Talent 
Yak is
An enormous label name
Imagine: Yak clothes, Street, Casual, non-casual, jewels, watches
Yak concept

Yak 'Concepteur'
Yak unlimited supply 
Yak boundaries are all crossed 
the next step
We Deserve Yak
I was thinking about making a T-shirt with,
But that's not fare some are my fights but the label is not mine
Yak deserve recognition beyond
I wonder sometimes about the identity of Yak or Yak's
I see ex-students on Yak
I see colleagues on Yak
I show Yak around
Some like some dislike 

People that are to consensual are not generally in my favourites list
And that's a reason for Democracy major virtues and severe imperfections 
And in dictatorship even the camouflaged kind Yak is needed 
Yak is probably not Bunksy 
Yak for me create a trend  
The sign of Thor's hammer *
Simple 1Y 2a 3k 
The sympathetic logo makes people smile
At least for a single time You, 
and also You and You 
You all have smiled about the word,
You in some way are protest signatories 
But look at the Logo 

Gud signi teg 

Thank You!
* Etymology 2 Old Norse signa a) Wiktyonary 

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From a three-sided angle
Astrological purpose is unmangled
Triangle on top
Square on the bottom
Bright halo around God
Our tears fill His bottle
A Pyramid is a monument to death
A Tabernacle of wealth
Which comes into effect
When there's no longer breath
Is it mourning or celebration in stealth
Beyond Technology
Architectural prophecy
Geometrical philosophy
The place where Kings and Queens lay
Buried on a sun-disk
Dedicated to Day
The final form to decay
Hands form this shape
When they're positioned to pray.

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Understanding WE may never physically be continues to be a concept that I often contemplate...a mental picture in my head that I constantly visualize...I keep my DISTANCE...wondering if I'm even worth your time...admiring you from afar as if you were some shining star...*INTRIGUED*....feelings that I've fought in the past...they manifest until finally reaching the surface...*HOPELESS*...I'm unable to subdue what my truly heart desires...what's next?...I don't have an answer...but I feel this moment of clarity is necessary...for sanity's sake... 

To Be Continued

CiD *Chivalry Is Dead*
"A Hopeful Cynic"

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to the late donna summers

somewhere in my late teens
i heard a voice they'd call a queen
loud and clear this voice seemed
a brand new thing a disco scene
it was to be the sound of my time
the seventies and the eighties
disco's and rhymes
and donna summers was that queen
the icon of the disco scene
she came along just in time
giving me my music, mine
from then we knew the flavor
and it hasn't changed much since
a steady beat, a disco ball
and times we won't forget

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                                MICHELANGELO'S HANDS

When eyes delight upon a work of Michelangelo—gut wrenching art-- Creation by a mere man, from his enchanted hands explode results of David –perhaps a heavenly message to impart To the earthbound, scattered world flung far in lands mountain wrapped, plain dirt plains or seabound rocky shores. Vagabonds, they come to marvel by foot or cart. In awe they stand before the stone made man. Walking through the door, drawn to David’s splendid daunting beauty—his far gaze imparts to the viewer-- in that instant, in this life there is nothing more of beauty needed to be seen. Years pass, nights will follow days yet thoughts of this wondrous creature never waiver, never fade but haunt delightedly. What manner is there to praise the artist for a gift so long lasting? Repeated thoughts played reflecting David's beauty --and played again—durable throughout the years, Clarified and Magnified in time, not diminished--when mind is disarrayed suddenly a glimpse will flash—through grief’s unbidden tears David will stand in mind’s eye, unchanged , ever manly strong-- beauty possible by stone conscience unblemished by dreadful acts or craven fears. Thus it is --creation of a man who does no wrong. Perhaps it is the reason Heavens blessed the world with Art which reaches all-- both rich and poor--announces to the throngs-- Look to men of stone to find the rare and pure of heart.
Victoria Anderson-Throop © 11/28/12

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Ode to My Pearl of the Orient Seas

Traveling miles to the desert coast-
free golden Arabia.
I felt the snowy humid air, 
her dusty wind.
Encircled with her thousand luxury cars, 

I begun to miss thee; 

O thy palms so sturdy and luster green
That smiled at me, 
sited in a warm cushioned floor. 
Let thy beauties drive me home,
To the breeze of summer wind 
and her marvelous rains.

To thy tallest structures of concrete sandstone
That keep the dust 
out my breathe.
Let me sleep unconsciously and free, 
as if I'm inside 
the safety of the hut of my dearest ancestors.

To thy mountainous desert sand,
Let me travel thy terrain 
without exhaustion.
For my motherland whom given me sweetest memories;
Caressing the lonely 
heart full of my tears.

Let the sadness of thy maiden, 
inside that mourning black gown;
Never make my ladies and women fade.
Let thy closed heart open the promises
To the smiling eastern world; 
to our fair cultured love.

O hold me, 
they called purest creation-
Made the most important 
and beloved by god.
Through my heart that speaks for thee;
We live the love inside our hearts,
For bountiful happiness 
and joy.

For I know, 
even if I'm within the longest line- 
this widest roads,
The end will not come unconsciously in time.
Hope to hold her hand 
and find her comfort and smile,
Beloved motherland; 
Splendor of my views and unending devotions.

Be free as the stars in the sky.

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Further is Closer Than You Think

To see or not to see, past the illusion.
Of truth secretly whispered back and forth,
creating confusion.

Shakespeare publicly fought between life and death
for pure amusement.

Within my thoughts, hope's not lost but found,
don't fight with fear use it.

Time endlessly is precious when our soul starts to lose grip.
Loose lips, wondering eyes, curious minds
in search of the light.
Collide in a beautiful place
where I am nothing
connected to everything
real matter cannot be erased.

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Sunrise, hasten
Your feet to come
For in you the blossom
Of my heart berths
Dusk, the mirth of my heart
Has cocooned, and in frigid
 Warmth for sunrise it yearns 
For my sunshine to bring.
Sunrise come for my
Sunshine to come.

Sunrise come, come 
Quickly I implore
For in grub for the warmth
Of my sunshine through
The thickest of all nights
My heart gropes.
Sunrise come for my
Sunshine to come.

Sunrise come swiftly
For my sunshine to herald.
The obsequies of my loneliness
I beg you to come sound.
Sunrise come and let my
Sunshine emerge to suture
My solitude cleaved heart.
Come sunrise and let my
Sunshine come, enshrine 
And kindle my heart
For, like an ember my
Heart now is.
Sunrise come for my
Sunshine to come. 

Sunrise come 
And let my sunshine come 
For dusk phlegmatically on 
The frigid, thorny path of 
Loneliness on a harrowing  
Voyage, my heart it has taken
Sunrise come for my 
Sunshine to come.

Sunrise hearken
To the call of my somber heart.
For like when to dawn the
Crow of a cock calls, to you
My heart calls.
Sunrise come for my 
Sunshine to come.

For when sunrise comes,
My sunshine’s fragrant
Rays like a myrrh through
The key hole of the door of my
Doleful heart in would filter.
The door of my heart will I
Open and in deluge of my
Sunshine’s mystique will I bask
And from the serfdom of solitariness
Free will I become.
Sunrise come for my 
Sunshine to come.

Though, when sunrise comes,
Soon the sun on my sunshine
Would again set and in a swift 
Gone and dusk my sunshine
Would supplant.
But while it tarries it’s
Sumptuous presence will I relish.
Sunrise come for my
Sunshine to come.


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And Then Came You,Another Chance For Love

Vunerable, my heart my own; not trusting; hard to trust any one-
Emotions running rampant,
Not willing to take chances
I sealed my life, my heart with protective defenses
And then came you
You saw me, wanted to know me, desired me and changed my life's view
So that I am dreaming of life's potentialities.

Blind, not looking
And out of the darkness through the disallusion of life's negatiivity, 
 love came through you and brought serenity
And though my heart was encased with barriers, deep and strong
I believe God sent you to adorn my life with intimacy of  feelings and
 desires never felt before till you came and embarked my heart's door.
The feelings of sadness you broke and  with your coming,
I have feelings of new possibilties.

Timid, shy, alone-
Needing someone to call my own
Lost within myself-
Hurts and pains of the past yielding themselves in me so strong
Robbing me of life's true love, its full experience-
My life needing new direction:  a purpose of fulfilling;
Then came you and I am alive and living.

Timing seemed off at first but nonetheless we met
Spent time together and then time progressed-
Causing a moment's separation;
However years and live have brought us back together
Through God's renewing--now full circle--a reconnection
And then came you, again, and to my surprise but with a welcomed spirit-
My heart is fully open to love's possibilities.

And then came you and I am totally fulfilled.
And then came you and I am inspired and yielding to love's will.
And then came you and my heart if leaping with joy and hope-
No longer enslaved by life's tightrope.
And then came you and I am free-
Many inhibitions carried away by the wind of destiny;
So I know and believe in the power of love's--your love--potency.

God's love for us.  Your love for me.  My love for you.
Taking us to present and future realms of highest ecstacy-
To know the essence of true love for infinity.  Another chance for love.

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...a darling dear of time is when the  tick-tock, of the clock stops, during a dancing wind chimes rendition of just how invisible things move me, to write, darling dear a rhyme, 

the peak of a mountain top experiencing, 

the soul

O' darling dear

a love letter,
a rhythm,

a liberty,

just one of those things that

of the everlasting.

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Make your heart sing

Silently I call out your name
I smile as if you came
When I say I love you
I am never in shame
Everyone can blame
Say the boy in insane 
I don’t care
Cause no one feels the same
It may be pretty hard to explain
It’s no ordinary game 
My heart holds no lust
In my love you can trust
Will never ask for any thing
I will be happy if I can make your heart sing

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Coffee in a cup, makes a cup of coffee;
just as an aroma from within, makes the air,

smell of flowers in the spring



...a sweet thing, like sugar cane is to the tasting,
and the tasting is to stirring the dream,

making flavored coffee

a drink in the morning.

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My heart is in need of love

MY heart is in need of love from you, from the one whom i love
and adore so much.
In the time that "I get i shall be by your side through the mid-night 
storms till the day of bloom and growth.
Boy I love you so much that i cant let you go cause you'r all that
I am, you'r  all that I have that fills that empty space in my heart with
a lot of love that I want to unravel
with you my king but yet my heart is in need of love from the one whom
I love and adore so much.

                                                                                  THE END

                                                        WRITTEN BY: Helen Rosa VonCille Johnson

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for you

This is for you
my heart is real 
my heart is nice 
I wiil even say i love you more than twice

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our children dacing
dacing at the sight of lighted bulbs
like when the eclipse occured
but their hope dashed

but his wealth  is intact
for his greatest grand children
children that are more equal
more equal than the others

our mouths now salivates
on seeing mere nuts
like dogs for bones
bones of our lost sons

sons last seen on april
april of the pools
pools of ballots
ballots of inec

our stomach now speak
speak like the dogs
dogs that came beyond the sea
but they have learnt
learnt to look
look since their demands were not meet

our youths now play in moonlight
play games in the sand
games out of fustration
fustration  due to lack of job

our graduates now employed
employed in barrow pushing company plc
with first class honours
obtained from war front

our universities now battle fields
our wards soliders
only to come home
with paper to prove it

all their hopes in it
in the designed paper
paper that cannot feed
even the fetus in the woman

they made him believe them
them that are beyond the sea
that his wealths are safe
though they beautify their land with it

he knew not that the value of  
his wealth has been used
used to tare their roads
used to build schools
used to build hospitals
used to make things better
used to empower their people
used to make them what they claim
those beyond the sea

though his wealth are safe
it have generated hundred times
to say the least, its worth
he claims to be rich,

the cock that crew
the dogs that bark
the cricket that creaks
the youths that riots
the children that cries

all are saying in Unison
wake up and behave
like a black though are
for our blood flows in you

let them know that we have an origin
our origin so strong
our strenght so wisely use
our wisdom cannot be decieved

wake up and take from them
the wealth they took from us
wake up and suprise them
and make our homes the dream land

the dream land of our fathers
those that fought till sleep came
and those that still wait for sleep to emerge

wake up and let them know
that our wealth we can manage
to make our homes eden
the eden our fathers lived in

For our tribes are stong
as strong as the lion
the lion accros the equator
our home the heart of Africa

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Mighty Ra.
Through the sky
Thy benign presence journeys
Unto us thy glory to dole
Thy aureole, a hollowed
Light radiates.
And into our burden
Darkened psyches
It permeates to illuminate
And unto our entirety
Healing to bring.
To thee,in worship
Our knees bend
For none else,but thou
Mighty Ra
Could these deeds wrought.

In glory art thou robed
And in majesty crowned.
Rock of ages, immortal art thou.
Thy hands, mighty art.
For,by them,all things became.
In battle,by them,
Thy raging foes abseiled,
Firm the cosmos stands
And in tranquility remains.
Even the eerie night
With myriads of eyes 
That sees not
In battle before thee roared,
But, beneath the anger of
Thy hallowed light it
The morn, a tale of
Thy conquest it tells.
And on thy eastern throne
In glory thou,eternally sits.
Mighty Ra.

(Ra is an Egyptian sun god) 

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flame of life

No star in the sky
only ghosts of clouds fly
Deep in the darkness of my heart
there is a ray of light 
whenever life felt stale 
one becaconhouse encourage to sail
nobody know how to live 
only my heart know true lie
who knows about the fuel of passion
everybody leads life just as fashion
only my heart knows how to live
by burning both ends of candle

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The Star

Risen from the blues of gloom,
The indicator of glorious boom.
Made of sterner stuff and
Seen only by eyes divined.
From the East appeared once,
All focus attracted of the wise ones.

The way rigorous and distant,
Unimaginable for weak stance.
The willing heart of flesh
Unveils the power afresh.
That which must be done,
Needs not be allowed be gone,
All the way followed by men adorned.

Can it be true of one and of others?
That a star once seen and 
Followed by men,
Can again be seen and
Followed by other men.
Once it shines and is spotted,
Providence will convey men of honour,
Who, duty-bound, must pay homage.

For every generation there is,
And strive as it does,
Darkness hides him not.
Dark-hearted men merge,
Weapons at heart ready to strike.
But he shines forth with vigour,
Bestriding the globe like a new

The Leading Star!

Peter Edoziem

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red wine and old men

Old men and red wine (Portugal)

In the bodega old men drink red wine (never white)
They are proud of their elderliness and solves 
The worlds many problems; something about keeping 
your head down and work hard. 

Then as shadows fall and night approaches, they go 
home to wives who scold them gently for smelling of wine
 but they do hope to meet their old friends tomorrow 
afternoon at the bodega.  

Not many bodegas left now, big wooden caskets of wine, 
sink counter and stone floors, wine bars are taking over, 
bottles of showy wine with posh labels like that should 
have anything to do with friendship.

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Epiphany JCO

There was deafening light, with the echo of my heart beat
I know that sounds crazy but it woke up my inside
It was this epiphany that this wasn’t over
That all I believed, all I wanted was not real
It was like when you wake up from sleep completely aware and alert without 
I watch and listen when people talk, but what I hear is the approach
I desipher  the way a person responds, along with the words, to determine fact.
I saw everything.  Like a dream.  I woke up and you were gone……but never really 
I held onto an imaginary friend. I talked to the most beautiful ghost.  
The hours I talked to you, your voice rocked me to sleep. The slightest lisp, carried 
my heart away. The  frustration I heard,When we argued.  The sound of your 
breathing when you listened to me. The excitement in your voice, that made your 
eyes light up when telling stories…. Stories….thats all they were. I made it all up. I 
never really felt you near me. I never wrapped myself in your world, a world that 
didn’t exist to me.  I thought I heard you say you loved me, but it was just my 
imagination. My eyes flitted open and I knew it was not real. The reality is, you were 
never real.

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Ode to the TIME: Some lines written on mystery of TIME

Hey TIME!! What art thou?
You insisible creature,
Are you transparent in nature?

Tick, tick, tick.........
This sound always I hear,
Is this you that is in my ear?

Every one say passenger
Me seem you still
But it is we that is in thrill

Are you friend or foe?
All my beauty and innocence you doth grab
It creates between both of a us a great gap

O Mystery!!
You are nothing but illusion of my mind
Or you are relative of those moving stars together bind

Have you got eternity???
No, never, think not, no prophet was given
It is a privilge that I'll get in heaven.

O spinning wheel!!
Why cunningly thou movest very fast?
Ever reverse thy motion and let me see my faded past.

An unfathomable sea!
Where all my peers and kins sink
What remains is love and memories I think

O poor snatcher!
Thou mayst snatch all my friends from me
But not their love, you are fibble before it, I remind thee

What makest thou unconquerable?
You keep the horses of your cart on spur
Is this thing that makest thou lead the other?

One of little gods!
You make of me a Hamlet, such a fate thou weavest
Sometimes I cry, sometimes with sighs of relief I heavest

O minister of metamorphosis,
As you walked past the green turned yellow
I wish a realm where you would not be my fellow

O phantom of enigma,
Fie oN thee..... away, away - when ideas pelteth
Thou art the riddle that maketh my mind start melteth

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It does not cast a shadow,
Nor does it judge, mimic, or belittle,
But it is full of emotion,
When expressed, time stands still,
Ubiquitous to society,
And inspired by nature,
More valuable than gold,
But cannot be spent,
More real than the stars,
But cannot be seen nor touched,
It can calm the most incorrigible of people,
And create passion in the most stoic souls,
It remains the same,
But is constantly changing,
And is older than life,
But will never age nor die,
To move by it is beautiful,
But to create it is a gift from God… 

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There Watching Us

An angel of life looking far into the beauty. 
White dress with pink wings. The seagulls are doing her searching.
She is standing high on to a mountain side balcony.

She is waiting for her call. 
So she can sweep down for them all.
She is an Angel she has seen many things.

She cares more about your heat 
More about your soul. 
The most of all.
Living things.

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i live my dream

I Live My Dream Everyday I Wake up Beside You
Why Cause it Was Me You Ask to Say I Do
I Live My Dream Everyday When I Touch Your Beautiful Face
Why Cause in My Heart its  You I Have Placed
I Live My Dream Every  Minute That Slowly Ticks on by
Why Cause All I Need Is  You for Ever at My Side
I Live My Dream Just like  the Flower Attracts the Bee
Why Cause in My Heart  Is the Best Place to Be
I Live My Dream Just like  the Beauty of the Rainbow
Why Cause I Love You More  Then You Will Ever Know
I Live My Dream Every Time  a New Star Shines in the Night
Why Cause Only You My Arms Wish to Hold Tight
I Live My Dream as I Watch the  Clouds Drift Across the Sky of Blue
Why Cause Just like Me I Can  Say Forever I Love You
I Live My Dream Every New Day  the Sun Does Shine
Why Cause You to Me Is All I Need  to Be My Valentine

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there you were
inside a picture frame
black and white photo
on the gallery wall
irrigating joy and goodness
his holinesss the dalai lama
your colours are boundless

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The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part3)

Yet my soul senses the passion n’ desire of your heart was composed in the language of love 
unto lust that I could never poetically impart, still I know the flame burns with pleasure n’ 
pain for all who find it outside their immortal heart…
I sense the reflected fire of your eyes n’ I wish not to recall the unspoken secrets of your 
poetry n’ the names lingering here, romancing the waves caressing rocks n’ the chant of 
consumable miseries of mortal hearts to rupture into suicide …

I know how your fingertips awakened her virginity when she was your lover in leisure to the 
music of your acclivitous words hypnotising her virtuous seventh heaven of sexual overtures 
n’ into the depths of clitorious pleasure…
She was one of many who summoned the angels of ecstasy by the priestess of your tongue 
that preferred all inamoratas to be kept at distance for their purpose of use was to be your 
poetic muse but she was (heavy sigh) your destiny…

When you dared to indite your desires of others with an empty quill upon her naked flesh 
remembering still their scent n’ taste, she flared with jealous rage n’ you were vainglorious 
for your lovemaking was illustrious as you celebrated far n’ wide…
In her aroused escapade you wished you had braced yourself for her pain as she summoned 
the green demons with covetous wings within her mind, for she would have laid down her life 
for you, though you did not understand this treasure was a love that was true…

For she longed to be your only lover though your fingers of rhyme teased a tongue to 
rhythmically confess your request to crucify her heart in unrequited love n’ her thighs in a 
symphony of continuous casual pleasure…
You declined true love for the endless line of carnal lust with debutantes, bridesmaids n’ 
dames for perfect in everyway to be with you she must, like your poetry symmetrical n’ 
consummate, a figure of flawless beauty n’ face..

To compose in repose your words in kisses upon a page of thy lover’s lips, the idealised 
immaculate perfect place, her face was scared by a trace yet her beauty of heart within was 
a gift given by the goddess’s grace…
She had a long thin line down the side of her face though I know this flaw to be upon your 
soul, it never left your body n’ mind as they turned to dust, where perfection once prevailed 
yet overbalanced without grace for your heart was forged of carnal lust

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My Guardian Angels

Part I
Oh Mother,
Do not walk away,
I would do anything to make you stay,

I promise I will do my bed,
I promise I will never lie,
Mother, not a tear I will make you shed,
I promise I will never let you cry,

You are all that I live for,
I will give you all you need and more,
Heaven is under your feet,
Your image is so sweet,

We may fuss and fight, but when you smile,
It makes the struggle worthwhile,
Mother, you are a soul made of perfection,
I am living due to your protection,
My entity is a reflection,
Of you, I want you to be proud of me, for I fear your rejection,

You are my earth,
You loved me for fourteen years, and nine months before birth,
I grew up in you,
I lived life with you,

Your heart shines down on me like the sun,
You cannot be compared to anyone,
You are a seraph,
I feel emotionally painful when I look at your photograph,

Oh Mother,
Do not walk away,
I would do anything to make you stay...

Part II
Oh Father
Do not walk away,
I would do anything to make you stay,

Your wise words dwell in my young soul,
Your presence makes me whole,
You make me laugh with all the clowning that you do, 
I miss you more and more everyday, you haven't got a clue,

An eternal life of bliss with you I am living in now,
I always come crawling back to you somehow,
You are always saving me from myself; you catch me when I fall,
Father, you are the only one who really knew me at all,

I can vividly remember,
One chilly night in December,
You held me close, and I felt your pure heart beat,
That icy bitterness within me you did defeat,

One day you shall open your beautiful big brown eyes,
And find that I have raised your name to the seventh sky,
I promise you Father, I will forever be your ally,
And make you so proud, you will want to cry,

Oh Father
Do not walk away,
I would do anything to make you stay…

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The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 2)

Your hands n’ your caress traced intimately across a mortal’s flesh a thousand years ago, for 
she is a stranger in the dark of my distant karmic past,  though I know her serenading 
immortal heart sings in this body of mine now…
I refuse to hear your long lost name for I’m afraid to know all those who you loved with such 
lust in this place where you linger by your grave, I only wish to see the sweet beautiful 
memories of the love we made…

No!!! I refuse to hear my long lost name for I’m afraid to know all those who you loved with 
such lust in this place!!! where you transcend your grave, for there is a weaver n’ a loom of 
destiny n’ I’ll not repeat that chant ever again by the sea…
From the castle to the crest, to the sea, to the waves crashing on the rocks, a hundred times 
the journey from the womb to the grave I have made while you lay in your tomb n’ your 
soul yearns in suffering to make amends…

I sense you invite me to listen to your evocation in this prevailing wind, it seduces my skin n’ 
ascends from the depths of my soul from beginning to end, an eternal poetic essay of an 
immortal heart’s legend…
By this ocean of our dreams you tempt me to inhale the perfumed scent though I’ll never 
know whose breath it was that I now breathe in as the wind n’ the moon feathers the sea in 
eternal waves…

Along this coastline the breath of mother earth has nurtured many lovers, lifted angels on 
wings n’ called forth mermaids who play n’ sing on the rocks n’ dance in the shadows with 
the ghosts of shipwrecked sailors in their watery graves but it’s been a thousand years since 
my immortal heart heard a poet...
Today this storm blows across the lands of my ancestors, the siren of your poetic beckoning, 
an incantation travelling the sea n’ time heralds the galloping horses thundering, racing upon 
the shore with the chariot of your enchantment never faltering…

Their manes dancing towards the crest  n’ crash upon the rocks nearby where we made love 
a thousand years ago in the soft familiar sand, your poetic voice romancing the sunset n’ 
painting the waves in glorious tones of carnal lust ...
Within the evening storm clouds I can see the rain though I’ll never know the name of the 
lovers whose thirst it quenched with pleasure or who was cleansed of their pain as the blood 
washed from the rocks upon opening Pandora’s box in their mind n’ lost sight of hope as 
their fateful love turned to dust…

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The sun in the sky can only last as long as you stay,
So since you've been gone all my sunny days are oh so far away,
And every day that comes with you as a memory, 
Reminds me of a better place and time that love did capture me,
As love's prisoner I felt no shame to be caught up in your arms, 
The feeling I get when you hold me close caused me no alarm,
But now the end has ran its course and time has brung end to the trial,
And left me alone in a pool of tears that stretches for miles,
Indeed I hope your life is better since the day you parted me,
For there is no since in such a wretched wish damning both of us to misery,
In this tell I leave behind to shadow with no trace,
The sad day that came to past that I would no longer see your face,
In time though I know for sure my grievance will wither down,
But the burden that hangs in my heart right now exceeds the weight of a thousand pounds,
So I shall drain what little I can to spare my heart some room,
And sing today my saddest song that awfully sad tune

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Can you feel them itching 
Songs begging to get out 
Can see his fingers twitching 
Just moving all about 

there’s music in him 
for that, there is no doubt 
rhythm and words just bursting to escape 
laughter and the sadness 
all his love and eternal heartbreak 

so much to write about 
it’s way too big to contain 
emotions taking over 
like colors on display 

Can you feel them itching 
Songs begging to get out 
Can see his fingers twitching 
Just moving all about 

sending all his wheels a spinning 
manic energy takes control 
it's creating something magical 
as he lets his many talents flow 

all the pain and anguish 
they paint the pages with his tears 
with talk of love and betrayal 
of intensity in loss and fears 
his depth of hurt, it’ll gut you 
bleed you at your core 
it’s a wonder he’s still standing 
how is it he could take much more 

Can you feel them itching 
Songs begging to get out 
Can see his fingers twitching 
Just moving all about 

outside his art, you wouldn’t know it 
just how his internal scars cry out 
but take a look in those clear blue eyes 
you’ll find the wisdom and the wear 
of one whose lived a consuming life 
and known the meaning of despair 

been taken to the brink and more 
then left just hanging there 
had his heart ripped from his chest 
leaving his soul stripped bare 

Can you feel them itching 
Songs begging to get out 
Can see his fingers twitching 
Just moving all about 

but this boy, this guy, this man 
is made of more than all that 
that of which would do it’s best 
to destroy him from the inside out 
no this clever one, he won’t be taken down lightly 

no, not without a fight he… 
he’ll take all the turmoil and the woe 
he’ll make the very most of it 
use it for his craft, the sadness oh so sad 
he twist it into beauty, bends it to his will 
and when he’s done and last poems been sung 
the tears, your eyes are now filled 
for his pain has transformed to such of strength 
and beauty, that never can be killed

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From the east it went majestically to the west
to the North it brings blessing and peace 
To the great inhabitant of Nkporo.
Its waters the south amiably to the favour of the hills
Mountains and the green grasses of the field.
O river Nkporo, thou art mighty, spiritual center of anticipation
Leave us not alone.
Be our guide and never allow the contamination of the western oceans.
Those are evil river, those are rivers of pain and sorrow.
Remember unto them salt was brought to you 
But then when my forefathers dreamt of you 
There was no dream for salt in you.
You were tasteless and pure, colourless and harmless,
Now the black liquid had feasted on your humble spirit 
Bad manners corrupt good manners .

where are the goddess of the river?
Where is the god of harvest and thunder?
Have you forgotten the Epic tears from Mbadiwe?
He was once in the river promoting peace and love
Among Nkporo inhabitant but now,
Rings and gun powder are found inside my beloved River Nkporo.
The holy book was once seen beside the mighty rock
Where the queen dwell every sun set to 
Govern the land to achieve that which destiny has in stock for her.

How were you corrupted?
Papa will never appreciate what we 
have done neither will mama be happy.
O river Nkporo, the white got you corrupted 
The laws were broken and the bound divided in tears.
Your dignity carried away and the glory departed from us.
The great spring is gone with the rock,
Now we all cry but never will you come back .
The deed had been done.

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She protruded from a background well-versed in mythology
Riddled in metaphors
Steeped in false parameters
Yet gifted in iambic pentametre
She coughed a bloodied bee onto her lap
and let the sparks fly.

She married a beekeeper in two syllables
And bit her tongue
Whilst the lines absolved her dichotomy of life
She tripped over her song's rhyme
She whistled a white-hole onto the page
And dropped herself inside.

Her jar will always be half-empty, with complete thoughts.

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Our modern world has become
so advanced and sophisticated,
and its technology is at our fingertips;
unlikely yesterday when everything was slow-paced,
now fast-food and credit cards are a convenience...
and poverty is the plight of low-income!

Some will know greatness,
for having made unthinkable strides,
and they will be honored or even immortilized;
and I like to be one of them...simply remembered!
The great minds of the past, like those of today,
struggled to come out of obscurity,    
until Popes and wealthy people recognized their genius;
and those names became so glorious!  

Each one of us is born with an amazing gift,
and through vocation and inspiration,
it can grow in size and scope...
if it's used with good intention!
Painters choose the colors of their images, 
writers create the words of their moods;
sculptors carve out  faces with a chisel,
and  composers imitate the feelings of the soul!

Some will know greatness,
and though riches may not ever be theirs...
their works are the reflection of themselves,
or of others who made a difference;
we have seen them, admired them
and applauded them with excitement!
And they are as detemined as we are,
fullfilling a mission beyond compare!

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Into the Sea of Love

as I lay here beside you looking at your sweet and gentle face
I now know that our chance meeting was destiny in its place
and that our love was sanctioned by God's unfailing grace

I wanted you to know that my love for you is overflowing
and my feelings of contentment are forever growing
as my heart beats for you at a rate that shows no sign of slowing

my thoughts of us together are so profound and so deep
and into that Sea of Love I'm so glad that I did leap
for my heart is now in your hands where forever I hope you'll keep

I clearly remember the day we met and the circumstance
and the first time we saw each other we shared a heated glance
my whole world had stopped and I felt like I was in a trance

across a crowded room yet it seemed like we were all alone
our souls made a connection and we were in our own zone
it was later that I even realized I had let out a lustful moan

into the Sea of Love I'm so glad that I did dive
for the love and care you've given me has helped me to survive
for whenever I'm with you I feel more alive

into the Sea of Love swimming side by side
into the Sea of Love on a romantic journey we ride
into the Sea of Love where our shared faith in God abides

as I lay here beside you of my face you caress
I thank God daily for I know that I've been blessed
for the way that you love me even has me impressed

into the Sea of Love as we happily float along
our relationship is like a rock, solid and so strong
into the Sea of Love where in your arms I'll forever belong

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Reason and rhyme
Play with sure time
As space allows
The fleeting grouse.

Seasons and chimes
Ply with fond rhymes
As grace reveals
The thrills of feel.

Passion and surge
Seed the sure urge
As purpose flings
The voice I sing.

Action knows urge
To splurge fine purge
As voices mint
Beauty and tint.

Truth knows beauty 
In ecstasy
As pleasure mounts
In life's sweet fount.

Beauty bears proof
To that sure truth
As seasons change
With reasons strange.

Be beyond grief
For life is brief
And all things die
When highs turn nigh.

Dark is the night
When death slays light
To fashion then
A brand new plan.

Light cannot die
With death's sure cry
For all that comes
Become the sum.

Be not afraid
Of certain dread
For time must end
Beyond this scan.

Dust comes from dust
For all things rust
To set soul free
As meant to be.

Leon Enriquez
31 July 2014

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Dawn hurls pearly new light 
To open a new page;
Look deeper still to know true sight
As a new day sets stage.

Light sends a message kind
To stirs all souls to see;
Discern a view that truth aligns
To spark your melody.

Kind beauty shows you proof
To waltz with space and time;
Make passion fund quest to know truth
To live your curious rhymes.

Proof sets the stage for joy
To swirl and twirl and sing;
Let love propel your urgent ploys
As zest compels your flings.

Joy now simply reveals
A spontaneous sure flow;
Let charming voice find fond appeal
To touch and bless and show.

Leon Enriquez
31 July 2014

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The plan for my existence,
An untraceable silence,
You stole my heart from me,
You stole it without violence,

I need to be certain,
Of the consequences I face,
In this unforgiving life,
Its an uphill human race.

A magnificent discovery,
A glorious thing,
Jesus has been sent to aid in recovery,
I have faith in him.

God will open eyes,
help us realise our dreams,
The Lord has svaed my life,
And helped me through my teens.

I lived a life without hope,
Abandoned by my friends,
Didnt think I could cope,
My heart just wouldnt mend.

God has led me here,
But whats he trying to say?
Perhaps sending me a message,
Life neednt be this way.

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22 years ago when i was 22 and you were 44
       could we have had the same dream
                      the same  heart
        the same feelings on a dance floor

        could not Cyrano teach me to score
              me,the man in the iron mask
              on the other side of the door

  could not Shakespere live just once more
 and render a sonnet that would open that door

      then i would beacon Orpheous to sing
    of the love he lost in Hades forever more

              it is to hear a song so sweet
               a short verse so compleat
                  with a feeling so neat
        that i would sweep you off your feet
          then we would dine at loves feast

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Cold As Frost (Ode to Robert Frost)

            Subjective to the eyes upon words, poems are never
 the same twice. 
Quiet as snow fall you revealed the truest form of a self centered
 "October" day. 
Leaves fall in a similar pattern to unfamiliar words being recited 
around an ever-
trusting ignorant society. Perhaps the "Road not Taken" is where 
i shall resign 
my poetic beliefs and live as a reborn gust of wind, blowing lives 
in foretold 
directions. I have taken the time from time which has already 
escaped my life 
and given it too less of a friend, which became more of a burden. 
Pride bursts 
out in every direction giving reason for blame when blame insults
 the very 
essence of my reflection. One star permanently blazed into an 
empty sky can 
depend on me like clockwork, for I am the first to call criticism upon 
"Frost" in the 
winter. If it were truly that simple then the pen would lose it's importance 
as the 
tool of our trade. Who said that brilliance was not born, 
only created through 
practice? Then would be the time too call yourself gifted. 
A lifetime is lived "For 
once, Then Something" and until time is chosen none will be revealed. 
In my 
world; the sun will not shine without the loss of the moon, 
the rain only falls upon 
broken smiles, and the breeze is never as cold as "Frost".

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Kathy is a special spirit
her sparkling eyes emit the grandeur of life
looking into them is spellbinding.
her smile glistens,just to look into her eyes
and that magnificent smile makes you feel her arms around you
while her wings are not visible,they are there ever present
an angel on earth,a true friend
my heart sings to know her.i breath deeper knowing i can be myself with this angel that
listens intently to my woes.we are separated by many miles,but in my heart and soul i can
reach out and touch her.she is always there,my friend,my angel,my pal,my Kathy

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The Way To See Heaven

They say the way to see Heaven,
is look to the skies.
Yet, all I have to do
is look into your eyes.

Your heart is pure;
Your heart is true.
That is why I
fell in love with you.

I see your love
when our eyes meet
I feel your  love
with so much heat

  I feel your love
when my heart skips a beat
I feel it when it
knocks me off of my feet

 I will love you
till the end,at my death
I will love you,
till my very last breath.


Copyright McCuen 2008

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Inspiration is found in the gift that is given from the soul. It iminates and 
resonates as drums beating and nature singing bring forth swift sound 
movement and rhythm to the inner being. 
It is often initiated silently so attention is not focused on the giver of this gift but its 
Inspiration is found in the laughter at one's self over the life led and the things left 
behind are now quietly amusing. Some small memory now brings a smile as the 
thought transpires into imagery and if note worthy, is transformed to prose put 
down by pen to paper and if found - even much later - shall bring as much joy to 
the reader as it first did to the writer.
Inspiration, like beauty, is too found in the eye in the beholder but not so much for 
the joy rested upon the sight of the onlooker  but the inward delight brought on 
partaking in the wonderful exchange of words held captive in intense 
Inspiration is found in far off lands where watching growth and development 
seem surreal and suspended and yet touches the heart so indepthly that its as if 
you too were right there, joined at the hip, at the hand or even more importantly at 
the heart.
Inspiration is found in breathtakenly simple parts of humanity that are often 
overlooked - until it is too late, often underrated until the world embraces it or 
denied until someone takes notice and simply loves it.
Inspiration is found in the faces you seek to love, love to see and leave you 
forever seeking more. Both now and tomorrow, inspiration once again has 
embraced my heart through the soft spoken of one such inspirational, 
phenomenal life.
Inspiration - I give you Maya Angelou.

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You are old I am young
You have love I have none.
"Look. Look at those flocks of birds emigrating south! 
They’re escaping with regular wing beats, crying farewell."
Tomorrow would be a good day to die 
Today a good tomorrow
Dying must be strange, nonsense life is strange
We wait for nothing yet nothing will come
I never hoped you would accept an invitation to my farewell party 
We wait for nothing yet nothing will come
Yes, like Fassbinder
Yes, like Veronica Voss

I owe my soul to the company store  

Finishing Line Press.  Book FAREWELL TO THE DUST, by C. S. Leaf avalible March 2008