There she stands
Centre stage for all to see
Tall and slender
Precariously she balances.
I reach out for her
Draw her to me
My hand skims her body
Slowly reaching her skirt.
Playful fingers find hidden areas
Delighted her legs spring forth
Displaying the very beauty
Of her delicately adorned skirt.
Gaily she dances around
Dizzily twisting and turning
In the brightness of day shading
She gently tends to my needs.
Personal ballerina takes to toes leaping
Merrily bobbing up and down
As emotional to her performance
Clouds cry a thousand tears for her.
Reaching our destination
Slightly shaken, she leans
Watches me quietly drips
Against the wall.
Reminiscent of the day's fulfillment
We acknowledge one another silently
Restful knowing we shall be
One once more.
Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty
Dusk calls out to the Goddess of the night,
coaxing her over tree tops, she's shining bright.
Within tonight's twilight, her white light is full,
the one evening of each passing month
when she drops the veils of mystery,
exposing her true beauty for all to see.
Luna is my spiritual mistress of the witching hour,
cooling off the tempers of my Sun's burning power.
Enraptured by her teasing splendor,
as she flirts with night creatures.
When she becomes a perfect circle
dancing across the velvet dome of night,
showing off her full, pale, curvaceous might,
these are the very moments
that the primal animal inside,
patiently waits for,
with a building, beastly crescendo.
I watch the Goddess of the night
disrobe amongst the jealous stars,
flaunting her suspenseful bloom,
causing the very darkness to swoon.
Gentle light of the moon
caresses my skin as a lover,
filling up the spider's web above
with a ghostly, incandescent glow,
that hypnotizes me with a glimmering flow
of passionate, gleaming brilliance -
slowing down earthly time
for just a moment's soft brush
of a pulling, tidal communion.
*Inspired by Dr. Ram Mehta's "Luna- The Goddess of the Moon" contest
Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner
What is it to hear a poem?
I struggle to listen when such words cut open
my head and try to make a nest out of my brain.
I DO NOT WISH TO HEAR A POEM!
My body jolts under these straps of limitation,
tightened by my ability to hear.
Why must one be limited to hear a poem?
I cast out stones towards those who care to listen.
Why don’t we be the poem?
Climb inside the mouth of a poem and
understand it’s true voice.
Be the pen kicking fiercely at the paper,
leaving behind marks of genius and creativity.
Rip open the heart of a poem and suck its
Feel a poem.
Be a poem.
Live a poem.
See words rise from the paper,
as they dance between the strings
of your heart.
Grab a hand of the message and twirl
it around your mind and smother its
meaning with praise.
Curl up inside the dot of an ‘i’.
Slide across an ‘l’ and mold it into a ‘t’.
Travel across an empty plain were stubborn
Attack black and white ideas with shades
of blue and green.
Drive a sword through their hearts and leave
them dead to what is known.
Fight a poem.
Hurt a poem.
Heal a poem.
Turn the waste of sound into
vibrant waves of belief and inspiration.
Let yourself be swept away by
imagination and surrealism.
Find your soul inside of a poem and
claim it as your own.
Bring down the fortress of structure and
make its remains into martyrs of lost cause.
Open the doors of a poem and remodel
NO! I do not want to hear a poem!
It sends pain through my soul to see the
voice of a poem silenced by the ignorant
dangers of sound.
Help yourself and plug your ears.
Visualize the words through serene images of
beauty cultured by unmatchable craft.
See a poem.
Grab a poem.
Know a poem.
Be influenced by a poem.
Learn a poem and all of its meanings.
Threaten a poem.
Scare a poem.
Stab a poem.
Teach it how to live amongst a world of vultures,
hungry for mistakes and misinterpretations.
Guide a poem into a building filled
with a million little fingers.
Like a poem.
Be touched by a poem.
Love a poem.
Show the world your insides.
Show them the words to your poem.
Copyright © Nicholas Hazelwood
I am the spirit of satin stardust
and the antiquities of golden memories alive
I call to you from the rising warmth of the sun
and greet you in the misty morning light
I am the steady and rolling drum beat
echoing from the jagged heights above
I am the mysterious curves of the raging waters'
and the freedom birds of love
I rise above the white summer clouds
in lilting songs of grace
and roam with the western tail-winds
to take you home again
I am a Spirit of our gracious Lord God Almighty
of love hope and faith
I have come to tell
Dedicated To P.D.
Copyright © Rick Parise
YOU ARE THE ENEMY OF MY PAIN
SOMEONE WHO IS A TRUE GOD SEND
EVEN THOUGH YOU LIVE SO FAR
YOU HAVE HEALED MY SCARS
A CHILD- LIKE INNOCENSE THAT YOU POSSESS
IS SOMETHING I LOVE AND I MUST CONFESS
THE WORLD HAS YET TO REALISE
SOMETHING THAT I VISUALIZE
FOR THEIR IS A DREAMER WHO CAN HYPNOTISE
THIS SLEEPY WORLD WITH HIS GOLDEN EYES
THE LIGHT IS HIDDEN IN HIS TRUE ART
SUPERSEDING THE OLD AND YOUNG HEARTS !
MY LOVER-ARTIST YOU HAVE CHANGED ME
AND THIS LOVE HAS NOW SET ME FREE
FROM THE SATANIC WORLD OF DARKNESS
NOW I HAVE FOUND SOLACE
IN YOUR POETRY...
I CAN BREATH THE FRESH AIR OF LIBERTY
AND SPEAK MY MIND WITH BREVITY
IN YOUR EYES I FOUND MY INNOCENCE
FOR YOU TAUGHT ME PATIENCE WITH PERSEVERANCE
MY LOVER I WISH TO DRINK YOUR SENSUOUS LIPS
LOVE YOU TILL THE MORNING KISS
I WOULD BECOME THE LINES OF YOUR PALM
HUG YOUR LOVE WITH MY OPEN ARMS....
Copyright 2011 by Smriti Jha
This is for a very very very very special person !
Copyright © Red Fiery
For My Children
I have cried so many tears
I have laughted over the years
I have given you my all
I've watched you stumble and seen you fall
and I try'ed to help you through it all
but now your grown and on your on
I hope you remember what you've learn
and teach your children all about heaven
and how much it takes to be a parent
I'm so proud this is true i want you to know
how much i love you
Copyright © sandra bailey
There is a lady out there.
Who has stolen my heart.
Her poems have such insight.
They fill me with delight
Full of poignant thought.
Deep and true.
They catch my heart.
I am enthralled, by you.
I get a picture of you, every time.
Sitting there, making rhyme
Your every word.
Imprints my soul.
I read you. through and through.
What you write, is what you are.
Your thoughts, like a star,
I read you, like a book.
What you say, how you look.
Between the lines.
All the signs.
Copyright © Norman Purvis
The wax drips slowly down the hardening ripple
Hours pass by as a second, I hear:
fingers tapping against the chair
The shadows have closed into night
My candle has long ago burned to ash
I hear silence on the porch
Your boot scrapes are missing
Signaling the end of my day
No need for roast and carrots cooking
Your boot scrapes won't come home anymore...
Copyright © Doris Culverhouse
I once adorned you with style and grace
My God this truly is an atrocious place
My soul is worn and molded to you
This place is so surreal, yet it is true
Nothing but pain and fear now fills a face
That once polished me with style and grace
I now sit here upon this massive pile
How in the world can that Nazi smile?
As I sit here on this pile lonely and blue
I fear to think what has become of you
As I sit here upon this pile of deceit
I wish I could comfort your feet
Regardless of what these Nazi’s do
I’m so proud to have been your shoe
Copyright © Michael Jordan
My love is like an Owl
Knowledgeable and deep and wise
My love is like the Raven
With magic behind its eyes
My love is like an Eagle
Its lineage crowned most high
My love is like a Lark
So swift and scarce and shy
My love is like the Peregrine
Soaring silent above the hill
My love is like the Dove
Spreading peace and good will
My love is like the Stork
Bringing life so fair and bright
My love is like the Sparrow
It’s intuition for life’s fading light
My love is like the Albatross
Floating high on fair winds
My love is like the Crow
The darkened portent that it sends
My love is like the fabled Tern
Crossing continents the status quo
My love is like the Penguin
With its tuxedo in the snow
My love is like the Mynah
Able to sing any song or say
My love is like the Rooster
Heralding each brand new day
But most of all my love is like the Lovebird
Her loving song oft heard
That perfect pair to my person
And the inspiration for these words
Copyright © James Burns
A puzzle piece you are to me
Like a vine without any leaves.
Your heart is pure your soul is
Gold, the sweetest thing I'll
ever hold! A miracle in my eyes
it seemed, knowing they said
no babies for me! Always a
surprise you seem to be just
like a puzzle piece! At 9 months
you walked but not until 4 did
you first talk! Always a terror
making a beautiful mess always
a surprise that has yet to be
met! The twists and turns I
know we will see will seem
somewhat like a roller coaster
to me! The milestones and
special gifts you bring will make
my life seem Like a dream, my
special boy I have always said
How special I knew not till
Aspergers they said! The
journey will be trying the
journey will seem long! But
with our family together we will
chug along! My special boy I
love you so and cannot wait to
see you mature and grow! Now
we have a goal we have our
dream you see to make you the
perfect fitting puzzle piece!!
Written by: Christina Kirks
McCullouch 04/05/2012 For
Jonathan S McCullouch Jr
Mommy loves you to eternity
and beyond! Forever and
Copyright © Christina McCullouch
For the boy who had gone through his first crush.. wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare
First Crush: Crushed My feelings forever!!
Her epitome of innocence and virtue made me sick.
Friend around me suddenly pricked.
Scene from the titanic in my mind clicked.
I lost somewhere else and she squandered the opportunity.
Crazy girl, You clinged my heart!!
She was suffice so as I.
Looking at her radiant smile, I was blessed.
My feelings blushed on my cheeks.
God had postulated the first law of love.
Was it the infatuation?? Was it the love??
Crazy girl, Your face is glued on my heart!!
Blue whales diving down deep into the sea.
Molluscan shell in her arms, holding the glittering pearl.
Sun and moon playing the game of hide and seek.
God showered the ecstatic divineness.
Love arised from both the ends .
Her expression occupied the quadrangle of my soul.
Crazy girl, Your adorable persona sticked on my mind!!
My friends tagged her as my Queen.
But it was just a mystery.
I waited till last..
But She didn't rebelled the three precious words.
Desperately waited for the moment.
But When i saw her with his boyfriend.
Crazy girl, You killed my heart!!
Just left tears in my eyes.
Each and every memories of mine are fragmentized.
Just left with the ashes of moments that we share together.
Life just can't stop without being you.
But you are the luckiest one to be remembered for life time.
Crazy girl,My crush,You crushed my soul!! with Suyog Pagare
Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare
La Lune, La lune
Upon your hills highest point
We lay, awaiting as you to chase away the sun
Upon your hills all about we are strewn.
Object above so high, scientists swoon
Others call to you
in the form of three
Maiden Mother and Crone
Strong feminine deity
Earth and her beings are bound
to this Goddess so profound
Driving men insane
Casting darkened shadows in your wane
Driving seas and water to purge and flow
Beams like a lover's hand move so slow
Inspiring the brush of the artist
to forge Endymion's Sleep
Whilst others dance nude
Around a fire, offerings of love so deep
Artemis, Shiva, Isis,
Under any name, your followers
Ask for your guidance in crisis
Blamed for ravenous killings by the wolf
Your fullest nights, humans cowered in fear
Yet to others your light brings auspicious cheer
Oh how many tears have been cried under your light?
Oh how many times have your powers brought right?
Oh Luna do you see us in our devotional plight?
Copyright © Amy Green
Contemplate and meditate
That the truth
- Shall -
See the light of reality
With-in the realm of possibility:
Copyright © Gary Fields
I opened my eyes for the first time,
Only to see someone with shining eyes,
I didn't knew then who she was,
Gleaming at my face, she cheerfully smiled.
She carried me in her arms,
So comfortable & so wide,
As i saw many other's too,
Expressing their love alike.
I tried saying something,
Long after i opened my eyes,
All i could say was '' MA'',
And tears crawled from her eyes.
I didn't knew why she was crying,
Did i do something wrong?
I didn't even knew what i said,
That made her cry&smile so long!
She made me sit on her back,
And often take me for a ride,
I used to be thrilled and amazed,
Cackling my way with pride.
Time flew by,she held me right,
Now was the time to walk and stride,
All the way down to her,
I fell stumbled and fell as i went to her,
And then finally i pushed my leg,
A little forward to take a walk,
And once more i did the same,
With happiness she yelled"Yes! You came!"
I did it again but lost myself,
And fell into her arms by then,
She hugged me and kissed my cheek,
With happiness and love,i felt so sweet!
And now when i look at my child,
I know everything what she feels alright,
That who m i and why at her i smile,
And cheer with joy as she walked a mile,
With time she will realize my worth,
That i am the one who gave her birth,
And will always love her till my last breath, Like my MOM
till the death bed,
And even after if i die,
I ll be her angel around and fly,
And all my happiness lies within her,
Forever and ever as I AM YOUR MOTHER!
Copyright © Suraj Grover
By John Weaver & Dedicated to Liz
Who cares for the carer? is the question that I ask.
Who is helping them help another with their overwhelming task
Who is trying to ensure they remain healthy, fit and strong
As they nurse and feed the one in need all day and all night long?
Who thinks about the carer? is the thought that comes to me
When all thought is for the needy and that’s the way it ought to be
But just a little bit of thoughtfulness would not go astray
For the one who works and struggles without a thought for pay.
Who worries about the carer? is my other great concern
If they should fall to sickness where would the needy turn?
The one they love is the one they want and on whom they depend
To wash and feed and dress them and to be with them to the end
Who would care for the needy? is the fact we have to face
If something happened to the carer then who would replace
That committed and devoted, caring loving soul
Who gave their all without complaint in a hard and stressful role.
But we know who will care for the carer
When their mortal coil is through
When all their earthly labours get the recognition that is due
When at last they can rest eternal with no further demands
In peace and joy and secure in the Greatest Carer’s hands.
Copyright © John Weaver
The sky is blue with music beats
The stars are smiling in the east
The moon is tangoing with me
And the trees are waving their leaves
The lilies are swaying in the wind
The birds are flapping their wings
The sun is standing still
For the birth of a unique Prince
The duck is cooing a coo
The drum is booming with boom
The bell is jingling melody tunes
For the dancing shoe in jolly mood
Every teeth is stable, dappled with babble
To dandle and staple the victuals rounding the table
No squabbles to dabble or dangle
This fable is not a parable to scrabble
The world is now at ease
In my mother’s little arm with peace,
That is crooning a lullaby
For her newborn baby
Now that a diamond is in the sky
My mother is no longer shy
She could join the laughter of the night
For the birth of a new life
I’m a newborn baby today
Starting life afresh, again
The smiles on a baby’s face anyway
Is an anthem, enough for a happy birthday.
Copyright © Prince Agba
Whoe, beyond the great blue sky, lies a distance galaxy that grotesquely form the
canvas of a Omnipotent mind.
"Am I, my brother's Keeper, one has asked? must I deal with hatred as my task?'
Racism's - there, don't dare be dismayed. One should have compassion on this
live-lone-day. Beneath the skin we're all the same. For blood is red, yes that much
I knew. I know that my brother is red, black, and white. What I do-not-know is which
one is you;
For black on black crime and white on white time, "all brings about hatred, dying for a
dime". More bombs are built, and so are more jail's, more wars are fought, the pain is
getting deeper. Soon there be noone to be "My Brother's Keeper".
Copyright © John Streeter
Wonder for a Generation
A Generation exposed
All kindred and tongue
Celebrating under One Lord
- And -
Serving One Jesus'
To the long suffering
One all Mighty God
Since the beginning
Copyright © Gary Fields
What Makes A Man
Is it his virtures of lifes love,
Or his moralistic meaning thereof.
For each action of modesty,
Love should be a feeling of honesty.
Yet still he toils in life like a fool,
Using his body as an evil tool.
He motiveates centers around lust,
Using kindness he turns love to dust.
Is a relationship his compassions turn,
Towards the habits he's learned.
His love towards she,
Never turns in a directionb of reality.
But yes he claims to be a man,
Then when love comes he refuses to stand.
Still even though his physique portrays,
Mnaly parts his behavioral love say's...
Copyright © Michael S. Johnson
Do you find your-self
With-out a ladder and
Just don't know
What to do?
Try the "Law Of Reciprocity"
Fore only good thing's
Come back to you!
Be Prudent in all matter's
- And -
Always' do your part
And always' be care-full
In matters' of the Heart
Copyright © Gary Fields
A new beginning
Doth' adorn your feet
In the life
The Heavens' shall
And sprout forth
The seed's of your
Copyright © Gary Fields
The Spiritual wings'
Of Eternity there-by
Expands' with me and you
We sing the praises'
And totally abhor
His Holy sacrifice
We seek His wisdom
We seek it in His Name
Should we have did
What He had did
On the CROSS
The one in the same
Should it have ended that way
Could we have just stayed
The Man of the Cloth.....
Under different circumstances'
We all could have been lost
Fore The Lord is Thy Shepard
Could we have followed
In the name of the Lord
Give due praises'
And just let us pray!
We shall become Resurrect
Come Judgement day'
Copyright © Gary Fields
Was it enough or was it too much?
Sometimes too fast but always too slow!
God knows that I come with these seeds that grow.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch,
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one that knows?
Stepping through time and sliding back so smooth so I go!
I say I can qualify!
Where was I and why was I there?
Sometimes too obvious but always with doubt!
God knows that I come riding in on a prayer.
I absorb every single touch inside and out,
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one that cares?
Climbing the highest mountains and sliding down so steep but on a dare!
I say I can magnify!
What did I say and what did I do?
Sometimes too quite but always too loud!
God knows that I come with a gleam that shines so proud.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch by you.
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one in the crowd?
Walking on water and walking backwards but at least I know how.
I say I can intensify!
Do I want to or do you need me to?
Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I simply don’t care.
God knows that I come standing on a higher sky of blue.
I absorb every single touch by you inside and out with this glare.
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one with this view?
Up in the clouds and aimless but always led by you!
I say, “I SANCTIFY”!
®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich
Copyright © Ann Rich
Once within these very walls farmers woke at dawn.
The field was full of vegetable, the cows were in the barn.
Life was full of chicken clucks, and Mother's who could darn,
bales of hay stacked within but, all of that's withdrawn.
Within my walls, my embrace, I hold one matron chaste
a Smokey cat, and bric-a-brac, she's a lonely one.
Surrounded left, surrounded right, all her chores are done,
I can but hold, I can not mold, the ones that I embrace.
Four walls within, four walls without, a box of reverie
meant to hold the dreams of tykes, of pets and chick-a-dees.
Head held high, I seal the deal by denizens decree
and in the night, the shadows talk to comfort such as she.
A house, a home, a room, a box what stories people tell
but walls will not for you see, these walls are ancestral.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi
First seek the Kingdom
The Kingdom of God
- And -
Understand the meaning....
The meaning of the
In the eyes' of God...
Understanding what it mean's
To One's self
And just what it means'
Fore the word of the Lord
Has been be-set
Copyright © Gary Fields
A pen rests unreservedly in my lips
Another embraced behind my ear
A ream of paper at peace on my lap
And ink smudges consume my fingers
My perception beyond physicality
Mystical enchanters in chorus
Momentaneous fantasies in flesh
And the artistry streams
In a foxtrot my pen whirls
Across the ballroom of parchment
Virginal ink smears
And the gala commences
Unbeknownst of my environs
Enveloped passionately within my illusions
Adventures given essence
And pressed into a colloquy
Not infamous is my name
Nor are my narrations published
But a dream I live for
And a tale to be told
Copyright © Jillian Veitenheimer
I extol your virtues.
I lean back,exulting at
your innovation and
A dream come true-I
I salute your inventive
Paragon of excellence.
An out-let for display of
emotions and feelings in
housing the enlightened
Your ship of knowledge
ferry talents from
obscurity to lime-light.
Giving preference to no
race or gender.
I salute you sunlight of
A safe haven for
bringing imaginations to
Kudos! I pray:
The spread of night
shall not over-shadow.
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu
The tides roll in; I do not see them,
As the fog breathes in, obscuring the sun,
Just a moment ago, you were here beside me,
But the fog stole in, and now you’re gone.
In the daylight, we were so very bright,
As diamonds sparkling in the sands of time,
Two pearls together in a single shell,
We left to see what lay beyond.
And somewhere upon our newfound shores,
We let our eyes wonder for a moment's glimpse,
To see if what we shared was true,
And ignored that fog growing ever dense.
Yet sometimes the fog is what we need,
To teach us how to walk alone,
So when our daylight comes breaking through,
It's not the WHERE, for which we care...
But for the WHO is our true home.
So meet me down on the shores of time,
My darling, when the daybreak springs,
Lay your soft head on my wearied chest...
Let the tides roll in and do the rest...
They’ll sweep us back into forever,
That together, forever we shall never loose,
Except again, when a fog rolls in...
And the home we are, is the one we choose.
Facebook: gopoem.com or www.gopoem.com - What We Read, Is Where We Go...
Copyright © Kenneth Kirkpatrick
Doe's things' seem strange
Not what they used to be
This is for the first time
The first time in History
Doe's things' seem slow
While a bestselling economy
Just doe's not grow'
Everything is a shroud
And everyone must know...
It is time
It is time one may say
For a One World Government
To save the day'
But, their is one thing
That I would like to say
And that is that
By the Blood of Jesus
Things' wouldn't be this way
What We really don't need
Is a new government
What we do need
Is a New Covenant'
With ' GOD '
Did anyone think
Of the way
That it should be
To dwell in the House of the Lord
For all Eternity...
To be with the Prince of King'
To be with the Almighty
With-in the Kingdom of ' GOD '
Where He has already prepared
A place for you and me...
Copyright © Gary Fields