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How to give birth

Her pregnant brain shattered on concrete styles
I taught her how to give birth

For decades her brain had no experience
She spoke in giggles 
Baby thoughts crawling away from her sheltered smiles

Voices speaking entrances and exits

Her tears were diluted with words
Coloured to give light to unborn emotions
She was too young to mother her intelligence

With stitches around the scent of her dreams 
She had no clue how to give birth 

Eyes were safeguarded in gloves for any greasy guidance
Sharp blades were spared for surgical opinions

She jumped into conclusions 
Everyone saw what’s between her pen and paper

Her abdomen grew thorns
She lost all her baby poems for she birth only homemade babies
Her pregnancy was a secret

Now she mothers the nation 
I taught her how to give birth
She speaks to them in rapid poems
She mothers the nation in pages

(c) Ray


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Up Up And Away We Go

                                                Clouds endlessly float
                                                beyond broad  horizon


                                           
                                         
                                                Clusters of soft cotton
                                                Light and Oh so fluffy
                                                Only to be held so high
                                                Up up and away we go
                                                Drifting through the air
                                                Slowly releasing wetness










Tribute To The Blind



Also this is my entry for
Elaine George's 
Personification Contest











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Chicken Slam

They want my thighs/ 
So smooth and innocent feathers flying across broken brunches of skeletons/ 
They want my rhymes/ 
This is no poultry for poetry/ 
My poetry is no coward type chicken/
My words are salty/  

I’m a bird i fly on top of state’s real brains/ 
Consuming meat and eggs of past fellow cowards/  
Omnivores lines/ 
These earth i scratch with my mouth/ 
Is a prostitute/
Tougher than concrete lines/
These earth i scratch with my mouth/ 
Is everyone's Present Day Hell 
Serving tissues/
My thoughts are concrete tears like rebels/

Poets
scratch and sing mirrored messages in flocks/ 
This pictures are born from chests incubated second hand writings/  

Smell my symptoms/
Stainless inks/ 
Blinking one eye ink/ 
Eyes wide open never see compost in words/
Aimed at fertilizing unattractively skinnny promises/

O gosh Chickens/

Shoes of chicken view touch souls with my hand clues/
Cowards spray away chicken slams/

They want my thighs/
In holidays they slaughter families born in days of slavery/
They want my rhymes/ 
They want my thighs/
(c) Ray


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Prayer for 3 Theological and 4 Cardinal Virtues of the Holy Spirit Prayer

Lord God, send us Your Divine and Moral Virtues to assist people

Faith, to deeply understand and produce evidence to the unseen

Impart Hope to be determined and persevere successfully

For persons to consider a little generosity to Charity

To present Prudence by being careful

For untruthfulness to bring into Justice

Give fortitude for lawmakers and government officials to be strong

Bring in Temperance to exercise Patience and Tolerance

We ask these in the name of Father Christ Jesus to send out the Virtues of the Holy Spirit

Amen.
09132012


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Conium


With airy moves the thinker tried to gulp
one more full glass of the potent liquor,
'das zould bee iit', he said, in English calque,
'afta zis bottle I'll be a quitter'.

His mind analyzed why Socrates drunk,
instead of this pure nectar, conium,
He started writing knowing he would flunk,
and his pen's gems would be zirconium.

He drunk and gargled the eighty proof gold,
in his blurred vision Philipp Lenard laughed,
and Karl Max Plank's postulate did unfold
quantized integration calculus' craft.

He wondered if the philosopher's norm
that electromagnetic energy,
could solely emit in quantized form,
was the discovery of last century.

(You know in zis vorld ze gut schnapps is rare,
like slivovitz und aquavit und kirsch),
he read somewhere from drinks to be aware,
- 'Chain nuclear reactions' book of Frisch,

Outraged he saw the drink's surface descend,
with airy moves he called the liquor store,
Maxwell's equations started to blend,
through electrodynamics slept with snore.

© 02-09-2013, G. V., All Rights Reserved
(rhyme)
(a poem against excessive alcohol consumption)

Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Contest: Personifying Science
Placement: 3rd


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In The Name Of Jesus





      ******

The Spiritual wings'
Of Eternity there-by
Expands' with me and you
We sing the praises'
           Of Christ....
And totally abhor
His Holy sacrifice
      ------
We seek His wisdom
We seek it in His Name
             But,
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
             With Jesus'
The Man of the Cloth.....
Under different circumstances'
We all could have been lost
      ------
Fore The Lord is Thy Shepard 
Could we have followed
      That day'....
In the name of the Lord
Give due praises'         
      ------
And just let us pray!
We shall become Resurrect
      Come Judgement day'


                Poet Author
                Gary Fields

copyright Apr2012
poetrysoup.com


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My Gold Dream

Journalism!
My gold dream,
So out competing it's.
Sighted by a crowd.
Embraced by few.
Outrank on screen it's.
I love journalism!

Journalism!
Adventurous it's.
Sounds of rockets in netherworld,
Not about to transfix a journalist,
But only sought-after,
I love journalism!

Journalism!
It's a dream in me,
A dream of gold and my cheese!
I want to fit in the press shoes,
Now I got to write, report and broadcast.
Journalism don't gravity me!

All Rights Reserved

© T.m.T scripts 


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My Dreams






      ******

 All of My Dreams'
Should not be beset
       Upon Me....
           But,
All of the inclinations'
         Of GOD
   And what is to be....


               GF


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Politic Stranger






       *******

    I cling to Thee
With all of My beliefs'
          - And -
   Surrender all of My
          Doubts' of Severity
Fore You are the Mighty
      Of the Most High
             ------
      Much more Noble
           Than I,
          ------
Your Moral Indignation
Is non consequential to My
     Outer most discretion'

                Poet Author
                Gary Fields


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Who am i, i am a monster

pestilence restlessness sedatives
represent my main directives
presentment made me infected
selective systematic collective
medative hesitation effects my relevance
like hell needs a prince
never accept limits
convince me long since
i should repent
i never new what i was trying to attempt
i believed it was from hell i was sent
because once you get under my skin
you'll never tempt me again
Friendly enemy or foe
i don't not care at all no
Then into the monster i transform im a fellin 
my exoskeleton is made from titanium dripped gelatin
Perfectly flexible cybernetic veins here my bellowing
im set to kill automatic tongue im never mellowing
i spit sparatic people lavish my tongue lashing hello n
goodbye nice to see you have a good time kill a fellow n
realize im a villain include chronic in my song im telling
you dog like wrestling im raw but bloody like saw your welting
from my manic pelting i keep it strapped above my belt im melting

My personification became like a puppeteer
i dangle on the strings of my sanity
and dance in the pale moon lite 
its in my nature to believe i am something i am not
a look in the mirror is a trip into a place that has never
been seen before in the depths of my consciousness


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In The Faith






      ------

Proclivity takes'
    Time to 
Catch up!
    ------

    And yes',
      ------
Have faith in the
        Lord...
When the Time come's
When thing's get rough
      And He will..
    Deliver you up...
      ------
Fore in His House
Their is His Mansions' 
With plenty room for
Expansion.....
      -----
And with the new coming
Of each and new Soul
Their is a shift in the very Soul's
For every-one knows' 
The song of restoration...
Fore Revalations' is only
A hand shake away....
      ------
And it is to He that we must pray....

                      GF


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Seers

He who would forever
See and doe's not nothing
       Reluctantly is
A filament for all evil
             - And -
A conduit threw thy Soul
   Where is as he who
Deal's in inequity merely
     Corrupts' thy Spirit
          By and whole
And singes' the conscious
        Brow......

                 GF


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The Disconnect






***********What is a disconnect?********



         - When -
 We spend....
More Money defending
              Our people,
Than We do feeding
      Them, then....
      ------
Your chances' for success
There-by.....and by
Are very Slim.....
      ------
That is the disconnect
What do you expect!
            

            GF


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Heroes Are Not Forgotten

Many there be have turn their backs to thee/

No sense of remorse,
No notion of integrity or respect/
You stand so proud with your head in the air/
Waving your hands like you just don't care ?

But none the worse for wear,

Heroes Are Not Forgotten !
Those men and women who have waved the banner high !
With every bit of stregnth that have fought with no remorse,
We often get tongue tied within ourselves/

In the great melted pot we call The United States of America,
It was for freedom that our ancestor's fought to so desperatley uphold/
Far too many of us take it for granted !
They have eyes but tend to look the other way/

Paying litle to no homage to buw their heads to pray ?
One day every knee will bow and tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord !
There will be no mistake about it !
Those that pierced his side and pulled his beard/
 
Many say that us Christians are wierd/
You will know on that very day that he's not someone that you could play !
Heroes Are Not Fogotten !
Just look what that ass did Ben Laden !

We need to speak up now or forever hold your peace/
This world for some is a will for power,
Perhaps your all in need for a long cold shower/
Stay up late to listen to the radio The Hour Of Power !

No, Heroes Are Not Forgotten in this land of cotton !
We will lift up our head high to look toward the sky/
As a beacon of hope to a hurting worls in need/
Where as other's are just dying to see you bleed,

We will remember John Wayne in this old house of pain/
Bob Marley and The Wailer's,
Ronald Reagan and his awesome plans !
Last but the best Jesus is my man !


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love.

Why does love exist.
why does it hurt?
why does it die?
everyday i ask myself if love is worth it.
& in some sick way it is.
Love is painful, hurtful,even scary at times.
& yet when your in love you think your unstoppable.
i don't understand it.
iv only seen true love once.
it was magical undescribable.

i read about love in fairytales.
but not once have i felt it have i witnessed its hurting pain.
eversince i was a girl.
love has scared me.
a broken heart could be deadly.
a breakup could be critical.
& yet people risk everything for love.


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My Silent Solitude

On the inside and looking out, I sit below.
Maybe I am here to wait?
Deep within the depths of me I must go.
My world is all mine being one that only I know.
So many things in here that I can debate!
I see a world of madness so I steadily take it all in.
New things come to me, time and time again.
My silent solitude renews what time creates.
On the outside, I can look deep within.
Maybe I am here to know?
Deep within the depths of me is where it begins.
My world is all mine being one that only I must transcend.
So many things in here that I can show!
I see a world of confusion, but I can always navigate.
New things come to me, the more and more to vindicate.
My silent solitude always tells me so.
Deep within I can come and go.
Maybe I am here to show?
My world is all mine being the one that only I accumulate. 
So many things in here that I can comprehend!
I can see the beginning and I can see the end.
New things come to me, one by one to appreciate.
My silent solitude is the womb in which I alone can grow.



© Copyright: 1997 Ann Rich


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CLASSIFICATION

NOW LET ME CLASSIFIED THE PROM OF 2009 IT CALL ADAM THE REAL CLASSIFICATION. ADAM IS CLASSIFED AS A WHITE MAN. NOT BLACK MAN SEE ADAM WAS SEND DOWN HERE TO TAKE CARE OF THE LAND. NOT A BLACK MAN HE WOULD DESTROY THE WORLD. CLASSIFIED THE REAL LIFE OF EDUCATION OF THIS WORLD, ADAM IS WHAT THIS WORLD NEED SOME ONE TO TAKE CARE OF THIS WORLD BUT THE BLACK MAN HAVE DESTROY.THE WORLD.  ADAM   MADE THE WORLD HISTORY AND NOT IN A SCHOOL BOOK BUT IN THE LAMB OF LIFE BOOK. ADAM IS THE PROVIDE, AND THE PASS GRAND FATHER OF THE WORLD. SO NOW IF YOU SEEN THIS BOOK CALL THE BIBLE YOU SEE THAT GOD DIDN’T SEND A BLACK MAN TO TAKE CARE OF  THE WORLD AND GOD KNOWS WHAT IS GOOD AND THAT IS LIGHT NOT DRAK. SO LET ME CLASSIFIED THE EDUCATION FOR YOU AND I SEND YOU TO RIGHT TO THE BIBLE.


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The Trainer

The Trainer is skilled and knowledge is way too real.
Precision is marked and the course plainly lain out.
The trainer is everything and has no room for doubt.
Our lessons are here in which we share what we feel.
We’re certified by gold appeal to His right thumb seal.

Our perfection with His direction is a challenge we must all meet.
Teaching or lectures the trainer’s word sits upon a cozy high seat.
The Trainer is the one, teaching us why we have all come to care.

Articulate in balancing those massive scales, 
He is making us ready for His truth or dare.
Slowly but surely He removes all of our veils.

Testing and provoking the thoughts that we all must greatly compare,
The Trainer is detained and responsible to the reality we all shall bare.
So listen here and listen there, eventually fame is no more good or fun.
The Trainer teaches us that it is our principles to be all by being one.

The Trainer is well thought out even if the job comes undone.
The Trainer is my heir I bare for global defeat fair and square!


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What!!!!

Who are we to say that “when a tree falls in the forest some day does it make a 
sound especially if no one is around?”

Only one thing is for certain that is to be as long as no one got hurt, or it did not 
cause damage to any property “who cares”

These things and sayings are what it is to be, and only the lessons learned are 
what they are to me

And for One final not any tree that falls in a forest with no one around makes one 
simple sound “ THUD “ You learnt that one from me 

LDN


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Her

She is the one , 
I want to live with forever,
and be with all the time.
With no one to be around.
But ourselves for the eternity.