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Details | Ballad | |

Signing Off

--Goodbye--To my Addiction-

The time has come to part,
I will leave many with broken hearts
If one day you call on me,
I'm sad to say I will hold my tongue missing each one relentlessly 
I'm not doing this for me; I am doing this for you
I could stay here and win, and not give in 
But, this soup bowl comes with demons and nasty shadows
Demons and nasty shadows, taking and crashing my light
Demons I had to fight off the entire time I was here
Shadows hating the way I welcomed every poet with a happy cheer
Demons and shadows whom drown in their selfish everyday pity.

For those smiling on my departure, 
I want you to have this wonderful gift 
So please copy paste this moment from the bottom of my heart
**I hope this gift brings you laughter, knowing 
I've been sad, these past few days, drying up my final soup tears**

I will miss this part of what makes me ME -my love and lust for poetry.
I agree with many I should never surrender to the envy of demonic dust
Giving up the passion that completed a part of my soul for years
But, the reality of life, is the life's I give and given when I make love happen
In my heart I know it's time to give myself back to reality
SO AT THE END I WIN, I'm the one who ends up with an everlasting smile
I'll finally be free from this place, where most treated me unfair & unkind
Free, from the negativity of the few who hide behind a dishonest disguise?

Wait until you notice your soup bowl's going stale
You will miss me, and I will miss you
But, my enemy will miss me even more
Reminiscing the times we spent hogging up 70% of blogs,
Arguing and fighting over not agreeing with many thoughts.
But, it was never the differences of opinions, it was more like---
Let's slay the Destroyer, a name like that should never be on top
So please know I am sad, and this is not the way I want to go
I'm not leaving you because I want to 
I'm leaving you because, the rumors are 
"The soup is better without the sweetness of the poet destroyer."
The only big thing about me -was my heart not my ego 
I never claimed to be the best; 
You're the one who claimed I am good enough
You took me in and returned my love
In ways others could and would not accept.
And for you my loving poet friends, and fans
I will walk away with my dignity/integrity; 
I can CARELESS IF I PLACE OR DON'T PLACE IN YOUR CONTEST
I guess I'm finally growing up 
In becoming the bigger/better poet.

Signing Off ---Love 
The Poet Destroyer


Details | Narrative | |

New Road

In a new road,
Rain will fall,
Wind may blow,
Swifting our woe.

The road forever on and on,
Many paths to choose,
Many paths to take,
Home behind,
World ahead...

Through the shadows,
Through the night,
Clouds going by,
There we will lie,
Very deep,
Seeing shivered land,
Seeing the dead seas...

Through the edge,
Miles to go,
Singing by,
Darkness rising,
Vanishing light,
Hollow flourishing,
Going by,
World ahead,
Home behind...

Rain may fall,
Through the nightfall,
Through the twilight,
Through the dusk,
Through the dawn,
Beyond mountains,
Beyond stones,
Standing strong,
Wandering lost,
World ahead,
Home behing,
Paths on and on,
'Till the road comes along...


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

My Window

In the middle of my plain white wall
There is a plain white window
And next to my plain white window
Is where I sit in a plain white dress
On a plain white chair
And every morning the sun rises
And every evening the sun sets
I see them all from my window
They are very pretty
With many colors
And then one day
A man stops by my window
He calls to me as I sit
In my plain white dress
On my plain white chair
He calls to me to tell me of the world
That I may come and join him
But I have seen the troubles of the world
All beyond my window
And I say to him I'd rather stay
And sit here by my window
Where troubles cannot reach me
He smiles a sweet sad smile as he walks away
Though the next day he is back again
And he talks to me of grass
Of green lush grass that is soft enough to walk on barefoot
I tell him of the glass that is hidden among the blades
He just smiles a sweet sad smile as he walks away
And back again he comes
To tell me of the ocean and sandy beaches
With white sand so pure you can lay naked upon it
I shake my head and tell of the pirates
That come to kidnap young and pretty girls
He smiles his sweet sad smile as he walks away
The next day he walks softly to my window
And he tells me of a garden untouched by men
Where flowers are the size of children
And blooms reach to the heavens
He tells me of the grass that hides no glass
Of a sky that is of the brightest blue
And a stream that is so pure you can
Be unwary of drinking from it
He talks of fish and birds of indescribable beauty
All this he tells me is mine
I must only leave my window and I may see it
I shake my head sadly as I tell him
I am afraid the world holds too much danger
For even if there were such a place
What misfortunes may befall me
On my way to this so called garden
He smiles a very sad smile and as he walks away
He says that paradise belongs to those who
Take risks and battle hardships to reach it
These are the words I remember as I watch the sun set
And the next day when he comes
To my plain white window
He will see me missing in my plain white dress
On an empty plain white chair
For I have gone to walk on glass and battle pirates
On my way to paradises garden


Details | Epic | |

The Fallen Prince

I saw a fair young maiden, abandoned in her bed,
Tearful for the one she loved ,the one she chose to wed.

Who in a weakened moment tread, out to the mountain ledge,
Enticed by the knight in black, who brought him to the edge.

Come fly with me, the black knight said, " to a land of pure euphoria,
And let me show you wondrous things, that I can lay before you.

No more pain and no more strife, just endless days and endless nights
of wine and song and dance.

Come my prince ,come  fly with me ,why not take a chance,
Forget your wife, come live your life ,it's time for new romance.

A tiny pill, is all it takes, a sniff of fine white powder,
Will keep you high, so you can fly up to the magic tower".

So ,the prince he ate the tiny pills and sniffed the fine white powder,
And soon he was addicted, to the magic of their powers.

Away he flew ,up to the moon, beyond the Milky Way,
Where stars came out and winked at him and beckoned him to play.

Everyday he ate the pills and sniffed the fine white powder,
But everyday...he needed more as they slowly lost their power,

And now he couldn't fly as high and that was terrible thing,
for there were more a more feathers missing from his wings.

Then one day ,while he flying, reaching for his dreams,
He felt the power leaving him ,and he began to scream.

Down and down and down he fell, crashing to the ground;;
Lost dreams and broken promises, lying all around.

And like a wounded bird with broken wings, that cease to flutter,
The truth rained down upon his head ,as he floundered in the gutter

Oh what a crazy fool he'd been, blinded by the knight,
Could he ever win her back ,and make the wrongs all right?

He cried and cried, into the night, regrets were his companions,
Until he heard the sound of hooves ,rumbling through the canyon.

Through tear-filled eyes, he saw a herd, of royal beauty stallions,
And perched upon ,their royal backs ,were knights in white so gallant.

Carefully ,they scooped him up ,and carried him away,
Into the East ,they rode from hell, for three long nights and days.

When long at last, with horses spent ,they reached their destination,
They placed him in the hands of God ,for this was His creation.

Great warmth began to fill his heart ,and light shone from his eyes,
He felt the gentle hand of God, and he began to cry.

Such happiness. he had never known. it lifted him so high,
He spread his wings, up to the sky ,and he began to fly.

Up to the sky, on mended wings, with angels all around him,
He heard the voice of God ring out, and totally surround him.

"I've done my part ,my fallen prince ,but the rest is up to you,
Fly straight and true, and don't look back ,no matter what you do.

Lead not thee to temptation son .for if you do, you'll die,
Fly straight and true, my fallen prince, or forever, cease to fly".

Will the prince ,journey home again ,to his fair and lovely maiden
Or, will temptation ,lead him back, to the evil Black Knight Satan?


Details | Free verse | |

The Day That Died Forever

When I am Colder,Older and then alone...
I will collect the sky on my own...
When the art has faded and the days then fade-
when everyone has gone away...

I may finally see what never was saw
.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhh............... the quiet sky

The unlit room which bares my end...shows the flashes of my pains my joys and sins.
This life has been a strange one since the curtains were drawn
These paper and plastic figures have clouded the dawn

I was once younger,foolish,and obsessed with truth
Now I am bitter,sour,dour faced with my heart under shoe

The children were all searching or lost in a crowd
All weeds in a garden...growing vile and foul

Though beauty was sold it never came true
Obsessions and vanity have traveled safe through

Materials and poison and everything lost
have been burned in the fires or lost in the frost

I stand face to mirror tearing my being apart
Winding thoughts of love,pain,god,and art

As the sun sets and the darkness grows
I too shall follow this pattern in tow

Death has a friendly hand and a pretty face
She has given me comfort as I leave this place

The wars have occurred,humanity's lost
Souls have been burnt in the fire or lost in the frost

Day was Life,Night is Death

And the latter has given counsel on my final steps


Details | Rhyme | |

Sea Songs

His heart is with the winds
that set his spirit free,
enduring breeze that sets the sails
and guides him out to sea.

Sea rover fair with eyes as blue
as ocean’s deepest depth,
he hails the morning mist
and keenly sets about his quest.

The sea songs call his name again,
and he cannot resist
the feel of sea spray on his face
gentle as a fair maiden’s kiss.

For wanderlust has this young lad,
no port to claim his own,
he stands upon a galleon’s bow
forever meant to roam.

Oh noble buccaneer,
with a poet’s heart to feed,
he leaves behind fair lassie
with eyes of Erin green.

For pieces of eight
and gold doubloons to spare,
he sails into the early fog,
hungry for adventure is our gallant corsair.

So she waits upon the rocks
of far and distant shore,
with faithful heart and purity
sure he’ll sail to her once more.

She keeps a lantern in the window,
it’s flame burning bright,
a lighthouse in the darkness
to guide him on foggy night.

He fancies himself a pirate
sailing under blackened flag,
the skull and cross bones waves above,
a sailor’s nightmare, a soiled rag.

But our mariner sails the briny deep
with dreams of tales to forever pass,
and perhaps a shiny nugget
to bring home to his fair lass.

But oh, the days are salty
with ne’er a puff of breeze to slake
the raging thirst befallen those
with sweet water naught to take.

In the ensuing days ~

the crew went mad,
the captain slain,
and the scuppers ran with blood.
Our handsome sea farer lay face down
in the awful flood.

The boat rocked listless in gentle swells,
the sails lay flat against the main.
The bounteous treasure long forgotten,
glittering heap of ill gotten gains.

As weeks and months and years passed by,
and winters turned to springs,
our once fair lassie, wiser now,
no longer dreams such things

as bonnie lads that set sail home
and take a faithful wife,
as he learned there’s naught to gain
from such a roguish way of life.

Her pretty face is creased now,
lined from worry and age,
her shiny locks tinted
with silver and gray,

She walks along the shoreline
on a bright summer’s day,
shiny rocks and seashells
she gathers from the bay.

The pretty tinkling of glass
on the rocks draws her near
as a bottle lies bobbing
in the shallows so clear.

The cork it is swollen
and waterlogged there,
but what lies inside
she can hardly bear.

A ruby as red as the blood of life,
and a note that simply read . . .

“Lassie, may I take you for my wife.”


Details | Narrative | |

Beyond the sign

Hello friend, Do you see that man on the corner by the street?
He is holding the cardboard saying "homeless and I need to eat." 
If you're not too busy, come with me on a journey back to 1969.
It will help you to look past his appearence and beyond his homemade sign.

This is the 1960's, where they thrived on the American Dream.
The women were real ladies, or at least in public thats what it seems.
Today is High School graduation, So much happiness is in the air,
But, These young men have recieved papers, and Uncle Sam expects them there.

Do you recognize the bone structure of this boy standing on our right?
He is the one from the future corner, he was Valedictorian tonight.
So well dressed, and raised up right, his sweetheart by his side.
He has no reason to be fearful of the draft, he is filled with American Pride.

Fast foward, Just a few weeks, to him and his young new wife,
Kissing so passionately, pressing pause on their future, and their life.
He is dropped down in the jungle, amist the sounds of live fire.
He sees injured men being lifted out, as the SGT's on the wire.

Just a young boy of 19, he is scared beyond his witts,
Yet, he completes every mission he is given, he never quits.
He holds the hands of friends, who was cut down in their prime.
Yes, this is the same man, the one you wouldn't give a dime.

He arrives back home, in the year of 1972.
His tour earned him a purple heart, he took bullets for you.
once at home, he is expecting affection from his lover,
but, he has been gone for so long she already found another.

So at 21 years old, this veteran is now a man,
He drinks his memories away, everynight if he can.
He gave an eye, and two of the best friends he has ever known.
He never was told "thank you", and he has nothing to call his own.

If you pay close attention to the newspapers of '72
you will see in the protest, they blamed the drafted soilders too.
so here is this man, young, and broken, yet, still not ashamed.
He proudly answered the call, when the draft listed his name.

Only a fellow Veteran, could even try to understand,
That there are no surviving Vets, a part of them died in Vietnam.
When they returned they expected welcome parties and smiles.
Instead they were placed in a new war, but, it was their uniform on trial.

If you still feel the same as you did before our walk.
Go on about your day, forget about our talk.
But, if you have decided, you can look beyond his sign.
Maybe understand his pain, and give our hero a dime.


Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

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

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

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

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


Details | Verse | |

Secretly Obsessed

Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....






Details | Rhyme | |

Plockton - Wester Ross

The greatest holiday gift I ever received  
Goes back so many, many years
Before my life became turmoiled
And before my tears for fears

I was a child like many out there
Torn, strewn and split of kin
Mother and father in differences
Confused at seven, wearing their same skin

For I was one of the lucky ones
To a Highland Estate I would go
It's on the west coast of Scotland
Where my holidays desired me so

Secretly I internally smiled
For a whisper of where I was heading
To live with a movie star hero
No longer my life was in dreading

We were picked up by a man so fine
His manners were an absolute joy
Regimental he was in his approach
To me, just a seven year old boy

We travelled through the village of Plockton
Crystal clear waters edged to it's shore
I knew from this very moment
Being here ebbed previous family sores

On entering his house I was in awe
Movie pictures came to my view
They were images of James Bond
At seven I was totally through

A voice called to me
Hey James! sit down and I'll tell you me
Still in circles in walking awe
This is what he told thee

My name is Patrick Dalzel Job
In the Second World War I served
But this recognition I bestow
Humbles me to it's deserve

This honour that's been given
Was blessed by a colleague in war
What desired Ian Fleming to be so striven
Possibly, what we were fighting for

We served on the same destroyer
Fighting to make the future free
His tribute, in his novels I became
James Bond, it's incredibly me





Not many seven year olds have stayed with James Bond.
This seven year old Scot's boy has, maybe I learnt?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Dalzel-Job


Details | Lyric | |

Human Being

I walk a mile to see the self in me that I believe to be, 
I knew the road I choose to lay my head to sleep is called my home,
times in need I could barely see that in myself I will set free, 
the act that held me down, something about me I could not see,
I lived a life when I decide that day I said that I don't care, 
so young, so bright, I dim my light, traumatized for me to share,
love me please regardless of what you heard and what you have seen, 
friends say that I'm only human, yes you're right, a human but who am I being?
My life will move in the direction I choose, 
this I know I have always been taught
that I choose to be a winner or lose, 
its entirely up to me its all in my thoughts.

Ken Fepulea'i


Details | Rhyme | |

Rehab

So much I wanted to say. So much I wanted to shout.
It was like being trapped behind bars without a way
to get out.
My mind going wild with all these questions of why.
The only way to escape was to fall asleep or to cry.
What did I do so bad that made me have to pay?
My friends, my dreams, and my life was swepped away.
I know I can do it! I try and I try.
Nothing seems to get better. I sometimes wish
I would Die.
Starved for attention. I wanna talk to the world.
I just miss being loved. Miss the warmth of a girl.
Snickers and stairs is what my life has become.
I'm treated like I'm a kid, like I'm sick, or I'm dumb.
One day to the next. Life becomes work just to be alive.
I thank god for my blessings. I thank god I survived.
I finally see some improvement. More hope tickles
my brain.
It was worth all the time, all the tears, all the pain.
I awake with a smile and new hope to move on.
I did it! I did it! All those hard times are gone!


Details | Free verse | |

Forgotten You

Forgotten you
As your mind collects the memories of yesterday
Forgotten You
Epiphanies tie into knotty strings of realization
That very moment. . . 
You merely exist

Back then. . .those smiles
Those. . .distant laughs
Some you remember by name
Gone now maybe
Like the exhalation of the wind
Others dispersed in the world of arbitrary happening
Like leaves from falling, man-made trees
There is no doubt that they have
Forgotten you

Activate the bomb
Ignite the fuse
And you’re on next year’s history book
Never forgotten
But drained of all remaining good

That smile you gave
That happiness
The warm embrace so long ago
Salt-coated with piles of rubbish
Over last remaining mental spurts of comfort
Evil, evil, evil, evil, EVIL. . .
Always absorbed and remembered
. . .though never forgiven. . .

All good and gracious sentiments
Packed up in a box set nonchalantly in Downstair’s storage
. . .that chair with the broken leg in the corner of the room
That mangled cobweb holding a dangling, lifeless spider
A drowned sailor’s hat drifting through the current of the ocean
The single tear from a soldier’s vigilant, memory-stricken eye
The frustrating thoughts of a mute
The unchanged. . .HATED deformations

Forgotten you. . .
One soul brings to light weary, unthought-of happenings
Wedged deep into what she can only imagine
With not even a hint of understanding
. . .of the pain. . . .of the bewildering distortions
Of the ugly. . .
One soul merely vomits sickly verse after verse

As humanity embraces its downfall
The poet hangs onto her unjustifiable, forgotten. . .
Words


Details | ABC | |

The Warning from the Toll man on the Bridge over the Tranquil River

Be careful taking your first step on the wooden bridge at night,
The dark abyss may entice the careless away from the light,
The serpentine wind will tease and tempt you to give up the fight,
“I warn you, now; the risk is far more than it seems at first sight.”

Some lost souls are made of stronger thread and will not heed the call,
They laugh and run straight out ignoring the risk and the fall,
Rash soldiers who trade a pound of caution for an ounce of gall,
“I warn them of the danger but they do not hear me at all.”

The old dry wood here is rotten and can easily splinter,
I saw a whole family, fall, as if they didn’t matter,
Death waits here and all it needs is another beam to shatter.
“I warn everyone but some take my words as useless chatter.”

I remember well the lovers; oh they were full of mischief,
Adam wanted to meet Eve on the bridge and sneak off like a thief,
Adam was in such a hurry their encounter was very brief.
“It was joyful to hear them promise a love beyond belief.”

Joan was a beautiful young girl, who had lovely words to weave,
“Come my handsome Prince; escort me to heaven, and by your leave,
I will beg your pardon and find the grace to attend your sleeve.”
“What sad alchemy does love perform when faithful hearts believe?”

I recall Mathew, a lively man who crossed the bridge with cheer,
“There isn’t much of a vision when the darkened clouds appear,
I prefer to stoke the fire than watch the Sun disappear.”
“ But when the fire was out he huddled near the bridge in fear.”

I saw, sad old Mark chase a butterfly and fall to his fate,
He had bright colours in his eyes and a gazelle in his gait,
He was too good for this bridge , and fell, and drowned in waves of hate.
“Beware this bridge will silence both the humble and the great.”

I remember my old friend Luke who had his head in the skies,
He told me that the voices spoke to him of secret truths and lies,
I saw him climb over the edge, here, and hang on to the ties,
He held on bravely but soon the visions faded from his eyes.

So I must warn the blind men, to be careful who they follow,
To walk in grace and spare a thought for the ones who lay below,
To be able to cross is easy, there is little to know.
“Walk freely over this ancient bridge but pay me as you go.” 


Details | Epic | |

The Fallen Prince - part 2

Part 2.....

He cried and cried, into the night, regrets were his companions,
Until he heard the sound of hooves ,rumbling through the canyon.

Through tear-filled eyes, he saw a herd, of royal beauty stallions,
And perched upon ,their royal backs ,were knights in white so gallant.

Carefully ,they scooped him up ,and carried him away,
Into the East ,they rode from hell, for three long nights and days.

When long at last, with horses spent ,they reached their destination,
They placed him in the hands of God ,for this was His creation.

Great warmth began to fill his heart ,and light shone from his eyes,
He felt the gentle hand of God, and he began to cry.

Such happiness. he had never known. it lifted him so high,
He spread his wings, up to the sky ,and he began to fly.

Up to the sky, on mended wings, with angels all around him,
He heard the voice of God ring out, and totally surround him.

"I've done my part ,my fallen prince ,but the rest is up to you,
Fly straight and true, and don't look back ,no matter what you do.

Lead not thee to temptation son .for if you do, you'll die,
Fly straight and true, my fallen prince, or forever, cease to fly".


Will the prince ,journey home again ,to his fair and lovely maiden?
Or, will temptation ,lead him back, to the evil Black Knight Satan?


Details | Ballad | |

Violet

In London, away in a terrace
Half-hidden with elm trees and grime,
Lived young Violet, in her parents' house,
Left alone for near all of the time,

As her mother had no patience to teach her
And her father was working all day,
Violet read to herself through her childhood
Forgetting her seclusion in play,

Any friends she made as a young woman
Would laugh at her stitches and cloth,
For they knew that Violet was quite useless
And so showed their neat needlework off,

Poor Violet kept trying her best, but
Each time everyone ran her down,
She retreated back into her mind's warmth
Far away from that cold-blooded town,

Then one night, as the raindrops were piercing
Through the rueful, restricting twilight,
Violet threw on her Sunday attire and
Did at once in the darkness delight,

So she ran through the alleys and gardens,
Dancing down the pitch-black London streets,
Her beautiful dress flew about her
As she skipped past the other deceits,

Violet's stories swam round in her memory
As she flew through the night and the stars,
And she bathed thoroughly and with relish
Until Violet was cleansed of her scars,

Now her heart was open and happy,
So she laughed and fluttered her tail,
Carelessly gliding free through the water
And onwards to the ocean did sail.

As the weary sun rose on the next day
Her friends could be seen on the pier,
Dabbing at their dry eyes with their hankies,
Voices straining trying to sound sincere,

"It has hurt us so indescribably,
That because of her poorly-sewn hems,
Violet felt she was inferior to us
And has drowned herself in the Thames."

Violet's parents had not yet noticed
The absence of their only daughter,
And they would understand even less
How she came to be dead underwater,

But Violet was now free to prosper,
To swim and to dance and to glide,
And with angels and mermaids to play with,
She would always in her dreams reside.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Bell's Blues

Staring, vapor locked, at my Hammond B-3 console organ, which dominates my 
kitchen.  Surely a symbol of my madness.  I can't help, but think, if the keys were 
the days of my life, and the black ones represented the bad days, are there 
enough black keys??  Fighting petulance, self-pity...losing...
     Wondering if I can stand another minute alone.  Atop my organ, music books, 
and the complete works of Edgar Allan Poe, another mad poet.
     Plagued by physical agonies that merely complete a perfect circle of anguish 
and distress.  Even to worrying of misspelling a word again.  Pure lunacy.
     Remembrance of my 1863 death at Missionary Ridge, something I became 
aware of as a young child before I'd ever heard of reincarnation.  Or just an early 
sign of the madness to come??
     I am lost in a befouling miasma of deep despair.  My life's hopes down to 2 
desires;  one last music band, and taking my son to Disneyworld.  Money is 
meaningless to me.
     I am well aware that death is as natural as life.  And I would venture to guess 
that the loss of my father, my young cousin Billy, my dear friend Mark Trotiner, and 
too many others, are "Business As Usual" in this universe.  But not for me.
     Being terminally ill myself is something I have long since come to terms with.  
And what a reunion it will be!!  But I must continue to go on surviving as though I 
cherish this long and barren life.
     My writing, especially my poetry, my poet friends, my music, my musician 
friends, and a few relatives and others; these are the meds that work for me; not 
the 30 or so pills I must deal with everyday.  So thank you all.
And now an addendum, one which brightened my day:
     Mark Trotiner long maintained that he gave Mark Knoffler (Dire Straights) the 
idea for his hit song "Money For Nothing", when Mark Knoffler came into the 
appliance chain store he worked in way back then, where he bought, and drove 
off with several T.V.s, singing the prototype words he'd gotten from Mark Trotiner.  
Over the years, I tested him repeatedly, looking for the tale-tell deviation in the 
story one finds in a false tale.  He never faltered, he never failed.
    Continued.....


Details | Cowboy | |

The Cowherd

On dark hillside
A lone cowherd
Wrapped in his blanket,
Gazed up at the sky,
Dreamed into the night.
A wisp of crescent moon,
A sky full of stars,
In his thought
He was asking:
Does my small fire shine up to the stars?


Details | I do not know? | |

Little Girl On Bended Knees

She’s a little girl abused in so many ways.
She knows for everything theirs a price she pays.
She doesn’t go where other children play.
So much lost.
So much at cost.
She’s berried with in her pleas.
Clothing tore to all degrees.
She runs to the church knowing everything he sees.
Maybe he can set her free.
Little girl on bended knees.

She can’t wash his smell away.
No matter how much she bathes.
Do you really have to love daddy this way.
Day by day she prays.
So many memories will prey.
She wishes they would just fade away.
In the bushes she hides.
Daddy is dead inside.
To god she will confide.

“God who will believe me?
Who will see?
Mom always said it was just me.
Now she has to see.”
Little girl on bended knees.

Her life is so hard in part.
Yet not compared to what she sacrifices in her heart.
He slices it up and rips it apart.
She wants to point blame
But lowers her head in shame.
God taking over this little soles hope 
And his heart is breaking.
There is so much she is staking.

She raises her bloody hands high.
Deep down she wishes she could die.
But she made daddy finally say goodbye.
Six years old murdering daddy to finally be free.
Little girl on bended knees.


Details | Senryu | |

Playground

Kids go down
The slide…they head toward the swings
TIME TO SCREAM!

Free time ends
Their parents want to go home
Frowns exchange 


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


Details | Acrostic | |

Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
!!


Details | Free verse | |

If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight


Details | Free verse | |

Final Adieu

Final Adieu

Let another sun set,
Let another flower wilt,
Let another autumn cast its gloom,
Let another tear role,
As ye part, and bid
The final adieu.

Suyash Saxena
St. Stephen’s college


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Fairy Tale

In a land, far away, once upon a time
An ancient place, deep in mystical forests
There lived a sickly old man
The years had passed and he was but an empty shell

Even he had no memories of who he used to be
But now, in the forest, he breathed his bitterness
A small barren one room cabin
His only possession, his grumpy voice

The town, further down the hill
Was to be his only detested outing
Each month the voyage,  a barter for rations
Chopped wood, for his meager means

The children would taunt and tease
This smelly aberration to their playful days
And toss pebbles and stones
What do you mutter, you ragged old man?

He pictured them in a pot of stew
Yet no smile would he spend even on this thought
And off he went back up the hill, his bitterness too
The echo’s of laughing children, now but a distant taunt

He grew older, as did his bitterness
Year by year, and like a curse he lived
Certainly not of his choosing
Almost not hearing the village sneers

One day the men elders where called away
Kings declare wars, but it’s the villagers who do battle
Times became dark, who lived who died, no one was sure
The village children wept for their fathers

The old mans monthly pilgrimage to the village
Was met with sad infant stares
His mutterings now no concern of theirs
When off in the distance, beating drums and horses hooves

Soldiers of terror, pillaged and burned
The fires and haze, arrows and swords
The villagers ran in into the forests deep
Save for some of the children, confused and dazed

The old man stood in the midst of it all
And fearing nothing, his soul long dead
The children behind him, with fear and dread
He lifted a fallen sword and felled a horsemen 

The a second, a third, in vengeance did come
And he felled them too, no fear in his eyes
The others retreated, their loot in tow
Only the angel of death, left with the wind

The old man, fell to the ground
Surrounded by children, staring in shock
They carried him home, his frown, and all
And stoked his fire, and laid him to rest

When he woke the next morning
All the children were there
With smiles, be dammed, what did he care?
They chattered and praises his heroic acts

They truly saw, the beauty hidden so deep
This old man saved them, his bravery noble
His silence, and rudeness, they ignored it all
And a little boy, with wonder, said thank you grumpy

Well, against his will, a smile did appear
This little one, taken so, thought him so dear
And day by day, the children returned
And he told them stories he had long forgotten

In the forest, up in the trees
Two angel fairies, where singing in the breeze
Looking down and over the cabin
And filled with joy, for an old soul was revived

The old man, spent his days, telling stories and teaching
The children learned the ways of their past
And the old man, who once was dead
Now knew the meaning of all life ahead

The village rebuilt and returned to routine
Honored the old man, once unwashed and unseen
The children grew older, the old man passed on
And now he sits in a tree and sings in the breeze


Details | Bio | |

Solitude: To Yoda, An Ode

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Lyric | |

Never Fight Alone

I got mad. Didn't know how to use my energy. So I made this song on the piano. I want to sing it with my brother when he's better. I hope he does get better soon. 
Dedicated to David. Just been so angry lately. And so sad. . .

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Verse I: (David) I was alone What can I say? I was lost Couldn't pray I was trapped In their games I regret it Everyday Verse II: (Laura) I was jaded By my sin Never sweated Anything Couldn't sleep Couldn't dream I was scared Of everything Chorus: (David) Within me lies a battle A war I just can't fight alone Can you hear me now? Will you hear me out? Before I lose the struggle I'm begging for some help right now We need to take a stand I need to be a man Laura: Your heart is in my hand Both: (You) I will not fight alone Verse IV: (David) I'm losing faith Can't find the way Can't erase The things I say I see the world Instant pain! If I'm anything I'm insane Verse V: (Laura) Don't talk that way! Just look at me! You are stronger Then I'll ever be! I pulled you in I pushed you free I was foolish Please come back to me Chorus: (David) Within me lies a battle A war I just can't fight alone Can you hear me now? Will you hear me out? Before I lose the struggle I'm begging for some help right now We need to take a stand I need to be a man Laura: Your heart is in my hand Both: (You) I will not fight alone Within me lies a battle A war I just can't fight alone Can you hear me now? Will you hear me out? Before I lose the struggle I'm begging for some help right now We need to take a stand I need to be a man Laura: Your heart is in my hand We'll never fight alone Never Fight Alone


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Dressed Blues

<                                                 he took the fall
                                                   dressed blues call now
                                                   hearts wall skips beat

 

Written by Katherine Stella 8/7/11



A Than-Bauk, conventionally a witty saying or epigram, is a three line "climbing rhyme" poem of Burmese origin. Each line has four syllables. 

The rhyme is on the fourth syllable of the first line, the third syllable of the second line, and the second syllable of the third line. 

Tribute To U.S Marine Corps
Hu RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH


Details | Narrative | |

The Woman In White

It was a cold and rainy night.
The stars were shining bright.
It seemed as if the world was at a pause and not a person was in sight.
I sat quietly in my car, 
the sound of music I heard blasting from a far.
I opened my door,
stepped out slowly and looked around.
Now suddenly the music stopped,
not a word is heard, not even a sound.
I turned my head, looked over my shoulder,
I saw a woman running.
She was wearing a white gown.
I couldn't help but wonder why this woman running
flaunted such a frown.
I followed her footsteps,
I listened for the sound.
Running through the darkness,
one question came to mind,
Who would leave this woman?
Who would be so heartless?
How can someone leave her when she is so obviously distraught?
Abruptly a sound was heard.
I came to a stop.
I listened closely.
It was a gunshot.
Now fearful I stood.
I began to run as fast as I could.
I ran so fast, I could hear my heart beating.
I came upon my car and noticed a woman bleeding.
She was gasping for air.
Someone had shot her and left her to die there.
It was as if they didn't even care.
She reached for my hand,
whispered softly to me
"never trust a man"
At that moment her hand dropped.
I knew her heart had stopped.
I looked at her white gown now dripping red.
I I cried to myself and pondered what she had said.
This could be me.
I could be lying here dead.
I will remember her words always.
They will haunt me for the rest of my days.
This moment I will never forget.
No man should ever be such a threat.

This was the day my life would change.
From this day on I would never be the same.
The lesson I learned here,
never have such fear.
Fear that will keep me from being free.
I learned that I can be happy just being me.


Details | Narrative | |

Christmas Rebels

Christmas Rebels
It was about a weak
After that night walk
The unknown dangers, 
Made known, turned me weak,
I was managing myself,
After my heart was pulled,
From where it sank,
I was yet in the oven,
Of my haven,
To dry up the coldness,
And the wetness, 
Of that fearful night loneliness,

Today is Christmas,
The whole mass,
Was joyous,
Every home, glorious,
Meat was plenteous, 
Rice and beans.
Was every homes means,
Children bouncing in,
New goat skin jackets,
Mother’s dressed in costly
Beads and all the way,
Father leads.
For Christmas had taking over,
Taking over the African Shrine,
It supplied a joyous sunshine.
Our pockets were full of cowries,
Like a goldmine,
Happiness was mine,
For the usual war seemed 
To be hidden, and our teethes where like, 
“Forever opened”.

Oh! Joyful, blissful, plentiful Christmas.
Providing joy each time it surface, 
But joy has a slender waist that breaks so soon.
Christmas night came, so we visited 
Our beds as night rang it’s bell,

(To be continued in the next, same Poem).


Details | Rhyme | |

Harmonica


The ghosts come stern to foreshadow
their routes westward to Atlantic,
nautilus trust to sea mantic,
- and ocean deities endow.

Their ancestors were apt sailors,
to serve an equal cause for years,
on compassed routes - funeral tears,
sabled wives shed to sea bailors.

The blue engagement is a spell,
that haunts the island men since birth;
whom sea engulfs is an owing dearth,
to morose depths of mournful well.

The sailors stand on the stern deck,
as dusk turns colors to dark gray,
with a harmonica's sad play,
the long tear shadows and stares beck.

© G.V. 07-18-2012, All Rights Reserved


Details | Free verse | |

Conspiracy: Who Killed The Easter Bunny

A crowded table, all suspended in shock 
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Loud cries arise from the elongated table,
Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable
To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable
For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

They searched for hours, called in C.S.I,
Panic set in, would the children all cry?
Sandman confirmed the bunny had died
Batman suspected somebody had lied
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Guests were quizzed, interrogations began
The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran,
Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van
But was stopped in his tracks by superman
SANTA KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY!


Details | Free verse | |

My Future Generation

I can act insane
But DO NOT 
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…


Details | Rhyme | |

My island home

   The sand pelts my skin, as it blows with the wind. The waves lap at my toes, once again and again. 
   All this beauty surrounds me, near this magical sea. But one thing just dumbfounds me, why'd I leave-why'd I leave. 
   In the crystal blue waters, my spirit felt free. I gazed long at the wonders, and the views there to see. 
   On the shores I felt happy, near that magical sea. So my soul keeps on asking, why'd I leave-why'd I leave. 
   In the jungle waits adventure, and fruits beyond dreams. Where far in the distance, a menehuné man screams.  
   Standing just three feet tall, spear readied in hand. The menehuné sit waiting, to protect this great land. 
   They hide in the bushes, they hide in the trees. And again the thought pushes, why'd I leave-why'd I leave. 
   In great bamboo forests, all the canes block the light. But I assure it's the purest, of any dark sight. 
  As they sway with the breeze, ones mind sets at ease. But once again my words breathe, why'd I leave-why'd I leave. 
   Winding trails cross rivers, then journey through caves. In the pitch dark one quivers, but must remain brave. 
   For at the end of the darkness, you will find a great sight. Once your eyes readjust, to the quick change of light. 
   Right before you you'll find, a great cliff you must climb. But it's fantastic views, will be one of a kind. 
   You'll see fountains of water, pouring out from hillsides. As they carve through the mountains, you'll be filled with much pride. 
   Knowing all this is yours, for this moment in time. But I pray don't let go, for all this, was once mine. 
   It was mine to explore, it was all mine to roam. It was my sandy shore, it was my island home. 
   But now here in this city, I'm filled with self pity. As my heart slowly sinks, and my mood becomes shitty. 
   I always will grieve, this mistake I believe. And always will scream, why'd I leave-why'd I leave...


Details | Free verse | |

IN THE LIBRARY OF LIFE

I am a book filled with a lot of pages
Turn me and turn me, each page is filled
There is joy and sadness
There is rage and peace

I am sentences
With each line I command 
I flow in and out of every page
Causing shades of color across the canvas
 
I am words of power
Forming, breaking and giving life
My tongue swirls around in my mouth
Bathing in its pool of seduction
Ready to form its next adventure


Details | Lyric | |

The Night Walk.

                                                                                   **A WINNING POEM**


That night, my heart pleaded i should
Wait over and pass the night at grand pa's 
Old inn.
Enormous was my concern to reach home 
And see Constance La France.... the rambling poet.
About "create your own form, may be?"
I embraced the night and darkness mingled 
With my eyes;

Yonder are night workers,
Here and there they wander,
Seaching for who to plunder,
Oh! what a mighty wonder.
Look at that  supermarket,
And a man with a mask,
Gun and matchet,
He most be a burglar,
Oh! i must be undercover,
Or else i step into danger,
For the night is in dark anger.

"Ahh! ahhh!! ahhhh!!!" the cry of a victim,
Something must have wrought a cry,
Who will be the rescue?
For me, this night walk must linger.
Look at the police, having me as an 
Accomplice, they need my identity and money,
Yet yonder is the victim crying....

Look over there! drug users
Assembling in dark corners,
Swaying like feathers,
In the midst of their daily rituals,
That is never beneficial,
Oh! blind earth leading to an open death.
Group upon groups, stationed in their post,
Looking so malicious, looking so vicious, 
Brandishing weapons, ready for the slaughter,
Gun shoots clatter as a group fight starter.
Charles melody has seen wonder
And endless palaver.

Knives mingled with flesh, blood and bone,
Men eager and bold,
Heads bounce like ball,
Suddenly, calmness......
Gba! gba!! gba!!! another trigger's verdict?
Lord when will these pass over?
For i am likening to salt in water,
Never to calm and ponder,
The night walk seemed not to be over. 

For the night is in dark anger....


BY CHARLES MELODY (Lightening Ink)                  **14TH PLACE IN
 CONSTANCE LA FRANCE CONTEST,
 WITH THE THEME; "DEEP, DARK AND DRAMATIC".
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The form of this poem is called,"stream of consciousness." 
i formed it so because the thought kept coming
 like a stream or river of consciousness in my mind,
i was conscious of the dangers i knew, especially in my Little
African village and the war that covered it.
For "Constance La France, the Rambling poet's contest.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Rain and Wind

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








Details | Tail-rhyme | |

A Fable Of Death, To The Boy Named Harp.

Here, is a boy that wandered astray,
He went for a walk and got lost on the way,
He tried to find home, wherever that is,
He tried to find comfort that he could call his,
He walked through the woods and past the oak trees,
He followed the rivers and the warm summer breeze,
He came to a house that was rotting away,
He said to himself “Here’s where I’ll stay”.
He was going to sleep when he herd a dull scream,
He didn’t think much, he thought it was a dream.
He woke in the morning tied to the bed,
Before him was a man, who was sick in the head,
The man was curious as to what this boy was named,
When asked, “Harp” is the name the boy Claimed,
The man looked at Harp and quietly said, 
My name is Randal, and soon you’ll be dead,
Randal began to inflict horrible pain,
He watched this boy bleed and didn’t refrain.
After weeks of torture and equal unrest,
The boy named Harp made his final request,
He looked at the man that had tore him apart,
And said “Kill me please, and save my young heart.”
The man looked at Harp with tears in his eyes,
He said “sorry my boy. Now you shall die”,
After this man had ended Harp’s pain,
He left the boys corps to rot in the rain.
I guess in the end it was all meant to be,
For death was the way to make this boy see,
He was better off dead because now he cant feel,
Feel the pain he once wished wasn’t real.
He was just a boy with a loving heart,
The story of his life, the boy named Harp.


Details | Narrative | |

Reminiscence

Prologue:
For whoever think story telling is that easy,
Would properly from this hilarious incident,
scene or whatever you might call it, would know is not.

                             *****************

Just some couple of months ago, I was invited
by a friend who knows me too well, back then in 
school as a funny guy and story teller and so he taught this
night, that his grand pa (who is a famous story teller 
of his village) had fall sick, I would be in a better position
to cover up for his father's so called responsibility
to his people. "For he (my friend's father, Williams) is a good story teller.
But what about me who has never faced 
the ample crowd with my 'cripple' tale unless sharing it with friends?" I mumbled.

In the middle of this enigma, my friend, John called me to the hot seat
to tell my tale to the unbearable crowd of adolescence. 

"God why am I here this day... But it shouldn't have been this day" I retorted.
The barbarian noise from the seats infront of me showed that truly I was 
in the middle of something and not lost...

"Uncle tell us a story!... Brother tell us a story!" the crowd shouted.

This day, I needed a free moment but they couldn't let me be.
"Once upon a time" they heard me said and they all resited.
" I am sorry, I am sorry let me restart it all over again".

Now in old man's voice, I told my tale before them:

"Once upon a time,
In our mothers' womb, when she
Ate, we ate. Goodnight!"

They all cannot but burst to laughter while I stood and walked to the room with my 
shame.
                                   
                                *****************

Anything after good night means nothing more till the next day.
Maybe I escaped the night by dissatisfying the emotions of those children,
in that scene, what about my friend? 
"Have I not brought shame to John's family? Did I do the 
right thing that full moon night?". My heart beats!

                               *****************

Epilogue:
Not even do the audience remember or care to ask me: (In kid's voice)
"What if my mother do not eat while in my pregnancy, what will happen to her?" or 
probably care to tell me: (Back to old man's voice) "What lesson they have derived from 
the tale before their departure... Oh! No sorry, my bashful departure from their sight." 

Note: The tale: "Once upon....Goodnight!" is a Haiku form of poetry.  
 














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Physically and Mentally Abuse

I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear

Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm

When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane

I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes

I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries

I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs

As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call

With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay



Details | Haiku | |

To Lose Someone You Love

To lose someone you love....
Its like trying to live violently among the peaceful people who are dying 
To lose someone you love....
Its like Im living in lies with laughter and happiness while Im truthfully sitting in anger and pain while crying
 Im grounded in shame yet Im still airborn with death together we flying 
Its hurts when one dies past groundshaken proximity under the hate but sent with earthshattering love above
 where we live to die yet we are born to survive where we bred to learn to get past all the ones we have lost with hate because ITS REALLY HURTS TO LOSE SOMEONE YOU LOVE.


Details | Free verse | |

Bao - Yu

<                                         Bao - Yu
                                        precious jade
                                    your angelic font 
                                  cast mirrored images
                                      off stilled pond


                                  orchids in woven hair
                                  garments of satin and lace
                                  you lying in fetal position
                                  upon granite's stone
                                  tell me heavenly Goddess


                                  Why Do You Look So Sad  ?




Written By Katherine Stella

For Rambling Poet's
Reflection Contest 

G.L. ALL

Name Of This Poem 
Is Entitled
Bao -Yu


Details | Lyric | |

Elysium Dream of Love

I close my weary eyes
Holding onto the hope
Of not having to cope
Not a mintue longer
Without you by my side
Not expierencing
The warm look in your eyes
The tingling rush of your finger tips
That would grip my hair tight
To stop you from slipping into the night
Biting  your bottom lip
As a pinch to yourself
To see if it was real
The dream of love we felt
And now that you are gone
I only wish to die
Your image fades from my mind
Sometimes I see it clear,
The sun is skillfully stroking it set in the sky
As my feet float down the road across the tuscan country side
I ever so gently sense the wildy grown wheat
Tickling these troubled lines engraved in the palm of my hand
I playfully pick one out of the land and pluck the grains
I look up and in the distance is where she waits
But there she remains peacefully strolling through the calming field
In a white cotton dress that tails off in the wind and
wearing a small confident smile that makes my yearning heart yield
Whispering in my ear that soon I will make it home
But my Life's journey must continue down this God paved road
I awake with the longing of her, But with so much to do
I need God's strength for one more day to get through


Details | Rhyme | |

Jennifer Part 3

She has so much pain inside of her,
she doesn't know how to address it.
So she turns the pain into anger,
after she explodes, she becomes quiet.

She goes up to her room, upset.
Why does the world hate her so?
She thinks to herself, “That’s it!”
But in reality, it isn't though.

She lies on her bed,
Pulls out her book and reads.
As she turns the pages, she loses her head,
In her mind, she thinks “This is what I need.”

A place to escape the world,
Somewhere she can run.
For it seems everyone hates this girl,
And nothing she does is fun.

She plays her cello 
And loses herself in the music
She does this when she feels low
Then she plays the song of her pick

She listens to the beat she makes,
Trying to make it sound perfect,
But oh, she keeps making mistakes,
She thinks that she will never get it.

She leaves the cello alone
And watches her shows
She then grabs her phone
And tells her best friend the show as it goes.

She leaves the TV on, 
Then she enters her laptop.
She stays on till dawn,
She just can’t seem to stop.

She loves the idea of leaving the real world
And entering an imaginary one.
That’s the story of the girl,
Who is never done.


Details | Free verse | |

A Squirrels Tears

How do I describe such distress?
A squirrel sat on a lower limb,
His mother had chased him from the nest.
His heart was broken, in upheaval, a mess.
His home gone. His mother turning her back so new.
Oh what, oh what will he ever do?
Each breath he takes is a mighty gulp,
Then the sound so soulful with every shout.
Cries of pain were so deeply felt, 
That every bout rips my heart inside out.
It renders me tearful to hear the sounds flow…
The need to help him drives me so,
How could his mother yield such a blow?
But he is wild and won’t let me help his woe.
A human I’d hold so warm and tight.
I’d build a nest for him if it were right.
But I know he won’t accept my help, 
As he cries on and on in his plight.
For an hour he tore my heart to shreds…
Then finally a young squirrel came from another tree, instead.
Together they ran off fulfilling his needs…
His cries stopped. He’d found what he wanted with those pleas…
Now if mankind could only help those in need, with such simplicity.


Details | Verse | |

Inevitable Bear

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Living Without

I tried to write about love but I haven’t felt it. 
I tried to write about the sea but I’ve never seen it. 
Then I tried to write about the air, but I have never breathed it. 
I tried to write about magic but I never believed it.
I couldn’t write about god, all I have ever done is sinned.
And when I tried to write about life I found, 
I have never really lived.


Details | Narrative | |

Christmas Rebels (2).

But night’s bell came with tears and without love,
As our bamboo door talked,
“KNOCK! KNOCK!!”
Before my voice could speak,
Legs ruined down my door,
Then eyes in different heights
In the starry night like 
Torch lights… attacked 
Me with their voices.
They came in mass,
Some brandishing cutlass,
Some matchets, guns and arrows.
Gang upon gangs,
Displaying their flags,
Blood stained, tattered, hair, shaggy.
They held human heads for their 
Oracles of war.
They were muttering songs as if 
Forced to sing,
They had leaves and grasses in the 
Middle of their mouths, they were mostly teens, 
They were the Hausa rebels… 
“Wait! Wait!! Wait!!!
Where are the bells?
Is this day not Christmas?”
I was asking myself,
A short tick man came out of the mass,
Not looking like human,
He looked backed at the rest,
Feeling like the best.
He weakened my hear drums 
By the manner of his question,
“Hausa or Birom?”.
To send my religion to the bottom?
Whom for this day, is Christmas? 
And sweet Messiah’s Calvary at Golgotha?
I wasn’t prepared for that, 
So the truth came out like a blast
“Birom!!”.
“Yee! Yee!! Yee!!!
Enemy tribes” they shouted 
Like savage talking drums.

(To be continued in the next, same Poem).


Details | Verse | |

Philosophical Poetry Week: Transient Tuesday

I am a misprint,
Ink blot on love,
I remain a maybe
Longing for fact,
No speck of lint,
A hand in glove.
Thunder; a baby
Will only react

When you etch
Parallel clouds,
Whistling on cue
To a dead town.
Dream a sketch
Of silent crowds
Becoming you,
This boiling crown

Chews thought
Into flagellation.
Holes in the walls
To spy through,
Seeking a sort
Of bricked-up sun.
A heaven of halls,
All leaving you.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

A Survivor's Story

I wake up to a deserted town
"Where are the people?"
I ask myself aloud.
"Gone." answers a voice.
But no one's here...
but me.

Broken glass litters the street, 
a Kristallnacht in the making.
Houses, half gone and half standing,
specked the dirt road.

I lay, pinned to the ground by a monstrous wall...
I don't know if I'll be able to move...
but I must try. 

"Hello! Anyone there?"
No reply.... just what I thought.
As distress fills my heart,
I use that anger and helpless feeling to my advantage
and somehow
I managed to lift the heavy burden off my chest.
But this was a small victory in what seemed to be WW II.

ALAS! I remember.
This is WW II....
and the US had just dropped something...
something unusual on my town...
I'm surprised I'm still alive.

The explosion was enough to kill all of my native land, 
Japan.
But it only stopped 2 miles from the heart of my country,
Tokyo.
But no time for reminiscing. 
I must find a way out of this...
hell.

A sharp pain in my chest heaves me to the ground,
I've seen this ground so many times, face to face.
Something starts to lunge itself out of my mouth.
When I look down, I notice
that it is my own blood.

I knew I must find a hospital, quick, 
but which way was which?
Was East West? Was West South? 
Was North behind me? Was South ahead?

I sulked in defeat as I trudged along a snake-like road...
a road to nowhere. 

I grew weary, hungry, tired
but I knew I must walk on.
Every few minutes, I'll drop to my knees
and cough up my life support, 
but I couldn't let that stop me.

The sun went down,
but I didn't.
The moon rose,
I kept walking.
The sun started his day-shift, 
but I was at work all night,
counting steps and listening my heart beat.

Finally, I lost the will to live,
I wanted to die, 
I waited to die...
But death didn't come.

I spit up blood every few seconds now.
Life leaving me with every breath.
I close my eyes, and draw in my last breath.

Muffled sounds reach my ears.....
I try to look but my vision's blurred.
Everything blacks out.

"I will not be defeated" 

My vision is back.... I see people...
Everything blacks out.

"I will not be defeated"

I see their faces now, splattered with dirt and dust
Everything blacks out.

"I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED!!!!!"

I CAN SEE!

"Are you with us?!"
A desperate cry reaches my ears.
And I reply, 
"Yes. Yes I am."


Details | Free verse | |

DECEPTION

Hand in hand and
Eyes to eyes,
Promises unending
As if from the heart,
Pregnancy struck
Then hand out of hand
And eyes apart from eyes
Leaving the girl in stark anguish...


BY: CHARLES MELODY (LIGHTNING INK).


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The color of love

Without him beside me, my future seems so bleak, being naïve, 
i was told he was not meant for me. Ignoring this world of cruelty
and its power tear our world apart. Now sitting i ponder why I being so naïve from the very start

My tomorrow will never come, for I will forever live in his yesterday. Turning my back on the one who loved me in every single way.
Not even time can heal a shattered heart, but I guess somewhere in his heart he loved me after all

Many times I’ve dreamt of him and unable to hide my tears,
As I reminisce that sad day I decide we go our separate ways,
I pinch myself, as in a dream, knowing it is not true,
How could I let go of such a man, no woman would ever do.

I remember the look in his eyes when he dropped by and found my note. Pain crippled on his face leaving such a heart in pain, as he read along “My heart is with you but I will forever be alone, never will you and I share a place of our own. Rejected by all to cross the color line thinking my love is blind".

 If again such a love should come my way, I’d break free of those dark days I’d confess my true heart and reject the rest and  break through this racial barrier and fallow my lovers path wherever he lead to ease this heart that beat to grieve.


Details | Lyric | |

Mirrorred Refrain-GOD GAVE US LOVE FREELY

Smell the spring aroma and 
let it delight all your senses...
don't the softest roses bloom
on windless, sunniest days?


Let my slow fingers caress your lustrous hair,
feel the pleasant warmth of a lovely afternoon;
on windless, sunniest days...
don't the softest roses bloom?


Only the truest lovers can set the white moon ablaze,
as the passing stars shed more light on their faces;
don't the softest roses bloom
on windless, sunniest days?


God gave us love freely as the air we breath;
humans have turned it into lust and doom...
on windless, sunniest days
don't the softest roses bloom?

Entered in Jared Pickett's contest,"Mirrored Refrain"


Details | Narrative | |

My Last Week

If I had only a week yet to live in this mortal world,
I would first gather my family together and say my last goodbyes.
Then I would travel to Washington D. C.
and visit the Vietnam Memorial Wall,
to shed the tears I have never cried.
While there I would go to Arlington Cemetery,
to give a final salute to the boys who died so young.
I’d hail a cab to take me to the airport to catch a plane
and fly to California and piss on Nixon’s grave,
for him stabbing those of us in the back who served in harm’s way
while we were under his command.
He has to have been one of the sorriest creatures
to have ever walked upright on two limbs.
After bailing myself out of jail, I would board a train to San Francisco
and hope and pray that the whole damn city and all of its inhabitants
would fall into the deep blue sea for the way they treated the boys and me
when we traveled through there on our way to Vietnam
and then again when we came back home.
I would take a rental car and drive to the Grand Canyon,
to view the awesome splendor of God’s magnificent handiwork
He has wrought upon this old spinning sphere we call earth.
Then I would be off to the nearest airport to hop a plane,
and jet off to Rome where I would light an industrial strength candle
in Mother Teresa’s honor to thank her for all of the souls she saved.
Then I would gladly return home to die the death
I should have died when I was young.
Afterwards, my soul would slip off into the pit of hell,
and I would kick the devil’s sorry ass;
because I’m still regular army even after all of these years,
meaner than hell, tougher than nails.
Life’s an uphill battle and then you die,
but it’s a wild, wild ride. It’s one hell of a ride!


Details | Narrative | |

A missive from the damned to whoever have a little time to spend with this nonsense - Page 1

And so, I have made up my mind, once more.
I have decided to depart, to bid this husk farewell.
In order to do that, I must save coins if I desire to save myself.
For with it, I will be able to buy my ticket out here to a more blessed realm or the eternal void. Either way, I will be winning.
I mustn't, any longer, feel the starvation of affection and no more I shall be fed by the crumbs of fleeting joy they toss at me.

Thoughts of finishing are always in my mind, flooding it, making hard to go day by day, making hard to sleep, to have hope.
I fail to see where the hope is, I like to think that it can be find inside of one's heart.
But even so, I think I am mistaken, and when I glance at myself in the mirror, I quickly lose any spark of what could-be hope.

With the aid of the metallic sling, I shall leave this husf behind, heavy with its sins and sorrows, to no more nourish hatred.
For it does only to hinder my advance towards elevation.
With my metallic sling, I shall pierce, first, my heart, where lies the sorrow, then, my mind, where resides the sins.
Whilst the life in me start to wane, regrets I will not have, when my consciousness fade, my spirit will be no longer be trapped inside this imperfect cage of flesh.
Being free, my spirit shall roam far and beyond to, before, unseen places by men, to  untouched places by men.

Another day,someone inquired me "Are you happy now?" and for that I just said "Yes". How else could I have responded if not with a lie?
How could I tell them that I yearn for a premature closure in order to stop thinking and feeling but I also yearn for love.
"I am not absolutely happy, as per say, but I do suffer less when I am asleep" I could never say that to anyone...


Details | I do not know? | |

poems

poems of love 
poems of hate 
closing doors
 and clicking gates 

Gates of white 
Gates of blue
 all beg for something new
 
something new
  something old
 something saying lets be bold 

i  know you
 and i know something you 
would like to do 

 so take my hand 
and lets leave behind the seas
 and the sand
 
 fly to a new beginning 
leave all these people we watch 
sinning
 


Details | Couplet | |

Dirty Dan

<                             Driving along in my automobile
                               Seen homeless man holding sign will work for his meals

                               Should I stop or should I just Go !
                               Should I give Or Should I just say hell No !

                              But what if that was me
                              Crying out with such pitty

                              Not knowing where to get next meal
                              Three kids crying at worn out heels

                             Cardboard boxes to call our home
                             Dumpster diving for pieces of foam

                             Think I'll give him a piece of my pot
                             Opened wallet and gave him alot

                             A nice twenty came on out
                             Wiped out was his sadden pout

                              
                             Drove by an hour later
                             Homeless camp wiped off roadmarks slatter

                             
                             Wonder where dirty Dan had now roamed
                              Just hope he finds a better suitable home


Details | Free verse | |

Emigration comes full circle

I left Ireland in the 80's with my husband and two babies for Holland. In 2003, we 
returned so that our children could have an Irish University education. Dublin was 
buzzing with life at the time, it was very expensive but we were home. Now in 2011, 
my daughter is emigrating, back down the old ancestral path, she is going to Madrid 
to teach English there. Our country has collapsed so badly, there is no employment 
here so we are exporting our young, educated children by the day. A sad day for me 
as my daughter leaves tomorrow. I wrote her this poem.


To Sarah
On the wave of emigration
I want you to know
That I see you, a fellow female
An equal on every level
Not just my daughter
My little pink princess
I see you as a woman
A power within this world
With oceans to offer
A lifetime still to learn
Go to your new life
A teacher in Madrid
Be free and fearless
Spread your wings and fly
Take the opportunities
Shape them to your dreams
You have all the tools
You can use them now.

Your analytic mind
Will help you make good decision
Fair and just rewards will ensue.
Your radiating heart
Will gift you new friendships
Maybe even a new love
All in good time
You will never be alone
Because you have a deep sense of self
This will be fortified
With this new tide
Your feet firmly planted
Will always serve you well
Balancing the ups and downs of Libra
Always true to yourself
Life will be true to you too.

We live in a new age today
This global world is small
As we email and skype
Fly back and forth to visit
We will continue to love
As mother and daughter
Our journeys through life
Shared
Forever together
My love
I will hold you safe
In my heart.
 


Details | Lanterne | |

Boats

Boats
Sail by
Leaving me
Waving goodbye
Off


Details | Free verse | |

Last Sonnet



Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.


Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.


Details | Ballad | |

Corpse Bride

The braeþ of lyf -- I've Learned to fear
Though, ta'en it was, so long sinsyne
I've wroot my song of skreighs
He tore the lyf out of me
In sooth did she speke this to me - Cassandra was she to me
Wistful - I am no bride to be
Wistful - is this soliloquy of skreighs

I cede to thee, deathly colleen 
Though remains - façades of humanity 
Angel kind - wicce of my welkin dreams
Casted by the lote of she
Ta'en the hollow Herefro way - ne'er!
Caught with twain
W'ie or swain

Angel dearest so fair - love does not share
Seemed a crux, when eath is lone
I rose for thee - cede all of thy love to me
Or was this not meant to be
Eros's deceit 
So wistful - corpse bride I remain to be


Details | Romanticism | |

Together Again

A girl whom he'd forgotten
At his door, showed up the other day
The one he'd always wanted
Just knew not what to say

The boy she longed to hold
She caught his eyes once again
Of her love, to him, she never told
But this time, all her love, she will send

Once in a lifetime, and not one time more
Fate takes hold, luck is lent
From out of the blue, a miracle occurs
Hearts reunite, Together Again

She greets him with a smile
A sparkle in her eyes
For his love, she'd run for miles
To try this thing called love, just one time

Gazing at her beauty, he feels her in heart
Remembering those nights, with her, in his dreams
And how he felt at this whole love's start
Where they'd be one forever, to him, oh how it seemed

Well this girl's name was Katie, and his Steve
And oh how tears were shed, by them both, when they were forced to leave
But in the past that was, so now he holds her hand
Two angels together, forever they'll stand

Once in a lifetime, and not one time more
Fate takes hold, luck is lent
From out of the blue, a miracle occurs
Hearts reunite, Together Again

An old couple now, a lifetime of love
They've conquered all, risen together, above
Together, all the years, oh how they've spent
And to each other, all their love they have sent

Feeling each others hearts beating every morning
Through all the decades, all the happy years
Steve's heart though, one of these days, stopped without warning
And Katie's wrinkled face, moistened with tears

How could Katie live now, without her beloved by her side
Knowing that beside her, his heart slowly died?
She dreams every night now, just as he did before, of heaven
Where they'll be Together Again

Once in a lifetime, and not one time more
Fate takes hold, luck is lent
From out of the blue, a miracle occurs
Hearts reunite, Together Again


Details | Free verse | |

Winds Of Change

So the leaves are falling now, and in color, are turning
While young hearts, from summer, still burning
Running through life, love's wings, oh how they're earning
They are growing, and life's lessons, they're learning

And so now a new day is dawning
Where things won't be the same
For in my heart, passion's spawning
Here come the Winds of Change...

Now something new awaits us
Just across the summer horizon
Taking over now, just fate's lust
Oh how the Winds are Changin'...

Loving more and more each and every day
Where hearts are running free, and never slowing
Will this feeling, just for awhile stay?
The Winds of Change are blowing...

Now the Winds of Change are storming
From across the sparkling western sea
New outlooks on life and love, they're forming
In a couple years, where will love be?

But what is it now that I'm feeling?
It's something pretty strange
My world is shaking now, and reeling
Thanks to the Winds of Change


Details | Lyric | |

UNFOLD

The pain of change as it unfolds
Is oft a tale that stays untold
What is seen is a whole creature
not deep holes in the feature
nor concrete soles that makes his feet hurt

It all begins with a soft kiss
He is walking with a false bliss
Only following in paw prints
But the nature of mom's lips
Is to rob him of all innocence

Trapped in warm spindles of fear
A wrapped life form kindles in here
Four years bound to shingles of moss
Time to leave this life of sloths
Break free like that of a moth
and Rise again like Christ on the cross


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

No Parachutes,safety nets,souls,or hope

Love is whispered and not forgotten
If this be so
I deaf to soft lipped invitations seek no thought of hope
I of no past collection hold thought
To forget is gruesome and beautiful

My eyes, swift allies in my war of world tell no lies

Silent in the 4 walled chalkboard blue
Shakespearean mad men twist their tongues with words of bland hue

I believe the concept of Ugliness is more profound than that of beauty
Dreams of my bladed face fill up behind my eyes...scratching my mind

Nothing goes SURPRISE! anymore
To love and lose is not the exciting protagonist to never having lost love

the optimists run in circles
pretenders of despair hunt themselves

Every street is Desolation row and my window is covered with blood

Nothing comforts anything
No advice

....just surprises


Details | Monorhyme | |

As I Lay At The Streets...

I closed my eyes and slipped into the world.
Where the valley was green and the sun rays gold.
As I walked the grass my feet felt cold;
My heart felt a warmth unseen, untold.

I walked to the stream and wondered why,
The real world was uglier, as i watched the birds fly.
Why a murderer would kill, why a lover betray?
Why a soldier joined battles, but his family would stay?

Why a man could discriminate black and white?
Why the world could never overcome the selfish-tide?
Why could I find pleasure in only my dream place?
Why contentment touched, only the ocean's surface?

I turned exhausted and began to gasp for air,
I could feel the darkness come, which was never there.
I knew from within that this world would be gone;
When I am back awake, my clothes will still be torn...


Details | Nonet | |

NEW YEAR EVE PARTY


Theme bash, simulated space capsule,
Pulsating youth, its thrills and frills
Grooving  New Year Eve away
Dressed to impress the date
Adrenaline flow
Wishful hearts beat
At midnight
Sudden
BLAST!


By: Yesha Shah
Contest: IMAGINATION contest
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
8th June 2012


Details | Quatrain | |

For I Had Lied

Dada was everything to our youth
Our wide faculty was his help
Our recognition was his sooth
Nobody does it than his rep

Many youth he carried up there
Without seeking any penny
Many services he rendered
For free. All of which we did see 

He was not a king or a prince
Perhaps he was just a God sent
To his community, king and prince...
He begot not but was begot

Mindful of his predicament
But dare not showed it on earth
Till that Friday night he drove out
Of town and took to a scar oath

The next hour we heard he had died
And left us belated letter
"Don't cry for me, for I had lied.
...I'll die now before later"


*cry for...: Mourn

28/05/2013


Details | Free verse | |

life now

the life that you have now 
is the one you will cry over when you are removed from it 
it happens that many lives are taken 
away from the now and when we lived 
the can’t grow fast enough is bicycle hard to catch up to 
crispy in leaves, and, bare under the bark


Details | Lyric | |

How Do I Love You So

In this wretched and dark place,
it's the only world I can show my face.
Ashamed of my love,
A past full of disgrace.
And yet all I want is to see your face.
But it's something I've longed to
erase.
Why do I love you so? 
These crazy feelings they need to go.
You have my heart racing like i need to show,
my love for you but I just really don't know 
how I love you so.
It's been a long wild trip,
but this I must rip.
And thats you from my heart
Yea that'd be a better start.
But here comes that thing again 
you make me want to sing and then
You see right through me
do you know what you do to me
All these things I've done you see
Fueling my insanity.
Make me want to fall apart,
Spill knowledge from this broken heart.
All I ever wanted was to be set free,
Can you really not see all of what you've done to me?


Details | Light Poetry | |

uncolor

this world is bleak,
everywhere i look is the same
dark and dreary black
and plain boring white

oh how i would miss 
those clear days, that i could ook into the sky
and see for miles and miles
now all the sky is ugly dull and boring

and the color of a red delicious, juciy apple,
all i see i see is a black blob of nothing

but most of all, all the bright different 
flourescent colors of my favorite t-shirt

how dull the world would be
not to see the beauty of someone's eyes.
no baby blues, big browns, or jadey greens
just dull, boring, white, black, and grey.

a bleak world is a boring world.
without color, everything looks the same
everywhere looks the same

no diversity,
no ethnic difference

look at those two people,
are they different?
yes. but you can't see it

this world is bleak

but the thing i would miss the most,
the thing that makes everyone feel good
after the most devestating of times
a rainbow. its colors are what  makes this world, 
sparkle glisten, and shine
after a storm

i think that i shall never see,
something as beautiful as a rainbow.

belak, everywhere i  looks is the same.
this world is bleak
all the colors gone like the wind
on a breezy day.

all i see is dark, dreary, black
and plain, boring, white.


Details | I do not know? | |

Senorita Sorrow ( Spanish Rain )

Any teardrops that I can borrow?
In those Spanish eyes of yours
In those big brown Spanish eyes
of yours
 
 
Senorita Sorrow
Can you run away with me tomorrow?
We can chase our dreams around
And make love
And start wars
In those Spanish eyes of yours
In those big brown Spanish eyes
of yours
 
You have never lived
It's very hard to explain
I got lost in Senorita Sorrow
somewhere in San Sebastian, Spain
somewhere in her Spanish eyes
somewhere in the Spanish rain
 
We had the time of our lives
But she cried there on the train
She couldn't hold back the pain
She knew there was no tomorrow
My Sweet Senorita Sorrow
As she stepped out into the 
Mid-September Spanish Rain





Details | Monorhyme | |

Travel Free, TROUBLED TRANSIENT

TRAVEL FREE, TROUBLED TRANSIENT...

Lift the gate to roll with swine and the glory of it all
Ride the tide all night, abide by no law and stand tall...
Hitch-hike till' Hell says, "get out n' surf the SUN"
Do it all over Land Rover; don't blink 'till the deed is done
Divide doom by blue tears you stack
Kill the clock boy; time tempts worse than crack
Live the gift reckless, rest (maybe) when you die
Never look back Jack; middle finger to the sky!



*(brace yourself at '12, all hands on deck)


Details | Villanelle | |

Goodbye

With hasty steps you led yourself astray;
You rant and rave, convinced that you're still right;
Confused a quest for imminent decay.

Though all you claimed to want to do was stay;
The brave facade was meant to hide your fright;
With hasty steps you led yourself astray.

So fast you ran and ran and ran away,
All along you knew you'd lose this useless fight;
Confused a quest for imminent decay.

For years I dreamed of times long past, how gay,
The days when happiness made darkness bright;
With hasty steps you led yourself astray.

The times of wishing hard,  with such dismay,
Have vanished now that I have learned your plight;
Confused a quest with imminent decay.

And though you try to claim that I betray,
Your words fall short and I cannot hold tight,
With hasty steps you led yourself astray,
Confused a quest with imminent decay.


Details | Rhyme | |

Petals in the Wind

Petals in the Wind


As the morning breeze whispers in the sky
Blowing fragile petals and leaving the tree
For someone lounging underneath would sigh,
“Petals in the wind take me into a thrill”

A flimsy looking old man
Pensive for the good old days
Would wish to intertwine
With petals in the wind drifting astray

A girl in search for a long lost love
Still hoping for a spark in her young heart
Graciously singing silent notes to prove
Those petals in the wind grappling with songs never heard

When love dies and silence grows so profound
While the wind stop breathing
Will gather those in vain searching
To scatter and to find rest into the ground
Like petals spaced apart from the wind


By: Noel N. Villarosa
24 January 2013


Details | Rhyme | |

Dear Son

Dear Son,
   I haven't got to meet you,but from this picture I can see.
Just how wonderful you could be, and golly you look just like me.
I want to hold you, hug, and kiss you. I can't wait to see the day.
I may only have one picture, but I can't put the thing away!
I've been showing you to everyone, weather they want to look or not.
Even to strangers on the bus to school. I'm just so proud of what I got.
I pray to God your mother gives me a chance to be a good father to my boy.
Just to hold your picture, close to my face, sends me to a whole new world of joy.
I want to meet you! I love you! I just pray someday you'll see...
That I'm sorry things couldn't work out with your mother and I. You already mean the world 
to me.


Details | Couplet | |

Rammed Into The Weedbed

Rammed into the weedbed she found her way to shore.
Her thoughts invaded by her crew who shifted on her boards.
Back across the water; her visions through a door.
One that shut repeatedly when shipmates pulled her chords.
Resting now as though a chore
that sailors leave like lords.
Down the boardwalk from the floor
relieving her in hoards.
Maiden ship from head to core
who's damage comes in torrids
Without these journeys and your lore
these men would have no swords.


Details | Free verse | |

To a love ill never let go of, sorry

you whispered sweet doubts into my ears
but i was so blind to acknowledge the fears
ill never regret how i felt for you 
but you seem so far gone, i don't know what to do

i only did what i thought was right
but i guess i lost all fear and extinguished the light

Bay, i wish i never left 
but its to late to take it back

Bay, i wish i had some sort of sign
to know your OK

i have this horrible habit of making a mess of things
you might think it funny
but i jump when the phone rings

i hope you dont blame me for what happened 
but then again it must have been my fault
im sorry

i guess all those times i apologized were in advance
for the heartbreak that i probably brought down upon you
bay, im sorry, im sorry, im sorry if you ever read this
you'll finally understand the way i still feel about you 

nobody ever said it was easy 
but nobody ever said i would fall this hard

i miss you 

im sorry
im sorry 
im sorry 
im sorry
im sorry

please bay, im sorry 
please bay 



Details | I do not know? | |

A life long lived.

Crescent, Fraddle, gentle light fill's the moonlight as youre eyes glisten through mine.
Filling every fulll glowing touch, in a darkened bay, You stare into my eyes, the question why 
passes youre mind once or twice. You're sitting there, drenched in what we shared, every 
memory, and love you cared. You were there to pick me up, and put me back in place, Ill 
never forget youre words of wisdom, and youre glowing bright face. Youre heart pumps at 
the race of suicidal thoughts in time, This feeling i cant let go, its such a crime. Its a long 
lasting chance to break free, and renew what we thought we could of had, this molment of 
loss, this colors checkerd plaid. So many patterns and runon's through this aftermath in an 
after glance that shines brighter then the stars, no matter where we are from pluto til mars. 
Ill travel to the highest peak, the highest mountain my lovve, from the hell's of low, and 
highest heaven above. Take into mind, that letting go willl not set us apart, but if you love 
somone you set them free, because you'll always be forever in my heart.


Details | Rhyme | |

The New Santa Claus

I'm locking up my house, because it's that time for thieves.
I need to Santa proof my place, because It's Christmas Eve.
If he does get in, I'm going to run and hide.
I left out some milk and cookies with rat pellets inside.
While he's eating the cookies and he's starting to sweat.
The reindeer will be caught in security nets.
"I'm sorry boys and girls, but Santa has to retire!"
I'm going to tie him to the tree and set poor Santa on fire.
Then I'm going to take the toys and keep them all to myself.
Even though I've been bad, no coals will be on my shelf.
Merry Christmas to me! This year is going to be grand!
I'll get whatever I want, if Christmas goes as I planned!
Wearing Santa Claus' suite I'll get in houses without keys.
In twenty seven minutes I'll rob twenty seven trees!
So all you little brats, don't you cry and sob.
With the recession and depression, I just needed a job.
A lot of things are going to change, but you all shouldn't be sad.
Now that I'm the new Santa, It doesn't matter who's bad.
I'll use the elves as my slaves and the toys will still come.
Instead of a Nintendo, you'll get a gallon of rum.
Toy guns are for babies, how about the real thing?
A candy neckless won't impress, I'll make sure that it's bling.
You said you wanted a pony? How about a deer that can fly?
No more lousy presents, no more socks, or bad ties.
I'll change... 
Wait... Wait a minute... Was that all just a dream?
Why do I only have coal under the tree and in my stocking?
Santa please come back! I promse I'll be better next year!
I promise I'll be good and I'll spred more Christmas cheer!

Did Santa Claus come back? Did he come like I thought he should?
No Santa didn't, but next year I'll be good!
I'll only do what is right, aleast to his satisfaction.
So he comes back to my house, and my plan goes back into action!


Details | Lyric | |

Tonight

     Tonight,
  People are going out to be with friends
people are going out to be alone

     Tonight,
  Someone is going on their first date
someone is going on their last

    Tonight,
  Someone is going to have a baby
someone is going to make one

     Tonight,
  Someone will take their first drink
someone will take their last breath

     Tonight,
  One era will end
a new era will begin

     Tonight,
  I will go to sleep in one year
and wake up in a new one

Happy New Year!
December 31st, 2011


Details | Rhyme | |

The Memory For Which You Cannot Forget


And from the battlefield so does he emerge.
Beaten blood stains his memories.
Such beathy in destruction apon the devils backbone
such powers converge.

Bodies gather tossed into a heap.
he's silent even in his thoughts.
For the madness to one's self is better to keep.

Dying moments at a time.
the field may change death is the same.
Where humans are numbers with a toll
up the ladder he does climb.

The honest view over shadows the 
ignorant few.
Tortured are the memories trapped inside.
Cold steel to which tonight he does confide.

Blood stainded bages how they do gleam.
After years of the twisted vision.
No side has to be right it does seem.

The blood is embedded in his very soul.
No matter the side.
The the memorie alone takes it's toll.    
 
Often we recall alone we regret.
nightmares creep into are waking hours.
So is the victem of the memory forwhich you cannot forget.


Details | Blank verse | |

Today

The creative course of love runs through the veins
By God, it has enveloped my very life in faint luster
It is now an illusion I have mastered and made real
There will be no lies written on my depleting heart
For Doubt was there masked inside the vibrant ball
All told her it was to be a masquerade, and she fell
Yes! Doubt fell into an illusion of trust and feral light
She locked herself away for good that doleful night    
While all danced and were joyous in lore and drink
Doubt turned her head to the door of blissful night 
And she never looked back; not for a slight moment

Furtively their love grew as vines entwining sea green
Ballets flared inside menace and ghoulish, garish glee
Lonely larks will always sing as far as the eye can see
But Doubt in its dark sings beyond what is you or me
I am in love with her; she is life and something new
And I cringe to speak the truth; oh clandestine mind!   
Yes, it was I who had invited Doubt to the vibrant ball
And it was there, without notice, she fell in my arms
In an unforgiving, comatose faint—a revolutionary state
Her face to the door, bleeding black and nothing more
The last moment I stared into her bleak, pale features

Doubt's masquerade I had mastered had at last begun!
The crowd swelling all around me, all in dark costume
Oh, God knew it was only a guiltless, simple gathering
But here they remained—the DEMONS ever smothering
The faces were cruel and their camouflage unforgiving
Doubt had now left me writhing, splitting, crying—LIVING 
As crowds danced around my uncovered, sniveling face
The spineless love of my life gone now without a trace
There no drink to drown away the ever-placed sorrow
There no high hopes of inevitable, hopeful tomorrow
There is only today—and today I cruelly, drolly LOVE


Details | Quintain (English) | |

A CHEATER IS A LIAR

A cheater is a liar,
and with time more skills he acquires...
any woman would fulfill his desires,
if she doesn't care
whom he loves when his heart cries. 


An unscrupulous lover does 
is ignite more fire and open a wound...
until he burns and needs cool lips
to soothe what has consumed
with a hunger not easily satisfied.
  

A cheater is a liar indeed,
and he promises a hundred roses
by plucking their thorns,
so that no heart will bleed...
when it discovers his secret.


Love someone you can fully trust,
search for hints to avoid the worst;
getting hurt once is enough,
listen to the tone of his voice...
see the uneasiness in those eyes.


A cheater is a liar,
who hands you the key to Paradise,
and he constantly smiles to hide many lies;
if he showers  you with too little kisses...
somebody outhere arises his desire.


I couldn't see myself in his clothes,
or even walk in his straying shoes...
many more despised looks I will resent
for being so uncaring and unfaithful 
to whom I should prove my intent.       


A cheater is a liar,
when he takes off his shirt smelling of perfume,
jumping in the shower to get rid of evidence...
fearing the harshness of a sentence;
oh, he even forgets to comb he dishevelled hair!


Details | Free verse | |

The mask we wear

It is that of a man’s heart to which he follows.
But that of the lord our God that guides our steps.
It is the beauty we find in one another.
As I have found this in you.
It is there we seek our true lives as we strive.
That of our soul to which cries out for love.
It is life’s trials to which make us stronger.
But our hearts we defy as we suffer.
It’s there we die inside from the rejections.
Not just love but the life we have to live.
It’s that of the people we try to impress.
Only to find out we are far different in life.
But it is there we lose ourselves to.
As each one put themselves higher then others.
We are all equal in the sight of God.
Why can we not be equal on the face of the earth?
Why does each man think they have to be vain?
Especially when we all bleed the color red from our veins.
It is in this life we only live once.
Why can I not be me instead of someone dictating for me?
It’s because each person wants to control us and what we do.
Instead of worrying about themselves and what they do.
It is there I fight for freedom and rights I have in this life.
As I stand as a rebel, alone in this life.
But it is there I am strong and without blemish you see.
Because I have the greatest gift of all.
And that is God is here with me.


Details | Haiku | |

Clock Poetry

Time ticks and could trick
Could go places unnoticed 
It can kick and trip


Details | Free verse | |

A Blue Boy's Death Wish

A fragile mind breaks 
Wake upon the rock laden shores
A muffled heart begs to echo
Whispers lost among a velvet chamber

Dusk comes premature time and again
Dropping the curtain on an optimistic sunrise
If you never witness dawn
There is no tomorrow

Always the dreamer aches
Never awake to make real what he desires
The restless corpse walks blind
Dead ends seem fitting for one of the kind

Lost in the labyrinth of strangling vines
Love is the motive and the weapon
Taking root in throats dry from weeping
Sprouts of amnesia in place of smiles
A garden called heartbreak holds onlookers captive
The comfort takes hold, sets in the bones weary of searching
A plea for rest lands on deaf ears

The hollow boy tires of himself
The last request he will ever make
"End me"
Lost and tired
He wishes to be weak no more


Details | Free verse | |

Diamond In The Rough

The Diamond in the rough has been lost in the masses of panicked flesh
He looks through the eyes of the unnoticed,
He thinks with the questioning of his being,
He only looks to escape the day

The Diamond in the rough only leaves in the night
bereft of joy he entraps his plight
He makes music alone waiting for pain to escape
he looks in the mirror and cries at his face

the Diamond in the rough he's escaped far away
He's tired of the masses he sticks to like clay
He walks the silk plains and travels alone,he's severed all contact with his past and his home

His potential may be realized and maybe it won't
He writes in his soul what his eyes have absorbed
They hear it and like it but they always want more

His soul's been exchanged by demons in suits
For MTV slots, platinum plaques,drugs,sex, and a bust in a room

The Diamond in the rough,no longer there lies
but he's had enough he's decided to fly

The fame and the fortune has darkened his day
It's tragic, but masses proclaim him cliche'

He knew they would view him as weak,and then scared
Nothing else mattered he was always prepared

He couldn't fear fear any longer inside
Alone in a tower a diamond he died


Details | Rhyme | |

Self voyage

hate this feeling like i'm sinking down, the ship i set on so confident so proud i was glad i left the shore, felt like an achievement didn't say good bye,was busy looking ahead didn't care about the long awaited truce i set on sail, surged with energy felt the wind on my face and its serenity but not that far i traveled and the energy became nausea the wind is hard and cold hitting my face disturbing my posture my feet are soaked, my tongue is salty the weather is hot but inside of me is so frosty my hair is a mess, tangled and wet my smiles gone, all i do is fret i left my shore to get somewhere in this sea of life and now my throats dry, my eyes teared,its hard to survive i want to go back, to the place i belong and its not in this world , its above and beyond..


Details | I do not know? | |

THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING

Shush be calm, it’s okay I’m right here,
You’re hugging my pillow and shedding a tear

You have my memory and I feel your heart,
Always forever till death do us part.

We’ll always have Paris and the empire state building
Watching the Bulls and the yankees out fielding 

But there’s nothing like kissing and the shared living touch,
and the holding of hands that we loved so much.

The smell of your perfume at the end of a day
Knowing that just before work we had shower play

Making love in the moon light the sun and the rain
The memories of beach the car and the plane

Running naked through sand dunes and chasing the sun
Naked moon bathing naming stars just for fun

It was always and only about just you and me,
And it always and shall be for eternity.

 Please don’t go just yet I have something to say
Then you can let my balloon float away

I thought I knew love and knew what to do
But it all went so wrong when I met you

My wires got crossed an my thinking went wonky
My smarts all went south on a pantomime donkey

But now that I’m gone I don’t want you to worry
I don’t want you to rush to get here in a hurry

It’s all down to you now to play and explore
Before you join my photo in our sons bottom draw

Thank you for sharing your life and your love
I’ll be watching you always from the blue skies above

From the wind in your hair to the moon in your eyes
 From the warmth of the sun and the sea and the skies

Feel loved and not spied on, I want your sprit to fly
I can’t live with the thought of making you cry.


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 3-

My eyes
Witness your departure
My eyes
Are dripping with hopelessness…
My eyes start to blur…
Melancholy put me under pressure…
Is there a cure to my disease? 

You don’t see
The shards of hope that once brought us back together
Just let me search for safety
I’m strong enough to realize that I’m no longer
The weakest prey out there…

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me whimpering like a distraught puppy left on the train tracks?

I’m close to my demise…save me and take me home

Nourish me…and be my beloved friend

Will this friendship last forever?

Hopefully it has no end

Will this cheerful moment help us get along with each other?

Because of you…I feel the need to run 
I keep an eye on you – I worry that you’ll hurt yourself again
Because of you…My freedom is nearly gone
I don’t wanna be caught off guard again
Because of you…EYE can’t picture a solution for our vexing dilemma 
Because of you…eye can’t focus on my long-term goal 

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you sense that I’m giving in to failure? 
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…I can’t endure 
The hardships that you place upon me…
Could you boost up my confidence to overcome 
My atrocious anxiety? 

I’m just waiting for some sun
To keep me in good hands…
To strengthen me with perseverance …
I’m just waiting until His son
Leads the world outtah Egypt and reveals to us…
His radiance…His dazzling Kingdom – 
Vibrant with glee

Your undying sympathy dawns upon us
I’m overflowing with indescribable joy  
You’re a candle in the night…
We meet eye to eye…
What a sight…what a precious sight


Details | I do not know? | |

looking back on the bad

i sit here on the tracks 
everything has changed 
i try to sort out these new facts

i was his number two 
I didn't know
 But now i do
and its time to look for 
someone new

today my old teddy provided no 
comfort
so im here instead 
  one of the few times im truly 
hurt

im looking back on the bad 
he was my number one
And now I'm  so sad

i run my fingers through the 
gravel
tears rolling down my cheeks
my world is slowly starting to 
unravel
 
im looking back on the bad 
but all i see is him
i think of what i thought i had 
 
I remember his sweet kisses
Tender moments I hope he 
Forever  misses 

I guess I never truly showed 
how I felt
How each time he warped me 
in his arms I would start to 
melt

I'm looking back in the bad 
And I'm ready to die
Ive wasted my trust
And I'm wondering why


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Woe Is Me

Words have no more Meaning I find myself Deadlocked In an Ethiopian Night I Could go recklessly on But with what Hope? Will I Glide on? The Only thing I can find is woe only woe, only me, woe is me Voided since the start I'm contradictory in Armenia desert Mountains are more like rusty daggers pierced in my stomach; what else is there but pain? only pain, only me, pain is me


Details | Free verse | |

The Spark

It was overwhelming, it was lovely
It was my definition of forever, it was empowering
I spread it into the sea
Into space, time, and everything in between or beyond
I spread it into their souls
I spread it throughout the forgotten dimensions

Betrayal, a curve ball
Unexpectedly knocking me from this universe
I floated, away from everything i had seen
I was spread, beyond the city
I was spread, further from the seas

Closer to the bottom
The light became dim
The light became an illusion
The truth had been unfolded beneath
Like a trench, eager to sub duct innocence of loyalty
For I had traveled so far...

The spark, what is now a burden
What now burns
For once, it lit the way
It guided the way that the mind created
The illusion we were eager to find

Now all that is left
And of course,
Only the foolish search for the spark


Details | Couplet | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Darts

Drops of sweat slip from my furrowed brow
Eyes squint, select a number and let fly now

Miss again, a millimetre is a mile once more
Aimed for triple twenty, only got double four

The walk of shame, my oh so familiar friend
Silence broken, on alcohol I forever depend

The steel point of eyes bore into my neck
My opponent leaves me a juddering wreck

I lose the match; the wife won’t give me a kiss 
I wish I could have been anything else than this... 


Details | Light Poetry | |

My Big Brother Is Watching You Too

"My Big Brother" up and down the street
  He could be anyone you meet
  Spying on you from the street
  Looking in from every beat
"My Big Brother" isn't that sweet

"My Big Brother" and I don't know why
  Casting in from above the sky
"My Big Brother" the commie spy
  Listening in do or die
  Bringing his book in
  Taught within
My Big Brother, 1-800-LET-US IN
  Caught with paper and a pen 
All because, "My Big Brother" let himself in


Details | Rhyme | |

Nuthin' Else To Do

It was a Tuesday night and dull boredom had set in
‘ thought I heard my ol’ car say: “Take us for a spin!
Go pickup Bobby Mac and maybe Cindy too,
‘Cause it’s Tuesday night … and there’s nothin’ else to do”.

Bobby Mac rode “shotgun” with Cindy in between
While I gripped that steerin’ wheel, and drove through Abilene
We stopped ’n got some soft drinks an’ an order of French fries
Then off we sped again - crusin’ ‘neath those Texas skies

Cindy’s eyes were sparklin’ when Bobby told a joke
Once I had to stop the car, ( ‘cause I had spilt my Coke!)
Then Bobby Mac, he asked me: “Just what can this car do …
Can it reach a hundred … or maybe go on through?”

I turned around and cruised on down to Ol’ Comanche Road.
I was rev’in’ up my engine, while the duel exhausts bellowed 
I popped the clutch - tires protested with their clouds of smoke
Horsepower erupted through every bore and stroke

The needle on the dashboard gauge was approaching one-oh-oh
And then I felt that right front tire when it decided to “let go”
It happened in a heartbeat, but slow motions’ what I see
For now I’ll relive that awful night for all eternity.

And Cindy has no sparkle left within her big brown eyes
And Bobby Mac’s no jokes to tell ‘neath those Texas skies
While I sit here on this cloud with Bob and Cindy Lou
… Now and forever more … they’ll be Nothin’ Else to Do. 

Don’t speed.


Details | Limerick | |

SMELL

if is nice don't think twice
if its bad am sad
to be near  a well
thats has a bad
SMELL



Details | Lyric | |

Lies Become Life

These are my scars
And I know they haven't gotten me far
But it's complicated
And this is who I am to be

They say everything happens for a reason
Well I have two cents worth a dime
To say nothing good about that line

This isn't really fair
I didn't ask for you to take it this way
I can't just walk away anymore
Keeping my head from that door
Your tricks don't keep it away anymore

This is how I choose it to be
It's the closest I am drowning to be free
And just leave me and let me see

Theres only one way to get it all away
I will stop at nothing and think it all off
Just play that beat and watch me hit the wall

This isn't really fair
I didn't ask for you to take it this way
I can't just walk away anymore
Keeping my head from that door
Your tricks don't keep it away anymore

I won't let you down
And hit the floor
There's apart of me thinking,
I can't do this anymore

I'm truly convinced
That telling you this lie
Will make it the truth in my life

I wont let us down
I'll keep my guard around
And watch my head hit the door
Am bound to fall down
My tears hit the floor
As I lay down
I know I ain't coming back for more

This isn't really fair
I didn't ask for you to take it this way
I can't just walk away anymore
Keeping my head from that door
Your tricks don't keep it away anymore


Details | Ballad | |

Discovery

Mr Wise Man, show me the way
I can't keep walking into walls all day

Quitting jobs wasn't easy but the reasons we're wrong
I felt like I was feeding King Kong
Left my life to help those that need it
Got mistreated, left, all to repeat it

The lessons are eternal they won't ever change,
That's your gift to me so that I won't be deranged.
So now that I have gotten better please give me my strength
My life is something that is losing it's length.

Mr Wise Man, show me the way
I can't keep walking into walls all day

Tolerance has always been my strongest feature,
Made me forget about every evil creature.
Test my limits all you want, I know it's vital
That is all a case of survival.

I don't know why I just keep trying
In the end I know I'll be dying.
My faith has been put to test
A test that will put me to rest

All the worlds I've been to
All the places I've gone through
Every single man woman and child
Every single one would make another mild

Stronger than the rest
This should make me the best
Or maybe it's best I don't know
Maybe it's best I just go

So Mr Wise Man, don't show me the way
I can't keep walking into walls all day

I'll walk my own path


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Confetti of Flesh

 
Would I rather go too slow,

Damp breath feeding the soil, 

worms to grow, an

old mans toil.

 

For me the answer is clear;

Though not today and I hope not here – 

To explode with love and feelings gold – 

Not too young and not too old

Wise enough to see my growth

But not old enough to have outgrown 

My sprit, 

Fun,

this place called home

That’s how to die

 

A confetti of flesh ruptures the Sky.

Feeding the air, water and earth.

Why you ask do I care how I die –

My love, that is the whole reason -

We’re here

to ask why.


Details | Terza Rima | |

THE INCURABLE SOCIETY'S ILLS

Two scales must always be within an approximate range
for an accurate weight, and the close relationship
between the Humankind and God must withstand any change.


Solutions must be found before catastrophe approaches,
and if we were caught by surprise, we would regret the outcome;
less trees should be cut down to make room for buildings.


Thieves, murderers and rapists should be held in contempt
and thrown into dungeons...instead of giving them cosy cells,
the Law admits that's just to punish, but inhumane to torment.


Nightly streets have been taken over by muggers, drug dealers
and prostitutes, now called escorts, haven't changed their lewd attitude;
even madams of the brothels open doors for the well-dressed sirs.


Society has gone mad, and it has condoned both sexes of equal desires;
never was Sodom and Gomorrah as iniquitous and lustful as this one;
God forbid...I entered this city and be found guilty of their perversions!


While on the outskirts, in run-down homes poverty duplicates its horrible woes,
politicians' corrupt hands are not seen...pocketing money that Congress approved; 
and the suffering of the poor is plagued by famines that turn into deadly diseases.


Crooked judges are manipulated by criminal defense lawyers who have handfuls of cash;
justice can never be served when criminals are given their parole, and the innocent, 
humble men are detained and put behind bars, because of their limited wealth.


Proud hearts see neither simplicity nor beauty in anything that evolves into splendid light; 
self-praise, greed, bluntness and invulnerability are the rules they live and swear by;
humbleness is unacceptable and insignificant...it's a virtue which diminishes their pride. 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | I do not know? | |

Serial Pt1

Pain is an afterthought anymore,
The pureness of it so fulfilling,

Not for me but for those I adore,
The wait until the kill thrilling,

Blood oozes from my knife galore,
The nature of the act so chilling,

Crimson red swarms the dark floor,
The end near now dawn is nearing,

Each act causes my rage to soar,
The police are close how trifling, 

Throwing caution out the door,
The next victim my true calling, 


Details | Rhyme | |

The Rain (the reply) By:Lakeyia Clark

The Rain…(the reply)(By: Lakeyia Clark 09/05/09)



If it’s always a rainy day...how can I see the sunshine
If the clouds never move...am I wasting my time
The clouds are like giants that I have to face
I’m an overachiever of course but will I win the race
Do you hear the rain and how its pouring down
Where is my happiness...it can’t be found...
Wanting much more for my child than I ever had
I still try to make it throughout the good and bad
Wrapped up in bondage from the things of my past
This pain is deep inside and I'm just wearing a mask
To cover up the pain that’s rooted deep within
To cover up the past and the hurt that nobody can mend
I don’t want to deal with it anymore
But I know I have a child to live for
The ugly truth has been revealed
In not so many words yet this is how I feel
With hatred and bitterness towards each and everyone
Men are viewed as predators and the damage is already done
But I try not to let that hold me back from succeeding
Though I'm happy now, my heart keeps bleeding
Bleeding from the beatings, cries, and scars
I try to erase them but they are what they are
Permanent damage to an innocent soul
Sleepless nights and I carry a load
Every night I sleep with the pain
Running from pain to be with what won’t hurt me
Crying out for happiness and to find my sanity
Every day I walk in the rain
But if I walk the other way what would be there
Would I be setting myself up for something I can’t bear
Would it be more of pain and less to gain
Or would it be a way for me to see through the rain


Details | Monorhyme | |

Upon Arrival

He discovered many lands, yet he was still an oppressor.
This place they called home, he was willing to conquer.
They would have been prepared for a tragic disaster,
Had they not been blind and thought of him as master
The sailors brought swords and were much more clever.
Like plants, their bodies were just left there to wither.
Beaten and deprived of that which they foster,
The pain and suffering they could bear no longer.
To have them not think that they were more fairer,
An infinite amount were destroyed through slaughter
To take into account an act more crueler,
On my very soul this event has put a damper.
What was back then, to be extinct hereafter,
Many presumed as a cultural encounter.





©RashanaKing2010


Details | Light Poetry | |

HOMLESS FAT LADY

she 's aloner
sits on the corner
her life is bash
she eat out the trash
her money is stash 
in a shopping cot
to her self she talks alot
some people call her sade
the
HOMELESS FAD LADY


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Survive

I no longer need your company I can no longer bear the guilt I can’t afford your love I can take care of myself Long search has left me winded How I see the world has shifted Now I don’t care where I am headed So scared of where I’ve been Woke up far away from me faced with a sordid mystery Surrounded by messy little pieces meaty pieces of a murdered heart Followed a twisted trail of blood back to an obliterated corpse Its head somewhere nearby Picked it up and found out it was me, of course No trace of fingerprints Not a shred of evidence To prove that someone else did this when I woke up inside It was then I simply tore my way out Now I don’t NEED your company No, I don’t need the GUILT You love costs too much for me I’ll destroy me ALL BY MYSELF!


Details | Free verse | |

When the lights are gone

It's beautiful, it burns
The most magnificent sight i have seen
It flows, it falls
Thy turn there heads, as my lens focus
The most perfect type of vision
The core of my eye widens,
It speaks, it whispers
The ending to a movie
It rolls, it sinks
It makes my heart pound
It overwhelms me, that there is nothing here but this
That this will soon one day be over,
My blood, it overflows
It twists, it falls,
It rises, it fights,
And in the end,
We are all glimmers of light
All that is here when the day turns to night
At the bottom of the ocean lie untouched skeletons,
A mountain range, with blue skies overhead
With shipwrecked cannons,
Unknown bodies, who fought for this beauty,
Unnamed faces, that will never be traced again,
What makes them different,
Is it what is beautiful, what we can't see
The darkness,
The fear,
The emptiness,
The beauty of nothing,
There is no truth,
The point past certainty,
Where nothing matters,
Because we are all the same,
Now that the lights are gone


Details | Acrostic | |

Love's Reverence, a cover of ''A Boat Beneath A Sunny Sky''

Chivalrist of pure intent
Honoured by the ears that lent
A tale recounted to content

Resplendant wonders brought to ear
Laments that draw an unseen tear
Evasion of the heart's deep fear

Soft young mind and placid eyes
Lucid to the tale's disguise
Unseeing the truth behind the lies

There upon the golden water
Wimsically listening to the lauder
Inclines the middle Liddell daughter

Days have come and years have passed
Golden evenings couldn't last
Erosionary time has swept too fast

Dreary dawns and bitter nights
Overcame the muse's might
Dead and gone, that fragile light

Greiving when his heart was tore
Secreted to land of lore
On through Wonderland he'll soar

Now to dream forevermore


Details | Lyric | |

Halloween's Song

Its your Halloween rave, having your mascaraed
With all your best friends from back in the day
Liz Lauren and Blake and while they're dressed like skanks
I'm on the front line of battle
Howlin like jackle with A real nasty cackle
puttin a razor blade in the sack of Blake's apples
crack in Lauren's snapple
Staddle Liz like mclovin
But I am more like faghole As I babble at her ass
Axe her fast and mash her up like cattle
Sneak back and tackle your dad and put him in shackles
Shove sour patch kids Down your trap and gaggle
Its abominable, so unbelievable
But its inevitable, the end is kissable
I have rattled these kids psyches 
squirming like a centipede, cutting them like celery 
hear their squeamish screams echo in the streets
as the  creepy bells of the chapel ring


I remain a mystery
You'll need nancy drew, and at least 3 of the hardee boys to find what I'm up to
Theres this gloom that looms down in your basement room
Consuming shrooms, enhaling fumes to escape your doom
Witches zoomin by on their brooms makin sonic booms
Quick call scooby doo, but I killed him too
You heard a loud pound cause I cut the fuse so you
Run away to a motel room, assuming your safe
And As you look the other way,
I got my fangs in your veins and stranglin your neck
Too bad you didn't text your friends to tell them who is next
Hmm let me think for a sec. As Hex your boy  rex 
with an incessant twitch, till he is dead in a ditch
Hang him from bunny man bridge
Yo dude turn the lights on
But there's no flip to switch , I have flipped the script
Its bewitched with no miss to kiss
Exorcist with no priest to dismiss the spirit

So the town clock strikes half past 3
There's one last gas before i must sleep
Or i will crash fast if the light touches me
Put on the mask jack, just like the sixth scream 
I need to grasp havoc, till i hear shrills and shrieks
Please back rabbit, these chills aint for teens
As I stick a cherry bomb in your moms exhaust pipe
Run up on you  with nine a knife, and the head of your wife
Its useless I'm the nuisance that's abusive yet conducive
To your fear that I am near So close I could whisper in your ear
Smell the shampoo in your hair Wipe the floor with your tears
And as you look up in the mirror
I'm there ready to smear your blood all over the chair
as I stab you with my spear I crush a coors beer then
Leave you re crops there dead, red spread on the floor
But I hear a knock on the door
Are you okay honey? "Yes mommy,  just got a cold sore"


Details | Lyric | |

In Your Love

Every time you kiss my lips 
I am drowning, I'm drowning
Like a never ending abyss
I am drowning, I'm drowning
Every time you whisper I miss you
I am drowning, I'm drowning
In your love,  in your love.

Life doesn't seem dangerous
When I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
Don't take it so serious
Cause I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
I don't care what they think of us
Cause I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
In your love, in your love

~ Leonard Napierskie


Details | Rhyme | |

Poetry About Poetry

Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows 
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs 
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp


Details | Pantoum | |

they helped to look for little Caylee

they helped to look for little Caylee,
in rugged woods, muddy lakes and ditches
endless days and nights, thousands searched
everywhere by foot, car, boat and air

in rugged woods, muddy lakes and ditches,
they tirelessly looked for signs of her--
everywhere by foot, car, boat and air;
hoping she had survived any danger

they tirelessly looked for signs of her,
while Caylee's family pleaded for her return,
hoping she had survived any danger--
until her mother confessed she had drown

while Caylee's family pleaded for her return,
endless days and nights, thousands searched;
until her mother confessed she had drown,
they helped to look for little Caylee


*FOR Pantoum CONTEST


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 2-

My eyes
Refuse to see tragedy
My eyes
Marinate in dread…unable to embrace ecstasy 

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just let me be
Leave me alone…hand me a gun

I yearn for unspoiled glory
To make me feel perfect once more
I yearn for flawless serenity
To make me feel no regret…don’t ignore
My calls…don’t hang up on me

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just hear my plea
Listen to my excruciating cries…
Listen to the truth, not the malicious lies  
Our journey has just begun   

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye can’t handle the stress
Let me release my horrendous distress
Eye can see you making that same mistake
At least MY life isn’t at stake

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…do You feel my lament
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…Stepped on like cement
I’m aching with discontent… I abhor this torment    
When will peace scrub off my fear?

I can’t believe my eyes
Your guiltiness flows into me…
I can’t believe I fell for your lies
Your heartless action rape my mind…you don’t see
What my EYES see…

You’ll never see 
How much pressure you put me under
Unchain me from this chamber
And watch me flee…

When will you be set free?


Details | Ballad | |

Stranded

Sitting in the dark,
Waiting for a spark.
Alone lost on an island,
No one, no familiar hand.
Sorrow sinking in,
Watching the storm begin.
Alone far away
For far longer than a day.

Sitting on the sand,
Observing sea and land.
Alone near the ocean,
Rain the only potion.
Gazing at the moon,
Hoping night may pass soon.
Alone in a place so far,
Home feeling as distant as a star.


Details | Free verse | |

The Separation of Life

Life as unexplained to the little mind
Grown to the desires of teaching
Separated by the essence of value
The little girl and her silver nugget
Will grow to appreciate all
That is of her demand
So be it the little boy of lesser value
With his silver plated nickels in hand
He will appreciate all
That is earned
Friends these two of a wonderful life
Childhood thoughts bring childhood dreams
However, to the child the scheme is vacant
Unlearned in their willingness to play
Walks and talks these children have
In the room of the open wood
Together in games of Robin Hood.

Tens and twelve’s are coming
Teens will begin a new day
The separation of life
By the saturation of value
A rose for you my love but yet,
You give me a whisper
   “My mommy says I should never talk to you again
You are not as important as I
Can never be as I am
Though I love you dearly
We can no longer be friends”
A growing young man sits in a room
Of nothing; staring,
At twenty jars of silver plated nickels
A single teardrop falls
   “She was to be my wife”
The separation of life.


Details | Lyric | |

California Girl

Saw a girl walkin’ down the road
Stopped to talk, then that pretty face glowed
"Hey there girl, where ya headin’?"
"California, babe. You’re a swinger I’m bettin’."

California Girl was her name
Thought life was just a game
Lived too fast, lived too hard
Now she’s been dealt her last card

We were drivin’ down the highway
Told her she was goin’ my way
To California, the place of dreams
The place of lies, the place of schemes

California Girl was her name
Put her momma to shame
Endulged too much, had a little more
Now she’s left this world, what for?

Made it to California, what a sight to see
We were gonna rule it all, just her and me
Stopped into this little hotel she knew
Not a lotta people were there, only a few

California Girl was her name
Never wanted to be the same
She had everything, she had it all
But then her life took a horrible fall

This hotel was heaven, you know
They offered grass, they offered snow
She vanished for hours then came back
I knew our lives had left the track

California Girl was her name
Knew she was destined for money and fame
Played the good boys, loved the bad
She never even knew of the life she had

A month into our hotel stay
My baby California Girl had begun to stray
Woke up late one night to find her dead
Layin’ on the floor right next to my bed

California Girl was her name
Thought life was just a game
Lived too fast, lived too hard
Now she’s been dealt her last card


Details | Rhyme | |

A Tragic Day

Up the steep wall Scotty climbed, soon he would be out of time
The ravine stood proud and tall, death was waiting if he'd fall
Down below they snapped their jaws, flung and threw their angry claws
Their eyes, they swirled round and round, hoping supper would be found

Scotty looked up, up above, he longed just to save his love
Lucy stood, tear in her eye, her face showed pain and she cried
Lucy wore a belt of rope, not by choice, not by her vote
A bandit had tied her there, took her purse, left without care

Scotty did put up a fight, Scotty fought with all his might
He got pushed over the edge, the bandit laughed from the ledge
Two hearts beat for each other, hoping not for another
Several more steps tot he top, love would not let Scotty stop

He huffed and puffed, pressing on, his strength was weak but not gone
Almost there, a few more feet, upon his face the sun beat
Then the edge found his bare hand, finally! the thought was grand
One more heave, Scotty was up, he stood, he held the golden cup

He ran straight for Lucy's side, happy they were, smiles wide
"Lucy, Lucy, I love you!" they were safe, their love was true
The day had been filled with fear, but that has now past, joy is here
The sunset now danced with glee, sadness was gone, jubilee


Details | Epic | |

Hell To The Grave Part 1

Hell freezes over. Fire into ice. 
Ice…but without the chill, the cold.
I try to rethink how this happened. 
How a world so green, so vibrant, become hell. 
And now a pale white wasteland.

Agony to relief. A relief that can’t possibly last. 
Impossibilities. A dream. Numbness.
As I emerge from my shelter, built to withstand dry heat, not cool precipitation.
I wonder at the beauty of this new and strange world.
The scorching I’ve received, now soothed by the cooler air.
Miniscule crystals, floating slowly to the earth, sticking to my hair. 
Like dust. Not cold.

I see others as well, marveling at this white world,
 revealing themselves to be inadequately clothed for this overnight change.
I hear a child’s laughter, excited screams as she experiences the cold for the first time.

I turn to watch, a smile on my face. 
There in the white, brash scarlet stains the pureness. 
The girl’s excitement turns to anguish.
She clutches her head, letting out a piercing cry.
Before my eyes, she transforms. 
Her arms, becoming broken and lengthy, ending in tentacles.
Her face, distorted beyond recognition.

More cries, bawling, hammering of fists.
All around me, those whom I’ve grown up with become unrecognizable.
Their skin becomes a sickly green beige, the colour of vomit.

Suddenly everything stops. Silence…






Details | Free verse | |

Alone

I’m alone journey on this quest of life 
I’m alone trying to paint a life
I’m alone in this holy karma pilgrim 
I’m alone resting on the feet of unknown

Hail upon God and devils
Puppets Smile on hypocrite lips
Measuring as caser crumble
Perish then I refuse 

A shallow star in a far distant
To triumph or fall into this life journey
Created and recreated destiny
Whirling in the Abyss of existence 
Motionless and im Alone


Insignia 
 
Isa


Details | Free verse | |

Another day

Another day, the sun rises
Life lived in bland monotony
I find at best I am complacent
existing on the borderline of contentment
 
It's rarely found to be of favor
but everyday you'll find me here
Waiting patiently for another chance
to leave my mark on so dull a world
 
Maybe today will be the day
that this bleak existence I suffer
Finally gives way to a new spark
and I find excitement has been born
 
I wish only to have a moment
A brief passing of time
Let me live my fifteen minutes
dancing quietly in the spotlight
 
Another day, the sun sets
I look out my window
With a sigh I find my bed
Another day passed,
Another day wasted.


Details | Free verse | |

Valentine

Soory silly Valentine
but, yes I have to go
I'll pack my things
and leave tonight
head for the open road
I don't know wher i'm going
or how I'll get there yet
The calender is marked
Tank is full
and my raincoat's soaking wet

Sorry, silly Valentine
and I apologize
but I need something more than this
I need bluer skies
Well I'm going someplace wonderful
and I will bring you there someday
For right you are too little
So, I must be on my way

Sorry, silly VValentine 
I'll bring you something back
all things special, just like you
safe here in my sack
With the keys in the ignition
and the heater up on high
Here is the part I dread the most--
time to say..good bye.


Details | I do not know? | |

boungiorno

hello! hey! boungiorno! what is the date?/
this world of dimensions created duality/
no letters/ no words/ are enough to express/
someone like you/ in reality/

i filled all your emptines/ MY still quiet bay/
as Jhon opened world in his Yoko/
you searched perfect princes/ looked for "right him"/
now at only one overman looking/

i swear/ i will hold you/ as much as i can/
would become all the axes/ and outer space/
voice is speared by the screaming wind/
falling down/ flakes to your place/

going crazy just seeing your knees/
don't regret anything/ my Benito/
unbelievable/ perfect/ unbearable/
you whisper/ "la comedia e finita"//


Details | Free verse | |

Wanderer

A dusty old town-so quiet
a man, a traveler
takes off his pack-so heavy
and reclines for a rest.

they dont know his name, they never do
they wont even bother to ask
he troubles them-his mysterious past
leads them to prejudiced views

but were one to ask, for if naught but a name
what would this traveler say- would he speak?
a word, no. a name, he would give them and pass
"Im Wanderer, the world is my street."

Wanderer-what a name
does it signify much of his life
or is it a code- a cypher?
an enigma to his past.



Details | Free verse | |

The Wasteland -part 2-

A long time passes and I am still here Silently insulting, brutally weeping But then I lift my head from the ground To see him standing there Towering over me in all endeavor of quietude Was he there the entire time? I feel his eyes but see only his stare I am dreaming again Has he returned to guide me? To frighten me back into reality? Who are you, entity of fear? I know death draws me near— But why, oh mystery, do you linger here? He never answers me, though still I try Why are you here? Must you hate me too? He pulls me up staring me down His thin, sophisticated form makes me feel hollow Empty features burning my vision As he bends facing me I never want to see your face again See, that’s why I hide. . . Why, I ask, my voice croaking Tell me why. . . He takes my hand as I cringe Walking me to the edge, his head tilted my way I shake like a dried leaf on the brink of autumn A small, pathetic part of me wants to thank him To believe all of this. . .is right How though, can I trust his blank sincerity? I am the only. . .the lonely But there he is beside me His long fingers intermingling in mine The sense of fear and confusion Sticking to me like grime I am the Slender Man—I am—your friend And for once I let him embrace me I cannot bear to flee He tenses and tightens his grip Dreading I may slip away in panic Please stay. . .please stay Soon it will all just go away. . . He is warm against me—alive Breathing slowly, I feel the beating of his heart Bashing my nerves—blurring my mind Tingles shoot down my spine As I stand there, so close to him We watch a sagging sunset As tears flow down my infected eyes I have learned to fly. . .to embrace the lies Squeezing my hand he holds me close As the black sun wearily lifts its head one last time Only to sink from its post I never want to see your face again See, that’s why I lie Slender Man cradles me in his tendrils Surrounding me like I am its sickly nourishment Whispering comforting falsehood I gaze beyond the wasteland Beyond myself. . . But there I find nothing Hand in hand we walk over the edge Heading yonder into the sheer, sweet Nothingness The demons watch us disappear Grinning from ear to ear I cannot see them now. . . But I can smell their fear -January 26, 2013-


Details | Free verse | |

Barnacles on Bones

  Sirens call
       And tempests toss
      
        The Dutchman asks his due.

 Scythed by moonlight
        the dark crystal sea beckons
 To the romantic, the foolhardy
          The adventurous and unwise.
 
   The sea is a wicked lover
 Every seven years
           You’ll threaten her yoke
                   Tempted by the land
            

   But Lorelei will not be idle.
   Your song she will yet sing

sinewy seaweed snakes
round your limbs
pulling you

Under
Under
Under
 
As bubbles like drowned pearls
Leave your lips like a kiss


Details | I do not know? | |

Path Unwalked

Been everywhere, but no where at all
Headed down a path that's not there
To a place inside my head
Trying to find myself
Only to lose everything I had
I lost my sanity
The hand that held my heart
I lost my mind on that rocky road
Lost control of emotions
I never knew were there
Through my double vision
I see things I want to see
The outstretched hand I run to hold
The heart I yearn to keep
I see my imagination run astray
And my insanity keeping me alive
These things are not real
They never will be true
Headed down a path, but motionless I stand
Look around to see where I've gone
Been everywhere, but no where at all


Details | Blank verse | |

Alone With No Sense Of Direction

I am a lost person, but I am not alone.
I make choices in my life and I choose to let go.
I need a change of space, and my lyrical notes,
The beauty and the face should fade, but more I want to grow.
The nobility in life is sad, when madness is a nuisance and insanity a fad.
I have some regrets, some I can't forget,
but If I can't forgive myself, then who will forgive my sins?
I'll give it my all, and pray I win.
I'll keep my heart locked and throw away the key,
never let anyone inside, so I can remain free.
Can I question a higher power, or would I be dead,
The scum of the earth, creating poetry that is read,
by the mindless masses, blaming the heart to death,
I hope this will heal me, burning the past, 
The beauty in the innocence, never really lasts.
I have a feeling tonight will open my eyes, 
and guide me too the light instead of lies.
I'm praying to god that you are how I think you are,
because I need compassion, not just a broken heart.
I don't know why I like you, but you seem to close to part.
Please don't leave me here, surrounded in the dark.


Details | Lyric | |

I'm the Knife

I said, “Take my hand, girl, let’s go for a ride.
You gotta choose soon, you gotta pick a side.
Pick me, the good, or pick them, the bad."
She said, "Babe, I pick you." That made me pretty glad
We left Chicago, we chose route 66
Headed to Santa Fe to get our fix
Took a hit before we left, one hit for the road
Then we stopped in St. Louis to lighten the load

Takin' this ride was the worst decision
Cut your family in two, like an incision
The knife was me, babe, I'm the knife
Your family won't be happy with your life

Drained a bottle of Bourbon before we started our day
"Drivin' crazy is the best." We always say
The highway was our freedom, our only way out
Never thought this road would end, we didn't have a doubt
Stopped in Oklahoma City, where the fields are endless
We only had each other, it seemed we were friendless
Drained another bottle when we checked in for the night
Got crazy, made some love, and had a fight

Takin' this ride was the worst decision
Cut your family in two, like an incision
The knife was me, babe, I'm the knife
Your family won't be happy with your life
The knife was me, babe, I'm the knife
I don't know why you put me through this strife

Hit the road in the mornin', too early it felt
Checked on my arm and saw I had a welt
Well, my baby hits hard when the whiskey runs wild
Only time I love her is when her temper is mild
Stopped at Amarillo, ‘cause our car overheated
My baby said to me, “I don’t like the way I’m treated!
When you tell me you love me you're never serious!"
I said, "Baby, I love you, you're just delirious."

Takin’ this ride was the worst decision
Cut your family in two, like an incision
The knife was me, babe, I’m the knife
Your family won’t be happy with your life
The knife was me, babe, I'm the knife
When we get to Santa Fe you'll be my wife

Saw a sign, "Welcome to Santa Fe!",  filled us with joy 
Took a look at my girl, she sighed and played it coy
Took my eyes off the road just for a second
Then that light came, well it did beckon
Smashed my foot on the brakes, plowed into a truck
"Well," I said to my baby, "That's just our luck.
But don't worry we made it to Santa Fe!"
Too bad my baby's soul had flown away

Takin’ this ride was the worst decision
Cut your life short like an incision
The knife was me, babe, I’m the knife
Your family won’t be happy what I did to your life
The knife was me, babe, I'm the knife
I regret it all, what I did to your life


Details | Rhyme | |

WYME 1

my destiny I have to resume
my purpose or so I presume
all doubt I have to exhume
responsibility I have to assume
its really never too late
or maybe it’s just fate
only God gives a clean slate
even when we have lots on our plate
people so particular about dates
all this time they use to hate
showing no pity even to sister kate
with perdition as their right-hand mate
I dream of a season
When I’ll finally see reason
The cause and need for all this treason
In a world where all trust is dead
Judgement day lies in wait like a bed
Unto lies we are lead
Into the abyss of uncertainty we’re spread
Sometimes I think I need a breather
I just can’t take it
Hook, line and sinker
There is so much at  stake
See how they tinker
Or dignity they finger
Our death-beds they make
Their lies flow forth like a lake
While in suffering we sleep and wake
It’s time we opened our mouth to talk
And oh, they’re gonna hear it all in bulk
My words are gonna hit them like the hulk
I’m so tired of sitting to sulk
In any event that I lose my life
At last I’ll escape for all this strife.


Details | Verse | |

JOURNEYMAN

Instinctively moving through time, my judgement results in my pain, at times it feels like this 
world is unfamiliar or just does not entertain my triumph. Too many days endured 
emotionless, thoughtless, does my heart beat in vain because it has not a purpose. 
Recognizing my surface is a struggle, better days have to be ahead, only the strongest 
survive in an era where being strong is not good enough. I long for a companion with a silk 
heart trimmed in gold, a queen who is uplifting, i need strength at my weakest points. For so 
long i have been loyal without reward, do i dare view ones reflection in the mirror, sacrifice 
is the key element to my joy, true happiness is on reserve.


Details | ABC | |

Verbally Twisted

My vocabulary might be a little bent and dented but its mostly twisted, 
a self-made dictionary with a little dark thought and white light in life and craziness itself mixed in it,
 I get up in the morn ready to take the day on after just one egg on a pancake biscuit,
 I got the recipe for verbal insanity just give me the egg beater and with this vocabulary I'll mix in it,
 break the word batter down like a plumber leaking water until I re fix it, 
I got one of kind writing style its too unique for any typical fool to ****en miss it,
 I got the entertainment on writing just ask me for one and I wont sell it I'll just give you a free Se7en King ticket,
 I get your mind thought high so high in the sky lifted, 
I can give a two flying ****s if my haters say I aint got talent because these words they self so freaking gifted,
 I make poems shake like earthquakes fools cant you see how my words already got your mind shifted,
 This poem is my girl I kiss it, 
This poem is just like my weed i roll up and ****ing hit it, 
This word written *****is so addictive, 
Drugs and alcohol so self-conflictive, 
now how can this king ever, ever quit it, 
These words are dying I better get some gas for this verbal car like weed everyday I better get it,
 I live the life of a young Shakespeare I write like I cant ever regret it, 
I put this poetry *****on the line with my own life dont think I wont bet it? 
So **** you, they, them, her and even me, yeah there I done said it, 
letting go of poetic gun shells firing poetic unleaded, 
shooting cowardice poets like paper shredded, 
where many young lost crooked souls go unfed den, 
watch where your two feet may be treading, 
you got to watch your surrounding so much they circle around the same setting, 
**** Life until death say's otherwise, 
I'm just kind of crazy like that I'm just a little TWISTZTED.... TWISTIFIED...


Details | Free verse | |

Sugar Sick Sweet Lullabies

I had this dream last night and it was perfect 
It was everything I wanted my life to seem
So when I opened my eyes to this bright sunlight
I realized some things weren't the way that they should be

I put my feet into my shoes, which are old and dusty and 
I don't remember when they were ever clean
I ran around my town asking people for my purpose
And none of their answers seemed to fit alright

Come keep me at bay
Cause the world's spitting us all out one by one
And we've all sinned enough to know that we're gonna die someday

I've tried to be myself but I'm running low on health
To fight all those who tell me to be a certain way
Though I don't cry out my eyes every time that a stitch undoes itself
Cause nobody's gonna save you when can save yourself, darling

Even at a quarter after noon mothers are singing their babies 
Sugar sick sweet lullabies that I know all too well
Haven't you ever noticed the way that their voices crack 
When the child forgets the words and the tune stays with them alone?

Come keep me at bay
Cause the world's spitting us all out one by one
And we've all sinned enough to know that we're gonna die someday


Details | Rhyme | |

I Had Lost Him in the War

The sun was creeping through the windowpane
I lifted my head to see sparkling dewdrops from the rain
And in the fields, I saw someone slowly walking
He almost looked familiar, yet his face was shocking
As he came ever nearer, 
The realities of the war at hand were never clearer

My son’s right eye was simply no more
And his left eye was shyly cast down to the floor
He embraced me, sobbing, but relieved
To be so courteously and kindly received

The day my son returned was the day my husband died
It was the day when all my family sat there and cried
Sheets of tears from both eye sockets
Were seen on the soldier’s cheeks as he put his hands in his pockets

I told him gently that Dad was proud of him
His expression was grim…

The clouds ever looming over our home
He talks so little; he’ll contemplate and roam
The farm is tended to and the garden does flourish
The fruits and vegetables of our harvest will nourish
But as we are easily healthy and fed,
My son is stricken in panic and dread

He wakes up in the middle of the night
Clutching onto Dad’s photograph for dear life
The horrors he has witnessed I shall never know
And the gardens of his remaining youth shall never grow

Limping in the evening, he cleans his plate without complaint
I miss the days he used to pick on me—calling my main dishes plain
I miss his personality, his wit, his SOUL
I must learn now to rake his remnants across the coal

In the brink of sadness and stillness…

The bomb hits me to the innermost core
I HAD LOST HIM IN THE WAR


Details | Free verse | |

Unknown

I've read too many books
I've heard too many songs
I've seen too many things
to know where I belong.
To know where I fit in
along which walk of life.
I yearn not for the truth
But for a guiding light
I want to find a prince
A struggle, and a quest
I want to fight with skill
a sword upon my waist
I want to scream and yell
with all the angry crowds
I want to conquer all,
and rest in golden halls
I want my words to weave
a canopy of life
I want my stories told
To children when I die
I want to live a life
of beauty, love, and war
I want my eyes to shine,
I want my wings to soar
Alas it cannot be
The time for that is past
My dreams will never be
The world I long for never was
It's driven me insane
For when I hear the calls,
the symphony of where I ought to be
it's Powersurging thrall
The tears begin to flow
For what I'll never see
The minds that wrought my world
are cruel minds indeed.


Details | Lyric | |

Fear of Free falling

Pounding against the shore
My heart beats 
Filling up my face, my hands, my cheeks with heat
Tears begin to role.
Tumbling down, like fireballs. 
Passionate …igniting, reviving as it goes
Why oh why! Am I at despair?
Vulnerable! Exposed! My heart stripped bare
An open book for you to read
Yet shaken up with despair I feel
The thunder of doubt begins to creep
Never have I embarked on this before
Yet unknowingly, deep down I yearn! I crave for more
A sea of contemplation, an abyss of hazy expectations
Pounding against the shore my heart beats
Filling my face, my cheeks, my hands…
As you go, with heat
Rising me to utmost crest 
Elevating higher then Mount Everest
Loving you more all the way
But yet! I dare not undrape my sentiments
For you, like others might not cradle them
For fear of freefalling
Yet….i hear your heart shrieking out my name 
Half shocked, half heart, I am to blame.


Details | Free verse | |

KING SOLOMON'S HOUSE


As the dusk beacons
And the night commingle with the day   
Confusion rented the air 
It was an un-endless arrival of him we await
He it the one, King Solomon

Solomon’s Eve unlock her feelings
She wept and we waited,
For the King of the house who left
His throne to no destination 

This King had little of Solomon’s wisdom
But shared more of his adultery
With his cup of wine always full to a fault
Drunkard was his middle name
All his fellow drunkard Kings
Had no clue of him  
Yet, the night twinkle away

The In-law with the baby in her arms hissed
Two hours went pass the midnight
Still, it was a house full of darkness
His Eve unbolt more of her to me
As she sobs her way to sleep
“He his dead drunk again”
Shall we all sleep, less we loose our night
King Solomon is alive with no live
But drunk in the arms of a concubine” 
Darkness exit, as the cockcrows.



Alayande Stephen T.
21st of June 2007
10.15am


In Iba, conceptualized for the scene at my friend’s place OSB.



Details | Rhyme | |

Abide in the Light

You abide in the light
I’ll miss you…when you venture off at night 
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t leave me…   

Forgive me for drifting away from you… 

Please forgive me…
Please don’t ignore me…
Hear my pleas…don’t turn the other direction…
Run with me…into heaven’s light

I’ve given you my soul…
I’ve shared with you my melody
I’ve fed you until you were full…
I’ve healed you when you were under the weather…
I’ve tried to bring us back together

You hang on the rope of hope
I’ll rely on you…I’ll cling to you… 
You saved me from subsiding into the obscure abyss

Don’t reject me…
Don’t depart from me…
Don’t release me…

Respect me for who I’ve become
Please respect me…
Honor my presence 
Protect me from any sort of harm  
Is it in your nature to relieve my anguish? 

I’ve been driven away by my affliction 
I’ve set you free from Egypt…and lead you to the Promise Land 
Have you forgotten my affection? 
I’ve tried to empathize what you’re going through – I’ve gave you a helping hand
Don’t you understand? Will you ever understand? 

You abide in the light 
I’ll miss you…when you depart from my heart
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t mourn for me… 

Forgive me for wishing for your absence…
Please forgive me…
Please don’t give up on me…
Hear my side of the story… don’t turn the other direction…

I’m still training for perfection    

Run with me…until we arrive at home 
Hold my hand and we’ll take divine flight 
I’ve cherished you for so long
I’ve lead you to my home town – 
Do you remember where you and I belong?

I’ve given you my trust…
I’ve shared with you my dreams
You’re an apple to my eye

You were my angel of grace, promising concord –
Bestowing blessings upon me 
Your vitality never wears off…

You were my lamp – 
Glowing with serenity and elation
Tranquilizing my mind from despair and unease

I’ll never regret…meeting you that magnificent night 
I knew that that was love at first sight
The moment you stepped foot into the light 


Details | Free verse | |

Sailor's Warning- 5

-For the broken sailor-

Alone:
ship's tattered,
sail's worn,
how I'm torn.
Stolen
was the sea from
the boat.
Immovable 
is the boat
from this spot.
How hurt I remain.


Details | Ballad | |

Josette, Drive the Faerie out of me

She's Lost--I'm the one left to blame Forsaken by my potent manipulating game I've killed the one, My starcrossed heart Desires ...But not By My hands I Try To Follow her ghost But the fog and mist are too strong My eyes are rendered useless "You're Never going to Find Josette" The netherworld Spirits sang I Won't lose Heart I Will Win this Fight For My Sacred Josette's Right to Life This is what happens when The Devil's Adovocate Falls for Jesus's Greatest Bride This is what happens When The life of the disease Loves the cure it desperately hates Drives you mad But Wasn't I already? Josette, I'm begging you To Drive the Faerie out of Me


Details | Prose | |

Yesterday's Summer

Summer

A lovely day that brought for series of endearing moments -

From the boat ride on the sea shore to the horizon of wide blue-green ocean
His eyes wander- like a fisherman’s hope-
Waiting, counting, and watching in close detail every scene to observe
The waves touched the wooden paddle with astray -strong hump.
His hand grips mine, a careful touch of comfort 
I guess he was scared from the uncertain buoyancy of water waves to balance.
Then he gazed up as if trying to catch the approaching sunlight beam 
and inhale in deep gratitude for the next tides were about to catch.
My Heart stops—and beats aloud.
I was astonished for a moment, captive by the boy, 
How he become someone new- Someone who attracts vulnerability of natures beauty and deceitful threads on fear of the unknown.
Should I smile dearly to hide my amusement? 
Or let the clear blue waves mirror the admiration of my heart?
I let be.
Reaching an island of hopes and wishes,
We walked to discover what lies beneath.
I found the lovely pebbles by the sand then collectively picked each purely form corals
He told me- These could mean more than the Jewelry I have to treasure.
He- then, found a solid rock formation from the mountain floors- 
I told him, this shelter can make you feel haunted and home 
And we laugh with ambivalent for our mischief.
By noon we swim with the fishes 
And patiently waits for the sunset to kiss his lovely sea, 
just like how it kissed our skinned to tanned.
He leaned and gave me embraces as the sky slowly turned 
to a beautifully lighted darkness- 
I felt warmed, and secured by his unexplained gestures.
He lie next to me, as He count my wishes as a cursed
To the stars that have to sacrifice and die. 
I told him- not to worry about the dying stars instead  live gazing up to thank them every night, and he smiled forcefully.
And we slept together through the calm sea sand bed..
He was all with me in an island of yesterday’s summer  
He was completely there, before I close my eyes,
Before the wind blows cold, before the sunsets turned grey-
And my ashes returned to seas. 

--km


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Mixmatch

smooth mellow always sallow 
never foolish but continue to repeating
this EVOL  stay falling for my
devotion and lies 
forever trying to spell together 
fighting to stay alive.....


Details | Light Poetry | |

BACK TO SOUL

with rap
you adat
to me it just slap
am from old school
love the sad and bad news
its still goal
i unload
with the true is told
BACK TO SOUL


Details | Haiku | |

In Bluff





The grumpy Cape skies whipped wrath unto all of it. Everybody cried.
April 16, 2014


Details | Classicism | |

Noone Will Ever Take Your Place

Everyday I listen to songs that remind me of you,
 I miss you so much I feel lost I dont even know what to do
 This is the hardest thing I ever had to go threw.
I would give anything just to have you back, 
But I know thats not gonna ever happen so I dont know how to act.
Now your miles & miles away,
 If I had one wish it would be for you to stay. 
I just hope your happy and okay.
Since I cant tell you I love you to your face
 I'm writing you this poem to let you know 
our memories noone can erase and in my life
 noone will ever take your place.


Details | Narrative | |

Red Eyes and Sinister Looks

Chains, hay forks, knives, and a hollow whisper,
become more true and sinister.
Halt in the middle of the moon light, 
and a waver image soon is no delight.
Voices run a muck in the head, 
so not calming you wish you were dead.
Gushing blood through the eye
not an image that you would rely.
Nails stuck on your neck with such pain
so your paralyze just little life sustain.
Hoodlums terrorizing people running a muck
did not really know they are in luck.
More dangerous beings are out their
to commit such act and with sinister stare.
Laughing with haunting echo's through
is an aspect of fear can imbue.
The wind changes direction to smother
the echoing sound of laughter.
The panicking state that you are in
soon drives a knife within.
Blood rushing out of your vain
a crucial part of your life dropping like rain.
Running without a destination
you will never reach anyone of your relation.
Sliding your body on a wall
keeping your fall in a stall.
Red eyes you can see it at night
is soon devouring you with little bite.
Changing your belief with tonics of relief
and it is to late to turn a new leaf.
Ears start to deceive the animals sound
eating limbs are chewing around.
Slowly your red eyes steadily getting heavy
is starting to take your life with a levy.
Dropping down with no attitude
and your life force slowly loses altitude.
Breathing comes not so easy
smelling flesh seems so beastly.
The change comes a desire
with frightening red eyes of fire.
Comes more lethal than the hoodlums 
your heart beating like drums.
Your hand becomes all fury
claws come out and your howl with furry.
Trance your in with no one to blame
a rage thats hundreds of centuries of flame.
Rising from a slumber of long lust
a animal instinct that you can trust.
Tearing things apart with no meaning
is a trait that is so deceiving.
Red eyes at night you see in a window
like a poisonous black widow.
Keeps you in attack mode of insanity
that takes all your vanity.
Ferocious emotions eating away
the soul that you had once betray.
The echoing sounds of loud thunder
breaks away the armor with sunder.
You fall once again to torturous agony
the feeling of one self is so lonely.
Shaking in the corner you are found
with blood soaked skin you drowned.
The night becomes day cruel in some way
your memories go in disarray.
The hunters with torches and sinister look
had parted way their hands shook.


Details | Blank verse | |

horse

a horse came to me 
he was singing a song well 
and laughing to the hell 
must be crazy, must be mad 
but deep inside he was very sad 
he had no place to live 
he had no place to dwell 
his sweet heart was gone 
and his life was spoiled. 
his colour was shiny white 
and had darkest eyes 
he was free to roam and eat 
but could not find 
a place under greedy and selfish skies 
he came to me  
to tell his sorrows 
but i could not help 
i was sad too 
then we both sing a song well well 
and we both laughed to the hell 


Details | Haiku | |

Rainy Times

Rain-rain-rain-rain-rain;
Comes and goes and goes and goes!
Moon chants and sun cries...


Details | I do not know? | |

A long line of scallywags

I love my son he's always chipper
he's my scallywag and I'm the skipper
and the apple does'nt fall far from the tree
he's menatly challenged just like me!

and even though his dad's a zero
"hey dad your my hero!"
having fun is all he's wishing
"hey dad ya wanna go fishin?"

lost the house a home we have not
"hey dad looky what I caught!"
no business financal ruin we sank
"aww dad you can have my piggy bank"

rich kids need toys to have fun
"love you dad!" "love you son!"
think no toys would make him sad?
such a good boy "your the best dad!"

now I know I won't always live forever
"hey dad we always be together?"
"no worries son just stay chipper
you'll have your own scallywag and you'll be the skipper!"

by Captain Mike Harris and his son


Details | Narrative | |

Night of the Ghost Knight...

Tender Rose! watch tonight
I reach thee there, in a wondrous flight
Sighs, storms not any more
as wanton winds soften the roar.
Tearing apart the paths I 'll be
trotting triumph through the untamed sea
hold unto thy dreams for a while
as riding I come charging the vile.
Queen of hearts, my charming bride!
shining I near over the tide
Danger, Death my old delight
truest promise tonight, must see the light.
Dogs, savages of the dark
Come an' they shall be ripped apart
Guides me truly...heavenly a spark
never let Fear rule thy heart.
The moment I kiss this castle enchanted
my silver armor in crimson painted
four or forty heads...I need not know
though fiery monsters shall be lying low
Moonlit sword shall drink the sun
the fire of my breast shall make them burn
Fear not faerie queen then, my faerie dove!
witnesses every move...the angel of love.
Softly like rain...fall into my arms
O' Heavens! Thy countless ethereal charms!
I shall fly thee...through kind the flashes of the moonbeams
away from tempests...to mid summer's night's dreams.!
Unpin the braid...we'll sail in the wind
hoofs won't touch the hard roads blind
into the sea of love...where no chains can bind
as mortal fear, mundane terrains...we leave behind...


Note-As the sailors enter the Thorde sea...they can hear a faint voice singing. As they 
move further deep into the waters...the wind all of a sudden hums low an' the voice grows 
distinct. A clear ringing voice...pain or ecstasy, they cannot make out. It sings of a deathly 
night...of a Knight an' his beloved...the rescue an' an almost successful escape. That 
night..as the two approach the sea...the knight finds his ship...set ablaze by some 
treacherous spirit...gone unbeaten. At this moment of great fix...ten arrows strike the knight 
from the back...poison tipped. The beloved princess is speechless in ecstasy...an' she 
knows nothing of this immediate dreadful strike. As a knight ...never falls or fails...he looks 
above, at the gleaming heaven in earnest pray...an' with his beloved holding him close; he 
storms into the sea with the horse. The waves this moonlit night...remind you the tale once 
more....as in above...


Details | Rhyme | |

The Old House and the New Home

The Old House and the New Home
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I’ve lived in houses in the country side
There with my family I did abide
By the dust and gravel of a country road
Much pride was taken in our humble abode

I’ve lived in houses perched on a hill
Many of which are not standing still
They provided shelter in their time
Provoked memories that make life rhyme 

I’ve lived in a house on a city street
Where the neighbors came out at night to meet
I’ve lived in houses made of wood and stone
On avenues where children could safely roam

I’ve lived in houses of mortar and brick
Where driveways were paved and the grass was thick
I’ve enjoyed houses far better than most
Where friends would come and I could serve as host

But my current house seems like a foreign land
Where everyone wants to lend me a hand
Living in this place is not my desire
Of this arrangement I easily tire

The time has come for me to leave
To this old house I will not cleave
I no longer want a cottage here below
To a fine home in heaven soon I will go.

I long not for a mansion or streets of gold
But just a place where I will never grow old
A place where pain and sadness are never more
Where happiness is found on every shore

I am eager, yes ready, to move out
To possess my new home with a shout!
The promised home Jesus went to prepare
Death please come quickly, I want to be there.


Details | Ballad | |

a new york warmth

On and on  I don’t wanna go home
Just the lovely words of another sad song
Holding on, it’s too late to go home
Just the lonely words of another sad song

Every now and then
I don’t wanna turn left 
Just the path I martyr 
On the way to no where
Could you envision me 
No longer sadly
These are the lovely words 

As we go
On and on  I don’t wanna go home
Just the lovely words of another sad song
And we sing
Holding on, it’s too late to go home
Just the lonely words of another sad song

Back and forth 
Are the trials we cure
Would you hold me more
If you found me impure 
And we’re holding on 
Cause it’s too late to go home

As we go
On and on  I don’t wanna go home
Just the lovely words of another sad song
And we sing
Holding on, it’s too late to go home
Just the lonely words of another sad song

On the park side of town
Silence is a muffled sound
No apologies
Like sea gulls 
We are standing free
We’re holding on 
Cause there’s no better place to be

So let it snow
Go here, there, and before
She asked me to leave 
I kindly closed the door
Theses are the times 
We wish not to endure
We look for warm meals
Band aids
A sore throat to absorb the cure
Lungs commenced to whispers 
Profoundly within your ear 
A little something
To keep your thoughts pure
I could ask for no more
Than sun lit days 
That hover above the clouds 
And shadow 
The doubts we adore


Details | Free verse | |

Playing with my life strings

Skiing.

Thats what you do,
Down my viens and
Through my heart.

Your skiing.

Dodging my questions
Colliding with mysery.

You must be.
 
Are you racing my blood?
Daring my pacience?

Dangerous sport.


Details | Quatrain | |

THE DREARINESS OF THIS FRIGID SEASON

Goodbye Fall with all the auburn leaves of the reddest sunset,
goodbye crackling path where I met the last songbirds,
whose melody accompained me to winter's doors;
and with deep sadness I kept on looking back.


Welcome gloomy winter with short afternoons and long evenings;
watching the advancing shadows and loudly hearing
the furious sound of the squall rampaging the stately trees,
and making them weep when the icy rain comes down with lightining. 


Sitting in a rattling, rocking chair, I peruse through pages of sunny places afar,
forgetting the dreariness of this frigid season and be consoled by a warm fire;  
and still nostalgia abounds...thinking of the pleasant strolls of a past season,
which thrilled me with its colors, and through delight I justified my reason. 


O winter, don't linger as you always have...shorten your stay, avoid foul play; 
and could I ever stand a pale sun, hardly giving off with its luminiscence,
in this house hidden among the maples and the pines of a squalid valley?
Old winter, don't mislead me with days without snow...that's utter pretense!


Goodbye explorer fedora hat keeping my dreamer's head cool, 
sparing my skin another ugly wrinkle, allowing late beauty to rule;   
goodbye iced coffee sipped from my Big Apple plastic cup,
which I bought along Fifth Avenue in a crowded, variety shop. 


Ummerciful winter, pity the desperate state I am in,
reduce the wrath of your devastation, step inside and to tell me your amazing tales...
hoping that I will write them down for everyone to read and enjoy for immortal ages;
relentless winter, reduce the dreariness of this frigid season.


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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The Sea Blue Eyes I

Once in a while I meet a person whose eyes tell their story
The story is like the sky reflection on the seas of glory
The eyes are all the wonder of the world
It sees the future, past, and present
The eyes give us knowledge of the world and reflection
The reflection of sadness and weakness of each creature
The wonder of each individual being has a present
To the world who has lots of false images
To arise the moment of that one glance
To follow the heart in romance
Just the reflection that gather in your eyes of blue
What a man and a woman should view
Life is such a pain without stopping to see each eyes
Its like roses you have to enjoy each passion in side
When that moment collides with mind and heart
Nothing in your soul can keep your love apart
Join in the fun look in every eyes of a person beside
With passion and romance I bet you, you would cry
The luster of all the things to come
A bounty of life long needs to be given by just the wonders of the eyes
The blue seas reflects the different depths of our feelings
And it should become revealing
Come to your senses with ravaging hormones of lust
The sea can take you and even the reflection in the eyes of the person
The beauty is not held by one it is held by everyone
Such looks with fear for no relief
Is almost a dreadful part in our human nature
Beware of what can happen when emotions are held
Held to the core of an individual
No such thing is kindness when you find yourself in the Sea Blue Eyes
Calling in your soul by just looking
With ignorance you play around with such futile emotion
Gush away the fear and do not go insane with life so dear
The grasp of the titans comes to reveal
The evil within your heart is so obscenely noticed
You want the sea and you want those eyes to look at you with wishes
The rage in the heart are waves that cannot stop 
It pushes and pushes with no regret
The heart falters and there is only one thing in your mind
The idea of one soul to be with is the ocean 
The rifts that is trying to break to end the wants of desire
Cannot be trusted in a human lier
The beauty of man is destruction 
The beauty of women are commands
The eyes of each does not matter in the sea
Because all emotion and desire is given to those who are true
Command of a person is just one thing 
The desire to destroy is another
The Sea Blue Eyes will see no bother cause it bares it all
Even the utmost desire
To be continue.


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A HAUNTED FISHER

                                       A HAUNTED FISHER

	A hawk - sighted and decided young fisher;
          Traps skillfully, fishes for his wisher;
	Waving and sliding water - hills over;
	With howls of 'hurray', grows ever.

		Now a wisher, decrees vessels;
		And fishes millions of dreams and pearls;
		Blunts swords of sun and might of whirls;
		The spheres of storms and lightening, hurls.
		
			A god of holdings turns all to gold;
			Life to moving circular fold;
			Time to scarce diamonds mould;
			And occasions to sudden perches for hold.

                    	Possess a paradise with Hedden;
		Breaks brutally into the forbidden;
		Inflows and outflows hidden;		
		Landslides and gullies end Aden. 

			Fast after flying dreams, unheard, till; 
			Fast typhoon tosses, waves, spill; 
			Quacks and wrecks whiflashing castle, fill;
			Wakes of the storms died and waters calm still.

		Now where is the floating tower? 
		Flying dreams and manifold power;
		Where is the longed Hedden and Aden’s lover?
		Isn't the ocean calm blue and tempting ever???   
 
																   											
													JOSE PUDUSSERY
																


Details | Ballad | |

A Travelers Tale

It’s been so long
Since I’ve been home
Many a year
I’ve been on the roam
As the years turned to days
Days turned to years
Time is an hourglass
Showing ones deepest fears
As I sit here
In this barroom 
Smoking a cigarette
Leave I must soon
Following that, I must check out
Of the mediocre hotel room
Though my mind clearly sees
Visions of joy from the past
This hotel bill
Will surely by the last
Always ladies
Night keep me warm
Even through the most
Furious storms
Make my way
Home once at last
Not yet young son
This old man’s not done
Please don’t leave this bar
For this story hasn’t ended
Oh no thus far
All my life I have desired
Some sort of reckoning
For my sins
Now I’ve finally realized
I must go see my kin
And a new life I may
Finally begin
But son please listen
Realize you shall
As you grow old
Happiness not be bought
With any amount of gold
Happiness lies
Within your very heart
You alone
Hopefully shall start
Having your very own dreams
Even though they may seem
Unachievable, son
 You’ve just got to believe
For without dreams of your own
You shall bitterly become
Full of hatred and greed
Dreams are not money
They are actions you make
Dreams do not happen
When you are asleep
They come to you
When you’re beginning on your feet
But you must be careful
For come people are amused by
Actions of deceit
For one who uses trickery
Are not as lucky as you
They are to ashamed of themselves
And their life is hell
They are weak
You are strong
Envy they of you
And in society they just don’t belong
Don’t think I have sided
With the pitiful and weak
On their behalf
I only speak
Oh, son, I have seen
More than any old king
I’m even friends
With Mr. BB king
But never have I
Been so satisfied
Than when I told this story
And you looked me in the eye
Not many have been
All the places I’ve seen
This all was my very
Very first dream
I must be going now
But before I do
Bartender, 2 shots of José
We must make a mighty salute
For on your future young son
We must drink


Details | Rhyme | |

Circular Life

Running to hide
Hiding to run
My life is a circle
When will this rotation be undone
Everything I do 
Its the same song and dance
A sheep in wolf's clothing
Yes a wolf at first glance
I can't help I am addicted to thrills
No words to describe how it feels
Honing my skills
Turning my heart to steel
Making my case to fight the devil
Stone versus stone
Fallen Angel versus Fallen soul
The thrill to shake the bone
Love made me
Then love destroyed me
Stuck with nothing to lose
And nothing to gain
Vengeance is what I choose
Standing alone 
Forgetting everything I've ever known
I can break this rotation
But it has to be now or never
All because I loved her
And she left me for dead
Destroying my heart
And messed up my head
Circular life
I am back to the night
I am back to fight


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Deadly secrets

Dilapidated and faded,
Together they made it.
A house to a home,
If only she had known...
The darkness that lurks and dwells
deep within
Consuming, confusing and
Consoling his sin.
The secrets he hides are not harmless,
In fact,
The secrets he harbors are clues to his past.
Dark and shamed, he keeps them bottled up
Never popping the top to see what comes up.
He closes his eyes and pretends it's not real,
Consumes drink after drink 'til he can no longer feel.
But she has no idea of the monster he hides,
Her friends warned her.Well, at least they tried...
But when you're young and 'in love'
'Love is blind'
And her belief always was,
'True love is hard to find'
So she smiled and ignored them, played off their words,
Thinking to herself," Him..? A danger.. how absurd..."

Together they lived in their 'love' filled home,
The monster in him, becoming more tempted to roam,
He fought to keep it buried deep,
Night after night, alone, he'd weep...
'Til finally one day she confronted him,
Asked him about the words her friends had spoken.
" Beat his last girlfriend until she could no longer breathe.."
"Then he bathed in her blood as he watched her chest heave...."
That's what the girls had told her...
And after she mentioned it... she seen his anger...
His blue eyes seemed to glow an eerie shade of red,
Her heart stopped as she seen him, her soul filled with dread.
He raised his hand and struck her face...
"You let the monster out now! enjoy HIS face! "
She will never be seen again...
The news just says..."Both vanished... without a trace..."


Details | ABC | |

WAR IS THE GREATEST PLAGUE OF MAN

WAR IS THE GREATEST PLAGUE OF MAN


As war is fought it takes charge 
And events spin out of control.
The madness of men can alter the soil 
Which nourishes the roots of their soul.

Many things will forever change 
Far more then wished to be.
As the wrath of war starts to destroy 
Those things we fight to keep free.

War is the greatest plague of man, 
Religion, state and sanity.
Any scourge is more preferred 
Than the one which disables humanity.

When war breaks out, boundaries change 
And all who die are a token
Of the rage that must run it's course 
Before words of peace are spoken.

War I hate, though not men, flags nor race 
But war itself with its ugly face.
When we lose faith in the brave, which die 
Then we're not fit to greet those who cry.

What distinguishes war isn't death 
But that man is slain by fellow man. 
Crushed by cruelty and injustice 
With his enemy's murderous hand.

War tends to punish the punishers
So the losers won't suffer alone.
The essence of war is but violence
Till the survivors come marching home.

Sometimes it's hard to defend what's right, 
Sometimes we're forced to rise up and fight. 
Sometimes we survive, while others must die 
Sometimes never knowing the reason why.

The rush of combat is a natural buzz 
Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was.
Hunting one another like wild game 
Without a shortage of those to blame.

Sometimes victory comes too slow or quick 
Sometimes the cost on both sides is sick.
Sometimes God is asked to intervene 
To help stop the savage from being so mean.

War is a hell we visit before death 
Fueled by the whisper of the devil's breath. 
There must be a reason man destroys man
But why it is so, I can't understand.


By Tom Zart






 


Details | Free verse | |

Danger Danger

Wary the man walks alone,
Wary the woman who never stands apart,
Wary the child never says a word,
Wary the leader whose words never stop,
Wary the actor who keeps no regrets,
Wary the fool who regrets all,
Wary the worker who never stays late,
Wary the manager that never goes home,
Wary the girl who never smiles,
Wary the boy whose smile cuts,
Wary the shepherd who cries wolf,
Wary the crowd that doesn't listen,
Wary the world that doesn't care,
Wary the stalker that obsesses,
Wary the carefree with reckless abandon,
Wary the worrier with legal action.


Details | I do not know? | |

"Poverty Verses Welfare"

Time is running out,only to find out,you have to kiss ass to survive in America. Wish I had a 
better life, instead I'm stuck kissing Welfare ass in order to survive, Free is what the rich 
believe, When the ones who struggle trying to find a way to eat, The rich whites has no 
worries, They can survive, pay bills, live the nice life, Keep their families fed, When I look 
through the eyes of the homeless men, women and children, I ask how can anyone turn 
them away, What if it was you and your babies out there? You don't begin to understand, 
because you and your babies aren't here! The poor can't find no job, because of skin color 
or for what their beliefs are, When you in your up to date car,you will never see past your 
riches for just a moment to see what your doing to my loved ones and me. Material things 
don't make you, It's what you do for those less fortunate than you. Come and live our life 
for a week, I bet you would get so weak you wouldn't even begin to know how to speak I 
live on not that much, just enough to to pay some of the rent, I have a baby and don't know 
where I'm going to be the next day, America is a big slave country, they want to ship all jobs 
over seas so they can make they Chinese slaves by paying them less, for us the ones who 
needs a job badly do without, so they have a good reason for us to rob, murder, sell dope, 
so they can through us in jail and make us work for the government for FREE, Well isn't it 
just one big mess? You live everyday trying to make a way, One thing though the rich is not 
immune to that kind of living, we the poor are . We know how to hustle and pan handle hard, 
Where the rich don't know anything by far! Stay strong, and don't get weak ever, that's what 
they want. Stay positive alright.


Details | Free verse | |

If You Only Knew

Dustin, 
My best friend, My x boyfriend, and the one I’m still in love with.
I know I have a boyfriend and he just happens to be your best friend too, but if I had the chance to tell you everything I would.
You and I still love each other like we did 3 years ago, but there’s nothing we can do about it.
I cant leave my boyfriend because I to scared of everything that will happen. 
I do love him and I do love you, but Who do I love more?
The one weekend I Saw you this year was the best weekend I've ever had.
We walked around like there was nothing else going on in the world.
The biggest smiles on our face, My lipstick on your lips, and the love in our eyes.
You and I even sang together on the park bench for the world to hear.
Shinedown is our favorite band because we both fit like perfect puzzle pieces in all their songs. 
I can't describe the way you made me feel with your big blue eyes, and the way you lifted me up like I was as light as a feather.
I know people might say if I love you so much then why don't I leave him. 
My answer is simple: I'm scared of being hurt… again.
Sure, every girl is sacred of a heart break but this girl? 
The bipolar , depressed, starving, love hungry, emotional, girl isn’t just scared she's terrified.
I do I love my boyfriend, but I don’t know who I love more.
Sure Dustin you broke up with me on my birthday 3 years ago, but we all make mistakes.
So for this years birthday you got me a beautiful “J” necklace, the color of my birthstone.
I know it might not sound like that makes up for it but the way I feel with you makes me feel invincible.
Every night we would go up to the hill, smoke a cigarette, and just hold each other. 
So if I had the opportunity to tell you  one thing that I regret not telling you.
It's that I love you and the way you make me feel more then everything in the whole world... except for Tyler, my boyfriend.
I'm sorry Dustin.


Details | Free verse | |

jump rope

there’s a curve 
at the end of every sidewalk 
did you know every block’s 
measured by the lazy way a rope
skips and ponytails itself down its own street?
my, how my rope bends
alongside that straight line
six inches above what you call a ‘curb’ under my knees
falling and rising under my feet


Details | Free verse | |

Little Refuge

Little girl goes down to the water.
Little girl climbs up the hill.
Little girl wanders in the woods.
Little girl collects little things.

Creatures and curiosities.

Puts them in her pockets.

Skipping and running and playing at hunting.

Now and then she stops, and rests.

Her every heartbeat,
her every breath,
conspires with the fragrant moist air,
the rocks and the trees,
to forget her home.

There she waits before the sunset.

She waits as long as she can.

Oh, how precious is this place.

Her refuge.

To the sea and the hills. . .
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Do The Wah Wah

Wah Wah
       Ha   Ha

Jimmy
      Was  He

Overdrives
       Amplifies


High Gain
     Ear  Pain

Thumb Fret
    You  Bet

B . B. King
   Idol's Zing

Hall Of Fame
  Bears His Name

  Jimmy Hendrix
      But Buster Sticks


Details | Free verse | |

Divided in two

Two parallel Worlds divide my body and mind in two.

One World holds my heart, while the other holds my limp body.

One World shows the life i'v held in my heart, where there is good and there is bad, but everything in that World always ends in good.

The other World shows the life i'v feared for years, where there is nothing but bad, but everything ends in death.

I'v lived in both Worlds.
I'v hurt in both Worlds.

Both seem neither good nor bad at times.

But the funny thing is... 
OUR world today is what those two Worlds have become.

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Details | Name | |

Sanitarium

Sanitarium

  S-  sanction
  A-  apprehension
  N-  negitivism
  I-  insainity
  T-  tentitive
  A-  accenssion
  R-  redirective
  I-  immobilization
  U-  under seat
  M-  man handle


Details | Rhyme | |

Setting up House

I met a woman, fell in love
She was a gift from above
Soon she became my spouse
We gathered things and set up house.

Some things were new without a flaw
Some were hand me downs from Ma and Paw
For some we saved nickels in a can
Some were bought on the installment plan.

Children came – a total of four
Two boys – two girls- no need for more
We managed to provide room and board
Did the best we could afford.

We moved around from house to house
On an adventure – me and my spouse
Gathering things to which we would cling
But we rarely got rid of anything.

Tables, chairs, couches, and beds
Cabinets and shelves taller than our heads
Mugs, pictures, and bells we did collect
Mementoes and heirlooms on which to reflect.

A man gathers a lot in over fifty years
And remembers many of them with tears
Many a thing still fills my house
But it’s not a home without my spouse.

She has a room in a retirement home
Care is provided and she cannot roam
I dreamed one day we would be old timers
But I never figured on Alzheimer’s.

Now I have a house full of stuff
Too many things - more than enough
The time has come to downsize
To an apartment in the high rise.

My children came one by one
Went through my stuff until they were done
One takes this and another takes that
And managed to do so without a spat.

Giving things away is a lonely task
My irritability I cannot mask
Gathering things with my spouse
Was more fun than cleaning out house.



Details | I do not know? | |

Smile

Alone you walk?
Is that what you claim?
Maybe it's you who's left it this way?

I've seen pen to paper write
the deepest of thoughts
and the darkest of secrets

It's been too long since our hearts did beat
a bliss filled sense of numbness
yet we find it only in ignorance

I'll walk alone, yes all alone
but only to see you walk
hand in hand in another's embrace

So allow me to take your lonely path
and I'll smile as I give you away


Details | Free verse | |

42 above

i
cant
understand
why
im
on
such
an
emotional
high
knowing
that
its 
time
for
me
to
take
this
and
use
it
as
my
escape
so
once
i
start
im
left
to
fade
into
that
neverending
zero
thats
so
far
down
from
42 above.


Details | Ballad | |

The birth of a star

This wall stands stronger
Stronger than any man
Yet so difficult
It was to defend

Completely out matched
Thunder came in the dark
But those on the wall
Put up one hell of a fight

The wall never ended
Nor was it straight
Yet inside those men
Had doom as fate
Those who are left
With nothing to lose
Immortally fight

As if death they choose
After days and nights
Sleep came to none
Fate had came
At the rise of the sun

Heroes are made
In this very spot
This place where our ancestors
So valiantly fought
And fight they did
Taking far more than given

Unstoppable sit the man
Who is cause driven
Surrender they could
Lives may have been spared
Where would we be today?
If our men had been scared
Heroes and legends
Were made at this spot

This spot where our ancestors
Oh, so valiantly fought




A tribute to those at the Alamo 


Details | Cowboy | |

'The Cowboy On The Battlefield ... ' (Cowboy Poem # 12)

Young Cowboy On The Battlefield
Remembered His Mama’s Words
‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
Her Voice Echoed, As He Heard …

Rapid-Fire and Revolution
Missiles, Right and Left
Bomb-Blasts and Confusion
… and Silent Tears, He’s Wept

… Every Day, A Minefield
Every Night, A Raid
Every Moment, A Terror
Trying to Make Him Afraid …

Any Second, A Horror
Of A Buddy, Laid To Rest
Every New Tomorrow
Wondering, What’s Next ?

The Cowboy On The Battlefield
Vigilant and Brave
Stood Ramrod Tall and Terse …
Looking At Her Grave …

‘Just Make It Home, Son … ‘
… Echoed Thru His Brain
‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
… Echoed Thru The Rain

And Just Before She Was Laid To Rest
She Said, ‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
And With Those Last Words, She Blessed,
And Said, ‘I’ll Be Waiting, When You Come …’

                    * * * *

… Old Cowboy, On The Battlefield
Remembers His Mama’s Words
‘Just Make It Home, Son … 
… and We’ll Celebrate Our Return …


Of  Note:  In The Words Of A Lady Rocker,
Pat Benatar:   ‘Love Is A Battlefield’
(but I Say, 'Life Is A Battlefield'


Details | Free verse | |

Motif Crosses—Iconic Blast

Milieu iconography with flashing lights
Smokey gambling rooms—gang wars
Flashy suits and fedora hats in the fights
Neon signs flashing—this world is yours

Hey, get a name with the next phone call
Surely, he can’t really be all that rough
While hanging out in a flower shop stall
Like bowling pins fall he wasn’t tough

Whistling “Chi Me Frena?” surreal assassin 
As Shamrock night club they all shot up
Coin flipping henchman hell risky brazen
Bang—he won’t sip St. Peter’s golden cup

Crosses on bodies from iconic gun blast
Even barking dog can’t stop the tragedy
Tony’s sister like a baby’s toy dances at last
Just seems like a wild circle of comedy

Wearing a scar as one from the war
Nation’s shame 1932 gangsters shown
Killing people to take over, what for?
Whistling assassin your life is blown

© Joseph, 5/29/08
© All Rights Reserved

Honorable Mention
Super Slueth Contest
Fun Free verse on Movies
Sponsor: John Heck


Details | Free verse | |

A Wandering Knight


A wandering knight
wambling in an endless road

Thinking to himself

Where the others are?
Taking care of what?

Who am I?
but a fading footprint

on a dark empty land
under a starless sky

seized by roaring shadows
and delusive hopes


Details | Elegy | |

Marie III--Is the Coffin Too Deep

So frigid was her immaculate body Her last second in screams is all I can see Love's revenge was my guilt With you I'd rather let you die with Bound hands Without you, Marie, like the psychopath's dream Death is all that I can see; All that could redeem Did anyone ask Did anyone recall The sweet taste of the poison The swift slash of the knife he penetration of the lead The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Was it so hard to solve Was it so hard to see That I strangled her so easily My nails piercing her comely skin Blood dripping like the pomegranate I crushed with the shovel I shattered her shins The knife to slight her wrists Didn't you see I did it all The only witness Couldn't say Is the coffin too deep? The pain of her decaying hear tI can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Marie I cant stay Earth is to cruel when your coffin is to deep Forever in death and in death alone The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep?


Details | Epic | |

My Door

I have been stuck in this room for what seems like an eternity. I could of sworn the door I took to get here was right there but it's gone now. It was just like any other door I have taken in my life. But the door has vanished leaving me in this room which also has never happened before. This room is completely devoid of all color and sound even time seems to have no affect here. There is however a door in front of me. This door was like all the others except for two lines of bold writing that read "Christopher Michael Waters" and under that "June 22 1986" For some reason the door made me nervous but no matter how long or hard I looked I could not find another way out and I could not just sit here forever. So I walked up to the door and when I got within reach my stomach turned but I tried to ignore it and reached out to open to open it. When I had the knob in my hand the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and gave me goosebumps up and down my arm something was not right about this door and every instinct I had told me to run. But I had no other choice this was the only way out I had already tried everything else I could think of. Slowly I started to open the door and inside my head I heard screamed "No Run Run From this place. Do not open that door!" I instantly lost my nerve but it was to late the door swung open. Within there was neither light or darkness just nothingness. I just had a second to see this and no time to ponder what it meant because once the door was open I was gone and nothingness was left behind.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Blessed Paladin

The time is coming
the dead will soon rise
and devour your family
before you own eyes.

The forgotten wizard
tired of a life in caves
made a dark pact for
the power he craves.

Zombie and vampires from their grave.
A lone warrior stands,
Whos destiny is to save.
With sword and shield he places his faith.

With a stab and a hack
he fought the beasts back
but he is hurt badly
and all fades to black

stone walls and little light
he woke with a fright
and tried to stand in vain
he was hurt and fell to the pain.

He was in a chapel to the wise god
where he prayed to him for help
he was granted shining armor and sword
His mighty god made him to smite the whelp

The undead were strong
but he was a hoss
he killed them all
and showed demons who's boss

blade in hand he made his way
to the massive dark tower
where the necromancers stay

He rallied the soldiers
The barbarians and thieves
the mages and assassins
armed to their sleeves.

He made his own army 
their might was astounding
the battle began
with each strike resounding

They fought with all their hearts
stabbing and sliceing 
and putting to use their magical arts.
put an end to most of the plauge

But the leader of this blight
in the very tip top
made another demonic rite.
he killed the whole army except for one.

The blessed one stood immune to it all
his armor scratched, his shield long lost,
his sword bloodied alone he stood tall
The Paladin from now he would be known

The wizards fear stood true. 
he cast his spell to little effect
he was soon run through
his soul then was claimed.

Beaten and wounded in the worst way.
he walk out of the tower into morning light
he fell to his knees and began to pray
for his army, his brothers, his men
may the gods above to take them all in

Again all things went black
he was gone this time
there was no coming back
he sat next to the gods in the sky

everyone rejoiced and everyone cried
the darkness was gone and many lived
and just as many had died

They saved the day
and yet lived on
in a way
the songs sang and tales told

The paladin was brave
the paladin was bold
the paladin was a savior
for the young and the old


Details | Rispetto | |

madre save me

I had lost you in my head, n day by day went without u,
I had it all n to myself, big, and all of the above, I was living a 
Dangrous life but thts wht I wanted.
On my knees n looking at the grass a glock in the back of my 
head n the guy behind the gun, willing
To do whatever it took to be the best, "ur time is up, u knw how 
it is right just is wht it is",
"No!!!!!" One of the biggest n loudest with a echo scream I 
heared, my mom, scared the guy n shoot me in the back, right 
lung my mother hold me in her arms 30 mins waiting for the 
ambulance, i was in n out hearing her talking to me praying n 
asking for help words bearly would come out,
"It's time to clear things out n get things out of the way with 
god,  he'll judge if i stay or go with him, please mom stop crying 
for me."
One full month in the hospital critical conditions only woke up 
5 times n always she was there no matter wht she wanted to be 
there.
"You don't learn do you?" My mom said laying on the sofa
"I'll be back, have to take care of one thing" I replied
"We all have a mother just keep tht in mind".
On ur knees, u got anything to say? As I had a glock in the back 
of the head of the one who shoot me.
"I should of killed u n now its my lost." He told me
"U have a mother?" I asked
"Screw u." He replied
" go to ur mother n thnk her because of her ill let u live."
Mother asleep with a tear, kissed her forhead.
I couldn't do it becuase i don't want a mother to suffer wht my 
mother passed through.


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Forgotten Fate

Introduction: For those who’re wandering confused within the lost and found - seeking silence…


Truth be never futile Stay and see awhile, Call back your forgotten dreams And feel that frozen smile, Linger of Love be worth eternal wait; When the time is right – That verity we do still hate And later we wind up too late, There forth we get lost in fate We get bemused with our innate That we can’t still relate, Don’t take on yourself as bate As never you trust an inmate, Our hopes and thoughts they fade away And we just see closed gates, So slay the lies, dig up the truth Someday you shall find, your forgotten fate…


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Remember the Brave

Remember the Brave, Who fought for life. Maybe for a county, Maybe for their rights. Remember the Brave, Who fought to exist. Maybe against Cancer, Maybe against Death’s final kiss. Remember the Brave, Who fought to be here. Maybe fighting a war, Maybe, but we shed a tear. Remember the Brave, Who fought and tried. Maybe for what they believed in, Maybe for life. But remember the Brave, for they died


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SUNRISE,COME QUICKLY

As my tripping footsteps
enter deeper into the path of intense darkness,
I start feeling the trance of trepidation
and much despised misery 
seaps through me with a sense of admonition;
the night owls cold eyes immovably glare
to confine me into their scary stare...
until I dash off rapidly!

Sunrise,come quickly
to subdue my forethoughts of dreadfulness
into this night without stars!
I look up to a dark and unwinkling Universe...
exposing me to an enormous unrest:
will it be a deluge or a tempest
to end all traquillity?

Whatever threatens me invisibly,
or compels me to fret...
won't cause my courage to lessen:
contrarily, it will increase it even more...
'till I find another path;
its a risk worth-taking to befuddle any enemy! 

Sunrise,come quickly
to bring radiance and harmonious sounds
over this tempestous sea,
which keeps away all the discontented gulls;
sunrise, come quickly...
my entrapped spirit longs for liberty!


Details | I do not know? | |

green grass

May the greenest grass grow 
Where thy body must lay 
For u call it a tomb
I call it paradise 
I go back 
from which I came
Eternal sleep
Withered away
Not all is lost
But everything is gained
The cold damp nights
Drenched with rain
All my problems I once possessed
No longer remain
I am at peace 
No more pain 
No more suffering
Its all faded away
Gone with the old 
In with the new
Hopefully some of my wisdom
Carried through 
To be used to guide 
And for others to stay true
I am with my ancestors
The ones of old
To be reunited with my people
As I watch the new from afar 
Play about and grow old
They to will be reunited with me 
As I was with the old  
They tell me of stories how things once was
They speak of beauty
How plentiful the land once was
And  how things went wrong 
How they died protecting their land
Before it was destroyed  by the hand of man
Now they watch as man destroys themselves 
They of the old don’t understand
Wiping out their heritage it will never end
They fought so hard to protect  their rights
Now they watch as we begin to wage wars upon our selves
And  destroy their heritage by our own hand 
All of this is seen through the age of time
Listen to the wind as it hits your eyes
The tears that are produced are not from the breeze
But from the words of the old as they watch and weep
Look around what do you see
Open up let your heart be free
Listen with your ears not
but with thy heart
Reach out with all your love
And Listen to the breeze 
as it flows through the trees
It speaks of  wisdom 
And how to be free

By Joshua  Lloyd 





 


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Ghazal-THE SPELL IN THE POTION

Incited by her Allure Sensuelle...
a vulnerable man is noticed by all.


Quite by nature, I rarely frequent clubs...
loud music turns me into a demon from hell.


She brought me so many Martinis on the Rocks...
I drank them too quickly and took a bad fall.


The spell in the potion must have acted too slowly...
I showed her respect, but she became too sensual.


Discovering the foul play, I was dismayed by her madnesss...
she left in a hurry and disappeared down the crowded hall.


Entered in Jared Pickett's contest, " The Ghazal "


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Voyage

Stone stone heart
Here I go a wandering again
Never sit still
Never keep still
This way that way
Which way do I follow?
Round and round in circles
On a dented track
Patterns repeating
Years fleeting
Where do the years go?
When there has been nothing given and there is nothing to show
Goodbye goodbye
The constant beginning and ends
The never ending transient cycle
Through learning learning constant yearning
You leaving and never returning
Has left a strong dent sir
Denial runs deep in your blood
Choosing a path and sticking brave
Not my constant craving changing rearranging
Eternal enslaving of my soul
In a sickness of deceit and lies
Never trusting the others that surround us
The guardians
They turn and sigh
They watch me cry
Moving faster laughter no happy ever after
In this book I can never write an ending to
Arrogance dwells in my soul
And fear, a fear of being left behind
So good at hiding my psychosis
Can only see it glimmer in my eyes after midnight
My rattling soul empty and wide
A valley seeking you dear


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mother's vacation

Mother’s Vacation 

1946 the warmest May ever in Norway, mother went camping 
with her lover on an island. I was 8 and could boil potatoes and 
look after myself, but evenings that had no darkness was long, 
and this was before TV. A big war had just ended; mother was 
free to be young. I was reading a travel book “Argentina” when 
mother came back a bit earlier than planned, she looked radiant
and sun tanned. She spoke excitedly about fishing for crabs at 
midnight boiling and eating them warm. I think she came home
 feeling guilty for leaving. When she had spoken I continued to 
read the book about the pampas of Argentine. She could not bring 
herself to say she had missed me, and I was unable to tell her how 
 much I missed her... Next morning she went back to the island and 
I boiled potatoes and ate them with tinned sardines and continued 
to read books about great adventures.


Details | I do not know? | |

To Eternity

Take me away,
you and I.
Go somwhere,
where our love can survive.

No one to say no,
where our hearts be set free.
Take me away,
to eternity.


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Black Heart

The black mess of a heart that was
is filled with incompetent flaws
ablaze with memories so sweet
now doused with a soul incomplete

A face so bleak the features seem inept to it's face
a mind wandering to many an imaginary place
a limp body not affiliated in any way to the mind
because in this black mess of a heart the good is yours to find...


Details | I do not know? | |

Nightmare

Reality screams, but I'm stuck in between the walls of my own dreams.
My eyes can't be opened, my body is frozen.
It forces me into a paralyzing trap called sleep.

Stuck in dreamland. Going nowhere.
In a never-ending nightmare.
Monsters chase me and rip me at my seams.
The world is never as it seems in the midst of the scheme of things.
I burn as my mind reigns supreme.


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The dull green light

Amongst the bark of trees 
there shines a light
a light not bright
yet still illuminates the night
dull, green and spherical it floats
within the forest
it appears to gloat
it's maniacal grin spreads
and causes unrest
but yet brings comfort
to souls lost

The green gradually fades
and a new shade is seen
the shade of red.

It's shape contorts and twists
becomes enraged and unreliable
the light is not definable
by human nor god
it rises and sits aloft the trees
as if it is defining itself
a greater being
a power unseen
the light pulses, jolts and flashes
suddenly implodes and turns to ashes

The dull green light never was and never will be.
 


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Waiting...

Waiting... By: Candice 


He listens in the dark at the warfare in the distance.

With each passing day his heart grows colder.

His passion for violence grows immensely

and the remnants of his " once was life" are no longer fresh in his mind.

Gunfire and roadside bombs were now a part of his everyday life.

He''d give anything to be at home, warming a bottle for a midnight feeding,

or preparing to change a diaper who had been a victim of a disastrous explosion.

He smiles to himself thinking of his new baby boy

and prays to God that he will return home safely to hold the precious miracle of life

that he had not yet laid eyes or hands on.

He tightly closes his eyes to hold back the threat of oncoming tears.

Images of a deadly blast just days before crowd his mind,

He begins to weep.

This war torn life would affect him for all eternity.

He was in fact, a victim of war.

He would never know another restful night.

Rest doesn''t come easy for a man who has seen men blown to pieces by bombs and lifeless
on the terrain.

However the disaster of a lost life somehow brings him strength to drudge through another day.

He takes out the crumpled birth announcement.,

reads the print and gently tucks it away.

He had never known such an emptiness.

Everyday he waits.

For what he is not sure.

He just prays in the end, it will have been worth it.


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Imagine What You Can't See

The guns, the shooting, the fighting, the war. A young soldier hugs his family as he waits by the door. He knows he's ready, he knows he's right. He stayed up packing and praying all through the night. He's been training, but he's never been there, he can only imagine and prepare. His plane takes off, his heart beats fast, he's leaving for war at last. In his hand he holds a picture of his mom, dad, brother and his sister. He holds it tight and quietly wishes them farewell, he closes his eyes as tears start to swell. The plane lands in the hot heat, quickly he gets ready to jump from his seat. He runs screaming into the dark and stops, what he sees makes his heart drop. Famine, fear, diseases spread. People lying in the streets dead. Laying in the dark, staring at the moon's glare. He can only picture a gruesome nightmare.


Details | I do not know? | |

Just Like You

Just like you I wanted to sing
Just like you I wanted to bling
I don't know why I wanted to be just like You
Just like you I breezed Throigh life
Just like you I picked up a knife
Just like you I started fights
And just like that me just like you was gone


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Voices Rose Beyond the Sea

A song she carries in black locks,
Her treasure brings their ship to dock.
Transparent to the deafened mute,
To eloquent a note to loot.
Set to mesmerize the men,
Fixed upon this maiden gem.
So caught up in her melody,
Forgot a cast beyond the sea.

A drink to her!
Another round!
To satisfy,
A lustful hound.
So beautiful,
A girl so fair;
Like mermaids,
In a water’s lair.

Tonight they’ll empty Davy’s fears,
And bask in heaven’s light and tears.
To smell the lavender and blooms,
A rare treasure sure to lift the gloom.
To drink and sing their past regrets,
tomorrow’s day brings toil and sweat.
For death awaits in lines and sails,
Their true mistress - the sea-bound trails.

Another drink!
And fare thee well…
A tale of wonder,
Sure to tell.
About this night,
Her song will swell -
Above the open sky,
And dwell.

They sailed from Nova Scotia‘s Pier.
The jealous ocean soon brought fear,
As waves as tall as mighty oaks;
Did crash into their fishing boats.
The mast did crack and slam her deck,
The men all struggled soaking wet.
Then voices rose “Farewell to thee,
Our maiden…” then sunk into the sea.


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Love Amiss

Tears falling like rain drops Agony pinching at my heart A wailing cry, deepening sobs All because I loved you from the start Ever since that rainy day Your smile made feel like a spring's flower Your laughter warmed me like summer may Your touch stilled me like winter's shower Then to tell you how I feel, and make Love complete Was like running to a cliff's edge 'Cause I loved you so much I'd rather love you in secret Than to have lost you in an amiss instead You were my friend I grew fond of for your beauty and your fault Now a stranger you've become because it was your Love that I sought


Details | Imagism | |

The Eatery

urban alienation
pehaps ambiance of loneliness
or circumstances ambiguous to show



Automat - 1927

Edward Hopper 
  










Tribute To All Nighter Cafe's
Also Entry For Brian Strands Contest


Details | ABC | |

The Real Me

They look at me 
And see the girl
Who lives inside
A ghetto world
But don't believe
That's all there is in me
You'll never know the real me....
I'm sad among a thousand words
And frowns along a thousand smiles
I'm incomplete
Words just cannot explain
They'll never know the real me..
They'll never know the real KhaiB.


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Blood, again

blood again 
-
The two hovering faces are white and brown.
They seem to look nice, saying, “we’re in your side.”
She aches; both her sides ache; bruises, clotted blood; 
She sees them, two men with the force; denies to complain.
The trust has been lying killed, somewhere in her den.

Discharge means returning home, to the fear’s room, 
where he may return for tearing her more.
But she won’t dial for force, at least not before 
she has put six inanimate hates into him;
not before she has seen blood once again, not hers. 
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


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CHILDHOOD MEMORIES

I can remember that far back
When we were young and had to pack
For a far away place we had never been
A place in the sun we had never seen

We had to learn to change our lives fast
For these times were going to last
For many years some good some not
But for many years this was to be our lot

The years went past slow for me
Not quite as happy as I hoped they would be
Maybe if you had been near
I may have been able to clear

My head of all those lonely times
Spent wishing for much colder climes
Wher thing had all been safe
Back home in that great old place

Where we had all grown up together
Often in all kinds of weather
A mum and Dad we had it all
Until one day when it was all to fall

Apart i will never forget
Our lives would change from that day next
Never again to be the same
I dream and wish that all the pain

Would leave me now 
But I am not sure how
you can just put the past away
And get on with another day

But i must not dwell upon the past
For some things were not meant to last


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Ceremony

selfish blunders jolt
wedding trinkets soon tarnish
apathy begins
 


Details | Free verse | |

The Ride

  Liquid filled dreams crept through the cool night breeze as a still distant thunder cracked the horizon.

  I thought to my self that an earth quake must be taking ground for it’s sake. 

  Safe over the hill and still quit far up aways my moms home baked cookies broke the day.
 
  I had my own “Loc Ness”, quite the demon, and as not to sneak snacks was an easyprice to pay.

  My world began empty and cold as it seemed from one life bring wisdom.
 
Rough enough storm to destroy, every thing that we knew, the tusnami -a wave of a storm.

  I confess to hearing her laugh what a story this was going to make. 

  Later they tried to pan the bottom of the oceans floor hoping to avoid more. 

  And I will leave you here on your own but then after it’s done you’ll be home.
 
  No matter what you’ll stay, but if another one comes Austrailia is that way,my moms arm waved.

   And I see her begining to stare, her mind was set on wide open to get it all those people saved.

  I do still answer myself again and again about why if it hurts so bad, 

The answers all began to be crystal clear and the answer is; 

She worked hard to make it a decent place to live and storms bad enough they called in the Hubble.

   A tusnami destroys everything. 

  Everything she loves about her life is in rubble.

 Based on the idea of how people live,

   And why she cares when they die, 

Fighting with intimacy, 

  While they drag the sea to collect people who died, 

  And my mind begins to wonder why the storms taking so long to decide, 

We are waiting here waiting for another heck of a ride.


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The "Joy" of Fire and Brimstone

Satan brings you "joy"
Until you die in his arms
Of fire and brimstone


Details | Ballad | |

Last Stand

Night turns to day
Day turns to night
Past the past
But that’s all right
It has come once at last
Our final calling
Our final stand
We’ve came so far
With the stroke of a hand
With the thought of the mind
Finally shown
 Is the unappreciated sign
Of which one can leave
All the past behind
All that is true
All that is pure
Is now gone
Experts are now sure
The last hour is upon
Now what is to be done?
 Where shall we go?
Time surely will show
Yet what time is available?
What peace is left?
What is next?
Life is a never-ending test
Of our gift of will power
And choice making
Yet the wrong some
Are always taking
Decisions of war
Decisions of peace
Mean nothing
Till the killings cease
Only then shall our race
Find true peace


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Temptation

We only craved a toddy
something frosty in a glass
 
And then she came in sideways
all eyes were on the lass
 
We giggled from our corner
she put on quiet a show
 
She acted like she knew us
though how we didn't know
 
She waved and yelled a hello cheer
across the room she ran
 
She fell upon my sidekick
and grabbed her by the hand
 
" I disappointed Mama"
she whispered through the tears
 
I thought about my own Mom
now getting on in years
 
Her story wasn't new to us 
we had heard it all before
 
In fact sometimes was our tale too
a time or three or more
 
She said "God he brought me to you
can you help me find the way?"
 
"I've been straight a long long time
until I failed today."
 
We promised her that life is hard
and filled with lows and highs
 
Disappointment finds us each in turn
the bold.. the meek.. the wise..
 
We told the lass to raise her head
forgive herself and smile
 
Temptation lures us each at times
it surely can beguile
 
She begged us not to hate her
before we parted ways
 
I know my thoughts will dwell with her 
for days and weeks and days
 
We only craved a toddy
something frosty in a glass
 
And then she came in sideways
Heartbroken little lass....
 
 


Details | Free verse | |

Bubbles

 
eyes closed 
I blow 
emptying my heart..
The sad bubble rises 
carrying my woes
heavenward
 


Details | Free verse | |

Today all birds fly away

Today all birds fly away From a tree to another tree In the sky that's not blue You can see them flying away Today all birds are in a hurry Seeking place to spend the night Pity those who left behind Less or no more chance to survive Today, there are no birds singing Not even one in sight A lonely time of the day Because today, all birds fly away


Details | Rhyme | |

It Time

WHY DO I CALL THIS POEM I'M FREE YOU'LL KNOW SOON ENOUGH

IT TIME FOR ME TO FACE THE COLD REALITY EVEN THOUGH ITS TOUGH.

MY LIFE IS SAD I ADMIT

BUT IT TIME TO KILL MY DEMONS AND NEVER SUBMIT.

I MAYBE UGLY, FAT, OR NEVER HAVE LOVE BUT IM ME

I CAN CHANGE EASILY WHY BECAUSE LIKE A HAWK IM FREE.

I CALL YOU NICE NAMES BUT YOU DONT SEEM CARE

IT TIME TO CHANGE MY WAYS EVEN IF IT A DARE.

SOME PEOPLE DENY BUT IT TIME TO KEEP MY HEAD UP

EVEN WHEN THEY HELP ME I CANT BE HAPPY BUT I MUST CHEER UP.

I DONT HAVE TO BE THE BEST, GOOD LOOKING, OR WHATEVER BECAUSE YOU DONT 
NO WHAT THE HEC I BEEN THROUGH

WELL IT TIME TO FIND OUT WHAT IS MY PURPOSE AND MAKE SURE IT SMOOTH.

LIKE A BAND SAY "NEVER SURRENDER" OR YOULL GET ZERO

YOU MAY BE ALONE BUT YOU CAN BE A "HERO".

SO I DONT CARE IF I DONT HAVE TO BE ALONE I CAN STILL SUCCEED

MY LIFE IS SAD BUT I CAN CHANGE IF I FOLLOW MY DREAM.

SO TO YALL WHO DENY ME IN THE PAST,  THINKS IM A GOD OR BETRAY, USED, N 
HURT ME SCREW YALL

IM NOT THE CHOSEN ONE OR EVEN GOOD LOOKING SO STOP IT ALL.

IT ABOUT FATE AND ABOUT WHAT YOU DO AND DONT DO

SOMETIMES YOU WIN OR LOSE.

LIFE, LOVE, EVERYTHING YOU KNOW IS A GAME

IT TIME TO STEP UP AND FACE IT OR YOULL BE ASHAMED.

SO WHAT IF IT HOPELESS IF IT WERE ME I WONT GIVE UP THIS FANTASY

I CAN DO THIS EVEN THOUGH I'LL NEVER HAVE A LEGACY.

SO NOW I MADE MY CHOICE IM GOING TO FACE AND KILL MY DEMONS

THAT WAY I WONT FACE THEM AND YOU GUYS WONT HEAR MY TREASON.

MAYBE FATE GOT ME WHO KNOWS BUT ILL NEVER GONNA STOP FIGHTING

IF NOT IM GOING TO DROP TO MY KNEES AND START QUITING.

SO NOW I CAN EITHER LIVE OR DIE

BUT IF I DIE I CANT GET ANOTHER TRY.

SO IM A LIVE WITH MY LIFE AND HIS TERMS AND WONT PERISH

AND FOR MY ENEMIES IF THERE SOMETHING YOU WANT TO TAKE THERE NOT A THING 
I DONT CHERISH.

IN THE END IM ME

AND JUST SO YOU KNOW IM NOT A GOD, A CELEBRITY, A HERO, OR A NOBODY IM ME 
LIKE A HAWK AND AN ANGEL JUST BEING FREE.


Details | I do not know? | |

Sexual Suiside

She flits around
Flying here and there
Like a buttery
But looking more like a moth
She doesn't always
Seek out the sweet nectar
But instead...
The dangerous flames
In life
Anything that will destroy her
That is what she seeks
Bending and stretching
Swaying to the crazy heat
She courts it
Like a forbidden lover
She seeks him out...
Bringing his fiery touch
To her lips
She kisses...
Till she is killed


Details | ABC | |

Alot In Me

Afraid to sleep at night
Too much on my mind
And I pray that god
Will guide my heart
Will save me right in time
And my joy melts into stressing
I have no one to lift me high
And now the madness in me
Is gathering
Having no where left to hide
Every day in my life,
There's a problem I have to find inside
But somewhere inside my heart,
A diamond lies deep inside
And I hope I'm gonna be saved in time
So you see I got a lot in me
But there's more than this for me
When god lands his hands to heal my heart
I'll be just fine
And the madness that surrounds my heart
It shatters as they land
See I grew up on a painful road.
But I learned to block the pain
No, I wont give up tomorrow
Because I'll come to life
Again


Details | Rhyme | |

Hunger Games

- Forced into the unthinkable
  Lives are on the line
  Somehow I have to take yours
  Because I will not give up mine
  
  I am the girl on fire
  My soul ingulfed in hate
  They reaped the only thing I loved
  Now I am a player in these games
 
   Underestimate me
  That's what everyone has done
  Except the boy with the bread
  Cus my starcrossed lover and I have won

- Our only chance at hope defied them
  So the games drag on
  But these tributes have their own agenda
  I am nothing but their pawn
 
  Those blue eyes, his steady arms
  No one denies his love 
  And though it is a hunger I cannot tame 
  It's more than I'm capable
 
  I've almost accepted the end
  But then I see it there
  A weak spot, the chink in the armor
  I release my arrow into the air
 
 -I should be dead
  It would be better if I was
  But now I am the Mockingjay
  The title fits me like a glove
 
  I'm what the rebels need
  It's the only way to end the war
  Besides, I have to get him back
  For him, I ache down to my core
  
  I have lost what they once reaped
  Inside there's nothing left
  So for her, I finish this
  That symbolic arrow finds Coin's chest

-They play there in the meadow
  The mass grave for my people, not revealed
  But we live on to make their lives count
  And my love for him is REAL
 
  Although the nightmares show their faces
  This world is not how its been
  My dandelion that has shown me hope
  What I need...is him
  
  Soon they will ask questions
  I don't know what I'll say
  To explain to my children
  There are worst games you could play...
  
 


Details | Free verse | |

ENNUI OF THE LOST

Ennui conspires insipid moods
infringing human awareness,
ruled by a lunatic vision,
not controlled by insight and lucidity;
and desires of a Dolce Vita
mollify a false illusion
to appear on an intaglio, to gradually
become a shining insignia.


To steer a ship, takes effort and patience,
and if its course is guided by favorable winds,
all is well for the adventurous captain;
and should he lose focus, lured by lunacy and nihilism,
his enthusiasm wears out and failure sets in...
and his ship will lurch on unfriendly waves,
and his ennui lessens courage to deviate
from the safe route when nocturnal vision is lost indeed.


Ennui insinuates myopia,
muzzling the voice and halting 
the mind's performance,
thus forging the promise of  utopia; 
and the hunch is to pursue intuition
whenever it may lead...being
the holster controlling the steed,
getting rid of the humdrum and huff,
humming and ignoring the hourglass,
which trickles sand to infuse fear.
    


Details | Epic | |

Good Morning To Betrayal -2-

5...4...3...2......1..GO! 
Get ready to release yourself from deep waters
Land on high grounds
Thrills surrounding your awed temptations

3...2...1.. 
You are ready to take your first flight!!!    
To a wondrous
Space of wonders

Good morning to a space glimpse!

Luminous happiness sweltering
From a secure, sincere sunshine 
Peeking from scarless sun
Careless of the background

Space of wonders
You'll be always remembered 
In my photographing memory
Cherished as my own child
Remain mild...control the ship in a sprinkled space

Space of wonders
How could you mutter those
Floating inspirations?

Tripping on every verse
Keeping track of space life
Full of energy and renewal 

The commotion from Earth
Has been on the duelist 
It's inspired for awhile 
Replaced with a remarkable universe
 
Space of wonders
How could you burn our hearts with threatening passion?
Hugging us in compassion
How could you mutter those
Floating aspirations? 
Cherished as my own 
favorite memory 

Good morning to space life
Devious and uncontrollable
As slick as many criminals
Working as a one big team
To circulate around
The main sequence of trouble

Glisten as the star-filled sky
Along with warm, heartening rain

Good morning...
To you, oh glorious soul!

Your vision shown in space
Rolling in your circular face
Thrilling and tripping unsteadily
With an unstable way of living 

Close the scene for a lightyear moment
Feel our diversity

Watch the stars roam about like syrup rubbing against a soft, puffy 
pancake 

Take your flight, you sunlit fairy
On a cloudless, scarlet sky

Shining as the sun
Swiftly diving down as a surfing dude
Open as the driven waves,
trusting the possible tasks

Put your task aside for now 
Save it for leftovers
We are arriving in our zoo-like cage
Suitable for excitement and ominous worries

Welcome royal destiny!
Arriving on the doorstep of your front door

Along with a letter saying:

"Goodbye to midnight bliss!
Good morning to a kiss of gleaming space of wonder!"


Details | Quatrain | |

ANOTHER DIVINE CREATION

My beautiful body is another divine creation,
every part, so perfect, is guided by this wisest, most sinless heart,
which will not make it err when temptation
tries to weaken it by making it remember the bitterness of regrets. 


Nudity imparts its own beauty when it is considered a temple governed by purity;
nonetheless, it came from God's thoughts and artful hands;
so why should we be ashamed of it, if it is shown accordingly?
Many have exploited it for monetary gains and this is the plague of our society!   


My image is gladly seen in the clearest mirror,
inducing awareness, amazement and gratefulness,
never thinking of defiling it with unworthy offers;
even Satan is plotting against me and waving war!


Immoral persons won't hesitates to show their lewd interest,
thus taking advantage of someone needing the desperate break;  
these people corrupt any soul to rob it of dignity by their kind amenity... 
where's your sense of keenness, when it comes to view your sexuality? 
  

My beautiful body is another divine creation,
wonderfully and perfectly made to use it adequately;
glances of admiration by others may be full of inequity,
and adulating words will not flatter me, knowing their deception. 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci



Details | Light Poetry | |

TO KILL IS A SICK MIND

get help quick
you or sick
now is the time
don't put this behind
its not faith to take a life
its hate
TO KILL IS A SICK MIND


Details | Tanka | |

Rock Climbing

My daughter and I Were rock climbing one morning We got up real high I reached the top of the rock And awaited my daughter Something went bad wrong Her rope came completely loose And she was falling I grabbed rope hard and tightly But she was slipping away I started to fall Caught myself nearly the end I heard a small voice Yelling up to me, pleading “Save yourself, just let me go”
And I had to…
Russell Sivey This is a fictitious poem . No events actually took place in my life. Entrant into Lisa Hiatt ~Dark Poetess "Letting go " contest 3/30/2012


Details | Narrative | |

The Falling: Part II

Thats all she needs.
She desperatly wants his strong, protective arms to wrap around her and sheild her from this cruel world, this world that has broken her.
She desperatly needs him to whisper to her the words that would set her free.
That everything will be ok, and that he won't ever leave,
Like the many times before, where she would lie in his arms for hours
just listening to him breath in and out. His steady heartbeat playing its beautiful composition in her ear. The most signifigant sound in her world. 
She drops to her knees, pulling her drentched hair from its roots,
Screaming at the heavens.
"WHY?!"
The heavens respond with a loud bellow,
shaking the earth beneath her.
She knows the truth.

Yet she refuses to accept it.

The pouring rain continues to fall.
She continues to break.

He does not exist.
Not anymore.
He never did.

She wanted it too much.
She wanted to feel love.
She wanted to feel human.
She wanted to feel the unconditional need to be with another person,
and have that feeling returned with equal amounts of passion.

Was it too much to ask for?
Is it too much to ask for?

She can not move.
The rain starts to freeze mid air,
violently pelting her exposed body, leaving red marks as proof.
She does not care.
She can not feel.

The heavens cry out to her, begging her to get up, 
To get help.
She refuses.
All she needs is him.
Who ever He is...
Where ever He is...
She will wait.
Wait for all of eternity if need be.
She will wait for the unconditional love.
For that unruly passion that burns in both of their souls.
She waits for the man who was designed to love her,
to need her the same way she needs him.
Forever.
She waits for the man who cannot live without her warmth,
her touch. 

And with that,
She slowly, unwillingly pushes herself off the muddy pavement,
permitting herself one final glance at the angry sky,
catching a glimpse at her diamond among coal
Her only friend in the wake of night.
The moon.
"Save me, my angel...Save me."
she whispers towards the sky, allowing a tiny smile to dance across her pale, desolate face
Before returning back to her throne in her cold, abandon dungon, her in lonly, abandon castle.

Feeling a new emotion she's never felt before.

Hope.

Hope shoots across her sky like a metor.
Shinning so bright, filling her with warmth that blinds her.
The heavens cry out,
Relief.
He will find her one day.
And she will be waiting. 

[.Because Falling in love, Is giving someone the power to break you.]


Details | ABC | |

that night

I walked in the house.
you were on the couch.
the whole family was there.
you said to me i was not good enough for you.
i said what are you talking about?
he said i dont love you anymore your just not good enough.
so i left the room crying.
then it was all a blanck.


Details | Verse | |

My Death

Once I am gone 
And smile faded away by sadness, tears may fall 
But it won’t take so long to be forgotten by beloved 
As I forget people who died so long 
And now I am one of them, forgotten, abandoned even by my own shadow 
 Alone as I was born with bare hands holding nothing, having nothing 
It will be just me, and all what I gathered will be useless
only my deeds my follow me to the unreturned word
Where no mind could imagine 
And death remain as the unsolved mystery of humanity


Details | Light Poetry | |

STILL CRYING OVER YOU

tho your gone
its hard to go on
am so alone
which you come home
 am so blue
i miss you too
STILL CRYING OVER YOU


Details | Rhyme | |

End hold

human kind

Confused and blind

Filled with lust

Having no trust

It is the end of us

 

The time in nearing

It's coming close

Watch and listen

There is no hope

 

The only plan is my own

Only shared with whom iv'e told

 

It may be dark

It may be bleak

But strong and bold

I will uphold those i know have

true worth of their soul


Details | I do not know? | |

Evil My Lover

Okay, EVIL
You have reached out to me
You have touched me, if you will
But what has been your purpose?
You have never made me rich, nor famous
Or tempted me to sell my soul to the devil
Yet I have seen you 3 times
Will I ever know why, you have revealed your presence to me?
At times, I have been in pain
And my soul  has cried out
If you do this for me....
Then I will do your bidding
But you have never given me
What I truly desire...
I am in love
And in pain
With a man who does not love me
Won't you please let me catch him cheating?
Will you let me break the spell
He has put over my heart
Because my love for him is like a poison
An arsenic
And it is slowly and steadily killing me inside
To catch him cheating
Would be like breaking
The glass that encloses my heart
I would no longer be inside looking out
No longer enclosed in a hard walled prison of pain
I'd truly be free
Because cheating has been
The only hammer that has broken
The chains of love that shackles my foot steps
The glass of my heart
When it breaks, may hurt
It may even be cut and bleed
But like the animal caught in a bear trap
I bite viciously and try to amputate
The limb that enslaves me
Will the shackles
Oh, truth
Where is thy freedom?
Oh, pain
Where is thy release?
Unfaithfulness is painful that's true
But betrayal that you can sense, but never see is worse
How can you grieve properly
So, man who is lucky in your cheating games
When will you be unlucky
When will your luck run out
And when will
My freedom begin?



Details | Rhyme | |

We Have To Hunt Them Down

Late at night they greet each other,
You can hear them for miles around,,
They must be having a party 
From all the happy sounds. 
They howl and yelp and sing their song, 
Dance around like nothing’s wrong.
They have just gotten back from hunting 
And are sharing what they caught. 
Their young are very important, 
And they feed on what they brought,
They will grow up big and strong,
So when they grow they will carry on.

The way of life of the coyote
Is a very simple one.
They are very leery, 
And frighten of our guns.
They try to stay away from us 
And do the things that they must, 
But sometimes they tread 
where they shouldn’t, 
And this causes quiet a fuss. 

I wish we could tell them not to,
And to go hunt somewhere else,
This I think they would rather do,
Than to take our livestock’s pelts.

It hurts so much to do it,
But we do what we have to do,
We have to protect our livestock
So the coyotes we must pursue.
They come after our cows and sheep 
When their food cannot be found.
Then we have to thin them out.
So we have to hunt them down.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

TO HURT TO CRY OR DIE

its true
i love you
changing you put me thur
make me mad
and sad
this is why and know lie
am
TO HURT TO CRY OR DIE


Details | Couplet | |

The Bard

He came upon the midnight gloom, Through woods where mighty redwoods loom. A bard with lyre upon his back, And want of coin within his sack. There in the streets all gathered ‘round, To hear him play his haunting sound. He sang of love and tragic things. He sang of knights and mighty kings. He told his tale in rhyming verse, As all who gathered were immersed. Once he had been a valiant knight, Clad in armor that shone so bright. He served a king both fair and just, He earned his favor and his trust. Then came the day love pierced his heart, And all he’d known was torn apart. For she belonged to another, A man he loved like a brother. But she returned his lustful gaze, Her passion set his heart ablaze. And when the king came on the scene, He found his first knight with his queen. Soon everything came crashing down. A kingdom crumbled to the ground. Now what had been has passed away, Save the memory of that day. It’s kept alive in song and verse, And serves to fill his empty purse. A tale of woe, forgotten not, Of Guinevere and Lancelot.


Details | Light Poetry | |

THIS MAN LAZY

he was my dream
mama he is mean
and acts crazy
THIS MAN LAZY


Details | Rhyme | |

Three Wooden Crosses

beneath this iron maiden
lies three wooden crosses

such tragedy comes to those
with their life losses

fourteen fifteen and sixteen
even in the backseat a beauty queen

mother told them not to go
father told them to take it slow

waving goodbye off they went
riding on tires with a wheel thats bent

out comes the beer and the weed
being such fools tossing around the seeds

ran a stop sign just up the road
got smashed by a trucker hauling a load

spun the car into a lamp post
now three bodies linger around as ghost

but the beauty queen did survive
by wearing her seatbelt and thanks god shes alive



Please Talk To Your Kids
Drinking And Driving Dont' Mix
And Alway's Remember That Seatbelt


Details | Free verse | |

THE PHILANDERER


Am I just afraid?
Judging the way I had lived,
Not only had I been a slave to sin,
But have been living in it.

Am I damned?
Not that I made a trade for fame,
But the things I have done in widows close,
Am timorous of what I am?

Am a philanderer?
Storming in lust,
Not that I what it that way,
But I just am. 

Am I just confused?
Or have cherry-pick troubles?
Not for once had I had this occurrences,
But I was just there.

Am scared?
If I can just revolutionize,
I pray, God!
Just wondering if God will exonerate me?


Details | Light Poetry | |

LIFT UP YOUR HEAD

stop the frown
stop looking down
your know clown
no bad or sad
things may sound
make a new bed
LIFT UP YOUR HEAD


Details | I do not know? | |

The Anthem of Audrey and Alice

A day that passed a time ago amongst the glory of all mankind 
lived an angel thy Audrey from Athens who's heart was in twined, 
Oh indeed in a time of the finest of kings, and the duchess and queens, 
For Audrey to love in the likes of she, indeed in all was not to be, 
For Audrey of Athens who cried for one's love, to hold and to cherish,    
Whom she found in the likes of Alice of Abington, oh indeed such a merit, 
But who's to dwell on such the dungeons of this timely parade? 
For one such as Audrey to hide away her mask in this gathering of days, 
Oh such a yearning cries out of her heart for the one she holds so dear, 
To whisper the songs of love in Alice's ear where no one can hear, 
To taste the tingle in one's lips, and the breath of curious wonder, 
As bare as they are the two become one under the growling gods of thunder, 
How can one such as Audrey of Athens pronounce to the world, 
That it is true love in which was found, indeed in the likes of another girl, 
In the heart of Alice from Abington whom she cries for till death, 
As now the lonely angel from Abington waits still sitting on her lover's front steps.


Details | Free verse | |

Razors

Razors

Shiny silver

on the fence, slashing flesh.

A broken chance to escape is

Cut free.


Details | Light Poetry | |

HOT GIRTS

its  can make you dance
so don't be fancy pants
make some one mad
you'll be sad
if they fixs 
and throw that
HOT GRITS


Details | I do not know? | |

Nightmare

My head was covered with jewels sweat and mud,
Bodies lay strewn before me, 
Creating a barrier and a challenge.
Climb, climb says a voice in my head,
Or accept the fate of those who lay before you.
I hear the whistling and the dull thud of another shell hitting the ground.
I take a breath and with every ounce of energy,
I scramble over men, men that fought beside me, and against me.
When I reach the other side, I fall down,
Not dead or wounded, but overwhelmed, 
Overwhelmed by the challenges that lay before and behind me
The thought that, I might not make it home,
 The terror of never smiling, or seeing anyone smile again.
Who knew a war could do so much,
Turn the live into dead and the young into old and tear the world apart.
I came here wanting to go to war, feeling excited to fight, feeling it my duty,
I shall leave here either broken or dead.
But I need to make it back,
For if I lay here, all these feelings won’t just be in my head,
They will be real, 
And will be dead.


Details | I do not know? | |

A part of me

I lost a part of me
Once upon a time
Cause I was wild and didn't
Want to let go
I didn'tknow that I lost a
Part of me
At least
Not until I was way out of hand
I lost a part of me
That's now finnally coming back.


Details | Tetractys | |

My Dear Friend You Are Not Forgotten

my
dear friend
today I
received letter
from your mom and dad
stated that killed while serving
seems like only yesterday
were cruising on our 4 wheelers
I shall honor thy name displaying
flag and medal of valor on mantel






Tribute To Dear Friends
And To Our Troops


Details | I do not know? | |

Echoes in the Mist

i follow forever along the forgotten shore 
searching for someone
 
that I once knew before
 
images of misty vivid blue
are only shadows 
of what once was me 
and what once was you
 
searching in sentimental sands
strolling along the sea-kissed beach
 
holding hands
that are now out of reach
 
images of cherry red
are now only love stories
playing over and over inside of my head
 
i chase seagulls into the breeze
i remember days like these
when you were here taking me to my sandy knees
and we were more
than salty shadows dancing to the music of the open seas
 
familiar footprints
follow echoes into the mist
longing for luscious lips
that I once kissed
 
waves crash and seagulls fly
footprints fade and run away
shadows splash as lovers wonder why
echoes in the mist are the only things here to stay


Details | Epic | |

Ronin my own heart 32

High upon this hill of long grass we sit in repose staring off in the distance
down upon the valley and village of our youth
the sun is setting in the sky and I feel its fading warmth
pushing us toward winter pushing me back toward duty and my destiny
but my dream is now with you at my side and nothing to want or worry
A child runs with purpose against the blowing grasses
This child your child your boy left as a gift and testament from his father
runs quickly into your welcoming arms winded breathing a familiar innocence
out into this undeserving world
the weight of my purse has become burdensome as it presses against
my sword and side I rip it free from my body
this bloodprice bloodmoney I have never had a use for until now
Possibly to do good could justify the price it has cost my conscience
Freely I pass it over to you 
As the wind blows between us you know
soon I will be gone


Details | ABC | |

FLY-BOYS



World War I gave us the fly-boys
Who flew by the seat of their pants.
Many would never return from war
While others survived by chance.

Their planes were mostly canvas and wood
Gasoline, bullets, bombs and poison gas.
Every pilot carried his own pistol
Wearing leathers, scarf and goggles of glass.

Aviators had no Parachutes
To escape their burning plane.
Many were forced to jump to their death
Or self inflect a bullet to the brain.

Blimps where known as battleships of the sky
The roar of their engines gave reason for fear.
They flew so high they were hard to shoot down
Hiding above clouds till their targets drew near.

Tracer bullets for the first time were used
In the guns of airplanes to set blimps a fire.
The skies became man’s highway of death
With duty and honor their driving desire.

How many Fly-boys have we lost since then
Those days of the Great War and more?
Where do we get such brave souls of chance
Who rise from the rest in the battles of war?

By Tom Zart







Details | I do not know? | |

The Glass Palace

A beautiful princess all dressed in white
Stands alone in the still of night
A vision of light in a palace of glass
If she takes a step it all may crash
Down, down so she may never get out 
From underneath the horrific drought
Her precious soul she tries to save
But what her eyes see is so very grave
Don't move, don't breathe, it's all at stake
Wait, this palace is not real, but fake
It's an illusion of a life her heart dreamed of
That was never blessed from the One above
So how could this be a palace of truth
No, just a dream born of youth
So she stands very still
This place so cold she feels the chill
In the core of her soul
She longs for someone to hold 
The picture looks so perfect so pure
But look closer, look at the core
Full of lies and dark deceit
How will she survive the defeat
It's falling, falling all around
She can't bear the twisted sound
Of the crashing walls as they tumble down
Her pretty smile has turned to frown
She rushes out of the dreadful place
Her hands over her weeping face
How foolish she was in her palace of glass
She falls to her knees and prays this will pass
Then a tiny voice inside her soul says "stand tall
Don't look back, step away from it all"
She obeys the voice and walks towards the light
Her heart knowing she has won the fight
Tears stream down her face
She thanks God for His saving grace
Her glass slipper shatters but she does not bleed
Cover me Lord, this she pleads
He brings her to a place of peace
From her palace she is finally released
She stands now with her broken crown
But she is not sad, she does not frown
She glances over her shoulder at the shattered glass 
And realizes this too will pass
She feels the warmth of His brilliant light
And she now knows what is right
She thanks the Lord for all His love
As she looks up she sees a white dove
She says goodbye to the emptiness
Finally her soul can rest


Details | ABC | |

AS THE MADNESS OF WAR TELLS ITS STORY




Goodness must overrule absolute evil
Though there’s nothing worse than war.
Sometimes we have no alternative option
Except to kill or be killed as before.

The best of plans can go amiss
With uncertainties till the first shots are fired.
As generals plot their path toward victory
It’s up to the wounded, the fallen and tired.

It’s not how strong or athletic you are
That decides who is blessed to return.
Those who survive are a product of luck,
And our prayers and support they’ve earned.

War seems to peel the veneer off society
Exposing our villain within.
A crazy obsession to rule over others
By death, destruction and sin.

The mayhem of conflict is a ongoing scourge
Robbing man from intended glory.
The hinge of history swings in all directions
As the madness of war tells its story.


By Tom Zart


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Details | Dramatic monologue | |

No Bravery

Gone fishin' in a pool of bloody limbs,

With a skipping boat made of salmon's jello,

Unable to hold, I've been washed down a chute of ooze.

Springing into a mattress of milk-flavored syrup,

I like to imagine myself beveraged between fish as I ride the waves.

It seems the sea was whipped into foaming bubbles,

Like a firefighter's thick chemical shaving cream.

Above the tears, I've become so loud and so queery-eyed,

Scared of every bothersome creature beneath the Poseidon with a soft drink's 
lemony-sour taste,

Thinking to wash away the flavor before it becomes more of a peephole

And to see what to devour quickly in a race.


 

Hoping that the old curmudgeon's pet grass didn't sit out a dance,

So I'm able to cycle on land instead of a tidal wave of tears.

A fantasy with nice dreams mounded with earth piled around over a capital hill.

Sloping down a planet's telex,

Signaling for a tore-up sidewalk to add a drain to sink the ocean.

A bulletproof monk, I wish I was.

Emphasizing a solitary dinner with stab wounds that only get bigger,

The more lonely I become. 

Alone, wishing for loads of land,

Grieving tears for the zebra's dress to stop all the world.

Before fish get more advanced in chess,

I have faith that I will see.

They say that there is nothing to fear,

No dandruff like cocaine in the sea to inhale and tremor,

without a bite from the flesh.


Details | I do not know? | |

When Life's a-callin'

swallowed whole by the pains of this society
the troubles of this life deem death to my sobriety 
screaming from within for something more
I found it, but what did i do? left it at the door
With His arms wide open, my way out
yet it seems that my feet won't move
or my mindset is screwed
either way all sense, from me, elude 
knowing what i must do
yet dying not to
when Life's a-callin'....




Details | Concrete | |

by the mailbox

The message you sent me
is silent but still a message
I try to understand
the way of the roots
the migrating silence of water.
We take from nature
what we can, I study the silence
I picture you miles north.
leaning over the empty pages,
Dear...... you to write
but already the page is a window
curtained in the early silence
                               of snow.


Details | Light Poetry | |

SANDY HURRACAIN BLUES

she  move and grove
had tools to destroy school
power to be on the news
sandy was dandy
she gave the world
the little boys and girls
the
SANDY HURRACAIN BLUES


Details | I do not know? | |

INNER SELF

E ndless imagination of my destiny
D uel with my mind and conscience.

H ow I handle my fate years come,
O rdinal faith  yet wants  spare strength.
R elentless coed,  strive for  greenery.
L ove and devotion to Creator and my origin.
I ndeed a priceless virtue we may conspire
C arved-in to mind its noble motive
K inetic energy , ancestors that  left me.

B eget destiny though unfamiliar
U ltimate vision that I might prosper
L ive life to the fullest as ever
L iken all virtual defying ambitions
E minent prosperity  I  survive for
C arried away by humiliation to date
E ndless yet progressive showdown
R egret not  as  I direct  them to my one-point


Details | Free verse | |

An Exodus Storm

Deep within the clouds, Astounding energy surges in their bottomless oblivion Echoes are heard in the land below the clouds, signaling a storm Warnings spread about in the village and commotion began to take its toll A glowering storm is heading their way They got to hide or else…they’ll meet their fate A haunting storm is about to prevail They got to run or else…they’ll yield to their departure They’re facing hopeless departure They’re losing their minds They’re screaming for help, but it’s a blur They’re overlooking their grinds There is no way to outrun The exodus storm


Details | Light Poetry | |

TO HURT TO CRY

this pain underneat
and got me beat
help i seek
am so weak
feel like i won't  die 
this is no lie
here why
am
TO HURT TO CRY


Details | Ballad | |

Mistress of my night

a word with pain is soothing
Alore acursed my heart today
The fold out of it's tastire left me blue
The move of it's pearl speeks memory
let nutral sea fall too ashes 
beganing every verse with nathches
work hard when u place yourself in doubt
long for a moment of victory in triumph
A singnal to  horses blank note symbolzies the future quotes
a grave sworn to poland it's taker
A protongment for it's waker
A tardin for places
A paper wait a fold of ace's
A begging diperate maul speeks out
looking for answer to his freedom
he sweeps through the open-ended mardom
In messeagers of the broughter
Aloned walked the manked barrower
he resides the aoom of the acrowned
navley setting for closer
his bed saved from exposer
A winlrd passive word of confusion
The walls impalmped with bulushion
stow the brutes fine shade 
I warnaze a matters of pentance


Details | Light Poetry | |

TO MUCH MONEY

some have it all
winter summer or fall
they party and have a ball
to them everything funny
spend on there bunny
always looking for more honey
some have 
TO MUCH MONEY


Details | Free verse | |

Boundless Prejudice

ailing and exhausted
I cloak myself 
beneath the glittering orbs

my yearning
securely clasped
one more wound in my core

vanished is all despair..
chortle or mourn
foreboding only a murmur in the wind

once wistful
I scampered baying
torment piercing my soul

I  thought you mystical
and willingly followed
until treachery discarded my affection

I pray not for revenge
the infatuation was my own
I shall delight in detesting you




Details | Couplet | |

When I Was A King

Woken was the king to a reality when he was once great. 
He rises to his feet to rise to the occasion, but only to find out he’s years too late. 

You see, all good things must come to an end. 
There are more things important than the money you spend.

Time is on the side to those who side with it.
Don’t blink because beauty you just might miss it.

The beast is the truth, and the lie you told yourself.
With love there is no need for wealth as I always say myself.

The throne slips through your fingers like sand.
No longer do you have a queen to hold your hand.

They say it’s better to have loved & lost than to have never loved at all.
I disagree because I see her face on every girl as she is my downfall.

However, you cannot force a king to rule. 
He might be cut out to jester or be a petty fool. 

The queen may never have been a queen to start.
She might take your riches & rob your heart.

I was once a king…
But I’m nothing more than a boy lost in love with no hand for my ring. 

I guess love had my imagination in an odd place.
Either that or I should have seen the signs when you wanted “space.”

My mother always said my first love would be a fling…
But 3 years later I still feel like she was my queen & I was her king…


Details | Cowboy | |

Where am I ?

I see buzzards circling up high...
The sun so hot we could all die.

Nites are long for a guy.
The stars seem brighter in this sky.

Lizards run to and fro,
but there is no where to go !

I look in the cattles' eyes...
and hear a lonesome coyote cry.

A road runner darts across the sand...
So many rocks a man can't stand !

The beans and bread are getting old...
Even the nites are getting cold.

                                                            By Perri R. Voge


Details | Free verse | |

Traped In a Dream

The cold mist on the grass 
Nourishes innocent souls
As to carry them along without word
But influencing enough
To drift you into the
Sun.


Details | I do not know? | |

In A Search

There comes a snail
out of a hole,
in search of a more pleasant
place to live.

Neglecting the coolness of the hole and,
seeking for a different kind of life.
Moving into the more sunny and
breezy light of life.

Becoming the happiest of a newly found home,
a home away from home;
Suddenly asked to return to his shell,
because of neglects from his new environmental home.

Tears of the unknown
overcrowded his face;
Is t;is how cruel life could be?
Is t;is how cruel life could be?


Details | Light Poetry | |

TOUGH GUY

some or tall
some or small
build like a wall
working in a bad places
them you have the faces
here's why
we call them
TOUGH GUY


Details | Cinquain | |

LIVID ESCAPE

What I
sought in money...
was my livid escape
from a reality I couldn't break
with haste! 


Details | Free verse | |

God's Little Critters

vast wilderderness she lays her head 
moss strewn rock beds and nil vegetation 
in the distant the lone wolf begins to howl 
no sun to call her own   
just gotten entangled in a predators sneer 
shes begins gnawing frantically
blood soaked coating
and one less hoof to stand with
this tiny deer finally had gotten freed
just as I was picking up the phone to
call animal control to help out
one of God's own little critters  




Tribute To
God's Critters

Also Entry For
Laura Mckenzie's
Beyond Nightfall Contest


Details | Haiku | |

The Cyclops

Cyclops with one eye 
Blinded by a pointed stick 
Fights alone in darkness


Details | Rhyme | |

9/11

i decided to get my bible out for awhile
and if it wasn't for Him, I wouldn't be walking another mile
and with all the people ascending into heaven
this day is now known as 9/11
















Details | Sestina | |

The Passage

A young man’s walk was careful,
As he strode through the passage. 
The walls were dotted with a red
That refused to be washed away with water.
The young man’s memory still pictured the fangs,
As they plunged into the neck of the woman.

The infirmary was in charge of the woman
Now. The hands of the nurses were careful 
As they tended to her wounds. The beast’s fangs
Killing her. A bible was brought and a passage 
Was read. The twisting and turning of the water
That dripped down her face made her cheeks red.

The young man’s face was painted red
With fury. The one dying on the bed was his woman,
His wife. The walls he passed oozed with slime and water.
To sneak upon the beast in slumber, he must care o’ full
Not to stumble. A room appeared at the end of his passage,
The evidence of the beast’s presences was made by the work of his fangs.

The victim lay dreaming of the gleaming white fangs,
That punctured her neck. The blood trickling out was crimson red.
She scrambled to reach the safety of the passage,
But the reason for her tumble was her clothing of a woman.
They were not made for escaping even if one was careful,
Her terror caused her eyes to water.

In his pocket, the young man stored a vile of holy water,
And a wooden stake to end the reign of the evil beast’s fangs.
The young mans creep must not have been as careful,
As he thought for the beast sat up, his eyes a blood red.
A flutter of frantic thoughts ran through his mind, mostly the woman.
He glanced once more, before he faced it, at his safety…the passage.

The words drew to a close, the ending of the passage.
The elderly nurse brought a glass to her lips, water.
The eyes gave one last flicker, the body one last shudder as the woman
Died. A flash across the sky, two bolts struck the ground, fangs.
The beast saw naught but red,
His body fell; he smiled as he passed on. The victor’s step over the fallen was 
careful.

His stride up the passage was careful as he went to see her.
He ran water over his hands to wash away the red.
He saw her last, his woman, no more then a victim of the fangs. 


Details | I do not know? | |

drowning in a depressed world

drowing in a depressed world 
yelling out HELP but nobody hears me
drowning in my sorrow
running towards no were to go
trying to escape from my own sorrow
but seeing no hidden door to get out 

drowning in a depressed world 
seeing with a stranger's eyes 
seeing murder , hate, and suicide
and broken hearts.

drowning in a depressed world


Details | Light Poetry | |

FERRY BOAT

i try to get there
it was storming  here
i got wet  like a old goat
it was a no show you know
WAITING FOR THE
FERRY BOAT


Details | I do not know? | |

Hills of Pills

Standing alone here on my hill
I struggle everyday to take my pills
blue and green fading away
the red ness blush of my face

the wind blows nice and calm, 
im relaxed to know that everythings gone
i know that  time is very demanding
I can't wait till im no longer standing

The pain and struggle that i encounter everyday
keeps me here, and keeps me away
from all the things that make me take
these pill and keeps my mental state.


Details | Alliteration | |

this baby

this baby that is born on christmas day
why is he here
why did he live
this baby was born to take our sins
yet we feast and party christmas
we don't bless this child 
we don't care that he is born
we don't care that he died on the cross
we don't understand what he was for
this baby born on christmas day


Details | Bio | |

I'm Not Like You John Muir

I'm not like you John Muir:
I haven't fell into the deepest well;
I haven't swam through a solid stream;
And I haven't felt a gushing geyser's steam--
I've only been forever locked in this cell.

I'm not like you John Muir:
I've never slept under the stars;
I've never had grizzly meat for a snack;
And I've never ridden on horseback--
I've only ridden in lazy cars.

I'm not like you John Muir:
I will never fight for a cause;
I will never see mountain peaks;
I will never bathe in bottomless creeks,
And no one will ever know who I was.

I'm not like you John Muir,
But I wish that I was.


Details | Free verse | |

THE ENNUI OF THE LOST

Ennui conspires insipid moods
infringing human awareness,
ruled by a lunatic vision,
not controlled by insight and lucidity;
and a desire for a Dolce Vita
mollifies a false illusion
to appear on an intaglio, to gradually
become a shining insignia.


To steer a ship, takes effort and patience,
and if its course is guided by favorable winds,
all is well for the adventurous captain;
and should he lose focus, lured by lunacy and nihilism,
his enthusiasm wears off and failure sets in...
and his ship will lurch on unfriendly waves,
and his ennui deprives him of courage to deviate
from the safe route when nocturnal vision is lost indeed.


Ennui insinuates myopia,
muzzling the voice and halting 
the mind's performance,
thus forging the promise of utopia; 
and the hunch is to pursue intuition
whenever it may lead...being
the holster controlling the steed,
getting rid of the humdrum and huff,
humming and ignoring the hourglass,
which trickles the sand to infuse fear.
    


Details | Lyric | |

Earthbound

A falling silent sky
And upside down, in this sky I cry
Broken rules as all silence screams
The air is thin, is this but a dream?

A glowing distant star
It comes so close, but its warmth is far
Moonlight recites painful rhyme
In space I breathe, but choke all the time

A fading planet of blue
The ocean all, reminds me of you
With such delight I feel the sun
Reflects the earth, as I am undone

Solace of my disease
That I can see, but never reprieve
Creature of mine so peaceful here
The blackest hole becoming so clear

Burning in bitter night
The webs of pain have made darkness bright
So close to death and drifting alone
I have become the faded unknown

A glowing distant star
The warmth has scorched, now it’s not so far
The scattered night silencing fear
Now thoughts of you; the ocean so clear

Swimming in currents of light
The reflecting stars charting my flight
My tears reclaim the need for your love
Just take me home, with all space above


Details | ABC | |

THE RIVER OF NO RETURN



Beware of the streams of evil
Feeding the river of no return.
Where whatever gives us pleasure
Is our only worry and concern.

True happiness results from blessings
Handed down from heaven to earth.
God seems to smile on people in love
Who have chosen to share their worth.

Three types of humans occupy earth
The bad, the not so bad and the horrible.
Somewhere in-between, most us are
And our babies are most adorable.

Far too many become disappointing
Mimicking adults as they stretch and grow.
Lost somewhere in self indulgence
In a world they have yet to know.

Thanks to faith and spiritual teachings
Multitudes follow the path of grace.
The righteous are the hope of man
As we journey the dangers of space.

Reject what is selfish, cruel and unkind
Steer clear of evil deeds without fear.
Listen to the voice of  God in man
And  you’ll remain more civilized and clear.


By Tom Zart


Details | Sonnet | |

TROY

TROY



Fabled proud towers across the Aegean
Sheer walls never breached;
From far-off  Hellas rarely seen
Till by the angry Greeks full-reached.

Burnt and humbled, a culture erased.
After ten years the city strong-walled
Was obliterated, washed away, effaced  -
And history was appalled.

So also  the Atlantis, Cumorah,and  Inca delirium
Drowned in the flow of time,
Killed in their flowering, like Illium :
Such cultural perfection sublime.

        The tide  of history washes and cleans 
        Leaving no trace of stillborn might-have-beens 


Details | Light Poetry | |

MY HEAD WAS SPINNING

left my jod
which is not odd
 so i hop from the lot
where i park
mabe astart not to far
to abar
took a few i tell you
i was just a griming
and my
MY HEAD WAS 
SPINNING


Details | Free verse | |

SMILES

You made me laugh, 
You drove me crazy,
and everyday you 
always made me 
smile...
Even after your gone
you still have my heart
and uplift my soul, which
brings me too a smile! 
While I sit here and 
reminisce on the wild
adventure life we 
embraced, we were 
like two lost souls 
starving for attention 
and thriving for our 
journey we were about 
to embark... For it drove 
us to our deepest desires 
and the passion of what 
road we were going to 
endure... Then when it 
opened it was only me.
For you and I were torn 
apart, from a tragic mishap
that ripped you away 
from my heart.... 
One Life... One Love... One Soul


Details | Light Poetry | |

PASSING THUR

we all must fall
someday here what i say
to make change
stop the worlds pain
be like the falling rain
thats makes you blue
WE'RE JUST
PASSING THUR


Details | Ballad | |

Babydoll

Trying to escape from it all I detach from reality Knowing my spirit will be Safe Too much torment have I gone through To know that this story is truly mine Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll In my mind there is a haven Only I can enter, but everyone else is there Its there I will find a new tactic To keep on living in your torment On the way home I'll die a few times But just to know I really lived I'll have to find a new way to bleed If I want to escape I'll have to loose myself Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll


Details | Light Poetry | |

TO HURT TO CRY

its so deep
that am weak
feel like i won't die
this is know lie
don't as me why
just to HURT TO
CRY


Details | Light Poetry | |

WORLD OF CONFUSTION

so much going on
some or wrong
some or right
some or up tight
some always won't to fights
this is not a lustion
its a
WORLD OF CONFUSTION


Details | Free verse | |

The Second String

Though we’ve been labeled the second string we will resonate the loudest.
The profoundness will be heard in our voice for we will speak deep and roar the loudest.
Ironic because our cries fell on your deaf ears.
Because of you in sorrow we have drowned.
Now it is our grandness that drowns your voice out.
 
You wished not to stand with us and instead chose to topple us.
Now it’s over you where we stand.
With fire in one hand and ire in the other we will show you how mistaken you are.
We will no longer be the oars you used to paddle across the pond,
For we’ve become the precious metals you will never again stumble upon.
 
As of now your sentiments are irrelevant.
For now you must be another soul walking on this earth who must learn to live with regrets.
 
We are the strong who you’ve mistaken as the weak.
You can't even remember us as the ones who got away.
For we are the memories you cannot keep.
 
Again and again you’ve plucked our strings.
Like a violin we’ve continuously been played.
You grew tired of our melodies only to find out that it was because of your hands,
That our symphonies had been delayed.
 
With sounds that become astray we continue to grow louder.
Your ridicule diminishes.
Your voice becomes fainter.
The harmonics in our harmony continue to echo.
 
We were looked down upon.
 
But with our heads raised we now recognize we were the ones passed on.
You've passed judgment on us but it’s now we who look past you.
And though our pride is what you now detest.
It’s excuses from your hands that we wrest.
 
We will continue to roar.
We will continue to smile
We set the tone to be wild.
 
We will continue to be the sound that causes your unrest.
For we are the second string.
We will resonate the loudest. 


Details | Ballad | |

Dissociation

I see a better world that I can use Its far from you And inside me The reality is too much to handle anymore It's a place we all can love A place where all angels dwell Burnt in my mind everything you've done to me It saves me to go away It's my internal prison It's my only safe-haven I'm my mind there is a place That only I can control Your misery will haunt me no more As Long as I'm in my own reality You will be no more It's deep enough where you will never find But open enough to keep expanding I will not be stapled by your dominance anymore This is it i will take a stand A sky with death In it's smile Rolls across the night It seeks to know what is wrong And the thing is you I'm my mind there is a place That only I can control Your misery will haunt me no more As Long as I'm in my own reality You will be no more I'm my mind there is a place That only I can control Your misery will haunt me no more As Long as I'm in my own reality You will be no more I'm my mind there is a place That only I can control Your misery will haunt me no more As Long as I'm in my own reality You will be no more


Details | Rhyme | |

Struggle to the top

his heart is poetic
yet he regrets it
for respect he sticks his neck out its life and death kid
he give's words depth and yet his soul hasn't left
running out of breath
feels like hes been punched in the chest
he knows he's cursed but he knows hes blessed
misery and obsession lead him to success of his first lesson
always keep the opposition double guessing
and if he could make a suggestion
Dont come to close he fires like a smith a wesson
but dont be scared hes just hurt from the last person he let in


Details | Light Poetry | |

WHAT MADE US PART

baby you when away
the other day
you broke my heart
oh baby
WHAT MADE US PART


Details | Light Poetry | |

DON'T GO OUT

its very bad don't be sad
and slip twist like whip
dress its a mess
the wind blow wet snow
no doudt
you should not
DON'T GO OUT


Details | Light Poetry | |

BREAKING OUT IN A SWEAT

when i think
my eyes blink
its in the back of my mind
tho am corlor blind
that was a bas and sad time
that i will never forget
now so many lives or set
i still do too
AND
BREAKING OUT IN A
SWEAT


Details | Quatrain | |

TOO INCONSIDERATE, TOO SELFISH

I trashed many deserving and precious loves in bloom
down my favorite path, where lovely lilacs grew;
I took everything they offered me with an eager hand,
but heartlessly buried thier worth underneath the cold sand... 



How did I become too inconsiderate, too selfish...
by showing no regard for their genuine feelings?
They loved me as if I was the only man alive having only one constant wish:
to spoil me with kisses and keeping me warm in their passionate embraces! 



I constantly bite my hyprocritical lips, thinking of what I have done,
and guilt pounds steadly inside to rebuke my unkind deeds;
they wanted friendship more than gifts and fun...
they are strangers now, ignoring my greetings!



Intentional or not, I pursued pleasure instead of amability,
taking advantage of their vulrerability, leaving their sincere hearts empty;
doesn't an impish child get what he wants with his annoying cries?
That was me, so insensible and unfair, stealing trust and affection to satisfy my urges...   



How did awareness reduce me to this state of misery?
They caught up with my clever lies and shut the door into my face,
reminding me that all good friends are hurt by dishonesty;
and now how can I win back their trust and not be affected by old malice?  



How did I become too inconsiderate, too selfish so driven by duality? 
I put me first, leaving their intense desires behind;
they deserved to be understood and be truly loved,
without an indication of doubt from someone too impervious to their plea... 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Light Poetry | |

ROOTS OF THE BLUES

they sing in prison rain
 learm to  quick
the mix blues mixs
it s muisc that don't fade
it  was those sad days
when black was confuse
it was bad new
THE
ROOTS OF THE BLUES


Details | Ballad | |

Tiger Tiger

I met you once before, 
But you were all on fire. 
We passed on the Spanish stairs, 
Couldn't you take me any higher? 
Well who are you? 
What do you want from me? 
I'm not blind, 
But I really can't see. 
The one that I love has no vision, 
But she can see. 
She thinks I'm a clown, 
She thinks, "He's no good to me". 
Well, I floated for so long, 
That I thought I was dead. 
Now I know that something incredible 
Is trapped inside my head.  

I don't want any money, 
And I don't need any fame. 
I want to find out what I did 
But do I want to do it again?  

I've been to hell and 
I've been to places much worse. 
My name is now a burden, 
My life must carry a curse. 
Haunted by my unknown past, 
But still I must go on. 
Hunted by just about everyone,
So I'm always on the run. 
Jaunting through time 
And jaunting through space. 
I've got to keep moving, 
I can't stay in one place. 
I'm only one step ahead 
And they're closing in fast. 
I'm getting very tired, 
I don't know how long I can last. 

My brain hurts a lot and 
I know someone is close to me. 
I don't know where to go, 
I know they won't let me be. 
The stairs were on fire, 
As we passed with outstretched hands. 
Trying to hold each other, 
Pushing back the grains of sand. 
We both knew that we were 
Really different worlds, apart. 
I only had to look at the burning man, 
Didn't even know where to start. 
Please let it out of my head, 
The secret that could explode. 
I don't want to end up blind, 
Stranded on that road.

Where is that Spanish stair now? 
And can I still reach it? 
Do I see pain or is there 
Pleasure beneath it? 
The fire that burns Is out of control now. 
I try to hide my face 
From the flames in the Jar now. 
But her face is a memory 
And it is melting away. 
I ask for her hand, 
But I've nothing more to say. 
She pulls it back and 
A tear falls from her eye. 
Her head falls as she motions to me, 
Goodbye, goodbye. 

I don't want any money, 
And I don't need any fame. 
I want to find out what I did 
But do I want to do it again? 


''Based on the book 'Tiger Tiger' by Alfred Bester.


Details | Light Poetry | |

SMOKE

its not a chill pill
it kill
so do the lords will
so for hope
don't mope
preach and teach
stop the
SMOKE


Details | Light Poetry | |

THE WORD NIGGER

 its uese all the time
it don't shine
its sad and its bad
to say   stop it today
its not right  its a theme
thats mean
stand foe low life
some it will nigger
THE WORD NIGGER


Details | Light Poetry | |

CRIME DOESN'T PAY

mabe you think it do
well  this rings a bell
i tell you
i've  been there too
only a few 
get thur
you run from day to day
hear what i say
CRIME DOESN'T PAY


Details | Rhyme | |

Life As It Is


As I sit here and ponder and write in my pad
I truly realize just what I had, had
Those many years ago we were so alive
Life seem so simple we had so much drive
Worries were small but you'd always survive
Even when families had a divide
Pulling together is how it's described
Families struggling daily just to stay alive
Now both parents work so the family will thrive
The world today is hard to subscrbe
It's scary and fearful with so many vives
It's also important to keep all your pride
Not to take life in one simple stride.


Details | Light Poetry | |

GLAD TO HAVE YOU BACK

you are  everything
what love brings
i was almost insane
aiways call youe name
its a fact
am so 
GLAD TO HAVE YOU BACK


Details | Free verse | |

(Jack) Griffin

The ocean waves are active,
The breeze is nice and brisk,
The children play in the sand,
Towers and parapets with moat.

I am surprised that no one has noticed
My footprints in the sand.

Leaving the moving acres of tan and foaming water
I stand at a stop with two other folks,
Paying me no mind, they stand quietly.
The autobus approaches and the eager attendees tense.

They enter and I follow,
The conductor demands no toll from me.

To Baker and 72nd we approach,
A man pulls the stop line,
The carrier pulls to a stop and the man erects
I follow him off as it is my stop as well.

I stand ready to cross the street, and as I cross
The behemoth lurches forward and strikes me.

I bounce off of its front, landing painfully on the curb.
Bleeding from several wounds acquired from the crash, 

I stand.

The city streets are buzzing,
The air is rank with fumes and smoke,
The denizens are busy scurrying about,
In bowlers, and two-piece suits with coat.

I am surprised that not one of them has noticed
The blood trailing my steps.

I call out, to no response,
To no aid, and no hope.
I continue forward and call again,
A man huddled in the corner of a building,
Freezing, like the heart of a cruel mistress.


He tensed when I cried out for help.
He heard me.

I approach the shivering man,
I inquire to his state, he quivers and remains silent.
I know you can hear me, I need help!
I grab his shoulder and pull him over to face me.

My arms fall limp to my side, in awe
The man staring up at me is a reflection.

I turn to flee, mixed feelings of doubt and terror
How could it possibly be? How can he be me?
As I amble forward the air becomes sharp and cold.
Bleeding and shivering, I fall to the ground amidst the crowd.

Fading, the day becomes night at 1:42pm.
The streets suddenly become deathly quiet.

Just another day in the city.


Details | Light Poetry | |

TEARS OVER THE OCEAN

i must say it was a sad day
didn't won't leave this way
 i love you a lot
my eyes a woo
on the way home
i felt so alone
something went wrong
as the the plane
was in motion
it was
TEAR OVER THE OCEAN


Details | Light Poetry | |

REPLACE MENT RACE

be aware this like to share
some don't care
so just stare
be ready be steady
have the tools go back to schools
as a races  so much we face 
there plan stand
the
REPLACEMENT RACE


Details | Light Poetry | |

HOME BOY BLUES

they stand a nd plan
drinking a beer can
with all in hands
on the street coener
some or loner
and bad sad newes
theyer the
HOME   BOY  BLUES


Details | Light Poetry | |

HOW TO STOP A FOOL

in  every race
you can trace
they have there place
think theyer cool
am well school
pay them no mine
act like your blind
cause theyer a bad news
so don't choose
that
HOW TO STOP A FOOL


Details | I do not know? | |

Taste of Your Own Remedy

There's this gurl that I once knew
That tried to tell everybody what to do
No matter how big or how small 
She thought that she could rule em' all
She had so much pride
Her feelings she would never hide
She always loved breaking people down
From all this misery is what she found
Because of her bad personality
She finally got a piece of her own remedy


Details | Light Poetry | |

LOVE IS BLIND

its a feeling has you reeling
has only one appeeling
that your inside
that world wide
your feeling is your guild
its be sad or bad
but alsomkae life shine
lLOVE IS BLIND


Details | Light Poetry | |

DON'T CARE WHAT PEOPLE SAY

some say for me
your not the key
wish theyed let me be
you see 
i love you for you
together so much we been thur
i love you in everyway
i
DON'T CARE WHAT PEOPLE
SAY


Details | Light Poetry | |

BLACK AND BLUE

it was  a sucker punch
that made me hunch
i got caught
to i faught
i got off
it hurt too
now my eye is
BLACK AND BLUE


Details | Light Poetry | |

MISTAKES

you can bet
you can correct
its a bad dedt
we all do
i do too
but its never to late
to make up for
MISTAKES


Details | Ballad | |

Forsaken Eurydice

[Satyr]
A quick game is all it will be
I can tell you can hear my shouts and screams from forest 
Your home it beckons thee
Why won't you come and play with me?
 
Why cant you cure her?
The venom isn't too deep
If you could awaken her once
Cant you do it again
 Did sorrow blind you?
 
 [Orpheus] 
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee
Why I not could listen to the dread king
All the life to you I could bring
I had to look back with eyes of dismay
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee 
Music no more will there be 
For I have forsaken my Eurydice 
 
 [Persophone] 
He will never listen 
No is all you will hear
Death is always the killer of love
Death will always win
 
 [Hades] 
Go back to your kingdom
My words have been proclaimed
Your music will not be able to charm
 
 [Persophone] 
Why don't you please
Give him his love
He went this far in vainI
f he cannot see her blank face
Wont why you please
 
  [Orpheus]
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee
Why I not could listen to the dread king
All the life to you I could bring
I had to look back with eyes of dismay
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee 
Music no more will there be
 For I have forsaken my Eurydice
 
 [Hades]
If it will please
You can see her
Only without your eyes
Throughout the dark realm
Looking back will forsaken your Eurydice
 
  [Orpheus]
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee
Why I not could listen to the dread king
All the life to you I could bring
I had to look back with eyes of dismay
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee 
Music no more will there be
 For I have forsaken my Eurydice


Details | Haiku | |

run away

copper curls rest on
a bulging backpack pillow~
stars light the night sky


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JAIL HOUSE FOOD

its  not the best
but yet
you get
to eat and sleep
its not that cool
JAIL HOUSE FOOD


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SOMETIMEE

 imove change
am never the sane
 am like the  weather
it rains and have sunshine
kept this in mind
about me you see
am  SOMETMEE


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BLACK EYE

it was a street fight
some one thur a right
a hard punch
i hunch
got caught this i.e. no lie
i got a'
BLACK EYE


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WONDERING WHERE LOVE WENT

I relayed on trust
more than affection;
watching every move,
instead of watching the flowers slowly bloom.


Wondering where love went,
chasing after the illusion
of bringing it back where it was;
and realizing the impossibility, I'm so saddened.


You wanted more than understanding,
warm hands to hold and the fire of desire...
to let you ride on your fantasy star;
and I regret all that I didn't give you with real feeling.


Wondering where love went,
and what is the lesson that 
life has taught me? Never wait
for others, just trust your instinct and shun every doubt.


Wondering where love went,
seeing happy lovers, engaging in romance,
who they have found their paradise; 
I was looking for mine in someone whom I didn't love enough...



Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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IN THE WRONG PLACE

it was time i won't forget
this i confess
i got a crime arrest
 you can bet 
i did nuthin yet
cause of the corlor face
i was
IN THE WRONG PLACE


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FUNNY MONEY

mabe you have needs
to you i plea
don't take a back seed
if its not right
think twice
bad you need it honey
stay way from
FUNNY MONEY


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The Flying Casket

amidst my indelible impressions
comes an era of remembrence
that shall go down in history

I recall the flight of an airship
traveling abroad from Europe
to the United States 

with ninety seven aboard
passangers crews and news media
were all awaiting for its safe arrival

as newsreel coverage was filming
the attempt docking of this flight it
turned into a blazing yellow and red fireball

within one minute
thirthy five lives had
parished



In Memory Of 
Those Lost On The
Hindenburg 

{Deutsche Luftschiff Zeppelin #129}


Also Entry For
Brian Strands 
Indelible Impressions Contest


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FUNNY MONEY

don't take it
might not fit
get wit
the way it came
was it work or fame
or from some pain
who is the blame
some one call you honey
AND GIVE YOU
FUNNY MONEY


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WHERE WERE YOU

when times was rough
and time was tough
and i was down
you were no where around
and i had noone to turn too
WHERE WERE YOU


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THE WORD NO

its hard to say
it the word don't play
something bad comes your way
mabe sad
its the way to go
do fast not slow
just say
THE WORD NO


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Baby maybe?

            I sat up all night afraid of the answer, I peed on a stick does that 
seal my faith forever? Honestly tell me we were in love and then I will feel so 
much better.

 You said you wanted me the whole me, I said you complete me and then 
we finished it.

 I never meant for this to occur this new life that is struggling to 
survive, mommy needs, mommy wants, but what does this little thing ask? I can feel 
it as I touch my tummy it's like it's vibrating almost the same sound that my heart 
made when we hit extasy and i'll never forget.

 It was supposed to special, it was supposed to be real you told me you wanted this and 
now your pointing fingers at me.

 I am desprately trying to hold on to something that I never really had, I heard about 
the other girls is that why you don't want to be a daddy? Am I holding you down, am I 
tying you up? I can do this on my own if you don't feel up to it.

 It's the future it's here and i'm sad to say it can go either way... do you want to be 
included in it or do I have to trash your name but never call you daddy? I cried a 
million tears, my well is dry and my baby is trembling.

 She needs you and I need you I want this to be perfect. No more chasing after an image 
that was supposed to be us.
 
I can't excape this not without causing some strange disaster.

 The girl looks up and glances at the stick and it turns out that it's negative, she 
smiles to herself and then she gets sad she walks to the telephone to make a phone call 
that would end all the madness.


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HAIR BUMP

its a lump
make s me hump 
its sore you know
i pick it hard to sit
on my rump
because of this
HAIR BUMP


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TRUTH HURTS

yes it do
i tell you
it makes  you blue
tell a lie
you only get by
you tell the truth
you can tell your youth
so why be dirt
don't be jerk
the
TURTH HURT


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I AM WHAT I AM

we ar all just a blank wall
has to be sustain maba train
i got my ways
they will have you  days
they don't just fade
i'am just like a lam
think you mam
I AM WHAT I AM


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SMELL

as it goes
in the nose
you can tell
it will ring your bell
good or bad
SMELL


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The Night the Sparrow Died

`Twas night I walked this beaten path
Were trees flooding either side
Sycamores, dogwoods, oaks and bushy ferns
All radiant in their springtime flare
She caught my eye with her saddened cry
The willow over there.
   Stepping off the path into the woods
The leaves in dampness on the ground
`Twas morning now as I walked around
To the willow I could see
Sitting alone, off in the distance
Tears on all her leaves.
   I felt the sun as it rose up high 
Warming everything yet not the day
I could smell the scent as it touched the sky
The trees of springtime new
I saw them sparkle; the tears of the willow
As the sun had made its way
The birds flew by and by and by
Flying over the woods and through.
   The willow sat with space around
Her branches full to the earth
There laid a sparrow aside her trunk
It laid in silent sound
`Twas the night I walked this path
`Twas then the willow cried
Her tears fell down upon the earth
The night the sparrow died.


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David Peltzer

I sit on my hands
At the bottom of the stairs
When will she call?
When can I move?

My mind wanders in the darkness
My soul takes flight
And my mind has wings
I am free
I see the cottage
The Red Woods
The stream
I am home

Being called back to reality
I stand and run
The Mother calls once more
Once again my world has stopped
Her unloving hand
My unloved face
Once more they meet


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DEVASTED BY THE DEATH OF THEIR YOUNGEST

All parents are devastated
by the death of their youngest;
did strange behavior or premonition
pique their curiosity at all?



They got out of hand at the neighbor's party too wild and intense,
and without supervision, they binged and laughed hysterically;
blasting music, making obscene gestures, dancing madly and cursing loudly,
and they felt too powerful with those drinks in their irresponsible hands!   



Actions aren't justified when they are premeditated so perfectly,
killers make plans to murder someone, then claim insanity;
kids tell their parent lies to do things that are harmful and shameful,
down the road across Lisa's house, four kids barely seventeen drove into a light pole!



Their blood is still there, and thousands of flowers can't cover those stains,
unconsolable mothers kneel by their angels' beautiful pictures;
friends sob and hold back their tears, fearing they would be next!
Why trust kids fully, when a cautious word can definetly put some sense into them?



All parents are devastated by the death and tormented by the demise of their youngest:
when agony rips apart their wailing chest for not having done enough;
and to carry that guilt inside is a costly price: to have seen a young life wasted and lost!
Let's learn from these tragedies, and do more to prevent more fatalities!


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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HEARTBREAK HOTEL

 you check passion began
but you can't win
this hotel is sin
can:t you tell
this is 
HEARTBREAK  HOTEL


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SORRY

its strong goes on and on
some life or torn
because of it
cause it fit
please don't do this
and the word will not
tho ite got extist
no need to borrow
to uesed the word
SORRY


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HISTORY OF THE BLUES

this don't miss
blue still excist
goes back to  the shack
when slave was on rack
with backpacks
came from bad news
some that sad 
blues story is about bad
love and low down clown
its still to rounds
its well school
the 
HISTORY OF THR BLUES


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Longing


Guard my heart from all the worldly pain
Bring peace to my soul
And from sin let me refrain
For I have been so broken for so long
By Your light teach me right from wrong
Help me to walk in Your way without a doubt
Bring me to my knees
And Your name I shout
The journey seems so dark I cannot find the light
To me bring goodness , love, and what is right.
Help me to believe Your word will prevail
When I was once so strong
Now I feel so frail
Bring me back to the place
Where the darkness is no more
Close my past, give me a future of hope
Let my heart soar
Take away the sadness
And bring joy back into my life
The pain is so deep.
It cuts like a knife
Where is the compansion that I'm longing for
Bring me back to the place of peace
that I was before
I know that place
I felt the warmth of Your light
Take my burdens and help me to win this fight


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SCARER NIGHT

some say bo
scare me too
no corner light
there were something white
that came in my pass
i broke gas
turn to be all dream
it was mean
seen like chest thats right
was a
SCARER NIGHT


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IN LIFE



In life, we all have a life
Life becomes lifeless 
When they are no ambition
For life it’s an epitome of ambition.

An ambitious fellow
Wanting to outlive people’s lives
 Conversing secretly in a telepathy
Consent of the life owner not sought 
As death eavesdrop holding a Dane gun
And take life off our lives.

In life, we have but one life
We all must kiss life goodbye
As some have done yesterday,
Today and tomorrow more we bid farewell
And become a lifeless being.




Alayande Stephen T.
10.10am 
30th April, 2007


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BLUES WILL NEVER DIE

when people fall 
there 's no wall
to lean
that went life mean
this is no lie
its hard to get by
there's no  pie
you 'll have the blues
its on the news
THE 
BLUES WILL NEVER DIE


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HOLIDAY BLUES

its here mabe to soon
am so glone
fell like a cone
i need more to spend
buy gifts for my friendsits bad news
igot the
HOILDAY BLUES


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Let It Rain, It Is I

Be it, Be it
             It BURNS, God help me
use control, control it
             But I am, thats when I've gone wrong
Read, understand it
             You are the best with whats given
Help me, Help me
             The best with whats given? Whos taken?
                                                                                Not Me
To be it, use it, control it, and understand it
                          Show me


                                                           Show me
But what a disappointment when it can't be done...


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all dad's fault

so i have the farts , the farts i say
big one little one , won't go away.
nasty farts smelly farts , i have the farts
in my sharts...i say my sharts
cuz it rhymes with farts instead of shorts
which i guess rhymes in sorts
with my nasty little port .

my _ss my _ss, it burns from the gas.
the gas it stinks , the gas turns to shats
i shat my sharts , i did i did.
i shat in the floor i shat in my bid.
i say bid cuz it rhymes with did. i pay
respects to the porcelain god , i pray
i spray , i shat , i moan , today..
tomorrow i sh_t and groan to my dismay.

it hurt , it hurt , it stank like hell
held my nose , couldn't stand the smell
it stank , it was rank ..really bad
it hurt my feelings and made me mad
so sad so sad i really am sad
for all that sh_t i had to shad.
i say shad cuz it rhymes with sad
since it ran in my jeans , i guess i'll blame dad.


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Abandoned

A sharp elbow in my ribs,
Listen,she hissed.
The regular thumping on the back door
Brought me wide awake.
Stealing nervously to the passage window
I squinted out.
There bathed in the moonlit glow
Stood a big Alsatian
Coiled to launch yet another assault.
Relieved I crept back to bed,
He'll be gone in the morning.
Morning saw me gingerly open the the back gate
To see him stretched out
Back firmly pressed against the door.
Alert,he sprang up confident,not cowed,
He,the visitor,making us feel at home.
Never did he intrude,
Only upon invitation would he enter the house.
Sadly we knew
his time with us would be short.

He did stay a few days.
Had he been dropped off on the road
Late at night,as happened in those parts?
Master gone,relatives unwilling
To hold on to the faithful old retainer?
On walks he never strayed
Throwing back a watchful eye
To check we were not lagging.
His was a soft mouth,never wolfish,
Gently easing food from the feeding hand.
On the day that he had to go,
We were apprehensive.
Ready for snarls or whimpers of resistance
We heard neither.
Once the trailer cage snapped open,
With an almost philosophic lope
He leapt lightly into the cage,
Settling,head held high,paws outstretched.
As the trailer swung out of the driveway,
His image was branded upon my heart.


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HOLIDAYS OR FOR FOOLS

hate to say this
some fight with fist
some a jerk
so be alert
some think theyer so cool
 they drink wink and stink
END UP ON THE NEWS
HOLIDAYS OR FOR FOOLS


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To Someone Who's More Than A Friend

Why all the time you always acting like you isn't hurt
And really inside you feel like dirt
When you told me to call you, when I get older
I thought about everything 
I ever said and wrote about you
That seemed cool with me cause we ain't getting no younger
Still always in my heart you are my friend I'll  always hang on to you no matter 
what we go through
You my friend is tight
But I know  me and you know
In life everything isn't right
We both have unique minds
And for you boy I'll always have time
I remember when you said
"Get money, forget girls "
My homie always keep your head up
And do what you do 
I remember at one point of time I wanted you so bad
Everything that day went so wrong
And I found myself so sad 
Call me when you get a little older those where the last words we said on the 
phone.


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America's Freedom Call!

Terrorist's hide behind many a foreign
wall,Ignoring America's Freedom like call!
These military Americans are giving up
many a life,Sometimes leaving behind
children and a wife! Tears,as glistened
down moistened cheeks,that are red,
For loved one's sacrificed,unselfish are
dead!Red,white,and blue,are draped on
silent,somber coffins,For there are many
saddened empty hearts,followed as oftened!
Families,are encased in the abuses of war,
Families,are trapped with memories of
heart-aches,so sore!Rebuilding and peace
should be in store,Hopefully negating this
horrible war!This demon like death,spread
out in Iraq,Should not have to keep
America and their allies,on the defensive
attack!


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Immortality (Scenes from Above)

May you close your eyes in advance 
Before Lucifer captures your soul 
In our saviors final dance 
Alexander the Great 
Commander of the darkest fate
Sheathe all swords! 
What is it my lord
You have captured me at my weakest point 
I want what these dead seekers don't 
I see an empire, a nation 
Nothing higher than inflation 
I Julius Caesar hold freedom in a tear 
My hopes and dreams are what everyman fear
In the presence of tragedy 
You will love me 
In a tub of petals 
The gods will rub me
I am all but immortal 
See the shadows of jealousy 
And ever so often, I walk toward her 
Lust caught up in mislead trust 
Even holy sinners bite the dust
John Proctor’s Crucifixion 
A slain soldier’s prediction
So content with death 
That you wouldn't give a piece for what's left
When all realms are expired 
We come to a cease fire 
When the pictures fade and legends die 
Imagine if generals could cry 
Adore fate so rudely 
And leave as yours truly 
You shall remember me 
The curse of September, but let it be
May you close your eyes in advance 
Before Lucifer captures your soul 
In our saviors final dance


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Old Sailor

He was just a lad when he went to sea
Forty years before the mast
Now he sits on the dock alone
Living in memories of the past
He lost an eye on a whaling ship
In a fight with another man
It was not his fault, but he paid the price
He must live forever on dry land
Every day he sails again
On ships of every kind
He hears the wind sing old songs
But only in his mind.


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LIFE IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT

 Life is a journey many people choose to take,
but on the other hand there are people who choose not too.
 Life is an adventure that can be a lot of fun,
but on the other hand it's an adventure that may never be won.
 Life is full of new learning opportunities,
but on the other hand it can be very scary.
 Life is what you make it out to be,
so make the best of it just like me.
 Don't be the coward who couldn't handle it all,
he decided to make it look like a fall.
 When actually he was the one who jumped off the bridge,
cause he decided that he didnt want to live.
 Don't be the one who chose the rope,
she got caught trying to hang herself and used the world as her scapegoat.
 Or think about the little boy who popped pills and choked,
now his parents are in the hospital with nothing but hope.
 Think about the positive that could happen someday,
or the people you could hurt in a very sad way.
 One day you might have your own family who will care,
would you want them to live their life with a scare.
 Life is what you make it out to be,
so once again make the best of it just like me.
                           


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Broken

Broken and torn into two,
lost in a unhappy darkness that traps me deep inside,
homeless  broken,
my eternity is lost in willingness to live,
so accepting of this hatred,
confusing  twisting this reality has become,
my shadow in life and possibly death,
the crossroads are here do I turn right or left ?
one so smooth with a tight turn,
the other cliffs off into a endless fall into crimson light,
down the path I travel as darkness falls,
eternity awaits as hatred lost in crimson light awaits,
happiness turns to avenge my faith,
trusting a hopeless romantics trials,
in crimson fury as the heart burns deeply,
the light returns in a shadowy meadow,
as the sun cast on our now icy corpses,
warmth now returns,
as rest now follows,
after a life of endless lust,
a eternity of harsh trials,
death takes over and eternity now follows. 


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Crashing Down

Dancing round the arena
Trying to escape the fact
That this show can't make me happy
And this dance is just an act

People sighing irritably
As I desperately try
To recreate the atmosphere
This can no more supply

Defeated I stand still
Watching expectations fail
The lights go up and so
Back to the car I trail

My friend drives cautiously
Through the midnight traffic's snare
But we're tired and disappointed
And forget how to beware

So slowly then I witness
A lorry clips her car
And we go spinning sluggishly
At eighty miles an hour

It's like a fairground ride
Crashing into metal walls
These could be my last moments
And I do not care at all

And when this deadly crash occured just like I'd always dreamed
There's a reason why I didn't gasp and why I never screamed
And when the doctor told me "Easily you could have died"
There's a reason why I didn't gape and why I never cried.


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How does it feel?

How does it feel?


So how does it feel that now you are with Jesus?

So how does if feels that now you’re days are gone?

So how does it feel now that you no longer will experience pain, sickness, and 
work and hate trick on God green earth?

So how does it feels that you are saved and now free?

So how does it feels you see angels are taking you away?

So how does it feel that now God had finally called you home?

And darkness is finally gone?

So how does it feel that god is about to give you his promise? So how does it feel 
that now you are in another world full of happiness?

So how does it feel that white lights perish on trees, there voices whisper your 
name?

So how does it feel you can prove to people that you can walk in the shadows of 
death and fear no evil?

So how does it feel that you finally left me here and you aren’t able to see me cry?

So I just ask these questions to be curios and I need answers. 

God honesty truth I don’t know how it feels. But some day I will find out.

I can’t believe that you are gone but still let your spirit answer me, or on how does 
it feel.

So at night I pray and ask your spirit how does it feel, will I bet it feels wonderful?

Because now there is a new life ahead of you. So that’s how it feels.



Copyrightã January 2, 2007

By: Chontell Dene’ Swann




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The Plaintive Fish (or

In the heaviest hour I'm transparent
in skies that you've painted green
Carnivorous, blatant desire
replaced with a boyish need
May night creep beside me slowly
and nudge me along your path
The loveliest, calmest sea
flows gentle beneath my past
Oh hours and winters and all
the fish which do dive just for you
can't carry my sleepy ambition
or safely follow me through
You pray that our door can be found
but back to the edge of the road
we're pacing once more going 'round
envelope me kindly but slow
A fire when ebbing is shiny and blue
I really don't mind gazing long
despite the upcoming tragedy moon
I carry it 'round with your song
So sweet is the taste which you left on my brow
So warm the study with in
I'd crawl through if only you'd teach me how
to trade me some legs for these fins.


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The Carver

What lies beneath the crooked bridge,
Some say it is nothing but the wind,
Others know it is not, 
They are the ones that have been skinned.
Yes the wind does howl,
With a noise so intense, 
Like a freight trains whistle,
So very immense.
They say don’t venture,
Around the bridge at night,
Or you might meet the carver,
When the moon so bright.
No one living has seen him,
No one living knows what he does,
As only bones are left so grim,
To tell the story of what once was.
You have heard of the headless horseman,
Such a sweetheart  that he was,
For the carver, a crafty swordsman,
Carves ever so slowly, never any flaws.
Many traps have been set,
Many sleepless nights waiting,
Many wives do fret,
No use debating.
For he must be caught,
Too many missing,
Everyone distraught,
No dogs barking.
So when you visit,
Our crooked bridge,
You cannot miss it,
Down in the village.
Don’t hesitate at night,
Listen to the wind,
If something not right,
A pleasure it has been.


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Life's Up's And Downs

life sure has it's 
up's and downs

but this is no reason 
to wear such a sad 
looking frown

for the sun still rises 
escapading her crown

as the wind silently whistles 
to a flutal sound

birds and butterflies flutter 
amidst grassy carpet mounds

children's laughter how profound
little toes buried in sands ground

aqua velvet splashguarding abound
rockbeds and lighthouses I found

so family and friends 
let's gather around 

and go out and even 
hit some new found towns

for life may seem to have 
it's up's and downs but

refuse to wear a 
such sad looking frown

for if not for our savoir
blessing this earth's ground

there would be nothing left but peeps
and wispered uttered sounds



Go Out And Enjoy Life
And Nature Too

Listen To The Whispers Of The Wind


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Alive

I had close my suitcase and i looked at this.
There, was a part of my life.
I let a tear.
I knew the past was over, 
the futur was unknown
and the present was here.
I heard my breath.
I smiled.
I was alive  
 
Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


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A Dream

Some day I hope to fly away to some distant land
all covered in water and sand

I would love to wake up to nature's beauty
whether its the birds in the tree 
or the fish in the sea

It doesn't matter what I do or say
this dream will never come some day

Every night I pray that I am wrong 
for some day I hope to hear nature's song


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soldier

So young and full of life
Only give a hint of their mother's sacrifice
Ready to give their lives to keep this country safe
Willing to go anywhere and fight anyplace

Off to a foreign country they go
Peace to the world they try to bestow
Many find death from an unknown hand
While answering the call of their nation's command

To these men and women we give you our hearts
In the future of this country, you will forever be a part
Great and mighty we will always stay
Because of the honor that you showed today


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Feeling

A warning flashes across the glass
ending in a world of wires
an ptical illusion
forced through a camera 
fog
then nothing
the world is gone


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The Rugged Hills

The rugged hills I look upon seem so deserted.
Yet the whispering wind blows
through those hills of singing
a song of yesterday's wrongs.

The rugged hills I will always remember.
Their beautiful shapes and the
eerie sounds of the wind.

That bends through those hills
with the songs of everything 
that went wrong.

I will climb up those winding trails
to the top.

I will see my entire destiny
down below and I will perch on top
of those hills, to listen to the
wind songs of yesterday's blues.

That took the wrong bend that sends
those winds to the sounds of the
eerie cries of why people will die!

Because of their lies and deceit
that makes them feel incomplete to
meet those rugged hills of
yesterday's blues!


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FOOL

Gaze upon the dead rose
So shall it be brown
Withered with time
Loss of fragrant Devine
None the less If touched 
Ye will get pricked
Crimson drops of blood shall run
Given life for a second chance
Through the realms of time
As thee  fairies dance 
Translucent dresses 
Spun round and round
She glows like a light
From a candle who refuses to burn out
Ye fool who may he be 
With clouded vision
And an uncertain mind
Ignorant to all things around him
He with little faith 
Shall have a little mind 
By Joshua Lloyd 


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Last Words

It’s hard to get with
Things that I forget
So I decide to call it quits
Because of a lack of wit
But to forget what’s forgotten
Like memories of picking cotton
Does nothing but show us
A mind that’s rotten
With the strength of oxen
With Flintstones rocking’
But as my strength is drained
I hear heaven a knocking’
Knocking’ on the door
Of those rich and poor
So I prepare myself 
To go where I have never gone before
Wanting to tell you more
About the days of yore
Time for me to go
Heaven’s knocking on my door.


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In My Shoes

I am the kid that doesn’t exist
Some would consider me a doormat
This poem is kind of different because
It has a different format.
Do you know how it feels to be me?
Do you know what I mean when I say “See Me”?
Do you know how it feels to be rejected?
Do you know how it feels to always be disrespected?
Do you know how it feels to be disregarded?
Do you know how it feels to be treated like you are retarded?
Do you know how it feels to be alone?
Do you know how it feels to always be on your own?
Do you know how it feels to have a life you don’t want?
Do you know how it feels when friends and family put up a front?
Do you know how it feels to always get hurt?
Do you know how it feels to be considered a jerk?
Do you know how it feels to not want to live?
Do you know how it feels to give with nothing to give?
Do you know how it feels to have a bad day everyday?
Do you know how it feels to be mistreated in every way?
If you don’t here are some clues
Answer yes to all these questions 
And you would have walked in my shoes.


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A forge coin

I still remember,
The day was very hot,
Sun was at the top head,
Road was completely burning,

Air was totally calm,
Sweat was bathing a body,
Trees were quiet to keep their shadows,
Birds were still singing on the branches,

Both sides on the road,
There were very big houses,
Fans and coolers were active,
To reduce the outer burn.

A bucket was on her head,
She came to finish her cleaning job,
A hawker was selling Ice,
Her naked son has irritating demand,

He was wearing natural skin,
His bare feet was walking slow,
She was pulling him,
When hawker came to her,

She freed a coin,
From one corner of her scarf,
Hawker refused her to take it,
She has a forge coin,

She was abusing him,
Was he a rich man?
Why he gave it to me.
A bastard beggar.


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CAT-WALKING

Off to Kaduna my mind flies,
Off to Zaria my soul first alighted,
Gently ! Gently !! Gently !!!
Echoes the man behind the wheel.
He trudges on day-dreaming
Concerned not about our hues over cries 
His pace was like that of a snoring bush pig.

We yawned , jawed but move up 
Our  faces full of displeasure
The Lagos lady banker took him up
As Alhaja and Alfas added flavour
Can he ever gear up even without bump?
Nothing changes his old leopard nature
I tried spice it up when I woke up
But to the face of him I met no favour
As he shrug off, and belt up
He returned to his snail-crawling seizure.

At the abysmal of his mind
He must be feigning fulfillment
Cat-walking at a speedometer of a tortoise
Fast like an archaic “Loko” train.
To the driver whose forehead reads . . .
And whose lips echoes endlessly
“Its better to be late than to be a late”
For a Life is duplicated not
Nothing is as sweet as cat walking
Snail-pacing in all sojourns.

Alayande Stephen. T
1.10am
21st ,July, 2006.

En-route my way to an NCP meeting in
Kaduna, the luxurious Marcopolo boarded
Merely cat walked all thorough.
   





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Ruvu

the only place i've been
where no one stares at me
all you see around is you
the land of the few
being me is what gets me through
Ruvu,so cool to hang out
a place you ain't gotta shout
perfect for a man in the depths of solitude
alone,at least no one
will be able to ridicule my attitude


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My America

Blacks and whites,
How diverse.
Lets go back in time, 
Rewind but our actions in reverse!

Dont depend on the amount of time,
You think you have until you die.
Lets the hands of God,
The lifes of us all lie!

Speak up and be known,
While you have the chance.
You dont have to use words,
Express your self another way like dance!

Too much work,
We have no time to play.
Speak up now, 
While you have the say!

The abuse the pain,
We Can not control.
Everything that goes on,
It is not your job to patrol!


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A Loss In Time...

 

Slow decay of physical appearance 

once in life was warm 

now lives a life of endless storm

loss of the skin, and soul of existence

wind runs away with sediment  

outlasting, the bone takes apart time

another life of loss joins the rest

weathered and chipped, bone against bone

everything turns grey, an immortal way

nobody to talk to, no way to say

which built the wood pierces the grain with toothless jaws

different shades of white and grey turn completely black

 a holocaust among men from a pulled trigger

once attacked by the mirror figure

recorded in point blank scripture


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Images Of Superman

Images Of Superman 
Black and white and read all over 
the Daily Planet is one too(a newspaper). 
Clark Kent had a big red S upon his Chest. 
George Reeves was padded and fake muscles were added 
and there were others and older than him,(actors), 
and it was so bad when he shot himself. 
Christopher Reeve had no S upon his chest that day; 
and it was so sad when he was parallized by the accidental 
accident??? i believe it was a horse??? 
TOO bad that he could not rally fly away that day. 
Now they have done another one although??? 
I am too poor to view it! 
I will never go to theatre again. 
L()()k Parme ??? 
Up in the sky,its a bird,its a plane. 
Its Superman.


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It May Be Saturday

Maybe it is Saturday,
But it's Sunday in my heart,
Remembering things we did,
Before circumstances made us part....

I used to get up early,
Cook you a huge breakfast,
Bacon, eggs, home fries,
All a woman could want,
Turned out it wasn't me you did want,
And I shriveled 
Forever to suffer this haunt...

My teeth too crooked?
My hair too thin?
My manhood too small?
And after where you've been?

A one time junkie,
Loose as an old man's tooth,
Time to face,
What is the truth...

You took the house,
The cars, the money...
But worst of all,
What you took, my honey,
Is my time with my sons,
Time forever lost,
A thing that I know,
That can't be replaced,
At any cost,

Odd, for you were the unfaithful one,
I returned to my parents,
What have you done?
In time to see my Mom die within a month,,
I wonder if God wanted me to spend that time
With her, and called me home,
With the following years,
To keep my Dad alive,
I needed him as much,
As a bee a hive

Many years we spent,
Together as pals
Mutual support so great,
I never had to wait,
For a hand with any task,
In fact,
I never had to ask.....

But those days are gone,
As he is too,
And far too often,
I find myself feeling blue,

Things got rough,
I nearly died,
No heat, no gas, no phone,
No electricity in my home
No food, I often cried....

I learned alot from a winter
Without heat,
Sold my rights to my wife's house,
For her pretty neat...
One hundred dollars,
 and a case of Bud,
An eight hundred thousand dollar
Triple home was hers,
And I went back to bed
Cold and saddened,
Wished I was dead.

But that's life,
We carry on...
The Soup buddies now,
Keep me from being gone...

I've told only part of my tale,
Perhaps some day the rest.....
All I can say in closing,
My Soup pals are the best....


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We all Fall!

Ring around the rosies~
she sang in her cell.
It  was clear to all she 
was in her own private hell. 
Demented! ~ the guards said.
she had been here ten years.


Pocket full of posies~
we heard as we walked by
frightened eyes not turning
Staring straight ahead.
Desperate! ~ we shadowed the guards.
Ten years is a lifetime here.


Ashes! Ashes!~
we could hear her sob
what makes one do the things she
had done. What evil wickedness
Drives us?~  the Guards unlock
My eleven year home and bid me good night!

We All Fall Down!