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Details | Dramatic monologue | |

PINK LACE

**Every pace change --is the voice of a poet sharing his/her view** 

"PINK LADIES"  
  
The phone rings, 
The clock dings,

I scream, scream, and scream:

I can’t grasp what is real
I can’t inhale the lives you steal
This game is like murder in the first degree,
I can barely feel the words you're expressing.
Your hand, holding on to mine, as if it was the last
I crawl I hide behind these moonstone walls
There it hid and robbed my Womanhood
Pink is the ointment rubbed inside my diary.
---

I crawl- I remember-
Looking through a dream, where the woman wears combat boots
Women ready to kill all confrontation with nukes.
---

I was lost!
Do you know the feeling?
Once you hear, the “C” word your mind starts spinning,
You can’t see what’s going on,
Your smiles soon to be gone,
---

LOOK AT ME!
On this fright night, I bleed
Hold on tight, of the dead of this night
I’m down on my fallen knees,
A secret I can't keep, no longer need
Breaking backs when I mention the word “C.”
It is like getting struck by a freight train
Taking what belong and makes ME me! 
Forgetting the Pink October ribbons, I wore
Taking  time to weave them into the last strand in my red chemo hair.
---

Now here you are,
Standing under the chest
Heavy shoulders a violin press.
No longer needing the little black dress
Skin pink tight leather, now you caress
My eyes are full of tears
Once I discovered the beast came back without fear 
The news blew like a missile in heat
With a fire’s shooting out from the dark
Sweltering me, blazing me,
Leaving the world all ribbon tied.
Dimples and pretty lips, I drop the world with beauty and tissues. 
Filled with  pink ivory issues 
This is the way that I feel, I am real… you are a killer, you are a disease! 
You can sit there and shatter our lives,
With many of us, you’ll discover we are not breakable like glass 
Still, we will walk in high heels strolling through pink valley skies.
With a charm called a Pink Ribbon; -I WORE-
---

- A heavy pink scarf now I wear like a noose, 
Remembering my days have been numbered by you.
---

I PLEAD FOR MY LIFE?
I have no family to lean on
Everybody’s plus my mother is gone
I have no friends by my side
You are the undead: 
Leading some of us into a watery grave
You are like a jack in the box
Hiding until you are found… 
You’re silent until your jobs done...

You made us angry, you made us cry, you killed many of us…
However, you will never come close to a glorious ~Victory~ 
We are  “PINK LADIES,” who  continue to be strong
I will find a way to sew my chest back to it's caressing view!

One day will find the cure,
And, destroy YOU "The miserable ‘Breast Cancer’ Disease" 
"ONCE AND FOR ALL!"


by;PD

Dedicated to all the females of the world. 
((And men whose life touched by this disease))


Details | Free verse | |

The View

        THE VIEW 
(A sad point of view)

I can't believe he has to be a poet
To tell you how he feels
Maybe he does not know it
Words written on paper don't really heal
Do not tell her you are sorry
When your apology is not real

To be or not to be?
That is the question you should really ask.

The man should never call himself a poet
Unless he has lived, learn, lost, and gained it all back

The man who writes good poetry
In my eyes is a man of art
He can paint you anything without a paintbrush
This is the man I call no poet, with a colorful heart

Using all his manly skills
He is way ahead of the ordinary man
Leaving the imagination, filling the soul with chills
He is like the woman who leaves you all aroused

(A sad point of view.)

While the woman swims in her own drown.
She finds herself helpless to suffering worlds.
Without a man she thinks she is lost, nowhere to be found.

The secret of the female is
When she is heart broken
She thinks life is over 
Little at the time she knows
Once a woman feels
She gets right back up to be a lady
When the time calls
The lady is stronger than ever

One thing I learned about a lady 
You better respect her
Don't destroy her better days
She will crumble you up for sure
If the lady says she is a poet 
Than a poet in her

I will never insult a lady
She will crush you where it hurts 
A real lady knows how to control her man
A lady knows how to keep her emotional words real

But the woman needs to grow 
Stop trying to be something she's not
In time she will know
To give it her best shot
I will praise myself and say
"Woman always come and go."
A poet, she can act and play
With fake words that have no flow
  
This is my demo to all poetry freaks
Keep it real!!

by:PD


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Silken Web

You have spun a careful web of lies.
Lying in disguise.
It’s made smooth as silk,
sparkling before my very eyes.

You whispered to me, spoke my name, 
enticing me to follow.
Luring me into the silken web.
Its tendrils of soft silk, wrapping around me.
Caressing me into its self.

You wound it tight and warm around me.
Then I could not breathe.
Little did I know there would be no way out.
This web of lies you have woven, 
cannot be undone.

GypsyofEssence


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 | Free verse | |

The Hands of Pain

My soul pounds with rage.
This heart has been scorched,
by your burning words.

My soul gasps for light 
slowly suffocated,
By your hands of pain.

I bare the mark of shame.
Your touch has maimed my body.
My mind drowned out my screams.

Blow by blow,
Shamed so low.
Never did you know how,
Your hands of pain marked me.


Details | Rhyme | |

death of a cat

the season I turned eleven
was the season that I died
there'd been blood betrayal and famine
and I thought I had survived

my neighbor killed my kitten
and for that I could not cry
my mother went to handle it
told me to stay inside

i sat poised in an armchair
trying to calm my mother down
while I could feel nothing
we knew she'd made him drown

the woman was a laundress
washed other people's clothes
didn't like the stink of pig sties
it offended her frail nose

the wash-board on the right side
where the pigs did have their homes
was the one she always gave me
like the left one was her own.

only when a pig was hanging
would she demand to trade
i'd wash next to a hog's corpse
a choice could not be made.

then one day I got angry
and I dared to move her clothes
i moved them to the right side
as the rage inside me rose

the woman tapped my window
and said your cat is dead
it was two days before Christmas
she roused me from my bed

there was display of feeling
tears could not be be shed

gray fades to black
hello sadness my old friend


                                                     12/11/06



Details | I do not know? | |

WHY DONT YOU FIGHT ME

I know your temper flares
every time she gets you mad
You turn around and hit her
and I see her looking sad
 
I hear the yells and the screams
man why don't you just chill
She is your woman that you love
not someone that you wanna kill
 
She is the mother of your child
why do you treat her this way
She does what you tell her to do
and look at the price she pays
 
You get angry for no reason
you begin to break things
Call her names that she isn't
after she does everything
 
You use her as a punching bag
you don't care about her pain
She struggles all the time
and she goes insane
 
When I look at her
I see nothing but beauty
You say you are a man
why don't you fight me
 
She cries for you to stop
but you don't want to back down
You keep on beating on her
till she falls to the ground
 
She begs for forgiveness 
but that doesn't phase you
You continue to hurt her
till she's black and blue
 
I feel her pain every time I see her
and there isn't much I can do
But the love that I have for her
is more then true
 
I hear her tears and sense her pain
cant you be a man and let her be
Better yet step in my direction
why don't you fight me
 
Stop making her cry 
stop making her hurt
Leave her in peace
stop being a jerk
 
If you want to be a punk
and try to show your ass
Leave the woman alone
you have no class
 
Let her be and leave her alone
let her live in peace
She deserves better then you
she deserves to be pleased
 
But don't ever lay another hand on her
have some dignity
why don't you come in my direction
why don't you fight me


Details | Free verse | |

untitled

A figure in darkness
Cradleing a small package
Trots up the stony ridge of stairs
In the night clouds cover the horizon
No stars can be seen from the gloomy street
A single lantern is lit and the only light
A woman with the hood drawn above her head
Lays a child upon the doorstep of a lonely family
She touches her fingers to her mouth
Then to the child's forehead
A tear filled with happy memories
Lands upon the baby's hand
With one last look
The woman disappears into darkness
As swiftly as she appeared
And the baby gave a cry of sadness
Then all became silent


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Dream Forever

Thee, are my deepest emotions; taken beyond; my control.
Thou do express love; sweeter; than view of sunshine.
One single touch, from you, feels so fine.
No thoughts of your face would ever console.
Desires; that when I see you, I fight to control,
My heart; is blinded by numbers more than nine.
My soul is bound to you with more than twine.
Thee taketh my senses, beyond, compression of coal.

My blustery habits; are taken; when I see thee, with him.
Coal contracts to brilliant diamonds from pressure, we are told.
My heart aches for thou, under the pressure of seeing his kiss.
No brilliancy of any treasure shines; only a full moon goes dim.
My desires are real; though they have no growth; in gold.
Thee, shall be my dream forever, though I shall have no bliss.


Details | Rhyme | |

Put a bullet in my brain

Put a bullet in my brain
as the rain sweeps her out of my arms
and places her into another's.
Put a bullet in my brain
for I don't want to see love slip away
please end my suffering,
for I don't want to dare see her in the arms of another man.

I fear the tear that slips away from my soul
and touches the ground with a splash
as she is washed away by the lashed memories of the rain,
please, someone put a bullet in my brain.

I can't bear to see her with another man
laying in his arms
as he charishes her beauty
just like I did to her.
As she smiles and laughs at his jokes
my heart would not bare the sorrow and pain
that would tare my heart apart into pieces of tainted love.
Please tell the rain to stop,
as the pain grows when rain comes down,
please someone end my suffering,
put a bullet in my brain
and stop the rain
that washes away every memory of her.

Stop saying you miss me
and just kiss me
for I can't take the pain
of the rain that takes you away.
Kiss me and stop saying you miss me
for those are useless words to me.
Love is where it's at, so show me.
Don't go with him, he'll treat you wrong.
Love and laugh with me till the break of dawn
as we yawn the long night away.

Kiss me and don't say you miss me.
For if you go away from me,
I couldn't bare to take a tear and waste it away.
Tears, sweet tears crying for you,
doesn't that mean anything to you?
I ask you, stop the rain,
stop the pain and put that bullet in my brain.

Let the red blood flow from my temples.
Let the plow dig my grave,
for I can't bare to see you with another
in his arms, him kissing you, where I kissed you.
I can't take it, I have to make it,
make that pain go away.
Prayer didn't help, God turned a blind eye
when I came up and said why!
Put that bullet in my dome
and when I lay in the coffin, looking at the roof of the church
you come and kiss me, and then you can really say
that you'll miss me.


Details | Rhyme | |

Let Him Go

This poem I wrote. I call it " Let Him Go "

Sweetheart don't cry
Don't let him make you feel like your nothing
You do have family even though we are not close by
I know your heart is crushing
Don't harp on the past
Don't let him play with your head
You need to get over him fast
His feelings for you are dead
Over 2 years and you still don't have a ring
Your not the one he calls his wifey to be no more
Take a seat and listen up girl here is the thing
He's playing with your feelings and using you like a two dollar whore
I know you were smart once and can be again
He has you so brain washed it's not funny
I know hearing all this is a strain
Think of the example your setting for you little ones honey
Hold your head high and walk away from that loser mama's boy 
Show him that your the one that is too good for his sorry ass
Hell he's such a mama's boy you can find better pleasure in a toy
Your related to me so come on show your sass 
Let go of the past and look to a new future
Let go of the pain and the control freak
Say bye bye Looser
It will get easier one step at a time week by week......


Details | Rhyme | |

Stop Dowry

Marriages are made in heaven,
but dowry has made it a business transaction,
Tears roll down from my eyes,
When i think about the burning brides,
Stop dowry,stop dowry...


Details | Blank verse | |

No One Can Hear Me

I awake, not sure whether I am alive... or dead
I wait, for the smell of the hearth... and baking bread 
But, what greets me is the smell of the privy next to my bed
I am like a ghost.. no one remembers what my last words were
I listen for the clucking of hens
I listen for my goat in her pen
I listen for my little brother, my kin
I do not hear them
I yell, For my mother
For my father
For my sister
But no one can hear me,
Not even the gods


Details | Personification | |

This Day

This is a day that I could have really done without,
Saying you love me and do this to me hurts no doubt.
   Day  after day I pray that you will please stop,
What pain you've caused me has taken all I've got .
   I love you and adore you but it seems not to matter,
Still you continue to hurt me leaving my heart shattered.
   You come to me with words I have only  dreamed ,
But what they were meant for was to hurt me it seems .
    Never  have I seen a woman with so much hate ,
Taking revenge on me by disrespecting me till it hurts.
    True I have  waivered with my troubles with trust,
The one thing thats important and this is a must.
     There are no more words or sayings that will ever work,
I have tried everything  I know giving it all that its worth .     
     To the day I die I will never understand why ,
The woman I love does everything to make me cry .
     So this my dream to be forever with you ,
Is only nightmares for me  and dying is all I can do.
     This a day I surely could do without.
TAC


Details | Romanticism | |

A Flower's Funeral

A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.

Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.

Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.

Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.

What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.

My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.

Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
Long walks,
cosy talks,
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.

-10/6/2013-


Details | I do not know? | |

The Women



The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)



Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.



They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.



You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.



You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.



You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.



Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.



I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.



I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.


I salute you!



(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)






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 | Romanticism | |

Can you feel me

Feel me standing there
on the draw bridge
that stands stubburn and erect
over the rushing waters blown by the wind
back and forth.
I listened to the crows
posted on gargoils designed
of eightenth century Gothic architecture
singing their death songs,
when the sun is setting in the far.

The voices of women passing
startle me with a feeling of sorrow
I can't breathe, I am dying.
Feel me, can you feel me rot away?
Slowly but surely rot away
as time passes with ease,
and taxi cabs take smiling, intoxicated faces
to wayward cafes, oh how they screech to a halting stop
and wave to me to get in.

"No thank you, I'd rather walk." I say to the smiling faces
highly intoxicated with the thought of the birds and the bees
rattling around in their empty minds.
Then they drive off, into the city lights and turn a darkened corner.
I look at the rushing water
and feel myself rot away
slowly but surely rot away.

Can you feel me?
Can you hear me?
Can you see me?
Feel my heart thump with slow paces
that manage to keep up with fast melodies.
Of songs that play in your mind
only the ones that make you sigh
and think those one days in Spring time
as you walked over the draw bridge
and paid no mind to the water underneth.
I hear no more talk of you and me, I hear no more talk
of the good old times we all shared.
Time has passed, as I take my last breathe
and hold my chest and shead a tear.
Feel me, can you?
If you can, put your hand to my weak heart 
and feel it thump away with every second wasted
on useless items.
Now, see me a man of one time greatness
reflect his life with a reflection in the water below.
How I sigh and cry and breath heavely,
as I feel myself rot away.

The voices of woman pass me by.
Tomorrow is a new day,
for the smiling faces in taxi cabs will go home
and soak their raging hangovers with cool, wet rags.
As I still stand on the draw bridge singing with the crows,
feeling myself rot away.

Can you feel me without you, rotting away?
I surely can feel myself rot.
Such a heavy word, "rot"
So vulgare, yet a great description of me,
without you.

I pull out a shawl you once wore and I kiss it.
As the wind gusts and the sun rises and my shadow
comes to meet me, the wind shall take my last memory
of you away.
And I shall weep no more.
Then what will I do? Shall I walk the streets
and think of you.
Yes you, still rambling all throughout my head
like a lose screw.
Can you feel me? Feel me rot away
feel me think about you, and all your works.
Can you feel me?


Details | Rhyme | |

the love we had seemed so far away

i look to stars and wishes flew through space never to be heard again
fun to friends hearts do meld and break facing until time ends
this loop that plays and beats that syncopate become but a gem
pleasure a chest opened in surprise feeling no need to defend
galaxies away lonely planets  please keep me in mind
 distance could grow something fond or lost between the lines
gps my love you can see  its still where I  left it behind
thoughts fade away with life love lives forever in my rhyme

Im sorry, I wanted more,with  all this space between
disconnected and I still look to that day
we talked on the phone, our separate homes
the love we had seemed so far away

without air i couldnt breathe squeezed until I'm passing by
no water flow my skin would dry and I return to the sky
sunny days would blacken out, attracting need for desperate lies
to make up for the beauty lost from death slowly closing my eyes
that fire once sparking motion snuffed in huffs slipping away
dwifting I sway shaky grounds where once I sat easily and stay
upon my feet I still float drowning out all thoughts that stray
Tho these ends can come swift its worse to miss and hear you say

Im sorry, I wanted more,with  all this space between
disconnected and I still look to that day
we talked on the phone, our separate homes
the love we had seemed so far away

down the road,flying free, I ride the wave and hope for your return
through several seas and cloudy peaks, storms of sand, I will not turn
helpless to fate and future events, nothing prevents something to learn
  sights may not sore, nothing much looking more, isn't my concern
I hope the best and happyness is true to bless you, not just in dreams
we can meet when we sleep discussing life while sleeping seems
thanks for trying Im not exactly dying, banes of  sentient beings
real enough moving on is rough, i'll love you forever, writting my means


Details | Narrative | |

Nine Eleven

The old woman argued relentlessly, her case.
Resolute, she raved in her conviction; 
two thousand and one reasons were there for her to be mad.
Eleven was given to questioning eyes.

It was September, 
and Bernice brought home the bourgeois man, 
and the two fell 
from the pedestal
they held among friends in the big city, 
(the city) a melting pot, 
now a city in affliction.

Bernice’s brown eyes combed the neighborhood; 
two boys, with open arms, 
played aero planes; 
Across the street,
the rug pilot laughed his ass off 
as if mocking the bourgeois man,
and his woman hid her face in rags …, 
in degradation – 
but her sad eyes openly mourned her son’s suicide.

Grief of that magnitude brings offense, 
and the bourgeois man was red with wrath, 
and he abhors the old woman 
with every inch of his being. 
Racism was reversed.
He avowed by God to ruin the rug pilot, 
and the people that loved him consented. 

Hearts were left to wonder
what makes men so cruel.
The reasons for the old woman’s rant was explicable, 
and of the grounds for the revenge 
the negros conceded, 
in only one instance. 
Revenge was foreseeable, 
and the spirit breeds more phobias.


Details | I do not know? | |

JUST SO YOU ALL KNOW

Just one more slam before I leave this be
All you women who thinks he is so great
You are welcomed to the cheat
You are welcome to the thief
You are welcome to the user
You are welcome to the financial abuser 
You are welcomed to the man of many words
The man who used me for my money and opportunities 
The man who used countless women for what he can get out of them
God used me to take him from the US 
So he couldn't rob another woman there
Yes this story seems surreal but it is TRUE 
He who feels it knows it
I wish I could warn every woman before it is too late
I did have an encounter with the man
The man who latched on to a fictional character on the Soup
Thinking it was a wealthy widow he would be able to rob 

Yes he has words but not just for poetry
He has a degree in being a con artist 
There I’m done with it!!!! 
Just so you all know



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Tell Me Why

Why?
Why?
Why?

Tell me why?
Tell me why?
Tell me why?

Was it, because I was too nice,
I was too much of a gentleman,
or was just too much to handle?

Was it, because you were young?
Was it, because you couldn't find your heart,
in all that darkness?
Was it, because you just didn't feel the love?

Why?
Why me?
A man like me, deserves no pain,
no heartbreak.
So, why me?

I pray and ask the Gods,
why!
But an unresponsive god never speaks to me.
He sits there and watches... watching what?
Nothing, but a heart being torn to shreds.

Was it, because I was too careful?
Was it, because I loved too much?
Was it, because one half of the heart couldn't fit the whole?

I ask you, because I still love you.
Come to me, my beautiful,
stop this nonsense,
I cannot make you love me,
but I sure can try to show you love.

Do not blink,
do not take a gift sent down from the Gods
for granted.
Appriciate what you have,
appriciate me, because one day,
when you need a shoulder to cry one,
you will not be able to find me, anywhere.
I will be lost,
in a fool's dream of romance and love,
that will never come on my front doorstep.
Still dreaming of the possibilities of you and I.
My heart is with you always,
but I will soon expire,
so do not wait too long.

-10/5/2013


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There's A Web of Temptation And Sin

There’s a Web of Temptation and Sin!

There’s a web of temptation and a lot of sin…
That brings slavery and a strong bondage within!

Throughout this land, there’s an evil surge!
While many lives, seem to be getting “submerged!”

Being submerged, into a life, that many believe in.
They become perverted, but want all to receive them!

The “love and acceptance,”
 that many desire.
Puts them on a tightrope!  A very thin wire!

As the web of temptation and sin begin to grow.
It brings a bondage that damages the soul!

They may want to have “love and acceptance.”
But in their hearts, needs to be a godly repentance!

May the holiness of a righteous God be stirred!
That all will come back, to the truth of his word!

His son Jesus, came to the cross! He bled and died!
That through him, our lives can be totally sanctified!

Only the power of God, can bring a needed restoration!
He gives to one and all… 
 A heavenly invitation!

Whosoever will… Come now!  And accept him!
Won’t you take the time, to really know him?

Don’t allow the web of life to destroy 
and overcome you!
Come to Jesus now!  He really does
 LOVE YOU!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Don't Try It

A single kiss from thy lovely lips,
so sweet and so divine,
yet I taste posion upon your tongue.

Your beauty so glorious,
like a blooming rose so beautiful,
yet, why do mine eyes go blind
in the sight that you walk along with another?

Yes you, walk with another,
arm under arm,
lips touching lips in romantic kisses,
it makes my blood boil,
for mine lips are dry.

For mine eyes have seen your glory,
yet no one here listens to my story.
You are evil, yes you are,
don't try to deny,
Listen to a man of experience,
you might as well save some expense.

I write of our long romantic walks
we took together, under the shade of olive trees,
how we went apple picking in autumn time,
and made love in the foyer.

Nomore of that sweet and passionate love,
nomore silent kisses in the night,
when the wind blows hard against the branches,
that tape violently on my windowpane. 
Nomore somber tears shed, when you got sick,
and nomore warm embraces when you shed tears of betrayal.

Betrayal now is a game played by a fool,
such as I,
to think I'd have a happy life with you?
Huh, only a fool would think such a thing,
but now I sit, looking at the foyer,
where we once made sweet, passionate love,
nomore will that foyer be filled with exotic pleasure.
Nomore will you be filled with smiles and exotic pleasure.
I've done my job, as a good man shall do,
now pack your things and get of my stage,
the spotlight yawns for anew,
and the audience grows tired and restless of you.

Now I live life anew,
you too shall see life in new eyes,
walking hand and hand with the blond, blue eyed devil
you call your own.
Shall he take one kiss from your lips,
and die of the posion he tastes on your tongue,
shall he go blind, when he sees your true, black beauty?
He will see the ugly soul, covered up by white rags,
and cheap makeup,
and then he will come to me,
and shake my hand in condolence
and say, "You were right!"

Now you are all alone,
looking for another, as you did many times before,
Now you are alone, walking an open road,
spying on another,
fear of being alone.
Now, you see when you play games with a good man's emotions,
don't try it,
because a good man is not meant to be toyed with.


Details | Rhyme | |

Alone in the Crowd

crowded places…
                    nameless faces

Families amble past…
                    I just try to walk fast

I bow my head so they can’t see…
                    my face makeup free

some are enthralled…
                     by this busy mall

but I keep walking…
                     and hope no one is talking

about a lady who shops by herself…
                     an old woman who belongs on a shelf

free of the fleeting fantasy…
                     that I will ever be more than a casualty

a woman whose husband died young…
                     and by his death she still feels stung

decades passed, I chose not to remarry…
                     life alone seems dreadfully scary 



*Entry for Paula’s “Unease” contest


Details | Romanticism | |

To Be Apart

Her smile always greets me
As I close my eyes each night
The love in her voice is comforting
With passion, she's burning so bright

A sparkle in her eyes
And a fire in her heart
Let's spend together our lives
Couldn't stand To Be Apart

To Be Apart would destroy me 
Reduce me to the tears
Without her right beside me
All throughout the years

I don't know what I'd do
If I ever had to restart
And oh how much I'd lose
If we were To Be Apart

The most beautiful girl I'd ever seen
With every desirable too
She was everything to me
When we're apart, oh what will I do?


Details | I do not know? | |

For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

grand-fathers,
colleagues,
boyfriends,
husbands,
nephews,
brothers,
partners,
fathers,
uncles,

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


Details | Rhyme | |

Paper Thin

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
For kicks is why I do it now.
You tell me to love but I never knew how.
Our feet hitting pavement,
We spent the day in sunny California with sun kissed skin.
I’m learning to forget and how to fade scars,
And you let me let myself down so hard.

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
And now I just do it for smiles,
We’ll never see flower girls stumbling down aisles.
I’d lose my head just before that chance,
But if you want we can still have a first dance.
Cause I think I say things that I don’t mean,
Once upon a time you meant the world to me.

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
But I’m trying to refrain,
To make this not all end up in vain.
Maybe I can learn to love like some people do,
And you can learn to love yourself a little too.
Or it is in all fairness to let this go?
I guess we can try but then we’ll never know. 


Details | Free verse | |

Like the frightened Jackrabbit, I run away from Love

Jump up and down like a jackrabbit
running through meadows
running from what?
Could it be heartbreak,
a venemous snake that hides in the grass,
hiding with fangs ready to pierce the tender skin
upon the tight, bronze flesh of everyday life?
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now!
I need a vacation a long way away from the faceless smiles
and ignorance of young girls, who don't look at you,
who don't show you love and respect.
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now,
as jumping spiders hop everywhere, crawling eight legs around me
my soul black like carcoal, but my heart still beating
slower this time, not like the days before
and like the jackrabbit running from anything and everything,
I run to seek love and vanish away from the empty voids
that people call, their souls.
Recording a film with no tape,
talking to a woman you love, but not having the guts to tell her how you really feel
Jump my boy, like a jackrabbit, take my advice
tell her before she leaves
turns down the endless avenues of endless dark love
the trees grow taller, taller than you
and you sit there feeling away yourself die, missing out in life.
I cannot see you lose your love.
Say it, say it, Say it!!! Tell her! Tell her! Build the guts up!
Build up the courage, tell her how you feel. Take her by the hand and never say goodbye! Never say goodnight, stay with her till the flight comes in the morning
of the first rays of sun shine through your dorm room take her and love her!
Do not be like me, the jackrabbit! I see no happiness
Reading poetry it makes me sad,
to write of others falling in love and I never finding the one.
People tell me, you'll find yours, have hope
but I am a frightened little jackrabbit
who flees from sounds of deep emotions, not having courage to fall in love,
not building the guts up to tell her how I really feel.
She walks alone, I find my oppertunity and sing my love song
She smiles and moves on,
please tell me I cannot fight anymore.
All I have to say is Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
I need a vacation
to go to some sandy beach on an island of love
and write and write and write, the same poetry that depresses me
but makes you all fall in love with words!
Fiction about love stories, please kiss me
Blue eyed death comes, plays a game of chess with me
I bet twenty, he bets my soul
Kiss me death, the only love I'll ever get,
besides my poet friends who kiss my ass
Listen to my heart, truely, I don't write of beauty
I write for the sorrow soul, the fleeing jackrabbit
running away from love.....


Details | Free verse | |

Between soul and body

Why you seem sad?
How is for this moon to sadden?
Why pearls pour down from your eyes?
As the raindrops
What is the secret?
What is the matter?
What is the avail of sadness?
And we are hanging in ropes of the sin
And between rope and gallows
An orphan friendship
And between me and you
A new world
Between my eyelash and tears
Painful memories
My lady!
Between city and city
Long distances
Thousand barriers
Thousand souls immigrating
Thousand temples
Thousand priests
Thousand knights
Thousand nights
Thousand devils
And between heart and heart
Farness and yearning
Thousand mercies
Thousand pulses
Thousand love
Thousand addresses
Thousand words
Thousand lies
Thousand candles
And between eye and eye
Hidden Language and dialogues
Thousand tears
Thousand roses
Thousand tones
Thousand winks
Thousand whispers
Thousand touches
Thousand kisses
But between soul and body
One life.............One life.....


Details | I do not know? | |

celsius

Fallen snow will remind of me/ it is snowing ... 
Slowly as in the dream/ 
Boy word-beads/ with signs on his spine/ 
He kisses fine/ 
Your eyelids /

And it snows ... It snows /so slow/
It does/ and you're thinking of me/ 
'Coz it's warm/ it's better to stay in warmth/ 
Waiting for summer dim/ 
It is snowing/ slowly like in the dream/ 
Flakes/ go round/ playing the music theme/ 
You've been looking for rescue/ 
You searched in wine/ 
But it's in me/ 
all the rescues are mine/ 
It is snowing/ the snow is fluffy and white/ 
If you see darkness/ I'm deaf and blind/ 
there's the cast of time/ on the arm/ 
But I discern the light/ 
Dreams/ upon your eyelids tips/ 
Prepare you for winter drowse/ 
And it snows/ 

Fallen snow/ will remind of spring /
it will crumble and crackle in vain/ 
It will snow / fluffy /white/ and slow/ 
And you'll become whole/


Details | Verse | |

I blame me

I blame me for all my mistakes
I blame me for all the rejection and heartache
I blame me for all the times I stayed silent 
and should have started and earthquake
with my words
I should have spoken up when I had the chance
now all those thoughts are wasted
unspoken, unheard

I blame me when my husband touches me 
and I feel the hands of a predators pounce
And I blame me when the pressure it on
because all I had to do was shout out and renounce His name
Lord, help me to get rid of the shame

I blame me for my loneliness
I blame me for my feelings of lust
I blame me when I look at myself and see absolute disgust
I blame me when I shut down - unsure of who to trust
At times not even sure if I really know how to love

I blame me when my kids are crying out sick
because when I brought them here
I knew that this world was unfit
Yet overpowered by my love for them 
I became more and more protective
So I blame myself in advance for their sadness
when they finally see that the world is not objective

I blame me for those nights I can't rest
Wondering if my consciousness has finally realized
that I have done my best
to stay positive and have good intentions
So I blame myself when I give in to temptations and my human inhibitions
and begin to feel ashamed of myself
I begin to feel like I don't have enough strength to love myself
because
good things don't happen for me
So I blame me for my thinking and feelings of worthlessness

It's a big world and my lonely soul has no more confidence
I have nothing
I have given up 
and so I blame me for my incompetence and my soul's rut


Details | Ballade | |

Cave dweller

Cave Dweller.

Once there lived a little man
A dwarf yet smaller still
Who lived within a little cave
All cold and darkness filled
He'd lived there such a long, long time
And knew he nothing more
That there was nothing better he was sure.

Then this maiden fair and beautiful
She ventured in his cave.
Her eyes were blue like crystal gems
For her most men would crave.
When the little man discovered her
With the candle in her hand
He saw a nymph so beautiful and grand

The maiden told that lonely man
About the beauty of the world
She spoke about the wings of a butterfly
All Gossamer unfurled
And she spoke of lush green meadows
And the flowers by and by
That lady spoke, her tone so very wise.

But that dwarf when she had finished
Sadly sighed and shook his head
For the thought of leaving his snug cage
Did feel his heart with dread
And he told that lady wistfully
That her fine land was not for he
For he was born to live this misery.

Socrares Dec 8 2003.


Details | Free verse | |

An Unfinished Story

Step by step,
hand in hand,
I was always there for you.
Ups and downs,
lost and found,
I was always there for you.

Even though you never believed in us before,
and you chose the most hurtful way to slam the door,
I was always there for you.

You moved on quickly, never looked behind,
even though I smile today, it still hurts when I rewind.
Through happiness and pain,
every loss and every gain,
I have always been there for you.

The question still exists, the question about us,
my beautiful dreams went up in dust.

Now that you are here in front of me,
it brings back a rush of old memories.
You say hello, you said goodbye before,
I still believe that we could have had so much more.

Step by step,
hand in hand,
I will always be there for you.
through lows and highs,
till the day I die,
I will always be there for you.


Details | Rhyme | |

Wine painted lips

Wine painted lips
Lips the sun had kissed
Left a black mark 
Later became a scar.
It didn’t spoil her beauty
I did what I did this was my duty.
She was my dream
She became my wife, my moonbeam.
We broke many hearts
Not to be apart.
I showed her the way
Just for her to stay.
We drove million miles
Together we smiled.
She is there and I am here
This I didn’t plan
We ended up in tears.


Details | Epigram | |

A STRANGE BEDFELLOW

Woman Is Insulted,
By Challenging His Manhood;
Getting His Buddies To Rape,
Was His Way Of Reinforcing.

He, Not a Man,
Force Himself On a Feminist.
Give a Valid Reason While Rape.
Feminist Tempt Masculine

By Their Proactive Dressing.
Insubordination To Human Nature.
Could It Be That
Masculine Is Weak?

By The Sight Of Bear Breast?
Victims Feel Ashamed And Unclean.
FEMA Seventeen Events Took Place.
Recurring In Nightmare First Man Exploded Inside Her.

It Was Her First Encounter.
Screaming She Was,
Thought Masculine Was Urinating On Her.
Bath I Must Have Said For Years.

Dirty She Felt And Wasn’t Enough Water To Cleanse Her Body.
Rapist Defilement And Innocence Body.
Fellow, Who Should Be Ashamed?
And Feel Unclean And Unfit For Civilized Society?


Details | Narrative | |

Shadowed by guilt and shame

Shame must have burned her countenance,
along with fear that gripped her heart;
she’s a woman in the gospel  brought into the open,
by those Pharisees and Sadducees in their attempt –
to entrap Jesus on the horns of a dilemma.

Known as legalistic in their respect for the Law of Moses,
they professed as guardians of moral principles;
they claimed as protectors of the Jewish traditions,
however, in truth, they had a wicked motive to ruin Jesus
to discredit him for all the things he’s doing for his own people.

His growing popularity especially to the Jewish men and women,
becomes a raison d’etre to ruin his good reputation;
oh, such a malady that continues to exist through generations,
the seed of original sin – its consequence to human behavior
reflected its aftermath, the evil tendency that is encrusted deep within.

Jesus’ statement, “let him who is without sin cast the first stone,”
made the religious leaders withdraw from the scene and,
starting from the elders they walked away and talked no more;
a sign of shame, an honest reaction to what is shadowed by guilt.

The entire incident focused on Jesus’ endless forgiveness,
his compassion for the woman being bogged down with disgrace;
like a moral stigma, a scarlet letter etched in the hearts of people,
with Jesus she had her past but she also has a future to look forward to.

Just as the prophet Ezekiel says, “I will give you a new heart –
and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone
and give you a heart of flesh . . .”  its power and meaning can assure,
God’s love is everlasting; our salvation is his prime concern. 




Details | Free verse | |

Scars of an Inner Child

You are not the man, you want to be
You said you were my Father, till, I discovered different
Enduring, daily beatings
Bashing the living day lights, out of a woman and a child
Repetitive, bad ass attitude, nasty streak
Mean and aggressive!
Fists, knives and guns, your weapons of chose
Out of control, abusive, devious
Relentless, over – bearing!
Breaking me, piece by piece
Confusing a child, with unhealthy love
Hand fed your bullshit, brain washed
Using me as your human, punching bag
This innocent child’s blood, staining your callas hands
My child’s curiosity, asking you one day
“Why do you hurt me and Mum?”
Your retort: “I am not your blood!”
I didn't understand, back then
Now, as an adult, I clearly understand!
Believe me, when I say
There was never a day that went past
That you didn't remind me of that!
My freedom, restrained
My sanity, tested
Caged, like a wild bird in captivity
Behind bars, looking out
 Here, I am today, free from your grip
Nursing, this inner child’s, bleeding love


Details | I do not know? | |

You and I



You and I.


You.

Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,

soothing,

alluring,

soaked in truth.



Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,

gentle,

tender,

enveloping my being.



Your love was complete,
from the depths of your soul,

unsaid,

yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.



Your dreams were poetic,
fluttering in the afternoon breeze,
infused with the distilled essence of rhyme.


I.

I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.


Now I stand,

alone,

empty,

desolate,

wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.




Details | Free verse | |

Woman from Congo

I am woman … 
WOMAN
Of Congo, 
Chewed, 
Spat out,
And bestowed with straw basket
To fetch water. 
You set upon us 
Wild dogs, 
Stretching our legs wide,
Ripping out our genitals and dignity
To nurse your children’s 
Craving.

‘fore you design gods;
Ones who create dolts, 
Small-minded folks, 
And feast on minerals – 
Congo was a lady
And I … I am
WOMAN, 
Strong black woman.

I bought some views 
On black market; 
They are rare commodities,
Sat down with glass of nsamba
on the rocks
And seriously contemplate …

It is hard to buy
Black market stuff;
We are set up
To think
East is inferior to west,
Barring them Europeans
Who broke their necks
To dwell in Canaan.

One thing is for sure,
They alleged a better name
And substitute 
The ones we were given;
Those with implications.
Oh, what things we see
When we start looking
From our own eyes.

I am WOMAN …
Woman alone
And taken against my desire,
Ravished by the corporations;
The gods who create your children
I am WOMAN, 
Woman from Congo.


Details | Free verse | |

I See You Everywhere

What do I say now? Where do I start?
Without you beside me, I'm falling apart
Thinking of you, know it isn't too smart
But I See You Everywhere, oh my poor heart

Love in her ways
She drifts slowly past me
A spring in her step
Oh she's moving too fastly
Upside down now
She turns my heart and soul
Reflecting in my mind
And in my heart, a hole
Every time she crosses my mind
I'm reminded of the pain
No chance to love her
She'll forget my name

So what do I say now? And where do I start?
Because without you beside me girl, I'm falling apart
Thinking of you, I know it isn't too smart
But I Still See You Everywhere, and oh my poor heart


Details | ABC | |

Sometimes I Like To Pretend Things Never Came To A End

Sometimes I like to pretend, things never came to a end. But over time, our love became a crime. I didn't know what we had, would ever end so bad. But then I knew things weren't right, when we started to fight. Now I walk down memory lane all the time, the pain is worst then committing a crime. We only caused eachother pain, but we were eachothers maine. I thought things would be alright, but I cried alot that night. I don't want things to change, without you my life is strange. You said you wanted me so much it started to hurt that you couldn't wait, now im just another person you hate. When you said you didn't care, I knew the person I loved was no longer there. You aren't the same, the new you is lame. We both fell, now it's hell. You use to always be here for me, like family. But now your nowhere in sight, things aren't right. Empty is all that I can feel, I still can't believe this is real. I didn't mean to let you get away, I didn't know what to say. Am i with the right guy, or am i telling myself a lie. I was afraid to loose what we had, but to you that choice was bad.


Details | Verse | |

Crying out

Crying out loud,
Crying for no reason,
A girl without future,
A girl stuck in the prison.

Where dreams are coming out?
When they take her dreams away?
A girl without future,
A girl without desire.

How many things are missed?
How many words are left unsaid?
A girl is crying out,
A girl stuck in the world.

Where is an explanation?
Where is a hero?
Is it fine now when
Girls within are still believers
But outside they hate
Every detail and season
Hidden in the eyes of men?


Details | Rhyme | |

Remember

“I can’t remember you, but you are pretty,” said the old man Tears formed in the eyes of the woman "Who are you?" His voice was the grayest of blues "Are you my new doctor? Or perhaps a nurse?" Silently, the woman took something out from her purse The photo was a wedding shot of a young pair His smile was dimpled and wide, and she had curly hair The woman handed the photo to the old man Setting it on his shaky hand He stared at it long and hard, trying to remember He looked at the date in the back—the 13th of December He looked at the woman in sudden surprise “Marianne!” He cried with joy. “Of course, my wife!” She left the room without another word That was the name of his first wife—and she was merely the third


Details | I do not know? | |

Without You



Without you,

worn down, weary,
staggering into tomorrow,
dissolving my todays, grim, dreary,

I crawl, slipping out of my skin,
flinging laughter, joy, contentment,
into the gaping abyss of life's dustbin.

Without you


Details | Verse | |

The Lake of Blackness

You look so innocent.
So easily you look into my eyes
But the lake of blackness in there
You still don't reach.

You look through sense.
You disappear when it's dark
But afterwards you are always back.
This lake of blackness lures you.

You are the enemy yourself.
You're destroying what you are.
You come to me like
I'm your heaven but
I am the darkness that
You should give up.

You are smiling softly.
So pure your eyes are
But you don't want a life that easy.
With the darkness you're
Dreaming to collide.


Details | Free verse | |

Protect Me As I Sleep

Nobody 
Knows my real name
‘Angel’ 
Is what I go by
I am freezing cold
I don’t have money
Just, the clothes on my back
I am a walking wardrobe
I am lonely
I smell like crap
I am starving hungry
I can’t find any shelter
My clothes are drenched
I look like a drowned rat!
Violence
Upon women
Is classed normal
Around here!
I wonder...
If
I will survive
Another day?
Only
To wake up
And
Do this
All over, again!
“Protect me tonight
As,I lay my head to rest”
“I love you, dear God”

“Goodnight”


Details | Lyric | |

My heart is dead

You didn't listen to my heart
When it was whispering to you.
When it was screaming out,
You were indifferent and cold
Just like you never cared,
Just like you couldn't love.

A special drama
Sparkling day and night,
Now we are gon' drowning
Because my heart is dead.


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Memories Made

The coldest white had fell
Surrounding all the feet of those behind
The day turned into hours
Just in the mind
Did the gift appear in night?
Or were dreams reality?
Did it come from karma’s hands?
It drifts from sanity

The trek towards that happy place
You’ve been there many times
Something was different now
It held a horrible surprise
The box wasn’t full of life and sound
The ashes of memories made were here
Taking longer to twist the knife
Left remains of a child now in tears

Standing still you couldn’t breath
Excuses flying in your mind
Trying to figure out the scene
Hoping there’s time
You look up to see
Expectant eyes for the last time
You wish you could keep
But it’s the saddest of a smile 


Details | Didactic | |

Untaken Advice - 2002

She can't remember a woman who gave her ever so great advice
Instead of taking it, she risked her life on a dice
She told her how to respect and love herself in her youth
She didn't tell her what to do; it was her decision to choose
She warned her of dangers of the streets and drugs
She warned her not to go past kisses and hugs
She didn't listen; she hit the road and tried some smack
And on and on it went, and there was no coming back
She then got sick from an angry man who raped it her
She lost her mind, she was crashing, but too late to get clean.
And the young woman died from the sickness at only nineteen
The woman heard about the her death and thought it was a dream
If only she had taken a thought to the wise woman's words
She could have been saved if she had listened to what she heard


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My Inamorata

Regretful I am; 
Anguish I am to you-
Wipe those tears away, 
Precious are they.

Adorn this pulchritudinous life, 
Smile like always.
You was held dear and the most cherished, 
Heart and soul I say will you be reminiscent.

Let me wander like I do, 
let go cause wonted I am;
In vagabondage I live, 
Go live your life in serenity.

Ne'er look back, 
No longer can i see you distressed;
Pain I am for you, 
Au revoir, my inamorata.

(For Judy)


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Thought It Was Right

 It's a funny thing  we have in this relationship we call love ,
I know this one thing for sure and  that it was not from above.
   Struggle as we may day after day week after week,
Doesn't seem to matter we can never reach what we seek.
    In my heart I know what  I have felt for most my life,
Forever it seems I have wanted you to be my loving wife.
    But there's always been this small wedge between  you and I,
You just were unable to stop yourself from telling me lies.
     Oh there were days that were so good and felt so right ,
It always changed before we had ever reached the night .
     A very sad thing to see hop[es and dreams fade away,
Nothing left but to remember those wonderful  days .
     Still I believe in relationships that are filled with love,
The ones that are truly made by the hands from above.
       So much will be lost  and will never be recovered ,
But  there will be so much  more gained with a new lover.
       A far cry from what I had dreamed my life would be,
Yet I will continue on in search of a love meant just for me.
Tac


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 | I do not know? | |

Within Me


Within Me

Flowing through the rivulets of my everyday thoughts,
memories of you surface, gasping for air, breathing in,
permeating, absorbed by the pores of my ageing skin.

Famished, greedily gulping mouthfuls of fractured life,
awash in distant yesteryear, when your feathery kisses,
banished the vacuum, dispelling my anguish and strife.

You are eternally carved, and embroidered into my soul,
I wash ashore, smashing against the boulders of the now,
seeking solace, begging for absolution with my empty bowl.

The book of fate is sealed shut, the tea-leaves have been read,
nothing remains within me, the burden of smiling has been shed.

Now I am stranded, between dreams and the empty years ahead,
searching for forgiveness, in the miles I have yet to wearily tread.



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Courtship

When being told you're “perfect”
but that it's not enough
what can you even do
in pursuits of love?

The seemingly endless process of
meeting and greeting
sharing, laughing, loving, caring
even becoming attached to family, pets
all so that it may come to an abrupt
ofttimes one-sided end- 
it wears me down
I'm far too young to feel as drained
I'm far too young to feel as pained
I'm far too young to feel as enslaved and betrayed
by this process of courtship as I do

Those older and wiser counsel: 
Patience, waiting is never easy
The right one will come along
You're a good person with a good heart
and you've got a lot to offer
It's their loss
*sigh*
I already know all of that, 
but it doesn't mean I accept it
It doesn't mean a part of me
cannot fear that the one I held dear
should have been mine to keep,
mine to fight for, mine to live for,
mine to die for
But what can I do?
What can I do?


Details | Romanticism | |

Locked In And Set

What happens when two are destined to drift 
Slowly forever apart?

They'll tell each other of crossing paths again
One day, that this is just a new start!

Time marches on though
While these two meet many others...

But to their first true love
They won't ever forget...

Because their hearts, for each other
Have been Locked In And Set


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Who Is This Old Woman

Who is this old woman who sits in a chair
Eyes wide and blank in a sightless stare
Attempting to edit her past unaware
That her life ticks by in couplets and pairs
And that where there is nothing, nothing is there.


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Zipperella the Cross Dresser

Rubber lover, Zipperella, 
is not a brother or a fella. 
He has false tits and kitten heels, 
not a chest and ankles made of steel 


His spiky rubber bag is old, 
cleverly patched with a Marigold. 
It’s been so long since he wore cotton, 
and only zips, never a button 

Zippy is a Tube commuter, 
six foot tall in his Transmuters. 
Lots of people stop and stare, 
even more when he had pink hair. 

Being a girl was such hard work, 
every day another jerk! 
Better to dye it back to brown, 
play his fetish lifestyle down. 

A little less attention is better, 
when all he wants is bread n butter 
Down to his local corner shop, 
in skin tight leggings and a belly top. 

He could blend if he wore a sweater, 
or maybe brown corduroys would be better. 
That’s what a woman would ask, 
it had happened in ZIppy's past. 

He’d had a wife who he'd loved dearly, 
but she couldn't understand him...clearly. 
Take off that dress, put on some trousers! 
What about mother, think of the neighbors! 

It went on like that for years, 
lots of heartache, floods of tears. 
Even though she was his lover, 
he felt like they didn't know each other. 


Then on a bight and sunny morning, 
came the last, the ultimate warning, 
‘Zippy, I want you as a man; 
you’re turning me into a lesbian!’ 


He was forced to wisely choose, 
the rubber-wear would surly loose. 
He had made his vowels for life, 
how could he just leave his (darling) wife? 

The only decent thing to do, 
was to be loyal, to be true. 
But then depression set right in, 
when all his beloved rubber was thrown in the bin! 

Time stood still for a couple of years, 
lots more heart ache, stress and fears. 
For he missed rubber in his (now) sad life, 
more than he would miss his nagging (dear) wife. 

This could not go on forever, 
he needed a friend not a jealous lover. 
Maybe she didn't’t like his feminine side, 
but Zippy loved dear Zipperella with pride. 

So one sad day they said goodbye, 
with no questioning or reasoning why. 
It was how it was meant to be, 
she was free, and so was SHE! 

Alone again but not as much, 
much more honest, much more in trust. 
For Zipperella loves all things feminine, 
now the woman he holds dearest lives within…him. 


(Author Notes
fella: man 
Marigold: washing up gloves 
Tube: london underground 
Transmuters: a brand of boots with frankenstein style heels with big studs)


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sad and alone

Sad and Alone
Sometimes I feel sad and alone
But to no one I dare moan
For in my soul I keep it there
My bed at night feels cold and bare
At times my life feels alright
But most of the time it’s a fight
My head spins so much I feel light
I try to concentrate with all my might
I need not worry about a significant other
I really miss the love of my younger brother
What I need to worry about now is me
To work on filling my heart with glee
I hope soon again I will be happy
The attention of another woman I need to see
For now the love of my parents is fine
Until I can find the woman I can call mine
I wish god would give me a sign
Until then I’ll end it with this last line


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SARA'S SONG

________________________________________________________________________

Like a skein of softly woven silk
She moves silently across ocean waves 
Exquisite in her ethereal beuty 
Dancing effortlessly across moonlit bay

Her soul knows no boundaries 
As it moves silently in the night 
Her beauty in midnight glowing 
Like a bird soaring in graceful flight 

Gliding in misty moonlight
In a gleaming white moon blaze
Her face glowing among the stars 
She glides elegantly amongst the waves 

Her heart cries to the seamen 
Bereft, longing to be found 
In the misty ebullient sea 
In which her poor body drowned 

The whales sing her lonely song
Their cries ring strangely thru' the night 
Their voices sing without words 
Grieving of Sara's rueful plight 

Sara's voice cries out in vain
Hertears salty- with ocean air 
Crying out in quiet depths 
Endlessly in her despair 

Glimmering and vast is the sea 
The tide rages full- the moon shines bright 
As this sad maiden cries out in despair
In the darkness of the lonely night... 
Her sorrowful notes of sadness -
Linger eternal ...in the ocean air
________________________________________________________________________

c/r & written by anne p murray...2012


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Jade

Jade
Young lady with a twinkle in her eyes
Surprise
Ready, with her past in disguise
Thighs tight
Bulge in her green dress
Rythmic swaying body
Drawing eyes to her chest
Steady and slow
Stride heel to toe
Show ‘em what heartbreak
Forced you to know
Sweetest fragrance 
Flows in her curls
So bright
She puts her own shine in her pearls
Lover of classy dine
But tonight her majesty wasted
Another non arrival
Lips she never tasted
Rolls in sheets
With only her flask
Mental note
Men always come last


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Let me break

Make me forget about this,
How beautifully I was falling,
Convince me it was my mistake,
There was always no one to rely on,
And no one to fight for.

Look into my eyes again,
Speak your lies, and
Die in it.

Make me forget your face,
Your standing there with no move,
Make me forget about you,
The poor illusion,
The wall that doesn't speak,
The life without breath.
Let me break.

Don't ask me to explain.
In darkness I do stand again but
This is my zone, my home.
This is my strength.

Let me break.
Let me forget about you.


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At the Bottom of a Glass

Liquid swirls slowly at the bottom of her glass, diving in, she hits the bottom with a crash another waiting drink, another lost hour Just like her life waiting to be devoured A trepid woman used, a trusting woman scorned She's either second hand, ash in her wake, or alone and torn At the bar, a seedy man eyes her like a beast Objectified by men, she's not surprised in the least She reapplies her lipstick and gets up to dance In the corner of her eye, the door cries last chance Her heels click across the room; she takes him by the hand With no respect for herself, she cannot understand These men will never love her the way she desires She's just another notch on their belt to acquire As the bartender yells "last call", she kisses his cheek They start to leave together with no words to speak But before they get to the door, she drains one last ale Sadly, just like her life feels, it's sour and stale. April 7, 2012 for And With A Sip Contest (Paula Swanson)


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April

April

Admitting that I don’t 
Still care even though it’s not fair
to be without everything
that made me 
exactly what it was to feel
what it was to be real
and now I don’t care anymore

Like the hands on a clock change 
Arms roll loose and free
Never knowing what to grab
Or to even believe in me
To catch a fall from a distance
Even though it’s right next to me
You still can’t believe 
I’d be there for every instance

Rollin like eyes on a face 
too bad the smile’s fake 
showing  mistakes
never seeing through to the truth 
but the words can’t lie 
when it makes the features
turn, to a painful time

Cause the thought remains				
Of how it’s never the same									       How I changed my ways
In these turbulent days
I can’t face now what’s in store
Cause there’s always gonna be that much more
Waiting, and hiding, 
Behind every curve
Like the moonlight
Sitting on the edge of your nerves
Shattering hopes and dreams
Misleading 
And revealing what’s not anymore


When the light shines green
its just to deceive
Even though it’s against
Everything you’ve seen
It’s dark 
Inside the heart
Filled with stains from yesterday’s rain
Leaving what’s left in the distance
And never feeling what’s real anymore
Try to look past the stage, of the rage
Knowing full well that
In this world we dig our own graves

Take me, I can not fight myself
Stretching, a life’s worth is just too much
Saddening, to run from my old self
Causing, a stigma in my eyes 

You hear a chime
Lost in age, 
A match to a time
Before May
When everything was safe

Take everything with a grain of salt cause
In the end it’s no one’s fault
Like assault
On a memory fading in the wind
No matter what it’s still a sin
Just roll with the punches kid
It’ll all turn round in the end


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Less Than A Day

The touch of your whispers has blown through the air
And the wave of summer disappears in the sand
There’s nothing to stop these memories are gone
Let the playbook now rest for the feelings they’ve stopped
Slowly it turns the small hands on your wrist
The knots in your belly have clenched like a fist
You picture the east and close her eyes
For the dawn’s a coming in all of our lives
The night’s now bleeding forever it tilts
Circling the orbit no rest from the filth
Rivers are flowing and spirits are dim
And the skies from the ocean will always stand still
The pain from the east has moved to the west
These days are numbered just like the rest
Blind in the rivers the hand clears it away
The whole world has changed in less than a day


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AISHA

Forced into womanhood at 12
betrayed by those you trusted
abused daily mentally and physically
forced to sleep in the animal shed
Your escape was short-lived
being captured and returned
to your tormentors

In the mountain
the cruel knife passed
on your innocent face
No, Aisha
that is not cold water
in your nose
It is your blood
Your nose is gone
and so are your ears

Your tormentors have gone away
and left you alone to die
But you refused to lay down 
and die
With your defiant spirit
you crawled down the mountain
to those who cared
and protected you
and helped you to a new life
away from the evil unjust system
you inherited by birth

What was your crime
to be dealt such cruelty?


Details | Quatrain | |

Am I a Woman or a Man

Who shall I be today
For I can be anybody I can
I have the freedom reign to roam
Am I a woman or a man

I operate under you noses
Leaving clues to who I am
Maybe it's in my character
Am I a woman or a man

Light or berry be I
Maybe sad because I need to be scanned
To many I am under your skin
Am I a woman or a man

So many of me are around
In deranged open game plan
But will you ever realise
Am I a woman or a man








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-14.php


Details | I do not know? | |

printed kisses

it's freezing/ the eyelids're drawing near pavement/
leaving the orange blurs on the street/
never thought that the ptinted kisses/
could be ever so tender and sweet/


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Soulful Cries

I scream, at the top of my lungs
No sound, comes out
Silent, curdling screams
Is, all I have left, now
I wrestle; I fight, with all, my physical might
While, being forced down 
By the mighty strength, of many men
The pungent smells of dirt, sweat and grime
Embed, in my senses
Their ghastly hot breathes; making me, want to puke!
Their hands, all over me
Constantly grabbing and groping me
Hollering and cheering each other on
Then, someone punches me
Someone, I cannot see
A large man’s hand, covers my nose and mouth
Muffling my soulful cries, terrifying, my insides!

I can’t breathe, now!

Many heavy handed blows, follow
In a blurry haze
I watch, my scarlet red blood splatter
Upon the snow white sheets, that surround
My sacred blood spilled
My salty tears mixed in with sticky men’s semen
My body, a raging torrent of scorching hot lava
Lulling into a translucent, entranced state
Surrendering, to the primal, animalistic frenzy
The men, taking what they want, anyway they want it
Devouring every morsel left ,of my weak and weary body
My body fighting, for its God given right
To live, now!
My life flashes before my eyes
The sounds around me begin to fade
My eyes glaze over, my body goes limp
My body betraying me, when I need her the most!
Silently, I pray for this is not my will, but their own
“Have mercy upon these souls” 
“Please forgive these men, as I do, now
“My love remains with you, heavenly Father”
Blackened tears of jet black mascara
Weave their way down
Through the bloody crevasses, of my black & blued skin
My body used up, a lifeless vessel, totally numb!
My innocence and dignity stripped!
No one, can save me, the worst is done!
Bashed, beaten, worn
I am nothing, no more...


Details | Narrative | |

She Has A Big Heart

Her heart is so big, her love is so strong
Most of her life, she has been treated wrong
She has so much love, so much to give
Sometimes it took all she had just to live
What in the world did she do to deserve
All the pain that's been forced upon her
She's worked so hard to do everything right
But, when she'd least expect it, there would be another fight
For days she would hurt and walk around crying
If she told anyone, they'd think she was lying
How could this life of hers be so unfair?
Is it too much to ask just for someone to care?
It caused me such heartache to see all of her pain
All the times she was hurt, it was done in vain
Such a wonderful person with all of this love
Deserves more than anyone that I can think of
I'll always be thankful for all that she’s done
I love her unconditionally, unlike anyone
Who is this woman with such a big heart?
She's the beautiful woman who gave me my start
She's very special; she's one of a kind
She's like a rare diamond that most never find
She's my best friend, she's my Mother
I hope she knows how much I love her

Copyright © 2000   Shari E Davis


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Secrecy of a hidden emotion

Hurt overflows my heart to see another one my gender be hurt with the bruising 
and knots of punches her beautiful face.

Blocking out all knowledge learned from the books to remember seeing her 
blood shot eyes straining back the tears of shame for all to see.

Hoping and wondering with curiosity that she and her unborn seed are alright 
due to the drastic effects of life slamming into her face.

Though we don't socialize nor have i tried,
Nor am i gay or Bi cause of the curiosity of what emotion my soul feels for 
another woman battling a struggle,which whom I've never seen cry.

telling myself to view HER as a good example of a woman suffering from what 
Hell on earth can offer, since a man bit the apple from the sacred tree of evil 
letting all to travel unto now with actions and experiences of devilish accusations.

Wanting to speak or greet HER with noticeable tones saying "I am always her to 
rely on, and  i too can feel your pain". But can't cause my tongue won't let me due 
to an unidentified fear....of what?

" So shall it be the next time i see her to speak of a simple greeting that wasn't 
mentioned for so long, & hope that what ever tension or fear we have against 
each other to not speak , can be reconciled."


Details | I do not know? | |

how can i drive if i can't keep my eyes off the sky

Soul surrender, each reach opaque, gathered incomplete gain; all willingly given for millisecond sight of sky as was eons ago, day guide towards monolith riseth ten thousand kilometers.  Crowned temple as arches multiply and vie for attention by exhale ever so slightly to glorify manifestation of timid illusion, glue to stone seat stare blank blue hue blink.  Envision outside Smith’s grocery store, poisonous pack concealed in cellophane wrap pounded upon palm to situate tobacco properly.  Corner clarity bare witness stretched weathered skin fallen upon weary bones, a dusty duet walk, pull trigger in longing serenity lapse moments as weak, draped in silence.  Half hunched over little time prior to cruel muse grip.  Left of man lurches ahead in front, near dry woman cuts right.  Woman cries out, “the car is over here,” in crackling strained voice.  Shout carries in breeze to hearing aid.  Man halts, confusion infection injects sense, fifteen yards distance but reluctantly switches direction to join other shortly.  He speaks.  “I knew that,” quip in deep toned disbelief by woman who vocalizes doubt.  “No you didn’t, not to mention you’ve been doing that a lot lately.”  Adjacent to one another couple takes gravel path to vehicle, twenty-two car crash inevitable seconds later.  
Life is but a dream.  When you die, you wake.  Stay asleep, eternity creep close, potential outcome grows to singular eventuality.  Law obsolete, physics but self, capability extends hallucinations, and being hinder significant beauty wither.  
When stop, smile.


Details | I do not know? | |

'61' (Under the bridge)

I see the desolate stares of the poor huddled masses.
Clothes piled in a corner, a woman stirs as each person passes.
The putrid smell of weed and urine fills the air, I choke on the smell. 
I search my soul and my heart cries out to those that live in this Hell --
An abyss where people go to get away from the harsh realities of this world. 
The grief I feel for those who lay upon the ground, with sleeping bags unfurled.
I listen in earnest to stories of suffering and pain that seem to fill this place.
I see the lines and creases upon the brow of a woman with haggard face.
The Lord has brought the good news forth to those poor, broken spirits. 
Isaiah, humble prophet, summoned to preach to all who'd hear it.   
Sweet Jesus, send fourth your love and mercy to those under the bridge
and Lord I pray that the words I write will summon faith and courage,
to those who attempt to turn blind eye to these poor souls in need.
America, cover not your ears to the poor, and my words I beg you take heed.


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loneliness

Lonesomeness

At the news agent’s a woman in her forties spoke to me, said she had 
lived in Algarve for two years, from Romania, used to be a doctor, but 
here she could only get a job as a cleaning lady. I dislike being spoken 
too by people I don’t know; perhaps I look of avuncular and reliable.
I commiserated with her plight and began walking away, but I can’t out 
walk anyone she followed said she was looking for a friend in this cold, 
cruel world. I occurred to me since she was lonely had become a little
unhinged. Men tend to drink too much when alone, women fantasize 
about true romance, for both it is often a one way road to oblivion. 
I was waiting for my wife she had been to the bank, when she showed 
up the other woman shrunk off, but my wife wanted to know who that 
woman was, like I should know. No one should be so alone they accost 
strangers in the street it is sad and scary for those spoken too. Loneliness 
is a curse and can make people mad.


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The Forsaken

She allowed him to ease onto her
His hands slowly caressed her soft face
His body felt heavy on her but she did not complain
As his fingers got entangled in her hair she shivered a little.
For long she had waited for this night to come
That it would come this way, she could scarcely believe.

She closed her eyes and called her God. 
There was little else that she could do
She had bartered herself into the enemy’s hand
Hoping her family would be safe as they had said
His hands dropped from her face and moved below.
She closed her eyes and called her God again.

Her womanhood insulted, she lay in silence beside him
There was no cloth on her, but she did not feel naked anymore
She had no reasons to be ashamed in a shameless world.
She knew her God had forsaken her
It was a mistake to be a woman during a war
Or to be a woman at all.


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Death, My Friend

The woman lies quietly in her hospital bed
The intense pain inside her head, too much to bear
Let alone the information the doctor just shared
Suddenly, something in the corner stirred that made her stare
Standing by the visitor’s chair, surrounded by a glaring light
Appeared a beautiful angel with wings of fire, that burned so bright
He held out his hand, and smiled like an old friend
He was here to relive the poor woman of her impending death
The woman smiled, and taking her last breath
She took the angel’s hand and followed him into the glorious glow
As she left her lifeless body on the hospital bed below.


Details | I do not know? | |

11:45

Almost 11:45

On this cold night we’d meet in the park

A reason to make things right

Between the spaces in our hearts

Close to 11:45

I see my breath in the air

How can I go on alone in my life

Without you even there

 



My footsteps trace over and over

The night is getting colder and colder

Time passing me by

I haven’t seen goodbye

Until after 11:45

 


It’s 11:45

Expecting love soon to see

Our past come back to life

A gift from you to me

Passing 11:45

Disappointment lies inside

Lonely tears flood my eyes

Because I never saw love tonight

 

She won’t answer her calls

She won’t come to her door

I thought I gave, this woman my all

Although her love demanded more

She won’t listen to me

She won’t give me a chance

By the time I realize love didn’t show

I was replaced by another man

She won’t answer her calls

She won’t come to her door

I thought I gave, this woman my all

Although her love demanded more

She won’t listen to me

She won’t give me a chance

By the time I realize love didn’t show

I was replaced by another man


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The Outcast-

Long blonde hair
A pageant queen beauty 
On stage she smiles
Yet-
Inside, she's brooding.

Girl in the hallway
Glasses an inch thick
Smart as Einstein
But-
Lacking true spirit.

Young woman there
Hair black as night
Nails used for earrings
Still-
No one would ever know 
she cries, every night.

Little miss popular,
Big breasts, perfect skin
Who gets all the guys
Never letting on that 
She isn't that happy 
And-
She tells them all lies.

Rich little daddy's girl
Drives up in the Benz
No one knows she sits 
Lonely on holidays
With no food and no gifts
Just the maid and some gin.

Labels we see... never
Looking beyond.
We place them on each
We laugh, we torture,
Then.....
we turn the other cheek.

It doesn't really matter
if you are rich or you're poor
The loneliness, it isn't picky
Or discriminate
Because of our decor.

We are all the same inside
Girl afraid, woman trying.

Hearts beating heavily
While our souls
continue crying.

I just wish one day

We all could just 
Stop.
Stop the hurting.

So my advice is simply this:

If you see someone you think,
Looks like an outcast to you
Please remember to give a smile
Because one day that girl.....

{On the stage, in the corner
With the glasses, or the fancy ride
Black nails, heartbreaker or the liar}





Could be you.





Wouldn't you want someone to

See the outcast girl too?





-This was inspired by my teen daughter who at the moment, feels
like the outcast-


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You Never Deserved Me

To the person who gave me life, nothing less, nothing more

As a child I remember being filthy and left isolated, all alone
Left at the age of seven, not knowing if you’d ever come home

Caring all alone for baby sister, while you ran endlessly all about
Feeding, bathing and taking care of her, listening to her constant shouts

Your commitment was your drugs; let’s not forget the alcohol too
Stammering in all times of the night; an addictive abusive person I 
watched you grow into

Looking back I never thought that this life was not extraordinaire
But as I matured and saw the norm; 
I realized my life was nothing but despair

Never caring for either of us, just your greedy selfish self
Shooting your heroin and drinking your booze,
Which sat upon your shelf

Taking all our money, spending it on your addictions day and night
Living off ramen noodles, our survival was an endless fight

After years of suffering from your abuse and your manipulating lies
They finally saw your negligence, taking us away ending all ties

Now we’re with our father, and his new beautiful stranger bride
Trust we cannot give to her, for all we’ve ever known has died

Time it did not take for us, to open up and see
That the new beautiful woman bound to care for us, 
Was as genuine as one could be

She opened her home and her heart and treated us as her own
She opened our eyes and broke the hard outer wall,
Never do we feel alone

She has given me more love in the past four years
Than you have your entire life-time on this earth,
It’s sad that a woman of only four years, 
was the one who taught me self-worth 

You are the woman you gave me life, 
Nothing more and nothing less
You never deserved me or my little sister
Our mom now has replaced your selfishness 

© Chelsea Leigh Stiles/Stacy Lynn Stiles

These are my daugther Chelsea's words about her biological mother. I took 
them and helped her write the poem at her request. It's very sad and the damage 
her "biological mother" has done to her and her sister is un-repairable....Chelsea 
has had to be in counseling every since we've had her and I have taught her to 
have a voice and if needed, put her thoughts down on paper.  She's absolutely 
beautiful and amazingly charismatic. She's strong and very responsible and 
dedicated...not only to our family, but to life. Both of them were "my gift from God", 
and I will cherish this gift forever.


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The Alyzeimers Patient

She sat near the window
In her new wheel chair
In red robe and slippers
And soft greying hair

She heard someone calling
A voice in her head
It must be my husband
At work in his shed

Bob, is that you?
Quick bring the car
I seemed to have
Walked just a little too far

I must get the supper
The kids come home soon
I must sweep the kitchen
Oh, where is that broom?

I must find my clothing
Get out of this chair
Look for my coat
And tidy my hair

I sit here alone
And stare at a wall
Why doesn't Bob 
Answer my call?

A woman in white
Calls out to me
 How are you feeling
Today Mrs. Lee 

Lee is a name 
I don't recognize
She smiles and turns
Looking straight in my eyes

Its time for a walk
And we'll go down the hall
I'm here to assist you
And see you don't fall

I walk through a building
With so many floors
We step in a box
With tight closing doors.

I'm sitting with people
Who stare at the floor
I don't like this place
Oh, where is the door

Back in her room
And tucked in her bed
This woman of sixty
Wished she were dead

Trapped in a mind
That just cannot think straight
Gertrude B. Lee has 
Just met her fate


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THE WOMAN INSIDE ME

Inside this girl is a woman contradicting what she’s suppose to be.
A woman is imprisoned inside this little girl’s body and face.
The girl hides the woman you can’t see.
Innocence gone without a trace!
What happened and where she gone?
This is the story of a childhood lost.
It will be too late when it comes dawn.
This is a story of a child that paid a fatal cost.
She lost who she was.
Where is god when suffering consumes grown up children fighting to be free.
She suffered defeat by rages enabling cause.
This is the story of a nine year old and the woman inside me.


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Life Goes On

A little girl
With a grown up mind
She always felt
Like she was left behind

In a world so broad
She was all alone
The last place to go
Was her broken home

She couldn't love
She couldn't cry
All she could do
Was stare at the sky

She would wish
Every single day
That someone would come
And take the pain away

The girl grew up
With a very hard life
And now she's gonna be
Someone's wife

She can't go on
Something's not there
She doesn't want to live
Forever in fear

That sad little girl
Is the only thing in her mind
As she thinks again
About being left behind

A beautiful girl
So ugly inside
Every one seen her strength
Though all she did was hide

Hide from her fear
Hide from her past
Hide from the world
She always came last

She found the missing piece
But couldn't put it into place
There was one last thing
She needed to face

There was a woman
To whom she must speak
But the thought of that talk
Made her weak

How to tell her
Words of hate
Words of resentment
The girl is irate

The woman ran away
Never even looking back
Not caring what she left behind
All she wanted was more crack

The woman destroyed her life
And pulled the world down too
That girl is me
And that woman is you


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I AM NOT

I am PRIMAL.

I am PREHISTORIC.

I am HISTORICAL.

I am TRADITIONAL.

I am EVOLVING.

I AM HUMAN!

I am not a RAPIST, I am not my FOREBEAR.
I am not a TERRITORAL THIEF, I am not my PREDECESSOR.
I am not a MURDERER, I am not my ANCESTOR.
I am not an EMOTIONAL CHARLATAN, I am not my GRANDFATHER.

I am not a RACIST, I am not my FATHER!
I am not a WOMAN ABUSER, I am not my FATHER!
I am not a WOMAN ABANDNOR, I am not my FATHER!
I am not a CHILD ABUSER, I am not my FATHER!
I am not a CHILD ABANDER, I am not my FATHER!

I am not a MAN!

I am ONLY MALE!

I am PURELY BORN.


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Inferior?

I better tuck in my penis
I better not stand up
I'll just get slaughtered
please, Lord, let me be marytered
she layed with me, she stayed with me
those memories are vivid like a never-ending movie
what is more vivid is how the end swiftly came
I didn't realize it all was a game
I could do nothing but lose
now, woman, you've got me in the spotlight
rape me of my will
make me swallow the pill
oh beautiful creature, you have no idea
the pain I feel deep inside
a man possesses superior strength
but a woman is superior in every other way
a woman can carry your name or bury it six feet deep
she can do anything to make a man feel inferior
she can ensue panic, she can bring a life to an end
whatever is good, whatever is bad
a woman can change it all
though I tried to stand strong
now I cower at your feet
you don't care what pain you cuase me
I'm just all alone
I'm just alienated and feeling a shade of insane
I used to cry your name
and beg you to stop
tortured and beaten
I'm just a helpless animal
lingering deep inside me
my soul is hiding
waiting for the break of day
when the warm touch of a new woman comes
maybe that touch won't fade
hopefully the beautiful creature
will hold my heart and not tear it into pieces
she's coming, this woman I seek
Lord, please don't let my eyes see in vien


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Death of a nun

Her name was Sister Mary Mercedes Gleason,
A tiny woman with so much wisdom and care,
who belonged to the religious congregation -
the Presentation of the Blessed Virgin Mary.

She lived a longer life: 98 years of age,
amazing and a flashing mem’ry to all
her imprint of life she shared with everyone
she dedicated herself to the religious life.

She died in sleep at the early hours of Tuesday, 
with serenity and less suffering thus far;
what a beautiful soul! What a gift of holiness!
truly,  a woman of the Gospel in every sense.

Her community grieved her loss and,
at the same time celebrated for her new birth –
that’s in heaven, in the life hereafter with her Maker;
rejoicing with her triumphant journey with Him.

She lived longer for higher purposes and meanings,
embracing the challenges of being a religious;
expressed in human language and good works,
her examplary life manifested with piety and humility.

With her balm of choice to love and be mindful
of people around her in diverse moods and feelings;
she would love to share with them even in moments
with her caring presence to accost them with a smile.

She’s history, memories and relationship in toto,
Like everyone else, her life went on the calendar;
Like a new chapter that says, ‘to live to die is gain.’ 
her own life is a testimony, an inspiration to all.


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Window

In the still of the night
Long before the mornings dew
Long before the early dawns light
I look out my window
And am startled to see
This figure, a woman starring at me
She has such a sad look upon her face
Her smile is no more
A look of sorrow now takes its place
In her eyes you can clearly see the regrets
Of those special moments she can’t forget
Moments of which she could wishes she could change
But time only moves forward
And life can’t go back to rearrange
That’s the one thing you can count on to stay the same
She didn’t fight hard enough for him back then
She’s fighting too hard for him now
I wee her troubles in her eyes
She has looked to the skies
She needs to push through somehow
To find what she seeks
And seek what she finds
She’s screaming now
“Damn this life of mine”
Gone by are all the years
Here now are echoes of silence
And moments that are filled with tears
You see them running down her check
Leaves her always lonely and week
For it’s him she longs to hold
But all with him for now is cold
She has heard it been said
She has been told
Just to forget and try to control
The feelings, the love, the sadness, and all the laughter
The thoughts she once had of happy ever after
Let go of remembering how they lied
On the day they said goodbye
Or the songs they sang
The words were clear
But the meaning vague
She wishes that was the case today
The meaning of the songs
Are now to crystal clear
That part is what she don’t want to ever hear
During the shadows of the night
All she wants is him holding her tight
She wants to feel wanted, needed, and loved
She wants for this to so much
And longs to be able to one day thank
The good Lord above
You can tell she hopes soon this will be close in her sights
She prays her emotions of him are right
In the still of the night
Long before the mornings dew
Long before the mornings light
I look out my window
And I’m startled to see
That figure the woman still starring
And realize
It’s just the reflection of me


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JOHN AND JANE

In this world we live in there’s a lot of things that can’t be explained
A man and a woman who lives in different countries falling in love just the same
Though he’s never seen her and his photo was all she had glimpsed
They can still feel each other and that’s all that matters for these lovers named 
John and Jane

REFRAIN
Yes John and Jane, two ordinary people connected by feelings unexplained
He couldn’t resist her even if he knew he could never have her, his pretty Jane
She’s already married and  that’s why she’s worried to have feelings for John
Two star crossed lovers who’ll never have each other yet inside they know that 
they’re one


He tries to accept it and like a man play the card that fate had dealt him
But inside he suffers and wishes this life would be just a dream
She knows how he’s feeling, deep inside he is dying and it causes a tension in 
her
She promised him one thing that as a friend she will always be there for him

(REPEAT REFRAIN)

Inside he’s aching his whole body’s shaking feeling the need for his Jane
He knows that it’s wrong to yearn for somebody who’s not free like his Jane
But he doesn’t want another no other woman would make him feel like she does
And in his pain he cries out for the Gods to turn him to dust

(REPEAT REFRAIN)

John and Jane will only be together in dreams ……..


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...collaboration of inspiration-Stevie Nicks dedication

...so to the red rose grows the passion in the Enchanted Gate and Garden there 
Whenever you call me friend and I believe I've come to understand that I'm the 
Kind of woman with for whom you don't blame for having a Wild heart but you 
know that you can always Talk to me you can set your secrets free you have given 
me your Leather and you have taken from me my Lace I am stronger than you 
know it all comes down to you lighting strikes maybe once maybe twice and you  
see your Gyspy but  you have to Stop draggin' my heart around because baby you 
could never look me in the eye and say you didn't love me you buckled with the 
weight of the words and looking at Rhiannon who is like a cat in the dark and 
then she is the darkness and knowing that even in Dreams when the rain 
washes you clean Sometimes it's a witch and no matter what they say Love's a 
hard game to play you may need to Stand back in the middle of my room my 
Bella Donna riding high a top her pony cause not everyone has Crystal visions 
nor will everyone with their capes pulled around them tight cry for the Nightbird 
some will see their refection in the snow covered hills until the Landslide brings 
them down and even the Gold dust woman with her heartless challenge will pick 
her path and for her we pray although on the Edge of seventeen things may Rock 
a little and sadly enough Some will become strangers you will always have My 
heart I never again want to Fall from grace even if time cast a spell on you never 
will you forget me and in years past I tried to love you before but you would not let 
me I am ready now to be your Silver spring blue green colors flashing and yes 
I'm Strong enough remember I'm your Beauty and you are my Beast poet priest of 
nothing Has anyone ever written anything for you in all your darkest hours did you 
ever hear me sing listen to me now I sing for the things money can't buy me and 
long After the glitter fades I will still be here you said If anyone falls in love it will 
be done to us most of all I have to know when I can see you again because I 
can't wait yes I know you though we've been out of touch...

...this is a collaboration of written words inspired by
Stevie Nicks...


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Tears in My Womb



There are tears in my womb because you ripped out my child.
She was loving and tender
Now her acidity could erode the concrete shape that is your heart.
You raped her being and now she is gone.
Her feminity has been violated by your carnal desires.
No longer a woman she passes through the night as a ghost of the woman she 
once was.
The one she wishes she could be again


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Heart Of A Woman

If you find love .in the heart of a woman
love her and please her
don't mistreat her.don't let her go
When you find love in the heart of a woman 
it is worth more than all the worlds gold
If you find love .in the heart of a woman
love her and please her
don't mistreat her.don't let her go
When you find love in the heart of a woman 
it is worth more than all the worlds gold And if she's feeling blue 
you tell her Baby ..I love you
always will and that it's never gonna change 
and if shes feeling sad 
say Baby it's not that bad
It'll be alight ..let me let me hold you tight 
and If you find love .in the heart of a woman
love her and please her
don't leave her..don't let her go
love her 



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Lost Songs of Grandma Katherine

Songs belted out in a moment of sadness
while the sun stains the clouds in her colors chameleon
Facing the sea as the ashes kiss sand
letting the wind pull the songs off the land
Grieving continues that year in the open
Laughter seeps into the melody mourning
Tales from her youth in Crimea's rich forest
cast from our lips in the manner she taught us
The time she was starving and ate poison berries
then jumped down into tree limbs, waiting and merry
Unconscious and limp in the bed of a stream
That Turkish man came in a wood scented dream
A gypsy by nature, a friend of her fathers,
brought her back home to the village of his brothers.
Or what of the time, on a frozen park bench
she met the great Rachmaninov eating his lunch
He pulled out a chocolate from his wool, jacket pocket
and spoke of her beauty, like a good Russian mandate.

When did the songs stop for her in her life?

Was it when she was singing of a girl selling wares
and her father took his pitch fork with a furious glare
and pinned her, as he yelled without kindness hindsight
for the song was a tale of a woman of the night?

Or was it the war, the infamous war?

Not with cruel Hitler, but the war of Great Katherine.
The woman who held all her emotions within.
From the moment the sheep closed his eyes in her arms
She stoically built up her walls with alarms.
She refused to love any, for leave her they would
and she dug her feet into the earth where she stood
My grandfather smiled attempting to soften
the cold, vile stare which she shot him so often
and I in my youth thought that I would discover
this woman had love for me, like my own mother.
But, as her ashes joined the sea
she took with her, her chance to be
a wife, a mother, loving grand
and left her songs in her own homeland.
I wish to one day laugh with her
and sing aloud in mirth with her
I wish for her innocence to be restored
and one day to be, by her, adored.


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The Woman Of My Dreams

My last wife.....
(Hey, you heard me right,
I'd had a few practice runs....)
She was the woman,
of my dreams....

But sometimes things
are not what one seems,
It didn't take long,
For the torture to start,
Try to please her, as I may,
She always clawed at the soul of my heart

Yes, she proved to be unfaithful,
My life, she so shattered,
Didn't make any difference,
how hard I tried,
To her, it just never mattered

Yes, she was the woman of my dreams,
But sometimes, no matter how hard cares,
The woman of their dreams,...
Turns out those dreams....
turn out to be but nightmares


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Under The City Lights

I'm walking with a sad look on my face
Tears in my eyes under the city lights
Wondering how I'd have changed my ways
To love her truly, and faithfully all her life
Instead found myself holding someone else
Watched two beautiful girls walk out on me
Though, I should've went for some help

Now, I'm just a phony, with nothing on my hands
Trying to figure out what I could have done
To stay loving the woman who showed me heaven
The woman who proved she was the one
By loving and holding me tight, every night
She took the burden off my shoulders
And always had faith in me. in everything

Could have told the truth, but It'd hurt her
Could have told lie, and break her heart
They all seemed worse, nothing was left to do
But somehow chose the wrong thing to say
Set her free and gave her wings instead

That's why I'm walking with sad look on my face
Tears in my eyes under the city lights
Wondering how I'd have changed my ways
To love her truly, and faithfully all her life
Instead found myself holding someone else
Watched two beautiful girls walk out on me

Drove out together under the city lights
Holding hands all the way, into the night
Feels like we're holding other's heart
Lips pressed against her cherry lips
Now every feeling has gotten away
I've got nobody to hold tonight

That's why I'm walking with sad look on my face
Tears in my eyes under the city lights
Wondering how I'd have changed my ways
To love her truly, and faithfully all her life
Instead found myself holding someone else
Watched two beautiful girls walk out on me
Under those city lights




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Good-bye Love

For the longest time I've only wanted to love you but didn't know how
After all you've put me through, you tell me you're ready now
But as each day passes by I've finally begun to understand
You could care less about how I feel, you never thought to reach out your hand
Frustrations build in my head, making me feel so alone
How could I be so blind and not see the disrepect has grown?
It only takes one kiss or a few words for you to ease my pain
But baby if I don't walk away from you now all we'll have is rain

So when I say good-bye one last time
Understand I only tried to make you happy while you were mine
Time after time, I was patient with you
And now I find out you were creepin on the low instead of being true

You've tried to convince me again and again it was she who lied
These lonely nights spent by myself make me realize a part of me has died
As much as I want you stading by my side I've learned to look away
Now that you see I've had enough you're begging me to stay
All I can do is look at you and shake my head
You weren't too concerned about me when you had another woman layin' in our bed
Stop blamin me for your mistakes, I won't put up with it anymore
Don't act like you arent like other men, you know what I'm walkin' away for

It's not much different without you, wait that's not the truth
Instead of being brought down I'm a strong woman once again
Bye for just one last time while we're sittin' here arguin' about where I was last night
Tell me how it feels now to be walked out on in a middle of a fight!
There is only one more thing I need to tell, in the morning you're gone
If not there will be drama when your clothes are thrown out on the wet lawn
Don't look at me as if I'm the one doin' you wrong
You were the one that didn't believe me when I said I couldn't put it up with it for long

This is where our story ends, there's not much more to say
Your boys have told me how you're doing, looks like you're not too worried about yesterday
That is how I know I'm glad I have moved on
My heart has healed, and my tears are finally GONE!