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Night Stalker

Within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright
shadows twist obsidian trees torment,
the cypress writhe in blood moon’s bright delight.

The hunter hides his nascent lust for might 
and so the doe flees by man’s bow unbent,  
within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright.
	
The cypress writhes in blood moon’s bright delight,
bedevil not the finer soul, repent,
the destined deed, must feed, man’s plight.

With deadly skill, fletched shaft sheers frosty night.
The horned hart does fall in wonderment, 		
within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright.

And torment flows in drops of crimson sight,
distorting right and light with man’s intent.
The cypress writhes in blood moon’s bright delight

Into the holy water blood rings light
for life is all and death is but dissent, 
within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright,
the cypress writhes in blood moon’s bright delight.




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mother WHO i HATE

Mother, mother can't you see?
How much are you putting the needle,
Deep inside of  my heart?
I know the pain won't go away!
I know you are blind to see the truth!

Pain pain pain,
When will you go away?
Anger, hate & discouragement
Always comes my way!
What am I supposed to do?
I feel alone deep inside,
I feel the empty pressure against my chest,
In a prison of hate,
I am sick of the people who I love,
Betraying me & ruining the trust,
God above who sees your actions,
I hope He will never forgives you,
For you who keep on sin.

One day you will see 
Throw my eyes & my pain,
One day you will stop on pretend,
Realize your mistakes,
It will be too late,
I will be gone far away,
I will never come back again!


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Colors in my Mind

my aging eyes have sadly become color blind though in my memories, rainbows frolic and play this mind will not forget what the eyes cannot find I miss rich skin colors, the beauty of mankind and the sparkle in a child's eyes, to see I pray my aging eyes have sadly become color blind hot sand between my toes and ocean waves remind the boldness of red and blue in my thoughts display this mind will not forget what the eyes cannot find from sunsets to flower blooms, God's brilliance designed in the warm breeze, petunias and daffodils sway my aging eyes have sadly become color blind colors in a Van Goth painting, boldly combined or the softly muted colors of a Monet this mind will not forget what the eyes cannot find dazzling emeralds, sapphires, and rubies once shined yesterdays beaming rainbows are now shades of gray my aging eyes have sadly become color blind this mind will not forget what the eyes cannot find By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 4, 2012 for Color Blindness contest (Olajide Adelana)


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Funeral

His family pretended not to cry 
But both his sisters had no heart to spare; 
They said they loved him, yet it was a lie. 

The blazing sun one summer day drew nigh; 
Its orange radiance it could not share. 
His family pretended not to cry. 

There was a man in hell beneath that sky-- 
Discerning now that care, like warmth, was rare. 
They said they loved him, yet it was a lie. 

All that his soul could utter was a sigh; 
The shattered saints in Heaven said Lord's Prayer. 
His family pretended not to cry. 

Like sunlight, his disease bore down to dry 
Emotions spent without concern or care. 
They said they loved him, yet it was a lie. 

Upon the desert ground he lay to die-- 
Addiction was much more than he could bear. 
His family pretended not to cry; 
They said they loved him, yet it was a lie.


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I dream of a great and distant place

I dream of a great and distant place
It is mine, only I hold the key 
There are many fears I have to face 

Meadow, temple, goddess of grace 
Wending brook, glittering tree 
I dream of a great and distant place 

It becomes vague, it is now a trace
So very far, so very hard to see
There are many fears I have to face 

Falling into my city's warm embrace
Take me away, hear my plea 
I dream of a great and distance place 

To these enchanted thoughts I race 
From the staleness of now I flee 
There are many fears I have to face 

With a breath it will vanish, in a second erase 
Once more I feel a cold pull inside me 
I dream of a great and distant place
There are many fears I have to face 


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The Fallen Seek

The fallen seek to destroy man
Sending their hatred into our imagination
Dressed in angelic forms, they have a plan

Rage, hate, prejudice, pride- we must ban
To change this nature, we must (seek) elation
The fallen seek to destroy man

Become one- in mind, spirit- not a divided clan
Seek the perfection of love in every sensation
Dressed in angelic forms, they have a plan

Throughout millennias this evil has spanned
Eradicate from our very mind, this aberration
The fallen seek to destroy man

Be wary of the loathsome whenever you can
Go forth in a life of happiness, no hesitation
Dressed in angelic forms, they have a plan

From the birth of mankind this foulness began
Lead only with consummate vibration
The fallen seek to destroy man
Dressed in angelic forms, they have a plan.


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Why didn't I die

Why didn't I die, why didn't I die 
When all the dreams and hope do fail
Dear Savior take away my life

Yet still to this day do I grind
In search for that dear wanted grail
Why didn't I die, why didn't I die 

So I have thought for months and months
Leaving behind a an endless trail
Dear Savior take away my life

My hope for program has gone wrong
And beat me like an evil tail
Why didn't I die, why didn't I die

I feel so hurt I cannot try
My wracked soul has left me frail
Dear Savior take away my life

And from my failures do I hide
While burning blushing in my shame
Why didn't I die, why didn't I die
Dear Savior take away my life


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Believe

From out of the mist of eve The path drew my tired eye The gnarled sign - " Believe"... Through the spiders weave I stepped through darkened gate From out of the mist of eve For that old path I will grieve Born of the fear of change The gnarled sign -"Believe".. To old angers I still cleave A new path draws my hope From out of the mist of eve A faint light I may perceive Around the bend ahead The gnarled sign-"Believe".. Old ways I choose to leave My feet tread with purpose From out of the mist of eve The gnarled sign-"Believe"..
For the Fantasy contest...


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Birds of Prey

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I must release those predator hawks to flight
Banish my foes, of fretting, fraught, despair
I will shutter away those loathsome birds from sight

I must rob the keepers of the night
and winds that circle wild in restless air
I must release those predator hawks to flight

When anxious thoughts arise to wage a fight
with tangled webs, they weave a viscid snare
I will shutter away those loathsome birds from sight

I flex my weary wings, against my worried light
Ignore the mocking sound of hallowed fears
I must release the predator hawk to flight

The night is long, the darkness grip holds tight
and keeps the axis of the world a tilted sphere 
I will shutter away those loathsome birds from sight

Oh bless sweet sleep, you welcomed, winsome sprite!
When last you bring my dreams to slumbered fair
I must release those predator hawks to flight
I will shutter away those loathsome birds from sight


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For the Contest "Rhyme Battle 4" Sponsored by Juli Michelle
By Carrie Richards


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Nocturnal

Nocturnal Dismiss my harbingers of dread to flight Banish all foes, old hallmarks of fretting, fraught, despair I will shutter away those loathsome ghouls from sight I will rob the keepers of the night Those winds that circle wild in restless air Dismiss my harbingers of dread to flight When anxious thoughts arise to wage the fight with tangled webs, they weave a viscid snare I will shutter away those loathsome ghouls from sight I flex my weary wings, against the morning light Ignore the mocking of my hallowed fear Dismiss my harbingers of dread to flight The night is long, the darkness grip holds tight and keeps the axis of the world a tilted sphere I will shutter away those loathsome ghouls from sight Oh bless sweet sleep, you welcomed, winsome sprite! When last you bring my dreams to slumbered fair Dismiss my harbingers of dread to flight I will shutter away those loathsome ghouls from sight


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I Was In a Big Snafu

I was in a big snafu.
I could not pay any bills.
And the neighbors never knew.
 
No need to feel all blue.
I read books by candlelight.
I was in a big snafu.

The electric bill was due.
Sconce and candles on each wall.
And the neighbors never knew.

I thought I might go cuckoo.
Hard work was about to fall.
I was in a big snafu.

I cooked meals on the hearth, too.
The payments would not forestall.
And the neighbors never knew.

Three house sales had fallen through.
I soon told my house adieu.
I was in a big snafu.
And the neighbors never knew.

© March 7, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen


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After This You Needn't Regret

After this you needn't regret
Your life is bourn as your child today
Voudrais tu une cigarette?

All stakes are high upon this bet
Though grace and patience is all to pay
After this you needn't regret

In warmth and bonds may trust inset
The glow of knowing till egos play
Voudrais tu une cigarette?

Advice wears over for angst's outlet
Never rash nor heavy, never lose light in day
After this you needn't regret

In a wink and a worry in your Autumn set
A thought to the child now grown away
Voudrais tu une cigarette?

Then a day your child takes up the fret
You smile to see their berth and say:
After this you needn't regret
Voudrais tu une cigarette?


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Goodbye

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Perhaps Perhaps Perhaps

Perhaps this is the price I must pay?
I fear there is no way to break free,
When I need to push you far away.

When I succumb to your whispered “Stay”,
Even then I know you’re bad for me.
Perhaps this is the price I must pay?

I cleave to your heart as sun to day,
Yet cry as I fall on bended knee,
When I need to push you far away.

Silenced by you when I want to say
“Begone, no more, please just let me be”.
Perhaps this is the price I must pay?

I feel entrapped, like a creature fey,
As you claim to love me but don’t see
When I need to push you far away.

Even as I want to capture prey,
Your animal heart beats so cruelly.
Perhaps this is the price I must pay?
When I need to push you far away.


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L'PRIMA'S BAILARINA VILLANELLE

Oh, how's this work, how to reFrame?
The s p i n  I'm in
"I hear your Name and I'm aFlame!..."

In Portraits to arabesques in Castles in Spain
And belles letteres of A. Nin
Oh, how's this work, how to reFrame?

Perhaps a chanticleer, puffed jactate, abreast of whether, vained
For thy meadowLin 
"I hear your Name and I'm aFlame!..."

ReSown seeds, reap our grain
Grapes to wine, nary raisin'?
Oh, how's this work, how to reFrame?

A burning untamed
Unassuaged by Verse, unlessen'
"I hear your Name and I'm aFlame!..."

Will girasoles thrive arranged
Or Lilies' parure Daffodils akin?
Oh, how's this work, how to reFrame?
"I hear your Name and I'm aFlame!..."
                                               


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Villanelle for the Death of Archery

There are far too many things that you don't know
The revelry and squalor tucked away
It's time to pull the curtain on my show

A million little boxes in a row
To bury or to swallow was the game
There are far too many things that you don't know

Choked it down the prickles of my throat
Then replaced my shovel with a spade
It's time to pull the curtain on my show

The perfect Swedish angel in the snow
The sickness that I still feel to this day
There are far too many things that you don't know

I loved you then I love you now and so
Painful that it has to be this way
It's time to pull the curtain on my show

Complacency and solemn still the bow
The quivver and the arrows won't obey
There are far too many things that you don't know
It's time to pull the curtain on my show


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The Danger of Sam

Beads of blood define my plight
No scars to see just yet
How much more do I need to fight?

I wish I could show you this sight
The fine lines of red that have just begun to set
Beads of blood define my plight

All I wish is that he might 
Stop soon, but my wishing is only a threat
How much more do I need to fight?

I scream and I kick as he shows me his bite
Trying to make sure I’ll never forget
The beads of blood that define my plight

How is he to know which is wrong and which is right?
Will he ever feel regret?
How much more do I need to fight?

Poor little raccoon, with your collar so tight
Why do I have you as a pet?
Beads of blood define my plight
How much more do I need to fight?


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Never Be The Same

I am never to be the same again,
finding I am living a hypocrite’s lie,
my open mind is a closed, boxed in brain.

Now my sight gives me a blurred stain,
complexity in everything trying to filter in the mind’s eye,
I am never to be the same again.

Thought there as control over the whole domain,
hidden, vicious teeth, crawling, waiting for the untie,
my open mind is a closed, boxed in brain.

Sipping on the phony champagne,
preaching patience that I do not live gives a black eye,
I am never to be the same again.

Am I taking from or giving to the strain?
Understanding of all people is starting to run dry,
 my open mind is a closed, boxed in brain.

When did that piece of me die?
Not even sure if I will take the time again to try,
I am never to be the same again,
my open mind is a closed, boxed in brain.

May 19, 2011
© Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2011


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Unlocked, Not Free

Unlocking does not make me free
It alters nothing that I say;
And though uncaged, I cannot flee.

My barrier is, though chains debris,
Though time-worn bars are shoved away;
Unlocking does not make me free.

A fine-spun web still mantles me,
Through open doors, I am the prey;
And though uncaged, I cannot flee.

I dare not hear, or say, or see,
Or peel aside the steel-cold gray;
Unlocking does not make me free.

Though broken, bent, and shattered be
My bonds – yet silent, see the day;
And though uncaged, I cannot flee.

What holds me fast? What dangers see?
Beyond what boundary never stray?
Unlocking does not make me free
And though uncaged, I cannot flee.


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Let the Cries of the Children Sooth the Night

Let the cries of the children sooth the night,
and whisper the songs of war in your ears:
"You-you! You are the one who killed the light!"

Night falls and darkness sets a scary sight,
Men in green and red stained booths chug their beers.
Let the cries of the children sooth the night.

Iraqi blood shudders in fear and fright,
They curse Red, White, and Blue as their end nears:
"You-you! You arethe one who killed the light!"

Green fathers look out the windows in flight,
Watch their children cry "daddy, no!" in tears.
Let the cries of the children sooth the night.

A Christian Republic fighting for "right",
The Devil cheers to where everyone hears:
"You-you! You are the one who killed the light!"

Bush keeps up a big smile with all his might,
While Americans cry, Bin Laden cheers:
Let the cries of the children sooth the night.
"You-you! You are the one who killed the light!"


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Sores

So many times before
I have claimed to know.
These things now form sores.

Life was so simply a tour:
Look at the sun; look at the snow.
So many times before.

Now life can be called a bore:
At 5:45 will be the show.
These things now form sores.

I was obsessed with old lore:
Luke Skywalker, "Nooo!"
So many times before.

My body unscathed to the care.
Like uncooked dough.
These things now form sores.

I used to live for so much more,
Now I eat much like a crow.
So many times before,
These things now form sores.


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Domino effect

Barbarian heroes, men of respect
Amazon women, plotting to barter
And legends preach of Russian roulette

And legends preach of Russian roulette
Ritualistic roles, a common martyr
Barbarian heroes, men of respect

Barbarian heroes, men of respect
Are icy cold in mountain flakes
And legends preach of Russian roulette

And legends preach of Russian roulette
Far from warm light, raising stakes
Barbarian heroes, men of respect

Barbarian heroes, men of respect
The pre-empted massacre looms
And legends preach of Russian roulette

Acoustic sounds, resourceful doom
And purpose lost, enforced, entombed
And legends preach of Russian roulette
Barbarian heroes, men of respect