Animals, large and small, reside in the tropics of South America
None, however, as vicious and strong as the Eunectes murinus
Andes in Columbia is the home of the largest and heaviest of its kind
Cautiously the hunters hunt for her precious skin for monetary gain
Occasionally though they fall prey to this lethal smooth predator
Nobody is a match for her once she wraps around you like a scarf
Denying you air, you are her latest meal swallowing you whole,
Another day and another victim, just another victory for the Anaconda.
Giant animals contest
4 September 2015
Copyright © Silent One
Aware of existence, this body breathes and bleeds.
Savoring the life it is given, memories it feeds.
Heart and home, love and life, experience it needs.
Educate, illuminate, deserving through actions and deeds.
Soil rich, harvesting good from well nourished seeds.
Time does not stop, does not stand still.
Over the valleys, climbing over the hill.
Age begins to show on depths of sunken skin.
Silenced the heart that once beating, life cannot win.
Heavy the tears that fall out from deep within.
Emptiness follows, decay will soon begin.
Soil become the resting place of my brotherly kin.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, every life sees how the world passes.
You will be, as I will be, to the wind we are blown, ashes to ashes.
For Contest Funeral/Death
Sponsor: Gautomi Phookan
Copyright © Casarah Nance
Sugary drinks and decadent sweet desserts
indulgent chocolate and crumbling cookies
lavish ice cream - refreshing on summer days
entice my senses - craving more and more
nectarous delights of luscious nirvana
tantalize my taste buds calming my soul
Kiss of death - having a sweet tooth
ignorantly naive to the damage it causes
lusting forbidden vices that were devoured
life is never the same when diagnosed diabetic
erratic disease can be hereditary - constantly
reminded by how my mother suffers from it
22 November 2015
A Vice You Love - Poetry Contest by Rob Carmack
In diabetes, rising blood sugar acts like a poison. The World Health Organization estimate that over 382 million people worldwide including 3.2 million people in the UK have diabetes.
Diabetes is often called the silent killer because of its easy-to-miss symptoms.
Diabetes affects 24 million people in the U.S., but only 18 million know they have it. About 90% of those people have type 2 diabetes.
Having a blood test will reveal if you have diabetes. I would highly recommend it.
Copyright © Silent One
Grovel for blood, grovel for blood you bastards
Hunger for bodies of innocent children and flee
Amidst webs of mayhem you throw the world asunder
“Zionists we are, all so powerful, all so free!”
And again the injustice of war compels me
To speak in anger and utterly be
I am sorry fellow poets if harshness comes with words
But the news gives me not any joy, not any glee
For the people of Palestine are now in torture
And all I can do is watch Ghaza fall to become debris
Copyright © farah chamma
Mountains crumble no more to be
Oceans of woe since you left me
Thunder rolls and my heart it breaks
Humbly life ends, my soul it quakes
Everlasting grief with no mend
Reminds me daily, it will not bend
Inconceivable, this pain I bear
My love's not gone, together we'll share
In lasting glory at Jesus' feet
Serenity and grace, oh how sweet
Salvation unites on heaven's shore
Yesterday's gone, tomorrow brings more
Only a moment in time we wait
Until we meet at heaven's gate
Copyright © kanzazy hutchins
Why do some get Cancer,
When we know this has no answer;
So this sickness isn't really Cancer;
Because we can not really find out the answer.
So here I will answer,
For everyone who suffers from Cancer.
C Can not find the Answer
A Anger, for not finding Answer
N No just cause for this Answer
C Caring in finding the Answer
E Everyone thinks they have the Answer
R Rest in peace, Sorry had no Answer
Copyright © Katherine Stella
The flood of human remains plummeting downwards. Horizon blackened, jolted from the sky. Towering waves of obscure aftermath swarm to the heavens. With a slight endeavor, kingdoms turn to squander.
Ravaging paths meet and become hordes of ailment. God’s hand has erected the retched bowels of man’s mass burials.
An avalanche of skulls,
Rain down the exhumed past of lost ancestry. Prophecies fulfilled to our graves of dispersed dead.
Copyright © Pauly Plaster J.R.
W eeping fills the hangar as his casket is brought out,
E mbraced by Old Glory's colors, a fitting soldier's shroud.
L oved one's hearts are shattered, future hopes, dreams are crushed;
C omrades in arms salute him, adding a bittersweet touch.
O verwhelming grief consumes those left behind,
M eaningless words, platitudes spoken to be kind.
E arnest tales of bravery told of him who died.
H eavy with emotion, a nation shares regrets,
O ffering condolences to those who won't forget.
M any a brave soldier has been welcomed home this way.
E nding future ventures, they've come home to stay.
Entered in Susan Burch's Little Viewed Jewels contest.
Copyright © Kim Merryman
Holy God above
Is it time
My time then
I ask so gently
Do not take me
I am not ready
Ease me into it
Copyright © Tim B
She's fighting a silent battle within.
No one notices, no one cares.
She wants it to end, but not knowing how.
The torment is so strong.
In her mind she wants to die.
No matter how hard she tries.
She cant fight no longer,
Tears will flow but she will know,
it will get better with her gone.
Copyright © Paige Brackins
Headline news lead bleeds
Accidental haiku death
Killed by tainted verse
Attracts curious reader
Reaction resulted in
Death of some poor schmuck
Industry spokes folks
Stay away from words
Copyright © Jaey Peele
Lonely with her illness but eyes full of care and passion
Until I could find a way to help you through the day
Cause this is heaven where you can always find a way
I'm thinking of you - I will remember you, be certain of that
Let's hope we're meeting again at the pearly gates
Lucilla catch the wind, and ride in on the white clouds
A rose so beautiful, I wish you have found your savior
Thank you for letting me be your friend Lucilla <3
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Copyright © Anne Lise Andresen
She was only three years old
When she was sold, forced to
Enter a world of slavery,
Amongst other children laboring,
To glue on buttons or “flair,” to
Sew pockets on shirts she’ll never wear, or
Hats she’ll never own, a clothing drone - for them,
Orders of greedy Americans, who
Pay pennies for her hands.
Sumei liked to feel the cloth move
Under her fingers, the smooth
Material against her face, to
Envision a world of beauty in lace,
Instead of her dirty working space.
Dreams of another life, of somehow
Escaping slowly trickled away, cowed by
Angry men, for quotas she couldn’t meet. So beat
Dead, age thirteen.
Received 1st place in "Something Worth Fighting For" contest
Copyright © Black Eyed Susan
H is breath was growing shallow, as the
E vening sun dipped behind the clouds
A ugmenting the shadows cast around the
R oom where she kept her solitary vigil
M inute by minute, death’s spectre crept
E ver forward, ready to stake his claim
O ffended by death’s effrontery, she
L owered her head in prayer,
O nly a miracle could save him now;
R esolutely she prayed, but to no avail
D eath moved too fast, and stole her love away.
For the 'What's my Theme' competition - Theme 'A Prayer'
Copyright © Janette Fisher
L Long ago travelled Kings
O Opened their minds to prophecies
V Visiting from afar they brought gifts of Gold, Fracincense and Myrrh
E Eastern Star guiding them lighting the way
C Company of Heavenly Host
A Allelujah! Angels appeared to Shepherds, telling Savior born
M Manger for bed wrapped in cloths in Town of David
E Evangelically proclaimed Christ the Lord
D December 25th designated day
O On which we recollect
W Why/way Christ entered our world
N Nativity only part of His story
A A new testament
T Tells of new covenant between God and His people
C Christ's coming to Earth
H Hailed as new born King, Holy
R Risen Lord, righteous redeemer,
I Intercedes for us as
S Spiritual Saviour to save sinners souls
T Time for Truth, Trust, Trinity
M Man's belief in God of Love,
A As Father Son and Holy Spirit
S Shall be saved
Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty
T wo buildings once stood tall
W hen one day they would fall.
I n the sky the planes flew
N ot knowing what they'd do.
T oo many people died
O n that day we all cried.
W hat happened no one knew
E xtreme anger just grew.
R emembering the fear
S o keep your families near.
Copyright © Kelly Zakerski
Friendship you offered me freely
Ready always to help and advice
Each comment structured and balanced
Delightful were the words you wrote
Drawing pictures and visions in the mind
Invoking thoughts that inspired
Each phrase and verse chosen well
I read the last poem he wrote before changing his id
to poet aggressor and to me it seemed he knew what
lay ahead. Maybe even welcomed it, I think he had,
had enough for who knows what he was going through
we all wear public faces keep the pain and torment
hidden. Freddie dear Freddie already I miss you so
much I will leave you with his own moving words.
richness of the heart
the tongue will speak graciously
a bounty of words
spoken tenaciously well
incanting ones included
I'm the accuser
blaming myself directly
a sign of my guilt
without any allowance
at the funeral
mourners in plenty
grave devoid of a body
instead thrown in a furnace
courage is with me
just as long I keep breathing
once I die I'm dead
apprehensively of course
don't know where I'm going yet
A few of Freddie's short poems
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton
Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children
Copyright © Amy Rose
M y mother died when I was fifteen months old
O h how my heart hurt when I called her so bold
T o heaven her soul did soar_ leaving her children
H ere on this earth, with lives now so totally barren
E each day I wonder why so young she had to go
R easons I will never know in this life though
S atan did his work in destroying family
D evil stirred the father to drink, compulsorily
E aten away was his heart from the loss; Granny
A ttended five children's needs, extra for baby
T o family members word was spread_ youngest given
H ome by adoptive family; but this for child heaven
Copyright © Sara Kendrick
I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done,
I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine
Like the late great who came before my time
I will breed a new lifeline, that will breathe life like march of dimes
My story lines, will bring truth life; like troops who fight
Overseas, for rights of those who believe that death is life
Now that ain't right!
As the rich is getting richer, eating fillet me-non, while we barely feeding our appetite
Night after night
Survival has waged a war that gave us no choice but to battle and fight
Although, we'll be all right
They say we a dying breed, but that ain't right
Instead we're the light to a lying greed
That will enlighten life to a brand new seed
A man of God indeed
Freed from the Son that bleeds
Like the summer breeze
He's the sum that equals the amount of air I breathe
The air that please
A satisfaction like the birds and the bees
My word's words are the keys
That will fornicate with the mind and give birth to a seed
A seed of social change, that'll change our social economy
So shall our comradery
That will bring comfort to a struggling society
A synonym...similar to a civilization seeking for unity
Unifying the physics of theory
That seeks to explain the synopsis of a dying philosophy
Similar to the Cosby
X-cept my scrip-tic will speak more about our reality
Like life's calamity
And everything else in life that's destroying us systematically
However, I've discovered a system
That can mathematically destroy ignorancy
And turn our state of mind intellectually
I elect that He (God) selects me to be
And be that man who may lead this community
So that they (My Peoples) may commute with me
En-route to a destination, destine towards our destiny
Like we were destine to be
We were meant to be "Great" like the late great that came before we.
Because we are...
The reflection where perfection gave birth to the definition of greatness
Where great means Competent, Skilled, Well Informed, and Tremendous
Our potentials are endless
And only we not even the enemy can put an end to this
So it's time we put a stop to this
The biggest enemy of self
And that's envy and jelousness
Cause after this is Heaven or Hell and that's all there is
A promised made sealed with a kiss
Is the next best thing since "In the beginning"
In the first chapter of the first verse in Genesis!
Copyright © Ajalon Michael Zarate
Reaching to the sky in terror, another helpless victim of an
Inconceivable crime cries out for mercy. Blood curdles as screams
Pierce the night of London town. Who is the madman on the loose
Preying on the defenseless? The answer comes from hell…
Evil is lurking in every shadow. Do not close your eyes. The nightmare is .
Real, sinister, maniacal…No one is safe from Jack.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 10/16/13
For Russell Sivey's Everything Halloween Contest
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
For many years this day was one
Of my favorite times of having fun.
Until this date in Sixty-two
Ripped into my heart, cut it in two.
To leave it shredded for evermore.
He would never again come through the door.
Oh how we cried, the children and I,
Father was gone, too young to die.
Just as we were planning fun by the ton,
Urgent phone call and all was done.
Love was forever snatched away.
Years have gone by, it still hurts today.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson
Grave is where you lie
Remembering who you are
Attributes you instilled in me, guided fleets
Fought in World War II
Agonizing pain from cancer
Tried to hold on to you
Home back to God you went
Eternally peaceful as can be
Respectfully loving all you were for me
Copyright © Lauren Smith
Many born will choose paths in search of glory and fame
And after the dust has settled, not much value remains
Nelson “chose” with open eyes and a passion-filled heart
Despite physical pain and degradation, love kept his soul apart
Evil, he shunned when it would've been easy to embrace
Love, he championed throughout the marathon race
And now at last, peacefully, touched the finish line!
Note: In Honor of Nelson Mandela 7/18/18 - 12/5/13 +RIP
Copyright © Annalise a.k.a. Audrey Haick
VPEV (Last Login Captcha)
Vying for life, he wades through the deluge
Pivoting on the edge of eternity
Eyes affixed on dark rain-soaked skies
Visions of glory seen amidst recurrent lighting flashes
For: For CAPTCHA Acrostic Contest
Copyright © Annalise a.k.a. Audrey Haick
Quivering on the surface
Underneath is chaos
Inching too close now
Cesspool of disaster
Known to be deadly
Sinking, swim desperately
Activate survivor mode
Never believe you are infallible
Death can be the result
Vision is clouded
Opportunity to save self drifting
Relax don`t panic
Try to tread sand like water
Examine your surroundings
X-treme survival tactics
Sept 15th, 2013
Build Your Own Sand Contest
Copyright © Rick Zablocki
That a shadow will soon dissect it
At just the right angle.
This lonesome man wonders
Did mr. Williams see it coming?
Or was it more of an illusion
As it may sometimes seem..
I think he grasped it
Because it's beacon was so eternal
And I think his recourse,
Like an artist,
Will continue to fall at
The feet of those
That will learn the distance
Between shadow and light.
RIP Robin Williams. We miss u!
Copyright © Steven Riley
Whispering heartache unfolds in torture
Incisions decorate the outside of you
See the river of lost hope unfold in a pond of red
How many will know you are dead
Copyright © Rebecca Larkin
In the wake of its
Its gold and
Copyright © Brandee Augustus
P ower held with in my grip, Run bastard, run.
I nnocence once taken can never be un-ripped.
C olorful the names they'll call me now, hateful;
k eep your pity, you've not poisoned my soul.
Y earling limbs spread for you and you rode.
O nly anger lofted life above the bloody fray,
u ntil today you'd thought nothing of my pain;
r ancid was your heart, but there are many deaths.
P igeon holed in the alley of your miserable hovel
o n a night as hot as hell, what will it be dear,I ask.
I display a fine array of knifes and a scatter gun,
s oftly I whisper Run bastard, runand laugh.
O nly, it appeared, he could not make a manly choice?
N o, poison, it’s too meek, too neat for my voice.
Published in Sweet Dreams And Night Terrors 2013
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi