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Once Willows Wept Not

'Tis now known why the Willow weeps, 
a tragedy of love, its memory keeps.
For once a young man and young maid, 
on tender grass, beneath branches lay.
Though pledged by birth to another, 
from clans they hid, to be together.
Thus, the gentle Willow was their choice, 
meeting beneath, till love they could voice.
The Willow held these secret lovers dear, 
so would lower its boughs, when they drew near.
Thus tucked away in the Willow's womb, 
could lay as one, yet this love was doomed.
For jealousy lurked within the pines, 
spying young lovers thus entwined,
behind Willow's curtain of slender limbs, 
He swore the maiden, would yet be his.
Thus, it came to pass one day, 
as young maid softly made her way,
to their Willow, deep within the glen, 
espied the branches did already bend.
Timidly, as she did draw near, 
soft sound of sorrow fell upon her ears.
Parting Willow's branches to look within, 
a dampness did touch upon her skin.
The Willow was shedding sap laden tears, 
for the young man, in death, was near.
'Twas an arrow that had been used, 
a potent poison, the tip infused.
The maiden, now blind with grieving mist, 
pulled out the arrow, held it, in clenched fist.
Whilst cradled in love's arms, did he draw last breath. 
Then, young maid, plunged the arrow, into her breast.
And so it is, that this story is told,
as the Willow's grief would not be consoled.
For unable to stop what had befell,
the young lovers, it had hid so well.
With will broken, as lovers lay dead,
the Willow, its branches, never again spread.
And because it is the memory it keeps,
it is to this day, that the Willow weeps.



Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2010

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Marriage

Today we are here to unite two stars

And bring them together

And so they come together

Now

And together they will be

As all the stars are together

In the sky forever

 

Though stars themselves can die out

The timing is not within even our grasp

And through the dust, and the chaos, and the loss

A spark is lit

A new light forms to shine

 

Stars grow strong

Yet even they

Are sometimes weak

Which is why we see them sit together in the nighttime sky

 

Because they are surrounded by dark

They twinkle together

And cast light, love, a helping hand

Upon each other

When alone one might be snuffed out

 

Which is why we bring these two together

And in doing so

Cast that light, love, helping hand

Ignite the spark that begins a new star


Today we are here to unite two stars

And bring them together

And so they come together

Now

And together they will be

As all the stars are together

In the sky forever.

©Demand4poetry

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

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Silent House

The house stands mute, broken by years...
Windows stare through jagged glass.
Empty as the eyes of death.
Silent void...echoing joy..patient tears,
reach out in memory each time I pass
the gaping door which has no breath.
 
A rusted lamp-post leans toward Earth...
listening for approaching sound,
to light the darkness once more.
Quiet hush...resounding mirth,
touch my step upon the ground,
and beckon me in, to the shattered house.
 
Crushed boards once held dancing feet...
laughter clings to crumbled stones,
and tears strain the silent rooms.
Scattered remnants of life replete,
lie still as whitened desert bones,
and words spoken...here entombed.
 
I gaze upon torn and tattered walls...
Time pauses, and whispers soft to me
of life blossomed rich in moments gone.
Of a woman whose memory recalls
the beauty of love...and eternity...
mirrored in a rose upon the lawn.
 
House so sad, your youth abounds,
neath fallen grace, and buried sounds.
I hear your song in distant night,
and stand before your silent sight.
 

Copyright © Patricia Langston-Moran | Year Posted 2008

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Remember

In flanders fields the poppies do grow
For those brave soldiers that did die
The ones to whom I speak of
Are the ones that fought with pride
The ones who fought a war that was really worth fighting for
The ones who stood up for our rights a freedoms 
It's those soldiers whom I adore
They fought with a reason, they fought with a purpose
The days, The night it didn't matter but still they did not hurt us
What I mean  is that everything that they fought for truly had a meaning
They were fighting a war for life, not for wealth or stealing

Please remember what these soldiers fought so hard for,
Please remember why.
Don't commit anymore of these acts of hate
No more people need to die
Everyone has there time to go in life let them choose there way
The wars need to end here, the peace is what needs to stay
At least one day out of the year please let's just remember 
The Brave, The Strong, The Few
If it wasn't for them fighting for where you are now 
There might not be a Me a You.
So with pride I say thank you from the bottom of my heart
To all the soldiers that fought for the right reasons
To give us all a fresh new start.

Copyright © Josh Van Ham | Year Posted 2014

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Memories Beyond the Door

One by one they have slipped away,
Beyond the one way door,
The friends who once were near and dear
Are not here anymore.

I don’t know why I am the one,
Who’s been the last to stay
As others take my memories
And go so far away.

Not one loved person who was there
When I first came to Earth
Is still around to share with me
The wonder of my birth.

And when I found this lovely place
Where I could share my dreams,
I made new friends who treated me
With kindness and esteem.

But now it seems so many leave
Without a backward glance.
I am afraid I’m doomed to be
The last one at the dance. 


Written:  April 30, 2013

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2013

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Oh Death Where Is Thy Sting

Born into tragic reckoning,
We understand that all the bliss we have is but a moment in Creation,
Elation and tragedy come to nothing beneath the last breath our body takes,
And death opens wide to swallow us into that great mystery.
Born into tragic reckoning,
We try and create a memory that lives beyond our countenance,
But that memory is hollow compared to the touch of loved ones,
We grow and live knowing that someday we will lose our parents and friends to that dark dominion,
And yet does death still sting as before?
Born into tragic reckoning,
A man lived in sorrow, hoping and reaching for a better tomorrow,
Born into poverty and oppression,
A man refused to accept the limitations of his age and grew to become like no manner of man that has ever existed.
Born into tragic reckoning, a man grabbed the hand of God and demanded life,
And when it was his time to die he embraced the abyss,
Three days later he rose from death’s clutches and said, “I am that I am.”
The great dream of tomorrow beyond the sting of loss is real and it is rather the sensation that things end which is mistaken.
For there was and is a man, who will ensure that tragedies are transformed into triumphant reconciliation.
For there was and is a man, who guarantees that even in the height of despair there really is no end and all mysteries give way to beginnings of blessing.
Oh Death, because of a man who was, who is, and who will be where is your sting?
Or sorrow where is your victory?
For death can rule no soul.
So into the great beyond, go with courage dear sister, go with courage.

Copyright © Woodrow Lucas | Year Posted 2012

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TO EVERY SOLDIER THAT THEIR IS

One of the happiest days,
Is  bringing our soldiers home alive,
To where they can be seen,
By their families once again,
To show them we love them,
And care about them,
In the ways we should,
Cause they gave up their time,
And their lives for this country,
For our freedoms we often take for granted,
To protect us from the domestic evils of today,
Whether we see them or not,
We should praise them all,
For all that they have done,
Including those who have fallen,
And can Not walk back through the gates of home,
For they have fallen and given more for this country,
And sacrificed more than we pay attention too,
To save us all for our freedoms,
Which our country will often forget,
With time the fallen one's,
Because we often pay attention to those,
Who are here in front of us and can fight,
One day at a time,
Which is the wrong way to be,
Cause all soldiers are made the same,
And should never be forgotten in anyway,
Day after day cause we have what we have,
To remind us all of all who have sacrificed their lives,
For the freedoms we have to keep us safe,
Each and everyday!

Copyright © John Hembree | Year Posted 2013

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To Music

Sweet sounds so dear—
Pure timeless tones of gladness—
Your melodies bestir my soul to flight—
Through darkest night
And doleful days of sadness—
I thank you for my hope and banished fear,
Oh precious music, mine to hear.

In sorrow born—
From dust to dust we wander,
Lamenting, all too late, come winter frost,
The springtime lost.—
Our lives we vainly squander.
The mourning bells do toll for us, forlorn.—
Oh may we hark to heaven's horn!

Sweet sounds so dear—
Pure timeless tones of gladness—
Your melodies bestir my soul to flight—
Through darkest night
And doleful days of sadness—
I thank you for my hope and banished fear,
Oh precious music, mine to hear.


– Harley White

[Song Lyrics for 'An die Musik' – Franz Schubert (1797–1828) ]

Copyright © Harley White | Year Posted 2014

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WHEN I 'M GONE

The dawning of the sun 
And the cry of the ocean 
The blooded-like rays of the sunset 
Full of loneliness and casted by scarlet 

The fall of the leaves 
Someone will soon to leave 
In the midst of the darkest place 
I feel the warmth of an embrace 

I am being used throughout the years 
Now searching for pure love tears 
I can hear now the march of the battalion 
The mark of my ruination 

I am longing to see this paradise 
Where my sun used to rise 
I misses the sweetest scents of the flowers 
While singing the lyrics of the proverbs 

By the love vested by my birth land 
My time comes to its end 
For that butterfly says goodbye 
My loveliest tears for my love before I 'll die

Copyright © Reuben Escarlan | Year Posted 2014

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Smile Its Your Birthday

it seems like an eternity
since ive seen ur smile
the fact that uve been gone
still has me in deep denial

a lot of stuff has happened
since ur smile left this earth
gatherings, eagles losing, parties
life changes and brooklyns birth

a lot of people miss u greatly
n think about u everyday
our last picture together
on my dresser it will stay

ur deep voice, ur humor, ur kindness
is what i tend to miss the most
ur passing forever broke my heart
but our memories i hold close

i must admit, i did hit rock bottom
drugs n alcohol i used to cope
i took ur passing very hard
i started to give up hope

but i looked into brooklyns eyes
n caught a glimpse of u
u probably would have kicked my ass
sober now i stay true

mom also met a fine fella
u actually would approve
no need to kick this guys ass
hes good to her n the kids to

madison is so smart n beautiful
byron is turning into a handsome man
there both striving so well
u should be a very proud dad

two of ur friends got engaged
there so cute n its exciting news
i hope they live a life of happiness
i know u would feel the same to

ur brother misses u the most
hes coping the best he can
he misses u as much as i do
he was ur biggest fan

ur neighbors n friends
also stop by ur page
reminiscing about the good times
the laughter n good chatter ud engage

thank-god for all the music
its a good way to deal with pain in life
cause without u here with us
its like eating steak without a knife

im over trying to understand
i feel ur in a happier place
you had ur own reasons
your demons u finally faced

but in a couple days
ur birthday we will celebrate
the big thirty seven u turn
teasing u old man woulda been great

your always in our hearts
in our thoughts forever jay
so while ur up in heaven...
smile...cause its ur birthday :)

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Copyright © Jamie Yost | Year Posted 2013

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Dedication To All Those Who Feel Lost

When you are far from home,
Never give up on life,
Cause your family,
Will always be with you,
In you caring heart,
Even when the times,
Get difficult and tough,
And make you want to give up,
They are always there,
For you to turn too,
And show you a way,
To find the peace,
And happiness you need,
In your caring and loving life,
So that one day,
You will find the true love,
That you most certainly deserve,
For that loving heart,
Which is a true fact,
It is a very big heart that cares,
For more than just the person you are,
But those around you,
And the family you have in your life.

Copyright © John Hembree | Year Posted 2013

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My Wonderful Love and Me

My Wonderful Love and Me

We met by the sand and the sea
My wonderful love and me

We sat on the sand by the sea
My wonderful love and me

We played in the waves of the sea
My wonderful love and me

The sun shone on us both at the sea
My wonderful love and me

We married there down by the sea
My wonderful love and me

We built us a house by the sea
My wonderful love and me

Our family grew with us there by the sea
My wonderful love and me

Years passed for us there by the sea
My wonderful love and me

Illness took her away by the sea
My wonderful love from me

Now I sit here alone by the sea
Sad that she’s taken from me

I think how we met by the sea
How happy we both seemed to be

I remember our times by the sea
Memories now only for me.


Copyright © Sue k Green | Year Posted 2014

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REMEMBER ME

When you look at the hills faraway at sunset,think of me:
I am the black flock of birds that disappears into the horizon;
 I am the beautful golden sunset that touches your heart; 
I am the wind that blows towards the hills; 
And I am the dark house upon the dark hills; 
I am the old grave that lie silently in the dark moist forest,
FORGOTEN FOREVER

Copyright © RAYMOSE JOSI | Year Posted 2015

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The land of my birth

I left you long ago for a place unknown
Every time I remember how it used to be
My heart is always flooded with memories

It was not always about the running water, electricity or the good roads
It was simply about the rich abiding love that people shared with others
If I did not show up at church, somebody stopped by to check that I was okay
If they did not turn up at a place, it was my duty to be certain that everything was alright

Neighbors were family friends not just people you waved to
Deeds were done not for a fee but out of love and that was the way we rolled
I became a mother for the first time in a strange land, I could not be more lonely
Husband had to go to school, I had no one to turn to

I called my Mama, thousands of miles in Africa, I wept and wept
All she could say was, "baby you can do it"  you go on and be blessed
It was tough, it was hard but I made it
If I did not know God in a personal way, I might have lost it

I miss you Oh land of my birth every now and then
The laughter, the pure joy, the unfailing love I shared with others
The help of others that was always at hand
Everyone looking for what they could give not what they could get 

Though you have your share of woes but you are still the land of my birth
Though you are still developing as a nation, you have qualities that can not be compared
I have found a home in this place, it is no longer strange
I have been blessed with a family and friends that do care

Copyright © TOYIN JOHN | Year Posted 2012

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Lost and Found

To imagine after all this time that has gone by,
    I would be talking to the one that once caught my eye.
Out of nowhere one day she just seemed to appear,
   Just so incredibley surprising to me after all of these years.
Sharing all those thoughts and dreams we once had ,
   How we laughed at those days yet it made us a bit sad.
For the feelings I did not know she had for me ,
   It only makes me wonder what our lives would be.
Our hearts now beating as they did back in the days,
   How we are acting like children going out to play.
The love I feel for her has never felt so strong,
   A love that once was I thought was forever gone.
But to my excitement I can honestly & sincerely say ,
   The love that was lost has been found and here to stay.
This thing we have found in this love between you & me ,
   Joy and happiness for the rest of our lives is what I see.
TAC

Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013

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Not all gone

They say that time can heal all wounds,
but ive not found this to be true
for time is not a lasting boon
 if it were i'd still have you.
Everything you meant to me
now trapped inside a memory,
your existence now within me
a picture only I can see
but thoiugh in this world
you have ceased to be,
in my heart you live
eternally.

Copyright © Naldeem Bout | Year Posted 2013

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PARIS GULLS

The scent of oceans, a certain coolness
of wind over water wanders these city streets
where oleander blooms wickedly 
in the ruby assignation of the heart.
An occosional grayed gull, bonded to the Seine,

grown fat with pigeons and lazy for the river
forgets raw Novembers he owned the coast,
forgets the dangerous face of the sea after storms:
her width cut arrow straight at the horizon,
ragged at the shore, like lace to granite.

Standing on the Pont de l'Alma, watching one
lone expatriate gull scan the surface
of this fabled river that travels seaward
to Le Havre, I remember
colonies of gulls, how they plotted

their exodus across our island to the harbor,
or on the pinnacles of the fort, where
no invaders except sea birds come,
seeking shelter from their free lives as if
freedom is too much to bear sometimes,

drawing with their terrible focus
a telegraphy of sharp cries, wings dipping
into the morning harvest of seaweed and shell
among the hooves of wild horses,
the old bones of sailers.

Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2013

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William part 1

I ask all to be open minded as I tell the story of my friend,  William .
There are so many prejudice in this World , from color to sex 

To me it has always been the soul , the person inside 
For one that is shallow will not experience life in true blessing 

William my friend was African American , he was fun and personality full of 'I am here "
William was Gay , William disowned , William called "A queer "

Well this is a lesson for all to know
God does not care what color , but the heart , what color it shows .

I had left my 1st Husband , with 2 children I had to support .
I was depressed , felt alone in the civilian World of a sort 

For when I got to Monterey bay , I was on a Military base 
Very shy and recluse , not leaving the perimeter of the land 
I opened such a big door when I left that abusive Man 

I had the tiniest apartment with 2 little rooms , probably 550 sq. feet I presume .
I will never for get the night He came to my door , William ," Girl, lets go dancing 
Let's go explore ! He called me 'The platinum Blonde "

We went out together and danced , he was amazing ! William energized any room . He Lit it Up ! 
For he had something inside his beautiful soul , no money could buy, nor silver or gold.

Well years went by in Monterey bay , I had fallen in love with a man , Lost so much time .

Time went by , after the man broke my heart ,I remember "where is William "
I missed something that lies  deep in my heart . The true Love and friendship of he I craved .

Now this story is long so go to  "William part 2  "be patient , be brave .

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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Safe in His Memory

Dear Brenda,

Jehovah won't forget
the love you showed for His Name
How hard you played this game
called life
How you put up a fight
to do right
Your cries
Your tears
How you fought to serve him
when there was so much to fear
How you never gave up
And most importantly
How you loved.

How you loved

How you loved.
And if it helps your transition
I would just like to mention
I won't forget your passion
for life and religion.

Copyright © Tyshawn Knight | Year Posted 2015

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Time Forgotten

A gatherer whistles an old air
His scythe glides a perfect sweep
The stems fall and then lay there
Like soldiers all gone to sleep
Moments they before the blade
Deftly laid one by one
Moments as the memories made
With time would now be gone
But leaving something of a kind
Perhaps some distant smile begotten 
Lost to that old and aging mind
Are the times of time forgotten

Copyright © richard karr | Year Posted 2013

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Her Face

Her Face was perfection, Still see it everywhere
The beauty in her eyes, Please forgive my stare
Though to confess my love, 
Oh no, I wouldn't dare...
So I'll just keep thinking of her, But it's just not fair

Her Face won't go away, So engrained in my mind
This girl was different, Unlike any other I'll ever find
Oh how the two of us, 
How our lives could've aligned...
So now, to everyone else, My heart is blind

But she'll never know,
Just what I would've done to be with her!
That I'd gladly travel through time and space
Just to appreciate her beauty,
And wake next to Her Face

Her Face comforts me, Holds me tight and dear
Takes me to another world, A new frontier
I'm dreaming where she loves me so much, 
That part is clear...
But as I awake, Just shed another tear

Her Face and her love, I won't ever forget
Lust for her will remain, Lips will get wet
I'll be reminded of her, 
At each days sunset...
And I'll remember everything, From the first day we met

But she'll never know,
Just what I would've done to be with her!
That I'd gladly travel through time and space
Just to appreciate her beauty,
And wake next to Her Face

Her Face is the sunshine, A universal light
With it's soul and it's passion, It was quite a sight
Oh how just to see her, 
Brought me such delight...
But here I am all alone now, Another late night

Her Face will surely lift someone up, With unconditional love
So what will come of me, Can I rise above?
Without Her Face, 
I'm unsure thereof...
Because see, out of my mind, to her, I'll never shove

And she'll never know,
Just what I would've done to be with her!
That I'd gladly travel through time and space
Just to appreciate her beauty,
And wake next to Her Face

Her Face, I see it every night, In my dreams
Where everything will all align, Oh how it seems
We're walking together... 
Hands together, Along the forests blue streams

Her Face ignited feelings, Things I've never before felt
Just got to play the hand, The cruel hand I was dealt
I will always have my writing, 
To continue to dwell...
On a lost love to whom one day, I would've knelt

Copyright © Andrew Shannon | Year Posted 2013

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WHO WILL

On solid familiar fertile ground
My humbled set of feet stand
I work diligently avoiding demand

Total Independence, I tried and found
Trials and problems, I did mount
Indeed like a boxer, I pound and been pound
A fight not in ring but on land

There are teardrops in my eyes
There are laughter and smiles you saw
There are shoutouts I said in law
There are memories I leave raw

Who will come to cherish these?
Who will come to pass these?
Who will come and do the same?
Not for money, power or fame

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01/13/2014

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Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2014

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The Little Green Car

The little green car
Checking on your fate
The elusive little demon
Always running late

I know you're out there
I might even have your number
I don't remember it, but i read it
It's in there somewhere

Better come clean
Better tell your maker
Your story's out
You'll tell him in the end

Does your spirit cry for mercy
Is your soul hard to find
Will you tell your story
Is your head in your behind

Will you spend your living days
Knowing that it's true
Live out your existence
Denying it was you


Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015

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Hateful

don’t think i don’t understand you
everything you say i get it truly i do
the feeling never goes away. everyone
hates me. nothing is for sure anymore
it seems like death’s tapping on the door.
the blood is dripping from my pen
the walls are covered with our sins
sometimes i feel i don’t belong
theres something bad always going on
why do i always feel like i’m in the wrong?
                                                                                                                                                              
what makes you hate me so bad
what did i do to you to make you want to turn
away and never look back? what made you leave
was i really that bad? all the arguments the anger
and the pain keeps coming right back.
                                                                                                                                                                   
i hate you for the agony, the ever present
reckoning, the seconds of insecurity, the lies
that fly from out your teeth. the words you fail
to some how speak, the way you make me feel
so weak. the irony is killing me. i need you but i need
to leave.  the end of me was always you. we are worlds apart
i thought i knew. into the night is what we hoped was true
but nothings left of me and you.
what makes you hate me so bad
what did i do to you to make you want to turn
away and never look back? what made you leave
was i really that bad? all the arguments the anger
and the pain keeps coming right back.

Copyright © Antonio Swider | Year Posted 2014

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MEMORIES OF YESTERDAY

On a plane across the ocean, I really can't remember to where
For hours looking out a dark window, I'm lost in a blank stare
Just thinking about you.. Girl, I'm thinking about you
How can we really be through

The last time I made this journey, we were doing just fine
Out my window was bright hope, seemed the world was mine
Just thinking about you.. Girl, I'm thinking about you
How can we really be through

Every moment that passes
I'm taken further away
Flying into an unknown future
Clinging to memories of yesterday

Yeah, the way that I held you, oh, sweet desire in your eyes
Stars winked their approval, when we kissed under night skies 
Just thinking about you.. Girl, I'm thinking about you
How can we really be through

Every moment that passes
I'm taken further away
Flying into an unknown future
Clinging to memories of yesterday

A penny for your thoughts, and a million more if they're of me
I know you've turned the page, but I'm held captive by fantasy

Every moment that passes
I know love will find a way
If I'll just keep believing, and
Clinging to memories of yesterday

So I'll just keep believing..
That somehow love will find a way

Every moment that passes..
Clinging to memories of yesterday

Copyright © WHISPER IN THE SHADOWS | Year Posted 2015

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elephant in the corner

at the party all the people look around 
and the can see that there's 
an elephant in the corner 
who is he? 
they take drinks,pills, and cheap therapy 
but do they see? 
it's all the silence, the lips are moving 
service all the liars, make them humble 
yet they still won't ask for guidance 
and the elephant he holds onto the key 
but it leads to places they don't want 
to be. 
that the elephant in the corner 
was me. 

hold your hands out 
let me see what you have inside them 
what is it that you hide there 
voices,faces everywhere 
burned out dreams, but no one dares 
cover them, did you need them spared 
the elephant was there. 
to bad you didn't care. 

At the lighthouse, we observed the waves 
they crashed and dashed beside us 
as we blanketed the stars 
how they divide, just put away 
your sleepy mind and let it 
bide us. because soon enough 
time will not revive us. 
are we to long gone 
or will he come to 
guide us? 
the elephant remains around 
to smite us. we can see him 
but deny, we lie, we spite 
just the fact he's here 
tonight. 

please tell me that you've seen him here 
does he whisper in your ear? 
your deeds, your lies, your face 
you hide, the ones who cried, 
those left behind, he looks at you 
without a grin, he knows your moves 
your every whim, your groans and tones 
the hate you own, the epitaph on you 
headstone. the elephant is only 
skin and bones. 
and now your all alone...

Copyright © Antonio Swider | Year Posted 2014

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Feels so good

Feels so good 

Every time we’re together
There’s a good feeling going on.
Either talking, singing, or holding hands,
I enjoy every moment
Your embrace against mine
You make me feel alive again.
That special someone that sparks 
My feelings I have for you.
You’re a very special person
That makes me feel so good.

Copyright © Carl Rosine | Year Posted 2015

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Misty Memories of a New York Youth

Thinking of my youth 
when we rode around 
   in a light green VW beetle
Listening to Stevie Winwood 
   and the boys sing John Barleycorn 
Soon enough my friends scattered 
   Some gone down South 
Some out to L.A. 
Some upstate 
No more basketball 
No more all night parties
   like the one we had when 
the Fillmore East closed 
Winter has morphed into spring 
   Soon hot summer 
bringing Coney Island nights 
   and Riis Park beach days 
   Now I live on the Lower East Side 
New friends, maybe new lovers 
  in the offing 
Fall will soon arrive with the High Holidays 
I'm still here!

Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2015

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Daydreams and Nightscenes 1

Neon skies and a Horizon of eyes
               Indulged 
Paintings Staked on Innocent Walls

Halos and Wings, Time will say, “Time to Fall’’

Such are Daydreams and Nightscenes

Copyright © Kirin Lawrence | Year Posted 2013

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Along By The Shore

Together on the beach, laying with you
Holding your hand, gazing up at skies of blue
Though our time together is ending, oh how it flew
We both know girl, how our love was true

Young hearts together, without a care
The love in her eyes
The sand in her hair
Beauty like I've never seen before
We're loving each other, Along By The Shore

How will things be when we're apart
It's time to depart, tell you it's a new start
Lets lay here forever with you in my arms
I'm falling so hard, falling hard for your charms

Young hearts together, without a care
The love in her eyes
The sand in her hair
Beauty like I've never seen before
We're loving each other, Along By The Shore

Now I wonder if she can hear me
Hear my calls to her, my cries
Oh how I fell in love
With her blonde hair and brown eyes
And I remember those nights Along By The Shore

Copyright © Andrew Shannon | Year Posted 2013