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Indian Girl

--Virginia Slim--

Different eyes, the same world 
Ancient skin, dirty Indian Girl 
Smokey, eyes, exotic raven hair 
---Now listen to  the colors, of transformation, 
On the day she was born, the wind blew in, 
A blessing ---her soul, fallen from the heavens
A  gorgeous puff of smoke, Miss Virginia Slim

Able to walk the world with an open mind, she twirls
Pocahontas, one of her many names. 
She carves, and climbs on trees, this little Indian Girl, 
Her feathers ride with the wind, against her red titian skin
Daughter of Chief Powhatan, a powerful tribal, red man 
Peace and love with the Indians of her Virginia Lands,

Many myths, many stories, maybe a mad woman, 
A new Christian, living sad poverty, a silent hero, 
Twisted tales, from savage green to ivory white religion
In her eyes, life never was about greed and skin
Her new look attained an altitude precision
Pocahontas tricked and captured, 
Set to sail another tribe, lands were taken over, 
Boat sailed out of Virginia Lands

Tribes acclaimed her to be wild and ambitious
"The naughty one," searching for admission
Native American child, before the princess, 
Her beautiful soul, a short auspicious beginning
Leaving her world, beautiful and fearless
Forgetting her roots-- From Mother Willow's Vision 
Pocahontas, the Indian Legend from, The Virginia Lands

by;PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014

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Ballad of Sammy Taylor

Sammy Taylor was a good kid, as everyone could see He was destined for greatness unknown to you and me. From the hills of West Virginia, a place called Whittlers’ Bend. He left one day in ’66 never to return again. Folks all remember Sammy for the goodness in his soul. A smile and sparkle in his eyes glittered just like gold. Sammy considered all the people as family to him. When he was called to fight for peace in a place called simply, 'Nam'. He grew up a hunter and loved his fishin’ too So things the outdoors offered Sammy weren’t all that new. ‘Nam' was not the West Virginia Mountains that he knew. The morning he woke up on a hill called 14 Blue. Charlie had been active there just the day before And signs that he was very close could not be ignored. While all remained quiet throughout that August day Little did anybody know that night would bring hell to pay. It was just about a quarter to three, and all was strangely quiet, When the chatter of an M16 broke the silence of the night. There was a pop and then a flare gave vision to the night…. A voice was heard to say, “Charlie’s on his way and he’s coming here to fight.” Now, Sammy had already seen his share of hell on earth And Charlie’s demons gave him one more chance to prove his worth. A dedicated VC soldier was always an awesome foe But nothing will surpass the courage Sammy would soon show. Sammy found himself in front of an insane VC charge He barely had the time to yell, “They’re comin’, Look Out, Sarge!” A VC grenade proved to be his last courageous test When a West Virginia mountain boy covered it with his chest. Now, there’s a house in Whittlers’ Bend with a medal on a wall. But the plaque hanging there beside it cannot tell it all--- How Sammy Taylor went outside, one morning, just to play, Then, some years later, gave his all, in a place so far away. Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. John 15:13 Written By John Posey 05/18/13

Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2013

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Now with God

Tears for your Smile
Tears for your Heart
From this day on We are Apart
Now in Heaven 
Eyes Bright as Stars
Warm as the Sun
Genuinely Kind
Big as Bear
Loved by All
Now with God 
Sleep Well My Dear......xo

Copyright © Ninette Carey | Year Posted 2015

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LET US ALL SAVE PEACE

I woke watching television news
The jet plane is soaring high note
Operation Sulu is launched forth
Until the intruders to get out
Malaysia always chose to peace
Come and let us all save peace

Philippines is wanting peace
For Sulu Archipelago is its part to ease
Sulu Royal Army chose to enter because of peace
They call homeland in the book pages 
They decide to stay and die never ended
Many see this is not a good choice
But for them this is a pride to hold and take
Come and let us all save peace

For Malaysia also has to protect its state
Its sovereignty whether lives at stake
It has chosen the space to negotiate
And has given the time to withdraw in peace 
But the “intruders” is hard to take the leave
Come and let us all save peace

Many children cried
Much wives shed tears
Every Mothers weep
Their love ones died but with pride
Our prayers to put ahead their faith
Come and let us all save peace

The eyes of the world where are you?
The humanitarian aid you have to do
Don’t you see the lives are here waiting?
The civilians need your helping
Do not wait until the time lapse to nothing
Come and let us all save peace and do something.

Come and let us all save peace
Take part and let us all save peace
Pray and let us all save peace
Where are you peace activists?
Come and let us all save peace
Let us all save peace!




This is the day that Malaysian Forces conducted “Ops Sulu” to drive the group from Sulu that recently entered Tandu’, Lahad Datu, Sabah. 12:41PM, 5th March 2013, Bandar Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia. 

Please Print and Distribute to Save Peace. Thank you
Get the copy here: http://www.academia.edu/2904281/LET_US_ALL_SAVE_PEACE

Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2013

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IN MANTRA FORTIFIES

Preeminent is the birth of Christ.
We worship his life and seek his devise…

His dominant presence arises.
Aroused is our spirit.
Our soul is incandescent.
We are obligatory to the glory of God.
Luminescent is the essence of The Holy Scripture.

We sing gloriously.
We pulsate victoriously.
The Gospel is our voice harmonically.
Christ died on Calvary.

Hoisted to achieve amazing deeds, our life is a radiance of Heaven’s lights.
We worship the life of Christ.
Ascendant to prophesy of the world, peace is influential while war destroys.
Famine is metaphorically dumbfounded for the knowledge of God’s apostles.
Walk in rightful luminosity.
Insofar, your life is brilliance perceived.

We shout gloriously.
We pine exultantly.
The Gospel is our harmonic expression.
Christ died for our salvation.

Today we praise Christ, the Son.
Today we praise God, the Father.
One does not supersede the other.
Thru the Holy Spirit, we thump.
Through the Holy Spirit, God sends his Son.
The beat of our heart pounds in prayer as we bow.

Knees bent, by all means, amidst effervescent shimmering.

Croon praise!
Beatify the Lord’s way!
Our reliance is devoted to the Gospel resonated!

In mantra fortifies giving the highest praise to the life of Christ!
Refrain via song augments the Father and the Son.

Thru the Holy Spirit, we thump.
Through the Holy Spirit, God sends his Son.
The beat of our heart pounds in prayer as we bow.
Knees bent, by all means, amidst effervescent shimmering.
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Penned on September 07, 2014!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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Big Band Spanning Trees - A Tribute to Adele and Lady Gaga

Nobody knows why the sun shine.
But it does every day it is not pouring outside.
What a life to excite?
I got my man on my mind.

Everybody wants a part of the fame.
Want me to love them as my friend.
But in my spare time, I have to live my life.

Come in and be my entertainment.
Let me laugh at your humor.
Let me enjoy who I am.
I am the show stopper and you are my fan.

Anyone would know that I am to adore.
That is as Adele or Lady Gaga.
I am the Big Band Queen spanning trees.
Just like in other music genres.

Genres are Pop and Big Band.
I am in those mediums.

Come in and be my entertainer.
Make yourself more than an amateur.
I am fortunate to be so adorn.
I love to give back the same aura.

This is a tribute to Adele and Lady Gaga.
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Written 4 November, 2015!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015

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Questions

What will the day bring do we ever know?
Could it be the sun shining bright or flowers that grow
Or maybe a surprise storm that’s brewing out there
We just never know, should we always beware?

Is it a chance meeting of a friend or lending a hand?
Or eating a meal that is ever so grand
Is it a work day where everything goes right?
Maybe you saw something that gave you a fright

We just never know from day to day
Maybe it’s been a day full of play
Or a full moon lighting your way
As you kneel at bedtime and begin to pray

So when you rise the next day and start your way
Try to do good and don’t go astray
You have this one life to do what you can
And hope things turn out the way that you plan.

Copyright © Barbara Poor | Year Posted 2014

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With This New Day

I have lived, 
And felt the cost, 
Paid my dues, 
But I have lost_ You. 


 Still I pray, 
As chaos looms, 
And as my blue turns into grey, 
I hear__ 
The angels sing- In tune. 

 Don't be giving in, 
Don't give up my son, 
Or fade away, 
Lift your chin with the sun__ And rise, 
With this new day!. 

 I have lived, 
And felt the cost of all my wonderin ways, 
I've paid my dues, 
I - Have lost you. 


 I can hear the angels sing, 
Your in a mistaken land__ Lessons learned in truth, 
As the grey seeks out the blue, 
She will__ Your daughter my son--- 
She will return--- To You.

For I have lived, 
Felt the cost of all my walkin days, 
I've paid my dues, 
I- Lost you....


I wont be giving in, 
Won't give up my girl, 
Or fade away, 
I'll lift my chin with the sun--- 
And RISE-- 
With this new day...

Copyright © Ryan Harris | Year Posted 2014

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Antarctica

Antarctica (Ernest Shackleton tribute)

To your shores came as a pilgrim
Knowing that I wasn’t welcome
All I wanted was to walk
Across your land of ice and rock

But you trapped my ship in ice
Blew cold winds into my eyes
Wanted me to pay the price
Hardship’n’ pain did not suffice

I won’t give up! No, I won’t stop!
On the wings of faith and hope
Between sky and endless depth
I’ll walk the line of life and death

My chances aren’t of greatest height
To save the lives you tried to smite
You’ve gotta know I’m gonna fight
As it’s my duty and it's my right!

Copyright © Miroslaw Eric Sulkowski | Year Posted 2013

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My addiction

I have an addiction...
It dont matter what time of day it is my addiction is there...
Not always in the literall since...
But it is always on my mind...
I lay my head down to sleep at night thinking about you...
I sleep dreaming about you...
I wake up thinking about you...
Your always on my mind...
No matter what I do my addiction is always on my mind...
Even if your not the last one I talk to before I lay my head down to sleep...
I still lay my head down thinking of you...
I just cant get enought of you...
No matter what my addiction is there...
My addiction has a name...
Her name is Shelby Nestle...
No matter how much we text or talk on the phone...
Its never enough...
I cant get enough of your beautiful eyes...
I cant get enough of that beautiful smile...
I cant get enough of kissing your soft lips...
That feeling I get inside when our lips touch...
Or holding you in my arms...
This is a new addiction to me...
Never have I been this addicted this quick...
It scares the shyt outta me...
But then I love it...
You are my new addiction baby... 
You are my...
My heroin...
My ecstacy... 
My cocaine...
You are my own personal drug...
I cant imagine and addiction stronger...
You are my addiction...
I wouldnt even think about trying to break this addiction...
I wouldnt go to rehab for this addiction...
I like it to much...
YOU ARE PERFECT JUST THE WAY YOU ARE

Copyright © jaremy mount Jr | Year Posted 2013

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In the Library of BMCC

Surrounded by heavy tomes 
Chronicling the history of 
   countless generations 
One can only feel a sense of 
    awe that the weight of 
the past has upon the living 
  A brief look around me 
allows me to see the coming generation 
   Working diligently 
to achieve their goals 
   What will become of these youth 
in the next few years?
Some may die fighting on foreign shores 
Otheres will die young due to bad habits 
Some may achieve great success 
  Picking up my pen 
I try to evoke the scene in the library 
of the Borough of Manhattan Community College 
Where many different 
     nationalities 
Merge into a quilt of hope!

Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2012

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For the Love of Lippy

For the love of Lippy I've done it all...
And I would do it all again
For my heart, for my joy, for my friend
Oh what a world you got me into!
Some days so long and hard, I thought I'd never make it through
Except for knowing that at the end of the day, I could spend some time with you
We weathered the disasters and wrong choices... mostly mine
But we've reveled in our successes, in our friendship and in our time
So many places, so many changes, what a life we've shared
You've done what I've asked, you've mastered your tasks
And for you I will always be there... as you have been there for me
When my mind is blood red and my heart is stone gray
You stand before me pure white
And your mane dries my tears and your coat soaks in my sorrows
And your eyes always reveal "The Light"
Given to each other by one greater than us who knew what we both would need
Never a truer companionship than with you my faithful steed!
From long lazy rides in lush green fields on warm bright summer days
To tranquil wooded trails and dusty old roads, you've carried me all the way
You saved my heart, you saved my mind, you saved me from it all
And I owe you my life, I owe you the world for answering my call
For you I do it all...
Always in my heart I know you'll be, no matter what time brings
For it cannot separate two spirits joined
Or the memories that make their hearts sing
Together we answered the call
For you my wonderful friend... I did it all

-Alias Pluto Lela
Lipizzan registry #XL007
2-12-81 to 2-9-13   -served as therapeutic riding horse

Copyright © Chris Hagy | Year Posted 2016

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Praying For The Day

I pray for the day,
That my sweet child comes home,
To my loving arms,
So, I can love and hold them tightly,
Each and everyday of their lives,
To be there for them and guide them,
As they learn to grow,
Into a wonderful adult,
That I know they will become,
For they have such a wonderful heart,
And as people will see them grow each year,
Learning along their way,
Having their own imagination,
To shine and guide them,
To be a very unique person of their own,
But they are already very different,
In many different ways,
By their looks and their loving heart,
And of course being very smart,
Their beauty will shine,
In many different ways,
Both inside and out,
And I pray for the day,
They will come home,
To stop these painful, loving tears.

Copyright © John Hembree | Year Posted 2013

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I know You Cape Breton

Hey, how are you

	Have you heard this one?
	Where there’s a midnight sun

		Listen to me now,
		Listen up young one
		One day I left someone

	Where did you say
	you were going?
	She looked so sad
	with her tears showing

		showing her a map of you,
		around the world to you,
		flying so fast at you,
		I left my Papua New Guinea,
		my home sweet home for you.

			So... like déjàvu, 
			You look so...
			Do I know you?
			No, don't say no...
			I know you!
			you were in my dreams

	You know that moment, 
	when you see her, 
	smile,
	the light,
	that shines, 
	that lifts you high 
	into outer space so high

oh how I longed for you,
Just you and me,
your seasons, my wonder..
I wonder when thunders,
remind my mind, 
my sleeping child,
suddenly awake,
But Nova's away..

	They say people say,
	you'd miss home, 
	you'll miss POM..
	you said no,
	No, No, No
	you'll be home
	From winter to Autumn
	Just you and I
	you'll be fine

		So when the leaves fall,
		Or when snow falls,
		Remember me,
		Remember us,
		Our time, may be dying,
		Maybe someday I'll find,
		My child no child,
		and the sun so fine,
		I'll be home bound,
			To my Ocean playground..



					
			


Copyright © Moi Kaira | Year Posted 2012

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Souless Society

Yeah Im living in a souless society, 
My people keep doing each other wrong so much its hard to get right with me, 
Its so dark with alcoholic violence that I can no longer see the light in me, 
Survival of the fittest I am no longer because there remains almost no fight in me,
 I struggle with death around one in all forms of variety, 
I am so low at times that there can be no one high as me, 
A lot of non-sense for my body I keep buying me, 
at the same time my own people keep fighting me, 
but its time I just say "**** it" 
and kick all that *****to the curve away in the bucket, 
I hate the truth so much that I start to love it, 
Creating a mind full of knowledge gold, a mind full of many nuggets, 
Now its time I face my own truth even if my own people lie to me, 
I can and I will overcome this souless price that seems too pricey, 
**** all that bull-*****I will rise out my own souless society

Copyright © Travis Lone Hill | Year Posted 2012

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Heraldry And Tribute

I'm just a sputtering old fool,
Muttering old school rules,
When times made more sense,
And neighbors were your friends.

Now trapped by utter frailty,
And fear of today's reality,
My moistened eyes fasten,
Upon the new age reaction.

No longer do we aspire,
No longer do we inspire,
Religious or national pride,
For now we must take it all in stride.

That which can utterly,
Steal pride in God and country...
Oh I'm a sputtering old fool,
Just muttering old school rules.

You open doors and say Mamm',
You do everything you can,
You give to the poor and especially,
Love your neighbors, friends and family.

For it is in giving all that you have,
Caring, sharing and loving all you can,
Which tells the greatest story about you,
And lives on in heraldry and tribute.

Copyright © My Gull Wheels On | Year Posted 2007

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Stronghold to Equilibrium

Isolated corners all in sound symmetry
such perfection, a creation to contemplate
the science among science, absolute chemistry
nature at its impetus, ushers to initiate

In accordance with implied social dissonance
the law states balance within its inherent course
as bars of gold shimmering on such elegance
kept and hidden down below to the very source

The intermittence of a fraction can collapse a whole
like gulls predicting low clouds, squalls of driving rain
a calamity to the inexorable
the inevitable, Earth's worst tormenting bane

Containing equilibrium's an arduous task
a significant factor man must not neglect
free will's an obligation, with no questions asked
at someone's beck and call, a stronghold to protect

Copyright © Jeffrey dela Cruz | Year Posted 2015

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second tribute

"Destroyed By a Poet"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

Precious are the words 
Only your heart can serve 
Every Beautiful thought 
Tends to leave us caught 
Deeply in the mix 
Entertaining the thought of getting a fix 
Strong enough to lift 
The heart in us all, providing a gift 
Relative to what we most desire 
One inspiration that takes us so much higher 
Your eyes touch this when confronted by the mirror 
Every part of you is somehow superior 
Rare, Loveable, all things of that such 
And the fact of knowing you, to this poet means so much 

Copyright © eric boddie | Year Posted 2015

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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

By: 
olive_eloi
12:05 pm
01/13/2014

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Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2014

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Ballad of Joyce Hill

  To her family she was coy
  but truly she would be their Joy,
  a country girl from Kingaroy -
                     the fourth of eleven.
  Over hill and range she would tramp
  living in tents from camp to camp
  by the glow of a railway lamp
               and the stars in heaven!

  Along the way past Many Peaks
  swam in Splinter and Monal Creeks
  where a child a gay frolic seeks
                   in the heat of the day.
  Up on the range where it outlooks
  when not tending the campsite chooks
  she read in school her beloved books
                   dreaming of far away!

  As an older girl on horseback
  she'd ride for miles a dusty track
  like a drover with a knapsack
            where the long trail begins.
  Up "dash it" early milking cows,
  picking cotton and feeding sows
  and shooting possums in their boughs
               to sell their bounty skins!

 "O someday I'll teach school" she said
  till she met Arthur Hill and wed
  and bore life to her eldest, Ted -
               the first of eight to come.
  In Mt Morgan where miners drilled
  as rains came and Trotters Creek filled
  a new life on the land she'd build
                 and be a wife and mum!

  But on their farm and dairy run
 "hells bells" there was work to be done
  from sunup to the setting sun
            and all must do their share.
  Through the Great Depression and war
  a boundless faith to God she swore
  and it burned in her evermore
                      in His heavenly care!

  Her hands had many mouths to feed
  and so when hungry kids did plead
  she baked the bread dough that she knead
               in the old woodfired stove.
  And with her weary frame so sprite
  late as the curlews cried at night
  she read her bible with delight
                        as it did her behove!

  In her time a digger of wells
  when the winds blew in dry hot spells
  and echoed the sound of train bells
                  up and down the railway.
  A grazier, tiller, and sower,
  a painter, milker, and grower,
  a doer, thinker, and knower,
                         and a potter of clay!

  To all her far flung family
  a great-great-grandmother was she,
  and like a grandmother to me
                 whom I most gladly knew.
  So now when I hear the tick tock
  and chimes of the pendulum clock
  or "tommyrot" and "poppycock"
                        I'm reminded of you!



                August 2016

Joyce or "Joy" was my wife's grandmother.
A remarkable woman who I got to know well.
Despite what it says in the funeral notice 
she was in fact a great-great-grandmother.



Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2016

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Country Music is just good ole American soul

Country Music is just good ole American soul
from the rhythm of the guitars
to the screaming strings of the fiddle and the beat of the drums
to the words that are written and sung 
by the men and women who have lived the life

singing about life, love, divorce, guns, and God above
words that have meaning, emotion and devotion that tell a story
about the American way of life and glory 
that you identify with because it’s real
letting you know how we all feel 
 it’s your life’s story as well that you identify with

songs that bring the tears, sadness, joys and smiles from ear to ear 
as you tap your toes, snap your fingers, and slap your knee
and dance the two step until quarter to three 
songs that set you free or bringing back an ole memory  

country music is all about the loving, the good, the bad and the ugly 
 were all proud to be Americans because it is our life were singing about
country music is the salt of the earth, mixed in with 100 other spices

country music is good for the heart, the mind the soul it has its roots 
from the beginning of American history
even George Washington was overheard singing country songs

country music helps the whiskey the moonshine, and beer to go 
down a whole lot smoother 
country music is in the air where the blue grass grows, the lazy river flows
to where the yellow flowers on the mountain grows

God bless the men and women who sing and write the country music songs 
it’s just good ole American soul music

Copyright © Dennis Davis | Year Posted 2014

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how do you have time to be so charming

Oh Romeo ' where out thou is the first of all thoughts 
how do you have the time to enchant ones soul 
your words of sheer beauty come so easily for you 

There must be Juliet at home  in her heart only for you does her passion grow
Yes you are charming and very witty as though you have lived many lives 
many lives over and over again,  to seduce with words you control

you are one with imagination 
you are one of God's creations 

still I am left to wonder 
how many loves you have written too

In writing I love and in writing I can shed my thoughts 
never wishing to hurt another's soul
for it is she I wish you stay , her tears do not flow 

respectfully thinking of how romantic you are 
careful not to be caught in a tornado of thoughts throughout my day 
I am here to write not be captivated by your magic spell weaved  

There's a Juliet I must imagine , beautiful , loyal ,  most stunning ,  waiting for you 
In love she cooks she bakes , she lives she awaits 
For how could one like you not have found true love .

How do you find the time in the day , to love so gracefully in words shared
My thoughts are taken for minutes of the day with you I am impaired
You know who you are don't you , you must , how many hearts have thou Broken Oh Romeo , through desire and lust .

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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To A Missing Love

I miss the days,
We shared together,
And the love we shared,
When it was there,
Believe it or not,
My love for you,
Will always remain,
In my heart,
No matter where you may go,
For we have been,
Through a whole lot together,
That shows my love for you,
Is as true as it becomes,
For one day you will see,
That no one will stand beside you,
The way that I have,
During these troubled times,
And never leave your side,
To be there through thick and thin,
The way I was for you,
Being very true during each forsaken time,
Even though you were pushing me away,
By doing what you did,
Which caused us many problems,
I felt as if everyone else mattered,
More to you,
Than me.

Copyright © John Hembree | Year Posted 2013

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The fall of Duke William: Ballad for the Acadians

The French sail
To the Riviera
From the metis 
To Canada

They became Acadians
And settled in Port Royale
Their lives were famine and conquest
But that didn’t hurt morale
The British were closing in
To evict the Acadians from the land
But they stood strong, and refused to yield
The British took control, and so began the great upheaval

Heed the wind
that rocks the sea
That carries the Acadians
No one be free

It’s a cold moon
 an old man looks upon
The only home he ever knew
And now his world is gone
His wife had died in labor
He had to start again
He found another wife
Had two children while his first bred was a man


They travel on the Duke William
The sickness takes many down
He feels the sickness coming in
Before his life be drowned
The ship moored off Canso
After the violet sank
Duke William would follow in Tow
His old life returns to the age

His son lives on
To move to Cajun’s wood
For the Acadian spirit carries on
To the future of his brood

Copyright © James Black | Year Posted 2016

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La Sibylle Blanche du Rhin

La Sibylle Blanche du Rhin La Msytique est la Specatatrice du Divine Elle Parle au mot que je ne comprends pas "Soilel vous deffinissez est mien Pourtant vous, vous laisser il saigner Comme un nouveau vin Triste - ons ne Saurant Jamais Triste - ons ne Verront Jamias" Parle a moi, si prestine La Mystique La Sibylle Blanche du Rhin La Specatatrice du Divine Ton Voix sefane dans Le Chanson entrain de Mourir

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

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A Merry Band of Adventurers Part 1 of 2

There Are A Thousand Treasures Of Kings
Worth More, Than All The Wealth, There Could Be !
Some Say, It’s In A Kingdom Of Dreams
Others Say, It’s As Real As You & Me

The Legend Says, There’s A Kingdom Of Love
In A Kingdom, Far Away & Above
Kings-Treasures, To Be Claimed By The Best
Those Worthy Of Courage, To Quest

& So, This Is Where I’ll Start, My Friend,
Tho’, This Isn’t Where The Real Tale Begins
You See, There Was A Merry Band Of Adventurers
Who Went On A Quest, As Treasure-Gatherers

There Was Moses, The Freedom-Circle-Rider
Stayed His Course, Like An Eagle-Glider
There Was Goff, The Monk Of Sky and Trees
His Visions Of Life, Were As Open As Doors With Keys

There Was Kendricks, The Keeper Of ‘Interesting’ Tracks
& Marty, Of The Hale & Hearty & Power-Pen Pack
There Was Adell of Deep Wells  … & Dio, The Devoted
& Dame Brown Of Mountain-Ground, So Sweetly-Noted

There Was An Irish Lass, O’Leary Of Laughter
& The Golden Daughter Of Grace & Audrey Of Gifted-Banter
& Devonshire, The Dove &  Highlander Of Heather-Cove
Of First To Join Search:  For Soup & Treasure-Trove

Of Course, We Have A Prince Of Passion Land
& Ismael, A  Dream-Merchant From His Own Island
The Prince, Paints Of Pleasures; The Islander Speaks of Treasures
Both Know Of Biggest Royal Cache That We Could Ever Measure !

There Came Tim, The Archer Of The Wit-Forest
& A Determined Mother with Son, The Lady Doris
Maid Adams, Who Teaches How To Keep Cold Away
& The Lightning-Voice Of Linda Marie, Keeps Wolves At-Bay

There Is Sir Lamoureu of Sir Lancelot's Order
He Wields Words In Articulate Axes & Armor
And To Those Who Dare Say Chivalry Is Dead ...
Is Because -The Sonnets of Sir Lamoureu, They Have Not Read
& The Legendary Language That  Sir Lamoureu Pledge

Then There's Lady Linda, A Chatelaine & A Poet Destroyer
But  She Only Versus The Verses of The Vanity Voyeurers
Her Skill With Quill Accurately Quite Accords
As Proof of Pens Being Mightier Than Swords

We Have A Pretty Elf Known As Anne Lise Andresen
Her Piquant Topics of Poetry Makes Her Our Taliesin
And We Have Our Very Own Kind Maid Merryman
She Transports Adventures Better Than A Ferryman

Part 1  of  2


Written & Copyrighted By:  MoonBee Canady

Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2013

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There is more to Moore

Although I have never experienced a tornado or lost a loved one to a storm, 
I was moved by the spirit and resilience of the people of Moore Oklahoma.

In May there comes an evil wind
That's worst than flood or fire
It carries off our will to live
And crushes life's desire

This time of year, is free from fear
In most lands that I know of
But living here, the price is dear
Losing those we all love

When spring arrives, it's beautiful
The best month of the season
But, tempest grow, we all know
The sky fills fast with treason 

To run and hide seems futile
When warnings come to late
Found in its path, the after math
Is something that won't wait


Why do you live here, 
We are often asked
We live here, cause we love here
It's our future and our passed

We are not leaving
And we are not alone
Truly there's no other place
That we could call our home


So we morn our children
Neighbors , family, friends
Then join our hands in humble pray
And build our town again
 

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014

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The Battlefront Soldier

Tall and strong;
Always pushing on.
Never once looking back,
Straight up and stiff back.
My heart was and is yours,
But you turned me down and sent me away.
You might be military, baby,
But I don’t care.
Hold me and love me, but leave my heart there.
I want you to be mine, but distance is your barricade with which you hide.
I fear you’ll hide behind it forever,
With or without my dreams.
I see you walking away or standing on enemy lines,
Looking back onto my side of the fence and wondering to cross it or not.
You have your gun, you have your uniform, and you have your armor. 
You doubt me because of what happens with others, and you ignore the others who have succeeded.
Why not give me a chance?
Let me show you I can be who you want.
Ignore just letting me be a distance away. 
Please; please I beg you; don’t walk away and leave me as I am. 

Copyright © Rachael Ni | Year Posted 2012

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A Song for Teachers You Made Our Life Beautiful

It began all from nursery
When I was little child
And when I always used to cry
You came and wiped my eyes

My wishes are for those teacher’s
Who gave us wings to fly
Who always gave a helping hand
For that, we say thank you

This song is for you
You made our life beautiful
I know you’re proud of me
As I’m proud of you

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When I look back to my past
I used to be very shy
You inspired me in such a way
I could see my childhood fly

My wishes are for those teacher’s
Who motivate students through
In the tough times you’ve been with us
For that, we say thank you

This song is for you
You made our life beautiful
I know you’re proud of me
As I’m proud of you

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You made a difference in our lives
Every time when we grew
You made our minds grow strong
One child at a time

My wishes are for those teacher’s
Who loved us like their child
You never left us all alone
For that, we say thank you

This song is for you
You made our life beautiful
I know you’re proud of me
As I’m proud of you

Copyright © Sujish Kandampully | Year Posted 2016

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Young in Love Again--- SONG 2

Every time I breath,
	I feel your arms around me;
     Holdin’ on so tight, that it makes it almost impossible to see.
The stars are dancing their own little dance, as we hear the drums
		Pounding in our ears.


I remember we were running through the trees,
Trying to reach the top,
Giggling and screaming at the top of our little lungs,
I wish we could go back and be
Young in Love Again.


I flash back to us growing up,
Catching each other in long silent glances,
With the same little question bugging me and you.
But then there was your girl; 
And she adored you, then I was always blue.


I remember sitting alone writing in my book,
Watching you stand there cuddling her,
With me longingly looking, dreaming I could be her and 
I kept wishing that we could go back to being
Young in Love Again.


Then there was the day,
	That long awaited day.
You had left her for me,
   And in sweet ecstasy, you kissed me.


I remember everything falling into place,
Walking down the aisle to you,
Standing there in black and blue;
Our dreams were finally coming true 
And we were no longer wishing to go back ‘cause
We were Young in Love.

But then things changed. . .
	One little change, we didn’t expect it to come.
        It was the letter sent for you to go.
		And in my head,
	Was all the bad, wondering if our precious little one would survive,
			From all my pain
				From this one good-bye. . .

And I remember going back to all the good,
Breathing out the bad,
Trying to forget the truth, that you had to go;
And we were praying together, 
That we could go back to being
Young in Love Again.


And I remember. . .
	And you remember. . .
        So we remember. . .
		And we pray. . .
				That if we meet again in another place. . .
		
We will be
	Young in Love Again.

Copyright © Rachael Ni | Year Posted 2012