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Life

Life is a many things
Sometimes life is a dark tunnel,
But every tunnel has a light at the end
I will be your lantern to guide the way
Cling to me and I will keep you from the darkness
Life is a giant battle.
I will be your shield and spear 
Your spear to pierce through the horrible people
Who want to harm you, 
Your shield to protect you
From the battles you cannot win your self 
life is many things my dear 
But I am here,
For you to use, to cherish, and love.
Life is many things my dear. 
But you are not alone.
I am here. 

Copyright © Trevor Bain

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Lost Lover

The carcass of my subliminal words echo through smoke filled corridors... it is an intricate dance where the subjective yearning of broken hearts and confused minds labor.
This is the food of the poet, deep emotion transcribed through longing, like the kiss of a long lost lover... feeling her... almost touching her... but she is gone.

So you wake up to sorrow and tend the flames of the candle of your heart, feeling her... but she is a ghost... you pray tomorrow she will come... the inspiration of a lovers heart, yearning to be touched. Dancing back and forth in this mired dungeon, from the window to the wall. Wondering if there are any roses in your garden that you could pluck for her before the seasons wilt young virulent life.

The life of a heart bleeding for seasons long passed when the dreams of champagne lips was the promise of tomorrow's wedding... When you find that you married the broken shards of a schizophrenic mind. That your wife has danced away and all you can do is to curse the wind that whispers of her a thousand miles away.

But maybe tomorrow, when you tend the flames again... the wind carries memories of new beginnings... maybe tomorrow, holding hands with a lover's shy smile... maybe tomorrow, she will let you begin again. We are in love with the seasons and dark winters eventually fade to spring.

Copyright © Peter Hubball

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Arising Thoughts

Silent currents softly swirl
Around tree scented salty tears
Flowing forth from freshened forest
Awash from Summer’s seasoned years
Sunlight filtered through high branches
Causes mist to rise and glow
Gleaming in the golden fern
Drifting ghostly disappearing
Winsome weather wafted waves
Waking woods on Wednesday morning
Pauses kissed and shed of woe
Friendly forest fantasizes
As the life form warmly rises
Faerie elves and dwarfing dragons
Drift away in morning dew
Clarity of dawn is breaking
In the awesome reawakening
Another day is here anew
To spend in joy with you

Copyright © Donald Meikle

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THE THINGS YOU DO

Time to let this go 
The things you do 
The things I know 
The things that hurt me too 

These years 
So many tears 

I cannot go on 
This battle is never won 
For there shouldn't be a war, 
between two..................... 
This irretrievable flaw 

For beauty inside, 
takes time to find 
Sometimes not at all 
I cried 
Trying to reach your mind 
My heart to fall 

This flaw 
The heart you tore 
The things you show 
The things you know 


The things you haven't given 
I have forgiven 
These years 
So many tears 

Copyright © Matthew Brackley

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The Definition Of A Real Woman

(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moon. A real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attention. Money is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman’s virtue. A real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every move. A real woman’s wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life brings. A real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly again. When you become the object of a real woman’s affection, winning is the only option.

(O)- A real woman’s main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone’s better half. A real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her with. When a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivion. A real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right track. A real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoes. A real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side.

(M)- A real woman’s presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy nature. A real woman is like the magnet of ecstasy. All women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their lives. A real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamy. A real woman’s life is the motion picture of sophistication. The mythology of a woman began within a man’s ribs and ends in the beat of his heart.

(A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his side. A real woman has the ability to do anything a man can. A real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man’s pains with joy. A real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accord. A real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambiance. A real woman is the architect of her own destiny.

(N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationships. A real woman is the nexus between love and happiness. When you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every response. No man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.


Copyright © Tay Reid

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My Promise To You

My Promise To You

as long as I stand 
I promise you I will always be your man
as long as I stand
I will be standing by your side
you are my wife my bride my life

as long as I stand 
I will protect you
from all harm
just hold onto my arm

we will walk togeather side by side
into the sunset 
the sunset of our years

I may loose my hair or have it all turn gray
or gain a pound or two
but I will look at you with all my love
I will always see you as beautiful as you can be
as the day you gave yourself to me

never will I look at or desire another
that’s the way I was raised
like my father looked at my mother

as long as I stand 
I promise you I will always be your man
you can depend on me

Dennis Davis
March 2, 2013

Copyright © Dennis Davis

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The Barmaid And The Pedlar

There's an old English song called  All Jolly Fellows That Follow The PLow.  The tune works fine as is for the chorus and with the verses if the tune for the 3rd and 4th lines is repeated for th 5th and 6th. Well, it works for me but my singing has never been much hindered by tunes.



It was after that big game one long gone September,
the score line was one I’d like not to remember,
in a small Richmond pub not too far from the ground,
we all settled down with our sorrows to drown.
We were well on the way, as were most of the crowd,
when in came a young pedlar a shouting out loud.

“Sausages, sold by the yard or the pound!
Get a fresh sausage, the best to be found!
It’ll make your wife happy of that there’s no doubt,
with her very own snag she won’t need to eat out.”

Cried the barmaid, “How many do I get to a yard?”
“Madam, three if they’re soft or two if they’re hard”
She felt for the soft ones cos she wanted a lot,
but the more that she squeezed em the harder they got.
She found not a sausage was e’en a bit soft
so she told the young pedlar to go get far offed 

“Sausages, sold by the yard or the pound!
Get a fresh sausage, the best to be found!
It’ll make your wife happy of that there’s no doubt,
with her very own snag she won’t need to eat out.”

Said the pedlar, “Why madam no need to be rude.
And in fact what you told me was verging on crude
But you don’t look so bad for a foul mouthed old sow
so step on outside, if you like, with me now.
If you play your cards right I might squeeze your left breast.
If I find I like that I might squeeze all the rest.”

“Sausages, sold by the yard or the pound!
Get a fresh sausage, the best to be found!
It’ll make your wife happy of that there’s no doubt,
with her very own snag she won’t need to eat out.”

Said the barmaid to pedlar, “You are a right jerk,
I’m a barmaid and never do mission’ry work.
But if you're near to the shops and you buy me some eggs,
I might squeeze that there pimple you’ve got ‘tween your legs.”
Then she said something that made the whole crowd guffaw,
“And will you stop off at home and please check the back door?”

“Sausages, sold by the yard or the pound!
Get a fresh sausage, the best to be found!
It’ll make your wife happy of that there’s no doubt,
with her very own snag she won’t need to eat out.”



For Cyndi MacMillan's pub song contest

Copyright © Red OMara

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The absence of touch

The absence of touch attaches itself 
To the narrow whisper of his heart beat. 
Footprints echo in loving embrace 
Of his fathers mummified conscience
There are memories that rise like the sun 
On days when the leaves aren't kept
There are days when the rain won't come
All he wants to do is look outside And see him starring back.

Copyright © Steven Riley

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SHE WAS FOR HIM

She Was For Him.

She knew no one else
desired no one else
required no one else
She was for him.
Her interest never wandered
cared not who or whom was 
also astounded by her beauty
never cared to do more 
than look her best - just for him
whomsoever caught a 
glimpse by chance 
would find her eyes
gazing up at him.
She was oblivious to better 
looking on lookers,
that stared and drooled;
Her body was for him
only for him. He knew this
and he gave her the world.
Because he was also 
made just for her.

Copyright © Vicki Acquah

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A Wedding Song

Like a Spring Blossom Ever changing Sits at my side, loyal and cherished ‘Til Summer then Autumn and Winter again. Year followed by year To spin our Gold and you, a Rose forever blooms and I, the branch to support your sweet bouquet.

Copyright © Sue McCullough

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Not Homeless,

Not Homeless,

Im ok babe currently,

When my wife run off with wife stealin cousin Wayne,
she thought about it once again,
and to me a letter wrote ,
gave me her house,
she gets my vote,
My sweet Christine,
sublime....

Copyright © DON JOHNSON

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My Wife is in Love With Another Man

She said it, yesterday,
That she is in love
With a


Wonderful
Wondrous
Resourceful
Reliable
Happy
HOT
Man

Ironically, it did not breed in me
A feeling of:

Resentment nor
Ravenous-ness nor
Jealousy nor
Jeopardy nor
Betrayal nor
Bitterness.

Because I was the other man
A transformed soldier of my wife

Copyright © Arnold Mutugi

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The Lovers

The morning sun crests the auburn sky,
The green grass glistens with dew;
The lover sits and ponders why,
should give the heart for True;

And when the sun looms high,
The morning dew be gone;
The lover bids the heart to sigh,
should two become as one;

The sun to set in yonder west,
as dusk the moon shall rise;
The lover seeks to find the best,
untainted heart,  to tell no lies;

The stars have scattered in the sky,
The moon has settled in;
The Lover waits and begins to cry,
for fear they will not win;

And soon the night be done,
and the morning crests again;
The Lover sees that special one,
And happiness sets in;

The sun will set and rise,
and the tides will ebb and flow;
And the Lovers be together wise,
Until there breath doeth go.

Copyright © christopher schott sr.

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The Winged Man and His Wife

Once in a land full of life
At least that's what I was told so
There lived a happy man and his wife
Who smiled and watched the birds go

One day as they were watching the birds
The old man had flipped his hat
For he had said only a few words
And it was that he could fly like that

The wife then began to frown
For the man had simply gone mad
So she got ready to leave the town
Which made the cheery guy sad

He swore to her that he would fly
So the wife had grabbed her things
She opened the door and said bye
And when she left, the man sprouted wings

A few years had come and gone
The wife grew old and watched time pass
One day when sitting, she heard a song
That sounded from her fifth floor window glass

'my love,' it said, 'I now have wings.
my love,' it went on, 'I wish you would see me fly.
my dear, come look at me, drop your things.
I wait by your window, perched in the sky.'

The wife got up and looked out the pane
She froze at the sight she had saw
Her husband flying, or was she insane?
He smiled at her dropped jaw.

'My love, come with me. Fly in the sky.'
'I can't,' she shook her head
'oh come on. climb out. I promise you won't die.'
So she climbed out, and was never seen again.

(this is fictional)

Copyright © Destiny Jordan

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THE LABOR BALLAD

The long awaited day now comes,
With cries along with bells and drums,
Her belly throbbing, spinning-chair,
For birth, for labor they prepare.

There lots of people shouting names
And nurses playing trolley games,
The doctor came as water broke
'To labor room', the sisters spoke.

The cries were roaring piercing ears,
The friends were filling, hopes and fears,
They rise their hands and ask to god,
To ease her pain while crying odd.

The labor room was quite something,
And doctors wearing apron string,
The beds were crowded lights were dim,
But doctor peeps and makes a grim.

The nurse then speaks 'the time ain't right'.
But patient's pain was total fright,
Again the doctor comes and peep,
To see the cervix while she weep.

The legs were wide the lights were bright, 
The cervix ripe and pain was right,
She holds the edge while pushing hard,
And doctor waiting, taking guard.

The hair is seen and doctors smile,
The time is wrote on nurses file,
The head is out, the shoulder's out,
The boy is out, the sisters shout.

With cheer-some tears, she sees her son,
The faces bright, the pain was done,
The heart is blown, the sheets are thrown,
The drinks are served, and heavens shown.

The grandpa born, and grandma's dove,
The husband takes the boy with love,
The joyful kiss on tiny feet.
While sweets are served in blissful heat.

The car arrives to take her back
The kins then walk as wolfs in pack,
But cries are heard in labor room,
With smiling faces, lilies bloom.
©Anees Rahman

Copyright © Anees Rahman

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Propositioned on Poetry soup

Propositioned on Poetry soup

When I logged on the Poetry soup
Last night, I was amazed
A girl there asked me to be hers
Oh, I was more than phased
Because my wife, she reads these things
And she was not amused
I tried to make her understand
But to listen, she refused

Now I’m a man of seventy one
My lustful days are gone
I’m growing old and gracefully
I don’t want that carry on
Trying to ruin my harmony
I’m here to write my songs
And this be all I want to do
This woman got me wrong.

But anyhow, my wife she wrote
To the guys who run this show
She told me in an angry way
That these guys, they should know
They wrote her back with no delay
Said the comment, it was spam
I’m glad they blocked this silly cow
Cause she’s not worth a damn.

5 December 2013 @ 1305hrs

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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God gave me you

Love's undeniable journey 
explores all life,touches an 
amazing earth only you and
I can share between time.


All ups n' downs come with
Fortune n' price, but together
We will shatter a mountain of
Rock.

A place we can go hide closely 
cuddled cave, against the 
Closure of your misled arms,
Wrapped tightly around a spin
Of Saturn's that ring me.

As Pluto's fire, breaks guard 
closer to the sun.....Where GOD 
GAVE ME YOU] And an UNchained 
melody to sing.

Copyright © Carma Reed

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China sets

Oh, Let’s get married in a white chapel
sip coffee, listen to blues 
 and read morning’s headlines. 

Let’s get married in white chapel
Live in a brick house, build a picket fence
 and watch the good neighbors stroll by 

Cause he’s something to look at
Can pick him out from bustling restaurant
  just by his gait

Cause he’s something to look at
got a wide mouth, gaping grin 
 always fashionably late. 

When he’s nervous, 
his posture is fleeting. 
it’s unfitting, 
because he’s got the world together. 

When he’s nervous, 
his words 
string together like magnets 
across a refrigerator door. 

But then-
I’ll say something ‘bout my world views
and you’ll suddenly deliver the quickest line 
and I’m laughing
finally i’m light 

Oh, Let’s get married in a white chapel
sip coffee, listen to blues 
 and read morning’s headlines. 

Let’s get married in white chapel
Live in a brick house, build a picket fence
 and watch the good, good neighbors stroll by

Copyright © Katelyn Dobbs

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my wife, my life

MY LIFE , MY WIFE.....
Glenda I need to ask you to listen.
You need too hear what I have too say.
Here goes nothin, I need all  ur attention when I tell you this...
everyday spent with u is always a blast an adventure, always something new. Never a dual moment, 
No matter what we do... Its simply amazing 
 Filled with everything I need to put a smile on my face 
 I'm so glad I have found someone that, I can do anything in the world with an share my dreams my life an my love I have too offer.. Its simply amazing I dont think I could be any happier .. .
The words I speak right here r 100% true
An I speak them from with in..
An I want you too know
Ill thank you, for everyday,
Every year, an the moment to moment we share.
U make my heart feel whole,
My breathing easy
Comfortable in any situation.. 
And that's all hard too do.
This I know ...
An my thoughts well there all about you,
The feeling I have when u hold me. 
This next one is my favorite part.
The way ur da last person I see
Before I fall asleep n the first person I see when I awake..
Things such as theses I cherish... 
And i wanted you to know...
An you ask me why I love you,
These are a few things you do that make me love you. 
An I know in my heart you cherish just the same...
An there's more to say but 
I cant find the words to explain..
But i just want too simply  say 
Thank you for putting ur faith in me,
An marrying me that day... 
My heart is i ur hands...  
I trust you, n I love you more beyond belief, your my everything.... 
 my fairy tale ....
My happy ever after 
My wife...

Copyright © Chelsey D Moore

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WHALING SHIP CAPTAIN's LOVER part 3

WHALING SHIP CAPTAIN"S LOVER      part 3

Now Jorgie met a new love
He begged to make her wife
First, they’d fetch her small boy
 to start a fresh new life.

So East they went to Minot
To find her cousin there
But when they came to his big house
His smile for them was spare.

The cousin was not happy
To relinquish that fine boy
He said his wife would waste away
Without her greatest joy

And Jorgie, solemn, studied them
The woman and the child  &
Wept with great compassion
Her broken heart ran wild.

Determined to do justice
Twas no one she could blame
Jorgie hugged the boy good bye
Her soul in raging flame.

She bid the woman love him
And tell him she was aunt
And with her newfound husband, John,
Departed pale and gaunt.

Now John, he was a good man
Who worshiped his new wife
They agreed to keep a secret
About her former life

And so away the years passed
Son came after son
Jorgie had a fresh life
They built a solid home.

Each month she mailed the  letters
To the ‘cousin’ in the west
She parceled up the photos 
true siblings in their best

But Sadness haunted Jorgie’s eyes
She tried to hide it well
But her  husband knew her---
 She had him in her spell.

So sad she was and so forlorn
He needed to confide
To someone who could help him
to cheer his cherished bride.

And so he told his sister
His wife had longed to see
From her past her loved ones---
Her own sweet family.

So sister Lena planned a scheme—
For Jorgie wild and free
the gift would be a great surprise
And John he did agree.

They would take the children
Aboard the westbound train
Jump the train at Minot
To see the boy again.

Wait they must til autumn
For Jorgie twas the best
In May would be a newborn babe
Nuzzling at her breast

Then hit the plague of ‘17
Entire towns were dead—
And  in their midst was Jorgie--
With her newborn-- cold, in bed.

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Note:  Jorgie : (pronounced Yor’ gee) was a nickname
Her name:  Sena Jorgine Larsen
My father’s mother. The baby named Clara.  My was nearly 4 when they died. His father, John Anderson—Jorgie’s husband , never remarried.  He lived to be in his 70’s. His sister, my great aunt, Lena Anderson Hildebrandt, told me this story in 1971.


PS  THERE IS ANOTHER PART TO THIS IF ANYONE WANTS TO READ IT LET ME KNOW. I DON'T WANT TO BORE ANYONE TO DEATH!  vat

Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop

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Sugar and Honey

Sugar and Honey ©2013

Who could have known those Men in Black would be the groomsmen to serve as the royal escort for a date where time stood still. Minutes turn to hours turn to days the blaze of passion brighter than orange and yellow sun rays. Never again alone the search that was so cold now inflamed with life—passion roaming nomadically through radio waves with 37 wishes of “I love you”. Wishes that tell of a spell never to be broken cause 37 is prime impossible to divide.

From Lookout Point the view is endless. Hues of purple and red shimmer as clouds float by carefree smiling cause they know a secret we've yet to spy with our naked eye. The island sun winking as it sets daring us to never forget this very moment. This very moment of 2-wheel love with trails of cookies and cream a dream come true with me and you and you and me together as we grow stronger in self and each another.

Romancing moon perched high can’t wait to swoon cocoon enticing day dreams to transform into night dreams 2-stepping to the grove of Sam Bostic…”tell me your zodiac sign?” It don’t matter love cause I’m yours and you’re mine. Together we wander the beach of life with no real destination ahead but to hold your hand counting grains of sand knowing each one is a new chance to thank God for aligning you in just the right place at just the right time for me to see you not with my eyes but with my heart.

Nothing could tear us apart not even Black Ops screaming and fighting for main stage cause backstage forehead kisses are riches to please and tease all in one moment that will last an eternity.Sugar and honey intertwined a destiny so divine.Do we dare take this chance? A five letter word blurred with an infinite number of possibilities but only one solution with today as the finale for you and me.This chance we take resonates as the heavens open and whisper with the softest of voices for all to hear... 

Shai and Alvin “your joy is complete…you are like-minded…
with one love in spirit…you are of one mind.” 


Be kind to one another and keep today’s love in your heart forever.
Saphyre
7/7/2013

Copyright © wendy hawkins

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Don't ever steal her man

Don’t ever steal her man

She’s the perfect little lady
The greatest wife of all
Most people who would know her
Will say ‘she’s wonderful’
She be a loving mother
A cook of some renown
But if you try to take her man
Then she’ll soon put you down.

She’s filled with generosity
She’d give you her last dime
She’ll never hurt another
She’d not commit a crime
She has a lovely temperament
She likes to have her fun
But if you try to steal her man
Then hey, you’d better run.

She’ll always sacrifice herself
And leave herself to last
Her heart is filled with so much love
Her magnitude is vast
But if you hurt her children
Or try to steal her guy
Then you had better flee from her
Or you might even die.

24 April 2014 @ 0900hrs.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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The Ballad of Truman Brown

Near an Arkansas town lives a man, Truman Brown
in the steep Ozark hills we call home.
Lack of yield from the earth takes its toll on his psyche
and he dreams of the freedom to roam.

His kids work by his side with their mom, a sweet soul.
None suspect devil traits from his bent.
Though his anger inside swells each day like the tide,
he displays not a clue, seems content.

But his heart harbors wrath as he plows rocky land,
and parlays to destroy spirit's peace.
In the dark of his mind reason leaves, hate evolves
for the one he needs most, seeks release.

He quick-steps close behind his wife's chair and pretends
as he bends for a kiss from her lips.
He withdraws wicked blade, slits her throat ear to ear
and her blood streams below, scatters drips. 

In her panic and fear, she jumps up, tries to flee
but soon wanes, buckles down on the lawn. 
Children scream, race about, overwhelmed by the threat
and retreat behind doors, deadbolts drawn.

But her stout eldest son runs outside to her form,
cradles her in his arms as she dies.
Siblings hide from the blade daddy holds at his side;
he stands mute and stares out through dead eyes.

Dalton turns upside down in the blink of an eye
with the horror of murder so vile,
and the news people race to report sad details
as police chase him down by the mile.

On his mad day in court, all the stores close their doors
o'er the deed of this man, Truman Brown,
while the judge has him bound and declares him insane
but the tale still goes 'round Dalton town.

Copyright © Cona Adams

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In Youth-less Age

In Youth-less Age
 


Though gentle, hopeful drifts we brood,
but age our wont be kind enough,
in threescores is when life imbued,
will partial be the earthly stuff;
but you'll still be my fancy then,
when Suns shall be the Shallowest,
and dry as those days --my fingers, pen!
Diluting the persistent best;
then shall I my own mind bereave,
when servile times would near a close,
but will your eyes, mine still deceive,
that greater truth than life propose.
The understanding of our earth,
up till we stay, --the way shall give,
entwine when with a lovers mirth,
we not our age but more shall live;
there I shall be a part of you,
though life may still not worthy be,
but time the hearts as one does sew
and breeds the soul's eternity.
 
Soon ladies fine with auburn head,
in youth's subservience shall grow,
with shadows white and lips blood red,
to whom the haste --the world will owe;
but, by the words that reason frowns,
and those that cost if cared for less;
within the gardens, across all towns,
just you my dame this heart possess,
as your my gardens cherished fruit,
could time nor age do you wrong,
your grace can shift a hand from mute,
such do my rhymes to you belong,
and the words, claims that come to me,
be their center, and my days renew,
until the time this soul is free,
and life us quells, an end pursue;
the end of the sojourn we made,
shall love then still be intense more,
when breaths and sight move to a fade,
like youth, your age --I shall adore.
 
R.N.Khan, © 2012

Copyright © Raja Nosherwan

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The passionate boyfriend to his love

My love, come marry me, and be 
My wife forever, and we will 
Cherish and treasure each others 
Company and compassion eternally.

And we will sit and watch as other 
Couples try to Follow and strive to 
Have a Loving marriage and 
Relationship Like ours.

And I will make life as unsurpassed 
As I can, I will bring you more love 
And happiness then you could ever 
Conjure in your peaceful mind.

I will give the finest vows with the 
Most trustworthy words on our wedding 
Day, my love for you princess is true and 
It will shine though on this very special day.

I need a women with your prestige and 
Beauty and it will always be my duty 
To be there for you in every stumble and 
Tumble you may come across.

My heart would be complete if I had the 
Chance to be your husband, and you would
Never have to worry about any thing again 
Because I would always be there to lend a hand.
These words on this paper are my heart and souls
True feelings. With every word you read I truly pray 
That you will be my wife and true love forever someday.


Copyright © Cody Chancey

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A Man's Life

Oh, somewhere there is singing
Somewhere there is grace
Somewhere there is laughter
A smile on every face

But I am here to tell you 
About a place so cold and drab
It makes you shiver violently
And dulls the joy you have

This place is not in the Heavens
It is not upon the land
It’s not over the oceans
And it’s hard to understand

As long as I walk the earth
It is always set apart
There’s nothing more mysterious
Than what’s in a woman’s heart

You think that you are pleasing
You think you do what’s right
But you never had a chance
You end up in a fight

So I tell all you poor men
Don’t even pretend to try
Just live your life and stumble on
And hope that soon you’ll die

Copyright © Patrick Lorenz

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Here's to John and Carla

Here’s to John and Carla

Here’s the story of John Sherman
He was born there, in New Jersey
In the year of forty two
A wild, wild man was he
Con man, thief and activist
He was chased by the FBI
He was on their top ten list
One day they caught this guy.

They placed him, when they caught him
In a high security jail
They considered him to be
A very dangerous male
He escaped their prison, twice did he
When they caught up with him
They kept him jailed for eighteen years
And made his life so grim.

One day the Buddhists came to visit
And then this man was hooked
His manner changed he grew real calm
As at himself he looked
He delved down to his deepest depths
And experienced a thing
That gave him peace, and harmony
And made his whole world sing.

Just like everything in life
His peace it did not last
His mind went kind of crazy then
And his misery was vast
And so he turned to Ramana
A saint from India
As he asked the question ‘Am I here’?
Something within did stir.

His world became a heaven then
He’d learned the truth at last
He conquered all his fear of life
And the sweetness it was vast
When they let him out of Jail
He married his sweet wife
And he and Carla ran a site
To help folk through their strife.

They run a site called ‘Just one look’
Where they teach many folk
How to rid their lives of fear
And though he’s always broke
He and his wife do carry on
Trying to help folk, in their plight
As they too look within their depths
And find themselves that light

They have worked with many folk
And lot do claim success
As they ask the question ‘Am I here’
And many can attest
That they now live all free of fear 
And as his work goes on
So many will agree with them
When all their fears are gone.

I speak from my own story
When I tell this thing to you
If you do suffer misery
Then here’s the thing to do
Get in touch with John, and Carla
And let them take you to
A space where fear does not exist
It works I’m telling you.

13 February 2014 @ 0955hrs.












Copyright © Peter Duggan

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WHALING SHIP CAPTAIN's LOVER part 2

WHALING SHIP CAPTAIN’S LOVER
(Part 2 of 3)

Now Jorgie was a fierce one
Widowed   ‘fore she wed
The object of her passion
A Sea man lost and dead

Jorgie had a small lad
Swaddled piece of sun
And her lovers parents
Coveted this tiny life begun

They didn’t care that he was born
Before the two were wed
They claimed that he was theirs now
A whaling lad- True bred.

The parents of the lover
    had an only child
On his death they lost their hope
Twas like a dream defiled.

Jorgie begged her father
"Keep us out of sight!"
But her father made a traitors deal--
Oft Gold dissolves what’s right.
 
She quickly packed her bag
And off the two did fly
She sold gold jewelry and fine clothes
And kissed her land good bye

Upon a third class ship
She bought a third class bed
The sickness hit her in a storm
She puked until she bled…

Spring Winds they blew black fierce, 
the poor men all were cursed
The scurvy struck them all
There was no last or first

The ship was tossed --the wind blew bad
A wretched ugly sight
Despite the stink ,despite her fear
She battled with her fright.

Didn’t know the language
Didn’t know the style
But Jorgie was determined
To prosper with her child

When she reached the New World
She found cross country trains
And as she crossed the mighty land
She wracked her weary brain.

To organize a new life
And work the whole day long
She came up with a daring plan
She hoped she wasn’t wrong.

She jumped the train at Minot
She had a cousin there
She’d pay his wife to watch the babe
‘til she could raise him fair.

The cousin’s wife had lost her babes
She welcomed the small joy
Jorgie smiled and kissed him tho
Her heart ached for the boy.

She ventured West to logging camps
Set up her fire and pans
Cooked for Nordic loggers
The boldest of bold men.

 ========to be continued (too long for the site...sorry...)
 

Note:  Jorgie : (pronounced Yor’ gee) was a nickname
Her name:  Sena Jorgine Larsen



Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop

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Anwnn

Coming from the misty lake Lough Leane
Came a beautiful maiden of the name of Niamh
Upon a mare, for she is not from the world of man
A seraphic princess from Anwnn
Upon the shores she claimed around his kin
"I have came for Oisin son of Finn"
"Maiden you come to me so alluringly 
I am he, if we marry for all eternity!"

And so he rode upon her horse to the secrets of Anwnn
For he and she, they'd be happy for all eternity 

Come with me to Anwnn
I am she, your queen Niamh
I have come for you Oisin, son of Finn
Don't leave me or you'll see 
The age of man
The age of man
The age of man

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen

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Before we knew the one we know

Before we knew the one we know….   By: Steve Hudson

Once we were attracted to each other
Before we even knew each other,
Passion flowed through our bodies
Ready to ignite at the faintest glow,

Now we know each other
Time and circumstance has lulled our affections
Passion is reduced to a re-action that is never an action
The gravity of our reality takes form on aged bodies

The glow that once lightened up the fires in our room
Now frightens the idea of romance between the frigid bride and groom
Wouldn’t lovemaking be breathtaking if only we could see?
The one we knew, before we know, making that our reality.

Copyright © Angel fire