No tears shall fall in this new year
nor memories call to ponder fears.
As the trials of life come and go
Accept there blessings into your soul
Let them become without a doubt
A model of what you're all about
Don't let them get you all depressed
All things in life need be addressed
Let your spirit be like the wind
Your unseen dearest friend
As I see the lines in my face
Each a reminder of certain place
Do I wish they would go away?
Or that my hair wasn't turning grey
I have no desire to regain youth
For I have learned to speak my truth
When I was young I was so lost
I let my soul pay the cost
Running hard against the grain
Using drugs to kill the pain
Now I feel each and every day
Use the Lord to take the pain away
Do what I can accepting what I get
Treasure blessings that come of it
Thank the Lord through the poems I pray
Use what I need give the rest away
I seem to be driven by a single goal
Can you feel my heart and soul?
I slice them open in hopes they will bleed
Something that someone might need
The single fear I know so well
The fear that my words will fail
So once again I face my fear
As I write I shed my tears
Because these words are spoken true
My heart belongs to all of you
And through it's love I hope to show
We all share a single soul
A soul that is bound by love
Given us by the Lord above
I ran by this thing with haste, that malevolent beast as to school I went
Centered In a beautiful field i never played, because we all knew of the shallow graves.
We never saw them, no one dared to find them, and no one ever even looked
For the other children that were buried there, trust for a child is given by word of mouth.
The rumors grew, as the tulips did in the field that held That Old Red Barn.
A child’s fancy, the minds plaything sometimes given over to the rule of what it thinks must
Because Jennifer said it, it must be so; I don’t dare to find out the actual truth. I’m not that
So I leave it alone, this beautiful thing, because the cover does not always tell the story
If I had given it a second glance and not been so scared that I didn’t notice,
That just beyond the reaches of the trees at its circumference laid a house of golden hue
And in those walls, a grander story than even of that of “That Old Red Barn”
A family of two … now ancient to me spent their time growing corn and raising grain
That would one day come to the table I sat, nourishing me and giving me strength.
Letting me have the energy I need, to quickly run by “That Old Red Barn”
So that I could fly past this place that they built and in their hearts would always treasure
I don’t think that they knew of the fear it instilled all because of one child’s rants
But now that I know and am older now, I look out my front door and see what they mean
This Beautiful Field and “That Old Red Barn” once seemed a curious creature
Full of fear and malevolence, they were too old to invest the time to restore it to splendor
So I purchased from them all this vastness of pleasure, That Beautiful Field, and yes “That
Old Red Barn”
Written By: Ryland Joshua Matthews
I stare in the mirror, my tears fall in vain
Can’t see my reflection through the veil of this pain.
Who is this person I struggle to see?
I don’t want to judge her but it’s surely not me.
This stranger I cast looks so tired and weak,
I wish I could help her but I’m frightened to speak.
Cause it’s dark and lonely in this shell where I’m bound
Where once there was laughter, is now void of sound.
and the beauty I knew in just yesterday’s time,
seems gone in an an instant with life’s rythym and rhyme…..
Then GOD he spoke child…What do you mean?
You’re more beautiful than anything that I’ve ever seen!
The reflection you cast it don’t matter to me,
What matters is that you can see what I see.
That your spirit is filled with a breath that is true.
And a beauty so deep that this world can’t undo.
I know that your journey seems to heavy to bear.
But I’ve given you family that love and who care.
So hold on tight through the dips and the turns,
For the ones who believe are the precious who learns.
And wether your journey is to stay here or go,
Please know I love you so much more than you know.
I wish I could tell you the beauty that awaits…
But you will know only, when you see heavens gates.
Peer pressure of the worst no matter who they are
They can be a boy or girl that they believe to become martyr's
Strapped to these young souls, is something they just don't understand
Yet the cowards who persuade them to miss, becoming a woman or a man
What, where, why or when, does this quest justify it's means
For it arises in the warped depraved, in twisted confused dreams
For in this book that they all crave about, this they cannot do
It's against their religion to request the suicide of you
For all their Cleric's whom they are, they sit and witness so
Not one has ever spoken out, to stop this exploding blow
Why is this I ask myself, for they fear the bullet of a gun
Because it's easier to suppress their young, terrorism has again begun
I dreamt my mother mourned a broken doll,
porcelain, sad brown eyes, and five feet tall.
Entombed it in the finest place she could,
a cottage encircled by sunlit wood.
She danced a silent waltz with it, keening,
encouraging life in the wretched thing.
And it mended as she was worn away.
She did not hear when warned of her decay.
I was left a pristine porcelain doll,
and a broken mother in its enthrall.
There is a room in my mind where panic raids
And there I wander into my own bleak shades,
Where floors of phobia creak come midnight and dawn
As first breathing sounds of uncertainty are born,
Here, a wicker of fear wrestles more than it seems
More a fading face lost in the dark from screams,
Trying to wax this anxious, riddled heart again
As the mind races on visions of traffic scenes and rain.
Yet, there is an inner candle that never snuffs out
It lights brainwaves, and banishes deep doubt,
A halo gleaming from so near, never too lame
Though it knows not my name, yet it knows who I am,
For years, it has slid like waves in shimmering glade
Guiding fingers of hope with lit instincts I have made,
Until peace glows in the soul, telling me I am home
Knowing trust is the giver of life to end of my roam.
Debbie Guzzi’s Contest: Fear/ and
Brian Strand's Any 2012 Poem
By nette onclaud
Looking all around me and becoming more aware,
Of the people and surroundings at which many children stare.
I come to terms and realize the acts of hate I see,
And now I fear that this same scene will soon envelope me.
Walking on a lonesome road, though crowded it may seem,
I pass through silent hordes of people hushing silent screams.
Beside me standing hand-in-hand, older man and wife,
I wonder if they thought like me, what happened to their life.
I reminisce now further back before these broken days,
A time of wasting food and drink and dressing different ways.
But now we all look just alike in tattered grays and browns,
Drifting through these damaged streets and sporting matching frowns.
I thought we'd left the two world wars and poverty behind,
To linger in our broken books and fill an older time.
A time where death would cloud the world with sorrow and disease,
And fear would plant itself within the innocent with ease.
This made me think and look around for Noah and his arc,
And for the first time since the night I heard a flustered lark.
I quickly turned around to spot within a child's hands,
An injured bird whose time had brought it here from other lands.
The child stole a piece of thread from a redbreast robin's nest,
And wrapped around the ailing bird a splint so it could rest.
An hour past the lark took flight and answered to the wild;
The only resting place of hope is in the bright eyes of a child.
The nervous system originates in the brain.
Nerves send and receive signals to feel pleasure, fear or pain.
A baby’s diaper rash causes crying, pain and suffering,
Her torment needs attention , care and buffering,
She is so sensitive to pain, as were you and I ,
The slightest discomfort caused us to cry.
But because this is pain we can not now recall,
It does not mean we didn’t experience it all,
The nervous system is developed in Mom’s womb long before birth,
Of course, most people know this fact, for what it’s worth,
Why else does the babe instinctively move away,
When the medical probe is maneuvered her way?
She does not know the terms “women’s rights“, “choice” and “abortion”,
As she is killed, screaming in a fear and pain filled contortion,
But that baby’s pain simply doesn’t matter in this world of darkened lights,
She missed the boat when the flag unfurled for choice and women’s rights.
Dear child, you are just not old enough to be without pain and fear,
You see, we have too many excuses times one million a year.
May God buffer your pain my little friends when your shortened time is through,
And forgive your Moms and Dads for we may or may not know what we do.
And ask God to have mercy on us self blinded pretend Christians too,
As we vote for politicians who promote killing your siblings and you.
God bless you Chantel.
This is a repost of the poem written 5/01/2010 in answer to a charge that babies don't feel pain anyway so it's okay to abort them.
The news today 4/17/2012 (AP news) reports that the fetal pain abortion law which recently came about in three states because of the scientific proof that unborn babies do feel pain is now under attack because people want to kill the little ones anyway in spite of their proven torture.
Perhaps some day our society will become civilized and history will reveal these acts for the barbarianism that it indeed is. Until then let's keep praying for our youngest most vulnerable minority friends.
-Robert A. Dufresne
My nightmare is so tangible...so vividly I dream,
The dream, it feels so true to me...reality it seems.
Exhaust and smoke are all I breathe...the air is full of smog...
The job I do is thankless toil, but I work it like a dog.
There's mercury in the fish I eat...there're toxins in my food...
And drugs, they are a constant scourge...myriads for every mood.
Bipolar is my government...a house divided 'tis...
And corporations drive both sides...in the pockets of "Big Biz".
The icecaps, they are melting...the sea is rising, too.
Pandas, condors, polar bears -- empty cages at the zoo.
My money ne'er seems quite enough...I'm always out of cash...
My freedom fled when I wed my bride...(live I under the lash).
"Entertainment"? Reality TV...maybe some vampire shows...
Or idjits becoming household names for being beachfront "ho's".
People clamor "climate change" from the seats of S.U.V.'s,
And bitter news on the honey front...what's killing all the bees?
Politicians spending more...we go deeper in the red.
Opinions dressed as "news" abound...is journalism dead?
Cell phones are ubiquitous...conversation's endangered now...
And "Kardashians" are famous girls..but who knows why or how?
How strange my twisted psyche is t'make real what must be fake...
Now'f only I could find some way to get myself to wake.
Written on November 27th, 2012
By Daniel Beus (Rebel Sun)
A turbulent dome rattles overhead
Gathering a vault of electric threads
As lightning of fire mangles night, exhumed
Like a maddened howl piercing the frail moon.
Vivid the streaks deepening my own fear
When tempest grows and splintered clouds appear,
To assault human lives with its rough course
A power so defined without remorse.
Moments pass while the maelstrom twirls around
In vicious terror of its breaking ground,
While flash floods rise against a muddy sky
And prayers bow in need of dire reply.
In a slow dash , heaven’s wind shifts its trail
Lightening the boughs as clear coast prevails
Through intercession, I see doves of peace
Blessed at last from my inner angst’s release!
Justin Bordner's Divine Intervention Contest
by nette onclaud
“Act of God”
Past all understanding somewhere deep within,
A desperate need to realize something must begin,
Can't touch it with your finger, you must sense it with your heart
Life’s lessons take a lifetime few chosen vessels start.
To comprehend forgiveness, to feel mercy fall like rain,
Could never live within us had we not suffered pain.
Took a lifetime to discover, so long to understand
LOVE is the only act of GOD that we can do as man.
So love without abandon, just give and never ask
Be free from fear forevermore, discard the stifling mask
That keeps you from your destiny, that robs you of your peace,
God made you such a lovely soul, when will that self doubt cease?
Fear tells you you must keep it, Gods shows you… give it all
Your choice to live with open hearts one ransomed from the fall
Truth calls for you to hold her and embrace her child named Joy,
Hear these words, oh dear one please, my broken heart implores
To look into the cosmic mirror, find Christ in one's own soul
To hear these distant longings, see life’s mysteries unfold
Behold the love unseen; hear the whispers of one's heart
To gain true treasure sought of kings...now's the only time to start.
Lawrence Schrank and Caron Balman
( the 30 year poem)
Copyright © 2013
Skittles and a soda
against a gun in its holster?
One day that scream
will be known as a teen
not a heinous lying Fein
What a sinister ploy and twist
with a loaded gun and no fist?
Had everyone sitting and waiting
doomed by a verdict just delaying
Was this just an optical illusion
or, a devious planned conclusion?
Now, this generation too afraid
wearing hoodies will get you dead
But, the Klan was still glad
hoodies they've always had
A verdict they too saw,
ushering in martial law
Copyright © 2013
Politicians' greed seems to hover
Over our lives, a simmering cover
Separation of Church and State?
Satan planned mankind's fate
As in the days of Noah, sin did hover
Over their land like locusts do cover
The faithful do not fret what is hovering
By HIS Blood, the Lord is still covering
Our leaders refuse to make a deal
When enthralled by Satan's Will
Politics, and selfish greed
Failing our Nation's need
Obama-Care, a change that's fair
Or, struggling against Satan's lair?
But, ye faithful remember the heavens hover
Till horns blow clearing clouds that do cover.
edited: 6 Aug 2013 - 8:22pm
25 Sep 2013 - 8:13pm
Sudden fever, limbs trembling, the clog in breathing
why now when I wish to sing of the golden coming our way?
Packages piled beneath tree, lilies opening their heart
and I can't think, no story, no news, no hellos.
So I have only my new toy phone and these crazy fish
mating and multiplying and swimming past golden bells.
Who am I kidding, how could I not be productive every minute
when rest is denied me for a cough, swelling at throat.
No excuse, one could say, fish will always be fish, darting
from threat, meeting their feed needs, following children.
So why am I no fish, no human with this glazed brain
when the carols unroll with the bowing of violins, trumpet
of joy. Isn't that enough, sheer piping pleasure blared
to night, to dare fears entrance, to light up world
Isn't that the true message, you and I here, meeting
for an hour, a gift of sharing, the unrolling of fatigue,
the quieting of sorrow with the birth of a new world.
How new? Minutes new, this is enough for joy
to cherish the golden fish swimming into you life
disappearing like tomorrow's sun forever but alive.
I see you over there with a smile on your face,
that makes you glow and stand out to me in this place.
I watch you to see if you notice my look,
You make my heart ache like a fish on a hook.
It's hard to approach such beauty I know,
I bide my time to let my confidence grow.
I try to think of something unique and special to say,
but I know there's nothing that others haven't tried to play.
Looking at your hair and longing to know you more,
What could I possibly say that you wouldn't ignore?
Your smile makes me melt in my imagination of you,
One mistake could easily push you away and it's through.
How could I approach you with such a beautiful attraction,
I feel we could have such love all I need is a good reaction.
If I can't think of something to say you can't refuse,
I fear that you'll be gone forever and I would lose.
Why has it got to be so hard, it can't always be,
Give you my love, but my love you'll never see.
We are just specks on a ball in space
Yet we think our actions some how run this place.
Trees, living organisms tower all around
We build things bigger them just to tear them down.
The smallest arachnid can hinder our fragile shell
Yet we send our youth to die amid a warring hell.
Our ideas are out growing our human form
We give ourselves freely to the devils storm.
We are guided by things unmeasured or seen
Like fear, hate, love, and especially greed.
We act surprised or mortified when people are killed
Somehow we forget the things we thought of to build.
Did we not think that evil would learn how to use technology
Or as we create, consequences of them are not wired in our biology.
For as a famous scientist did find, for every act
You better be ready for an equal yet opposite impact.
Yet we keep trying to find ways to make life easier
Is anyone seeing the opposite, for it is just getting busier.
We are just specks on this ball in space
Wondering when something much bigger will smack us in the face.
I feel as though time is slipping away,
And more is gone each passing day…
Two teachers were given this precious gift, with your guiding hands.
One daughter they named Mali and she has all your lesson plans.
To choose the best for Mali, with all the fear and doubt you raised.
This gauntlet that was posed and run is a testament of their praise.
They have surmounted each obstacle and hurdle that was made.
With fear and doubt they have fought so, she won't be dismayed.
Lets pray, a long life for this child, breathing this earths fresh air
Creating a deafening echo from all of us repeating the same prayer
I'm seeking a miracle for two teachers, a parents simple request
Mali wins life after BMT, defeating Hurlers Syndrome, is my request
That these two children grow together to live a long and happy life
Would be Grandpa's wish for his Christmas, in this world of strife
This is a journey, a trip call it what you will
It follows the footsteps of my ancestors, and allows my thoughts too spill
Firstly let me take you back, to tell you so little of my past
Indigenous I am, from the "Stolen Generations" I did not last
This is why I must make this journey, to allow me to find the real me
To retrace the few steps I made, to rediscover what my young eyes seen
How ironic that the person I'll ride with, is the son of the then official
Whose deliberation to round up us children, the scene, locale
It's now the morn of our travel, where I look I find hard to see
The peripheral of the distant horizon, is all that really captures me
The town where I grew up so young, barely to the age of five
Perth, now bustles like a termites nest, zig zagging in busily strive
Into the bush we go, to a place where us youngsters so enjoyed
Moore River Native Settlement, which soon became children void
As I walk my arid lands, patterned in the heat of this day
I recall with every step, where us Indigenous children played
We could survive on the smallest of fruit, water we could easily find
Even the son of the then official, said that we are a superior kind
He marvelled when I spotted tracks, traces of where animals crossed
Remembering back to when I was five years old, our lands always talked
We opened up as we led our horses, introduced all those centuries ago
They opened up my lands, rivers we walked, now the white man flows
This is a journey I had to make, it's called, it's in my will
No more "Stolen Generations" no more will my culture spill
Outside her home, proudly he stood -
gun in hand, just as any guard would.
Daily, he had to face a heartless war -
protecting the house at which society tore.
He had built an indestructible barricade,
Outside which he stood for more than a decade.
He sheltered her home from the many evils of humanity,
He kept her strong, she maintained her sanity.
No one truly got to know the girl that he protected.
But after a sleepless week, his duties were neglected.
In a moment of weakness, the wall fell apart.
The guard shot down, the girl back to the start.
Vulnerable, she realized the world won't like her with a frown:
So never again, will she let her guard down.
His back meets the cold, wet grass under him,
his eyes meet the blue endless sky hovering over him.
The cigarette from his hand dies out as it meets the sopping grass below
He feels the blood escape his body that now is no longer whole.
As he stares up into the sky,
he thinks of the girl he hated to leave behind.
He thinks of his mother, her tears streaming down,
his father’s proud hand, as it strongly grazed his crown.
He thinks of the men fighting for their life,
He thinks of his enemy, ducking for his life.
He thinks of the reasons war even exists,
Maybe this isn’t the way one should even live.
The sounds of his men approaching feels distant in his ear,
the struggle to save a life is unyielding,
when the bullet cuts through the heart,
there is no weaker feeling.
Slowly the sounds of planes hushes down,
The sounds of gunfire are stifled,
The missiles whistling in the background stop
and all of nature’s sounds just suppress, as they come to a halt.
The men become blurry as his eyes start to freeze,
The body that once fought, now turned to solid ice.
For the last time in his life,
he thinks of the girl he wishes he never left behind.
He thinks of his mother, whose tears will continue to run,
the father’s proud hand, that wont ever touch his son.
In these last few seconds, he does not feel scared,
as he spent this life fighting strongly for his homeland.
Oh "Great Spirit" hear my words of truth and prayer
Long life for this child, breathing the earths fresh air
Teachers were given this precious gift, from your guiding hands
My grand-daughter they named Mali, who has all the lesson plans
So, that all may learn your lessons and the wisdom of your word,
to her parents you gave choices, instead of following the herd.
To choose the best for Mali, with all the fear and doubt you raised
Is a challenge to the best yet, they completed it unpraised.
They overcame each obstacle and hurdle that you made
With fear and doubt they fought so, she won't be dismayed.
I know life is Yours to give or take, anytime you choose,
with that give her life, on earth, and put mine as a muse.
This world no longer has use of it and I feel its course is run
So let, your child, Mali live the life, that Liam had begun
I see she has much to give this world, that it could surely use
My plea is that her life be renewed, before you must re-cuse
A cute little cat would make her scream
Not as cuddly as it would seem
She couldn't look into kitty's eyes
Looking at him would make her fear rise
She was sure there was evil within
A heart that was dark and full of sin
Others thought it was all in her mind
Kitty came scratching now she is blind
He tangled her feet and made her fall
With his claw he plucked out her eyeball
As she watched her eye roll on the floor
The kitty came back looking for more
With its teeth it bit into her flesh
Kitty preferred it's meat really fresh
How had she become this kitty's feast
Would she escape this horrible beast
Mind unraveling starting to break
Brought to reality with a shake
All of it a dream but it seemed real
It doesn't change the way she feels
Kitty means danger she stays away
If he comes calling she will not play
Poems to keep you up at night
The match is approaching for time has now passed;
He eats a quick meal – knowing it to be last.
The field it is awaiting within thick fog and lights –
He knows that tonight is sure to be a fight.
He gets on a knee and says a quick prayer;
He does it so swiftly – this occasion not rare.
The field now approaches, ominous yet serene –
He sees his team waiting, their strength to be seen.
The ball is kicked and soars like a hawk;
And bodies collide with a thud and a shock.
A fight it turns out – their opponent of great size,
But his team presses forward with a fearless disguise.
Hard hits are given and he takes a few;
But he presses on, for his brothers do to.
Win or loss, fallen or tall,
He walks off the field having given it all.
The first time I opened my eyes
To the world full of many lies
I learned something around me
Looking everywhere, so much to see
Killing of people, wars for selfish reasons
Fighting for positions, cases for abortions
Hunger for power, unstoppable
Drug addictions, uncontrollable
I see death with my eyes, a horrible sight
A bad experience, but I’m absolutely right
For Debbie’s Contest
March 12, 2013
Why do people look at me
as if, I'm fruit from a poisonous tree
I'm not strange and wouldn't hurt a flea
yet they act, as if they see a killer bee
Avoiding eye contact, then running off
I'm brand new and not feed from a trough
I'm not beautiful, just a piece of fine art
take a look, you'll see, what sets me apart
I may look big but, I'm an average weight
When you pick me up, your fear will abate
You can hold me with your hand, to investigate
If you want to learn the truth, don't speculate
People segregate, perpetuate or regulate fear
Please let me educate you, about my sear
Put my butt, on your shoulder, and hold it there
As you learn, practice safety and always beware
I'm strong and powerful and benefit all mankind
Vision and sanity required, I can't read man's mind
I'm a new semi-automatic weapon with many a name
Man made, blame his greed, insanity for the shame
A clown so cute
Can’t be a brute.
Ten foot tall in size
He called him Penny Wise.
Children abducted and killed
Parents hearts with pain filled.
IT was not a clown at all
But a spider hundred feet tall.
Don’t go near it might rip your throat
In the sewer you’ll definitely float.
Tonight my ink runs down my cheek...
It flows past my lips to a place it speaks...
It catches paper dreams that can't be torn..
Like seeing through written pages not born...
I wink my eye to brush away a tear...
Then slowly the lines fade and disapear...
I crawl away from demons that know my mind...
Drifting into a place where words are kind...
My eyes close in hopes of a peaceful night...
In a dream that spills into my morning light...
"The gates come down this night!"
Roared the man of light
Driven by fear and obsession
It was one sin never told through confession
Bellowing orders from atop his balcony
Blinded by delusions of glory
The priest led his herd
Countless dreams were crushed with the subtle power of one word
The mob lurched forward down the beaten trail
The wind howled as it began to hail
The wild pitch began to reach fervor
As the line between beast and man began to blur
The hopes for riches and plunder
Fueled the urge to tear the gates asunder
With a deafening crash the gates fell
As did the hopes that whatever lay beyond would release them from their hell
The priest waddled in holding the tails of his gown
Anxiously looking around
But there were no trophies or golden rings
Just rusted monuments to long forgotten kings
The priest fell to his knees
The people gathered to leave
As he began to shout
His eyes fell on the nail marks trying to get out