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A Ripple In Time

A new borns cry
Tearful last good bye

Swaying waves of golden prairie grass
Shifting desert dunes - an hour glass

An acorn dropping among forest leaves
To mighty oak - a lifetime of dreams

The changing moon - to full again
Each morn' the sun - new skies begin

Eagles soar high - our hearts go there
These ripples in time - we all share

©Donna Jones

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The Farmer and His Corn

The Farmer and his Corn

Snug and warm beneath the earth
The field awaits the coming birth
It holds the richness that they need
Provides the anchor for the seed

The farmer by his hand did sow
Soon he knows his seed will grow
When length of day and rain is right
And sun above shines warm and bright

The rain has come the soil is moist
New life burst forth, it has no choice
With a sudden wondrous surge
A field of green does emerge

The farmer feels it in the air
He comes to see his field so fair
Quietly, just after dawn
His brand new field of corn is born

Quickly grow those humble shoots
Drawing goodness through their roots
All hot and hazy summer long
The shoots thrust upward, straight and strong

Golden now as flaxen hair
New seeds upon them they do bear
The farmer picks an ear to eat
To check then that, his corn is sweet

The farmer comes to field one morn
Another with him that day drawn
No face had he and yet was grim
The corn all knew that it was him

A shrouded hood, his face to hide
He follows just two steps behind
The mice who’s nests the stalks had borne
Know soon there will be no more corn

Not daring now to take a peep
They know for them they’ve come to reap
Both the men they carried scythes
They know they’ve come to end their lives

The farmer lifts the implement
To cut them down is his intent
A shadow fell, with mighty stroke
The farmers gone, with man in cloak.

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The Breed

Sometimes within the walls of today
We simply search for another way

To make this day all it should be
I must learn to live eternally

A blessing given or one took
I live my life inside a book

Each new day is another page 
I sit in the circle and burn my sage

Asking Grandfather to help me see
Exactly what a true man should be

With the blood of an Indian and of a white
Life is most certainly a spiritual fight

Half of me hates how the other half-lives
The white man took all the Indian gives

Then the white man decided to take some more
Slaughtered the Indians from shore to shore 

Brought an end to a beautiful way of life
“We will kill the man and rape the wife”

They called us heathens but don’t you know
Was the white man that had a heathen’s soul

Half and half, the blood of a breed
Poisoned by a white mans seed

It’s my Indian half I love the most
My white half is turning into a ghost 

Through my veins flows the blood of a brave
Though I lived my life as my white halves slave

Jesus Christ, nailed to the cross for me
Now my Indian half enjoys living free

Though freedom is a frame of mind
In the circle of life it’s truth I find

With each new poem I’m able to see
A little bit deeper up inside of me

Which enables my soul to truly live
Making my heart strong enough to give

All the faith that is found in a seed
I reckon half and half, is good breed

Posted in respects to James Fraser

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A Bag of Popcorn

They ask me why I’m so happy
Asking me, if I just won a prize
I replied, well I reckon I did
Today is a wonderful surprise

When you have a past like mine
My today is always bright
There is no better feeling on earth
Than the joy of doing right

I may be an old man on a cane
My heart is skipping along
I learned to embrace the meaning
Life is a beautiful song

True life has its ups and downs
There’ll be forks in the road
With a smile I’ll stop for a while
Help you with your load

I had me a bag of popcorn today
It tasted exceptionally good
In fact, I will go as far as to say
Better then it probably should

For years, I had a guard in the pen
Popped him a bag each night
Then he would simply throw it away
His twisted little delight

He knew, it was those little things
Ate at our heart and soul
Movie with the wife Friday night
Popcorn in the bowl

I had a bag of popcorn today
Wife sitting at my side
I had a smile, which lasted awhile
One I could not hide

They ask me why I’m so happy
Asking me, if I won a prize
I replied, I reckon I did
Today is a wonderful surprise

For some reason today I was thinking about C.O. Talbert and
how he would pop a bag of popcorn even though he didn't eat
popcorn. He did it just because he knew it would make everyone
want some. I always felt sorry for him. His life must have been
very disappointing. The moral here: when you learn to appreciate
the little things in life your popcorn will taste a whole lot better. 

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The Seamstress of Time

I have a special story I wish to share
About a seamstress beautiful and fair

She would fade away turning into smoke
Of her amazing beauty, no man would joke

The spiraling smoke would then re-form
I know only an angels face could be so warm

Before her a beautiful quilt was spread
Upon it the story of my life was said

As she once again started to dissipate 
She said, “Mike this quilt records your fate”

As the smoke traveled over to a new place
And then formed together creating her face

Looking over her shoulder back at me
She said, “This area will hold what has yet to be”

Most of the quilt looked like twisted evil tattoo
Simply because, my life’s quilt was quilted true

I looked the quilt over and then met her gaze
She was so beautiful in so many different ways

The last part of the quilt way over to the right
Showed the beauty of someone changing their plight

Upon her beautiful hand, which seemed so nimble
I noticed she was wearing my grandmother’s thimble 

From a young maiden so beautiful to see
My grandmother appeared right in front of me

I guess up in heaven we return to our youth
My grandmother was beautiful; such is the truth

I thought of the price grandma was asked to pay
The shame of knowing I had turned out that way

I thought of her sitting there stitching my shame
My grandmother didn’t deserve an eternity of pain

She said, “Michael be still with the pain in your heart,
Your story encourages others to make a new start.”

“The deeper the wrong the stronger the right
I always knew my boy would take up the fight”

With a smile much brighter than an ice covered sea
She said, “I love the man my boy has grown up to be”

As she turned to the quilt and started to sew
She said, “Michael, its now time for you to go.”

“Believe in your story believe in your truth
For Salvation is the true fountain of youth”

One night in a dream, which I’ll hold forever divine
I learned; my Grandmother is now,” The Seamstress of Time”

When I was a boy I would help my Grandmother roll
her quilt, find her glasses, as well as, her thimble. I 
never thought about how amazing her art truly was.
From a pile of rags she would make the most beautiful
quilt's. I sleep under one of her quilts to this very day. 

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Moon Light Moon Night

We hold hands walking under the bright beam of God’s Moon Light,
And stop and kiss so intently in the soft cradle of the dark Moon Night.

The passion and rapture together we feel so on this cold black night,
Is reflected and majestically warmed by the touch of the Moon Light.

I look lovingly into your eyes on this quite special dark Moon Night,
Marveling at the love so reflected in your eyes by the Moon Light.  

This is an enchanted sight to behold by All who love the Moon Light, 
Reflecting the beauty and meaning while savoring all the Moon Night.

A deep Cosmic Blackness pervades the canvas of this great Moon Night,
While God’s grace and love pleasure us with a most bright Moon Light.

Almighty God in Heaven gently modulates the tone of this Moon Light,
Bringing constant wonder and glory to All on this most dark Moon Night. 

My love and I now understand the mystical meaning of this Moon Light,
As we ponder and hold so special God’s emotion felt on this Moon Night.  

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(October 19, 2014) (Rhyme Couplet poetic format)

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Like a Child

When I said what I said I felt justified
I thought surely that God would be on my side
Quoting from scripture I relied on the word
A book filled with love that my heart somehow blurred

I picked up his gift, turned it into a stick
Not following God's lead I made my own pick
Instead I chose to read with encumbered mind
My eyes were wide open, still my soul was blind

Yet within his word my mind would be set free
I learned those other people were just like me
None of us perfect we all have our flaws
We all need acceptance we're not just some cause

Loving each person one moment at a time
When I am not judging, I witness them shine
Each person is perfect in their special way
Accepting like a child I learn how to play

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The Dog Days of Summer

We let down the top to soak in the sun
Now that the harshness of winter is done

As you let back the seat and put your feet on the dash
Saying, “keep your eyes on the road I don’t want to crash”

I truly must admit that I’m torn completely in two 
The coast has its beauty, then again so do you

As the beauty of the Sun is absorbed by your skin
Like a kid at the candy store I simply want to dig in

If life is a candy store sweetheart you are the treat
All the other candy I tasted, never tasted so sweet

The reason I love summer is because of the heat
The skimpier the bikini, the greater the treat 

I can’t begin to express how wonderful you are
Saying, “hey take a look at her I’ll steer the car”

At first I truly had no idea what I should say?
Though now it’s, “ok sweetheart, have it your way”

I think that is because you know these words are true
I may take look at her but I shall forever belong to you

Summer is a time that is as bright as the sun
Out goes the cold as it’s replaced by the fun

We have our barbecues and sit under the stars
Let down the tops and go for rides in our cars

Go tend to our gardens in farmer John clothes
Truly amazed at how fast everything grows

Go hang out at the river as well as the lake
Cover ourselves in oil than let our skin bake

Embrace the moments because these words are true
The days last much longer and the sky is so blue

The dog days of summer I reckon that’s so
We bark and howl at folk we don’t even know

If life is banquet then summer is the feast
I think we should gobble it up, to say the least

Written for john's Summer contest.

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Self Less

Self, behind the glass, seldom seen in shafts of sun
pondering life’s banalities, as from its gifts, you run.

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Across the Page

                                Walking a tightrope across my inner self…
                         Dare to look down pass the pages from my shelf…
                      It tells the story of the mind that sits outside my soul…
            Discolored and torn but the meaning still screams from what is whole…
                       Tiny scars stained by raindrops that never really dried… 
              Washed down my hand and caressed the tears I could never hide…
                                The journey left me crawling for my peace…
                                Onto a table beside a pen I sit and release…

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All that I had, just yesterday
Has suddenly, been taken away
Me yes me, a foolish man of clay
Suddenly I have so much to say
When instead, I'd be wise to pray
Why oh why, me oh my
Take me now I want to die
I liked it better, when I was perched on high
My wings were strong, I loved to fly

I was given much, I gave no thanks
I sat upon lush river banks
My ship majestic, I watched as it sank
Now this world seems cold and dank

My cup was full it over flowed
Yet gratitude I barely showed
Instead of narrow, I chose wider road
My love of self it barely slowed

If only I had seen more clear
I wonder if I'd now be here
Feeling alone and filled with fear
Oh please dear God, I need you near

I heard him say, I'm sorry son
Your life is over, now it's done
You chose your god, I wasn't the one
Love of plenty and pleasured fun!

So down to Hell my soul is brought
A place of pain both cold and hot
My insides squeezed inside a knot
Now what I treasured doesn't mean a lot

From this nightmare, I thankfully awake 
My soul and being begin to shake
Please Lord forgive me, my mistake
Help me learn to give, instead of take!

I try to be thankful every day
With God's help, stay on the narrow way
It's not about me and that's okay
Vision much clearer, when to Jesus I pray.

This poem was inspired by my brother Roy. 
He sent an email that asked "What if you only woke up with what you said 
thanks for yesterday?" what a great question!

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Lama Drama

Thoughts that thrive on scattered dreams
shoot through the mind like laser beams
Hunger echoes a hollow song
Voices merge, intestines long
Lips are dry, and tongues are parched
Memories are pressed and starched
No miming board can take the heat
Hot irons that scorch the hands and feet.

Cold days flow into brackish nights
on borrowed hopes and collared pride
Answers wrapped in braided woes
Crushed, then scattered by angry toes
Worry stalks in cleated shoes
It leaves a track of pallid blue
Just when it seems to reach the rise
It folds then doubles up in size.

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The Jigsaw Puzzle

Have you ever been insane?
Lost inside your own pain

Just trying hard to figure out
What this life is really about?

There are voices up in my mind
Sometimes sanity is hard to find

Whenever I find myself all alone
I keep knocking but no ones home

I study the lines that cover my face
The jigsaw puzzle seems out of place

I don’t seem to know myself anymore
Seems my monkey took off with a whore

The only thing left sitting here is me
And my one-day at a time sobriety

When it all starts breaking down
I am just a ghost inside a clown

But I reckon that too will be ok
Long as I remember how to pray

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I was a bright, outgoing boy, who sat at the front of the class.
Then, one day that all changed, i feared to even raise my hand for a pass.

I had many close friends, loved sports and school plays.
Then on that day fear beset me, and long gone were those days.

I remember my school, i knew it inside and out.
But now i have blank spots, certain things i've shut out.

Thanks to God and His mercy, i don't recall that foul act.
But i know that it happened, no doubt, that's a fact.

Now, to the person who did this, i have nothing to say.
But, my God will remember, and He'll get you someday!

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Heart of Gold

The beauty of life, which is often unseen
I guess each of us has some sort dream

Intertwined with our ambitions and hope
Sometimes it seems so impossible to cope

Some days are blessed others are cursed 
Life; unlike a play, we don’t get to rehearse

With diligent effort we rise up to the top
Refusing to slow down let-a-long stop

Top of the mountain offers a beautiful view
A place to reflect on how dreams come true

I’ve thought it all over and I believe it is true
My dreams are mine and yours belong to you

We have our own path with rivers to cross
We cherish the gain and we regret the loss

Each one of us has our tools, which we use
The right to decide how we walk in our shoes

There will always be those who criticize and judge
Always be someone who holds some sort of grudge

Misery Loves Company is the saying they tell
No one wants to lonely especially sitting in hell

Its best not to believe in good and bad luck
Accept responsibility and not pass the buck

Reach the point where there’s nothing left to hide
That’s when you find yourself beaming with pride

I never look at another to judge my own wealth
I never judge another as hard as I judge myself

Life is a journey, which has a beginning and end
Each life has its own special meaning to send

If I die today, the story I hope my life has told
I measured my success through my heart of gold

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Who I Am

I guess some questions are hard to define
Like the desert landscape I’ve changed with time

I’ve spent my life dealing with a monkey
A dope cook, convict, a worthless junkie

A prison gang member, nothing to lose
Then one day I stepped out of those shoes

Decided to change whatever the cost
Prove in this life, hope is never lost

42-years of living the wrong way
I turned to the Lord and gave it away

I am old and gray with wisdom for truth
I hope that I can enlighten the youth

I serve Jesus Christ for he is my Lord
Picked up my Bible and laid down my sword

I’m a student who truly loves to learn
I reckon in this life, I’ve earned my turn

I’m a man who truly adores my wife
Guiding my kids through the trials of life

A born again christen able to see 
A poet’s heart is bubbling in me

Everything a man could be in this life
Serving my Lord in honor of my wife

A man who made use of all his regret
I’m the morning sunrise, evening sunset

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Nothing To Fear

Way before the sunrise is when I start my day
I offer thankfulness in the prayer that I pray

I do love the morning with its beautiful sunrise
Especially when reflecting off clouds in the sky

My life is a journey with my soul as the guide
What makes it beautiful is my wife at my side

My children are my strength; encouraging me
I make sure that everyday is truly all it can be

My friends are many though old-friends are few
For I no longer agree with the things that they do

I still hold them all in my prayers and my heart
Nothing in this life could ever pry them apart

So what is the story the meaning of this rhyme?
The blessing is there if we just follow the sign

To accept the blessings the place we must start
Just be as a child and look through your heart

Be as a child; cherish every one of your dreams
If you wish to feed the river than become a stream

Everything will happen in its own time and place
You will truly find peace once you’ve found grace

Since love is the place where we all need to start
Remember, be kind and gentle to your own heart

One day, “Old Saint Peter,” will open up the gate
There is nothing to fear for heaven will be great

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The Homeplace

Here further down the hillside slope
Down close to the creek with hope

My husband bought a house, land
Fenced in and made many plans

Subdued the land to cow pasture
And planted a garden, fruit trees sure

Fathered another child to call him sir
The creek seemed to like the stir

Enjoyed the children for a little while___
Loved them so that it made her smile

Today she loves grandchildren the same
No girls there are in frills ___tame

The creek keeps on flowing to the sea
The land is mostly stripped of trees

(This is my adaptation of Robert Frost's poem "The Birthplace".  I hope that it does not insult 
his work.)

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One Toy Soldier

One Toy Soldier

Little toy soldiers are all put away
Training is over for this time of day.
Where do these little boys go now to play?
Away from their home to die in the fray.

Little toy weapons are no longer there
But boxed in attics by mothers with care--
Where keepsakes still hold a lock of his hair--
While rockets and missles challenge his fare.

Little toy bad guys and little toy good
Haze in the distance when misunderstood.
Where fall the lilies on long crates of wood
And each gave their all--as good soldiers should...

Little toy soldiers are coming back home...
Mothers are weeping, laments all alone
Where flags lie folded--the gift of Shalom...
As the long box is lowered...'neath the loam

One little toy soldier is placed on the top
Remembering All--so that None be Forgot.

deborah burch©                            


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The Lull

I seek the lull--
To feel the tranquility of the night
The hush of birds in calm respite
The quiet compose of ancient trees
The muted hymn on dulcet breeze
On quiescent ridge of nocturne quest
Find soothing balm on angel’s breath.
Abeyant mind, free of hurt or qualm
Opens to Christ when faith is strong
Fearfully reached to touch a lightning rod
But found instead, the hand of God.

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Whoa!...To all the evil That we seldom can see is real Whoa!...To all the broken hearts That can now no longer feel Whoa!...To all the tears That to easily begin to start Whoa!...To all the sadness That gets sealed within our heart Whoa!...To all the depression That gets trapped within our mind Whoa!...To all the sorrow That our hearts always seem to find Whoa!...To all the pain, and suffering That cloud up our once bright skies Whoa!...To the veil of falling tears That fall from the angels eyes This world can be a sad, and somber place That on occasion we all shall find Though the best thing to do is wipe it all away Then cleanse your heart, soul, and mind
Dan Kearley: 12-19-12

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The Harmony of Percieving Colors (The Conclusion to Brians Contest)

All the colors that my eyes see
Seem to become a part of me

The red that bleeds my angry days
The gray that shades my darkest ways

The green forest that brings me ease
The purple tracks from my disease

Toni’s black outfit fills my nights
Faith is now my pillow of white

Colors lead to one conclusion
The rainbow is God’s illusion

Through the rainbow what my eyes see
I perceive immorality

For within the words that I write
The will in man to face the fight

To change his life and learn to be
A child of God proud and free

Everyone perceives, as they will
I can only write what I feel

I feel these colors in my soul
God’s rainbow leads to streets of gold

Of all I do and all I see
These colors bring me harmony

Harmonic balance brings me peace
For all my dreams are now in reach

Protected by the flaming sword
I accept Christ to be my Lord

Of all I do and all I feel
I am a servant to his will

It is the Lord who yields my pen
All the glory I give to him

In my words can you not perceive?
Gods rainbow truly brings me ease

Harmony now lives in my soul
See serving God has made me whole

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As I Lay Down To Sleep

As I Lay Down to Sleep

As I lay down and pray
I think of all the good things that happened today

Not a day goes by that I try to do my best
I want to please the lord above all the rest

Wonder if this is my last night
Morning comes and I will not see the morning light

Could only hope that I did all the right things
Left my family in order before I see my KING

We never know the place or the time
Before our saviour calls us home, could be the last rhyme

Guess its only human to think about death
But oh well have to get some sleep, take a deep breath

Written by:  Debra Falgout
October 2, 2012

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In moments when the twilight sparks
To gently flare as dark embarks,
Tender comes eve swinging a hum
While air-brushed clouds, on flight, succumb.

Yet, through the lull of sky, I hear
Their voices billow quite unclear
Whispering mildly, still I know
Those refrains from seasons ago.

Somehow, before the call of morn
When foggy mist glides on hawthorns,
And daybreak hails a new sunset
I trace past journeys now at rest.
Amidst the quiver of my dreams,
Beloved voices float midstream
On to pathways that bless each name;
Marked deeply in my soul, aflame.

Andrea Dietrich's Let's Get Technical Contest
~new poem~

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All is Now

The universe of fear emotes a broken feeling,
 loveless wastelands could hardly be called home.

Conscious rising dreamscapes, illusory revealing:
 the terrified emperor sits naked on his throne.

Such precious time agonizing on his pain,
 he can't receive what he refused to give.

With all his pasts and futures preordained,
 in timeless boundless love God wills he lives.

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Greater Love

Greater Love

I shivered and watched him as the snow fell 
Frail, tattered clothes, bearded, no shoes, but--smell!
I thought--what a contrast--comparing sights,
But love was a lesson I'd learn that night!

Not from plastic steeples or rhetoric,
Philanthropy or emotional trick...
I would learn to look in my own mirror
For compassion, mercy, empathy--clearer.

       This complex multiple of nature lives
       In dying daily to Ego-------Forgives!

Then I saw neither black, white, red nor green,
But only insolence and heard him scream:
"Get away from us! You Freak! Reprobate!"
Then with his cane, knocked him down--oh such hate!

Top hat and tails perched with pride by the door
Assisting the dilatant he adored.
Snow was a gossamer curtain all 'round.
Vision obscured even steps on the ground.

       Lights came from nowhere as they crossed the street,
       Aimed for the dilatant--innocent, sweet.

Watching I saw from the shadows immerge
Sprinting like 'Coldstream Guard'--out past the curb,
That same man, pushing the dilatant fair
Out of harms way as he flew in mid-air.

Emerging unscathed from the ice and snow:
"Who was that man? Tell me! I want to know!"
The crowd huddled 'round like a football team
Gawking with questions of what they had seen.

       A donor card was his only ID.
       No name--just a wish--was all they could see.

Donor card cashed in...Science and query...
A grave in an obscure cemetery,
With small unadorned head-marker amends:
"Greater love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends."

deborah burch©

*For Michael's "No Names on This Love Contest"

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When Darkness Falls

At night rapscallions in my head
Refuse the coal that scorches dread

And peace, however light the touch
Calms the seas where dragons rush

The crescent moon, my dreams aglow
With love so pure, pearl ivy grows

Hurried heart that once sought fame
Must kindle hope nee shatter shame

Above the sky where Angels dwell
My pealing bark in prayer reveals

A moment filled with His relief
When light grows dim

             Doth vanquish


© All Rights Reserved

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A Road Still Driven

                                  I'm driving on a road that pours into the sky...
                            The scenery I can almost touch like paper blowing by...

                                     Your smile is there in the corner of my eye...
                          It's your hand I feel under mine as my fingers hold a cry...

                                    My head rocks back to a chill of being alone..
                             With the window cracked open the air drops like stones...

                                   The rearview mirror reflects all that's not seen...
                         A man touched by life over and over and still doesn't bleed...

                                The clock on the dash never seems to move or trip...
                     I squint into the past and see a soul that was bruised and stripped...

                               And blink into today and the road I drove and walked...
                       But always remembering the place where I sat but never talked...

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On My Branch

                                          Left on a branch that has a crack...
                                    I sit still and stare out to a world of distract...
                               Blissful memories that hold my thoughts with a grip...
                                        As fallen sins still have the power to trip...
                                 I'm excepting the break and the fall that will come...
                                      Having said my peace to the moon and sun...
                                   It's not the drop as much as the snap that I fear...
                              So I will close my eyes and let faith whisper in my ear...

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----- ………………….. Temptation to fall came knocking thrice strong Remembering how we crossed the lines, so wrong Because you were the fallen side of me, A raven angel of venial sins lurking on damned sea Treading on broken glass intoxicated by glitters Of exciting dangers as call of the wild littered; Our minds seduced by sly games uncontrolled Feeding insatiable urges more than life could behold, Until I collapsed, succumbing to black heat Charred , burned from slits of fevered beat. Then , a glint of light where reborn eyes pranced Are where hopes begged for a winged chance, My spine bent to a shape deeply shaded white As if to say, damn! Put your act together and do it right; While from afar, *Angels descending, bring from above, Chiming blurred *echoes of mercy, whispers of love* And in that moment, the raven part of me led to slaughter Tipping my choices to bathe on cleansed waters © …….. .. . . . .. . To Hell and Back for PD's Contest By: nette onclaud

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Some lives are like a stone quickly skipping over the ponds top, forever tossed.
My life is below the surface trying to reach upward with each breathe lost.
But there is still beauty, deep down here in the great depths below…
For the solitude holds me in its grip as I dwell with what I know.

My occasional trips to the surface leave me vastly wanting more…
Still, my life below the surface doesn’t scare me as it did, once before.
And the breaths will come when given, as my life continues to flow.
True it is dark but beauty lingers, everywhere the currents move below.

At times, the surface reflections seem surreal, as if it’s a place not to go.
Comfort comes more and more to my soul, as the deeper I glide below.
Here I dwell within myself, with words, and thoughts, that carry me along.
Perhaps I have found where I truly belong, as I sing my siren songs.

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2012 resolution Vol 3

Another fresh year is here, I would love to banish from my life, worry doubt & fear. I would like to be joyous, true and live life each moment with zest, and give the people around me nothing but the best. I would love to talk, communicate and break mental barriers that are creations, and work hard towards mending broken relations. I would love to tell my wife to give me all her tears and fear, and take from me all my love the loving words she likes from me to hear. I would love to make an effort to be a good friend, to my elder daughter and put all petty misunderstandings to an end. I would love to stop to the people in contact ,the shoving, and spend more time in loving. I would love to stop being disadvantageous and outrageous, and speak only the truth and for that be courageous. I would love to fight my emotions all unfriendly, and cover them all with feelings that are friendly. I would love to learn to be sensitive, and towards others be open and receptive. I would love to practice not to crib about all the things life has not given me, and be greatful for the great things around me I have an opportunity to feel and see. I would love to learn to be content about all I have received, and focus now on giving and helping those, whom life has deceived. I would love to pray for world peace and plant more trees, and work to help out for carbon emission decrease. I would love to learn to be unforgiving, and be more tolerant and caring. I would love to right some of my wrongs, and be true to myself and hum joyous songs. Finally, I would love to learn to be humble and full of gratitude, and to do so spend some precious moments of my day reflecting in solitude.

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The ABCs of Being Human

A is for alertness so you know what's going on.
B is for the brain freeze you get before the dawn.

C is cardiopathy so you can keep the beat.
D is for dampness when your trying to beat the heat.

E is for the exema you try to wash away.
F is when you fail at it and it causes you dismay.

G is always good enough to get you through the day.
H is for happiness when it finally comes your way.

I is for intelligence that you accrued with interest.
J is jubilation if and when you do your best.

K is certainly kindness towards your fellow man.
L is for the living and doing what you can.

M is for the mood your in that seems to ebb and flow.
N is for your neighbor, I wonder if you know.

O is for the one and only that everyone should have.
P is for the peaceful people who soothe us like a salve.

Q is the quick temper that rips apart your soul.
R is the relentlessness that keeps you in the hole.

S is sleeping soundly like a little baby.
T is for trusting, and I don't mean maybe.

U is usually the ultimate goal that we are striving for.
V is for victory, well you know, when we all finally score.

W is wishing for things that we don't get.
X is for xanadu, a land we've not known yet.

Y is for the yesterdays you hope are still to come.
Z is when you zip your lip and everything is mum.

Well what more can a person say to help you understand?
The stage is set, take three steps and come and join the band.

For Cyndi Macmillan's ABC Couplet Contest

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The Reflection

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.

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Nature's Art

There’s no comparison to Nature’s Art;
It’s seen with the eyes and felt with the heart;

I see it in the trees and the ground that I walk,
In the prance of the deer and flight of the hawk;

The unearthly quiet before a thunderstorm hits,
The sulfur and electricity that a storm emits;

The mighty mountains standing tall with pride,
An artwork that can be seen far and wide;

A blank canvas that nature made all it’s own,
From the air that I breathe to a moss covered stone.

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Running for my Life

}*{ A light rain drizzles through the humid morning air The sun slowly rising, as if without a care. Awakening the sleepy world to the dawn of a beautiful day I grab my trainers and im on my way. Refreshing liquid falls ever so smoothly, rejuvenating me Feeling alive, a gentle breeze, feeling free. The coldness emerges from the droplets, chilling my skin Running a solo race, that no one needs to win. My feet hitting the pavement, my body begins to happily rejoice This day is mine, what I do is my choice I run where my heart and soul are joyfully entranced My feeling of freedom, totally enhanced. To where im me and im running free Ill be fine, that I can guarantee.. }*{

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A Poet Looks At 4 AM

The night falls down around me in this poet's reverie.
Words stick to my moon-parched throat until I set them free.

Images of life and love are painted on my heart.
Stars outside my window have their knowledge to impart.

The world I travel forth in has experience to give.
My eyes have seen the glory of this place I choose to live.

And now the daylight beckons from the unforgiving skies.
My mind is full and restless as my pen to paper flies.

Night has flown away but still I'm left with thoughts profound.
This song of life I've written here is making such a sound.

Dawn has broken and I thank God for every given word.
I'm grateful for this chance I have to reach out and be heard.

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A Bitter Plight

There, watch, the clouds part and light shafts blackest night
particles of doss drift through a ray of white.

Ah, revelation unasked for, and unwanted,
coming endlessly unasked, and never daunted.

I see the bitter blight of man's neglect lay
upon the once fertile field of summer hay.

I see a mighty ocean writhe and foam, die
and n'er a voice is lifted, n'er an angry cry.  

I see children put their parents out to die
and parents who accost their children with lies.

Ah, revelation unasked for, and unwanted,
coming endlessly unasked, never daunted.

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The Bird Sings

If I were a bird, would you clip my wings
then cage me away with pretty things?
And, if my wings were to be clipped
why not just burry me within a crypt,
For a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
For to have wings that cannot soar,
then why not nail me to the floor?
Tonight I shall make my final swan song
knowing I have been locked away so long.
For a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant so kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
So still the caged bird, she sings
without her sky, without wings.
Sometimes laments, sometimes sighs,
sometimes she whistles her own reprise.
For a cage is too small for a master of sky
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
So then curious is it, the caged thing
who finds she has the heart to sing?
Because it would seem a great strain
to be caged seems twisted and profane,
for a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
When asked, why do you sing, bird?
The answer is a simple word,
hope, for escape from behind these bars
that keep me caged from the stars.
For a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
Birds should have no master, no kings
and love cannot be clipping wings.
But now it seems I must live confined,
in this hand crafted cage of your design,
but a cage is too small for a master of sky
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
So must I wait for these wings to heal
and relearn how the wind may feel.
If I must be caged, still my heart sings
of the day I can again use my wings.

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The Ever-Present

Light is the Most Damning of Natures Creations,
It Masks Beauty Whereas Darkness Perpetuates it.

                             - The Stars They Shine,
                                             But The Night is Black -

This Space Was Destined To Be Understood By
The Ticking Minds of Sober Gentlemen.

                             - Not A Drunken Irish Boy -
                        - Ceaselessly Inspired by Its Beauty -

The Strings Cast The Vibration Through The Skin,
And the Mind Frees Itself With Anticipation

                             - I Have No Reason To Believe -
                      -  That This World Was Built Upon Love -

The Foundations Beneath Us Quake and Sway, But,
We Choose To Live Above Those Rotten Fathoms.

                             - Ignoring The Ever Present 
                                                 Corruption of Togetherness -

This Earth Spins on Its Broken Axis, Onto a Stage of
Perpetuating Loneliness...

....I Wish I Was Just Visiting,
                        But This is My Home...

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He’d been dead for forty years
But she carried on each day
Got up at eight and dressed
Ate luncheon on a tray

No bride was kissed as well
No groom felt more complete
And one year was their gift
When Fate served them defeat

She should have followed him
But life grabbed her instead
Who is to say what’s better
The living or the dead

Each day as sun drew low
She tossed a glass of wine
Lolled on the white porch swing
And took a dip through time
His shadow found her then
She touched his rugged face
It emphasized the fact
No one would take his place

And though she craved wild nights--
Cold loneliness was cruel--
she lived her life alone
becoming no man's fool.

Victoria Anderson-Throop
12/30/12  ©

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            In a corner of a pleasant wood
            Shimmering with sparkling waters stood
            A languid pond, resplendent in the daylight -
            It shimmered to the light, unmindful of my plight.
            While I here reminisce, wanting to go back-
            To be once more charmed by what I lack.
            But I cannot go back, for there someone
            Had built a wall so tall I’m undone.
            The past and the present cannot meet
            I cannot go back or my memories greet
            I must sit here and write to dreams goodbye 
            and end my days upon a sigh.

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‘’ ‘ ‘ ‘’’ ‘’’’’ Like a lady-in-waiting in rags of night questions divide wrong from right, ripping faded threads without seams as daybreak continues its beams, its beams Again, yearning to taste the thrill of dawn clay feet slowly loitering, dawdling on for crystalline wishes that did not come to pass dazed eyes are now compelled to plead, to ask Was such existence just a dance of mixed fantasy? a fool’s waltz of pungent deceit and treachery a wrenching flood of wasted years cloaked in love masks and bloodshot tears And she hides behind aged trees and edgily slips While salt of pain pressed on Calvary’s lips, an echo strains she may be cherished still that only the cross of doubt haunts her will More shadows loom upon hills rancid green is this a tale of truth or lie, her twilight unseen? she breathes to touch stretched hours of time oh, will she leave or stay; tossing a dime, a dime © ‘ ‘’’’’ ‘ ‘ Contest: Debbie Guzzi’s Tell Me a Story By: nette onclaud

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A Longing

Yet still my heart beats for days now blurred 
Two beats were counted, only one was heard 

We are not even a drop of rain, just vapour 
United to be once more, no clouds can conjure 

All love all liking now lost… forever! 
Dreams and memories, time tries to severe 

Like dew-bespangled flowers alone I weep 
The spray turns to rain, colours never keep 

No longer will I drink your silvery voice 
Destiny meant, I could not make a choice 

A longing and thirst for you I cannot quench. 
The cup floating in air, unable to reach. 

©Holly P. Moore Lines 2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 12
    January 2013

©26/1/2013 Lines 1, 3, 5, 7, 9, 11

A collaboration with my great friend, David Willams, who has not judged me through my tragedy and encouraged me to continue to write.

Two minds thinking in sequence, I dedicate to my son. 

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I am too sensitive, to which I strive to change
I want the love of others, and I crave it in exchange.

Sometimes, I think I'm there, but much to my dismay.
There I go again wondering what they think and say.

Many hours I sit inside myself and over think.
There are things I need to do, and I can't afford to sink.

I try to word things right, but they seem to come out wrong.
This impoverished mind set has to end; it's been going on too long.

I'm digging deep inside myself to find out where this came.
I know the answer, but it's hard for me to place such blame.

I'm a product of abuse that stems from childhood, this is true.
Still I accept she didn't guide my hand to do the things I do.

God, I pray to you right now, to help me to forgive.
Please help my Mother realize there is a better way to live.

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Day by day I have seen myself and you 
With courage fight in the darkness our way through 
I'll never quit and I know that I can be strong 
As I press my way ahead no matter what's so wrong 

I'll just continue in my mind with a song all along 
And always set my goals where I know they belong 
And here in my heart I try to go along with all His plan 
That we can do it I believe and just know that we really can 

I know that you have a bunch on your plate, your heart and mind 
But no matter what's around me be good or bad I try always to be kind 
So many losses in my life I've already gone thru, inside heart so much pain 
But through all this I know God and my faith has kept me and will keep me just sane! 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 


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Reflections Now Seen

                                                 Look clear into your reflection...
                                        The shadows may not be your definition...

                                             They are images of what you fear...
                                         A pleading voice you could never hear...

                                      Maybe a heart from a soul you never let in...
                            You might just have misssed what was behind your sins...

                                     A beautiful smile hidden with a lost sensation...
                                            So now look clear into your reflection....

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         Writing is my challenge each day
     But it's not the words or what to say.

     It is the connection with other writers here
     Because I feel I'm not worthy or equal I fear.

     The talent expressed by so many others
     Often makes me want to hide under the covers.

     The gems that are written and ones that I read
     Are so inspired, personal, and give me a need.

     That's why I come here every time
     To see what others have put in their rhyme.

      Carolyn always has a message for me to ponder
      And others write things that make me wonder.

      I often race to the "New Poems"  just to see
      If by some chance there's one by which P.D has destroyed me.

      And Carol, Bob, Nick, Emily, Wilma, and "the Sweetheart"
      Write things that sometimes I just can't pull apart.

      The Doc has written so many things
      I am amazed sometimes at the thoughts he brings.

      Others are here who write so well
      Their words do me so oft compel.

      For like unto them I want to be
      Writing words that have meaning for others to see.

      Will they be worthy I say when I'm done
      Or will they be read by others, as I've intentioned.

      You know I feel so many emotions just now
      Because of all these writers, I just don't know how.

      For they are a driving force for me
      And part of my challenge each day is to make them see.

      That because of them I have to write
      Sometimes into the wee hours of the night.

      To pick a favorite writer is...well a difficult choice
      So I pick them all, because they shout with one voice.

      "Write, you fool, then write some more"
      Words I hear and cannot ignore.

      So I choose them all...all here in this group
      The ones who have made me hungry for Soup.

      There, I've said it...and you know that's not in haste
      The Soupers that are here are the best of all to taste.


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A Grain of Sand

A grain of sand fell from my hand It came from a mountaintop to be part of this land It was driven by water to the ocean below Then washed upon the land to be what I know It never gives up and it never complains As it’s slowly made into dirt to feed the terrains It will nourish and protect all that grow Bringing life to flourish, where none was before In Gods creation, all it asks is simply to be Why can’t I be more like thee?

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The Doggone Dog Contest


Call me whatever to suit your moods
Lay me out with cuss words, “give me the goods”

Scandalize my name every place you go
“It’s a dog eat dog world” but I hate that flow

So scatter your venom to the four winds of earth 
Burn the night oil you may hang in dirt

While hours creep I lie comfortable in my bed
Dead to this world, I fall asleep, well fed

Like a kid after a long, hot day in the pool
In “the dog days of summer”, keeping cool

Each day with a clean heart, I go on my way
Often, “happy as a flea in a dog house”, I stay!

My preference sometimes is to “let sleeping dogs lie”
As this is one baggage, I will not carry ‘til I die

No lasting affect do your words have on me
Wishing you and yours only the best, you see

I know who I am, and keep malice at bay
Fervently I believe that “ every dog has its day”

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Morning Light

Dense fog lingers and crawls
Forrest trails lead to the falls

Cool shaded streams flow silently
Stars strewn above shine brilliantly

Morning sky flirting with night
Clouds run together dark meets light

Orange Rust Clouds trying to shine
Darkness and time staying behind

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When the air becomes visible - rainbows

The sky on days become too full
And gravity will start to pull
And capture every bubble frame
While popping corks off rich champagne
The trees will fool and start to dance
And still the time on every branch
With baron shrine and fruits to bare
The wind that strokes and blows through hair 
On top-down journeys come to pause
And settle howls with loud applause
Before acceding way too fast
They leave a trail that sprouts from past
Of flitter flatters in delight
And pitter patters out of sight
Extending dreams as arms beseech
To touch the always out of reach
Parting ways, they kiss goodnight
Before the lips close way too tight
The watermarks miraged for miles
With poppy sighs and angel smiles
A substance of the rarest rare
The healing voice of hearts that care
The silver clouds left in its wake
Remain untouched for heaven’s sake
It can’t be met from anywhere
But viewed to share the secret stare
and ponder why it’s so reborn
Transparent in its naked form  
It paints the sky with gold perhaps
For all to drink from natures tap
The air contains the future’s plot
Seen at times, at others not 
It’s written in the stars you see
Eclipsed by mind and soul-ar key
Failure amidst surrounds of air
That doesn’t mean love isn’t there

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A New Coat Of Paint

There is that barn again
The red peeling paint shouts

Old worn gray tired it says
Memories running track

Back in the fourties when
Youth did reign rule really

When the paint was new red
Dancing and prancing here

Singing joy fiddle plays
Squares were formed to music

Kicked up her heels in time
Red paint new drew her beaus

Well now that tired worn look
Only need new coat_paint

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Where I am

We played in sandcastles made from falling mistakes...
The water washed away all my sins it could take...
Precious tears that dried before the pain went away...
Now only floating among what never really fades...
Paper clipped to my soul like a reminder that makes an imprint...
I close my eyes to a darkness that was only a hint...
And drift away down a stream to land where I belong...
And scribe tales of love and loss in my own song...

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Divisions Of A Philosophical Mind

Infant mind preferred scientist the best Whose brain worked off beat beneath a bird’s nest. Alas! Time told that I wasn’t at all gifted by god, So it was inconceivable to befriend sin, log and mod! Then was the school life, amazed with pilots and aero science, Flying free with strong wings was definitely nice! Someone told that people with hi-eyepower were not allowed The excuse was enough to drop the dream of being pilot-renowned. So I participated in school dramas with a secret fervor of acting, I was tired of seeing more and more talent; and decided of quitting. Music then became a part of my life; I started listening to all kinds I failed a school audition, so further working on it would be a sacrifice. So I began to grow tired of this endless game; grew tired of being tired And went on and on, writing this poem without fear of being fired! Because I had learnt my lesson too early, yet failed to see I had not There would certainly be better; hope was still to be the best shot.

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The Gift

If only we could fly above the treetops
Or wander down the endless plain.
Take wing beside the golden eagles..
And wander through a cloud of rain.

If  we could brush the snow capped peak
And tumble down the canyon narrow..
With wings of gold brave restless waters
And quietly join the swooping sparrow.

Man was endowed with heart and mind
To think, create, remember, and to love
And yet one gift was saved, not for us
But for the birds that freely soar above. 

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    There is a spirit that watches over you
    In the daylight hours, and nightime too.

    You may not think that they are there
     But there is a way to make you aware.

     I learned the name of my angel a long time ago
     Because I was interested and I wanted to know.

     His name is "Maximus" and is with me here
     To learn of his presence once made me fear.

     Because what you do is watched all the day
     The angel keeps tabs, God finds out that way.

     I guess you think I'm being naive
     Trust your faith, if you believe.

     If you want to know your angel's name
     There is a way to find out which is no game.

     Say a prayer for three days in a row
     And after each time ask him to reveal his name to you.

     If you believe in him he will tell you true
     If not, he may be silent to you.

     I know of others who have tried this I can say
     Some, have learned the names of their angels this way.

     When you pray for their name do not think it absurd
     Some, I know, will hear that singular word.

     It won't come as a shout from heaven on high
     But rather as a whisper, when your angel is nigh.

     These spiritual beings are here for us all
     Sometimes they wait just to here us call.

     And when you do wouldn't if be grand
     If you knew the spirit's name...who behind you stands!

     Try it and see if you think I'm fooling around
     Be honest with yourself with both feet on the ground.

     As someday that spiritual angel you will greet
     Wouldn't it be nice to be on a "first name" basis when you meet?

     And if you try but do not hear their name
     Keep on trying because your conviction was lame.

     I know many will think I'm crazy with this
     But knowing my angel's name has brought comfort and bliss.

     So try it yourself and see if in kind
     If your angel will speak to you...they really don't mind.

     Because then a dialogue with them you can share,
     Even if they never speak again,  you'll know...they're there.

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Immersed in the sound of the low rustling wind
Memories and places they haunt yet again
Passed by so quickly as each falling leaf
Drifting and flowing on an unyielding stream
A current to carry from birth right on through
Filling our moments with cares which ensue
A mind lost in remnants of lovers and friends
Babies and children and time long since spent
Familiar, intangible, just out of reach
Longing for ghosts that my heart doth beseech
Winter is looming and summer is past
A time for remembrance the years gone so fast
Beauty is captured in my last breath of life
The sparkling colors in the warm golden light
Do mimic the glory and wonder be told
In those bright days of autumn and a life to behold

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Emotional Stew

What is emotional stew, you ask
Describing that is in itself a task 

It's a motley mix of chunks and bits
In a pot of feelings where everything fits

Sometimes the batter will taste so sweet
When joy and relief make up the meat

The stew can be peppered with many a spice
Like anger, frustration, and stubborn rice

Or a salty blend with sauce of tears
When sadness combines with multiple fears

The results may yield just one small fault
If you add boredom and apathy without any salt

The coals beneath are stoked to perfection
After dumping in your emotional selection

The stew will boil as the feelings grow
Just mind the mixture, don't let it overflow!

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Saw two birds flying together: 

One would swing left and the other 

Would instantly swing to the left

With wing movements quick and deft;

Then the other would swoop  low

And the partner would also.

Who to follow  and  who to lead -

From such decisions they were freed.

What seemed  important  was simply whether

They were happy to be together.

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I Stand Alone

What you see is a hollow shell,
Inside I stand alone in my private hell.

My pain is something I try to hide,
It is kept locked deep inside.

No one to talk to about my morbid thought,
Nor anyone to care nor anyone that can be sought.

On my face you will see a smile,
But inside I have been hurting all the while.

I have sisters who I love dearly,
But lines between us have been drawn clearly.

I have friends, a very a select few,
But they have their own problems they are going through.

I hate to be an obligation.
What I would give not to have that sensation.

I want to be asked about in genuine concern,
Not because you see me as problem to discern.

I know these issues are mine and mine alone,
However it would be nice for someone to just phone.

To ask how I am really feeling,
And not take the crap that I have  been speeling!

I want someone just once to say
That they thought of me today.

That they want to know what way went by,
That caused me to lose the twinkle in my eye.

I ask about everyone because I truly care, 
But feel like I am not really all there.

Is it too much to ask
For someone to forget about the past?

I know that most of this is my own making,
But it is still real, there is no faking.

One day I hope to have that sparkle back.
But 'til then I remain still at the end of the pack.

Still a hollow shell,
Still alone in my own private hell.

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Second Chance

When death came, I declared that I could not leave soon
For I had not seen the summer flowers in bloom

Starting them from just a seed back when there was still snow.. white
As they began maturing, I could tell each one on sight

Just large enough to be transplanted that spring day
The blooms were visible in thought only, in May

The angel came in early morn to take me by the hand
I bid him let me stay because my life was just sand

Now I have a new responsibility here
Down where the flowers bloom and to me are so dear

Life is not just about the house, washing the dishes clean
It's about love, our fellowman;  only a few I've seen

Thank you death angel for letting me stay that day
I'll give this life that I've got left the best day's pay

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Today I stopped along a roadside path,
Drawn to swaths of gold and blue.
A calliope of yellow mustard, with hues
Of purple vinca, and wild sweetpeas too.

Harsh winter rains lay this hillside bare
But nature’s will the landscape overcame.
No artist’s brush could best this scene
This painting with a grass-green frame.

My burdened heart beat with hope anew,
I felt the dark and troubled day recede.
Perspective gripped my tired soul,
And gave peace to a heart in need.

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Washed Away

Dont despair that I dont miss you
  want to hold you
wait to kiss you
  I cant see you , I can feel you
with a heart line I can reel you
   Right back in just like the River
HOMOSASSA taker, giver
   In some light you flow beside me
seek to steer me, move me, guide me
    To a place I cant remember
Like a glowing, dying ember

    Of a time I cant recall 
But I know you have it all
     Saved on waves of long ago
Washed up somewhere I cant know
     Where each tide must rise and fall
Some Lagoon where nightbirds call
     Everyone sits 'round the glow
Waiting for someone to know
     How to read the map to find me
Even I am left behind me.

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How long......will this sadness last
   how long will I live in the past

How long....will this nightmare stay
   how long...before I pray

How long...'ere the sun breaks through
   how long 'til you make all things new

How long....until I realise
   never to receive..other's lies

How long ?

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Another Day.....

Why is everyone so surprised,
To learn of the pain I have disguised?

They say that they had not a clue.
They always say"Who knew?"

They had not a single notion,
All the tears shed could fill an ocean.

They all want me to put my heart on my sleeve.
Why so again everyone can just leave?

They say my soul I should bare,
Yet they as well never share.

I am just going to be by myself.
My heart will be placed upon a shelf.

I am hurting way too much
No longer want to feel or touch.

I have made my many mistakes.
This is my life, that is the breaks.

I have many sins and many regrets,
Never shall I allow myself to forget.

All my pain and all my endless sorrow 
Shall raise its head again on the morrow.

It is mine and mine alone.
I should not grumble or even moan.

One day the sun will surely shine,
And I will no  longer whine.

Til then I will just silently scream
And pray this is nothing but a dream.

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In A TIme

In a world filled with lust and sin,
People knock, but can't get in.

There is no right, and there's no wrong.
There's no perserverance to carry on.

There's no happiness, and there is no sorrow.
Folks look forward, but not to tomorrow.

Uncertaincy grips you as you proceed with caution.
Victories are won, but not very often.

Now is the time of broken hearts,
When folks move on, and don't get very far.

Where you want to hope, you dare to dream,
And everything in life is more than it seems.

A time in life of missed opportunities and lost chances.
Where people no longer believe in "love," or "romances."

The world once known has come to an end,
And a 'new,' less appealing one is about to begin. 

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Love, Hate And My Fate

In my quest of life sublime
I face a mountain I must climb

There dwells up inside of me
A growing amount of hostility

My anger is growing day by day
Regardless of the prayers I pray

Like two grinding tectonic plates
One is love and the other is hate

As the plates slowly grind away
Price of hate my love must pay

Like a beautiful exotic dance
Hate is held in dark romance

Like a lone mountain flower
Love shall hold mystic power

The two sides of a single face
Only one can rule this place

Off to hell fallen angels go
Is this the fate of my soul?

Is the meaning of this rhyme?
Bound by the hands of time

For all to hear and all to see
Love and hate each dwell in me

Love and hate each have their goal
I wonder, which shall win my soul

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My Favorite Thing

My very favorite thing in this life
To simply sit and talk with my wife

About our day or perhaps the past
Planning ways to make the future last

We are beyond desire and lust
Our loves more about friendship and trust

Mornings we share our coffee and toast
Night we cuddle who we love the most

To others eyes it’s amazing to see
To us it’s simply how life should be

She worries because I’m always so ill
Proud I never let it break my will

My mission is clear; journey is true
She motivates me in all I do

I fear my health is slipping away
Getting hard to make through a day

Honestly, I don’t know if I could
Without her love I doubt if I would

Lately, I feel as though I may die
Things are happening, I don’t know why

What makes me strive to do my best?
It’s for my wife I must pass this test

My favorite thing to do in this life
To simply sit and talk with my wife

Wow, that made me cry! All at once 
my blood sugar has just started falling
off the charts. By that I mean with a
completly full stomach it will just drop
to 60. They are going to start running
test today. Sorry about the poem. I sat
to write a happy poem, however, in the
ways that matter it is happy. At least I
never have to face these crisis alone. 
I love you all. For Farrah's contest.

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Living the Dream

My nightmare is 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 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" 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)

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Robin Hood

Of all the trials and test this year
A lot of nerves, a lot of fear

By the grace of God I’m here to tell
It all ended up going very well

If life is a journey, school is a maze
A wonderful way to spend your days

So much diversity, so much culture
Feels so good to no longer be a vulture

Picking scraps up off the bone
Heart encased in a block of stone

I simply love being tender and true
Like a billowy cloud in a sky so blue

Floating on air for the world to see
Like a peacock strutting proud as can be

Yet, forever humble and forever true
Eyes no longer red they’re clear and blue

No longer living all tired and funky
I kicked the crap up out of my monkey

Kid’s gather to me like chicks to a trough
I welcome them in I never shrug them off

Which is truly as strange as strange can be
I once would have said, “Get away from me”

“Nothing in me should be considered good”
“You’re looking for a hero, I’m no Robin Hood”

Today, I’m first to school and first in my seat
With exuberance for life, which can’t be beat

With kids gathering to me looking to study
Listening in awe to their gray headed buddy

I’m forever speaking on life and all that it entails
Guiding my younger friends down happy trails

Being very careful to not criticize or judge
You can’t help someone holding a grudge 

I tell all the youngsters with a heart so true 
I traveled one hell of a road to get to you

I have a single goal before I enter my grave
I want to teach you all how to not be slaves

Don’t let fears and addictions control your life
That’s an endless road of sorrow and strife

Make your dream and grab your star
Let the world see who and what you are

Whatever you do, do it with a smile
Life is truly a gift enjoy it for awhile

It feels so strange to feel so good
We all have it in us to be Robin Hood

I dedicate this poem to all the youngsters
who come over to my house to study. You
know, I never would have dreamed that I
would be considered a good example. It's
truly amazing what the Lord can do in our
lives. The correlation I'm speaking of with
Robin Hood; is that we all have it in us to 
take from the bad and give to the good.

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Betrayal is a subject I know to well
A one-way ticket to a place called hell

Whatever the case when trust is lost
A piece of your soul will be the cost

Be it by a lover or a dear friend
Regardless it will lead to the end

Something as special as it can be
Tossed to the side for pure misery

Built on treachery and based on a lie
No doubt all of the blue has left the sky

As the sky turns dark and sheds its tears
Shame and guilt fill the guilty with fear

My friend turned me in; ratted me out
I was found guilty without any doubt

What happened soon as I hit the pen?
My girlfriend up let him move on in

Full of hate and driving on the yard
Hands of fate played a beautiful card

He got busted one very beautiful day
Right to my yard they sent him away

Scared to death and shaking like a leaf
He walked on the yard to my disbelief

I was due to parole the very next day
Yet off the SHU they shipped me away

One of those things you just can’t let go
Regardless of the price and cost to the soul

You know sometimes choices can be real hard
When you’re a junkie walking the prison yard 

Written for the Betrayal contest

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Happy Birthday Carol and Antoinette

April seven is joined together in two special ways
My wife and Carol Brown were each born that day

In so many ways, they remind me of each other
For each one has the heart and soul of a mother

Like a great big clown riding a little bitty bike
Antoinette and Carol are the type we naturally like

Two separate women who hold pieces of my heart
Although, each one holds a completely different part

Antoinette was able to see what no one had seen
Inside of this nightmare lived a very beautiful dream

Carol’s beautiful heart was able to help me to see
Poetry Soup was exactly the place I needed to be

Two very different women with two similar souls
Played significant roles in my reaching my goals

One helped me piece together my shattered heart
The other helped me keep it from falling back apart

I think I’m truly about as lucky as any man can be
There are so many different people care about me

Carol is just one of many I love here on the soup
I’m lucky to have landed in such a beautiful group

Carol, never doubt the truth in these words I say
This is the highest complement I could ever pay

To be written alongside a poem with my wife
Means “I Love & Respect” every drop of your life

You’re the very first to have landed in this spot
Old friend I reckon that means I love you a lot

April seventh I’ll proudly find my knee’s and pray 
You’ll have a wonderfully blessed special birthday

i wanted to write Carol a Happy Birthday poem
but I wanted to give it special meaning. Anyone
who knows how much I love, admire, and adore 
my wife; knows that for me to place someone in
a poem alongside her, is the highest complement
I could ever make. Carol thank you for the love,
friendship, support and prayers you have given me 
over the years. I'm very honored to be your friend.

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The Wind I Rode

The wind I rode was a northeastern gale
With a downpour of sleet and balls of hail

Wind at my face, plummeted with ice
Whore for a friend, needle for a vice

I was as lost inside as a soul could be
As the war forever raged inside of me

I once blamed the Lord for my fate
I was full of anger and living on hate

Then one day something happened to me
I said, “Forgive me Lord and he set me free.”

My body blasted with tattoos of hate
I accepted the Lord and changed my fate

Since then my life has been really cool
Bought me a home and returned to school

I love my children and adore my wife
God has blessed me with a wonderful life

And I’m positive these words are true
God’s there waiting to do the same for you

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My Treasure Chest

I have a box upon my shelf
Containing precious reminders, of life's wealth

My very first bible, I got when I was nine
The very first book, that was just mine!

A plastic cameo, my mother had
And wore in 1958, when she married my dad

A purple painted rock, made in pre-school
By one of my brothers, because he thought it was cool

A poem my sister wrote about petting a mouse
And memories of growing up in our drafty old house

Coins from foreign places, gifts from "adopted" children, who called me mom
While attending the college where I worked, now they've graduated and gone

A blue visitor's pass, from the ICU
I wore everyday, while God healed my mom, thank YOU...

Stained and crumpled letters, from war zones, afar
Words written there, the most treasured so far

Words, longing for home and things to change
And for another chance, to help rearrange

To convince people to throw out things that mean the least
Making room inside their chest, their heats, for peace

Now, I have a few things that really shine
And enjoy the bling, wear them from time to time

But they just hang around, here and there
If I didn't have them, I wouldn't care

Before this life of mine is through
I may add to my box another thing or two

But, these treasures I keep upon my shelf
No one would want, except myself....

Donna Jones

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Defining Time

We are all children held tight in the arms of time
As it passes we must learn to grow and then read the sign

Eventually time becomes master to us all
For one-day father time will be making his final call

Wrinkles come with wisdom we earn over the years
They glorify our laughter and they signify our tears

Time is the one thing that can break down the most vain
They say time has the ability to heal any pain

Time is forever it is as vast as the sky
You will never defeat time no matter how hard you try

Spend your life living and cherishing the time you have got
Because one day your time on earth will end, like it or not

These final words that I pen are the swish of my sword
Time is a living entity we all know as the Lord 

For Brian's contest

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Sharing with My Mother

The more I try to reassure my mother,
The more she suspects...

The concerns and cares I shoulder,
I conceal and collect.

Her ears keen to the notes I offer,
My anxiety she dissects.

Taking on more as I grow older,
Less her fear affects.

Understanding her and less eager,
I share all; she accepts, connects.

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What A Friend Should Be (A tribute to John Barns)

My friend John Barnes is as special as can be.
When it comes to friends God sure blessed me.

There are some things we lose, while others we win.
Some games we play lead us into sin.

I’ve have been lucky enough without any doubt.
I have a friend who always helps me out.

He drove across the state to find me on the roam.
Said, “get into the car I’m taking you home.”

He never once asked for a thing or questioned me.
I reckon that’s how a good friend should be.

We worked together off and on, our entire life.
I’m on number eight, John’s with the same wife.

John and Lisa have most certainly had their fights.
In the end they always do what is right.

Work it out, stay together, never giving up.
Realizing they already have a full cup.

They have raised all their kids, which should include me.
I reckon that’s how a parent should be.

John’s not really my dad but he is my brother.
He’s a friend to the end like no other.

A perfect example of what a friend should be.
That’s what John Barnes has always been for me.

From the start of the game to the end of the show,
John’s been the friend who has never let go.

He has stood by my side through thick and thin.
I’m very proud to be a friend to him.

Through the love of my friend I was able to see.
This is exactly what a friend should be.

You guys know that twinkle that you see in a star.
When it comes to life that’s what good friends are.

John Barn's is my best friend. Him and I met in the Oilfields outside 
of Bakersfield where he still resides. We worked together on many
different jobs together over the years operating heavy equipment. I
reckon I was about 20 years old when I first met John and Lisa, his 
wife. I haven't had 8 wives but I have 3 had wives and 5 significant 
others during the time we have all known each other. I'm very lucky,
as well as, very proud to have had them in my life. We may not be
blood but we are family. Several times in my life they have opened
their home and helped me. Never asking for a thing or questioning my
behavior. Of course, them I would never disrespect. Not even in my worst 
days. In fact, I never was a disrespectful or rude person. I just had bad
habits. I wrote this in honor of them but it is how I feel about all of my 
friends. You guys all shine in my eyes. God Bless, mj

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Entered in “relevance”
Exit by consequence….

To the measure of temporary.. and unequal flaws,
While passions “unknown” court an unseizeable throne,

Ignite the cerebral and  insight in emerging stages, 
As the “wise” of life contends and contests,

Amid turbulent changes and far ranging rage!
On such signs ends an age...

©Joe Maverick 31-7-2011 copyright:)

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Twenty Five

Creative inspiration
Mixed with gas price inflation
Voluntary solitude
Welcomed ingratitude
Served the homeless in Manila
Then become a homeless college student
And mother in America
Racial discrimination justified
As manager proclaimed Black Girl
Gave Jesus his eviction note
While her abusive ex she couldn’t
Wait to promote
Self-employment had to end
As her car became uncooperative
Wrote poems and created soliloquies
Since the voice in her mind
Had to be freed
Degree hanging on the wall
While debt remained stacked 10 feet tall
Apathy knocked on the front door
While shame and disgust waxed the floor
Dreams of the American family
Burst into flames
Along with the hope of wisdom, wealth, and fame

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A Different Verse

A different time, a different place
A different life and different face

Different wants and different needs
Different values and different creeds

Different Pomp and Circumstance
Different songs and different dance

Different likes and different hate
Different foods on different plate

A different boat on a different sea
A different you and a different me

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Dealing With Matter

Sometimes words skillfully spoken
To play the slots insert the tokens

Pull the handle and play the dare
You really believe the game is fair?

You believe all is fair in love and war?
You believe in what you’re fighting for?

Lets take philosophy just a little deeper
Climb the mountain that is a little steeper

As you’re playing this game of win and lose
How comfortable do you feel in your shoes?

Do they fit your feet just like a glove?
As you walk in them are you full of love?

Do you offer your heart to your neighbor?
Is friendship the thing you truly savior?

Each question is another roll of the dice
Before you answer ponder them twice

The game is as fair as you choose to believe
Is not war something that we all should grieve?

If we fight for right what more can we do?
The longer you wear it the comfortable the shoe

May our shoes fit our feet like our souls fit our skin?
Let us all meet each stranger with a heartfelt grin

Let us show our neighbors the beauty of our love
Let our lives represent the good Lord above

What you believe is real is what’s on the platter
For all is an illusion when dealing with matter  

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                                    MATHEMATICAL EQUALITY OF SEX

                                     In a scholarly rag the other day

                                  absurdity came blazing in my way--

                                   drivel,  i knew but tripped my mind
                                   (like a shoe stumbled over, left behind)

                                   "Lovers Lie"--a fact kids know--

                                   but now deemed science--books say so--

                                   the fact amused me--made me pause

                                 was why it mattered--what's the cause?

                                   when asked about love acts and mates

                                     (tho chastity's unhinged it gates)

                                    both males and females fib--it's said

                                 (tho now--who keeps the score in bed?)

                                      males multiply for grander fame

                                  while females play division's game....

                                 which proves--with textbook certainty--
                                    we've reached--in Math--equality!

          V. Anderson-Throop

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What Do I Know About Being German

Born American, sixth generation of great-grands all German,
not much liking sausage or sauerkraut, English speaking all the way,

except the Germany of my ancestry was fought over and broken
so I’m a bit of France, Germany, Poland, Hungary all the Holy

Roman empire, dissolved down, fought over, egotized, horrified 
and remade Into some new state where English is as common as German.

We share a love of flowers in the face of cold and rain, I drink less beer
and wine, meet up somewhere, anywhere around the world on a beach.

From my parents and grandparents, I know to serve up too much food
seven sweets, seven sours and drink and whirl the night away to a band.

Hardworking sorts, unafraid of a little dirt, loving dirt, the turnover
and young sprout brought to fruit, wearing overalls and then washing up.

To sit before a pressed linen table cloth, served up on the finest china,
the cha in my father’s name, the uff da, and other exclamations.

The morning rosaries, the blessed churches where we give thanks for all good
and the setting aside of pride while we work together to make our food.

Sure there are aprons for cooking. Shorts for summertime. A dive into any pool.
What do I know of being German, not much, it's just somewhere in my roots.

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Magnetic Force

Two magnets on the table lying cold and still,
Having much potential, doing good or ill.

When magnets attract each other, posts tightly bond.
Reversed, repel by the same phenomenon.

We too have potential; our influence reaching out
To our needy neighbors, suffering from doubt.

We also have ability, by equal force betray,
Our closed hearts repelling, turning them away.

By casual observation, persons looking on,
May miss the great sensation of reaching far beyond.

May our vast potential be magnetized for good,
Using our abilities that all good neighbors should.

"Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself.
Love worketh no ill to his neighbor." Romans 13:9,10 KJV

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Not Perfect but Acceptable!

My younger years - I don't know how
At six and seven folks had a cow!

The journey through the mind begins
Do not think the devil wins!

In middle school has a crash
Doing some things rather rash!

In high school had good grades
Then they dropped - almost like Hades!

Drove and walked many a mile
Just to see myself and smile!

God rescued me and set me free
From a thing called apathy!

Love God's plan - it makes me smile
To think of things that are worthwile!

I might have had to just stop college
But in experience have great knowledge!

Born to help others - don't you see?
I think it is reality!

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FLAWLESS? .................OR FLAWED?

He scoffs at those who must wear glasses
When they check his eyes, he always passes
He can read his book when it is very close
And yet can see so far, that he’ll puff and boast
No spec’s for him, NOPE ! He’ll never need 'em
Those perfect eyes, he’s quite proud of them
They say each one is twenty/twenty
His vision exceeds his age group, plenty!
He brags, and spouts that he can see.....
                  his neighbor’s flaws across the street


But sadly, what he does not see
What are beautiful things to you and me
He only sees when rain clouds darken
He cannot see that springtime harkens
He cannot see beyond the dark
Where beauty lies among the stars
Or dew upon the morning rose
He'll only see where weeds have grown
When harvest moon is on the hill.....
                    he'll watch TV, then take a pill

The things we see, with eyes, aren’t nearly
      a gift if hearts can’t see them clearly

                ~                           ~

For the "Flaw and Flawless", contest by Skat

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A hospital stay

Bland, the colors of the fall inside the stone and pastel wall gentle beeps and colored wires the casters creak; the beds on tires. Leafless air and plastic light intrusions through a starless night mechanics of the flesh intend to find a way to winter's end. Outside, a bold October sky sweet breath of fall is passing by loosing brilliant leaves to dance their final resting left to chance. The deck's been dealt, the final card should fall with cheerful disreguard Yet, I find I'm ever vexed and endless, comtemplate what's next.

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The Library Man

How often do you visit the Library? And what do you see?
I see oceans and seas of books plus a homeless man doing zzz’s..
He’d apparently been reading before, he fell deep asleep.
He can stay there, they say, as long as he doesn’t lie down to sleep.
Sitting up is OK and of course, as long as he doesn’t create a scene.

He’s kind and gracious and a little strange but can debate any role
When he walked over, we had a talk about the devil verses mind control.
Without asking, what he really wanted was someone to buy him lunch.
There’s a McDonalds two doors down from where we were bunched.
I don’t know what I expected when he woke up and looked around.

But when I asked if he was homeless he wasn’t fazed at all.
Yes, I have been for a while, he said, but my boat will soon come in.
And I realized the library is a warm, safe place to relax and to be.
And the librarians seem content to just let him be.
In the end, I was sorry I couldn’t buy him that lunch.

But recently, my abilities to do so had become a little stretched.
I used to buy the books I read… now the library is more my taste.
I just hope if it comes to that… he’ll graciously share this place.
The library even has computers from where you could write.
And the people there are varied and really rather kind.

I’m on the edge but whole family’s once prosperous are already there.
Cheap hotel rooms in even cheaper hotels, once skirted are full.
The jobs don’t pay for anything more. They are: Bitter, Disgruntled, Lost.
Needed are better and more jobs to re-establish the American Dream.
To give them some hope so they can go back there again…
And don’t just act toward them… like they’re your library man…
Give them back their American Dream as best you can.

Voice of Reason Contest

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The spoken word can be lost in silence

But can silence in the spoken word be lost.

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Red Hibiscus

A single red hibiscus flower
Waits for me this very hour
In my garden small and quaint
Reminding me of one dear saint.
Who knew me when 
I was a dream back then
Before my time and hour came
Giving my heart its burning flame. 
While here I rest, ponder and gaze
At this beauty of beauties in the shade.
Amazed at the way it bends in the breeze
As if genuflecting next to me
Hands together, petal to petal
Love upon me gently settles
Deep within my aching heart
Praying for a brand new start. 
Here inside this garden gate  
Where whispers of my mother waits 
With love beyond the grave’s cold ground
In this red hibiscus flower found.   

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Five teenaged lads late on Christmas Eve,
quit playing cards and took their leave.
Got into a car and off we drove
to a hamburger joint with a greasy stove.

After a bowl of chili, one got sick.
The owner yelled out and three left quick.
After he messed the bathroom sink and floor,
I carried the fifth out the back alley door.

The police were waiting when we hit the curb,
booked for underage drinking in their little burb.
They put us in a klink called the Homewood jail,
the accommodations had a bible for those who fail.

They turned out the lights and the locks went klank,
tried looking around but the cells were dark and dank.
There wasn’t a mattress on the steel strapped bunks,
we resigned ourselves to our increasing mental funks.

No one tried to be brave; no one tried to be proud,
time for soul searching and we began crying out loud.
Our demeanor changed after that minor crime,
not one of us in 50 yrs has done anymore time. 

For the BEHIND BARS BLUES contest

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If I Could Go Back

If I could go back to a much younger me
and tell her about all the things that she'll see.

The things I should change and the things I should not.
The things that I've lost, the things I've still got.

The me of sixteen was insecure and shy.
Would she believe what's to come, would she think it a lie.

Nothing turned out the way that she thought
but some battles were won. They were hard fought.

Some things that happened, they were worth the pain.
Many others, well those, I'd not do again.

She had stars in her eyes, the sixteen year old me.
Maybe it's best if I just let it be.

~~ 13/12/2012 ~~

for David Williams "Hello/Goodbye" contest

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Beautiful Day

I once fell prey to circumstance
Took away all of my romance

I bounced around from girl to girl
Learned every oyster has a pearl

Sometimes within the things I feel
My broken heart had lost its will

Lost in the game I had to play
I rode the “Top,” and spun away

Freedom was no more than a whim
My life was looking rather grim

Many lovers but had no love
I had no one to hold above

Many years since I had been free
My monkey had its hooks in me

Then came the day I met my wife
She brought romance into my life

She helped me up then helped me see
The beauty of the soul in me

We have faced so many trials
Together walked many miles

We faced our demons, faced our ghost
Scraped all the burnt up off our toast

Whatever trials we must face
It’s each other that we embrace

For within our love we have found
Nothing in life can break us down

There is no storm that we can’t weather
As long as we are together

Lord this poem to you I pray
Thanking you for another day

Another day that’s full of love
It is my wife I hold above

Trials come and then trials go
Together we reap what we sow

We turn trials into blessings
As we face what needs addressing

We live a very simple life
Together as husband and wife

Within our love it’s clear to see
Everything is as it should be

I just have one thing left to say
Is this not a beautiful day

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Just One Book

If you could choose but one book for all time
Would it be one of poetry, one of rhyme?

Maybe the sacred words of salvation and grace
Of how Jesus died, our sins to erase

Perhaps O'Henry or Dickens, stories told with delight
Even back in times by candlelight

A romance novel to dream of love?
A dictionary, with every word you can think of

Maybe a space fantasy traveling to parts unknown
Or a world history book explaining things already done

Thinking of just one lonely book left to charm
After our world succumbed to great harm

Makes me think I should brush the dust off a cover
And visit these many people and places of wonder

©Donna Jones

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An Old Piece of Metal

Like an old piece of metal all covered in rust.
I am but a shadow waiting my turn to be dust.

Just as card dealer understands the game cards.
I know dying is easy; living with death is hard.

The end of the chapter is but a flip of the page.
Sometimes it’s real hard to not seethe in my rage.

One of my friends just got murdered; another one got life.
As I sit here safely cradled in the loving arms of my wife.

I try to remember the things that I never could forget.
I have finally reached a point where I have no regrets.

They’re things in this life that will never make any sense.
I guess to keep the chickens in you got to build a fence.

I think every soul on this earth has its own special needs.
If you were to stab me with a knife would I not bleed.

I once searched through my soul and taught myself to care.
I may not have much but I always have something to share. 

You know, knowledge is not a fruit that grows up from a vine.
It is something that we slowly gain; through the passing of time.

Our lives are but a series of journeys full of special treats.
These journeys make up chapters of either glory or defeat.

Add up all the chapters and then let the book be whole.
In the end it will be you my friend paying for your soul.

Written for Constance's contest

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An old weary owl

On a moonlit night,, as I was on a search
An this old weary owl, flew down to perch

Startled,  I became a statue, perfectly still
Cast in stone, as I had lost all my free will

My eyes fixed, I saw his and they intrigued
What words he might speak, if not fatigued

This Silence was broken, he spoke as a man
Saying "I'm am nothing to fear", as he began

As I have searched this earth, many a night
For the rats that folly, when the moon is bright

Instead, I see you, a women, creator of life
What is it you search for or are you in flight

Can the hollow feeling inside, from a past strife
Be filled by earths beauty, in the moonlight

You see twilight, in darkness, your hope is alive
Joy again will fill your heart, your baby will thrive

You see it isn't the moon, it's a morning sunrise
Wisdom discerns truth, as knowledge comes alive

As I search darkness, wisdom protects me from strife
Let a wise old owls knowledge, assist you in life

inspired by painting " The owl and the ***** cat"

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Beauty Marks

I like mine!
I think they're sublime!
They're round and dark.
The perfect example of a beauty mark.

They're a connection to my family.
'Cause my aunt has the exact marks like me.
It's funny how similiarites can make you feel special.
The moles are natural marks, not from make-up in commercials.

I know for most people this might seem strange.
At times there marks you'd rather rearrange.
But I really like mine!
I think they're sublime!

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Jesse Cold

Childish playful, maziness heart. . . . A loving touch of lovely art; Won't you see the sweetly trimm'd Everlasting heart been dimm'd? Lovely heart been tucked away Cutting edges, day by day Cov'ring the soul, so brightly lit. . . . With veiling that's so tightly fit But light pours out the lurid sea, Inside your heart shushed silently Hold on to fading gasps of love And all the sweet your heart dreams of

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I just found out

I Just Found Out.

I just found out today, that someone liked my poem,
A little part of me makes me scribble when I’m alone.
Some thoughts that flow within, make me want to write,
Some torment me when I’m awake and usually at night.
I’m not a sad person, but at times I have felt all alone,
Even though I have a family and friends that I can phone.
But it’s nice to look at life differently and with an open mind,
And sometimes I may write something, that others may find
Makes them, look at things differently or raise a happy smile,
I just found out today, I might just do that once in a while. B......... ©....1st May 2013

Entered into the members competition........."I just found out"

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My Talent Search

Everybody has a talent the wise say,
I have seen it proved day after day.

The ways of the Universe are funny,
As easy to understand as a hangover after a single  martini!

Just when you think you have learnt the lesson,
A new twist hits you right from oblivion.

My friend, he sings and strums the guitar,
I tried to give him company, ended up making him a star.

I handled the guitar, tried the rythm
All I managed to do was to confuse him.

He sang a bit, I croaked along,
The applause was more for my walking off, than for his song.

Nowadays I write my poems and have wise people read them,
They review it and laugh their heads off their brainstem!

I dare say my job is to spread a smile and a laugh,
The intention is all there, the 'talent' is the missing half.

I have become the inspiration for many...
I have bagged the award for upcoming poetic  tyranny.

My talent is not for poetry, I have been told,
That might be true, but I have chosen to be bold.

The poetry should go on, so has the decision been...
Shall we settle for two slices of laughter with a drop of wisdom in between?

(My dear friends, thank you for all your comments and words of encouragement and i hope 
this poem supports the fact that next to love, humo(u)r is the most potent and powerful 
emotion worth pursuing. This is my tribute to you,my patient reader.)

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Emotionally challenged as the conflict entails,
Red faced and pacing with swear words that gel.
Fury growing, adrenalin’s rushing tide,
Needs a focusing outlet for the tempest to ride.

If left without stoking, it festers and waits
For the hook that will drop, it just needs some bait.
Strong in the clutches in grabbing one’s heart,
The body’s reaction makes shaking limbs start.

The brain is not thinking when blinded in ire,
Control is all lost if burned by the fire.
Fear that consumes us helps create the danger,
A weapon, destroyer, and it is called anger.

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My hand holds your hand

My hand holds your hand and that`s enough.
In the green`s intervals, the weather is rough;
The blue wind freed its own ghost’s chain
Following the rhythm of the crystalline rain;
With the leaf`s thrill and embrace`s embers
Patient ruby hidden in alabaster chambers, 
Far from the desert of mirrors, standing aloof
As vulnerable as the surge`s serenity`s proof;
Simple surmise falling down with the mist,
Suspension bridge above the yellow East;
Looking from the season `s round roof,
Solitude seems hit by a rueful cold hoof.
Like the violet dawns date with the pale moon,
Chapel`s morning joined the emerald afternoon;
Air angels with white wings are our mates;
Trees beg for heaven to let open the gates; 
We listen to inner chansons sung by Edith Piaf
My hand holds your hand and that`s enough.

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Counting Sheep

Oh fine little sheep
why must you bleat?
When your manger’s piled high
with strands of wheat.  

Think you of the cock
hen pecked by his flock
who must awaken at dawn
to crow from the rocks.

Or the cattle that lo
in their pastures of snow
Could use your fleece coat
when the icy winds blow.

And the pigs in their sty
should  borrow your cry
For their mud saddled backs
must itch as they dry.

But I know why you weep
oh wise little sheep
For you count off the days
‘til your wool they will reap.

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Rebirth and Recovery....A Poem by my husband

Rebirth and Recovery

As I sit in the waiting room of my physician
I contemplate my life’s position
I think of many nights of wizardry and magic
when all it was, was as a life so tragic
I felt as life had just begun
staying high was so much fun
I was young-felt that time was on my side
but time is a funny thing, you see it never stops,
this I confide.
It seems to me that 20 years passed overnight
my youth stolen by a thief in the night.
The thief I speak of is not man or animal,
but an affliction,
You see, it’s a disease called addiction.
It rakes you in with promises of women,
riches and fame,
but when you’re all used up, all you’re left with
is guilt, remorse and shame.
So here I sit in the office of my physician,
listening to him tell me my life’s condition
and how I’m supposed to die of this affliction,
as I choose to live once more.
James David Rider

Thank you all for indulging me, this was written by husband, who doesn't write poetry, not 
until now, and I feel it's something that needs to be gotten out there so here is the first step.

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Always pulling rabbits 
From the bottom of my hat,
Always looking forwards,
Never looking back.
Like to keep you laughing,
Laughing through the night,
Keeps our broken hearts at bay,
Hidden from the light.

more of my poems at:

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Email to Subby Conscience

(Gail's Note: Reply Email from Subby Conscience is the sequel to this.)

To: Subby Conscience
Re: Communication between You and Me
Date: February 4, 2012

Why isn't it easy to call you at will?
Couldn't I just Twitter or email you until
You provide the answer in clear, solid terms
So that I don't have to lie in your chaotic squirms?

Instead, you tug at my psyche
And laugh at my logic.
You taunt and tug at my struggles
And sap my dream tonic.
You expose my repression
While disguised as a friend
All the while sneaking around 
In my personal REM.

A swirl of feelings
Interferes with the theme.
Makes my heart pound and pound.
Makes it seem like a scheme 
To interrupt sleep 
And destroy my 8 hours.
To wither my psyche
And sap super powers.

And then comes the waiting
Sometimes for years
Of what this all means
Could it always be fear?

But unknown to you
Over time you are helping
To harness the pounding
And process all my days' yelpings
So that I can function in the AM and more
While you are repressed as
I cozily soar.

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All the colors that my eyes see
Seem to become a part of me

The red that bleeds my angry days
The gray that shades my darkest ways

The forest green that brings me ease
The purple tracks left from my disease

The black that dresses my hearts delight
To my faith which is a pillow of white

All these lead me to one conclusion
The rainbow is but another illusion

Written for the first part of Sir Brian's

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Into The Grey

                                                       INTO THE GREY

                                            Two raindrops melt into the sun…
                                                Like tears flowing left to run…

                                           Erosion trickles where it can’t hide…
                                        Glass after glass I’m still on your mind…

                                       Screaming under water without a sound…
                                        Sliding deeper into fear with no ground…

                              I came through the glass with scars that made a mark…
                                     Each telling a story from where I embarked…

                                    As unforgotten nightmares still find their way…
                                         Most now do fade into a world of grey…

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Going To War

The phrase, "going to war", has always had ominous and forbidding qualities that can 
reverberate to the very core of the soul. Experiencing such an ordeal has its own legacy. It 
differs from person to person in varying degrees and the anticipation is usually far more 
negative than the actual arrival into the area of conflict. Though each war has its own 
realities with which to deal, it is not the war addressed by, "Going to War". The poem reveals 
the war within when the psyche literally battles with the 'unknown' in its struggle to accept 
the actuality of an event feared and imagined.

The eastern sky grew dark with night, The west held light of day. A lonesome plane in westward flight Was taking us away. When orders came for Viet Nam And all the names were read, They may as well have dropped a bomb, Or shot us there instead. Some few had been to fight before But most of us had not; Had never dealt with death or war, Or fears of being shot. Our words came scarce and laughter naught, Concern was quick to grow. The doubts and fears we all had brought Seemed primed and set to blow. A wave of silence dashed our youth Against the rocks of war, And in its wake, the naked truth; We're little boys no more. The time had come to set aside The games of yesterday, To give our step a longer stride, To learn another way. Now doubt looms dark and ominous, A vulture from the blue, That preys upon what peace remains, From all the things we knew. We pray to soothe our fears and dread, For rest to ease our mind, For guidance through the war ahead, And mourn the 'world', behind; And that one day we'll understand Why people have to die... Still, time grows near when we would land, The miles were flying by. The windows fog with quickened breath In our descent to land. We all are sure a brush with death Is very close at hand. We watch Siagon come into view And wait to feel a blast; Then hold our breath, as if on cue, When wheels touch down, at last. The war, for us, has just begun; Our fates seem so unsure, But we are warriors, every one, Resolved we will endure. ©1971 by Jim Fish

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No Reflection

She slithers with niceties, fangs intact
Stealing your gaze with her manipulative act.

Can’t see her reflection, for there is none, egad!
You search for her heart but there’s none to be had

Does she think we don’t see her behind her wall
Waiting in lurk for a poor soul to fall

“Come my pretty” while casting her curse
She shrieks without warning a venomous verse

who created this monster void of a soul
not seeing pain in the hearts that she stole.

rival of angels, friends with the troll
hideous features, her looks on parole

am I being judgemental in making this claim
or am I just truthful with no one to blame.

She says "oh i'm sorry did I hurt you my dear"?
Her spiteful rhymes tell me, her aim was quite clear.

So slither on elsewhere to some other place
For I have no room for incompetent grace.

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There is a lot to be said about the spoken word,
But sometimes it takes silence to be heard…

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Unconquerable, William Ernest Henley

Dust never settles on my back
Nor does rain on my nose
As the demands of the day persevere
The quietness of the night strengthens my soul

Pain is a stimulus of sorts
A constant reminder of my work still to be done
Time has indeed served as a mirror of my mistakes
Yet I persevere until the battle is won

Visions of Heaven delight my heart
The heat from Hell has changed my ways
Neither mediocrity nor hate shall enter my house
For the pursuit of wisdom marks the rest of my days 

As angels do not sing me praise
Nor shall I hang crucified for my wrong
My life shall stand as my judge 
My life and faith shall be my song

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Facing Mortality

Another passing, quiet tears
A time of reckoning, a few more beers
Once wooded, now populated, concrete
Where crickets chirped, now a street
Dreams dying, goals unreached, a new reality
Coming face to face with your own mortality
Material achievement, awards on the wall
Of no real value, please take them all
To change the world but the drive is gone
There's a torch still burning, can you pass it on
Stars in the sky whose light will not diminish
Journey toward dreams that you'll never finish
There is a peace in memories, pain doesn't last
The future intimidates but not the past
Different roads but the same destination
Reaching back in sheer frustration
Fearing places where we don't know what we'll find
Thinking back to all we left behind
Another passing, quiet tears
A time of reckoning, a few more beers.

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Self Centered Universes

Searching, searching for the core,
to be the root, on we bore.

To see mankind as the sun 
around which all universes run.

Look to Venus, look to Mars
see man’s face on moons in stars?

Personify, all of God’s creation
do we deserve such elevation?

The Man or Sphinx, on Moon or Mars
perhaps it’s Woman who’s gone so far? 

Perhaps, it’s all man’s imagination
Leading us to such egocentric creation. 

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all about Sashi

By Sashi. Prabhu (ZEAUOXIAN)
I am not afraid any more, I am not afraid any more. I have cheated my fears alright, I have broken up with my doubts uptight. I am not afraid any more, I am not afraid any more. I got engaged to my faith last night, I married my dreams at the sight of first light. I am not afraid to get up today, I am not afraid to wake up to another day today, I am not afraid to open my eyes and see today, I am not afraid to climb out of bed today. I am ready to walk into the gardens in the heavy rains, I am ready to open my nose and smell of mud from wet terrain I am ready to face the world all alone, I am ready to do anything to walk up the stepping stone. I am ready to say anything to anyone, I am ready to talk to anyone under the sun. I am ready to yell from mountain tops, I am ready to dive from ravine drops. I am ready to walk for a cause, I am ready to run to protect environmental laws. I am ready to touch taboo objects & subjects I am ready to work on regressions of y on x I am ready to understand tangled issues, I am ready to wipe all tears with tissues. I am ready to taste tropical fruits, I am ready to chop, boil and eat bamboo shoots I am ready to jump out from a moving truck, I am ready to pull my allies from loads of muck. I am ready to be creative again, I am ready to write and spill out my joys and pain. I am ready to sing and hear my own songs, I am ready to correct my own wrongs. I am ready to throw a stone afar, I am ready to play my own music for all with the door ajar. I am ready to write notes about me, I am ready to put them up for all to see. I am ready to whistle whilst I walk down the alley, I am ready to bring out tunes and them create verbally I am not afraid any more, I am not afraid any more.

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Mind Reading

I have a crazy mind that dances to everything..
I read every angle of a word till it's staggering..

Sometimes I crawl behind sentences and hide..
When no one is around I peek and look inside..

There is a need to figure out what is really meant..
Sometimes the answers are not so transparent..

Good or bad I have the desire to explore..
At times I see three words when there is really four..

So this is me, a mind that reads with a poetic stare..
A flaw some may say ,but still a mind that cares..

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The Last Walk In The Dark

Washed away in the rain...
Only scars from the pain...

Trickling down are new smiles...
A soul stretched out for miles...

Bent in two from harsh lonely days...
Those little demons had their ways...

Spikes of fear can never again penetrate...
Pushed to the edge but I will never hate...

A floorless walk over hot coals...
But in the end that's how I roll...

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Softer Than Fleece

I sit on my porch on this beautiful day
I will become this poem prayer I now pray

I have learned to enjoy the simple things in life
My daughter’s smile and the love of my wife

The way the leaves rustle in the morning breeze
God’s music always seems to bring me such ease

I love how the breeze softly kisses my face
Tis’ the natural wonder of God’s embrace

I have learned to love as well as learned to live
You know life’s greatest joy is learning to give

Give all that you are till you empty your cup
Have the heart of a lion, soul of a pup

The beautiful things truly cost not a dime
I’m trying hard to make the most of my time

So many years wasted so few left to go
There are so many things that I wish to know

I learn so many new things each passing day
Sometimes I feel like I’m slipping away

I’m trying hard to become all I can be
I owe that social responsibility

What this poem’s about I truly don’t know
Reckon it’s just another piece of my soul

A soul that has finally found itself some peace
What was once a rock is now softer than fleece

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Tears From My Window

I stood alone by a wall that was grey...
I tried to remember a different day...
With my hands I sketched a window to maybe see...
I felt the cool breeze as the drawing flowed free...
But all I saw was a picture of pouring rain...
And only myself with a paper umbrella as my friend...
I stepped closer to blow a kiss and make for me a sun...
But then the sky melted and the scene made a run...
It washed down the wall and at my feet it wept...
So I crawled back to bed where in the dark I never slept...
As I dreamed awake the rain stopped with the window dry...
But still the floor was drenched from a wall that cried...

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A Page Not Faded

When we pressed our lips together
our tears became one...
We ran so far away but our words
just weren't done...
Across the sea we stay apart in places
we have made...
But on a quiet day you can taste my words 
in a slow cascading shade...
Hands that lost their reach now stay folded
with a pen...
Each side has a smile from days of where 
we've been...
Memories don't dissolve they just get filed
away in our minds...
While others grace the pages in poetry where
my heart you will always find...

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Joyce Johnson Understanding Lady

Joyce Johnson has something common with me
Someday this lady I will get to see

Soon I'll meet a person who understood
All my heartache for in her heart there's good

We'll sit down, settle with mugs of coffee
Talk as we munch on that homemade brownie

Inquiring how she withstood her great grief
Tell me your story, please do not  be brief

She and I will share stories long I've held
We'll drink coffee, eat brownies,  sit a spell

Contest:"First Words Over Coffee"
Sponsor: Michael J. Falotico
Written by: Sara Kendrick

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Mr Inquisitive

Could a scythe cut a slice
from a sycamore tree?
If a bird had no feathers
what bird would it be?
If a square had three corners
would it still be a square?
Will your curls always swirl
if you tug at your hair?

My curls will always swirl
For questions make them so
You will question me ‘why’
when my answer is ‘no’.
If I answer you  ‘yes’
You will question with ‘how’
If a tree could grow knowledge
I'd reach for a bough.

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Reply Email From Subby Conscience

(Gail's note: This is the sequel to the Email to Subby Conscience poem.)

From: Subby Conscience
Re: Communication between You and Me
Date: February 14, 2012

While I sneak  and scheme in your chaotic REM
I am doing nothing more than being a friend.

Those dream-swirls and ‘mare-tugs purge your mind’s eye
so that your psyche can grow and won’t suddenly die.

While you’re gripping tightly to antique feelings that won’t budge
I’m prying them out; giving them a strong nudge.

And as you grudgingly work through a feeling or two
I am working my hardest to make you feel what is true.

I even may help you work out a solution or two
Because during the day you are too busy to.

Who else provides perks that allow you to be
both young and old in the very same dream?

So tell me dear, and answer me this.
What would you do if many nights I missed

And was sneaking around in another soul’s REM
What would your sanity be like then?

Without my help to work out thoughts
That keep you quite sane…

Would you then turn around
And try to cast blame?

Saying Subby’s absence caused you to act like a drip?
Saying Subby’s absence caused your tongue to Freudian slip?
Instead your mind can skyrocket and cozily soar
After I recede in the A.M. and work behind your mind’s door.

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The Blame Game

Seeking to find serenity is a task I cannot take
for most of all it seems to me a mindless missing mandate.

Buddha has achieved serenity, at least that what some say.
Yet, in my mind dear Sylvia* found death in a similar way.

To not exist, to cease to be, will bring the sought for feeling,
many find this door to out, but, it leaves my head reeling.

Can I not change, the path I'm on, can I not choose another?
Will I blame an omnipotent God, will I blame my brothers?

No, I'll accept, live and breathe, the form which I've been given,
and I'll forgive myself each step, and so, I will be shriven.

For I've been made with God's own seed, a God am I so born
I'll not blame another man or take credit from the unformed.

*Sylvia Plath (10/27/32 – 2/11/63) was an American poet,
 novelist and short story writer who commited suicide.

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Life's puzzle

Are we people seeking answers to our lives, hopes and dreams?
From beginnings of our youth, we're taught to plot and scheme

In life we learn to make our place and to maximize our dreams
We work to pay our way, or are we paying for others schemes?

To respect all of the people, who seek prominence and wealth
Learn from leaders of this world, and stack the hand you're dealt 

Your worth and happiness are found by seeking wealth in coin
only a few can take but, all must pay, it's all in the club you join

You sell your smile's for a dollar, and your freedom for your joy 
Fact is your still building monuments for coin collectors to enjoy

Leaders use people in this world, for labor as a remote control toy
push a button, pull the stick, to control each women, man and boy 

Is their similarity, of life and history we've learned from all our books?
This life you've led, was it the plan to leave our children on the hook?

It's said we can learn from our past, to avoid making the same mistake
less intelligence then the ape man, as we teach mistakes not to make

Having the same ideas, of our worth, as when Jesus walked this earth
Do you think the value of our life, is the number of coins we are worth?

Think you've missed the meaning of this journey, ever since your birth?
Our journey is to learn and teach, all the children, not to take the mirth.

In his words, the circle of life is to be followed by heaven, as we all know
with an eternal peace, happiness and joy, without pain, suffering or woe

Instead of chasing coin and following false leaders like herds of sheep
spread destruction and defile the air, sea and land for more coins to heap

Shouldn't we prepare to enter Heavens gate, if this is what we seek?

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A Change Of View And Lifestyle

The mountains arise all around
Her skirts valleys trims that abound

The court house stands antiquated
For years law accommodated

On square few stores in business
No longer the attractiveness

The beauty of the peach trees pink
In bloom in the spring gone in a wink

Packing sheds closed down different now
Lifestyles different as fields once plow

Nostalgia for days of the past
Change is good but will it last

In honor of: Michael J. Falotico
Contest: "A Change of View"
Since I have always lived in one 
place, I wrote about change....

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I hope that God won’t turn His back
I hope the Lord leaves just a crack
Where I may slip within His heart
To beg him for a silver cart.

Please…no gilded chariot of old
With creaky wheels of flaking gold
That split and peel along the way
Then hurriedly fly, to run astray.

Grant to me please mithril spokes
So rancid air’s not trapped nor choked
By thoughtless words of those whose trade
Is flipping hearts to darkened spades.

I beseech and beg for happy thoughts
To share with others who’re distraught
A boutonnière to better cope
A broach for pockets. filled with hope. 

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The Calculation of Loss

I Love The Sound it Makes When The Fingers
Slide String, Switching From Chord to Chord.

                - Like a Straw Piercing Plastic -

Music is My Only Solace, My Withdrawal From
Everything, But it Neglects My Frailty.

                - I Can Hear Their Souls in My Fretboard -

But There's No Sight Any More, No Interaction,
No Touch, No Love. We Are Barren.

                - The Killing of Muses -

The Movement of a Thousand Fingers, Smoothing
Horse Hair Across Suspended Steel.

                - Washes Right Through Me -

They Snuffed out like Candles. One by One
I left Them, and They Went in all Directions.

                - I -

The First One Was an Icebreaker Session,
Right Into Reality, Seeded By Angst.

                 - II -

The Second Destroyed Every Perception
I Had of Love, But I Was So Young.


The Third Made Me Miserable, Masochistic
And Fuelled Entirely By My Loins.


The Fourth, Separated by Inconceivable 
Distance Through My Raw Isolation.

                - So Much Beauty -

But as I Stand Here, Sifting Through Nostalgic 
Debris, I Can't Help But Think... 

...I Lost so Much More.


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The coming spring

I can touch buds on spring flowers as they open to greet the sun
Smell a sweet scent in the breeze, as the darkness starts to run 

feel on my cheek  ray's of the sun as life emerges from their bed
I taste the salt from my tears, GONE, is that what they said? 

If come spring my time on earth, should be ended with one word
I will do my best for family, to teach reason and spread your word

How do I teach family of my knowledge, hope God will please employ
How can this man teach his family, when he has lost all hope and joy?

Can the only one on earth to love or share this sorrow with be you 
Lost like falling leaves of spring, moving only when a cold wind blew

Realizing I'm caught between dying and dead just as these leaves
No happiness or joy just asking why, when, what or if I have to leave

Make good use of this man but, children dying take hope from this old boy
grand-child can't live, why should I survive without love, hope and joy?

Death is a thief of a child

"If spring is all the time I have to finish teaching what I know 
I'll teach what I can of life to my family without shedding tears"

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Shadows Of Me

It's been some time ago I sat alone
Watching mountains swallow a setting sun

Realizing my shadow had joined me there on the wall
I visited my vision before night could fall

Up, was how I was wearing my hair
Empty arms reached for no one there

Dark shadows hid the tears in my eyes
Deep green and sleepy from a day filled with lies

The image appeared startled as I arose
Turning to observe the shape of my nose

As my hand reached toward the last bits of day
Shadow followed me all the way

I force a smile believing God hears me now
Joining in prayer, me and my shadow bow

I wonder when comes end of day
Will my shadow vision stay

For I felt so, not so all alone
When shadow joined me with setting sun

Today is gone, tomorrow we'll see
If my, where my, shadow finds me

©Donna Jones

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An Offering

Sometimes the things that happen, so unexpectedly
Are the things that have to happen, so that we can be set free.

Set free from beliefs that bind us, and blind us from what's true.
Changing us, shaping us, making us, a perfect offering for You.

A perfect offering for you, Lord, is who I long to be.
May all I think, and do, and say, be for Your glory.

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Dehydrate Me

She Sings about Love, But She's Broken
On The Inside Like a Dulling Light.

                - He Lost His Muse -
           - But She Lost So Much More -

Maybe None of us are Talented, Maybe
Love Perpetuates Creativity.

                - Onto a Steel Corridor -
            - Spattered With Broken Glass -

The Only Way Out of This is To 
Let The Waves Lap at Your Feet. 

                - So That The Shoreline Weighs -
               - More Than The Deepest Fathoms -

I'll Play With Fireflies in The Twilight, and They'll
Indulge Themselves in My Eyeline Reflections.

                - Fall To Your Knees in the Water -
               - So That The Salt Stains Your Lips -

Sink Your Teeth Into My Neck and Bite
My Mouth, It Was How Your Back Arched.

                - But Don't Ever Let it Bring You Down -
               - If We Burn, We'll Burn Together, Alone -               

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Collision of Fate

How Long Has it Been Since Two Strips of Red Flesh
Have Puckered and Uttered The Word Blaze?

The Mind is Void and One By One the Carvings and 
Paintings of My Friends Diminish into Obscurity.

                       - Dust Covered Palette -

Father, I model My Entirety Around Your Genius,
Yet The Misery Does Not Subside Nor Relinquish.

Focusing On One Aspect at a Time, The Self
Destructive Pre-set in My Head is Running.

                        - Right On Schedule -

Pain is Relative, I Have Suffered More Than A
Holocaust Survivor and Less Than an Adored Child.

Sometimes The Acceptance of This Insignificance is
Enough To Make You Shine Brighter Than God.

                        - I Hope One Day -

                                 - Our Paths Collide -

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His Truth and the Light

Truth and Light can still make this country really thrive;
even if it seems like the spirit of this country died.

Don't give up fighting, prosperity is still here.
In His Name we have to stand, and in His name there's no fear!

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i know now

I know that I am a lover, 
because I have been a fighter,
I know I am a poet, because I 
had been an essay writer.

I know I am strong, because I 
had been weak,
I know I am handsome, 
because I have girlfriends who 
are clique.

I know now that I am an 
optimist, because I have 
suffered the pangs of a 
I know now am a mercenary for 
truth, because I have known the 
pains of an extremist.

I know I am wise because I had 
been foolish,
I know now I am a saver, 
because I had been lavish.

I know now that I can live a life 
of joy, because I have been 
I know now that I can be 
married, because I know what 
is a divorce.

I know now I can be good, 
because I have felt badness,
I know now I can laugh, 
because I have known sadness.

I know now I can be creative, 
because I have been 
I know now I can be open, 
because I have been 

I know now I am sober, 
because I have been a drunk,
I know now I can perpetuate, 
because I have been a debunk.

And finally
I know now that I can live in 
anticipation, because I have 
lived a life filled with surprises,
I know now that I wear my own 
attitude, because I know what it 
is to live in guises.

I know now…..
I know now……

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In the glowing embers, of an evening fire
There dances the last remnants, of my desire

A melancholy, is stirred by an evening breeze
As my lips quivered, I knelt on bended knees

A lonesome howl, is carried upon the breeze
To fan the fire within, flames were sent to tease

As past thought and feelings enveloped my soul
The emptiness inside raged, spirit out of control

I asked him for forgiveness of my imperfect soul
Even as I tried climbing out of this dark, black hole

The stench of burning flesh, I carry everywhere
Since I fell from your grace, into this pit of despair

Let the fire of life dwindle and as the night air cools
I feel it's warmth leave my body and forms into pools

All I pray is that pain and sadness felt is left behind
Is this really a sane act or thoughts of an insane mind

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Questions Will Come

Preparing answers
For them.

The two of you, you're...?
Yes, we are.

But wasn't he your...?
Yes, he was.

And weren't you only...?
Yes, I was...

Keep your judgements,
We are what we are.

And you know something? 
I've never been happier.

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Left Over Visions

I see all the things that have come and gone...
Left with visions of half smiles that saw their way on...

Sand castles of ideas slowly pulled to the ground...
Disolving into yesterday with just a small sound...

A portrait of me with airbrushed tears on a old smile...
That has outlined wrinkles that came and stayed a while...

In this pile of thoughts there is always a face I can never see...
But when it draws closer, it's clear that it's always me...

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The Pleasure Has Been All Mine

<               I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it's my gift to you
                 Now use it wisely and write about some captioned caught views

                 thus that of an snow-capped mountain with an eagle that soars
                 or white sandy beaches where ribbed tides rolls back to it's shores

                 maybe stars and moon dance reflecting off stilled bay's port
                 in ones head you must determine choice of words to now sort

                 from beautiful to just pleasure does not hit it's mark
                 beneath recant memory that caused the ignited spark

                observer of denial you can not destroy ones voice
                within pens stroke there comes a poet with another choice

                seize the day and come bow to the chosen word of the day
                dont let an overpowering object just get away

Written By Katherine Stella  6/26/11

Entry For A Rambling Poet's

Writing In The Sublime

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"The Personae Non Gratae" (Challenged Persons)

With a heart as good as in heaven,
though detained in earth of love’s leaven. 

For Contest: A Couple of Lines!
In Honor of Brian Strand
Honorable Mention

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Earth, Fire, Water and Wind have knowledge

Is joy found in Thee and thine or in me and mine? 
Whose words teach of the path, my life will define

Is happiness found, respecting all things, being kind?
By seeking a common good of man, with thee in mind

Or by achieving goals, success that will benefit me
Is this the key to unlock the grace foretold from thee?

It seems that many men’s words differ in religious belief
Each group’s path shifts, as when wind blows a leaf

Which men’s words should I follow, whose thoughts are true
Or do these men speak with words, mixed in an evil brew

As I think, ponder, on what path I should follow in life
You guide my direction, as the "Great Spirit", my fife

Let earths wind, water, fire, teach animal, plant and man
All lessons they need learn, from the creator of the plan

All mankind needs your grace to discern wisdom from folly
Some men distort your words to sell tickets on their trolley

With "faster is better" and “giving of your life will be holy”
Beware the cost of the ride, proceed a little more slowly

Wisdom discerns truth, as knowledge comes alive
Let your spirit be taught, before man can contrive

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Jumpstart - collaboration with Poet Destroyer

How did it come to this?
You and me down memory bliss…

Somewhere in between losing myself …
I misplaced the dust remover off my shelf…

Now I’ll march on, like a cheerful parade…
Smiling my big pearly whites, as you begin to fade...

I disguised the use, when you called me a broken down car…
Adjusting all the plugs under my hood, I reached in too far...

I touched and fondled every mound and tendency inside of me…
All my heart needed, was a brand new battery…

I found my own cure, reviving my broken heart disease…
Blocking the sunburn from jumping, on my heart, like a trapeze…

I got rocks stored in my pocket, that came with a guarantee…  
Sustaining weight on my weakened knees, reassuring me warranty…

That I will get through this, without you to drive…
I have a map of the world, traced on my thighs…

You may have held the moon, but not anymore…
There are millions of galaxies for me to explore … 

Once I face the dark and horrible truth…
That I didn’t like who I was, with you… 

That’s why I shouldn’t be starving, for your attention…
When all you gave me, were paltry inventions…

Instead I’ll wave bye, at my shriveled heart’s cost…
And immediately stop sniffing, our love’s exhaust…

In time you’ll be nothing but a tumbleweed …
A random thought I won’t even keep…

When I’m fully restored, you’ll be left in the dust…
And I’ll be stronger than I ever was

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Writer's Block

You know what I hate about writer’s block,
How my creativity is hidden behind a lock;

Time ticks away as I stare at my screen,
My heart beating faster from the strain of caffeine;

The cursor flashing lulls me to doze,
Til a fly lands smack on the tip of my nose;

I swing at the fly and glance at the clock,
How did 10 AM turn into 5 O’clock;

I stand and I stretch and then walk away,
And say goodbye to another wasted day;

Maybe tomorrow will inspire my brain,
Or I could be slowly going insane…

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~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ 

There is a place called Heaven,
that I hope for everyday.
I ask God to help me be a better person
by following Christ's way.

Somedays it doesn't come easy
to find compassion in my heart.
Or show forgiveness needed
to a friend who has torn it apart.

Jesus never said it would be easy
to pick up my cross each day.
Or remember to be thankful, 
and get on my knees to pray.

He said to trust in His mercy, 
and to give it to others in need.
Because of His Love and Sacrifice, 
of His words I take heed.

For Christ is The Bread from Heaven, 
and we are who He comes to feed.
Take part in His kindness and mercy,
from all sins we are freed.

The gates of heaven are open,
the veil has been torn.
No need to sit in sorrow,
no need to weep and mourn.

Christ has risen, 
Yes, it's true! 
Through Him, all things 
have been made new!

There is a place called Heaven that I hope for everyday.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

5/1/11 ~ Divine Mercy Sunday

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His Movements Dance

As his rider gives the judge a glance,
He tosses his mane and shifts his stance;

The winner he is, without a doubt,
He trots in place and then moves out;

Not quite believing what I saw,
I watched in silence, struck in awe;

Almost as if he wants to tease;
He crosses over with seaming ease,

His perfect cadence and fluid prance;
I sat in wonder as I watched him dance.

~Write A Backwards Poem Contest~

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Please Listen/ Listen To What I'm Saying

Listen to what i'm saying, and not just what you hear
Don't jump to conclusions, and freeze me in a stare.

You think you know what's going on, but truth is you don't
So you can't tell me what i'm doing wrong, because who REALLY knows?

For all that matters, I could be seriously hurt
But if i said anything, you wouldn't understand at first.

You tell me what I'm thinking, and why I act the way I do,
Since when do you read minds? Thinking your eyes see through?

Well this isn't about what you see, or even what you hear
This is about listening to what I'm saying, but you couldn't care.

I'm telling you this now, just to be treated fair
Listen to what I'm saying, and not just what you hear.

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Dear Me

December 12, 2012

Dear Me,

Advice to Myself


Go through the open door
Dreams await you and more

Do not be afraid to fail
Learning in the end to tell

Life is hard, education is best
Independence is what I suggest

Some people are not always kind
Do not be rude but leave those behind

Be thankful for your blessings
Remember everything is a lesson

Be creative, experience life, be keen
Go to places you have never seen

Find your true love, your soul mate
You have time do not rush, it can wait

Changes, Suggestions to Myself


You do not listen to your mother
This time make sure you bother

Mistakes will always happen to you
This time a different path you choose

Boyfriends come and go, here and there
Thank goodness the last one you let out for air

Next time do not believe everything you hear
Sometimes people put make believe in your ear

Please do not dye your hair pink again
Leave the natural color or put highlights in!


All these things come with love
Whatever you do, believe in Heaven above.

Love, Me

David Williams “Hello/Goodbye” Contest

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Diverging Cross roads

Lady with expressions of peace, grace and poise Aura of calm, aloof from surrounding cacophony of noise A motherly sculpture stands there all alone Memorable remains of mortal, ages by-gone She oozes all woman-like beauty and charisma Still standing at cross-roads of life, in a dilemma At night, secretly she weeps silent sad tears Drop by drop, dreams and desires flow, washed out by fears A searing pain shoots up from the hollows of emptiness In a world full of people, she's surrounded by loneliness Lest her plaster of Paris mask cracks, as pangs surface above She yearns achingly, regretting her long forsaken love There is sometimes too much worldly, put up at stake Burdened with Duties to perform, sacrifices to make Craving for soft whispers of love, she longs for freedom To love and be loved unconditionally, reign as Queen of her kingdom A contemporary heart tied down at the altar of tradition She'd rather spread wings, soar high in the sky of ambition Not wanting at all to lead a divided soulless life Still went on being the dutiful mother and wife Day in and day out, she spent years of life, pondering Which path of the cross roads to take, ever wondering Until one day God saw this fine woman of Virtue He transformed her then into an inspiring immortal statue Till this day this the gracious Lady at the cross roads stands there Reminding us of such women quietly living among us,everywhere! Yesha Shah for Gail Doyle's "Standing at a Cross roads contest"

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A Fairy Told Me

I asked the  little fairy perched upon my knee,
Can you tell me, what is this Stardust that I see?

She thought a moment, then softly smiled at me
"It is a wonderful bit of magic, a lovely mystery..

It is dreams and memories that you love the best,
And all the amity you have, gathered to your breast..

It is the scent of roses that brings back memories,
And the sound of breezes blowing through the trees..

Stardust is the blanket that keeps you warm at night
And the hopeful smile that comes with morning's light.."

Tiny wings outstretched, she disappeared from view,
Reality? Probably not, but I think her words were true..

For the Stardust contest..

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My Quiet Place

My quiet place is when my son is at school and my husband is at work the house is so quiet at times I can't remember the joy and fun. I get mighty lonesome at times but I know that I will have Caleb home soon and Wayne sometimes gets to drop by and say hello. He comes and goes so fast I get to feeling like we don't connect with eachother very much. 
I get in my comfy chair and open the door and blinds to see the nature outside. Nature is my most written about subject especially the birds and flowers. 
The different colors in the sky and flowers are a great inspiration to me. I know others who can be in a room full of people and tune out life and keep on writing. That is not me.
I need to be in a comfy envrionment.

My home is a quiet lonesome
Other dwellers roam free
My home is lonely with just me
Others don't care to be

Informed of my heart and souls depth
My home calls me to go
Where One knows and is known truly
Beyond the sky's rainbow

For Sara Kendrick's contest My Quiet Place

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You Can't Take Back

You can’t take back the tears I’ve shed,
you can’t take back the words you said!

You can’t take back the loneliness in my heart,
you can’t take back the feelings to depart!

You can’t take back the endless lies of deceit,
you can’t take back the miles of defeat!

You can’t take back the torture I’ve endured,
you can’t take back insecurities you’ve ensured!

You can’t take back the disloyalty to me,
you can’t take back the demeaning debris!

You can’t take back the selfish displays, 
you can’t take back the relationship of decay!

You can’t take back the need to dominate,
you can’t take back the destruction you did create!

You can’t take back the chaos and mental despair,
You can’t give me back, wasted minutes, days, and years!

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Iris of Mahogany

And Although We Weave Webs of Subtle Desire,
Our Purpose is Stained and Therefore Doomed.

                                    - Unalterable Variables -

The Cracks, They Appear, One By One, Turning
Priceless Artwork into Cheap Mosaic Patterns.

                                    - Irreversible Damages - 

Maybe the Tyranny of My Biology Weighing Down
Upon Me, is Worth The Twenty Seconds of Mahogany.

                                    - Inconceivable Time lapse -

Hidden by The Covers and Staring into My Blue
Green Distortions, The Lines Beside her Eyes Wrinkle.

                                    - Irrevocably Primal -

This is Lust Perpetuated by Unsatiated Loins,
The Kind That Leads to Dante's Second Circle.

                                    - Fictional Deterrent -

With Morality Neatly Destroyed, I Run My Fingers
Over Her Silk and The Wrinkles Reappear.

                                    - Fragmented Ethics -

Her Tongue, Fleetingly Touches Mine,
I Could Taste The Reluctant Sweetness.

                                    - Neuron Chastity -

Holding Her Securely From Behind, She Curls
Comfortably and her Heart Beats Through Back.

                                   - Incomprehensible Distance -

Her Pulses Tapped an Indecipherable Morse
Code Through My Ribcage and Into Blood.

                                   - Unintentional Communication -

Biological Algorithms Converted The Nonsensical 
Pulsing To a Glass Clear Reflected Reality.

...A Reality, I Could Not Call Home

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Maybe it's too soon

We speak words of wonder
We speak words of doom

We wonder why we fight again
Maybe it's too soon

We have thoughts of beauty 
We have thoughts of technology

Our thoughts are disrupted by the constant technological barrage 
Ironically the ideas that created this technology were applied in a garage

Not in a fancy office with a worlds worth of knowledge just a click away
The thought was that this technology would help us evolve as a race

It has in many ways however it's stagnated many lives
With the ease of technology today the general public have closed their eyes

To the corruption that runs rampant in so many forms
To the possibility that we can rise above the norm

The situation isn't hopeless
Just start to think about this

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Out There Somewhere

I know you're out there somewhere, perhaps wishing on a star.
Probably dreaming, just like me, but I don't know where you are!

I'm wondering how your voice will sound, when you whisper in my ear?
How our loving arms will feel, when we hold each other near?

I'm hoping that our hearts entwine, when passion takes control,
and if it does, I know sweetheart, true love will soon unfold.

I wish to wake-up by your side, neath a galaxy of stars!
I know you're out there somewhere, I just don't know where you are!

Ralph Taylor
Challenge - Max 8 Lines

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"God's Bad Rap"

Love is Christianity not religion
Religion is devised of mind mischief!

Love dwells not religiously in a mind of mischief
But a mind swells religiously in it’s mischief!

So renew the mind to be Love’s kind
Dwell not religiously in the mind!

Folks, Love is all the reality there is
Not of ego of mind’s show biz!

Temporal lessons of life a quiz
To teach your mind where your Love is!

Your mind displays your tree of death
And by it’s tongue accomplishes it’s quest!

Speak now or forever hold your peace
Good advice, first determine your yeast!

Is it religion or is it Love
Of the mind or of a heart of Love!

There is no power but of God’s Love............................................(c Ro. 13:1)(I john 4:8)
Love, the power of your choice, death or life!............................(c Deut. 30:19)(Pr. 18:21)

Without the very mercies of Love
Humanity never would rise above!

The being of choice, life or death
Every human being has voice of choice!

Foolish to blame a God who is Love
For the death of your very own voice!


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~ She fondly engraves her signature,’ My Dear Heart’
With poetry that paints pictures, a style setting her apart ~
Those hands gliding with decorative touches and lyricism
So vintage like her soul ~ a woman of depth and mysticism ~ ~

Yet ~ she is more than a top rhapsodist; she is a staunch friend
Inspiring me to dip the quill down to the gut; to soar, to bend
~For word scenes that are uniquely dramatic, funny or divine ~
And every chance we get online, she shares her love of all time

“This is how my day went," ~we laugh and frown about simple things
Making  cyber world so warm, a space of trust that sweetly sings ~
Though I may be a ‘young’ souper, it seems we understand each other
Accepting our moods ~ and rising above petty site issues, rather;   *

*Constance plods on while her melody swoons  on renowned pages
Hosting contests quite strict with rules; but that’s how she really is ~
And now ~  I search for her in the forest of my withering dear heart
~ Wishing she would spring back; oh, don’t you think she must?  * *

                                             ~ * ~

For Cyndi Mac Millan: Missing Souper, We Love You!
By nette onclaud


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Why would I keep your life in the world, when you trying to take mine out? What kind of damn fool I am as lover? I do not know hate? This is philosophy. Heed me! Why would I love you more than I love myself? I am number one; however, you can come next. God said put no man before me. I am in his likeness as a human being. This is philosophy. Adhere! The Lord told Abraham sacrifice no more. My needs must come first. Renunciation is a Buddhist creed. Why would I deny my needs? This is philosophy. Procure! If I am without belief, I lack epitome. Celestial knowledge vested. The universe origin and those that were discovered, is a viewpoint to ponder. This is philosophy. Mindfulness fulfills! Take notice to wrong to make the right. Build a bridge of crossing in meeting of the minds. Consensus is what is desired. This is philosophy. Open your eyes to the love of humanity. The world is not promised to us. Earth is not a sacrifice given by Jehovah. The Lord God Jehovah gave his only begotten son, Jesus Christ Lord, so the earth would not perish. This is philosophy. Values absolute!

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Your Heart I Hold

I know I told you I fell out of it...
       Pride was a wall that just didn't fit...
                Black and white raining memories...
                       Falling slowly but clouding discoveries...
                               Thoughts constructed but a voice with no sound...
                                         Hand written rhymes that float around...
                               Some will sink in as ohers disappear...
                        Most will find pages and land with a tear...
                 Flip through slow and you can feel my soul...
      Swallow my words and your heart I shall hold...


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bucket list of wants

Tons more I wish to do, Much more I want to do, Before I am laid on the pyre facing the sky deep blue, Much more I wish to do………. I want to scale scary heights, I want to bungee jump without any fright. I want to travel rough terrains on bikes, I want to make it through forests and go on long hikes. I want to wander singing songs, I want to sing about how I mended my wrongs. I want to be creative again , I want to write about my joys thrills and pain. I want to pour my heart and passion in my works, I want to write verses & haikus without reactions knee jerks. I want to take many a calculated risks, I want to learn from the entire process without shortcuts or fancy tricks. I want to contribute for a good cause, I want to give without siphoning material or emotional dross. I want to untangle messed up issues, I want to wipe off tears with empathy laced tissues. I want to work on taboo subjects, I want to solve regression of y on x. I want to listen to my music loud, I want to pen my work in a place far from the madding crowd. I want to sow seeds and many a plant, I want to bask in sun rays that into my room slant. I want to drench in the rains, I want to make paper boats and sail them in the drains. I want to pick up from the ground and smell fresh wet earth, And then joyously have my speech filled with mirth. I want to boldly write about myself only for me, I want the world to know me & my mind as they will always see. I want to meet often the persons, who mean a lot to me, I want to be able to emote my passions and feelings of love and glee. I want to be happy about just any small thing, And all this I want to do before the last breath to my nostrils I bring. Facing the blue skies on my funeral pyre, I want to be on the best craft my soul can hire…. All this I want to do very soon, Before sets into me dreaded gloom. But the life I live is taking its toll, I am yet to get out of this oblivious hole. Time is just right to set aside, And take a ride Fulfill my wants and dreams that I nurtured in me to grow, And I had put away sheathed in a cocoon of time many years ago. Now I don’t want a moment long, And I will do what I want and sing my own song, And do what in me I let grow, Many, many years ago.
by: Sashi.Prabhu

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Gods Resonance

There's A Fine Line Which Can Be Traced
Between love and Insanity.

                             - The Division of Gods -

It Spreads itself Through The Air
Like a Cancer To The Flesh.

                              - The Division of Cells -

He's Taken Shelter From The World,
Right at the Back of His Mind.

                               - The Division of Thought -

All This Worlds a Playground, And All
The Children Have Grazed Knees.

                                - The Similarity of the Human -

The Ethereal Bark Stains, Punched The
Time Card in His Memories.
                                - The Manipulation of Nostalgia -

He'll Stand in The Middle of the Swing Set
At 1am, With an Imaginary Sun on his Back.

                                - The Degradation of Purpose -

He Ponders To Himself That Loneliness Has No Alternative.
As He'll Never Share His Mind With Anybody Else. 

                                - The Destruction of Ignorance -

                                    - The Unachievable Bliss -

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Dig Deeper To Find My Grim Reaper

If you could sneak a peek into my mind,
what confounding things you might find,

for there my darkest ponderings lay awake,
silent now for society's sake,

resting whilst consciousness reigns,
making notes of my Id's complaints,

those unsatisfied urges, those murky thoughts,
those suppressed battles I haven't yet fought,

the graphic conceptions ahead of this age,
searing passion and unbridled rage,

If you saw what I can see,
without a last glance, you would turn and flee from me.

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Into the Valley of Death.....A.L.T

What of violence and God, is death simply a part of life?
as each creature large or small lives through strife.

And, righteous wrath, what of its source
a mere aberration of mans faulty mental course?

Surely, some claim to hear the Almighty Voice,
Yet, do they not simply make a human choice?

Violence is brought upon man by man;
how can it exist, we ponder, without God’s Hand?

Malnourished or over stimulated human kind
find murderous meanings in the convoluted mind.

Anger, does not motivate the most High and holy state,
man has given false meaning to accommodate.

The wise will look strongly toward mortal gain
when caught between righteousness and pain.

And speak less often of righteous anger with firm nod
Let man step lightly, for he knows not the mind of God.

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Activity #8

You're the air that I breathe
The calm to my seethe

You're the love that I hate
The one perfect mate

You're the way that I move
I walk in your groove

You're the pill that I take
With all that's at stake

You're the love of my life
Though you fill me with strife

You're the cloud in my rain
Confusing my brain

You're the hue in my clothes
So that everyone knows

You're the hunch in my back
It keeps me on track

You're the word on my lips
The sway of my hips

You're the way that I live
Though it's hard to forgive

You'll be the way I go
For I love you so

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Skipping Communion

O, thy eyes doth not bring guilt unto me,

For neither mine hath cast it upon thee!  

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The Empath

“The Empath”

Fighting the darkness such a futile desire
It was I that once asked that my heart might inspire
Wanting destiny altered..refusing to see
Deluding oneself leads to vast misery
I asked understanding the deep mysteries of time
I have touched divine purpose and all things sublime
So why still do I ask for more answers within?
I must take up my cross that true life might begin
One day darkness, he answered…you’re forever alone,
You are the can never go home.
Why do you wonder if you’re cursed and or blessed?
You know all things beautiful but never can rest
To see love so clearly feel her beauty unfold
You must wander as home sick and give what you know
Your heart is the treasure you’ve paid with you life
The currency abandonment, betrayal and strife
Not for self have you paid, for true love cannot take
To know what you asked ones heart bleeds, it must break
Though forever concealed, it had to be true 
Still you have made all the choices it was all up to you.

Lawrence Schrank

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Morning Light

The gift of dawn I often fight, hiding from the morning light
which silently slips beneath the darkest shades contrite.

Raising my lashes, caressing my cheek, warm on silken sheets,
a divine stretch arches my back, as the morning light I greet.

Footfall meet a sheepskin rug which cushions arch and searching toes,
arms over head, I stretch again, and find a blue terry-cloth robe.

Down miss matched stairs I tread with care to the purr of Smokey cat,
tuna for him, tea for me, a friendly cuddle and a tete-a-tete.

Then out I go, onto the back porch, to an ancient wooden chair,
to welcome the day watching morning birds in the summer air.

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Tea Cup Moon

I accidentally erased this sorry....

A tea cup moon hangs in the sky
Among diamonds glistening in the eye

A shooting star to wish upon
Falling to a world somewhere beyond

Gentle breezes dancing across water
Reflecting moonbeams one after the other

Crickets chirping, bullfrogs singing
In the distance people laughing

Alone on a sandy beach to reflect
Those important things I too often neglect

I'll fill that tea cup moon up with other wishes
And stay here till sunrise releases her golden kisses

©Donna Jones

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The Sower and the Reaper

You’re digging up the garden of you in my head
and taking out the stained sheets for the bed.
I fear the weeds that you could plant again
the thorn that may prick and leave a new stain.
How can I sleep in the bed where you buried sin,
yours and mine, in that game I couldn’t win?
You’re ripping up the bushes or roses and thyme
their sweet aroma of what once I called mine.
I had hoped in this a place that I could put you to rest
but you come with spades to dig up graves once blessed.
You seek the coffins that I hid away in my heart
to redefine magic that you made a dark art.
So you look through the drawers to find the sheet
where you played out the last of your deceit
like a puppet show with shadows, so softly it played
then you left everything here and slowly it decayed.
It took me years to let something new start to grow
to remove those sheets from the bed and hide them below.
And all I have tried to sow, you have moved in to reap
digging up things that are not yours to keep.

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Life is an Aventurous Squirrel Run

I have my Hubby’s steadfast belief in me.
He loves how my poems are light and airy.
He’ll give me an idea once in a while…
Then he escapes to come back, later to read my new child.

He calls these run-throughs a squirrel run.
For they can take off in directions, yes, any one.
Crazy thoughts become crazier still…
And story time leads to god knows, where they will.

My thinking is kind of like chasing around a tree.
You never know where the end will be.
But somewhere I eventually become truly still.
And that is where my Hubby adds into the trill.

Then the squirrel run begins again…
Light and fluffy and full to the brim.
Each day a new adventure... waits around the bend.
Live it. Love it. Write it... You'll be happier in the end.

Contest: Emotion: Squirrelly and fun   CSEastman

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The Ugly Sin

We can't get back the years we have lost
The Demon inside stole you at all cost

The father you loved and trusted in
Took your innocence a mortal sin

Your broken spirit yearns more of the same
Now he tells me... that I am to blame

I should have not left you and trusted him
Denial has ways of making life grim

Now what can I do since he took my child
In ways someone could never take mild

I have no witness but you my sweet girl
Protecing your secret till God's grace unfurls

In bed thinking what could I have done
Of all Ugly... this the ugliest one~

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The Difference Between You and Us

You write ‘find me’ when no one is seeking
and sit in silence when you are speaking.

We can’t erase the memories
and it was a waste of energies.

You’re ready to ask when it’s the wrong question.
You know what to say but you forget the confession.

We can’t erase the blame
and it was a waste of blame.

You wait for whatever judgment will pass,
and sit collecting dust displayed behind glass.

We can’t erase memories of her command
and night by night they stay this hand.

Your heart blooms hope when words were ill spoke
and you laugh along, forgetting you are the joke.

We can’t erase what’s said and cope.
And her words bred sharp painful hopes.

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Journey To The Sun

We Constantly Refine Ourselves, From Head To toe.
The Erosive Qualities of Nature Scrape us Into Frailty.

Viewing Death as The End of a Journey, as Opposed
To The Beginning of Something Spectacular.

               - The Flame Collapses -

The Bearer of All Life and the Initiator Of Creation,
Has Come To Reclaim it's Abusive Population.

We Think in Spirals and Weave Through Untrustworthy
Miracles, Polluting Ourselves With Spirituality.

               - We Are The Damned -

  - And The Fire Will Burn Through Our Skin -

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Toilet Paper

One-ply, two-ply, three-ply, four:
Whether you are rich or poor,
This is something that you need.
Substitutes won’t do, agreed?

Extra soft or without rolls,
Every brand has matching goals –
Do the job and help us wipe.
We don’t need the extra hype!

One conundrum makes folks nuts;
They won’t stand ifs, ands or buts.
(Pun intended) – This harangue
Regards which way the roll should hang.

Is the next-to-follow strip
On the top for you to rip?
Or perhaps it’s lying under
Waiting to be torn asunder?

Everyone thinks his way’s best.
Please comply if you’re a guest.
When you’re on another’s bowl,
Use his method to unroll.

One last thing I’d like to mention –
This is one superb invention;
For without its grand debut,
I can think of one word – EEW!

July 31, 2012

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Loom Woven Significance

This Ground Used To Be Firm and Damp, But Now,
Now It's Broken and Soured Like Sunned Milk.

Tracing The Breaking in The Soil in Bare Feet,
Crumbles the Dirt and Feels Good on My Sole.

Deep Within The Crevasses I Find Myself Scratching
The Walls of Soot With Bitten Nails.

Carving Their Names in One By One, Their Names,
All Etched in Stumps. It Looks Vague, Too Vague:

                - But So is Their Memory -

Haunting, Like The Subtle Crimson Creeping Its Way
Across The Lenses, Tinting Them an Obvious but Shallow Red.

The Recollections Are Like Fragmented Pieces of Record,
Badly Sticky Taped Back Together and Played Faintly.

A Collaboration of Memorium all Reeled Out In Expressioned
Noises. Just Rivets Holding Together Translucent Emotions.

By Finding Them, Their Memories, Their Names, How Their
Flesh Felt Slinking Up and Down Mine.

                 - I Find Myself -

A Determined Spectre of Insignificance Within My Own Mind,
Clawing Desperately at a Fantasy I see fit to Suit Myself With.

The Realisation Sank out of The Sky 
and Under My Flesh...

To Find Yourself, Look Inside The Tapestry of Those You've Changed.

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A Room With No Doors

There is a place that I can hide in...
Its a world that holds past sins...

With walls that let me scream...
With no doors that close on dreams...

Where judgement comes from the heart...
With no blinders to slow my start...

A safe place I can step in and out of...
Where mistakes die, and there's only love...

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Unborn Musings

I dream of my mother's face In her arms a sweet embrace Murmured words I want to hear From her lips I hold so dear... I know nothing of men's wars Or the pain of closing doors I don't know the color of my skin But know the heart that dwells within..... Still innocent in my unborn ways I dream of living peaceful days Some love to hold me by the hand And a friend or two to understand... >center>

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Color my world

the cover at the garden,
leaves on a bowl for a stew,
avocado swaying up on a tree,
the voice of Wangari Maathai.
water running down the stream,
birds singing there melodious songs.
cold porridge on summer,
squishy cough drops,
Grandma's heavy cassava soup.
rolling cheeks due to joy,
penetrating radiant rays of sun
the atmosphere around the forest
Green can cool your day.

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Soul Music

Closing my eyes and filling my soul
Music plays a major role

It's deeply embedded into me
As I become my reverie

The notes waft in,stress does abate
I'm filled with love and peace,not hate

Notes tumble out,joy enters in
The music reveals the calm within

Written by Deb Wilson
for contest "Music And Meditation"
sponsored by Dr. Ram Mehta

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S      O       S

I’m telling you something, this have got to end
It’s not going back to the way it’s been
Can’t buy food and short on the rent
Not running to your house to cry and lament

It has got to change, I declare it now
I’m a vessel of God, bought by his blood
Yes, royalty now, with a divine plan
Move outta my way, I’m walking this land

Rearranging the furniture in my mind
It’s the season of overcoming, opening the blinds
I know for sure the enemy can’t win
Even with the abuse, I’m God’s princess within

I’m waving this flag, in your face devil
Taking a stand, never surrendering to your plans
You may have taken the generations before me
Be assured, there is an over comer in me

Watch me now as I take my place
Leaving the ruins behind, I elevate in “this” place
With combat boots or maybe some stilettos on
I’m all new, redeemed by the blood

The season in my life has changed for sure
No, I’m not the girl you met before
I declare new things, from this moment forth
By the power within- I’ve kicked down the door

In case you are wondering who I think I am
Let me introduce myself to the accusers at hand
Making it clear for you to understand
I’m a Serious Overcoming Sista, and I’m taking a stand !!!

Sharon Hyland

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Inner Gehenna

Over The Past Years I have Become Increasingly Obsessed
By The Fear That Surrounds Growing Older Alone.

However, My Constant Instability, Combined With Intuitive
Intellect, Have Shown Me That To Be Utterly Knowledgeable.

                                 - You Have To Experience Fear -
                                          - And Nourish it -

Where I would Usually Indulge Myself in Repulsing Even The
Slightest Idea of being in Isolation, Maybe it's Become Necessity.

Hell, Maybe I'll Kill Myself Just To See if I've Got The
Necessary Testicular Fortitude To Embrace The Everblack

                                 - There's So Much New Misery Around -
                                        -Mine is Becoming Obsolete -

Nothing Hurts More Than a Summer Spent Fitting Sanity
Back Together Like a Child Attempting a 10,000 Piece Jigsaw.

However it's refreshing to be able to Feel to such a depth
That the eyes become Wet, Narrowed and Bloodshot.

                                 - The Realisation That Pride and Masculinity -
                                       - Is Just Another Product of Society -

Hopelessly Built Upon Thousands of Years of Irrelevant
Hierarchies, Throwing us Back into a Feudal Cage.

We are The Omnipotence. We, The Human. Not Some
Dreamt Up Creator Who Disguises Fear as Faith.

                                 - Maybe This is Hell -
                         - And We're All Burning Together -       

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The Creators of Ruin

It Seeps From Under The Sediment of Pre-Existing
Quarrels, Tapping The Bone in Search of Reason.

                    - He Bites Hard Into His Fingers -
                              - Warm Copper -

His Dreams Gave a Glimpse of Reality, Told Him
To Focus on Nothing But Learn From Everything.

                     - Give Way To The Waves -
                    - They'll Take You From Here -

He Lay on His Back In The Water, Staring At
Moonlit Clouds, Paving His Mind With Philosophies.

                     - Humans Are Creatures of Habit -
                      -That's Why We're All Miserable -

Sacrificing Pleasure and Indulgence For Familiarity,
And Comfort. We're All Creators of Ruin.

                     - Building and Weaving Worlds -
                         - Of Vague Insignificance -

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If I Didn't Think What I Think, Here's What I'd Think

Television commercials do not have any effect on me, Turn away when there’s something I don’t want to see. I don’t possibly have enough money to send to the poor, Would I really miss a dollar a day, now that I’m not sure. Sad, thin dogs tied outside without food, water or a bed, Humans who do this, deserve worse, that shouldn’t be said. People carry guns, just because they say its their right. What do they really need them for, just to cause a fight. Cars are a necessity, we need to drive them everywhere, Using gas daily - can I walk there, share a ride, do I dare. Smoke fills the air but the factories are needed to employ, Profits may be less but the clean air would bring such joy. If I am unsatisfied, I’ll just sue because I could use the money, No wait, I’m Canadian, we don’t sue, we are sweet as honey. I’ll foster a child, adopt a dog and if in trouble call the police, Walk to work, accept less salary and promote world peace.
Written September 7, 2012 For Nancy Jone’s Contest “If I didn’t think what I think, here’s what I’d think”

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'A Home Treasured'

Memories scuffle to be remembered I wish this journey did not have to be endeavored The pictures against the wall Each with its own story to scrawl I can still hear the laughter Something we never use to chase after It all came so naturally This place embraces everything that means family If we close the door today Our hearts might feel a wee bit grey Calling it home was a treasure Blessed was I beyond measure
Contest: A Change Of View 2nd Place

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Tossed in a deep sea and lost…
Forgotten words of little cost…

I stood behind letters never seen…
Hid behind lines that were my dreams…

Thought I drowned in a poetic rain…
Only to awaken without restrain…

A transparent soul no more…
A mind cluttered with rhyming décor…

Speaking in tongue over quiet sounds…
With Hidden messages of faith sent unbound…

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Valentine Romance

Valentines day is always something special to me, I explained. 
So I planned a romantic evening and got ready for my campaign.
The children were at a sleepover with their favorite friends they adore.
So I met my hubby as he came in, accidentally tripping and making him hit the door.
Thank God his head is hard as he hit that, the nearby TV, but very little more.
I made Cherries Jubilee as a snack while he sat there with an ice pack to his head. 
But before I knew it, I’d knocked it over and almost burned down the house instead.
When he finally put the fire extinguisher away…
I got up and got some of the kids’ apple tarts I had made. 
He bit in deep and burned his mouth, declaring he wasn’t hungry and the pain would fade.
Next he decided to go upstairs, but I had put rose petals down everywhere in spades.
And yes you probably guessed it… he slipped and ended up needing a little aide.
At this he decided to take an aspirin and lay down upon the couch. OH  HHWell…
But I knew the rest needed to happen above, to totally create this romantic spell…
I had to get him to the candles and bubble bath, where my romantic dreams still dwelled. 
So I got out some scarves and danced toward him, tying up his hands before he fell.
He never knew what hit him as he was lassoed and gently bounced up the stairs.
I guess I wouldn’t have had to tie his feet… a few words would have done as well.
But you know me when I get going, my mind tends to lose a few brain cells…
He was flustered, exhausted and bruised when he got there, but he’s made of the right stuff.
Though as I took off the scarves, he flopped on the bed pulling the covers over his head kind of rough.
He said he loved me, but living with me could be kind of tough.
He said it was better to leave it to him, for the romantic endeavors and such.
He said he had reservations and play tickets in his shirt pocket for later on that night.
But what he needed now was some aspirin and a few moments of quiet respite. 
So with a sigh he started snoring, and my romantic dreams were momentarily crushed.
I dearly love the man you know. But, do you think maybe I tried too much?

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Death 2K11

Will death show at a moment unannounced? Will utter knowledge bath I post pernounced? Expiration - period? Kissmet Death? Death - a part of life? Life - a part of death? Life - a preparation? Time - illusion? For I know yet not such a conclusion.

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Easy to love
Easy to bed
This is the trap
driving nice men to wed

Easy to cry
Easy to sob
Then he'll be mangled 
Like corn on a cob

Easy to spend
Easy to lose
This is the life
That most fellows choose

Just call a lawyer
He’ll fix it for you
Get rid of the woman
Who snazzles the screw

Pack up the kids--
Send them to mom--
Hope their new school
Has no majors in bombs

Find a new wife
Any looker will do
A paper doll woman
Is easy for you

Work and grow old
It's usual to do
Find someone to hold
Never fret about ‘true’


If you’re a man
With an itch to break molds
There lurks a companion
To have and to hold

Don’t look in a bar
Or pick-up soiree
Stay off of the sites
featuring boobs of the day

haunt musty books
near old movie shows
Find someone laughing
Or blowing her nose

a genuine character
packs humor and wit
When brains are a match
other parts learn to fit

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I Call for You

I call for you and your there
My silent screams heard in the night air

My torment is hard to bare
On a new marriage, this is not fair

A kiss of dew on my silken lips
Lets me know everything is bliss

You come when I call, at work or the store
I know you will be running through the front door

We make love on a bed full of soft blankets and pillows
Touching with fingertips like the many branches of a weeping willow

You take care of me when I need you, watch me when I do not
Just because you love me, without a hesitant or thought

You caught me when the beast almost took me in
You stay with me forever as it has always been.

©Holly P. Moore
   February 2013

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It attacked my life like a swarm of predatory wasps
Anger, regret, pain, confusion, to ruin me at all costs
unprovoked, vicious stings to my soul, many a tear
made me hollow inside, without joy, living in fear

Unable to run or hide for their venom is already within
To snipe at my belief, questions to drive reflection of sin
Should I seek reasons, or find solace needed in a friend
My friends helped win battles, and the war inside did end

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Nothing's really broken you just don't know how to proceed
You're scared that your dreams are over if you can't make what you need
Life hasn't been that easy but it's never been that hard
It's always you and your efforts that leave you bruised and scarred

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Prayerful Contemplations for a New Year

Dare we wear the frocks of an old year’s passing
into the new… threaded deeds overlapping?
Or bare we anew on fresh laden free wings
the beckoning’s to come of much newer things?

Shall we leave behind what’s said and done
or let them follow… raveling threads undone?
As the coming year, now, knocks at our doors
shall we journey unburdened to newfound shores?

Our inner self charged with tasks overbearing
discarding the cloaks of last year’s wearing
A few days to spend lamenting past distractions
prayerfully packing for the coming attractions

How beautiful the thoughts of renewed attiring
hopes and dreams budding with faith aspiring

© Debra Squyres 2013

 May the coming New Year bring you all that you need
 and may love always resided within your heart's door
 Happy New Year to one and all !!

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Subliminal Prison

Subliminal messages driving me insane
I can't seem to stop them from entering my brain

When they send me their messages it's loud and clear
I wonder how it's possible others can't hear

I am the main target they're directed at me
I'm not paranoid if you look close you will see

Words to a puzzle that have been carefully placed
Answers they discovered as my life has been traced

They know all my habits the preferences I hold
If they push the right buttons they know I'll be sold

The smart phone they sold me is one of many tools
I keep playing their game without knowing the rules

I'm feeling helpless a little out of control
Subliminal messages attacking my soul

Time to reconsider what's important to me
Then I can break away and become truly free

With new smartphone technology they can track where we are and
customize information on screens in stores to our specific interests 
based on our buying habits they can learn our preferences, for music
fashon and types of travel as well as food and dining preferences.

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Ambivalent Heart

Funny how a fickle heart works:   
always pining for what was then 
and loving to hate this moment,   
oft returning to way back when.

Regretful of all that are gone,  
dismissive of the present day,
it cannot wait to get past now
rushing forward to get away.    

But wait until tomorrow comes      
when today is a faded memory, 
heart will pause foolishly longing 
for that it cursed just yesterday!

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-Silence is Only Golden, To 
                       Those of Us Who Can Hear it -

Even in The Pitch, The Rumbling of Nothing
Stirs Up The Voices Behind My Eyes.

The Virtuousness Withers as My Patience
Rots Like Wilting, Weather Beaten Wood.

             - I Love How The Creative Brain Studies  
                                Academic Precision as if it Were The Enemy -

And There it is Again My Friend, That Voice
Which Whispers So Lucidly, " You're Alone" 

It Strips The Oils From Your Skin and Turns
The Eyes into Harnesses of The Dark.

              - The Strain of the Dilation Dries The Liquid,
                                 And The Hollowness Overtakes The Mindset -

Trapped inside a Head That Doesn't Want You
There. Sharing A Skull With The Devil.

The Searing Heat Creates a Deep Scar, A
Comforting Recognition of Overcoming Pain.

               - We Tend To Fear What We Can't See, But
                                 I'm More Afraid of What's Staring Me in The Face -

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Was a time --not long ago
When you begged me sweet and low

“Cast your net upon the sea
Quickly,darling, marry me!”

My heart caught 
and in a minute
My life was soup
And I was in it

A fair eyed man means dangerous shores
& I'm adrift-- mid rocks galore

On a current, flashing fins
You cast your line--
And hook sweet sins

And, at work you cannot think
When fishy eyes blink out a wink

Even friends are not off limits
When tides wash in the vodka gimlets

Do I hate you, yes, I could
Do I hate you, no, I should

A straying man on marriage seas
Navigates adulteries

When asked to re-chart his course
He usually stomps and screams “divorce”


Mixing metaphors and such
Keeps the critics out of ruts


Straying husbands/shagging rabbits
Cannot/willnot change their habits.

Victoria Anderson-Throop
Oct 10, 2012

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Flying With The Birds

If I were to believe in you, would you believe in me?
If everything that I promised you actually came to be

If I were a beautiful rainbow, a reflection in the sky
Formed by the rays of light as your tears you cried

Sweetheart I am just a simple man with a complex plight
My blessing is you’re here with me, as this quest I fight

Sweetheart you know I’m a warrior, though I live like a ghost
I fight and write living my plight, inside the belly of the host

From shore to shore, a forever war, that will never end
Just today I got the word the host has taken another friend

Another soul another goal of course another wasted life
God I am a lucky man to have become one with my wife

Pains insane it shreds my brain and tears my heart into
I’m left here asking myself, “Was there anything I could do”

I have to write a eulogy though I just don’t know what to say
Here is a soul, another hole, for someone who lost his way 

Sobriety is really great but at times it is truly rather hard
You watch them take another friend and plant him in the yard

Another smoke, another joke another party has reached its end
Here I sit in a spiritual pit feeling totally lost about my friend

I hope someday someone reads what I say, takes another course
Pass on doing that shot, love it or not, death upon the black tar horse

So I shall write my Eulogy falling to pieces about my friend
Who made fun of the man I turned out to be, until the very end

But that’s ok it was just his way, right up until the day he died
The one true light shinning bright, lives inside of you and I

So will all of you join with me let your spirits pen my words
About a beautiful soul, who found his goal, flying with the birds

Very few people in this life that I love enough to let make fun
of the changes I made in my life. Addiction (The Host) took 6
friends in 2007, 5 in 2008 and this is the first in 2009. He didn't
overdose he was shot a couple of days ago in Chico, Ca during
a home invasion robbery over his heroin debt. I used to always
pay his debts when it reached this point with bags of Meth. This
time I couldn't go there for him and now he is dead. This is my
life, my gift and my curse. God Bless you all, mj

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Silver Strands

Each year silver strands of sunlight become woven into my hair.
Just like the silver strands of sunlight that help bind us everywhere.
They light our way before us as we stumble forth each day.
They slowly lead us forward into the paths of great byways.

God sends these silver strands that slowly build a crown upon our heads…
And they are earned with the wisdom, learned throughout the years ahead.
The strands will weave a family, and unite us to others, too.
For they are the strands of love given to both: me and you.

Love and work together is how they are slowly earned.
And the weaving is slowly done as we add others in the sojourn.
But how are they bestowed as so slowly woven into our lives?
I would say it’s given by Gods divine grace, in time.

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To Fall or Not

                                           Not sure if I'm climbing to get to the top...
                                           Or if there even is a place for me to stop...

                                                Maybe I'm just running from a fall...
                                       Or I can stay in the middle just to watch you all...

                                         My fingers are red and my grip may slip free...
                                                If I drop, I'll pass all those before me...

                                              To lay under the sun may not seem real...
                                                But under the rain is where I can feel...

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Out of the Same Mouth

I wonder what would Jesus say
If He were to walk into the fray
Would He point and accuse
The volatile atmosphere confuse
Would he spend time to malign
Place on forheads, the devil’s sign
Would He just point and then jeer
Behind cupped hand, at others sneer
With sealed lips would he stare
Would his children, He compare?

This is what I believe He’d do
When He walks into the milieu
With tears pouring from His eyes
Burdened down by all the lies
He’d point to His wounded side
“For EVERY sinner I have died!” 
That means me, and that means you
No one is perfect; I thought you knew
Oh, how His heart breaks every day
From the vile things His children say
With the same mouth they bless and curse
All this only make the matters worse…
The blood that drenched the wooden cross
Was not meant to be spilled for loss
It cleanses sin with crimson glow
And makes each heart as white as snow
The Book of Records is in His hands
We all will meet that book’s demands
We all must answer for what we’ve done
Standing before God’s only Son

So here is some advice from me
If you want to taste eternity
Make amends and apologize
Be justified in heaven's eyes
Then close the book and walk away
And for the hurt ones pray and pray
Only Jesus is without sin
Invite His Holy presence in
Forgive, forgive, and then be done
Tis with His love that hearts are won.

Eileen Manassian Ghali

“Christ Himself did not suppress one word of truth, but He spoke it always in love. He exercised the greatest tact, and thoughtful, kind attention in His intercourse with the people. He was never rude, never needlessly spoke a severe word, never gave needless pain to a sensitive soul. He did not censure human weakness. He fearlessly denounced hypocrisy, unbelief, and iniquity, but tears were in His voice as He uttered His scathing rebukes.  He wept over Jerusalem, the city He loved, that refused to receive Him, the Way, the Truth, and the Life. They rejected Him, the Saviour, but He regarded them with pitying tenderness, and sorrow so deep that it broke His heart. Every soul was precious in His eyes.” (Desire of Ages)

James 3: 8 – 11: But no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison.9 With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse human beings, who have been made in God’s likeness. 10 Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers and sisters, this should not be.

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Finding Peace

I walk among the weathered stones, Contemplating my life alone; Staring into the vanishing light, Praying for the courage to face the night; Fearing the endless days up ahead, I’m stuck here alone, no friends but the dead, Trapped in this place, never to be freed; I was deserted by all in my hour of need; I look around but no one is there, Filling my lonely heart with despair; The soulless blackbirds fly overhead, “Tirzah” they whisper, my name brings me dread; I’m stuck here alone with naught but my fear, The path to my future remaining unclear; I cling to the memory of my fading past; Hoping that I can find peace at last.

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"Lies" lies create havoc, they have short legs built to crumble, like square blocks in round pegs. lies fashion tales as rumors take flight destroying the soul and a life overnight. lies harbor falsehoods to trick and deceive erasing foundations of truth to conceive. lies infect lovers in romantic romps infesting the core of trust as on the heart, stomps. lies demand urgency to lie yet in vain speaking ill words and causing deep pain. a harsh reality determines and dies for a mouth has the power to damage with lies.

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Angel Dust

Lonely and dull was the path Seeing the way, none could laugh Disease hung in the air Life seemed to go nowhere Of what use would be living If maimed, none would dare to be boasting Desperate was the current flow When hope sparked us all in one go Dust flew in from the skies Dust came in without any ties Angels cried at our plight Saddened at our darkened sight So they gave us a boon, Stardust, sparkling, in the heat of noon Silvery, shiny, deep with hue Lyrical, magical, it seemed not true Those who did inhale the dust Could do nothing except to let go of their lust Life is meant to be lived Life is meant not to be re-lived! So, come, let us sing and dance To the name of faith, in all abundance!
15 October 2012 Anoucheka Gangabissoon

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Precious Things

I will talk with you of precious things,
The sunsets' hue and birds that sing,
What children did and adults do,
And teaching babes to tie their shoe.

That time is worth much more than gold,
And greater still - someone to hold.
Health is not so over-rated,
Biggest regrets? O'er those I've berated.

To spend an hour with my niece
Is like another puzzle piece,
The real measure of a man
May be in how he takes a hand. 

How dawn and dusk partner their color
And share that with an ardent lover.
That tiny bloom so trodden on
Could still bear seed, even looking wan.

A child dancing with Elmo and chasing the dog
Is better than coffee at cutting through fog,
Anticipation's not better than the event,
And moments together are time best spent.

I've learned I'm not completely whole,
That television can't fill my soul,
And what I've been and what I've done
Have been negated by the Son.

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Humanity Memoria

Periodically Taking Part in Realistic Endeavours,
He Slowly Collapses into a Respite Dream World.

Shaken So Heavily By Common Impurities That
His Judgement is Only Perceivable in Silence.

Entwined To a World That Has No Purpose For Him,
His Relevance Falls From Him and He Loses Grip.

            - He's a Walking Cliché of Misery and - 
          - The World Doesn't Want Him To Forget. -

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Perfect Morning

I awaken to the lovely snorts of my sweet English bulldog, Frankie sits up in my bed, legs out, looks sort of like a frog. Toddling down the stairs assessing the light from the window, We know whether the trip outside will be short or rather slow. Terrified of thunderstorms, she’ll do her job with no delay, But she’ll wander and sniff, taking her time on a sunny day. While Frankie smells the grass and deposits her little gift, I make a tea and look out over the river, it gives me a lift. Blue Herron feeding and carp jump, the temperatures scorch, Cardinals, Bluejays and yellow Finch fill the trees by the porch. You breath in the fresh air and appreciate the nature present, Peaceful and filled with hope, its a typical morning, no big event. I refill the bird feeders to keep my feathered friends coming back, Then Frankie and I go inside, mornings we’ve perfected the knack.
Written August 9, 2012 By Lee Ramage For Francine Robert’s contest “A couplet- morning”

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If there are boundaries in my loving you that  must be set,
I'll put them in that place where sky and ocean blue are met.

If those honeyed words of you that from my tongue do spill,
I"ll put them in a box of treasures and take them out at will.

In dreams there are no boundaries and I may touch your hand,
And hold it tight throughout the night until the day commands.

When comes the final boundary before that shadow place,
The image that I"ll take with me is of your smiling face.

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The joys of flesh, a smile to wreath the maid of morn
an inner world to project out, of holy chi we’re formed.

No need to cling like over ripe fruit to a heaven far above,
We we’re made of silver stardust and we were made from love.

Look not to moon or sun to see, look deep to questing heart,
hug the night with outstretched arms, the dark’s another part.

Gifted are we with all we need, this is no metaphor,
we have a heaven here on earth, yet still we ask for more.

Be not the spoiled and soiled child tired of his toys
mature, grow up, grow inward, see all your heavenly joys!

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Once I was initiated.
Then I made it.

Once I was negated.
Today I am contemplated.

Now I am a jazzy lady.
They call me Classy Daisy.

I'm upward bound.
I'm never down.

I am so amazing.
I am sophisticated!

~Rhyme Battle! (Round 3)! Free Poetry Contest Entry~
~Entry Date: March 02, 2014~
~Motif: Rhyme Couplet~

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Our secret pact

 Written on 7th may 2012

The three of us, I don’t recall the time,
when we first met I shared all secrets of mine.

One of them I realized began to befriend me about an eon ago,
the other one I recall was with me since puberty, constantly seeking a glow.

The three of us made a pact for me to move on
but now it is only me and the two of them gone…………..

One was the inner me
and the other was the man in my mirror I envied to be.

But now it is three woven into one
and it is the new me.

As we draw our pact now and here
Would love to banish from my life, worry doubt & fear.

Would like to be joyous, true and live life each moment with zest,
And give the people around me nothing but the best.

Would love to talk, communicate and break mental barriers that are creations,
and work hard towards mending broken relations.

Would love to tell my wife to give me all her tears and fear,
And take from me all my love the loving words she likes from me to hear.

Would love to make an effort to be a good friend,
To my elder daughter and put all petty misunderstandings to an end.

Would love to stop to the people in contact ,the shoving,
And spend more time in loving.

Would love to stop being disadvantageous and outrageous,
And speak only the truth and for that be courageous.

Would love to fight my emotions all unfriendly,
And cover them all with feelings that are friendly.

Would love to learn to be sensitive,
And towards others be open and receptive.

Would love to practice not to crib about all the things life has not given me,
And be greatful for the great things around me I have an opportunity to feel and see.

Would love to learn to be content about all I have received,
And focus now on giving and helping those, whom life has deceived.

Would love to pray for world peace and plant more trees,
And  work to help out for carbon emission decrease.

Would love to learn to be forgiving,
And be more tolerant and caring.

Would love to right some of my wrongs,
And be true to myself and hum joyous songs.

And finally, would love to learn to be humble and full of gratitude,
And to do so spend some precious moments of my day reflecting in solitude.

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I stand alone on this deserted shore Its flooding toxic tide I genuinely abhor It's time; time to "Heave Ho" to a sober land With tide in ebb, I leave my bottle strewn strand And so begins a journey with no real end My sanity, my soul, both on the mend

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Calamity the Uppity Clam-1

I found myself within a shell
Upon an oyster bed.
A wayward clam stuck out his foot
And struck me on the head.

Hit by this sea of insight
Pearls of wisdom, so to speak:
If  barnacles grow on your backside
That clam'll think you’re a geek. 

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The Dream Stealer

Past midnight hour, there’s no dreams to keep 
The labyrinth walker has stolen sleep.

The keeper of the deepest dreams
Lets not the dreamer dream it seems.

The labyrinth walker stalks the mind 
Dreams locked away one gropes to find.

The deepest dreams the inner most desires
Kept locked away until memory tires.

Searching for that dream so deep
The one that is the one to keep.

The dream keeper steals and locks away
You pray you will dream it another day.

The labyrinth of the mind is deep
The deepest dreams are there in sleep.

But deep dreams bring desires too
We grope but lose like morning dew.

Through the labyrinth of passages in my mind
searching for dreams one hopes to find.

Stalking and stealing ones dreams you see 
Because the dream keeper is really me.

© 13/11/2012 ~GG~

Entry For Deep dreams Contest .

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A Shadow Of A Poet

Lonely days with sprinkled words. 
Endless whispers barely heard.

A shadow of a poet in the rain. 
The pencil drips to keep him sane. 

Chiseling a rhyme on a drowning paper. 
And then brought to life for me to savor.

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Kennel Bridge

It Trickles Down His Walls in Thin Sheets,
His Confines Broken By Light Rainfall.

               - It Soaks In -

He Assumes The Foetal Position and Pulls
The Covers Up Passed His Collar Bone.

               - The Lines Don't Match Up -

Wincing at Various Thoughts That His
Mind Conjures Up, Reliving History.

               - The Light Breaks His Window -

Reminds Him That Those Who He Had Loved,
And Those That Had Abused Him.

               - Walked Under The Same Sun -

His Body Remained Peacefully Still as 
He Sank Deeper into Himself.

               - Moving in His Thoughts For Hours -

The Only Place Where Solace Seemed
Existent, Behind a Mould of Replication.

               - He Walks With Her Hand in Hand -
   - Sleeping With Her Under Stars of His Own Creation -

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Two Fingers Further

She Struggled With it, Like a Bad Dream Looming
Over The Thoughts of an Innocent Child.

As Her Mind Led Her To Dark Places She
Stroked The Inside of Her Thigh...

                         - An Uncomfortable Pleasure -

The Hard Wooden Pews Were a Cold Reminder of
The Twisted Nature of Her Memories.

The Warping of Her Religion Writhed Around Her
Sexual Promiscuity, So She Just Lay There.

                          - Staring at The Crucifix on Her Wall -

It Took Hold of Her, Her Heart Smacked The Red,
And The Endorphins Released in Their Gallons.

She Could Feel it in The Pit of Her Stomach, She
Felt The Rushing of Moistures Slowly Building.

                           - She Placed The Cross in Her Drawer -

She Didn't Want a Demi-God Witnessing The Act,
The Defiling of Sexuality for Personal Invigoration.

The Idea of it Was More Than Enough Stimulation,
The Soft Textures on Her Skin Made Her Mouth Water.

                            - She Embraces Sin -

The Faster She Moved The More it Built and Built,
Until The Pinnacle Moment Where Movement Became
Time, and Time, Became Nothing. 

                - A Universal Ecstatica Comprised of Guilt and Exhaustion -

A Smile Overwhelms Her Face as She Washes Her Hands
And Stares At Herself in the Mirror.

                             - Solace -

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new begining

By Sashi. Prabhu (ZEAUOXIAN)
I am not afraid any more, I am not afraid any more. I have cheated my fears alright, I have broken up with my doubts uptight. I am not afraid any more, I am not afraid any more. I got engaged to my faith last night, I married my dreams at the sight of first light. I am not afraid to get up today, I am not afraid to wake up to another day today, I am not afraid to open my eyes and see today, I am not afraid to climb out of bed today. I am ready to walk into the gardens in the heavy rains, I am ready to open my nose and smell of mud from wet terrain I am ready to face the world all alone, I am ready to do anything to walk up the stepping stone. I am ready to say anything to anyone, I am ready to talk to anyone under the sun. I am ready to yell from mountain tops, I am ready to dive from ravine drops. I am ready to walk for a cause, I am ready to run to protect environmental laws. I am ready to touch taboo objects & subjects I am ready to work on regressions of y on x I am ready to understand tangled issues, I am ready to wipe all tears with tissues. I am ready to taste tropical fruits, I am ready to chop, boil and eat bamboo shoots I am ready to jump out from a moving truck, I am ready to pull my allies from loads of muck. I am ready to be creative again, I am ready to write and spill out my joys and pain. I am ready to sing and hear my own songs, I am ready to correct my own wrongs. I am ready to throw a stone afar, I am ready to play my own music for all with the door ajar. I am ready to write notes about me, I am ready to put them up for all to see. I am ready to whistle whilst I walk down the alley, I am ready to bring out tunes and them create verbally I am not afraid any more, I am not afraid any more.

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Finally Home

I have finally reached my destination
Coming in from several directions
A heart filled with ambition
A mind filled with passion!

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Near Body Experience

It was about twelve noon when they asked me to count backwards

Only the potion they used on me just seemed to push me onwards

I got down eighty seven when I heard these voices

"No one has ever gotten this far", "We better give him more C's

I opened my eyes to see seven faces peering down!

I lost consciousness at eighty six, then went void of all sound

I seemed to flip over as I floated up into the ceiling

But not before I saw a candy bar on top that railing

The scene changed to a dark gray, I was really floating

There was an entrance to a castle was before me, looming

I was heading for it when I saw their blurry faces

They were on both sides, moving in their spaces

I tried to make them out, but I went into the tunnel

It was so warm and safe, only for a very short while

A tiny pin of light was just ahead, I regained my sight

I recalled entering the light was sure death. Was I right?

It grew evermore brilliant, I couldn't close my eyes

I heard a voice say " I want to live" for three times

It was a miracle in disguise, as I felt this pull ease up

There was something there, and it wasn't any ghost! Shut up!

I started to float back out of the tunnel, in somewhat relief

Could see the beings at the tunnels entrance, as I retreat?

I was a stones throw away from them when I was jolted to life

I woke in a hospital bed, looking at a doctor dressed all in white

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Things I Happen To Like

I like to watch skeins of geese flying in the autumn sky,
And I like the smell of frying bacon and luscious cherry pie!

I like to see the sun tinting Pikes Peak's crown in the early morn,
And the glorious Colorado sky as the sun ends its daily bourne!

I like to feel the tug of a rainbow trout on my fishing line,
And graceful garlands of snow adorning a ponderosa pine!

I like quiet evenings with my spouse nigh a warm and glowing fire,
Where we reminisce and dream of things for which we would aspire!

I like family reunions with my kids, grandkids, uncles and aunts,
And this may sound curious, but I like sharp creases in my pants!

I like to sit on the patio to muse and watch the squirrels at play,
And I like to go to church for inspiration, fellowship and to pray!

I like to listen to classical music or bury my nose in fascinating book,
And take leisurely evening strolls along a rushing mountain brook!

I like ice cream, tater chips, meatloaf, Brussels sprouts and chicken fried,
And I like the American flag that I shall always salute with pride!

I like it when the Denver Broncos and the Colorado Rockies win!
(But, alas, neither team is doing that well, much to my chagrin!)

I like to hear the rolling thunder and rain gently falling on my roof,
And the rhythmic clip-clop upon the pavement of a horse's hoof!

I like barbeques and fireworks in the park on Independence Day,
And the mulitude of stars winking at me from the Milky Way!

I like the smell of roses and the rejuvenation of April showers,
And I like work - I can sit and watch it for hours and hours!

I like the charm and beauty of a little child's beguiling grin.
I like Laurel and Hardy and Jack Benny with his squawking violin!

I like to socialize with folks with can-do attitudes and high ambitions!
(I like most everything I reckon, 'cept sloven schmucks and politicians!)

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

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My Childhood Lullabies

When I was a child I enjoyed the lullaby
Each evening of the whistling train going by

Thousands of tree frogs singing in harmony
With hoot owls language spoken so beautifully

The sound the wind makes blowing through the trees
Catching swirling dancing leaves

Momma and daddy's quiet whispers of love
The giggles of siblings from the room above

I closed my eyes with a prayer in my heart
Awaiting tomorrows promise ,of a brand new start

©Donna Jones

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The sun is shining on my skin
A gentle breeze blows in

The leaves falling, leaving limbs naked underneath
Seasons changing, a good thing for me to take in

Time is passing, yet for me the clock never changes
It is always the same hour, day, and month of the year

I wish I could change like the leaves of color
Maybe that would help me become another

Yet, I stay in the same place not wanting to go up that hill
When will time pass for me or will it just stay still?

Holly P. Moore
October 2012

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 I was thinking about liberty this past Memorial Day,
 How the freedom won by others is here for us to stay.

 It wasn't just the stroke of a pen that made men free,
 But the hard and difficult sacrifices, that gave us Liberty.

 We broke the allegiance to a king so far away,
 Pulled together as a nation, that has survived until today.

 We've fought against our own brothers to make slavery die,
 We still are healing from those wounds, with every racial cry.

 Like other nations bent on their empire's expanse,
 We have fought to that tune and made other men dance.

 But our stance has been true though all the horrors,
 Especially when we sent our boys to the "War To End All Wars".

 The world thought it worked and it did for awhile,
 But tyranny and evils will not end with only a smile.

 Another generation of men to freedom's call,
 And the flag with 48 stars then, was needed by all.

 Even after the victories we had an uphill fight,
 The evils among us would not take flight.

 So Freedom and Liberty have to be won each day,
 By those who survive the battle's fray.

 Not only the soldier is in that battle you know,
 Each one of us, has that same burden to tow.

 For if we are to remain free in this great land,
 "Liberty and Justice for ALL" must go hand in hand.

 When we know of wrong being done,
 It is our duty to help, as Freedom's citizen.

 Not just with lip service which continues despair,
 But get in the trenches, and Liberty repair.

 It is the hard won fight that brought us this far,
 The hard won victories of goodness and care.

 Have we forgotten who we are and from whenst we came?
 The words of "Freedom and Liberty" would not be the same.

 Except that a few men had the willingness to forego,
 Their fortunes, their lives, and to their posterity bestow.

 That Freedom and Liberty should come to all in this land,
 Can we do less,  to keep to their plan?

 Someone once said, "It's not easy being me."
 It is harder still to live in the land of the Free.

 Where we enjoy our Liberty and Freedom to choose,
 Yet, how often have we let it be abused?

 Vote...if you want to keep your Liberty,
 Vote...if you want your children to be Free.

 It is in our right to vote that we have won this prize,
 Do not let its light be dimmed by "I don't need to..." sighs.

  For men the world over have we sent our own to save,
  For Freedom and Liberty - and The Home of The Brave!

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Death killed by his own knife 
A thief stealing his own life

Fear in the closet hiding
A critic himself criticizing

Anger scolded and burning
The head from the heart learning

Lust by innocence tempted
Day by night resurrected

Strength by weakness beaten 
Hunger by a glutton eaten

The law caught and found guilty
Dirt by purity made filthy

Humility celebrated and crowned
A fool of his foolishness proud

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To the Unknown

Words move toward the shore of silence
Where they’ll crash with deafening defiance
Every color springs from white light
Thence they come forth to confuse our sight

Sprung from the unknown to return there once more
After filling up and emptying life’s store
From the one to the myriad and back again
To explain the reason for this flux no one can

Any movement of the mind upsets the balance
Bound to the swing of the pendulum we pay penance
It cannot be spoken, painted or written down
What is revealed to the eyes is just a colorful gown

Wrapped in her garment the wearer remains hidden
“Let those who have eyes see”, it has been written

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Caucus Over

      Caucus Over
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd

Romney claims he is most electable
Results conclude that is debatable.

Bachman stood firm on defense and health care law
Discovered her support was filled with straw.

Santorum touched palms, wore out shoes and truck
Had clear narrative, timing and good luck.

Perry soared, forgot, “oops,” and millions spent
Said thanks, boarded plane, back to Texas went.

Paul hates the Fed and loves the constitution
Deplores war, and young folks like his solution.

Gingrich defied odds, then truth made him sag
He moves on with hope, yet carries his bags.

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Your Expiration Date

Your Expiration Date By Rick Rucker Perhaps one should not know his Fate, Not even his expiration date, He might do something different then, So that information is beyond our ken, If there is more than one path, To change it, might incur Fate’s wrath! If you altered your life every day, Would it impact the World in a significant way? Would it extend your lifespan here, Or bring your end more near? This type of thinking can drive you to the Brink, Perhaps cause you to take up Drink, It seems best to go with The Plan, Doing but what you can, Harming no one, doing Good, Helping others in your ‘hood, Giving Love, and getting it back, Surely, that is the right track! So, by the time you are put into the ground, You will have affected everyone around, You will still be gone, But your name will carry on, You are not really far away, If someone remembers you every day! So, do not question Fate, Don’t worry about your “use by” date! This is the last that I will say, Live Life as if it were TODAY!

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Love On The Periphery

It Slices Through The Periphery, No Matter 
How Much You Try Not To Notice it.

There's No Colour in The Sky, There's
No Green Hue Amongst The Grass.

                    - But We're Here For You -

The Inhumanity of Seemingly Torn Organs,
Throwing Their Matter Against Your Ribcage.

Love is Carcogenic, Feeding From The Inside,
But It's a Recoverable Feature.

                     - Light Bears No Resemblance -
                                 - To Reality -

Don't Let it Scratch The Inner Surface of Your
Skin, Don't Let It Break Free.

Just Keep Your Focus, Keep Struggling Towards
A Self Determined Freedom.

                      - The Stars are Whatever Colours -
                             - You Want Them To be -

The Days Will Pass Like Erosion Settling In 
Between Their Rocks of Choice.

Don't Ever Question The Unpredictability of Love,
Simply Question Why You Try to Comprehend It.

...Don't Hear her Voice in Your Head
            Don't Let Her Voice Capture Your Genius...

~ Dedicated To Stewart Hughes ~

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Falling to Pieces

A crumb fell away from her
and landed on the floor.
When she stooped to pick it up,
it was followed by many more.

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The Singing Range

Gently moves the melody of the range,
Lost in an ambrotype that does not change. 
Each twist of the trail still brings us all here
Never to leave now but always to fear
No god of our own making or dark dreams—
Earth-bound we ride toward Gomorrah it seems.
New range is waiting – it’s just up ahead—
Let’s spur on harder before we are dead.
Oh, the time for riding now is not long—
Every man sings, but few know the song.

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My Own Stage

I'm building a stage from lost thoughts and goodbyes...
Each section another piece that tumbles down and slides...
The lights are dim and the curtains are transparent...
There are echoes of laughter and whispers that blend so different...
I stand alone to an audience of faded mistakes that never blink...
All the while I stretch my eyes up and over to a distant smile who winks...
I scream the words thank you without ever making a sound...
And our souls make love across a world where dreams are never bound...

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Fighting All Alone!!!

Never been like now
everyone turning into stone,
And I'm left here
fighting all alone.

Days have gone by
of happiness and joy,
lost somewhere in the crowd
leaving me alone to cry.

Never did i ever expect
to face conditions as now,
can't believe in myself
and still asking how??

Wrecked are the nights
with the dull moon shining
just above my head 
watching me crying.

Beware ! the world
and let it be known,
that I'll come back
fighting all alone!!!

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Filthy Gorgeous

Camera candy nose
Pyroclastic pose
Beverly Hills publicity
Her kitty’s named felicity

Do the Bentley boogie down 
In that shaved Versace gown
Vesuvius Christmas wreath
Viral presents underneath

Walk that red carpet ruse
Marrying mortgaged shoes
Spaghetti string saunter
Sauced communists want her

Champagne celebrity schmooze
Collecting her psychic's dues
Visions of pin-up hair
Her cleavage loves a dare

Diamond mirrored glasses
Nonprescription asses
Paparazzi puckered lips
Pillow tops of Botox tips

She seduces colorblind nations
Undressing orphaned obligations
Designer hip dysplasia
High heel knockoffs in Asia

Behold the drama queen
A feudal minx of screen
Begging the homeless to dream
Because Oscar makes her scream

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I do not want to go through this
It is like walking in the icy rain

I am staring in the sun without sunglasses
Something to deviate from my pain

Ivy continues to grow on my house
While I just sit and watch

It is starting to take over
And, no one hears my screams

Sleep is my rescue
Night is my reprieve

This is my life chosen now
But, how did I get here?

Better yet, who will set me free?

Holly P. Moore
October 2012

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What Makes Me Tick--Contest

I'll dance on the brink in the blink of an eye Keeping feet on the ground, but my eyes to the sky
________________________________________________ Inspired by Seren's Contest: "What Makes You Tick"

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The Lips My Lips Have Kissed

Summer was here I enjoyed it not
Heat and humidity did not hit the spot
Spring now a different thing_in spring_love
Slightly warm days flashing of color, Dove
Blooms from bulbs_so many shades of green
Upon the trees_renewal of all seen
Fall is almost here banishing summer
Shorter days_cooler nights_welcome color
When winter comes blowing fall asunder
Barren trees_cold days even nights colder
Then the memory of the flavored kiss
Rose flavored kiss under the rose trellis

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I am clueless to the way they act

They have changed a lot and that’s a fact


Why they are so is a mystery to me

The reason why, I just fail to see


But it seems to be about growing old

With age maybe the heart turns hard and cold


So forgive me if I choose to sit here and bite my tongue

And hope my heart and soul will stay forever young

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His Ass A Tale

His ass; a tale each women said.
Of one held high - he rendered it.
Like men of past to honour it.
A rogue like him - a dawn of wit.

They followed him a stern dead hem.
Each judged him; sire'd for him.
To each love they were fair and grim.
And some would say they're all a whim.

Some do bawk and claim him nay.
Most keep circles; waits and times.
Elite approach to spread their chimes.
While late provoke him for his crimes.

One man's wake that goes oblivious.
Her clueless cause for dancing.
Love together comes 'a prancing.
THE END; his soul will wait for lancing.

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Travels in time

We travel through time like ghosts
Transparently moving through its guideposts

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Letting go

yielding shackles bound
creates unsteady ground

toxin crafts its mark
defeat painted dark

anguish, fury, sorrow, pain
mood brands a barren stain 

clinging to injured emotion
is a threatening devotion

affliction I may not survive
however, I have not felt more alive

grappling with feelings, bigger than small
is better than feeling nothing at all

as much as I would like to defend
I know deep down this must come to an end

numbness will overtake me slow
it is the price I pay for letting go

CONTEST - Letting Go - Lisa Hiatt
and CONTEST Heroic couplets - Craig Cornish

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New dimensions

By: Sashi.Prabhu(Zeauoxian)
Written on:28/07/2012

At times the person within me feels all alone,
The nomad within me I try to keep happy and joys within full blown.

Far away from a place called home,
With purpose and goals but without love and alone

Fly by night, fly by day
Up and down the country I travel all the way

Peeking outside my oval window
Blueness always with patches of white to endow

My eyes capture dark clouds
White clouds, shapeless clouds

Till a time the sky reflects
And my eyes illume with lights deflect

      As time passes and places I cover each day
Things I imagined and thought I knew

Are far from true and to me become clear.
And in these small things that keep changing

I encapsulate myself from the outside
I whither my thoughts to new dimensions

I shiver in my skins and shed the old ones
I quiver within my heart

 Out flows the rust
From ashes to ashes, dust to dust

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Return to Genesis

Echoes ring from Ancients, past
To warn beyond the shadows cast

Faith has grown too dim to see
While lulled in sway by treachery

Vipers plunder through the night
And man will fall without a light

As day by weary day the truth is bent
Prophets decree, “Repent, repent!”

Times are such as one may be lost
When the soul forgets salvation’s cost

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Loneliness Resides

Sitting here wondering why I write
Questioning with no answers in sight

Seeking the vocabulary to express 
The emotions in me; what’s on my chest

Searching for inspiration inside 
Only loneliness resides; no shame, no pride

My mind is blocked by hopeless visions
Emotions numbing from loves division


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This doesn't make any sense

Blood like breath spilling from the lips
Life like death sailing and sinking ships

Dance in the sun, forget sorrow
Embrace into one; here comes tomorrow

Feel pain and die again
Never know when to say when

Love like life
There's blood on your knife

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Let It Go

The past is like a tornado that cuts a deadly path.
Through heartache and regression it can fill the soul with wrath.

When dreams are dust and hope is faint it's time for letting go.
There's nothing left but compromise and no seeds left to sow.

You might become a prisoner in your own circumstance.
Unless you rise above the fray and bravely take a chance.

A chance to live the present and forgive your history.
Just let go of the pain and life won't be a mystery.

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Obituary and career-w

Write your own obituary in details, dear
Before you embark upon your career.


Second Placement
Contest: Give wisdom its beauty

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Streams of Silence

"Streams of Silence" quiet thoughts suspended in dramatic dance evading sounds of audible utterance lost in trance sharply thrusting deeply felt as a lovers lance. *For Black Eyed Susan's Silence Contest. *August 12, 2012.

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Who AM I

Who Am I?

This woman I've become... who is she?
What might I find... what will I see?

Where does the essence of...  my soul lie?
I pray... I find it... bye and bye.

Is it deeply hidden...dark within?
or just under my thick skin.

Maybe... only on the top... at the surface of my heart!
At times... I search... not knowing where to start.

In the deepest reaches of my being
just what is it... I'm not seeing?

I know not what I'm looking for
but feel it's knocking on my door!

Is it... my kindness... or disdain
that which causes my heart pain?

Maybe... it's the babe inside
clutching pain it wants to hide.

Always tugging... at my being
scolding me for not seeing!

Will it be... my strength or confidence...I'm lacking
That will forever keep me tracking?

What do I have that ...I can give
to make my life... really live?

I sometimes feel I'm trapped within... this shell that I possess
Eager to free my soul and let my... heart undress!

Who Am I?

Author: Mary Thompson 2003 

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Problems on a Tree

If problems were like twigs on a tree
A gust of wind blowing them in the breeze

They would fall to the ground one by one
Family and friends would help and gather around

But that is not how it happens as life surrounds
Sometimes the twigs just keep falling down

Family and friends start to leave
And you are left with one big heap

Heavy on your shoulders they do weigh
More falling day by day

Realizing it is just too much to bear
Frankly, feeling this is quite unfair

So, deciding you cannot solve them all
Put those in a pile and call U-Haul.

©Holly P. Moore
    February 2013

(U-Haul provides trailers and different size trucks for hauling various items)

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Accept the Tide

Though I hate to do the daily cleaning finding it quite demeaning
I love the smell and scent of pine, so I sweep while singing.

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Ever ask your partner if they want Chinese food for dinner, They reply, “That’s fine”, now does lying make them a sinner. Think back to every reply where someone has said “That’s fine” They really mean, with no other options, acceptance they’ll resign. When picking out wallpaper, a piece of jewelry or a special gift, The word “fine” in the response, will not give the intended a lift. Answer any question with “fine”, you have to realize its not great, It’s neither affirmative or negative, that’s why its the word I most hate. Go ahead use the word, say “She’s fine” because that’s fine by me, Enjoy your gourmet dinner - alone, you can watch the fine scenery.
Written July 27, 2012 For Michael J. Falotico’s contest What word do you hate most

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Climbing the Slope

A look to the west,The sun I see
Another day is passing me
Forgot to live up, to yesterday's hopes
You'll die in a hole if you live on a slope
Effort toward balance, Attempt to ascend
Slide ever deeper, claw till the end
For each night renews, those dreams thought lost
Outlooks oft change with the melting frost
A look to the East, The sun I see
Yesterdays hopes all waiting to be

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Inflection point

Just writing on paper clip the best                                                                                                                                               my mind jumping jack said just rest                                                                                                                          but to write the word processing my thoughts                                                                                                        to paper is right angle that he has I fought                                                                                                                                                   so I write on about life span the moments                                                                                                                for the right memory stick to the components                                                                                                                 to see something radiant energy to complete                                                                                                                      this task of the heart attack the concrete                                                                                                                                       lying in the grass root out the problem at hand                                                                                                            got my rhythm back street is the band                                                                                                                                this will work boots on the ground                                                                                                                                stay the course work abounds                                                                                                                                        just to see the comic strip the necessities                                                                                                                       it may not be virtual reality is one’s abilities

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Polar Bears And The Penguins

Some times they say the great and mighty do fall…
And the penguin story of greatness, should be heard by all.
Polar bears are mighty and cunning with massive brute strength.
But they messed with the penguins, a mistake, I do think.

The polar bears went after the penguins and cute little chicks.
So you’ll never guess what those cute little penguins did.
Using the most courageous penguins as a target so nice.
They lured all the polar bears, for the first time, out onto the ice.

The greedy bears moved out in force for the kill.
But the penguins pushed the ice flows into the currents windmill.
So intent on dinner and full of themselves, were they that day… 
That the polar bears didn’t notice the ice caught in the currents sway.

The polar bears were way out to sea, before noticing their plight.
And, by then, the penguins were safely at home tucked in for the night.
You might say, the current was a friend to the penguins that day.
For it eventually sent those polar bears to the North Pole far away.

Now the moral of this story is here to easily understand.
Brute strength is not the greatest thing to cherish; it is far greater to plan…
And, never turn your back on a penguin I say.
They’re the reason there’s no polar bears at the South Pole, to this day.

Tell Me A Story Contest

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            JAIL BIRD

To U.S. born both wild and free
There is no worse place one could be
Than in a prison cell for years
For most men ‘tis a gruesome fear

But to souls in other lands
Where freedom’sjust a word that stands
On paper-- but an object dead--
With it you cannot bake your bread.

In movies in these lands they watch
Thugs whose pants fall off their crotch.
Who off to court they go-- then jail--
No mention made of tears or bail

Third Worlds watch the U.S. cells
That should resemble Dante’s hell.
Instead they look so germ free clean
Like the quarters of a Queen

Luxury in killer's cell?
How can thieves live-- oh so --well
U.S. jail is no bad life--
Well, you might miss someone's wife

As one boss of one small store
Told me-- as he scrubbed his floor:
“Me, I'll fly to U.S. land
Kill some guy and live so grand."

His tune said joke-- but it was not--
(U.S. TV makes brains rot)

But-- twas no secret-- truth could tell
He'd snuggle in Obama's cell.

Victoria Anderson-Throop ©               December 1, 2012

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LAZY DAISY DAYS Languishing lying listlessly in the warm lamp of the sun Landscapes lingering language of lavishness again won Daisy dances decorate abundant demur flowerbeds Demonstrative distractive drapes-petite white heads Daylight daydreams decorate in delightful colored array Dispersing discord drama as I lazily capture a daisy day

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Morning Sunlight

Morning Sunlight gives on glint on my window pane saying hi Fresh kisses from a morning breeze and gently touch of my face I’ve started a morning prayer to give thanks for another day I’m off the bed, trying to get up, stretching my body I yawn like a child, waving my hands catching the morning light Birds are chirping sounds like music to me, they are all singing Sat on a rocking chair, sipping my coffee enjoyed the morning I smile to welcome the day and inhale the morning sunlight August 11, 2012 Cheryl Aldea

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Restraint Lifted


                                      I learned from a dreamer to imagine…
                               To put myself in places I would never fathom…
                                   Where one can share and not be judged…
                             As mistakes are forgotten and so to the grudge…
                                 Placing my reflections in front of many eyes…
                            Uncovering my soul from the restraint of its cries…
                           Like a tender breeze across a wide spread storm…
                                    Where I can never be lost only reborn…

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Something's Missing

I looked for you in fairytales and stories from my childhood;
I wandered through the breezy fields because I thought I should.
I hunted through the Amazon and saw amazing creatures;
But answers were withheld from them, they wouldn’t be my teacher.
Then finally I found a spot where I thought you would live;
In friendship and in family, but I could not forgive.
And on occasion, I thought I found you lying in my bed;
I even thought I married you, but that’s a tear I shed.
I gave up on the search for quite some time before that day;
So angered at the people in my life that went astray.
Then all at once, with just one glance, you flooded to my eyes;
And though it took a minute you were hard to recognize.
That’s when a realization struck that I could not believe;
I searched the whole world up and down, and you were here in me.

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No Way Out

No Way Out By Rick Rucker As recently as a year ago, I knew not, which way to go, From financial ruin, to likely cancer, I could not seem to forge an answer, I went to work, all depressed, My problems, largely unaddressed, My problems seemed to overwhelm, I could not seem to grasp the helm, Then, out of the Blue, I decided what I would do, That rather than “going out,” sad, and lonely, I no longer wanted to be “the only,” Rather than being alone, at the end, I would rather share the time left, with a friend, I thought that my search would be a Quest, But, I found it one of the best, Times in my Life, A Mission, with potential, rife, From that time on, The funk, that I had been in, had gone! Like snagging Victory, from Defeat, I got a bonus, an Angel, sweet, While it may seem to be remote, Those Dragons from my Mind, she smote, The end of my Life, once forecast, Was incorrect, it would last, Far longer than my doctor thought it would, I decided it was due to my Angel, good, I knew that I could not let her slip away, I did not want to go alone, into the Fray, As she had already changed my Fate, I beseeched her to become my Mate, She finally acquiesced, Rather than see me grovel, she thought it best, In the course of our Romance, I found that she is a genius at finance, I thought that money would be a concern of my heirs, With a longer lifespan, it again was one of my cares, I am but a silly Man, So, she put me on a savings plan, One that will do what is all the Rage, To have money, ‘til The End, at any age! So, if you want my prescription for a Life, so fine, Find an Angel, but you cannot have mine! Her time is already spoken for, For the next hundred years, or more!

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Love Found a Way

A childhood basked in the essence of sheer betray.
Through the eyes of innocence; love found a way.

Damaged, not completely broken by the memories.
I am the woman I am today, for what you did to me.

Abuse, pain and torture, from my lover yet I stay.
Through the eyes of madness; love found a way.

Amidst those eyes of hatred, a daughter it did bring.
Beautiful and dainty; a painful heart now proudly sings.

Vicious shots of venom; at my cost and my dismay.
Through the eyes of verbal abuse; love found a way.

Each poisonous word out of mouth, helped me realize.
The loving husband persona was only a crafty disguise.

A psychological diagnosis, as if I were on display.
Through the eyes of insanity; love found a way.

Creativity blossoming with the passing of each word.
Articulate with a passion for my life's saga to be heard.

A past full of trauma has made me whom I am today.
Through the eyes of victory; love found a way.

Life has many trials which all of us must endure.
But love will find a way to open those closed doors.

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Joy to the World

Joy to the world is a precise name 
For this poet named Joy of little known fame
For joyful I am with the Lord as my guide
With a Christian heart and a smile a mile wide
I sing His praises, confess his name
Worship the One who is without blame
So “Joy to the world, the Lord is come”*
Songs about His birth really make me hum
This is one side of me that you might see
But another exists, if you will permit me

“Singing joy to the world, to all the boys and girls
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea, joy to you and me”**
Jeremiah, the bullfrog inspired me to collect a few
Frogs of green and one that was big and bright blue
Now many years later and many frogs, too
The funny side of me comes shining through
I love to laugh and try to bring pleasure
To enjoy this life and to give without measure
To honor the name my blessed parents gave
To have lots of fun, but still try to behave
Life is to live and to love, this is true
So put a little joy to the world in your life, won’t you

*(Music from Handel, words from Isaac Watts, 1719)
**(Three Dog Night 1971~words and music by Hoyt Axton) 

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Make It Happen

While waiting for my ship to come in
Others got to it first by going for a swim

While waiting for opportunity to knock
It was met in front of my door by a hungrier flock

While waiting for my fifteen minutes of fame
Others got noticed by not playing this game

If I want good things to happen to me
I guess I should pursue them more aggressively

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Misty Days

A fall from heaven and a slip of the tongue a hope to remember and a song to be sung always forever and not a moment to spare for sorrows and kindness hung in the air Through a broken haze, through a broken haze no longer sunny but better than most days can't recall a better time than that and the other best not to remember and better yet not to bother Only a tear drop or more can clear a foggy mind plenty to go around, too few to be kind Heavy like morning dew the kiss between me and you better to forget them, passing them out of view

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Pointed Ponderings

Day in, and day out, from the ripe old age of five,
I’ve take to sharp objects and whittled at their sides.

Lancing pristine white paper with brazen blue veins,
it was quite impossible for me to abstain.

Day in, and day out, from the egg to the cane,
with old age beaconing and more of the same.

Lancings lingering images on pages of fading memories...
perhaps they're dreams these blue traceries,

As impossible as it seems, impossible, and often strained? 
I wonder would it have been best for me to simply have abstained?

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Our Future

Lost and drifting thoughts hang in misty air
fight, do not despair

Life and laughter is what we're all after
though what surrounds often feels like disaster

Search the depths of human suffering 
look past to see there will be buffering

Some say we are enemies with different battle cries
yet our hands reach in unison up into the skies
I see it in our children's eyes

Paths must not diverge, they must converge so we can emerge
Strong, unscathed and alive

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We are We can We must

Foreign are the thoughts of others
Like the minds of past lovers

Thoughts to which we may surmise and guess
Intentions remain questions, answers yet to confess

Reasoning reached through the labyrinth of the mind
Shared reactions due to the nature of our kind

Fractured we stand, divided by difference
Splintered we are, lacking repentance

We may pass, but hope remains, burning from within
We may ignore, but hurt remains, entrenched in sin

Pride leads to want, leads to power, leads to war
War leads to fight, leads to hurt, leads to more

Rise and fall, we cycle through civilization and destruction
Start and stall, we succumb to self-imposed attrition

Time unfolds and we're forced to react
We constantly plan, but we often lack the tact

To mend the cracks that divides our kind
To embrace the momentum of our time

To believe we can and must strive for more
To turn the key and walk through the door

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Someone tells you change not because you are not good
But because you do not act the way they think you should

Neither is it because they don’t think you’re not bad
It is just a reaction when they are either mad or sad

A special person in your life ask you to make some change
However uniqueness allows someone to remain the same

You are special, in your own right, just the way you are
Singing out of tune and rhythm while driving in your car 

Change however may not be bad in the pursuit of perfection
Sadly that journey isn’t easy and takes much introspection

What are the things you desire, and where do you want to be
Will these things make you truly happy, or only temporarily

Are these things that you can’t live without in the long run
Or temptations of the flesh, that only provide a quick fun

One asks, what does it matter only the test of time will tell
Should I place a Pascal wager to avoid what they call hell

The very thought of that seems a vain attempt at very best
However when the time comes will I did my very own test

Change, Aristotle, said was the only thing that doesn’t change
Clever word circles like these though do very little to explain

Indeed his idea was much more complex than I’ve stated
But, then again most people would say that he’s outdated 

To change definitely one of the most difficult things to do
It something that you must really desire, this much is true

By Wayland Bunch 2/14/2013

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Butterfly Beginnings

The butterfly flutters by begin, begin
as in true in nature love springs.

Ageless amazing nerves sing,
bowed tension on cello string.

Eyes which will not let go, 
Father of Fire was bound, just so.

Bound was man by the gift of flame
for love brings man both joy and pain.

Butterflies flutter within the begin
ageless amazing nerves sing,

Bowed tension on cello string
a trail of kisses flowing, sting.

Dry tinder burning in Earth bound glory
love to Eye tells a comet’s trailing story.

Love begins on butterflies wings
with the bowed tension of a cello's string.

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The Sand Man

You try to hold the desert sand in your burning hand,
To measure your inflated ego as a mighty man
And as the grains slip through your hand, you finally understand,
You can walk upon this earth, but ...'God' still owns the land

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The Dark Side of Me

Sugar and spice, at what price?
Proper and prim, life is so dim.
Generously gifting, so uplifting.
Reliable and ready, I am steady.
Giving what I gain, never to abstain.
Helping honorably, always with no fee.
Charity charade, has become frayed.
Enviously eager, so sadly meager.
Loud with lust, pretending I must.
Dark with desire, raising me higher.
Rancid and rotten, I haven’t forgotten.
Weary and weak, you’re at my feet.
Gemmed with greed, fulfilling a need.
Mistrusting and mused, you’ll be used.
Manipulating minds, you are so blind.
Precious is my pride, to you I have lied.
Putrid ugly pleas, sorry but this is ME. 

What it sometimes "feels like" living with bipolar disorder....

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I have been busy doing things
        Time has been a tyrant from the beginning.

Too busy to pen the poem inside me as it died,
        Too busy to notice my friend by my side.

Never saw the rays of hope in the sunrise,
        Nor that of love in the sunset.

Missed the kiss as i caught the bus,
        Forgot the gift of the smile as I got caught in the rush.

I danced too hard to listen to the music,
        I heard the song, just don't remember it.

Maybe I have been sleepwalking through life
        Even though its been strife after strife...

Trying too hard, its been quite a while,
        I have to step back, let go and just smile.

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How could you do it dear, she cried
You think you’ll keep me satisfied
How could you quit a Wall Street job
To muck about with every slob
A rising star---you blaze a trail
You’d shuck it all to run a jail?

Oh, my sweet darling, then she quibbled 
You know I love you…. ear was nibbled….
A cold look flashed—he’d not be played
Now stunned by truth--- she was afraid

She had ployed sex, she had coyed tears--
Anger now surpassed her fears
She screamed at him and slapped him hard
He studied her with new regard
He saw himself a man alone
Threw on his jeans and grabbed his phone.
He viewed his love in raw new light
Slammed tight the door, and said Good Night.

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Bread Of Remorse

Eat thou not the bread of remorse
For its taste is bitter, tough, coarse

Made from many wrong of yesterdays
As it has aged, dried__ changed assays

Replays of when it was just baked
And of those whom heartbreak suffered

From puerile stunts and brainless words
Discords that filled that loaf's innards

Now moldy, indigestible
This bread, remorse......abominable

In Honor of Brian Strand's contest
Up to twelve lines..

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I Am Better For It

Because you told me no, when I wanted so much to be right,
I am better for it,
When I was going down the wrong path, you told me ,
You didn't care how much I would fight,
I am better for it,
When I was so in love and wanted everyone to like it,
You told me that it was not love and you were right,
I am better for it,
When I thought I was grand, living in a lie,
You wouldn't let my BS fly,
I am better for it,
Whether I listened or did it right,
You kept working , trying to get me to take flight,
I am better for it,
When I cried you dried my tears, eased my fears, but you pushed me back out there,
I am better for it,
When I listened to you I would soar, 
You knew my potential and wanted me to give more,
I am better for it,
Now that you are gone I realize your dream for me, 
I am better for it!

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My Former Life

He awoke in me
the spirit to be free.
I remember how it was
living a life with no cause.
Nobody seemed to realize
that my life seemed to be over and I felt paralyzed.
I would seep further into darkness and push people away.
It was easier to want them to leave me alone then beg them to stay.
But the day I received Christ saving grace
there was no sadness on Earth I couldn't face.
Receiving love from family was easier to do
when the Love of God is poured in through and through.
Remembering His love for me has lifted my eternal woes
and make me see that thoughts of sadness was nothing but a foe.

Inspired by ~The Lord Has His Arms Wrapped About Me~

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I    AM    LETTER    “S”

Sneaky, sarcastic, selfish, slipshod shirker,
Stumbler, smart-ass, scrounger, sloppy worker
Shiftless sycophant, stingy swine:
These qualities are what I want to avoid  being mine .

Sincere, supportive, sharing , schooled,
Stable, selfless ,  steady, steely-eyed,
Smart, smiling, sweet-smelling, suave
These qualities I would like to  have 

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Written by  Sydney Peck
Entered in    Nancy Jones's   Contest   Alphabet Soup

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Win or Lose

You win
I give in
Just friends
I will take
My heartache
And try to begin
To live again

I lose
You choose
To live alone
So I am gone
You don't want me
Or what we could be
This I clearly see

I win
I'll love again
My heart to give
To love and live
A new day
You'll pay
With loneliness
Missing my kiss

You lose
Remember whose
Heart was true
To only you
You threw away
The love I gave
Think of me
Mr. Lonely

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The greatest life wonderment
As far as I'm concerned is “Motherment.” 

No, don't go check the dictionary
You won't find it, it's my vocabulary.

There's nothing more beautiful in this world
Than being a mother.

Nothing that makes me know I'm God's daughter
Better than being a mother.

I am so blessed He gave me six beautiful children
Something I could not have done without their father.

Even though he is a complete jerk (smile)
Through him I became a mother.

And I love him for that amazing grace
Of anger and fear no longer a trace.

Being the mother of these beautiful children
Is the best accomplishment I could render.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 09/30/11

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What do you do when the storm rolls in?
You hide in a raincoat and a plastic grin.

How do you bear the lack of light?
You just smile and nod, you don't put up a fight.

When your angry or hurt, can anyone tell?
No, you just keep your happy face on and survive through this hell.

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The Court Of Humanity

This man will hang for his sins against humanity
Judged so harshly by his peers, he will not be set free

He asks “Why must I die for my crimes?”
“Because you’re guilty and it was only a matter of time”

He demands “But who decides if I’m guilty?”
“We do, we are the few thus we are the many”

The man stood in silence as he contemplated this
He queried “That makes no sense, what point did I miss?”

“Our meanings are not for you to decipher”
A quick moment of silenced followed, broken by the man’s laughter

He jests “How am I to understand my fate, if you will not share with me your conclusions?”
“Do you mock this court? The only conclusion you shall know is that we will not tolerate obtrusions”

He observes “I think this is a case of the blind leading the blind”
“Justice is never blind; we understand you and your kind”

He accuses “You are all like me”
“Yet you’re guilty, while we’re free”

He asks “So freedom is perception, we are as we perceive?”
“No freedom is corrected to serve the people’s needs”

He asks “So freedom is a business, produced by whom?”
“Freedom is none of your concern, your time is up, and your life is due”

And so the rope was put around the man’s head
He demands “Wait let me speak my last words before I’m dead!”

He speaks “All I fear is that I will be forgotten”
“That my family will not remember me and the other side will win”

“I don’t understand what it is to be human, I can’t handle the pain”
“And you all understand too well, yet you can handle the shame”

As he braces himself for death
He utters his last words under his breath

“If ignorance is bliss”
“Then apathy is a heaven you couldn’t bear to miss”

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A Simple Man's Words 2K13

I am but a man treading a brief dream.
I'm but a man rowing a sacred stream.

A student of life seeking knowledge yet;
Contented with the cotton therein his closet.

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Lips of a Liar

I’ve kissed the lips of many a liar
Lip to lip with barbed wire

I’ve held the hands of those who cheated
Hand in hand they competed

I’ve seen the eyes of love turned stranger
Eye for an eye we endanger

I’ve heard the whispers of distrust
Whisper after whisper turn in disgust

I’ve smelled the fear of the coward
Fear makes fear, mind devoured

I’ve had the fingers pointed, judgment made
Judge, be judged, self righteous crusade.

I’ve kissed the lips of many a liar
Lip on lip, blood and fire.

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No Longer Numb

He was my vision of a good life.
I soon, became his new wife.
Celebrations were grand
Then, we did not demand.
Together we shared goals…hoped.
Disappointments came, we coped.
I gave all that she had.
Through the good and the bad.
At Christmas, I lavished him with gifts.
I could have written his book of festschrifts
Anything he wanted, I would try to buy.
I went all out, do or die!
Birthdays came, I was never remiss.
My joy was his happiness.
Material things for me, he did dismiss.
Instead, he gave me his sweetest kiss.
At first, I was only sad.
Later I became very mad!
Later, the economy failed,
Some of our dreams bailed.
But love was not lost.
Amid differences tossed.
Eventually, I began to learn
Even through disappointment’s burn.

Wisdom brought its hum.
Now, I am no Longer Numb.
Pure love is loveliest…
When selfishness is lowliest.
To give freely without expectation of return is bliss.
To give with dreams of reciprocation… dismiss.

© February 21, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen	

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I do not know what tomorrow will bring

I do not know what tomorrow will bring
But today, oh today, just let us sing

Songs of life and all its creative potential
We are spirits born of something truly transcendental 

In the world, not as one, together we all live
We feel the pain, we feel the joy; we take and we give

Some are bad, some are worse, but we share the same soul
To see past form, the transparency of life, some strive for this goal

We are alive, not then and there, but here and now
But perception blinds us; only seeing what it will allow

We have so much more locked deep inside
We mustn’t be afraid, we have nothing to hide

For all hopes and sins are shared; part of the human condition
If we do not strive to grow, we will fight a war of endless attrition

Arrested development; so much potential gone unnoticed
We live in our habits and regret moments missed

If we go inside and nurture that strength
We can be calm in the storm, no matter the length

Discover what brings this out of you
Because it’s through action that makes this true

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My Neck Is Red, My Arms Are Tan

My Neck Is Red, My Arms Are Tan By Rick Rucker My neck is red, my arms are tan, I was, not long ago, a working man, I retired, some weeks ago, The Sun comes up, I have no place to go, My Love is still asleep, So, very quiet I must keep, And now, the light sweeps across the room, Deathly still, much like a tomb, I should be in my car, Fighting others, driving far, I now start the coffee pot, Soon, it will yield that beverage, hot, All past mornings, at this hour, I would have exited from the shower, And had something small to eat, And planned my day, complete, Now, all I do, is to mutter, Knowing that all I will do is putter, My chores do not fill one hour of morning, That seems to be an ominous warning, At work, I would do this and that, Now, I spend the morning like the cat, I spice up my rest with naps, Practicing for when they play me Taps, Perhaps I will learn to embrace the morn, Happy, again that a new day is born, That is, of course, a hunch, But now, it just seems a delay ‘til lunch! You may think me daft, But, now that I no longer ply my craft, The dawning of the day, Takes more of my Pride away!

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Inquiries of Life

Do you know who I am?
Am I, real or a scam?

Can anyone really know?
Since we all go, to and fro.

Who is it next to you?
Are they, fake or true?

Who or what to make choice?
Speak up, you have a voice,

Do you know who you are?
Do you live, with any scar?

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Silence and QUIetUDE

Alone climbed this hill, Watching so still. I overcame fears, Of all I held of yesteryears….. But up on this height, A majestic sight…….. Cloud flooded skies, A deep breath within me dries…. Tranquility!!! I feel you near, Oh I could sail in the winds without fear. My brown eyes held the stars to light, Soaked in the reflections that rose with pristine delight. Stillness of the moments I distinctly hear, Drained from within me is life’s fear... Stillness my vacant eyes munificently dart around to feel, Blueness is sliding into night’s lap, an obtuse glow alights its appeal. Calm waters come engulf my scorching mind, Pour yourself in through my eyes, quench burning embers that you find. Tranquility drench your serenity into me, Happiness flake my skin and singe it with peace to be. Now the simmering still waters seem uneasy, No waves lash the shores lying calm and easy. It seems that something has made it soporific, Sounds of relenting roars subdued by fresh snow layered thick……. Never ever the moon above has shined down so brightly, I welcome its soothing light within me forthrightly. No rushing water turning to foam, Retreats then comes again from the mountainous whispering domes…… Oh Moon, Entwine your auric wings of joys around my heart, Ooze from it pink flames, so darkness depart. Edify myself with joys of life Darkness gone, light piercing through like a sharp prudish knife. Welcome to my body all joys and peace, Let it override the ebbing forlorn to currents dwindle and decrease. Alone, I now sit, in quietude drenched, Content in myself and with no feelings wrenched. Gratified….soothened…satisfied…pleased, Relaxed…happy….at ease and contented……eased.

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Where it Hides

In winter's snow, sharp and bright
In darkest days, my sleepless nights

When my hands are shaking
When my earth starts quaking

The words soothe my sour brain
Help me cope with all the pain

It's in his big, bright smile
In the bathroom's tile

The tears in my eyes
In the clouds in the skies

The cravings I feel
My addictions that heal

Love's sweet embrace
The new paths I face

The hand I hold
The stories I've told

From a grin or a nod
To a pea in a pod

The sickness in my mind
Til the light that I find

These lyrics save my life,
These words heal my strife...

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Words, Like Crawling Babies, Creep

Words, Like Crawling Babies, Creep By Rick Rucker Words, like crawling babies, creep, Through my mind, as I sleep, They roam around, and then depart, Leaving me to finish what they start, Sometimes, not an easy task, I must don my “poet” mask, It helps me to summon my Muse, Whose talents I can sorely use! Words and phrases race inside my skull, Leave me wishing for a lull, That would allow me the Time, To fit them in some form of Rhyme, Another almost sleepless night, Perhaps one day, I shall get this right.

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                                     THE BOOK LOVER

                        Some women pine for silks and pearls
                        Some shop away their hours
                        But I’ve a book-hound in my blood
                        Preferring books to flowers

                        Each page I touch With loving hand
                        I trace the print snug there
                        The whitest page grants me delight
                        The yellow brings despair

                        The old bookshops on dusty streets
                        Are storehouses of dreams
                        They guard the dancing continents
                        And trolls that bridge the streams

                         And for each story hidden there
                         Mid pages silken glories
                         An offering of bouncing tales
                         replace bland bedtime stories

                        And on this paper
                        Fine or rough
                        my fingers gently roam
                        Safely in these books I find my place--
                        And build myself a home.

Victoria Anderson-Throop
Juja, Kenya

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(to my late husband, Sonny)

Time to repaint and to clean
I really need a change of scene
So I can make this room mine
Where we once spent our time

Redecorating my room is a chore
Because I have treasure galore
I can’t part with this or with that
I have to keep this little white cat

And this red stuffed frog that can sing
Of course I must keep my engagement ring
You bought years after we were wed
And the Harley cap you wore on your head

My bubble fairy is a precious figurine
I must put it where it can be seen
Oh, and the water globe music box
Along with these polished rocks

The models of a ’64 Ford
This replica of a sword
Boxes for my jewelry and trinkets
Books, music, and these blankets 

Memories flood into my mind
With each treasure that I find 
I can’t part with things that you gave
‘Cause my heart says I really must save

So Sonny, even though you are gone
Your memory will still linger on
With mementos of the love we knew
A love that was forever true

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like, as

i never saw the doornail die
never caught sight of a fox that sly

i didn't cure a dog so sick
didn't steal a glance of thieves so thick

i can't walk tight a rail that thin
can't see some sight as ugly as sin 

i didn't ever take any punch so pleased
or been flashed by lightening that slippery greased

i can't light bituminous coal so black
or pointedly aim as sharp as a tack 

didn't touch a witch's tit so cold
- i'd feel it's not as good as gold

i can't squish in any mud so clear
or finger a lobe cute as a bug's ear 

folks shout i'm as deaf as a post
in fact i'm even worser, than most

i can't hear a fiddle so fit
in fact i don't give a - damn

a simile is as cool as winter's rain
so i utter them like, again, and again

true, i'm as buzzed as a bee so busy
but i don't think a bee's like a simile, is he?

© Goode Guy 2013-03-06

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picture this

every day seven hundred million video clips
are shot and stored on memory chips
then uploaded to some video cloud
and vaporously saved for society proud

the dog tricks, the hilarious cats, 
pretty daughters, the mundane facts
the sunsets and beautiful flowers
seven hundred million fractions of hours

personally amorous indiscreet porn or
grieving mother cradling child forlorn
proud fathers shooting son's ball game
the clips of our lives we want to frame

weddings, funerals, baby bubble baths
the stupid stuff we've done for laughs
protesting people marching in streets
saints, sinners, the just plain creeps

if stored on iron, the bits, would rust
if shelved, be clung to, by bits of dust
yet we long to capture meaning somehow
to be reviewed tomorrow, when time allows

press record, click shutter hoping to keep
feelings, emotions, these moments discreet
our very act of attempted save to relive
an attempt to pass on lives - to outlive

our mortified flesh and calcified bones
the incessant drifting of time's sands blown
incarnating our lives to immortality acquire
and so fulfill our Ozymandian desire

© DGoode Guy 2014-01-27

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Reflections of the day traverse
the thought patterns that could be worse.

A sleep that carries strange new dreams
or no sleep now's fated it seems.

Yet in the silent chill of night
you just may find some wise insight.

Of broken paths and reckless wants
the righteous one is that which haunts.

It takes away the need to feel
exacting pain which does reveal.

The message written on the wind
the only one you can rescind.

And when your destiny is clear
stand up erect and show no fear.

Go soft into the early light
and live this day with all your might.

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Better Days

With battles fought, the wounds endured 
these days shall pass, I am assured

The veil of winter shall lift in spring
A bird in mourning shall one day sing

But with the cloak of darkest day
comes bitter wind and skies of gray

A tidal wave to calm the sea
upon the shore, I wait for thee 

My heavy heart sinks into sand
until you come and take my hand

A promise of despair no more
to find the love I'm waiting for

A rescue from the rolling shore 
and peaceful days forevermore 

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The Nightmares

Nightmares that come are so bad I'm  afraid to sleep
Exhaustion enters making sleep needs reach their peak

A little light sleep to settle down falling falling deeply sound
The horror no no go away nightmares please dissipate

Same dreams every night since my darling baby cried
She nursed, very well fed in the morning she died

Nightmares night afer night awaking my baby I dread
Being rocked, rocked, rocked, looking down my baby's dead

(My adoptive mother lost a child, a little girl at age nine months old.  Back then people used 
home remedies very seldom saw a doctor.  The child had been sick with a cold, mother fed 
her and the next morning she was dead.  The  doctor who examined  the corpse said that 
she had had pneumonia and choked to dead on the mucous.)

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Tough Choices

A lovely woman calls out of the blue
Telling me that her life is through

Her kids are all off on there own
Each and every one all have grown

A husband who drinks all day
Asking why the heck does she stay

She cleans all day to pass the time
Would leaving him be such a crime

She called me up for my advice
I barely knew her, only met her twice

Once at church we sat in the same pew
I would have sat in back if I only knew

The other time was at the old county fair
Helped get her sloshed husband out of there

I guess she sees some good in me
If she calls and asks me to set her free

My advice to her is simple at best
You must get away for you are stressed

Go visit your kids or to a week long retreat
By then you will know if your heart does beat

Don't be hasty, it's a lifelong decision
Just make sure you have a clear vision

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Be Yourself

Believe in individualism not compliance,
Etch your mark in existence with defiance.

You’re something special to behold,
Organise your mind and watch your dreams unfold.

Uplift disappointment with drive and ambition,
Reach for the moon and make the stars your fruition.

Sense the worth and value in your being,
Elevate cliché with a creative sightseeing.

Life is a big canvas for you to express yourself,
Find a passion and never let identity expire on the shelf.

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Tell me then what are we here for?
Like the tiny ants who has chores?
Human are definitely assigned
If their spirit is properly aligned
Each person has a talent given
For a goal each should be striven
With what talents have you been blessed
Have you pursued them with much zest
Go there to watch the tiny ant
See how their colony enchants
Each has a job, a small purpose
Go learn_watch the working circus  

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Madly Iridescent

Madly Iridescent By Rick Rucker My wife had told me about her boss, That, to not meet her, would be my loss, I stopped by to see my Honey, Something silly, like to give her money, She said, as long as I was there, She would introduce me to “Mad”, in her office, there, Madeline was her real name, Around my house, she had some fame, My wife was willing to offer a bet, That Mad could walk on water, without getting wet! My wife was not given to hyperbole, But she was understating, to a great degree! Mad was wearing a necklace, and rings, I furtively tried to see if she had Wings! Not mere flattery, She had more power than a battery! It was impossible to define, But I was intoxicated, and I had not drunk any wine, On that day, my Life was changed, All that I had built, was rearranged! Feeling like a scene from “The Bishop’s Wife,” She became, what she called, “my second wife,” Mad played “Dudley”, the Angel that had been sent here, To show the way, the path clear, She and I were completely Platonic, But for me, she was a tonic, Her contagious effervescence, And her Magical iridescence, Changed my Life for all time, Awakened feelings, so sublime! Though I am of this Earth, She multiplied my feelings of self worth, Mad moved away, my wife died, Over both things, I have cried, But she made me more, Than I ever had been before, Her memory kept me going through the darkest night, With that Otherworldly light, Perhaps, her job here, To get me through, the Loss and Fear, To keep me looking for what I have found, The most glorious Love around! And when I meet my Ultimate Fate, I know that there will be a guide, at the Pearly Gate, Of Pure Spirit, an Angelic essence, With that Heavenly iridescence!

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Quelled Woes and Afflictions

I have lived in a contest with life until now, Not to be afraid in anticipation I now solemly vow.................. I have cheated my fears alright, I have broken up with my doubts uptight. I got engaged to my faith last night, I married my dreams at the sight of first light. I am not afraid to get up today, I am not afraid to wake up to another day today, I am not afraid to open my eyes today, I am not afraid to climb out of bed today. I see beyond and am not afraid any more, I see beyond and am not afraid any more. I am ready to face the world all alone, I am ready to do anything to walk up the stepping stone. I am ready to say anything to anyone, I am ready to talk to anyone under the sun. I am ready to yell from mountain tops, I am ready to dive from ravine drops. I am ready to walk for a cause, I am ready to run to protect environmental laws. I am ready to understand tangled issues, I am ready to wipe all tears with tissues. I am ready to jump out from a moving truck, I am ready to pull my allies from loads of muck. I am ready to be creative again, I am ready to write and spill out my joys and pain. I am ready to sing my own songs, I am ready to correct my own wrongs. I am ready to throw a stone afar, I am ready to play my own music for all with the door ajar. I am ready to write notes about me, I am ready to put them up for all to see. I am ready to whistle whilst I walk down the alley, I am ready to pluck the fruits from the orchards of Sally. I see beyond and am not afraid any more, I see beyond and am not afraid any more.

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Poetic Terse

One love is so dear and precious for anyone.
To live without love is definitely a devilish pun.

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A Soulful Frame

Mistakes like rivers float above ground…
Many bridges crossed and torn down…
Reaching back to hold what was lost…
Empty hands and tearful eyes become the cost…
Under a sorry is another to be heard…
Folded neatly in the depths of my words…
Forgetting is not as easy as remembering…
Inside a soulful frame is everything…
I close my eyes as tight as I can…
As every bit of life drips from my hand…

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The breeze stenciled in gray as night dims low
Engraving war's moments, blood of sorrow.

Rhyme Battle: Round 6 , Juli-Michelle

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Here Take My Seat

<                                          Racial      Segregation
                                             One         Nation

                                              Why   Oh   Why
                                              Did   King  Try

                                              Right   Or   Wrong
                                              Everyone   Belongs

                                              Black     Or   White
                                              Put        Up   Fight

                                               Americian    Made
                                               Blood          Gave


                                                Share        Wealth
                                                Spare        Health

                                                 Rosa         Parks

                                                 She   Did   Bark

Entry For
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The Blessing for My Book

As my job and health failed me... I dreamed to someday put together a 
book of poetry and this will be the blessing it will begin with...

As I sit here weaving my poetry
Into the semblance of a book…
I find that I must ask Gods’ blessing…
For the journey, that together we have took.

I find I must bow my head in thought…
Over this book that together we have wrought
As my hands clasp oh so reverently and earnestly over my heart…
As I believe his help brought the words together that I sought.

And God set the journey that shaped what now before you begins…
He helped me find the words that reached through my heart to my pen.
I pray the poems will be worthy of what he showed me as my life’s art.
And upon this book I honestly pray that his blessing he will impart. 

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My Walls Covered

                                              In these four corners lines lay empty..
                                  Waiting for this pen to spill thoughts that are plenty..

                                         I hope I finish before the water washes it away..
                          While trying to keep an upbeat write before a tear takes the day..

                           I can smear words of love and sadness on paper to line my walls..
                            No spot left uncovered , just waves of thoughts that will not fall..

                              With my words that have color and a color that speaks words..
                                My playground to write is in peace, and hate will not disturb..

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Heaven Can Wait

<                                            left behind
                                              how divine

                                              his choosing

                                               my losing

                                            unfinished work

                                              must  assert

                                           I truly understand

                                         " God's"  choice in plan

                                     for " He " needs bigger wings

                                            to carry all my things

                                    and when those clouds spread eagle

                                      it will become finalized and legal

                                              my final destination

                                        will be "Heaven's" sensation

                                         and the reunion will be nil

                                     with family and friends lying still

                                               so for now I'll wait

                                       for my sweet "Lord" to set the date

                                              to return for only me

                                            in  clouds more of three

Entry For 
Catie Lindsey's 
Left Behind Contest
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Not, Not Whats There

There’s much I’ve learned, been better taught, in actuality are not
Control of actions and perceptions these I’ve mostly not

The paths of lights from worlds above seem straight, in truth are not
The speed of light is constant whether counters move or not

A pussycat in box is dead yet live, this can be not
To have one’s cake and eat it is a want that one cannot

They say there is a holy one but see we just cannot
Communicate with those who’ve passed desired but cannot

There is another sense I feel but know this I cannot
This dream that time has birthed though I must live I fathom not

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False Prophets and True Hope

When searching you must take care
The answer is always out there

Even if it’s not what you are
It's ok it’ll only leave a scar

The truth hurts when it can’t justify
Everything you’ve done and you’re forced to ask why

Take comfort in the thought 
That you probably won’t be caught

God is watching everyone
You can’t be judged because you’ve already won

Religion is your veil
Subject the naïve and you’ll never fail

What would Jesus do,
If he were you?

Would he still be a martyr then?
Or would he be a footnote amongst the hearts of men?

It is our ambitions,
That can solve our ambitious contradictions

The problems we face
Are ours to erase

God only measures as high
As your will to survive

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Used To Be

Now long gone those childhood days
A distant memory lost in the haze
No more do they play the games we once did
No cowboys and Indians or Billy the Kid

Gone too are those days of innocent fun 
Discoloured by time they're over and done
The pace of life is so much faster these days
So little time to relax and bask, in the suns rays

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Absent Soul'd Fool

Someone told me today that I have an absent soul
That my intentions were good but that my heart was cold
They basically told me I would never find love
Or that certain someone who fits like a glove

The problem is that I know what they mean
I have a heart I just don’t let it be seen
I cant give it away with the drop of a hat
For fear it’d brake, and I couldn’t face that

So for now it’ll stay wrapped in cotton wool
And I’ll continue to play the absent soul’d fool

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Lunacy Fringe

There is meaning in my psychosis
So the doctor said in his diagnosis

Feral smiles from lupine eyes
The yellow moon hangs in the skies

Four white walls, a padded cell
For the mind demented of hell

Mid-day delusions and razorblades kiss
Parchment skin and bloody lips

Monsters lurk inside my head
Hide from the fluorescent lights overhead.

The doctor awaits me scalpel in hand
Dissect my brain doctor, but you’ll never understand

The parasites host never even knows
And sanity will decompose.

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Fire Ball Red

The sun rose red like fireballs being played
Soon as it rose clouds enveloped to stay
Sand rippled the clouds became bleak and gray
Streaks of cobalt, gray and snow white today
But the doves did coo saying I love you
Roosters, crows, chirp rip chirp rip too
At one time magenta undercoated the clouds
Giving hope where non was allowed
The rippled effect like a clam's fine shell
Touched my heart with feelings so it swelled
Such a day to be blessed with life
Why would anyone want to destroy with a knife?
All at once stillness decended, peace, love
As one vulture the sky ascended
Tranquility upon porch surrounded
I could feel its presence my heart astounded
One lone vulture returned in flight
Looking for food or just for fun_delight
The dove coos once again nesting instinct
Has settled upon him
Peace, love, joy am filled
Thank you God for my time being still___

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light house

-light house-

...lost in the deep dark dangerous fore forest of mental foresight
the pitch blindfold blocking my light of sight

and pattering feet feebly giving way for a stumble
my heavy body spatters mad, my face smudges, i crumble

i take a leap forward, a step that would be of faith
i realize i forgot to read between the slim pith...

there is much a few step in the worlds treaded miles
very few leaps of faith that that made light and smiles

still lost, very hard to find my way i try
midsts introspections and fear of re-occurrence of history,

going forwards paints backwards the presumed future
this time my own self is in destruction; my nature...

i build castles in that darkness of the night
i war, i make soldiers win battle, i too fight

in that darkness i lead a family that follows on
dreams that i cant tell when they were born

...and i follow my ambitious dream that might...
just maybe, might lead me to that search light

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Don't Judge

Don't judge me if you do know zip
For facts are dressed from toe to tip
My recital you never try to read
Thence blinded and hurt by the blood they bleed.

Your animadversion plant it please
For no man is perfect or so you'll see
Why marred that angelic mug of yours?
And force to you my want to deplores?

All of us writes but a different story
Filling each with countless shame and glory
You see but an impression of my looks
And speaks to but a version of my books.

So don't judge me if you do know zip
Since bad karma might seek your lips
My recital you should try to read
Flaw lies in blood that we players feed.

Dovey Annie

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Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

Why do you complain, haven`t you heard 
The sound of thunder, and the song of birds?

The tree was struck by lightning and caught on fire
The bird was shot and is no more a flyer

Why do you moan, haven`t you seen 
The sun setting over the quiet sea?

The sea went mad and raged in the dark
Sinking ships, passengers were eaten by a shark

Why do you cry, haven`t you been told
The Lord walked among us sinful souls?

He died on a cross, with thieves by his side
But enough of this Dr. Jekyll, said Mr.  Hyde

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No, No, No

Mary, Mary, quite contrary said no too many times.
The boyfriend did cry foul, and left her standing in her prime.
But that’s OK I tell you, he wasn’t the right man to make a team.
And she was looking for true love, that illusive, lovely dream.

The important thing to remember is what this means to you.
Waiting can make sure that true love, is really, really true.

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The mountains stand soaring, touching the sky,
Their snow-capped craniums held high.

The brooks and the rivers, crystal clear
Carry the Essence of Life - water so dear.

The air is always untainted and clean
Dust and dirt forever unseen.

The shrubbery and vegetation are flourishing fast
“The Slash and Burn age” is now the past.

Dreams, you see, are peculiar things,
Unknown and unseen into our mind it clings.

Some come true while others fade,
This dream, O Lord, let it not fail.

‘Coz this little dream is not just mine,
It’s yours and theirs; it is growing…the line.

Let’s not stand aside and stare away,
Let’s get into action and pave the way.

To make this world a cleaner one.
To make our short stay much more fun. 

Day by day, hour by hour,
Let’s build up our dream destination.


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love starved

If love is a hunger.Then my heart is 
empty.The pains run deeper then 
the pacific ocean floor.So many 
lovers my heart feels like a revolving 
door.I ask my mother to feed me 
cause i    hunger for her love .She 
gave me the left over scraps from 
my sisters and brother.barely 
enough to stop the pain.I ask my 
father to feed me and he only feeds 
my mother ,and when he 
remembers that I have no love he 
says hes fresh out.I asked my 
husband to  feed me .But he cant 
even make food.He gives me a 
dinner mint of lust .It disappears as 
soon  as it touches my 
lips.Countless lovers taking from an 
already starved heart. The inner 
parts of my heart consumed by the 
love given but never received.My 
heart is just and empty hollow lining 
.So empty the hunger pains can 
never be felt again.

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Why I Write

Written expression is my own personal therapy.
It keeps me sane and gives my thoughts clarity.
My brain comes alive whenever I write poetry.

Self-expression is my way to self-healing.
My poetry at times can be so revealing,
Letting the reader inside, no longer concealing.

Inspirational verse allows me to witness
My belief in God and Jesus Christ to confess.
Open my heart, share His love like a caress.

Humorous rhymes let my inner child breathe.
Creating laughter is a magical gift, I believe.
I am truly blessed with each smile I receive.

Poetic forms with syllabic counts intrigue my brain.
Sometimes finding just the right word can be a pain.
By writing senryu, haiku, and tanka, my mind I train.

Love poems are my favorite poetic genre to explore.
Regardless of how many I’ve written, I write more.
Happy love poems seem to make my heart soar.

I also write sad and broken-hearted verse
Where people are loving then leaving or worse.
There are no happy endings, just the reverse.

If you should ever encounter a poem of mine.
Perhaps it does not have the perfect rhyme
The rhythm could be off a beat you might find.

But know this one thing for sure about my musing,
I don’t believe you’ll find the words confusing.
Many of my poems can even be quite amusing.

I write poems for me, so I write just for joy!
So when you read my poems, I hope you enjoy!

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You're Gone

Screaming to be free
Detesting all of me
Wishing you were here
Drowning in my fears
Crying to be whole
Loathing your new goals
Fighting to survive
Longing to feel alive
Struggling with this fate
Trying not to hate
Smothering all this pain
Explosive once again
Combating this new plot
Hoping I’ll get caught
Probing feelings naught
Tasting hateful lots
Pleading for your help
Banish hurtful yelps
Dejecting the unknown
I’m tired of being alone

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Stop Complaining

People are always complaining it seems
About gas prices, taxes and everything.
Did you every stop to think it through~
Just how good life is for me and you?

Do you have a place to lay your head?
How can you gripe in that king-size bed?
Do you get too hot, or get too cold
In your house that is temperature controlled?

Has your stomach ever been so empty at night
That you would have been glad for just a bite. 
How many times last week did you go out to eat? 
Think about the hungry when you go to sleep.

Can you still afford to buy what you need?
To you give in to your kids when they plead?
Buying stuff you don’t need to live~
When to a good cause, you could give.
I think we all should just be glad.
That we have all that we have had.
We live our life in a land that is free.
Stop complaining about America to me.

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     It can not be received 
      through sugar and spice...

    Or life's addictive pleasures
     by rolling the dice...

    Change is ours so take control
     make that change look to your soul...

    Relax your body and your mind
      look to your heart you may find...

    That feeling of happiness we lost on a bet
      let go of the past and all regret...

                                     Peter K



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Here in the flesh There in a flash. Day activities Night festivities Routine for most Rarely a pause. Forget to breathe Stressed to achieve. Doctors are booked Robots to reboot. Play hunger games Dying in vain. Wanting so much But denying the sun. By CarolineCecile © 05.25.12

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 I was going on a vacation with my family one day,
 We thought we would head down Louisiana way.

 It was great being with my wife and daughter, 
 Until I saw a black bird coming out of the water.

 It struggled to get to the beach we were on,
 When we looked again, it seemed to be gone.

 But it was there, floundering on the beach,
 Along with the fish, shrimp, and other birds just out of reach.

 All of them were strewn on the beach so far,
 Each was deathly sick, and blackened like tar.

 The sand which I knew should have been pristine,
 But the vision we saw was a totally different thing.

 The waves that approached were black with goo,
 Carrying more dead and dying creatures too.

 "Can't we help them, Daddy?", my little girl said,
 "Not now, dear, as most of them will be dead"!

 "But why are they dying?", she said to me,
 How could I explain about the oil from BP?

 "There was an accident from an oil company's rig", said I,
 My little girl looked at the animals and began to cry.

 I tried to explain that man uses so much oil,
 He has to drill in the earth, sometimes in underwater soil.

 "Well then we need to stop it if the animals die!"
 "I know", I said, "We just haven't tried".

 "I will try harder to not use oil", she said,
 "Especially if so many pretty creatures will end up dead!"

 I held her close and wiped her tears,
 Knowing full well that she was wise beyond her years.

 "I'll try too", I said to her,
 Not wanting to see this again occur.

 So I've made a pact with myself to be,
 Less OIL dependent so that others may see.

 If I have to walk a little more than so be it,
 It's better than having to watch the death of an Egret.

 Pehaps we could all take a stance,
 And with Big Oil, not take the chance.

 For anytime man's greedy hand gets into the mix,
 Then the environment is always in for a fix.

 But we can change, adapt, and try to help out,
 By being less dependent of Big Oil's clout.

 We had to come home early because of the spill,
 Like most people, we tasted that bitter pill.

 So now on a crusade with my daughter I will go,
 Trying hard to advise others and put them in the know.

 Especially of what I have seen thru my little girl's eyes,
 Those sickening deaths under clear blue skies.

 I will do my best to get others to stop in their oily run,
 Not only from BP, but Shell, Citgo, Marathon, and Exxon!

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Tears from a Pen

~ Tears from a Pen~

Self-built walls kept me caged…
This soul moves in a peaceful rage…
Eyes with tears now stay dry…
Through the pen this poet cries…
Etched feelings so deep you can hear…
Touch without hands and share a tear…
Where rain is still the backdrop sound…
My thoughts stay drenched on the walls around…

~ PoetMike ~

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Marriage (FOR: "Give Wisdom It's Beauty A couple of lines" Contest Sponsored by: John Freeman)


Beneath the moon two lovers share their dreams.
Before daylight blinds an eternity of sunbeams.

© July 12, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen

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She didn't know what to say
So she said something anyway
"You are always on my mind,
I lose myself, but you I always find
like a malady or a melody
A shadow always following me,
Dipping in to my psyche
Making me love what I dont even like,
Settling for more because you cant accept less,
biting my tongue whilst I willingly confess."
Pausing for a moment to deliberate her spillage,
Eyes wide open, what a mind-blown pillage...
How rude she'd be if she said what she meant to say,
But then again, she being she, would say it anyway.

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After Drowning

When I found the perfect pebble
after looking all day long
I turned it over in my hands 
with reverence like a psalm

 Rolling roughly  down the river
it had changed it's power surge
no longer forcing fate along
it learned instead to merge.

I had in mind a painted weight
to hold my poems down,
covered all in daisies or flying fish
or clowns,

But time stood still upon my face
a oneness filled the air
I knew it must not leave this place
and so I left it there.

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Fearless Point of View

The fear of failure got me scared,
like my talent and God are not really there.
Constantly drowning in a sea of doubt,
as I’m afraid to tap into my potential and rise above the clouds.
Inside me, personal ignorance builds a wall around my mind,
blocking the streams of light that stop me from walking blind.
But what fear fails to learn,
is the self-taught courage that frees me to yearn.
The will to thrive beyond the worry.
and the humbleness to know; I’ll never be God
but I shall forever succeed through His glory.
The future is an unknown place for me and you,
but we will make it through,
if we always keep a fearless point of view.

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You played my mind 
With that tricky style

That untamed shimmer in your eye
Leaves my world upside down

You disappeared like Houdini
And came back with nonchalance

You shared a new world
Then took it all back

You held me and soothed me
You whispered love to my soul

But you lied, and you stabbed me
Yet I stand tall, unbroken

You are too real to be real
Too believable to believe

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VISIBLY LOW When we fight in our own strength- God pulls out the rug In human pride to be glorified- acting independent-- smug We may well be on His side—yet still in conflict with Him Ironically give all that we have—strive to His every whim Want vigour to glorify His name—ourselves take credit Inadequate egotistic weak efforts— bring Him the merit What of Faith and pure motives—pleasing His purpose? Independently following good works— wisdom surface Worthy attempts earning honour alone— do not glorify Incandescent submission to His power—display & clarify Withholding permitting Him take the lead— battles to win Instilling visibly low to His visible high--comes peace within Inspired by (Judges 7) © September 2013—Kim van Breda

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Genuine integrity and honor they say
Comes from an absolute spiritual way
Sending messages you keep deep inside
Misfits and sinners stand silent with pride.

Society needs to delve deep today
Many of us alone, or withdrawn in some way.
Our morals get lost...we keep on trying
To Keep ourselves safe we may start lying.

Not one little spirit is quite so rare....
That their sins are forgotten with one simple Prayer 
Gotta be honest and's true 
Lessons learned are not all that new

Simple deceptions of powers inside
Allow us to listen to our false pride
Perhaps there is nothing more...nothing less
These words of wisdom just put in a chest

How many times have you heard people Chant
Believe in the power of saying, " I can't"...?
We need time today to think and ponder
Allowing our souls to willfully wonder

Life's reality seems quite profound
Once you delve deep you've then yourself found
Judging yourself from the inside...
Lay no judgment and swallow your pride~

copyright 2007

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Country Inc

Country Inc.

We're not as backward as you may think 
we're citizens of The Country Inc.
the mission statement, our purpose stated
is not that we're all made equated - 
It's more that this quarter's statement's due
filch off the many, to pocket the few

The ad campaign's already produced
lie lines written and on the loose
You fool ninety percent all the damn time
and they don't believe that it's a crime
How cool is that!, how cool you ask?
is a topped-up Ponsi so hard to grasp?

Our constitution's shape, a pyramid
reminding the point is unwarranted
The pointed top, they say is sharp,
sharpest guys in the room they'll say
Keep excavating the base's strength
and it'll invert over the other way

Toys are things and people are people
who has the most of each, says a lot
about what a person values as equal
what's yours is mine, no matter what's got
if it ain't now, we'll make it legal
wink 'n' whisper 'n' don't get caught

bye-bye freedoms bought by our by-laws 
in micro-pica font for fine-printed clause
corporations are people and people The Country
we all know, that it's all for the money
and money after all is what we're here for
scraping and clawing in this capital war

so damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead
fodder citizens and soldiers so easily bled
of riches hard-earned, their hard-work toiled
for the few, the chosen, their soft hands unspoiled
not calloused yet callous in daily demeanor
easy to take the whole Country to the cleaners

I'll swear to you that economy is paramount
stuffed into clandestine offshore accounts
but business is business no need for rancor
vocationing as a Wall Street investment banker
and take what's there pinched by legality
incorporated into our capitalism's reality

© Goode Guy 2013-05-21

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     As I stood on the porch at eveningtide,
     I saw them slowly flying away with a glide.

     Their wings were spread to catch the air,
     But they caught more, as I stood there.

      For I saw something else in that beautiful scene,
      I saw a face, somber and serene.

      It made me think of the day gone by,
      As the sun fell lower in the sky.

      It was the face of the day the Lord just spent,
      And was surely there, and heaven sent.

      His face was made by the light, darkness, and those birds out a mile,
      He was reminding me, that I had reasons to smile.

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Fools Be Wise

such folly that it seems not odd 
for mortal man to live as gods.
To rule by reason of himself
and glory at his mortal works.
How boastful, proud and arrogant
that God be our mannican
to move and posture as we please.
How dare we make a man of Him?!

That God be mindful is a grace
and no effort can that gift replace.
If man can not deny his breath
to deny its giver, is certain death
so lets repent
our ways to mend,
so folly will not be our end.

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Dream State

I broke my pen today
I lost my own way

Forgot what I could find
Consequently I am blind

I won’t be the same
Again I’ll eat the blame

Feel but do not touch
This pity is my crutch 

Pray to God and break
Keep me alive, not awake

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In Desperate Attempt

Chase your dreams,
If only, if only...

As the last words I speak
Pierce the hearts of the loved.

If he's anything like you,
Do I really want to go there?

It's a question of acceptance.
Fighting to wrap myself around it.

Just breathe, just breathe,
I stumble around feeling,

Glazed over in reality,
Nothing; not you and I exist.

Desperately looking at a legacy,
17 years in the making;

If only, if only,
I could chase my dreams.

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Forsaking Hope

An Angel stalked my better-half through my mind
Questioning our flawless design

Angel: "What is a beast if you grant it introspection?"
Man: "It's still an animal, yet closer to imperfection."

"What is a dog with no will to live?"
"A dog with a will always has hope to give."

"But dogs cannot contemplate, they simply are."
"Yet humans can, is it an improvement or a scar?"

"Undying love is a gift you bear!"
"What good is it when it hurts to care?"

"That is the beauty of woman and man!"
"But what is it, what truth is there to understand?"

"That is for God to tell"
"If our questions go unheard, I'm glad we fell."

"You've only fallen if you fail to see."
"I don't see god, but I can feel the animal in me."

"You would deny your God given status?"
"If God made us so great, then why can't we kill the bestial urges inside us?"

"Some people dwell closer to sin."
"Yet none of us can handle the animal within."

"I cannot help you if you can't agree."
"Only if I agree you will set me free?"

"Only with the glory of God can we save you and your kind."
"You cannot help me, you are just within my mind."

With that the Angel fell dead
The man stared calmly toward nothing and shot himself in the head

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Pauper bow to King, King bow to Pauper

There are times, when I the pauper, pretend that I am King.

Power uncontested have I, the master of everything.

Beloved by all my subjects who adore me from afar.

Festivals honoring this miracle me, my name etched in the stars.

Tailored cloths adorned with jewels to cover my royal hide.

A simple tear or pin prick drip and I toss them all outside.

The finest foods from around the world brought in each time I dine.

Fill the goblets of glowing gold with most luxurious wine.

My leisure is of royal command my joy by royal decree

Just think of it, a whole Kingdom thinking me High and Mighty.

A knock disturbs my nap one day in late afternoon.

Another ball in my honor at the next full moon.

Posing for another sculpture, another portrait commissioned.

This bard’s song of my good deeds, and that one’s new rendition.

My every day so busy now, my Kingdom must prepare,

Strong against our enemies, may they all beware.

I toil over strategies and rulings of my court.

Solving problems of those little people with whom I do not consort.

Into bed I fall asleep exhausted every night.

My advisers unrelentingly needing my ear at first light.

More battles to be won today new subjects fall in line.

Soon the entire world it seems might very well be mine.

The people they need food and drink, I must divide the lands.

The royal lists of would be Lords, all under my command.

Arguments continue on it seems they never end.

So many to bow before me and yet I’m without one friend.

Every decision a higher cost, nothing’s simple on this throne.

It has been near fifteen years since I had some time alone.

Slumping on my golden throne, lost in royal thought.

Sometimes when I am King I pretend that I am not.

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Self Reflection

My face is a canvas
on which ever busied time will paint for decades.

My lips are dried out magnets
of unseen power and attraction.

My ears are smithies
that poundr the sounds from the hammer to the anvil.

My hands are warm taloned machines
that alternately build and destroy.

My knees are shredded toilet paper
thrown in oak trees before a monsoon.

My heart’s a molten battery
that doubles as a punching bag.

My eyes are two long dead stars
whose fragile green lights have just reached the Earth.

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Brief Me

Inside the center, creator of inventor, who is there Onion from which I stare, mystery of me, who is where

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Ode To The Whippoorwill

I remember in the evening's dusk,
The singing breeze in the drying husk;
Along woods edge, the whippoorwill's cry,
So alluring its call angels would sigh.
Yes, I remember the whippoorwill,
But do the angels remember still?
The call that echoed  the end of day
When man would put his labour away;
And meditate with the singing breeze 
And the whippoorwill amongst the trees.
I wonder if angels sigh of choice,
For never now do I hear its voice.

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please wait

please wait...

what's queued up to be our fate?
it seems never ending, please wait...

the phone menu of very important calls
if paid attention to, says it all

the traffic light that only sees red
never flashing greenly to go ahead

the computing device that must attend
to things beyond people's comprehen...sion

the form filled out on the bottom says
six to eight weeks of non-refundable dread

Job's sitting around just reading his book
contemplating proceeding by hook or by crook 

patience wearing, on thin ice to skate
oh god, the lordly retort - please wait...

© Goode Guy 2014-01-29

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             ANOTHER CHANCE

Knew a woman who was caught
In a lie that someone bought
Couldn’t find the sun in day
Couldn’t smile a thin bouquet

Knew a woman who got old
Time flew by while she raged bold
Then alone was all she knew
Couldn’t make a grey sky blue

Forgotten was the light tossed sky
Stardust’s beauty passed her by
Lost were voices of her past--
Life is fragile first to last

Luck gave her a trusty friend
Dragged her from a lonely end
Now she sits among her flowers
Not alone --in treasured hours

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A sickness, cold, solemn, black
Hides in my mind, waits for me to turn my back

It's slaughtered my family, my lovers, my mates
Now it is my turn, it schemes and it waits

It's plagued all the people, the young and old
It wishes to kill me, to turn my heart cold

But I fight it; I won't let it get under my skin
I will use my every defense, I can't let it win

"Love kills the demon," we all must know
So now is the time to let our hearts grow

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A MINUTES OBSERVATION I took a walk today and happened on a spot Covered by spreading trees shading every plot A graveyard small and neglected easy to miss A place to sit awhile in peace and reminisce The graves some neglected a few well kept Monuments placed by those who had once wept Over many travelled souls now long laid to sleep Beneath the lengthening shadows ever deep I lingered my own spirit becoming quiet and still As those beneath me who had had their fill Of their lives and all that short sojourn meant An eternity to accept where they had been sent I too wondered just where I would eventually go Would my ashes be spread or would I be laid below I sat still contemplating life death and resurrection And of my own possible path to a magnificent heaven © DilysBrown October 2013

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Cosmic Dancer

Precious piety covers his face while
I`m tearing at delicately woven lace

Honest gardener works till the late hours
I deliciously debauch his innocent flowers

Creators, sustainers frown with a look of amnesia
Forgetting their brother is a worshiper of Shiva

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The Mistress On The Hill

She liked her wine and cocaine,
The mistress on the hill.
She used it to dull the pain,
How good it made her feel.
He took her to all the dives,
She learned to love the flame.
It wasn't the best of lives,
But who was she too blame.
She loved her wine and cocaine,
How good it made her feel.
She used it to dull the pain,
The mistress on the hill.

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First Blood

Four metal birds take flight in a blue sky,
Intent unknown to the world's calloused eye.
One's overcome in its attempted ploy,
Three succeed in their mission to destroy.
A nation that has answered freedom's call
Watches in disbelief the crumbling fall
Of alabaster twins in anguished demise,
Brought down by satan's power of disguise.
One nation under God can't begin to equate
How a people of faith can harbor such hate.
Tears flow as rivers awash in a flood,
A network of fanatics has drawn first blood.
Some see the pentagram as the devil's sign;
(I see the irony in satan's design.)
What once was a dove transforms into a hawk;
Will we the people lend our support or balk?

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There isn't much difference in being a ROMANTIC,
Than there is is watching the CUBS latest antics.

You have to love life on some level, you see,
To believe that the CUBS will not continue to go Pennant Free!

So, deep down inside you summon all the love you have,
Keeping it buried, except for being  what you believe.

I have always been a CUB FAN, sometimes in tears,
As "Wait 'Til Next Year", has forever been in my ears.

But I have followed this team thru thick and thin,
Feeling the pain and bearing it with a grin.

The ROMANTIC me sees them winning the Series one day,
The CUB FAN in me knows that is far, far away.

Their play has not been that extraordinary,
So, it tends to make us CUB FANS more than wary.

But then there are days when they flash-bang a team with hits,
And slap leather on the ball when it gets close to their mitts.

The big thing about CUB FANS is their "ROMANTIC" side,
Our hearts are big, we love much, and have little to hide.

There are those who scoff at our team's play,
But ROMANTICally we know that will all change one day.

Because the field they play on is one of the best,
We continue to hope that the team does the rest.

We are proud of our team but I've heard people laugh,
Like husband and wife, only CUB FANS can give them the gaff.

I wake each day during seasonal play,
Wondering what my team will do that day.

I look for big scores, no hitters, and more,
Most of the time I get really sore.

Not so much in a physical way,
But the ROMANIC in me sure gets a play.

The team will rock my foundations to the core,
When I find out how they let the other guys score.

So the emotional side of CUB FANS is real,
And has to be charged anew each day with ROMANTIC zeal.

That is why you'll see me write what I do,
Whether it's about my team or my life too.

I won't say it's easy being a CUB FAN in life,
But the ROMANTIC in me helps to get thru the strife.

Just remember that "hopeless" is not something you say,
When talking about the CUBS, at least not facing my way.

I know they haven't won a World Series since before most were alive,
They haven't even been in it...since 1945.

But we CUB FANS continue to hope and pray,
That our team will again, be there one day.

It's the ROMANTIC in me that says to you,
As my veins run full of only CUBBIE blue.

Smile, laugh, or think me crazy if you like,
The ROMANTIC soul that governs the life of this CUB FAN will tell you to just "Take A Hike"!

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Making Up My Own Mind

Morning approaches out of another sleepless night
Anticipation gathers around my bedposts come daylight

Decisions made in the dark,they fade away so fast
Was it a dream of consequences related to the past?

Should I disregard the calm I feel as I begin the day?
Maybe I will learn how to get out of my own way!

It's very good to have the strength to seek out all your choices
But not so great when all you hear are everybodys voices

Telling you this and meaning that just doesn't cut the mustard
It leaves you silently indignant and so very flustered

So just follow your voice within,find what you really need
Let the naysayers figure out you won't be taking heed

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Fire Dance

On this frosty eve in late September
I look into the flames and remember

Colors writhe and twist in timeless dance
With their own version of romance

Across the log they seem to pirouette
Imagining I can see your silhouette

Fire leaps with each sudden windy gust
Burning with an all consuming lust

With this dance you seem close to me
And I sit, contemplating what used to be.......

For the Dance contest

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A quickie for two

Agile feelings all alone
Fragile living on my own 
Fickle fingers typing thought
Meaning, depth and insight sought
Drowning sorrows, quicksand driven
Floating promise slowly risen 
Words contained, but yearn to fly
Caged, the birds in my mind’s eye
Burn the rust within this soul
Combust with freedom, make me whole
Transform this canvas, recreate
Brand the keeper of this gate
As art well sculpted by brain power
Planted seeds that sprout to flower
And nurtured by an inner voice
Where roots grow deeper, fed by choice  

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My Demons

In darkened corners 
Of my troubled mind

Lie hidden demons
Left to find

They creep and linger
Ever there

Waiting for some sweet despair
To show their faces
And sink their claws

Into places
Soft and raw

They feed on worry, fear, and doubt
But I know how to bring them out

To deal with them courageously
In hopes at last they’ll set me free

Face the darkness deep and true
Find the hidden healing clues

Bring the fearsome thoughts to light
Where they’ll lose all will to fight

Without the secret shameful shadows
They can’t exist to fight this battle

And at long last I’ll truly win
My soul, my heart, and yet again

Be happy as I could have been
Had I never let those demons in

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The Real Beauty

The most beautiful people on Earth are sometimes the ugliest
They indulge in evil and sin best

Though beautiful on the appearance
They hardly deserve that we do cast them a glance

Inside, they have nothing, no values, no morals
They can even be filled with diseases, reminding them that they are in fact 

The most beautiful people are those rare ones
Those who are as swift and subtle as Pan

Those who care not for the materialistic
Those who relish the meaning of that which is mystic

Those who  have seen the realm of the Lord
Those who know, that if they do act with grace, they shall be given a reward

Those who care for others,
Those who are, for this world, mere lovers!

In love with all of creation,
In love with its toils, and its solutions!

Such are those people who deserve, to have beauty
For they are the ones shining with purity!

If you do meet such a beautiful person,
Pray do treat him like a son!

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Where Will I Go?

When I die where will I go,
Up to Heaven or Hell down below;

Will I see my family that is dead and gone,
Or will I even get to move on;

Will I fade into nothing and disappear,
Will I feel hunger, pain, or fear;

Am I doomed to suffer for eternity,
Or will I remain, more or less Me;

Will I come back in another life,
To once again feel anguish and strife;

Just where will my final judgment lay,
I hope God is merciful on that day.

~Inspired by "Is Death The End?" by Susan Palli~

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       	your husband works til ten
        your wife has cramps again
         your kid stays out all night
Things at work don’t seem just right

Reasons why may be a lot
while your gut ties up in knots
Easiest and often worst
Is the thing you think of first

Occam says:

Many reasons could explain
Why bad actions have been done
But the first that hits your brain
Usually is the accurate one

*Occam was a 14th century philosopher/scientist that said the simplest answer is the best--this was in reference to science as well as life

Razor:  short concise answer

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From the top of my heated head

I thank you all for allowing me
An astutely marvelous opportunity
To spark synopses atriums
And bounce ideas from craniums
That is the mattress under lights
Where rocket ships prepare for flight
They launch for space in peaceful moods
And head for bulbs of orbing moons

Like moths that orbit thought balloons

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Between the ears

I raise my glass 
and give false cheers 
Leave on the light 
to hide my fears 
Wear make up 
to fade the years 
Bow my head 
to avoid their sneers 
Run in the rain 
to disguise my tears 
Plaster on a smile 
as inside it sears 
Gaze at the clock 
as the time nears 
Watch it slip away 
as it disappears

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A windowless mansion stands on a no man`s land
In it there`s a dark tomb made by my own hand
Here I`m buried with memories I treasure, here
I`m tormented by sensations of pain and pleasure
Every thought of you is a new brick in the wall
Images of fantasies decorate the haunted hall
I summoned angels, wished they lived with me here
But they turned into demons of jealousy and fear
Such sinister creatures know nothing of charity
The price for my pleasures will be my sanity

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Me on Me

I really have no hobbies on a regular basis you see.
I enjoy woodworking, troubleshooting to any degree.

I do not like to cut grass with a lawn mower at all.
Though I love and enjoy weed eating, summer to fall.

My mind thinks continually, every day, upon everything.
I have no voice that has any tone, but in private I love to sing.

The only desire I have is to make others happy and enjoy life.
I definitely am not prideful, and I try to live with little strife.

written for
Sponsor Francine Roberts 
Contest Name Tell Us Something We Don't Know 

written by
cecil hickman

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Activity #39

I hate the way there's silence
When I ask if someone's there

I hate the way I'm empty
Left to just sit and stare

I hate the way I'm lonely
When I shouldn't have to be

I hate the way I'm hated
Thrown down on my knees

I hate the way things have gone
Completely taken off course

I hate the way things are going
My screams leaving me hoarse

I hate the way I'm sitting here
Writing down my pain

I hate the way no one cares
I have nothing left to gain

I hate the way I write your name
When I write something down

I hate the way my dreams aren't safe
I wake up with a frown

I hate the way people judge
Their rubric far from fair

But most of all, I hate the way
You think that I don't care

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"Double Standard Logic"

Do you believe there is this conceive
A double standing meander?

In this world of current strife
Actions and words cuts as a knife?

Would you change it if you could
Is it not plain that you should?

Do you not know from whence it came
If you did would you take the blame?

Would you hang your head in shame
And live up to your Savior’s name?

Love’s tree of life is not to blame
And to blame a devil is very lame!

Rather you blame a serpent in a tree
Or would you rather be made free?

Tempted to believe in a natural fruit
`Tis Eve’s good and evil needs the boot! 

For `Tis the double standard  meander
The brain the goose the mind it’s gander!

This is a very important truth
Straight from Moses’ Love booth

Feed me of Love from source above
Give me feedback, my Poet Soups of Love!

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Just One

<                                             The Rose
                                               I  Suppose

                                              Unfurl Petals
                                             Magical Medows

                                                Long     Stem
                                              Starlight  Gem

                                               Crystal Adorn's
                                                Table's  Born

                                               Womens  Heart
                                                  Man's   Start

                                               Passionate Bliss
                                                  Velvet    Kiss

                                                   Just     One

                                                  Loves   Begun

Entry For
A Rambling Poet's
The Flower Contest 
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Cradle To Grave

Newborn soul of wind and sky
Angels tread softly upon this place

Eyes of elemental flame
Glowing passion, simmering grace

Feral child of natures plan
Innocence of this earthly place

Learning now the ways of man
His sins to be embraced

Realm of man exacts its toll
A life spent bereft of care

Cynics heart, unfeeling hands
Vacant eyes and deadened stare

Beliefs embraced, preached as truth
Corrupted chants of prayer

Spread the lies of immortality
The guff no souls to spare

Fire to embers, flames to ash
Life's goals begin to fail

Within himself he lives and breathes
Good intentions he derails

Final breaths he draws in pain
Memories start to pale

A world now dims in retrospect
As he steps beyond the veil


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He had seen a lot of it 
In his lifetime growing up here

Gently falling snow 
All about the roads and fields 

Each and every year it comes 
Gentle and unexpected 

Just like tears of ice 
Somehow misdirected 

He often wondered 
How each year it looks so new 

White and frozen, crystalline 
A winter’s rendezvous 

Looking out he wondered, how many 
More years he’d live to see 

The snow, like feathers falling 
With pleasant urgency 

Many stories ran through his mind 
As he watched the winter’s rain 

Of car rides, and family trips 
of life lived through a windowpane 

Memories of his so very special 
now and long ago 

Captured in the falling 
Of precious, newborn snow

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The Power of You

Human nature the epitome of despair
Ask around, does anybody care?

The submissive to the strong and the strong to the circumstance
Historically falling into the same traps by chance

Prove a point by looking the other way
Or step-up and change today

The problem with living in this Democracy?
We can’t see the walls when we assume we’re free

When simple ideas are fed with simple lies
The power overwhelms the opposition’s cries

We live to love
Some obsessed with the power above

The power of faith can blind
Sometimes true answers are harder to find

Criticism is an instinct
Try to slow down and think

The ideal for you 
Can’t always be true

The world can’t change overnight
But we’ll never know if we never try

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Unending Wars

Unending wars

Heart rendering cries and war widows, 
Innocent faces bound to lose their glow,

Why this war and bloodshed ?

To define boundaries on religion and race,
Confine it to bravery and conquer for grace,

What in return are we going to get ?

Best of minds putting up to destroy,
Aren't we leading a dead convoy ?

When do we rise above war for humanity sake ?

Why not cherish birth rather ending up life,
Shun destruction and put an end to strife,

Do we still need to ponder ?

His amazing creations and nature in hue and cry,
I can't even breathe, can slashed wings ever fly ?

Unless we intellectuals put an end to unending wars !!

Written December 16th, 2014
For Cyndi's contest 'I can't breathe'

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Hope For A New Generation

The death of a saint, a martyr to some
The death of a hero, a husband to one

A soldier turned humanitarian, he cared for all
He attempted to hurdle that natural barrier, to climb that human wall

To give up his dreams and aspirations
To relinquish his will of self-preservation

To benefit all of human kind
To alter how we interact, to change our time

Such a task he set upon with stalwart dedication
He preached caring and forgiveness, not revenge or vindication

He loved all regardless of their color, religion, or creed
He served everyone, just as he had served his country

With a fire and passion not seen in lesser men
He truly understood what it meant to be human

Yet not everyone shared his vision of peace
More blood was spilled and the fighting did not cease

He carried on despite the pain of knowing so much
He often relied upon the love of his family for a crutch

But there is a point at which every man breaks
His feeling of failure overwhelmed his need to be great

However even in his darkest hour, his hope did not falter
His compassion was renewed with the help of a different altar

A belief built upon the hope that people can change 
He had experienced so much, developed such a broad emotional range

It seemed that he was ready to change us all
What a tragic thing it is when greatness does fall

Alone in the darkness of his room the killer did sit
The hero was shot and killed by a man who was painfully desperate

Seeking a greatness of his own
He wasn’t satisfied with the world he was shown

And so died the dream of the hero, this saint
The martyr departed and his fire burned faint

Yet hope never dies
It is in everything from the way we believe to a newborns cries

We would do well to remember that ordinary people have had extraordinary dreams
Amongst all this bloodshed there is more to life than it seems

We are all here together, for what purpose we do not know
However if we recognize those around us, we can always help each other grow

To always be working towards that next step, to be supporting that re-birth
For love is all around us and it is the most important thing on Earth

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I thought for this'n I be a dodger,
But the Cap'n told me to hoist the Jolly Roger.

Skull 'n Bones on Black in the air,
Ye know, matey, that I be thar.

Me peg leg be a clompin' so loud,
Ye be sure to find me, even in a crowd.

With a patch o'er one eye 'n me parrot too,
Ye be sure that we be lookin' fer you!

Cutlalsses out 'n daggers in our teeth, 
Ropes from the yardarms, hangin' b'neath.

If'n ye see me thar up on the deck,
Ye can be sure I be wantin' to put a rope 'round yor neck.

We be after the spoils of a bounteous sea,
That means RANSOM to you...GOLD for me!

For we be sellin' you to someone for gold,
'Else ye be not gettin' very old.

'N if we be needin' any more,
We be a takin' all them trinkets in ye ship's store.

Our Cap'n orders the ship turn about,
We be after yorn, without a doubt.

The Cap'n be a mean'un ye ought to know,
He be a blood spiller from long ago.

That's why he be the Cap'n ye see,
'N the crew to his word, we all step lively.

I seen him cut a man in two,
Cut out his heart, 'n eat his liver too!

So I be doin' what he tells me I should,
'Else I could become the Capn's food.

Any man of our crew ye would not want to see,
They be all cutthroats, just like me

The crew is lively that's for shor,
Especially when we get ashore.

We take no baths and get no scrub,
We be downin' all the ale, left in the pub.

They may look dirty and smell to thee,
But they be pleasin' 'n have a sweet aroma to me.

Oh, the pirate's life is one o' glory,
'S long 's ye be 'round to tell yer story.

'N one thing more I be tellin' you,
A'for I go 'n get a brew.

You can tell one's a pirate if'n ye want to seek,
Their talk is filled with contractives and other speak.

They eat only meat 'n fish fer no Gar,
"N at the end of their words, they al'ays say RRRRRRRRRRR!

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The Storms Of Life

Experience the storms of life We learn to live with very big strifes We feel the chilled wind And at times feel blind By running head on, and working hard We can tame the storm, walk another yard Through it all we will come to know The happiness with a rainbow

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Vice Averse

" The other way around, not now, by God's grace     		                                               
not hiding but seeking your face.                                                           		
Hating what I did, pray for strength to live,   	                                                            
Lord the sin, I would, God forbid.    					
Thy sword Holy slay from inside,                                                                                            
via thy Spirit, I am mortified.						
Now in light, hating the dark vice,                                                                                        
The old man is dead, crucified with Christ.                                                                               
Faith forebears past a new creature,    					   
enemies once: Now a preacher.          					
Hating the very things, I use to lust for, 			                                     
Distaining thought is gain no more.					
Like tin in fire, burnt the earthly desires,                   		                                        
even the smoke rise no higher.  					
To refuse the evil, and choose the good   					            
of a verse; Would not, now I would. "

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A Soldier Departs

A soldier dies for the sake of his country
He lived in a land where we’re all meant to be free

Bleeding from his wounds he speaks before his life is done
“Not every soldier goes to heaven and I fear that I am one”

“I fought to save the innocent from suffering”
“I fought so hard but I couldn’t save them from dying”

He gasps as he chokes on his tears
His mind is but a fleeting memory thinking of long forgotten years

“My parents said to grow up and live strong”
“If they could see me now, would they hold me before I’m gone?”

“Or have I crossed the line between man and beast?”
“Oh Lord I beg of you, let this pain cease”

“Or has God forsaken man?”
“Does it matter? I’ve already fought and died for this land”

Hovering between life and death
He speaks with his last breath

“Is God watching now, have I done well?”
“If not heaven, where else can I go? For I’ve already seen hell”

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Unanswered Questions

Do you like waking up with me there?
If I walked away, would you care?
Do you wait for me, expect my call,
Or do you not think of me at all?
Does the future ever cross your mind?
Will I be a part of it, given time?
Do you feel a strong desire for me,
Or do I merely satisfy your need?
I can make you laugh if I try, 
But do I ever make you cry?
When we're together so intimately,
Do your thoughts dwell only on me?
When we’re apart and I am far away,
Do you wish that I would be there to stay?
Is my love for you given all in vain?
Will you ask me to take your last name?
Will I be the one who shares the rest of your life?
Do you think that I would make you a good wife?

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Death whispers:
My darling, I am here
You are not meant to persevere
Broken bones and broken backs
Will not be healed with pins and tacks
The daily war with packs that freeze
Will in a flash turn memories
The pain that tears your guts and mind
Will be a trail that’s left behind

Her Life is sweet
Or so it was
Before a surgeon’s saw and buzz
Before another surgeon’s plead
I must repair small misdeed
Mistakes will happen,  d  e  a  r,
he quipped
an actor even makes a slip 
you signed a waiver
lawyer said
the part where you might end up dead
or maybe deaf or maybe blind
but your left foot just drags behind
and oh your little aches and pains
look great in court---a money gain
and so you’re really in good shape--
just a little stitch and tape
He smiles a bit about the money
to him it’s all a little funny
sitting in his painless chair
flicking back his painless hair

He’s out the door and she’s alone
turns off the lights unplugs the phone
her body’s screaming : overload
her nervous system drones:   implode

picks up a glass from tray by bed
she curses all the dunderheads
tongue curls disdain from metal taste
But not a drop must go to waste
And, as she waits sun slithers in
Like a cat with milk on chin
Just as she muses this fine day
Could be her last on earth to stay
From toes an elegance – an ease -- a bliss--
Relief—hurls echoes of God’s kiss

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What Did I Ever Do To You

There are many things that are caught by the naked eye
They could be weird or strange or even crazy things that'll make you cry

Think my strangest encounter thus far
Was a little skunk caught in a snare from my car

In underbrush and weeds so high
Heard it's whimpers then saw it's final sigh

Razor edges wrapped around its head
For sure I thought it was dead

As I moved in closer to take a peek
Its hind back arched and sprayed oh how it reeked

Poor little guy I could do nothing for
Except call D.N.R and cry once more

As they placed it in a steel cage
Heard the officer say it was that of young age

When do you think one will learn
Gods creatures did nothing in return

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I am the tears....the unbearable pain ;
I am the freak that is called insane...
I am anarchy....hopelessness...
I am the seat of all rotten mess !
I am the feeble dying breath...
O yeah,I am the ugly face of death !
I am fear, I am vice...
A bundle I am of loss & lies...
I am failure...I am despair....
I am unfulfillment...beyond repair;
I am the sourness...I am shit...
I am ignominy....this is it...!
I am the ashes...I am the ruins...
I am sorrow....yes,I am the sins !
I am the cloud of darkness menacing....
& yet they say I am the supreme being...!

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A mountain speaks

I stood atop a mountain high
Surveyed the vastness of the sky
With arms extended outwardly
A moments thought inspirit me.
I pray you mount, I beg bespeak
Please share with me your grand mystique;
Bestow on me the things you know.
An echo thrice said, “No!.. No!.. No!”
Why? I asked, disconcertingly
Meaning is all I seek, only
Please, please impart what I should know.
Again the echo,” No!.. No!.. No!”
Instantly it began to rain
‘Twas then my quest was all in vain.

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Was always told that I needed to own a little land
Now I have the precious deed in a death grip in my hand

Next I'll need to mark the plot with an engraved stone
And not too long in the future this will be home

No one will be able to take this away...ground and sod
But my inner spirit being will be home with my God

(Thomas Wyatt style of 14,14,..12,12...14,14)

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I was there the day the Lord came a callin'
His voice was strong that Monday mornin'.

He called up the souls that were there to take
And the lines went from earth up to heaven's gate.

I waited for my name to be called as well
But when it wasn't, to my knees I fell.

"Please Lord" , said I as I lifted my voice
"Take me along with You, as it is Your choice."

Then it flashed before me and I knew
I hadn't been the person on earth that I was supposed to.

Wasn't I the one who always said, "Don't get mad...get even!"
Well, that's what He was doing...just by His leavin'.

I wasn't as kind or forgiving as I should have been
That was my crime...that was my sin.

I wanted to go with that Raptured  group
Instead I was left to write more for the Soup.

I needed to learn that in so many ways
It was my fault that I needed to stay for more days.

Perhaps, should I learn how to be a better man
The Lord would to time extend His hand.

But for now I was to stay where I am
Crying for pity and forgiveness to get out of this jam.

For the Lord sees all from His throne on high
Even the smallest smudge will not get you nigh.

What do I say except, "I'm sorry, Lord..."
There is nothing more precious word.

And I must learn to say it a thousand times more
To those others like me that I've hurt by the score.

For it is their forgiveness which I must first capture
If I want Jesus to take me...whence comes the Rapture.

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My Shame

I tasted the breath of death, just the other day
Please bow your heads with me, let us all pray

There was the darkness all curled up in my mind
Looking for something that was not there to find

There was no shame; no guilt there was no reason to lie
I answered each question, about the how and the why

I ask about my wife, my daughter and even my Doctor to
I couldn’t believe I had overdosed; after all I have been through

My wife talked with my Doctor who gave me a hug and a grin
Scared to death that I was about to lose one of my dearest friends 

He said, “Mike that is the number one thing that I love about you”
You ask about how all of us are feeling, with your heart so true

Mike You’re the one table, you’re the one you just about died
Yet it is for each one of us, all of those tears you have cried

Mike look at all the people that are concerned about you
It’s because you have learned how to be truer than true

I bet this little story will be written for the whole world to see
With no shame in your game, guess what just happened to me?

Mike that’s why this whole town loves the person you are
When it comes to the cold hard truth, you shine like a star 

Where most people would be running off someplace to hide
You’ll tell the truth to the world with the Lord at your side

Somebody mentioned the 12-step program and yes I do attend
Though these days everything I do depends on the pain I am in

I created many games in Prison to test ones threshold of pain
Most folk would agree mine sits on the border of totally insane

My nerves have been crushed, cut and broken almost broke into
Which happened to the cartilage in my knee and a ligament or two  

Through it all I’ve helped everyone I can, I have refused to stop
When it comes to my spiritual mountain I’m driven to reach the top

But ever since I overdosed that day, I am on a journey of rest
See the Lord will go to every extreme so we will learn his test

This poem is a beautiful story that keeps running though my mind
Though I reckon I should end it now that there is no more to find

Everyday is a miracle in a single breath our lives can be taken away
Tell the ones that you love I love you, and take time with them to pray

As for me I reckon that I make my mistakes I’m just a part of the game
That little part with a great big heart sharing every last drop of my shame

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I am the sequoia, standing still,
The universe from which galaxies spill.
I am sun, moon, the glitter of stars,
The unspoken word of monarchs and czars.
I am breath from beginning of time,
A man growing old reflecting in rhyme.

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~This Too Shall Pass~ (Free Style) This too shall pass I know it is true Because with the Lord's help anything I can do He keeps me from falling all the way down And for eternity choose to have Him all around So many things are just happening around the world All the time and tick tock tick tock hear the clock Days in and days out I just renew clear thoughts As they escape me free from the weight of this block Often I am relieved when at last night comes Eyelashes shut so tight and dreams my cares just sums Till next day when another valley in front of me appears Which I have to cross one way or another as I dry all my tears But the Lord will see me all the way always through Till I reach His mountain top and that it is true 'Cause in life I've truly learned that with God all things I can do So I'll just finish my race and make with Him all my dreams true too. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2011 December, 16,2014

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   John Wayne movies have been a thing of mine,
   But my "Top Ten" I think divine.

   "Rio Bravo" as number one I rate,
    The "Duke" and the cast were just great.

    "The Searchers" is a close number two,
    His unique portrayal of a troubled character so true.

    "The Quiet Man" is next in line,
    I have to see it, come St. Patty's time.

    Number Four would be "True Grit"
    He won an "Oscar" for his role in it.

    At number five is "The Shootist" for me,
    The old gunfighter facing personal tragedy.

    "Red River" comes in sixth I'd say,
    From young man to old in less than a day.

    Seventh to "The Sands of Iwo Jima" would go,
    A reminder of the sacrifices our parents would know.

    "The Man Who Shot Liberty Valence" comes in number eight,
    "Tom Donovan", a portrayal of values and love just great.

    "North To Alaska" forget I would not dare,
     The role he played with such comic flare.

     "They Were Expendable" rounds out my ten,
     The action and heroism portrayed then.

     But I have to admit that this ten was hard to come by,
     As he made so many great my minds eye.

     "Wings of Eagles", "In Harm's Way", "The Commancheros" all are there,
     Not to mention "She Wore A Yellow Ribbon" would not be fair.

     Let's not forget his breaktrough role in "Stagecoach" when
     John Ford picked him to be one of his "Top Ten".

     Oh, I could go on and on about the movies he made,
     But it was the American character that he displayed.

     Maybe that's what is missing from our lives today,
     A man that will stand for something, and lives as he'd say.

     As movies for us are but a relief,
     Especially in these times of grief.

     "The Duke" was a man who lived life and the American Dream,
      A dream that he captured, time and again on the "Silver Screen".

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Look at your fingertips they are unique you know
Something we don’t think of, and yet them we grow.

That little pattern in a swirl on the end
Is your own work of art that God on you penned

How amazing it is a tip of one of your fingers
It can bring joy and feel pain, and both may linger.

It can be sensuous, moving in little circles decreasing
To make you cry out, in joy and releasing

It can be warm as you like, as warm as toast
But so cold in the winter, like shaking hands with a ghost

It is sensitive to a degree oh so refined
Tracing round lips so gentle, so fine.

That little swirl on the end of your finger, each line,
You  alone are the owner, and you can say it is mine.

Don’t treat them rough and they will last you forever
They won’t wear out with time, as things you think more clever
There is another special thing your fingerprint can do
And that is that they can identify you.

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Treasure Chest

What fills  my treasure chest?
Lovely oceans and colorful sunsets;

Memories worth more than money,
Sweet tea mixed with honey;

What sets my heart a flutter?
Day to day moments with my Lover;

Random movie nights in,
Or A night out Til the Sun's up again;

All the pieces of my heart;
My treasure chest, my life's art.

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INTERLUDE woke up today and the rainbow was gone a need to dissociate and escape felt strong numerous thoughts spinning out of control movements accelerated leaving a dust hole time to slow down withdraw and retreat from faces all places swiftly pressing delete © October 2013—Kim van Breda

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The Minds Elusive Light

To die, to hope, to love, to give
To fight, to hurt, to want, to live

Life as a star, scorching heat, burning bright
Under the sun, scorching heat, reflecting light

Angels and demons all burn by flame
Illuminated, they are the same

Under the sun, within the mind
We are one, light leaves us blind

Compare and contrast, how long will we last?
Slow to fast, quickly, before we're passed

By our morals, convictions, the sun above
By our zeal, ambition, the moonlight love

Swallowed instead by our stubborn lethargy
Consumed, mislead, by our comatose apathy

Do not rely on the sun to always give
Do not lean on light, life eternally to live

Time is long, life is short, passion even less
Reason can be sound, memory can be stout, the mind can regress

Choices can be wrong, life is short, plans turn to mess
Answers can be found, decision and doubt, chance prone to guess

Spend wisely your brief life, utilize passion to find purpose
Remain fluid and elusive, overcome weakness, pursue your bliss

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When Two Hands Fit Like Ours Do

When two hands fit like ours do, palm to palm and fingers laced,
The world sits, undesired; all I need is in your face.
When mornings, bleak without you, find your voice and make reply,
The Sun is milk and honey rising in the sea foam sky.
When I am sat beside you, close enough to feel at ease,
I'm lost and found quite simply in your eyes, the way you breathe.
When two hands fit like ours do, there's perfection in the hold,
And each will have the other with their lover's band of gold.

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Those Thoughts (extended version)

Nightmares, shame, and despair---
You don't go anywhere.
All alone in your mind
even with someone by your side.

You think, "Why can't everyone just leave me alone?"
You thought the hint would be cutting off the phone.
But everyone wants you to release your cares.
The next thing you do is frown and ask, "Where?"

Stinkin' thinkin' is what your mom calls it.
Bad thoughts falling down a bottomless pit.
You wake up hoping those feelings disappear;
but, as usual they end up going nowhere.

You can't seem to get rid of the pain
and in your heart an eternal rain.
No one really knows how you feel
and you have friends that always ask, "What the deal?"

But tomorrow always comes.
Bad days for you, but good for some.
Disparaging words flow in and out of your head.
You're alive but you're living like you're dead!

They're like cobwebs in your mind
that you can't seen to bind.
The hurt is always there
which has always been your fear.

You don't see the destruction your thoughts have created.
Yet relationships were destroyed with the people you've dated.
You allowed your pain to take away time.
Your anger towards others has become the real crime.

It all boils down to that one thing in your past.
A terrible time that from your mind you've yet to cast.
The pain from the physical and spiritual rape
that rolled around in your head like an old videotape.

The abuser was like a father to you
and when it first happened there was nothing you could do.
You felt trapped like you could go nowhere.
His power over you was to instill that fear.

The "fear" is what's wrong
and you must discover another heart song.
Up to this point life hasn't been the best.
Maybe letting go of this is the next test.

There has always been someone that has loved you.
Someone who is capable of taking you through.
He's a Friend that sticks closer than a brother,
Jesus--- a Savior like no other!

If you don't give it to Him so you can thrive
you will plummet to the depths and never survive.

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Expiration Dates

Staring at an expiration date I start to wonder
If I do ingest this, will it be a major blunder?
Many times I’ve taken pills way past the date they say
And, although they’re not as strong, they seem to work okay.

Condiments that stay too long most often taste just fine.
Snack foods only lose their crunch when they have crossed the line.
I have eaten candy that’s been on a shelf for years;
Though I’m quite neurotic, this does not give rise to fears.

Dairy products need no dates – one sniff and then you know.
I toss fruits and veggies when the mold begins to grow.
Still, there are some iffy things and then I must decide;
My gut and common sense combine and make a nifty guide.

Sometimes all this makes me think that life might be a breeze
If we were born with expiration dates, like milk or cheese.
Many folks would fill their finite lives and be much stronger;
I’d ignore my date and think I’d last a whole lot longer!

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Imaginary People

Imaginary people living in a make believe world
The world keeps on spinning as the future is unfurled
It seems quite certain they have done this all their lives
Go to work each morning and kiss their plastic wifes.

I maginary people driving in their fancy cars
Although they look quite nice they don't get you very far.
A glance into the rear view mirror to see how far they've come
Instead they get a vision of the things they wished they had done.

Imaginary people thinking that they are the real deal
The only problem is that they've forgotten how to feel
You can get anything in your head and tell yourself it's alright
But  your Imagination losses out to reality winning this fight.

Imaginary people find it time to take a break
What were they thinking for heavens sake
It may appear they're real but it's really sort of fake
It just imaginary people with an imaginary take.

Imaginary people just driving home at dark
Right back where they started the end becomes the start
Imagining a vision that was never really there
Maybe just a dream of which they weren't aware.

Imaginary people lying their heads down to sleep
The rest does not come so they start to count some sheep
Imaginary people live on and Imaginary street
Imagining the world, imagining they weep.

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stretching taut in summersault 
bending over the back bends
the ends of the middle
at the middle of the end

blinded blinders - the two-timers
left just right the hill climbers
seen clear as a piece of glass
left to see right through that other class

intransigence moving the new political
compromise defined as weakly criminal 
preferable to know right than accommodate
cooperation too disturbing to contemplate

craning neck to the horizons see
what party line can fit master key
the middle way ain't between extremes
so via media ain't what it seems

life's water is wide, and cold, and deep
no matter to struggle to top o' the heap
when a house is divided, and so sits down
its arms folded across, to sink and drown

when given a choice between happy and right
can we choose cleanly between delight and ignite
tradeoff's made, are never completely the cure
but allowed to progress, our house can endure

© Goode Guy 2013-03-05

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(Couplet) Just when I thought, I was alone and so lost, You came to live inside my heart, and paid for me the greatest cost Of all, and since then You never left my side no matter what I have done, Or what in my life I've chosen to do.In my soul you shine like the sun. You're the the most wonderful thing that happened to me.You make me whole. Without You to guide me I would be now in an empty darkened hole, Without You by my side, this life would be so worthless and very mean, Without You, my world would be so cruel and empty and so coldly grim. I know that there's nobody like Him in the whole world, you see He touches my heart and my soul,everyday, in every conceivable way, He's made everything for me so completely brand-new, you see, His sweet love fills the emptiness of my sinful soul,He sets me free. His love is the greatest therapeutic healer that every man should know, And without His Love and Grace there wouldn't be, any love left to show. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2006 December,12,2014

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I Lost My Way

True intentions 
         Fill my soul

So much ambition
         So many goals

Searching for answers
         Longing to find

My purpose in life
         Future in mind

Marriage and children 
         At a young age

Beautiful daughters
         Take center stage

Schoolwork and activities 
         Now my success

Friends and sleepovers
         Bedroom's a mess

Youthfulness leaving
         Becoming mature

Lessons I’ve taught them
         Morals secure

A mother I’ve been
         I lost my way

Towards my goals
         I was led astray

But am I disappointed
         Of choices I made

The path I chose in life
         I’d never trade

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Whats The Point

So if the earth keeps on turning and I will be no more What's the point of breathing, for there is no encore..

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Violent Choices

What of violence and God; does not death pre-curse life?
As each and every creature large or small lives through strife.

And, of a righteous wrath, who claims to be source
surely an aberration of mans faulty mental course?

Some claim to be compelled by a higher power and His Voice,
they say they have a calling and have made no human choice.
Violence falls upon the land brought by man on man;
all are left to wonder how this exists without God’s Hand?

Malnourished, over stimulated human kind
find a murderous meanings in the convoluted mind.

Man has given false meaning to accommodate.
Anger does not motivate the most High and holy state,

The wise person will look toward lucre, mortal gain.
God seeks only a loving heart righteousness not pain.

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Just A Soul

You know it feels funny coming out of a box
Shackled by chains behind a thousand locks

To a wide open world that seems like a dream
 Not one solitary part of my life is now obscene 

I have friends I talk to that live all over the world
Across thousands of miles our souls have been twirled

They have twirled together in a wonderful dance
Which binds the heart in a deep, spiritual romance

Each of us live together yet we live so far apart
You can’t measure distance, speaking of the heart

An inch is a light-year somewhere out in space
I reckon someday we will all find our place  

You know heaven is what I pray that place will be
It’s very hard to imagine all the people we will see

A place where all things will be put forever a side
You can just sign me up boys I’ll go for the ride

Death is just freedom from all that we know
I wonder what it will be like, just being a soul

I just want to say it saddens my heart to go from
one of our top community builders for over two
years to barely being able to sit long enough to
post a single poem and make very few comments.
I have actually reached the point where I'm starting
to feel like Job who faced one test after another.
This poem is how I feel about us, we are more
than friends we are a poetic family and one day
our souls will be set free. Always remember every 
trial is but a doorway to a blessing. One day our 
souls will meet and I will be proud of the friends
I have chosen. God Bless you all, mj

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A Slice of Life

When Ego, with his narcisstic sense, 
   Wants to be held high in regard, 
He uses brickstones of Self-confidence
   To build himself a tall pedestal
         —that others may see
            there on top he’d be.

But the pedestal totters precariously
   So to Ego’s help comes Humility, 
Who wedges Retribution in to aid
   The equilibrium, instead it breaks
         —hence, Ego comes down
            crashing to the ground.

Humility dashes quickly to the side
   Of Ego, so badly bruised and battered, 
And makes him drink the draught of Pride, 
   Which, though prickly, must be swallowed
         —draught that kills pain, 
            kills the drinker all the same.

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battlefield cemetery

many passed by this crag today
to see where the dying soldiers lay
moaning, bleeding, crying for their mothers
perpetrators, victims and all the others

over glazed eyes malevolent with murder
stealing strangers lives like burglars
the honor, the horror, the howlers all
killing the killers, silencing stalkers

and now, the silence is deafening
sensed distant past, a hard reckoning
"'tis good", was said, "that war was hell" *
those of first-person know all too well

the pinnacle of human atrocities
yet we continue on, our selves to please
to wage, to wear it, to glorify
why we're willing, to kill and die

white marble now looms row upon row
to mark the rest of those lain low
and obelisk's and stacks of cannonballs
center places where the battles evolved

ironically we assert that we're civilized
there's a truth we stoically won't recognize
what can be changed to make this not so?
that it's we in the fields where the poppies grow #

© Goode Guy 2014-01-28


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SHEDDING THE PAST A shredding machine would come in handy Regret simply vanish via this modus-operandi Some people are able to never look back Most of us ponder how we went off track These thoughts can haunt and cripple us Preoccupied with past—joy becomes rust God never requests we check rear-view mirrors Lamenting all shortcomings and imagined errors Rest in the present looking forward with hope Nothing in our past thwarts Gods vast scope

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How many times have I looked back on something that took place
And asked myself what if I could go back and time erase
If I could visit it again and have another chance
To recall that which I had done,  a new result advance

If only fate would grant me, the chance that I desired
To make amends for what I did, for the ending that transpired
But wishing doesn’t change things, and chances are so few
If instead of trusting things to chance, I took another view

What if before I acted, I ran choices through my head
Gave some thought to what might be, and made a choice instead 
For choices, unlike chances, are the wiser things to use
Since chances come all by themselves, and choices come in twos

Bob Quigley
Sept 22, 2011

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  I passed thru a green light while driving today
  Only to have verbal abuse thrown my way.

  It seems that for the gal in the car that was turning
  I made her blood boil and words from her lips came burning.

  She felt that she should have had the privilege of first to go
  Even though that's not the "Rule of the Road".

  So, she shot a vulgar remark to me from her mouth
  Which I returned in kind while still going south.

  I wouldn't have said it had she not gotten me mad
  Then thinking it over, I felt very bad.

  We were BOTH wrong to say what we did
  But after it's said, you can't put on the lid.

  There's so much of that going on today
  "I needs to go first", that's what they say.

  So instead of allowing someone else to go thru
  They block an intersection as they often do.

  I guess she thought I was doing it too
  But my light was green and the cars moved on thru.

  Its seems as if "Common Courtesy" is gone today
  I really don't know what else to say.

  Except that I took affront at her comment to me
  Next time, I'll have to use more charity.

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Wintering Hummingbird

Wintering hummingbird

                              A hummingbird hovers
                              in stillness of winter

                              when the sun deceives
                              on a frigid day.

                              Time stands still
                              frozen and wanting,

                              but the delicate creature
                              takes what it can

                              to sustain another day
                              of a front’s descent.

                              The jeweled vision
                              is a welcomed sight

                              for me in depths of despair
                              when I seek wellness of spirit and mind,

                              and acceptance of time and place
                              while awaiting spring.

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my auditory ins ain't been much good
since not much past my childhood

my visions clouded more each day
don't matter much in shades of grey

i thought i smelled a whiff of metaphor
yet my sense of scents went out the door

circulations chilled my touch to cool
and my tastebuds only make me drool

that weighty feeling of gravity
pulls senses toward the end of me

but still I want to take it in
all life's sensation of where I've been

the taste, the sight, the touch, the sound
they let me know I'm still around

© Goode Guy 2012-12-20

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The Best I Can

You may cross the valley with its fields so fresh and green
Or go across the mountains that seem as there a dream

You can scale the ridges that run up and down the coast
Cross the seas that have collected their own share of ghost

No matter where you go or what ever you may see
You’ll never meet another soul that has two sides like me

On one side is the past on the other is the now
As I see it most of it doesn’t even matter anyhow

Life is but a roller coaster spinning up and down
One day we wear a smile the next may be a frown

One day we feel young and strong the next all worn out
A day in time creates a rhyme is this what I’m all about

I’m all alone in my home this window is my best friend
It is all in this life that lets the outside world come in

I don’t really go out too much I’m afraid of what I may do
So I sit here and live my life like the little old lady in the shoe

The pain and doubt wear me out weighing heavy on my soul
As I wonder would it be best if death just came and took its toll

Then I see my beautiful wife in her car coming down our road
I remember the reason I’m here is to help her with her load

It’s just another day I’m here to say, sitting here in my chair
I guess the old saying is true; “no one said life would be fair” 

If it were fair I reckon my ashes would be resting in some Urn
But I guess its up to God who picks when it will be our turn

If pain is gain then I’m insane, I’m in a grip of pain every single day
The fact of the matter is I’m in pain, each and every step of the way

But its all ok I’m here to say for I am still on a spiritual path
You don’t really have to be a genius to learn and do the math

One plus one equals two, and my darling that would be me and you
For the things you say and do, know my heart and love are forever true

When we met I was shake & bake always take, flying upon a distant star
Mess with me and very soon you’ll see, inside the trunk of my car

Now I’m give and love holding Christ above, just trying to be a man
Some days are good and others bad but know I’m doing the best I can

When I write it out you can have no doubt, it’s out of my control
Sometimes the words pour out of my heart and other times my soul

All we are is the things we do so I wrote this poem proud and true
The reason I do what I do ; I reckon I love each and every one of you

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The Elixir Of Words

*inspired by the poem"My Words Are Like Tears" by Constance~A Rambling Poet~

Life's been peppered with hopes and dreams
And I've been filled up with words it seems

Since I was young and till I grow old
I'll take pen and paper -turn it to gold

So deeply rooted inside my heart
I had my words right from the start

Forsaking me not in those times of trial
Cleansing my spirit if just for awhile

Battered and worn these pages be
But each one holds a piece of me

My soul is painted with every line
As life follows its elusive design

And when I reach that sparkling gate
I'll know this wonderment was my fate

The angels will soar and give me lift
God will know I didn't waste His gift

*For Constance's "I am Sending You a Gift of Poetry,Dear Heart" contest
By Deb Wilson
This poem really inspired me as I too feel blessed with the ability to put words together
in a hopefully pleasing and deeply felt manner as Constance does


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Catching the Worm

The early bird, to catch the worm,
Must not allow the slightest germ
Of laziness to intercede
Or else, it will be screwed, indeed.

Though dawdling is quite alluring,
Lateness will prevent procuring
Worms and other just rewards
That being first on scene affords.

We early birds just can’t relate
To those who choose arriving late.
They may miss out and be distraught
Because by then, that worm is caught!

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If you think it’s disrespect

And to me you do object

Remember each soul has its grief

Being judge is like a thief

How can one soul judge another

One will grieve the loss of mother

One will long for dying child

Neglected  sister has gone wild

Each soul bears its crying pain

As ‘neighbors' keepers' we remain

Here to comfort those who suffer

Here to be their earthly buffer

As small children this we learn

but as we age so deftly spurn---

We're called to view each suffering face

And put ourselves in each one’s place.

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Ring-bound journal waiting fond writes;
Feel warm thermal as words now cite.

Small square box lines guide and align;
Sexy thoughts brined in sensuous signs.

Word follows word in jazzy flow;
Strange message heard in cosmic show.

Feel and spice mix as passion moves;
Verse in sure fix to fund bold grooves.

Line after line fond think sparkles;
Rhythm defines thoughts that marvel.

Inner light glows in beauty and plot;
Mind weaves and grows a thousand thoughts.

Good frames better and then hurls best;
Subject matter springs a fond quest.

A tale of verse to fit the times;
Know and observe the pulse of rhymes.

Writing lines here with touch made plain;
Soul funds fond cheer with trust that gains.

Outcomes now ooze page after page;
Feel flavours cruise stage follows stage.

Path of delight in simple feel;
Light primes fine sight with words that heal.

No need to force or pressure time;
Just flow and pause to ink new rhymes.

Sit here and wait with patient mind;
Soul wears a gait that floods sure kind.

Sync mind and heart and body-soul;
Spirit now starts to glimpse pure whole.

Leon Enriquez
24 Mar 2014

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Meadow's Sigh

The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the misty mornings’ dew,
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.

So green and warm, and full of life, the forest skirt and the maids’ delight.
There rabbits dwell in lovers’ dells;A gauze filled dream in morning light.

So gold and bright, and full of life, the forests skirt and Knights delight;
The Dame and doe do lie, ‘pon hillocks high, where lovers sleep with passion's cry.

So white and fair, yet full of life, the forests’ skirt of pearly white;
Where burrowers sleep in bowers deep, and hearths light on winter nights.

The meadow's breath a gift to all, the misty morning’s dew;
A silent sigh, a heartfelt call, aA prayer to me and you.

Now, no green bloom, no home for them, the builders-men once more;
to take the glen and make man's homes, no deer will roam fourscore. 

A meadow’s a home to many things, to bold butterflies and birds on wing,
Yet, few can dwell where men reside if forest's skirt, gives way to tide.

The meadow's breadth a gift to all, from sea to shining sea
America, a heartfelt call, a prayer to you and me.

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A Mental and Spiritual Battle

I’ve fought through the dirt and the grit.
I’ve dusted off the hurt and attacked the culprit!

No more blood in my eyes and busted lips.
I begin to mentally exercise my craftsmanship.

There were many areas and all I did seemed to fail.
It was borderline hysteria, and I began to raise some hell!

There was shouting and screaming in my head, and I walked around with an attitude!
Maybe I was dreaming or possibly dead; but me and death began to feud!

The Grim Reaper fought a good fight. and I walked away with a spiritual bruise.
I fought between wrong and right, but in the end I refused to lose!

So as I dust off my shoulders and knees, I look forward to a new day
I overcame this spiritual disease and walked unscathed through Hell’s gateway!!

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I see myself falling faster still, slowly losing all of my will.
I've come to know I am estranged, as some might call it 'being deranged'.
I see myself in a different way, in the mirror every day.
I watch myself smile but hear me say, that it has been a terrible day.
Some would say inside I'm dead, but its emotions overlapping inside my head.
I feel alone almost every day, even though people around me stay.
I can feel that I am weak, even more when I speak.
A voice barely audible to the people, a voice God couldn't even hear at the steeple.
I stay behind the group, because I fear being caught in the loop.
I hate the people that I know, and have this anger with nowhere to go.
The future that I may come to face, makes me fear what I know as my place.
A pathetic person in a shell, which cannot show the truth too well.

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Broken Shells

And we stood high…over the edge of our life,
Mesmerized…by the churning waves of fight,
Falling down…we let go…of each others hand,
Now we are…but broken shells… lying in the sand.

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"The Enmity" (Romans 8:6-8)

He who is ruled of his natural mind, is pleased to dwell in death,
With his Love unfounded, not yet bequeathed
While Love of Sacred Heart is true guide,
Of which a man in God will confide


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Stand Still

Neither moving ahead nor going back
My life has stopped just where it's at.
How can I make the first steps to start?
What do I do with this unsure heart?

Ready to make a new life today,
Now that the old one has gone away.
I need a push or a pull it seems,
If I am to fulfill all of my dreams. 

At a stand still, I'm rooted to this spot.
Ready to forge ahead, but I'm not.
Afraid of the future, haunted by the past,
I must move past this feeling, at last.

Where will it come from, who will it be,
The person who can motivate me.
I've only to look into the mirror to see
The person who must do it is me. 

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Oh, to be beautiful, incomparable,
paramount perfection, the rival of none.
Oh, to be brilliant as a diamond is brilliant:
hard through and through-but pure as the sun.
Oh, to be luminous, and thus to be cherished-
pearls are cradled in velvet black as the night.
Oh, to be alabaster, chiselled in marble:
hard, smooth perfection reflecting the light.

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We will be rich my love and I

We will be rich my love and I
But not with what money can buy

No world trip do we expect to take
Yet happiness will not be at stake

New York for Christmas we can forget
The Spanish villa cannot be met

Music and song at our command
Poetry and prose at our demand

With special ones to spend some time
Spirited children with whom to dine

Friends like gold in thick and thin
No money can buy, whatever the win

Country walks on shortening days
Barren trees by leafy ways

Winter sunsets on a winter's bay
Fireside natters at the close of day

We will be rich my love and I
But not with what money can buy

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Well, the Feds have gotten another Gov...
Took him to court without much love.

Another corruption trial is on the wend,
Does it seem like these never end?

You've seen him on the TV I'm sure,
Casting aspersions here and there.

"I've done nothing wrong", you can hear him say,
"Just done things in the political way".

Political ways seem to be the trend,
Are they the end, or the "Means to an End"?

The guy who's battling the Feds in court,
Is one of those political sort.

I wonder where these people come from,
We seem to be always stuck with some.

And when their improprieties are known,
Into that light of reality they're shown.

Money, Power, and Greed are at the top,
These are the things that we have to stop.

But we can't do it by sitting around and wishing,
Not while the politicians take junkets to go fishing.

Do you really know how many days they convene?
Have you sent your Rep a letter to try to intervene?

Because things will go on just as they have in the past,
Politicians come first...the Little Guy comes last.

I know of the apathy I will face when I tote,
As an Election Judge, People just don't come out to vote!

So why should we cry when our politicians see,
The advantages they can take...with OUR money?

I live in a state where too many have done,
What their Greed and Corruption have made them become.

But I'm sure that your State, wherever you are,
Isn't untouched by that fate...not by far.

In the meantime we'll watch the trial with a nod,
I just hope that we can wake up to politicians like Rod.

Oh, I love the State I was born in with joy,
You may have guessed, I live in Illinois!

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A soul too beautiful for this world
Of starry skies and unrequited love

Speak in colors beyond mortal words
A glimpse, a gift imbued from above

Brushed aside, his strokes revealed
A heart beyond what we could feel

By his own hand he made his choice
When to a deaf ear his words kept sealed

Beyond his time we finally see
Beauty and love as it should be


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A Tread of Emphasis

Move the emphasis; give a try “I” didn’t say he stole the pie I “DIDN’T” say he stole the pie I didn’t “SAY” he stole the pie I didn’t say “HE” stole the pie I didn’t say he “STOLE” the pie I didn’t say he stole “THE” pie I didn’t say he stole the “PIE” The written word cannot portray The true meaning of what we say

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A SIMPLE ACT OF MUTINY I was a mate among a crew, it was in my younger years when I was raw and restless and served aboard a privateer. I stood accused of mutiny, I'd called my conscience up to arms and tried to commandeer my ship away from certain harm. The captain was a madman, he had us in desperate straits, war winds blew against us and we sailed a sea of hate. Though I was bound before him, I could see too he was chained to a sorry sense of duty that had driven him insane. I knew his orders came to him from a high command and sensed upon his shoulder a hidden bloody hand. It was plain that dark intrigues raged above our ranks and no matter what did or said I was to be outflanked. He made his case against me, as I stood before the mast and I said these words in my defense before my lot was cast. "It's not an act of mutiny to call your conscience up to arms and try and commandeer your ship away from certain harm. I will not pull upon an oar that will row this ship off the edge or eternity and into history's crypt. and by no authority will I unfurl a sail that will blow us to extinction in the crosswinds of this gale." I was ordered set adrift and went without a qualm though the sea raged about me the storm within me calmed. It's not an act of mutiny to call your conscience up to arms and try to commandeer your ship away from certain harm.

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Nobody teaches the stars to shine...
Nobody orders the God of Time...
No one propels the Sun to rise...
No one controls the traffic in skies...
Where clouds float on their own...
Self-reliant in their zone...!

The rivers choose their own course...
The streams have their inherent force...
The glow-worms bring their natural light...
In their effort to combat the mighty Night...!
Everything runs in its natural flow...
The flowers bloom & the breezes blow...!

Then why I'm I waiting for external support...
To get my direction...& how to float...
I have to fulfil my role on earth...
And search alone...the motive of my birth...
I have to do what I'm destined to do...
With self-belief and ambitions true...!

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Worthy Mountains

I think of mountains moved and souls crushed
I think of hurdles cleared and dreams rushed

I think of battles won and the lives that were lost
I think of the first exhale on a cold winter night and all the intentions seized by frost

I ask am I worthy to reach the top?
I don't know, but it's better than staying here to rot

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Soft steel staring hard.
Don't lie to her, she knows your heart.
From the ocean salt tears fall.
Hold her close and catch them all.
Bright, blue skies keep clouds away,
Because you love her everyday.

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A Baker's Dozen

A baker’s dozen is thirteen; you get an extra bagel.
But don’t expect it other places, though you may finagle.

A dozen roses gets you twelve; a dozen eggs the same.
If you need thirteen candles, then expect a smaller flame;

Unless you buy a second box, for each one carries twelve.
It’s only bakers who into this mystery can delve.

If you request a baker’s dozen when you’re in the bank,
They’ll call the guard and throw you out, like every other crank.

The postal service, too, won’t know exactly what you mean.
“A baker’s dozen stamps!” you’ll say; but you’ll pay for thirteen.

There aren’t many places where we get something for free.
In this respect, a baker is the Gratis V.I.P.!

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10,000 poets

can 10,000 poets, stand on the head of a pin
reading rune, reciting rhyme, a deafening din

orating from books, digital tablets and papers 
nursing versing, some adroit linguistic capers

did God really, when he pulled out Adam's rib
contemplate the ramifications of what he did?

giving to man and woman the gift of gab
to pass earthly days on this planetary lab

all languages come, and like Latin might go
to ancient history rites forgotten, although

oratory of any form is central to what is human
grunts and poetic punts, give hints of what can

be gleaned of humans desires and meanings
jawing on in between, interactions intervening

language is a way the seventh sense can reach far
to futures, across millioned miles, to another's heart

to see it, hear it beat, touch its pumping flesh
to feel life's joy, as well, as its bloody distress

can 10,000 poets dance on the head of a pin?
if they say what they mean, gracefully, they can

© Goode Guy 2011-11-29

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Nothing Can Happen

I stare into the dark abyss
Midnight ice; a wicked hiss
Wading through the solemn storm
Deepest depression takes its form
Shattered promises and lost dreams
Happiness torn apart at its seams
Phantoms dance gleefully in the hail
They knew that your life would derail
Was it not they who hid in your mind?
Whispering their assurances, all will be fine
Perhaps today this wasn't the case
Hot salty tears trail down your face
An answer to the winter wind
Leaving fear with those who've sinned
Enveloped finally by sweet surrender
Inside fades a dull ember
Giving in, succumbing to midnight entrapment
Heaviness descends, of course... nothing can happen

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Hang In There No Matter What

People do anything for money and that's truthfully so. 
Money may be green but it doesn't in the trees grow. 
And now we wonder if we're living in the last days too 
It is time for you to seek God's face repent and pray. 
I worship and glorify His holy name every single day. 
When I don't read His Word I'm really feel bad and sad. 
So many things and situations make me in fact mad. 
And now we wonder if we're living in the last days too. 

The economy is awful and the mighty dollar gyrates downhill. 
Unemployment is at its worst and my heart is truly ill. 
Winter is bitter cold and frosty snow plummets from the sky. 
Good times come and go and friends will betray one day too. 
So many people believe they're very smart. 
Some rise early and some make a late start. 
Many watch and hear but they don't listen with their heart. 
Sometimes I feel fine but now and then I want to cry. 
I try so hard to understand some many things or hence I try. 
And some of us wonder if we're living in the last days. 
It is time for you to seek God's face repent and just pray. 

You want all your problems and mistakes to go away. 
You wish you have more time in your hands to play. 
Money may be green but it doesn't in the trees grow. 
People do anything for money and that's truthfully so. 
Good times come and go and friends will betray you one day too. 
There's too much on my plate but there isn't much to do to say. 
I worry about my future as you make about your way. 
But in my heart I love you so and always will think of you. 
I bow my head and pray hard that we can stay alive this day. 
Winter is bitter cold and frosty snow plummets from the sky. 
It is time for you to seek God's face repent and just pray. 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 


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wanderin' soul, wonderin' mind
wanderin' 'round tryin' to find
that joyful day was put somewhere
memories of past seem so unfair

wanderin' eyes, wanderin' lips
wanderin' lands like oceanic ships
worlds away from where we started
surroundings unmapped, now uncharted

wanderin' hearts, wanderin' thoughts
wonderin' what we've sold 'n' bought
were our times more contented then
what makes us yearn to go back again

wanderin' together or wanderin' alone
wonderin' life's lessons maybe overblown
why do those hurts matter anymore
when one door closes open next door

wonderin' if it was all just some dream
wonderin' if its all a more human theme
wonderin' if we could begin time a second
wanderin' this world without you I beckon

© Goode Guy 2011-07-07

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Focus 1:
Yes, all I need is inside me – 
Truth that I heed now sets me free.

Focus 2:
Purpose I know is but my quest – 
To learn, to grow, to be my best.

Focus 3:
I heed the flow: learn to be free –
To help me grow, change works for me.

Focus 4:
Problems are keys to open doors – 
All I need be: seek what’s in store.

Focus 5:
My mind gives me the thoughts I think – 
Just what I see... pictures I link.

Focus 6:
Why do I fear when courage can
Make things more clear as faith sets trend.

Focus 7:
As I now delve, love in my heart 
For my own self creates love’s art.

Focus 8:
Life that I see mirrors my soul –
All else is me... linked to the whole.

Focus 9:
Life’s adventure needs my response – 
Dare I venture in life’s big pond?

Focus 10:
Pay attention! No matter how,
To each question: love answers now. 

Leon Enriquez
04 Apr 2014

(Notes: From an Original draft circa July 2004.)

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I am just a woman...

I can’t fly a jet plane or bulldog a steer
But I can cuddle a child and calm his fear
I have never flown to Paris in the Spring
But I have proudly worn his wedding ring
Never understood physics or trigonometry
But I know a lot about Texas history
Can’t say I have been around a NASCAR track
I have stood by my word and never looked back
I sing off key sometimes, I know
Singing praises to Him that I love so

I am just a woman...
Not a beauty queen
Riding in a white limousine
A woman who is middle aged
Who lives alone and is not afraid
One who has taught school over twenty years
Lived my life with much laughter and tears
Borne a child and lost another
Been little sister to my sis and brothers
Believes in God and trusts in Him
Doesn’t worry about being slim and trim
One you can always count on being around
To cheer you up when you're feeling down
Willing to share your heavy load
Walk that extra mile down the road

I am just a woman...
So if I never see the Taj Mahal
In this life, I have had a ball
I’ll never have any extra money
But I have a man who calls me honey
Never visit the Pope in Rome
But I have a wonderful place to call home
Won’t be asked to confer with the president
But in America, I am a happy resident
I will never have fortune or fame
But I can still be proud of my name

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Moonlight is borrowed light. 
Unless a mirror is lent life bright 
From a golden-voiced  source
Its own cadence  is coarse.
It  has no life of its own.
Thus also  the moon, locked alone 
In black magnificence, her rule
Is of an empty kingdom  cool,
With only dead dust  - unless
The daylight’s king should bless
Her with words that wake the night:
His radiant  beaming smiles of light.

And so when this sleeping earth 
Is wrapped in moonlight, it is worth 
Recall that these are  borrowed clothes,
Not warm raiment, but garments like those
Loose shrouds which have as such
No colour, and are cold to the touch.
So, night’s silver trees, mercuric  lakes,
Grey flowers, aged white snowflakes,
Are all made older, locked in an uneasy wait
For the dawn’s opening of the golden gate.

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blip pa de dip pa de - bop
the pig roots in the slop 
 the slop got worse
the pigs in a hearse
 he didn't know when to stop!

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At the Curb

Christmas trees, some quite superb,
All sit neglected, at the curb.
They’d graced somebody’s living room
‘Til needles cried out for a broom.

Then they were stripped and dragged out, bare,
Just like the owners didn’t care.
Their ornaments were boxed away
Until another Christmas day.

But all their glory came and went;
For them, there is no real lament.
Alas, they sit and, with no pardon,
They’ll be mulched for someone’s garden.

How the proud and mighty fall!
Whether they were short or tall,
Every tree, once so ornate,
Will suffer such a lowly fate.

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Be patient dear God, for i know that i've sinned.
Help me straighten my life, get back to you again.

For years i've lost faith, turned my back on your will.
Used your name in vain, even wanted to kill.

I've broken commandments, and lived life in sin.
Even consorted with demons, though never again.

I've lied and i've stolen, and defiled your great name;
But you never quite left me, and you've helped me the same.

Be patient my God, for i now see the light.
I'm so tired of the darkness, help me keep up the fight.

You've looked in my heart, and you must see some good;
Or i'd have been dead years ago, as i know that i should.

Be patient great God, for i'm turning my heart.
Back to you and your love, from hence i did start.

For without you in my life, i don't stand a chance.
I've already lost everything, except my shirt and my pants.

Now i'm down at the bottom, right where i belong.
Yes, i wanted to die, although i knew it was wrong.

Then you showed me the light God, and how you really care.
So now i give up my past, on you my burdens i share.

So be patient dear God, for i've much work to do;
Getting rid of old habits, drawing closer to you.

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When living "...of the world" despair unfurled.
I lost sight of heaven’s glorious pearl.
Truths shouted out from the depths of my mind.
God’s loving whispers to me stayed entwined.

Higher education became my goal.
Scientific teachings soon took its toll.
My mind strung out on various theories. 
My soul, in doubt, became very weary.

But faith persevered and earned the prize.
My trust in God was more realized.
Despite what seemed to be a worldly life,
The soul of me soon felt less strife.

A professor asked my Evolution class,
How can creationism truly be?  Alas.
Scriptures say God created…in seven days. 
Right?  Who shall rule in this duel of ways?

The Bible contradicts itself, He said.
His words from there, down doubts highway sped.
Evolutionary theory is certainly logical.
Creationism seems to be mythological.

Then came the clincher, clarity disparity.
The Bible says God created in seven days.
After the seven days, confusion starts to blaze.
First it says it’s finished; then, it starts to haze.

During that lecture, I was compelled to know.
Believing God created; what did the Bible show?
I prayed to grasp truths as man’s theories grew.
I did not choose to tell faith in God adieu.

At that moment, nothing else mattered.
I refused to let my faith be shattered.
That professor, on that day, changed my life.
My golden goal grew to be God’s true light.

Creation pondering absorbed my essence.
A lifetime flew without great wealth’s presence.
I was blessed with children; around them joy revolved.
But there was no rest until those questions were solved.

Strongly stayed upon life’s different path.
Even, when disrespect judged me with wrath.
I loved my children and bore the wait.
Seeking, the answers congealed…my fate.

My life was spent pondering this topic.
When finished, at last, truth embraced God…logic.
Then, my soul found rest from its weary state.
Thus, in the world…not of the world, I wait.

© Dane Smith-Johnsen
March 10, 2010
Poetic form:  Free Verse

The results of the pondering are posted on  =>

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Silence and Shadows

In lightless pit of silent vale 
Treading softly on broken shale
No noise I plead, no noise I beg
Lest I wake the beast with in my head

A shadow that slides from place to place
A ghostly shade without a face 
Slipping through light, slipping though day
Embracing shadows where I may

In black on black the look of Cash
With foot prints that leave not a splash
Past community I softly tread
Lest they wake the beast with in my head

I stopped just once and there I fell
Through velvet pump into sweet hell
With golden bangs, with liquid fire
To fane the flames of velvet desire

In this sweet hell were pools of blue
A dancer’s beat that skipped and flew
Bright shining lights for all to see
But this woke the dread inside of me

Its rapid eyes no longer moved
It twitched is once still cloven hooves
Unlocking doors with a big red key
The once sleeping beast had broken free

Once sickly sweet now never more 
A poisoned font with every flaw
The carpet pulled, no longer tread
With this beast free inside my head

Language spilled like jungle vines
Angry colours and poison spines
Thinking fractal though kaleidoscope
The angry beast gave me the rope 

Now sweet hell swings in the breeze
Shattered dreams cut off at the knees
Auto torture, self effacing hate
Are favourite games when he’s awake

Killing this self yet one more time
I killed my friend, my intertwine
No more I scream, no more I beg
As I lock it away deep in my head

Now the lovers clinch and wrestling 
The birds, the bees, the doves that sing
Are things of fear are things of dread 
Lest they wake the beast with in my head

In lightless pit of silent vale 
Treading softly on broken shale
No noise I make, no words are said
Lest I wake the beast with in my head

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Monolithic Skin

Grand emotions
Sending my soul
To the dark abyss
My store of strength is 
Lying beneath
Monolithic skin
Reaching upward,
I dare not try
To touch the obelisk
Shining high
The substrate of my soul
Is dark, and small, and
Still. It folds
Into the darkness of 
Silent space
Monolithic obelisk
Gone….not a trace.

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This Heart 2K13

Impart this heart its ink and yet its quill,
And thereupon paper shall tell a genuine feel.

A heart which may be wounded, a heart which may
Be Joyed, a heart which true love slips not away.

A heart which cherishes each snap shot of past
Herein a world where nothing seems to last.

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Plants need water; stamps need glue.
Bricks need mortar; hair: shampoo. 
Cars need gas; food needs spices.
Technogeeks need new devices.

Dogs need leashes; letters: stamps.
Folks in wheelchairs need nice ramps.
Zoos need visitors, so do shows.
Igloos wait for Eskimos.

Bands need tubas; singers: mics.
Hiking boots help out on hikes.
Laundry needs detergent; church needs sinners.
Marathons need runners, with some winners.

Teeth need toothpaste; dentists: drills.
Roller coaster riders require thrills.
Tattoo artists must have ink.
Skaters need a skating rink.

Gyms need trainers; schools need teachers.
Stadiums require bleachers.
Beds need pillows; sailboats: sails.
Hammers must desire nails.

Symbiosis sees us through,
Which explains why – I need you! 

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Man Must Find

Man Must Find
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Words in the night spent on heaven’s sheen
Shared with friends one has never seen.
Ramble through the mind unwitting.
In hopes that words shall be well fitting.
Occasions come with explanations gird.
Upon the heart that has not God heard.

Words that vanish in the dark
Words that hold an inner spark,
Words that hide within one’s heart,
Words that light an inner part,
Words that heard by mountain’s stones
Are filled with a spirit’s inner groan.

Whether running through the hills
Or laughing loudly sending chills
Whether sitting where ancients sat
Or hearing words that God begat,
Whether walking down a hall
Or on a court with a basket ball,

There are places inside the heart
Places that shall not depart.
There are places in the mind
Where many thoughts are left behind.
There are places in the soul
Places that know God’s greatest goal.

Whether shopping in a mall
Or on your knees giving God a call.
Whether lost within a book
Or within one’s self taking a look.
Whether resting on a bench
Embracing God with one’s soul synched.

As we wander the asphalt roads
Remember the path to God’s abode.
And if your burden ever seems too great,
Call on Him; do not hesitate.
God, our father, whose spirit stands
Will always reach for His children’s hand.

9-13-2009 Start time: 4:00 End time 4:23+13 proof read “Write Now” practice piece.  23 min.

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How Big Is His Heart

There is a simple fact in life that I understand
The size of the heart is the worth of the man

I once was a man who had a little bit of wealth
Though I was very worthless up inside of myself

Thought I was smarter than the average guys
It was just another spoonful of the devil’s lies

Sacks of dope that were the size of a small suitcase
With an endless amount of money that I could waste

But to just stay happy it took every bit of it all
Soon as I got back home another girl would call

To big a whore to ever be strong enough to say no
Let me get the shower hot, do a shot, and then we can go

I had all the happiness and dope that money could buy
I could never think about stopping because of the high

I had to keep running I could never even try to slow
Because I had a shattered heart and a very barren soul

“You got it right”, and then one day I met my wife
The everlasting, never ending, true love of my life

We didn’t slow right away she just stayed at my side
Only person I ever met that could go stride for stride

But like all things in life it suddenly came to an end
I completely confessed to the burdens of all of our sins

The Police let everyone go free and I was back in the pen
I guess once again I found I cared a little too much to win

My lessons and changes in this life have been so very vast
Letting one dream completely go made another one last

The lesson in is this poem from the first word to the last
If you want to love the future make the best use of the past

The hardest thing I ever learned, really gave me my start
Way to Judge the true size of a man, “How big is his heart”

Even though this poem was written in regards to my
wife and I, my wish is to dedicate it to all the fellers
on the site that have hearts of gold as well as those
ladies who have husbands or boyfriends with hearts of
Gold. In fact even though it is written from a mans 
perspective I reckon it would also apply to the Ladies
who also have pure beautiful hearts. Took me a lifetime
to learn this I took great pride in being mean and cruel
until the day The Lord set me free and opened up my
heart. We all choose our own path and making the most
of it is all we can do. If one of you decides to stay off
the road I was on, Each of our paths will brighten cause
the Lord never fails though he does test which of course
makes us that much stronger. God Bless, MJ

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Once Bitten

Something happens, causes stressin’;
Maybe it will teach a lesson.
Caution is the surest guide
To safeguard what you fear inside.

If you let down your defenses,
Possibly, some wrong commences;
Then you’ll question your intention –
Why you risked your gut’s prevention.

Hopefully, the lesson learned
Makes the point for all concerned.
Here’s an adage to apply – 
Once you’re bitten, twice you’re shy.

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The evolutionary advantage, and tragic flaw of man,
is the weight and scope of his own thought span;

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Objects break, and that’s a fact.
Glasses shatter, cups get cracked.
Plates get chipped and pans get dented;
Damages can’t be cemented.

Something smashed to smithereens
Makes a mess for one who cleans.
The breaker feels remorse and shame,
Especially when named for blame.

Yet many things can be replaced,
The image of the first erased.
So there’s no cause to be upset
‘Cause agita is all you’ll get.

Let it go – just clean the pieces.
Count to ten, ‘til anger ceases.
Any object’s just a token;
Just be glad your heart’s not broken.

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Who am I without you?

Who is a king
without a crown?

Or a great music performer
without a listening audience

A cocktail party 
without cheerful guests?

What is beauty
without a beholder?

A work of art
without  an admirer?

What is wealth
without none to share?

A joke , a story
without no one to hear and laugh?

And what is  life 
without no one to live with?

Who am I
without you?

My eyes without your sight
My mouth without your ears?
My heart,

without your fond memories and living thoughts

My existence
without your presence and absence

Who am i  without you?
For I am, because you  are.

(This poem expresses the oneness and interrelatedness of the human race; in 
Swahili: Ubuntu, It  is Ujamaa)

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Rolling in faster than I can respond
Trying to keep up with what’s going on
Feels like it’s swirling out of control
Everyone wanting a piece of my soul

Can’t breathe without someone reporting
Can’t write without someone retorting
Feel the night wind with watching eyes
Accusations, assumptions, blatant lies

Hiding in darkened, hidden places
Searching the eyes of shadowed faces
Looking for those who remember me
Who know who I am, who can set me free

A fever is burning from deep inside
Clouding my judgment, darkening eyes
Removing the light that offered me peace
Taking from me its sweet relief

Exposed as you read the words I have written
Exposed as you feel the emotions I’ve hidden
Afraid when I touch on the fringes of fame
Terrified when you speak my true name

Try to live up to the world’s expectations
Seeking through truth some real salvation
Trying to render what is believed
To be the core of who they want me to be

Pleasing everyone save my very own self
Being all that I am to everyone else
A poet, a goddess, a writer, a dreamer
An angel revealed, memories linger

Waking with passion of stories untold
Writing these memories so others will know

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De Profundis

When ya pissin in the wind and a hurricane blows
When ya driftin too far drownin in a sea of woes
When ya feet of clay collapse under ya weight
And ya drink to forget but ya know it's too late
And ya wanna vent but it's better ya don't
And ya wanna leave but ya know ya won't
And ya suck it up and try to be a better man
And ya substitute reality with anythin ya can
And ya know the sad thing is it could be worse
And ya find yourself grateful for the lesser curse
But ya no longer fear and sadly no longer care
And ya look in the mirror and wonder who's there
And ya family and friends don't know ya anymore
And they wanna save ya but how they're not sure
And the dogs of time are a-howlin at the moon
And ya feel such that you'll be joinin them soon
And the doors are shut and the windows blacked
And that slow train comin has blood on the tracks
And soon that silence ya hear means nothin at all
And ya feel at every turn ya hit another brick wall
And that road ya travelin is aimless and long
And it's paved with shit and has been all along
And ya know what ya need is love to take ya lead
But ya know this captive heart will never be freed
Screw it when fame and money can buy ya a verdict
When church and state call but don't deserve it
When enemies ya see aren't what ya led to believe
And the fabric of truth is a dense tangled weave
And the newspaper ya read is a propaganda page
And ya television distorts what news it doesn't stage
And a crisis of apathy takes a frightenin toll
And the sick and the poor fall into a gapin hole
And the ice caps are vanishin and the ozone too
And the storms are a-gatherin but what am I to do
And that medicine ya take has blood on its hands
And the light is fadin but no-one understands
It's only then ya see that everythin ya love is dyin
It's then ya tell yourself what's the use in tryin 
It's then ya make a pact with the devil to abort
And everythin at every turn is a blood suckin rort
And that fork in the road lays just up ahead
And ya wanna go straight but ya veer instead
And ya just wanna chance to feel somethin again
And a new beginnin that you not want in vain
Well if ya should shake the grim hand of fate
And ya gamble borrowed time at Hades's gate
Screw it, the clock's tickin upon the midnight hour
And the taste of death is both sweet and sour
Then do what you must for it is not well to exist
When the sum of all things are too much to resist


De Profundis in Latin means "from the depths"

February 1996

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Fascination of lightening and thunder,
His irresistible thoughts to my mind plunder,

Strong winds uproot and rains precipitate,
To strength of my heart can never equate,

Tornadoes engulf and whirlwinds make swirl,
As storm bound ship in middle of sea I lay still,
A violent quake shakes the earth so well,
I am forced to come out of my bodily dwell,

And as the oceans with the waters swell,
Restless mind vivid thoughts can put me to hell,

Like gigantic sea waves taken by storm ,
I rise and fall on my own horn !

Written on 2/7/14
Contest- Storms
Sponsor- Shadow Hamilton
Missed entering the contest

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True Blue

It’s my favorite color and I reckon it’s true
It goes very well with all I’ve been through

For I have embraced the bluest of days
Brought upon myself by the darkest of ways

They say that my eyes are as blue as the sky
Especially when their tired from the tears that I cry

When I first glanced at Lake Tahoe for heavens sake
I thought, “Nothing on Earth is as blue as this Lake”

Blue as the sky or so it would seem
I found sobriety and answered a dream

I remember I cried the day that I heard the news
No longer would Stevie Ray be playing the blues

Blue is a color but know it’s also an emotion
When I was in Hawaii it was the color of the Ocean

See, blue is more than a color it’s part of our soul
For folks at the fair it’s their number one goal

Sweetheart even this love that I hold for you
Can best be described by the words “True Blue”. 

Inspired by the COLOR contest and of
course it was penned for my wife.

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His Love Is More Than Enough For Me

I feel God's love no matter how 
And a touch of his hand is enough. 
If I study God's Word I can grow. 
God teaches us great values and that's so! 
So when I'm feeling tired and very low 
All I need to do is to shout His name I know. 
Because when trials and tribulations just seem to grow 
All I need to do is to keep in mind that God will guide me thru!

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I have started to accept loss & gain...
The varied feelings of pleasure & pain...
With just the stoic reaction & same...
Without spitting ire or blame....!

I have started to develop unselfishness...
Indifference to fulfillment & nothingness...
I have become more of a man I think....
Aloof to the trait of scent & stink...!

I no more assert that this is mine...
Nor moved I am by wealth or wine...
The bonds of blood & heart this day...
Like ordinary to sway...!

I am only affected by compassion...
Hoping for love & peace in every nation...
I'm optimistic on global unity....
Maybe....I am inching towards infinity....!

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concentration has a deadly flaw
distraction brands our subterfuge
prescription drugs just lead to more
sedation erasing  sacred lucid truth

                       pick the sharp double edged sword
                       ultimately understanding the point
                       simply to focus on nothing stored
                       tempered blade by displaced taunt

keep eyes open for  just one more day
keep heart alive heed deaths blood drain
keep from floating adrift along the way                                                                                                                                                        focus sane and consciousness maintain

© Kim van Breda—June 2014

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I am open and ready to be filled up.
I have become the receptacle, the loving cup.
I am the outlet always there to receive the plug.
The cocoon transforming the butterfly from the slug.

I am the river bed through which deep water flows.
The channel  bottomless as the frequency grows.
Having learned to no longer fear the dark,
shadows and phantoms have lost their spark.

All apparent monsters I recognize as my dearest friends.
After all, they are my greatest teachers in the end.
I confront my own intellectual process today;
I am ready to move into a higher, thoughtful way.

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It Doesn't Really Matter in The End

It doesn't really matter in th end, 
If you are black or white, rich or poor, 
Or if you are a regular Joe or a celebrity, 
Bad things, and suffering can happen to anyone,that's for sure. 

The human spirit can sometimes too much endure, 
It can be yours or mine in a corner very obscure, 
Our bodies and souls can take so much for a awhile, 
But in the end it could take its toll too much trials 

There's a timetable and a clock somewhere always ticking, 
So let's not forget that wounds take a long time healing, 
God made our body, mind, soul to be resilient in time of trouble, 
But doesn't mean to ignore them and so make them for us double 

So in the end it doesn't really matter who you are,or where you go, 
Tragedy, pain and death can happen to anyone, anytime, I just know. 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 


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In sick dreams bullets cut-through
tire tough truth like raw meat;

stringy and dripping with blood.
Teeth ripping through organs,

heart, kidneys, liver, making
sausage of our small intestines.

There is no valid temperature
for proclamations of redemption,

no trembling for forgiveness,
announcements of new leaves.

Baptism is spent gun shells, as
the chorus trills to the slaughter.

Everywhere we're allowed to go
little eyes stare like Big Brother

hungry to purify secrets.

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Close to an Ass

To think; just think; I sure do wish
Don't serve me the psychotic dish!

Is everyone just insane?
Life at CARE can't be in vain!

Things are looking up somehow
At least stopped having such a cow!

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Dance of Delight

Twirling gold
Truth be told
Golden light
Dance of Delight

Leading the way
Delicious play
Upward flight
Dance of Delight

Infinity circles
Creating life miracles
Wondrous sight
Dance of Delight

Rhythm change
Hear the new range
Transformative heights
Dance of Delight

Learn the new step
Become more adept
Golden violet white
Dance of Delight

Harmony reigns
Dance is the same
Experience tonight
Dance of Delight.

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FALLEN STAR (A New Horizon)

Yes, I am an addict and this I can't deny.
I love the things that feel good and one is getting high.

Although, I'm in remission on guard is where I stay.
Like a soldier in the field I'm dodging bullets every day.

I can drink enormous quantities and still my words don't slur.
I thought I had a special gift of strength like Supergirl.

I use to pop the pills, oh yes, they are my drug of choice.
They landed me in rehab and in there you have no voice.

I loved the roaring of the crowd, my downfall I admit.
I had this thing called stage fright which made it very hard to quit.

There was no shortage of those things that calmed the silent rage.
My many "friends" were there to ensure I made it to the stage.

An extrovert was my mask and an introvert inside.
So I sold my words to others and I kept them well supplied.

I admit it was fun for a while, but the circle was the same.
I had to make a choice of life or death and left the game.

I could brag and tell you who I am, but I can't you see.
Yes, I would be noticed but it wouldn't be for me.

This does not apply to everyone, believe me I know that.
Just those with bad intentions there to make their wallets fat.

I have gone a different route, another path another door.
I have found out who I am and what I am here for.

It will be about a year and I'll be more than glad to share.
A Children's book will be on the shelf with a different style and flare.

This is not a reflection on those who have shared their poetry with me and were 
kind enough to respond to mine.

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Patient X

Plagued ebony tongue of evil spores;
Invitro beings with polluted cores.
Soul's lab of hope in dreamer's test tube;
A puzzle solver's Rubik cube.
Spirit smashed in life's dress rehearsal;
Faith inside psychology's Reversal.
Wounding truth upon lips spoken;
within a heart, opaquely, broken.
Felt and touched through words' real life;
The hidden angst of heart in strife.
Emotions conflict in mind's sweet shop;
Laned childhood memoirs' spinning top.
Down yester's avenue are audible taunts;
The not so abandoned ruin, haunts.
Chemical bodies infect and deceive;
Equation's encouragement to bravely believe.
Fears overboard in blood stream's boat;
Sailed backbone ventures' antidote.

© March 2013

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Face Ditty

          For common folks, I put on a common face
          And I am happy,charming and full of grace.
          The intelligentsia I meet with deep-browed grin
          And we discuss, intelligently,the dilemma we 're in.

          I have so many faces that I do not know
     In which my "real,"my "true" face starts to show.
                 And if through revelation divine
                 Something of myself I find,
                 I am content and glad to grow
                 But,oh how I've yet to go
             And,oh how much I've yet to know!  

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Weed And Feed

On my day's journey
Think going to a basketball tourney

Stopped by sisters house
It was as quiet as a mouse

Out in her garden she sits
Hoe claw and gloves of misfits

Peddle pushers to kaboot
Gotta love her for she's a hoot

She kept digging at those weeds
And filling the holes with new seeds

I asked if she was tired of this
She replyed no as she turned and twist

See hoeing your garden
Is like a life's pardon

You might say it's like losing weight
Shedding unwanted pounds you hate

The hurries and worries
Even if their some kind of snow flurries

As we laughed and cried
I felt more pride

For my sister did it to me once again
Helped me weed out my own garden from within

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Many people walk around quite happily deluded.
We all have misconceptions of our flaws, myself included.
I see some people strutting by, unflatteringly dressed,
But they would disagree with what my eyes have just assessed.

We watch the TV talent shows for those who sing or dance,
And realize many are so bad they don’t deserve a chance.
Yet there they are, quite clueless, belting out an off-key tune
And when criticism comes, they look like they’re about to swoon.

Our self-protective instincts often keep us in the dark;
We sail through life by nurturing that tiny, hidden spark.
It’s easier, by far, to keep one’s faith in an illusion,
Allowing us to promenade, ensconced in our delusion.

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by the starshine i see                       ?                          ?   
a truer version of me
as the darkness pervades
the fear and trouble escapes
my soul vaults far up into the skies
as i soar free with newly opened eyes
when i am a truer version of me
only then am i free

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The Bed Made From A Hole In Sand

If we get a few minutes of relief from open fire
To my bed of sand I'll retire

Bullets whizzing over our heads
Makes the safety of the sand bed not a dread

Needing a bath and fresh clean clothes
Well we won't get these today we suppose

Our comrade was killed by mortar fire today
We wept as dying in my arms he lay

Silence is golden so they say
But silence can be scary as hell, where we stay

But this is just one more day
Hoping we live to get away

To home

(Inspired by photos sent to me in an email from a friend.  The photo showed soldiers 
surrounded by army trucks, jeeps, and tanks in the middle they had dug out beds in the sand.

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I would love to write a poem as hilarious as could be.
But it seems like funny poems will not come out of me.
So I practice my Chastushkas in hopes I will succeed.
A better sense of humor must be what I need.
I wish that I could buy one, but they are not in the store.
I have searched dictionaries and thesauruses galore.
I have looked along the freeway and down the country roads
But the funny inspirations seem to hop away like toads.
There are so many writers that have a humorous touch.
And I wish I had it, too… very much.
I guess I must remember to write down the funny things I see around.
Like the time I saw kids rolling, laughing wildly on the ground.
But until then, I’ll use my pen to hone my funny bone.
Writing those Chastushkas until I do not laugh alone…

 © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 19, 2010

Poetic form:  Couplets

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Living in the Moment

I sit watching the sparrows at play,
They flit and flirt, and then fly away.
No trouble rests on their shoulders,
Their concern is just living today.

My thoughts would be like a sparrow’s,
Delighting in the moments accorded.
For tomorrow is always a question
Today, peace is the trophy awarded.

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Undeclared war of stupidity
No commanders - anarchy

No ranks,   no orders
No hands up,  no prisoners 

No medals, no white flag
No peace treaties, no appeal to the JAG

No winners - only losers
Everybody’s enemy - drunken drivers.

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Sooner Or Later It Will Come To You Too

It would be wise for you to find the truth. 
In the end we all have a way to get through. 
No matter what anyone say. 
Sooner or later it will come to you too. 
It would be wise for you to find the truth. 
People these days have a cold heart and that's true. 
No matter what anyone say. 
You blame it on me and blame it on every one too. 

So many bad things happen we hear the news. 
But we can't believe everything that they say. 
It would be wise for you to find the truth. 
Looking at pretty pictures is kind of cute. 
The world is nuts just lusting after forbidden fruit. 
Once in a while some things we see and hear leave us all mute. 
The wall keep collapsing and closing everyday on you. 
Sooner or later it will come to you. 
Don't get stuck living in the same way that you do. 
No matter what anyone say. 
Life is too complex and nothing really computes. 

Too much too little too soon life keeps rolling as such. 
Nothing comes easy and everything is hard and you lose touch. 
And all around you people keep messing just too much. 
You want shortcuts but you get detours. 
Nothing comes easy and everything is hard and you're out of touch. 
Choices made are not always good and sorrows just pours. 
Life is so hard and few things you find sacred and pure. 
Nothing comes easy and nothing is really sure. 
No matter what anyone say. 
Sooner or later it will come to you too. 
It would be wise for you to find the truth 
Sooner or later it will come to you too. 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 


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Test Time

My blessed heart
Where shall I start

I thank my dear Lord
For being my mighty sword

For fighting these demons within
Who try to make me faulter or sin

I thank the Heavenly angels above
For bringing me someone new to love

I thank family and friends
For showing me how to fight till the end

I feel blessed for the air I breath
Even if it tends to make me sneeze

I feel blessed to watch my child grow
For she still loves the way I kiss her fingers and toes

So when I'm feeling so down and blue
I recant back to things of being so brand new

So thanks to others whom I pass on these blessings
For the Lord will alway's do his own testing

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Locked ia a Cage

Locked in a Cage

I Have been locked in this cage.. 
I am going crazy - up in a rage.. 
They should of put me - in a padded cell.. 
My knuckles are bleeding - all to hell.. 
Feraously mad - I have lost all control.. 
My mind went bent - then my soul, went into a hole.. 
When they came - to lock me up.. 
I begged them - to put on, the hand cuffs.. 

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Untitled #129 / The more I read

The more I read, the more I write
the less I like to sleep tonight

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When All Is Said And Done

Regarding the darkness, the treachery of man
I’ve inhaled its breath; I’ve held its hand

Look at the fate of the Jews in World War 2
Condemned by coward who killed himself to

No guts to face the horrific crimes he had done
I reckon there are those who will follow anyone

Our Son home from one war waiting on another
As I watch it tear out the heart of his mother

And after all is said and done, “Who am I”
Just an old wore out convict waiting to die

At least I have the balls to go out with a fight
Though sometimes the day recedes to the night

So tell me why is it that man acts this way
Nailed Christ to the cross one real dark day

It’s amazing we can live with what we’ve done
Just the shame that I alone carry is not any fun

One day each and every of us will meet our maker
He will either accept our soul or let Satan be the taker

When all is said and done the only thing I know
To help you get to heaven Satan could have my soul

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To Be Me

My faith is truly mine alone
My God would never disown.

My belief is truly so bright
It fills me with delight.

Some would say, I am wrong,
I still cherish it, like a song.

My faith is simply to believe,
My spirit has only to conceive.

To believe in a loving entity,
Giving me my entire identity,

That makes my desire to want to be.
Both inside and outside, I am just me.

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Tired of being numb

The time has surely truly come
That I am tired of being numb.

The days of being in constant pain
My life seems to be going down the drain.

I am still quite heartbroken
And some things can't be spoken.

But 5 years have already gone by
And today I heaved a weary sigh.

I can no longer stay this way
Just going through with my day.

I have been on a ledge
Standing there on that edge.

Looking over and down
Upon my face is a frown.

I turn around and then look up
That she is a tough climb, yup.

But I reach up and begin to climb
As I know it has come to that time.

Time to either wither and die
Or time to show life I can defy.

New places are meant for me.
A new woman you shall see.

Oh do not get me wrong
I have days I am not strong.

But I promise to not be so withdrawn
As I know my life is not foregone.

I want to be someone my kids can be proud of
Someone they know that will always give love.

For them being gone was never my choice
That in this instance my opinion had no voice.

But one day soon they will come to find me
I want it to be day of great joy and glee.

For they will see that pain did bring me to my knees
But that I got up and moved and refused to freeze.

I did not die from all this pain
But one day will I be able reign?

Who is to really know?
Just cannot stand another woe.

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Self Respect

I placed my treasures at your feet
I gave you all my songs so sweet

Before my own I placed your need
"All for you..." my daily creed

My self worth in  your reflection
The biggest fear .. your rejection

Always expecting your rebuff
Knowing what  I had was not enough

Yes,  you turned and walked away
I always knew you wouldn't stay

A little pride at last I found
I turned away without a sound........

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Poets Verse

Music is poems with notes set to sing.
Whatever the words, emotions to bring.

Some sad songs can really bring you down.
Listen to some blues, to keep your frown.

Other times it's fun acting like a clown.
Stay low for so long, then come back around.

Now most poets tend to call their work songs.
Whether or not, I just want to belong.

Rhyming with timing and verse set to meter.
Has to make sense, or I'll call you a cheater.

I cannot write any notes, to music anyway.
I can write poems,  if you listen to what I say.

Rhyming with timing without any reason.
Is hard on my brain in any one season.

Although all the old poems are considered better.
A new one by chance may strike on this letter.

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                         Words chaos where there's no understanding
                        Where understanding is there, needs no words

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Children of the Upper Crust

  Children of the upper crust
upon the earth...........
that must be us!

They draw a circle on the ground,
so they can dance the moon around,
and then they draw another one,
so they can promenade the sun.

Put lightning bugs in mason jars,
so they can twinkle like the stars.

  Why do you always come around
to moralize and fuss and frown?

"Because I have no inner child
I'm just a parent,always riled,
When I see children having fun,"

But it's party time the work is done!
They made a barrel full of tea,
with jujubes for you and me.

They even brought a phonograph
the wind up kind to make you laugh.

but you have never laughed out loud,
you wear your silence like a shroud

a shroud of pure maturity
no inner child could hope to free.

But there's a tickle potion dear,
I think they put it in your ear.

It takes you back to one or two,
when someone stole the child from you.

So don't look now ,but you may find,
the little girl inside your mind.

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Personal Demon

Personal Demon

Twilight's shadows consume my thoughts
reapers glove clutching daylight to suffocation 

Sleep remains elusive, in waking dreams
obsessive images loop unfettered

Fertile soil of ancient memories
spawn demons of my past realms

Yesterday storming today's bastions of sanity
manufactured reality expired, obsolete 

Gatekeeper guard the boundaries of my soul
fistfalls of desperation resounding, pounding

Claw the erected walls upward
crumbled reality a pinhole of dawns light 

Relinquish the reapers grasp
another day as demons wait for dusk

Stephen (Stoic)

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Unique Horn

Carpe Diem, seize the day
Live by the rules of the game you play
The world is your oyster, enjoy the ride
When the going gets tough, look on the bright side
Silence is golden, take that to the bank
Put that in your pipe while smoke screens draw blank
Though money makes the world go round
Speak louder through actions than through sound
Empty vessels make the most noise
Best medicine, laughter, daily poise
Fool me once means shame on you
Shame on me, that’s fooled times two
Follow your heart, reach for the stars
Dreams come true, firefly jars
A bird in hand is worth two in a bush
When push comes to shove, shove comes to push
A stitch in time always saves nine
As luck still favors prepared minds
Fortune favors the brave at heart
Every ending once had a start
Live your life without regret
‘Tis better to forgive and to forget
We’re proned to get as hard as we give
Throw stones in the glass houses we live
Don’t count your chickens before they hatch
Two birds with one stone, that’s quite a catch
A rolling stone gathers no moss
Too many cooks spoil the broth
Just try again if you don’t succeed
And don’t believe everything you read
Make every experience educational
To think twice before speaking is critical
Let sleeping dogs lie I always say
Cause every dog will have his day
To be taught new tricks no matter the age
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Two heads they say is better than one
Violence isn’t always the key my son
Beggars can’t choose, that much we know
More haste less speed, no time to grow
When seams come undone, it’s cause for concern
We are what we are, we live what we learn

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Love Cycle - Broken

Resulting from the purest love, sparkling bundle of joy
A perfect gift from up above this healthy baby boy
Opened my eyes felt safe and warm right from the very start
Loved family became the norm, foundations of my heart

As I grew the joy we shared became my main desire
Trials and tribulations bared was something to admire
Proud man I am today for that I thank you very much
A soulmate now the aim to pass a love as great as such

Greatest moment of my life, the ring slipped on my finger
“I now pronounce you man and wife”, these words forever linger
Continuous stipulation meant her dreams had been achieved
A day of jubilation when we found she had conceived

Longed for this day since I was little, the day of my child’s birth
Our livelihood became brittle, a complicated girth
50/50 chance, saved her to try again in future
but unforgiveness gained became my everlasting torture

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A Wandering Star, so distant in view. . .
Its tiny beacon, once led me to you.

It shone so brightly, in its place above. . .
I truly believed, it would guide our love.

Its light was gentle, like your tender touch. . .
I fell to your charms, I needed so much.

It shimmered in the night, but it was you in my day. . .
I fear that it was the sunlight, that sent you away.

At night I still look up, longing to see. . .
Those soft white tones, and you waiting for me.

Under clouds grown thick, I wonder where you are. . .
For the time is long past, since I have seen my Wandering Star.+

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A show called “Luck” on HBO
Has just been given the heave-ho.
It deals with gamblers at the track
But now it won’t be coming back.

The acting’s strong and so’s the writing;
All the racing’s so exciting.
Yet three horses somehow died;
PETA protests won’t subside.

It’s a shame – the show was great
From its first burst out the gate.
It had moxie, guts and pluck;
What it didn’t have was luck!

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Surely there was some mistake!
This couldn’t really be a quake!
I know one person – not a joke – 
Who thought he’d suffered from a stroke.

But no, the experts did unveil
5.7 on the Richter scale,
With tremors up and down the coast;
Virginia seemed to get the most.

New Yorkers seemed the most surprised.
We haven’t been familiarized
With quakes like this since ’44,
And this one we could not ignore.

For many, ‘twas a brief distraction,
With surprise the main reaction.
Life returned to normal, fast;
Could-have-been thoughts do not last.

Yet we think of others struck
Who didn’t have our same good luck.
Nothing really quite predicts
How Mother Nature gets her kicks.

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What is Life?

Life is full of sorrow,
As we always wonder about tomorrow.

Life is full of pain,
Unknowingly that we hurt the ones we love again and again.

Life is full of love,
Always wanting to reach to the stars above.

Life comes and goes,
Because of the decisions we chose.

Life is ending near,
Now is the time to face our fears.

Life is full of cries, 
As a life is taken away, we gaze into those skies.

However when life becomes brightened,
It's when someone comes into our life causing our life to be lightened.

They show us the way,
An escape out of this dark cold day.

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A Minute

You eat, you drink, you sleep, you poop
And then it’s time to fly the coop.
Life is over in a minute;
The world goes on, without you in it.

Thus, before you do depart,
Milk every moment from your heart.
No need to pay a finder’s fee
Or labor on your legacy.

Just focus on the here and now – 
It’s all you can do, anyhow.
Today you’re here, enjoy its spark – 
Tomorrow is a question mark.

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Take a Peek

Find the love or else pure pain
Second loss; first is gain

Am I afraid of a devil in me?
Almost driven to crazy!

Or maybe there's an angel inside
Don't push down or try to hide!

Focus on one of the two
One is happy; other blue

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There inside of me is a deep yearning,
One that has been forever burning.

A yearning to belong and to be,
A desire to be accepted for me.

I am a wife but not for long,
As that dream is now forgone.

I am a sister, a friend, and someones lover,
Believe it or not I also used to be called "Mother".

I wake up everyday in so much pain,
Waiting for it to go away in vain.

I have dreams of being more,
But feel like this life is my penance to settle my score.

I have not always done what is right,
And for that, I now see the light.

Too little too late,
But my pain does not abate.

People always wonder why I have no self worth.
Maybe they should spend a day in my world.

I talk to people but see something in their face,
That just makes me think I am taking up space.

My kids were taken from me,
Yet people act like that is way it is supposed to be.

I can no longer eat very much,
But have not been able to lose much weight as such.

When I talk no one listens,
Nor do they see the tears that glisten.

My life, my very existance
Has come to nothing but a pittance.

I am who I am and nothing more.
Even though most days I am a great bore.

I work a job that I am not supposed to do,
Yet everyone says they have no clue.

Told everyday I am stupid and worth nothing more.
Am told that having 5 kids makes me a whore.

I love with all my heart and might,
I just want one chance at what is right.

I don't think I ask for a lot,
I just am tired of being treated like a robot.

I have needs, wants, and desires.
I just no longer want to be stuck in these mires.

I want no more than to be loved and respected.
Is it so wrong to want to be accepted?

I want the right to be.
I am

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Six o’clock on a Sunday morn
I hear the call of a forlorn
Dove. Its mourning sound so sadly
pled evokes a melancholy.
It spurred my thinking back in time
When I was of another mind:
A time when we had fell in love
And witnessed by a turtledove.
So many springs have come and gone
And still I hear its cry at dawn.
A sound that conjures up in me
A sad but loving reverie:
A daydream of that morning bird
Whose sad refrains we both had heard.

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tick tock

is it too much for you to bear?
always looking and finding me here
is there such a thing as too much love?
are you afraid it will swallow you up?

are you unsure? is it me or you?
do you need a dog like Blue for the clues?
did I not say it or lay it all on the line?
every single moment, every single time

did I give too much, or maybe, not enough?
when you spelled out no, were you calling my bluff?
the clock ticks slowly away all of our hours
all you could have had, you had all the power

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The Fuss

There are the substantial and the oft insubstantial. Must we all be the same way, the same differential? There are mountains of atoms, there are eon's of space time. Yet, the importance, what matters depends on the climb. Does matter, matter? Are atoms are all of the rage! If we can't see a one, as it dances on this page! So do, believe as you will, and dream on as you must Just stop claiming you're the only right as you fuss.

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Unrestrained, non-contained callous attitude
unexplained, over pained, indentured servitude . . .

Overstated, unrelated, tantrum over-grown
medicated, anticipated, origin unknown . . . 

Self defeating, overheating, systems overload
Unrelenting, soul dissenting, virtual implode . . .

Eradicated, decimated, instantly destroyed
terminated, eliminated, negative employed . . .

Annihilation, devastation, shattered symmetry
retribution, absolution, selective memory . . .

Over-bearing, never sparing, unending obligation
vacant staring, lack of caring, growing consternation . . .

Ruminating, agitating, lacking recognition
complicating, reiterating, periodic repetition . . .

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they found six fingers

  I'll say goodbye,
I'm leaving town,
I'm checking out 
a hole I found,
beneath the bleachers
where I died,
the only time I really tried
to breach the rift,
"twixt here and there,

they found six fingers
and some hair,
from when I teleported home,
they always thought
I left alone,
but I took seven souls along,
to clear the path,
and sing our song,

  Remember when I begged 
your kiss?
relinquished all ,to say I missed
going somewhere to the dance,
enticed you with a new romance?

  But you were older and refused,
to sacrifice the world you'd lose
To tell me I was not a ghost,
You know ,it's me,
I miss
the most.

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My sanity is at the tip of my tongue
if I could only remember how it went
I search my files and catalogs
but it's wasted energy spent

No useless knowledge of any sort
or witty comment made
no brilliant remark or clever retort
no sarcastic words to trade

No puns, no jokes or riddles
no intellectual interaction
Nothing in the entire world
will give me satisfaction

My mind divides now as it were
my new identities born
one who is too scared to share
the other one filled with scorn

And one pathetic whimperer
feeling sorry for herself
is crushed under the demoness
who says ther's nothing else

Too much conflict of myself
I can't sort it out
All these voices loudly screeching
In essence, I am doubt

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Those Thoughts

Nightmares, shame, and despair
You don't go anywhere
All alone in your mind
even with someone by your side.

You can't seem to get rid of the pain
and in your heart an eternal rain.
No one really knows how you feel
and you have friends that always ask, "What the deal?"

They're like cobwebs in your mind
that you can't seem to bind.
The hurt is always there
which has always been your fear.

The "fear" is what's wrong
and you must discover another heart song.
If you don't give it to Him so you can thrive
you will plummet to the depths and never survive.

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Ner' A Hollow Morning

Hollow dense vapor sets along the brook
Never imagining dawn breaking in
Earth meets air and it's mysterious show
Stillness so still .. it feels like utter sin~

None could tame the unspoken vigor
Water meets Air above an untamed breeze
Justice is served  Mother Nature's eager
Vernal life lines the brooks simplistic ease~

The breath of comfort calming and placid
Brook does not babble but silently flows
Nor is there a scene like this one today
Breathtakingly unique double rainbows~

If all nature is not a warrior.....
There would be rot  in desolate spaces
How then could her graceful exterior
Know natures place is among these places?

When you're out  walking in nature's way
Ignorantly avoiding her bountiful mass
Recall to your divine spirit that may
Murmur negativity away, be steadfast~

Forest anew with decadence steady
Society must learn to be ready for war
Mother Nature's ner' hollow but ready
Know nothing has ever stopped her before~

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Where speaks the mind’s most silent voice
So deep, internal, offering choice
It sways decisions, so then to make
With hopes that good are those to take

It may be loud, resounding high
To then see clearly with thine eye
It may, too, be low, a whisper soft
To not be heard when mind’s aloft

Yet, know its presence, hold it true
Always listen, sense it, within you
For there residing, with hopes to be heard
Is your little voice, with spoken word

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Untitled #127 / Chrome-covered wheels

Chrome-covered wheels
Let ‘em make the best deals

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Unbearable Away....

Although optimism is there
Pessimism we also share

In times such as, a day like today
Poetry takes unbearable away

Over whelmed between work and home 
Our minds all need some place to roam

Everyone feels hopeless at times
Magical words heal us with rhymes

We are divine, our  lives are a test
Allow poetry to cleverly jest~

Witty remarkable writing indeed
Can sooth irreparable souls in need

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dust from yesterday

the only sound was the wind through the sage
it blew icy cold with a whistling rage
I zip my jacket but still I shiver
against the unknown and what floats downriver

I don't sleep and lay wide awake
gnawing inside are the thoughts that quake
something I don't know and can not understand
staring at the rotating blades of the fan

love is never based on what is fair
we just weren't right, our lives parallel
what I wanted before was just a fair shake
the scar remains thick from your quick escape

fortune looked down and smiled on me
faith never lost--I always believed
my dreams for tomorrow are realized today
all else left behind in the dust from yesterday

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In His Glory And Grace


A long time ago a King left His kingdom and His throne 
To pay what could be paid only by Him, and just Him alone, 
A Mighty Lord who was willing to die for yours and my sins, 
And make us all brand-new again when we invite Him in 

Knowing full well the rewards of His salvation plan 
Help us remember that we are all held in God's own hand, 
One day when we arrive to Heaven, what's it first we'll see? 
But Jesus, with arms opened wide as happy to greet you, and me! 

I am but a sinner, who's now living by His blessed grace, 
Washed clean by the Blood of my Lord Jesus, who died in my place, 
By surrendering everything I have to God, each and every day, 
I can be certain for sure, I'll not be that easily led astray! 


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000



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When Poets Meet

Commonalities shared in true spirit
Congruent in every sense of the word,

Like souls drawn together;
Though the unenlightened deem them absurd.

Unfettered synaptic responses
Birthing emotional literary compilations,

Wholehearted unadulterated creative endeavors;
Soliciting the world’s adulation.   

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Oh my sweet Jesus, I plead with you to protect all the children tonight. 
Oh my sweet Lord, guide them all with your hand all thru day and night. 

I know how much you love us each and all. 
You are the only one that can deliver us when we fall. 

I am just trying to make them understand 
That only through You we can stronger stand. 

In my life you've giving me more than I do deserve. 
And you're the only one that I really want to serve! 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 

July 31, 2009 

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For The Moment

Although, for the moment, we are shores apart;   
  we're still welded together by a loyal heart.       

             Copyright McCuen 2009

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Lilac Breeze

Early evening’s warm fresh breeze
Sented aroma adrift with ease

As afternoon sun melts slowly down
Day light concludes with a dusky crown

Evening beckoned me out for a stroll
Dainty placidness quenching my soul

A silky breeze makes my spirit content
Picking up lilac and trailing her scent

Sun dripping slowly down her pink sky
Eloquently melting as birds fly by

Enraptured by this lingering breeze
Relinquishes hope for tomorrows ease

By Jane Bowen

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God Is In His Heaven

Sunshine fills my pores
with light

The breeze soothes my
inner chambers

The sound they make
fills my soul

The wings they bring
leads my heart to sing.

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Last gasp

Conjoined at the brain, bound at the hip
Two halves of one heart as we skip a beat
Inhale and exhale, though happy or sad
Reliving content days we never had
Roots planted firmly in gail force winds
Not breaking, but bent by futile beginnings 
Crooked, but growing from much needed rain
One sided, outranking the undeserved pain
Screaming and shouting, silently led astray
Deafening whispers while breath wastes away
Struggling for air amidst hurricane wrath
The end is in sight, we’ve chosen our path
Compassion while hoping that mercy is shown
Air lifted when sand or snowstorms blow
A vacuum absorbing ill fated defeat
Bloated paranoia swept from its feet
Balloon shaped, soaring on wings with a song
Two wind chimes hitching a ride all along
Winds of change will sing of a tale
Of a sail filled with wind or a wind filled sail
That brought to shore a limitless supply
Of peace and wisdom and undying pride

Floating on loveboats brought in by the tide

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Lighthouse On A Lonely Rock

Lonely lighthouse on one lone rock
Guarding the rocky shore around the clock

Standing stately flashing your light
Even though ships no longer come in the night

Birds love you, they cling to the rock
At your feet hoping just hear your clock

When it strikes its last chime
Saying that it is now the end of time

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Brahma, Allah, Jevovah, Vishnu, Ahuramazda, Shiva... 

What’s in a name? 
A way to identify the same, 
Geography, language is mainly to blame 

Your glory is such, 
Man asks for too much. 

Meditation or one pointed concentration is the key , 
But who says there is no fee? 

Day to dawn makes no sense, 
What does? we call nonsense. 

Who am I, and why am I here? 
Has just become my greatest fear. 

Is justice to be done with the strength in my hands? 
Or by sweet words maybe written in the sand? 

When will you set me free? 
So that I can be with thee. 

How am I to live in bliss? 
When I stop myself from giving all a kiss. 

Why do I write I do not know? 
It is only ink on paper to show.

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We,like annual flowers,fade,then die
As clouds evaporate up in the sky.

(American Doublet)

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Empty Dreams.

 If I had wings would I fly with birds on high or touch the evening skies?
If I were a jet could I see beyond the sunset to view the other side?
If I had another’s eyes would I still see  the world as it is?
If I were a ship would I sail the deepest seas or maybe crash upon a reef ?
If I were an eagle would I  prey upon innocent lambs or traverse distant lands?
If I were a tree would squirrels still scuttle among my leaves
hiding their acorns, or birds their seeds?
If I were the ocean would I ebb and reel or help sailors maintain an even keel?
If I were the wind would I demolish all evil things or blow the breath of peace
Into the hearts of men ? 
If I had a choice what would I choose to be, knowing that
IF I were anything else would I be as blessed as I am, being ME?

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let us sandwich

let us speak now of wakeful dreams
and know that life's not what it seems

let us talk of living loving lives
and all the serenity we can derive

let us utter our deepest sincere desires
and walk with each other through our fires

let us mouth our pangs of hollow hunger
keep our confidences, and pray and wonder

let us verbalize clearly to those we love
and tell them earnest feelings thereof

let me just say, right here, right now
my love for you that I'll hold some how

let us sandwish 'tween the slices, our days
thank heaven, whatever, give each other praise

© Goode Guy 2012-01-19

of C.M.S.

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Let Go and Love

Alone but not lonely, sometimes this is true
Lonely but not alone, even when I’m with you

We live within a world of our own creation
Never altering it of our own volition

Taking from each other that which we need
Keeping ourselves apart, that is just greed

Afraid to open up and completely give
Ivory tower dwellers do not really live

What is there to fear, why are we so frightened 
We who always claim to be so enlightened

Many lonely people long for a chance like this
Someone who will hold them, someone to kiss

We come together and then we move apart
Afraid to risk the possibility of a broken heart

Living like this defies all understanding
Searching all of our lives and finally finding

A companion and a friend on whom we can rely
But not letting love in, not willing to try

“Tis better to have loved and lost”
We must stop anticipating the cost

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Locked Inside

There is just way too much locked inside,
So many things I would love to confide.

I am so angry and confused, 
My soul is quite oh so bruised.

I want to be a whole person again,
Everyone says it is just a matter of when.

My life has been put on hold,
And inside I feel so cold.

There are days I am just so numb,
Nothing warms me, not even my rum.

There are days that a ray of light shines through,
Then the clouds come back and I am again blue.

I am told to have faith and believe,
That God is there and will give reprieve.

Faith in Him I do have, truth be told.
I just feel He has bigger things to uphold.

I am just one tiny person in a sea many,
I feel like I am the bad luck penny.

I have  family and a few select friends,
I know they have issues at their ends.

Maybe I am just in so much pain,
That all I feel is insane.

One day soon I would love to be feel joy
And no longer feel like others I annoy.

I really despise all this despair,
Please Lord hear my prayer.

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I put a smile on my face
to keep the questions from flowing
my mind is on a quest
but i don't know where it's going
it has left my heart, body and soul behind
though it has gone to a place that I cannot find
it leaves me in pieces, shattered and broken
it keeps on moving but I don't know where it's going
is it searching for the meaning it thought it lost?
or is it leaving to give me back my heart, but what's the cost
when it goes it leaves my heart in the open
vulnerable to an attack but i'm wishing and hoping
will come back soon because my heart can't take it
I was left alone cold and naked
exposed to the word for my face can no longer hide
the despair of the loneliness I feel inside
as my mind is on its journey to a place I cannot go
I hope and wish and pray that someday I will know
so I can find it and bring it back to where it's supposed to be
safe sitting here at home with me

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Mambo Music

Mambo music played all night long
Bringing such joy with every song

Teenage girls flirting with the boys
Dancing kids with their blinking toys

Mambo music plays in my mind
Tonight our broken spirits shined

We are back home now and their asleep
Didn’t take long to count their sheep

Taking them out was a blessed time
They drank soda and I drank wine

There is so much pain in our life
Husband died…I’m a widowed wife

But something about that Mambo
Dancing rhythms of the bongo

It grabbed my sorrow tore my grief
And brought us all needed relief

Billions of people feel this way
Does it get better none can say

Having your love stripped from your life
Managing the house still in strife

Never would I wish this on you
Broken inside feeling so blue

Mambo music brought a smile
Music and time heal with style 

(pure fiction....and dedicated to my best friend)

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Living Water

Living water makes those soft splashing sounds
As it courses from its source to spread all around

Flowing outward to feed all who come into its bounds
All God's creatures are drawn hearing the course it takes around

The grass springs up by its side where deer can feed
Trees grow tall and healthy offering nesting sights for birds and bees

Living waters start from a small source spreading just like a sound wave
Coursing, running, spreading, nuturing, growing and a place to bathe

This living water is a place to come to nuture and completely restore ones soul
Oh that land where the living waters flow

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General Lee

“Let us cross the river and rest in the shade of trees”
Converse like gentlemen, with our bayonets at ease
We were once brothers, declaring independence for these lands 
Now we murder one another, for the right to shackle two hands

Where were the voices, emancipating your values from skin
Taking the glory from generals, immortalized by crimson sin
Lives were railroaded, as Kansas bled into a Missouri stream
Bodies buried in the compromise, of a transcontinental dream

Was it a War of Secession, or a rebellion of recourse
Fire-eaters scorching, an abolitionist’s civil discourse
600,000 lost, tangled in the matted wool of the rancid free
One Bloody Shirt cleansed, by Sherman’s March to the Sea

Do you still hear their viscid screams, clinging to the charred air
Mottled faces crying, broken by artillery soaked fields of despair
Gettysburg shook, as corpses crumbled under death’s rolling gait
The tide had turned, but war only recognizes one ephemeral state

I have heard of leaders, speaking on the residue of tyranny’s grave
Reconstructing a widow's faith, eulogizing the sacrifice of the brave
So why do we proudly remember, how you outmaneuvered harm
Stonewalling the Constitution, before sadly losing your "right arm"

**NOTE**  The first line of the poem is a quote from Confederate General 
Thomas "Stonewall" Jackson, as he lay dying from a mortal wound at the battle 
of Chancellorsville. Upon learning of his greatest commander's death, General 
Robert E. Lee somberly responded that it was as if he lost his "right arm".

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No Big Deal

The new is always a novelty,
the old just a page in history.

Yet nothing is really changing,
just this tired world spinning.

Life is one monotonous grind,
a drag on this restless mind.

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Let's Start Today

Let's bring into this world peace
So all these wars and violence can cease
Let's stop all this hatred
And give the poor and homeless a piece of bread
Let's start by changing us all and right from inside
And letting God be your guide
There's so much we need to change
Even if it looks and sounds strange
We can all start sometime and somewhere
By showing in everything that we do, that we care

Let's be careful in the manner that we speak
Let's be strong and not weak
Let's show this world, that we still stand strong and tall
Let's unite together with courage and tear down every single wall
Let's bring into this world of ours much more love and peace
So a lot of this vicious circle of strife and pain can one day cease
Let's start today and let's do it right from the place in which we live
Let's always be respectful of our neighbors and our fellow man
Let's give the best of ourselves everyday and all the time that we can.
Let's stop this madness and get rid of all these illegal drugs today
They can destroy everything that you have and will kill you too
Make a vow to bring God into your life every single day
And make Him part of everything that you do.
Believe that your life will be more productive and blessed
When you put Him first in every thing
That you set your mind to do when you bring
Him closer and right inside your heart
And from you He shall never depart
So start by doing this and much more
Let's answer the call and open the door
Let's be watchful of everything that we do and say
And let's be thankful and pray to God everyday!

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000


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The entire Budhist monk"s life is but a preperation,
For his Death Point or moment of seperation.

The Jains have santhara,
Quitting life consciously to join with the paramatma.

The hindus go into samadhi,
Where there is no Congress,Shiv Sena,BJP or Samajwadi.

The Christian merges with the holy spirit,
Peace no more desperate.

The sufi mystic to become one,
Dances,twirls,prays,trances to get the job done.

Aghora means illumined with light,
Longing for Shiva in whom they delight.

Shamanism or the art of ecstacy,
The ultimate being one with the super entity.

There is no need to change your faith,
And on your old religion lay a wreath.

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Secrets Too...the Inner Sanctum

 In the inner sanctum of my broken heart,
there's a place still beating that is set apart.

like a little child with a toy drum,
blind and sick and deaf and dumb,
Thudding on and on and on,
until that some one calls her home.

To the tom tom rhythm
should I ask her name?
Then would I ever be the same?
Do I want to learn her secrets there?
In the inner sanctum?
Should I Dare?

In the inner sanctum of my broken heart
there's a place still beating that is set apart.

for Lainie

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Rays of Brightness

Treasure glimmers from within...
People look for its twin... 

Its beholder has a crown on the head...
All eyes look amazed...

For this treasure is the best...
It is the softness of the heart, the care to one, and the pyramids of good attitude...

Those characters when obtained...
Rays of brightness shall never be restrained...

Those are the keys to one's heart...
Those are the keys to the best...

For as Thomas Fuller once said:

"If better were within, better would come out."

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I shall never

 I shall never all this earth survey, nor acquire the leisure that I seek..
But if I take it day by day and keep the breeze upon my cheek;
Who knows… I just may.
I shall never all my friendships fulfill upon this great and gracious earth.
But if I am strong of will and toil at it from birth;
Who knows; maybe I will.
I shall never enjoy the entire splendor that God’s fairer creatures provide.
But if I don’t give in or surrender and all my beliefs I applied;
Who knows; I might be a contender.
If I traverse with utmost care and live the fullness of each hour;
and of sweet nature stay aware through sunshine and noonday shower;
Who knows… I may journey everywhere.
If the tallest mountain I should pursue or tread some valley woven with streams;
there is a chance before I’m through That I’ll fulfill my worldly dreams;
Who knows… it could come true.
If I discover just one pleasant place that to others has gone unseen; would not 
the joy that I would trace urge me on and make me keen;
Who knows… I may win the race.
If I should ramble far and wide and embrace the plain and simple things;
If I did all this before I died, with gladdened heart and spirited wings;
Who’s to say I never tried.

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A Clear Picture Within

Within me there is a spot that must be filled
Trying to find the cure to make it disappear, yet causing my spirit to be killed
Within me there is an empty spot
Testing a million things, causing my insides to rot
Within me, I cannot stand what I see
Emptimess, open, but no longer recognizing me
Within me, it is cold, uncomfortable, but I can understand
When words hurt worse than the strike of a hand
Within me I know there are things that I must change 
Yet my fear causes me to feel the threat of rearrange
Within me I can see
That if changes never occur then happy is something that I will never be

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Going to the place where the Honey runs free
It can't be far away just over the hill in that tree

The bees have been busy filling it with the nectar
Now all I have to do is be willing to go get her

I'll fill my jar until it overflows, then share
Because I don't want to overload from rare

Treat, that meets my needs and don't want greed
Maybe I will take two jars so that you can meet 

Me there in prayer, so that we can get the honey
And not get the sting or visit from bear who is king

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Heaven's gate

the ruins that I live in
created by the pain
where darkness never falters
candles won't illuminate
where conviction hides in corners
truth finally penetrates
my dreams have now been shredded
outside of Heaven's gate

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A green, one-eyed monster will rear its head
Taking from love because it must be fed
Always suspicious and casting about
Trying to find reason and feasting on doubt

It has become rampant and must be beaten back
It can kill love with an all-consuming attack 
Left to reek havoc on a gentle heart
Allowing it to live isn’t very smart

Put jealousy aside because it has no place
In love’s golden moments, leaving no trace
Letting in trust and tenderness instead of malice
A love that is untarnished and a heart uncallused 

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my sole

 If I was poured out on the ground............
the fishes of my soul would gasp 
and flip and flop until at last ,
some homeless waif should mercy measure me,
and scoop me up and throw me to the sea.

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I’ll tell you now “forever” is an awesome concept, 
Yet promises made unto it are very seldom kept.

Believe me that “for always” doesn’t truly exist,
In the heat of a moment bondage is hard to resist.

Far more losers than winners in the game of romance,
An adventure filled with pitfalls high risks and chance.

Your odds of success are usually next to none,
So don’t get too excited play it out just for fun.

Rough and tumble contention so very unforgiving,
More greedy taking than generosity or giving.  

With each hand dealt your heart is openly bet,
The outcome could bring intense joy or regret.

Most secretly seek physical satisfaction, 
Fail to act with a shred of compassion.

While judgment is clouded by dreams in your head,
They’ll love you like the devil then leave you for dead.

Still others look for the vulnerable to take advantage of,
Pouring forth false promises and pretended love.

Stay ever vigilant watchful and beware, 
Remain cynical taking heed and care.

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You Are The One

You are the one
Who's hand I want to hold

You are the one 
Who's lips I want to kiss

You are the one
Who's body I want to snuggle

You are the one
Who's jokes made me laugh

You are the one
Who's music sounded so sweet

You are the one
Who I loved with all my heart

You are the one
Who I miss so dearly

You are the one
Who I need so much

You are the one
Who I can never have

You are the one
Who died that awful day

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Last Wish

To sift is my endeavor, lest I fail
to bring to harmony and to avail
the roads I've traveled on to sweet commune
the sun to blow a kiss to reach the moon
the trees to rain down water from their leaves
to end the parching season of the seas
where salt in rings has settled sugar white
and mad mirages flood the settled sight
To sift my thoughts, I'm sure you will agree
is of the utmost pertinence to me
To wrap the package up in memories
and gently set their sail upon the seas.

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Misguided Teen (Through his eyes)

I see you standing at the grave site
Familiar feelings come up and take flight
For I stood their mourning once too
Sorry for this pain bestowed onto you
I’m sadder today then I’ve ever been
This being that just turned sixteen
Please don’t be sorry or mad
Unanswered questions may leave you sad
But forgive my misguided deed
My short lived anguish now decreed
Misunderstood burden you must carry
Can’t stand to see this tragedy
I’d give anything for you not to feel this way
Except the event that brought you here today
Don’t hate me, please, soften your heart
Pray for this soul that must depart
I heard and felt the tears you cried
The stinging burn you felt inside
Was me praying for acceptance
A final request of remembrance
I caused suffering and made you yearn
And passed the point of no return
Wish I could take away your pain
Until that day we meet again
Helpless, but right through crying skies
Our tears still show grief undisguised 

"Dedicated to the memory of Winston Wayne Swartbooi"

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Ominous growls, whipping panic’s vane
Sirens sounding, wailing nature’s bane
Caustic clouds, whose lightning does ignite
Crackling thunder, dancing demons of night

Souls praying, huddled in halls of eternal wait
Windows rattling, children into hysterical states
Rooftops straining, revealing families of neglect
Tornadoes swallowing, past promises to reflect

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Glass Restraint

The vortex path into my soul, mirrored in projection
On the outside looking in, a window of reflection
Disabled by an art of choice, a blinding writ emotion
Reading the essence of your voice, then hearing your devotion
The canyoned crevice of our minds, grow deep with indecision
Bridging gaps most far and wide, channeling our vision
This TV case, a shell that traps and shields me from so much
And dampened soul when monitors fog up each time I touch

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Because Of His Love

My life can't be that sore. 
And my trials can't be that bad 
Because with God by my side. 
I can be in the end no matter what glad 
And I want to know God only more. 
And that is all can to this date add. 
God is my Lord and my guide 
And he's the best friend I've ever had. 
When someone rejects me and shuts a door 
God for me will open another one because God is my Dad. 
And even with a broken heart I'll keep my smile and pride 
Because with God's love I can't be for too long mad or sad. 

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The Many Sides of Me

I have a mind, a body, a sense that I am one
I am a husband and father, but first I was a son
I do have faith, but I question, the many times I’m tried
As, that just goes to prove that I have many sides

I am a worker for a dollar, with hopes to get much more
Truth be known, if I was richer, I’d know not what it’s for
I have a burning passion every morning, noon and night
To express my thoughts poetically, these ideas that I write

I also am a dreamer, allowing my mind to let me play
It helps to break monotony, to make a better day
I teach sixth grade religion, because kids today know not
They have no values, nor morals, truly they know squat

But, if I were to sum it up, this man of whom I speak
I would honestly have to say that I am quite unique
Though I may share some interests, commonalities you’d say
I am just me, with good and bad, I’d choose no other way

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God Is Awesome

Why do I love God so much you have asked me that question many times before? 
Well I love Him because God is perfect and awesome. He's all that and much more. 

God is good and pure and never tells a lie 
He loves me and dries all my tears away when I just cry. 

God is perfect and that's another word that fits him just right 
He made us all and created all; see the sun and the stars that shine so bright! 

God only wants what's good and best for all of us 
He'd like you to have a joyful and good life,free of all the stresses. 

God is great and He loves us all so much that He's sent down His only son 
Jesus suffered and died upon a cross for all your sins and mine, since life begun. 

Do you still want to know more of why I do love God and Jesus so much? 
Well, I do, because God is my Father and is so awesome for this and all of that and such. 

God is a spirit, and He's divine, and without Him, life would be filled with more pain and strife. 
And without His love and guidance, is nearly impossible to live and make it right thru all this 

Jesus turned my whole life around a long time ago. 
God is so full of love and with Jesus my life is so much better I know. 

God will never tell you or anybody to do any violence or evil thing. 
When you do bad things, don't go blaming God, the problem rests on only Satan and with 

Why do I love God so much you have asked me that question many times before? 
Well I love Him because God is perfect and awesome. He's all that and much more! 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 

June 19,2009

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A Beacon

Life is short and fragile 
It’ll only last for awhile

I know, and you know
Who does not know?

Okay, raise your hand
It is now time to mend 

Yes, we will all be gone 
Soon, His will, be done

Like it or not, it has end
By a touch, of His hand

Like a fleeting shadow
Of today and tomorrow

So, why waste the time? 
In this nonsense rhyme

Of life, pursuing earthly
Things, which isn’t holy

Have you not reflected?
The joy of being elected 
Truth is given, unto you 
O, strive hard to be true 

Bear to carry your cross
For you, not to get lost

To the heaven’s throne
I want you, to be, home

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When Troubled Times Arises

Life is not what you or I make it out to be. 
You want to work hard and play some too. 
But life is never easy no matter what you do. 
Still you wish in your heart that it was that way. 
And in doing so you're wasting in the end your time you see. 
There are times you sit and wait for a miracle to happen every day. 
Be diligent and patience in all you desire to accomplish and do. 
For in spite of everything you'll still get hurt and suffer any way. 

Bad things ensue to each of us for some reason. 
It may not look good at all but for everything there's a season. 
And come what may come that's life and the way that's to be. 
It is not your fault or mine when certain things take place you see. 
So live life well and love and laugh and press on with courage my friend. 
And when you fail and fall, so what? Get up and pray that you'll soon mend. 
Because no matter what, sooner or later we all get hurt so bad and then we cry. 
Our hearts will be broken so many times we can't evade this forever each day. 
So let your tears fall freely when you need to weep and vehemently pray. 
Be joyful for God in all His Divine love and mercy will wipe each of your tears away. 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka LadyDP2000 


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A blooming flower from a concrete crack in the heart of a baron location
A silent hope is sparked within my third eye’s concentration
My thoughts and feelings unify in tandem at this indention
Inspiring me to aid the plight and pronounce this marvelous occasion
I notice you, I notice life, I appreciate this sweet sensation
Brought on by beauty against the odds, I’m filled with joy and elation
If you could whisper in my ear, what would be your dedication?
I long to know true beauty’s song a symbol of unrivaled negotiation
No interference must be allowed, no maiming of proud reputation
I wish to shelter all that’s good and true in reality’s hallucination
Reach for the sun; reach for the stars as I stare in meditation
Your presence here has made me smile, a peaceful, pretty vaccination
So here’s my ode to you dear friend, or call it humble confirmation
Of ever-present love and respect not wavered by intimidation
I admire your courage, your strength, your will to succeed in isolation
In this life so hard, you still stand out, the biggest, smallest inspiration

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Why do you look at me untrusting so?
Is there something I should know?
Who are you to judge me, here?
Should I really express this fear?

Why do you continue leering?
When I’m gone, are you jeering
Over many things I may have done?
To judge me, are you the one?

Cast not ever, evil aspersions.
Dare not ever make bad assertions.
Lest you be judged in the minds
By those with nothing good to find.

So, judge not others, ever each day
Treat them as yourself, in every way.

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Silent tongues and tired eyes
Swollen lips and sleep deprived  
Heavy burdens, mucus glued
Straining pains of goals pursued 
End result in mind’s eye sight
Dreams avoiding damaged plights
Aching backs with loads unneeded
Back pack stuffed with prayers unheeded 
Psycho babble outweigh much reason
Nomadic factual fiction season
Fueled by vengeance, uncovered deceit
The taste converts to bitter sweet
As hope and faith shake hands with grace
And sunburn recalls past mistakes
Somewhere in the middle of this journey
Unstable life erupts with fury
The path less traveled tells the story
Of basking soon in morning glory
Where vague desires soon become
Baked and cemented by rays of the sun

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holding on

in spite of my heart that lays in the open
in spite of the love irrevocably  broken
I hitched to a star that shoots from the sky
and all I imagined I saw in your eyes

you saw the future and that I was in trouble
as you sang about the light at the end of your tunnel
the lyrics were vague and I know not for me
but I hung on each word and continued to read

it all fell apart and started to fray
a polaroid that is blurred and time will fade
I pen the same thoughts but in different words
in case you are listening and still haven't heard

I interview each prospect and things it could mean
each one leaves me wanting and lacks what I need
I'm stumbling forward as I give it two shots
and even on my best day, I yearn for what's lost 

you tell me to hope, not give up on a belief
you ply me with truth, like the friend that I need
I drink from your cup, and pretend all of these things
as dreams corrode with rust and fantasy intervenes 

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Harvard Night Introspect (Walls Vs. Bridges)

Harvard, at night - You still sit on the lawn
with the weight of both structures alive in your arms
Rachmaninoff's tears turning black at your hips
The counting of friends on your five finger tips

Sawdust and poetry, building the wall
A thousand feet wide, a thousand feet tall
Running for life times, for miles, a span
built in your introspect, with your own hands

Frailty and friendships locked into the bridge
Braided in steel as you reach and you give
High above mountains and high above land
all this entwined with the stretch of your hands

Still in the dark, on the lawn, as you see
a friend walking toward you, no shoes, and it's me
I'm a reminder of one bridge you've built
This effort the same as brick walls made of guilt

We span interlocked over oceans for miles
Stronger in steel when we reach during trials
Bent but not breaking, leaning but locked
Bolted in faith made of granite like rock

You are a thinker, musician, a muse
knowing that bridges or walls you must choose
Harvard night introspect, weighting the skies
burning Rachmaninoff tears in your eyes

In an instant you build the bridge, swallow the land
as you rise to your feet you hold onto my hand...

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Shadow Lights

  Shadow lights reflecting 
on the tattered fringe
of soul,
the shiny threads reminding me 
that yes,
I once was whole.
The  remnant of a garment
That they now use as a shroud
wrapped around the sad remains of 
one who once was proud.

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splitting up

  white hot brands 

of comet trails

     across the river

          cross the vale.........

  in your eyes I set my sails
away to Timbuctu,

on your lips I taste the sun
in Monico when day is done
and we are by the sea to run,

I know you see it too.

on your skin the sudden feel,
of fantasy and yet it's real
like fairy tears that all congeal

within the morning dew.

encapsulated in our sphere
somehow we live alone in here
in just one body ,
two are clear.

the best of me is you.

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Nobody drinks alone
Except when all alone
Toasting callous skies
Rubbing bloodshot eyes

Mumbled words of drag
Dreary days gone stag
Cursing at double doors
Calling hope a whore

Stumbling for a dance
Shots of circumstance
Falling to the floor
Spilling whiskey’s war

Sipping anguished age
Dregs of drunken rage
Spinning shards of glass
Cutting friends that pass

Emptied bottles of pain
Relics without refrain
Collecting broken lies 
Closing bloodshot eyes

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Today Is Not My Day

It's an awful morning I'd say 
And I am not feeling well at all today. 
Last night I went to bed a little late 
After I've done many things all day. 
I've read a few pages so glad to say 
I tried to keep my eyes open as I read, 
But after midnigth that was hard to do. 
My eyes refused to open as I prayed, 
Not even all that coffee kept me awake! 
Since my sleepy head never came to my aid, 
Angrily I had to put my book away, 
Till next day when I have more time ahead! 
I was so tired as I felt for many days, 
And today I am not better I'd say! 


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000


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Dead of the Dead

Solace lacks in the crimson night
Diabolical vindictiveness lessens the light
Drink up your absinthe and feed on unsheltered prey
Not to walk beneath unmarked shadows at day
Fearing the loneliness consuming your soul
As well, blood sinfully shed for sense of control
Courting dread mentally within your being
And loosing sight in what you are seeing
The corpse of the earth keeps proposition in sight
When you are walking alone in the dead of the night

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Letting Go

I’m starting to let go of the things I never thought I could
Forgetting about what used to matter and what I used to think was good

I’m forgetting the familiar faces, and the attachment I once had
It used to be that being without them always made me sad

And now I’m someone new, someone I barely know
Though it’s not the same as before, somehow I still continue to grow

Molded into a different person with different hopes and dreams,
Not as down as I should be, but not as happy as I may seem

I guess I’m just in transition from the life I had and the one I’m living
I’ve made my choice and if one day I try to make it back, I won’t expect You to be forgiving

I’m caught up in a world that you taught me never to go back to
But now the only return I fear is the journey back to you

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Love, Words And Writing

Such is when writing poetry--
We’re pretty willing to be free

And go to places, anywhere
All ‘cos beauty is out there

When, in haste, words do flow 
The mighty pen and paper glow 

O, we play with them, like love 
That comes like a haloed dove

We take the risk of being hurt--
The pain, hidden behind its skirt

That no one would like to have
What special is how we behave

In any given conditions or forms 
Against any unprecedented storms

We need to work our imagination
For enjoyment and self perfection

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Dreams Are Wishes

Dreams are wishes 

Made in your heart 

To reach for the stars 

And find their chart 

Every day dream 

Of all those things 

Your heart within sings 

Dazzled by their beam 

Never stop dreaming 

Never stop wishing 

These are gifts 

Don't let them drift! 

Sail this magical ship 

Don't let them ever slip! 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 


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the Blue Bliss Mirror

     the blue bliss mirror has my face
when i had a certain grace
has my jazzy smile and frown
when i was an awesome brown
has my golden eyes and brows
when i lived among the cows
   blue bliss mirror knows i'm real
knows exactly how i feel
really loves me,feels my pain
wants to see me love again
   blue bliss mirror still unbroken
filled with dreams,so real,unspoken
thankyou for your estimation
of my tragic situation
in your visage,i am fine
blue bliss mirror,friend of mine.

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I have no doubt that is a D-flat, he insists,
No, no, that is a C-sharp, she persists.

It is okay having a nuclear U.S. and Russia
but definitely not North Korea.

The world can live with a nuclear Pakistan
but obviously not Iran.

A rigid set of standards is applied to some
while exceptions are given to the other ones.

No wonder the world is such a mess! 

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Somedays Ludichka, Somedays...

Somedays I wear you in an opal ring
with gold and with fire devoid of it's sting.
Somedays I tuck you in pockets of wool
reminding me privately I'm but a girl.
Somedays I show everybody your smile
gregarious nature, impeccable style
Somedays I hide in a nocturne and sleep
(Those are the days when I can't help but weep)
Somedays the moment you left is quite clear
you without memory though physically near
Somedays that moment is blurred and erased
leaving me silent, dumb struck, and in haste
Somedays I miss you like half of me's left
I'm stuck with the other half, beauty bereft
and somedays I know that you still are my voice,
the whisper of conscience I chose as my choice.

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In the corners of my mind
Lives a creature of uncertain kind.
It guides my ever certain whims
And follows beats of perplexing hymns.
Sometimes it shouts, bellows and roars
Often with wings outstretched it soars
Gliding through my id and ego
Following shadow-like where I go.
Thoughts with constant and ebb and flow
Reaping what my hands have sown
Watching, leading, guiding through the unknown.
What is this being from within
That lights my path and shows me “when?”
I must confess I’d be a mess
If I didn’t have those little voices
Helping me to make my choices.
Better off than I’d be 
If my life was up to me.

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muzzle flash

it stayed in the chamber cause the safety was on
never ripping through the barrel, the target left unharmed
couldn't smell the sulphur or see the muzzle flash
you should have aimed more carefully if you wanted it to last

you got to feel the excitement of the live round in the chamber
standing in the little booth surrounded by the danger
you got to hear the click and the noise from those up close
but your aim was never good at what was next to you

the switch pulls in your target, without a single hit
nothing dead on center or even a near miss
you won't win a trophy or ever enjoy the prize
cause you were in a hurry and let it all speed by

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Good Or Bad


From daily living we all wanna a break 
Some relief!sometimes things are too much! 
We are thrown in a darkest pitch 
From where our bones soon start to creak! 


We are thrown in a darkest pitch 
From where our bones soon start to creak! 

The world in which we live turns so bleak 
At times, we make our way with a shriek 
Things in life we're expected just to seek 
It crosses our mind then to have a tiny sneak! 


We are thrown in a darkest pitch 
From where our bones soon start to creak! 

People want to be good or bad 
Sometimes both they wan'na be 
After all when having fun,nothing matter, 
They believe everything is valid, all in a day's pay! 


We are thrown in a darkest pitch 
From where our bones soon start to creak! 

We are thrown in a darkest pitch 
From where our bones soon start to creak! 

We are thrown in a darkest pitch 
From where our bones soon start to creak! 


Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000


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Found On My Shore

You washed up as a smooth white bone
of concave breadth and marble hone
You washed up when the tide was high
Held to my cheek to feel the sky
You dragged in with the silver tide
a secret to the waves confide
You lost me then inside your spell
I felt to faint, a bit unwell
You salted skin upon the beach
when you were there, within my reach
You played the waves to sweetly slip
in equilibrium to tip
You waited there to hear my name,
to soak the sand in pouring rain
You slept awhile until my hands
brushed off debris of golden sands
You washed up like a Grecian stone
when I was walking there alone
but now I'll throw you past the shore
You're not the treasure I'm searching for...

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has landed
in the middle of my mind,
it has caught me empty handed,
and I cannot seem to find,
aphrodisiacs to render
something fragrant for my soul,
something alien
has found me,
and I fear I am not whole!

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I'm a person too

  I'm a person two
she said
and flipped her hair
and turned her head
into someone
I don't know
this person two
has got to go.

 Person three 
is debonair,
he wears cool pomade
in his hair,
he doesn't work,
just lives to play,
he always knows just what
to say,
I think he lives
behind the door,
to Neverland,
with person four.

  Person four is still
a kid
he tries to fix the 
wrong you did,
he tells us all that we're 
he doesn't go outside to play,
he sits and draws
and writes his songs,
his body's weak,
his heart is strong.

Now we're all stuck
inside of you,
and you are not,
a person too.

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A River of Secrets

  Shed your silver plated skin,

old black river,where've you been?

over your cold shoulder,

heading to the sea,

don't you never, ever ,ever

even think of me?

I danced in your shallows,

on my moonlight wings,

skimming on the high notes

that a lover sings.

you can sail me off to heaven,

you can cast me off to hell,

but never let the children hear

the stories you could tell.

I'll write them down for strangers,

I'll whisper them to elves,

but God forbid,

the things we did,

should be known to ourselves.

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Alter Ego

   After euthanizing Nancy,
I decided to forget,
all about that being fancy
and I think that I should quit
formulating other faces
in this factory
of mind,
no , I can't be in four places,
I must leave it all behind,

 Yes my mentor told me Monday,
that this Sunday is the last,
anniversary of Done Day,
when I finished up the past,
threw away the key to making
molds of Mother and the guys,
though I have a way of baking 
up a batch of sweet surprise

Disconcerting things keep waking,
in the cottage in my head
Such a sweet world I was faking
but I can't live there instead,

someone needs to do the laundry,
feed the dog and bake the bread,
so I guess it's just a quandary,
who I'll be until I'm dead.

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Love and the River

  Darkling romance with the river I love
swim in a trance
with the stars in my glove
reflecting the visions of your 
gentle shores
when you wash me away
you know I love you more
More in the mirror
that shows me your name
wet on my mouth
meant to drive me insane
trembling moment
before life began
more than a woman
more than a man
more than the price I would
pay for my eyes
kiss me with moonbeams
a current of sighs.

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Someone Died Today

  That scary edge of angst
a cold wind blowing through your chest
bare limbs scratching at the window
strangers where your mother used to be
  Someone died today
"wait here!" you heard her say
"I'll be back and it's okay,
close the door ,don't go outside
someone's giving me a ride"
That was yesterday or more
anyway it was before
people came who had the key
they came inside and looked at me
  I ran and hid beneath the bed
the skinny woman turned and said
"leave her there ,for now at least,
she's always been a little beast."
  a spider crawled across my face
I breathed the dust that hung like lace
someone laughed and shut the door
I couldn't hear them anymore
  I knew she wasn't coming home
something cold and quite unknown
crept inside my soul just then
I never was that girl again
  The one who challenged every wave
the wretched sea of mankind gave
the girl who whistled in the dark
who skipped the stones in Central Park
  And she was right when I heard her say
truly,"Someone died today.".

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digging up the past

  under the pines we  dug deep down
to find our way to Shadow Town
the taste of fear was on my tongue
I tried to sing the song we sung
when slipping through the mystery 
last winter when you said we should
hide and seek the silver fox
the one that you kept in a box
beneath the ancient cuspidore
that grandma hid behind the door
 the smell of peppermint and wine
split the night and I was nine
you were ten or seventeen
or maybe somewhere in between
  we excavated thirty days
surrounded by a purple haze
that rose from egos torn apart 
we dug a hole in someone's heart
 who is it now?I heard you ask
who's interfering with our task?
your mother and the love you lost
we've broken down the walls  of frost
the Shadow Town is made of ice
we've cracked the shell,we've done it twice!
all is melting ,running wild!
I think you are an awful child
to dig and dig and cause such pain
now close this mess back up again
  those who live in Shadow Town 
prefer the cool dark underground
the light of day ,the burning rays
defrosting ,breaking down our ways
you'll show our neighbors,tell your friends
and this is how our secret ends
  so we can't dig here anymore
I think I'll just return to four
and y ougo back to six or five
and we'll just try to stay alive.

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Untitled #97 / Carsick

Carsick staring up at the sky
close the roof as the sun rolls by
my seatbelt is a gray tongue that licks me into my seat
I’m beat, I’m beat, I’m beat, I’m beat, I’m beat

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Coming Together

I feel God's presence and experience His love no matter how 
A single touch of His hand is more than enough 
I read God's word so I can really grow 
God teaches values and guides thru life and that's so 
He's always there for me when feeling sad and low 
All I have to do is to call upon His Holy name that's all I know 
Sometimes tribulations and problems seem to multiply and grow 
But I know God will just hold me all the way through. 

A single touch of His hand is more than enough 
So I fasten my eyes on the Lord as I go 
Feeling in my heart His divine love and that's so 
Life can be sweet and life at times can be sad and bad 
You know that life sucks sometimes and that people run mad 
Pain pierces your heart and love can be tough 
But the Word of God tells the truth and kicks Satan out 
Mistakes are made and life's key just turns rough 
I read God's Word so I can really grow 
And in my heart I feel God's love and that's truly so! 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 


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When I Look in the Mirror

Alarm clock rings the morning call
Upon my floor my feet now fall
I stretch and scratch my waking head
As I climb from my comfy bed.
I wander to my bedroom door
Stepping over clothes left on the floor
With eyes now open, in the mirror I see
Not the reflection I want, staring back at me.
The man in the mirror is just, but the skin
And everything else is so deep within.

So, if asked, “When I look in the mirror what do I see?”
I reply, “Just the body of the man that I know him to be.”
For the mirror can be cracked or even covered from view
Because, it is never the reflection that shows the real you. 

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puzzle pieces

  He poured out the shoebox
onto the floor
he said don't you worry
I have plenty more
  I know that you're in there
I've saved you for years
there's even a cannister
full of your tears
  you'll have to go through it
there's one special case
that's full of the pieces
for most of your face
  I knew you would wake up after a while
and wonder what feller
ran off with your smile
  I know that you threw all these pieces away
but I went through your garbage
and saved them to say
  there will come a time to put on your face
the one that the world sees
get out of this place
  This place of disaster
you've hunkered down in,
the hurricane's over
it's time to begin
  to clean up your act dear
now let's try our best
to pick out the pieces of you from the rest
  I just had to laugh at this crazy surprise!
there was my hearing,there were my eyes!
no wonder everything always was dead,
this guy had a box
with the rest of my head!
we sat down together to pick out the pieces
of sisters and brothers and uncles and nieces
and when we were finished
we had nothing new,
just the rest of old me
who still loves 
the old you.

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alone in your storm

   alone in your storm
won't you let me come in?
I brought an umbrella
I could be your friend

  I have a spare raincoat,
galoshes and all
we could hang out together
and watch the rain fall

  the weather around you
is sunny and mild
but raindrops have drowned you
since you were a child

  what once was a shower
is now a monsoon
you can't feel the sun
and you can't see the moon

  I know the wild wind wants 
to blow down your door
your heart took the blast
but it won't take much more

  a storm can be wonderful
exciting and strong
but not if it batters you all
your life long

  unbatten the hatches
a rainbow is rising
comeon out and see
it just might be surprising

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By All Counts, It Should Have Stormed Today.

The impending green sky before a storm
when the pressure is earsplitting, stretched out and long
is the hue you should catch in my eyes today
while I bristle and boulder these words away
The whistling of wind on the verge of a howl
when the tree tops are bowing and splitting the ground
is the sound you should hear when I hold my breath
while the lunacy sleeps deep inside your chest
The grumbling of thunder under your feet
when the oceans eat shore but want more to eat
is the feeling of knowledge, you should be aware
while the silence of wisdom is still in the air
The brooding of rain as the heavens fall
when the moment of tension becomes it all
is the warning of an oncoming, impending flood
while I breathe through the moment and calm my blood.

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Now And Then

I just love to read and write 
Pen my thoughts day and night. 
I just write what I like 
And now and then what I don't like. 

I thank all my readers too. 
Sometimes we share alike view. 
Your feedback is so encouraging 
My friends and poetry are such a blessing! 

Most of my readers seem to like me. 
Love what in my poetry I have to say. 
I write with all my heart on the golden sands 
Of time and I just hope that you understand. 

Readers ask me "please never stop writing!" 
Again I thank you for this asking. 
You're so kind for this requesting. 
And I never want to stop penning. 

I've met and made some good friends 
Some fine folks online I have befriend. 
All these people in the flesh I don't know. 
But in my heart I do and that's so. 

I thank all my dear readers and friends. 
Thanks for all the love to me you send. 
I appreciate so much all your support. 
All my friends are such a great sport! 

Readers tell me" never stop writing!" 
And I never want to cease penning. 
Most of my readers seem to like me. 
And knowing this makes me so happy! 

My gift of writing is such a blessing. 
And I will never stop writing. 
I thank you all my readers and friends. 
Thanks for all the love to me you send. 

I just love to read and write. 
Pen my thoughts day and night. 
Most of my readers seem to like me. 
And knowing this makes me so happy! 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 


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Night ..full with strange sounds
   where nervousness abounds

Night..fills the mind with scenes
   of imagined what-might-have-beens

Night..fills the empty heart
    loneliness ..lives apart

Night..when the clock ticks slow
   restlessness ebbs to ,then fro

Night..a time to sleep and pray
   for help to face another day

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Celebrating Rainbows

After a healthy downpour of rain, 
Side by side, always the same
Today or tomorrow, a simple bow
The signal of hope, sunshine must follow 
A destined bond, family tied
Silhouette of unity, predesigned
A joyous echo, long established norm
Classical collision, ensured, conformed

If each color grew tired of the next 
Would independence leave us perplexed
Lava lamp like, these morphing beams
The stuff that’s only seen in dreams
Nature’s fireworks, marvel at the sights
Curse the sun’s interference despite
the churning clouds that bring the scent 
of awaited drops that must descent 

Which would you then celebrate  more
Winter, long nights and stars galore
and rainy days, bountiful displays
or summer beaches and butterfly ways
The future may one day demonstrate 
Impacts of change from the current state
For now, uplifting, shoulder to shoulder
Beauty, simplified, in the eye of the beholder 

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Fear's Visit

Awoken from his midnight slumber
Fear sought a new soul to encumber

His victims he found far and wide
And never ever could they hide

Cowardice became their only friend
Until he led them to their end

Yet if they tried to be so bold
To throw off Fear’s constricting hold

Cowardice would no longer linger
They alone could lift Fear’s finger

Hurry along you mustn’t tarry
Unless you want to make him wary 

If you desire him to go awry
All you need is to catch his eye

And when you do you mustn’t blink
Do not waver do not think

Now tis time to do him in
Just laugh  and you will always win

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Age and Changes: A Poet's Reflection

Those shades of mediocrity have diminished fast with age
As older views, diminished hues, have provided a new stage
Upon the center portion, where now I make my stands
I stand so tall, despite it all, giving not to peer demands
For lying there within my soul, my person, my true being
A special one, endeared with sun, one that’s so worth seeing
For the importance of myself has escalated over time
Allowing me, to be set free and to live within my rhyme

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Rejoice For it's A New Day


All of sudden the day is ending again and the night approaches with giants steps to send this 
great world of ours,to a tender sleep, with her teasin' grin~ 
I open wide my arms welcoming her with a ready smile because I know that after this, 
another day will just begin~ 
Counting the hours I watch the clock sitting prettily by, staring always with its blank 
expression at me~ 
And little by little the second, minutes and hours tickled by me, reassuring me with her final 
breath till the end of another wonderful,God given day,which it for me has been, 
Moment by moment the day stretches more and then darkness starts to pour out moonlight 
and stars, bringing 
Closer and closer again another night, 
Yes the day is dying it is true but that only means that when the night expires too, we will see 
with great joy another one with the new sun light~ 
I then I can hear once again over and over the rustling sound of the dried leaves, being 
lullaby, by the wind all the way to the top of the trees~ 
And all the while I steal a glimpse to all the beauty of the bluest sky sprinkling again all its 
blessings to every single creature staring back at me~ 
Singing gloriously to God are the birds perched from tall trees as the butterflies happily 
flutter around with some dragonflies and bees too! 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 



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to live ,to die

  And all the yesterdays between

the things they say and what they mean,

The alcoholic happenstance

that makes you have to smile and dance
with drunkards on the tavern floor
from every week since you were four
to just tomorrow afternoon,

   Don't find me now ,I left too soon,
If I come back and I'm not hear
I don't know what I'll do my dear,

So break the mirror on the wall,
I can't respond,

the wake up call,
would only force me to exist,
and then I'd know
the fiends I've kissed,

and I would scream and run away,
to live to die another day.

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crisp and tart is the air
quickened paranoia like the rabbit n hare

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The things that time can do to me; so different am I now;
Time has put me on my knees; and left me asking how.

Long ago I took to flight; like a rocket to the sky;
Now death and caution holds me back; no longer do I fly.

The things that time has done to me; as I rehearse my closing act;
Today my future’s overshadowed; by the weight that’s on my back.

Too late to start all over; but it’s never time to quit;
It seems that all there is to do; is expend my comic whit.

The thing that time now does to me; leaves me wondering why;
Why is it when I call to it; options pass me by.

Desolation is not prevalent; escape can always come;
Even time might look away; it’s then I’ll break and run.

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Karmic Wheel

As the karmic wheel goes round and round,
tirelessly spinning up and spinning down...

   he who is up could lose his fortune tomorrow
   and he who is down is freed from his sorrow;

   today’s winner may end up as tomorrow’s loser
   just as today’s loser turns out next day's winner; 

   watch how fate answers some person's dreams
   while playing havoc with another man’s schemes;

   the same fellow you mocked like he was a clown
   you may meet on his way up as you crash down;

   there is no telling when the wheel stops to spin
   or just when it decides to turn once more again;
   so the best bet is to practice a little bit of humility
   for we can never tell what comes up the next day...

as the karmic wheel goes round and round,
endlessly spinning up and spinning down.

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It has been quite a while since I have opened my heart;

To feel these emotions just tears me apart;

I think I was a child, about nine years old;

When I closed my eyes as my heart turned cold;

I would tell you the reason if I really knew why;

I was not beaten, no one close to me died;

I hear how bad life was for the ones I hold close;

They tell me bad stories and tell me of their ghosts;

They don't understand why I need them at all;

They can't comprehend why I cry in the hall;

Well maybe it's time to tell you my ploy;

See, deep inside I'm still that nine-year-old boy;

I cry when I'm yelled at, I cry when I'm hurt;

I cry for attention when I feel just like dirt;

I watch other people and I know how to act;

I just keep moving forward and I never look back;

I get to the top and there is no place to go;

I didn't realize my life has been one giant show;

I don't know who I am now, and I can't find my reason;

I no longer belong here, it's no longer my season;

I don't have a calling, not anymore;

I'm still that little boy, trying to open the door.

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My Backs Against the Wall

The uncertainty of my future and the torture of my past 
has shrewn my confidence asunder and shakin up my cast
a closed door in every direction my walls are closing in so fast
I feel the longer this continues the shorter I will last

Lately failure descends upon everything I touch
someone please jumpstart my tenacity cause I swear that it wont budge

down with a society where no one can lend a helping hand
how can you crush the ground beneath me and expect for me to stand

No one see's what I can do all they see is what I've done
ever since my troubled youth they label me as a felon

how am I supposed to feed my family and stay out of jail
you won't even give me a chance but rather see me in a cell

there's no pride left within me on my face at night I fall
Im the one that allways said don't give in and stand tall
yet if something wasn't holding me up I would fall
you'd expect me to be thankfull for something to lean on but my back's against the Wall

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My window of hope remains constantly open
My window of dreams lies serenely atune
My window of happiness persistently stays
My window of peace lies entwined in a maze

My window of doubt lies under a cloud of grey
My window of fear renders me speechless
My window of failure makes me wonder of hope
My window of rejection is busy all day

My window of trepidation belies my hope
My window of anxiety belies my dreams
My window depression belies my happiness
My window of opression belies my peace

Oh but the wind beneath my sails continuously flies
Striving and strengthening as neverendingly it tries