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Soon to Be Poem of the Day

Soon To Be Poem of the Day
Or German Plane Accident Poem

A plane recently fell from high in the sky
Will we ever discover or know reason why?
What are the facts that are flight related?
And can all of this possibly be recreated?

There has been blowing a cool breeze
Over remains of bodies beneath the trees
Of all those precious ones they did adore
Never to be seen again or for evermore.

All of this had been very hard to bare
Charming ones who we loved and did care
For who we once held in our withering hand
And even a future with we had all planned.

God, what could have caused such a thing:
That to us so much misery started to bring
And a memorial wreath we now want to lay
As well as for them everyday we will pray.

What if some sad song we started to sing
About small birds who were taking wing
That for a while we faithfully waited
Found out their bodies were obliterated.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
My desire is for this poem to be Poetry
Soup Poem of the Day.


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Yesterday

Yesterday

Yesterday I forgot the shade of your eyes
I struggled to remember your touch
Today I forgot the sound of your voice 
Each day I don't miss you so much
In the end you only brought me sorrow
I wonder what I won't remember tomorrow


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The Withered Rose A Collaboration With Mike

The Withered Rose- A Collaboration With Mike

"The Withered Rose."

By,
Michael P. Clarke
&
Mary Jo Hoose


Within the heart the Rose it blooms eternal it shall grow,
Its nutrients the Love inside which does forever flow.

Teardrops they fall down upon the silken red Rose from gentle soft brown eyes,
As a Loving heart cries out for her true Love,without him it will wither and die. 

She looks out through blurry windows of tear stained eyes to Heavens of grey,
With broken heart, head in hand, bring my Love back to me again, she does pray.

Yet the Rose may wither yet it shall never die,
Heart's dreams may lie in sadness the Rose blood tears does cry.

Love is the eternal ever it has been our dream,
You are ever my love you are my joy supreme.

Yet sometimes in lonely sorrow my dream seems lost and frail,
My Rose-head in its sadness droops, it's leaves do drip and trail.

Lost and in such despair her tears fall like the downpour of rain,
Oh God please hear her prayers and take her from this pain.

Softly now place her kiss upon her true Loves lips and whisper in his ear,
'I Love You' my precious darlin' and know in your heart i forever hold you near. 

The withered Rose shall bloom again of that you can be sure,
For our Love it ever is and it shall ever endure.

Fear not my beloved my withered Rose shall once more bloom,
And i shall smile once more upon you our Love strong again so soon.

Although the rose may feel withered Know i shall always be there,
Through all your troubles and worries to show you tender care.


A Collaboration by Michael P. Clarke & Mary Jo Hoose

Thank you ever so much Mike for allowing me to join with you on this sad write of two hearts that come together as one with their love with your once again gentle words.Love always ...xxx


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The withered Rose - A Collaboration With Mary Jo

"The withered rose."
By,
Mary Jo Hoose.
&
Michael P Clarke.


Within the heart the Rose it blooms eternal it shall grow,
Its nutrients the Love inside which does forever flow.

Teardrops they fall down upon the silken red Rose from gentle soft brown eyes,
As a Loving heart cries out for her true Love,without him it will wither and die. 

She looks out through blurry windows of tear stained eyes to Heavens of grey,
With broken heart, head in hand, bring my Love back to me again, she does pray.

Yet the Rose may wither yet it shall never die,
Heart's dreams may lie in sadness the Rose blood tears does cry.

Love is the eternal ever it has been our dream,
You are ever my love you are my joy supreme.

Yet sometimes in lonely sorrow my dream seems lost and frail,
My Rose-head in its sadness droops, it's leaves do drip and trail.

Lost and in such despair her tears fall like the downpour of rain,
Oh God please hear her prayers and take her from this pain.

Softly now place her kiss upon her true Loves lips and whisper in his ear,
'I Love You' my precious darlin' and know in your heart i forever hold you near. 

The withered Rose shall bloom again of that you can be sure,
For our Love it ever is and it shall ever endure.

Fear not my beloved my withered Rose shall once more bloom,
And i shall smile once more upon you our Love strong again so soon.

Although the rose may feel withered Know i shall always be there,
Through all your troubles and worries to show you tender care.

A Collaboration by Mary Jo Hoose & Michael P Clarke.

My Kentucky Rose, your words brought tears from my eyes as i felt your emotions in this write, i feel your emotions in every write we do together. Two lost sheep finding a home in there words. Seriously though, i do thank you for once more mixing your words with mine in these couplets. The Rose may wither but it shall ever rise its head again. May your pen ever run gold Mary. 'Till the next write, Love always....MIKE. XXXX


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Battling Addiction

Give me vodka, give me rum
I love the feeling of being numb
Give me a glass of Hennessy
I don’t care, just give it all to me
Everything is getting blurry
Why am I so filled with fury?
Alcohol all day and night
The only thing that feels all right
Can’t live without a single sip
I need the taste right on my lip
I killed myself with a dreadful thought
I’m the thing I cursed and fought
Mirror told me all the truth
I saw myself, I saw my youth
I’m filled with sorrow, I’m driven mad
I am just like my dreadful dad
Can I stop it? I don’t know
Addiction throws me back and fro
Alcohol is my fire of lust
Burning me as if it must
Killing my innards, destroying my mind
All because life wasn’t kind
Trapping myself, now I want to break free
Could somebody ever rescue me?
I need to escape; escape this obsession
The hardest thing is fighting addiction
Stuck on a battlefield, this is a war
I’m falling apart; revealing the scars
Alcohol, deadly love, dark passion
I’m crying, raging and battling addiction
 


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Dismembered

I had a love, but it flew like a 
bird
out of the cage, but never 
heard.

I had a voice that spoke with 
tenderness,
rendered softly, but now I 
digress.       

I had a charm that melted like 
butter.
Now it's forming artery clutter.

I ballooned lungs, possessing 
your air,
but your absence left a 
pulmonary tear.

I had wide eyes endulged with 
beauty,
but they can't relay what a 
heart can see.    

I had a heart that beat like a 
drum,
but it's been chewed like shoe-
stuck gum.

I had honey dance in my 
playful mouth.
Now it's tasted onion, hard to 
brush out.

I had a belly that held 
butterflies.
Now they've come out like once 
hidden lies.

I had tickled ears filled with 
your melody.
They pranced like deer, into a tree.

I had pennies wasted on vain 
wishes.
Now they're poisoning the 
fishes 
   
I had a nose filled with rose's 
scent,
but it blew with the breeze, a 
memory spent.

I had smooth arms secure in 
your care.
Now they're free, yet lonely, 
bare.

I had soft hands, interlocked 
with yours.
Now they hold open their own 
doors.

I had silken legs you loved to 
caress.
I keep them neatly under my 
dress.

I had eyebrows raised with 
arousal.
Now they're abased, full of 
sorrow.

I had a smile, like a child's for 
cake.
I still wear one, but it's a fake.

I had instincts, but I let them 
go,
like a rambling tongue, for 
ego's show.    

I had a feeling this would end,
but remained devoted like an 
owing friend.

I had deep wounds, dripping 
with blood.
The stains are hidden under the 
rug.

I had regrets of the worst kind,
but I've released them, lost in 
time.

I had a self, differently sorted,
vibrantly alive, now aborted.


by Juliet Ligon
for Giorgio's "Favorite Poem" 
contest


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It's been a while

It's been a while and it seems like a lifetime
My memories of you starts to fade from time to time

It's been a while since the last time you said goodbye
But I didn't notice years are passing by

Though time runs so fast
I am still stuck in the past

It's been a while that you weren't here
I always feel that I am out of nowhere

It's been a while since you let go of me
Oh Why did you let go of me?

I keep asking this to myself
but even this question can't be answered by myself.

It's been a while since I start wondering who to blame
Such an action is  lame

It's been a while since my heart breaks
But still the pain is at peak

When are you coming back?
I know you are not coming back.

I know you will never see my smile
And hear me say, "Hey! It's been a while"


By: Doris Jamoner
Date: 05/15/2014


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Goodbye Granddad

Gravity pulls my tears into pools.
Im sinking in sorrow -emotional fuels. 

Just turn back the time, I just want a moment. 
To say goodbye once, to cherish and own it. 

I loved my granddad - a man more than great.
Paired with my Granny as the perfect mate. 

A montage of memories that rush my soul.
My eyes fill with tears, I'm losing control. 

Just keep it together, it's what he would want. 
They all say the same, but I stand in front. 

Happiness swells, yet sadness prevails.
Like Christ on the cross, with hands full of nails. 

Life has a reason, and death isn't treason.
-It's moving on up.. A lifetime's a season. 

I look to the sky and say my goodbye.
The time won't turn back, I gave it a try. 

I close my eyes and imagine this-
Paradise in a place full of bliss. 

World peace in a piece of the world.
Without loss and bombs never hurled. 

Snow that falls that doesn't freeze.
Sun that shines that doesn't cease. 

A land where "The forever" is real.
A scene where the sick always heal.

Life with infinite love, like gusts in the wind.
Two little doves, with eternities to spend. 

God has a plan, fool-proof to the core. 
Now Granddad's with him, a reward of much more. 

-Yours Truly


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My Perfect 10

If I picked my Valentine
she'd be a perfect 10.
She'd have blonde hair with highlites
and answer where and when.

She'd be a little shorter,
yet tall enough to kiss.
Her reach a little longer
to torture us in bliss.

Her shape would be the bomb.
As sexy as they come.
With hair up for the moment
I'd meet her at the prom.

She'd talk a little faster
with words I'd say are smart.
Yet keep me to attention
in hugs up to my heart.

A smile just like a lion.
Her face a source of pride.
One to show my mother.
And then to make my bride.

My Valentine was perfect
as I lost her way back then.
How was I to know that she
would find her perfect 10.


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Please Forgive Weakness It Makes Us Strong

So we all face the weepy songs, throat clogged
just because its blue month with the rain running down.

So our stomachs quiver and we can’t quite turn 
the doorknob, enter in to the late arrival complaints.

We forget them, next morning when the sun is strong
and our legs move us and our heart soars to sky.

And the breaking times, all alone, no one who understands
when nothing fits and we can’t figure out what went wrong,

we all have them sometime in our life, when our closest
teddy bear is a pillow smashed and covered with tears.

We set aside those memories, never going there again,
parent or child who died,  suicide on mind that we recognize

in seeing you and hold you against the time you will reject
because even when we forget, we remember, all the deaths

and paint them yellow, plant the daisies, turn on brass
joyous refrains because having endured, we are strong.


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When Love Does Not Spell Passion

The essence of the charcoaled clouds enwraps me in it's gloom.
While thoughts of slanted sunrays try to wrest me from this doom.

My baby said he loves me but he's just not in love.
And I am darkened with thoughts akin to the sky above.

Don't I deserve the magic that a stirred passion can render?
the melting of a fiery kiss that tastes so very tender?

Light in his eyes that looks like me ,my laugh sketched on his soul.
This is my most fervent wish, my ultimate love goal.

The man says we shall never marry, he's just not the kind
to settle down forever with no one else on his mind.

Sometime soon I'll fade away to a bleak but well known land
where I can grow old with myself  and invent lovers grand.

Until then I'll smile faintly and pretend all is well.
Until then I'll disappear into a sorrowful hell.


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A Torn Heart Lives On

Dark veil of devastation and pain
covers her soul,she breathes in vain.

For the love of her life has left her here
to view the world through eyes of fear.

There can be no solace nor hint of reason;
simply a heart that knows only treason.

Some say he will dwell in a better place
yet streaming tears burn into her face.

Taken too soon and harshly at that
he's finished at last his mortal combat.

On crystalline waters he steps to the sky
and no longer does he question why.

Yet clouds of anger and confusion
have smothered her in some illusion.

She traces the timbre of his voice
and knows she has to make a choice.

He's gone but never from her soul.
In time she'll leave this deep black hole.




On a personal note: my dearest friend of thirty years lost her husband today from pancreatic cancer...this was written- tearfully -for her.


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Beautiful Ghost

I feel such empathy when I look at you,
I see the pain you're going through,

I hardly know you, you hardly know me,
But we acknowledge each other silently,

Your face disgraces your usual smile,
And for a second I wish I could have it awhile,

The envied are so often the ones envying most,
The beautiful faces underneath, are the ghosts,

Scary, the masks we work hard to build,
Crumble like ruins of a wicked King's guild,

I hope all is well, that you'll be alright,
That sleep will come to you peacefully tonight,

And when life is cloudy, remember, dear one,
There are people around you to bring out the sun.


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Sister's Die

Under the hallow darkness of a November sky
Final grace came to her with one final sigh
Only the earthly robe is left now where she lie




"Project  U. F. O."     contest


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How Many Times

How many times does God forgive,
Again and again, please just live,
How many times, can you fall down,
Over and over, you’ll be found,
How many times will I just pray,
For all your pain to go away,

For you were once my dearest friend,
In my heart your presence ends.

How many days go quickly bye,
How many birds sing when they cry,
How many cherubs fight for you,
How many angels dance the blues,

How many demons tried to take,
How many stripes for our mistakes,
How many times could I confess,
I never loved you any less
I never loved you any less.


How many times does God forgive,
Again and again, please just live,
How many times, can you fall down
Over and over, you’ll be found’
how many times will I just pray,
for all your pain to go away,

For you were once my dearest friend,
In my heart your presence ends.


By: Sabina Nicole
Written: For DRS


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Darkness Sleeps

Single file in a row
bare feet freezing in the snow
in a pile, bodies burn
all wait fearfully for their turn
ash and smoke clog the air
ringing with screams of despair
moving closer to their end
their minds begin to slowly bend
the snow is stained with crimson red
drinking in the blood they've shed
in the trees, starved ravens wait
to feed on those who've met their fate
more bodies burn, the bells tolls on
the moon reveals a scarlet dawn
as all the corpses burn in heaps
just for now, the darkness sleeps

By Morgan Mise
Written December 3, 2012


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Darts

Drops of sweat slip from my furrowed brow
Eyes squint, select a number and let fly now

Miss again, a millimetre is a mile once more
Aimed for triple twenty, only got double four

The walk of shame, my oh so familiar friend
Silence broken, on alcohol I forever depend

The steel point of eyes bore into my neck
My opponent leaves me a juddering wreck

I lose the match; the wife won’t give me a kiss 
I wish I could have been anything else than this... 


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Things Should Have Been Different

You showed me you loved me, you showed me you cared, 
Touching moments we both did share.
I really wanted you to be so strong, 
I always hoped that you would do no wrong. 

But then you glanced at me with that evil stare,
Lashing out at me without a care. 
Like an executioner, you struck with all of your might, 
Trying to expunge all of your failures in life.   
  
I became a thing of ugliness and disgust in your view,
So the thick leather belt became your malevolent tool. 
I longed to go back to those tender moments we shared, 
But instead I hid in a corner, alone, ashamed and scared. 
  
I now know I did not deserve such days of torment, such days of fear, 
Things should have been different, our relationship more dear.
Today I am told I must forgive you, I must no longer fret, 
So now I forgive you, but I can never forget. 


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Invisible

Imperceptible, unnoticed, undetectable
Undetectable, indiscernible, indistinguishable
Every word that describes me and how I feel
Pokerfaced life that feels so unreal
Unloved, unnamed, and certainly unknown
Millions of emotions that will never be shown
All hide deep inside my skin
So I cut myself to show what’s within
But no one pays attention, maybe they’re too cheap
And now because of my uncertainties I will never get some sleep
Obscure, misjudged, mistaken
My heart is broke, my world is shaken
Misunderstood by everyone I know
So I don’t let my true colours show
I dim in the sun like a shadow in the light
Everything is so dark I don’t even know what’s bright
Where’s my self confidence, is it buried like my dreams?
Is it covered with my hopes and under my billion screams?
My terrible fate echoes in my head
No one hears my cries, I feel like one of the dead
I might as well be, but would the dead even see me
All of my friends were imaginary
And even they were a bit mean
I would do anything just to be seen
To be loved, understood, to be named something sweet
To come into the light and not to be trampled under everyone’s feet
But my wishes don’t get answered for no one would ever listen
If they even tried their hearts and eyes would glisten
I always heard that it’s better to be you
But the world will never care about something that is true




By: Julie Alcin 3/30/2013
How do I feel today contest


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Il Ne Suffit Pas

IL NE SUFFIT PAS  (IT IS NOT ENOUGH)


Il ne suffit pas de te pardonner.

     (It is not enough to forgive you)

Il ne suffit pas de me pardonner.

     (It is not enough to forgive me)

Parce que tu m’as trompé.

     (Because you cheated on me)

Parce que je t’ai trompé.

     (Because I cheated on you)

Tous les deux, nous nous sommes trompés.

     (Both of us, we made mistakes)

Alors, il faut se pardonner.

     (Therefore we must forgive each other)

 

Il ne suffit pas de t’excuser.

     (It is not enough to excuse you)

Il ne suffit pas de m’excuser.

     (It is not enough to excuse me)

Ça ne sert à rien de t’accuser.

     (It doesn't accomplish anything to accuse you)

Ça ne sert à rien de m’accuser.

      (It doesn't accomplish anything to accuse me)

Il y a de quoi de nous accuser.

      (There is reason to accuse us both)

Ça vaut mieux de nous excuser.

      (It's better to excuse us both)

 

Il ne suffit pas de dire «je t’aime».

     (It's not enough to say "I love you")

Il ne suffit pas de dire «tu m’aimes».

     (It's not enough to say "you love me")

Il faut continuer de se pardonner

      (We must continue to forgive each other)

Et s’empêcher de s’accuser.

      (And restrain ourselves from accusing each other)

Tous les deux, nous nous sommes trompés.

      (Both of us, we made mistakes)

Mais quand même il faut qu’on s’aime.

       (However, we must love each other)


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Painful Fate

Pain splatters teardrops on my brain
No wonder why I’m soaking from misery’s rain
I tried to comfort her and take her under my wing
But every time we talked her words left a burning sting
So I put a pillow over her head
Wishing and waiting for her to be dead
But instead she slapped me into confusion
Is my life real or not? A question that gives me frustration
So I used to hurt myself to know what’s real
I couldn’t even trust the way I feel
And the only feelings that I had are the ones I didn’t want
Like nightmares and relationships; and all the others that shall always taunt
I wanted to drink until I got severely drunk
Maybe that would get me out of this funk
But then I said no; I’m too afraid to be my father
Imagine everyone telling you that you’ll be just like that monster
I’ve been told that like a million times
And I felt like if I was slapped by billions of extremely sour limes
Words that almost made me commit suicide
Everything that broke me and made me fall
Yet didn’t kill me didn’t make me stronger at all
Why do people say things that make no sense?
Are they all lies or is my life just a bit intense
Why would I want to hear that I would be abusing
Backstabbing and abandoning everyone I’m supposed to be loving
And worst of all I look just like the monster that I hate
So I despise myself and my devastating fate
Because from the pain I cannot hide
I would rather put a gun to my head and pull the trigger
And hear my heartbeat quickly get bigger
Fall to my knees and say goodbye
And let my last tears fall from my eyes


Written under the influence of anger and depression


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MY COMPLAINTS AGAINST GOD

As far as I remember...
Even in the depth of my slumber....
I have not done any blatant blunder...
Then why I'm I made to suffer....I wonder...!

I acted with an honest heart...
Tearing all the vices apart...
I tried that no one was ever hurt...
Shunning all curses & words that are curt...!

But what have I received in return....
Only pain & travails of a peculiar pattern..
Squeezed by friends....distorted by kin....
Behind the apparent indifference,I am shattered within....!

O God....if you are truly there....
To survey that everything is fine & fair....
Let me ask although I'm a mere human being....
Just give me a reason for my suffering....!


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How I Tried On Valentine's

How I tried on Valentine's
all over the many years.
I've lost all of my Valentine's
and most of them in tears.

How I tried on Valentine's
to find my merry mate.
Working through the ugly
and possible first-rate.

How I tried on Valentine's
Forgetting all my failures.
Moving to the next one
oblivious of the bailers.

How I tried on Valentine's
to settle for much less.
Hoping that the next one
Would change and reassess.

How I tried on Valentine's
to go the other way.
Hoping that they'd chase me
finding me as clay.

How I tried on Valentine's
to say what's on my mind.
Shouting out my arrogants
and baiting the wrong kind.

How I tried on Valentine's
to make a friend at first.
Only to be shunned again
by girls who want you worst.

How I tried on Valentine's
to wait for the right time.
Left to find my girl
on another's dime.

How I tried on Valentine's
to spin a small milk bottle.
Landing on a stranger
foreign without throttle.

How I tried on Valentine's
to meet up with a bore.
When all she kept on talking 'bout
was nothing and no more.

How I tried on Valentine's
coveting one man's wife.
Only to release her
sharing in man's strife.

How I tried on Valentine's
Loving her full body.
Finding that she had no mind
and wished she had a hobby.

How I tried on Valentine's
Waiting to make love.
Ending up with others
When push came into shove.

How I tried on Valentine's
Seeking out a hottie.
Making me a sickly boy
who's doctor now called naughty.

How I tried on Valentine's
Expecting an easy date.
Getting just the opposite
but figuring it too late.

How I tried on Valentine's
Jailbait in short skirts.
Quick to kiss what doesn't last
and limits to their flirts.

How I tried on Valentine's
making the first move.
Only to find I'm ignored
for others in her grove.

How I tried on Valentine's
forcing my own way.
Told by a cold shoulder
How I could not stay.

How I tried on Valentine's
two instead of one
Only to be shot down
and told that I am done.

How I tried on Valentine's
Perfect to a tee.
Wanting only to be seen
in a bar as fee.

How I tried on Valentine's
Cautious and carefree.
Never knew what she was thinking
or who was bird or bee.

How I tried on Valentine's
remembering what I've learned.
Speaking words of wisdom
and loves that have been spurned.


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Julie

There was a girl that no-one knew her name
Everybody took for a silly little game

Every day she was crying
Every day she was lying

Until one day, she found a place to hide
And then she tried to commit suicide

But she was saved by someone very nice
But then tried to do it twice

But the second time she was afraid to do it again
So she started to get rid of her hate and pain

After a few days, she was strong and happy
That girl was I and my name is Julie

Now she doesn’t forget her powerful beauty                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Lives every day knowing that she’s lovely

Not worrying about what people say                                                                                                                   For great things were made from muddiest clay

Holds in her heart her power which is love                                                                                                         For she was made from the Creator above

She doesn’t try to be somebody that you’re not                                                                                                                  She learned to be content and appreciate what you’ve got

She doesn’t forget whom she’s meant to be                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Never giving up she stays as bold as the sea
 


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BROKEN

When I was broken & battered...
& the whole of me was totally shattered...
I discovered what I was truly made of...
I came across each of my component stuff...
A little blood,a little clay...
A little sense & a little play...
A little logic mingled with a little fun...
A little darkness carried in a little Sun :
Like signs of science,everything was clear...
I recognized myself fully,I swear !

Particles of my broken spirit...
Showed the glimpses of the things in it...
After it dispersed here & there...
A little courage held in a little fear...
A little life arrested in the bottle of death...
A thousand doubts heaped over a trickle of faith...
Only when I was disintegrated in totality...
I got to know the glimpses of my identity!


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Melancholic evenings

With evening comes melancholy , barefoot and unannounced ; cloaked in a reddish yellow tinge of dawn. It snatches away all mirth and stares at you while you sulk and frown.

Permeating your heart , like in winters through the trees you see the mist seep , until from every corner of your mind the old memories creep.

It keeps record of everything you best thought to forget , opening one after another like chapters in a booklet.

Bringing you the best ones first , the moments that make you smile with joy ; not knowing it's your enemy in guise you give in to it's deceitful ploy.

And soon it makes you realize that the people you love have gone , you can see them no more. You tell everybody how they still carry on living in your heart while in truth there is nothing but a sore. 

The ones who are living are not the same anymore ; unfortunately the moments spent with them are etched in your heart like an old folklore.


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Il Fiore Della Bruma P2

Bright Lotus of the lily pad
Let it be known who fears the fall
You who all would uphold in slumber
Blind to a gaze refrained or stalled.
Amongst this lonely block of figures and sand
And thick, heated lines
You glide across water in whispers;
The divine scope of earthly kind.
You I had watched from this embankment
For days on end without question or hope
Enskied before me as light azure
Cool dream where pond turns to rivers slow.

Bright Lotus of the lily pad
Let it be known who fears the fall,
For at once you grip to the shadow’s hand
And draw through paths by the tone of his call.
He who is half in love with easeful death
Holds you like an ancient coin,
And raises glass above your breath
When markets make themselves purloin.

Bright Lotus of the lily pad
I cry for you cannot see the same,
Gaily look upon the water still
At once your face would seem to change.
And I cry out bright Lotus
Let it be known that you fear the fall,
For you run from reason and hide away
Clinging to the shadow’s pall.


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Freedom was always calling - A Poet's Prison Memoir

Throughout the years of bars and fences, several things kept me from falling
My Faith in God, My Mom, My Writing...and, that Freedom Was Always Calling
The nightmare started in "93", shipped off to do a second bid
I knew my mother was hurting deeply from all of the pain her silence hid
Downstate was another dagger, the lonely days, the nights, the "Draft"
In times of peace the seagulls shrieking...and, I could have sworn at me they laughed
Then came Green Haven/the pain continued; those forty months in just a cell
Abundant vermin, to live determined...where most Co's were scarred as well
College courses would keep me focused, mixing with others who sought degrees
To be well rounded my reading varied from Og Mandino to Sophocles 
All was good, then times grew darker, by "95" my health had waned
Some forsook me while others wondered how my Trust in God remained
On bended knees I prayed this daily..."Not my will be done, but thine"
Then I was showed One set of "Footprints" which I knew could not be mine
Deliverance came, yes things got better; I thought my sorrows were finally gone
Until I left to live in Fishkill, which in truth was Matteawan 
Intellectually I was their equal, they had no choice, but to grin and bear it
For, I knew their books, their words, their history...and many things deemed esoteric
Bogus tickets, the box, harassment, they thought I'd fold from all the stress
Still, what would I be if I didn't suffer?...a spineless man who acquiesced 
People have asked me how I survived it, a prison life sometimes appalling
I inhaled deeply, and finally told them...That Freedom Was Always Calling


Freedom Was Always Calling by Poetiq1der aka Don Simmons


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THE THIRD COMING

The first duo 
The candidate we can trust

Manifesto reads 
War against corruption 

The second duo
The best man for the jobs

Manifesto reads
The rule of law prevails 

The apex of the duo 
 The life shortened

The good interred 
With his bones 

Emerged from the interred 
 Bones of the second goods 

The third duo 
Manifesto wears 

Re branding Nigeria and Nigerians 
Witnessing is dislocation 

Witnessing is development 
Of predators

Maimings and murders 
Here and there 

The predators 
Is a celebrated gladiators

The manifesto 
Is like glint 

Let there be 
Food on the table,

Sleepiest sleepyhead,
Foundation of a state 

Engaged youths  
Re brand served and serving Nigerians 
 

 


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images of the dead

images I see that really be,like coal burning in my soul.red and hot like it's boiling my skin it quits then I see it again.images burning inside my head sometimes i'd rather be dead.where is my friend who believes me about what I sometimes see in my mind thank god it don't happen all the time.my body it is wore too the bone my throat it only sings bitter songs.all my people they have turned on me for I never see lifes harmony.soon more people shall start cry as in my head more do die.now some say i'm crazy and it's all in my head but I see people when they are dead.dreaming about how they died leaves me feeling empty on the inside.images of death in my dreams then I see their spirit in front of me driving me too insainity please god set me free!