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Details | Free verse | |

Things That Seemed Poetic

Things that seemed poetic were always sad,
though I yearned for sparkle
and my dad's guffaw, which never came.
Familiar things were always drear --
repeated motions in the same old game.
There were only distant glimpses
of budding spring, fleeting views
of daffodils. The strongest
poems dealt me death and dying.
Yet I always hoped, never went under
to gray despair, always dreaming
of a garden of love that we could share.
But those forbidden delights faded
quickly away; the only reality
I understand is the ever-looming
and final one. Nothing's changed.
The strongest poems deal death and dying.


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Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found


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Angels Above

Angels Above
A. W. Nutter

At fifteen, I was to young to become a father
At fourteen, she didn’t need to be a mother
We were old enough to have sexual relations
Unable to understand the implications

We cried out in anguish to the angels above
Pleading for their mercy and their love

Parents abusing us for this sinful union
Adolescents fearful and full of confusion
Not able to cope with the adult pressure
The mothers young body goes into labor

We cried out in anguish to the angels above
Pleading for their mercy and their love

My son struggled between life and death
I held his hand as he took his last breath
From my hands his little body was pried
The tears falling like rain from my eyes

We cried out in anguish to the angels above
Pleading for their mercy and their love.

Occasionally the mother and my path will cross
Seldom do we mention or discuss our loss
But every year at nine, on the sixteenth of May
We both agreed, to light a candle and silently pray

To the angels watching from heaven above
 Shower our son with mercy, show him your love



Details | Ballad | |

Disturbed Child

That disturbed child
The teen girl with no friends, 
and is rejected by her loved ones
She feels broken inside,
like theres no other choice
She takes the iron razor, 
she puts it to her arm and hopes the pain will fade,
but in the end it only makes her feel worse
She does this to herself not because she is sad, 
but because she doesn't think any one cares
She thinks 
What if I put this razor to my throat,
and ended my life
Would they care then?
She feels like no one cares 
What she doesn't realize is, 
if she died a river of tears would come,
even faster then the blood would run from her
If she only knew life can be brighter 
If she would only see, 
that she is loved
That disturbed child, 
We miss her
and theres no getting her back
What could we have done
Was there any changing her mind
Only God knows


Details | Quatrain | |

The Whispered Song

The warrior lays her weary head, 
With heavy heart she cannot bear, 
Burning tears stream down her face, 
As whispered memories touch the ear.

Her armour tarnished by remorse, 
Her battle-cry a wimpered row, 
Her wounds, of which bleed solitude, 
Will never know forgiveness now.

The song began two score ago, 
When two came knocking at her door, 
In need of refuge from the world, 
Of that, and love, and little more.

Forced to fight for every smile, 
Her only solace found in song, 
She longed for love to rescue her, 
And plant her where she could belong.

Jealous tongues are seldom kind, 
Self-seeking hearts know nought of love, 
The caged canary only sings, 
When coaxed to praise from up above.

For the steely spine that now I own, 
Forever shall I grateful be, 
A gift from her, and from her own. 
Courage mounted inwardly.

I'll not forget how I have loved thee, 
And youthful memories I will prize, 
Til on the shore of His forgiveness, 
Whereto now, we both shall rise.



Details | Sonnet | |

Choices, Voices and Bad Company

Choices, Voices and Bad Company

Bang , bang , gunshots in heated night air sang 
jump back , be careful where you nightly hang
Fun, fun , going where the night action stays
danger waits hidden when nights replace days!

Kick it, kick it, time to chase the gals
beware safety gone if you hang with pals
So carry a shooter , step up your game
name in the paper soon may be your fame!

Hold on, hold on, your future life has game
you grab future rejecting drugs so lame
Stand up , a man that carries his own weight
yield not to greed, lust and all useless hate!

Live on, living to find your star and shine
Live on, love in life ,  love so very fine!

Robert J. Lindley  08-24-2014

Note: A sonnet that presents today's life choices are 
often far more serious when made than young
people can realise. Seeking action and thrills 
always come with a cost. Quite often a deadly cost!
Don't freely decide to get yourself so lost!
Been there, down that, long ago..


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Bouncebackability

Born I was, still alive today, down, but I'll be back to say Even at a small age, when our house burnt to the ground Disorientated, confused, in it's smoke filled surround With no other place to go, to a Caravan we called our home It was the events after this, that allowed my mind to roam Little me playing in a field, on a broken bottle I fell Crimson fountains erupted, I survived, as I'm here to tell That Monday night so special, Boys Brigade we headed to be I tried to run faster, but my brother was faster than me Out of the opening he went, boy running, was he skilled He was there, but gone the next, knocked down, my brother killed My mind now in roam and wander, fathers health started to slide Where does a seven year old turn to, to whom does he confide Pillar to post I headed, fostered out, and to children's homes Six years later many more tears, my father in deathly roam To my father I kept my promise, to the Royal Navy I would go Whilst training, caught under a raft, my life nearing slow Pulled from the water was I, nearly drained of what little I had A release of water, a gasp of air, hours later feeling so glad Eventually what I'd always wanted, to be happy and family be Married to the girl whom I'd know, would love to marry me But to a colleague I'd declared my worries, of a phone call I'd take For History would repeat itself, to awaken to a possible wake That call finally arrived, to the telephone, speaking to my eldest son Liam his younger brother, knocked down, my tears in run I'm blessed that he was saved, which cancelled out that call I only wish that technology was, that I'd have a firewall This is me up to date, apart this last weekend Again I thought I lost my youngest, once again relieved of strain Hours up at the Hospital, the first human skull I've seen A serious cut to his head, but what it could have been This my life's chapter, around the corner we never know But all I can say to the above, around me continues to glow .


Details | Rhyme | |

Pain

Pain is all I feel in my life, 
For example, like being cut with a knife.
Since I was born,
Pain is all that’s come to me.
I don’t understand,
So I ask just one question, Lord Why Me?
I’ve been hurt in many ways,
And no one cares they just want to get paid.
Why does money have to cause so much pain?
So much pain, that I cry more than it rains.
Pain is what my heart is mostly full of,
Cause no one cares, but the man above.


Details | Couplet | |

A Child's View of Death

A Child’s View of Death

People say now that Grandpa was thin
But he had plump cheeks; cancer had set in 

Each Sunday penny candy in my hand he’d place
And with rugged hands he’d embrace my face

To an impetuous toddler, his cigars smelled foul
But I don’t remember him ever sporting a scowl

On the way to mass my hand he’d squeeze
And no one ever mentioned his disease

But I’ll not forget the way mama cried
When she hugged me and said Grandpa had died

Though yellow tulips bloomed outside
I entered that parlor where emotions ran high

Grandpa looked peaceful, like he was asleep
I walked softly toward him, not making a peep

Where was that smile I’d come to expect
Not one movement could I detect

It can cause harm taking preschoolers to funerals
Death viewings can be the most frightening rituals

Fear lingered for months as I dreamt of him
Lying in a coffin, his skin cold and face grim

Children should remember those who have passed
Alive and happy, the way they’d seen them last

A fear of death plagued me for many years
I couldn’t accept that good people disappear

From our lives, to be buried in the ground
In thoughts of this loss, my spirits drowned

It wasn’t till later I realized the eternal life of souls
And that in both forms of life, we each have our roles

Be sure to tell little ones of God’s special home
And how our deceased loved ones sit by His throne

In coming to terms with this revelation
I learned to see death as a new life’s creation



*For Lay's "Darkest Childhood Memory" Challenge


Details | Free verse | |

My Micke boys

                To be called ..
            ~   Grandma is a Honor ~

        I have been blessed with 4  Grandchildren

       ~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb "  He is God's Angel ~
   ~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~

     For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
       he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
      ~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
 
              Time passed another gift to see
               we are " Mickes" and Loved 
            Our Dad held the title in Baseball 
                   ~  that's how we roll ~
           those children are Grandmas hero's 

       The Irish they love big and Family is everything 
        The brothers will protect the beautiful sister 
              ~ as many lads will be calling ~

        Every time my Grandson hits a home run
     There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand 

       It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs 
           ~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
     either baseball or Art  ~ you shall find your gift given

                These children have been blessed~
                 ~  a beauty to hard to describe 
        If you think not ~~  Take a look at the Mom  
                     That girl can stop Traffic   
                    after raising three and still~ 

          "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "

     May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell


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Pins and Needles

Another song written in middle school - edited of course. ;)
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[Verse 1] I'm trapped within these walls Never to leave at all I am the prisoner inside my own home My spirit is broken I do not believe I'm locked in this chamber which I cannot leave [Chorus] The needles that break the skin The anger that runs within I’m giving it all away Just to stay alive The needles that pierce my veins It will never be the same We’re on pins and needles now It’s how we survive [Verse 2] They say he’ll find me soon Got to get out of this room The blood will spill and he’ll take what he wants to I’ll never let him through GET OUT OF MY DREAM He whispers in darkness, “I’m not who I seem…” [Chorus] [Verse 3] The four walls around me They start to close in I know I’m too late now I know I can’t win So just tell me I’m crazy It’s all in my head You’re not the killer And I am not dead [Chorus] [Breakthrough] Don’t tell me it’s impossible To start it all over again Infection sinks through your pale skin You’ll curse the day that I’m dead [Chorus]


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Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 


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Tombstones & Teacups

Death belies the darkness summoned,
tombstone-colored is the sky,
shards of memories merely fragments,
wailing wind the sole reply.

Violent storm winds strip the tree limbs
like a poltergeist, unseen,
tawdry feeders, heavy wind chimes,
beat against the window screens.

Waiting for the glass to shatter,
like so many childhood dreams,
china teacups, rosebud patterned
in the dustpan, unredeemed.


© 2009 Danielle White


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Abigail

Fleeting And With Vague Reference To Memory, Her Vision

Ruptures and Blurs: All The Lines Seamlessly Creasing 

Onto One And Other. The Air Tastes So Much Sweeter When

Machines Pump the Air In And Out For You.


                                - Don't Even Have To Remember To Breathe -


Tedium Enslaves The Mindset, and Causes The Irrational To

Hemorrhage Fourth, Displacing Any Emotional Grounding, And

Eradicating Any Sense of a Self Obtained Freedom


                                  - Sleep My Sweet... Sleep -


Twisted Metal Splayed Across The Concrete, The Haunting

Horrific Sound of Sparks Generated By The Rapid Deceleration.

Only The Front Seats Remained Intact As The Frames Crumpled 

Under The Tremendous Pressure. The Dread Comes Before The

Gripping Fear, The Acknowledgement of Impact Forces The 

Hands To Curl Up Into Fists and Squeezes The Sweat from 

Tightening Palms. Time Rushes To a Stop, and The High Pitched

Screams, Become Disturbingly Deep Rumbles.


                                     - It Hit The Back Harder -


Onset Bewilderment as a Result of the Fear. She Moves Her Hand

From The Bed, and Touches The Skin On Her Dads Wrist.


                                      - He Stokes Her Hand Gently With His Thumb -


"Abigail" He Whispers, His Cheeks Stained With The Inevitability.


                                       - His Hope For Her Had Withered  -


Destiny is The Harshest Mediator of Time and Regret,

Yet It Presented Her With No Answers. She Struggles

Intricately For The Reasoning of The Event,

Never Fully Understanding Where She Was 

Going, And Why She Was Going Alone.


                                        - Her Words Stifled By Mucus -


Caressing Her Head and Stroking Her Hair,

He Let The Warm Liquid Stream Down His Face.

It Made Snail Silver Lines When Reflected

Light Shimmered Through It. He Held Tight,

Delicately Supporting Her Neck.


                                         -  And Laying Her Down -

                                                         - He Kisses Her Forehead -

                                                                       - "Goodbye My Sweet" -


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In Her Fathers Arms

The evening star glowing in a dust choked sky. A girl stands by a window, with a tear in her eye. She stares at the scene, hardly visible through the grime. She whispers in the wind, “Bring my Dad home this time” She opens the window, and climbs outside, Having a flashlight, in her hand, as her guide. Its glow shows the sides of the street. She’s afraid for what the light will meet Bodies piled everywhere she turns, She wants to go home, and never return. What brought this fate upon her town? All her emotions are stripped and torn down. A frightening sound explodes in her ear. Shadows in the road now appear. She run and hides behind a broken wall Praying to god the rest doesn’t fall. Footsteps coming closer to her She can’t tell who because it’s all a blur She backs away further so not to be seen in light, Quieting her heart pounding from fright. Gun shots and screams fill the air, All these sounds, her ears couldn’t bear. A slight whimper slips from her lips, And over the broken stone she trips. The shadows run closer, showering her heart with fear, She wishes they would just disappear. They pass by her; she fills with delight, She just wants to see her dad tonight. She shines the light, to show her place, And to the shine comes a familiar face. She doesn’t understand who’s to blame Because on the tag shows her father’s name. She holds in her tears and refrains from crying. She falls to the ground where her dad was lying. She lifts his arm and buries her face in his chest. She closes her eyes wanting to forget the rest. The shadows emerge yet she doesn’t see, How close the end for her would be. They look down at her, aim, shoot, and fire. Being with her dad is her only desire. The night had ended causing a little girl harm But she took her last breath, in her father’s arms.


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The Body and the Blood

Birthed in pain and blood, women
have bled since the dawn of time.
Before Eve,
before the Israelites, 
before and since the Vatican’s conclave 
where the contents of the New Testament were gleaned,
and where it was decided by male interpretation 
of male writings that ...
we, women were the source -
the source of sin, an anathema,
not the source of all knowledge, of life.

We are the source.
Blood is the source of life, 
within the sea of We
well before the Holy See.
Left behind as man progresses.
Left, as he searches for more fecund delta’s
first in Eden, and ever after…
Left behind to starve by those our bodies’ placentas
and breasts have fed till barren,
corseted by the precepts of phallic culture.
One jealous, womb-less, foodless, birth- less,
male oriented culture after another;
from Adam to Moses to Mohammad to Confucius,
to Luther, and Pope Benedict XVI.

Left behind as “society” peaks, 
remnants, objectified,
property born, chattel formed.
Left behind, the arch scroungers, at the empty tit of man.
behind the door, the desk, in the kitchen,
the bedroom 
or the veil.

Women starve so their children can eat,
holding each ember of life, full or lifeless.

Sigils of the dawn, we were 
born in blood,
bathed in injustice 
shunted to the hardest paths
Hungry, we feed you.
Cold we clothe you.
We are the eternal water 
in the well of your existence.
You bleed us to death, Mankind ...





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After the fall

Quite frankly, I don't remember at all
You see I was quite young when I took my first fall.
Don't know which parent was there to catch me
Or how hard the decision was to stand back and let me. 
Did I topple forward or backward, or who made the call. 
And who scooped me up crying
After the fall.
I can't remember the joy of first letting go
And taking that step without holding on. 
Groping my way forward
Leaning against the wall
I got back up 
After the fall.
As the Earth spun the years flew by so fast
At 17 I finally knew everything at last!!
Unexpectedly, I fell once again,
Head over heels this time 
And out on a limb.
I was so sure of that bet
I gambled it all
Heart bruised abused and then broken
After that fall.
And then I broke my own promise 
To not love again.
Hungry for life
I gambled to win.
Life is a theatre of first steps first 
A one act play with no time to rehearse.
Co starring in roles
Cast without planning.
"Never more" echoes 
The raven still chanting.
Undaunted unwilling
To let darkness win all
Trusting Father to be there
After the fall.
Then the day came
When I had a son
To let him learn the word hot And hope he'd not run,
Would he still love me
Or trust me at all
When I pulled my hand back
And allowed him to fall?
And knowing I'd be there again
To help him to stand
And knowing he might never walk
If I didn't let go of his hand
And hoping he didn't revert back to a crawl
When I let go of his hand
And allowed him to fall.
As the earth kept on turning
My heart kept yearning
My son now a man
Living and learning.
He hasn't held my hand now in a very long time
The cats in the cradle slowly plays in the back of my mind.
I looked in the mirror today
And noticed my dad.
And remembered a talk that we'd never had.
Remembering how he seemed towering and tall 
And was there every time 
After each fall.
I lose my balance these days now and again
My steps aren't as sure
As they once might have been. 
In the winter of life now
I feel so small
And wonder who'll catch me
If I take a fall. 
I suppose I'll just have to trust Father
With both great things and small 
To pick me up on the other side
When I take my last fall.


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Only God Can Answer

When I was very young, 
Dad and I would fly my kite.
So one day I finally asked him, 
"how does God make wind and light?"
"Only God can answer that."
He told me with a smile.
"So ask him when you get there!"
I nodded, then played a while.
When we first turned sixteen, 
my best friend got a brand new car.
We had plans for Friday night, 
but Wednesday, she didn't get far.
I cried when I hung up the phone, 
"Daddy! Why my best friend?"
He came and sat down on my bed, 
as we talked about the end. 
"Only God can answer that."
He told me with a smile.
"So ask him when you get there."
Then I laid and cried a while.
Further down the road, 
I stood dressed up in white.
The night that I'd been waiting for, 
I'd found my Mr. Right!
I asked, "Daddy why am I so blessed?
I seem to have it all!
When some just have no luck, 
they don't have much at all."
"Only God can answer that."
He told me with a smile.
"So ask him when you get there."
Then he walked me down the aisle.
Then thirty years flew by.
Two jobs, Dad's cancer, and my baby.
and Daddy's time grew shorter, 
and every day became a maybe. 
Then sadly the Dr. said "its time to say goodbye "
and by his bed I stood.
I just couldn't believe it, 
that he'd be gone for good.
"Daddy why do you have to go?"
I asked him as I sobbed.
I knew it was his time, 
but still, my heart felt robbed. 
"I'll ask him when I get there..."
he told me with a smile.
"If I even care! I'll meet Jesus in a while!
I know you think that this will hurt you, 
but these days are grains of sand, 
and heaven is the Ocean!
We'll be together once again."


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Normal To Me

This isn't just a poem This isn't just another emotion This is me, these are my thoughts The Imagery is my sight, And The Allegories are my Life I'm lonely, There is just me But there's so many people around but no one can hear my loudest screams Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me I'm torn, I'm Cut Part of my heart stabbed, and then taken from me The Search for my innocence, Is like a moa hunt Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me Laughing and Jokes all directed towards me Just to Hurt me Cover all of the Halls "Fag, Emo, Queer" Words I too often know Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me Curling her hair putting on her makeup "You're worthless and nothing to Me" Says the so-called all-loving-one As she screams: "Why am I not Pretty" Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me This is not just a poem not just some words my pen cries with each words But this is Just a Glimpse Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me


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Entwinement

Bleeding around me are empty faces
Sad, drooping spaces, crumpled places
Melancholy for the light of new places
Stuck in time, frozen in time
The pangs of lonesome fill their sagging hearts
Frowning forever, frowning forever
Let me stare blankly at the stained wall
Nothing at all…nothing at all

The mind is a scary place 
The mind is a distraction
From the reality ever binding
Curbing every reaction
The mind is overwhelming
The mind is oh so sad
When we turn to larvae and graves
It’s an never-ending...
Entwinement 

Found myself looking through the tiny hole in the wall
Watching you fall, watching you fall
Scared for the neck that would break us all
You shuddered my blood…shuddered my blood
I met the eyes of the souls of your feet
Twitching and swinging…unfeeling…unfeeling
Please allow me this sole ease:
Just be with me... lie with me

The mind is a scary place 
The mind is a distraction
From the reality ever binding
Curbing every reaction
The mind is overwhelming
The mind is oh so sad
When we turn to larvae and graves
It’s an everlasting...
Entwinement

-inspired by Mad World by Gary Jules-
-also inspired by the stop motion film: The Man in the Lower-Left hand Corner of the Photograph-


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Alive

And we are left here Like maggots—dirty, parentless…devastated Always feeding on the gruel…the cruel Fattening our lives in the moneyless bilk Shocking like a bee sting, yet soft as silk We are the forgotten I am watching the others grow rotten But I am cleansed and raw with glee Because…though blinded with slime…I SEE… I rise to the sound of the agonizing screams Of rapes, murders, of violent fists…weeping minds My definition of true finds… I smile when any possible hope arrives Fate laughs, knowing I constantly scream inside I am amused of it all…I can’t stop laughing As bitter tears began to fall I HATE ALL OF YOU… I WANT TO KILL YOU ALL… But I love that I can take anything From the nothing we have all been labeled The sick, the low…the mentally unstable Watch me roll up in a ball A naughty tease to death’s lull I love your silence… I love your intense fall And we are more alive than any of you We are crazed by your belligerence Aching to be emotionless SHARE YOUR INDIFFERENCE SHARE IT… Give us something to be left with So the others can die As Fate veers its head looking in the mirror Listen to her laughter—do you hear her? She watches and waits To find her maggots have grown wings… Screw your selfish indifference...we fall to fly We are more alive than any of you Though quickly we die


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Silhouettes on the Stage 1953




Lying still on the class room floor,
brown paper for a bottom sheet.
All the children were gathered round
and my outline was complete.

A cookie cutter girl was I
in bright black paten leather shoes;
with a gathered skirt, puffy blouse
of blue polka dotty hues.

Drawn silhouette, a paper doll,
not ashen as deaths cold harrow,
and I regret, my parents get
left Hiroshima's shadows.

Eight years gone the Rising Sun
was challenged in an earthy sky;
for bombs Little Boy and Fat Man fell
and two-hundred thousand people died

The Man of Steel, old Stalin
passed away in Russia this year;
the hot cold war was in full bloom
and our children hid in fear.

Beneath our desk tops we scrambled
as the shrill sirens shrieked away
the Committee of Five ruled Russia
and Khrushchev was on his way.

Dwight Ike was in the White House
as a veteran, he'd fought hard
the GI bill was now in affect
and bomb shelters filled our yards.

And little girls with ringlet curls
still made dollies on paper sheets;
while the doll shadows left by WWII
bombs blackened in Japan's streets.

*On August 6, 1945, the United States used a massive, atomic weapon against Hiroshima, Japan. This atomic bomb, the equivalent of 20,000 tons of TNT, flattened the city, killing tens of thousands of civilians. While Japan was still trying to comprehend this devastation three days later, the United States struck again, this time, on Nagasaki. Nagasaki was bombed on August 9, 1945 only three days after the bombing of Hiroshima. And we worry that other countries may develope atomic bombs???


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A stifled cry

"It was a mistake", she said. 
A tiny life swiped in seconds as 
gods creation is rendered a 
mere cluster of cells. 
Returned back to heaven 
hoping the return policy 
wouldn't deny. 
It was a mistake; a stifled cry

A lifetime of progress, 
innovation, and memories down 
the drain.
The notorious "what if" 
squashed with plan b; no hopes 
of a future. 
A stifled cry 

She could have cured cancer or 
delivered world peace. 
She could've fed the hungry 
and housed the poor. 
She could've been a Honors 
Harvard medical school 
graduate and your pride and 
joy.
None are the magical christmas 
mornings, first days of school, 
or birthdays. 
Terminated are the memorable 
first steps and momentous  
coos calling for "mamma". 
No more possibilities. Now a 
stifled cry. 

"It was a mistake", she said. 
A moment of carelessness and 
selfishness translates into a life 
lost. 
Permanent. 
Sent back into the arms of god. 
An easy way out. A stifled cry.


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Die alone and born again

The man with the plastic bug in his head
monopolized my dreams last night
in the place that the horsefly of my dignity
finally surrender to the impresario without a fight.

Seven days and 7 hours transplanted in my memorabilia
reminding the rustiness of the purple child
flatterers danced beneath the clouds of melancholy
and morality spreader the master plan inside my mind.

The disinheritance of my immortality the final day
discouraged my desire to see the forbidden love
restored my will to escape
manipulated the deep of the uncertainty above.

Released from the plastic bug in my head
try to cover my yellow child in the purple sky
laughing,singing,whispering,playing
seven days and seven hours before he dies.


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Untwisted

Sometimes the memories won’t fade 
         All the places we have seen
         All the prices we have paid 
The memories of the happy as well as the sad 
            The people we’ve lost
           The friends that we had 
Some memories just seem like a ghost 
I always lost everyone that I loved the most 
The wind would just carry them away 
             Along with my tears 
            And my ability to pray
    I wonder how far is heaven from here?
              How many more heartaches 
                 How many more tears 
              I wonder how far it is away
Because I have so many things that I wish to say 
To all the people that I loved and I lost 
             I’m not even tripping 
             My heart paid the cost 
The reaper rode the river in a bikers disguise 
I’ll never forget the fear in my mother’s eyes 
    As he drug her under and then let her go 
Through my four year old veins hate started to grow 
My eyes were blind my ears were deaf 
After that I forgot  
           There was anything left  
Karma is like poker for it is bound to luck 
When I was just a boy 
God through me under the truck 
Of all the things in life we feel 
   We are all bound to God’s will 
Passion is a doorway between love and hate 
    God is the dealer in the game of fate 
              Our place is not to question why 
                       For if we do our faith will die 
            The deeper we hate the deeper we love 
            I was gifted wisdom by the Lord above 
                    Every gift comes at a price 
A world of experience behind my advice 
     Every smile holds a lifetime of pain 
Nothing that happens should happen in vein 
                         It is our choice that which we do 
 Know in your heart these words are true 
The harder we fall the further we climb 
             No ones life is totally sublime 
Illusion after illusion will be offered to you 
                 But only the living word is true 
The living word that beats in your heart 
Will keep you safe as the world falls apart 
Through the pain of a boy watching his mother die 
It’s never to late to kiss the sky
A man of faith who could never give up 
Please come break my bread and share in my cup 
By the time our journey is through 
                      I’ll share all I am with you 
          Hopefully somewhere in my words you’ll see 
              ---Untwisted is truly the way to be---



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No Bread. Why?

No Bread.  Why?
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Big round dark eyes staring at forgetfulness.
Eating nothingness, feeling helplessness.
Scavenging the streets for morsels finding hopelessness.
Foraging to fill a swollen abdomen full of emptiness.
Holding death securely within mothers’ bleakness.
Too hungry to show love and too hungry to cry-
But not too hungry to die-
            Why?  
Mankind’s blindness and heaped up forgetfulness, sighs.


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" The Life Of Me " page 1 of 2

My name is James, born 1961
In Inverness, a small Scots town
To my father Andrew, and my mother Beryl
And Billy my brother, a pair of devils
 
In 67, we woke one night
Our house was ablaze, full of orange light
Our neighbour next door, for whatever reason
Started a fire, it must be crazy season
 
We had too move to a caravan park
By this time it,s three, to make a new start
My mother Beryl decide to leave
But the three of us left, never bothered to grieve
 
In the next few weeks, we ended in court
Two small children, in a marriage abort
We were asked to choose either Dad or Mum
But we ignored the parent, who went on the run
 
As we left the court, to start a new life
We felt sorry for Dad, as his illness was rife
He never told us that he was unwell
It would upset one of his boys, as the future will tell
 
Then came the night all parents dread;
Being told one of his boys is nearly dead
We were going to a boys club, on a Monday night
My brother was running so far out of sight
 
I turned the corner to see him ahead
No!! he's been hit by a van, Boom's  Boom's dead
I ran to my father, sreaming and crying
I'm finding my life,at 7 - far too trying
 
After the funeral, and with my father unwell
We left Inverness, our eyes a swell
To go as two, and not three as before
It's like Mother Nature closed a door
 
So we headed west, to a place called Fort William
Was it in the stars, cause Billy " is " William
We moved there, as the air was so pure
Hoping my father will find his cure
 
For whatever reason, we left the above
We found no Angel or peaceful dove
So we headed back to Inverness
Fathers health decreasing, life still a stress
 
Over the next few years, i was fostered and loaned
In couples houses and children's homes
It was really strange in all those places
Different people, different faces

Then on the 16th of Feb - 76,
James, i was told, your dads very sick.
The cancer had taken your father away
To be with Billy, where you'll join them one day

In 77, i joined the Navy, as i promised my dad you see. 
I did'nt enjoy it, i decided to leave 
Back up north, where my futures to be 
I wanted to have, what my parents had lost 
And that was my aim, no matter the cost

see page 2 of 2, ty..


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php


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holokauston Page 1 of 2

Around that table, picture the scene
Self appointed leaders if you know what I mean
What were the topics on the Agenda that day
The Jewish race is about to pay

Who gave the right for this decision that's made
Who has the right to cleanse and degrade
To decide who lived, to decide who dies
Another chapter, I still wonder why

They came in the day they came in the night
Women and children pulled out of sight
Herded aboard like cattle and sheep
Many a family awoke from their sleep

Dazed and confused as they are taken away
Where will they be at the end of the day
From their warm houses and their warm beds
What must be going through their heads

As they travel through days and through the night
Up ahead, they see lots of lights
They depart the trucks and board the train
Their faces scared under the strain

Asking questions from family and others
Generations, sisters and brothers
Why are we here, where are we going
Windowless carriages with no way of knowing

We come to a stop, soldiers aplenty
Towers and wire, topped with sentries
What can this place be they have taken us to
As we head to large gates as they shuffle us through

Families separated, herded in file
Women and children, not one did smile
Taken to rooms where our heads were shaved
Is this the way humans behaved

Clothes discarded, as we enter the shower
No signs of water no signs of power
Doors slammed as we are all crammed in
History will recall this evil of sins

As we stand in the dark, chanting Jewish faith
Can hear the voices can't see the face
Noises above, do the showers start
The event has begun that tells us Humans apart

Questions and sighs, as walled vents show daylight
Some thing is falling then their slammed tight
A strange aroma starts to fill the air
As all around are screams of despair

Twenty minutes have passed and the quietness is rife
Two thousand people, two thousand lives
Pellets called HCN, or Hydrogen Cyanide
Contribute to this Genocide


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


Details | I do not know? | |

Can You See Me?

Mommy can you see me?
I can bounce really high!
Maybe with some bouncy shoes
I can visit you in the sky!
I'm seven years old now Mommy.
You've been gone about a year.
I can't wait to see you Mommy, 
and your memories are near.

Mommy can you see me?
Oops- I failed another test.
But I remembered what you told me
and I tried my very best.
I'm ten years old now Mommy.
You've been gone about four years.
I really miss you Mommy,
and I wish you were here.

Mommy can you see me?
Dad went off on me again.
I slit my wrists to ease the pain, 
I have scars all over my skin. 
I'm fourteen years old now Mommy, 
you've been gone about eight years. 
Who are you anyways Mommy?
Thanks a lot for leaving me in tears...

Mommy can you see me?
I'm so glad I finally changed!
In accepted Jesus like you once did
so my life could be rearranged.
I'm sixteen years old now Mommy, 
you've missed the past ten years.
But I'll see you in heaven Mommy, 
and that helps me fight my fears. 


Details | I do not know? | |

God's Plan

All I can do is wonder. 
I'll never really know. 
OI'll never get to hug her, 
and she'll never see me grow.
When I wake up tommorrow, 
this nightmare won't be gone.
I'll never have what I took for granted, 
a chance to know my Mom. 

I know I shouldn't cry, 
because that won't bring her back.
It doesn't make up for the emptiness
or the love that I lack.
I'm almost grown up now.
I did it all by myself.
But I can't help but wish
I could be like everyone else.

I'm excluded from some "special bond"
and memories to be shared.
When all I ever asked for
was to have someone who cared.
The tearstains on my pillow
outnumber memories.
The only way I know her
is to see her in my dreams.

Daddy said she loved me,
but God called her home.
I don't know why he took her, 
the only Mom I'd ever known.
I guess he has a hidden plan, 
a reason I can't see.
I'm waiting for it to come together
and work out okay for me. 

I hope I'll understand some day
just what God has in mind. 
So no matter how much I miss my mother
I'll follow God's plan and be alright.


Details | Ballad | |

My Long Lost Friend

He was my best friend
His name was Snoopy
He was a beagle
My favorite pet.

I got him on Christmas day
He was just a little pup
I loved him so much
Then God took him away.

He was out hunting 
He never came back
He was gone 
Just like that.

I wonder every day
Where is he
Alive or…
Dead?

I still miss him so
I cry at night
Missing him
Missing him.  



Details | Quatrain | |

Danny's Song Upon the Death of His Grandfather

When crashed to earth that mightful Oak
O'er that long. a'frighted night,
His tears did so high homage speak
As to slumber passed his Light...

Shoulders small, no more host to hands
Whose tender firmness helmed
Their little lad, and life, and joy
In eternal love enrealmed.

Trudged he stoic, that deserts waste
With heart beset and stormed,
His soul a stone-turned edifice
Then from parched dreams was formed

A kind but spectral silohette
Up from the nighted sands,
As boyish eyes enlivened gazed
Once more upon old hands...

They held a heart which yet did beat,
"For you, my bonnie Dan!
I'll love you from Forever, boy,
And in Love, live as a man..."

Ah, but dream, for now he wakes-
But so curious a thing!
For in his grasp there rests some sand
Which waking did not bring!


Details | Free verse | |

Anorexia Nervosa

A child
No more than 12 years old
Sees images of women
Thin
Beautiful
Rich
Wanted
She looks in the mirror
She doesn't see the image
Her body doesn't fit the mold
Movies, TV and magazines
Tell her she is not what they want
She is not thin
She is not beautiful
Everyday her eyes cry as she looks at who she is
The perfect her hidden within
The beautiful soul they will not let her see
She diets
She starves
Still she does not fit the mold
She feels unloved
Unwanted
Eating less than a cracker a day
Throwing up the scant food she eats
Her body changes
Wasting away
They make her up
She wears a beautiful white dress
They close the lid
Denied the perfect her
The person she should have been
She lies in eternal rest
But she is loved
She is wanted
She will be missed


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holokauston Page 2 of 2

After the quiet we all have to go
Dragged and carted by the Sonderkommando
To be dumped in pits covered by lime
A race to dispose by it's Human slime

Auschwitz, Buchenwald & Dachau slaughtered
Many a son, many a daughter
Experiments on children women and men
Some aged 90, many under 10

In 45, their end was near, how many alive would reappear
As Russians, British and US troops
Chased the Hun to their German roots
Each camp reached showed it's sordid past
Where millions of me, were massively gassed

In Auschwitz, to this present day
Birds don't fly, no animals play
The reminder is all for there to see
Those terrible days what happened to me

It's 1948, our Nation is born
From histories past, populations torn
To all who survived I wish you well
And our new born world, called Israel 


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


Details | Free verse | |

A Childs Prayer - God We Need To Talk

Tonight as my baby girl started to pray
She said God it's 8 O'Clock, 
And God We need to talk.
She said daddy help me pray, 
And daddy bow your head,
As we knelt beside her bed. 
she said God can you hear me?
Mommy always said you'd hear me,
If I would learn to pray, 
And that you would show me the way.

Well God I don't understand. 
Why you took my mommy away.
Daddy always says i'll understand, 
When I grow up some day.
She said God, you need your son. 
Well I need my mommy to,
And I know that my daddy, 
Would be happier with mommy. 
Cause daddy talks to her, 
And mommy's not even there.

God can you please,
Give my mommy wings, 
So she can come to see us.
She always kept our house clean, 
And God I know, 
She keeps your house clean to.
And God I miss mommy's big hugs, 
Daddy says your son gives hugs to.
So I know if my mommy had wings, 
She could hug me and daddy.

Well God I want to thank you,
For being there to listen, 
And God think about what I said.
And tell mommy that I love her, 
And God I love you to.
Oh just one more thing God, 
Help my daddy stop crying.
Thank you God, Amen, 
Then she turned to me and said,
Goodnight daddy, I love you.

I was still on my knees, 
Beside my little girls bed, 
With tears running from my eyes.
I gave my baby a goodnight kiss, 
And said sweet dreams baby girl.
Then I went to my room, 
And kissed my wife's picture, 
And with tears in my eyes,
I knelt down to pray, 
I said God, We need to talk.


Details | Free verse | |

The Lads

Chase the leather
Lads.  Keep the wickets
Lads. Love your mum 
Lads.  Be strong 
Lads.  Don’t cry 
Lads.  Be healthy 
Lads.

Obey your headmaster
Lads.  Listen to the bobby
Lads.  Listen to the government 
Lads.  Look down the sights
Lads.  Don’t reveal your position
Lads.

Be silent
Lads.  Die in anonymity
Lads.  Drag the dead bodies
Lads.  Dig your hole
Lads.  Grasp your hair 
Lads.  Eat the soil 
Lads.  Never come back 
Lads.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Light

~The Light~

I remember the first time
 Voices in my head getting way too loud
Just a little girl unable to enjoy the world around me
I thought there was no way out
Almost took the easy way out
Then I saw something shining at the end of a long dark tunnel
It gave me hope
A reason to believe
As long as I kept my focus on

~The Light~

Thirteen and so very young
Afraid to tell a soul
About the demons in my head
I thought that I had to deal with them 
For myself by myself
Until I slipped and told a friend
Finding out she heard them sometimes too
Helped me feel a little better
It is just too bad she never had a chance to see
Brightness at the end of her tunnel
After she moved away
She just gave up 
Walking away from 

~The Light	~

I felt so bad 
Yet I managed to hide the pain
I always felt inside
Even in my darkest hours
With many attempts behind me 
I kept hoping to see

~The Light~

It is beautiful to see how a family can rescue 
Their fallen 
Just not giving up
Always feeling their unconditional love 
Knowing they were there
It all helped me walk out of that dark tunnel
Embracing

~The Light~

Now I firmly believe it is possible
For the most troubled soul
To find a way out
Without taking the easy way
With love and support
I know you can do it too
As you go through life’s journey
Wherever it may take you 
Always remember to look for and 
Embrace 

~The Light	~

By: Jean Shular


Details | Bio | |

Baby Boy

How I've lost my baby boy.
To a choir of selfish indulgence.
He's been lost inside a bowl.
A bowl of bloody senselessness.
And I watched him wave his fingers high.
Closed his eyes, and slowly died.
And I wept inside my very soul.

So will someone call an ambulance?
To bring my baby back.
For him to slowly wave at me.
For that feeling that I lack.

And my baby boy, I say again.
He's up in heaven, counting sins.
Waiting for that day and then. 
His daddy will come home. 
And sing his songs back to him.
In a tone that he won't believe.
In hopes he will forgive me.

So can someone see this reverence?
Inside my baby boy. 
That shines deep inside his eyes. 
That shines to show his joy.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Will No One Save The Children?

Have you seen
A child smile?
The answer is no
Not for a while.
Have you played
With a child today?
The answer is no
Not since their innocence was taken away.
Can you see
The children grow?
The answer is no
There are no children at home.
Can you feel
The children love?
The answer is no
They lie beneath small graves just dug.
Can you hear
The children cry?
The answer is no
For the children have died.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Boy in the Rain

A crying child stands
Alone
Wet eyes and trembling hands
Quietly turn to stone

What is the cause?
Who can be blamed?
Time doesn't pause
For a boy in the rain


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

I Remember

I remember the day
I heard you died,
I remember just how hard 
that I cried.

My heart ached more
then I felt it could be,
Just by knowing you 
were not here with me.

Even though you have
gone away,
The memories of you 
are here to stay.

You were like a
sibling should be,
Now you are a guardian
angel to me.


Details | Imagism | |

liquid senses

Another unwanted
passes through memories
down mundane streets 
suburbs undaunted

available liquid pass
tempted nostril senses
youth invaded stolen by
unpure pretenses

soft like shreds of life
tears of laughter
preserve treads
to a childhood lost to
hereafter 


Details | I do not know? | |

I miss u(R.I.P Velma j Smith)

I miss you mom,
and I could tell you a million reasons why
the way you use to take care of me
when I was sick or in need at night or day.
and sometimes when I wasn't happy
maybe I'll be depressed,sad,or mad
You would always come to comfort me and make me laugh and smile
I miss u mom
so very,very much
i sometimes just miss u so much until,I'll curve your name in my arm,or just began to 
cry just thinking of u.
I miss u mom,
why did the man above have to take your life away?
i only got to be with u for 9 years that's it
that's not even enough time,for all of the year i got before me without u in my life
I miss u mom.
i sometimes see u in my dreams at night
and in my mind all of the time
i love and miss u a lot
but i try not to think of u that much,because it hurts so bad when i cry a river of 
tears,just for u
but i guess that's a good thing mom
because I'm still loving u and will always love,miss and respect u
even though your gone to a better place...
I MISS U MOM.


Details | I do not know? | |

Kisses

Kisses can be powerful 
Kisses can change a little 
Girls heart to open and 
love the world once again.
Because she now sees how 
important the world is to
her and even though her
daddy is no longer living he
still wants her to know that 
he still loves her and that 
he thinks of her all the time 
and he watches out for her 
even when she's asleep. And
he wants her to be happy and
to be proud of herself and the 
world around her even though 
she thinks she can make it 
on her own in the back of
her mind she knows she will
need help and even though she 
may not agree with every thing 
there is to know about 
the world. but if there is 
one thing she can agree on 
it's that her daddy loves 
her with every kiss from 
the sky above. And every 
time the Wind blows it's 
her daddy talking to her. If
she would only listen a little 
closer she would be able to understand.


Details | Elegy | |

Snow Angels

Twenty sets of footprints
scattered in the snow.
Twenty wings that flutter
as the breeze begins to blow.

Twenty peals of laughter,
Twenty toothless grins,
Twenty eyes that twinkle
as their journey begins.

Twenty desks left empty.
Million hearts that mourn.
Six will join to guide them,
unsung heroes born.

Twenty little angels
playing in the snow
dropping tiny snowflakes
on those who stayed below.


Details | Verse | |

Ding Dong The Wicked Witch is Dead

Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.


Details | Couplet | |

Beyond The Gates

Behind these gates lay quite the scene
So very surreal, yet not a dream

Beautiful headstones, manicured lawns
My God the memories this place spawns 

The winding road, first turn to the right
Back to the beginning of my plight

Stopping next to the second trail
My heart and head pound like hell

On the left eleven headstones away
Like a movie my memory starts to play

People gathered from all around
My mother knew everyone in town

At the time I was still unable to speak
My shattered psyche was far too weak

I stood there broken and full of fear
Ashamed I could shed not a single tear

Ashamed I could speak not a single word
Inside my head so many voices heard

What did those voices have too say
That’s another story for another day

Those gates now hold so many I love
Everyone I once held above

Last time I entered them I was 32
Even though those gates hold all of you

Next month I’ll go back and explain why
Tell my mother the reason I couldn’t cry

Apologize to her for being broken
Leave flowers, a poem, and my N.A. token

That way she will know without any doubt
What her little boy ended up being all about

That her little boy is not broken anymore
Overcoming adversity is what adversity is for

And one day when I’ve completed my fate
I’ll be looking for her, “Beyond the Gate”


The Shafter, California cemetery holds my mother, Grandparents, my cousin James and many
close friends. The last time I visited them was approx. 18 years ago. It’s very strange
that I received, “Beyond the Gates” as my topic, because; I’ve been planning this trip for
months now. If not for that fact I would have most likely written this poem about prison
gates. I reckon all things happen for a reason. Thank you Constance writing this poem has
given me strength to help me do what I plan to do. Go make amends to the person who gave
me life and taught me the things, which stuck with me through it all. My Grandparents
never lost hope in me and always said, "One day Mikey will remember the things we taught
him and return to the Lord." I think they will be proud of the man who comes to visit them
next month.





Details | Bio | |

Outside looking In

Im going to tell you a story about a girl.
She was smart, and ready to take on the world.
Had a hard childhood with her mother always ill,
but her father worked hard and struggled to pay the bills.
My name is Pam and the poem your about to read,
Is a interesting poem, all about me.
I started to feel depression and pain,
at the age of 15 I was snorting cocaine.
I got pregnant at a young age and wanted to explore,
So I walked right out of my families door.
Time went on and I was still not around,
My mom grew sicker and dad wearing a frown.
Not much longer until I experienced this change,
and tragic horrible hurt and feeling of pain.
I walked in that room ,and climbed in the bed
I layed down beside him, and layed down my head.
With my hear I could hear his heartbeat.
The next thing I new we were burying him six feet deep.
At the funeral they said she was in a better place,
but it just wasnt fair to see that look on her face.
My mom that is she died with my dad,
She may have been breathing but always so sad
Two years later she decided to give up,
her faith was gone and hope for luck up.
Thats when I really started to struggle,
barely getting by and forgetting that i was mother.
She seen me drift into a dark place,
I started loosing weight in my stomach and my face.
Before I new it I was always getting high,
Weeks became months, and time flew right by
Its to bad that I chose this new path I was on ,
Because on August 11Th I got a call saying my mother was gone.
Like a replay I walked into that room,
to see her lying there as stiff as a broom.
I layed down beside her and rubbed my fingers
through her hair , but the pain I was feeling I just couldn't bare.
You would think after loosing my mom and my dad,
Anything else wouldnt seem near as bad
Within four years I had nothing left,
My child was taken for my foolish regrets.
Just me and my addiction no more tears to cry,
so many different ways that I could get high.
I would like to introduce this powerful drug,
It bring nothing but bad when I was searching for love.
The name is crystal, Crystal Meth
The one thing in the world, I wish I had never met...


Details | Lyric | |

Special

To capture the attention everyone else gets but you
You do whatever you can to get it
Even if its bad
You continue to do it
To get the attention you never had
And the attention you will never get
You want the perfect body and soul that everyone else has
You want to feel important... special
So you seek for a better
Much higher thing
What you need
You dont quite know
But you decide that
You will do whatever it takes to make you happy
And sometimes
That means..
suicide
Sometimes it means
Shooting someone
Because the hole inside your heart needs filled
And thats the only thing you ever had
The only thing you see
The only thing that someone gave to you
The thing that got everyone talking about you
The thing that got everyone to even look at you
So if you decide to kill someone
You kill yourself afterwards
Because you felt lonely again
You felt that no one was watching you
That no one even cared 
Then you think about all the things that 
Bugged you
And you pull the trigger
Then theres no more you
Next time someone sees you
You will be on the news
Where now you are special
And important


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Ummi (mom in arabic)

Sometimes I think that it has been so long since your departure
I actually lived more years without you than with you
Even though I had to accept the unspeakable pain I went through
I ventured into stages of life and had since mature.

Ummi words will not be enough to tell you how much I miss you
I remember your sweet smell forever in me imprinted
The cuddles of your arms where I felt protected
Your beautiful smile brightening my horizon renews.

I was not finish loving you ummi!
As I grew up more and more, learning to know you
I felt getting closer and closer … step by step … I had walked a few
I wanted to become your closest ally so you could rely on me.

I wanted to protect, help and take care of you one day
As you had spent so much of your time caring for me and my siblings
Your only girl I was and connected to you even in my dreams
I was going to be there for you… undertaking your relay.

My tears are still flowing for you from my broken heart ummi
As you left suddenly, a tear ingrained in my soul
I cannot resolve the unfinished puzzle
As if that fateful day, you had left with a piece of me.

I will forever love you …you’re the sweetest ummi


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Playing tennis with my Dad

Help me
He won't wake up these weekends
I came back home
I help him get unsick
Mom runs her usual parade
Dad just watches TV and escapes
He wants to change
But can't make himself rearrange
Disk problems in the back
Ironically im schooled in physical therapy...
he doesnt want to listen to me 
So time putters on indefinitely


Details | I do not know? | |

The Speed of Life

In the childhood home her mother spins her child
Round and round we go happiness seems to overflow
And the childhood  goes by; faster, faster

A growing child with so much energy running and having fun
Careless and free he runs across the yard
He is growing up; faster, faster

Only in middle school and already a rebel
Sticking up for a friend and getting in a fight
He has courage but still he runs; faster, faster

High school has come at last
The odd man out he cries for attention
Into depression he spirals; faster, faster

At the high school prom he meets a girl
The hearts beet together and the music beats in their ears
They are falling madly in love; faster, faster

Barely a year and a kid on the way
To work and back the same routine, every hour, every day
A wedding is coming closer; faster, faster

So far a happy life, and a good career
They buy a home and outside he spins his child
Another childhood is going by; faster, faster

His life was long another one has started from it
But now the ambulance move; faster, faster
And his heartbeat fails; slower, slower


Details | Blank verse | |

he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence

                    Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      No .. this was not my hero in music and song .

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul. 

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                






Details | Acrostic | |

Love came down at Christmas

L Long ago travelled Kings
O Opened their minds to prophecies
V Visiting from afar they brought gifts of Gold, Fracincense and Myrrh
E Eastern Star guiding them lighting the way

C Company of Heavenly Host
A Allelujah! Angels appeared to Shepherds, telling Savior born
M Manger for bed wrapped in cloths in Town of David
E Evangelically proclaimed Christ the Lord

D December 25th designated day
O On which we recollect
W Why/way Christ entered our world
N Nativity only part of His story

A A new testament
T Tells of new covenant between God and His people

C Christ's coming to Earth
H Hailed as new born King, Holy
R Risen Lord, righteous redeemer, 
I Intercedes for us as
S Spiritual Saviour to save sinners souls
T Time for Truth, Trust, Trinity
M Man's belief in God of Love,  
A As Father Son and Holy Spirit
S Shall be saved


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Mother's Death

M  y mother died when I was fifteen months old
O  h how my heart hurt when I called her so bold
T  o heaven her soul did soar_ leaving her children
H  ere on this earth, with lives now so totally barren
E  each day I wonder why so young she had to go
R  easons I will never know in this life though
S  atan did his work in destroying family

D  evil stirred the father to drink, compulsorily
E  aten away was his heart from the loss; Granny
A  ttended five children's needs, extra for baby
T  o family members word was spread_ youngest given
H  ome by adoptive family; but this for child heaven


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The Hedgehog Written for my two little grandaughters

The Hedgehog

The Hedgehog went for a walk one day.

Off out all on his own, What can I say.

He crossed the road but he forgot to look left and right.

He didn’t see the car, In his sight. 

It ran him over now he’s dead.

So we buried him, With a little cross, made out of lollipop sticks which read. 

Hedgehogs dead.  

Written for my two little Grandaughters. 


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Ode to Humphrey

The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad.
My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad.
Until one day in early spring, I got a call that made my heart sing!
There were some puppies born in Waco, the daddy -Jasper, and mommy- Juneau.
Four little boys, three little girls. But the picture of one boy, made my heart twirl!
So I waited for a week or two, to meet my little puppy-oh so new!
I named him Humphrey, such a handsome boy! He has brought  laughter back and oh what a joy! He's super cute, and very smart. Many would say, he's a work of art!
He's learning new tricks, and how to potty outside. So many rules to learn and abide!
Humphrey is growing so quickly, the puppy breath will soon disappear. He will be an adult in less than a year! Every stage of his life is a blessing from above. I guess that's the true meaning of what we call "puppy love".



Details | Heroic Couplets | |

The Great Clock

The Great Clock

Like the sunrise in the morn,
A babe, a life is born.
For a child, the Lord’s own pride
The door of life has opened wide
Beyond the haze, without a sound
The mighty Clock of Life is wound
Ticking on, into the sun
Until one’s time on earth is done.

The child will have to learn to live
When to take and when to give
He learns to fear, to hate, resent,
But love will help him be content.
Of work and play, a footing’s laid,
Of pains and joys a man is made.
A man who soon will stand alone,
To show the world how he has grown.

But soon the Great Clock quickens pace,
And he looks upon a weary face,
Shining once, but shadowed now,
With sagging cheeks and wrinkled brow.
And looking ‘round him he will see
All has changed, not only he.
Mother, brother, sister, wife,
Beaten by the storms of life.

Beneath the hilltop sod is laid
Other loved ones, passed away.
Of tender feelings once held dear
All will someday disappear.
For Time, like the healing sea
Wishes all painful memories free.

For it is better to think of things to come.
Rather than of things which have come and gone.
For the past is dead, all life’s ahead,
And the great Clock, ticks on!

Thomas J. Rauens
(Written in 1968)


Details | Rhyme | |

The Social Norm

Drink the drink, and take the pills, lay on the medication.
But your soul's forever lost to them without persistent dedication.
There's things we've learned, and things we will, to decide us right from wrong.
But your ears are only open, now, to a techno-logic song.
Social norms have bound you tight, then cut you awf'ly deep.
And still your soul beneath the surface begs of you, relief.
You waded in their welcome waters, thought it nice and cool
But now I'm sure you've figured out you're lost in sorrows pool
So take it from who knows you best
Someone who has passed this test:

Before you drift out in the sea And the shore's no longer in your view, I promise that I'll bring you back And if I can't, I'll follow you. Before your legs and arms grow weak And you've passed your final tier, I promise that I'll hold your hand; I promise you I'll still be here. Before your lungs are filled with water And our souls are parted once again, I promise you that you're forgiven; I promise you I'm still your friend. Before you close your sunken eyes Inviting night to kill the day Know your bright was never slight And soon you'll see your way.


Details | Haiku | |

pollution

Black smoke covers all
children animals run
but they can't escape


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The Park -- Part One

Pigeons flutter in the park
eating refuse from the grass.
Noon comes; the hours pass.
Leaves fall; the sky grows dark.
Silence reigns throughout the park.
A crumpled headline, a forgotten toy,
lifeless, do not hear a far-off bark.
In the park, not a single little boy.
Midnight comes; the hours go --
soon, the sky begins to glow...
morning breaks, and with it, sound.
In the park begins the morning round.
White skeletons of benches -- slats --
in all the wintry parks of Age
fill up in morning. Deserted flats,
each with the aspect of a cage,
become an unused, waiting gauge
that measures dull and wasted years --
floods of loneliness -- rivers of fears...
The weak and battered, pallid crowd
which, daily, parks ingest
speak in muted tones; but loud
is the message all suggest.
The clangor of the beaten Belles,
trampled in the slime of years,
entreats the mind to plug its ears;
yet, if it will, it hears...
memories, perhaps, keep active still
the shriveled and the loosened flaps
that are the mouths of all the Bills --
reduced to gray and ugly gaps...
Down the graveled pathways come
children bent on carefree play.
Belles, though silent, are not dumb,
nor will the Bills forego their say.
But warnings fall on ears too deaf;
around are eyes too blind to see.
And so the tots, too young for Death,
play on and on till time for tea.
Day after day after day
children come and children play.
Pigeons flutter in the park;
Leaves fall; the sky grows dark.
Once more, deep silence claims the park.
Midnight hours come and go.
The sky again assumes a glow.
Wind stirs dead leaves to rustle.
Starts again the aimless bustle
of the battered, weak, and infirm-eyed:
those whom living failed -- who died
but still must play their signal role
of unloved, friendless, unhailed Old;
who gather daily in the park
to envy tots their vital spark --
the hope, the promise in their eyes --
before it fades, before it dies.
But tots at play -- the young, the bold --
must laugh and sing -- cannot be told
that youth's not long and Time is cold.
Time devours -- a ravenous beast --
and men are the courses at his feast.
Some he swallows in their prime,
 On some he waits too long a time:
 these rancid morsels, Time's midnight snack,
explore their memories. They hie them back
 to that old moment, deepest black, 
when they first dared to know -- and first said --
that Time's the master all men dread.
(Please read The Park -- Part Two, which is a continuation of
this poem...due to space limitations)


Details | Elegy | |

Grandfather

My Grandfather High-backed chair facing the corner, Window over books so cherished Loved. Like the greatest of scholars, but still humble He was a trove of stories Air of silence on a place once full Of stories from a time past, A time of honor and courage and duty Of country and spirit; fighting an enemy Made from indescribable evil. Tales of valor, sand, and bullets Lions and machine guns, young men in battle Fighting for their lives. Knowing the enemy was like a jackal Cruel and twisted, an army of evil He witnessed it all First hand, in the heat of the day And cold of night. Tales passed on, spoken In a way that conveyed such knowledge That one was to sit in amazement, and hear it Firsthand from the chair facing the corner. Like a throne of deep thought. The day he left this world, I wept. Seeing him not but a day before, It was harder than I could have imagined. The pain is real, but so were the memories And so the legacy of the veteran lives on. The chair sat vacant, but I felt him there. The books on the shelf, the other treasures Left behind held him here on earth While the memories anchored him in our hearts. The man in the chair shall never be forgotten And the stories shall pass far into the generations.


Details | Elegy | |

My First Grief

In my cradle,
My tiny body was cradled
In my mothers arms.
My gem among gems,
I remember when I cried
You comforted me with 
your soothing words.
Your re-assuring hands
Secured me till Death's 
Cold hands snatched you 
From me,a sucker I was
That needed you most.
Adieu! Sweet mum till 
We cross paths again!







Written by:
Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu


Details | Free verse | |

over and over agin

sometimes i talk to myself, 
my mind is racing,
i dont know what to do...
so hard to explain.
depression isn't a stage
or a faze some kids go through
it shatters you...
i saw it all. 
she cried silent in her bed,
blood stains covered her favorite jeans,
her every shirt,
long sleeve ofcourse...
she suffered through it all with few people to call friend
and more to call enemy
even more to say where quite dissappointed....
FAT
her first name in school,
not started by a bully
or a mean rival,
but by her sister, 
and it echoed through her soul,
repeating in her mind... over and over again,
like the ripples of still water
when a pebble is dropped
flash frozen in time
repeating,
over and over again...
It was the first name they gave her,
millions where created over the years,
some unique
some repeating again, just as the first had..
gothic they called her,
emo, fat, ugly....worse things.
but in her mind, things where worse.
everything was repeating,
over and over again,
finally she believed it. 
she asked for help, from everyone
tried to explain to parents she wasnt well,
got called a psycho for asking to see a theripist,
not from a teacher,
not from a class mate,
but from her own father, who wouldn't, couldn't,
believe there could possibly be a thing wrong....
finally, crying, she confessed her bloody secret to a teacher.
rather then giving her time,
she is sent back to class crying her eyes out, as if she wherent going through enough...
she is sent to the principals office a few minutes later, after breaking down in class...
the princlipal says she needs help,
sends her and her dad for a risk evaluation,
her dads crying as she shows him her cuts...
they walk into a hospital room, 
it smells of chemicals and hand sanitizer,
the lady at the desk gives her a smile.
then she goes into a room with a lady,
her cheeks are sunken in and shes wearing way too much makeup,
the girl is gaging on her perfume,
and she looks really intimidating....
her dark brown hair looks dead and flat
even though its a bit wavy, 
and she wears somewhat of a mocking frown.
asks her all these questions,
is mommy beating her?
no
is daddy raping her?
no
is she doing drugs?
not alot
is anyone beating her?
pass...
did anyone molest her? 
pass....
oxcarbezapine, trazadone, citalipran, clinazapam, colonipan,
valium, lithium, more.......
and thats what they gave her,
more... 
some numbed the pain
some brought it out
tearing through her organs,
she became an addict by the time she was fourteen....
over dose after over dose
some for pleasure
some for pain,
gashes on her legs getting deeper,
this time she didnt tell a soul,
not even those she had come to call friends....
wakeup she screamed in her head over and over again
as she dropped weight like it was nothing....
you cant controll it she argued as things became worse. 
at age fourteen she attempted suicide,
she didnt quite succeed.
the medication took away her aappitite....
she liked it
she hated her body
hated herself
felt out of controll
found a new way to cope
as she shoved tooth brush after toothbrush down her throat
to keep her body from nuitrients...
as she whent weeks and weeks spitting food into napkins and making excuses 
I ate at my friends house....
spoken as a whisper
heard like a sentance
echoing in her mind over and over again,
along with that word, all the words,
FAT!!!!!!
ugy, anoying, stupid, fake, worthless, nothing...
one bite she would say
rocking back and forth
craving nothing but food
her body racked with hunger pain
one bite and there she was again
FAT!
over and over and over again
back to a toothbrush
this time she sees blood
she saw her ribs
she saw her bones,
it wasnt good enough,
she almost died, again....
choking on this deep dissappointment in herself,
gaging on everything they where pushing down her throat, 
their words, and their insults, their criticism.... their drugs
all shoved down her throat like candy
and just as she was was trained to do she swallowed despite the bad taste
or the hurt
or the fact that at the rate she was going she would be dead soon...
and you know why? 
because daddy yelled 
and couldnt accept what was happening
not because he wanted to hurt her
but because it hurt him,
and she let him believe,
because she could take the hurt if it meant he didnt have too.
because mommy didnt want to sit in her room all day
smoking weed
doing nothing,
practically having us raise ourselves,
she didnt mean to take anger, or frustration or hurt out on her daughter
she suffered everyday in her solitary confinement,
and from a young age she accepted her bedroom was the cage
 her mother had created for herself.
because sister didnt want to effect her the way she did
she was just frustrated
fed up with the way things where
scared, she needed someone to take her cruelty
and to help heal her pain...
because people in school
who where so cruel
had to have learned from somewhere
and she wasnt going to play into their games,
and they knew she was an easy target
because she would never attack someone so weak
and she accepted her suffering was a sacrafice
to help all these people....
to help her dad,
her mom,
her sister,
every person who was beaten abused or hurt
 and felt so weak at home they wanted to feel strong in the one safe place they had.
because depite the fact she had died inside,
and almost passed away on the out,
it was a saccrafice she was willing to make
so that no one else would have to feel that kind of pain,
and they all inflicted it and broke her down'untill there was nothing left but a shell
of somthing that could have been
and never had the chance
and why? 
because she would take it and wouldnt strike back,
because sometimes "just taking it"
isnt so much about the weakness not to do anything
but about the strangth not to hurt others the way they hurt you...


Details | Kyrielle | |

Raven's End

I know that taking my life is a sin,
But you don’t know how much pain I am in;
Death is better than this hell I’ve been through,
God Grant me mercy for what I must do;

My tortured soul robs me of breath,
All I seek is the release of death;
Requesting redemption in the gun I cling to,
God Grant me mercy for what I must do;

I’m considering briefly the life I must end,
Nothing is left but the chance to transcend;
And this decaying body that I pass through,
God Grant me mercy for what I must do;

Raven they named me, but now they are gone,
I’m all alone since they both passed on;
Soon I will see them, it’s long overdue,
God grant me mercy for what I must do;

I beg for forgiveness as I let myself go,
Tears trickle down as I feel my heart slow;
Hopefully now I’ll get to see you,
So God grant me mercy for what I must do.


Tirzah Conway
~For the contest "Among the Dead"~


Details | Quintain (English) | |

A choice between slavery and death

The ways of life can be really cruel
Such I felt when Fate cast on me a dark spell
I sank low down a bottomless abyss
Hoping the Merciful Angel would give me a kiss
And have me thrown into redemption, by sending me the holy camel!

But no help came, no one ever saw my distress
So I chose to put an end to my inner stress
I chose to live on Earth as a spirit, enjoying total freedom
Maybe I would be offered a place in the Lord's kingdom
But then, something came over me and I chose to toil till I become a Goddess!


Details | Lyric | |

The War Confessions

There’s a fury on the waves
A madness taking place
Fueled by the blood
Of weary wage slaves

And they taught us how to hate
In a hi tech kind of way 
Made us meat puppets 
For the wars they wage

In a playground, running round
In a playground, being clowns
Weren’t we once kids
Just kicking a ball?
Laughing ‘bout everything
Nothing at all

In a playground, ‘neath the sun
In a playground, having fun
Weren’t we once kids
Thought war is a game?
Fall over dead
And jump up again

(Hey, hey, what do you want to say?}

Don’t want to lose my legs
In defense of larceny
The banksters stealing billions 
From the national Treasury

Don’t want to take a bullet 
Left coughing up blood
For your right to a lap dance
At some faraway club

Don’t want to suck my meals
Through a thin feeding tube
On behalf of profiteers 
Dealing addicts their crude

Don’t want to wheeze harshly
Hooked to a machine
In the service of ingrates 
And all that’s obscene

Don’t want to suffer flashbacks
Those nightmarish screams
While billionaires lullaby 
To private jet dreams

Nobody’s tool, nobody’s fool.
NO!!!!

In a world so long ago
In a world we used to know
Weren’t we once kids?
Who sang funny songs
No thoughts of torture 
Phosphorous bombs

In a world so long ago
In a world we used to know
Weren’t we once kids?
Who rode on our bikes
Vampires scared us
Not nuclear strikes

(Hey, hey, what do you want to say?)

There’s a fury on the waves
A madness taking place
Fueled by the blood
Of weary wage slaves

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And it ‘s time to stop
This lunatic war

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And it’s time to stop 
This murderous war

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And It’s time to  stop
This sickening war

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And it’s time to stop 
This bloody awful war

Let’s bring back our playground 
Stop this war
Let’s restore our playground 
Stop this war…

Yes, it’s time 
(yes it’s time)

Time to STOP THIS WAR!






Details | Free verse | |

Letter to Mother - If I die before I wake

~ Letter to Mother ~ If I die before I wake To my mother I would write I never understood why you were so cruel ~ or why you had an iron fist rule Why you beat me till black and blue ~ for something as simple as not tying my shoe Why you were always enraged ~ why interest in my life you never engaged Why did I get the worst of the abuse ~ when I was the best behaved and did as you told me to Why did you fight to win custody back ~ when maternal instincts you knew you lacked Your torment instilled in me ~ fear, depression, insecurities, and anxiety This is the reason my judgment was flawed ~ mother you should be appalled Even though it was horrific living through this ~ I love you and for your pain to be healed I always wished Even though my body will be gone ~ Even though you may morn My heart is no longer scorn ~ I thank you for being born My life resulted in the lives of more ~ Lives that I love and adore This is the greatest gift you have given me ~ I don’t want or ask for more... I'm FREE Lay


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

UNBORN CHILD

MY CHILD, I SPEAK  TO YOU FROM THE GRAVE
I AM YOUR MOTHER, A BLACK WOMAN OF PRESTIGE
YOUR FATHER ABANDONED US
EAT, DRINK FROM MY WOMB
NOURISHED MY NUTRIENTS OF FRUITS
I CAN'T GIVE YOU LIFE, MY CHILD
I DON'T WON'T YOU BORN


I FEEL THE FETUS OF YOU GROWING INSIDE OF ME
LIFE IS WHAT YOU NOT TO SEE OF ME
THE EMBYRO OF YOU IS GONE 
ALL MY SEEDS IS DESTOYED FROM YOU
YOU HAVE NO NAME
I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE

HEAR MY VOICE, MY CHILD
I'M SPEAKING TO YOU FROM MY WOMB
YOUR LIFE WILL BE GONE
YOUR BIRTH FLUSHED FROM MY BODY
LOOK UP AT ME, MY CHILD FROM MY WOMB
I AM NO LONGER YOUR MOTHER
YOU ARE NOW A UNBORN CHILD


Details | Narrative | |

My Story Telling Can You Trust Me

Gun fire all around, bombs going off in the distance
It was some of the angry mobs and resistance
Father was the king of SafeHaven a small kingdom
Like all other kingdoms it fell in random
Fire started in the castle
And along with it came a battle

It was a distance memory now because the child has now grew
Many things in this child that made memories stew
My name is Mastrey, a young orphan who was there that night
Mastrey saw her in the distance and her father and mother in his sight
Everyone was loud that night and made all the children hide
But that evening Mastrey saw her mother and father die

She ran into the bushes in such a fright
And evil doers were running around with flashlights
Mastrey remember it as he distracted them 
Her eyes was so confused with problems
Mastrey new that it was because of what just occurred
His feelings of what those people did was not awkward

The distraction worked, he went back to were she was
Hiding and very scared she was, he asked her, can you trust me just because?
Her answer that night depended on her lively hood
As Mastrey was their with his hand reaching out to her as he stood
Pulling her up from the ground he looked into her eyes that were SeaBlue
Mastrey had made a life long friend and love, She knew it was true

Next: My Story Telling,  Who is this Princess


Details | Quatrain | |

The Violin Player's Last Words

I wish I played the violin ones more
but the sound and strings ache me
This sad and stormy autumn
the maple trees tell me I'm dying

Inheritance will be the Immensity
with leaves and fruit of violin
but no one will ever know the meaning
of the springs with weeping deer...


written at 12 when my grandpa died.


Details | Rhyme | |

Remembering Dad

She had a glimps of a man who favored her dad,
longing to have him back it made her sad.
Reminicing about the things that they once did,
Memories flooding back that time had hid.
She recalls his cologne how it smelled of Old Spice,
or how they'd sit for hours giving out his advice.
he'd hitchike to work to put meat on our table,
Even on those days he just was'nt able.
He loved his family with every breath that he took,
with love in his heart and each stern look.
He loved his children no matter what they did wrong,
She has'nt seen his face, it had been so long.
He's kept every weed or flower she had ever picked him,
since he died her world grew so dark and dim.
The weed that she picked for him he had placed in his pocket,
like a buried treasure or a heartfelt locket.
He like to fix cars and hang at the bar,
away from his family he did not stray far.
He often liked to laugh at his own joke,
to protect his family he could easily prevoke.
He's embedded in her memory as the years pass by,
laying at rest with her mother is where his soul lies.


Details | Cinquain | |

Young Girls Pain

Love
Deceitful, wicked
Weeping, cringing, loathing
Things children shouldn’t feel
Hate
 
Intimacy
Repulsive, severe
Struggling, bleeding, collapsing
My pain continues unheard
Father
 
Hope
Abandoned, faulty
Hiding, listening, praying
Life is my suffering
Justice
 
Purpose
Forbidden, fruitless
Reeling, clutching, grinning
The agony has ended
Redemption

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Details | Couplet | |

Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


Details | Narrative | |

I Will Make Her Proud

It had only been a few days
Still unfamiliar with my grief, (it was my first time, you see...)
I was such a novice to the proper routine
Of condolences, phone calls, and flowers
Pity in the air, ...a pat on my hair, and those hesitant smiles...
Neighbors....even those we hardly knew,
Reaching out with assorted casseroles
Devils food cake, and strange jello salads....food of all kinds
...To me, this ritual, seemed obscene,
Who would eat?....How anyone could?
Our home intruded, invaded, shaded in grey
This odd assortment of long faced people milling about
I wanted to shout...."Leave us alone!"    (I just wanted her home.....)

And though I was numb, her voice filled the room
"I know you'll be strong"...
But this is so wrong...
I needed to weep, please let me sleep....please make this a dream...

Aunt Bea, who could not stop crying
Uncle Russ, pacing and sighing
Aunt Delores, tough as nails, taking command...
   as if our house had taken a military stand...
Dad, who had been swallowed up by his own tomb of loss
No place to lean....for this girl of sixteen, in a world that was tossed....
Into that black horrible space....It only happened to others
It couldn't be me....it couldn't be her   ...I needed my mother...
I felt so alone, how could I be strong??  

How hard to say "Thanks"...for those kind acts intended
I was too young to know, a first step to mending
comes bearing small gifts.....comes in disguise
...just one small thing to grasp....

People are kind, as they spin their cocoons
They need to lend hands, they need to do good

But time heals all wounds..
And I've learned and I've lost, 
How steep is the price and the cost 
Of living and dying, of loving and striving...
It's the circle of life
Her words were a song....and I still hear the sound
I understand better now,  ..and I've learned to be strong...

Today I have baked
Have made the best that I could
I'll tap on the door, in my own neighborhood...
When words aren't enough...I will bring them some food
I'll extend a kind hand, a shoulder to lend,....I will make mother proud
I can be strong...when the world has gone wrong
All the things that I should
     When intentions are good.
                  ~                 ~




Details | Sonnet | |

Catch Me If You Can French Sonnet

<               enticing to eyes watching mama's pink roses bloom
                 fourty years later someone else now cares for them
                 fresh cut daily and seen in her arms their long stems
                 tears streaming down face I sit under swollen moon
                 waiting watching for sun to come up again soon
                 to catch one more glimsp of mama's planted old gems
                 unfurling petals before been chopped or condemned
                 think I'll ask if can take one for my dining room

                 aroma bursting amidst thy supper's table
                 bowed heads we come and thank our Heavenly father
                 somebody still cared though sick and times unable
                 and answers it's door for which one has come bothered
                 to let bask in roses empowering fable
                 and not to be called as it's one's roses robber



French Sonnet is a poem with rhyme scheme
Of ABBAABBA and CDCDCD
Or ABBAABBA and CDECDE
Syllable count is 12 syllable per line.


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Be Not Juliet

But fiction you are, our Juliet, unborn,
mere humans find love so hard to portray, 
thus leading many to their death, astray,
fear not a Romeo is born each day.
Childless children be not to death forsworn. 
Why leave the bloom of youth in this dark way?                                  
To these false examples swear not, allay ...
these foolish gestures and stay unmourned.
What care true love for false sacrifice's knife 
or petal poisons made by perverse form,
live and brave the days with courage cajoled.
Oh, waylay the cowards path, leave your grief,
for grief will come to all within life's storm;
live a full life linger for life is gold.


Details | I do not know? | |

Family Matters

In the attic, above wooden floor,
through the hallway of psychotic, locks upon my door,
near the broken window and glass of the sore,
hiding in the shadows,
bloodstains on the wall.

 Number nine,
house at the end of the street,
where lights are low,
where silent never sleep.


Details | Narrative | |

Physically and Mentally Abuse

I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear

Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm

When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane

I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes

I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries

I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs

As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call

With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay



Details | Rhyme | |

RIP Baby "Angel"

Hush little baby, sleep in peace, and know
That one day will all meet, by your
Side will hold you high, until that day
Spread your wings, and be our Angel
In the sky, even though our question
Remains at why, the moment you left
Tears struck our eyes, Baby boy we
Hear you "Tell mommy and daddy not
To cry keep me safe in your Hearts"...
For my Baby nephew who lived 2hrs.


Details | Lyric | |

Elysium Dream of Love

I close my weary eyes
Holding onto the hope
Of not having to cope
Not a mintue longer
Without you by my side
Not expierencing
The warm look in your eyes
The tingling rush of your finger tips
That would grip my hair tight
To stop you from slipping into the night
Biting  your bottom lip
As a pinch to yourself
To see if it was real
The dream of love we felt
And now that you are gone
I only wish to die
Your image fades from my mind
Sometimes I see it clear,
The sun is skillfully stroking it set in the sky
As my feet float down the road across the tuscan country side
I ever so gently sense the wildy grown wheat
Tickling these troubled lines engraved in the palm of my hand
I playfully pick one out of the land and pluck the grains
I look up and in the distance is where she waits
But there she remains peacefully strolling through the calming field
In a white cotton dress that tails off in the wind and
wearing a small confident smile that makes my yearning heart yield
Whispering in my ear that soon I will make it home
But my Life's journey must continue down this God paved road
I awake with the longing of her, But with so much to do
I need God's strength for one more day to get through


Details | Lyric | |

Come As You Are

At one point in my life i was an artist
I used to paint and draw
Covering a piece of paper
In beautiful colors
And my art told a story
The sort of story you couldn't talk about
I used to go to school every day
Showing up late 
Wasn't something I'd do
But i dropped out
Leaving my education behind
I played the bass guitar
In a band called 
The Nocturnal
My fingers ran against that bass
Pure magic
The sound of the gods
Setting out to destroy the world
Pure Punk straight from Seattle
At one point i was clean
Sober and pure like a new born baby
Falling further into 
What you now call 
"disapointment"
Screwing up my veins
with every shot of herion
Killing my brain cells
With every joint i smoked
Clogging up my nose 
With every pill you could have known
I used to write lyrics
About my life
My childhood
I used to write journals
The ones you read in the book 
that was published of me
I got up on that stage every night
As i was
Nothing fake
Nothing glamourous
Only a few scars
One shot of heroin
Come as you are
The words only speak for 
Themselves


Details | Free verse | |

Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


Details | Concrete | |

frozen

im not looking for anger
im not looking for grief
im looking for respect
in a lonesome sheath
of wisdom without knowing
a wolf in sheeps clothing 
why do u think i dye my hair
im taking over one way or another
so to be blonde 
it makes the men stare 
ive been brunette 
they r stareing else where
so girls get youre poses 
the prettiest girl knows this
the men think they r chosen 
but women know 
their men are frozen


Details | I do not know? | |

Love

You rest your head upon my hands
And look up into my eyes
A gaze so crazed and wild, I see
Too much life in a dying child.
Half your body isn’t there,
Only half your mind is left,
And yet you find the strength to say,
“Hey there, friend, do not let this be the end,
Forgive, but don’t forget, go on, grow up, you’ll be perfect.”

Still alive, you bleed a river red
Through the cracks of the pavement,
And say upon your dying breath,
”Roses will grow between these walls;
We’ll make a garden from our cell,
we’ll make a heaven from this hell. ”

And I know, I understand,
We are but a grain of sand,
Slipping through the hands of time,
But for whatever twisted reason,
You must have been ahead in line.
In this world of lies and treason,
You’re robbed of your chance to shine,
So I’ll take it, and I’ll make it mine,
And be a light that’s twice as bright,
Find the faith and will to fight,
On scale small or magnified,
A better world, or a single smile,
Either would have made you proud.

You may have died, but inside,
I feel your energy divine,
And if for no one, then for you,
I’ll be glad that I survived,
Take this life and make things right,
If for no one, then for you.
You live in me, and I still thrive,
On the courage, hope you left behind,
In that single flash when I
Saw the reflection in your eyes.
The universe had unified,
Love, love, love, love.

Sarajevo, 1994.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Dark Woods

They come upon us once again
I see traces of me left behind
The dark woods are coming 

I see traces of where he took me
How blessed I am not feeling any pain
Will you ever stop looking for me

Am I lost to you forever and if so 
Did you think this would happen
I'm near death I can feel it  now

As he carries my body further 
The closer I'm coming to death
I know I will never see my mother 

Will she ever pass this way again
My stuffed animals come into view
How obsolete all those things are

One day I'm sure they will find me
A dog most likely will find a bone
Or someone riding on horse back

But for now I'll remain cold and alone
In my shallow grave of river rocks !!!!




11/ 8/ 2010  5am


Details | Lyric | |

TO PAPA -Through the eyes of his little girl

Through the eyes of this little girl, to her Papa, no one could compare
Always dashing in grey and navy suits with a white shrt and burgundy tie
How she'd stare in awe, wide-eyed; her little face turn upward in gaze
With a deep, stern voice he corrected, yet, with soft eyes, and warm hugs he consoled
The world demands so much from a man and sometimes he was not perfect
His bane was his good looks and a kind and honest heart
During his younger years he struggled, yet his love for his family stayed true
He was proud man in many ways and kept his promise to God and his wife
Througout the years of struggle, he never left his queen in thirty-five years

"Papa", one of God's creations by special design-fire and ice-compassionate and kind, 
Those who dared to cross him learned a lesson everytime
Through extraordinary battles, some won and others lost 
Each challenge imposed, he rose and met-a remarkable feat!

Then came one day, with his final battle raging, in some world beyond our eyes
His body racked and worn with pain, Papa was sent home to say good bye
My "Papa" stood tall one last time- and chose life with his Creator!


Details | Free verse | |

I Remember

She had beautiful hands, I remember
Strong and brown and crude under the choking lamplight 
that wintry autumn of the potato blight
I saw them cringe and turn over and over 
She thought I’d fallen asleep, but no
I watched her silently in the dark, well past midnight.

Her hair was rich and long, I remember
Coarse and uncombed and tangled on sweaty afternoons
One sweltering midsummer before the monsoons
we crouched in the fields and together worried
Masses of hair spidered across her wet cheeks
Sweat or something else, running down those weathered prunes.

She had eyes like the sea, I remember
Stormy and clouded and murmuring of a shipwrecked sorrow
That spring day the wind swept away the morrow
she stood with her back to me and hung her head
I saw her weak frame jolting and stiffening
and my infant heart was splintered by an invisible arrow.

Her voice was a melody through the reeds, I remember
For fifty years her lips could give only sighs
Unbroken silence shivering beneath frozen skies
Her throat rippled when she looked at my blossoming face
Quivered and quivered in a song of muted melancholy
Then one day away she flew, like a flower, without goodbyes.


Details | Sestina | |

Bastard Child

Like a penny, lost and worthless, woman
mother, and buried within the origin pit, dark
she brought me like a Jezebel into her life of mourning
mistress of the stage and child to horror
born, and off he ran, forced flight my father, loss
the hussy dies but on Edgar lives in awe.

Blood and death and pain feed Poe’s awe.
Why she had done, what soul had she, this woman
leaving him a found fledgling of loss?
“Why, why, bring me into this hellish dark?”
Coal black the pit and pendulum of this zealot father’s horror
the devil’s drink brought penitence and forced, mourning.

“Bastard child!” his stepfather screamed in mourning
as his new Mother looked on in awe.
And, his new brother watched on in horror,
the lash was not spared nor kindness brought by woman.
In the starkness of his mind there was only dark.
Abandoned child, Poe, and his rescuers brought only loss.

“Run, leave, you villains all!” He cried. “There is only loss!”
So on, he wrote into the dark and mourning.
The ink the Prussian blue released the anguish his dark.
Intuition, and superstitious fright will feed him awe.
Cousin, sister, wife, would be his woman
the banshees cry, her bloody death became his horror.

“Alone, alone…” The corbies’s caw brings horror,
but for the devil’s drink, he’s naught but loss........
“Lenore…..” He’ll wall his tainted heart away from woman
and make his blasted soul the start of mourning.
“To hell with you!” He screams at those in awe
of his blank and burned out hulk of dark.

Bricked in or deep within the ripest dark...
“God, so alone……….” He hides in horror,
forlorn, depraved and not at all in awe.
For there is no romance found in loss
no beauteous bounty in the dross of mourning,
no family, friend or wife not tainted, born from woman.

So, Poe lives and dies in awe of the dark. 
Where woman’s deepest depths bring only horror
and loss is all he knows in light of mourning.


Details | Rhyme | |

Joycie

"She is only a heart stop away"

She came to us so tiny,
We could hold her in one hand,
But there wasn't a more loved baby
In the whole of this spacious land.

She lived life to the fullest,
And brought joy to us each day.
The love and delight and awe she wrought,
Is in our hearts to stay.

Her face was the face of an angel,
Her spirit that of an elf.
She asked for no one's pity
And had none for herself.

She was wrapped in a luxury of love,
That cushioned every fall.
It's not the moments of sadness. 
But the happiness we recall.

Just like the light from that long ago star,
Still shining in the sky,
She left a glow that will brighten our way,
Until the day we die.
 
It is not how long the race, they say
But how the race is run
And though she had less than a dozen years,
She made the best of every one.
                                                                         Won 2nd place
By Joyce Johnson 8/28/11   For my namesake granddaughter and   For Constance's contest  "A Poem, Please"


Details | Verse | |

Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”


Details | I do not know? | |

A Poem About A Lonely Birthday Girl

She sits alone on her bed,
Trying to figure it out while scratching her head,
She figures she better go downstairs instead,
She goes down into the diningroom where her sister sits with all her friends.

She feels a tear roll down her face,
as she ran and broke her moms favorite vase,
The cops trying to figure out this case.
They took a step into her room where that gurl had been broken.

Maybe it was her sisters greed, 
or her moms  weed sitting on the table,
That little girl had past unto another round of life,
Her mom knowing, leaving her daughters funeral in strife.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

DEATH SHADOW

DEATH'S SHADOW!

Death has a shadow of an effervescent wall.

A whore is defined but to never exist in the world.
This child is of spirit and soul but death’s shadow savors her.

A girl lies in her resting place,
To sleep and dream up beautiful images.

Where the darkness is light relishes.
Brothels of men appear.

She is only four years point six months old.
Prophecies begin to unfold.

Was she the chosen one?
She does not enjoy what has formed.

She runs into her mother’s room.
Highly favored, she is consoled.

She is held closely until she falls asleep.
Her mother tucks her in.

Phantasm is this girl transition into her spiritual orbs.
She sees each body normal with her bare eyes.

She does not ogle.
Through fear, she embraces slumber.

Dynamism will be known.
Death’s shadow is unveiled.
\___________\______________/
 Penned on December 06, 2014!


Details | Rhyme | |

The Hunger Game

Come little children- come and eat-There’s plenty all scattered about
Stale flat bread and biscuit crumbles -You must dig them out
Banana peelings and lettuce leafs -You may clean the dirt off neat
Perhaps the peelings of a Fu Fu dish- just to make a sweet
Come little one- come and eat- The little child’s belly cries
The flies will lead you to bush meat- the maggots where it lies 
Coconut and cassava cakes- perhaps a little rice
Just below the burning heap where the neighbor’s dead dog lies
The smorgasbord lies beyond the hill-the town’s other side
Forgive the stench- just pass the boneyard -where your nine year old brother died


Details | Narrative | |

Dance Above The Stars

The laughter I see,
is hidden so deep,
a memory of yesterday,
mine to keep.

Those that know you,
or think they do,
can never hold dear,
the days of me, and you.

Saying goodbye,
hurts me so bad,
my eyes now misty,
my heart is so sad.

No one knows,
when time is no more,
eternity takes over,
when we enter Heaven's door.

Sing so joyous,
dance above the stars,
my heart will know peace,
for I know where you are.


Details | Couplet | |

The Ninth Of December

Daddy left Mommy, when I was two
She really didn't know what to do
Four little children under the age of six
Was a situation, she just could not fix

Christmas was coming, she didn't have a dime
The bills were piling up at the same time
She tried to focus on her belief,
Lost the battle and applied for relief

A county program, for the very poor
Barely kept the collectors from our door
So sad she was, by her lack of funds,
She couldn't buy presents, for her little ones

With grandma watching us, she left to go out
She never came home, we were forgot about
I was too young to remember Christmas that year,
It was years, before the whole story, I'd hear

Grandma tried hard to make it right,
She took care of us until Mom returned, one night
Branded in my memory, the day of her return
After nine long months, I would later learn

Mom never mentioned the time she was away
She loved us to the fullest every single day
Twenty-four years quickly flew by
When I think of the day it happened, I cry

God took my mother on the ninth of December
Unexpected, a loss I'll always remember
Going through her belongings, we came across.
A small newspaper article, that intensified the loss

How we found it I will  never know
This plea, with a picture, from so long ago
As I read the article, blurred by my tears
I was transported back, through the years

To a little girl on grandma's knee
Looking at a shabby, Christmas Tree
Crying for her mommy, who wasn't there
While grandma patted her silky hair

Grief, it hit me, no time to hesitate
When I saw the significance of the date
December ninth, the paper, said it all
Memory upon memory, I would recall

Two events, so many years apart
Yet, I could feel the child with a broken heart
Holiday Spirit, sad to say, I had none
Decorating that year without the usual fun

Mommies little tree, on a table it sat
Her homemade ornaments, and a tree mat
Going through the motions, I have to admit
All I wanted to do, was quit

Events don't shape us, they make us learn
Even grief, has its turn
Memories of a Christmas, thirty years past
Impressions, they fade, but still last


By Karla Null~Godsgift~

Your "Saddest" Christmas Ever Contest

Sponsored by Constance LaFrance~A Rambling Poet~










Details | Couplet | |

Scars left behind

Gone was this edifice

Gone, sunk down the abyss


Memories only remain

Memories to keep me sane


To cherish them I shall

For such is my call


Ode to this great man

Who gave me a good stand


My favorite, among the elders

His death caused me to seek the avengers


Lonely, desolate and abandoned

His absence makes me so scorned


Gone was this great man

Seen as having an evil hand


He loved the child I was

And left me maimed with scars!


Name : Anoucheka Gangabissoon


Details | Lyric | |

Im Sorry

I hope you remember all of the bad things you have done so far
I hope you still have the chance to fix them 
Im sorry it took me forever to write this letter to you
Ive been meaning to save you from what your about to become
For some reason i cant get a grip on it
I dont know what i want to say
I dont know how to help you
Im about to tell you about some of the things you are about to do
Right now your 16
Right now you are sitting on your bed listening to music
Reading a book on your favorite band
Smoking that cigarette
That will soon get you into all the other things that causes more problems for you
Try to avoid the guy you are about to let into your life
Remember that your not allowed to talk to strangers
Remember your mom told you that when you were 7
Its about time you listen to her
You will meet a girl
And you will end up hurting her
Dont take her to that club 
Where your band is about to play
Your not good at singing
And your bass playing still needs some work
Dont embarass yourself
It lowers your self esteem
And you will try to committ suicide
Multiple times
But dont worry 
It doesnt work
So stop trying to 
Kill yourself
Remember the night when you ran away
And went to go live with your aunt
Yea...
Shes about to kick you out
Look under your bed
You will find 500 dollars
You put it there when you were young
You forgot 
Thats why im writing you
Remember it
Take it and use it wisely
Dont use it on the drugs 
Dont use it on the beer
Use it towards a better future
So then i dont have to write this letter again.

12-13-12


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Grandad's Missing

There's a void, now
Where once a steadfast heart beat time
The soul in perfect harmony with life's uncertain pulse
With those who clambered eagerly in solace or in joy
To scale that mighty pinnacle
The Rock, within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
But marvel at the structure, the firmness of the ground beneath
The strata richly layered with wisdom of generations past
A fault free seam constructing firm foundations
Binding those within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
A hollow cavern 
echoing the anger and the pain
Trust time; it has no fear of finite elements
The source of unremitting pain
Within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
So fill the emptiness and catalogue the memories
Harvesting the richness of their meaning
The fullness of the seed sown long ago
To bloom forever within the bosom of the family


Details | Free verse | |

Pride and Predators

Even predators have mothers
and with the soft mewling eyes of infancy
they search, search for the breast of mother
the beak, the tooth, the talon, the claw…
Children worldwide hunger.
The small weak voices and stone dead eyes calling out
to those who have…
Mothers making stone soup.
Mothers giving of their own body the last
remnants of harsh life as the haves
go on safari’s or to zoos to
feed the animals.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Hero died today

It was very early in the morn
The news not good, in depths forlorn

Memories of you dressed in your army best
A hero to me a father better than all the rest

Mom would play the piano and sing Daddy's little girl
I cried each time I heard it, my emotions in a whirl

No hero can be perfect the war had taken its toll
Alcohol had become an addiction to fill that empty hole

It stole so much time from us all, the years they flew right bye
A VA doctors test messed you up then they sent you home to die

Another hospital then another again you went to die in ICU
More than three weeks on life support with IV's arms all black and blue

I was glad to get to see you,have the chance to hold your hand
My own still much smaller than my hero's, who's life had not seemed grand

I wish I could have been there today before you passed away,I had a few words I really
wanted to say
I love you dad and always will and happy fathers day

This poem is dedicated to my father who passed early this morning fathers day 2010


Details | Blank verse | |

Mommy You're Gone Now

when I as 7 and would hold mommy's hand
everywhere I went, I
thought nothing bad could ever happen.
mommy's here, you're safe.
Mommy, you're gone now and 
I'm not safe anymore 
Where are you 
you never told me that you were leaving 
and that my own brother was capable of hurting me.
what am I going to do when dad comes home drunk 
and gets violent again? 
Mommy you're gone now
I'm not safe anymore


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heart shaped box

Sitting cross legged on the floor
He pulls out the heart shaped box from underneath his bed
Opening the top and laying it on the floor
He looks inside the heart shaped box
Finding old pictures
Broken memories
And regrets of his own
He looks through the pictures
Gasping when he finds what he's been looking for
An old picture of him as a child
Glaring at the picture 
He sees an old man in the background
Bringing back horrible memories
Of the old man beating him
The old man wasn't old
But acted old
he quickly shuts the box and puts it underneath his bed
His mother walks up the stairs
"ready ?" she asks
He gets up on his two feet and walks downstairs with her
They gather there things
And walk out to the vehicle
She slams the door and starts the car
The boy sits in the seat and watches the view
As there driving by
The reached the destination
They both get out of the car
she holds a tissue in her right hand
The young boy walks up the stairs 
He sees a whole bunch of people
Standing around a coffin
The old man's funeral
The boy walks up to the casket
Stares at the old man
The boy touches the old man's hand and smiles


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Last Sonnet



Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.


Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.


Details | I do not know? | |

From Then To Now

Hand in hand we walked 
together into Reception
Nothing could stop us and 
together we were three
James and I LARP-ed Doctor 
Who for fun
We talked and laughed for 
hours
Because no stress was in our 
way
Anna and I smiled and laughed
And jumped on our bouncy 
castle
With nothing dividing us.

Side by side we walked 
together into Year 6
Some stranger stopped them to 
talk and broken we were alone
James and I talked about 
Doctor Who for fun
And we talked and kissed for 
hours
But misunderstanding broke us 
up
Anna and I still smiled and 
laughed
And joked about our bouncy 
castle
But secondary school was going 
to divide us.

With no one there I walked 
alone into Year 7
And a stranger became my 
friend and together we were 
two
Violet and I both loved Doctor 
Who
And James found Dominic
So James and I talked for mere 
minutes
And school started pulling us 
apart
Anna and I still laughed and 
smiled
Still promising to be friends 
Never letting it divide us

Suffocating and drowning I 
walked into Year 9
Hating how I was and feeling 
alone
Katie and Chloe were so pretty
And Violet so funny and all 
were better than me
James and I hardly talked or 
saw each other
But we still made the most of 
our friendship
As we were like family, stress 
couldn’t break us apart
Anna and I laughed but I did 
not smile genuinely
Because the bouncy castle was 
long gone
And our schools were beginning 
to divide us

Dead yet breathing I stand 
right now
And I hate who am I and every 
single detail
Fights broke us up and pulled 
us apart
So I can feel Katie, Violet and 
Chloe
Falling further out my reach
James moved house to a place 
unknown
And blamed me for never 
talking to him
But really it was because of my 
ex who was a girl
It was for something beyond 
my control
Anna and I were still friends; 
only by a thread
As she did not know about me
And how school broke me apart

So this is me now; I’m all alone
No longer the smiling young girl 
of reception
The only person talking to me 
is me
And the voice in side my head
You see; they all left me and 
always will
So now the only call I answer
Is that of my blades
And the darkness
That is constantly
Pulling me
Down


Details | I do not know? | |

Blank Page

i'm a blank page
empty
waiting for someone 
to leave their mark
empty
words fill the page
my life's words
marred by scars inflicted
by another
gashes, cuts
but still empty
but wish it wasn't 
pieces are torn and lost 
words faded and worn
stains of blood and tears
fill the spaces
a filthy piece of paper
and yet it's still empty


Details | Blank verse | |

Mirror

As mirrors shatter,
so have I.
As hearts shatter,
so have I,
but when shattered mirror and shattered heart meet,
the brokenness can no longer need deny.

As shards of reflection fall to the ground
I try to catch pieces of battered childhood.
As silence engulfs a tearless child, no uttering of a sound,
slips away from hidden memories all that is good.
Her hands are cut and tears of scarlet fall
to a floor that felt no tears where love had once stood.

As dust and ashes cover wounds bleeding,
so has her mind done to her heart.
As it covers all evidence of someone her silent screams heeding
of a father so unexpectedly from her life depart
the light bursts into her mourning soul,
the mirror an image of her life and joy apart.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

grand-fathers,
colleagues,
boyfriends,
husbands,
nephews,
brothers,
partners,
fathers,
uncles,

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


Details | Haiku | |

Carnations

Rows of carnations
children grab, defying rule
time withers with them.


© ~JSLambert  2011


Details | Rhyme | |

Bruno Sits

This is something I wrote after the death of my daughter (1995).  Bruno was her pride and joy and he sat in a rocking chair in her room for many years after.  I've revised it somewhat.  Unfortunately, my husband has also died since, so now we're down to two.  Now Colette's little girl, Grace loves Barbies

Bruno Sits Bruno sits in a rocking chair as though she’s coming hither. He's just a battered old Christmas bear but I remember that winter. Our girls didn’t know we searched at night as Santa’s helpers filled with delight. Jeannie, loved bears. Barbies delighted Colette. We bumped into Ken driving Barbie’s corvette. Suddenly looking at us with two beady eyes, was the biggest toy bear we'd seen in our lives. On Christmas day, Jeannie gasped at that bear Colette loved her vet We were all there. Now Bruno sits and sit so do I. I know Jeannie’s not coming. Bruno can’t say goodbye. Bruno will wait and we'll not forget Not I. Not papa. Not our darling Colette. We’ll see her again wherever it be. Now Jeannie’s adieu. We’re lonely as three. ©June 5, 2001 K.McL.Collins


Details | Rhyme | |

My Dad

My dad passed away when I was nine
That it didn't make me feel fine
I have pictures of him
Which always makes me grin
I have some memories
But not so many
I miss him everyday and night
Which I think of him with delight
He was way to young
For him to be gone
It's been so long ago since he left us so dear
I love him always and true
Theres no other dad like him so true


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Grief

Afraid alone, no comfort to hold
Empty she tries to hide her life deep inside
No solace to seek, No friend to find
One life, one mother who’s bitter and cold

One faithful day a friend appears
Finds a comfort she sort for many years
But still dazed mother is the source of her fears
Cry she does, as long as nobody at home hears

He gave her his family when she none
Gave her love, she saw only in dreams
Her mother did not see what it means
A premature labour that turn her mum numb

She turned to drugs to cope with the pain
It turned her violent, her child she blamed
Blood on the table, forever stained
Two broken hearts, only one remains 
----------------------------------------------------------------

Inspired by Heart on a Chain by Cindy C Bennett


Details | Haiku | |

Life Of Death

Death is now Alive
Kid Conceived Deceased
A rebel of life


Details | Classicism | |

Only Death Can Tear Us Apart

Your always in my heart & head,
 I still can't believe ur dead. We may
be miles & miles apart 
but I feel ur still close because I keep you 
always in my heart, 
Death was the only thing that could ever
keep us apart.


Details | Free verse | |

YOU NOW BELONG TO HEAVEN

I was waiting for you
With an open arms
Your arrivals was such a happiness
That I was longing for
You left this world
Before you even seen it
This was the deepest sorrow
I ever had
It really tear me apart
I had so many dreams for you
That just gone with the wind
Without achieving anything
The bible says...
...never ask the Lord why
But, everything that happens
Happen for a reason
I never get the chance 
To tell you that I Love you
Neither to hold in my arms
I never had the chance
To prove to you 
That I am your protector
Your role model
A shoulder for you to cry on
Someone that you can rely on
I was so happy to receive 
A new born in our family
But the day that I welcome you
Was that same day that I say...
...goodbye, farewell to you forever
You now belong to heaven
May your soul rest in peace
You will always be love and missed sadly
May the Good Lord
Bless and keep you always



I wrote this poem for my little sister who died during birth.



Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

He Choose to Grow Weak

Please make me understand
Why we do the things we do
If you are cheerful, you feel good
If you are sad you hurt all over (Proverb 17: 22)

How can we help you?

If we didn’t know how you feel
You suppress; you kept it all bottle inside
Somewhere you hide, and you cried,
Why didn’t you come inside from that dark lonely place?
Asking others for help isn’t a disgrace.

Life is like a bend tree, it only stand tall when
The winds calms down, however, it toss and turn 
When the Wind becomes strong

 Why did you come in from that dark lonely place?
 Like a proud, tall tree, he snaps
Asking for help wasn’t a booby trap
Bearing it alone was a choice to grow weak.
Once again he was a toddler and a bit meek

He said. “Mommy I am a big boy now”
“I can do it all by myself.  So he murdered
Innocent little kids…


Details | Rhyme | |

Drenched in Silence

Unbearable thoughts barreling through my head
Decaying in this silent chamber...
Where I desperately cry for help

Words come out useless...I have no capability to yelp
They haven't collapsed in the hands of the unforgiving jail-keeper
This pain grows in my bones...making me weaker
No one bothers to consider me
Circulated by envious glory
That snicker at my carrion body as it drops in dripping failures
Dragged by the sickening thought of living with jailers
As if i had no outlook to life...

I'm still placed in this cold-heartened chamber
Because I'm drenched in silence...
haunted by the deafening atmosphere 
sensing a load of terrorized fear

Shame embraced me, never leaving my presence
Cautious of the hovering thoughts,
transforming itself into my dreadful, panicky past

This hopelessness doesn't seem to matter
In this chamber of deceitfulness

Someday...hopefully Someday...
This silent chamber will shatter 

For now,  I'll abide in this loathsome,
silent chamber 
Until God, My  Savior, will shatter this wretched place
Into smithereens 

                                                                                         
                            

	


Details | Lyric | |

UNFOLD

The pain of change as it unfolds
Is oft a tale that stays untold
What is seen is a whole creature
not deep holes in the feature
nor concrete soles that makes his feet hurt

It all begins with a soft kiss
He is walking with a false bliss
Only following in paw prints
But the nature of mom's lips
Is to rob him of all innocence

Trapped in warm spindles of fear
A wrapped life form kindles in here
Four years bound to shingles of moss
Time to leave this life of sloths
Break free like that of a moth
and Rise again like Christ on the cross


Details | Quatrain | |

Gone But Not Forgotten

I remember it now
Not all, but enough
To understand how
I am afraid to accept love

Because some love hurts
Especially the kind you gave
The kind nobody deserves
The kind that plants the seed of hate

It matters little if you feel remorse
Your guilt could never ease my pain
The damage you did cannot be reversed
I still wear the residue of shame

And you will never have my forgiveness
My hatred will be your only companion
As you lie upon your deathbed
Feeling frightened and abandoned

You still won't even have my pity
Pathetic as you are
All you will ever be is what you did to me
As I will always bear these ugly scars


Details | Free verse | |

To live, flightless birds

A single branch, clawed and pecked, fickle and straining,
Lonely Nestling and father, paw and peck at their home
Lonely branch, spasms in the wind
Nestling and father paw and peck, yearn and whimper
These Flightless Birds, on a fickle branch

Young nestling skitters to the branch’s edge
Peers over on to sightless depths
Shivers, ruffles withered feathers
Spreads tousled wings
And loosens fast aging down
Stretches till overgrown talons graze the edge
Like endless days before, Craning aching neck 
Eyes devouring the scene with a famished hunger-
And whimpers
Turns to father and warbles in longing,
A sight that speaks of flight
Dreams of swimming amidst the clouds
To leave
-slightest breeze carries words...   
to live

The father, neck cramped, tilted, eyes swivelling to and fro
Cooing and cawing, talons pawing
A slight breeze, decrepit feathers hauled away in swarms
A forlorn sight that reeks of abandoned dreams 

Warbling, cooing and cawing, pleading and pawing
Pecking in apprehension, neck swivelling to and fro in exasperation
“To leave father! To stretch my wings
Lift from them the smell of rot and loss
To fly father”

“To fall! To fall, and to die!”

-Wind whispers,
To fall, to soar, and to live
Nestling shuffles to the edge, 
Settles down amidst aching joints and a teetering ledge
Peers down onto sightless depths
-they bellow to him
To fall, to fly, to Die!
Fall and flutter amidst a shower of feathers
Cramping wings crooked and futile
To swirl into freedom carried by the stench of inevitability
To fall, to fly, to die
Little Nestling whimpers, nothing so glorious about death
nothing so glorious without flight...

Whimpers, shuffles forward, talons pricking oblivion
Ruffles feathers, settles down
Nestling wavers, branch bending
Rotting down tickles his beak, claws dig deeper into branch
Eyes feasting on sightless depths
Endless fears...
They scream to him
To sit, to dream to fly...
To sit, to dream of revitalized wings
Stretching across the sky, an unveiling of freedom
The shattering of chains every morning, with a stretch of wings
The exercise of freedom
to sit and dream
to live

to sit at the edge of that tottering branch
creaking and bending under a restless and aging body
peering over into the sky, where fickle wings will not go
and with dreams, with dreams lift off this branch
and fly, where body cannot
and live


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Demon Whispers


Brains excreting pictures
dreams
stories

"Chia Pet Poets" 
exploring emotional trade winds
escaping reality 
for SIX minutes
returning
for seconds
entranced 
for SIX hours
thunder
from fingers
for days
therapy
for nights
grins hidden deep 
beneath booger eyelids
crusted
wipe clean morning's green sleep 
disappearing dried dreams
wetting the head 
in bed 
freeing sick insecurities 
exiled 
for years
horror flicks 
on repeat 
since haunted childhood
frozen within vaults 
SIX feet thick 
sledgehammer 
wrecking ball rehabilitation 
cannot promise demolition 
for good...
diffusing demon whispers


Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Children, Sleep

To the Newtown Children

A poet cries with broken heart

Look thine hearts be washen clean with death,
God knows how hastily can be
By an unfitting goodly young man
Become just another evil’s killer.
Take thou no mean of life
That so tenderly and small
Arranged now along that cold room
Where a hundred of parents
Like you and I look on poor children that thou think:
One day they shall be a doctor or a thinker like us.
To understand really why the hungry death
Has to do for their final journey in front of this sickness?

O, children! American children! My children!
I warn thee in all my heart and soul
That could not happen so earlier on life
And where thou cast the peace and saint in the kindness of grace
Take care of them from danger, thou take for a leaf
And makes my heart bleeding every one like us become angry
How in this heavenly nation this massive fate could occur?

Hold me fast in thine embrace God,
Where my despair cannot be silenced,
Let you and me and everyone else to knee and cross
Our fingers against our chest and pray for them,
Give them, Lord, thy blessing give,
Pray for them and mother as well,
And I shall finish this poem with trembled
Fingers and tears cascading over this bloody
Sheet as an awaken wind has just blown it from me.


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Take Me Back

Take me back to my days with you
Are you listening to my prayers O’ Mother
I want to rush into your arms and play
To see you lift me like a feather

I sneak into your clothes like old
You scold me and fight like a child
I crib and cry, you take me in your lap
Sharing with me, little stories with claps

Where are you, My Dear Mother
I glance up at the starry sky
You cannot leave me behind O Mother
This place is hell, I want to fly

Why do those live, who dump their child
Yet call themselves Mothers
Why should you leave when I need you
You cant do this to me O’ Mother

Tomorrow when I will awake,
Will I not hear your gentle tone?
I think not for my heart will break,
With thoughts that are still so unknown.

Oh, tell me, Mother, tell me now!
Please give me answers that I seek
So tell me why and tell me how
Now who will listen when I speak?


Details | Epic | |

Young Cronus

YOUNG CRONUS	(5.7.09)

My father decided he wanted his children		
buried, and left for dead.
But my mother, Gaea, both fair and true,
spared her children instead.
So I met with my selfish father,
where, by Gaea, we both were led,
and, holding the sickle she gave me,
this is what I said:

"Hello, dearest father.
I'm glad that you came. After years without you, 		
I know how you feel about us.				
I just hope you know:  We feel the same about you."

"But we are not here to argue.
I came here to say good bye."
He knew farewells were in order,
but he did not yet, know why.
I explained our situation,
as my siblings stood idly by,
saying, "If you don't want to have children,
you cannot be swayed, so I won't even try.
But its too late to go back now.
You cannot erase my family and I.
So that leaves us only one option,
and that's why I'm saying goodbye."

"Goodbye, worthless father.
I'm glad that you came.  Now pay what is due. 			
We know how you feel about us,
and now you know how we feel about you."

He regretted the seeds he had sewn,
so, in charity, I reaped his remorse.
I swung my sickle pure and precise,
with such fervent and furious force;
His blood was late to react to the wound,
and that which was lost by means of divorce,
found it's new home in the deep, dark, blue ocean-
unable to ever return to it's source.

	Together with most of my brothers and sisters,
	there seemed to be no better fit
	than to send him away, as he would have sent us;
	to the bottomless Tartarus pit.

"Goodbye, worthless father.
I'm glad that you came, and you paid what was due.
We knew how you felt about all of us,
so we showed you just how we all feel about you." 	

"Farewell forever, father.
I'm glad that you're gone, and I'll never atone.		
Know that your fear was what you created,
as I take my seat in what once was your throne."


Details | I do not know? | |

Too Late to Say

I can smell the pies a baking
Upon the warmest summer day
Even with windows wide open
It’s a scent not gone away

She was there before the changing
Making food just like before
But once the afternoon had come
It was the bottle, wanted more

Now there were many of us still under
Yeah, under the roof she called her own
But, to this child who knew no better
This was my mom and too my home

Despite the angry, angry bottle
That turned her feelings dark and gray
I knew my mother forever loved me 
Though I wished my mom away

How sad I am today
That the bottle
Made me wish my mom away

Many years were cast upon us
I had grown into a family man
A hard working, white collar worker
Trying to do the very best I can

With my wife standing beside me
I have strength to look back and see
My misinterpreted emotions
And all my mother meant to me

She was here to see my children
She tried to make up for all she did
But all she had ever wanted, really
Was to be happy and to live

For she had so many children
I was the youngest of her ten
Yeah, I was my mother’s baby
But I never knew what it really meant

Until now that I’m a father
And sometimes things, they get so tough
It’s so easy to dive into a bottle
But, it’s love that makes one stop

She did that for my children
But, I never really saw her change
And never had the chance to tell her
All my feelings, cause it got too late

My mother left this world not long ago
She met my dad on Heaven’s floor
My only sadness is I never told her
That I couldn’t have loved her more

That I was thankful for all her loving
All the gifts she had given me
For her teachings of life in general
And my family’s history

I was grateful for her changing
But not the woman that she was
She was perfect in that way


Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Sexteen

I saw evil last night
evil in the form of a sweet fleshed beauty,
evil in the form of sparkling eyes
with the sweetest of serpent’s tongue.

I saw evil, perhaps, not in its entirety;
for as with goodness, evil is an abundant
and all consuming well.
So young, so stained by herself and others
this child daily sought the flame, 
stealing from anyone, anything she could.

The fragile translucent moth 
to the kitten’s lick, evil beyond bounds.
Her beauty a narcotic, evil bathed in jasmine
giving kisses to gain access to her own drugs of choice.
Failure’s false excuses for actions, fresh sexual pleasures;
lured with ribald sensation, lured with filthy lucre.

I saw flames leap from the eyes of the sweetest face,
recalling the pill vials abundance and place;
recalling the ease of reach.

I saw her thrusting tongue-tip, lick and leap.
I saw drool come at the corner of her strawberry pink lips.
The lips she would let his aged sick body kiss,
all for the high, his legal drugs would bring.
She stay. She’d F…. She’d give him everything.
He didn't pay in money, surely there was no crime?

So near death, he’d pray.
“Lord God please heal me.” He’d say.
She’d smile and the horned corners of her lips would rise.
And he’d seek life’s affirmation between her thighs.
She’d stay………’till he died.

Contest: Genius or Criminal [Obviuosly, Criminal]


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Father

Looking through his old pictures
Him as a child
His dad was at an early age
He wishes for more then just an image
Closing his eyes
Trying to picture his dad
Where is his dad now?
Wishing to see beyond the face
A tear falls unto the picture
Running down unto his lap
He longs for more then 
just a word upon a letter
His dad has written him
Longing for his fathers existence
For the relationship he wished he had
He awaits for the next letter
He never receives
Falling upon his knees
Tears Crawling down his face
Wanting to know his father better



Details | I do not know? | |

I Pray You're in Heaven

I never really told you how much I love you In fact, I waited way too long Time was an enemy; you were up there in years And naturally, you had to move on When I was a child, I thought you a monster I often times wished you away When voices got loud and that darkness set in In that moment, I’d cry and I’d pray I prayed you to Hell; didn’t know better Hoped God was listening that day But, I had grown up and witnessed your change Which prompted me too late to say I pray you’re in Heaven Instead of in Hell God loves you as He loves me, too I was a young child So scared of you, then If you hear me, please know this as true Hell is the place Where I would remain If angels had you under wing I’d suffer the fires Being happy there, too To know that God let you in I’m sorry I waited and now with regrets I hope you can hear me this day May you be looking and down from the clouds From up there in Heaven, I pray Your sin was your struggle, the bottle had won And I, I just couldn’t see That despite all the yelling and fear that I had You were still the best mother to me I pray you’re in Heaven Instead of in Hell God loves you as He loves me, too I was a young child So scared of you, then If you hear me, please know I love you


Details | Lyric | |

Hold On, Beautiful

I took a breath
And closed my eyes
Forever dreaming
Can you see me tonight?
Is it beautiful?
Tell me it's beautiful.

I took a chance
And closed my mind
I'm done dreaming
Did you make it there alright?
And is it beautiful?
Tell me it's beautiful.

I'm sitting here fighting back all the tears and emptiness
Holding onto memories and words I was afraid to speak
You touched my life
You were the bravest soul
Do you hear me cry?
I'm not letting go
Not yet, no not yet
Just hold on

Felt betrayed
Felt denied
Felt myself screaming "Why?!"
Felt your hand
Felt the tears
Felt the deepest of my fears
Felt the rain
Felt the night
You never meant to lose the fight
It'll be alright
Is it beautiful?
Tell me it's beautiful!

I'm sitting here fighting back all the tears and emptiness
Holding onto memories and words I was afraid to speak
You touched my life
You were the bravest soul
Do you hear me cry?
I'm not letting go
Not yet, no not yet
Just hold on

I'm sitting here fighting back all the tears and emptiness
Holding onto memories and words I was afraid to speak
You touched my life
You were the bravest soul
Do you hear me cry?
I'm not letting go
Not yet, no not yet
Just hold on

Is it beautiful?
Tell me it's beautiful
Is it beautiful... Where angels fly?


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

They said her time had come- Death by insurance

They said her time had come
No place to run
No place to hide
No time for fun
Just an empty vessel inside
Going through the motions
Numb.
Overwhelming emotions
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Evil coats
She wants to run
She desires to have fun
Not understanding why she can not play
It is now the month of May
Another denial letter
Another denial to get better
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Why such looks of sorrow?
She doesn’t understand
For there is always tomorrow
Evil coats
She takes a breath
Smelling all of the flowers
No place to hide
Now literally an empty vessel inside
They said her time had come

Her time had come
Her bald head 
Just four years old
She looks to comfort from her mom and dad
Why do they look so sad?
Evil coats drag them away 
She never got that chance to go out and play
Beep. Beep. Beeep.. Bleeeeep….. 
The room floods with long white coats
Now to heaven this little girl floats
Her time had come

They said her time had come
She was just a name
No money, undeserving of fame
Easy for her to be denied
If only the suits had looked her in the eyes
Who is to blame? 
Sent to the free clinic
Now dead at four
No insurance
Ooops! What a shame…
She could have been saved
Now two parents at her grave
Once a happy family, now destroyed
Because THEY said her time had come


Details | Quintain (English) | |

One Day

Listen to me
For this day you die
You hurt me
So you shall cry

Not today
Not tomorrow
But one day
You will feel my sorrow

You've made me a fool
You've made me rot
You've been so cruel
My pain you brought

Now you know how i truly feel
So before me you will kneel
It might be the pain
That drove me insane

To you its a game
But i feel the same
So forth this day
My pride i will claim

This is not the end of my rant
For the demons inside will still chant
You think it's the end
But it's just the start

For i no longer have a heart

Since i no longer have a heart
Your pain is about to start
As i watch your life break and bend
I make sure your pain will never end

On this day
You will pay
For making me
Feel this way


Details | I do not know? | |

The White of Your Eyes

As I look at the whites of your eyes
I feel horror, fear rumbling inside me.

I grind my teeth together when I see you walking.

I fear you, I fear when you talk, shout, when you raise your hand.

I'v always feared you, but no more.
The fear I had of you I turned it into courage.

Now I no longer fear you.
I laugh when you raise your hand, when you shout.

Cuz the only thing I see you as...
Is a dead man walking.

And now your in the ground where you belong.


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Details | I do not know? | |

I'm Letting Go

Far beyond the edges of my reasoning a beautiful dream stood…waiting to come true
A dream erected up from cold dusty earth to the searing proximity of the sun
A star like dream, one built from hopes, aspirations and wishes
One whose light is drawn in and out from other stars
In its shadow lays the memory of soft spoken goodbyes and gentle kisses 
I have led my life on the side lines too afraid to repeat your mistakes
See I learned the hard way what not to break
The shattered pieces of her heart lay across the living room floor
I have learned also then how to find my way across the battlefield of broken vows
Because growing up when you’re being pushed back and forth between
What you got and what you wanted makes you question
The truths that are your foundation
You start to see cracks in the, ‘I love you’s’ and ‘I miss you’s’ 
And notice the fractures between the, ‘You are my worlds” and the “I can’t live without you’s’
See this father is why my heart has no door even to let me in
Because I live in the consequence of these lessons that you teach
But father know that you are a dream among dreams
A dream whose quarter is rooted in reality
And whose walls I built an inch from fantasy
You are a dream whose ends touch the circumference of the hole that you left
Your razor blade edges cut the inside of my mind and shows up as scars in my personality
But you kept my world and heart from falling apart
Now you are gone…


Where he used to be, God please put a new morning and the fragrance of cherry blossoms in
Spring, let the sunshine in and with it reasons to smile, let me hear the laughter of my
soul and give me PEACE
Amazing, calming, PEACE where there was none. 
Amen


Details | Imagism | |

Embrace

They ride the good dragon-cloud towards warm light
While wistful wind was a wrongdoer on the hollow hill
Wrapped woven from the wounds and wrath`s night, 
The wood will wear white woolly witness of the windmill.

Hoarfrost hitch-hikes and hoists with hoarse hood,
Drumming beat of hobble of the army`s fatal feet,
Far away from the glow-worms of their childhood;
Friends fumble the glassware where they might meet.

Falteringly frogs of fancy jump towards the lake’s glass; 
Orphan souls sit on the steps of hope in winter`s time
They scrutinize the frozen sky of hope to find the rhyme 
Of the verse from the other side they want to happily pass.


Details | Free verse | |

life now

the life that you have now 
is the one you will cry over when you are removed from it 
it happens that many lives are taken 
away from the now and when we lived 
the can’t grow fast enough is bicycle hard to catch up to 
crispy in leaves, and, bare under the bark


Details | Monorhyme | |

No One Told Me

No One Told Me
A cement block is tied to my heart
Need a running start
At night my voice carries like a lark
Death’s arrow has hit its mark
My life is so dark
The side of the ocean is full of sharks
Some days I feel like such a tart
I used to be such a sweetheart
No one told me life would be so hard.


Details | Lyric | |

Alive

Have you ever noticed how a paint brush dries out
After two minutes of just sitting there?
Kind of like how you have been drawing for 10 
years and all of a sudden you forget how to
You lost all your techniques
And you move on and find something better
like the lyrics you used to write in school
Thinking one day you'll sing them to the world
And when you finally get a band together
Someone got grounded and everything falls apart
like that time when you did drugs
Thinking it would solve your problems
But it just made them worse
Like a friend
Telling you how to live your life
And tell you what you should and should not do
Its like the first time you felt alive
Holding her hand and being close to her
Then she goes away
And you are forced start all over again
without her


Details | Couplet | |

Fur Ball

<               my little girl came to me and asked for a pet
                 to me my heart just hasn't been quite set

                 but who could resist those baby brown eyes
                 and all those little wimpers and desirable sighs

                 so off we went in our broken down wagon
                 where the rear end you could tell was sagging

                 to petland is where we went
                 pocketbook really took a dent

                 odie and garfield was their chosen names
                 two bunny hampsters very different but the same

                 oh my little girl was not yet done
                 said mama we need hampster ball so they can have alot of fun

                  and don't forget their bedding liners
                  so their living will be much finer

                  but first you must buy them their cage
                  oh my little girl is quite smart for her age

                  she knows they like fruit and snacks
                  so she doubled order with ten sacks


                   ring ring ring ding ding ding
                   did it's cash register ever so did sing


                   eighty five fifty
                   well ain't that nifty


                   handed lady one hundred
                   mumbling under breath was said


                   left store in a hurry
                   with our clothes looking so dam fury




Written By Katherine Stella  7/3/11

Entry For Francine Robert's
Pick A Pet Contest
G.L. All


Details | Free verse | |

Our Love

Our Love (written in the style of spoken word)

My world eclipsed itself in the shadow of your moon
In the fading of your breath, the gasp of your final death
blacked out to me was the image of your last re-birth
Visions of your glory blind to my infantile sight
I cried out to God "take me lord, for to take my light
is to leave me unto darkness."

Crippled and shamed I crawled to my side
and wept to feel the fingers of your memory
sweep my hair from my cheek
As a child I raged that all he left of you for me
was the ghost of a life losing vitality in time
The world was numb but for the pain
and I rolled in the evanescence of it
wrapped like a proud shawl of mourning
that in this right I would sacrifice
and pay dignitary to what I failed you in
If I could have died, I would have born your stripes
I would have carried your cross
and welcomed the nails home
that all I could have of you 
was the agony
of your leaving...

My Mother I felt your tears too
as I felt in them in your fading
I felt the trails of your sorrow 
as you wept for your baby
Just as your comforts were
love and despair in one
 to me
(for how could I know your life lived in me)
	your regrets were mine misery 
then my comprehension of a Mothers love was foriegn.
Your presence drove me mad
Your death erased my dreams
and your life fed my memories.

Some where the blackness of years
numbned-greyed and I breathed
Some where in a moment I could not name
your presence gave me stregnth as I accepted
the world I now lived

But the majic of the moon faded, 
the faith you gave me staled
the world spun because God commanded
but my heart beat because you breathed it

God is a jealous God, I whispered
Is my loss my punishment for loveing her the more?
The tears trickled to moisture and days cycled into years
and I listened to your whisper, feather kisses
tucking me to sleep, some where in the depths
of the self I did not know, you loved, you prayed

You wept for my loss and yours, but you loved
you held me at night when I longed for you
you cheered for my each new step
and when I first held my son I heard in my  heart your first words to me
" My baby, My Baby' 
so then I understood and gave them to him

In learning this new love of my life I began to understand
not your death, but your life, your love, and why you still 
hold me and miss me as I miss you
but I hear you, I hear him
and I see my son I thank you both


Details | Free verse | |

The Day Our World Changed

I lay in bed last night thinking of 
 everything and nothing, as I often do.
  For some reason or maybe for no reason,
    I thought of playing on my slip-and-slide 
     when I was a little girl.
In Florida, summer lasts from April until October.
We were always looking for ways to cool off.
That memory led to another and another. 
I remembered our neighborhood.
It came to life everyday with the sound of children's laughter.
Now, I often sit by my window hearing the silence of children 
indoors playing video games. Safe behind locked doors.
Occasionally, the birds come out to play 
or I hear a bull frog croak.
Squirrels run across our fence line searching for places to hide their treasures.
(The neighbor leaves out peanuts for them. The squirrels appreciate the gesture.)   
When I was a little girl, I caught grasshoppers and lizards, but not frogs. 
I didn't like frogs. 
I thought of my succession of childhood bicycles.
I felt free as I zigzagged through the street
riding with the wind in my hair and the sun on my face.
I haven't felt that free in a long time.
In those days, I never felt lonely.
I could always find a friend to share a secret with 
right outside my door.  
Our parents never thought they would send us outside to play
and never see us again. 
The neighborhood was our playground.
Until the day a young boy disappeared from a shopping mall
only ten miles from my childhood home. 
He was kidnapped, killed and decapitated.
I was eleven years old. Our world changed.  
On my playground, shadows lurked and everyone was a stranger. 
I cried when I saw the picture of the little boy 
with the baseball cap and toothless grin. 
My brother was the same age as that little boy. He had nightmares for a while.
I was eleven years old. Our world changed.   


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
for Debbie Guzzi's Fear contest
Second place finish


Details | Rhyme | |

Ultimate Betrayal

Ultimate Betrayal Two years ago my son family came for a weekend Elated, I prepared the house for their comfort to tend Within one hour of his arrival I heard a scream of terror He seized and stopped breathing with a heart error Pounding on his chest, I gave CPR, screaming Oh God take me His babies watched in fright, my heart sank at what they could see I lost him that day he was forty years old. Flashbacks played as my blood ran cold His wife took the children and shut our family out A selfish betrayal of jealousy came about We have not seen the children for two years now Damaging our hearts and bruising our brow I suffer from two terminals, knowing what will be Their sweet little faces again, I will never see Betrayed by one who I loved very much I lost them all that day, with that last final touch. Carole Cookie Arnold 02/16/2010


Details | Prose Poetry | |

My One And Only Better Half

Sitting here in the darkness,
To afraid to even speak,
My heart sunk into my chest,
My body felt so weak,
Grabbed by the back of my head,
Thrown down two flights of stairs,
Punch over and over in my stomach,
But still you only see a blank stare,
Nothing but silence,
As I'm dragged acrossed the floor,
The only thing thats going threw my head,
Is what would happen if I try and race to the door,
He grabbed his weight belt,
Hitting me in the back as hard as he could,
I laid there taking the beating,
Just like every other night I would,
But this time it was different,
I was laying in a puddle of blood,
I seen him take off running,
He even slipped in fell in the mud,
I finally got some relief knowing,
that my beating finally ended,
But I didnt know this was going to happen,
This is not what I intended, 
I was rushed to the hospital that night,
Gave birth when I was only fifteen,
7 months old lived for 36 minutes,
His lungs started to crash his breathing was unseen,
The hardest day of my life,
Was holding my child in my arms,
Knowing that he didnt deserve this,
He deserved no harm,
I blamed myself for many years,
Screaming why didn't I fight back?
I guess the thought of not knowing,
It what I really lacked,
I think of him often,
How peaceful  he shall be,
Thats the happiest feeling a mother can have,
To have her son be happy and free.


Details | Nonet | |

There Was A Time

There was a struggle inside myself
Wanting to change our history
Keeping you here beside me
I could not let you go
Sadness gripped those years
Until I learned
That you were
Never 
Gone

So wonderful the world could have been
Having your arms to embrace me
When indecision and fear
Halted my steps with tears
But, you heard me call....
You were right there
Always near
Me

I have survived and grown much stronger
You gave me wings to fly alone
Gave me eyes to look ahead
Beyond the horizon
Never looking back
I now fly on
Wings of your
Endless
Love


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku Cigarettes

Cigarettes are gross. They can really kill you too Dead. Gone. Forever


Details | Free verse | |

Dear Dad

Dear Dad 				
Why don’t you love me? 
The small brown eyed girl asked her father as he beat her at night,
 then with a smile in the morning he’d scoop her up in his arms to play.
Why don’t you love me? 
The bigger brown eyed girl asked her father as he walked out and
never came back.
Why don’t you love me? 
The young brown eyed girl asked her boyfriend of two years,
As he walked out the same door her father did eight years before.
Never to return.
Why didn’t you love me?
The older brown eyed girl asked her father at his funeral.
As she leaned over the edge of his casket and kissed him gently on the forehead,
Tears running down her cheeks.
Why couldn’t you love me? 
The oldest brown eyed girl asked as she lays Jasmine’s and roses
On her father’s grave.
Only a row down from her old boyfriend’s,
With love that never dies.
And her question is answered in the wind, 
As the answer is whispered in her heart.
How could you love me?
If you couldn’t love yourself?


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Love Will Survive

There must have been a time or two, 
Though long ago it seems to be.
At least I thought our souls had meshed; 
For this I know, we shared life's flesh.
No one would guess our shapeless bud, 
Sprang from one's womb of love we bloomed.

If I had known that growing up
 Meant loss of memories too tender 
And sweet, I would have used the
Will God gave, to shield us from both 
Harm and pain.

No matter what this life may bring, 
We must hold fast to mom’s favorite phrase, 
"Be Good to Your self"; then from some deep, 
Dark place her love resides, 
The calm and peace will surely rise.

Know this my brother, 
Our love is strong, and now 
She has gone; we are all we have.


Details | Verse | |

Scars Left Behind

The Sacrifical Child

Llandudno Wales 980 BC-1846, Sierra Leone, Congo,
Niger, Peru, India, Pakistan, Russia, China & Philippines 2013

Chapped, scabbed skin, dirt encrusted, blue-pallid in the moonlight;
the stars still glow radiant light when they rise, a wolf howls midnight.
Insects stir on scratched skin in tangled hair massed
naked, as born, they rise; the bore hole calls, days task.

Cracked like a seagulls eggs, the cave opening call.
The gold-red-green copper, a metal's worth it all,
child moles, mother moles, dwarfs small, crawl;
between the narrow crevasse in the knocker's wall.

The entry three hand spans wide, a mere two foot tall;
oil burns in claywells, soot coats on dirty faces, as they crawl,
through rankness they squirm, their hands on bone awls;
naked children, and women mine in these places, these hell falls, 

for raw metals to make the weapons of man.

In before dawn, baskets full, haul........
out at dusk, human moles get no sun at all....
others melt the metal, make, and maul,

The warriors claim its for our defense
yet hunger gnaws, this makes no sense….

Grease fills the air beyond despair
stench fills each heinous vein;
contorted forms, of those small, helpless, born
fill in the shunts with continual pain.

From the dawn of time, this drama still plays,
more than one hundred and fifty eight million children; slaves today.
Women and children sacrificed so men can get paid.

Poet: Debbie Guzzi


Details | Free verse | |

Lasting Freedom

In the beginning I started off as just another nobody from another nowhere trying make it to somewhere as a somebody as everyone else. In the beginning I was BORN TO LIVE TO DIE, but in the process I was BRED TO LEARN TO SURVIVE. I became a CONVICT OF CHRIST through PAINFUL PLEASURES of my many struggles and strife's. I was a SINFUL SAINT but more of a sinner, mainly a loser and never a winner. I was once considered one of the best, now days I'm just trying to be lower than the rest, unseen in plain sight , NOTHING MORE NOTHING LESS. I became lost in time through my many self-taught TRUE LIES of yet another LOST FIND growing up where few DREAMS LIVE , but many more DREAMS DIE. I soon got LOCKED UP but it was very educational because I LIVED IT and LEARNED FROM IT. I was given a choice to LIVE FREE OR DIE INCARCERATED, so I made that choice to be more loved than hated, so I became UNDER LOVE and OVER HATE, I learned to stop wanting and actually appreciate. Its been hard to change so I became a POET OF PAIN. That's when I learned the truth about those who think their dying for something but they might as well be living for nothing, because I learned that real truth comes from LIVING FOR SOMETHING because I ain't DYING FOR NOTHING. So now I am forever a W.O.L.F. once a warrior of lost freedom now trying to stay a warrior of LASTIN FREEDOM you know what I mean.


Details | Lyric | |

December

Arguing with one another
Texting back and forth
Owen drives in the blizzard
Kurt is at home

Kurt sends Owen another message
"why did you tell them about me doing drugs?"
"that wasnt your place, i dont care if there your parents too"
"shouldnt i be the one to tell them?"

Owen tries to reply to the message Kurt has sent him
He loses control of the wheel
driving into a field 
Kurt recieves a message from Owen
"Im sorry I..."
The message was never finished
The car slamming into a tree
The tree branch breaks through the window
Thrashing into Owens stomach
As Owens head slams back and forth
The car is left smoking

Kurt knows something is wrong
but leaves things be

50 Minutes Later...."

Kurt and Owen's parent recieve a call from the police
"Is this the parent of Owen Everdeen?" the police ask
the mother answers "yes is something wrong? is it Owen, what did he do now?"
"Mam', Your son was in a accident, they are life flighting him to the hospital"
She drops the phone, and grabs her purse and yells at Kurt to come on.

She drives fast to get to the hospital to see her son
Owen was life flighted to the hospital
The police had to use the jaws of life to get him out of his car

They finally make it to the hospital
The Dr. asking "Are you the mother of Owen?"
She cries "yes, where is my son?"
Kurt stands upset at himself for fighting with Owen minutes before
Remembering Owens last text to him. "im sorry I.."

The Dr. explains to the mother 
"Owen didnt make it"
She sits in sadness
Numbness
She cannot breathe

Kurt runs after the Dr.
"this cant be, he has to be ok" as he starts to cry.
Just the night before him and his brother
Were playing guitar hero together
Remembering the last moment
The arguing
The reqruet Kurt is now feeling

"Owen Ryan Everdeen: Jan. 1st, 1990- December 8th, 2011"
To a good brother and a great friend, im sorry about all those times i have let you down
Im sorry for yelling at you that night, and causing your crash, the guilt i feel wont leave
I am sorry that you went through that, and left this world that way, forgive me for what i 
have caused. I love you.


Details | Lyric | |

Drifting Mainly

You belong to me mate 	 ( Intro )
And that be that!
Get on board
And grab your hat!

The ship was aghast at its new passenger	( Verse )
Like disdain for the lives that they now left behind,
Newcomers were scarce 
And they never would last
But I held up my chin nice and high.


The bloke who took me screamed	( Pre-chorus )
“Mop up the deck we’ve got things to do!” 
But I said sir, 
I’m just a boy and don’t know what’s to do.

And he said		( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Taking the seas for more than eight moons
We found islands and loot
That was bigger than most.
The taste of sea air 
With its wind in my hair
Took me away to this new life I lead.

After mopping the deck 
He grabbed my hand and screamed
 “Steer this ship boy!”
But I said sir,
I’m just a lad and don’t know where to go.

So the crew yelled	( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shore
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Surprising to me 
Was my unshaven face
The captain looked on 
And smiled with grace,
We stopped at a place 
Where the women were loose and didn’t mind
If we took a peak.

He said “Now you’re a man so let’s get on that boat,
We got places to be and some people to rope,
So grab that sword and drop that mop
Cause you’re no longer a boy in my eyes.”

I practiced the duel with the men in the crew
The captain took eye to my devilish pride,
And he took me aside and said 
 “Even in death I’m gonna miss you boy 
But don’t let it strike you 
Or kill your spirits
Cause even time can beat out the Grim.”

Then in the darkness came fire and screams,
Our vessel had stopped after fourteen years,
The crew fought hard and beat most of the men
But now, my Captain was dead.

We took the new ship watching ours sink deep
Saying goodbye to our drowning escape,
The crew turned towards me and asked
“What do we do?” and I smiled,
And they did to.

And we yelled    ( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Takin what’s mine
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”


Details | Limerick | |

A Child of Nine

When I was a child of nine
I thought I had all the time
Time to live and be happy
Time to fish with my pappy
But death had crossed the line


Details | Free verse | |

Her Final Words

"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows.
Her life had been a simple happy one. 
There were no pains and no troubles.
Life was life and people were people.
Life was simple.
and life was all about tomorrows.
Life didn't know about sorrows.
Her sorrows.
Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. 
They were never there, but where?
First to be sad in the naive town of joy.
Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there.
It was non-exististent. 
A meager thought 
and a blessed memory.
She tried and tried.
She failed and failed.
Life was no longer hers.
For Pain was her only possession.
Her curse.
She lived and she died.
Yet, her legacy was passed on.
Never was it gone.
"No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, 
"Save them."


Details | Rhyme | |

Clamoring

Words plucked out of a cocoon, from a long ago past
Are finally revealed, now at last....
That young girl that I was, who clamored to know,
Who struggled with doubt so long ago
Wanting to learn,  with haunting desire
But here, now, as I sit by the fire
I have found clues and the answers, 
                                   to questions I asked

I had been seeking this knowledge, but no where to go....
With these secrets revealed,  I can finally heal
     I had been holding the pain, having the doubt
       No explanation, keeping me out....
          Your papers, Dad, secrets you held,....
                      what would they tell?
          Lost in a drawer, among  things that you stored
          Hiding away...but then...something official....
          Not  superficial.....but explaining the facts
          Answers to questions so long ago asked....
              Lie here in my hand, telling me more....


Tonight, with tears on my pillow, there's a door that will close...
          With leaves from the willow, as winter winds blow,...
                   this heartache can pass
                    clamoring branches thrash 

With restless resolution against windowglass
               At last....at last..... after long years of clamoring .....and finally I know......






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Details | Lyric | |

Times Were Tough

I come from down in the valley, there, my father's house shines hard and bright in the darkness on the edge of town, like my memories calling so cold and alone troubled times had come to my hometown times were tough, love was not enough to feed us and keep us warm the greedy thieves that came around brought death to my hometown my father once told me, with every wish there comes a curse now, I understand what he meant you choose the chance you take still, at the end of every hard day, people find some reason to believe My hometown lays waiting for rebirth maybe everything that dies someday comes back By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 5, 2012 for Sing a Song a Poem contest (Tracie~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver) Eighth Place *Bruce Springsteen lyrics I come from down in the valley - The River My father's house shines hard and bright - My Father's House In the darkness on the edge of town - In the Darkness on the Edge of Town Calling and calling so cold and alone - My Father's House Troubled times had come to my hometown - My Hometown Times were tough, love was not enough - When You're Alone The greedy thieves that came around brought death to my hometown - Death to My Hometown With every wish there comes a curse - With Every Wish You choose the chance you take - The Price You Pay Still at the end of every hard day, people find some reason to believe - Reason To Believe Maybe everything that dies someday comes back - Atlantic City


Details | Lyric | |

Bruise

bruise bruise bruise 
cut 
bruise bruise bruise 
cigarette burn 
bruise bruise bruise 
cut
bruise bruise bruise
broken heart 
bruise bruise bruise 
distracted mind.


Details | Free verse | |

Five Letter Word

The chill outside the window swept the oatmeal room
where he took his comfort; a secondary womb
on days the sun refused to part the gloom
of ordinary lies.

The question wandered, clumsy, stumbling in his mind,
where the past took liberty, refusing to unwind.
Festered now, the fetid lines 
of ordinary lies.

~~~

Dying interrupted. A sound body
refusing to decay sufficiently
to enter the crypt.

Nothing matters, the daily crossword becomes
an endless solving. What is
a five letter word for

salvation? Preached as though it was believed,
available to all, free of charge, 
he would say to those

with ears, listening or not; but the specter 
of his heinous crime shattered
his chosen truth.

~~~  

Where in the dance does the music stop
for wounded children forever cursed
by the sins of a father?

Seventy times seven the prayer passed lips
quivering.  The godless sky with no light.
No stay of self execution.

~~~

On sunny days the old man still laughed,
less now though, and slurred.
The line of doubt

fastened by his clenched jaw
unwilling to surrender
to life, or death.

~~~

The bicycle pedals in rhythm the tune of
words falling on forever paper.
Blessed release.

The song of redemption. The older and the younger
suffer together, miles apart and wait
for a five letter word.
 



Details | Quatrain | |

Why Red Roses Flow

Every year she returns to the scene
This place in question where life has been mean
On muddy banks down by the waterline
Alone in her tomorrow's, solitary resigned

Having already lost her husband in his freedom fight
No mother should enter this fateful night
Her baby, her son, that a mother sees to grow
Wandered from her safety to that fast water flow

All innocent and fearless little steps slowly walk
In playful surrounds just barely in talk
Noises up ahead attract this mind to peek see
So curious they are when they get a chance to break free

Down an unclimbable bank he faces his lure
Once a slow flowing stream soon to take natures pure
Yesterdays storms allowed the heavens to cry
Whilst his mother kneels down and still asks herself why

In her hand she clasps a bunch of Roses so red
Tears fill her eyes knowing her tomorrow's lie dread
Once again she looks back, facing a mothers fear
A last glimpse of the flow, feeling her lost sons tears












http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-5.php



Details | Free verse | |

Insecurity

Insecurity is a terrible thing. Insecurity kills. It’s like a dark and terrifying serial killer that never gets caught. It goes on and on. There are some people who in a million years, you would never guess are insecure. Most of the time they’re the most insecure ones, they’re just so used to it that they’re the best ones at hiding it. They go to school every day with a fake smile on their face, hoping that no one will see the scars on their wrists because they just know that none of the other kids will understand why they’re there. The use bracelets to hide them or wear long sleeve shirts everyday. Even on the hottest days of the year when they could most likely over heat and faint. All of that doesn’t matter to them. Some people are insecure because of their weight. But the mirror sees one thing and a persons heart can see different. A lot of the time people are just un happy with their body. Sometimes it could be because of their skin colour or maybe the way their teeth are or maybe even the way they dress because their family can’t afford the best clothes for them. The possibilities could be endless. The girl you called fat? She has an eating disorder. The boy you called gay the other day? He lost all of his self confidence and now he wont even get out of bed and go to school because he’s scared someone will make fun of him again for liking the same sex. A lot of people don’t realize that words can really hurt someone. Those are the words that kill. I honestly feel really sorry for all of the teenagers that commit suicide and don’t get noticed because they weren’t 'The cool one’ or ‘The pretty one. But when they’re actually gone everyone seems to start caring. Funny isn’t it? They’ll say things like ‘She was so beautiful, I wish I could’ve done something to help.’. When the funny thing is, they were the reason why. They were the reason why that person went home every night and self harmed or skipped a meal that day. You say you cared? Yeah, of course you said that. I see exactly what you’re doing. You said that just to make you look like the good guy. You put on a pity party for that person, go to their funeral, lied to their family, but you’re doing this all just for you. Many people see this everyday. I can’t relate personally but trust me it happens. So I want you to think the next time you say something bad about someone. I want you to think the next time you criticize someone. Think about how bad that person might take to heart what you said. Think about someone other than yourself for once. Just picture un your head the way the blood drips onto the ground as they’re cutting. That blood is filled with your words of hate. Let that sink in.


Details | I do not know? | |

Heart-Shaped Razorblade

i live no more, out of the veins, and onto the floor, 
blood drains from me, from this life, 
my life i shell live no more.

deepest cuts with a dull razorblade, 
the blissful sight of the redness in which i lay, 
the smell of the unpurity, and frightened souls, 
the darkness in which falls over me, 
my life i shell live no more.

consistant with the thoughts, the thoughts that ponder me, 
the sick little twisted games that you played, 
so sick in tired, life is un-inspired, 
lost hope in a world, life is no longer a desire, 
in this life i dont want to live no more.

the dignity in which i lost , in which you took from me , 
at my verginity it cost, ravaged you were like a caged animal let loose, 
into a society that excepted you, 
but as a scared little girl you took with out fear, 
the only thing that i had to hold dear, 
now i take this life of mine in which i let it free,
and grab the razor blad that will become the death of me, 
in this life i dont want to live no more.

inocence you took from me, the moment your hands were placed upon me, 
the look in your eyes when you grabbed me, and the pain you forced on me, 
with a grin on your face, and the laugh in your throat, 
i screamed out in pain, and i know i said NO, 
i fought to servive, i fought to be let free, 
but all you wanted was your way with me, 
in this life i dont want to live no more.

sweet blissfulness, and control, while i hold the razor that cuts my wrist, 
lets the demons free to roam at peace, a peace with out me, 
addolsent fear caught up with me, 
the games are over, now im free from the life that you took from me, 
my life that i live no more. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Meat

Waiting, waiting, waiting
Cold feet 
CUT
bleeding
Red blood seep
Curdles in heat
Strung out
I long
the sun, the sun
Calming
To warm my anaphylactic tongue


Details | Personification | |

Evanescence

Dear Soap Bubble,

bright focus
in an air-light reflection
of the ephemeral beauty
of this world

diaphanous soul 
in despair

sincere
fearful
innocent
hesitating
uncertain
distrustful
pure

Emotional universum
rumbling inside the anima
of a tiny simple
passionate creature

I shall enjoy thy sight

Shall I live in fear
for you not to burst

Shall I be the wind
to blow tenderly
directing thy path

Thy shelter shall I be
I surrender myself to thee


Details | Narrative | |

All About Her

I dont know much about her
but I heard she wasnt that talkative
She didnt like being alive
She was numb to all the pain she had to go through

I heard she didnt like anything that was green
She ate roman noodles everynight for supper
She always wore flannels and bellbottoms
Sometimes i seen her wear dresses and fancy tops
But lately shes been wearing band shirts

She wears converse shoes and uses an army bag for school
I know that she dosent like to communicate through talking... only through her peoms
or sometimes even her songs.

I see her drawing and painting all the time
She draws famous people
She would like to be famous and not so unknown
When she tries to speak to anyone they always walk away and leave her alone

When she gets home she goes upstairs to play her bass guitar
She hates chocolate cake but loves chocolate
Her family left her behind because she cant forget her past

Sometimes when shes alone she contemplates the meaning behind her life
Her favorite color is gray because her life is black and white
Everything she says is false according to the world

She is not so innocent
I understand that she dreams about the perfect life
When she opens her eyes they are pitch black

She is someone that is fake
She acts nothing like she should
She is very grungy and unclean

She knows of no safety
and of no time
Her life is smashed into pieces by the giant sun

She will always be a ghost
She knows of no god
She crawls around in the world of death
She remains forgotten


Details | Rhyme | |

The Girl Who Could Never Understand

There was a girl so free and young;
untouched by the darkness she was yet to become.
Not yet grown up but wishing she would.
She didn’t realise it would make her numb

There was a girl who dreamed of the future,
who wished of being smart, pretty and free.
She told herself it take years to understand,
When it actually only took three.

There was a girl who became obsessed
with things such as looks and grades.
Every time she ‘messed up’ her confidence slipped:
until someone told her about a blade

There was a girl who was once so innocent,
never before heard of self-harm,
but suddenly she knew how to cope!
All she had to do was cut her arm.

There was a girl who was dead inside-
Not understanding the darkness she had become.
She grew up too fast just like she wished:
Now she’s dead because she felt too numb.


Details | I do not know? | |

Good Morning, Apocalypse Now : A Tribute to a Vietnam Veteran

Untitled 5
(My Uncle: Good Morning, Apocalypse Now)

My uncle doesn't speak much
about Vietnam or the stuff
he witnessed when he 
was just a boy. See,
he likes to drive the back roads fast 
and honk at random cars that pass.
His friendly gestures always lead to how
he grew up compared to kids now. 

Jumping and racing trains on the tracks
became dodging bullets and carrying his buddy on his back.
The marshes and dirt valleys here
became the forests and trenches of the military frontier. 

Last year, my sister donned his jacket
a fatigued fatigue that hung in his closet. 
In color and memory darkened,
kept out of sight for fear it would harken
the PTSD he's stuggled to avoid. 

He saw his brothers, young like him
to Vietnam succumb
while on American soil
and he promised he would never speak,
for fear his stomach would coil, 
when remembering rice - a dish he no longer enjoys.
And there's no orange on his clothes to remind him of the agent that destroyed.

When he speaks a calm 
"Good morning", I wonder if he's thinking of Vietnam
or if he knows
that I admire his strength and 
bravery and how 
he continually fights against 
the "Apocalypse Now".


Details | Free verse | |

Felt A Funeral In My Brain

In light an observed heat to penetrate the night

I felt a funeral in my brain kind of insane?
Struggles to reach the perplexed end yet to what;
A dungeon of its myraid calling
Now deeper penetrating deeper to its torn crust 

To equate logic at its visible mile

A shade of torn logic in derision
What was your parting decision/
One will equate logical persuasion?
A vested call in search of its perplexed acquaintance

Felt a funeral in my brain kind of lost now insane;

Shaped dreams from my hair the pretty child awaits the storm;

In eternity's charm fought back the silence from within....
Shades of torn columns of sod branched in its delicate cuff


Perhaps this is the place where Nero once tred?


Details | Free verse | |

North Star

Let your fate take root
On hard rock, tangle and bury
Before the coming storm.

and before the coming of the storm
amidst a garden of your crafting
Beliefs and memories planted
and like seeds watered
Take root amidst your cherished greens
Take hand in hand your
memoir 
and brace with rooted tangled feat
-mangled,
The coming storm
Come to wash away
come to whisk away;

This is a magical storm
something fantastical
	like myth was born
from your hands, as you shake them left to right
and wrestle from them
 seeds
trample on your well-trodden soil
and in waves bead your sweaty water
shelter little sprouting
take shelter in his shadow,

Did you nurture your garden?
like I have nurtured mine
	mine, lush with little ideas
lush with my graceful evasion
of duties unwatered
moments hoarded
lush with little trees, that in my shadow
do not grow,
and their little fruits, so sour born
Yours, that garden, a gnarled tree
posies tangled on mangled fields
bounties of fruit, in your mangroves
	children of our labor
all alike stand before the storm,
	
	Dark clouds gather, broil forth like no afterthought
an army summoned to war, the tax collector come for dues
and bubbling forth
Comes lightning and thunder like sickle and torch
Come to reap the song and sun:

and it is in this shadow they finally grow
and gnarled hand takes my own
	-I will not rot away on my own
I stand before my fated choices
and together
our bonds new, old and gnarled
stand firm these moment’s beliefs and
	creations
children and parent, arms locked, heads on shoulders both
eyes cast out and tears exhumed
before the coming storm

Our legs take root in our
garden soil
and we cling to what
we know
we hold to what knows
us
but the storm is just
so grand
and our roots are just
so shallow.




Details | I do not know? | |

I Cried Today

I Cried Today

I am thirteen today
You would think I would be happy
Yet it is hard to even crack a smile
With everyone wishing me a Happy Birthday
To me it’s not that happy
As today strange voices carrying on inside me
They say I don’t deserve to live 
They say I should die
I am thirteen and 

I Cried Today

My sweet sixteen isn’t so sweet
I just want to hide
Go back to sleep 
Or simply disappear
What is a girl to do? 
When she feels so sad, lonely and depressed
I don’t even have anyone to turn to
I am sixteen and 

I Cried Today

Today I am nineteen 
It is my graduation day
And while I am smiling on the outside 
I feel like I am crumbling on the inside
Those voices don’t give 
Never a break 
No rest for the wicked they say
I am nineteen and 

Today I Cried

I am twenty-one 
No drinking for me 
I am in a hospital as my first sip was almost my last
Who knew I could be so allergic
I am twenty-one
In a hospital and 

I Cried Today

I am twenty-five 
I thought I was in love 
Until I walked in on my fiancé 
In bed with my best friend
My heart feels so cold
I am so alone 
As my world has just turned upside down 
I am twenty-five and 

I Cried Today

I am thirty
I am working hard
To get back my life 
Take control of my future 
And actually see the possibilities of a tomorrow
It is a lot of work 
With a hard road ahead
I am Thirty 

I Never Cried Today

I am thirty-four
In a few short months I will be thirty-five 
I am not alone 
I realize I never was
Surrounded by people I love
People who love me
Married to the love of my life
My dreams are coming true
I feel so happy 
I am almost thirty-five and 

I Smiled Today

By: Jean Shular


Details | Limerick | |

Roman Wedlock

A baby, pious, was born by aide
He named it Gaias, and felt like a jade
While he cried,
Cause mommy died.
His wife hired yet another maid. 


Details | Lyric | |

Sir Teddy

Inching from the cradled arms, 
Careful not to wake the boy, 
The knight begins his watch
His sword and shield deployed. 

The defender of dreams, 
 And protector of the mind.
He shall show no mercy
For nightmares he may find. 

The battlefield in darkness, 
He waits at the gates of Hell,
For any beast emerge, 
Will hear the ringing knell. 

But morning shows its face,
And the gates below are closed.
The boy arises safe
With his teddy bear to hold. 


Details | Couplet | |

Lucky White Star

I miss watching my Luck man run,
Sweat glistening in the morning sun;

The smell of leather in the frigid air,
Tossing his head without a care;

The soft sounds of the stable yard,
The only place I let down my guard;

Telling secrets to my horse,
Just letting nature take it’s course;

The confidence he gave to me,
My Lucky boy, my trusty steed;

He leant me courage I never had,
He was always there, through good or bad;

My shoulder to lean on, by best friend,
He was there for me up to the end.


Details | Lyric | |

My Dad Another 24th


Days go past us, as do winds of season,
But never the days and years
That get stuck in some ear and age,
That engulf us like mirages in a desert.

One such mirage in my life is of my Dad,
Always before me, waiting for me;
Yet I never reach in time to be near;
So near to me, yet so far away.

Never did he forsake me, in life,
Never for moment, never for a day;
Always beside me in my hours of need —
A dear friend, a true companion, a great dad.

He suggested the best books to me,
But never pushed them into my hands;
A mere suggestion about the inputs —
The next thing I know, I have my hands full.

He sang tunes soothing, melodious,
But never forced me to listen to any songs;
A mere suggestion about the notes —
My passion for music was born!

His acquaintances, colleagues, all friends;
Value of friends in life is priceless;
A friend is a cool morning breeze,
Surround life with friends, my list’s endless.

Never fear life’s rollercoaster ride;
No problem is without a solution:
Life is too short to fret and fear;
And so, I tried, yet fear engulfed me.

He came back into my life in many forms,
Beating death; guided me with many a face:
As friends, notes of music, verses from books —
He never left me and my life, my Dad.


Details | Lyric | |

In Another Light

The best thing you can do about a suicide is understanding it.

The boy opens the door and walks by his mom
his mom says "how was school"
He doesnt respond 
he walks silently to his room
His mom turns away in sadness
"its dinner time Kurt" she yells up the stairs.
He walks slowly down the steps
Hiding something in his hand as he puts it in his pocket
His mother is setting the table
Putting meat on his plate 
He sits down unto the seat
not touching his food
"is there something wrong with it?" his mom asks
He doesnt look at her
"talk to me. why have you been ignoring me" she repeats.
He gets up off the chair and walks outside
Walking into the woods as his mom runs out
"get back here where are you going"

Every living thing dies alone." he writes in white on a tree in there back yard
He throws the rope over the toughest branch
He steps up unto a little chair
Tying the rope around his neck
The chair falls

His mom worries in panic
She cant find him anywhere
She waits up all night

The Next Morning"

She walks out to the garden
Looking up at a tree
She sees the fallen chair from behind a tall bush
She runs
Picking up the chair
Seeing the thing she never thought would have happened
She falls to her knees
A tear falls from her cheek
Not understanding 
Reading the words on the tree
Every living thing dies alone"
She wonders
Thinking
Crying

She untangles him from the tree and holds him
Talks gentle to him
Something she hasnt done in a while
Now grasping the meaning behind what he has done

The best thing you can do about a suicide is understanding the meaning behind it.


Details | Acrostic | |

BACK TO SCHOOL

They all look happy after school
He suddenly lose all that glow after school
He now sees reality flashing as the school time end
It’s time to back where his roots lays
She is also showing signs of sadness
For her going back is even harder
Far but it’s nothing compare to the pain
The pain of looking after her brother
His eyes tell the story hidden from his cute face
The looks many says he pick from his mother
Their parents have passed after a hard fought sickness
The same sickness that he is living with
Some say their parents were bewitched
But she knows the truth as her brother look upon her
She is ready to do anything for him like lioness fighting furiously
As her mother’s words ring to her ears;
‘Look after your brother’
The days are even longer then months
The months are years to them
Only Sundays are a blessing to them 
Playing is not for them as many fear them
Consumed by fear all they do is read their books
Deprived to associate with other kids
Loneliness crept and engulfs them like a dog in the wilderness 
It’s back to school

School for young brains to be nurtured
But a child so young with an old brain
He too wanted to play and live normally
She too would have enjoyed doing her hair
Living in a free country yet nothing is free for them
Having rights that will not bring food on the table
But her father contradicted this thought
As he said “always see this as an opportunity to success”
Only success can give them the life they envy to live
A life of being happy
A life of being accepted for who you are
Even now they wait and live by the hope
The hope of getting this grant money
Hoping that their granny will get back
Back to their simple and haunting house
The house so controlled by fear and shame
House that gives birth to pouring tears 
This is their house and burden for life
This is the house with no breadwinner
They are the only survivors in this house
They will be the corners of this house.


Details | I do not know? | |

Daddy

Into the light Daddy...
Please give me your trust.
Hold my hand tightly Daddy...
I wont let you shower with dust.

I miss you so much Daddy...
How I wish you're walking me down the aisle,
Your little girl's a Mom now Daddy..
A boy named after you, I wish you could see his first smile.

Walk this path with me Daddy...
I promise you the road is much better.
And don't worry about me Daddy...
You taught me a lot, thank you for being the best father.

I know you are safe now Daddy...
But it still hurts now that you are gone.
I still cry a lot and wishing for your hugs Daddy...
I'm sorry for all the pain, 
I will always love you, My Daddy. 



Details | ABC | |

Rythem in Life

Is it the rhythm in life
That we have issues and strife
The rhythm in life is a beat
A beat that puts you heart out in the street
The street is where it all goes down
It goes down to make you frown  
Some people laugh and play 
Other people sit and stay  
We all want to wear it 
And even compare it 
In my room sometime strain at the wall 
In my mind hear my conscience call
In life alone 
We don’t pick up the phone
And we lose the milestone 
The trust of the fact that 
We are not all that!


Details | Free verse | |

Heaven is her home

The doors are shut and the
curtains and blinds pulled.
Inside the child stands tall.
She's fighting a war on her 
own home front she's so small.
A battle which she can't win.

Her name is that of  choice any
name she answers too.
Dumb, stupid and bad girl are 
the ones they scream at her.
She sits sad, hurt and confused.

She dare not tell a soul but she 
kneels and prayers Dear God can
I come live in Heaven with you?
There I know I am loved everyday
by you, no more pain or beatings.

Once in awhile you will find her
hidden way back in the closet,
with tears streaming down her head.
No one sees them because she hides
them well behind the mask of smiles.

Her cloths are old, dirty and they stink.
Kids, at school torment and bully her.
They laugh and tell her she's nothing
but trash, she stands numb.
She closes her eyes and prayers I want 
to come to heaven.

Days, weeks and months pass them by.
Not one person asks or notices that she
is no longer around.
You see she decided to go on home to
heaven.
Written By: Rhonda Hero


Details | Cowboy | |

Untitled

Tainted love 
or tired love?
Smug attitudes
and weak games
Look at you!
Your such a lame!
Me cry?! Ha! Not no more!
NOT EVER!
Five point five years
What a joke?!
All you do is lie
Keep smoking your life away!
Wake up before its too late!
Before this love turns into hate!
Your too old to act this way!
Your too comfortable
You cant stay!
In my life!
In my way!
Goodbye to you!!!


Details | Ballade | |

im restricted

im restricted with youre choices
it makes me wanna cry
im surrounded by voices 
that say, girl , why
youre amaizing and u know it
i dont have to say 
i think youve forgotten but somehow it got away
he seems to control u 
no matter what u do
its coming up sooooooo often but some how it gets to u
and baby dont defend cause i swear ill leave u in the end


Details | Narrative | |

He Left These Here for You

Granddad saved change under the paper in his dresser drawer.
We never dared to look and see how much he had to share.
He saved it there with a purpose; to give when I was there.
For a nickel I would comb his hair; a quarter bought a shave.
He loved to give me money; I loved the way he cared.
A playful sort, he loved to laugh; he always teased and joked.
There was endless time to play with me; that’s how my granddad was.

My granddad grew a garden, the prettiest one in town.
I would help him plant the rows of corn.
Three seeds dropped in each hole that he made.
Row after row, together we worked our way down.
And when the work was completely done, it was time for fun!
A shave, hair comb, and a pedicure would make him fall asleep.
Grandma brought bright red polish to decorate his feet!

When he'd wake up, I’d sit on the floor, knowing what was next.
He would bring out coins from his dresser drawer
And laugh about his toes…  (A tradition as my grandmother knows.)
He was always amused while I counted all of my loot.  
He would tease and laugh and taunt.  To me, he was number one!
At age eighteen, while in the Army, the horrible message came.
Granddad had died from an allergy; life would never be the same.

I tried not to cry, like I promised him; I could not bear the pain.
He loved me so and I loved him.  I felt so alone.
How could I go through life and never hear his voice.
I must go on; we had talked of this; even now, he still is missed.
I didn't go home for many years; when I did…he wasn’t there.
Emptiness came over me, and an ocean full of tears.
Then, Grandma took me to his drawer… “He left these here for you.”

© July 9, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen 


Details | Lyric | |

Junkie

you know its wrong 
but you do it to overpower the pain
not strong enough to stay away from it
you would die without it
in its presence your heart knows no shame
even if you try to win the fight
your heart will overrule your mind
Theres nothing you can do
its chained to you
you cant get free
look what this drug did to you


Details | I do not know? | |

For Anene Booysen 1996 - 2013

Hamba Kahle Anene Booysen! (1996 – 2013)


Dead at 17, brutally raped and left to die,
in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

‘horrific’, ‘repulsed’,
‘brutally raped’, ‘shocked’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left to die,

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

Anene was raped,
savagely mutilated,

 

Her 17 year old body tossed aside,

 

by the hands of men.

 

Men, always men,

 

cowardly, beastly, perverted, twisted men.

 

‘Beastly’, ‘perverted’, ‘twisted’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

who now lies cold and dead.

 

How many Anene Booysens will it take,

 

for us,
society,
families,
people,

 

human-beings,

 

and,

 

men, especially men,

 

to excise the ghastly menace,

 

of the heinous capacity that resides,

 

within men,

 

always men,

 

to brutalise, rape, mutilate, and murder.

 

‘Brutalise’, ‘murder’, ‘rape’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left,

 

to die,

 

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site,

 

in Bredasdorp.

 

 

Anene Booysen
(1996 – 2013)

 

* – Hamba Kahle – “Farewell, Travel Well” in Zulu

 

** – Bredasdorp is a small town near Cape Town, South Africa


Details | Rhyme | |

LIFE

Two hearts beat, now beating faster; beating until they're one 
Two souls breathe, now breathing deeper; breathing until they're done 
Two lovers see forever, and forever is where they run 
One child comes home tomorrow for life has just begun 

Even when the rainbow's glowing, the skies can seem so gray 
Even when the wind's not blowing, the tides can turn your way 
And when the water's raging, beneath skies that seem so blue 
It's just your body aging, and it has nothing to do with you 

So now when our God comes calling, I'll hold your hand and stroke your hair 
Yes, as snowflakes start falling, I will look for you everywhere 
And Mother, as you start flying, remember as you rise above 
Marlene, you are not dying, but finding everlasting love 

One child goes home tomorrow to embrace the Father and the Son 
One child who knows no sorrow, for life has just begun


Details | Lyric | |

What If Tomorrow Never Comes

I recall now the days when forever seemed but a short time The visits to the hospital, brought sad images to your mind She lay on a bed, cords all around her, no hair upon her head The cancer drove us crazy with worry tears and fright She was only a baby, I didn't get the chance to say goodbye Farewell until we meet again where you'll be waiting... waiting for tomorrow to come again. What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. And now I lie here thinking it through, memories flash through my head, memories of you Moments of a bittersweet time Reminiscing the days when you were mine The days when you were alive The tears come back to my eyes I feel the need to cry but nothing slides out I need to scream and shout, My emotions pour out as one, silently So what if tomorrow never comes? Reality in death is so hard to accept, I need my tomorrow to come... What if it never does? What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. Will tomorrow ever come? I just want to be awake when the moon becomes the sun I'm waiting here for you, in the darkness of the night. I wait still for you, forever the images will haunt my mind Tomorrow will come I'll soon be alright Tomorrow will come... Tomorrow has come... I can now see the sun.


Details | Pastoral | |

Pre Curser




If you haven't took
A second look,
Remember that He
Believes' in those who
Believes in the " Book "
      -----
So many dope dealer's
Say, so what's the hook
      ------
Dope users' say..
Their is no Hope....
If for the sake of Jesus
Their should be so much
Solace in the words' that
            He wrote....
      ------
Then their would be no Dope...
People or other wise....
To cope....
     ----
But, as to say for the last time
That I have Looked
Their has been a greater
Travesty in the Human Life
And the jobs' that it took
With destruction and strief
Dare We not be this way
For the rest of our life..
     ------
So, if you are looking
For just another word to say
Say, Thy will be with Thee
Till My dying day
And then He shall carry
Me the rest of the way...
      -------
And that He shall be coming
Shortly, and with-out delay..
Fore He has carried Me
                    So far,
   So far this way...
    ----
And thou Shall look forward
Every-day....
The Son of the Light
That which shine's threw
The Night....
Fore Jesus loves' you
And need you...
      ------
All Ye need,
Is to simply pray.....
And let Dear God carry
You the rest of the way!
      ------
Let the Little Child Jesus
Carry the day'

                GF


Details | Light Poetry | |

My Hero

On some days you were father and mother too
As an earthly parent, there could be no other you
You combed my hair for school and taught me as I grew
I struggled with math- but thank God- you knew
Our relationship was tested through my teenage years
Only unconditional love could take away my fears
You taugt me to cook, clean, and keep house
Just in case I would someday become a spouse
Your love kept me safe and out of harms' way
You were shielding and protecting me day by day
I never told you how much I enjoyed the stories you told
Your jokes were neverending, no matter how old
I inherited your smile and your laughter too
Your gentle spirit, and meekness, I got that from you
We thought that we were poor
We were so misguided
You were so much more than just our dad
You shielded, protected, and you provided
You fought that disease as long as you could
You never gave up and that was good
We laughed and talked until the end
I miss you, my hero, my frien



Details | I do not know? | |

found by the lost

The world of ice,
in perfect white,
tainted blood,
as black as night,
the love of lost,
on end of chain,
the shoeless freak,
out in the rain,
the homeless child,
lost in fright,
sleeps by day,
runs by night,
always forward,
never back,
the heartless Psycho,
the bodies stack,
the dark and red,
on silver blade,
you now lay in,
the bed you made.


Details | Rhyme | |

Lydia's DaddY

...eyes puffy                       
      caked up with cry

Daddy ain't comin' home
       but 
         she don't know why...
 
grown folk sadness
         ripping inside her

       All she's known about lovin's 
               in the coffin beside her


Details | Free verse | |

The soldier, the war, and I

The soldier, the war, and I


Today I am home and thinking to my self..
What would I be doing if I had a soldier coming home to me and my family?
What would I be doing if I was the soldier looking to going home to my family?
And then, I look back at all the years passed since this last war..

Many children have grown to become men, Others have grown to become soldiers
Where would I be if I had gone to the war and fought for my country?
Where would I be if I had gone and came back safely?
Where would I be if I had not gone at all because I was not qualified to go?
Would I be with my family or in a hospital injured?
Would I be standing proud, and laughing with my friends and family?
Or would I be dead, as I never got to come back?

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
Thinking of all of those brave soldiers, children still
Who are out there, suffering.. And some ill

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
How many woman are crying because of their gone loved ones
How many men are crying for their loved and missed ones
How many children are fatherless or motherless, or both!

And at the end I stop. I think no more..
I am grateful for the things I have, 
I am grateful for the people who surround me...
And I am sure grateful to never have gone to a war; yet, 
I sure appreciate the thoughts, courage, life, and suffering
Of all of those who have been touched by it.


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Pink Slime

Pink Slime, Pesticides
And chicken thighs bigger than my thighs

And we wonder why there is an increase
in learning disabilities among children today 
I say it’s because the process, that the food is processed and grown and raised, is
compromised by demand, money, greed or fame. 
I do understand that demand is high 
so we have to do somethin’

So to compete, we inject hormones into the very animal or plant that is sold for consumption
So now we eat these hormones and our bodies are stressed because of the added pesticides and  herbicides and other sh#! that’s hard to digest  

I mean what’s really the cause?
There’s more kids with disabilities today than there ever was  
I say it’s because like the story is told in the verses, that knowledge is increasing in man and the result is not what He purposed. 

Pink Slime and Pesticides..We’re eating stuff that’s been chemically grown inside…and chickens bigger than my thighs


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Litany of Decay

This is for Litany of Decay

All hope tonight is just a void
Th cure was lost so long ago
But I still dream you will lie  next to me
Though you gave up on me so long ago

I miss the way the pain made me forget
I miss the way the pain made me Lose all misery

All hope tonight is just a void
Th cure was lost so long ago
But I still dream you will lie  next to me
Though you gave up on me so long ago

I miss the way the pain made me forget
I miss the way the pain made me Lose all misery

All hope tonight is just a void
Th cure was lost so long ago
But I still dream you will lie  next to me
Though you gave up on me so long ago

I miss the way the pain made me forget
I miss the way the pain made me Lose all misery

Your love was never meant for me
Nothing I was when you met me
Nothing I was when you left me
Nothing I am as I destroy myself

I must Live to face another day
To sing this damned litany of decay
My heart beckons for the grave
But there is no escape
So I sing this litany of decay
Don't mind me as I fade

Dance with me under the light of the moon
And sing to about my doom
Serenade me with an epitaph 
So I might feel what it's like to truly die

I see your face, it takes all the pain away
But you suddenly fade into the darkest of shade

Your love was never meant for me
Nothing I was when you met me
Nothing I was when you left me
Nothing I am as I destroy myself

I must Live to face another day
To sing this damned litany of decay
My heart beckons for the grave
But there is no escape
So I sing this litany of decay
Don't mind me as I fade

Living is suffering
Homicidal with you
Suicidal without you
I understand if you give up on me

The burden will fall
Today I might, today I may
Set you free, from me 

Your love was never meant for me
Nothing I was when you met me
Nothing I was when you left me
Nothing I am as I destroy myself

I must Live to face another day
To sing this damned litany of decay
My heart beckons for the grave
But there is no escape
So I sing this litany of decay
Don't mind me as I fade


Details | Free verse | |

Sleeping Kate

Caskets unmade 
Naked bodies lie in waste
Can you hear the concealed laments?
Afraid to express
Afraid to breathe
Unable to stop the grief

Teeth grind

A young boy picks up a dried hip bone
Scooping up the soil to bury Sleeping Kate
Spines tingle at the crunch of excessive skeletons
Grimy boots unmercifully stomp

Sleeping Kate showed the officers
The skeleton she built out of bone fragments
Sleeping Kate told them we were all the same inside
With this truth, she died
With their guilt, they continued life
They tried. . .

The officers tried to bury Sleeping Kate
But Sleeping Kate is always alive,
Building skeletons in their minds. . .


4-7-13






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Bo

You were a small surprise
The apple of many eyes
Joy and pain became your lot
The why, I'll never know
Three years was all you got
Bittersweet you lived Bo

Now Jesus has you rejoicing
   Running around his throne.
Mom and Dad will see you again, anticipating
  Praying and preparing

Ask Jesus to comfort their hearts....

Pray for the Story family they lost a small child to brain cancer this week.


Details | Free verse | |

Simply.....Uncle Billy!

You were taken much to young, you were only 37. You had so much to live for, but 
god must have needed an extra angel to help pour out the rain. You never gave 
up....even when they  gave you only 6 months...you lasted 3 years. I always 
remember you smiling face and your dimples. You may have only been here for a 
short while but you left a lasting impression on every heart you touched...You may 
be gone but you are still very much alive in my heart. I love you Uncle Billy!


Details | Free verse | |

More

Burns Stuck in the throat Choking burns Searing from the inside out Always returning Always churning Swallowing fire Swords with no edge Licking with damage Blackening from the inside A cancerous trap Always made alive Built to take away the pain The flame of fame Burns Something caused this fiery reign A handsome, showy shield With no protection Just an empty mask reflection Leading to the grave Croaking like a frog Hurled in the midst of a sweltering bog Caught in a gulp Inhalation is a war— A war for more! Breathe out Keep swallowing Panic There shines the manic In all its glory Watch as it slowly Burns Words do nothing but feed the fire The fame grows evermore Opinions cry and never tire Gesturing for more Festering for more Burning for more Dying for more


Details | Quatrain | |

Fear

I held back when I could have gone forward 
Since I was a child I felt cornered and tortured
And every attempt to change was a bluff, since
On my hands and feet I put the heavy cuffs –
Because of fear

I said ‘yes’ many times when I could have said ‘no’
What my life would have been like I will never know
I remained seated when I could have stood up
I willingly lapped up the poison oozing from my death cup –
Because of fear

I went left when I should have gone right, and 
I shut my eyes when they should have been open wide
I smiled silently when I should have cried, and although 
I have not met my death yet, many times I died –
Because of fear


Details | Free verse | |

The Hourglass of Life

A new season begun, a new life, a new birth,
engraving our story here upon earth.
The pages turn slowly.
Each day will pass.
Life is measured by the hourglass.
The sands of time pass graciously.
The book is written of mystery.
Echoes of silence, the pages are blank.
For the hourglass of life holds no rank.
Let today be today.
Look not to tomorrow.
For life will fade on the pages of sorrow.
Read the story,
you must go on.
Turn the pages of a new dawn.
To every beginning there is an end.
Your spirit will soar high in the wind.
Hurry before time runs out.
For life surely fades without a doubt.
The clock counts down each grain of sand.
Turn the page and understand.
Reflections of love and holding hands.
This page though so innocent,
a beautiful child of heaven scent,
happiness in a life well spent.
Turn the page again once more,
to find the key to all closed doors.
This page tells of mom and me,
the many cherished memories,
undying love for family.
Turn the page, see all my friends,
from around the world and all nations.
This page tells of sacred marriage,
to have, to hold, and also cherish.
This page tells of many great storms,
the sea of tears, and the thunder roars.
This page holds the photographs,
of many dreams that once was had.
Though some memories of life you can't recall.
The book of seasons, winter, spring, summer, and fall.
The last page to turn, so there's a stall.
The last grain of sand that slowly falls.
Now for a moment don't you cry,
the hourglass of life told us no lie.
For all is born and then must die.
God grant me the time to say goodbye.


Details | Free verse | |

I Seek You

It's my loneliest day,  I seek you out and finally find you.

I see you near reaching out with open arms I don't hold back.

This time I do not want to waste one ounce of your time.

The crying of the souls haunt me, I wipe their tears from me.

I find I own nothing, only the souls that are precious wandering.

Try to hear them, their cries of pain, sorrow, heartache and loss.

The cries make it impossible for me to ever be the same again.

All these years I have not forgotten their cries, of painful pasts.

To love them is more than I can and I am but I give them all of it.

I hope they have become a bright shinning star lighting the skies.

Maybe they will shine down on me, forgiving the one which is me.

Dedicated To All Abused Children Alive and Dead.


Details | Couplet | |

The Deadly Dart

Wherever I go through out my whole life,
I end up struggling with lots of strife.
Thinking that my life is a total waste,
Wanting it to be over in a haste.

I can feel the pain inside my own heart,
Like someone through at my a deadly dart.
The wound is easing deeper and deeper,
Will the pain ever stop getting bigger?

Feeling emo is never a good thing,
Cutting your arm makes a really bad sting.
Blood is dripping from my arms and my heart,
Failing to dodge the largest deadly dart.

Drowning in all the lies and self pity,
I live each day but always feel sh*tty.
I have lots of thoughts about suicide,
But then I think about those who have died.

Those who have died not just from suicide,
But also those who are really nice guys.
...
...
...
...This "poem" was actually suppose to be a couplet (on any thing you want) for my english 
class but i made this kind bcuz i was feeling emo that day...and also after i was done i read it 
over and it almost sound like a rap song which, i guess, is kinda funny and cool.........


Details | Free verse | |

Last Thoughts on Bob Dylan

When your engines burning and you call it quits
Say goodbye to the devil and all of his wit
When the breeze has you backwards holding your soul
And the December snow makes you leave your last goal
When the brisk air freezes your knees
And the door won’t open because you can’t find the keys
When your family grows numb under all the commotion 
And your head keeps spinning from too much emotion
When your sipping on gin and juice clutching the last bone bruise
And you’re under the tree searching for a noose
Hold the rope in your left hand
And break it with your teeth
Gnaw down on the sunset
While you’re looking for the sunrise
Lift up your head to the moon
And pray with closed eyes
Go on walking the road isn’t too long
Keep steady for you are not too far gone
When your nail polish chips
And the birds aren’t chirping
When your coffee is cold
But your ears are burning
When you can’t fall asleep and it’s two in the morning
Keep on dreaming
Even though you aren’t sleeping
Your mind is moving
And your hands are shaking
Your voice is quaking
And your toes are tapping
Keep your lips smacking
And your lungs inhaling
When you exhale words that aren’t meant to be heard
And your talk is wrongly taken
When you pull out the cake and it’s all undercooked
And you think to yourself what should I be making?
What should I be hearing?
What should I be seeing?
What should I be loving?
What should I be doing?
In this life I am living
And you say to them come keep me clean
Keep me focused
And keep me mean
Under all the dirt and grime
The stories under your fingernails
With the mountains you’ve climbed 
And the garden you grew
And the ocean you swam
And all the things that you knew
About fishing boats
Crossing moats
Turning rock into gold
And sinking until you float
Like George Harrison you said
Making it on his own
Living until your full grown
Never accepting or taking a loan
Because you can do this 
You said you’ll do this on your own
And there’s a ship sinking somewhere
You’re grabbing some drift wood
Staying afloat
Just because you know you should
You can take it two ways
Above or below
You can grab the door know
Or jump out the window
And you’ll see yourself in the door frame of a house
And he’ll be waiting in the kitchen
For your welcoming smile
Because this is your place
So pick up the pace and don’t lose face
They might see you with the utmost disgrace
So walk in slowly
One foot at a time
See the hallways as a maze
And find yourself in your own home
Grabbing your own keys
Dusting off your own knees
Holding onto your soul
Even in the cold breeze
You may be shaken
Or rattled
Or turned upside down
But you know that
You’ve got one foot in the door
Standing on solid ground. 


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Dream

Feburary 27th 2012 i lost the most important person in my life. Helen

I was at a goodwill, when i prayed to her that i would find a metallica shirt. I was then looking through the shirts and found two metallica shirts. I got them both. i started wondering if it was her, if she answered my prayer. A few days later i had a dream. She was standing in the window yelling down at me telling me she bought me something and it was on her bed in a bag. i told her how much i missed her and i went to go see what it was. i open the bag on the bed and see the two metallica shirts i had bought at that goodwill. i now know that she answered my prayer.

Another dream i had.

I had often wondered if she considered me a grandchild.. because im not realted to her by blood. I had a dream it was at her funeral. i seen her sitting in a chair next to me. my sister and some of her grandchildren were carrying her casket to the hurse. My sister fell and dropped the casket and several of her family members were yelling at her. Helen the women who these dreams are about sat and said she loved all her grandchildren even if there not blood related.

I believe Helen answers my questions in my dreams.


Details | Blank verse | |

As The Other Me Takes Over

Society is a reason that has just ran cold,
Like the tempature I'm feeling never seems to get ahold,
The sadness lingers over and the beauty starts to fade,
When I saw all the negative on the news today,
The darkness that is surrounding me has found a new home,
Deep inside my brain it swells trying to kill the bold,
The new found confidence I had seems to have been old,
Like the old man with the cancer that has just got told,
I know he's still with me in my heart and in my soul,
but I just can't stand what this new year has to hold,
Will it be good for me, will I see, 
All the positive, when will the demons stop to breathe?
There like vultures in my body, I can feel them feed,
All this happiness that I held, were they just a dream?
I've found a medicene that will kill the pain, of the hurt I share,
Your pain it scars me like a knife cutting threw the care,
The worry of this generation is not what it should be,
But I was left with a gift, I'm lucky too be me.
Can I be the light, In the darkness?
Can I bare the stake running threw your lungs,
Can I be the air that you breathe when the whole worlds died,
Can I be the tears in the midst of happiness you cried?
 
Please love me now and in return I'll make your life worth while,
and you won't know what is hurt, I'll heal your wounds and take you from your life,
Give you a new start and I'll set things right,
I see the innocense in a noose every single night,
I wish I could pick them off the rope so high,
What would drive them too that point,
I regret the days I spent,
Being so unhappy in the life I live,
I'm trying to be proud in a world where it's scarase,
Where children have no parents,
Where the government is only but single Tyrants,
So make my job easy and give me the knife,
That will kill these lunatics that crave the night,
That don't do whats right,
I will train in the darkness where I'm the only light,
I will rid the world of there parrell and strife.
Please god just save me tonight.


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Holidays

Everyone's happy, drinking and eating, 
Who would guess that inside I'm screaming,
I know what happens when daddy starts drinking,
The fighting and screaming ends in my beating,
I played and dressed as if all was okay,
Covering the bruises that never go away,
Although my hope and spirit never strayed,
I could only wish that his would've stayed,
Tears fall to the ground with a crash,
He's broken into his secret stash,
A night ending as usual; broken in my bed,
This time ending not in morning but death,
I loved you daddy, why can't you come play?


Details | Epic | |

Nightmares and imbetweens

A busted boys heart

Beaten black and blue

His bloody hands pray for help

A cowering child

Shaking by the door

Lowers his head and wonders if anyone can help

A woman in fear

She knows her husband will be home

She speaks to the wall that broke her face if anyone will hear her cries for help

                                            “Homo” they say

                                            They want you to hear

                                            Don't feel your pain

                                            They are oh so full of cheer

                                            They will think you're funny

                                            The coolest guy around

                                           All the girls would want you

                                   

       All hands down

Mommy his blue eyes plead

I won't do it again

But you see

She doesn't care

It's not you it's me

Raise that hand again

You will feel relieved

That child loves you

Set him free

                                                                                  She stands with her head held high

                                                                                Hands deep in suds with her face prettied up

                                                                                She thinks he will be pleased

                                                                                He stumbles through the door screaming

                                                                                “What the hell are these?!”

                                                                               He refers to the flowers in the vase by the door

                                                                                “Your son picked those for me

                                                                                It's mother's day you know”

                                                                                “Your no mother you're a whore”

Do you think this is okay?

You're all making mistakes

People should love people not mean harm in any way

Everyone is different

All in their own special way

You may like men or women or both and it's okay!

You're a sweet young boy

Your mother does love you she just can't show it in the right way

The spouse who brings home hate doesn't mean the pain

He may throw you into walls and bash your face

But it's not your fault, I swear it's true
The people who bring sorrow need help not you


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TRYING TO SURVIVE ON FEEBLE HOPE

I've been detached from anyone, and specially life,
merely trying to survive on feeble hope,
dangling from this rough and steep rock; 
I look above and another view transforms my strife. 


I tried to be that invincible hero, helping others
ignoring myself and, most times, my indispensable needs;
putting others first, if they were part of my family... 
as the truthful words of the Gospels brought perfect clarity.


On my last days, I'm trying to survive on feeble hope,
wishing that they wouldn't forget me when silence surrounds me,
when every delightful memory will make my throat chocke;
comfort me and assure me that there'll be a serene place awaiting me.


At times, I was overtaken by anger, shouting to bring peace
to an incident of jealousy, or an act of mischievousness;
forgive me for my behavior, and you may have called me a square,
an almost senile old man...being ridiculed for his bad manner.  


Now, your age is void of knowledge, of the wisdom I still seek,
perhaps your intentions are naive and harmless;
I understand how bizarre it can be when youth is at its highest peak:
disregarding wise words that can correct your whims.


In dire and discontent, I'm trying to survive on feeble hope,
and my mission is almost complete:  from a prophesied birth...
to an unannounced death, unless everyone awakens and realizes my hurt;
but if my conscience is righteous and pure, wouldn't Heaven pull up my rope?



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The Imperfections of Humanity

We are not aware of what we are capable of
nor whether if it's wrong or right.
We sometimes have the will and might
and many of us will stand up and fight.

To show courage and strength
takes determination and motivation.
Wait.....
What am I talking about?

We cheat, we lie, and make mistakes.
We're not perfect in any way.

We weren't made to live forever
but made to live and wilt away.
We suffer through pain and it's hardships
And even sometimes experience love.

Yes, I've had thoughts of suicide
so I can fade away.
Realizing I had issues...
I didn't care.

I've always known who I was inside
and never gave up. 
I'm no philosopher like Socrates
nor do I have a college degree.
But I was raised to be somebody in this world
even if I'm going to fail countless times.

Enough about me.
Lets talk about the human race.

We will get up when knocked down.
We will fight for people we love.
We will live life like it's our last.
We will love ourselves for who we are.

We are only human.
Our imperfections is what makes us perfect.
Therefore, we are perfect in our own little way.


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Rawe of the Raven Hair

The river lay across the path
Like a never ending tale
Murmured secrets passing by
Through that dim and moonlit dale

And I stood by upon the path
Water seemed to say to me
That "Only Innocent may pass
All were once those truly free"

It seemed I saw a child there
In the river, on the shore
A beautious thing with golden hair
Eyes black as the river's core

She walked into the river then
As she touched the water's side
She did not sink, but Innocent
Walked atop the river wide

"River daughter" named I her
In that realm of unknown sounds
Bowed she then, and touched her hair
Into the river's damping crowns

As she melted to the depths
I knew to be the river base
I was distracted from her sight
By moonlight on the farther face

Across the river did I see
Silver-black was shimmering
And in the moonlight there I saw
Hair as black as raven-wing

The river of the night lay there
Know that I was lost for words
"I, Rawe of the Raven Hair"
Spoke the river, and I heard

Rawe of the Raven Hair
Gods are wont to know thee
None is there so beautious fair
I shall always love thee

The deep enchantress of the night
So the legends often say
The faerie of the darker light
Not seen ever 'neath the day

The legends tell she is the river
When the moon is on the rise
The stories say she is the moonlight
When the river all still lies

Not a sound did break that silence
Yet the river spoke to me
"Be ye innocent and pass"
Into this moonlit misery

Entranced by nothing but the night
Stepped I to the river then
And, Innocent, I walked above
Water never meant for men

The River-Child I'd seen before
Brought me to my innocence
And not a thought within me lay
But the thought of infant bliss

So cross did I, and as I did
Water still beneath my lay
The moonlight shone upon the bank
Rawe on the bank did stay

Perplexed, she looked, and spoke she then
"How crossed thee o'er the river's shore?
Innocence unmeant for men
Resides within thee: in thy core."

"How canst thou cross the river Styx
Unknown to Charon, undead and live?"
Said I to her "Ah, I am dead:
Dead to reality's soft lies"

"Rawe of the Raven Hair
Beauty not in life, in Death
None is there so beautious fair
Truth lies in thy breath"

"Rawe of the Raven Hair
Life is wont to know thee
All death's freedom, no life's care
Won't you come with me?"

In that realm of soft delusions
Truth was still her words inside
"Though in Death life can be free,
Life of Death is suicide."


Details | I do not know? | |

The Clock Strikes

A old man rocks on his chair.
He keeps looking at his clock.
It is like the clock has stopped.
Time is not moving he say’s.
Then suddenly the time starts to move.
A voice is heard.
Wings then fly through the sky.
The old man sings in joy.


Details | Free verse | |

Sacred Passage

God of light conquer my fear from within

An eclipse of the sun has tainted my inner vision
Who are we to have believed yet achieved
Some are even caught in its pickle;
Stranded as two love birds caught in a fickle

Sacred Passage
The uniting of two hearts so far away we will pray
God of heaven take delight on my poetry
Look highly favorable amidst the summoned truth

Like a lost carriage we take our flight away

Far from the lost brevity in exchange of honesty
The silence has etched its memory in our brains
Shattered by the moment of upheaval and then,
Sacred Passage;

We look humbly then often deeper then ever before


In exchange of honesty its just Studio 54?


Details | Rhyme | |

BURIED TREASURE

As the casket begins to lower,
  Slowly, into the earth;
     Prepared for decay...

  Buried, in great depth,
     a young childs only chance to dream;
  The one salvation, he'd believe;
  The only love, with no conditions;
  that his little blue eyes,
          had ever seen...


Details | Free verse | |

Father

Father dear father
Copartner in my life
flesh of my flesh
bone of my bones 
alpha adam ancestor 
 
Daddy growing up 
you’re my hero
my idol my mentor
i look to you for strength 

Papa why do you drink
why are you so angry 
why do you hate
why the shame

Pop following in your footsteps
i am a drunk too
why do i do what I hate 
so much like you

Papa we are getting older
you are close to death
too late too soon 
to know what i know

Dad many years gone
i still miss you
I know now You 
Loved Me

Love, your son …


Details | Couplet | |

Time Stop

Time Stop



There was a moment in time when everything stopped,
It was like a dream on an entirety with you.
It  there could be a moment to take back the regret, heartbreak and confusion I doubt I would.
I fear telling you how much I love you.
Thinking it ruin are forever relationship,Not knowing it was mutual. May we be of flesh may we be of soul may we have  that savior peace.
What rules then are our own? 
If we break that promise which bond each with a letter in blood.
As time stop the wind blows,we who bore so close taking the finally blow.
As we gaze into each to each tear streak face we smile and know.
Today we can be together forever in each other arm.
As though time kept going but for us,it stopped.So our moment int time where only the wind blew.
This is the most wonderful dream we have ever shared.


Details | Name | |

Heat Wave

Heat Wave

   Hot
   Everybody's
   At
   Temperature
 
   We
   Are
   Very
   Equipped
 
Heat Wave June 2012

















Details | Sonnet | |

Afrika

For Herda & Wangugi

To become a man he has a difficult task:
he must be brave enough to kill a beast.
A tradition in his tribe, you may ask.
The boy is not fierce, strong, or fast in the least.

The boy has hardly a weapon, hand-made, and surely not a gun:
but a long stick with a sharpened tip, a spear.
This is the tradition, such hunting calls for a shun
from the village if the task is not complete, that is clear.

The lion is too fast, the boy cannot outrun it.
The boy must be silent; the lion is too strong,
and has spotted the boy, it picks up it's speed.
The boy was not careful; the lion too strong.

There is a stuggle, but the boy has killed the lion.
The boy is now a man in his village.


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Never Trust the One You Lust

Another middle-schooler poem I made! ^.^
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Never trust the one you lust
For I have done so
I saw the figure in the rain
As dark as the crow
For death himself had stood there
With all his cunning glee,
But then I look inside the reflection 
Only seeing me!
I die a thousand times 
Yet the clock still chimes 
Am I ever to flee?
Heh—now I clearly see the end:
Sanities’ my only friend


Details | Imagism | |

The blinding light of all things impossibly solitary

I MUST FEEL EVERY MOMENT. around. ME, when. I'm the ONE in a CROWD|| There are. NO GODS. left. in OUR. Crowds, our. HUDDLED. masses, sulking|| Here there are. NO CROWDS. no, never WERE. any. crowds, here in. my . own . SAHARRA||


Details | Blank verse | |

Light my bridge

T. Hunt
Verse/intro: I remember you showed me that path,
When you paved the road for existence. 
 ~Showed me all the cracked doors, broken escapes, and then the darkness.
I can barely remember the look in your eyes my demise I realized “deaths” upon us.
~So show me the way to ignite this fight let destiny control us.~ Inferno on fire like human desire it burns we perspire and it forgets us. So where does this lead I can’t see I can’t breathe I can’t speak I can’t eat I can’t….think.
Chorus: ~This fire in our lives just burns and burns I’ve seen the light and now this hurts. And through the night the devil lurks so light my bridge like fireworks and catch me in the middle…..~”ALL alone”
Verse 2 I’m searching for the black door “that’s unknown remembering the times when they closed. |~Forget about the painted rose the times I let my heart get cold. This is real. ~Stuck in the middle of life helplessly buried alive. This bridge is breaking my pride so somebody turn on a light. ~The darkness is flowing inside it’s almost if I was..To dive. Running and running while blind is like walking right out of your life.

Chorus:~ This fire in our lives just burns and burns I’ve seen the light and now this hurts.
And through the night the devil lurks so light my bridge like fireworks and catch me in the middle…..~”ALL alone”
~Alone __{reapeat 4x’s}___________
The  lights turned on this bridge is long.

Side bar:P
I=speak
“=influence{pause}
Tempo at 4/4 time 
~=tempo change
All original
No copywrite nessasary.


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Cannible

"I shall be telling this with a sigh." Robert Frost served warm on a dish they can only wish surviving another day he will have to pay that horrible Hamilton Fish ~contest ~ EROTICA


Details | Rhyme | |

daddy stop

daddy stop,
it hurts too much,
your fingers burn,
the skin you touch,
daddy stop,
please go away,
you say it's just,
the way we play,
daddy stop,
im six years old,
i promise i'll learn,
to do what i'm told,
daddy stop,
don't come tonight,
so you and mommy,
don't have to fight,
daddy stop,
mommy cries,
you tell me,
to tell her lies,
daddy stop,
i've gone away,
and my little sister,
doesn't want to play.

if you or some one you know can relate please tell some body. let them help you.
@};~ read mommy listen. it goes with this.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

QUANDARY

Opening the window for a breeze… Dogs are barking!  My mind is only on me.  Relaxing…  As my story of the day unfolds, someone knocks.  Startling me, I hurry to the front door.  There stands an image of long-ago.  We hug and I let him in.  I begin to remember how deeply in love I was with this man.  But our destinies had to part and I left with my heart.  We talked for hours.  No intimacy transpired between us because we knew our lives was not fair to us and therefore, we did not desire any closeness.  Just reminiscence of tragedy we had went through for healing purposes on this three-year Anniversary.

***

What happen?  You may ask.  This is the tale as is.

***

His mother desired to be me.  So she set out to steal my identity.  In darkness she laid in our bed waiting on Ted.  A man entered the room and she presumed her man had come home.  Voicing that she was there, my stalker shot her three times in the head.  The bullets were for me.  In irony, she had really stolen my identity.  He shot himself as well ending my dilemma.

The police came on the screen afraid that it was me.  Ted and I played it off.  He had told me his ordeal with his mother as a teenager.  He was the star athlete at our high school.  His mother was unstable and desired him for her sex tool.  She will explain that this would keep them close but he could not tell anyone.  His grandmother, on his father side, had filled Ted in on his mother family history of incest.  Ted figured he did not want any part of that mess.  So he asked his father could he live with him but he also keep in contact with his mother because of his sister and brother.  His father said yes to Ted and asked his other kids did they want to live with him as well.  It so happen that his sister was close to their mother and his brother was also.  So they said no.

Ted graduated from high school as valedictorian of his class and his body was explosive.  Ted was fine as he could be.  He now could communicate with his mother without her approaching him for sex.  He had not told his father of this instead he kept this to himself.  Nevertheless, his mother, in secret, still desired her son.

Ted and I started dating in high school.  I was familiar with his family through us living in the same metropolitan city; however, not in the same community.  We end up going to the same university in the city we lived in and our relationship flourished.

We moved into our apartment while we were in college and his mother use to come over.  And now, three years later, we remember the tragedy.  Ted cries out to me and I answered.  We are bonded by our relationship but not by marriage.  He has successfully conquered his demons and mine's disappear on that night of my stalker death.

Ted mother was wealthy and I knew that she only was nice to  me because of Ted.  The police discovered she had paid my stalker to pursue me as his prey.  Ted has been told this as well and he stated that is why his mother is dead in which he says quietly to himself, “This ends this horrid tale.”

[Queasy Queen Beings and they do not know anything of it. Ted is Queasy Queen’s son and he has her powers. He would have acquired his mother’s powers without help, which would have been through incest before forty (40). However, incest did not happen between Ted and his mother, Queasy Queen; therefore, he will acquire her powers at the age of forty (40) via other means.  His sister and brother have theirs but did not divulge because there mother had explain theirs to them when she bestowed.  Telling Ted’s sister, Harmony, at ten (10) years of age what she was doing as she assisted her in getting dressed. she kissed her neck. Telling Ted’s brother, Destine, at fifteen (15) years of age, when he was leaving why she kissed him.  Incest was only for Ted because he was the oldest and her first born.  His grandmother on his father side knew nothing of this because she was human and disagreed with incest openly.  More so, this was unheard of through entities of the government.]


Details | Clerihew | |

Ms.Hersham

Ms. Hersham

A joke was made,
On this fateful day.
The joke was less than, appropriate,
And the children couldn't stop laughing at it.
Mr.Fred Clyde grinned to himself,
A funnier joke, he could not tell. 

Ms.Hersham, however, was not too pleased,
She already thought of children, fleas.
Her nose was sharp, her eyes sunk in.
And everyone knew what she ate for din.
Garlic and onions and , what else was there?
A child's head, salt in their hair.

She was cruel, oh she was mean.
Of the most evil, she was Queen.
She pushed the children inside,
But held back Mr.Fred Clyde.
He gulped and he shook,
And hoped that she wouldn't take him home to cook.
 
Ms.Hersham's eyes grew red,
She knelt down to little Fred.
The cold wind blew,
And Fred then knew,
His fate had been sealed,
As Ms.Hersham said while she kneeled, 

"Mr.Clyde, I must say,
That joke you told, earlier today,
Was distasteful, dirty, defiled, despicable,detestable, 
depraved, disrespectful, degrading, dishonorable, and most of all, deliciously amusing."
Her evil grin turned to a smile,
As she patted the head of the child.

"So, you're not gonna eat my head?"
Said dear little Fred.
She rolled her head back and laughed.
"Now, who said anything about that?"
"Well, That's what they say you do.
You take them home, and then they're through!"

Her smile lowered to her chin,
She looked oh so grave and grim.
"Dear child, there's no meat on the head.
I keep that in a closet near my bed.
I would eat the arm, the leg, the gut.
But by no means do I eat the head or the butt."

No one heard from poor little Fred after that.
All they found was a shoe, and a hat.
His body stayed quiet.
And in her house, they could not find it.
And although they could not pin her,
Everyone knows what Ms.Hersham eats for dinner.


Details | Imagism | |

More Bittersweet Still

A Marine kneeling in front of a boy A seven year old boy with hands extended barely containing his sorrow Presenting him with a folded flag With quivering chin, fighting back tears In acknowledgement that his dad …Has no tomorrow…


Details | Free verse | |

A Difference

We can make a difference

We can wallow in the feat
Where all souls meet
At the foot of the world by which to greet
In bitter silence to its door chime ring,

One can easily take heart or to what would sing;

From shadows glook of its tormented swoon
It would be at the addage of its peril
A safe place to emancipate,
The soul was erected by pious chimes;

In tombs tortured with flagrant rhymes/ Through a misfortune illumined amidst/ Shattered glass stained by bias accalades/ We can make a difference/ Fresh out of our store bought routine/ Out of curtains unleashed to swallow/ The world is filled with ghosts & demons/ Shaped by the imaginative solace screaming/ We can make a difference/ The trunk on the trees on which all branches grow/ The pen on the ink to make messages flow/We can make a difference/ With parts uncertain yet attainable/ Create/ The notion of a bridge of hope/ It's gap loosens for passengers to cross/ Reason must be supplimented by our creative imaginative & faith/ Reason is itself an act of faith!

Totals 28 lines/ 182 Word Count


Details | Rhyme | |

Poetry About Poetry

Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows 
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs 
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp


Details | Acrostic | |

Love's Reverence, a cover of ''A Boat Beneath A Sunny Sky''

Chivalrist of pure intent
Honoured by the ears that lent
A tale recounted to content

Resplendant wonders brought to ear
Laments that draw an unseen tear
Evasion of the heart's deep fear

Soft young mind and placid eyes
Lucid to the tale's disguise
Unseeing the truth behind the lies

There upon the golden water
Wimsically listening to the lauder
Inclines the middle Liddell daughter

Days have come and years have passed
Golden evenings couldn't last
Erosionary time has swept too fast

Dreary dawns and bitter nights
Overcame the muse's might
Dead and gone, that fragile light

Greiving when his heart was tore
Secreted to land of lore
On through Wonderland he'll soar

Now to dream forevermore


Details | Free verse | |

The Winter Wolf

Silent whispers on broken vows, I cling to my dream of you.
You are the forest’s end, the wolf’s grin.
Climbing to the edge of bliss and sin,
There’s noting to obscure the view.

Looking to the sky laced with clouds, my eyes pierce the haze.
You danced into my world as a child.
Untamed, beckoning me to the wild.  
You unleashed my wings, bloodying my back, spirit crazed.

Little wolf, silver blade by my side.
We ran through the wood,
Constantly seeking to bloody our prey.
I am full on the carrion and broken pride.
 
Now you are gone, and all I have is your ghost.
A child, a maiden, a lover, a memory.
Frost grips at the beautiful ivory,
To the life I lead, to the path you craved most.


Details | Rhyme | |

BRUCE KEVIN

MY STORY IS LONG AND OH SO SAD
HEROIN WAS HIS TRUE DEMISE

HE WORKED VERY LITTLE BUT THE FACT
IS KNOWN, HEROIN WAS THE CHOICE FOR 
NOT ALCHOHOL ALONE

HE WAS A GOOD PERSON REALLY HE WAS
FOR HELPING OTHERS HE TRIED TO DO

HE WAS A POOR SOUL, THAT HAD LOST HIS WAY
WHAT A SHAME HE HAD SO MUCH PAIN

REMEMBERING BRUCE WHEN WE WERE GROWING UP
HIS HEART WAS GOOD AND HE HAD SO MUCH

A HOME, A CAR AND PARENTS WHO CARED

BUT THE DRUGS WON HIM OVER, HIS POOR SOUL IN NEED

HE DID TAKE MONEY AND STOLE THINGS, FROM THE FAMILY MY
DAD OH WHAT A MESS IT WAS TO HAVE BEEN FOR HIM 

HE DIED ON MEMORIAL DAY 2003, LET US REMEMBER THAT OTHERS 
ARE AT RISK AND I WAS TO TELL THE STORY OF BRUCE LIKE HE WANTED
TO INSTRUCT OTHERS TO BE OFF THIS HORRIBLE TRAIN
THE TRAIN THAT LED HIM TO SELF DESTRUCT, 

BUT THE WONDERFUL 
THING ABOUT MY BROTHER BRUCE
HIS KIND HEART AND SOUL WAS THE THING HE TRULY HAD THE MOST OF

WHAT A WASTE OF A HUMAN BEING WHO KNEW, THE HEARTACHE AND PAIN OF THE
DRUG CALLED HEROIN


Details | Pantoum | |

they helped to look for little Caylee

they helped to look for little Caylee,
in rugged woods, muddy lakes and ditches
endless days and nights, thousands searched
everywhere by foot, car, boat and air

in rugged woods, muddy lakes and ditches,
they tirelessly looked for signs of her--
everywhere by foot, car, boat and air;
hoping she had survived any danger

they tirelessly looked for signs of her,
while Caylee's family pleaded for her return,
hoping she had survived any danger--
until her mother confessed she had drown

while Caylee's family pleaded for her return,
endless days and nights, thousands searched;
until her mother confessed she had drown,
they helped to look for little Caylee


*FOR Pantoum CONTEST


Details | Lyric | |

A Boy Brushed Red

Slamming the door behind him
He sits
Writing his poems upon his wall
Tiny powerful words surrounding each inch of the room
Writing them in black inch
He watches as it drips to the carpet
He smiles
Wiping the blood of his face
Putting his hands to the wall
Bloody hand prints surround each poem
Dying alone on the floor
Surrounded in his blood and filth
The poems wash off from the walls
Black ink forming together on the carpet
Blood mixes with the ink
The horrific smell fills the lungs of the ones downstairs
He sinks into the carpet 
His flesh swallowed up by his words
He isn't living anymore
But he rubs off on you by his poems


Details | Free verse | |

For Nate 'The Great'

Singing
With tears 
In your eyes
As you stared at me
With the most caring gaze.

Your childhood
Sung in sweet lyrics,
They lingered in my ears
As my throat began to tighten
With sadness.

What's that, dear?
Your parents beat you?
Never a word spoken 
To anyone?

It made you a better man?
No dear,
It caused horrid memories.

Your father 
Brought you to a bar
And let his friends beat you 
With bottles?

My dear
Sweet Nate,
Keep singing.

Your mother 
Was addicted to drugs
And violence?

What ever happened
To her?
She's buried six feet under?

What about your father?
Prison
With the other abusive men?

Scars
Dug deep 
In your skin
Jump to my sight
As I quietly whimper
With your soft voice.


Details | Lyric | |

Jane

As she went walking down the lane
The flowers seemed to bloom and rise
And as she walked she murmured Jane
The little sister gone for days


The trees grew tall the grass grew thick
But none of Jane did they find quick
She’s lost forever some did cry
She’s gone to heaven to the sky


I soon will find her she replied
And every day she looked and cried
Though time went by with out a trace
She did not find the little face


The trees grew tall the grass grew thick
But none of Jane did they find quick
She’s lost forever some did cry
She’s gone to heaven to the sky


Week then month then year went by
She walked the lane ever high
Rain nor snow nor sleet did stop
The now grown women from her walk


Details | Bio | |

My angel

You were bright and beautiful from the moment i found out i was carring you. A beautiful angel in disguide. Not only were you my child, but a part of me my own flesh and blood, my angel sent from above. Even tho i never met you, you were mine and i loved you. I could only imagen what you would look like, and all i knew you were perfect in everyway. Then your destiney came and your fate was sealed. I couldnt stop it, I couldnt make it go away, you were taken from me and my heart stopped. I loved you from the begining and I'll love you till the day i draw my last breath, your my angel from above taken from me to soon.


Details | Free verse | |

Aura

Shades of pine grafted in again resign
Shattered pine in elm certain grove alone
My meadow had a thorn certain credit
The factual harm of its heartless swarm
Featured within in the created design with pine
Eyes sharpened as a willow in garb
The tornado sequence has even the fog alone
Again tempors fly like never before
Blatant lies have come at no surprise
In parts unknown an aura of repute to harm 
Sound the alarm in fetters arm
Choirs of saints in regard to its beckoning drawn
Empire strain inside my brain fragments of cure
The surface of the sun has tainted my vision with harm
Sound the alarm agiain my faithful friend by whom we can depend
Shattered glass on the parchment floor
Aura
An impulse deep in regards to the heart
Shades of pine will line the volume of scattered pillows
A willow in derision you made a final decision
A thought provokoing reason to believe in
Shattered memory's in the moments of innocence with a plight of disbelief
We have soon turned over a brand new leaf
Timeless peaks in a swelll shattered fragments from within
A great design still sublime in its timeless parts the heart
Aura
Jim Morrison had it
Janis Joplin couldn't stop it
Jimi Hendrix sought this quick fix
An unbellievable call being caught in the mix!


Details | Free verse | |

You Can Be

What would anyone do
if I woke up one day
and decided I was
going to be the next
murderer?
That I was going to steal my fathers gun,
and of course I start with him,
the feelings so rough,
tears bursting from my eyes.
I move on to my mother,
my brother,
my grandparents,
and with every kill
the emotion ebbs away.
Things get easier.
What would anyone do
if that day I
proclaimed to the world
that I no longer wanted to
live in this world?
I created the noose
from my old Playstation 3 controller cords,
wrote my last words
"To the world, **** you"
and made an ornament
out of myself on the
back of my bedroom door.
What would anyone do
if I decided one day that
The world is full of pixies and unicorns!
that everything was red,
oh but not the light fire red,
but instead the color of blood,
oh how magnificent things look!
I work for the trolls under
the bridge behind my house
he pays me in finger nails!
You told me I can be anything,
do anything,
so why do you look at me like I'm crazy?
I see the fairies, not you,
so who are you to say I'm insane?
They tell me I'm perfectly alright.
I never really understand why
people were comforted by such an obvious phrase,
I KNOW I can do whatever I want!
Just like Jim Jones wanted to
control and murder 1,000 people,
just like how the people of Rwanda
murdered each other;
brothers, fathers, neighbors fighting each other.
So what if I want to conquer china,
put rat poison in all the exports
and watch the world die,
its my decision right?
you told me so,
and I'll plead that,
I'll plead that you told me
I can murder the whole world,
start the zombie apocalypse,
destroy all animals in the world,
when I'm up in that electric chair.
Hello my future,
Good-bye Sanity.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Have The Power To Kill Iniquity

I have the power to move desperation,
I think about my ideas,
And I move my mind to my own world of imagination,
I use my powers to move people into a land of peace,
I throw my mind on the paper,
And my confidence in the pencil,
As I control the negative mind with great thoughts,
So blissful,
I have the power to move depression,
The power to flatten an emotional erruption,
I use it to save an innocent life,
I can kill an evil mind,
As sharp as a knife,
I have the power to move sorrow,
And slap it with the joys of tommorow,
I have the power to create happiness in mid air,
I have the power to blind hate with trickery,
I have the power to kill iniquity.


Details | Lyric | |

In Your Love

Every time you kiss my lips 
I am drowning, I'm drowning
Like a never ending abyss
I am drowning, I'm drowning
Every time you whisper I miss you
I am drowning, I'm drowning
In your love,  in your love.

Life doesn't seem dangerous
When I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
Don't take it so serious
Cause I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
I don't care what they think of us
Cause I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
In your love, in your love

~ Leonard Napierskie


Details | Haiku | |

aralimilic pardin

all orchured prayers
                                 wolking it's agavien deed
a possiable plead


Details | Elegy | |

Bloodless On Mother's Day

There is a glare of stray sunlight
daring to reverberate
through spiderwebbed glass I haven't
found energy to fix
in the span of four years.
It is too much of a mirror,
too tangible a thought,
to make new.
It's lithe fingers, thin and bony, 
and mockingly bright,
steal over embossed cardstock that arrives, like clockwork,
in deepest sympathy.
And a thornless bouquet of pastels laden with
Babies Breath
only draws on blood long lost;
nobody seems to comprehend such an allegory,
or lack there of,
so it can't be carried
over the steps.




"Bloodless On Mother's Day"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith


Details | Haiku | |

UNBORN

Born in Paris into a cubbyhole;
Someone tossed me off in the suburb;
All what is left a bind around my neck.


Details | Free verse | |

Although a tear drop should fall

A fresh scent of dew fallen from the sky
A passage of unique fragrance as time passes by
In ardent pastures throughout time
As willows stretch forth its ellaborate decayed formation
In words expressed through stagnant claim
From words which arose unnoticed clear
Through a shaded window leaves in trace viable spectrum
In solemn timber warm embrace
Although a tear drop should fall 
Through silence one can softly hear the voice of God
One must act upon what they have initially received
Although a tear drop should fall out of place
A moment of pleasure can bring on a life time with pain
The times that are living in will soon fade & pass
In dire need of worthless angelic leap  to grasp
A spotted owl looms overhead wrought in with anticipation
Within solace we can safely anticipate peace
In sought after excursion to appease its untimely benefit


Although, frantic through its vested silver
A rush to deliver
The timeless appease with notable shoulder to cry
With warm regards to deliver yet now a sigh
A shot in the dark would light the inner spark
First the peace then silence to thwart its part

Some if not many rush about to & fro
Others simply digress to inflate their ego
Through hot pavement avoidance of passing road kill
Some may advance in common good
Others have been etched in its prolific sense should

By far many excell to some vain agenda
A lot of people in life just like to be heard
A shot in the dark without any discouraging word.


Details | Rhyme | |

Never Take Hate Outside

When you're hurt inside,
And there's no where to hide,
And there's no one on your side,
And it's killing your pride,
Inside,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is chocking,
The heavy words never spoken,
The things that hurt you inside,
When love has died,
Inside,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is gone,
From being alone,
And it beats a solemn tone,

When you're cold inside,
It's only a short ride,
Never take hate outside


Details | Free verse | |

Fly Home, Little Angel

“Come fluttering words, come drifting to me...” A Rambling Poet

A gentle breeze brings me the soft smell
So familiar it calms my tear-filled eyes instantaneously.
I venture closer to the source.
Two ebony, round vases resting atop a sill.
The scent of the roses and carnations flit about me,
As they did about her so little ago.
Yet we have laid her softly
After she was slain
Into the moist, soft soil from which her scent derived.
Always like a butterfly did flora float about her.
So small, and pale, with mahogany hair
When we found her lay flared about her delicate head
Like the halo our Father gifted her.
For it came about in such a gentle flow
And jade eyes, calm as the sea
In which we found her
They sparkled like the sun dancing off the waves.
Her eyes were open, and matched the swirling surf.
The tears flow silver from my own emerald orbs
I peer into mucky puddles lying about 
And see her face in my own.
I bore her from my womb
Yet our Lord has called her home
To save her from the world's cruelty
An Angel to watch this land
I stopped to smell the flowers
Not rushing bust taking life in time
The wind blew by my ear
And I heard the whisper of a little Angel
“I love you, Mommy”

Erika Raiken
Contest: What is she thinking... - Constance La France ~A Rambling Poet~
7.27.2011


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Red marks door

Posture riddled little girl
soul of soot and mind of curl,
standing there alone on brink
entrance, exit in a blink.

There she stands
steal in hands,
thoughts undress,
cool blades press,
time holds still,
gushes spill,
red marks door
her warm pour,
entrance, exit in a blink
no time left for her to think.



(rhyme, something i rarely write...i love my metaphors in free style and it has always been my first choice, but i like to try other forms)


Details | Free verse | |

Hunting the zero man

A spoilt photo,a wasted life,
failure as a father,the experiment didn't come off.
So great was my abhorrence at the sight of humanity
that i decided to give her the go-by.
Ladies and gentlemen i introduce you,
the disintegration of my personality.
Brand me with a red-hot iron,iam the killer,
Lynch me ,who will struck the first blow?
Be stunned because iam the zero man.
Fully aware of the danger,iam the cracker man
so don't be soppy.
Sentimentalism is the reason of stupidity
and the end justifies the means.
Nothing ever put me out,no shiver all over my body.
Zero.
I will save my skin once again,believe it or not
and i will do this with fussiness,take it or leave it.

A clenched-fist salute to the dead child in front of my car.

I killed again giving birth to nothing.


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The Passing of Time

THE PASSING OF TIME


It was a warm April day, early in Spring
My mind sharply aware of everything 
I heard the buzz of a bee on new spring flowers
I heard birds chirping – I listened for hours

I heard the whine of a small plane in the blue
And thought, for a moment, I'd like to fly too
As my thoughts soar along on this beautiful day
I blinked, only once, and then it was May

I marveled at this and knew only too soon
That in the twinkling of an eye, it would be June 
How quickly time flies when we look at events
We wonder and ponder just where the time went

There suddenly seems to be a chill in the air
The leaves have fallen – the trees are all bare
We gather the family for Thanksgiving Day
And know that Christmas is not far away

But what's that I hear, as my thoughts start to spin
It's that bee in the flowers buzzing again
Where did the time go?  I ask myself
I wish I could keep it in a box on a shelf

But time marches on, and days fly away
And we must realize that time cannot stay
Each day can not be the same as the last
There's a future beyond us and a time that has passed

As you're reading these words, written some time ago
There's something I wish you all to know
On earth, time will end for you and for me
But in Heaven with our Lord, it's for eternity


	Curtis Moorman
	3 April 2005


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Judas The Fallen Angel

I'm not the devil
But I know who he is
He's your alter-ego
And your so oblivious
He's the angry reaction
He's the hate hidden inside
That masked as confidence
That's the devils own foolish pride
I admit it, I lied
For I know he's with me
When everyone disappears
And we debate how things should be
I feel sorry for him
I was also casted out
So I soothe his great evil
And he removes all my doubt
Not the worst thing I've done
We don't hurt no one
They still despise us
I feel like his son
Except there's that thing
Always keeps me true
Peace  and love lead to happiness
The rest is up to you
For we can just show you
The reflection you wear
As we climb back towards heaven
My mind already resides there

And the millions of dream chasers 
awaiting me there
trying to catch up
by acting like they care
yet somehow, I still truly do
my mind is much stronger now
in thanks to you
nobody hates me
when I love myself
their desire can;t touch my
sense of already there
catch up  to me 
if you think can
you might learn the power
when i show you the dance
it will be okay 
when the music takes you away
I'll be holding your hand
at the end of the day
my one truest friend 
always saw the end
before I ever
made a start towards it
the old me is over
and I'm more loved for it.


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siamese paths

          flatlining
cartwheeling confetti sky
star to soul in angel glow
taste the speed of white rose
            light

         hitchhike
to the darkening side,
cascading down demon crevice
wings dipped in feiry
river styx
into throats of molten menace

 a frosted defib blast
gliding down a foggy path
raven nurse with hands of satin
sweeps my bed of rose and ashes
her smile...the scent of heaven
the eyes...the seeds of hell


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Escape

Don't judge me until you've walked a mile in my shoes
Because these things don't just happen on the news
Going hungry and getting hit
Soul wearing down bit by bit
Angry hands raining down
I take it all without a sound
He beats me senseless
Doesn't even care that I'm defenseless
He lets men have me for a price
Tells me to smile and act nice
Be a dutiful daughter
Never let your emotions falter
I finally escape
Try not to think about the rape
I search all around
But God's nowhere to be found
I look forward to death
The moment I draw my final breath
I don't care about everlasting peace
I just want that final release


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Dad, Let Go

In all my life 
I’ve never spent a full day with you 
Dad, the man I know and love
Split in two

I’m proud to call you my father
For any man to model
But only half because the other half
Can’t let go of the bottle

Your different dad
When your drinking or not
Don’t deny your problem
You miserable sot

A 12-pack isn’t normal
Not everyday or so
Grow up, act your age
And just let go

Because we love you dad
We always have and will
But your drinking blasts a hole in me
With nothing to fill

When you ask me for more
I am hopeless to your avidity
But give-in and guide you towards death
For fear of acerbity

As I mature into manhood
I fear that you won’t see the day
I graduate, get married, or start my family
So affirm a different substance for your thirst to allay

I have no shame on my knees to plead
Because we are kin, it’s your blood I bleed
You must end this putrid deed 
So Dad, please just let go of the mead

By Nicholas A. Bello 


Details | I do not know? | |

A Suicide Confession

Cut my wrist once, cut my wrist twice
Now my blood is flowing, so its time to
Say what’s on my mind,
I know you wont miss me, there’s
No reason why you should
But just hear my final confessions
If you would…..

I lost a good friend who meant a lot to 
Me, over a stupid misunderstanding
And a possible lie thought was brought 
To me. Everyone tried to sway me this
Way and that, but I still lost my friend
This is fact

I also lost my hear to which made me
Feel like a fool because I also lost my
Friend whom I lost my heart too. If 
Only I could do it all again…wait what
Am I talking about!?! See I told you I’m
A fool I wouldn’t change a thing this much
Is so true

I hurt these guys feelings and I cant take it
Back. I’m sorry but I don’t like you like that
My friends advised me to give one of them a
Chance but I couldn’t do it so I hurt them all
In the end

My family has been there right by my side
Drying my tears whenever I cried. But 
Sometimes they don’t realize the reason
Behind my tears, because I became an expert
Of hiding the pain and all of the hurt due to
Recent years

My biological father and his mother is a prick,
Believe me, spreading lies which causes pain
To my heart because somehow I feel its all
My fault. My birth separated my parents to 
this very day . So I feel very ashamed. Everyday
When I think of my biological dad I feel like
If it wasn’t for me, he would be with my 
Mother living happily

So now as I lay in the tub full of my blood
And tears, I say “Good-Bye” and “Thank You”
For listening to My Suicide Confessions…






Details | Classicism | |

When I Think Of You

                  When I Think Of You I smile cause I think of all the good times we had,
        I stop myself when I'm about to cry and start feeling sad, I just wish you could come back I miss you so bad. No matter what I do theres always something that reminds me of you there was so much things we've been threw.  There thick and thin you were always by my side as my best friend. When I think of you I get chills inside I love you when you left apart of me died. Noone could ever replace you if they tried.


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There is Life Beyond Death's Door Part IV- (Most Awesome Paranormal Experience)

stammered, “Because, if Brian ran away, I saw him earlier today, downtown!  And  
he bought me an ice cream cone! And we talked and were even laughing at a joke 
I’d just told!  He was all dressed up and I asked him where he was going all 
dressed up on a Saturday. He just laughed and said that, he was on an errand and 
he was going back home. He said that he would see me later.  Then I said that I 
would come by to tell him about the trip. We said good bye and he walked away!

Papa’s face turned to stone as he starred in silence, and poor Thomas just stood in 
that spot like a statute.  My oldest sister or someone asked him what kind of 
clothing Brian was wearing.  He answered that Brian was wearing a grey suit, white 
shirt and a burgundy bow tie! He described the outfit down to the shoes Brian 
wore. With that said, Papa, wide-eyed called was rising out of his chair in slow 
motion as he called out to Mama to come and hear this.  Slowly, his tall frame stood 
in silence. Those were the exact clothes that Brian was buried in. There is no way 
Thomas could have known what kind of clothing Brian had been buried in because; 
his parents weren’t at home when he returned from camp.  He had returned much 
earlier than was expected. He didn’t unpack his bags, being in a hurry to get to the 
store downtown as they closed early on Saturdays. After, he would go and visit 
Brian to share about the trip.  Brian’s burial clothes were all new and made by the 
local tailor!  Thomas ran out of the house and my Father ran after him. The grieving 
had begun all over again. We never did see our dog, Blackie again.  The following 
year we moved away.  I am grateful for memories because even though my brother 
Brian died long ago, I still remember his handsome face, even his voice, the way he 
walked, his beautiful smile, and the many times he would carry me up on his 
shoulders to safety in escaping from an abusive uncle.

Next time I see my brother Brian, we will be together again, this time forever.


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My Grandma Tillie

I use to have a grandma named Tillie
Who use to be quite the philly
She made popcorn
And put them in bread bags
For us all to have and brag
She use to wear aprons
And sometimes taped them
She was a little lady
But always had plenty to say
She sat in a rocking chair
And watch us all with care
She passed away a long time ago
But I always think of her so
I have 1 picture of her
That I cheerish and share
I love you Grandma Tillie


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Fire Engine Blues

The Child I once was and knew so well
Has faded into a harden shell 

I won and lost a battle here and there
But, yet the war it rages everywhere

My wisdom do earn and over rate it 
And yet, still others will debate it

Faithful trust, just turned into dust 
Life was de-veined, derailed, just a bust

I must, I must, I must
Postponed and deflated 

Under rated Twas some others fate 
I entered into life; a little less, then late

Who dare such a thing? 
Whom could bare such; without wings? 

Debased I can not sing
Gone Is my wedding ring

With Burning Passions 
Set a blaze; my eternals rage 

Bones and flesh are melted, as the Ice 
I take one more hit, a final slice

Fathers and mothers race
A child left with out a face

Flames grown and have over whelmed
Limbs deformed and burned I squirm

I did not ever learn
I was Burned

Sirens sound fires burn 
The loneliest of hues  

While I listen to 
The Fire Engine Blues

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


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The Robertson named Eric

I came to know you when I couldn't remember,
It didn't take long for us to bind,
Grandpa was a special name, loving and tender,
We were often together inseparable like twine.

So many times you gave much love and pleasure,
Grandpa you were smart, patient, handy and caring,
We went to the zoo, biking, fishing plus more which I'll treasure,
The talents and attention you gave made it hard for sharing.

You taught me about life and how to be,
To live honourably truthfully faithfully and just,
To smell flowers, touch the willows, taste blackberries and see,
That few things in life come free... hard work is a must.

The highlights of your life shall be forever sweet,
The red canoe, bagpipes, your bike and handmade leather,
The cabin, falls, syrup and the whoop to - do - trail, what a treat,
Wherever you were was great, no matter what the weather.

Now dear Grandpa for a time we must depart,
Heaven will be a better place because you are there,
We will miss you, especially those close in heart,
Till we meet again your message and memories we'll share.


With love from you family and one of the many people who will miss you:
your Grandson William

P.S. - Here, there or in the air... (1 Thess.4:13-18)


Details | Free verse | |

Have You Ever Loved Someone So Much You'd Cut An Arm Off For Them

Literally cut off an arm for them
                 shrivelling white bone protruding, screaming from the pale flesh
The ultimate expression of honey, darling, sweetheart
   and wonder.
Floating like cannonballs, just dying
 batteries. No more  struggling, flailing legs.
Excitedly scribbling next to me 
   a feeling like jeans upon your touch    or fresh toast
crisp yet damp.
  I’d just like to shake you. Rattle the bones beneath your
skull, maybe even kill a few brain cells if I feel like it 
   and where have they taken you, claiming you
but not my legs and arms. Perhaps I do not wonder enough 

Dangling on the edge of the world,
You do not forsake those offering solace
   Rather you slice and cut until the edge of the world ends 
And becomes your very own playground.
 Then you need not worry,
   but had better bloody worry.
After all it’s what makes you, and us, human. 


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SEA TO SHINNING SEA

SEA TO SHINNING SEA,
 
...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time is...so close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately,
 
deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas...
 
...this is so intimate of dreams,
dreaming reality,
 
as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore,
sparkles,
destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes,
upon the waters,
 
...gazing
 
...seeing tranquility upon the waves...
watching to the depth of a dream,
and a sun-rise
 
being so true...
 
for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn...
 
Sea to shinning Sea.
 
mb(2011)
 


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Little Feet

Now hear the beat
Of all their little feet.
A note for every single pain
Of dreams shoved down the drain.

As their soles meet the dirt
Their hearts race with hurt
And betrayal that feels so real
Compared to life that’s turned surreal.

You warn them that life is rough
And they pray to God you are enough
To save them from nightmares
And incubus that cause their tears.
 
But you never cease to fail
To be the hammer to the nail
On their sarcophagus of life
And the one to cause their strife.

So kiss your little one goodnight
And don’t hold on too tight.
‘Cause before you know it,
They see the crimes you commit.

And you’ll be sending them on their way
To the trail of decay.


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Be Thy Host






        ********

The beginning of thinking
      From the beginning
I can not even began to
             Fathom...
      Thee....
                   Fore....
   Deep in Thy Heart
      Ye lie and wait
Indistinguishable from
        All others'
     ------
     Politic to Me

     
                Poet Author
                Gary Fields


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Hiding

Hide my face
the things i cant let you see any longer
Cover the scars
the things that still unravel in my soul
Sow my mouth shut
the things that should not be said
Cut my brain out of my skull
the things that i should not remember
Tie up my hands 
So i cant hurt anyone
Tie up my feet
So i cant run away from my problems
Stitch up my heart
So i can fit the pieces back together
Hide down in a hole
So that one day i can be discovered


Details | I do not know? | |

Mommy's Prayer and Lullaby

Mommy's little princess
is almost all grown up.
A danzel in distress, 
or just the average slut?
She traded in her bouncy curls
for a sharp silver knife.
She's picking fights with other girls
and wants to end her life. 
Under all the make up, 
and behind the painted smile...
She knows that when she looks up
she can feel her for a while.
The Mommy she once knew, 
the mother she'll always keep...
is somewhere watching over her
as she goes in too deep.
Praying a mother's prayer, 
and humming a lullaby.

Mommy's little super hero
has grown over two feet.
He traded in his sword and shield
for a few bags of weed.
He knows he has to be a man, 
but still, he wonders why.
So complicated and unfair, 
this concept of goodbye.
Under the layers of black clothes, 
behind the dilated eyes, 
is a secret to behold, 
even super heros cry.
But he knows that when he looks up
he can feel her for a while.
The Mommy he once knew, 
the mother he'll always keep.
is somewhere watching over him
as he goes in too deep.
Praying a mother's prayer, 
and humming a lullaby,

Mommy's little baby
is now in middle school.
And now she takes it upon herself
to create her own rules.
He sister is not her mom, 
and her brother is not her dad, 
but at the end of the day
they're all she's ever dad.
Under all the questions
about things she's never known, 
Every night she wonders
why her family had to go.
But she knows that when she looks up
she can feel her for a while.
The Mommy she once knew, 
the Mother she'll always keep
is somewhere watching over her
as she gets in too deep.
Praying a mother's prayer, 
and humming a lullaby.


Details | I do not know? | |

Say No! To Blinds, that could Kill up too, One Child a Month

I am blind and the News 
sometimes lights the way 
I am small and blind but sometimes 
i find that a little knowledge
is better than no acknowledgment at all
so in this knowing let my action say 
thank you news HLN Morning Express   
So i can look in and save my own from the blind within!  

aka:lyricvixen


Details | Free verse | |

Camille

Wake up to find its not just a dream, 
the morning rips a new wound of reality. 
Forever gone, Forever missing, 
All the regrets building up inside of me. 
I could have been better, 
cause you were the best, 
I love you with everything 
now you took your last breath. 
You went, happily 
and chased the birds over that rainbow bridge, 
I hope your watching from above c
ause when you left you took a part of my heart

...RIP My Beautiful Puppy. I Love You Camille Baby?


Details | Free verse | |

My Fatherland

When I die let me buried
Only in that land I love
Amid the wide spread plain
Where termites live and own
Though with the blood of foes
Lying in that grave I’m home
Many would laugh at my plea
And wonder why I would seek
And long for all that seem lost
But while I fly to the sky
Below would I see my fatherland

Oh why shouldn’t I be buried
In that swamps where I grew up
Among children with no pants 
Or even shoes to call their own
Where we slept on hard floors
Or tattered mats we call bed
Now I’m all grown and far off
I still want a feel of that all
To breathe in the dry air
Of a dusty harmattan  wind
that sweeps around our huts.


Details | Free verse | |

Station Bench

Everyone is a child's child.

Everyone is grown some
little, some hardly at all.

Everyone is one
until they are none,
no more.


Details | Free verse | |

I Hoped

I hoped
I really really hoped
By now that you'd pick up the phone
Or show up at my door
But there's someone you want a little bit more

Days and nights go by
Staying strong is hard but I try
Reminders pop up in every day life
But still I keep busy and strong, I try

So many moments I've never had
I'll never get to experience with dad
Basic anatomy connected us at first
You ignored all that and rolled me in the dirt

Downhill I fell and fell and fell
You made me cry many times and I yelled
Your heads made of brick
My hearts made of sticks
Your abuse burned my love down
You hallowed the insides of this chick

Been ten years now, I've rolled back up the hill
Been a struggle, but life now is pretty chill
I wont pretend that I don't think of you
Miss having someone there because I do
Honestly I never did feel that you cared
That bottle always came first and it was more than I could bare

Being me is something I learned to do
Something that wouldn't have happened if I stuck with you. 






Details | Light Poetry | |

Butterfly

She was just 8 years old
With freckles on her face
She was a little tom boy
Playing miles from the U.S base

Her name was parwana
 Means butterfly in afghan
She was like a little princess
Born in a cruel land

She was with other children
Just playing under the skies
But they look like terrorist
to a  robotic drone as it flies

So they all were killed
With bombs falling from the skies
Then Washington says on TV
It’s a mistake we apologize

We apologize for your lost?
How will that ease the pain?
Of the parents not seeing
Their little love ones again

Her mother cries oh god
Why don’t you kill me instead?
How can I live now? 
That my little butterfly is dead

These are our children
Not a horse or a cow
Go look your self in the mirror
Who are the terrorist now?

 The British prime minster
Says the terrorist will be beat
From his press conference
From NUMBER 10 Downing Street

The white house says
There will causalities of wars
While all the war mongers
Are safe behind their doors

Her father mourns her death
Till his cant live no more
So he drove a car with bombs
Thru the green zone door

There are good and evil
And we know what evil do
But when the good do the same
Then who is better than who

The lives of the innocent
Are being taken by both sides
And today there was a butterfly
Who will no longer flies?


Details | Tanka | |

QUESTIONS HEARD IN PEDIATRIC ONCOLOGY

will more friends die... first? do angels get their hair back? will heaven hurt, too? can I have a pink casket? don't they know, monsters are real?


Details | Senryu | |

Lost Forever

Casey Anthony--
found not guilty, yet her child
is lost forever


Details | Dodoitsu | |

A missed poem

he carries his newborn child
passengers on the  backseat
a widower just cycles
no choice but his bike 

father and rickshaw rider
sad thoughts of his dead wife
lovingly holding his child
he rides with his fate

a girl feels her fathers love
happy passengers arrived
a widower and newborn
on their bike for life

@ Elly Wouterse

Form - a reality dodoitsu (if that form does not exist.......  maybe this is a reason...?? 
Note: About a,  great,  rickshaw rider 
Describing an image and a true story from India.(Mail on line Oktober 25th - an online newspaper ) about  - among other things - parental love, perseverance and hope... 


Details | Rhyme | |

My Saddest Memory

"Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two,
          and this story.... "

When I was but a child,
My father he was my whole world.
On the night that he died
That world as I knew it... unfurled.

My mother and I were not close.
I was Daddy's little girl.
I had my father's eyes of green,
I had his hair, in wild curl.

I was a child, I saw him die.
No one should have such a memory.
My life that night forever changed.
I saw what no one should ever see.

Suicide is an ugly word.
It was never spoken about that night.
Truth was hidden from all who asked.
How could he think this solution right?

A childhood memory from long ago
Still brings tears when I recall
The night my father chose to die,
To run from life... and us all.






~~~ Francine Roberts~~~
            14/08/2011

for Constance's " I Fancy Another
Sad Poem" contest


Details | Free verse | |

O' Sandy

As we lay beneath the moons glare
A simple look will never prepare
It seems quite
It seems peaceful
Without the light nothing appears displaced
Only that sight is a lie, not really a sight
The suns arrival comes with the truth
Now we can see what needs to be seen
It disguises as if it was a dump
Yet, it never was the place of any garbage
A day ago it was a living society set with a stage
The performance came her name was sandy
The audience took her act to heart
She took lives
She took memories
She tore us all apart
A scary performance, always to be remembered 
Now to fix up, the damage that was widespread



Details | Rhyme | |

War machine

I blaze when i shine young soldier, Your job is hard you got my shoulder
Dont cry just grow up be older, your a war machine now your colder
but dont worry ill still stand to holdya, i got your back young soldier

Everyone even at a young age hase feelings
They shape us to who we are with meanings
peace for one world is anothers bond brothers dreaming
i watched us grow up we were hurt but now we are healing


Details | Verse | |

Point of view

I,my eye,saw a good man doing some thing evil,
out of love...
i saw a "big bad man" give food to his family..
selling drugs...selling drugs
and when he got arrested all his daughter really wanted
was to give a hug...give a hug
"mr.goodguy" bought a gun and started acting like a thug...kinda like a thug
*sirens*
dang...bang,bang
a rookie cop noticed they were both the same "maine",man...
put his mug shot all in the news,and the networks...
got 25 views...
the judge said "who is this young man to you?"
his daughter screamed out "let me go,thats my daddy"
"rookie cop" mumbled,"bastered..almost had me"
they threw the book at him while he took "the time",sadly 

amen??


Details | Free verse | |

A Southern Angel

Sompe people may say they have the best pet, but i don't think so for i have 
known a southern angel names Pam.  She was a 28 year old quarter-horse 
valued at about 500 thousand but to me and my family, she was priceless.  She 
was auburn with a white star on her head and white stockings. She was a terrefic 
horse and friend, not just a family pet. But almost 3 years ago, God decied that 
he wanted a prize-winning quarter-horse of his own. He took the best one that i 
could think of, for there was no better than her. My uncle who also passed away 
about 10 years ago decided that he had one last rodeo left in him and wanted his 
favorite gal, Pam.  There is no doubt in my mind that she is now a southern 
angel, through and through but most of all forever!


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A Letter to a childhood friend

I haven’t wrote to you since you went to war.
In fact much longer before you started that tour.
So I’ve taken pen, whilst you took sword.
But right now I don’t feel it’s all too mighty.
I’m struggling too much to strike a chord.
And I wonder if over there you even thought you liked me.
Remember when we used to play war with sticks and twigs,
For giddy kiddy kicks and gigs?
I fear I may have made that too fun for you.
Cause it was my imagination your enthusiasm used to tire its legs through.
We used to fight a lot and not just for pretend.
Both of us took too long with toys we’d lend.
In our angsty teens we tore the seams.
And we were both too busy trying to be men to learn to sew.

It was your mum who told me you’d enlisted.
It was for the best you always lacked that discipline she insisted.
And I agreed.

It was my mum that told me about the funeral.
Said your mum wanted me to go with her to meet your coffin still.
And I couldn’t.


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Fly

I know no one really cares about me, i can see it in their eyes
They want me to trust them, i can hear it in their lies
I wish i could believe those who try to help me out
I hope one day i wont rely on doubt
some say worthless, others say i'm too perfect
i look in the mirror and see what i reflect
i see a girl waiting to die
i see a boy try to get by
a little boy getting shoved 
you now what we ll have in common? we all want to be loved
and after all of our trials
others think we aren't worth the while
so when you see me in the halls crawling
don't leave me to feel like i'm falling 
show us that we're not alone 
make us feel like we're on a throne
we all belong here, but not all of us know why
so wherever you go, look for me, teach me how to fly


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Pride

The real truth is nobody can handle anything
We are all minature soldiers in a routine of stregnth
Some may be used to a faded regime in ardent extremities
Others ponder the ellaborate scheme amidst 
Shadows torn in darkened pavement sought regime
We often will hide behind the false hidden garb of compromise
Twisted logical persuasion bursts through the sky
In our pride we tend to hide behind its mask a handicap
In pursuit of change we vaguely rearrange its ardent mast
Coupled by a porposal amidst tragic events in decay
We then surface amidst the variation of its pitch face down in some ditch
No one ever thinks rationally anymore too stuck up for their own good
In silence one can equate twisted brains in disguise of shallow pools
In retrospect to want we ignore its regard to help
Shades of green grass in illumination breath in oceanic conquest
An eager delight to shout full force inside the equated shape
We then will hide behind a loose decision made in the darkness
~
Through the flood of innocence we negate to tolerate its light
Instead we compromise by living by sight

Shaped our illusional grade of hope!


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The Day That Changed My Life

*Dramatic Monologue*

It was a normal Thursday. I went to school, and was on my way home. But on the 
way, Adam, the guy I've been crushing on forever stopped to talk with me and he actually asked me to go to a movie tomorrow night, I accepted of course. I got in my car and drove home. When I walked up to the front door, it was open. My dad never leaves the door open. I walked in and called out, "Dad! Dad!" No answer. Then I look and on the couch I see my dad, lying there with three gun shots in his head, covered in blood. 
Almost too weak to walk, I then see my mother on the floor with a gunshot to the chest, also covered,covered in blood. Crying hysterically I went into my brother's room 
hoping he wouldn't be there. (He stayed home from school today because he was sick) 
But he was. He was there. And he looked just like my parents, expect he was shot the 
most. *Cries for a bit, then gathers herself together* Twelve times. TWELVE TIMES. 
Who would do this?! Who would do this to me?! To my family?! Why didn't I die with my 
family?! Why was I spared?! I shouldn't have talked to Adam. I shouldn't have. Why did 
I do that?! *Cries again, then a pause and continues* After that I was never the same. 
I was a different person. A different being. Because that was the day that changed my 
life.


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Fallen Angel

Stephen Lewis RIP. Murdered 24-01-2009

FALLEN ANGEL 

Fallen angel, free to roam, 
Your soul hath gone to play.   
God took you in his loving arms, 
To heavens gates that day. 

Fallen angel, shining star, 
A brother, son and friend. 
Harshly taken from this world, 
Tho' you're with us to the end. 

Fallen angel spread your wings,   
In our hearts, your love, we keep. 
Your memory will shine on through,   
As we lay you down to sleep.   

Stephen Lewis RIP 

  A victim of the London culture of knife crime.  24-01-2009


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baby

new life, bringing joy to his surroundings
thoughts sprouting, body growing
playful ideas all about small toys
aging conscious, making risky choices
mind guilty, body wilting
old life, bringing tragedy to his surroundings


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The Unmarked Graves

In an rod-iron fence, next to Independence rock,
sits the site of unmarked graves.
A hundred or more years; they sat unrevered
seems history; made a mystery, of their names.

Children they say; rest in the graves,
nieth the shadow of a granite wall.
A boy and a girl, and another still,
may lay behind the fenced befall.

The grandson of the hangin judge, 
one account is said to say,
and a girl who's father mined soda ash,
less than a mile away.

It seems these accounts, 
difficult as they might be,
somehow lost there place, 
in our modern history.

No markers for the two, 
and still there may be three?
death's dark door,
often came swift, and tragically.

Though no makers remain, 
For the children unnamed.
The fence is there to remind us,
the progress made, along the way,
with the cost of life, 
as the purchase.


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I'm Not Afraid to Die Anymore

I'm not afraid to die anymore.

It happened when I realized what it'd really been like to be young.
There were all these things coming in, 
and all of them fascinating,
like the unbiased smiles of potential friends
on the first day of school. 
When I didn't expect the pain to last.
When I didn't acknowledge that laughter would end.
But everything does, 
all the good things and the bad things,
eye to eye, hand in hand. 
I'm not afraid to die anymore.

Ring around the rosie, we all fall down. 
A cheerful song for death,
because when we were young,
we didn't divide the lines 
between right and wrong so quickly. 
I was hateful without knowing hate,
self-indulgent without apology,
loving, giving, happy, sad,
and for a little candy,
anything could be forgotten. 
And everything will,
so I'm not afraid to die anymore. 

Now I'm older,
and the smell of rain on the sidewalk
tries to remind me what it was like.
Sometimes I slow down and let it.
There was the sound of church bells,
when they didn't remind me of the failures of god.
Dogs could entertain me for hours.
A movie watched a hundred times,
and a song replayed daily, for months on end.
For everything, I ached.
For anyone, I grinned.
That was then,
but it turns out that none of it was really lost,
that can't be found. 
All I had to do was hit the ground,
after losing a thing I loved too much. 
And get up to find that I could walk
with less care than was learned,
with a little less love than what was bought. 
With less attention, the little things distract me now.
With hands that are open, but don't attach themselves too much
to what is felt, I can touch almost anything,
and nothing can pull so hard.
Not even life.
Not even death.


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Keratin

shiny rhinoceros horns on your hands 
hair grows in beautiful strands 
not horn but nails and same as hair 
your flesh ripped by white black bear 
spirit stole your life 
and for lunch ate your wife


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let this child be remembered --NYC

a lost boy asked a
stranger for help; was kidnapped,
killed and dismembered

an innocent life
snatched by evil hands ; let this 
child be  remembered


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Reflections

Old man, face wrinkled with age, moves slowly down bus, walking stick in shaky hand. Bus jolts, old man mutters. Kindly hand grabs arm. Fat lady, jolly face. Aunt Betty when he was young. Mirror reflections. Old man sits down wearily Woman in front, loaded with shopping, and two young children. One with runny nose, other chocolate covered face. Wife, children long ago. Mirror reflections. Old man gets off bus, walks down road. Lowered head, eyes sad. Places newly cut flowers by gravestones, three. Family killed in blitz. tears run down face. Mirror cracked.


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The Longest Road

The longest road that I recall,
isn’t very long at all
I used to ride it is a child
on sunny Saturday afternoons
my sister and I play car games
she says “That is your house”
and points to a trailer
I say “This is yours”
and point to a dumpster
Yet we do not worry
what really will become of us
We continue in our coloring books
Along with an old banjo cassette
and when we feel gravel under the tires
and we can no longer color inside the lines
we’ll know we are close to arrival.
My sister graduates from Law school this may
and I am just now getting started
The longest road that I recall
Isn’t really long at all.


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WE, THE DEAD




My memory rippled, shifted shamefully, like the waves below the gangplank.
Mother clung, but her hand was shaking so badly that for a crippling moment 
I feared she would knock me into rank depths that seemed to mouth my name.

The well, that well, and its hold have returned and I am once again down, down,
under dark waters which pull all the will from me, a sinful thought for a girl
of thirteen, but the mad, mad, sadness laps at my thoughts, endlessly eroding

at courage and the belief that we will ever reach other shores and start life anew. 
Unsinkable they say, mocking God and hell, daring to claim, this Titan is tame.
Liars all, painting inky seas blue and tagging our holding barge the ship of dreams.

Third class, we are kept like kippers, tightly packed, and I long for Peterborough,
Where skies do not tilt and I can escape to the fields and their wildflower seams,
Oh, I hear the mourning of propellers, turning, turning like Mother’s pale torment.

She will not sleep, her terror is patronized by my older siblings, but I see, too,
her premonitions and far, far, below, I hear the icy echo of drowning calling,
My old friend who once let me go, but soon, soon will use that familiar undertow.

Finally, comes the grinding grinding to a stop and from our bunks we are falling,
And sweet Will sucks his thumb without being told no, no, no, little Connie’s bawling,
But its father who shocks me the most, for he is oddly quiet and his eyes are hazed.

We get to the deck, but there is no lifeboat for eleven, so I gazed upwards instead, 
Count the distant and indifferent stars, remember how I’d almost seen Heaven,
Listen to the band playing, playing and mother praying, praying for we, the dead.






About this poem

I am writing a fictionalized account of Miss Dorothy “Dolly” Florence Sage, 13, Titanic passenger. However these are the facts: Dolly fell down a well as a little girl, nearly drowned, and as a result her mother was terrified of water. Annie Sage, 44, did not want to cross the Atlantic, but supported her husband, John, also 44, and his dream to begin a new life in America. They had nine children. No one in the family survived. The youngest was only four. Stella, the oldest girl, managed to get to a lifeboat, but refused to get on without her family. The picture is not that of Dolly, but of a girl from that era.


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Look To The Sea

With waves crashing to my feet repeat in timeless cavity;

Stranded through its idle pull in our ellaborate flames...
Shallow pools in its left over residue plain yet what to do?
Still,
Look to the sea...

Onto a far off distance after she would marry me
Let all evil now flee,
The turning of the dial in its exquisite source
Look to the sea,

A waves tumbling then what to believe
A grand fulfillment in what to achieve;
In long lines we will find,
A tollerance for truth yet one drop of a dime

In time we can come to a reason for while we are alive?
Look to the sea a reason to believe,
What have we achieved?

Our fallen economy collapsed at its seams!
Scream
Through the notion of laughter a tear drop fell
Amidst the excursion an inner swell

We look deep through the pyramids amidst its timeless cavity...
Look to the sea lest I refrain amidst a traverse glue hero's are game
A line drawn in the sand,
When will we ever understand?


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Sierra Leone - A long way gone book by Ishmael Baeh

South province where Mattru jong is located!
    
Intriguing issues as a young boy!
    
Escaped from drugs and the war!
   
Rebels – They don’t agree with the government and think    everyone is the enemy!
     
Ready to start over!
    
A lhaji close friend of Ishmael!
    
Lonely waking around by himself at the age of 12!
   
Evaluated but never understood!
  
One world with terrible memories!
    

Never being able to let go of  memories! 
           

Elated  at being with his uncle!


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I saw them once!

It was monday afternoon and a cool breeze parted my hair like a blooming flower
Long as my hair was it looked magnificently golden as it shown with power

Sweet summer sweat gleamed off of my skin as I ran through the field
Endless energy and spirit my presence could wield

Just in front of me skipping as she pleased. 
My childhood soul mate the goddess Genivieve.

Hand in hand we danced and giggled without a care in the world
My first crush was a tomboyish little girl

Silly as it may sound but the truth is this
She made my heart jump and my legs twitch

As the sun wound down into eve
The colors in the sky was a masterful weave

Just as the orange and purple sky grew darker with the passing hour
Angels flew after the fading gold tower

I knew she saw them too! So we talked with smile and gleam
Could we have shared the same wonderful dream?

I knew then on that we were supposed to be
Though now she is much more than a memorie

Every now and again I find myself looking at that same setting
Imagining the girl I once new at our childhood wedding

Now she sits at those same gates and stares into my eyes
while I sit here and blubber and cry

That is not only what she does for me during my time
Her hands steal these keys and formulate rhymes
                    (David Welch 10 years old)


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Disapear

Dont follow me
I am the thing that should not be
Nothing left to see
How could you blame me?
I got kicked out of school
Im nothing but a failed soul
Waste of life
Killin myself with every type of knife
I chose the wrong path
Couldnt find my other half
Soon i will disapear
Nothing... 
im not going to share
You dont not care
Im not telling you what you want to hear
These ending days youll live in fear
You dont like the things i wear
Falling into more dispare
Into the skies
Further into the stars
You will see
12-12-12
My ending is here






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Enigmatic Lane

Enigmatic Lane

This enigmatic lane-
I’ve walked long.
And now I see
Only barren lands,
A mere setting sun,
And a vague horizon.

I turn to look back
Along this enigmatic lane.
And then I see
Those umpteen vicissitudes,
Those sudden meanders,
Those familiar turns,
Those abrupt detours.

Down this enigmatic lane,
There have been
Many a rich meadows,
Many a bleak wastelands,
Millions of pompous marches,
Millions of disconcerting dirges,
Several comforts of love,
Several cruelties of reclusion.

Along this enigmatic lane
I may no longer tread, for-
As I now halt, I ponder-
Perpetuation has always been
The ruse of fleeting phases,
And what worth has it been
To walk this enigmatic lane.


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I'LL SMILE 4 U

Stroll through the Illest Empire
So much heat feeling like we’re living in the fire
But we’re living under fire
Tell me how many shots must it take before my loved ones are crying at my own wake
Its time for a break from sad eyes I’ve seen grown men cry
It hurts to tell a loved one good-bye
It’s the same reason why they died
Hearts just too full of pride
Mothers praying their young’n wont be a victim of a homicide
Too many drive-bys blood shed for a block you really can’t call mine
Wishing we could turn back time
High off of nickels’ and dimes
Making moves to boost your grind looking for hope
But the hustle got us in a head choke
Don’t blame me for acting crazy cause this how the streets made me and you
To watch our back and throw bows and cuss
Cause you got to be tough when times are rough
I know your asking when will enough be enough
And truth is I don’t know but this is how it goes down
But if I make it out will you smile for me now

So many families struggling with poverty
I don’t judge cause that use to be me
Watching mom come home late
Barley any food on our plate
So young and life we already hate
Praying God bring us something great
My clothes were cheap imitates and kids called you on them for being fake
Knowing mom bust her ass to provide
But all your knock offs you begin to hide
Ashamed of what you own
I know how you feel I been there too
I see mothers walking there kids to school
And the walk is far when you cant afford a car
Mom hoping one day you’ll be a star
I know about being next to poor
Your local neighborhood liquor market is your grocery store
Wishing you didn’t have to go through that living off of food stamps
Cube the neighborhood is a trap but we’ll all be free
So smile for you and me

Even 2pac said smile for me
This isn’t how its always going to be unless you let it be
In our different way we’re all a G
Cause we’re trying to make it straight legit
Whatever your hustle never quit but don’t lose yourself in it
Cause you still got a long ways to go
Still got a long time to grow
Use what you know to get by or you wont survive
Remember to always keep your dreams alive
Whatever it is just do it and never try
The limit is the sky so keep your heads held high
And when you come to a hard road just always know nothing can keep you down
You’ll be able to come back around
So give yourself a chance
And I’ll smile for you now

JUNE ‘06
B.K.M.jr


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I Had a Dream





                                      I Had a Dream

                         I had a dream. Oh I had a dream.
                         I sat in a chair in despair thinking
                       of the love and memory of my mother.
     In my dream I built a stairway to heaven with tears to hug her.
              Halfway with out a sound or word in the silent skies
                              an angel appeared upon me.
                        It was a precious and beautiful site.
Oh! I said could you for me ask God to cross a rose and lilac together
to create a bush with large clusters of white, purple, and pink flowers
                             and the fragrance of memory
   And give it long green stems so it can stand free and gracefully.
        Also ask him to it a name, a special name ‘ Kollock ‘
          and let it represent never forgotten love and memories.
                       In my dream God did this for me,
                     and gave it to my mother as a gift from me






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New Beginning

Introduction: It’s a piece dedicated to the lullaby of a different kind. It’s something which has happened to many out there, but the experience is distinctively significant…


A priceless surprise, silenced all in its tune By a soft heavenly cry, from the delivery room Only a few hours was the night; so young Where for the first time, she opened her eyes, While by her side her dearly loved one For the last time, closed her teary eyes Father held her near and resounded to her cry; But all mother could share was, this lullaby – The long last beep from the ECG Echoed her heartbeat…The last goodbye Happiness and sadness broke through the night With streams of tears for mother’s plight; She never had the chance to hold her close But left precious prayers that never left her side As she came down to their hearts Her soul flew up high apart, The transfer of two lives through one, Their journey was complete and done Caught within that reverie He conveyed the Azaan through her ears, In the wake of such irony He fell down to prostrate in tears When all hopes seemed to end, father’s prayer did transcend O’ Almighty became her closest friend and had for her a Grande plan, Under HIS mercy and HIS guide, she flourished through the darkest nights To a new beginning – she set off to write.


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Slaughter

My tears flood me, my mind boggles, and my fears are real.
I see blood gushing, her head severed, death unveiled.
Fear of my life, fear in my mind, I was three.
He lift his hand, machete clutched tight, it was daddy.
A quick swoosh, dead silence, mommy froze.
Her body fluttered, her blood spurted out, she groaned.
He looked at me, spotted with blood, his eyes gloat.
Dropped the machete; picked up his gun; pointed to his throat.
A loud bang, I jumped, he fell.
I now realize both my parents are dead.


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The Ghetto

~~

In my mind is a place of unbearable beauty,
     So agonizing to recall the charm;
A place, so lovely and pretty, rows of homes,
             And lace curtains billowing in the breeze.

                            The place of my early childhood.

Where children played and lived safe and happy
     Until that day, that dark, dark, dark day;
The day my sister Suzanne died, left this world,
               Hit by a passing truck so suddenly.

                              And my world changed, forever.

My family left this home far behind, we moved,
     But in my mind this place remained beautiful;
Many, many years have passed, life has gone forward,
                And I return for the first time.

                              The beauty shattered in my mind.

Replaced by the reality of an inner city ghetto,
     Devastated, rundown, ravaged rows of houses;
Boarded up, crumbling, gone to waste and ruin,
                  It is almost to much to fathom.

                               Yet there is a shadow of the beauty.

And as I view the destruction of time passed,
     Houses fallen and given way to neglect;
I realize my memory is no longer a valid thing,
                   Closing my eyes, I recall the loveliness.

                                   A time I had placed on a pedestal.

Gone, gone, gone is the existence of beauty,
    Only and forever living in my wandering mind;
In the mind of a child, happy and safe, playing,
                    Where nothing horrible ever happens.

                                    The place of my early childhood.


__________________________

Verse







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final goodbye

My outside smile doesn’t match on the inside
Growing up all I wanted was a dad by my side
But I never had you in my life
Sit with my pad and I write
That’s what hurts the most
I went on a search for you father
It would have been easier to search for ghosts
What made it harder
Is you had a chance to be a dad
But you rejected it
I’m trying to advance through the sad
While accepting it
I needed you the most
Now I’m not affectionate 
To anyone who tries to get close
People always leave. I’m expecting it
Talk about my dad I act like I don’t miss him
But it’s eating me up inside
Can my feelings be justified?
How could I say goodbye
When you ****ing died
When we rarely said a simple hi
We got to see each other a few times a year
You turned up drunk. Blind from beer
At times I wish I could rewind to there
But I let my smile out shine my tears
The death of you was the birth of me
I try and figure what’s best to do
But people see the worst in me
Sober and clean
They want the dirt on me
A coward is something I’ll never be
But a boy in need of a dad I’ll probably forever be
Everything I’m yet to achieve. And everything I already have
Will it make up for never having a dad?


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Death Of An Uncle, And The Melted Lego Man

I had only just begun to understand 
the meaning of death when my uncle died.
Before him, death was something that
happened to family members of which
I had never seen nor spoken to.
Sometimes they were brought back to
us  during dinner time, Dad would down
his beer and speak of their yesteryears.
The day my uncle died my mothers face
changed it sagged like a wet flannel
stuck to a bathroom wall.
She grew large sacks under her eyes
these were where here tears gathered
I remember thinking.
And her face, her face reminded me of
my little lego mans, he had fallen from
his turret into the hungry coal fire two
years before, Father rescued him from
the flames, carried him like a newborn bird
in the soft folds of his palm.
When father returned him to me, his face
was suspended, frozen yellow droplets
ran down his yellow smiling face.
After the funeral and after those unknown 
well wishers had drunk themselves sad
I fetched my little Lego man, and replaced
his head with the smiling pirates one
I gave it to my mother, and she like the Pirate smiled.


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My baby My angel

A beautiful soul inside and out, taken before your time. Never getting to see the life that was ment to be. You were apart of me, my own flesh and blood. There is no greater love than the love we shared. A bond between a mother and her child, an unbreakable bond till the end of time. I would do anything to protect you, from any and all harm, but you fate was sealed from the time you were conceived. My angel, my saving grace, the apple of my eye. I only had you for a short time but i loved you so muc, but now your gone. You will alway's have my heart till the end of time.


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Indian burial ground

The Indian rounds the corner of the room
Seeing the sadness through the eyes of a girl
There are a lot of things about this world that we don't know 
the truth behind humanity the heartbeat of ones last breathe
or the pain one suffers mentally 

I don't even know if people can see the truth
Or if they shut themselves out of the real and into the fake
We all know the fakness of what a human can put off
We all know the sickness one stores inside their skull
Can we all see what's going on? this day I see some that are still blind
 some that are so blind they can not imagine! 

The things one can do
The things one may hide

A life filled with questioning
A life full of hate and despair 
A life of several lies
A life with no reason of existing

A series of depression
A time of regret
A worry of fear 

A fear of ourselves 

An unwritten book with no pen to write with

Voice of reason


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An Old Photo

That still fresh old photograph of you
astride a spotted pony, bare feet
dangling as limply as your torn dress:
the background was a high veranda,
cool green trimmed with gingerbread.

A small boy sat the animal with you --
two solemn and handsome children
upon a well-fed pony, photographed
by an itinerant in the thirties --
the time frozen as long as the picture
or our fading memories of it may last.

The boy, our brother,
did little in his forty years;
but now, we see his boy's eyes,
soft, liquid, serious, sad,
no hint of smile about them;
we weep his loss.

And you, sister:
alert, protective, girl's face
set to fend off the world --
cast so early in your role
as the family glue
holding us all together.


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broken

Dear Lord
This is my minority report
my people have been outcasted
food and water is short.
Population persecution set up for political power
so my people bear their fate, in their faith
in search of a higher power.
jesus christ!
the planes just crashed into the towers
is not that a indication we approaching our final hours?!
Katrina shedded her tears on New Orleans
The coke can levee's collasped
and the rain came pouring
big momma inhaled the sea water while she was snoring
Damn! A wave just ran off with cousin La'Teemah
It's been five days and still nothing from F.E.M.A
Bodies for rafts as the news crew continue to fly pass
we float in the alligator infested water with no food, power or gas!
Dear Lord, how long this nightmare going to last?
Just a few more days,
help is on the way,
just be patient and pray,
is all the D'evils could say!
Like they dont see nothing wrong
with whats going on
i just lost everything i owned
and to make the Super Dome my new home!
30,000 was the count,
if you didnt get in, you drowned
some of my kin was found!
But the rest wasnt,
lost a aunt, a brother, and a few cousins
and you wondering why i'm cussing
news copters fly low my gun busting
Cause they not here to help us,
so i wait on the next bus
hoping to secure a seat for me
but living with the reality 
this here might be it for me
im broken!


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From A Distance

A cold brisk morning out on the lake
The picture was both calm & sirene
What else do I see
With elegant rolling hills throughout it's vast yet timeless scope

In the water gaze with a soft reflection of my inner soul intact'
The only traffic to equate of green ferns in modest formation
A column of rocks having a feature of some grand esquisite castle
Yet to my surprise what was it's big hastle

~
The native indians must have claimed it as a sacred place'
Leaving behind not the slightest hint as to the outcome of the matter,
A soothing mirage of some timeless scenic view outside
Yet who really knew;

In the sky a dusting of blue through its filtered timeless invention
To have a view of nature's beckoning call
There is no riven tree, or lamb dropped by an eagle
After the warm days the rain comes pimpling

A classic scene taken out of the apple dumpling gang trio'
From a distance we have finally arrived to our claim to fame'
Water and fire succeed;
The town, the pasture and the weed...

A young finch makes room in their nest
While all the waiting world carry's on to try to pass the test
With the given hope to labor in the blazing sun;
To finally enter into God's heavenly rest,

From a distance I see a reflection of what I could have been
With a time well spent in thought;
Through a small lens we can only vaguely see
A pivotal regard toward that of reality

Dust in the air suspended
Marks the place where a story ended
The death of hope and despair
This is the death of air !


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2nd Half of Billy's Ride

He had vowed to pay a visit
 When he said good-bye to eight
 On this date of June the second
 Perfect time to celebrate
 
 Picked wild flowers in the thicket
 Made a circular bouquet
 Placed them down across the headstone
 Of the boy who bore his name

 As he stood there he felt joyful
 Certain Billy was with God
 For no youngster suffered satan
 When his flesh returned to sod
 
 Then, he thought about his grandpa
 Who had died at sixty-eight
 He recalled him as a good man
 But he wondered, "Was Gramps saved?"

 Billy started feeling lonely
 Thought, "It makes no sense to me
 Why a young child gets free passage
 Into God's eternity

 "If I grow up feeling faithless
 Must I pay forevermore
 That's a risk that's not worth taking
 Maybe I should close the door"

 He climbed back aboard his three-speed
 Pedaled out onto Route Five
 Saw a semi coming toward him
 One quick turn could end his life

 He felt sorry for his parents
 All the grief his death would cause
 Then he thought about forever
 They were saved, he might get lost
 
 When the truck had almost reached him
 He veered sharply in its path
 And he closed his eyes and waited
 For the bloody aftermath

 But he never heard a crash
 Instead...

 He was sitting in Demato's
 With a Nehi on a tray
 But they wouldn't take his money
 For his drink, or birthday cake

 So for little Billy Edwards
 A new chapter had begun
 No more sweating out his future
 Childhood was a time for fun

 He believed all of his loved ones
 Would re-gather one fine day
 In a place none could imagine
 Well beyond the Milky Way

 Where he'd meet the other Billy
 Learn the answers one-by-one
 Why his was the only gravesite
 And why he had died so young

 And as Bill grew slowly older
 He convinced a goodly lot
 That we didn't merely happen
 But Somebody called the shot


Details | ABC | |

abortion

Mommy I love you
 This is my goodbye
 You said you wanted me
 But it was all a lie
 Your boyfriend left you 
So now I'm a joke
 I didn't drown
 I didn't choke
 I should get to live
 Like you did
 Laugh and play 
Like any other kid
 Well you've made up your mind
 So now I'm not here
 I didn't want to die
 Its a babies biggest fear
 Babies shouldn't die
 Over a persons choosing
 Let me be adopted
 Then its only you I'm losing
 Abortion is selfish
 It means you have no heart
 If God wanted it to happen
 He would have added that part


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That Was You Mom

Mom that was you who first was there
Tiny and helpless that was me
You taught me to eat and made me laugh
You were there when I was sick.

Mom that was you who really cared
You wiped my eyes and washed my feet
The sadness and lessons I had to learn
In your way you helped me understand.

Mom that was you who had to leave
Taken away so suddenly
The lies from others I had to live
You remained alive inside my heart.

Mom that was you I truely missed
Those years I needed you so bad
Many mothers took your place
I never thought badly of you.

Mom that was you who really knew
The pain we lived inside
Putting the past behind us now
Life made sense once again.

Mom then I learned that was you
The woman I emulated passed down from heredity
I couldn't explain where it all came from
Being with you my questions answered.

Mom then you became so sick and weak
You would pass before my crying eyes
Your last breath sent you away
To Heaven, where you now reside.

Mom if I could tell you that it is you I miss today
Another Mothers Day without you here
Knowing in my heart you are finally free
A lifetime in my heart that's where you will always be.


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mY LiFe QuOtes!

She asked me why i cried so much..
I told her,"Look me in the eyes."..she cried too..


Details | Elegy | |

My Great-Grandmother, Great Mother

My great-grandmother is sitting
outside in the winter sun,
with a double-felted deel, 
snow white hair, 
and a hat,
just taking it in.

I play at her feet, and I
make a racket, 
running fast about,
I raise dust in front of Great Mother,
whom even the birds ignore.

The quiet fire in her gentle soul
was once very fierce they say
but all I see when I look at her, 
is the calm warmth in her eyes,
while I play at her feet
with the clouds, rocks
the desert spirits, and the sky.

She moves with effort, no complaints,
she takes upon all the worldly cares
feeds, clothes, and shelters me, 
fetching and tending,
to food, water, and fire--

Ah, fire, they say, she broke hearts
of men who rode over mountains
who crossed icy rivers; 
and they say, she knew,
Knew, and her hair grew more gray,
when five of her seven children--
the exact moments they each died.

As I play with the clouds,
the rocks, the desert spirits, and the sky,
I know my Great Mother--
she lives in them all now,
somehow in that cold winter sun, she's still
sitting there with a double-felted deel, and a hat.
As I play at her feet, running fast about
sometimes I glimpse her snow white hair, and,
she takes upon herself 
all of my worldly cares.


Details | Free verse | |

The Inner Struggle

Some our very eager perplexed swept within

Underneathe the belly of the beast
A needed flower to grow amidst the rise of yeast
Within sullen fragmented dreams & truth
One may even negate that inner truth for a lie?

That inner struggle within/

To remain attached to the vine sublime

We are more then qualified for its great design
To calm the nerves from within
We look to man yet find no hold
We look toward self thus grafted in again onto the rights are sold

We then read books based on logic & get trapped within
~

For some, 
It's inner struggle is what we all must seek to face
Within loose debris in decayed formation
Yet some its inner struggle is a way of escape?

Proned toward evident inhillation embraced with its surfaced Peyton Place;

The inner struggle from within
Fought back the heavy tears with a smile
Still to know all the great while
A hand to hold a loving kiss embraced

For this is the thought provoking struggle we enivatably all must face?

The inner struggle.


Details | Limerick | |

In the Meadow

Sunshine, daises, and purple marshmallow In my meadow which the humans left fallow Lovely flowers I greet Glad to give their fruit sweet To the sounds of my stream so shallow
The sky is grey, the sun is dead For it would follow where my sweet-ling led Plants crunch 'neath my boots Dead for still having roots In this meadow where from all he fled
Something has upset the drowsy air So I rise from among petals fair Creatures bolted in fear At me she stops to peer Not one of my homes did she spare
A monarch floats nearer, an old broken toy I reach my hand forward to crush out its joy He once was as weak Wings brush my dry cheek In this meadow, at last, I can cry for my boy
By Grace Williams


Details | Free verse | |

The saga of the dusty road

The Saga of dusty roads of Utah 
(To the memory of Don W. Esplin, father of Kathryn Esplin-Oleski)
= =
There he was playing with some mild explosives, 
in his own backyard, a resolute boy he is; 
the June month had swelled like the taut belly of 
a neighborhood lady; the boy wanted to be 
a scientist which he became. He, of course could not 
envision that all these sepia dust of Utah, 
the noon backyard and a young scientist’s narrative 
would be remembered by his explosive daughter 
and a strange Indian was going to pen a saga. 

Alfred Nobel was smiling from a page of a book 

The boy rolled a cigarette, the smoke’s curlicues 
swirl up to grain the picture. A blast almost choked
the bright blue jays and robins. Defused sun slanted.
The end of the road was just an end of the road 
where sun could meet earth, warm grass shook off the heat 
and the covert window of the farm house would yield 
a father and son talk. Strong argument on
future, on an university, on money 
on a world that could differ in generations;
of course the boy, as a father, understood 
his girl, then living apart. But distance is in heart.
He would grow up midst dreams. A quirky wind would blow him 
here and there; navy, marriage and science, 
pharmacology and marriage again; a gust
of wind would take him on a ride that, if he could 
read this he would have said, resembled his truck rides 
down the roads of Utah. But at that point of time
he was wide awake inside his misty night’s sleep 
and an American novel is shooting up 
its multiple heads in search of fresh oxygen. 
The waves of moon were enjoying a full tide.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


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Cry me a river

Cry me a river 
Build me a bridge
I cannot remember
Which ditch I did dig

I am here in the present
Yet live in the past
It’s all just a blur
Moving so fast

I have lived through the storm
I have fell to my knees 
But yet I do not know 
The importance of these

Send me a message
Show me the light
Take heed in my warning
I live in the night

Darkness is coming
I am fading from sight
The gate is now closing
Now comes the fright

I am lost and confused
So poor and confused
So beaten and broken
With no end in sight

Cry me a river
Build me a bridge
I cannot remember 
Which ditch I did dig


Details | I do not know? | |

Where Did He Go

Mother, where did he go, when I scored my first goal?
No one told me to expect honour roll.
Mother, where did he go, when I had my first date?
No one told me not to come home too late.
Mother, where did he go, when I got stopped by police?
No one taught me that a fight won’t make peace.

Your father left you, abandoned you here,
I’ve had to raise you, but I love you dear.
A terrible man, let me make you forget
Here, drink this tea, your past I’ll reset.

Father…

Where did you go, when I was five?
I worked at a desk and talked on the phone,
I worked as a lawyer, when I was very much alive.

Where did you go, when I was ten?
I lost my job at the firm, I served lunches instead,
But I spent time with you, I was happier then.

Where did you go, when I was a teen?
I taught you to skate, play baseball and hockey,
But then I disappeared, and never was seen.

Richard, my son, you have suffered like I
Forgotten your childhood, and thought me for dead.
But I am still here, only gone to the sky,
Your ma brought me here with a club to the head.


Details | Free verse | |

AN ELEGY FOR IOLANDA'S LOSS

When we lose someone
we have loved so much,
especially the one
who made a difference
in our past life...
we lose something of our own. 
And our sorrow reflects every
thought cherished by the deepness 
of that love; and for sometime, consolation
will not be found: unless we realize,
we are bound for the same destiny
in our predestined time.


Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci


Details | I do not know? | |

A Note To Mummy...

This is a note to mummy. 
To say, ‘thank you so very much’.
I will miss your sweet kindness,
And your soft, warm touch.

As you lie there in your bed, 
Smile as you read this,
Goodbyes are very hard, 
But cherish my one last kiss.

You were my everything, 
And, yes, you still are,
And when you are in heaven,
Hear my voice from afar. 

Thank you for all you’ve done for me,
For loving me so well,
No one, not anyone 
Can break our little spell. 

Our spell is cast on hope,
Trust and perfect love,
And when you see the lord,
May he greet you with his dove.

Oh, mummy, please don’t go.
Don’t let cancer take you, 
But if you really, really must,
I’ll say my final goodbye.

Daddy sends his love, 
Well, he would if he only knew,
But I was afraid to tell him, mum. 
After what he did to you…

So, as you lie there in your bed,
And as you slowly die,
In my prayers, you will always be,
For I am sure to cry…


Details | I do not know? | |

MY SQUALID JOURNEY TO A CERTAIN PARADISE

So morose and so lonely my sordid path is
lost in all this colossal wreck
a beauty spot in all this, that which mar the facet of earth

so destitute the walks of my path, with footsteps traced back
by the lingering stench of ancient fossils and putrid flesh,
the essence of life spelt from wars fought for the affairs of the heart
for love and hate

yet still the sound of tramping dost my life compose
for since this world I first eyed with wariness and upon my knees
i preyed upon my foes, crawling and stalking the shadows
away from this world that saw the babe's innocents
as something to impugn

stalked away from the eyes of the whole tumult
for no such rancorous ways ever beget acquiescence
nor do I seek merit in the eyes of scorn let alone
A life in the wombs of demise.


Details | I do not know? | |

Fragments Of Life

Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces.
Distant yet echoed through the listless years.
Grinding all emotion together in pain and love
and the melting begins to twist all the 
emotions into a spiral of hopelessness.
The fragment awakes.
and i find i missed the years of hope.
Hissing like snakes
tied around my neck like a rope!
Desolate and drenched in despair.
but a new hope enters with a different air.
Fragments entwined 
to form what's inside.


Details | Rhyme | |

A MASSIVE LIST OF RECIPES

My cooking skills changed my sad mood,
I learned them by watching patient mom in relentless motion
as she put much passion in her tasty food...
who could resist not giving it a try and carry on that devotion? 


In the steamy kitchen, she spent a lifetime inventing great, exquisite recipes;
a self-made chief in her own right with neat apron and white cap;
one must have thought she was on the way to the Emmy's nomination festivities 
to pick up her golden trophy...oh, I still laugh remembering that! 


"Don't stick your finger in my batter, son...raw eggs might make
 you sick!" mother ordered. " Wait until it's baked,
then you can eat as much as you like!" I froze, thinking of no trick...
oh, that spoon dripping with sweet batter I licked!


Mom no longer could prepare large meals for our hungry family,
she succumbed to grave illness, hoping I would take up that unbroken tradition...
and it made her so glad, sensing the bond of her precious legacy;
a massive list of recpes was the everlasting gift to me with profound affection.
   


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Saying Goodbye

Saying goodbye was the last thing I'd do You were taken from our lives far too soon My world has changed now that I don't have you Your eyes shone like stars, your smile the moon Your voice was like music straight from Heaven You taught me how to play Monopoly And the piano when I was seven We danced around the room and sang loudly We laughed so hard that we would almost cry We were just kids, so happy and care free Then you were gone and I didn't know why I couldn't understand how it could be Tears fell from my eyes as they carried you And saying goodbye was all I could do


Details | I do not know? | |

My Best Friend

Although there may be miles 
Hours secconds days
All this time between us
We always have our ways

Some people may build bridges
Others ladders high
But non of them will ever sucseed
That's why I never try

Some say your in my heart 
Some say your in my air
But that's not where I want you
All this dosent seem too fair

I wished you were back home
Wished upon a star
I've looked in all theese places 
But each one was just to far

I want to share my memories
My laughter and my tears
I want to get a cuddle 
As you rid me of my fears

You know you were my saviour 
My lighted tunnel end
Ill cherish you forever, Grandad.
My verry best, best friend.


Details | Free verse | |

Dreams Interpretation

When all of lifes moments come undone promise
In chasing after such a pipe dream
She then waited for me at ocean's side to hide
Inside alone wanting for warm words

To hide the pain to fan its flame yet still in the game
The interpretation of a dream
She waited inside for a kiss;
So very sorry that I had missed,

From a great distance the ocean waves sometimes
Draw back the curtains with a warm smile
The interpretation of a dream to walk the mile
The family was soon drawn together

She let me know how she felt inside,
On Summer's glade of twilight night
With lines drawn in the sand
Keep your slate clean when to understand

We each possess a certain quality.


Details | Classicism | |

Noone Will Ever Take Your Place

Everyday I listen to songs that remind me of you,
 I miss you so much I feel lost I dont even know what to do
 This is the hardest thing I ever had to go threw.
I would give anything just to have you back, 
But I know thats not gonna ever happen so I dont know how to act.
Now your miles & miles away,
 If I had one wish it would be for you to stay. 
I just hope your happy and okay.
Since I cant tell you I love you to your face
 I'm writing you this poem to let you know 
our memories noone can erase and in my life
 noone will ever take your place.


Details | Free verse | |

September 9, 2001

September 9, 2001

I was only five
When I learned what a terrorist was.

Sitting in class
Talking to tiny Ben
When the teacher from across the hall
Busted through the large wood door.

Her eyes were in tears
As she pulled Ms. Martin out,
Everyone was silent.

We listened intensely 
To hear the news she was given,
But no one could make out a word of it.

Ms. Martin walked back in slowly,
With a face of terror and depression.

No one dared to say a word.

A large, deep breath was taken
Before she finally spoke,
"Kids, it seems an airplane was taken by terrorist... They crashed it into one of the Twin Towers... Everyone is dead."

My heart skipped a beat,
My breathing stopped.

I looked at Ben,
Ben looked at me 
With eyes of question.

I stood up
and hugged Ms. Martin,
She cried out 
With grief and sadness.

I wasn't really sure why she was crying,
Maybe it was that the people died,
Perhaps she knew someone on the plane.

Fifteen years later,
Exactly,
Almost to the exact hour,
I sit here and write this remembrance.


Details | Rhyme | |

Susana's Melody

Susana played a flaunting tune,

That lingered near the haunting moon,

The song was tragic, sad ,and sour,

Which filled her with the darkest power,

And when her song was over and done,

She knew she had the best of fun,

For when her mother scurried in,

There was a floating violin.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Old House and the New Home

The Old House and the New Home
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I’ve lived in houses in the country side
There with my family I did abide
By the dust and gravel of a country road
Much pride was taken in our humble abode

I’ve lived in houses perched on a hill
Many of which are not standing still
They provided shelter in their time
Provoked memories that make life rhyme 

I’ve lived in a house on a city street
Where the neighbors came out at night to meet
I’ve lived in houses made of wood and stone
On avenues where children could safely roam

I’ve lived in houses of mortar and brick
Where driveways were paved and the grass was thick
I’ve enjoyed houses far better than most
Where friends would come and I could serve as host

But my current house seems like a foreign land
Where everyone wants to lend me a hand
Living in this place is not my desire
Of this arrangement I easily tire

The time has come for me to leave
To this old house I will not cleave
I no longer want a cottage here below
To a fine home in heaven soon I will go.

I long not for a mansion or streets of gold
But just a place where I will never grow old
A place where pain and sadness are never more
Where happiness is found on every shore

I am eager, yes ready, to move out
To possess my new home with a shout!
The promised home Jesus went to prepare
Death please come quickly, I want to be there.


Details | I do not know? | |

Fall

When I was little and would fall and hit my knee
I would cry and you took care of me
When I got older and fell in love that would end
I would cry and you would be my friend

Now I am the mother kissing knees
And telling my sons bout the birds and bees
But I am not sure if I am doing it right 
So I call you late at night

And I cry God I don't know what to do
And you tell me it is okay I trust you
I am not sure if I can handle the next fall
When I loss my brick wall

So daddy please stay here 
I would cry and none would care
I need you still so much each day
So daddy please tell God to wait for a few more days


Details | Free verse | |

Shades Of Grey

                                                                        Shades Of Grey

A peril of sort left my job moved up North

In islands in the stream some apparent evil scheme
Shades of grey by its means something don't actually turn out to what they mean
Shades of grey silver smile walk the old river Nile
A plate of fries evil pass getting to know the midnight pass

Shades of grey all torn up inside we will hide
Souts of joy then applause some may insist on it being a lost cause
Sadly we put up with the chill running down the spine evil swine
In deepened peril outside twilight Christmas Carol

Shades of grey how they swoon to its nightly visible tune.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Dying Dreams

The young dream their dreams away at night

Hoping they come true

A doctor,policemen,veterinarian and other dreams are developed by the young

Too naive to understand the ways of the world

Determined as ever to achieve their dreams

The old regret the dreams they could never accomplish

They had dreams but unknowingly never came true

You go from living a world full of dreams

To living the reality that is life

Why do we let our dreams die

We were so excited as young kids

At the foot step of our dreams

Were we haunted by the mountain we had to climb

To make our dreams come true

Did we simply quit

Because of society’s pressure

Did money deter our dreams away while we slept at night

Did we let doubt creepy into our hearts

Silently killing all of our dreams without realizing it

Why do dreams die so quickly

When we spent years of our youth

Hoping that we could get an opportunity

To make them come true

Dream big, chase your dreams and never let them die


Details | Rhyme | |

Red Snow

It had just begun to snow
So we went outside to play
Who knew the winter of '99
Would scar us that day

He was a boy of thirteen
Much older than I
But he agreed to toss snowballs
Under the gray sky

Red would soon be 
The color of the snow
But little did 
Either of us know

I ran from him
And hid behind a car
I tried to gather more snowballs
But I didn't get far

There was a screech
A thud and a scream
Peeking out from my hiding place
I prayed it was just a dream

But there was my cousin
Pinned between a car and a fence 
The air around me changed
And became very dense

At that moment, my parents arrived home 
To see their nephew still on the lawn
My father cried, he was like a son
While my mother became very withdrawn 

I had seen everything
They told me to go
The last image I have 
Is of him on red snow


Details | Quatrain | |

The Little Girls Abyss

Ever since I was young
I always had this dream
About a little girl who lived next door
Who drowned in a nearby stream

I don't know what possessed me
But I always knew one day
She would turn up at my door
And ask me out to play


I mentioned it to my parents
They said "listen" and sat me down
It happened before we moved here
Her bigger sister let her drown

The family we bought the house from
Moved on from the fear of this
Their teenage daughter suffered nightmares
And dreamt of a wet abyss


Many years have passed
I am now well into my teens
But this aura that still surrounds me
Everywhere I look she's seen

One evening I went to shower
As normal I pulled back the screen 
I turned to look in the mirror
She was there, staring back at me

There was an incredible similarity
She looked like me when i was young
Now having shown herself, is it over
Or has it really just begun





http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark-3.php




Details | Rhyme | |

Because I Was Bullied

Because I was smart,
I was bullied,
Because I was bullied,
I was hurt,
Because I was hurt,
I grew weak,
Because I grew weak,
I couldn’t speak,
Because I couldn’t speak,
I was alone,
Because I was alone,
I couldn’t take it,
Because I couldn’t take it,
I was crazy,
Because I was crazy,
I grew suicidal,
Because I grew suicidal,
I grew homicidal,
Because I grew homicidal,
I begin to kill,
Because nobody cares about my hurt or how I feel,
They thought it was a joke but now it’s real.


Details | Classicism | |

Was Evil Created by God...?

Challenged with this university question,
One researched Truth's 'whole confession.'

How many, to such a question, might dare say yes;
If God created evil then He is evil, one might guess.

But, then, one student did profoundly asked:
"Tell me professor, does cold exist to last...?"

The professor replied, "Of course it exists."
What was this brassy student's logic, or gist?

Amazingly, the bold student retorted, "That's not true."
"With laws of physics, cold is the absence of heat (for you)."

All can succumb to a proven study, as energy will transmit.
Cold does not exist; the word only describes how we feel, to fit. 

The calm student continued, "Sir, does darkness exist?"
The confident professor retorted, "Of course it does."

The student replied, "Again, Sir, that's not right;
Darkness is actually the absence of the Light."

Newton 's prism is used to break light into colours of aura.
Wavelengths cannot measure an unilluminated area.

The light's ray can break a world of darkness, illuminating it.
Darkness is termed to describe the absence of light, present.

Finally the youth asked, "Sir, does evil exist?"
A bit unsure the man said, "Of course (not wanting to resist)."

At last the youth replied, "Evil does not exist Sir (neath God's rod)."
Evil does not exist 'unto itself,' it is simply the absence of God." 

"God did not create evil, He created beings with free-choice."
The youth was Albert Einstein; I am 'only relating his voice.'


Details | Free verse | |

Bondage

Empowerment
Inticement
Power
Promotion
Selfishness

Greed for more Michael Douglass in tow
Control
Warhol
Acid
Mitigation

Solitude
Alone
Shady
Pilgrims on the highway out of control

Wasted
Bondage
Societal influx
Caged fury in delusion

Bondage
An adaptation toward self alone
Control
Loose Cannons

Minds controlled by destruction marked on its blotted page intact
Evil empire
Dwarfed in decision making
Out of control

Bondage
Savage beasts brute in desire for more?
No soul,
Divination

Welcome to America!

Nobama
Reckless warriors in soldiers fragmentation
Nazi
Shaded Soprano

Branded eyes with skulls fractured among us
The garden of Eden in exchange for death
Loose cannons approaching the river Nile
Hypocrisy!

Smokescreen for the captitalists agenda!


Details | Lyric | |

We Walk Amongst The Faithful

We walk amongst the faithful. Unknown to human eyes. So normal and so human, They can't see through our disguise. The tears of angels made us As they flew down from the sky. They didn't want to do it, So all they did was cry. We're stuck amongst the ruin. The horror and despair. We've seen a bit too closely To the heart of Evil's lair. We walk amongst the faithful. Unknown to human eyes. So normal and so human, They can't see through our disguise. We're scarred up on the inside, But outside we're just fine. We hide the truth so well They can't see into our lies. Our daddies were all drinkers. And when they would get mad, They'd take it out us poor souls, And boy were we so glad When Daddy drank himself to sleep, And we could go and hide. Carve another scar into our heart Which was hidden deep inside. We walk amongst the faithful Unknown to human eyes So normal and so human They can't see through our disguise. Our mommies all liked men Perhaps a bit too much They sampled fair and far And didn't mind the touch. When Mommy fell asleep, Her boyfriends would come down And they would scare us half to death And they'd start to mess around. And after they were done Ravaging our broken souls We'd take our chance to run And hide from things we'd never know. We walk amongst the faithful Unknown to human eyes So normal and so human They can't see through our disguise. Our families are all broken We have no place to hide No place to let our tears out Let out what hurts inside. And now we sit here all alone In this dark corner as all hope Evades our longing hands We've lost our way to cope. And now we hide our feelings And what they've done to every “me”. We hold our chins up high. We do not let them see. We walk amongst the faithful Unknown to human eyes So normal and so humans Can't see through our disguise We pretend it doesn't happen We can't let anyone know Our traitor of a heart Is something we can't show. Would anyone even understand What we hold inside our hearts? Or would we be a freak show A different world apart? Maybe one day we will find one Every single one of us Someone who will understand Someone we can trust.


Details | Personification | |

my dark thoughts

is it a waking dream?
no,
is it a waking nightmare?
no,
it be the thoughts of the deserted,
those who have nothing left to lose,
the ones who can go mute without a second thought,
the ones whose dreams overflow with the blood of others,
for they are the ones who see the sinister truth,
the end isn't near its always been there,
every year,
every month,
every day,
every minute,
every second,
for you see the end is not when the world ends,
it is the last day you feel complete,
it is the day you feel worthless,
the day you see only the dark side of things,
the moment you imagine slaying the beast of which caused your pain,
for that is the day the innocence known as your "inner child" is finally slaughtered,
and when your become...,
heartless.


Details | Free verse | |

For 15 minutes.

I will put my half blood in a huge metal can.
Take it for chemical analysis.
So as to see my beliefs and my perception,
my vision and my aspirations.
Those i loved and others i hated.
With my other half i will paint in brick walls.
At the top,maby above all,
i will write these two words.
NO MORE
NO MORE
And then i will go to the store with aquariums.


Details | Sonnet | |

Death, His Friend He Must Embrace

Back bent,
Spine protruding from withered figure,
His face a creeping shadow,
Scattering, revealing pale ghost beneath,
Breathing eerier croaks from dark fathoms within,
Lips parched,
A bumpy mess of scales,
His eyes dug deep within the shrivels of his face,
Reflecting with joy his distant youth,
Quivering lost paper in wind,
As those lips part one final time,
No one listens to his great last words,
Expecting him to quietly slip away with grace,
Death his friend he must embrace. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Secret shame

I have this secret
left untold
and to tell or leak it,
I'm not bold.
It's about me
and I carry its shame,
I'm too afraid to
give this thing name.
When I was young,
a little lad small still
I had a taste of poisins
sweetest kill.
I thought it pleasure
such sin to fullfill.
I'm now penitent,
but given to its will.
It shaped my nature
and held captive my thoughts,
creating imaginings that never
should have ought.
It grew worse
as I gave in to curse
that sickens me
in ways I cannot verse,
I wish to ask your help
but than I'd have to tell . . .
and that I cannot do
secret silenced my yell.
I cry alone and noone
could ever concieve the death
that empties me,
until im left with breath
and heartbeat,
but no will to live,
because my secret
killed what I had to give . . .


Details | I do not know? | |

Blacks

It’s like we’re doing them people a favor
Showing them, that we own up to what they say;
Stereo types isn’t the way,
But we as blacks are proving them right..
They believe that we’ll kill eachother before the 
Last night,
& all our women
 gone fall a victim to the streets,
Weak minded;
Not even having our children anything to eat..
The only good thing we got going for ourself
Is education,
& that aint gone support the whole nation..

Come on nie,
We gotta take stand!
Teach our children how to believe in
Themselves,
Show our mothers that they
Can make it without a man!
Prove to our fathers,
That they’ll regret they 
Neglected us!
Tell our brothers the
“Freak” that noise,
& Stop that fuss!
Its like we all against 
Eachother, 
But it shouldn’t be this way,
We gotta get it together some day;
Them people know what they doing…
Pretending to solve these crimes,
But knowing their using the same line,
Only place they wanna see us is the cemetery,
Hmm..
Or maybe jail?
But if we don’t make there,
Best to believe:
They hoping we on the
High way to hell,
But we gotta prove em’ 
Wrong,
Its been too long,
Take a stand,
Cause black women don’t need any man,
Children needa believe in themselves,
Fathers should regret the neglect,
& our brothers need to stop the fuss,
I’m trying not to cuss,
But all this frustration just built up
Inside,
Its  kinda hard to hide!
Think about it:
Rosa
Parks,
Martin
Luther King,
Malcom X..
& More, fault
For our freedom;
Now we got it, 
& we abusing it,
Kinda like our fathers try our mothers,
But that’s a whole other subject,
We gotta get it together
& that’s a bet(:

Inspired by 2Pac Words of Wisdom(:


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Hero Within Us All

In pastures of green hue and lavender
We breath in the rich aroma of fresh mountain air
What do we really care about the matter or decision
Through bullwark torn rhetoric circumstance intact

Our claim to fame
A hero within us all
With the framework of light fashioned
By such an adorable call

Through a timeless merger in reaction
We wait for the quiet moment in which to react
The mind in ruthless if not used
Through the after shock of some closed knit yet whimesome chime

In this life its a hard up hill climb
Bent in inner torment fixed on viscious fangs that bite
A plight of sullen yet sudden remorse in flight
The gift within is a choice

To stay humble amidst the given plotted exploits
The sudden chance at which to reinvent
A time well spent in thought by which to ponder
Silenced in the inner portion of one's brain

Await the new coming day
A given chance by which to pray..
There is so much more I need to say !
There is a hero in us all,

A challenge to be free is a question in time ?


Details | Free verse | |

my favourite path

i see it before me 
i have not stepped towards, nor walked along its direction 
it is clearly there for me to do so 
the decision 
can stray left or right of the way I go 
and all I know 
is that it starts 
before me


Details | I do not know? | |

Deathwish

I refuse to sleep
And prefer to cry,
Yet I wish to rest forever.
The truth is
On some days
I cannot keep myself together.

Tears falling from my eyes
Silently drowning me
Throughout my mind...
My soul's tomorrow
Is full of sorrow.

Hidden depressions
Deeper than the seas.
Waves have thrown me
Into a cave of loneliness and regret,
Leaving me with only a wish of death.


Details | Rhyme | |

Sir Winston VanDuffer

That evening, my dad brought him home
He sniffed, and he wanted to roam.
With wrinkles, of brown and some white
Surely, he was quite a sad sight

We spoiled him, right from the start
To the upstairs, he sure would dart.
Over chairs, and under the beds
He ran fast, when we turned our heads.

An English bulldog, that you were
For your first name, began with Sir.
People feared him, when they would meet
He once dragged, me across our street.

One day, he had run down the hill
Chasing after him, took some skill.
Mom had used whitening, during his bath
He turned blue, and we all just laughed.

He loved sleeping, in his own drawer
Dad’s work hat, he so often wore.
The laundry, sometimes he had got
That would get mom, mad quite a lot.

To the building, on Friday nights
He would sit, and watch all the sights.
Protection, is why he would come
Just seeing him, would frighten some.

His own shadow, he feared at that
Cowering, when seeing a cat.
He would bark, and growl to look mean
It was always, the cutest thing.

We had loved him, right from the start
For he captured, many a heart.
His waddle, and curly-Q tail
Slowly, he became quite frail.

Mom had taken him, to the vet
Hoping his time, was not up yet.
For he had gotten, very sick
She was relieved, that he went quick.

A better place, we know he’s at
He’s probably wearing, someone’s hat.
We sure miss him, but know his fate
He’s in heaven, guarding God’s gate.


Details | Rhyme | |

Surviving Papa's Absence

(Inspired by a pair of children in a program where I work.)

Papa was sad and no one knew.
He had smiled and played with me
before sissy and I left to
have an night out with our Mommy.

We came home, there were flashing lights,
neighbors whispering all around;
old ladies were saying last rites
weren't valid, the way he was found.

Then, for weeks, we had dressed in black,
there was a funeral and a grave.
Papa’s not going to come back,
‘cause he’s not Jesus in his cave.

He’s not going to see us grow.
He won’t be at our baseball games.
He can’t tell us what we should know.
He didn't love us, as Mommy claims.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Stick It To Him { Footle } Light Poetry

Vampires
           Desires

                       Holy
                               Moley

                                              Beware
                                                         Out there

                                                                       Used stake 
                                                                                He's baked





Tribute To Halloween   
 [BOOOOOOOOO} LOL

Also Entry For 
Donna Golden's   Footle Fright


Details | Prose Poetry | |

WHAT WOUND DID EVER HEAL

“What wound did ever heal, 
But by degrees”
…Shakespeare
Except my mother was dear
…Very dear

Count me among men
Who can read and write
Count me among them
Who finds book a delight
No!
Not about intelligence
Mother taught me diligence
Scrapped for a living
So I could get learning
I am a dead woman’s sweat
My worries cracked her chest
My mother was my literacy
My literacy is my treasure
My treasure…is you
I wrote what you can read
She was its measure.
I never paid back 
Never gave thanks.
Prodigal son playing pranks

On me,
She had learned to hope
Then died
In last breath still in hope
That I lose not hope
But what hope lies there 
For a drawing man to hope
Last straw, just sank in
Wide Sea without and within

Wounds heal by degrees
But some can’t heal
Only permitted to blurred
My tears blur my view
Soaks the ink in papers
Forcing me to rewrite and renew
She will not want me to cry
Rather that I sit up and try
Dab my eyes, let the tears dry.
“I know who you are my son”
You are awesome”
Mama, you always tell me that
But am breaking down.
Your lose never healed
Shakespeare said its by degrees
Said the pain will decrease
But I detest full healing
You were so appealing.


Details | Free verse | |

Fatal Instrumental

You strummed her youthful chords each day
Took over her fragile instrument
To play yourself melodious tunes
Never thinking of the fact
That it belonged to her
Never asking her permission to play your adult songs
Because it was an addiction at first touch
You couldn't let her have it anymore
It made your adrenaline rush,
It was like a new drug to you
Without it, you couldn't keep up.
Heavy breathing,
Sweaty and hot like mid-summer evenings
Yet everything you touched got so cold
Those hands of yours
Were built with ice in their palms,
One touch freezes everything
There's simply no escape
Playing your sweet music made you a man,
It kept you alive
Knowing that the never-ending instrumental was killing her inside.

BY: MELISHA N. MURRAY


Details | Rhyme | |

Hush Baby

Sh, sh, close your eyes,
silent night broken by your painful cries.
Your heart is broken, I can tell;
it's okay, for mine is as well.
Don't ever wonder why or how,
just know mommy's with the angel's now.
The blood is nothing, mommy just fell,
there's something years from now I have to tell.
Mommy doesn't want you to be sad,
she'd want you happy, so please be glad.
She was a wonderful person, I'm sure you kow,
twenty is much too young to go.
You're also to young, only five,
I'm glad that at least you're alive.
C'mon baby, daddy's here,
we're all alone now, I fear.


Details | Narrative | |

Domestics - blue berry pancake

Simmering,hot, pancakes, flushed.
Battered, beating, bruised,
Syrup, sweet, melted, dripping, 

Brown now, peeling, ripping 
Dark berries, smashed oozing bluish - black red,
Hands and words tossed instead,

Pancake Burnt! Pancake dead!


Details | Chant Royal | |

Destiny

The smell of death is overwhelming
not knowing which destiny to choose
leaning more towards the dark
almost wanting to swallow me whole
and the only thing holding
me into light
the stinging cold on my bloody wrist
the pain inside is slowly numed
my destiny will for soon be chosen.


Details | Ode | |

A SOMALIAN CHILD

Behold there, a Somalian child is standing upon dry hard rocks.
Its two eyes glitter like a rough diamond, parched, bleak and dark.
Its belly exhibits the fragile bony ribs and silently mocks
The phony Art that seeks phony beauty even in wounded scar-mark.

The orphan boy was trying to scream but no voice came out
From its barren vocal cord, empty stomach and shrinking lung.
Its salty tears have dried out too like parched petals of a dead sprout.
Its face looked blue and pale as if it were serpent-stung.

This child, like all newborns here, was born with a constant Curse
Of utmost struggling life until it moves, stares, breathes no more.
Even showers upon the drought-infested land cannot reimburse
The untold tales of such millions of children, the Pain-store.

Two immobile figures of dead parents laid on dusty ground
And blurred cries of the child melted in heat of wind there.
No humans were there to hear except vultures that hovered around
The dead bodies and waited until death of the tiny figure.


Details | Light Poetry | |

My brothers keeper

My brothers keeper keep looking forward
,let me return the favor i know your lost and bored
,to the light in your mind the time of your life
,dead stillness at night living dying doesn't make it right
,rolling over your grave is no way to pray
,its no way to say im blind and afraid
,to the heavens begging to skyline your heading,
but if you could just settle down if you could just start to listen
,there are many who are watching silently stalking
,the vulture is available the coroner is mocking,
lets restart the clock regenerate the difference
,this chemical is bleeding resisting this instance
,and tomorrow don't thank me don't even try to think it,
just a sunrise and breathing instead of you sinking


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

The Children

People everywhere bring me your ear,
I have something to say that you need to hear
bad things are happening to our children today,
creatures of darkness are taking them away

Wake up people, open your eyes
they are lurking about and telling them lies
these are our little treasures, given from God above
all they ask for is our unconditional love

Yet we let them in these creatures of the night
robbing us blind in plain sight
of our children, our loves, our prize possesions
you'd think by now we would've learned our lesson

They torture them, kill them, and lock them away
they're hoping someone will come for them someday
yet you stand idily by and watch them creep
while these thieves, these killers walk the street

These creatures of darkness, some are close to you too
your sisters, your brothers, or maybe even you
when it comes to our children, no one is excluded
aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, all are included

Don't leave your children in the hands of a stranger
because leaving them in the hands of someone 
you think you know, maybe putting them in danger

So take time people, investigate
There are creatures out there who are filled with hate
They'll take your babies and make them cry
then turn right around and tell you a lie

They'll say your child is just like their own
and in the very same breath wish they were gone
So love your children, and always protect
and you'll be rewarded with their love and respect.


There are too many children being put in harms way, because of carelessness, 
I just want to draw some attention to this huge problem.




Details | Prose Poetry | |

Apart From Me







Somber silly little Setter, English; painting trapped himself in the side yard whimpering, howling away wildly. 


Sunscreen-on, moseying on over, in His tenderness He offers a helping hand. Hot Summers cool vapors the blessings found  here, there to and fro leaning midst the still lulling; gentle calling of the Rains. 


Yes the Grace of God, in His joy humming, arriving just in time, and so is Patience the greater venture I suppose the eminent virtue. 


His Love always; Honest, Open... Willing already beholden... . Far beyond the wreck I make for myself and others... chains stretched bounded securing me yes, my freedom in kind stripped away from me given in the effort this provisional very prominence preceding me when in denial of these facts.     







Details | Free verse | |

Desperation takes control

She's locked in silence and fear, behind that cold glass wall. She tries with all her might to not give into her darkest temptations. And grab that stealy cold blade, and watch as her blood comes pouring out. She lays in desperation waiting... For nothing. For everything. Her desperation takes over, begins to control her. She cries out in anguish. Let's it all flow out. Tears, Blood, Love, Family, Her Life. It all comes out in one swift motion of her best friend. Her razor blade. She closes her eyes and clenches her teath. Wishes it would all go away, but she knows there's not such thing. Grew up wanting to die, it was so hard. Wishing she could be normal like everyone else. All she wanted is not to be locked in a box full of emotions. Blood flows down her arm and all she hears is her silent sobs. Watches her life pass infront of her. She fades in and out. Laying in her pool of desperate, worthless blood. One more breath, those last words. I love you mom and dad.


Details | Free verse | |

Imperfection's Beauty

A world only meant for perfection
Sophie can Hardly Breathe
Have you ever thought about Imperfection's Beauty?
Don't Look to the east, stay here with me

We are The Sick
We Are The Chosen
Just to see--Just to be
Imperfection's beauty 


Details | Free verse | |

Poverty grows

Poverty.
Hardship and suffering
all behind society's eyes
raised by the ghetto
slums cracked lights out
scavenges for life
its gone. 
The same face in all places
no father figures
can't support, gone
moms fiend for crack
the silent killer
hard to take, reality hurts
the youngest
nothing lives within him
unloved, felt like a colorless weed
wants to develop
a beautiful rose
society wont let
its a cruel world
only the streets
resist the temptations.
Death laid outside his doorstep
waiting to grab the innocent beneath 
Gang life sleeps in his thoughts
trying to fight the opposition
a deadly current war.
Getting older
need to make ends meat  
but how, never given a chance
selling drugs only option 
need to feed his children
and in his mind
nobody cares
people just stare.
Treated as the fungus of earth
and all this money
soldiers dying, the devils agreement
army of weeds, never stop regrowing
power making more poverty
not spent on the poor
only used for wars
its sad.
A war on drugs
to fight them off
but they made them
dirty tricks, crooked 
and deceived
and still we don't change this
mankind has the say
not the rich.
Children screaming, not heard
tears not felt
like a raindrop with no splat
it always keeps raining
in his eyes.
People so caught up in the power
like a wolf fighting for its food
wraps around the minds 
changing ambition to greed
Just share 
then i think things would be fair
for all the bad acts
its countless.
Going through his mind 
all the times he cried
number of life's he lost
early deceased
in the penitentiary
trapped left to die
a fly under a glass.
Certain peoples cause
an act with no redemption 
soon to burn in hell
tried to deceive us
saying they were against us
causing pains and misery.
A secret war
an epidemic
propaganda in its finest form 
defying the innocent
minds controlled 
eyes turned, no notice
no justice.
It goes on and keeps on growing.


Details | Bio | |

IF ONLY

Class is in session
My name is called for attendance 
All of a sudden I start to slightly cry
I realize everyone's watching me
Die inside
Talking aloud my dearest friend says
Why what is the matter?
I say my mom is no longer here 
I need to be gone 
Can't finish my life without parents by my side
What should I do? 
End it with a knife? 
Start over and tell a lie?
I blame myself everyday
Fifteen years of struggle 
Now as a sixteen year old
Past-life is the monster I hide
I leave it behind as I write 
I can't let life push me by
If I let it push me along
My life wouldn't last too long
Maybe just maybe 
I can travel back in time
Change all mistakes
In a flash 
Return to a life I wish I had
Without parents is depressing
Knowing I'm loved in some sort of way
Takes my life away 
If only I can travel back in time
Just to want that happy life  


Details | Free verse | |

The death rattle of Jackson Haley

His heart gave a leap of joy,
scrambling up over a wall of memories,
as the leaves quivered in front of him.
On Monday the children were playing at soldiers.
On Tuesday he was playing fast and loose with a girl's affections.
I forgot to give childhood to him and the coat sit badly across the shoulders.
A heart overflowing with gratitude,he was a good man,
came of a good family.
Thinking of grievous loss and bewailing, Jack Haley woke up.
Gale force winds and the boat of souls tossed about on the stormy sea,
a joke and a racking headache of a thousand why.
Silence reigned everywhere at 6.30 in the morning.
He is a law unto himself now as 5 dollars in his pocket suddenly
disappeared.
He never sold himself to the enemy and lights turned on.

He looked at his son with pride,fingered the tie of reputation,
stammered out a few words and then stopped.
Just stopped.


Details | Free verse | |

Look To The Sea

With waves crashing to my feet repeat in timeless cavity;

Stranded through its idle pull in our ellaborate flames...
Shallow pools in its left over residue plain yet what to do?
Still,
Look to the sea...

Onto a far off distance after she would marry me
Let all evil now flee,
The turning of the dial in its exquisite source
Look to the sea,

A waves tumbling then what to believe
A grand fulfillment in what to achieve;
In long lines we will find,
A tollerance for truth yet one drop of a dime

In time we can come to a reason for while we are alive?
Look to the sea a reason to believe,
What have we achieved?

Our fallen economy collapsed at its seams!
Scream
Through the notion of laughter a tear drop fell
Amidst the excursion an inner swell

We look deep through the pyramids amidst its timeless cavity...
Look to the sea lest I refrain amidst a traverse glue hero's are game
A line drawn in the sand,
When will we ever understand?


Details | Free verse | |

SEPTEMBER 1922

September 1922

A woman is standing in front of a ship.
Into her bloody hands she holds her daughter and her son.
Their faces have lost the youth, terror has formed creases round their eyes.
Eyes lost.Behind them flames are spreading like dragons' tangues
leaving ashes on the wind on the waves of the sea,
on the hands of those who died.Soldiers running barefooted
passing the crossline a path they did not choose.
Heroes who carried dust and fired blood
and fired pain.The two little children are looking at their house.
What is left now is flaming wood fading lights dying away.
On the garden there is still the girl's doll with her cloth hands
her eyes filled with gloom as if she still waits for an answer.
The woman's hands are trembling.This is the last ship.
Screams, cries, pushes people in the water,
people on the ground trying to find a small bend to fit their carved souls.
Guns are firing a soldier gets killed in front of the boys legs.
Waves get rough, cover the port cover all eyes with salt
uncover the truth of not forgetting.A hand is pulling the woman
and the children on the ship.A last move , a passing to unknown 
with a coin on her mouth to pay the price of her transfer.
Smyrna is burning like a star is falling on the ground.
Million lights in the sky light up a drama of lost souls.
Broken terrors of a life never to be restored passing to the other side 
with hands empty eyes closed.

To those who lost their country in September 1922.


Details | Rhyme | |

Death and All His Friends

If I cry 
i cry for day's
of crystal sky's
and butterfly's
when nothing could stand in my way

If I cry 
I cry for the connection
we had
hen you would travil to distant lands
and make me smile
hen you came back to hold my hand

If I cry 
I cry for the embrace
you gave me
when i fell off my bike that day
and you said
it would all be okay

If I cry 
I cry for the moments
we had together
even if they were cut short
because of the weather

If I cry
I cry for my mother 
when that stedy note streamed
across the hospital scene

If I cry
If I cry for the two
who crawled through spikes
to save me and you

but if I smile 
I smile for the support
of the people that are scatered everywhere
for the people who fixed the shattered glass
and for the people who have surpassed death;
and all of his friends


Details | Rhyme | |

Cease

There was this little girl,
Her Mama's world.
Who frowned and drowned,
From her fears and tears.
She could never bare,
The fact that someone cares.
One day she ran away,
Never to think she'd miss the light of day.
Her Mama cried.
Thinking she had never tried.
Police stepped to the door,
Glancing at the bloody floor.
"I cease the day,
My daughter gets away.
Forever hold my peace,
As I let this trigger release.
The daughter dropped to her knees,
Asking her mother Why oh please?
She shut her eyes,
As she prayed to the skies.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Babies of Beslan

Babies of Beslan............



The darkest day in history, 
Brought tears to my eyes. 
Many Russians murdered, 
In a mass of horrid cries. 

Hundreds of innocent people, 
Seen fleeing through the streets. 
Bodies thrown onto the verge, 
In a sea of blood-stained sheets. 

So many kept within a school, 
Being held against their will. 
Suicide bombers with booby traps, 
That care not who they kill. 

An act by Chechen rebels, 
Seeking freedom for their kin. 
With scenes of utter carnage, 
From those terrorists within. 

Semi-naked children, 
Seen running through the street. 
The Chechen rebels in the school, 
Shooting at their feet. 

Bombs and bullets filled the air, 
As the smoke engulfed the skies. 
People running from the school, 
With terror stricken eyes. 

Such barbaric bloody actions, 
Brought death and undue pain. 
The heart of the Beslan community, 
Won't see their like again. 

May the Lord our God watch over you, 
May he guide you by his light. 
May he hold you in his arms again, 
And keep you safe tonight........... 


In memory of the children and teachers of the Beslan school massacre.


Details | I do not know? | |

Kindness

Kindness
	Sister of Love suffocation in are harts of stone
A fish tossed from the sea to rot alone on the beach
Don’t you see it; panicking on shore?
NO.
No I don’t suppose you see much past the vale of hate
So consumed of War this sea swells and rages
Tossing emotions, like loves sister to the shores of death
The key to killing the human race

War Spreads
	With War comes great sacrifice
Yet they sacrifices all the wrong things
The last strands of our humanity
Leaving us to quarrel like beast

Shared Bread
	Their all starving; bickering and killing for food
The War has cleaned them out; filled them with only hate
Child sits alone, eating bread
He is not too young to know anything other than war
A hungry stomach is next to him
He does not fight, but tares off a piece and shares

I think kindness is a dyeing emotion; it’s the last strand of our humanity
 Without it we just have war. 


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The Art of Living Part Three

Everyone was crying except for me, I couldn’t cry. I didn’t understand the full extent of the situation. The doctor comes out of the room and tells us that Helen is gone. Immediately I hear Renee saying “Grannies dead”. She cried, and after that everyone did. Mom asked if I wanted to see Helen one last time. I didn’t want see Helen blue and cold, I didn’t want to see her not breathing or moving. I wanted to see her alive, talking, and laughing like she usually does. Helen was a very bright person. When you were sad she would be there to cheer you up. I remember when Helen let me go up to the third floor of the blue house; we found records and cassette tapes. Helen let us have them; I remember they were Beatles records and Neil Young cassette tapes. She also let us have blankets and books on history. I would never give those records away.It was time to leave the hospital. I regretted not seeing Helen, I didn’t know if I would see her again because I wouldn’t be able to make it through the funeral service. I mourned the loss of her and I still do, so I will do anything I can to get this guilt out. I thought about the weekend again and how I could have waited one more hour till she got home so I could see her, but I left. Grandma Sandy said Helen was happy because she got to see her grandchildren wrestle. That Monday Helen was supposed to have a meeting about her will, but she changed it to a different day because she didn’t feel good. She scheduled it for the following Thursday, the day of her funeral. A lot of times I hear her voice and I see her face. I don’t know if it’s because I’m seeing things or if I’m hearing things. I think about her all the time, trying to keep her alive in my memory. I think of that day when I was sitting on the bus after that Metallica song I listened to the Foo Fighters- Let it Die. The lyrics read “Heart of gold but it lost its pride, Beautiful veins and blood shoot eyes, I’ve seen your face in another light, Why did you have to go and let it die, in too deep and out of time, Hearts gone cold and your hands were tied, why did you have to go and let it die?” It was around the time when Helen was laying on the floor, a few minutes before I heard the news. Sometimes I wonder if she was frustrated because of the way people perceived her, or if she was happy enough about the things she realized about herself that she could tolerate the way people perceived her and for that I think she was able to die in a happy state of mind.


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Untreatable And Fatal Illness

At the age of thirteen, life is carefree
Time to become all that one can be
Life stopped for you; cut off at the knees
Being told very harshly about Huntington's Disease

At the age of thirteen, life is carefree
Ball games, skating, spelling bees
Being told very harshly about Huntington's Disease
The look of grief on your face and the weeping

Ball games, skating, spelling bees
Life stopped for you; cut off at the knees
The look of grief on your face and weeping;
At the age of thirteen, life is carefree


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When We Win By Sin

We share memories in
the form of many old sins
must we show our anger
to hide our lack of affection
try to strive for a heaven
a place that don't fit
think you speak to its keeper
but I am quite sure he quit
one our kind long ago
even tho we try
ever so desperately
to reach the kingdom 
in the sky

I am pretty sure
your in for a shock
when you reach the gates
to find how tight they're locked
as the clouds turn to black
the pretty image fades
falling falling falling
it's too late to be saved
what is the limit
of evil you can pray
into false forgiveness
by a God who carries hate
in a very dark place
is where my mind has gone
maybe its the truth
of a unforgivable outcome

When you win by sin
the devil's addiction
is his own special magic
that breeds from temptation
evermore you search
for the former self
buried under layers of fire
your discover a private hell
I'm sure you'll serve it well
as you did in life
taking the easy road
even though it isn't right
you bring harm to your love
that just wasn't strong enough
the weak accept defeat 
before it really comes

First you lose the trust
you feel you earned with pride
when sins the only way
then your God don't speak inside
instead he lets you fail
for the pleasure that you treasure
how can I be a hero
when my power doesn't measure
to the wave of sinners
who wish to come convert
when no one can believe
my good name 
or hold it to my word
for this just makes it worse
enticing me into
just another sinner
in a world headed for doom.


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he comes to me in dreams

he comes to me in dreams
 
warm and lovingly
he comes to me in dreams
smiling and twirling me around and around
 
out of breath we both spill to the ground
endless hours of play and fun
 
he comes to me in dreams
twirling me round and round
 
when the day starts
we must part
 
for he comes to me in dreams
smiling and running with me through
the yellow buttercup fields of my youth


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Dear Santa Iraq

Dear Santa.............Iraq       

Candles burning sure and bright, 
Shining through the Christmas tree. 
Santa's coming 'round tonight, 
Bringing presents here for me. 

I sent a letter some time ago, 
I asked for things I'd need. 
For these are things for Mum and me, 
It certainly wasn't greed. 

For I am thirteen years of age, 
I asked, "please bring Dad back". 
I miss him; Mum is so upset, 
Since he died inside Iraq. 

I cry myself to sleep some nights, 
I can hear Mums sobbing heart. 
He's the only present we will need, 
"Don't keep us all apart". 

Dear Santa, no more toys or clothes, 
No gifts from that Christmas sack. 
The only thing that we all want, 
Is to have my Daddy back. 


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Cradle Grave

He lay awake in fear
Darkness all around 
A cry escaped his voice 
All ignored the sound
Unable to fend for himself 
He lies there all alone
Cold, wet, and hungry 
Soon he will cry no more

A cold and drafty warehouse 
Is where he has to live
A mom possessed with an addiction 
No affection she has to give
She leaves him crying all alone 
To feed her inner demons
No second thought to her baby
All alone and helpless

Each night he spends there all alone 
Shivering in the cold
No mom around to protect him 
From the fear inside his soul
Many days he lies there all alone 
Rotting in his mess
Until the day had finally come
 Where there was no life left

On this earth for just a while 
He quietly slipped away
On a night too cold 
No warmth for cover 
He cried his final breath

A wasted life gone too soon
 No thought to what could have been
For the cradle has become his grave 
To rest what is left of him
I pray to God please take his soul 
And grant the life not given
Here on earth for the moment of time 
This hell where he was living


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There is Life Beyond Death's Door Part II

missing dog, Blackie. Besides the sound of our voices, the hymns playing softly in the 
background, the noise made by the porcelain plates as Mama wiped and put them 
away, the humming of the refrigerator’s motor, the house was quiet.  No body knew 
what had happened to Blackie.  We were really concerned about the whereabouts 
of the dog, even though Papa had assured us that he would return at some point.  
Since the funeral, he had vanished.  Even the old man who lived across the street 
from us and who loved Blackie, had not seen him, nor had any of the other 
neighbors. We had searched in all the usual places.  He had never run away from 
home before.  As far as I remember, Blackie never did come back home.

As Papa sat in his usual chair, quietly playing with the food on his plate, the kitchen 
door opened, and in walked Thomas, Brian’s best friend. They were the same age, 
and were very close even though they did not attend the same school, or the same 
church. The two had become friends since they met at a Junior Boys Scouts meeting 
at the age of seven. Thomas lived some distance away but they maintained a 
special friendship.  Out of school, wherever Brian was, so Thomas would be. They’d 
both turned fourteen last September. Throughout those years they still were active 
members of the Boys Scout, and had risen together in rank. Thomas had been away 
on the recent Scouting trip. They had traveled to a neighboring country for a Scouts’ 
Jamboree. Brian should have gone too but something to do with school exams came 
up so he couldn’t go.  Thomas had just returned from the Jamboree that Saturday 
afternoon, the second week after Brian’s burial. Lena, Reggie and I got out of 
our chairs and ran to greet him. It was like welcoming him and Brian home as the 
two were always together. He picked Lena up as he greeted our parents.  Mama 
standing at the sink, turned around, took one look at him and walked briskly, almost 
running out of the kitchen, with my other sister in tow.

Papa greeted Thomas, his voice almost inaudible.  Thomas looked puzzled. I guess 
he thought he had walked in during a family argument. He was about to turn back 
and walk out because he felt a little intrusive, I guess.  It was extremely quiet in the 
room; very unusual when everyone was in Mama’s kitchen at the same time.  And 
Mama, walking


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There is Life Beyond Death's Door Part III

away like she did, made him ask what was going on. That yielded no response. The 
silence hung heavily in the kitchen. Finally, he asked, “Is Brian in his room?”  He 
looked at my oldest sister, Winnie who sat next to Papa. She didn’t respond. 
Instead, she looked up at him with tears in her eyes.  Thomas was as tall as Brian.  
At 14years old, they were 6’ tall. Winnie bowed her head to hide her tears.  She 
looked down at her plate before her. Thomas turned halfway around and was about 
to head towards the door leading towards Brian’s room, when Papa let out a deep, 
long sigh and motioned to Thomas to come sit next to him. Winnie got up to give 
Thomas her chair and Papa, with his voice low and cracked, told Thomas that his 
best friend had passed away. The humming of the fridge seemed much louder 
then.   Looking back now, seeing Thomas’s face, I knew he wanted to laugh but he 
stopped just short of that, and his countenance changed in an instant! A painful 
grimace appeared on his face.  His voice became shaky as he tried to mumble 
something.  He looked at each of us as if checking each face to see if someone 
would soon break into laughter, at this absurd joke. After a while, he took a deep 
breath, convinced now, that he was reading everyone’s face correctly. Brian’s Dad 
wouldn’t joke about something like this. He thought to himself. Then all the reactions 
he had seen as he entered the kitchen, finally registered, confirming that this was 
not a joke.  He nearly fell out of the chair, as it toppled over to the floor.  He began 
retreating slowly towards the kitchen door; his whole body still visibly shaking, he 
said loudly, shaking his head in disagreement, that it wasn’t possible.  “It is just not 
possible!” He shouted. Yet, there was no response.  Winnie was sobbing, tears 
rolling down her face.  He then asked if Brian had run away or something. Still the 
room was as quiet as a tomb. Not a sound from anyone, only the constant humming 
and the hymns being played on the local Christian radio station softly wafted across 
the room. He then blurted out, “Because,” he


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BETIYAN

BABA KI BITIYA PAPA KI RAJDULARI…….
EK NANHI KALI EK PHULON KI KYARI……..
EK NANHI PARI SI WO EK CHOTI SI GUDIYA……..
KBHI SABKA KHILONA KBHI LADLI BAN JAYE……..
KBHI SURAJ SI KIRAN SI WO ROSHAN KR JAYE………
CHANDA SI SHEETAL HAR RISTA NIBHAYE……….
 PATJHAR KE PATTON SI DUKHON ME JHAD JAYE…….
 KBHI BARISH K BUNDON SI WO MAMTA BARSAYE………
EK PATHAR KI MURAT ME WO DEVI BAN JAYE……..
KBHI PATHAR DIL DUNIYA ME DAR DAR THOKRE KHAYE……….
JAB AURAT BANE MAA TO KOI BETI NA CHAHE……..
EK AURAT HI KALANK BTA USE GARBH ME USE MITAYE……
BETI BETE SE KAM NHI HAR KADAM SE KADAM MILAYE…….
FIR KYUN RISTON KI BHEED ME PICHE CHUT JAYE……….
EK JANNI EK JANAM DATA H WO…….
KBHI VIDHVANSHAK EK VIDHATA H WO………
KBHI LAXMI KBHI SARASWATI 
WAQT PDE TO DURGA BAN JAYE…..

………………………….SAVE GIRL CHILD …………………………..


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That Little Girl

That Little Girl 

Born into a world where the people she would come to love
Would be the people who would hurt her the most 
Always hoping for their love, approval and care
Never giving up on her dream that someday she would get just that
Hanging on to the memories of the few times when she did. 

A sex slave to her own father
Every day wanting to die
Yet fighting to survive
Pouring her heart out 
Not getting anything in return
Crying on the inside while pasting a smile on the outside

Feeling the grief and relief
After her father pases away
Then feeling guilty, ashamed and confused
For feeling any relief and why
Not even wanting to believe one of the people, she loved the most
Had hurt her and then abandoned her
That is how she felt

Going to school and pasting a smile on
Being funny one day
Mean the next
Never knowing how she should be 
Always doing her best to hide
The pain inside

Surrounding herself with friends
Keeping them at a distance 
Not really letting them in
If they were just using her that was okay
Being popular was all that mattered
Even if it compromised who she really was 
On The Inside 

Trying to please everyone 
While never pleasing her
Thinking food was the enemy
She never felt skinny enough
Not eating, vomiting when she did
Starvation became a way of life
Little did she know she would have to fight it the rest of her life

That was her life
That was her world
Until someone came along
Showed her it did not have to be
She could get better if she tried
With a lot of work 
Determination
And a long road still to go
Always trying to focus on the light at the end of every tunnel
She has come such a long way
Now 

That Little Girl

Has turned into 

Me

By: Jean Shular



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My Brother

Don't cry, My Brother,
You loved me like no other.
I am at peace,
You can put your mind at eaze.
Show that you care,
Remember to treat others fair.
Live life the fullest that you can,
You've grown into a fine young man.
Don't worry, My Brother,
You cared about me like no other.
I am happy now,
You should smile. You'll remember how.
Show that you can achieve,
In you, I will always believe.
Work hard and do it right,
You'll get there with a fight.
Don't whine, My Brother,
You protected me like no other.
I am safe,
Don't live life in a daze.
Show that you can love,
I'm looking over you from above.
I am always with you,
By your side with everything you do.
Don't fear, My Brother,
You helped me like no other.
I am full of grace,
Holding you in my embrace.
Show that you are brave.
Do one final Good-bye wave.
It is my time to go,
Always remember, I love you so!


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The Damage Will Always Be There

The Damage Will Always Be There


I cried,I bleed,And now my heart longer beats the same way it did before I meet you.My heart feel broken,i feel like a rag doll played with over and over again only to be thrown away.I miss your love but now your gone and my hearts ache the most it has ever.There are time's I wonder if  I have been lying to myself,I must be because my heart should fee lighter it should feel like a free winged bird but it not.The damage the cuts the sores they shall be with my from happy time to sad time because you put them there.You who I looked up to you never promised I know but it aches from every thought of you.How come how come I must be alone in this world? It sound selfish but I only want you back to be here beside me and tell me you love me and I'm doing a great job with everything.Why does it hurt to think of you?why does it pain me to want to be lose to anyone?why does everyone leave me behind when I need them the most?why am I so closed up with a stone wall full of hate surrounding my heart?I know it shouldn't be there but do you? In time the cut will heal and the sores shall vanish.But what about the feelings and the damage inflicted upon them will never leave.Yes it sounds so cliche yes you've heard it all before.But really and this is know this is said this is everything I know.The damage is there no matter how much it seems to have healed.

For my grandmother who i lost now 5 years ago Granny i miss you i wish you would have fought for us a little longer then you did.


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You're Gone 1-8-09

you were supposed to stay forever
you were supposed to tell me of the war
you were supposed to come to my wedding
but you won't be...

you left...
I didn't want you to...
but the cancer got you...
and you left...

they should have found it earlier...
but they ran all the wrong tests
and they couldn't find it...
not til it was too late...

so the cancer ate away at you...
it ate and ate and ate...
there was nothing to be done
all there was to be done was to wait...

so we did.
we waited,
and waited,
and waited...

we waited less than a month...
the longest month of my life...
until January 24, 2008, around 3 a.m.
she woke up and found you dead...

and now you're gone...
no matter how bad I want you to be here...
You're Gone...


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Last option

Have you ever been forced to do something
Anything
Against your will? You throw a fit
And yet they don't care. About your 
Feelings
Opinions
Needs
I know how you feel. 
I need some advice now
About all my options
Because no matter what
I'm not giving in
NO MATTER WHAT
Already asked most people I trust
Got some "help"
But I wouldn't call it that
Because it didn't
The only other options
Run away? Suicide?
What else??? This is a life decision.
It will determine how I turn out
I 
Need
Help. 
I'm running out of options
Should I turn to my last resorts?


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A Heart Felt Scream of Child's Broken Dream

 	 I never thought I could scream,
yet I never thought I would dream.

In my life I've been struggling,
always fighting always hurting.

I solemnly swore I won't let them see me get hurt,
But with my heart on fire I always got burnt.

I had a vision I used to believe,
now all I am left with is tears and shattered dreams.

Then something was taken from me,
It was the ability to simply be me.

Threatened, with a gun held to my face,
Fearful as my family is gone with out a trace.
I ask myself, O' where thy promised grace.

In that vision I used to believe.
Then I realize it's all gone I can't help but to grieve,

What have you done loudly I say,
All I wanted was peace and a place to pray.

And now all I do is screaming
Cause I even lost the right of dreaming…

A little Tribute to all the suffering children out there..
God Bless and guide those who are in war may they find peace once again.


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Murder of the innocent

Murder of the innocent............. 

One door opens, as another door shuts, 
Drugs, knives, coppers, over dressed sluts. 
Colours worn, weapons in hand, 
Children dying in a blood tainted land. 

No more hatred, no weapons to yield, 
No more coffins in a mud sodden field. 
Hatred now gone, no more youngsters to die, 
No need for anger at the places they lie. 

When the door opens, the door opens wide, 
No more denying, no places to hide. 
No time for distance, no walking away, 
No children dying, no murders today......... 

In memory of the victims of the British culture of knife crime.


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BirdsFlyOverTheRainbow

Crack open another beer.
Crack open another beer.
Crack open another beer.

The invincibility
You are exuding
Is very uncanny

As you sit at the wheel,
Under the influence
And over the limit.

Ambulance lights glisten
With more life than
You will exhibit again.

It’s nice to think you are
There, over the rainbow,
But in reality:

We’re stuck here in Kansas
Trying to fix the pieces
Of our broken life now,

Since the tornado came
And destroyed everything
On the day you left us.


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My Pa







Had a dream about my Pa tonight, We all went out with them to Lake Loral Nancy His wife cooking up a good ol' Chicken Pot Stew slow-cooked set way up high atop the hickory us loading up the Bayliner for our afternoon fishing trip. We reminisced, Canoe in toe as we used to do just in case, yes just as we did back then; you-know if either would wished to float to one or more sides with the Canoe tied to the railings of the boat, or more or less to widen the chance at a greater spot to cast a gander upon our luck... . My Father by adoption; having-stated many times early on in-all of our teenier all together, God being-in-charge of all good-Blessings and if-you will--luck... we'll always catch some albeit one Yes I began to see through this statement he mentioned often God is always presenting always providing this-His Honest Hope, for us both--as I believe like my Pa, for any one yes everyone who is patient remains-open... ! Our woes, and Peace abiding... uncertainty grievances questions yes laughter were our main recollections as we dropped our first lines as we cast them... . I tell you I truly did love Him, still love Him, will always I figure... yes I know Some folk are so defined never wish to grow any further their Character divorced by Cancer, Nary did my Father allow it. On the day he passed He told Nancy, "I love my life. My Family Children. Love all those close to me.... but I'm tiered just plain wore out." the Lord took Him that night, the next day forthcoming I was told and O how I cried — But then realized as I saw he lived the greater life - He worked on this purpose until the day he died, and so for all he work for this final reprieve — it was for all of the ones he loved, because I feel for all whom he loved, he'd prayed for all to do the same... Yes a suffering in kind the same I'm seeing now - All-of-it I'm-finding; because he taught me the greater of his Faith nary a day apart from Him, and me... his youngest Son two Others older Sons if you will, yes I feel his family and friends still have this eminent belief to boast; Yes, in-the Company--Comfort... of Jesus' Peace... !


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Among the dead

Among the dead 
By: Sami LaRose
9/14/12

To say dying is a trend these days would save me a lot of time.
Every morning I wake up, wishing and wanting to die
I push forward and try to stay strong; but the pain is just too strong.
I rather be buried six feet under the ground, with no pretty flowers to sit amongst my tombstone,
While I live I have a permeate frown.
I wish the sun would just come up for once and let me smile, it's been way longer than awhile 
But whoever controls the universe hates me
I always try so hard to escape myself
To be happy for one day is all I ask but I guess that's too much so
Slash, slash, slash.
Finally free from the hell of the living;
I can say I am happy now  


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Vulture'sDarkness

Vulture's Of Darkness

Vile thought fangs waiting in vengence etched within

A twilight sun had tainted my inner vision again ?

Shattered fragments torn in desolation vanquished within
Vile degrade filled sweat pouring out in sharp contrast fetched;
Contrast...
In a caged fury proned to live yet not willing to forgive?

In such a Christless society having abortion on demand?
Hoping someday that all will truly understand the implications?
Heightened fears & worry of the day I prey;
Saturated with light with the willing hope by which to stay/

Images filled with braided women's hair in derision/

The fragments our collectively enhanced for its chosen dance


If they listen they will come;

Shattered fragments all in gloom/

Shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning call asunder Instead they push God aside with 
walls to hide in pursuit of pleasure ever more 
enhanced!

The prepare for the dance;

Primal decadence shaded briars to hide the eternal pain from within
Burdened soul in bondage within a cavity tooth in hue decayed form
Burdened soul in elapsed bondage with cavity in hue
Desolation & myraid temptess with gun for hire!

Vultures of darkness ate the crumbs you left
Got no place yet to retrace your steps
Lead it to me I'll take you home
Vanquished
For a real desire for more/
Yet for what I do not know?
Out in darkness one can negate to shine a visible light
In sadness sought to give up on the fight curse the night/
In sadness sought to give up on the fight
Still truth still negates the lie
The lie that says I am what I do ?
Some may even have bitten way more then they can actually chew?
Truth is turned to rubble strong
Out of words spoken in the dark it won't be long
Truth still negates the actual lie
Fear is constant source of will to triumph
Truth is strong rubble stregnth with legs to walk
Out of clear worrds spoken in the dark to light
Truth negates the lie
Amidst the sadness running circles in my fragile egg shelled brain
Patterns of worry lest of course I shall refrain a distant fervor
Fragments of weary traveler's embraced by sight in sunlight
Particles of dust although fluent from its eternal myraid pillage sought
Particles of dust although fluent from it's sought after cud
Truth in the end will save a weary soul in unrest
Let it go & turn it over to a higher source
The one who chose the one who gave his life to you
Just leave to him he'll take you home
Vulture's of darkness on a weary process
Strong in violence within viscious long hanging fangs that bite in the night !


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Group photo with fishermen

it’s christmas dad 
lend me once more your hand to compare ourselves 
among the living people i ever touched 
only your hand was bigger 

if you want to we can go to the seashore hand in hand 
to leap wave after wave together 
or you can take me to the puppet theater 
where the orange tiger swallows pancakes 
while we’re clapping along with our big hands 

this year i didn’t grow home bread and 
i didn’t burn candles 
i simply crouched with half-opened eyes 
leaning against high cushions 
over a cross scratched with my nails on the bed sheets 
lying in wait
fishing like you dad 
sometimes hours other times days 
go by without any catch 
apart from your pale and slippery smile 
in the last photograph 

dad 
why on earth didn’t you put aside the fishing rod


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walking in the woods

As I walk through the woods on a super creepy trail,
I stop and listen to a woman so frail,
As she tells me a story, I tell her one back,
And I turn to see three boys,
Eyes so black,
They wait and they listen for the story's end,
As I look in wonder to their old woman friend,
I can't help but show the fear in my eyes,
As she tells me the story of how each boy dies,
The three little boys,
Skip hand in hand,
The shoes on their feet sink deep in the sand,
Follow me deeper,
Follow me down,
Down to the beach,
Where the first boy will drown,
He seems so fearless,
So unafraid,
Bringing his brothers on such a day,
Where his life would go wrong,
And end with his unknown play.
The two little boys,
Left all alone,
By their older brother,
This cruel world to roam,
Aimlessly wander,
Into fates brutal trap,
Where the second brother will never come back,
He climbs in the trees,
Which bend and sway,
Calling his brother to come now and play,
He steps out so careless,
On one lonely branch,
And misplaces his foot as if in a trance,
As if the wind calls him to join in its dance,
He sails through the air,
Like a bird in play,
As his life has ended on this sunny day,
The third boy runs now so fast,
Miss places his foot and falls down a crevasse,
The slope so slippery and yet so vast,
The third life has ended at last.





its been awhile...once again here is my soul in poetic form. let me know what you
think...if your still there. and yes, spelling issues.


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A Matter Of Strength

If strength is only 
How well you hide the pain.
I must be truly strong spirited.

If thinking you want death
Is a matter of being gutsy enough,
Then those who're gone
Were even more strong

Rest in peace,
Yet what've they've done 
Shall forever haunt me...


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Anaclitic misery

Collective and permanent-
In these steps to eliminate, I advance.
Concern soley for the initial incision-the swell beneath lefthand placement and pressure.
Natural movements restricted, the right conducts it's glide across taught purpose.
 Our eyes widen to mirror the separation of her skin.
Warm nourishment begins to flood, I settle beside and case over the lips,
preventing the taste from draining down my chin.
A plentiful volume of ejecta sets the air.
 Collective and permanent- our labors deliver each other entirely from inherent hunger; mine defined by her final cry, dangles above human teeth, instincts screaming against ignorant memory-against these plastic hands which I've soaked heavily.
The creature of all my passion, each and every constant, bears your name as well.
 At this, a plentiful volume of ejecta had set the air. A powerful aroma to compliment my dinner.


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The Girl and her Teddy Bear

The little girl cries, alone in her room, holding her teddy bear as the dread sets and looms. 
Crying and shaking, scared to sleep at night, tired of the struggles, tired of the fight. 
With her mom gone all night, and her dad drunk all day, aching to tell but at what price must she pay?
Needing a friend, someone to tell her secrets, someone to pick up all the broken pieces.
To walk to school with, to complain when boys are yucky, but no one like her could ever be that lucky. 
As the tears fill her eyes, and the snot in her nose, her door opens slowly, and the moment there just froze. 
tiptoeing so quietly, into her room, fear starts to spread swept like a broom. 
He fondle her blankets, stops at her waist, she is kicking and screaming for that shell get a taste. 
The man be becomes when he doesn't get his way, she is bleeding so now she must lay. 
When all is done and finished, she cries on her bed, reliving the nothing that is all left unsaid. 
Closing her eyes, she hears him downstairs, as she squeezes her teddy out flow the tears.
Eying the window perched on the wall, she pictures her life and lets herself fall.


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Another life "My old friends"

If it's true, and there's another life
That waits beyond our journey's end
I'll hold a place within my heart
And a rocking chair for my old friends
To sit beside a fire at night
And talk about, the stories of another time
Or dream about what might have been,
But either way I wouldn't change
The path that led to my old friends

And if there is another life
I'll wait for you with open arms
Beneath the moonlit sky at night
I'll reminisce and count the stars
Which never fails to take my breath
Each moment when I think of you
And know again I'll see your face
That shines within the summer sun 
Or glows within the winter moon

That's seen so many journeys end
With hopes of such a special place
Where friends are never left behind
And faces never fade away
Through time, if there's another life
Old friends would come
And there they'll stay
And bring another rocking chair
For those who pass this way

Kevin D. Fix


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A Kiss Of Death

Through various trials in life many tend to give up on the fight

Other have frolic in the ambiance of spite
Still some resist this form of logic & truly live
A vested tendency & need to forgive
We spill our hearts out on the burgeous sea

A kiss of death with noted Judas with Jesus

A sin so costly it ended his fate
With promise of a ressurection far too late
A kiss of death fresh out on the painted canvas
With sweat of brush stroke to quench the desire

A kiss of death in modest apparel
In want of appease through dense torn leaves
In wallow of a forest in a grand chasm
In moments were one can't even fathom
Through lips tied among the chartered course to pull
A regime of strife & reluctant pull

In regards to a promise that was once made in the dark'
It had lit the fullest spark to what it was I have been waiting for
A great gulf fix hence the vast opened door
A given chance to finally explore
The notion in logical persuasion & more!


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Little Jo

"Mama Said to Call You
It's Time to Have Some Dinner.
Come and I Will Race You
We'll See Who Is the Winner."

I Always Lost the Race
To My Little Sister, Jo,
She Loved to Be the Winner
So I Ran a Little Slow.

I Really Didn't Mind
Because I Loved Her So,
She Loved Life and Living
And She Had So Far to Go.

The Memories I'll Cherish
Of Our Childhood Sweet and Fair
It Seems like Only Yesterday
That She Lost Her Teddy Bear.

But the Day We Found Him
I Forever Shall Regret.
Maybe If He'd Stayed Lost 
I'd Have Nothing to Forget.

She Found Him in the Neighbor's Yard
And She Ran Across the Street,
She Didn't See the Car.
Now I Forever Weep.

Sometimes I Hear a Little Voice
In the Middle of the Night,
And it Brings Back Memories
Of a Little Girl in Flight.

"Mama Said to Call You
It's Time to Have Some Dinner.
Come and I Will Race You
And We'll See Who Is the Winner."

Connie Moore
August 18, 1992


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The Saddest Life

I heard a whistle in the air
As a little girl cried, “It’s not fair”
Because her parents did not care
Out late drinking every night
Coming home in a drunken fight
Things were never right
This little girl had one request
But this, her parents had to detest
She wanted things to be sane
Just simple and plain
One day with no fights
Or drunken late nights
These were her rights
But this her parents could not give
So it was she who could not live
It was for them
That she can never forgive
She cannot live for long
For it is she who will never belong
Picking a knife
Out of the kitchen drawer
She realizes
She doesn’t care anymore
She runs up and hides in her room
And as she looks out at the moon
She says her last goodbyes
And with the tears that she last cries
She slits her throat and dies
That little girl was me


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Gendercide

Gender inequity thought harmless, normal,
causes gendercide in dark alleys less formal.

In        India,      China,            and Pakistan
Girl children when born are killed out of hand.

Still wet from the womb and with no regret,
they are poisoned or starved, seen as a debt.

The cost of their life’s enormous     dowries;
for in parts of our world       they’re property.

Sold if they’re lucky to live as      chattel
closed in houses less valued than cattle.

Equality    denied            by fathers, sons
new prostitutes formed by girls on the run.

        What of the gender equity crisis I say
the twenty-first century, still this way?


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The Voices Within

We have done nothing
To deserve all this pain
To be pulled on
Tugged on
Like you have everything to gain

We are pulled inside out
From the outside in
No matter how much we yell
You still put us through hell

Is there a good reason
For what you do wrong
You know it’s a sin
Yet you’ll do it again

If you would give us a chance
We could prove to you all
How much happier you’d be

Stop all this madness
Please let us live
Quit taking our lives
Like we never once lived

Listen inside you
We are a part of you
We have your heart beat
Your laughter

You’ll be proud one day
Of the decision you’ll make
Once you chance your mind
There’s no going back

For we are a part of you
We are growing inside of you
You’re blanketing us with your womb

Please chose life for us
We are babies after all

Please let us have a chance at life




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Dreams' depth

Dream depth

Dreams are the Leatherback tortoises
lazing across the Caribbean’s;
the blue water and columns of sun.
dreams have seen the ruins, 
the pieces of lost cities, Atlantis; buried.
Dreams have touched the fossilized white bones 
of a father, a fisherman, who sunk.

The boy wakes up, runs on bare feet 
towards the shore where his dreams are.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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As With A Tear

Brutally deranged, I've gone a tad insane,
but it isn't my fault no, you're the one to blame,
I laugh at insecurities, and the struggles I can't face,
because if I see them for what they are, I couldn't bear,
Not a drop of innocense in this stuffed up air,
Wouldn't it be nice to live without a care?
But **** the past, there's a reason I'm not there,
I wish I could take it back,
I wish I could have known,
They weren't all the same,
and none the less you have made me grow.
Can you kill me, before I do it myself,
I'm over thinking, and could even damage hell.
But now I'm hungry and I bid you a farewell,
because you were my past intentions, and nothing is for real,
You lied and cast me out, leaving me with sorrow,
Now knowing the only thing that is hurting me will be gone tomorrow,
I don't need the money, or a thing around my neck,
Now you are gone there will be nothing left,
I have found a savior, someone who is the same as I.
Someone who has been trapped, by this world of lies,
I will take his burden, and strap it in with mine,
I will not have anymore, regrets behind who I kiss,
because there is only one who I will be with bliss,
He is the one, who I will stay with.
Unlike you, fair weathered friends, I'll bid you a farewell and tie off loose ends.


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A Child's Paranormal Experience

All was dark and quiet in the house as I got up to pee
Not a sound from a mouse, but I could hear my hammering heart inside me
I was so scared of the dark and hated getting up in the middle of the night
I knew bogeymen lurked in the trailer park, but thank God for my night light!

I listened to the stories told, never knowing I would witness it first hand
Seven years old and what I saw I couldn’t understand
Walking past the living room door way, I saw her sitting in a chair
She wore a white transparent negligee and had very white hair

The room was eerily cold and truth be told, I was utterly mesmerized
My hand on the door post, I knew she was a ghost, but not anyone I recognized
She never once looked at me, but seemed to star in another direction
Like contemplating her reality and if she had a spiritual resurrection

I blinked an eye, that’s how fast she was gone.  Never to be seen again
I’ll never forget that July the beating beneath my breastbone, and her very pale skin
She’ll always be in the forefront of my mind, a lost soul, lost in time!
Her spirit is still confined and so I give Amy Green my story through a Rhyme!

*Written for Amy Green’s “I Saw With My Own Eyes” Contest


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Fading Breath

I was only ten,
when an illness visited me;
within days, it made me dehydrated
and weak. I had to support myself
to go to the sink to sip some water;
my mouth almost had no saliva!
One night, my parents rushed me to hospital,
for the gates of the afterlife were beginning to open
for me. I couldn't feel the drip needles getting through my skin;
my senses were lost. Visions of a white place I saw; a place my soul
probably stepped foot. My mother was awake beside me, all through the night. Death was much closer to me than I imagined.....


Poem Theme: Near Death Experience


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my child

you are
the only star on a cloudy night 
before its about to rain
the last calm wave coming in
before a hurricane
the brightest color in the sky 
when a rainbow's overhead 
the last tear in my eye
before I go to bed

you are 
the ray of sun that gives me hope
when showers plague the sky 
all the glowing little lights 
that we call fire flies 
the glistening of the winter snow 
on the coldest night 
you are my child 
and I am yours 
forever in the sky.


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The Crooked Stick

I remember the pain.
The old familiar ache.
An enemy I wear,
always there when I wake.
A branch behind my legs,
so swift, so fast, so direct.
He was so full of anger,
there laid no room for regret.
Where was she?
Did she ever care?
The pain was growing too intense.
Too much for me to bare.

And then... and then...
he was wasn't there.
the shining lights, all through the limbs,
their faces, white and fair.

He was gone... and so was she...
the branch was snapped in two.
Delicatley she swayed in the woods,
where the cypress grew.
And then I knew... she was always there.
A mother always sees.

I forever now, forever will, be haunted by the trees...


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Growing With An Empty Hourglass

GROWING WITH AN EMPTY HOURGLASS


Today’s dawn disturbed a dreaming child
She’ll never hold her father’s hand
He clutched an arm ablaze and wild
Leaving him in pieces piled
Lost and left to where they’d land
Yet his baby laughed and smiled
Far too young to understand
Now the future holds her heavy heart
Inheriting time’s weightiest grains of sand
Absence…


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Back in the Day

Back in the Day
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

It was back in the day of buggy and horse
Long before cars were made,
That a small farm boy, too young for the fields
Stayed home at the cabin with me.
Since this young boy who stayed was only a tot
He with critters and bugs would play.
It was great fun almost everyday.
Watching him play from the porch.
We were more than friends romping on the land.
Brother and sister were we.
With a bond that brought angels above great joy
Seeing me with the boy.

And this is the reason it hurt so much
Watching that day from the porch,
The woeful sight came in view oh, plight.
It happened in broad daylight.
Folks working in the fields came fast
To see what help they could be.
Our older brother's gun had fired.
I saw it all from the porch.

The angels looked down with sadness and said
What a dreadful fray we see—
Yes, and Mama knew it (sixteen years old, 
Is too young to have a gun.)
Oh, woeful sight in my afternoon view 
His memory is clear to me.

For our bond was stronger by far than the bonds
Of those who came running to see—
Of those who full of fear did flee--
There was not one angel in Heaven above
Relieved one spot of the sadness in me 
Forever together love bonded with him
Sweet feelings remembered by me.

For the heart of my brother forever entwined
With the horrible sight I did see
And my soul deep inside to that memory binds
And prays for eternity, we--
Although late at nighttime, when I kneel by my bed. 
I start praying, praying for my young brother dead.
And the bonding between him and me
We shall siblings eternally be.

(Written in the style of Edgar Allen Poe)


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For my Mother

For a Mother.

 

she left me

with only the thoughts of her embrace to warm me

in frigid mornings of tomorrows yet to come

she left me

with her words of tender truths to shroud me

in the coming evenings of stabbing sleet and hail

she left me

yet she stays forever within me

in my waking dreams

and in my restful thoughts

she stays forever within me

she remains an abiding part

of the love

the pain

the tears

and never shall we be

truly apart

 


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Writers Rock

Babies,
Babies
Like to get rabies.
That's the way babies rock.

Writers,
Writers
Like nice highlighters.
That's the way Writers rock.


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Farewell To This Life

Time for me to say
My last goodbye.

If this mind and outlook of mine
Won't change once I leave.

Then I may attempt
What I've been thinking of
From within those past years.

I've isolated myself long enough;
So no one will any longer be as close to me.

I've already written and spoken
My truest of feelings.

Some day it may be time for me to say
My last goodbye to whatever happiness
That has been left behind
Deep within my mind.


Details | Ottava rima | |

GIOVANNA: THE LOVELY PRIMA DONNA

I often visited the prittiest and kindest lady,
who lived by an abandoned, weedy cemetery...
and she told me tales that made me dream;
up that pine-scented and rugged hill, the Devil tripped many times and finally fell:
when her holiness set her gracious face aglow!
And she never cursed God, but continued her creed,
believing that she was put on earth to sanctify love;
and she planted many seeds in the moist garden...flowers that made her life livelier!
 

Exchanging her pure soul for money, never tempted her:
living happily and continuously blessing God's name;
if that's how one is blessed, many shouldn't need to wonder...
how she never asked anyone for anything...relying on Providence! 
Every spring morning she tended to those roses and gardenias, 
like mothers care for their adored children;  and she sang
opera like a glamorous prima donna on the illuminated stage:
how astonished were the passersby hearing those lovely areas!
 

Giovanna, lovely prima donna, sing another beautiful area for me,
let me hear how a soprano can feel that divine harmony;
teach me all the lyrics and the tunes that embellish them:
I am a quick-learner and my passion goes beyond my talent!
Giovanna, lovely prima donna, you sought no honors or earthly glory, 
and your visions were grander than those idolized singers,
who only asked for applauds and repeats from the cheering crowds;
you had none of these...only this aspiring-tenor-to-be! 


I passed by her house yesterday, the shades were pulled down...her garden 
without butterflies was arid and the pretty flowers fluctuated no more; 
and the tall pines trees didn't offer their inebriating, sweet aroma,
but there was no sound of Giovanna's voice, the voice of the lovely prima donna:
canaries and bluebirds weren't frantically tapping on her closed window!
In a white laced dress, wearing red shoes and a green velvety hat:
she displayed her national pride, recalling the enchanted land of music and poetry,
where her unforgettable childhood was spent with an innocence so free! 



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hurts so bad

im hurting so bad  inside im falling apart its getting hard to hide dont feel right anymore since u died.  What am i suppose to do when i dont want nothing in this world but you and that cant ever come true :(  i cant explain how i feel i just wish i could kick it with u still. i always loved you and i always will


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Confined

"Confined" I am here, with no way out. A place that’s hidden, without a doubt. No hope for rescue, and no chance for escape. Will this be my final resting place? No way to tell whether its night or day. Darkness and silence are all that stay. What goes through my mind is all I have, Left with the memories of a dead mom and dad. Worse than the loneliness of my dark quiet cell, Are the memories of the loneliness I remember too well, And the childhood I spent with no love and no home. This cell soon becomes the escape from my passed, And now this vacant cell seems bright, and vast.


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Outcome of War

Look at the hands of the boy
He held's a gun not a toy 
Look where he played
Full of bullets and granades
Tell whats his games 
Find a victim and then aim
Look what he just did
Pulled the trigger and killed a kid
Some stood up and stared 
Like none ever cared
Its normal they say
In this cruel war today


Details | Diamante | |

E is for Ecto

Maud dreamed by the fire, her blue eyes half-closed,
While a grey cat on a grey mat beside her reposed.
Then she wakened and watched as the fast-falling snow
Was whipped into drifts when the sad wind would blow.
The moments that make up a life span are fleet,
Passing by with the stealth of a kitten's soft feet.
Since then, many winters this old earth has turned,
And I can't even guess when the last embers burned.
But where the hearth warmed, a computer now stands,
And someone's been typing with very cold hands
And piling spreadsheets on a table all day
On the very same spot where a grey cat once lay.
You're alone, so stop turning -- you won't find a trace
Of the blue eyes and smile of a little girl's face;
But when winds start moaning and driving the snow,
Maud may send you a ghost-mail from long, long ago.


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No More Hope

Sick of crying 
tired of trying
ya im smiling
but inside im dying
trapped in a world thats impossible to excape
im dying more everyday 
with ever breath i take
you think that if i smile im happy 
but thats not even true
im only pretending and living a lie
just to satisfy you
i just dont understand how you 
could cause me this pain and still have no clue
because in my eyes the only thing thats killing me is you
while im living a lie that revolvs around you
im accomplishing your dreams that never came true
all these years ive had to hide
mabe thats why im so dead inside
so when you see me hanging dead on a rope
youll run out of thoughts like i ran out of hope

-Spencer Coggsdale       dedidcated to my parents


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The Art of Living Part Two

Monday, February 27th   
The bell rings and all the people walk out to get on their buses or to get to their cars. I 
walk with some of my friends as we talk about what happened the day before. I finally 
reach my bus, and find the number of my bus seat. I sit down and pull out my iPod, and 
I listen to “Nothing Else Matters” by Metallica. I am thinking about the weekend when I 
went to go see granny Helen on Saturday, but she wasn’t there, she was at a wrestling 
match. It is now Monday and I thought about her for some odd reason. After an hour we 
finally reached my house; I have to walk a mile to get to my back yard. I calmly walk up 
towards the house and I open the door. I sat my book bag down on the floor, that’s 
when I heard a sound coming from my mom’s room. I quietly opened the door and I see 
that she has been crying, my brother was sitting on her bed. She looks at me when I 
asked her what was wrong, if it was her boyfriend? Or if something happened to my 
sister? She responds “Granny Helen is in very bad condition, they don’t think she’s going 
to make it.”I asked “what happened?” She puts on her jacket and grabs the keys.
She started the car and said “Granny was sitting at the table, she told Gino (her 
boyfriend) that she couldn’t breathe, and he laid her on the floor then called 911. By the 
time they got there it was too late, she already turned blue, her eyes were bloodshot 
and wide open, when the paramedics came they used a breathing tube on her, they 
kept her heart pumping even though she was gone. You could hear the water in her 
lungs.” During that time my mom called several people and told them the news. I 
remember when I used to go up to the blue house where granny lived, me and my 
cousins would be up there and we would play, watch scary movies and eat grannies 
tuna casserole. I was four when I started calling Helen, Granny Helen.  
I sat in the car thinking about all the years I had with granny Helen. My mother and 
brother were still crying, there was no way a tissue could help. I couldn’t find a reason 
to cry yet, because I knew that there could be a chance she would come back. 
We finally arrive at the hospital. We see Jason, Megan’s husband and we ask him where 
they have Helen; he ignored us and kept on walking. I got upset, knowing that it was 
serious and maybe she was already gone. We asked the lady where Helen was, which 
room she was in.


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Warning

There is a penalty for sin

There is a way that seems right to man

There is a real devil that comes to kill you
No one will help you;
All are loose cannons in their idle John Wayne existence
Satan is their god & stomach
~

No one will pray for you in this sin sick culture filled with Ragu!

Liars & evil angelic beings having viscous fangs that bite in night
A trap for your feet lies onto Hell's peak
Along the valley chosen to rest next to the River Styx;
Rapture ready only to Hell!
~

Eyes of black resin filled death
Eyes of smoke filled sulphur with smoke
Eyes of skulls cross with bones intact
Eyes in misery along a heart attack;

Hands that hold the innocent to prey
A dreary day marked on its blotted page will frey
A challenge to be free is a question in time
A society that lost touch with reality & blind

A false god of self in idol prey
Sufferings servants in the night will play
Dogs in colorful blackened frenzy
Plagued by societal idol frenzy

Gone our the days when sid met Nancy/
Tragedy!


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The Stone

I think i might write a letter
to someone that i havent
talked to in a while
Ill lay it beside her stone
the stone i brought for her
when i was really young
Ill wait until she writes back
Falling asleep on the cold ground
Waking up in the fog


Details | Elegy | |

An Elegy for Safety: For the Victims of Virginia Tech

I remember the wooden floors of Catholic school;
And the grin reflected in glossy planks; 
And how I learned of God, love, peace, white, pure,
But never knew anything else,
A warm embrace of family in the house of God,
His warmth raining on me in the Spring of my youth.
And the friends I had, who were wet with me,
And in the name of childhood 
We danced and sang.

But it was a child who shot down
His school, covering steel bullets in blood;
More powerfully covering childhood in the truth:
There is no safe place.

The planks hold doubter’s eyes, now,
The reality that death is for all of us,
That each person holds the end 
Of strangers’ worlds in his hands.

If I could take the Hokies,
And all the murdered youth of this greatest nation, 
And heal them, I would.  
But I did not invent the safe feeling
Only remaining…hopefully somewhere.


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once

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Chops"

because that was the name of his dog

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A



And his mother hung it on the kitchen door


That was the year that Father Tracy

took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus

And his little sister was born

with  no hair

And his mother and father kissed a lot

And the girl around the corner sent him a valentine signed with a row of X's

and he had to ask his father what the X's meant

And his father always tucked him in bed at night

And was always there to do it.


Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Autumn"

because that was the name of the season

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and asked him to write more clearly

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because of its new paint

And the kids told him

that Father Tracy smoked cigars

And left butts on the pews

And sometimes they would burn holes

That was the year his sister got glasses

with thick lenses and black frames

And the girl around the corner laughed

when he asked her to go see Santa Claus

And the kids told him why

his mother and father kissed a lot

And his father never tucked him in bed at night

And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it.


Once on a paper torn from his notebook

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Innocence: A Question"

because that was the question about his girl

And that's what it was all about

And his professor gave him an A

and a strange steady look

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her

That was the year that Father Tracy died

And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went

And he caught his sister making out on the back porch

And his mother and father never kissed or even talked

And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup that made him cough when he kissed her

but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do

And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed

his father snoring soundly.


That's why on the back of a brown paper bag

he tried another poem

And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"

Because that's what it was really all about

And he gave himself an A

and a slash on each damned wrist

And he hung it on the bathroom door

because this time he didn't think

he could reach the kitchen.


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Deteriorate

Cant build a thing
The chains holding me down
Have slowly rotted over time
I need a soul that carries on through the pain (when the walls start collapsing again)
Give me a heart the ceases to fail
Despite the infection within

Dont take for granted this world we live in
Nevermind the fragile dirt we all end in

Time has had its way with me
The trail ive walked down
Has Fastly Deteriorated
I need a soul that carries on through the pain (when the walls start collapsing again)
Give me a heart that ceases to fail
Despite what you will find in me

Dont take for granted this world we live in
Nevermind the fragile dirt we all end in


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Let The Right One In

Låt Den Rätta Komma In
Mom... Dad... Is there such thing as evil? Bandage up your cut, Watch the innocent suffer in tragedy. You need to invite me in, But you don't say a thing... As it enters the residence, And bleeds out all her sins. A dying hand pleads for help, Violently murdered and bloody, You reach out... Grab the doorknob, And embrace the monster. A killer. A brother's vengeance, an eye for an ear, The fire is burning, distracting... Helpless and drowning. Just in time, the demon is a savior. Stow away in a trunk, Leave this godforsaken place. Knocking in codes... Eat some now, save some for later...


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THE CRIME

(for Neil)

I wonder if you remember,
the dog you killed that day
on the way back from the Stony Rises?

You were driving, talking about
yourself, I think,
or maybe you were singing along
to some song on the radio.

Up ahead, the boy on a bicycle
pedaled against the wind,
dog by his side.

It happened so quickly,
you were driving so fast
you nearly didn’t stop,
thinking, hoping, perhaps,
that you’d only imagined it.

When we backed up the boy was
on his knees, hands hovering over
the dead animal.

"Sorry about that, mate,"
was all you could say.

Fighting back tears and disbelief
the boy looked up:

"Oh, that’s all right," he said.



Details | Lyric | |

Lost 2 the GAME

Now since a youngin my people always pushed me to the side.
Never gave me anything but i never ever cried.
There was only one person who was right there by my side.
Know i'd never love another at that moment that she died.
But i kept going, got out on the streets and i kept grown.
Kept planting my feet like some seeds, you could say i kept sowing.
That was my grandmother, the only one who kept me strong.
The only one who kept me out the street from doing wrong.
I couldn't let it get me down, it had to make me stronger.
That just meant i had to struggle for a little longer.
Now i'm out here in these streets learning types of agriculture.
while i'm bagging up some dimes of this marijuana.
Plus i was doing chemistry and i was also learning math
because in the streets is where i learned two quarters make a half.
It's where i learned that grimy people try to take your stash.
That's why i couldn't play around i had to save some cash.....


Details | Rhyme | |

blake

to think he finally found his answer to 
releif,
would only leave pain and greif.
to end his own suffering and 
pain.
what would friends and family have to gain?
his life felt pointless thanks to past pain,abuse, and lifes trials and tribulations.
suicide was not tha answer,
if he only knew he shoulda been thankful.
what he went through was horrible 
yes
but staying possitive was tha 
test.
everything happens for a reason,
to find strength in god to breathe another season.
this was not destiny nor 
fate.
he had a whole life ahead of him now its to
late.
now near a casket they sit at his wake.
maybe it coulda been prevented if he knew he wasnt alone
instead of taking a life in his own home..
Reach out your not alone
god has a purpose for all us.....


Details | I do not know? | |

"Agony Rains"

Here's the story of a lonely girl, whose life is lost in a world so sad it seems 
unreal. People keep hating, left & right-not even knowing the deal & whats for 
real...Her name's almost always in someone elses mouth- obviously tasteful & 
of great appeal. Do they ever think to ask her how she just might feel?
Do they care that she may be one of the only ones left who is REAL?
Wonder if they stop to think that shes got wounds that just won't heal? 
The bruises might go away with time, & the blue of her pain, just might fade.
But the scar that is left behind, is forever embedded deep in her mind;
Always there to remind her, that more often than not, she was once deeply
torn, sliced through to her Soul- & cut with the sharpest blade....
She screams to the man above, because her life was a life he made.
The mistakes she made all by herself- even though shes only human,
she wonders if her dues will ever be paid...
And who can she stick in the chest? 
Thrusting hard, slicing through thier poor excuse of a heart?
Causing them only Raw Pain? And has the girl finally gone insane? 
Or is she simply left lost, blindly searching through the mist of her freaking Pain?
She wonders how others survive this mean & agonizing GAME-
Its GOOD 'VS' EVIL- Played by God & Lucifer- 
& she wonders if she makes it, if she'll ever be the same. 
And it's her Soul they're fighting for- she's fallen pawn to thier battling.
And what exactly was it that she thought she'd find there?
What was it she thought she might gain?
She's jokenly said, all she wanted from life was PEACE & HARMONY in a world 
that's filled with too much pain...
And from her eyes her Agony Rains...
It falls in drops, streaming slowly down her face...
Shes tired of the way they torment her-She wants to be dropped out of thier Race. 
But she's being ripped, torn in two. Her Soul's on the line...
She wonders about her God's saving grace.
Because if he loved her & treasured her life,
 why would he leave her so alone in this SPACE?
A place that no longer makes her eyes shine or erases the pain from her face...


Details | Elegy | |

Little Boy

Oh please little boy, please don't cry
Mommy went away
Daddy's here to stay
Please little boy, I love you so
Mommy's coming back
She didn't go!
Oh please little boy don't go away
Mommy will cry
While we go play
Please little boy won't you stay?
Gone forever
Still this day


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Broken Wings

Free spirit, free soul soars through the air without a care in the world.
Flying high soaring through the air in an impetuous yet carefree way...

Stunned by sudden conflict , falls to prey...

Broken wing among a pure soul, hard to fly hard to soar, hard to make 
it through its journey, falls in a humbled way...

All it sees as it falls lifeless through the air is the mistakes it made 
as it falls to its decay.....

Falling hard, falling fast it knows the path taken was a wrongful one as
it falls in dismay.....

Broken heart, broken wings, can not fly anymore for it knows
this is its final destination, a life taken too soon by its own 
desolation.


Details | Bio | |

Mommy Dearest

                             So many nights I layed and cried.
                               Longing to have you in my life.
    But, everytime is always the same, you always leave me the blame!
            So many times because of you I have wanted to die.
                             Yes! I contemplated my suicide!
                       Anytime I have needed you by myside,
                                 you tuck tail and hide.
             You always have told me you wished I was never born.
                          Well, guess what I was born.
                I never asked to be brought into this world,
 So many times you have made me cry because, of all the things you have said and tried.
               So many times you have pushed me to that edge,
                       to where I wished I was dead!
           I always wondered how you would act if I was dead!
 You say that I am dead to you,well maybe I should make your dream come true!
      Maybe I should just end it all right now and comit suicide and go to hell.
         If I get to hell before you do, I will save you seat in the front two! 
    So, keep playing your childish games for I am going to remain the same. 
      So  Mommy Dearest, how would feel if I were to end it all right here!
                              Oh, wait Mommy Dearest!
You would not care for you are not amother just a worthless piece of air!


Details | I do not know? | |

My Life of Death

My Life of Death

No, why me? That could’t be true.
I’m not deserving of this pain that deaths put me through. Tears and pain perfected by the 
people who LOVE me, forgiving in abundance so hatred won’t consume me.

Betrayed by the love your parents gave.
Pain by the generations that’s the same.
Angered by all the times life has let me down.
Saddened by all my love ones who could’t stay around.

Grief because I hate you and I know it in’t right. I keep telling myself there was happy times 
when I cry myself to sleep at night.
I try to make the good outweigh the bad,
But constantly I block the thoughts of the times you made me sad.

I love you not you love me because your love was conditionally anger, mad, sadness and 
grief I didn’t know happiness until happiness left me

Death you thought was physical too, But the death I speak if of you.

Goodbye.




Details | ABC | |

sudden truth

sudden truth
of love unknown
my wasted youth
i have out grown
 
old and stupid
and in my silence
pity my cupid
for i no sense…
 
for i not say
what i must speak
for i not stay
with in her cheek
 
still d’same
and never grown
a boy in stain
a man not shown

www.thinktok.blogger.com


Details | Rhyme | |

Eairlest Memory

My earliest memory is rather sad
I watched my mother die
Only memory of her I ever had
Through all the tears I cry

Some poems seem so hard to write
Will the pain never end?
Poetry to me is a spiritual fight
One that I hope to win

Most painful memory I can’t forget
One I cannot let go
It is a pain that I’ll never regret
Because I love her so

I don’t understand what a meter is
Or if I ever will
But I know that this truthful rhyme
Expresses how I feel


Details | Narrative | |

There is Life Beyond Death's Door

Mama stood at the kitchen sink, quietly drying the dishes and putting them away.  I 
knew 
she was crying because every now and then she would wipe her eyes with the hem 
of her 
apron.  She hadn’t been eating much, lately. She looked so tired and drained.  She 
was a 
tall, beautiful woman.  At 40 years old she looked as if she had just turned 30.  She 
was on a 
leave of absence and had been keeping busy around the house, constantly 
cleaning, 
scrubbing and washing.  In hindsight, now I know she was only trying to keep busy 
so she 
wouldn’t think about her first born son. Mama had slept so much the week before. I 
remember wondering, back then, asking myself, was she also sick?  I was too afraid 
to ask 
out loud.  I would lie next to her in her bed and watch her sleep.  Her stirring 
reinsured me 
that she was fine-only sleeping.  You see, my oldest sister, Winnie, after Brian died, 
had 
explained to me what dying was.  So then I knew that dying was like sleeping, only 
you 
never wake up. I was not going to let my Mama die also. I would bring into her bed, 
my 
coloring books and pencils and would sit on that bed until she woke up. Sometimes, 
I would 
fall asleep, then awake to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, saying her rosary 
and I 
would join her. In some ways I was like Mama.  We were both of quiet spirits but 
she was 
strong and also an extrovert.  She made friends easily.  I on the other hand, was 
shy, 
stubborn and introverted. Later on as I got older, our personality would clash on 
many 
occasions.

It was a Saturday afternoon in May.  We were all sitting at the kitchen table.  We, 
kids were 
eating all the sweets because Mama and Papa were distracted. There was still 
plenty of food 
left over from the week before. Mama’s many friends had really showered her with 
love.  
They had cooked and cleaned and comforted her as much as they could. Mama and 
Papa 
very seldom ate any food, which seemed to last forever. My older siblings were lost 
in their 
own thoughts and grief, my younger sister, Lena, my cousin Reggie and I ate 
heartily of 
anything we liked. Being the youngest of the group, we did not fully understand 
what was 
going on.  We were talking amongst ourselves about our


Details | Free verse | |

After Light

Through cigarette paper skin

such a thin, translucent sleeve;

the light of your life beams out.

•

Your eye: a spotlight on mum and dad

as they sing to the beat of

your pulsing heart-rhythm.

•

You illuminate this space

like no cut diamond could:

a light on this world.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Mother

Mother shot father and I don’t see
How this came to be
Mother shot father and I can't hear
The sound of gunfire ringing in my ear

In my room I sit 
A cigarette in my hand, asking to be lit
Mother shot father and I don’t know why
I can't seem to find the tears to cry

Mother shot father
Bam bam bam
Mother shot father
Bam bam bam

A bullet straight to the head
And now daddy is dead
Two more shots, just to be sure
Its all a blur

Mother shot father 
And then mother shot mother 
Here I sit, in my room alone
The words in my head an endless drone

Mother shot father
Mother shot mother
If I shoot myself 
Will all the blame lie with mother?


Details | Free verse | |

Angel

 
Angel, Mystical Being with halo and wings; your heart can touch the sky. Close your pretty little eyes, reach for the heavens, but don't say goodbye. Keep dreaming, your wings will carry you to the end. Dreaming, and your heart will guide you through... The end of anything is just the beginning of another. So you can now take flight with your beautiful wings of white. Dreaming of the Heaven that you will one day reach. Just close those wandering blue eyes, let your heart whisper the gentle goodbyes. Little lost angel singing alone in the night. Your heart is filled with the gift of precious song, your heart will softly sing this tender goodbye.


Details | Verse | |

A Farewell to Tommy

 

Reading our bi-weekly paper, I turn to the obit. column,
There I read a dear friends name, and my mood turns from shock to one that is solemn.
A feeling of disbelief, but there it is in black and white.
Although we were not close as we were in our younger days that does not change this
feeling I am having tonight.

We went our separate ways when we grew up but we always had a laugh when we would meet,
He was an awesome guy, a super dad, a loving husband a type of man that was hard to beat.
Straight as an arrow, his words spoke true,
Dear friend know tonight there are many missing you.

An honest man who earned every dollar from the sweat of his brow to the callous of his hands.
He was a man who covered the ground on which he would stand.
I never once told him to his face exactly how I felt but I’m sure he knew,
He was a good friend that now is gone, but as long as I live I’ll always remember knowing you.


Details | Free verse | |

Mother

My girl lost her mother today
her head bent forward so
by the grave she stood so still
and looked and looked
as if her mother would rise and be well
and we could all go home

my girl lost her mother today
and sits in the window watching the rain
thinking of her mother in the ground below
wet in the soaking rain

my girl lost her mother today
only 10 years old
this loss will mark her heart for life
her smile will never return
anyone who knew her before
will see the damage done.

all the comfort, all the love
will not fill the aching hole
year her mother was sick and waiting
to die
and peace does not comfort anyone


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The Grass Is Cut

I can see you dancing on the lawns, innocence, 
laughing, running, arms carefree and unabashed.
Your vision holds me, as if held in a moment of such 
happiness and magic that I can barely think to breath.
But as a distant sound breaks my dream, I feel the 
emptiness once more.
No warmth of a breeze can break my fall from that high 
place.
How then should someone address their loneliness 
when all that was their life has gone from their touch.
When all that changed them from nothing to something 
has itself turned to nothing but for an aching love.
It cannot be left by the bed in the morning when you 
wake and picked up again at a time of nostalgia,
or left downstairs when you ascend the steps at night 
in hope of sleep.
It is you and it is your love... it is what you have 
and it is why you are.... 
Emptiness ... fullness of feeling... it is because 
they were... and they still are.


Details | I do not know? | |

Eden's grave

Have I lived so long in Eden’s grave
and never felt the ocean's wave
or touched the silken butterfly
who dances for the children’s eye

Colors more than sight allows
have I embraced those burning clouds
ending days in appetite
for stars in heaven's pride of night

did I live so long and never taste
snow - so shyly kissing the face
aimless, white melodies
clothes for barren naked trees

do I listen what the rivers say
they’re wisdom of a thousand days
winding from a mountains height
against the stone's endless fight

A scissor tail,  robin's nest
did I hear the song so curious
Have I lived at all - have I lived a day
Have I lived so long in Eden’s grave


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Gravitational Pull

Stone upon the water front/
Next to the cashmere pillow,
The pier near the gallow shore/
A man began to speak,

Within this land there shall be no way out accept I tax,
This gravitational pull may bring some down,
Yet if you stay and listen very carefully/
You will live through this time and be very happy !

Many of you have become lazy in the manner of laws,
A decree will be summoned to let us know/
The waiting may be hard to comprehend,
Yet within time you can grow to depend/

The fat of the land,
Let this man take you by the hand/
There can be no further excuses or escape,
The way will depend upon the hearer's !


Details | Narrative | |

We all stand alone

When all of time has elapsed & the moment for us will be no more
No, plight of fancy given hence to even ponder the ego
An explosion of sorts that marked a pulse on some plotted page
The door way of hope where no one bothered to offer your way
Through pillage of inner torment many will stand at heaven's door
With no intention of ever entering yet their will be w vast chasm to explore
A new exploration of that of content in nature

We have planted our seeds
Now is the time we will wait for the harvest to grow
Through vast fruition in timely exploits we will search further then ever before
To never relent in the place we will reach which will be in effect heaven's door
A given chance at which to humbly explore
A challenge to be made free is a question in time
Hope knows just where the stained glass window adjorned next to it's borrowed pew

To name just a few from the sheltered dormant of the chasm again
The given chance at which to humbly bow the head to count to the number ten
We must search ever vigilant to look within once again
Is their something that I had missed
Perhaps a fond lady that I was ever sorry that I had kissed
We stand alone on the promises of God
As we search within again
The given sphere on the oblonged gem'
Through portals of jest timely circumstances
We search even further then ever before

Through golden portals of emmense filled water that has been quenched to humbly 
nurture the inner palate'
Abounding in ever more stimulation,
We may need a break on some long awaited vacation
Then again to wander within
We all stand alone in that final day
One may never get a second chance at which to ever bow the knee to pray ?
Yet its all safe to say that it never had to be this way.


Details | Rhyme | |

To Write What is Asked

Irritable and out of sorts,
Jumbled emotions fill me up.
I want to write, but it hurts.
The topic, with sadness, erupts.

"A sad memory", the challenge was
But mine is sad beyond compare.
Not something I am prepared to write,
Feelings brought forth, too much to bare.

I shall attempt to put on paper
The saddest day in memory
But these are ghosts best left alone
And memories that need not be free.


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1963

I wear a veil of iron mesh,
it sheilds me from sensation,
it's like the one that Jackie wore
after Jack's assassination.

I was just a youngster then,
but, deep inside, I knew,
that with that act of violence
came the end of Xanadu.

My childhood innocense was gone
along with Camelot,
Pandora's box had opened wide
because of Oswald's shot.

Our world came tumbling down that day
an avalanche of evil,
it mowed us down, unstoppable
and crushed the souls of people.

The event was filmed and broadcast
and showed repeatedly,
until the images were burned
forever, indelibly.

The coal-black steed was riderless,
a boot in stirrup reversed,
the symbolism so powerful that,
to this day, it hurts.

And John-John with his little flag,
oh, how we ached with grief,
the look on Lyndon Johnson's face,
stunned with disbelief.

Our world received a lethal wound
still gaping to this day
and evil wrapped its tentacles
and many were lead astray.

Oswald shot on live TV!
The man who killed those nurses!
The Boston Strangler whistling,
the Devil loosed his curses.

Shots rang out from campus tower,
they slayed the Reverand King,
and then they killed poor Bobby,
he would never see the Spring.

But Spring would never be the same
once evil was unleashed,
gone were the days when we were safe,
our innocense was breeched.

Then wars broke out and haven't ceased
and millions have been killed,
and poisoned minds bring guns to school
and hearts are hatred-filled.

Innocents abducted,
babies raped and slain,
mothers drowning children,
the world has gone insane.

Don't turn to church to save your kids
so priests can then molest,
the Devil's even infested them,
he's made the church his nest.

Trust no one; lock your doors at night,
don't let your kids run free,
for evil has ensconced itself
and erased humanity.


Details | Rhyme | |

Garden of Eden ( Part one )

"Every time dear mother would speak of the Garden of Eden,
The harmonious image of our village would cross my mind,
For it is more beautiful and much sweeter than heaven,
Where my friends and I would laugh, play, and leave our troubles behind,

Our village's sky is oh so azure,
And full of different patterns drawn by it's clouds,
In winter snowflakes would fall so white and oh so pure,
As we enjoy them melt in our tongues while we chuckle and scream out loud,

When winter ends, and our village is only submerged with rain,
We'd take turns in stomping in deep puddles time and time again,
Every winter afternoon, our mothers would send us to play for hours,
For after we leave they would pick out the prettiest of flowers,
To doll up, so when our fathers are back from work, they'd be caressed with 
showers,
Of love, comfort, and a lot of joyful power.. "


Details | Free verse | |

Shadow Man

Shadow Man

You can move from 
room to room,
House to house,
Or state to state.
 
Wherever you zoom off to,
His shadow will always be
There to haunt you.
 
He wants to touch you,
In a very private way,
How long can you stay?
Away from his icy touch?
 
You can't even 
eat lunch
In a diner,
Without him sitting
In a booth beside you.
 
He's tall and thin
With a long black overcoat
And a dark top hat on.
 
You can't avoid
His eyes,
Because all you
See is black
When you look
At his face,
While he's hovering
Over your bed
Atnight.
 
Don't forget
To turn your
Night light on,
Maybe tonight
You’ll recognize
His face.
 
One thing is 
Sure to happen,
He’ll be sharing
Your space
With you
As soon as
Your head hits
Your lace pillowcase.
 
Let's hope he
Doesn’t reach
Out to trace your
Face with his
Pointy fingernail.
 
 


Details | Carpe Diem | |

c j is more than okay

               C.J. IS MORE THAN OKAY
                                     or
            I AM TOO  OLD FOR THE HUNT
My mortal motives are magnanimously moral 
My objects are not objectionable nor in any way obscene
And my only purpose is to preserve the pristine
For I see your smile as genuine and pleasant
Unfortunately I have no funds for buds nor a present
All I have is the want to share some time with you
With no illicit solicitations and that much is true
Each time I contact you in any way
You create a cerulean blue sky from grievous gray
It matters not to me what it is you choose to do
BUT I would enjoy to contentedly have a conversation with you 
 
I’ve played you music I believed would reach your heart
While innocence has always played its pertinent part
You’ve sometimes totally ignored me and that’s all right with me
Because akin to a swiftly swimming swan you deserve to be free
So if the thought occurs to you that I want more than just a phriend
Remember always and in all ways these words that I penned
You mentioned sharing lunch and it took me aback
Because it’s freedom and friendship I wish not to lack
Well as I mentioned before I’ve no money for flowers nor for fleece
But I do have the inclination to share with you some peace

       Fondly in finesse, flora, fauna and finery….   © 2011.….Phreepoetree!
~free cee!~ 


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Emotinal Warrior

they dont know
what the hell ive been through
when i come into the horizon of sensuality and twilight
it is all just a  mask
which conceals the inside
the passion and pain
which i thrive in and endure every living moment
i hide it unders craters and cevaces of earthly beauty and seductivity
as though I am the noir reincarnation of the Goddess Monroe herself
but alas, there is so much more to me
than that
I long to die
to no longer exist
for I am haunted as an old cottage in a valley of sorrow and destruction
they dont know what it is
to suffer as i have
torment and displeasure of the heart
crucifixtion of the soul
burial of dignity which has been stripped from me
I long to be more than God
yet less than man
a woman
I yearn for love, i cry for the attention that no one wants me to recieve in due time
the dragons of eden have sought to plunge me into the pit
and as i wait for eternal damnation
i always remember this
i am
an emotional warrior......

end


Details | Free verse | |

The Black Sacrament

Sweet mother sweet mother send your child onto me for the sins of the unworthy must be babtized in blood and fear.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Little Boy

Wolf! The little boy cried
No one listened and he died
How could we miss
Such a dark abyss?

Sharp teeth
Hidden behind the mask of a sheep
"Daddy why must you hurt me so?
How could they not know?"

Every night while we slept
That little boy wept
"Stop Daddy, why must you hurt me?
Why can't they see?"

He called Wolf, no one would look
Such horrors can only exist in a book
We were oh so wrong
And now he is gone


Details | Ballad | |

Every time it really hurts

Why doesn't he love me
Why can't he see
Every time it really hurts
I don't do anything to get it
But I still get hit
Every time it really hurts
If I don't put my toys away
Have to stand on a very hot tray
Every time it really hurts
Stop crying, act like a man
Or I'll get the back of a hand
Every time it really hurts
Didn't shut off the kitchen tap
Now here comes the leather strap
Every time it really hurts
Stayed up until I saw the moon
He's gone to go get the wooden spoon
Every time it really hurts
Hands, feet, butt, face are very sore
Can't take it anymore
Every time it really hurts
No more, that's it, I'm done
Have to go and get his gun.
It doesn't really hurt anymore.


Details | I do not know? | |

Real Sad, Real Glad

It's sad,
It's real sad,
They said that you were bad
You say there's no lies,
That black eye says otherwise
Please don't give in,
Don't commit the sin
Just the phrase,
"What happens in here stays in here"
And you punch the wall
It's sad,
It's real sad,
You used to be a good kid
Had all A's everyday
Must've lost it when they said,
"Go away"
Had a smile so sweet
Must've lost it when the said,
"Shut up, or you'll get beat"
I'm glad,
I'm real glad,
You came to me, see
I got you through this nightmare
There's peace here, with me
I'll forever and always care
With me, you will never fall
Please don't give in
Don't commit sin
Find your faith in the Lord


Details | Concrete | |

Stolen

In my mind I see
intertwined in rhapsody
              You & Me
what used to be
Through my eyes
All I see is a bitter reality
          Desire of my heart
          Stolen from me
My anxious soul has no rest
For my heart failed the one ture test.


Details | Free verse | |

Can Their

Can their be a heaven while your in my Hell?

Can their be a chorus in waiting through smell?
Can their be a flicker of hesitation amidst the pain?
Can their be any silence lest of course I refrain;
A window with children outside playing a game,

A shoulder to cry out in the pouring rain...
The silence;
Amidst a shadow torn in shutters peak,
Something to taunt though even the weak?

Can their be a host of angels in disguise?
To hide behind the inner pain of falsehood & compromise;
Chased dreams from your hair my pretty child prove the day/
Out of  sadness nestled in the mere fabric of desolation

Provoked to tears will feed all fears divorced for many years.,
In pillage turned to dust,
Can their be gold in them hills
Now whom do you trust?

Can their be an alternative out of heaven & Hell.,
Today, I have a great story to tell,
Out of sadness a slight bitterness;
Shades of pain leading to its demise in torment
Shades of trees polished amidst its brightened decorum
Eternity

Can their be ?


Details | Lyric | |

A Soldier woithout a Cause

A man of war is only complete when fulfilling a mission, he is born a leader but 
he requires in his youth much guidance and direction, his duty of truth is not to 
murder but to offer protection

A master of survival and of weaponry but he is deficient in the arts of  betrayal and 
confession, 21 shots and 6 feet down is almost always his only submission, 
stare deep into his eyes still you will find no expression, but do not be fooled  
within is heart is a raging flood of emotion 

In a catastrophe he acts without question while most are caught at an 
intersection, but take away his purpose and watch the empire swiftly transform 
into recession, Angels with dirty faces the punisher persuades, the wicked can 
not be saved in a world of ghosts, 

Foxes with tongues that spit words of fire reign with senseless trails of blood, oh, 
how quickly in battle does the fabricated legion lose its morale, and a soldier 
without cause knows that what he's been fighting for is not what he thought at all, 
and the one he's been following is soon to fall 


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Touching Hearts

This poem was inspired by Mrs. Dianne McGee’s post earlier on Face Book.


It was the very first day of school 
In Mrs. Thompson’s 5th. Grade class 
An untruth came from inside her 
That probably wouldn’t be the last 

She’d said she loved everyone of them
But in reality one of them just didn’t suit her eye 
The ragged clothes, his unkempt ways 
And the boy sometimes would cry 

She’d noticed him the year before 
And for some reason he just didn’t fit in 
His body odor, his wayward eyes 
And his frame that seemed pretty thin 

She prayed he’d just quit her class 
And no longer put a burden on the school 
She delighted in giving him big lettered F’s 
As she just thought of him as a fool 

Today was the day for student evaluations 
And boy was she going to toss the book 
At the ragged good for nothing kid 
That probably would become just a crook 

She decided to read what his other teachers wrote 
And sat back in her easy chair 
A surprised look came upon her face 
As she could only blink and stare 

Miss Ellen, his first grade teacher 
Said he was a joy to be around 
And his second grade teacher agreed 
No finer student could be found 

His third grade teacher however 
Said he just couldn’t seem to adjust 
Since his mother died of leukemia 
There was nobody he would trust 

The fourth grade teacher told of his dad 
A drunkard who beat Timmy now and again 
The boy then went inside his shell 
And that’s where he’s always been 

Mrs. Thompson was beside herself 
Lord if she had only known 
She wouldn’t have put Timmy down 
While she sat highly upon her throne 

Today was Mrs. Thompson birthday 
And the children brought presents in 
All wrapped and sealed at the store 
“Now where shall I begin?” 

She opened every present 
And thanked each child in return 
But when she saw a wrinkled bag
Her eyes just watered and burned 

Inside the bag was a half empty bottle 
Of perfume Timmy had saved of his mom’s
She sprayed some upon her and smiled 
For what little Timmy had done 

When recess rolled around at last 
And the other children ran out to play 
Timmy spoke to Mrs. Thompson 
“You smelled just like my mommy today” 
 


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Daddy's Day

Its daddy’s day 
I went to work
At my fathers every turn
Hanging on to every word

Until I saw the birdie
It was huge 
Coming ever closer
Sneaking up on me

I turned to see 
But it was gone
My daddy told me
It was time to go

We ran down the steps 
I was on his shoulders
It was a bumpy ride
Everyone was running around me

I asked why?
He said it was the birdie
I turned around but I couldn’t see
But there were to many people around me
  
We were heading to the bottom
Everyone was following me 
They pushed and shoved
Until I fell from my daddy’s arms 

I called and called “Daddy”
Everyone stepped on me still
I sat on the ground and cried out
Still my daddy didn’t come 

Then the birdie came
He crashed into my daddy’s office
And sent the floor crashing down
On to me and everyone else still inside

I woke up in a place of beauty
And found the angels looking at me
They told me of everything
There was to know

I was in gods grace now 
And he loved me 
They tell me it won’t be long
Til daddy comes to get me


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Shooting Blanks

Just
In time corpse shine twilight sun  had tainted my inner vision
Twisted
Shooting blanks at the rooster just supose another number feeling somber
Doesn't any wonder?
Torpedo
Torn,
The inclusion within vile pathetic outrage
Shooting blanks as busy as Tyra Banks in bikini eating linguini
Torpedo, remember Frank Serpico?
Frantic in Autumn looking brightly colored orange 
In pivotal choices sense of remoseful inclusion
In dirty laundry vile smell who could tell
A window opens air will blow to breath in the steam,
Shouts of glory to untold story morning glory;
Shooting blanks getting lost in the shark tank
Dellusional
Insanity
Romantic interlude toward vanity
In tuned harmony to its hidden beasts menagerie
Shooting Blanks in the phone at the door

At the beach while Mrs. Polly eating a peach.


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The Moon Weeps

I see you, and yet your not there.
I here your voice that go’s unheard.
They say you don’t exist, but you so clear.
The moon weeps, and now I know.
For me you are there, but for other you are never.
With it I can see.
The moon weeps, but not for me.
It tears unseen, its cries unheard.
Tomorrow will come but not for me.


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Loss

‘Do not fear’, she told me
as I measured the value of carrying on
with a life with a gap, 
with a life on my own.

‘Your pain will diminish’, 
was a covenant she made
without a lie in her voice, 
but with an ephemeral attempt.

We balanced each other’s pain
for less than a year and a half.
Then a man tempted her away
and a plague sickened my heart.

I have thrust away her love
like she pushed away my being.
Now a chasm lies between us,
which I have dug despite my craving 
to cross to the other side, 
to throw my arms around her, 
to accept the other guy, 
their communion and their ardor.

I don’t seek to ruin
the security that she built,
but I wish that she could see
how alone for years I’ve felt. 

My pain never diminished,
but its intensity has augmented.
Now I mourn for not one loss,
but a second that I’ve created.


Details | Free verse | |

Jump Rope

Shannon,
I knew her in 
middle school
friends caught 
somewhere between
being children, pre-teen
adults.

We jumped with
a wooden handled rope 
across the stage
in Tom Sawyer.

1890's leather
and petticoats
galloping and swishing
against exposed 
pale thin knobbed
ankles.

Crossed stage right
to stage left,
cued when Tom and 
Becky kissed.
 
Growing shannon
learned to kiss dangerous
exciting men.

Coccaine and Vodka
replaced petticoats
and plays. I heard  
years later of the haunted
whispers of such a childs
fate.

Death stole her at the 
age of twenty after 
nightly slaps - screams
from one of her
immoral un-ingenues.

Shannon Stopped.
Stopped skipping, 
laughing, playing,
acting.

She hung herself from a 
rusty fire escape in a
little city alley with the 
same wooden handled 
jump rope at midnight
in march's icy rain.


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Contempo

In line formation with a quaint response formidable

Contempo
Chase the wind in cinder appeal apposed to action
The make believe pen on a blade of steel
Choices being made having great response played

Marked on its torn blotted page,

The call of the wild a little child
Looking after storm clouds bow
With a pillage to the plow in heightened drama
The band played on for your honor,

The scene again filled with bright colors in fashion.
The notion of them grasping & sharing,
What on Earth was she wearing?
Contempo

As a Warhol scene within its designer mean influx 

The thought of stone pillars erected in soaring heights with plight
A song bird soars in the night & then
A whisper of the loom in want or that of heat?
Contempo

A societal attribute in longing to appease
The rational lingering to please
One day soon all will have to bow the knee
In dire worthy honor to our maker

The thought of a caped crusader,
In champion we learn to reflect.
A notion of a song in sorted reflect
Upon silence toward a want to fulfill a given need

While the world outside longs to see you bleed
Yet by faith we are captivated by the smile
The hung feature of a lonesome child
Nestled in a cradle apart from the wild.


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To the little boy lost

To the little boy lost

To the little boy lost
Who longed for a home
Where dreams are encouraged
And spirits can soar
Instead you were given
A house that was cold
With cruelty and anger
And constant reminders 
How worthless you are

To the little boy lost
With words you were broken
As you faded from life
Your eyes dark and empty
Once full of light
Now searching the shadows
For places to hide
From a childhood that haunted
The rest of your life

To the little boy lost
My friend and my brother
Though younger than you
To this day, guilt and pain makes me wonder
Why time brought me through
But left you behind
Where you carried inside
The little boy lost
Who had nothing to lose
And no hope inside
When you ended your life

To the little boy lost
Who's part of my soul
Wherever you are
I hope you have found
What you never could find
Here in this life
A place to call home

Kevin D. Fix


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Tough Stuff

What a child goes through is hard to explain we've been through stress, anger, hurt, and
pain adults know what a child went through because you see there been through it too what
a child goes through is sometimes insane sometimes people offer us drugs like cocaine now
again on dark scary nights we hear sirens, gunshots, because of gang fights death takes
family and friends divorce takes them too oh if you only know what a child goes through


Details | Free verse | |

Sadness

The women stood in front of the table 
Her sad hands
Empty
Hallow
With nothing
she looked at her daughter
smiles and laughter
i wish her the best
nothing less
the sun shines on your golden hair
i love you, dear
Dont get hurt
promise me you wont
take my hand
one last time
forever more
say that you must
smile
dance
laugh
sing
just promise me you will dream
when i fade to grey
you are getting older 
you have a life
children of your own
you start to cry
clutch to my hand
ill never leave
im always here
Clinging...


Details | Couplet | |

VIRTUOUS LIFE OF MOTHER

Mom was a person of indisputable integrity...
teaching siblings the strict rules of equality.


A voice of tender words to remember her by...
a dazzling light invading my tenebrous sky.


Mother was more glittering and worthier than any gold...
with the purest faith and the wisdom of growing old.


I was very blessed to have had such a loving, nurturing mother...
her purity vanquished my vicissitude, and kept me from error.


She adored jewels, but she loved me more than them...
and she wore a long necklace of opulent elegance. 


I am very proud and glad to have inherited that spirit from the South... 
and reflecting on her virtuous life, it has given me strength and worth.


Details | Free verse | |

Heaven

Even though you're gone, you're still with me here. Forever I await you, silent in tears. Breathing is like bleeding the pain of my soul, finding my way back to the path is like finding the light and you're guiding me safely home. Damned to eternal battle, you had the will, but lost the fight. Goodbye is now forever, and not just for the night. If I reach Heaven will I find you there? My question lingers in the cold and hollow cemetery air. Frozen you lie at my feet, your stone glints in the forsaken moonlight, petrified by the sorrow that consumes me, I cannot find the strength to leave. Give me an answer so that I will be satisfied... You lie so silent, and so the memories I have left of you slowly rewind in my grieving mind. If I reach Heaven will I find you there?


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Hatred

Hatred flows through my veins
I try to just hide the pain
You changed my way of life
I feel like I've been stabbed with a knife
I wish you could just go your separate way
You played my heart like it was clay
You don't seem to care
The pain I feel everywhere


You ask for forgiveness
You ask for another chance

You ask if we can be friends
Let this all be clensed
How could this have come to be
Everything between you and me
Its come to an end
Nothing could ever mend

What you did the other day
When all you had to do was say
I'm sorry Jarrod but its over
She doesn't realize, she was my controller :/

P.S. I'm sorry guys I'm going through rough times as these poems have said and I've been having family problems, from today on expect one poem a day and maybe 2 if I miss a day.


Details | Free verse | |

Knock It Down

down down down, knock it down to the basement 
blowing stuff up for a book never made sense 
the books were made, we've been screwed since
religion should be talked about in past tense
hence, the age of ignorance is over 
ill put the burdens of the weak on my shoulders
its a heavy weight to carry 
but death is a women i would gladly marry 
if it means i could stop the torment and destruction 
of our youth, they don't deserve to be corrupted
the mind is pure, void of superstition 
don't transmit unto your loved one your condition 
let them grow up, and make their own decision 
because i know if you did they would never choose the same path 
they would figure out the simple math  
they would never be so arrogant
to believe this world was heaven sent 
and was made with them in mind
they would reject any mention of a being divine 
only wealth and religion can cause a man to be so vain 
eternity, what is there to gain 
is this life and this world not enough for you 
you need another, and another, and another too
it is sad to see you wasting the only life you have 
don't let your children fall victim to the same fad


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Dancing Winter

A barren land

Is transformed formed into

A winter paradise

A white blank of snow

Covers everything that the eyes can see

The tumbling cooling breeze of winter

Bring peace to this once barren land

The bears sleep for the winter

The flowers await the warmth of spring

The kids come out and play

All day as they may

Their imaginations running while

A snowball fight is the best war

A snow angel to decorate the landscape

A majestical snowman becomes the main attraction

A child’s laugh is the best medicine

For a cold and stern heart

Rejoice in this paradise

It’s winter

The dawn of a new beginning





Find more of my writings and poems at jorgesouthkorea.com


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I Can Breath Know

I wake up in the night.
I hear the door slam.
I rush out of my room oh it’s the same again
my dad usually goes out for fresh air.
My dad say’s he can’t sleep at night but everyday
that seems strange.
It’s twelve o clock as I suddenly wake up by the 
noise so loud it frightens me.
The noise doesn’t stop it get’s louder.
So I go downstairs and I peep through the window.
It’s my dad holding an axe and hitting the wall.
He is sweating all over but continues to hit the wall.
The wall then cracks like tears falling from a child’s
eye.
The wall slowly crumbles and falls down.
My dad laughs so loud you can hear it.
He drops the axe as I quickly rush upstairs.
I wake up the next morning oh what a wonderful morning I can
breath know.


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Your Heart No More, For The Dolls Have Devoured Your Soul

Sami LaRose
12/12/12
Your Heart No More, For The Dolls Have Devoured Your Soul

Your heart is like a fragment
broken into your soul.
There are no windows to escape, this big black dark hole
You slip down under
going further and further
All the happy parts of your 
life fade to black, and there is no more sun around you.
You lay there broken,
like a child’s porcelain doll on the floor.
Untouchable and intangible
The dolls hair is unkempt, and it’s
eyes are falling out.
Bits and pieces of it are broken and shattered upon the floor
You look at it and pick it up;
“I know how that feels”
You say to yourself;
Suddenly reality takes you back into its place,
and there you are on the floor,
lifeless and limb;
your heart no more.


Details | Free verse | |

Yes Ma'am "Yesterday"

I didn’t sleep last night; Ma’am was in a very nice mood Yesterday
   That scares  me : would punishment be twice as bad today 
Millie was the only one  all she got was a “unheard” verbal warning
I’ve lived here 10 months  next week, I’ve never seen such a  Monday
I awoke very early yesterday  ,I wanted to talk to “DAD” before work
As Dad and I were talking : Ma’am in sheer silk pajama’s , my eyes decline
Good Morning “Mom” (we could say “ Mom” when DAD was there)
I’ll be going upstairs  Ma’om  I hope that sounded  like MOM : “Please”
Oh, Harry ; you don’t have to go upstairs : Talk with your  Father “Eggs Anyone”??
My Heart is beating quickly , Something is wrong, Ma’am being nice????
In front of a child, in front of his “DAD” six Years old and I could feel Death 
As The Station Wagon backed to the end of the driveway “ See you on the weekend”
"GOODBYE DAD"  as I turned the sunlight shinning On Ma’am's transparent form
Harry go upstairs and wake everyone up It’s family Breakfast day  ( NEVER BEFORE)
If only We could have  seen the future Would any of us got out of bed  “TUESDAY “??


TODAY life starts again 
 Evil was thwarted
What will Tomorrow BRING? 
Maybe the family from the dreams of my YOUTH
That FAMILY is YOU : “POETRYSOUP”


Details | Rhyme | |

Death By Words

I am me but it isn't enough.
 The kids at school don't like me too much.
 My family's poor; I can't afford nice clothes.
 All of my socks have holes in the toes.
 I have 2 pairs of jeans I wear every other day.
 I try keeping them new but they won't stay that way.
 I like different music but they think it's whack.
 Being Black, I should only listen to R&B and rap.
 I'm very good at school because I'm very smart
 But they try to hurt my feelings by calilng me a retard.
 They say that I am stupid and they also call me dumb.
 They say that I will never amount to be anyone.
 They push me in the hallway trying to pick a fight.
 Sad and depressed, I push through with all of my might.
 The girls talk about me on Facebook and the guys find it funny.
 They talk about my appearance and how I am so very ugly.
 I hold my head up at school but at home I always cry.
 They talk about me daily and I really don't know why. 
I'm too black, too tall, too smart, too poor...
 All I want to do is disappear through the floor.
 They don't know I'm funny, nice, kind, and sweet.
 They'd prefer to talk badly about me to everyone they meet.
 Am I too scared to face them and say what's on my mind?
 Or maybe I'm not mean enough because I am too kind...
 I try to listen to my teachers who advise me to walk away
 But my bullies follow me to torment me every single day.
 My grades start dropping because I can no longer focus.
 I get in trouble at home because education is a must.
 All I want to do is go to school without getting picked on.
 All of this external negativity is making me withdrawn.
 I used to be so happy and now, I don't know what that is.
 I have no idea how much more I can take of this.
 I hate how I've given them the power on how to make me feel.
 They've caused scars so deep that I wonder if I will ever heal.
 Why did God make me so different? Why am I so disliked?
 I just want to be pretty and cool so that I can be liked. 
I'm tired. Tired of hurting. Tired of being scared. Tired of crying.
 I feel small pieces of me slowly and constantly dying.
 No one to talk to because no one understands.
 Now I am no more and it's caused by my own hands.
 The kids at school didn't like me too much.
 I tried to be me but it wasn't enough.


Details | Triolet | |

Blue Eyed Devil

What once was two created one He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil" White to Black he never came back He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil" One lost soul and Two Broken hearts He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil" A Mother and Daughter, she's without a Father He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil" Her mother tried but always cried He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil" The Daughter was Strong, but it Always felt Wrong He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil" Her eye's turned Green, so very Keen but She'll Always be his Blue Eyed Devil


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Etched on my Heart

Etched on my Heart I carved your name on the track today, Lilianna is now etched there forever. Each letter is already on my heart, Nothing will ease its weight. On the other side, I stand at your grave, There your name is carved in stone. A mother should never bury her child. But since I’ll never forget, you are still here.


Details | Free verse | |

My Mommy

Soft and round with smiling eyes
Baking candies, cookies, cakes and pies.

No better chef could ever be
Than my dearest sweet mommy.

Mrs. Claus could not compete
With my dearest sweet mommy.

She could even charm the birds.
I saw her myself, you can take my word.

And when I fell and bumped my knee,
She was there to comfort me.

When I was sick and felt so bad,
She found ways to make me glad.

When I was bad she gave me a whop
And told me why I had to stop.

Everyday she taught to me
The things she knew that I would need.

Now I am grown and she is gone.
I’ve missed her so much for so very long.

In my memories now I see her face,
Her smiling eyes and gentle grace.

I can see her still charming the birds
Or angles perhaps with her comforting words.


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Forwards

Man is not an island
Man is a drop of rain
We must land where we fall
We have no choice, no say
You cannot stop it
You cannot choose
Until you find your place
Until you find your path

Man is not an island
Man is a river
Swept along through a world of questions
Swept along to the final answer
You can only carve your path
You can only feel your way
We cannot slow
We cannot cease

Man is not an island
Man is the sea
I am surrounded, and lost
I cannot touch, but I can see
We can feel, we can know
We are changing, we are growing
You must learn
You must search

Man is not an island
Man is a wave
You are trapped in your course
You have set your path
Never moving backwards
Never looking forwards
Changing what you touch
Changing what you see
Changing
             Changing
                          Changing

Man is not an island
Man is a drop of rain
We have done what we can
We have made our choices
I cannot turn back
I cannot stop
You are ending
You are falling
Falling
         Falling
                  Falling


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A Chorus

When at the moon-lit cold nights 
Came out we all the girls an boys, 
To be amused with hide and seek, 
The long low wailing howls of dogs, 
And heinous shrills of the little owls, 
Cast fear, I became horrid recoiled, 
Threw each of us a handful of dust, 
To the direction of ominous harbingers, 
To impede an instant invading calamity. 

Often then in the foggy morn we found, 
A robbed body in the thick shrubs, 
With perforated chest, broken bones, 
Lacerated belly, or stabbed heart, 
For a few pennies, or a ring of gold. 
Some fierce animals in the human form, 
Disturbed peaceful silence of the village, 
As flings someone a big boulder, 
From the height, down into the deep water, 
And the waves raise commotion around. 

The bold moved indignant, the timid horrified, 
The women young and old circumscribed, 
The widow with broken bangles dishevelled hair, 
And moved around her, striking hands, 
On the scared faces with force full, 
The head clouts binding around the waists, 
With loose lurking ends swaying behind, 
Circled they bending with rhythmic beats, 
Protested against the deed producing voices, 
The clamorous cries of lamenting chorus, 
Spread horror in the pastoral spheres, 
Making death for the alive too frightful.


Details | Rhyme | |

Three Wooden Crosses

beneath this iron maiden
lies three wooden crosses

such tragedy comes to those
with their life losses

fourteen fifteen and sixteen
even in the backseat a beauty queen

mother told them not to go
father told them to take it slow

waving goodbye off they went
riding on tires with a wheel thats bent

out comes the beer and the weed
being such fools tossing around the seeds

ran a stop sign just up the road
got smashed by a trucker hauling a load

spun the car into a lamp post
now three bodies linger around as ghost

but the beauty queen did survive
by wearing her seatbelt and thanks god shes alive



Please Talk To Your Kids
Drinking And Driving Dont' Mix
And Alway's Remember That Seatbelt


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clock on the wall

The clock still ticks on the living room wall
It’s dark feelings I recall
Death somehow changed it all 
I no longer feel it is my fault 
I learn to let go of pain and grief
Stop asking why this happen to me 
I never will really understand
How evil resides in a god fearing man 
Fate has led me down many a road
Something pushing and pulling me along
But I believe after all these years
That the scars will remain inside me sealed 
A stamp on my soul for which I know
God himself sheds some tears  
 I am not as forgiving as he  
For many demons had hunted me 
I somehow feel there is  someone else 
I can help as I have myself.


Details | Free verse | |

Vain

Broken skulls loose from its inner well of bondage

Carriage bells in its timely cottage,
Chased after the wind loose limbs
A puzzled look on the face of the man
Enter through the narrow gate time to live by faith,

Careless whisper on a sullen frown that's filled with poison
Cherished the lips with a smile torn in denial
Puzzled features midnight movie theatre;
To run in a race one must be disciplined within to win

To withstand the pain in a baracade innocent man
Virtual denial still we will know all the while
A crazed rat as in a village stripped in absurd fashion
The notion of a new season & down thin on rations

Through blinded eyes in bondage to the sin
Lest to where I need to once again begin again
Fragrance from within features by wisdom in its bargain
Shattered fragmentation of intense glue as in its imagination

Silenced by the papal pew in borrowed expectation
We draw lines in the sand & stand
Hopeful that someday all will understand
The skin on the face replaced by supernatural denial

A wild child
Vain!


Details | Choka | |

Her Gentle Peace (choka)

Orange stained cheeks, she seeks.
Peace in heart, pain to depart,
Darkness near, not from the night,
Then taking first bite,
Gracefully falling asleep,
Her gentle peace, she will keep.




Vincent Van Gogh’s “Child with orange”


Details | Ballad | |

Solemn Son

Where's my mommy? Where'd daddy go?
Older sister says she's nobody's daughter.
Loveless lament as I realize I never had parents.
In our lives, no arch angels or saving souls were sent.
I hold my sister as in pretense she tells us no harm was ever meant.
But sociopath mother and murderer father must be held responsible.
Forever gone in a loveless void, their sins are irreconcilable!
As the strangers take us away from the past I look towards the shining sun.
And I yearn to forget my mother's blood and my father's smile as he guiltlessly grasped
his gun.
They've destroyed themselves and left behind a distraught daughter and solemn son.


Details | Quatrain | |

A BUTTERFLY SHOULD NEVER DIE

      A BUTTERFLY SHOULD NEVER DIE

I am without anything now that I’m not with you
And Lord knows I miss the taste of your smile
I miss a perfectly designed dream come true
Because you made mounting a mountain seem a mild mile

You gave me butterflies and lightning bugs as a gracious gift
Because of you the morning wasn’t agony anymore
It didn’t matter if I worked in the day or the midnight shift
When I returned you would be there with a smile at our door

Ain’t nobody’s business how deeply we loved one another
But they could tell in our eyes and the way we held hands
Ain’t nobody’s business how I loved you, not even my brother
While I kissed you under the elm tree in the peaceful place it now stands

When you used to approach me it would make my heart race
Now that I’m without you I want to know exactly why
And it’s difficult when I need to forget your emphatic embrace
So now you know from whence comes my woeful wish to die
          © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~



Details | Rhyme | |

Mami

Mother,without you my life will never be the same,
I will never hear you call out my name.
Now that your gone,I can't bear hearing our song.
I know you don't want me to feel pain,but without you
my life is lame.
I've never needed you so much,how I wish to feel your
touch.
My world is nothing without you,
my sky's are dark,dark blue.
The sun will rise again when
i'm buried next to you.
I walk around hoping to die,
so I can hurry and be by your side.
Untill then all I'll do is cry.
All I want is to hold you again,
only then will my heart mend.
God chose you and I know why,
He needed a true angel by his side.
Without you I can't overcome my fears,
who's gonna be the one to hug me and 
wipe my tears.
No one will love me like you did,
you showed me endless love when I was a kid.
I'm having so much trouble letting you go,
since you've past,my tears have cotinued to flow.
I've become hollow inside,cuz when you died...
SO DID I.


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Schoolboy Dreams

Matthew had a secret he could never tell

Yes Matthew had a secret, he hid it very well

His heart was dark and his mind was filled with burning clay

All the other children’s parents said with Matthew do not play

His first victim was a pretty girl named Mary Sue

He took her out beyond the barn, promising a very special view

He hit her once, twice, she fell and began to bleed, a very awful sight

Matthew knew that his power, rage and anger would be his might

He buried her after tasting her blood, a flavour unlike any other

The next day coming home from school, he did the same thing to her brother

He buried him deep beside his sister, still in her blouse and skirt

Who’ll be next, Matthew thought, brushing his hands clean of the dirt





His heart was hurt by the one named Jill, who never knew his name

But he was sure once he got her home, she’d be glad she came

His hunger grew and the bodies collected as he played his twisted game

She came over one afternoon, his goal accomplished; now she’d never forget 
his name

Out to the barn the two of them walked in the pale midday sun

Jill, he said, I have something to show you, I hope you find it fun

He pulled open the doors and watched as her face contorted with the shock of 
the horrible scene

I did it all for you, he explained, to most of them I wasn’t even mean

Suddenly, the morning alarm sounded, waking young Matthew from his tortured 
sleep

Now today, he whispered, let’s see if Jill thinks I’m still a creep


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Efil

Born so old, so fragile, so wise
Born alone into the world
You miss your wife
She passed without pain
I'm sorry old man, that you left her so lonely
Shuffle through the corridors
She used to sit there and knit
Forget it she's gone
Cry at both of your pains
Throw that cane away old man, your arthritus is gone
Get back to your house
Your children are coming
They're all grown up now
Tell the wife to bring some drinks
You're young old man, but you're over the hill
Go sit in your office
Pushing papers for the man
Your teenagers are reckless
So don't be home late
Keep it together old man, they're just at the age
Slept in again today
You shouldn't be late
With a mortgage to pay,
A wife and a baby
It's okay old man, they aren't babies for long
Come home from the bar
To your bachelor suite
A little cologne sprayed
Maybe you'll get lucky
Take her home old man, she's had a little too much
You stole the car
Not old enough to drive
Try to be everything
But you can't be a hero
You're not a kid old man, but your voice is still cracking
Wait it out now
They're only bullies
Don't tell the teacher
They'll take your lunch money again
Walk it off old man, you're just not big enough
You can cry all you want
It won't make her come
She turned off the moniter
She couldn't stand you anymore
Take it easy old man, you can't even change yourself
You shouldn't move around so much
It makes her so queasy
Just a few more months
And you'll meet the world
Enjoy the womb old man, life only gets harder


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Agony

You took me home, I drink to much because of you my livers turn to dust
You got me high my lungs have quit for the last time.
And because of you my obsession grows more and more with each passing day.
I do it more to feel the high but it just won’t come back to me. 
I tried to walk but it’s so hard I just end up on my back staring into the sky.
You came to me to help me back onto to my feet.
And helped walk me back to the car even with my resistance you took me home.
I’m sick of the things you have said and done while leaving me high and dry.
I’m so messed up from what you've said and I’m on the brink of dieing out, of 
this place you call my home.
I’ve tried to make since of all the things you have said to me, But it is impossible 
to stay on track. Some people shouldn’t be alive. That’s how I feel.
Like I’m not needed in this life, even though it might hold something I should 
uncover,
I’ve never searched these things in mind that should be found, but yet apparently
unattainable to keep track, it’s almost impossible to grab a hold of the thing that 
are most vital to your life. 
When you are in a life where all you do is getting smashed and seared. And you 
try and try to help me up, but you took one move… You took the one wrong move...
You took me home. Because of you my life now sucks!
And it’s now whirling out of my control 
I feel I’m fading from this place that you have brought me to 
So take my away from here I need not to see your face in front of mine 
So get away... away from me!
Why is it when you call my name, I’m put in a state of misery
I’m am so perplexed, can’t see straight
I’ve tried to go and find my-self it's just so frustrating
I can’t take the fact that you entered my life at an age that I do not know
And I try to ask my-self what can I do to help me out of this awful state
Of misery.
Than you made an effort to help me up, but then I see a whole new being and it’s 
not you but somewhat else… I see… I see My-self!?!
I think I helped my soul from this death I think that I have come to my sixth 
senses and have turned my life around.
But you still make that one last go to start this all another time
You took me home with this agony
And I ask you one last time why did you make my life this living hell!?!


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Succumb to Illness

All those days spent in pain.

Memories washed away by the rain.

To have misplaced a forgotten loved one.

Falling into the depths of illness.

Now, I realize what it is like to succumb.

Where did those days of greatness go?

 

What have I become?

A monster with great power?

Maybe, I have succumb to illness.

My heart begins to beat.

Fast

Faster

Even Faster

As I hear the sirens buzzing in my ears.

 

In my mind...

I feel empty and dark.

In my mind...

I'm dying inside.

In my mind...

Voices are screaming words of terror.

 

I have lost.

The battle of life and death has been done.

It's what I hate most.

I have lost.

 

As I tell myself that it'll all be over soon...

I hear my mother saying "Sweetie wake up."

Stunned to death I awake.

Frantically, searching through my mind.

I find that I will never succumb to illness.


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Silence

After millions of seconds,
every second seeming,
much longer than the other.
All we wanted was good news, 
all we wanted was you...

 A night with little excitement 
only listening to the music, 
and watching stars make lame jokes,
 my sister and I heard a ring,
only faint cause the phone was outside.

Praying that everything was all right
we only wanted you safe,
we hear a sob from my mom.
As the moment my life fell apart
the good news never came.
 
You ran,
you jumped,
you swam, 
you quit.
Why?
I don't understand.

We still haven't stopped asking questions,
Why you? Why us? Why then?
Those questions will never be answered.
It's been almost five years
Why?!

When you left you took a part of us with you,
My mom says hello, 
Can you say hello to Ashley for me? 
I hope you take her camping, and watch the stars at in the sky.
I hope everything's alright.

I know your dad came to join you,
Does it make you happy when people join you,
maybe that's what was going through my sisters mind,
maybe we all miss you more than you'd expect

Ever since you've been gone,
there has been a silence,
never questioned cause we don't want to face the truth
I wonder if you had more time if you wouldn't have done it,
do you regret it, or do you like the silence in the clouds.

We will never understand why you ran.
Life hasn't been the same since,
it's gone done hill from there,
you will always be in my thoughts.


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My Dear Friend You Are Not Forgotten

my
dear friend
today I
received letter
from your mom and dad
stated that killed while serving
seems like only yesterday
were cruising on our 4 wheelers
I shall honor thy name displaying
flag and medal of valor on mantel






Tribute To Dear Friends
And To Our Troops


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Box of Hope

Baseball cards
a rubber band,
an 1894 Indian head penny

the aroma of cheap tobacco
filled the bottom of an old cigar box
my box of dreams where no one else could go

when I was grown the box became a distant memory,
I had forgotten the magic of dreams-cynical adulthood

in Hollywood I was sure that I was home

only to find a pink slip and a plane ticket 

my depression black as a moonless night

I lived inside this tube of insanity
where nothing made sense 
I felt like dying

snorting cocaine 
to take away the pain-growing thin

I lost control of my life once again
gazing through teary eyes I saw it...

my box of dreams

when I opened it I found a time capsule

baseball cards
a rubber band
and that 1894 Indian head penny

the box still wafting old tobacco
from 30 years past filled my nostrils

my life was not full of hope anymore
just the agony of knowing

how I wished that I could start over
one more feeble attempt at life

eventually I fell asleep
I had a dream that it was all a terrible mistake 
my war wounds
drug addiction all passed away
in my unconscious mind…

when I awoke

I felt a moment of Peace…
of hope

Dedicated to Rhoda Galgiani


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Story of a Child

A little girl walked to school one day to find her friends already playing. She stood 
wordlessly, and watch them pass a ball about. They ran and frolicked, and 
jumped with glee. With out even a word passed her way. As silently as she came 
she turned and left. 
In the school she went down turning halls, and up twisting stairs. To the highest 
point she could find. Here she sat near a window facing her friends down below. 
She removed a book from her bag. Its cover was black, and lacked a title. She 
opened it, its pages were blank, and began to write a story. 
Many years came, and passed, her friends had all gone on to different schools. 
Some stayed in contact with one another, but as they grew so did the distance 
between them. The friendship that had meant so much years ago, had all but 
vanished, But the little girl always remained.
One day a teacher approached the little girl, and asked her why she wasn’t 
playing outside with her friends. The little girl dropped her pencil, and looked up 
at the teacher with a smile. 
The unity between friends will never last, but in my story it can last forever. 
The little girl picked her pencil up, and began to write once more. The teacher 
walked off still astonished to hear such words from a child. She was almost out 
the room when she turned, and faced the little girl. 
Your right friendship doesn’t last, but it will also never die. For every persons life 
you touch a part of them you take as they take a part of you. New friends will 
come, old ones will leave, but that part will always be yours. Yours to keep, it 
helps unite us, it helps make us one. 
The little girl closed her book, and then she vanished. The teacher walked closer 
to the desk, but found only dust. The book still laid atop the desk. The teacher 
picked it up, and began to read its story. She cried while reading, she cried at the 
end. The story of a child who’s life had come to an end. 


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The Ballad of the Winter Fallen

It was the cold and dark of winter
I was outside playing alone
My fingers were chilled like cinders
I ventured far from home

I turned around and it was white
I couldn't see at all
So I closed my eyes real tight
Then I began to fall...

I fell into a slumber
Awaken by bright lights
I heard the sound of water
I felt I slept all night

I saw a beautiful girl
With a voice as enchanting as gold
Her clothes white as pearl
She wasn't that old

I took her sweet soft hand
We walked to a grave
The grave's in white sand
My soul she couldn't save

Lights of green and blue
I was suddenly in a room
Kids in white dresses too!
Could it be my doom?

Taken to water so clear
I could hear my dad calling
His voice full of fear
The sound so loud appalling

I fell into the pond
Appeared in front of the door
This is the truth my bond
My dream existed before


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The Day The Angels Came

I see her image sitting over there, all alone
Streaming tears running down her cheeks, on her face
Her soft little whimpering voice, a babies tone
I remember when she said c'mon daddy, let's have a race
It was her first time that she played, in the yard outside
I still recall her great big smile, on her tiny face
And the tears that ran down her cheek, when she cried
Because she tore her brand new dress, with the pink lace

She always was my little Angel, my only child
But I still cry when I remember, how mommy died giving birth
But those pains somehow went away, when my baby smiled
Oh how it was so cute that day, she caught a fish
It was only three inches long, but to her it was just something sticky
And how she loved taking flowers, to her Mommy's grave
She always made me smile and laugh, when she said daddy
Mommy's stone needs some paint, that it's old and gray

Oh! I still recall that dark sad day, when the Angels came
And how they took my baby girl, along home with them
Oh how the stars did shine that night, up in the sky
And how the day was dark, when we buried her
Now all I have are memories, of her smiling face
In the photograph hanging on the wall, and beside my bed
Oh how my tears did fall that day, the Angels came
And when they took my baby girl, home with them

My heart did break that dreadful day, by a truck
As she ran out to get her ball, into the street
And when I picked her up she hugged my neck, where she was struck
I held her so tight to me, rapped in a sheet
She said daddy it'll be o.k., as I wiped blood from her feet
She said mommy says we'll be waiting, with God in heaven
I'll never forget how my heart was broke, there in the street
That day I lost my pride and joy, to some drunken men

Oh! I still recall that dark sad day, when the Angels came
And how they took my baby girl, along home with them
Oh how the stars did shine that night, up in the sky
And how the day was dark, when we buried her
Now all I have are memories, of her smiling face
In the photograph hanging on the wall, and beside my bed
Oh how my tears did fall that day, the Angels came
And when they took my baby girl, home with them

Oh! I still recall that dark sad day, when the Angels came
And how they took my baby girl, along home with them
Oh how my tears did fall that day, the Angels came
And when they took my baby girl, home with them

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This Is a sad song, Not a true story


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Why

Why?

Terrified of all things I sank
Drifted coldly to the floor
Tears streaming from vacant eyes
He had done it again to me

Today the same as yesterday
Was there no let up, was I wrong
This was me and I had failed again
Yet just a thought hovered there

It was me I cried out to the wall
There hanging as if dead, a photo
A man hanging on a cross
Why did you do that I cried

Did you also give up on me
That you had to make a scene
I heard the lock turn again
I felt those creepy things

I screamed my hair was pulled
Foul words struck my ears
Whore, dirty *****, get out here
The same each day will it ever end

There a grossly grubby sight
A stinking beer ridden wreck
If only I could think for myself
Is there no way out of this torment

No screamed back at my night
No screamed as I dropped to my knees
Why me, Oh why me? I rasped.
“Because you are your mother’s child”

The silence screamed but in echoes.
There before me was me all broken
As I drifted away I felt no anger
Only a peace descended on my ways.


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Who Do I Blame?

Love the way you live
Explanation for why I hurt with so much pain
I cant explain
Who do I blame
Do I blame a mother that couldn't wake up some days
Who only seen her own pain
Do I blame a father who walked out as if shamed
Do I blame a God with a bigger picture that I yet could not conceive
What do I believe
Do I blame myself 
Did I do something wrong in a past life that is the cause for all this wrong
Is this the normal life of a poor little biracial girl
They say the eyes are the window to a person's soul
So what do they read when the windows are covered by rain
How can you see the world how its meant to be seen
When all you've ever seen was pain
How can I explain
How can I tell you that everything is fine
When I myself believe it to be other wise
Dont look to me for inspiration 
When I have no hope in the human race
I see war 
Not only in the world
But from within myself
How can I tell you to smile
When I myself have ran out
How can I tell you not to cry
When I cry myself to sleep at night
How can I say things will get better 
When I've seen worse
How can I convince you that life is worth living 
When everyone around me is dying
How can I tell you don't hate a rapist 
When I myself have been raped
How can I tell you to forgive a murderer 
When I've had a love murdered
How can I tell you to not judge a drug addict
When I myself have contributed to my own peoples happit
How can I honestly say to move on with you're life
When for years I've held on for dear life
How can I stand in front of God
And explain why I've lived the way I've lived
How can I not judge him
When he's set back and watched my suffering
Who do I blame
Me or Him?











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Heart

Struggles come amidst a sea of vibrant brutality

Amidst a flame lest I refrain a simple pedigree
The struggle within brings apart desertion
In quaint appease brought social proclamation
A true heart that's rich in the soul filled up with love

The sounds of heaven shortened fragmentation from above

In taunt to fear lining close through a variation in a dream
A pulled back swing through a love once enjoyed
How we passed the time in bridal tyes
Those weary eyes in fragrant appease

Heart controlled by emotional fervor
Heart combated by a deliberate answer
Heart amancipated with a delicate smile
Heart as a treasure that's nursed all the great while
Heart full asunder in delicate abode
Heart all adoring in its incredible load

One can negate the possibility of a life built on nothing less
The key to life is a heart saturated with truth thus in order to withstand the truest test
The less that you give your a taker;
Through life's tests in loom we will forever seal our vested tomb
In fragrant scent of appeal
The one to steal your joy & succeed
In mutual compromise throughout it's sore vex array of fragmentation
In delicate atmosphere through silence & warm pleasure
Heart to relinquish all the fiery darts of the wicked one

Heart soaring ever further into the sunset of my love
Heart in loose caged fervor yet tempered to its abode
Heart in saturated moments of timeless cue
Heart in anticipation cause it really doesn't know what to do ?


Details | Elegy | |

Ricky

His name is Ricky
He's gone for good
He was so beautiful
No one understood!
She went to work
And when she came back
He was laying there lifeless
He had suffered a smack
She cried and cried
Her little Ricky was gone
She could not help him
The damage was done!


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Merry Christmas, Dad

Merry Christmas, Dad
     by Amy Swanson   


Dad,

    I always think of you
           every day...
              but holidays like this

can make it a little harder.

I hear the Christmas songs of cheer
     see the lights up in the square
           the busy murmurs of people
               shopping for their loved ones...

It seems almost perfect.

The tree, the lights,
      the gifts,
          the songs and plays
              joyful vacation days;

but something's missing.

The voice that rang throughout the house
      Christmas season
            singing triumphantly, beautifullly
                  "O Holy Night"

I still can't listen to that song
    without hearing
         your strong voice
               in my ears.

The hands that wiped my tears,
     wrapped my Christmas presents
           made his special "banana pudding recipe"
                left me letters from Santa.

Oh dad... how I miss you.

I know they say time heals
      and life goes on
          and all those other wonderful cliches
                 that people always tell you

simply because they don't know what else to say.


I will never forget you - my hero, my protector.

I speak of you often
    to my own little girl
         want her to know
              the grandpa she can't meet yet...

the grandpa who would love her so.

Dad, you are always in our hearts and minds,
     I never got to say thank you...
         for everything.
              for helping me to be

the woman I am today.

I look at my reflection in the mirror - I can also see you.
   I sing my songs - and I can also hear you.
       I laugh... and sometimes I can hear your laughter too.
           My daughter smiles at me... and you are in her smile.

I wish that you could know how much
     you've always meant to me
         and all the things that you have done
              to shape my life, so positively...

But all that I can say,
        is this:

Merry Christmas, Dad.

I love you.


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Beauty Raped Within

It must be hard
To be soooo  beautiful...
That all everyone sees 
Is your outside
They want to touch
And rape
The physical beauty of who you are
They do not want to see
The inside
The beauty within...
The shy quiet strength
The strong sudden passions
The small child
Who cries out in the night or day
And no one hears her
The innocence lost...
At the hands of the one
Who claimed to have loved her
That same child
Tries to rise above
And conquer the DEMONS within...
She wants to be strong
But the heart inside of her
Is only a child
It is weak
And it only wants to be protected
Mother, where are you?
Father, why can't you love me?
And let me, be me
Why must you steal my childhood?
Why must you make me be
The living DEAD
A murdered tortured soul
Forced to walk around
Inside of a DEAD body


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Dad

                           

You left us as the snow fell one cold December day
Six years ago soon it will be 
Every Christmas since is not the same
But God called you away that day

I wish we had talked more when you were alive
Stories of who you were as a child
But you did not have a good childhood 
And it caused you pain to remember

As a dad you worried to extreme I thought
Even about things you couldn’t change
I realize why after all these years
You were afraid of death and loss

You lost your father when you were a young teen
And this changed your world forever
Being the oldest your family depended on you
So childhood passed you by

I understand so much more now Dad
Your sacrifices you made in your life
I never thanked you for all you did
So I hope you can read this from heaven

In closing Dad I just want to say
I love you and miss you every day
Every time I watch a beautiful sunset
I think of you and say thank-you


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The Puppy And A Rose

I Drew A Puppy and A Rose
Then I Sat Back… and I Cried
It bought back such Memories
‘afore my Grandma Died…

A Golden Puppy and Red Rose…
and Me, in Grandma’s Garden
a-Playing and a-Growing
and all the Ruckus, She’d Pardon

Sometimes, She’d take me by the Hand
And We’d Walk between the Rows
… of  Onions and Potatoes, Greenbeans
Blackeye-Peas and Tomatoes

She had a Pecan and a Peach Tree
And I had a Slide, and See-Saw – Swing
And I’d hold that Puppy in my Lap
And the Sunshine gave me Wings !...

Then, I’d make some Mud-Pies
And tried to brush the Puppy’s Teeth
But, Instead of getting Spanked
The Folks just Laughed at Me…

And, Oh, the Flowers in the Front Yard
And on the Porch – all the Pretty Roses
We’d Poke our Faces, Real Close
To get the Perfume in our Noses…

God… I Loved that Puppy
And Lord… I Love my Grandma
… and I Love You and Your Son
… for  Memories and Teardrops, at What I Draw…


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AN IMPROBABLE, DISTANT IMAGE

Reaching my golden age 
was an improbable, distant image...
rarely thought of, or even visualized by me,
I still cherish the fancy-free boy that was me!


My careful footsteps have become slower,
and my skin is losing its gleaming, brilliant look;
I stand before my photographs displayed underneath
the hand-painted coat of arms with a disillusioned, displeasing glare!   


Could that handsome young man be me?
His skin is so smooth and his teeth dazzling white,
lots of strands with curly hair reflecting a resplendent light...
he's smiling staring at his friend, who's kissing a girl called, "Mimi."  


And unstoppable, bitter tears relentlessly flow; why haven't
childhood and youth waited another year, or even another longest day,
to let me breath with more easiness, seeing myself once again a virile lad...
how horrible and scary is to face the merciless phantom, who will take me away!


But this faith is too strong, and I can defeat any evil force;
and although I seem unable to fight as I did when strength was mine,
an angel will escort me to the gate, which will open to greet this faithful one...
not regretting anymore that improbable, distant image retreating and fading as reality itself!
   

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Pancakes on a Sunday Morning

He kicked the chair beneath his feet
  Freeing himself
Forever in motion
  Forever elevated
Forever caught in time
  My brave solider
How sweet are your cries
              Sweet as the cinnamon 
On pancakes you told me to try
  the first time we met.
The mixtures still fresh 
  yet the milks sour    cow’s got his tongue out 
your dead laughter fills the walls
   the rope tightens.
So his glassy stare turns to stone
  A smile whipped and cracked upon his face.

You’ve never looked so beautiful. 
            


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MY GIFT TO DENISE

Denise is barely twelve and smart,
she has been an orphan for sometime,
but since her mom passed away,
she grew up as lonely child...
generosity was instilled early
in her little, empty heart.


She made her first paper star
when Sirius, the brightest one,
appeared and hung over
the twinkling, navy blue horizon...
thinking of her mother's illness,
and to her she was a pretty princess.


And with love and eagerness, Denise 
sang a melancholic song every evening,
feeling her presence with that smiling face;
other girls had mothers to sing them lovely lullbyes,
so Sirius was deeply touched, and seeing 
her loneliness got some nightgales to lull her to sleep.


I've made a plea today, through the Archangel Gabriel,
to ask God to give the star, Sirius, to Denise,
and in return I would do many a good deed;
and tell everyone the wonderful news with a thrilling voice,
and would the Almighty, who made this gem to gleam,
grant me another wish...a wish perhaps too impossible?


Nights passed, and no heavenly message was sent to me,
and Gabriel never returned to ease my restlessness and fear;
one night as I fell asleep...his voice ordered me to listen,
" Your Father has granted your wish...He has seen a sincere love;
now Sirius is Denise's star!" And waking up from that vision,
I looked outside and there she was gazing at it with awe!


Entered in Lind-Marie Bariana's contest, " Shining Star "


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Suicide Survives

Fictitious families
Dysfunctional means
Compromised children
Capricious teens

Serrated self-loathing
Culling scarred skin
Dapper diagnoses
Dulling depression’s din

Psychotropic pulses
Sedentary screams 
Subjugated subjects
Catharsis of dreams

Dusk dawning
In convenience’s vanity
Vociferous voices
Pilfering sedated sanity

Slurred smiles
Lithium lies
Hanging from vestiges
Suicide survives


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red room cage caught travel

he stood to watch
at the bar from a distant
stance from far
she took a drink
so confused 
on booze he makes his move
and he thinks
and he thinks
if the keep of the 
bar
will kindly take her keys
he will then take her home 
and her life
with the greatest of ease

didn't think a drink meant yes
didn't think i must confess
used to be insecure
now she's much less
on the bed
body red
the tears she shed
she bled she bled
she said she said no
and he wouldn't like to think so
what you're doing is evil

he parked his 
jesus ford pickup truck
on the side of the road so i'm told
pulls her near
she pulls away to escape
but to where
he didn't care
hiding in a ditch
he climbs on top
smothering cutting off
getting taking all her soft
soft features 
she cried and screamed
for it to stop

didn't know a kiss meant yes
didn't think i must confess
used to be insecure
now she's much less
laying in the dirt
numb from all the hurt
cannot fathom or believe
how much damage
 he would leave
she said she said
no and you wouldn't like to think so
no you wouldn't like to think so
she said
she said no no no
and what you're doing is evil
what you're doing is evil

sex drugs the lust
where was it born
she had to change cause
rock and roll was too much fuss
it broke and busted
crushed and flushed
away washed down
made her struggle for air
brought her down
into the water to drown
those words didn't take away
her pain
just relived rehashed that night again
didn't know a drink meant yes
didn't think i must confess
used to be insecure
now she's much less
eyes red body bled
tears shed
red red red red
she said she said
no no you wouldn't like to think so
no you wouldn't like to think so
terrible, inconcievable
unbelievable she said she said no
and what you're doing is evil
yeah what you're doing is evil 
just so you know



Details | Free verse | |

Deceived

You can call a spade a spade

A darkened portal light in its timeless space;
Twice dead novice notion in his head...

The ascension out from chains filled with blood,
In sought after excursion magnified truth;
Hence the opened door as filtered through an illusion vamp
Branded chains unleashed with stagnant revelation,

Deceived...

Choices made in vile repute type greed;

Although a red rose was plucked a time ago,
In silent dellusion in thought filled its ego
Colorful decorated flowers absorbed in sweet fragrance in mercy
Within its pillage of sought after reflection still torn;



~

There is still no real substitute for the real you...

Many are still blind from this notion in thought;
The prince of the power of the air will soon fall!
Having an air of Godliness but denying its power,
We each can react to what is profitable or costly;

The given elements have been exposed by a given choice through exploits...

To negate with power will bring one to a tragic loss,
Deceived...
There will be one to soon rise forth;
A sense of burning flesh flowing in the wind;

The torn chasm of spilled blood out weighs the pen,

With fasks of flowing wine...
Rivers run through a great devide 
Deceived
Still many go out to & fro...

People were made as an after thought to show,
Just so they can go serve other god's
The one's who can't talk & hearts fold asunder
Turning cases in its plunder

Deceived

A warning or timely adice for those down under!


Details | Ballade | |

No Thining Back

alone at last with no masks no faces spying on me

alone with my past my merry mirror 

all the corners my once quick hands, have turned to spiders 

cautiously they advance cross the lined face,

reacting to disguises 

staring back with their same tremors, my hands, cautious, 

advance ac ross face feeling at mirrors. 

With these same tremulous hands that can scarcely hold glass 

I was 17 years old and my heart was hot and alive 

i discovered poetry and i swore to longing. 

I was afraid fist time i felt threatened 

and began to protect myself from the sting of hail. 

why do you insist on showing me, 

day after day, these sockets that used to be my eyes? 

i see below the twin ridge, too high rise of bone,

the bridge of my nose and suddenly into a lake 

the lake is my eye, it sucks under, and i traverse your skin 

to embrace the lake as little girl who still resides in me 

i embrace inside me. 

everything is summed up in one magic instant.
Zara Elizabeth Lane
Copyright ©2007 Zara Elizabeth Lane



Details | Free verse | |

To Sea

To Sea

I would like to think that
The big, white birds soaring
Over choppy waters
Or the way my camera captures
A straight, bold beam of light
Is a vision of sorts –
A gift from you,
To me.
This vision would say:
	“Hey!
		I’m still around,
Right here –
I linger where our bodies first touched on
Warm summer ground”
I would like to think that
You are watching us,
Now –
The strips of bark have become
Sea worthy vessels;
The children, captains of 
Sticks-and-Sand,
They run amok, marvelously
On this jutting peninsula
Just as, once, you and I.
I would like to think that
We haven’t lost touch –
Not really;
You are merely seeking solace in
Strong, biting winds as they
Blow by the dockside;
That you are merely warming
Wings yet too weak to
Fly.
I would like to believe that 
The caress of breath on my
Shoulder is you.
I turn.
You are gone.


Details | Bio | |

Think

I think to find what I seek, but what I seek is something I can not think of
For what I seek is to serve, serve my country
For when I grow I will change to find the light to the path to serve as a woman soldier and if I shall die I want you to think I died, but I died trying, serving. and saving the lives of the people to bring peace and harmony to the people of my country


Details | I do not know? | |

Keeping you close to our hearts

when your sick and have so much pain,
dont give up dont have shame, 
make your last moments and 
memories mean the world.
   Your not going forever your just
going up above, one day your
love will join you but for the now love 
comes from within the heart that
will never be apart.
So lonely but yet so strong, so
upset but still you belong, there is life
beyond that world that you may see,
maybe soon you will arrive there and be
Abel to watch down and you will be 
Abel to see, you will be in our hearts forever
we will move on eventually, but forget we
could never do, your dear to us
and to depart will be beyond words the 
loneliness and sad time that will come
in this part but where a
family we will pull throw and as for
you watching from up above send me
a wink dont worry one day you will be
returned to your one true love


Details | Rhyme | |

Time Traveler

As he sits all alone in his rocking chair
the frail, old man smooths his thin, gray hair
With his companion, Loneliness, he whiles away the time
Rummaging through memories in the attic of his mind

A young man trapped in a decaying shell
Traveling back to years he still recalls so well
In a sense, seeming like many life times away
Yet, fresh in his mind as if it happened yesterday

He remembers happy moments as a child of three
A tiny tot bouncing on his daddy's knee
He revisits days filled with adventure and fun
Fishing and swimming under a hot summer sun

But his days of childhood swiftly come to a halt
In their place is found a fine, upstanding adult
He reminisces meeting the love of his life
She gives him her heart and he makes her his wife

A second World War and he hears duty call
Bringing visions of horror, watching comrades fall
Sights more horrific than any civilian can know
To this place in his time travel, he'd rather not go

He rushes on to meet with memories more sweet
Four children of their own as Life's cycle repeats
Too soon, childhood ceases and they are all grown
Leaving he and his wife, they go off on their own

His life continues to unfold in a melange of sorrow and joy
Grand child's births, the sad demise of his boy
Sixty happy years of marriage dwindles down to their final day
One last kiss for his Sweetheart as Death steals her away

Back to the present, motionless in his chair
Slumps the frail, old man with the thin, gray hair
Reaching out to his sweetheart, he bids Loneliness farewell
As the young man departs from his decrepit, old shell


Details | Narrative | |

Rape My Future

I want to hide in the closet
My heart jumps with fear
I wish I wasn't here
The arguing begins to come to an end 
Tears began to escape my eyes
The shadow that locks my view
Is so cruel and devious 
I lock the door in fear 
Of what lurks in the shadows
What lurks beyond that door
The door knob turns with creaks of misery
The thought of what the cruel shadow might do 
Escapes my mind to hide in the dark corners 
Of the world that I was once afraid
Even though I fear the loneliness of the dark
The loneliness of the dark comforts my fears
The door opens in inches like a snake 
Awaiting its next meal like prey in the jungle
The pain makes the breathe escape my lips
The flesh to flesh touch makes my body numb
The rivers flow between thy legs
Where is thy protector?
I should speak for the cruel shadow
That shows me his pain and misery throughout life.
And now
Here I stand underneath the belt of poverty 
Rape my future
An I shall be one with poverties own.


Details | ABC | |

Why Is It That When?

Why is it that?
Going to church make me cringe.

Is it because of the days way back when?
My Grandma would tell me the worlds going to end.

Is it because of years, the last days we live in?
Or is the fear that's triggered by sin.

Is it because of the drums, when the Pastor speaks?
That I might throw up my hands, and dance on my feet.

Is it because of the water, that sets up in the pew?
Your dipped  a sinner, and pulled out clensed and brand new?

Is it because I know, I'll have to live straight?
So when it's my time, I'll enter God's gates.

Is it because of Mother. who just wants to see?
When God comes for them , he'll also take me.

Is it because there's no time, nor a date?
When the sky opens  to wonder your fate. 

Is it because, of the words sent from Heaven up high?
You must love the God that lives in the sky. 

 


Details | I do not know? | |

Time goes by

Hours, Months and Years are ticking by,
But something inside me keeps asking why?
Why did it end that way for you?
Why nothing i did could save you?
I remember your face,
I remember your smile
but its your eyes that have been burnt into my heart for such a long while,
No matter what i do
I can never understand how they could do that to you..
They were meant to be your role models or idols!!!
Well my dear eveyone says to me you are in peace now,
i hope this is the case because where ever you are should feel blessed to have 
you in that place.


Details | Free verse | |

Die

My father whispered the word in my ear...

Die!

All of a sudden life turned into great fear.

Die!

Such an awful sounding word.

Die!

Makes me think we live in an awful world.

 

Will power...

Crumbles just like a flower.

Left in pain and agony for all to see.

That someone could lack so much care.

It's hard to even take a breath of air.

Will power...

 

My father whispered the word in my ear...

Die!

All of a sudden life turned into great fear.

Die!

Such an awful sounding word.

Die!

Makes me think we live in an awful world.

 

Plaguing my mind with intruding thoughts of death.

Maybe this will be my last breath.

Insanity is the only thing left.

With decades of torture and silence.

The only thing left to do is die!


Details | Rhyme | |

Natural Curing " Save a Child? "

The story you read
In the shape of a poem
Its all about life
To continue it growing
 
The recent case 
Of Daniel Hauser
To deny him help
Media exposure
 
This 13 year old boy
Saw his aunt the same way
He took his first course
But the course made him sway
 
And his mothers thoughts
Maybe religion will save
And the fear of the thought
Her son no longer the brave
 
Behind the scenes, the Religion Nemenhah
A white mans dream of the " Cloudpiler " Landis man ah!
Where Natural Curing is what they can?
Is this the reason why they ran?
 
My thoughts go back to the way his auntie was
For to continue his treatment, as his bravado thaws
Its the word Chemo and the course it takes
Going through spells of goodness and sickly states
 
How many cases where the parent was ill
Did they make their own choices, to get better at will
Or did a another person decide for them
With their consent, with the write of a pen
 
In natures eyes, as a mother gives birth
It should be in her want, to save her child first
Why she would do this, take her child and run
Is it this Nemenhah cause, that prevents her son?
 
Written to answer my thoughts on the question posed by
                  Katherine Stella on her poem
 
          " Kid Natural ( the Daniel Hauser story ) "


Details | Ballad | |

Urban Wild West

Back in high school everything was a mess
kids in different cliques, in all types of dress
and everyday a fight to see who's the best
and gun threats with kids having gats in there vests.
Teachers not caring about the education of generation x
didn't believe in the future or us or what's coming next
just in it long enough so they can cash there checks
as they push the kids along, uneducated or not along with the rest.
Security guards check your i.d. to make sure you were where your
supposed to be
But now isn't it so easy to make a fake pass, doesn't anyone see?
so now kids are laying in pools of blood and agony
they say it's safe but schools still very uneasy.

School today's like the wild west
Everyone's fighting, lots of unrest
And every body's just trying to fit in
But some are lost right from the beginning.
School today's like the wild wild west
Everyone's wearing a bullet proof vest
Scared to go to school because of the threats
Afraid as hell as to what happens next.

There's no smiles as you pass by in the hallway
because one false move can make the wrong person angry
everyone seems to be dealing with there own hate
nobody wants to deal with a lonely fate
so much on everyone's plate
and the angst just unable to escape
so when he or she snaps and is in bad shape
everyone runs for cover before it's to late.
Im not out to scare you far from it
but it's time other take notice of it
before more innocent kids die from this
because a child who cries for help gets none of it
a tiny scream inside, the anger that they hide
they always answer with a pistol by there side
and it's up to us to find another way
so those kids who go to school can live another day.

School today's like the wild west
Everyone's fighting, lots of unrest
And every body's just trying to fit in
But some are lost right from the beginning.
School today's like the wild wild west
Everyone's wearing a bullet proof vest
Scared to go to school because of the threats
Afraid as hell as to what happens next.


Details | Bio | |

Lets Play the Krishna Game (2006)

As a child I wanted to be just like you
I would dress up and reenact your wedding
And get the whole family also too
You were the princess I longed to be
You were my hope
And one day I would grow up and I would just see you in me

Your beauty has shone even up to now
Though you’re older no one can tell
You just get more beautiful some how
I guess your perfect inside and out
Your always smiley even in tough times
I guess your still smiling now I have no doubt 


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

Life Long Fool

When I was just young,
I had only time,
Hardly even friends,
No love of myself
It did not matter,

Young and so dumb,
Remembering,
Had no details
Never needed,

Then I changed,
Thinking old,
But still young,

Ageless
So old,

Rash 


Details | I do not know? | |

Home

A old house.
A place with cobwebs.
A crow that calls.
A little princess that sings she 
fly’s above the house.
She waves her wand that shows her life.
She looks up to the crow it could have 
been this or that.


Details | I do not know? | |

Thoughts Of Death (Will To Live)

Death is only a dream,
That seems like eternity,
From which you wake up...
And then find yourself
Someplace, somewhere else.

Another has taken their own life,
Again these people are feeling
Even more emotional strife.
Once have had thoughts of doing the same…

(To eventually give up on my own life…)
But then I give consideration 
Towards other people’s
Thoughts and feelings…
I’ll give them each a lifetime’s moments of me
Being alive…

As I go through this dark tunnel,
I always strive for the light at the end.
For now, those who are gone,
Their spirit brighten this lantern of mine.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Life's Tree

I sit with leaves falling from the tree
Of lives sun rays shining on me
The way time flies with no time to see
They way they drop so carelessly 

Oh life so short with no time to spare
To leave this place with nothing to share
Only one chance to sit under there
Watching them fall without a care

They float to the ground like the falling snow
With all my seeds still left to sow
There is no choice when it is time to go
As quickly as the sun will melt the snow

While under the tree make it last
The leaves fall quick
 And the wind blows fast


Details | Rhyme | |

Funeral

You lay there cold, not moving
I want you to blink. Why won't
you blink? Why won't you breathe?

I dont understand. Should I
have understood? Should I have 
known then just to grieve?

Should I suddenly of realised
all matters of life an death?
What would be the point?

I stand there, just a child and
gaze at your ever staring 
eyes as the priest annoints

You and says something I
do not hear. Is this all my fault?
I am filled with regret.

The confusion of a child is
not easily subdued. The
past in stone is set.

We walk from the church,
my Father's hand on my shoulder
as you are placed in the ground.

I close my eyes. My mind begins
wander. Just what in death
is there to be found?


Details | I do not know? | |

Dads Are Supposed To Stay

I used to call you "Daddy", once upon and day. 
However, you left me; Dad's are supposed to stay. 
Now you are gone, this time forever. You went where you will never get older. 
I had a chance to see you this time before you left, I chose not to. I hope without 
regret. 
I was mad at you, and I feel I have that right. You let go of me without putting up a 
fight. 

I miss the dad that loved my Mother. I miss the dad that always put his family 
before another. I miss the dad that did let drugs make him skinny and look sick. 
I miss the dad that never raised a hand. I miss the dad who took care and 
supported his family like a man. 

I remember when I was young; you called me "Dandy". I remember when just 
your Family made you happy. 
That is the dad I miss. 
That is the dad I regret not giving that last hug and kiss. 



~MzPoEtIc_BrAnDiEe


Details | Tanka | |

Abandoned Children (besprizorniki )

besprizorniki 

roaming the streets of Russia 

no mamas to love 

bereft of humanity 

a million beating hearts sigh


Details | Acrostic | |

GETTING CLOSER

Getting closer to where life ends 
Enlightened by faith that defeated fears
Totally surrendered to eternity 
Thinking of what awaits me
Instead of fearing dreary darkness
None was done without a purpose
Going to great lengths was my desire 
Caring was even more profound than feelings
Love changed bitter anger into radiant joy
Over the twinkling silvery constellations
Someone smiles showing me my reward
Entering this gate made of pure gold 
Reminds this stupefied heart a vision seen in dreams 


Written by Andrew Crisci
for Constance La France contest, 
" Write It Deep And Dramatic, Please "
9/6/2011


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Mother's Worst Nightmare

There you were

I held you in my hands

You were my gift

After nine months of care

I wished for you hopes and dreams to come true

You were my dream come true

I guess my prayers weren’t listened to

But someone took you away from me much too soon

I said hello to you

But I never said goodbye

I still can’t believe you died

My soul and heart forever broken

Nothing to make it better or fix it

I laid you to rest on many nights

Knowing you would wake up

Unfortunately,today I laid you to rest

Asking god to love and protect you

In heaven you wait for me

To resume our relationship of mother and son


Details | Elegy | |

Seeds that don't Grow

a dory caught off guard in the billow of a wild frontier,
 the south paw always an adverse of nature, 
tranquil can be the fire, 
but the the sparrow will mature, 
a dormant trammel becomes earsplitting when broken, 
now freedom promised as a perpetual token,
 in the splendor of the petal the truth does not appear,
 cripple the word and clarity becomes obscure,
 deception weaved from inner fear, 
not even gone and the cinerarium is in the picture,
 oh! look at the view,  raw are their souls preaching such an unholy scripture


Details | I do not know? | |

Hi

Hi mom
Hi dad
It’s been a year now
I love you
Where did you go?
You haven’t written back
I am gonna to tell ya that I am 6 years old now
My Grammy tells me that you are in a safe place
Where is that safe place, I want to go
Why haven’t you written back?
Oh daddy, I rode my bike, I fell, but it felt like you were there to tell me to be 
strong, get back on
Mommy, I touch a burner today, I called for you. You never came
I sat in the rocker in my room, and watched for you
You never showed
How come?
Don’t you love me?
Am I really not that important to ya?
Why didn’t you take me with ya?
How long shall I wait?
I cry every night, for ya guys
I watch my friends with their mommy, and daddy
But don’t worry for me
I will be the best person, to show you that I really was worth it
I love you
I pray for ya guys every night
This is the best I can do
So I will wait for your letter


Details | Free verse | |

But I'm Not

Tears are being shed, but i'm not sad
Arguments are being screamed, but i'm not angry
Thoughts keep coming to me, but i'm not wodering
Dreams are being dreamed, but i'm not asleep
Tales are being written, but i'm not brain storming
Cars are being driven, but i'm dont have a licence
Songs are being sung, but i'm not on key
Babies are being born, but i'm not bearing
Mountains are being climbed, but i'm not hiking
Food is being eaten, but i'm not hungry
Flowers are blooming, but i'm not planting
Water is being drunk, but i'm not thirsty
The world is being explored, but i'm not on the computer
Paper is being sorted, but i'm not organizing
Houses are being built, but i'm not moving
Goals are being accomplished, but i'm not setting them
People are finding me, but i'm not seeking
Airplanes are traveling, but my feet are on the ground
Bathing suits are being worn, but i'm not swimming
Lights are turning on, but i'm in the dark
People are living, but i'm dead


Details | I do not know? | |

A Healer's touch

A women takes her son to a healer.
He has pain in his leg sometimes we have to carry him.
We have travelled very far to see you she say’s.
The healer watches and smiles.
Her son tries to bend down but he can’t do it, 
His mum helps him and he touches the healers feet. 
The healer smiles and touches the boy’s leg.
The healer tells them they can go.
The mother is shocked as they start to walk away.
Suddenly the boy starts saying there is no pain in 
my leg I can walk.
The mother quickly turns around but there is no one there.


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Generation WHY?

(This poem was in no way written in my feelings I was thinking about how the 
children that perform these acts of violence in todays society may fee being an 
outcast myself I understand some emotions that can be caused by cruel youth 
however no child deserve this)

I forgot my books today but remembered my gun,
   Not thinking twice about taking your son,
I am tired of being the outcast  the pain followed by giggles at my expense,
  Now they'll know why in my head this makes sense.
My incurable feelings incurable thoughts,
  My custody fighting parents and the gun they bought.
The top shelf in the closet buried deep within a box,
  Along with the despair as classmates words bruise like rocks.
You could blame parents, the media, the music, politics, the walls,
  But on this day I am blaming the kids falling in the halls.
Inside I scream for help but only laughter answers my cries,
  Darkness inside can be seen in my eyes.
My should understands that this is sadistic,
  Now your children are becoming a statistic.
No one will win this popularity contest,
  as there is only grieving parents left to contest.
Last generation listed as X, 
  This one is whY no room to express.
My final note written in a shaking hand,
  Will Death be forgotten in time with sand?


Details | I do not know? | |

Soul Searching

A wooden piece of a  frame.
A journey has been forgotten.
A day that tested our heart.
It is working fine I’ve checked it.
Toy’s that we played.
A destination that should be remembered.
A spirited soul lurking near us.
It is here I’m sure it is.


Details | Rhyme | |

ready. set. die.

I lay here in the corner watching my life go by
You struck me to many times
I can smell the blood running down my head
And watch it drip into my hands of lead
Your screaming words still pierce my ears
And i remember that I have taken this beating for years
My crying didn't stop you
And nobody believed me
Why'd you have to kill my mommy?
You made me angry
If you die, it'll be my fault
That isn't out of accusation either
I swear on my last breath some how or another
I will kill you
You want to feel what it's like to be bashed in the head with a bat?
Well your getting twice as worse
Ready
Set
Die


Details | Rhyme | |

Garden of Eden ( Part two )

One normal winter afternoon, Yehoshua went with the other kids to play,
They played in the garden's playground like they do everyday,
Nothing odd seemed to get in their way,
Until they heard a deafening shriek of dismay,

The shriek was coming from a house buried under tall beautiful trees,
Yehoshua and his friends ran to the house swiftly and with ease,
When they got there they looked through the window and got on their knees,
To be able to watch without getting caught and for as long as they please,

Behind the glass was a dead man placed on a table of wood,
That scene frightened Yehoshua, he couldn't believe what he was starting to see,
Yehoshua got life's cycle all misunderstood,
He decided to never grow up, he wanted to be a child eternally,

So he pushed his friends away, with his eyes full of tears,
And ran back to the playground while his heart was pounding with fear,
Life to him was too dear,
Than to end after a few years,

He ran and played everywhere,
And moved the swings so fast and without a care,
He even scraped his knee and was unaware,
He picked the pieces of  his shattered childhood that were spread here and there,
    
Years later Yehoshua became a man,
With a lot of work and responsibilities in his hands,
And everyday he promised himself that he'd go back to see,
His garden of Eden, where he was once happy,
But poor Yehoshua never seemed to be,
Able to get to his serenity, 

And when he retired he finally got the chance,
To give his garden of Eden one last glance,
And as he slowly moved the swings,
He enjoyed life, and its simplest things,

Moments felt like hours while he played alone,
Until Yehoshua heard that same shriek that has once blown,
At him pain so deep it cut him to the bone, 
He didn't know what to do, for his spirit was so forlorn,

Suddenly came a chilly breeze,
That quaked the ground, demolished the trees,
And roared the tides of all the 7 seas,
Yehoshua cried and begged on his knees,
In a second, Yehoshua found himself placed on table of wood made of fine trees,
He could feel and he could see, yet every time he tried, he failed to speak,
And as he looked to his right he could see,
Little kids that started to squeeze,
Their shocked faces to the glass, for they found that childhood isn't until eternity,
And that Yehoshua was dead, and dead was he… 


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Time

I’m down to my last few grains of sand.
Nothing that I’ve ever tried seemed to go as
	planned.
This futile attempt at reason has befallen
	me to rhyme.
A dark and troubled childhood has given
	Me nothing to cling to but time.

Only time will tell, what kind of legacy
	that I’ve left.
How many souls I’ve touched and my
	memory they’ve cleft.
A lifetime spent in Hell perhaps to eternally
	Sleep and dream of heaven.


Details | Couplet | |

A Mochary of Democracy

Watch away the seconds, the hands of time
Whether its a life of glamour or a life of grime
minutes make hours and hours make days
Good thing Bad thing the memory stays
The life you lead is through your own choice
dont be controlled stand up and have a voice
Bad life is hatred, a gaping big hole
we are all human just bricks in a wall
the more bricks you use the higher they tower
As the bricks increace so does the power
Truth is false, hope is gone
The land of the weak dominated by the strong
Another worl leader another bomb drops
being raised as a boy in a bubble but now the bubble pops
If the message is there to help then why is it so subliminal
If crime never pays then why is there so many criminals
This country is strong, protected by political fear
If the world is such a dangerous place, how much longer are we here


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Suffer Not The Little Children

Mercy, Mercy Lord above,
I am begging of you please,
I pray oh Lord that in your love,
you will, my pain and suffering ease.

Again oh Lord, Almighty one,
please listen to my pleading,
before all hope within me is gone,
please stop my people's bleeding.

Oh mighty one, for many days,
I have prayed to you to help me,
please use your divine and miraculous ways,
to save us, and bring back my daddy!

Oh mighty Lord of all mankind,
again I beg you to intervene.
Please my God, please don't be blind,
please see what all the world has seen.

The soldiers, they come every day,
they shell and shoot, and spare no one.
We try to hide, we all still pray,
but my faith in prayer has now gone.

So if you are there, can I ask,
a question, oh mighty invisible Lord?
Why do you never take to task,
those who live and rule by the sword?


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The Broken Hearts Of Two Tykes

There's one thing about being a Policeman that I don't like.
Several months ago I had to break the hearts of two tykes.
Their parents had a car wreck and died.
After I told them, all three of us cried.
It broke my heart to see their sad faces when I gave them the bad news.
It's painful when people learn that their parents are what they're destined to lose.
They were going to be put in a foster home because they have no other relatives.
But my wife and I have a big house so we invited them to come here and live.
My wife and I were childless before.
But we're sure not childless anymore.
We petitioned the court for custody and won.
My wife is barren but now we have two sons.

(This is a fictional poem)


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Mighty Lord Where Are You

Oh most mighty merciful one,
where are you when we cry,
where are you when we scream,
where are you when we die?

I prayed to you for many days,
but still the soldiers came,
I begged for you to save us all,
but everything stayed the same.

The shells and bullets kept flying,
throughout every day and night,
and my people kept on dying,
surely Lord this is not right!

And now! The soldiers, they are here!
They've crashed into our house,
I scream in terror, so great my fear!
I don't................

Tom 29/05/2012


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