Sunrise against my neck
that no cheap tan booth could ever match.
I ring the doorbell in anticipation of joy’s injection.
I needed it.
Because I left my cell phone in the car,
as I didn’t want to hear any chimed email
or text annoyances.
And the car just got cleaned,
only for the birds to have their way
on its waxy shine.
Time to grab the flamethrower from my trunk!
But, before I could scream in Braveheart declaration,
there she was.
Her 6 yr old smile,
made of 1/4 inch gaps between innocence enamel,
captured me like no other could.
“Tio”, she preached in angelica sonata.
As she held me,
with puppy love warmth.
Even the rainbows fell to its knees.
She took off my jacket with ferret-like perkiness and
asked me to sit on the floor with her.
But, not before offering to toast me some Eggo waffles
with a big glass of Ovaltine…
…in her Little Mermaid glass,
proudly made in North Korea.
It even had the dictator’s initials and a bucktooth smiley face stamp, signed in glitter
Thank God I just took my online course in Child Safety.
I was ready!
As I sip on Little Mermaid’s curves,
shaped in plastic, swirly straw weirdness,
a sound blasts off from a Barbie radio.
My 2 yr old angel galloped into this heart of mine,
with Tinnitus piercing scream & laughter,
tackling me in Incredible Hulk lunge.
“Hi Tio”, she whispered, before she hopped back upstairs,
laughing maniacally with rapid head tilts, left to right to left.
Boys will fear her.
And I couldn’t be more proud.
After two moments of silence,
my 6 yr old angel places her Dr. Seuss book on my lap,
as she sits in front of me.
“I can r-r-read
with my eye-s
She carefully completed the sentence,
as my eyes instantly fill with leaky pride
and an ingrained smile.
10 minutes later, she shut her book and asked me how she did.
“I am so proud of you my angel.”
“You have come so far.”
I had to hold back tears because I didn’t want to throw her off.
Yet I think she knew,
because she kept her head down and smiled with gentle starburst.
And it was then where I heard her say,
“Those who matter don’t mind,
those who mind don’t matter.”
But she was quiet, looking at me with tilted head & smile.
For it was my inner child,
© Drake J. Eszes
Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2011
He served as a deacon in his church and was as pious as they come.
(But on the side, he sold whiskey from a thirty-gallon drum!)
He taught the junior high Sunday school class and was a Bible scholar.
(But on the side, he 'stilled moonshine way back up in the holler!)
He was faithful in tithing ten percent of his ill-gotten gain.
(For his John Barleycorn he used only the best obtainable grain!)
He occupied the same pew every Sunday listening with attentive ear.
(It was rumored about that he also brewed some very potent beer!)
He proffered an "amen" at appropriate times and wore a suit and tie.
(He was renowned throughout the county for his very delectable rye!)
His tenor voice blended well when singing, "I Love Thy Kingdom, Lord."
(On back roads he did a bit of bootlegging in his hopped-up V-8 Ford!)
He was the first to offer succor to widows, orphans and others left bereft.
(He'd run his still for years - at evading "revenooers" he was very deft!)
When folks were needed to serve on committees he was first to volunteer.
(When asked his occupation he replied, "I'm a 'Spirit'ual Engineer!")
At Yuletide he was generous with the preacher giving him a beef, cash and pork.
(At the annual church picnic he surreptitiously passed a bottle to uncork!)
There couldn't be found a finer saint in all of Boondock County, Kentucky.
(He'll continue to "minister" to parched throats thereabouts - if he's lucky!)
23 June 2010
Won First Place in the Poetry Soup International Contest - September 2011
Entry for Laura Loo's "First Place Only" Contest
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2010
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Just like you!
Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013
Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
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
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013
I thought I would do a Rhyme in Rap.
Even though I find that kind of music Crap.
I am just a normal type of guy.
I wont forever ever lie.
Because that's not who I am.
I am a one woman man.
I have brown hair and deep blue eyes.
What you get with me is the beauty inside.
I wont hide my life from you I will tell only the truth.
I love all life all animals especially cats.
I don't go to a gym but I walk to stay healthy.
I may not be rich but in love I am wealthy.
What you see isn't what you get.
Because I am so much better than that.
I will rock your world because a boat is small..
While some may give you some?
I will always give you my all.
Life will be so much fun.
your back will never be against a wall.
For you my love I will always be on the ball.
You always take my breath away.
Make my heart pound faster.
Your the only one. I will always run after.
You are the goddess the queen of my life.
Maybe that's why so many men want you as a wife.
Your kisses are like heaven.
You are an angel without wings.
God made you to be all of the things.
That men want to cherish to honour to love.
Copyright © Keith Teaser | Year Posted 2016
You send bolts through my skin
something I was never to
accomplish with you, when I
saw you it's like my heart sank
to my stomach and I was in
shock my body still my body
heavy felt like when I moved I
was about to fall to my knees
you make me want to get
inside my brain pick you up and
take you out pick you one by
one like a flower because I do
love you and love you not.
Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013
Long miles of tedious journey,
Missing my darling honey.
Travelling impatiently, spend thousands of
Hope god will bless me with ma lucky soul
at this season.
Equatorial island exploring its amazed
beauty, glittering with immersed grasses.
Wrapped by queens necklaced small lake
aside, at the outskirts of dalhousie.
My heart dwelled into its god gifted
When the night lime lighted,
Millions of stars scattered around
As if its was a wondering boon.
Lucky enough for landing with my next
Eagerly waiting for my heart chaser,
Girl passed near by, few seconds later.
Flaming beauty mould my soul.
Topped with innocence, ready for my
Her chic appearance,
Her innocent appeal.
Strucking heart raised with high beats..
Awaited for our romantic date in ma
Frequency of our nature matched.
Stolen Eyes of each other were catched.
Strings of our heart whistled
Everything had happened miraclelously.
I rebelled the three precious words of
Accepting my red rose, She blushed.
At event of recreation, campfire were
Nobody around us, private moments
between we two spotlighted.
Playing guitar, she sinked with every beat,
That's the coincidence our eyes again
Hand in hand danced with the soothing
Sparkling smile on her face beamed.
Getting closer to her, because of her
Expecting the light around us to be dim.
The romantic moment again came,
Flaps of my soul opened for the grand
She looked too pretty in her gold lame
My heart awarded her an order of chivalry.
Don't know who are you, but baby you are
the one, I am in love.
You live in me, You are my love
I feel you in my heart,
You are my world, I just cant stay apart!
Please don't hesitate, please don't lie,
Whatever you feel, my heart can buy!
Angel of life, Its just you.
Completeness in life can't be without you.
Wanna Carry journey happily together.
Tickling nose, Queenly beauty of my white
Hold my senses, its caught by you.
Don't let be just memories, wanna feel
ecstasy of love towards you forever.
Promising to hold your hand throughout
life in this lovely weather.
Will be your shadow, because your pain
will be mine.
Its destiny that our heart clicked a
snapshot of each other's soul.
Stopping by my question, Will you marry
me, my Kindred Soul?
Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013
with slight dementia
with sturdy sled
and little to offer
looking for attractive
young female and/or male
with good body
January and October
to Santa Claus
Copyright © RUDOLPH RINALDI | Year Posted 2014
Last night's Wim Wenders film Wings of Desire, not starring Adam
great in the great tradition of Metropolis, Fellini, Children of Paradise,
Ikiru, Open City.
This is not comedy though it can be funny overhearing people thinking,
the randomness of thought, data dots, circles with dots, sadness and
silly sadness, confusion, rarely a clear thought, not one logical
lucid progression. Deep art.
I'd like to do better than my best so far, write something with
that won't gather dust then become dust a neuron of
sweetness, an early morning bicyclist, a lost ghost or fallen angel
any form from which death might abstain or forego appetite.
Appearing to meander from subject to subject is my practice. Looking
for solutions to the equations. Learning the changes then forgetting
The expressions emanating from mortal minds are broken stamens, sticky
Striving for immortality,
some Spanish philosopher (who looks like Don Quixote)
says he understands and it's alright.
I will read what he wrote and probably agree
but is he immortal? Not his body, but his thoughts.
True, I say, but this also: Not his mind, but his thoughts. Unchanging and
finite. Put them in a hatbox and pass them on as heirlooms.
To overhear the secret thoughts of others. Sharing and unsharing
and bathing. That is the purpose of poetry. Gargoyle twice. Did Wim
give each thought its own voice or use the same voice for all thoughts,
Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015
What flies though the air up above
Disguised as a peace seeking dove
For those who've not heard
Drones can send you the bird
From the land of brotherly love
Author's note: Is this really how to win friends and influence people (for the long term)?
Copyright © Duke Beaufort | Year Posted 2013
If its money I got its money ill keep.
If its money I have its money ill weep.
If its love that I give its love ill receive.
For I am but no one who just see's beneath.
Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we change..in a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.
Copyright © Sam Ruby | Year Posted 2013
calling from the bush
to a stuttering Moses
"H-h-h-ere I a-am," he said
and the voice replied:
"I have a mission for ya,
hope you like manna."
Written April 4th, 2016
For the Senryu on Angels Contest Hosted by Marvin Celestial
Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016
Focused on you, a wild demons stare
With a motion it happens
A emotion flattens
As you fall beneath a demons glare
He notices most things that happen
Might even pick the clothes you wear
Believe it or not he really does care
Knows whats best and helps me get there
To perfection the performance blacken when he's scared
Things fall apart if he's not helping me be prepaired
Guidence and experience for me his mare
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like without a demon here
He loves positive reactions with greatness and flair
And how people love me after he dares
Carefully he holds me through a very small tear
Me I guess I am getting used to, just hangin round rare
Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2012
The Human,The Demon, And The Angel
I'm the one who must stay
I'm the one who must kill you
I'm the one who must reverse time
I am to die when the new moon is in range
I am the one to be your executioner your taker of life
I am to observer and to take note of everything and of every life
Who are you to say I have no future
I say what I please for I am the bringer of death
I want to help I wish to free you I need to save you
There is no more time for my life
You never had a life to begin with
She was free until you stole her very being
I am the human who must die
I am the demon who only wants her body for it kill
I am the angel who will take her soul once her body is gone
We are in one body
We are in one mind
We are three trapped by one bond
These times are different then the last
These times are different then when I was young
These times are different then when the earth was made
Oh how we let this control us
Oh how we take our worlds and live for such granted
Oh how we let who we are put fear in our hearts
I leave this to you
I leave this to you
I leave this to you
We have exceed
We have flown
We have drowned
We have died
We have lived
We have made many wonders
We have created a new life
We have done evil deeds
We have done good deeds
We have but to wait for the one day
We have but to wait for our freedom
We have each other
We have nothing but that
We have nothing but each other and to wait
We have to wait for freedom
Copyright © Marcedies Rhodes | Year Posted 2012
Is it an angel that I hear singing?
Or is it tinnitus in my ears ringing?
The voice is so high
Its making me cry
It’s my underwear, it's tight and wringing
Copyright © Sidney Hall Mad Poet | Year Posted 2010
not a natural
has to be thought out and planned
who has time for that!?!?!?
Copyright © kristi hayner | Year Posted 2010
She visits in my dreams,
A place that I love to go,
For when my body is sleeping;
My subconscious starts to show.
She is not the same as when I’m awake,
She is fierce and unafraid;
She watches over the pillows,
Where my head is soundly laid.
She has wings just like an Angel,
Only hers are made of light;
With brilliant rainbow hues,
Enough to shine throughout the night.
To me she looks much older,
Maybe even wise;
One look at me and I know,
She can see right through my lies.
For her and I are one,
No hiding from the truth;
She understands that I’m growing,
Developing from my youth.
She never passes judgment,
For herself would be included;
Her thoughts are always brilliant;
And never convoluted.
I’m referring to my soul;
Aged throughout my lives.
She gives my words their meanings;
And my body is what she drives.
Inspiring my movements,
And wiping all of my tears;
Her voice is mine but rings through,
My head and out my ears.
Perhaps it’s her who is writing this,
Giving me the rhyme;
My subconscious and my consciousness;
Working together for all of time.
Although most won’t understand this,
That it is about a different part of me,
Tonight under the full-moon;
I’m setting my spirit free.
Allowed to dance in the stars,
And run across the sky;
Only to return to our body,
Suppressing her urge to fly.
Copyright © Alyssa Waters | Year Posted 2013
On earth on a Mission
purpose redefined with singleness of vision
clarity came cause i sat to look
through the pages of the book
Some days skipped with nothing to dine
some nights slept with nothing to wine
yet more nourished than a royal cook
for i am best fed from the pages of the book
When I lost focus and fell
drowning in the depths of the well
yet I was lifted by an unseen hook
as i flipped through the pages of the book
What about you my dear friend
when the terrestrial race comes to an end
and death vomits all that it ever took
will your name be found on the pages of the book
Copyright © Chukwuemeka Mbah | Year Posted 2013
I thought I saw a snowflake in June
Perhaps, it was just silly daydream imaginations
Or were ongoing investigations really do
Upon further horizon inquiries
The sun ended interviews in blushing denial
And when heavenly interrogations finished
The sky was turning guilty blue
I’m absolutely sure
The clouds were somewhere amidst the cover up
Fortunately, a little pigeon squawked
And revealed something of the simple truth
That, there was a brewing
Conspiracy of rumors, flying
So I ruffled stoolie feathers convincingly
To spill the beans, out with his scandalous news
It seems a wintry prima donna
Performer of the coming season
In order to beat the ratings
Broke out early and was somewhere on the loose
Could it be
The very same stitch of ice I'd seen
A snowflake thespian
Acting out in the month of June
Then, I saw a glistening
Of arrogance pass right before my eyes
And tiny banner waved
Followed by the squeaky words “see you very soon”
I rubbed my eyes in disbelief
And then, my tongue was quickly unleashed
As I closed the case of any further flakes
From trying to make their premature Hollywood debuts
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2011
I left, and crept to my room
And Kept you in the haven of my soul like a pet.
I will tell your tale
Till you sell me your soul.
You are so beautiful
I adore your momentarily sweetness
And each and every slap on my numb cheek.
I know, deep down the unseen crevice of your heart,
Your love for me is powerful than Viagra
You are a beautiful nightmare,
That everyone wants to see in their dreams.
Copyright © Michael Bassey Johnson | Year Posted 2015
Here lies my old pal Michael,
His spirit set free by wind,
because the storm which kicked his bucket,
trapped the poor old git within,
A Scotsman by his name,
and a carpenter by trade,
should of built yourself s door mate,
to stop the barn which caved you in.
I love you Bic.
Copyright © lew Jay | Year Posted 2015
Was it is our responsibility?
To be guardians of mankind.
Monsters of sin, lies and distrust
The first time I wept upon LORD's first born son.
A martyr to serve in search of salvation,
faces attraction of faith and battle temptation.
If a sacrificing oneself leads to a paradise,
Rewards are worth the roll of dice.
The Saviors screams were heard loudly by spectators barring witness
Still faintly ears heard them off in the distance
I've been an angel since the begin of time,
when sins committed were sincerely forgiven.
Now I weep for all that no longer need my guidance,
Perhaps I'll diminish during the advancement of science.
Copyright © Gerald Moise | Year Posted 2016
I hear the bell like ex-wives voices nagging
Hanging,beneath the olde shoppe door ringing
When someone enters through
They have and I do
A swift little dance and a more ridiculous jig
To that stupid and silly sounding thing
Every time I hear it, it echoes in my head
As if far fetched fantasies
An ominous figure the tiny brass is introducing
In the black trench coat to appear instead
Along with hat that eclipses his face
There he'll be, standing
Eyeing all from beyond his place
Patrons inside slow turn in sync trembling in fear
As if death were choosing its next victim "right here"
It wouldn't be long before I could no longer hold on
From hysterics and laughter outward and in directions forthwith
Toward the harbinger announcments of cruel intentions
As the next candidate bound on hell train's transportion
And beneath the door prodding sounds once more
That stupid bell again starts ringing
And I'd think to myself " surely no angel has gotten their wings"
So under my breath laughing, then jump heel clicking, dancing a more ridiculous jig
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2013
There is something more precious than a diamond that shines brighter than the sun found in a moment of innocence frozen in time.
Patience is the key to the prize because… a moment can last an unknowing amount of time, and it’s greater than anything you could imagine whether or not you know the size.
Because in this moment life, time, and the world are all perfect,
in this moment there is no way to make perfect better but somehow you do it every time effortlessly.
In this moment you know where you are but you’re lost at the same time,
And you know what you want but you’re scared to reach for it, but what would we be if no one ever reached.
7 seconds before reaching, emotional prelude to the unwanted goodbye and the unknowing next time.
We both know what’s coming but still question the near future.
She rests her head on my shoulder and runs her hand through my beard.
6 seconds before reaching she sighs a sigh of happiness and sadness mixed together, because she treasures this moment more than a pirate and his search for gold to unfold but she….
5 seconds before reaching, goodbye is opening the door so we stand and embrace each other before goodbye can see.
4 seconds, the embrace is lust behind bars, love in chains, freedom behind a gate, but a heart with wings.
3 seconds, our eyes meet like the first time you looked my direction, a couple on their 1st date, love in its first kiss, like the one who is blind but their heart sees it all before it’s too late.
As our eyes meet before the blink the moment blossoms like a rose growing in concrete.
And the door is now halfway open with goodbye being ever so discrete.
2 seconds, the embrace becomes tighter as you put your face against my cold neck and breathe a warm reassuring last breath. Winter killing an everlasting rose.
1 second goodbye walks in and you walk out leaving my heart, mind, and dreams with nothing but a double take…..
In the moment I started to reach and the quickly retracted, leaving my mind with nothing left to say.
But there’s something special about not winning or losing and just living in the middle that just feels right.
P.S. thank you for being my friend
by Post Script
Copyright © Post Script | Year Posted 2016
gluteus maximus left and right half moon cheek
re: byte size buttock
attached via usb (uniform firm behind) to this freak
with bowel movement incontinence + gas filled gut
evoking contortionist frown stretching to lowest peak
perched upon porcelain goddess where elimination did jut
held captive hostage atop toilet seat for many a week
exertion to expel rock solid turd required utmost effort
to force jammed bowel movement free
inducing excruciating abdominal cramps that really hurt
plus sharp jabbing spasms within high knee
innards rent asunder from obstruction as BB size PELLETS did spurt
from lodged fecal matter refusing to budge from me
caused by severe constipation whereby prayer a waste
delivered only increased sphincter muscle to scream
for rectal relief this mortal man faced
a worse fate than death, he would deem
since demise would allow alimentary misery to cease
versus remaining in this impasse for what might be years
unless perchance some anal lubricant or special grease
would bust loose abominable constriction in arrears
finding me unable to pay rent or renew lease
best prospect of remaining stationary with words to wax
poetic found a glimmer of luck
when a kind wildebeest delivered this message via fax
to help attend male in dire per situation get poop unstuck
with outsize mug of exlax
to help unclog rectal muck
access to get expunged to the max
but once expulsion occurs DO DO PLEASE DUCK!
Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2015
To my poetic angel...
Damn I see you,
All the beauty inside.
What can I do,
For I want to make love to your mind!
To my poetic angel...
Let my lyrics touch,
You in ways you've never felt.
I want you so much,
I'm trying to make your heart melt!
To my poetic angel...
Don't allow the demonic poison,
Destroy what we have.
I'll live my life to make you happy,
And see your heart laugh!
To my poetic angel...
Let me take care of you,
And you take care of me.
Trials and tribulations we will go through,
But we still have til eternity!
To my poetic angel...
Through my sometimes dark days,
You metamorphed into my antidote.
Dark clouds part by your illuminating rays,
So I give you the best love poem ever wrote!!!!
2/10/2016 ... Best Love Poem Contest.
Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2016
She was an angel sent from heaven; or a demon straight from hell;
She was everything that I should learn, so in heaven I’d do well.
She made me laugh about myself, as I practiced ringing bells;
But somehow she expected that, and everyone she’d tell.
She said I was contagious, she was a lotion for a rash;
But then she stepped all over me, as if I were some trash.
We tussled at the pits of hell, we huddled in the clouds;
We told ourselves that it was love, but we hid beneath a shroud
Walking down the avenue; it’s obvious I was proud;
Yet often I would notice her, looking to the crowd.
She was everything I needed but she was nothing that I want;
I think she’s out there on a broom; on a witches haunt.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2011
Mystifying, magical melody
your first laughter is to me;
As blissful and as joyful as bliss
and joy can ever be;
Really you're much too young
to even smile, my dear;
Your lilting giggles, such
soothing music to my ear.
Gleefully you pinch my nose,
grab my hair, you little rose;
Readily you enchant me with
that toothless angel's smile;
And you bounce mirthfully
up and down my tummy;
Clapping small hands, innocent
eyes that let me see;
Eyes that mirror love for life,
for you from mom and me.
Copyright © romeo naces | Year Posted 2006
I have yet to meet you we’ve only spoken on line
Yet I have a vision of you, you were meant to be mine.
I saw your face this morning within the clouds above.
It filled me with the warmest sensation I’m thinking it was love.
I’ve never felt this warmth before, I don’t know what to say
I have yet to meet you, I guess that’s why it’s strange.
So I analyzed the situation as I took a look around.
After extensive observation this is what I found
I have a vision of what I want in a love that’s all my own.
One that will sit in a rocking chair in the house that we call home.
A woman so tender and easy to love
It must have hurt when she fell from above.
A woman who loves with the heart of a child
One that is loving, strong but mild.
An intelligent woman who’s interest abound
From politics to puppies, she what I call well round.
Her nature is so gentile, yet can be firm at times
She’s positively strong headed truly a unique find.
Her eyes a beautiful hazel and sometimes emerald green
It depends on what mood she’s in, if you know what I mean.
A woman who is tender and her countenance is aglow.
She dreams the dreams of children, with love that over flows.
A woman who knows what she wants out of life
The courage to get it and the strength to fight.
Live and let live is how she was grown
Makes the best of what she calls home.
A full grown woman with childlike ways
Childhood memories that will never fade.
A woman if need be, is willing to change
One who loves me and will never stray.
The beauty of her heart just sets me on fire
For her heart beats for me, I’m her only desire.
She doesn’t ask for much out of life
Just be loving and faithful and be a good wife.
I desired a woman that I can have for the longest of time.
I’ll never take for granted the fact that she is mine.
We finally met in 2006
I remember that feeling when we had our first kiss
We’ve been together for 7 years now
I don’t know how I’ve done it, but you are still around
I want you to know I love you with every beat of my heart
A love that has been there from the very start.
I want you to know that you’re more than I could vision
Having you here with me was one of our best decisions.
Copyright © kitty jones | Year Posted 2014