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Details | Narrative | |

Tea Leaves On The Bosphorus

Tea Leaves On The Bosphorus

Seated at a table by the stirring water,
My eyes absorb the shore of Asia.
Minerets and aged worn stone
Stand haphazardly along the banks.
Istanbul is a lady with secrets
She'll lure you with her unrevealed virgin beauty,
Then seduce you with her ancient lovers.

Grilled sardines filled my charger
Fish pulled from the strait just minutes before,
Lay garnished with parsley and mint .
Red pickled turnips and warm flat bread
Are the implements that help feed me 
And scoop up the humus,
Turkish nourishment for my soul.

The empty plates are cleared by a handsome waiter
With dubious intentions I feared,
But I was flattered none the less.
A bowl of yogurt was placed before me,
And my admirer arrived with a comb of honey.
He held it high above the creamy cloud and let the heavy ochre
languidly pour atop the milky whiteness of delight.
After his seduction,he left me alone to my pleasure
As I lapped at the sweet and sour heavenly temptation,
that parted my lips and elevated my being.

As I recovered from my rapture, two eyes caught mine.
The heathen that destroyed my diet approached the table uninvited.
He pulled up a chair and sat down across from me.
In his hands, a cup.
He offered to tell me my future.
White, small, as fragile as an eggshell with the top lopped off.
Within was a dark tea with floating leaves.
In a chivalrous attempt at English conversation,
He handed me the libation and the offer to read the remains.

I, alone in a man's world, unmarried, and of a certain age,
Did not need encouragement and I accepted his offer.
I drained the tea in one gulp and returned it to his hands.
He placed the cup in one palm , then turned it upside down,
Allowing the remaining fluid to drip out around the cup and onto the table.
Once the cup was upright again he studied the leaves, then he spoke.

His voice was soft, at times , unintelligible
His reading was honest, and truthful, and painful.
His prophecy, amusing, and entertaining
His vision and it's accuracy were astounding.

Fifteen years later, the leaves delivered on their promise.
Long fluid lines inside the cup foretold of a marriage,
To a man who  would cross a sea to find me.
Two shorter drippings were the children that now delight me.
The  tea ring that he was able to complete around the cup ,
Was the warmth of a love that would soon envelop me.


Tea, anyone?





Details | Personification | |

Whispers Within



I am the spirit of satin stardust and the antiquities of golden memories alive I call to you from the rising warmth of the sun and greet you in the misty morning light I am the steady and rolling drum beat echoing from the jagged heights above I am the mysterious curves of the raging waters' and the freedom birds of love I rise above the white summer clouds in lilting songs of grace and roam with the western tail-winds to take you home again I am a Spirit of our gracious Lord God Almighty of love hope and faith I have come to tell
Dedicated To P.D.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Man in the Wilderness

Feeling like a lodger
In my own home
Thankful for my music
And my new found roam

Families and communities
They are just so hard to find
But in April 2009
I found the most precious kind

I found the name amusing
So the button i clicked on to see
The layout was very inviting
Like an open door should be

For in a matter of minutes
On first uploading a poem
This Highlander was content
He had found a welcome home

So many lovely writers
Poets who share their bless
No longer this Scotsman is
The Man in the Wilderness



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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Lady by the Ocean

The sands on the beach
Are like the colour of her hair
As i sit by the ocean
All i can do is stare

The blue of the ocean water
Can never match her eyes
Despite our natures wishes
All she can do is try

The blue skies above her
Carpet her ceiling surround
Her posture of delight
In plentiful abound

Her body is slight and tanned
A joyous site to see
This blond beach lady in the sun
Gracing the land of the free



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


Details | Free verse | |

Grand Canyon

Some people are voices
On the edge of rocks
With steep slopes and cliffs.
Some people are echoes
At the bottom of walls
Carved by rushing waters.


Details | Couplet | |

Loony Tunes

<                                        Cascading lakes and streams
                                           The loon stands out it seems

                                           Minnesota's state bird
                                           I know it must sound absurd


                                           Adopted in nineteen sixty one
                                           Wails and yodels heard under the sun


                                          Black and white bearing red eyes
                                          Wingspans five feet can make one cry


                                          Body lengths up to three feet
                                          Yet  clumsy on lands and moss peat


                                          They are high speed flyers
                                          And great underwater divers


                                          They can dive up to ninety feet
                                          In pursuit of fish they want to eat

                                      
                                         They are even on our license plates
                                         An critical habitat drawn on metal slates


                                         Twelve thousand of these unique birds
                                         God that has to be a lot of turds

 
                                        But for now I'll enjoy it's captured views
                                        Of this beautiful loon and it's most colorful hues








Written By Katherine Stella
Entry For Mini - Blog  Beautiful Bird Contest
By Constance ~ A Rambling Poet


Details | Free verse | |

Louisiana Bayou

Chilly late October;
early morning fog banks
the roadside, cloaks
a trickling bayou...
in the thickets of dense trees,
the wispy tufts 
top man-high
goldenrod, Queen Anne's lace,
dried-out thistle stalks...
A school bus, solitary,
yellow, slowly passes
on skinny black asphalt
where wet spots reflect
the newly risen sun.
Only rustles of high,
green cane fields and 
intermittent bird songs
interrupt pervasive quiet...
Timelessness, and solace --
calming, soothing --
a Louisiana bayou:
Bayou Sale.


Details | Quatrain | |

The Owl and the PusyCat Sail

Together the Owl and the PusyCat were married
Then again sailed out over the deep blue seas
Searching forever for the great Land of Nod,
To the place where they could find true peace.
True peace, true peace… Where they could find true peace.

The love that twined forever within their hearts
They sought throughout all the wonderous lands
Going to the place where they would live in peace,
A place where true peace, rules and lives in the hearts of the land.
The land, the land… Where true peace lives in the heart of the land.

Alas, the love of the heart, though truly not easy to find…
Is easier to find than the love of peace, found throughout the land.
So it’s said they will continue to sail, until that day comes true,
And when they land for the final time, will be up to me and you.
Me and you, me and you… That day will be up to me and you.



Details | Rhyme | |

Plockton - Wester Ross

The greatest holiday gift I ever received  
Goes back so many, many years
Before my life became turmoiled
And before my tears for fears

I was a child like many out there
Torn, strewn and split of kin
Mother and father in differences
Confused at seven, wearing their same skin

For I was one of the lucky ones
To a Highland Estate I would go
It's on the west coast of Scotland
Where my holidays desired me so

Secretly I internally smiled
For a whisper of where I was heading
To live with a movie star hero
No longer my life was in dreading

We were picked up by a man so fine
His manners were an absolute joy
Regimental he was in his approach
To me, just a seven year old boy

We travelled through the village of Plockton
Crystal clear waters edged to it's shore
I knew from this very moment
Being here ebbed previous family sores

On entering his house I was in awe
Movie pictures came to my view
They were images of James Bond
At seven I was totally through

A voice called to me
Hey James! sit down and I'll tell you me
Still in circles in walking awe
This is what he told thee

My name is Patrick Dalzel Job
In the Second World War I served
But this recognition I bestow
Humbles me to it's deserve

This honour that's been given
Was blessed by a colleague in war
What desired Ian Fleming to be so striven
Possibly, what we were fighting for

We served on the same destroyer
Fighting to make the future free
His tribute, in his novels I became
James Bond, it's incredibly me





Not many seven year olds have stayed with James Bond.
This seven year old Scot's boy has, maybe I learnt?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Dalzel-Job


Details | Sonnet | |

Fresh Pillow (Kyrielle Sonnet)

At night I lay my soul to sleep,
Closing my eyes there is no peep,
This soft bed is just so mellow,
My head rests on this fresh pillow.

Forgetting the stress of the day
I am in bed without delay.
Soul at ease— the mind must follow,
My head rests on this fresh pillow.

Satin sheets over my shoulder,
Keep me warm—not getting colder.
Fantasy dreams I now billow,
My head rests on this fresh pillow.

At night I lay my soul to sleep,
My head rests on this fresh pillow.


Details | Rhyme | |

Rehab

So much I wanted to say. So much I wanted to shout.
It was like being trapped behind bars without a way
to get out.
My mind going wild with all these questions of why.
The only way to escape was to fall asleep or to cry.
What did I do so bad that made me have to pay?
My friends, my dreams, and my life was swepped away.
I know I can do it! I try and I try.
Nothing seems to get better. I sometimes wish
I would Die.
Starved for attention. I wanna talk to the world.
I just miss being loved. Miss the warmth of a girl.
Snickers and stairs is what my life has become.
I'm treated like I'm a kid, like I'm sick, or I'm dumb.
One day to the next. Life becomes work just to be alive.
I thank god for my blessings. I thank god I survived.
I finally see some improvement. More hope tickles
my brain.
It was worth all the time, all the tears, all the pain.
I awake with a smile and new hope to move on.
I did it! I did it! All those hard times are gone!


Details | Ballad | |

TO LOVE YOUR COUNTRY

To love your country,
you must commit yourself indefinetly;
there are no doubts, or fears
when it comes to defend it fervently..
do it for the sake of  your family,
or your countrymen who wish for peace!

They will send you to distant lands,
away from your loved ones...
to uphold freedom and its sanctity,
and you'll shine with bravery!

Anytime peace is threatened,
you'll retaliate and engage in combat,
true soldiers always fight with self-confidence,
never retreat in any circumstance!

There'll be days of fright , of darkness and despair,
and nights to shed tears on cold pillows;
no tender eyes to glance into or arms to embrace,
but  surrendering distorts your honor! 

As the mission comes to its end suddenly,
and you are one of the surviivors to declare victory,
although you'll also grieve for the fallen ones:
you'll wave your flag to the calmest skies!

To love your country,
you must avail yourself of dignity
and protect its borders vigilantly;
be aware of its tremendous cost:
risk your own life,or allow
the enemy to toast!  


Details | Haiku | |

GOD'S CREATION

Vacation fun time
God creates for all to see
Beautiful mountains


Details | Free verse | |

The Universal Man

I shall live and die By my own accord Only my God may judge me To him I've proved my worth I am still here fighting It matters not what for On my ship of righteousness Headed for waters unexplored The clear night sky will darken And the clouds seem ominous I take heed to the sure signs From them I won't digress They are in the way of my dreams And hopes that fill my sails Like the wind from my heaven Keeps my skin tough as nails Evil comes to tempt me I am not immune Sometimes I play the hero Other times I'm just a fool Either way the choice is mine I make it with my free will For that's the gift he gave me And for what I fight for still The government is coming To bring a chaos they call order The line has been drawn Between two sides there is a border I feel myself being torn To choose a fate in stone Let this be a lesson Why I wander on my own Minds can be controlled I see it every day The weak wills fall like dominos That lie littering my way An obstacle before me I iron will it to the end And when the devil comes to dance with me I have already started to transcend into everything around I am the universal man my true form I shall disguise I am hiding it from this great Satan they say will come for my demise I know he will find me maybe he already has in a long gone nightmare that my soul he stole at last if I remember correctly I can't say I recall ever escaping his grip or did it ever touch me at all?


Details | Free verse | |

Beinn Nibheis - Scene 1

I sit and pause, looking at the sky blue ceiling above me. White vapour cotton wool clouds
gently float like water lilies on an upside down pond. My humble seat, an igneous rock
from the Devonian period. A glaciation past has moulded this comfort to rest this weary
climber. I am in fortunate delight as this skyscraper of old can turn nasty with nature.
These marvels can unite and lure unsuspected hikers, and draw them into a weather world
they have never known. The gulley's and faces of this quite wonderful Munro hide
challenges and dangers for all who dare climb. Many have been lost as they become
disorientated, as natures weather closes in.

The ascent route to the summit on a day like today is quite wonderful. The beauty of the
glens, with their sporadic mix of andesite and basaltic lava mountains, rival many a range
on our fine planet. Many colours explode on the surrounding canvas. Greens and beige's,
greys mingling with red granite masses. Screes are in evidence, a sign of the range ageing
as natures seasons take their toll. Plant life carpets the slopes, where grasses of sorts
mingle with the purple and white heather. Ferns from a prehistoric age fan out catching
the breeze, like Sea´ ferns´ in the ocean.

As i climbed, at various intervals i would close my eyes and listen to the calls of the
wild. The sporadic bleating of sheep, as if echoing through the glens. Crows and their
hooded cousins fly sorties looking for carrion of such. Suddenly they scatter, as royalty
makes a welcomed appearance. As majestic as the King of the mountains can be, a Golden
Eagle glides on the thermals. His subjects looking on from a distance, for fear of
angering him. Rabbits, lizards and even sheep and lambs, bow down in whatever chambers of
safety allows them. As graceful as he arrived, he leaves. Slowly but slowly, the lookouts
of the species declare their haven a safe zone.

This climb has certainly given me a thirst, as the thinned mountain air leaves me tired.
Nearby a small stream offers a weary climber a much needed tonic. This pure fresh
translucent chemical substance quenches my crave, with a gentle splash over my sun beaten
face, i feel refreshed to a point.




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-3.php


Details | Ballade | |

In the Stillness

Along a forest path that few can see,
   Just as the sun is setting in the West,
With owls and ancient oaks for company,
   I wander in my solitary quest.
In shadowed dusk the world is at her best --
   When lacy lichen clings to cooling stone --
The feathered robin turns toward her nest,
   And in the stillness I am all alone.

There is within these woods an ancient tree
   Whose roots provide a peaceful place to rest;
Like gentle fingers, they encircle me
   When by my thoughts I am too much oppressed.
Then I am of a sudden joy possessed,
   Which I claim quickly for my very own;
I feel the love of Life within my breast,
   And in the stillness I am all alone.

And in that place, I ponder silently --
   Admire the tiny toadstools neatly dressed
In spots and colors, sitting quietly,
   And cannot help but by them be impressed.
The rights of others they do not contest,
   Nor under worthless burdens grieve or groan;
I understand their tiny lives are blest,
   And in the stillness I am all alone.

So when dark doubts and fears have reached a crest,
   And deep despair has pierced me to the bone,
I find that path and grant my heart's request;
   And in the stillness I am all alone.


Details | Imagism | |

Adventures Of The Little Red Ribbon

A cold, cold autumn wind,
Tickles my edges to the frills.
Making me wave to the people,
And starts to give me the chills.

Now a stronger gust,
Lifts my silken body free.
My shiny red skin shimmers,
For all the world to see.

Soaring like an eagle,
Two wings flapping bold.
Gliding past a homeless man,
Who tries to bear the cold.

Whizzing by a baker’s window,
Scents of pastries so yummy.
Glazed delights all so tasty,
Oh I wish I had a tummy.

Well, I suppose it’s best,
No watching calories or fat.
No diets and no exercise,
Well, what do you think of that?

Flying high with no care,
And free with utter delight.
Floating about until dusk,
That soon shall turn to night.

Few leaves play with me,
Falling from nearby trees.
Racing past me quickly,
Riding the autumn breeze.

My red serpent tail,
Rattles like a song.
Descending to pavement below,
And starts to slither along.

As I creep on by,
Hunting no prey at all.
Slipping down a storm drain,
Floating with the fall.

Tunnels with brown water,
Lead to a murky lake.
Silt crowds around me,
No fish here for Heaven’s sake.

Out here in this lake,
As one fisherman sits.
He nibbles on peaches,
And spits out the pits.

He carries at his side,
All that he holds dear.
A lonely soul he was,
Fishing this time of year.

He snags on my end,
And reels me to his side.
I curl up into a bow,
There is no reason to hide.

He smiles down at me,
And I gleam back too.
He places me in his pocket,
Knowing just what to do.

A few hours later,
He brings me back out.
To show to his daughter,
Who now begins to shout.

Her happy little grin,
A cheerful girlish giggle.
She waves me about,
Making me wiggle.

She shows me her dolly,
With old muddy hair.
And places me in it,
For me to take care.

I will make her pretty,
My red silk does shine.
This is where I’m happy,
I knew so all the time.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Stone of Destiny

In 1296
Under Edward the first
Our destiny was stolen
My country cursed
 
In 1328 
There were talks of it's return
For six more centuries
We would wait and yearn

On Christmas day
In 1950
Four Scottish students
Decided to shift thee

A plot was in motion
To take back our stone
Return it to Scotland
For it should never have roamed

From West Minster Abbey
Our stone was retaken
Returned back up north
To a country forsaken

They returned to the church
This great stone of the Scots
To Arbroath Abbey
From a time so fraught

The police in London
Were informed of it's location
It was eventually returned
To the original thieving nation

In 1996
In a symbolic response
To the dissatisfaction of Scots
Our political taunts

For on November the 15th
1996
We met on our border
Our eyes transfixed

Of red sandstone
With iron rings
For upon who sits
A new monarch it brings
 
This block of stone
And where it lies
It's in Edinburgh castle
Where our proud saltire flies

Back home
Where it was meant to be
Historical Scotland's
Stone of Destiny

 
Stolen by Scotland's children for the future of Scotland's children.

There is talk of it's return south of the border for the next coronation?
I very much doubt us Scot's will tolerate this request.



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


Details | I do not know? | |

our colour of yellow

The lake was still sleeping
a light mist rose above,
a weathered dock could be seen,
its aged wood; full of memories.

The air crisp, breeze light,
trees majestic; watching all.
Squirrels  busy scampering,
as a flock of geese soared above.

Way over yonder
clear across the still lake,
shining brightly were yellow shutters,
on our cabin; our special place.

We had toiled the garden
planted yellow roses with great care,
we had painted the old wood shutters,
yellow paint; speckled our hair.

The roof  we re-shingled,
one painstaking nail at a time,
we even counted the ouches;
when our hammers got out of line.

With nothing but smiles
on our weary, aching bodies,
we held hands, and went running,
into the still of the lake; giggling.

We swam out to the dock,
it was a race; he won,
my hand he took laughing;
as he quickly scooped me up.

Our toes dangled playfully
sending ripples in the lake,
as we gazed at our cabin;
yellow shutters; fresh with paint.

The trees swayed slightly
as if nodding with approval,
for our cabin by the lake,
was our private sacred jewel.

As we cuddled together
warmth filled our souls,
for our bright yellow shutters,
symbolized, our love's blossoming growth.

It was on this very dock,
air crisp, breeze light,
when he gave me a yellow rose;
and asked me to be his wife.


Details | Rhyme | |

Our Past on this Planet Earth

One of the most positive writes i have witnessed to date
Was written today and well worth the wait
An awesome Quatrain, by this Devonshire poet
If you have read her past writes, you would certainly know it
 
What we see in our world now, is what she wants us to see
Dinosaur remains are an example to me
This beautiful planet will gladly reveal
As she shares her histories, our mysteries reveal 
 
If we let her breathe, sigh and flourish
She may be more giving, as we help her re-nourish
And this write will be remembered for its visionary
And her mysteries will be our history
 
 
Inspired by " Stunning Revelations from Ancient Maps "
                         By Carolyn Devonshire 
 

http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature3.php


Details | Free verse | |

Mountain Poem

I love sky I love trees
and sometimes I can feel the breeze.
I feel like I can fly
With the wind pushing my hair back so lightly the trees are waving
My hair is swaying so is yours as we glide together
as we watch the sunset go bye
and once again I can feel the breeze
the mountains are high
so so high
they are so high
see them see them
yes
to protect me as I walk across the lake
I love the lake
it is so big big big big
I love big
do you like big?
I like the mountains
do you?
they are so straight like a statue do you think?
the mountains are high in the sky
I love to just watch the sunset go bye
so quiet and slow like the clouds I soar through the sky
I love soaring through the sky


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Cry only for those who cannot hear you

The wind did stir the thought in kind wanting - for if she knew my soul, just a spark 
of it, I would be a rich man...

So long this ribbon of love that flows over the rocks of age and distant torment...
The gate keepers sit alone watching, waiting for the violators who dare not call 
mundane theirs...

It is those shackles which bind misguided dreams that which make fertile ground for 
the barkers at the door, for what else does one need to grey the vision and dull 
delight?

You carry the scent of the well-traveled said the withered old man - I too know your 
pain, that which comes from never knowing home - those of us who seek blindly 
that which the world cannot give - home is not a place but a thought in time and 
nothing more than a stop to rest your ambition...

Cry only for only those who cannot hear you, for it is selfish to do otherwise and 
seek home in the gentle embraces of those that know you...

Be kind to those who would bite you, for in doing so it will bring light to a dark path...

AND

Always rejoice in life - it pisses them off and helps them to see the tragic flaw of 
their diluted beliefs...


Details | Free verse | |

Georgia Muse

I went to Georgia without my bonjo in my hand I knew it would be great after I landed and took a stand I told them my name and they asked, "What's your fame?" I reached for my muse and turned it loose like a goose They straightened their ties and said “O’ me, O’ my!” “We made a mistake about this poetic rhyming guy!” Someone handed me a bonjo and they all joined the tango My muse had its way and we had a wonderful stay As we departed for home they started to sing, “Hurry back poet, may your muse give you wings!”


Details | Free verse | |

Beinn Nibheis - Scene 2

Gravity enters my thoughts, what ever goes up has to come down. As i start my descent from
the summit of this giant of the Grampians. My journey down is so different to the ascent.
Clouds build for the evening mass. The breeze has magically transformed into a cutting
wind, as the tallest of ferns whistle a goodbye.

The melting snows still show their march, small waterfalls run into fast flowing burns.
Lambs now hug close to their mothers, its as if they know nightfall is upon them. The
quietness of the glens are a memory now as modern mans noise appears from the distance.
The local mountaineer team are on the ascent on a training exercise. These unpaid
volunteers put their own safety in danger to save others who are in danger. The orangy
glow of street lights confirm my descent is complete. I head back home, tired, weary from
my day on the highest mountain in my homeland. But so alive in the joys and sights that it
allowed me to share on this day. 




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-3.php


Details | Rhyme | |

The Graveyard of my mind

I walked the graveyard of my mind last night,
I saw many people sleeping tight,	

I saw the ones that made me smile,
I saw the ones, who were part of my biggest trials,

I saw the failures of my past,
I saw the sorrow of a childhood gone to fast,

I saw the liars, who stole from me,
I saw the heathens, who would never be free,

I saw the chameleons trying to blend in with the bareness
And vulnerability of winter trees,

I saw all those who listened 
Yet  silenced my innocent pleas,

But then I saw amazing grace,
Shimmering under a mercy tree,

I realized that all of those stones
 Had made me what I was called to be,

Each plot was responsible for a certain quality in me,
Allowing me to be able to identify
With others drastically,

I saw the days of evil tightly bolted down,
I saw clarity, which was once lost
Now completely found,

I saw the pages turn 
As the past had been burned,

I saw God's presence filling up 
Every area where I yearned,

I saw a radiant light pointing far ahead,
Directing me out of my mind 
Resurrecting all that was dead,

I saw those doors to that cemetery close tight,
As I continued towards what was bright,

I felt an unusual grin,
Overwhelm me from within
I saw an extraordinary flower,
Come forth with might and power.

By: Sabina Nicole
6/20/11


Details | Haiku | |

Braveheart

Highlander so tall, Dwarfs warriors in battle; Brave heart of Scotland. http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland.php


Details | I do not know? | |

A Perfect Garden

Take me to the other side,
A place where I can run and hide
A magic place where dreams come true
A perfect garden with a view;
An ivy covered arch hovers above the gate
Then picture roses of various colors and shape
Weeping willows spread throughout
Connected by vines and moss, to keep heat out;
Flowers as far as the eye can see
Spread upon a sea of green,
And this isn’t just any shade of green
It’s the deepest green, you’ve ever seen,
Downy, white, clouds, way up high
Watch as they go floating by
Many shapes leave no doubt
This is surely art, disguised as clouds!
Over the horizon,
 Painted across the bright, blue sky
The most beautiful rainbow catches my eye
Red, green, yellow, purple, and, blue
Shades of these colors, so vibrant and true;
And if all of this sounds heavenly to you
Then wait until sunset, and enjoy the view
A view that is different from anywhere else
For this sun sets over land that’s been blessed…








Details | Rhyme | |

Sunset Wonder

Fingers crossed,
My mind still hoping,
Day by day,
I rest on the hill sloping.

Looking at the sun,
Mesmerized by the beauty,
Rays blinding the scene I look on.

The sun is setting,
My mind is wondering;
Although sometimes forgetting,
Though life seems like its plundering.

Birds wisp by,
Flying across the purple-pink sky.
Oceans in the distance,
Beauty beyond existence.

It’s a sunset wonder,
A masterpiece of splendor.
Exquisiteness unsurpassed,
The sky, life, and scenery coming together at long last.


Details | Quatrain | |

TO SHAKESPEARE WITH ADMIRATION

He was the bard from Stratford, and as a teenager
he helped his father in his trade; he married and had children
and became the most popular and admired play writer
in all England...acting was also his other pleasurable passion.    


Curious Queen Elisabeth was one of the thousand spectators,
who came to see him in the Globe theater...she shed tears, 
and was stunned by the performance of his timeless plays,
and yet, some of his fellow-poets criticized him for his writings!


I wish I had lived in that Victorian era so intellectual and refined,
and had met him in person and had showed him my ample admiration;
I would have asked him the secret, which made him so legendary and loved...
and he would have whispered it to me, to make me revel in that revelation!     


I have read his inspiring works, and tragedies rampantly occur
from " Romeo and Juliet"...the Verona's immortal lovers, through" Hamlet "
whose insanity was undoubtedly caused by the specter of his father; 
and why didn't Shakespeare choose less dramatic plays not ending in death?


He wanted to teach us indelible lessons to show us how the human spirit
can be passionate, adamant, loveless, envious, cruel, unfair and treacherous...
to outline all kinds of guilt: from murder to envy so well-expressed with eloquence;
it's no mystery to anyone how he conjured up such plots with grief, madness and wit!    


Shakespeare was no ordinary kid, and he played with his siblings on Henley Street,
neighbors saw him trot to his grammar school, later he would make everyone weep; 
early in adolescence, did his prodigious mind envision one from a vague thought?
It's no wonder that he is widely read even today...hear his speak, he'll impart worth!  


Entered in Amy Green's contest, " Wow Me With Inspiration "


Details | Blank verse | |

Desolate

My hands and feet are numb
for I am cold and I have no
home to give me warmth.
A home and warmth are two
things I search for that is why
people call me a bum.
I have not eaten but I have
prayed and my prayers have
not yet been answer for I have
not eaten in days.
So I'll just lay in my place of 
sleep and pray once more as I
search for warmth,  for I have
found my home, The streets.


Details | I do not know? | |

Wildflowers (Nonet Trilogy)

A place to see wildflowers in great
 abundance is high in the mount-
  tains in a bright green meadow
      The sky is so blue and
        the flowers colors
         are so bright that
           you look at
             them in
               awe


Wildflowers grow in so many places with
      beautiful colors of different
       shades of colors such as red
         blue lavender pink white
          yellow Their are many
             kinds of flowers
                for us to
                 see from
                   God


God made the wildflowers for everyone
    to enjoy But first you have to
       slow down to look at them
      They come in many shapes and
            different colors
           you will find them
             in fields and
                roadside
                 ditchs



Details | Rhyme | |

Golden Delicious

Who would have thought
That a few days before
As we clung for our lives
Cast on yon sandy shore
 
To see Carolyn there
Against the tree
Not a care in the world
Her mind roaming free
 
Long blond hair
Shouldered slight
Captured by the sun
Golden delight
 
Her long white dress
Frayed and torn
Visible image
From our previous storm
 
Revealing shoulders
Back home would be frowned
You should see her now
Like a sexy gown
 
In her hands she clasps
A flower unknown
Something we learnt
To take back as her own
 
It's reddish pink colour
Matches her lips
To be so close
Makes my heart skip
 
The breaking waves
To her beauty they applaud
Seabirds in flight
In fly by, awed
 
A lapse of time
She raises her head
Eye to eye
The evenings read



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


Details | I do not know? | |

A Place Called Home

As the tree branches sway back and forth
Imagine how much the scenery is worth
To sit down in a yard with an outrageous view
Everything that has grown makes the house look new

The smell of the flowers is all you would need
For the place to feel right at home indeed
Family, friends could make it a happier place
By surrounding you with their pretty face

One big yard for all the children to play
Neither of us would want it any other way
Can't think of a better place to start out right
Having you running home to me every night

This would not be hard to find
For I have somewhere particular in mind
Now that I have got your full attention
Was there something I forgot to mention

The love I feel for you will always be
I can only hope you feel the same towards me
Picturing us together for years and years
Will help us cope better with our fears

                                                         Josie-Marie Curson


Details | I do not know? | |

Lessons from the Moon

A deep,deep 
chasm
joy flying 
by 
on gossamer wings

I will 
send you 
a signal
when dawn 
comes

we will ride again on
winged horses

dance to the beat
of a 
million drums and then

let go of the reins and 
float upward
into an azure sky

No, I don't think 
we've lost control
The bright moon and sun 
above

signal us 
and we'll walk 
into the shining 
moonlight
the joy we all feel
is something new
cherish it, let it grow
let moodust
delight you
and the stars above 
will guide you
to your port of call


Details | Haiku | |

Save Earth From Pollution

There are solutions
To save earth from pollution
New resolutions


Details | Free verse | |

Generic Minds

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them


Details | Free verse | |

My Love---a very special original Japanese poem

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Rhyme | |

THE PROSPECTOR

The Prospector: 

He packs his tack in a great canvas sack 
And then drives away in his car.
Nobody cries as they wave their goodbyes; 
They will await his return from afar.
When he reaches the track he will find his way back
With his GPS tuned to a star. 

The stories are told how he travels the road 
With constant anticipation,
He ignores the snakes as he hammers in stakes, 
On the boundary of his location 
This man has gone bush, and he shows no rush 
To return to civilization.

This modern-gold seeker, with a stick and a beeper  
That creates echoes to his ears from the ground.
On his own, he unpacks his gear from his sacks,
He’s left family and friends in the town.
Now the bush replaces their loving embraces
With an encompassing sky and a peaceful surround.

The look on his face shows nary a trace
Of emotion as he unpacks his gear.
He sets up his camp, and primes his lamp, 
Lights fire, and watches a dingo draw near.
Staring into the embers, he starts to remember 
Other campsites like the one he has here.

He wakes in the morning, stretching and yawning
As he extracts his bones from the ground.
His muscles will strengthen as the days lengthen
While he walks the grid; listening to sounds.
Bright are his eyes, as he unearths the prize
His detector, signals it there to be found.

When his eyes behold the nugget of gold
As he digs in the earth for this prize
They sparkle and shine as he takes out his twine,
Knotted, for measurement of size. 
The tail of his shirt removes unwanted dirt
And hessian covers rock from prying eyes

As he looks to the ground; there is more to be found!
Shards that catch the bright setting sun. 
He puts some in a pot, then marks this fine spot,
So he can find it again when he’s done.
For the task of recording his find in the morning,
He must leave; he feels he should run.

From the past he has learned, he knows he’ll return
After the assayer sees what's in his sack.
There is quiet celebration, with this revelation
As he phones his partner to say she should pack.
They both go to sign on the dotted line,
Then together they travel the track back.

Wordancer


Details | Terzanelle | |

Silent Beauty

The silence now pervades my soul and mind.
I smile in wonder at the scene sublime.
The silence now pervades my soul and mind.

I wish to hold this moment for all time—
The beauty of the flowers full in bloom.
I smile in wonder at the scene sublime.

There is no need for dustpan, rake, or broom.
The roses in their glory make me cry—
The beauty of the flowers full in bloom.

I want to understand why when I spy
Upon this garden planted by a man
The roses in their glory make me cry.

It must be all a part of God's own plan
To show the awesome beauty He creates
Upon the garden planted by a man.

When I discern the plot, my thoughts abate—
The silence now pervades my soul and mind.
To show the awesome beauty He creates,
The silence now pervades my soul and mind.


Details | Free verse | |

Mini Dubai

Two sparrows kiss,sitting
On a high bough of the tamarind.
 
Like a tamarind seed, my town, nicknamed 'Mini Dubai',
Had burgeoned and branched on the bank of  Kanoli canal.

Now the silvered canal sprawls on its death-bed.

Busy pedestrians walk down
An ancient bridge, built by the British.
As the traffic light has lost its eye balls,
A potbellied police man dances and controls.
Jalopies groan, and modern cars whiz.
A long whistle:an ambulance with the wounded
And a van with the wedding party, halt side by side,
As the southern and the northern hemispheres  
Of emotions meet at a single point ,by chance.

The nostalgic smell of the canal sops in the sizzling tang from a cafeteria.

Among the concrete buildings that seethe under the tanning rays,
The splurging women whirl in the hurry wind.The stink of sweat
And the aroma of the Arabian perfumes choke the air in shops,
Where, sometimes, the chicanery peek through the glassed.
To the government offices nearby, the applications drafted in blood 
And salt, scurry only to get the obsequies in the waste baskets. 
The sots creep like snakes in the yard of Sandra Bar

A crow sits on an electric post and watches all below with a smile of wisdom.



Details | Narrative | |

THE RICHEST HERITAGE OF HUMANKIND

Literature was pursued
by the greatest individuals who ever lived,
and they left us works of unsurpassable wisdom;
human emotions have always been the same, 
and this can't attest to the fact that they will not change anytime soon,
but the freer we are, the further we go up in our balloon.


The richest heritage of Humankind
is found in the written word, which is heard often and not really understood;
where would we be today without the plays and sonnets of Shakespeare that were quite sad,  
or Dante's famous canto, not excluding superb works by modern writers?...
During the dark ages, monks translated books from Greek and Latin into common languages;
as the barbarians destroyed everything found in their path, civilization did not end.


Tragedies of famous people attracted the lucrative minds of poets who had heard of them,
thus embellishing them with their vivid imagination and present actual facts...I follow in
their poetic footsteps, writing down stories that have recently happened, or occurred
before I was born; and with ideas as interesting as theirs, I continue in that tradition
without envying their unaging expressions and distinguished style, but by aggrandizing them.


Literature has finally found its merited place in History, unlikely a hundred years ago,
more people are voraciously reading, and keeping the writers busy by admiring
their sensational works, making comments of encouragement to boost up their optimism;
and to theaters they go and spent an entire night to listen to drama and satire...to scoff,
laugh, or cry when emotions intensify by the sconces of the electric lights; and cheering,
they applaud the richest heritage of Humankind on stage, and are captivated by its scenario.



Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Verse | |

Words,Words,Your Lips

Traveling on this street called life,
Be sensible,be conscious,be wise,
Think,think before you open your mouth,
Don't be lead by your tongue,
but by your ever thinking mind,
We are now in the days,when the words
from your lips,defileth your body, 
When scandals and rumors are the order
of the day,
When people in high places are torn down,
not by their works, but by their words,
When people in small places are suffering,
Because of the words of those who govern them,
When family and friends are divided not by choice,
But by nosey neighbors, who won't keep their big mouth shut,
Are you going to say something,STOP,THINK,
Will my words be positive,
Will my words make things better or worst,
Build an enemy or build a friend, 
Cause someone to live a little longer or will
this be their end,
Don't open your mouth,until you are sure,
Take your time,think it through,
Now you can open your lips and make POSITIVE WORDS unfold...


Details | Senryu | |

Acquit Big Foot!

Leave Bigfoot alone
He didn’t squash your tomatoes
—It was swine flu!


Details | Tanka | |

What A Beauty

<                                    beneath swollen ..... moon
                                      in pasture of...... rolling hills
                                      standing  ....hind quarters
                                      a beautiful black ...... stallion
                                      simply took my breath ........ away






Entry For
Rick Parise's 
A Memory Of Beauty
Tanka Contest
G.L. All
                                      


Details | Rhyme | |

THE PERFECT MURDER

In his private parlor the king of Moab rests,
Having just retired from his more spacious quarters,
Where King Eglon had received the Israelite guests,
Bearing tribute, not a gift, but by the king’s orders.

Israel’s cries to God, about their being bereft,
Brought about the sending of a rescuer from the Lord.
Ehud, a man ambidexterous and lethal with his left,
Wore on his right thigh a cubit-length sword.

Ehud is sent by God to ease Israel’s suffering, 
And is quickly added with those bearing the treasure.
He conceals his double-edged sword with a covering
And, pretending to have an errand, asks the King’s pleasure.

Eglon, a king who rules with an iron rod,
Believes Ehud’s pretense of a secret task--
A special message he says is from God—
And sees Ehud in his parlor as he asks.

Eglon the king rises from his lounging,
As Ehud announces what his visit is about.
With sword in hand, Ehud is suddenly bounding
And stabbing the king until his entrails fall out.

Ehud dashes out on the porch, locking doors in back.
He dashes by idols and monuments of stone and iron,
And flees toward Mount Ephraim, following the track,
Where timely he lifts and blows the trumpet of  Zion.



Details | Limerick | |

Black Friday

<                     ladies ~ gentlemen ~ start those ...... engines
                         miss  ~ Ho ~ down - prices .... would be a sin
                                        best buy - circuit city
                                   black ~ friday .... how pitty
                        5 am ~ now ~ who ~ wears ~ smiling ... grins 





                          k- mart ~ wal - mart ~ target ~ pennys
                              red tag sales of many and plenty
                                 but you must buy in bulks
                        and ~  get ~ guy ~ like ~ the ... hulk
                to ~ push ~ cart ~ while ~ you ~ chat ~ with ... jenny




                         let's ~ all ~  hop ~ on ~ over ~ to ~ I - hop
                         your one stop for christmas breakfast slop
                                sure pancakes sounds yummy
                                     but wait till hits tummy 
                                 be sitting on stool till it plops




Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's
Commericialized Holiday Humor Contest
Gl All And Happy Holidays
Love Kathy & Jenny


Details | Haiku | |

Blossom {Haiku / Tanka / Haiku }

<                                      red ~ gold ~ brown ~ and .... green
                                        rustic ~ over - tures .... whistlers 
                                        harvest .......  happiness


                                        the ~ winds ~ mighty ..... gale
                                        speaks ~ to ~ enchanted .... forest
                                        time ~ to ~ turn ~ new ...... leaf
                                        for ~ autumn ~ has ~ once .... returned
                                        and ~ you ~ must ~ all ~ come ~ on ..... down


                                       braided ~ and ..... despaired
                                       yet ~ forges ~ on ~ right ..... ahead
                                       fall ~ colours .....  blossom



Entry For Linda Marie's
Harvest Of Happiness
Haiku/Tanka/Haiku - Contest
G.L. All


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus to Iran

In Iran they march
"Where" they ask "is my vote gone?"
Answered by truncheon

God, Allah, they call
In His name, holy, oppress
Gods weakest children

Other news shall show
Western television screens
But we wont forget

Hundreds dead now
We only know one name, one face
A prayer for them say


Details | Free verse | |

Rat A - Tat- Tat

Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat the drums did roll and beat the men in their uniforms how they stood so tall and trim and neat, by ranks and files and squads they stood with weapons, packs and flags the flower of our nation's youth did march to the drummers' beat. Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat off to the wars they marched with waves goodbye, and speeches of pride they marched away while their loved ones cried. Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat While one could question the wisdom of war no one could doubt the soldier's scars, war after war they were sent... and bravely wherever sent - they went. Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat The drums did roll and beat the men in their uniforms how they stood so tall and trim and neat, and off to the wars they marched to the sound of the drummers' beat. Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat In battles they won to keep us free but not without a price for victory. They returned from places with names so strange but some returned to a different beat, with a slow roll, slow march - mournful and sad they brought our loved ones home again. To a grateful nation they gave their all without a whimper or complaint they saw it all and returned from places far away battered and scarred - but free. Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat Soon the sound of drums were heard and leaders did call again... with struts and speeches that sounded so grand off our youth were sent with a band Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat. Dedicated in loving memory to all who served.


Details | Romanticism | |

The Princess of Beauty

                         Please, write a letter to me.Describe your feelings.
                              What do you think about, a time like this?
                    Write down your heartache, and write down your songs.
                            You first travelled to Paris, and then to Nice.

              When you arrived at the Rivieran, you kissed the seashore for me.
                    I´m dreaming of dancing the flamenco with you, in Spain.
          I would like to kiss you in Barcelona, and the sculptures would watch.
               They would like to get us married, but you´ve still got your pain.

              Once in Nice, but now in Venice, and probably hidden in a gondola.
                     Is that the place, where your dreams will become true?
                      Is that the town of arts, which will change your visions?
                    Venice by the waters, but are your paintings gonna be few?

                           And finally, in Greece, you felt the warm breeze.
                          You walked in the old footsteps of ancient poets.
               You, the Queen of poetesses, who always are rhyming by Athens.
                  She, the Princess of Beauty, who has caught me into her nets.

                      
                      
                      
                       


Details | Rhyme | |

He Sends You His Love

Open your eyes and see what God’s done! Look up often, at the moon, stars and sun. In the clouds there are pictures, if we look we will find. God’s beautiful artwork, it just blows my mind! And when we look up, to the wonder of lightening, the power and thunder, doesn’t have to be frightening. Can you see all around us, the flowers and green? Soon, it will leave us, like seasons & dreams. They come and they go, and soon come again. This circle of life, we’ll see ‘till the end. Our eyes are a gift, so be grateful today. See and take in and watch as you pray. Never doubt that there’s God, high up above. For with all of life’s beauty, He sends you His Love!
Michelle D. ©July 10, 2010 Thank You Lord for all of the gifts you have given me. I promise to always share them with others!


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Duchess Of Paradise

She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame  
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror


Details | Alliteration | |

Banana Boat Bob

<                        Banana ~ boat ~ Bob ~ is ~ a ~ slippery..... Boob
                          Thought ~ that ~  this ~ town ~ lost ~ it's .... groove
                          No ~ spice  ~  no ~  life ~ no  .... nothing
                          Little ~ lost ~ boy ~ now ~ looks ~ for ~ his ~ Lucy's ....  ring


                          When ~ where ~ what ~ or ~ even ......  why
                          I'll ~ inquire ~ insist ~ innovate ~ or ~ even  ..... lie
                          His ~ history ~ of ~ having ~ such ~ big ....... hamstrings
                          Maybe ~ even ~ mighty ~ magical ~ musical ~ fruits ~ and .... greens



                         Or ~ having ~ big ~ over-sized ~ onions ~ olives  ~ and ..... Kiwi
                         screw ~ this ~ he's ~ scum  ~ skewered ~ tossed ~ back ~ to ... sea
                         Poor ~ precious ~ pretty ~  Lucy ~  got .......    pranked
                         Cause ~ curious ~ Bob ~ couldn't ~ control ~ love ~ so ~ he ....  sank

              

                        All ~ alone ~ and ~ now ~ very .... angry
                        Drowing ~ deep ~ in ~ own ~ do-do  ~ droppings .... whopie 
                        Luscious ~ Lucy ~ now ~ can ~ look ~ long ~ and ...... hard
                        For ~ another ~ fast ~ floating ~ free ~ salemens ~ not ~ selling.... lard



Entry For
Linda Marie's
Luscious Love Lingers Contest
G.L. All


Details | Haiku | |

Sunet Strip

<                                  well isn't that swell
                                lost another cool surfboard ...
                                      holy sharks galore



                                        beyond horizon
                                 the sun bids day well ado ...
                                       happy trails to you



                                       top of old smokey
                                  cumulus congestive skies ...
                                    coughing up a storm



                                        excursion riding
                                  using buoyant enforcement ...
                                      to capture the sun



                                       yacht and small vessel
                                  endlessly floats rippled lake ...
                                       feeling abandoned                                   
                                                            


Details | Rhyme | |

Bran the Blessed a variation on a Cyhydedd Fer (Welsh traditional form)

Where Lud gave wing, Blessed Bran doth sing
true oracle the visions bring,
from midnight’s land, bear burning brand
the Queens of old, gift Druid hand.

Shadow depth seek, sharp sable beak,
pierce psyche veils when prophets speak,
messenger calls through ancient halls
where Raven reigns the Tower walls.

Fey healer fly, the night-world sky
initiate Ovates nigh,
beckoning deep, iconic keep,
hark Raven calls to dreamless sleep.

Where Lud gave wing Blessed Bran doth sing
true oracle the visions bring,
from midnight’s land, bear burning brand
the Queens of old gift Druid hand,
the Queens of old gift Druid hand.


Details | I do not know? | |

WE ARE INDEPENDENCE!

We are Tausug Nation
Defending independence
Free from the enemies
Stood not to get oppressed

Our Nation ruled
Of the country’s independence
Never conquered from then
We shall develop our land

Our country, nation is known
Home of courageous person
Bound only in one faith
Never care of the death

Tumantangis, Dahu peaks of our land
To Bagsak, Sinumaan
And to all the mountains here
Only one God is aimed

Zamboanga, Basilan, North Borneo, Palawan
Centre is in Sulu land
Ruled by the Sultan
From the early point of time

Our nation is united
In the name of faith is complete
Only God is firm
Determined not to get conquered

Land of the pearl garden
Sulu Sea in the world is famous
From the South and North
And East and West

Blood of Martyrs flowed in the vein of the Sug Nation
Fought to defend
Flag rose like Vinta strip
Eternal pledge appeared


Details | Rhyme | |

Morals Morality and Ethical Direction


Morals, Morality and Ethical Direction… We often hear of morals, morality and ethical direction. What they mean, I suppose, is “one’s discretion.” Very seldom, is anything from the Bible being heard. Why obey God’s commandments? Why, that’s absurd! Many claim, that as adults, just about anything is “o.k.” As long as you don’t do what they do, but what they say! Many are “bombarded” with sexual type of temptations… Often leading many to get into perverse addictions! We set up boards of people to try to be “ethically clean.” When it comes down to it… What does this really mean? Can a person be totally immoral, but 100% ethical?’ Does this, in some way, seem kind of “heretical?” Why believe in God? He’s been ruled “unconstitutional.” While many listen to the news, which is often “delusional!” We hear of perversions, that are often “glorified.” Do we hear of those wanting to be Godly sanctified? If you’re confused, and need some kind of spiritual guide! Look to God’s word! He has nothing to hide! The kind of morality and ethics that you’ll ever need… Can be found in the Bible! Open it and read! Why not read from Genesis through Revelation? We can all find what we need! Across our nation! God and his word give us a true moral compass for living! His life for our own lives, is what he’s freely giving! Won’t you come to Jesus for godly direction today? He is here! And wants to help you find HIS way! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

My Future

My future shines like the rays of the sun
brings my inner power to the outside
and even though I just lost a battle
(a battle of ignorance, not stupidity)
it makes me happy to still be alive
and to understand the choices I have made

Change is at the door, challenging me
now that the time has come
and for myself and my dear family
(the ones I love very much)
I am taking the inevitable 
of a better future I am capable

My future shines like stars in a clear night
dressing my wife, children and I
dressing my brother, parents, loved ones
(real family and friends)
in elegant clothes for the event of our lives
a graduation from the lessons learned

Responsible I am of my own mistakes
of my unlimited passion and blind pride
however there is something I can recognize
(because that is the final point)
I was not born knowing it all
therefore, in ignorance I was wrong

My future smiles at my present, offering ...
a new alternative, a new way in a new place
a place where all my children can play
(where we are finally going to stay)
surrounded by ideal conditions at home
where everything makes sense after all!

Carlos Mongrut
07/12/12


Details | Rhyme | |

Is It God We Trust Or Leave In the Dust

Is It God We Trust? Or Leave In the Dust? As our courts remove God from this great nation. We are left with a confused and lost generation! As God is taken away from our public schools. A huge tide of immorality is what “rules.” The Bible is often mocked and discarded. It was on it’s principles this country was started! Just about anything of God seems to get scorned. So many “rush” to worship many ungodly forms. As God’s name is often tossed and thrown out. We tend to forget what HE is all about! Too often, his plans for living are tossed and abused. No wonder, there’s many who are lost and confused! As people forget God and worship the fallen creature. They look to themselves and “glorify” their features. Many ignore God, and get involved in deep addictions. And with this, come disease, heartache and afflictions! As God looks and sees this nation “bleeding.” It’s his righteousness, that we need to be seeking! If we would humble ourselves, he would hear our prayer! He loves all of us! And he really does care! Won’t you come to HIM, And invite him in? Won’t you allow him to be your master and friend? He brings strength and nourishment to the soul! It’s only in him that we can be made whole! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Bao - Yu

<                                         Bao - Yu
                                        precious jade
                                    your angelic font 
                                  cast mirrored images
                                      off stilled pond


                                  orchids in woven hair
                                  garments of satin and lace
                                  you lying in fetal position
                                  upon granite's stone
                                  tell me heavenly Goddess


                                  Why Do You Look So Sad  ?




Written By Katherine Stella

For Rambling Poet's
Reflection Contest 

G.L. ALL

Name Of This Poem 
Is Entitled
Bao -Yu


Details | Acrostic | |

Poetry Soup Bowl

<                                    Pallets  profusely pulsating
                                      Over organic originals
                                      Emotions enormously emerge
                                      Through trident times
                                      Relic  rejoice recant
                                      Yes yearn yourself

                                      Solid structure's sanction
                                      Open  optional opinions
                                      Understudy understand unity's
                                      Poetry's passionate's pulse

                                      
                                      Because beauty bestows
                                      Over oversights objection
                                      Widespread whispers wanted
                                      Leaving lasting longevity


Entry For
Adeleke Adeite's
Acrostic 
Poetic Picture Of Poetry Soup
G.L. All


Details | Tanka | |

Your History

<                                 symbolic icon
                           abrupts captivating flight
                                    honoring fallen
                       amidst lined tombstone's marker
                             at historic Fort Snelling



Written By
Katherine Stella  8/8/11

Entry For Carolyn Devonshire's
Bald Eagle In Cemetery Contest
G.L. All


Details | Etheree | |

Gather Around My Children Pentecost {Etheree}

and
when the
day of the
pentecost has
fully come they the
apostles discples
were all with one accord in
one place to hear ingathering
of Peter's Sermon on how christian
pentecost marks beginning church of christ




Entry For Brian Strand's Pentecost Acts 2.1-4



Tribute To Christ Our Lord
    {Amen}


Details | Couplet | |

A Horse Of Course

<                                        Horses and snowflakes
                                   Illuminating to it's tongue's pallet's plate


                                              Open carriage rides
                                         Falling flakes in the eyes


                                             City strewn lights
                                  Hoof's echoing through out the night


                                             Fleece blankets
                                              Cider drank it


                                              Horns blare
                                              People's stare

                                             
                                        New York's Central Park
                                       An home for many after dark


                                         Four miles of bridal paths
                                    Drawn coaches to bring you back


                                          So horses and snowflakes
                                      Fills this ones poet's pallet's plate



Written By Katherine Stella
My Theme Was Both 
Horses And Snowflakes
This Is An Entry
For Constance ~A Rambling Poet 's ~ Contest
G.L. All
                                     

                                     
                                            
                             


Details | Rhyme | |

GUNLOM AT KAKADU

GUNLOM AT KAKADU 
 
Between the rugged battlements of weather beaten rock, 
A waterfall has carved its path through solid granite block. 
 
That endless tone as water fell sure soothed one's weary soul, 
The cool clear pool beneath its walls was like a crystal bowl. 
 
Pandanus fringed its sandy edge, Swamp Paper Barks as well, 
Its everlasting solitude sure cast a pleasant spell. 
 
The intermittent song of birds sung melodies so sweet, 
So took a spell to sit a while,  to bathe my weary feet. 
 
In future times when I get down, if life should make me blue, 
I'll just recall that spot I saw, Gunlom, at Kakadu. 


Details | Free verse | |

The Beach

What a magical place, the beach.
Where there is no need to sing and no need to look back to the regrets of each day.
Where we can silently listen to what it is the waves try to tell
Where the rocks serve as the cushion where we softly lay down each painful         
memory, that even though they hurt we want to protect.
Where the past becomes jealous of the present.
Where we patiently await for the waves to carry away the message in a bottle to some 
safe and nonexistent destination.
											
Yes, the beach, where the cool breeze caresses the stress and sadness off our faces
Where crying in the rain is over-rated
Where every tear drowns a memory
And the waves crash against the rocks as if beating an odd

Where there is no need to sing, do you hear the wind? Do you understand its melody? 
Can you feel its strength undressing every inch of every scar time has tattooed in our 
lives?
The beach and its wide space where you can hear the eco of your silence screaming into 
the air whatever it is that makes you silently cry.
Where every ray of sun burns the unnecessary and painful thoughts that float into space.
Yes, the beach where the silence is invaded by the splendid rudeness of the wind
Where you can build a castle in the sand, be the queen/king, and rule the world.
Where we can freely unleashed the Black Stallion inside our spirits that we are forced to 
imprison.
Where you see the future shine in the polychromatic coral reefs. 
Where salt taste so sweet.
The beach where 5:00 A.M. is the precise time to live for an eternity and 6:00pm the 
precise time to leave it all behind and start all over again.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Perfect Company

A Perfect Company
By: Noel N. Villarosa


They are the big fish in a small pond
They received kudos and power widely
With their bunch of fives used as their wand
They dominate while sitting idly

Been tasked in carrying coals to Newcastle
Never saw them as cool as cucumber
The atmosphere of office is in chronically hassle
Mobility and formative years, they are there to encumber

World-weary, so he indulged into stargazing
That he was working in a peculiar place
Where people work with eternal bliss
Where no one to make shudder and no egotist displaying

Everyone is happy to comply with buoyant spirits
You feel as no stranger but as a longtime friend
Where giving recognition and importance have no limits
Different origins and cultures do blend

There were no rush works and pressures
No deadline to meet and sanction
All work harmoniously with pleasures
And get involved into another function

They were wearing white uniform
No shoes, all are barefooted
No pains to bear and no hurting words thrown
A feeling of living in your own homestead

The place is boundless in its beauty
Where children play with other creatures
No darkness, only eternal light and free from enmity
That you can rest in the placidity of its seashore

Then a meeting was called and everyone gathered in the garden
He was introduced by the man sitting on the throne
He saw the man’s face as magnanimous, charmingly simple and serene
A soothing voice and said, my son there is no contract signing to hold you own
Only love will bind us as one


Written and posted also in voicesnet.com poetry site: 4 January 2010


Details | Free verse | |

Minnesota Wild

<                                          Minnesota Wild

                                 Like its loon that cascades it's lakes


                                             Minnesota Wild

                                  Like it's black bear strong and fierce

                                            
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's deer and 12 point bucks

                                    
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's rivers and winding streams

                                              
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's mighty timbers and pines


                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's eagle that soars forever free


                                               Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's pheasant and wild turkey

                                 
                                               Minnesota Wild

                                       Like it's great northern pike 


                                               Minnesota Wild

                                    My anthem and illuminated theme





Entry For
John Heck's
Encore Contest
G.L. All

                            

                                   

                                 

                                 

                                 


Details | Free verse | |

The Fountain Garden

Amid the flowers ever blooming, ever fragrant,
Amid the stone pathways edged with brick,
Amid the gravel I peacefully walk over, 
Hearing the slight crunch beneath my feet,
Here lies color upon color of hanging baskets and garden trims.
Here lie bushes of color to draw me in.
Cooler air and peaceful, beauty surrounds me like a cocoon.
And amid this a fountain of gentle beauty I do not wish to leave soon.
A fountain that totally greets my senses.
The running of water, the bubbling and tumbling over stone.
I feel the peaceful sounds deep and close inside.
A bench begs me- “Stop. Rest your weary soul. Feel the peaceful sound.”
Here the songs of birds do greet me as they eat from feeders above and
Drink from the fountains below.
Their colored plumage and delicate flight adding to the beauty bestowed.
Other fountains with gurgling water entice me from place to place.
What beautiful shapes and designs do I anticipate to be next?
Beside what peaceful flow of water will I next seek my rest?
I linger and forget my travails as I mentally rest.
In this shadowed and cool garden I linger to hear sounds and see sights 
Never to forget.
As I continue the journey an occasional bench begs my senses- to stop again.
Feel the peace. See what is here.
Some fountains have hidden treasures to espy.
Statuary nymphs and frogs peak quietly from gentle foliage nearby.
I beg to know what animals traverse here in peace within this world.
My mind begs me to write words to describe such delights.
I am enveloped in a feast before, behind, and surrounding my senses.
A trellis begs my attention in lush smells sent to my nose.
A trellis of color and unusual design to add to my prose.
A water sprite beckons my indulgence to notice her again.
Finally the tumbling of water sends me forward to a new treat,
Begging of my senses the new treasures for to eat.
Each a joy to behold. Each adding to my wish to never leave.
Eventually the world will again bend me to my knees.
But a moment I have gained of beauty to behold.
A memory to take in my sojourn, as my life unfolds.
Memories that can bring me back to this peaceful place in my mind.
Though only a moment, I have gained something precious to behold.
I now carry within a pocket of my mind- a memory to bring me back to
The Fountain Garden.

CSEastman  


Details | Rhyme | |

I Went To Church Last Sunday


I Went To Church Last Sunday… I went to church last Sunday, and much to my surprise. I got up real early. It was just before the sunrise. I wanted to be with others in worship to my Lord. But when I arrived, so many there look so “bored.” When they were singing the songs, some didn’t seem to care. As I looked around, hardly anyone noticed I was there. By the time the people were asked to sing another song. Some greeted the worship leader with just another “yawn.” Did anyone really want to worship Jesus the risen king? Is church a place to simply “get bored with everything?” As the preacher arose to preach his “Sunday sermon best.” “Fill between the lines,” he said… This was to be the “test.” Shortly after the outlines were filled, there was a “closing prayer.” I noticed many of the people were “happy to get out of there!” I thought to myself as I left and walked out the door… “Is this what the true body of Christ meant for?” “Where is the sin-cleansing power of God I’ve heard about?” “Has the power of God in many churches been ‘kicked out?’” I pray that the presence of God will get a hold of our heart. May our worship for Jesus be evident… Right from the start! May our relationship with Christ be very important to us. May we give him our life! Our heart! And our trust! May our love for him not be a “boring Sunday experience.” May we serve HIM daily… Expecting a divine appearance! The Jesus I know is bigger than any denomination might be! And only his blood has the power to set men free! Serving and loving Jesus is an opportunity with living! A life in totally surrender to Christ is what we much be giving! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Narrative | |

Dedication to Everyone

I feel that I have found a home in this cyberspace
with full of hearts and ideas in a special place
I wonder of all the people in the world to make me smile
with antics that help me grow in every mile
I do want to say to all of the people with respect
because of all of you my mind is not in a wreck
I would lie if I did not get ideas from all of you
without you my poems would not come true
I bless everyone with care 
with kindness and without dis-pare
I hold my hands high and put them together
with this I bless you with good weather
I do read some of the poems that people put out
sometimes I feel with out a doubt
I feel the pain in the poems that some has revealed
with hopes that they can read with their mind not sealed
I smile a bunch with every word
it is like a music in my head making a cord
I do want you all to know that you have made my day
to be a better day in every different array
I cherish my time with all the people in my heart
the words flow in my mind is just but a start
I'm happy with everyone in PoetrySoup.com 
with hardship that came this cyberspace makes me calm
I cannot choose five cause if I do I don't think it's right
just to tell you that is just my own insight
I thank all for helping me grow with all the poems that are shown
with faith and humor, with views of kindness this site has grown

If I had to say or dedicate my poems to who 
would be the first five who reads my poems with a point of view


Details | Pantoum | |

Hey I Want To Play Too

<                                     office assistant she plays the role
                                       phones radio computer her job
                                       city county state as her clients
                                       trees animals traffic she responds
                                       phones radio computer her job
                                       spills decomposed flesh she acknowledges
                                       trees animals traffic she responds
                                       foremen walk in's to her no matter
                                       phones radio computer her job
                                       city county state as her clients
                                       spills decomposed flesh she acknowledges
                                       office assistant she plays the role
                                       
   


Entry For
Frank Herrera's
Sounds And Smells Contest
G.L. All


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

To Whom It May Concern

To Whom it may concern,
the chances of my letter reaching you
are as slim as a message in a bottle.
My words throttle in waves of desolate emotion.
As common at it may be,
the moral to the message at sea is "Chance".
To Whom it may concern,
the chances of my letter reaching you
are as slim as a baby walking without a waddle.
My words throttle in falls of desolate emotion.
As common as it may be,
the moral of the waddling baby is "Chance".
To whom it may concern,
the chances of my letter reaching you
are as slim as a sponsor less model.
My words throttle in bankrupts of desolate emotion.
As common as it may be,
the moral to the model's degree is "Chance".
To Whom it may concern,
The chances of my letter reaching you are slim.
Because of my desolate emotions, I try any how.
As common as it may be,
It's by chance that one day you might hear me
Sincerely, To Whom it may concern


Details | Quatern | |

Symbolic Icon's Flight

<                          Symbolic icon's flight abrupts
                            Arrow finds it's target's marking
                            blood curling like an volcano's erupt
                            world leader speaks vocal barking


                           Majestic crowns within a reach
                           symbolic icon's flight abrupts
                           For there are still own young to teach
                           under feathered wings that are cupped


                           Flightless viewing ones been corrupt
                           captured essance of feathered friend
                           Symbolic icon's flight abrupts
                           tears traces remain in the end 


                          Those who reach new found milestones
                          keep soaring way on up and up
                          for now I stay chilled to the bone
                          symbolic icon's flight abrupts





Tribute To The Bald Eagle


Also Entry For
DR. Ram's 
Quatern Contest 
G.L. All


Details | Couplet | |

Her Dusk

Viewing this vista of extraordinary scene Scenic she's creative in historic darkened means Meaningful silhouettes, black squared, dark undulations Undulated to her visitors, their close clanned relations Relative they may be, but so different in their norm Normally they would be, differential in their clans Clannish their panorama, now dusk before their dawn Dawn is when there's life, a new day has spawned Spawning oranges and reds, the dusk now bows to the suns wooing Wooing this extraordinary scene, now my eyes are viewing <> Not for Nette's contest, I just loved the image, and it's theme <>


Details | Haiku | |

Harvest Festival

aerial viewing
outstretched crows flying frenzy
harvest festival


Details | Limerick | |

Let's Get Ready For Some Football

<                                   let's get ready for some football .....    Ya !
                                     Eagles   verses    da   .....   Bears   Well ... then  Hey !       
                                     Here's kickoff ~ by     da .......    Bears
                                     Ohhhhhhhh !  fell  off ....  T  .....    Unfair
                                     Second  ..... blocked  .....  Eagles    7 - Nay !


                                                                      
                                     
                                     
                                    

                                    
Entry For 
Linda Marie's 
Let's Limerick Contest
G.L. All    



Tribute To Football


Details | Ballad | |

Starlit night

Starlit Night.

Way up there in the great North West
In a place called Exmouth town
I’m lying on a sandy beach
With sea so vast and grand,
And I’m waiting for the turtles
To beach and lay their eggs,
As the evening’s soft and balmy
And the sand’s a snug warm bed.

No turtles came ashore that night,
Cause folk were everywhere.
With too much foolish people noise,
Oh, so much din was there.
No turtle would be that insane,
It was like a circus show.
So me well I just settled down,
And went me with the flow.

I lay there looking at the skies,
And as the day went dim,
I saw the stars a gleam like jewels,
As me, I dived within.
And Venus glowing like a lamp
Reflected from the ocean.
Aphrodite did shine through her,
I could feel me loves devotion.

And Orion was above my head,
Three stars there in a row.
And above them was that greyish haze,
It was like a milky glow.
And that milky- way poured into me,
As I felt such mystery.
And in that mystic space so vast
I glimpsed me ecstasy.

Two hours passed, my mind was stoned ,
By the beauty of the night.
As the star of love shone so intense,
With no moon there in sight,
And I thanked the all so tenderly,
For the bliss I gained within.
I never saw no turtles there,
But I cleansed my mind of din.

2003


Details | Rhyme | |

My America

(This is another poem from childhood.)

Beyond majestic mountains high
golden fields of grain do lie.
Upon the face of stretching plains
rise mighty cities where refrains
ever musical do swell
as, in melody, they tell
endless tales of valor bold.
In the towns and cities old
lying in that sea of grain
dwells the heart and freedom's strain.
Ringing loud from mount to sea
it offers all humanity
equal rights and liberty.
Ever more shall live its fame --
My America is its name.


Details | I do not know? | |

Somewhere We Don't Know

Beneath this gloomy sky, I can feel the warmth of that shy sun hiding between the clouds,
while sick breezes of hope ached the loneliness the dwells in the heart, mercilessly
burned the only memory that’s left of tomorrow, and I .. I was just trying to smell the
air of the eclipsed dawn, trying to breathe what is remained to breathe till I cross the
finish line.

And a touch of grief brought tears to the eye, seeing the life that had been shrouded in
somewhere else, oh, what have I missed! What have I missed in this cruel land!

So many joys I saw that never were mine, so many pains that bruised my nights, yet I never
thought they will be mine, and still I yearn for a life I believe exists in somewhere we
don’t know.

And so I closed my eyes beneath the wings of night, departing away, forsaking my deluded
dreams, burying my soul with the ashes of love and life, with all the dust of what is left
behind, sleeping silently as if no one will ever know that I was here in somewhere they
don’t really know.

"I hope you enjoy it :)"
you can find all my writing at my blog website "Echoes"
http://echoes19.wordpress.com/


Details | Haiku | |

Wolf's Tongue

<                                  wolf tongue speaks at night
                                 search for prey has come to end ...
                                         howling escalates





Written by
Katherine Stella 11/16/11

Entry For
Deb Guzzi's Animal Haiku

I Chose The Wolf
My Home State
Is Minnesota
Wolf Pop Estimate 3020 Per D.N.R. 
Yikes

G.L. All


Details | Narrative | |

Summer Waterfall

Deep in the woods I hear an angel's lyrical call.
Tranquil and serene, a majestic summer waterfall.
Where the oaks and wildflowers shade the creek,
reflections fall to earth from rays of destiny,
refreshing my soul and setting my spirit free.
I smell the aroma of rain mixed with the paradise breeze.
Tranquil and serene, a natural wonder and rainbow of peace.
A cascading sparkling jewel,
above a wave rippling whirlpool.
Upon the wind rides the angel's lyrical call.
Tranquil and serene, a majestic summer waterfall.


Details | Kyrielle | |

Land of Old Glory

***************************************************************

I am Old Glory, a land of the golden west
I lie between the Atlantic blue, and a vast Pacific crest
Where freedom of speech and liberty is my God given right
Oh, Lord, keep my vision shining clear and bright!

I am the cornfields beneath the prairie sky
And the bluegrass where the rivers run high
A country made of men who dared to fight
Oh, Lord, keep my vision shining clear and bright!

I am snowcapped mountains that rise above the day
I am the right to live, the right to voice, the right to pray
I will not buckle beneath the strain, I will keep my faith in sight
Oh, Lord, keep my vision shining clear and bright

O’ land of mine, so proudly how you stand
A home for countrymen who came from other lands
Where hearts aspire freedom, and dreams are lifted high
Oh, Lord, keep my vision shining clear and bright!

I am youth’s ambitions yearning, in the restless springtime breeze
I am filled with hopes, where shelter lives, beneath the wintered eaves
I hold the torch of freedom, and the ever lasting light
Oh, Lord, keep my vision shining clear and bright!

***************************************************************
_____________________________________________________________
For Isaiah's Contest: Patriotic Poems


Details | Ghazal | |

God's Heavenly Mountain

Skeptal I still followed others up the mountain
Voices said do not fret for God speaks from this mountain


Valley and creeks and eagles that soar
Suitable for a me to continue climbing this God forsaken mountain

Time can be at nil for there my destiny awaits 
Tranquility bliss and solace of it's mountain

Relish with me if you will if you must if you can
Shout from the highest peaks of this skeptal mountain

There is a new day a new beginning and a new you
Only if you take this journey beyond God's Heavenly mountain








Details | Free verse | |

Partial Eclipse of the Sun seen in Ireland today

It was a majestic sunrise
as a honeyed circle rose behind tall silhouette trees
emanating wonder and peace
an apple sun
with a bite bitten
the garden of Eden flashed my mind
as a partial eclipse of the sun glowed
a very special good morning 
watching the moon circle the sun


Details | Pantoum | |

The Blue Knight { Pantoum }

<                                the city he calls his home the beat
                                  waiting for his next dispatched calling
                                  badge gun club cuffs and his new partner
                                  murder's rapes invasion calls to him
                                  waiting for his next dispatched calling
                                  alley's streets underground he searches
                                  murder's rapes invasion calls to him
                                  doctors lawyers fast food he's ready
                                  waiting for his next dispatched calling
                                  badge gun club cuffs and his new partner
                                  alley's streets underground he searches
                                  the city he calls his home the beat




Tribute To 
Police Officers 



Entry For
Jarred Pickett's
Pantoum Contest
G.L. All
                                  


Details | Acrostic | |

The Glades

<                                Better grab out the coco-butter
                                  Even those designer shades
                                  All hearts will begin to flutter
                                  Cause were off to the glades
                                  Hear me right for I did not stutter
                                  Best hurry up before the sun fades
                                  Look for keys later father did utter
                                  All aboard now we got it made
                                  Nothing like ocean's viewing I rather smother
                                  Knowing once again to return upon it's raid
                                  Each and every year oh my brother
                                  Think I will even bring the poor old maid
                                  Because she's like no other
                                  In her class she passes the grade
                                  Now get your head out of the gutters
                                  Grow up cause noone is getting laid
                                  Oh my goodness good crothers



Written by Katherine Stella
Entry For Linda Marie's
Beach Blanket Bingo
Acrostic Contest
G.L. All


Details | Limerick | |

Hardy by Name, Hardy by War

In History, Nelson fought the Spanish
This powerful Armada did vanish
My ancestor was in thrall
Kismet Hardy had a ball
No invasion, the infidels, banished


Details | Rhyme | |

You Little Stinker Devil's Echo

In forest you'll hear squak squak squak
May capture bears play
Or foxes cock-eyed walk walk walk
Down by waters bay

High in trees you'll hear owls owls owls
Just more feathered friends
But I love water fowls fowls fowls
So let's not this end


Miss Hood cried big bad wolf wolf wolf
I just stared and laughed
Seeing deer prints from hoofs hoofs hoofs
Think she's needs skunks bath



As many stanzas as you like.The last 3 words of each 8 syllable line are the same, to create the echo. These can be 1 or 2 syllable words, so long as the line is 8 syllables long. Syllable Count......8.5.8.5. etc.
Rhyming Sequence.......a.b.a.b. c.d.c.d. e.f.e.f. etc.



Details | I do not know? | |

Why was I sexually abused

Why was I sexually abused
 I’ve never been the same since I was used
Why was I sexually abused 
I didn’t realise I myself accused
It must have been my fault 
must be something I have done
Why has this happened to me
 Why am I the one
Why do I feel all this pain
I feel so unclean 
Oh can’t I  please feel clean again
Why was I sexually abused 
I wondered since that time
Even I myself accused


But now since times gone by
 I see two victims not just one
I see that it was me 
and there was another one
There is one who looks for someone to devour
There is one who is greedy for the power
When someone hurts someone
There are two victims
 two victims not just one
They are being used as just a pawn
 by the one that evil one
But now I know I can forgive 
the one who was a victim just like me
I can forgive
 so myself I can be free
Free to soar in places 
I have not seen
Free to soar in places 
I have never been
Because at last I see 
who was really hurting me
And I feel so sad 
for the one who did the deed
Forgive them Lord all they need is you
Forgive them Lord 
create in them a heart that’s new
Forgive them Lord 
for the thing in which they took a part
I forgive them Lord
 from the bottom of my heart
Forgive them Lord 
take them to another place
Forgive them Lord 
let them seek and find your precious face



Details | Couplet | |

Coco For Ten

<                               Coco was his name
                                 Spider monkey all the same

                                Dad worked for zoo
                                Feeder of Coco too


                               Brought the little guy home
                               Boy did Coco love to rome


                               Droppings here and there
                               Mom  covered up his dairy - air

   
                               Shoulders he did seek
                               Knocking  younger ones off their feet


                                Bananas and salted nuts
                                Made Coco dance and strut

                               
                               Each day a animal of new
                               Dad brought home from the zoo

             
                               But the one I'll remember the most
                               Was coco who shared my daily toast





Tribute To 
Como Park Zoo
St Paul Minnesota

Coco And Daddy




Can You Imagine
A Monkey Playing
With 10 Kids  LOL

                                 


Details | Couplet | |

HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS



heirloom roots dart unto tropical spaces seven thousand islands stitched by dainty laces where ripples of meadows form formless there, lovely women gather milkfish with kindness of gumamela leaves sun-kissed, peach-dressed. On tinted valleys, a gathering of eagles astonished; forests of green brush coconut - combed tresses and temperate sky curls into sunset wishes while crickets are led to peaks of tobacco embers. Billowing grass huts cling to the clang of village pails as serenades of tanned guitars speak of folk tales, till rustic gaiety shifts rice grains open to gliding unto coastlines made of Asian waves rambling. A paradise on miles and miles of Pacific heredity her limbs swaying into pearl necklaces so daintily, such movement my lips burst of hibiscus seeds a grandeur spread on a carpet of ancestral beads. This is my morning and night broth, my daily gland miles of guava trees dwelling…my birth mark, homeland. © *gumamela—a hibiscus plant found in Asia * my country is the Philippines SKAT's MY LAND IS MY HOME contest by nette onclaud


Details | Sonnet | |

Kiss This

<                              master of disguise menacing havoc
                                I fear not your pronged fork and wooden stick
                                but one illuminates from presents sight
                                tis I carries master key whom ends plight


                               brushstroke if must with your evilness twist
                               for I stand strong from an Hevenly bliss 
                               poke and probe away with your woven schemes
                               tis I'll be the one laughing though it seems 


                               your inferno fire from gates of hell
                               diminished by just one shake from this bell
                               so bring on your barriers and good grief's
                               tonight I'll be the one with good night's sleep 


                               sowing not fear of satin's smitten grasp
                               but turning check telling to kiss thy ass




Entry For
Thvia Shetley's
The Devil Made Me Do It
Sonnets Only Contest
G.L. All


Details | Sonnet | |

I Frame

I Frame 

As sure as I stand in the mixed of this garden, 
Glimmering gold falls to the earth by my call. 
Many are great and then some are a bit small. 
I release magnets clutching an obscene pardon. 

It is like balancing a beam that only I will harden. 
I wrap myself into a silver plated resilient shawl. 
Person place and time steadily climb up to maul. 
It’s a give or take rejection expected to turn on. 

One day ye shall see, 
My Moon half drawn, 
Ye see it was all of me. 
Your Sun will be gone. 

Only one Star shall rise up above my name. 
It’s a special place inside my heart I frame! 

®Registered: Ann Rich 2007 



Details | Haiku | |

Colorado



               in colorado
   the geese recall the last time
     we threw crumbs on pond

                5/6/2014


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part I

Gathering grey clouds
Whip crack of frothing thunder
Is this Africa?


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Going Home

What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men

We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge

Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.

The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.


Details | Free verse | |

The Green River

She slips from the sleeping ice.
Green, fresh, free to flow
through the great fjord.
Past the blue mountains.

She glides smoothly
over the rocks with glee,
covering them with her cool touch.
Tall evergreens cheer her on.
Waving as she courses down her chosen path,
carrying life. 

All the while never tiring!
Surging forward to join the others like her.
This vast journey ,
will not end till she reaches
The Great Shores.

Her journey is joyful.
Touching all on her banks,
leaving the gift of life in her wake.


Details | Limerick | |

Miss Priss

<                           once there was a boss we called miss priss
                             like to give orders with snap of wrist
                             file fax make coffee
                             phones radio golly
                             when not looking I blow her big hiss


Details | I do not know? | |

Softer Toilet Paper

In this bathroom of Dr. Heath's,
The tissues so tough you grit your teeth.

No soft toilet paper anywhere to be found,
By the time you get through, how does Charmin sound?

You wipe with sandpaper til you bleed,
Soft toilet paper your bottom will need.

In this kit, relief  you will find
From toilet that is much more kind!


Details | Tanka | |

Hush Now { Tanka X Three }

<     falls bright foliage
reflects own mirrored images 
       off motionless lake
clusters of billowing white
filter from chimmeny's home stacks

                                                                                                                                      
red gold brown and green
illuminating snapshots
etched in minds own eye
transferred to painting canvass
under moon's and stars dance theme



the winds of gallows
taunt not the sleeping forest
with your shivery 
hush hush this one silent night
don't wake the sleeping giant 



Entry For 
Amy Green's
Enchantment Of Fall's
Tanka A Moment
G.L. All


Details | Free verse | |

Color of a Man's Character

The Color of a Man’s Character
We all bleed
And cleave to 
Those we leave

We all smile when we are greeted
And cry when we are mistreated

Why do we choose to abuse others 
For the color of their skin?

Why do we think that only 
Our own color should win?

We’re all the same underneath 
We all deserve peace 
When we lay down to sleep

Love one another while you can
Show your son how to be gracious
The color of a man’s character 
Is how he treats his fellow Man.


Details | Monoku | |

Heartbeat Is A Love Beat { Broken Monku }

<                 seventh grade third hour spelling teacher
             

                                    heartbeat is just a silly love beat








Tribute To
Teenage Crushes
On Teacher's LOL


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The Bird Is The Word

<                   encircling mountain's crest... the mighty eagle .. soars

                     amidst wetlands standing erect the blue huron
                     toppling muskrat homes waiting for mice and shrews
                     colonies emerge shrub trees and lagoons to bond
                     butterflies flutter medows of greenish hues
                     snaphots taken afar this is all I could do

                     catails ~ sway ~ sounds ~  thunder
                     pheasants fly off in frenzy
                     braided and despaired
                     yet forges right on ahead
                     they live see another day

                     night ~ time's ~ calling ~ for ~ the ~ wise ~ old ~ owl
                     bidding feathered friends well ado's


A combination of Monoku, Quintain {English }
Tanka & Crystalline For
Constance LaFrance's For {Four } Beautiful Birds Contest
Written by Katherine Stella
5/8/2011  



                 
                     
                     
                               

                     

                     


Details | Couplet | |

Dirty Dan

<                             Driving along in my automobile
                               Seen homeless man holding sign will work for his meals

                               Should I stop or should I just Go !
                               Should I give Or Should I just say hell No !

                              But what if that was me
                              Crying out with such pitty

                              Not knowing where to get next meal
                              Three kids crying at worn out heels

                             Cardboard boxes to call our home
                             Dumpster diving for pieces of foam

                             Think I'll give him a piece of my pot
                             Opened wallet and gave him alot

                             A nice twenty came on out
                             Wiped out was his sadden pout

                              
                             Drove by an hour later
                             Homeless camp wiped off roadmarks slatter

                             
                             Wonder where dirty Dan had now roamed
                              Just hope he finds a better suitable home


Details | Acrostic | |

ROMANCE

                                  ROMANCE

Riveting words written, imprint vivid visions in our minds.
Often leaving a brand upon our soul. Majestic places, heartfelt
Memories, and feelings oh so tender, are created, forever treasured in
A special, sacred place all our own, where we can always embrace,
Nearby, or faraway, outloud or in secret, shared or kept to ourselves.
Cherrished deeply, just a word, a verse, or a phrase written of 
Epic grandure. Each word, kept silent or spoken, is a riveting romance secured.


Details | Free verse | |

AYE IRELAND

Aye Ireland -
king of the ol’ plains,
ye beacon us back to 
the land of shamrocks,
wid yer pubs-n-ale,
mates and song,
and Celtic traditions
wid Gaelic delight.

Aye Ireland,
on Saint Patty’s Day 
ye awaken us 
to yer majestic beauty,
panoramic shores,
tranquil life,
courageous history 
and aye, 
yer lovely Irish maidens.

Aye Ireland –
through trails 
and tribulation
yer sparkle endures.
Ye embrace faith,
play hard,
laugh hardy
feel yer hearts wid joy
and love 
wid deliberation 
and purpose.

Aye Ireland -
beautiful Ireland,
king of the ol’ plains –
ye beacon us.

bhí dhá labhra budh rí ar seanchlár


Details | Verse | |

How The West Was Won

<                         O ye how the west has gone won
                           now wipe those trails of tears my son
                           dance the ring of fire for fun
                           speak and learn native ways
                           learn not to speak with riffles gun
                           rustle bacon beans  Hey !






Written By Katherine Stella 7/3/11


Entry For Dr Ram's 
Rime Couee's Contest
G.L. All


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Let's Have A Party

<                                       wedding's party together
                                         leave space missing attendents
                                         brides grooms best man maids honor
                                         forget not thy rings

                                                                                  
                                         
                                         petals strewn on red carpet 
                                         notable winks for moms dads
                                         confetti strewn high in air
                                         board open carriage



Entry For 
Dr's Ram Mehta's 
Wedding Rehearsal
Dodoitsu Contest  
GL All


Written by Katherine Stella
5/8/2011


Details | Rhyme | |

The Beach At Eby Rd - - - My Quiet Place

 
The Ocean breeze soothes me. The sound of waves relaxes me. Soft sand between my toes, collecting unique driftwood to make crafts, beachcombing is my "quiet place". You can't live on an island and not love the water. I can sit and watch boats sailing by or watch eagles soaring in the sky. The beach is where I go to sooth my soul and find my inspiration. ~~~~ The Beach at Eby Rd.~~~~ (my quiet place) At the end of the road, I park, leaving my shoes behind. I walk along the sandy beach. All troubles leave my mind. I breathe in the sweet ocean air, raise my face to the sun. Inspiration flows through my veins. Another poem's begun.
for Sara Kendrick's contest "My Quiet Place"


Details | Free verse | |

Remains Of A Driveway

Through you I seek to know:
What happened once below?

You ferns of resistance, I see you
Mixing it upward with 
A firm stance. 
(Such steely green weeds
Do smirk indeed
Above the empty path of horizon’s eye,
Blackened to nowhere).

What, though, do I see in you?

(A path lies vacant and wanting,
A land once named upon a dream;
A barren place now daunting,
Neglected and unseen).

Where is your truth?

(Does it rest within your clumsy bud’s dance
With a tertiary sky,
Or a raucous from your stem’s windward need 
To lead)?

Oh No.

I do believe:
It is your roots of defiance!

To know Home in no shame;
To forge through scarred soil with no blame!

Such courage you have:
To reap the shifting tar of fickle men, 
And safely hasten away 
From the notion of never again!

(Thirty some years have stood and fell
Yet…
Your quiet presence lives to tell
This hell,
Once known,
As Love’s canal).  

Oh eager green,
 I wish you well.


Details | Elegy | |

My Kashmir Burns (Part 1)

I picture Kashmir through lightened KL. News of another massacre darkens my eyes
Winds are thirsty there. They continue to taste the young blood.
I groom myself with exquisite things,
Sipping ice tea in ac room, I comfort myself
And Kashmir burns. Kashmir set ablaze

I can smell the warm blood of beaten corpse
Where from winds bought this smell. Somewhere Karbala reborn.
Mosques are being slammed
There windows stoned. And the black boots leave their footprints on Mimber
Even God judges on evidence
There is one Imaam left now; he hides her daughters in his shadow
A blunt knife in his hands; soon he will sacrifice them to keep their innocence
Kashmir is burning. Kashmir is bleeding
And I write.

Army jeep chases the tracks. To find the associated bodies
They are alive now. Soon they will be dead
From Patan to Sopor, And in narrow passages of nostalgic downtown
Ghosts of curfew
Haunt the houses for young souls.

From the Kupwara cantonments, search lights chase emptiness
Nothing is left now. Search lights can’t see inside the graves
A boy there went missing for two days. His father starts digging his grave.
I put my earphones on and I close my eyes. I sleep
While my Kashmir is ablaze
“It’s me poor farmer’s son. Kupwara’s charm, I feel no pain”.
I see him so alive in my dreams.
He chants songs of Mahjoor from his burnt lips. My hands shiver. He has no finger nails.
I see his smoke tanned skin. Same as that of Khayam’s barbeques
He stands at a distance from me. I can still smell kerosene
“Tell my mother to let her heart become cold. Her heart will not bear my state.
Tell my mother to let her eyes become blind. Her eyes will not withstand my sight.”
I follow him towards his tortured body. He tells me to follow the spilled blood.
His blood has made its own Jhelum. I row on it. Until it gets lost in black boots
The story will turn into legend. I find his body no more.

On the streets silence prevails. Nobody has permission to wail.
Sisters are beatifying coffins while brothers look for stones.
For bullets there will be stones
Kashmir is ablaze. She is wailing in grotesque tones.
In Lal Ded hospital a new born cries: Father register me at cantonment then take me out
Death is recruiting in dozens at a time.
Tomorrow is curfew. Death has no curfew pass.
How they want to identity you. Becomes your identity
People burn up all you identity cards.


Details | Acrostic | |

Autumn

<                            Aerial excursion ride
                              Using buoyant enforcment to go way up high
                              To capture natures dance with an naked eye
                              Understanding winters brushstroke is so close by
                              Making it difficult to chose one that makes me sigh
                              Naughty or nice  I'll just give thanks to Heavens Big Guy



Written By
Katherine Stella 9/2/2012

Entry For Francine Roberts
Autumn Acrostic Contest 
G.L. All


Details | Free verse | |

My Handsome King

My Handsome King
Your royal palms gently wave
 at me each time I see you,
I have to blush 
each time they do.
 
Your sugar white beaches moan
 for my feet to greet 
them each time we meet.
My feet move to the beat 
of salsa when they
 remember you.
 
Your gentle breezes caress my 
hour glass hips each
 time I run to you.
They rock me like a baby
 when I sail over 
your bright 
blue waters.
 
Your bright moonbeams create 
a halo around my head 
as I shake my long golden
 hair to say hello to you. 
They dance around like a drunken
 gypsy with the sparkly stars
 up above as I take my
 midnight stroll with you.
 
Your regal art deco
 buildings of pastel
stand at attention, 
every time I dream 
of your streets of gold.

Your sun's rays of warm
 glory tickle my 
bare breasts gently 
as I rest my body on the
 safety of your 
heavenly sands.
 
I humbly bow my 
head to you with honor,
for your sweet 
whispers of hospitality
have overtaken me, 
my Majestic King
 of the South Beaches. 
Miami, you are my 
handsome, winter friend.


Details | Lyric | |

Last Night This Canalbank Was Home

Last night, this canal bank was home
I see the tossed newspapers blow
And a solitary brown blanket lie
Where not all that long ago
Someone slept... but they were not camping
This was home last night
And, as I approach the bridge
I see him sitting there... on my right...

Hes old and weezened, lights a cigarette
Or at least his best to do so he does try...
And I ever the Christian full of compassion
Keep my distance and hurry by.


Details | I do not know? | |

Dust of Africa

For ever- and a thousand years, Africa has been our home,
and when our ancestors returned to dust, they became her fertile loam.
So the dust of the deserts and of the plains is part of our ancient line,
and their age-old voice has whispered to us, from before the beginning of time.
 
Their spirit’s calls out, for you to return, and visit them if you will,
so you finally came back,  to the cradle of man, to answer this ancient pull.
By now you know, the fate I warned, has inevitably come to pass-
that the dust of Africa has filtered in, and found its way to your heart!
 
Now the ancient motes of the ancient land, evermore will be
embedded in your head, and  in your heart, where you may think none can see
-but the ancients know, that your visit home has made you, for the first time, whole
and that the land of your fathers, fathers, father is now infused in the depths of your soul.

So they will sing in your sleep, to their dust in your veins, more sweetly than ever before
till you return once again, to journey with them through the land that gave birth to us all

Russell Gammon


Details | Limerick | |

Trader Joe

<                           once there was a man named trader Joe
                             could do nothing with hair so let grow
                             under big coonskin hat
                             fleas tick and his pet rat
                             mercantile's just say Oh Hell No


                            once there was saloon name lucky spur
                            where traders brought in their hunted furs
                            in walks old trader Joe
                            miss Molly said let's go
                            now both itch scratch from leftover burrs


Details | Verse | |

Angel Of Stone

~~



I wandered on through gated stone through lavish beauty where wild flowers roam A place of rest where beauty cries and angelic hymns flutter pastel skies Along the path of purest rose where sunbeams dance and poetic thoughts roam I rest for a mere moment to marvel at grace in a place of angelic flight where eternity lay.....


Details | I do not know? | |

Season In Reflection

Chase not what was autumn time,
Its vibrant colors that had once adorned.
Now fades away as the winter mourns.
But to savour thoughts like a fine old wine.

Across valley deep over moors and hill,
The Norse wind on his steed doth roar.
Through nook and cranny and frame of door,
With breath of ice like steel.

Ice maid for you enchant us so,
As you lay your cloak of winter down.
Across sleepy hamlets and the bustling towns,
Vestige remnants of the year now go.

© N Windle 2009


Details | Lanterne | |

Wind Song

 <                                              wind
                                               howling
                                             treed forest
                                             echoes linger
                                                 songs


                                                 dance
                                               one two
                                           three and four
                                           to me it's plain
                                                square





Written By Katherine Stella 9/5/11
Entry For Nette Onclaud's
Turn On The Lanterne
G.L. All
                                      
     
 


Details | Rhyme royal | |

The Wisdom of Angels

Do unto others, as you would have done. Listen for guidance, while up comes the sun. Quietly, softly as you sit and pray, you’ll feel in your heart, they have plans for your day. Bask in the goodness their presence imposes; just listen for signs, until the day closes. Savor the people, the places and things, and all of God’s creatures, whatever He brings. For unto your path that you walk, you’ll soon see, God’s message unfolding for what you’re to be. If you feel a slight tug, just follow their guide. Your actions of goodness will come from inside. The wisdom of Angels is here in our lives. They’re constantly working to relieve our strife. Soft and furious the candlewick dances. Our lives are filled with second chances. Believe that Angels are caring for you, especially when you’re feeling blue. Whatever your worries, whatever your fright, just meditate lovingly, on the candles dancing light. Then let your eyes wander to God’s beauty outside; and know that your Angels will be your guide. Ask them to stay with you throughout your day, when you are working and even at play. Moments of silence renews our souls! Carry this goodness and watch what unfolds. We all are so busy, but if we take time, we’ll come to the place where we’ll feel sublime. Breathe it, allow it, feel it, dream it, know in your heart and then you will see it. The wisdom of Angels is a present from God. He sends them to you with a wink and a nod. It’s a playful and kind and loving thing, to be touched by an Angel, will make your heart sing! B E L I E V E !!!!! Michelle D. ©4/28/2011


Details | Limerick | |

Twelve Seconds

<                    Once was a bartender named Louie
                      Thought my tales story was quite screwy                                     
                      Asked how many seconds
                      Was in year he reckons
                      Twelve shouted out by cousin dewey







Entry For
Confession To A Bartender


                                  


Details | Rhyme | |

The Thread That Binds

A little boy and an ant became great friends one day. 
But how to live drew them apart, and this is how they ran astray:

In the Ant’s heart was strict authority and constant work each day.
Why wasn’t the boy following someone, collecting for the food array?
The ant would always build everything in exactly the same proven way.
The anthill was underground and protected them perfectly every day.
Not adding to the hive was a crime, no one would ever think to display.
He knew every thing would be perfect, if everyone did their job and obeyed.

But the boy wanted to build bridges and trestles, just like his Dad, each day.
All of them out in the open, none of them under ground or hidden away.
And inventiveness came with the notice, of new and exciting things in daily play.
His life was really cool, not boring, as standing in a line would convey.
He’d invent, and ponder, and build in exciting, new ways, to fit each new byway.
Quick minded, and resilient he’d build, many fascinating and unique causeways.

The boy and the ant eventually went away, not happy with how the other lived.
They thought the other shortsighted and scorned, at what the other could give.
But they went away without realizing, how very similar were their lives.
For each would spend their time endeavoring to help others with their drive.
But understanding is a harder concept than building a bridge or storing food.
It takes a true gift to see the world as others do…

The moral to this story is really quite easy for all to see…
You can’t expect others to live their lives the way you want them to be.
Here, each was adding to their different world, only they could see.
While one was building for a smaller, singular hive…
The other was building for the hive of mankind.


Details | Free verse | |

Shameless Self-Promotion

Here they go again.
anything to win,
indulging
in shameless 
self-promotion.
layin’ it on thick, 
	makin’ sure it sticks,
		slappin’ it on like lotion.

“click my stuff,
and I’ll click yours too.
wanna feel like the best 
even though 
it ain’t true?”

back n’ forth complements
are so self defeating.
inflating other’s heads for praise 
is a blatant way
of cheating.

“do unto others”
but don’t lie, 
to boost their ego.
misleading them 
to raise their hopes 
should clearly be illegal.

no need to read 
a word
of their work
while scratching their backs 
bare.
skimmin’ 
	skippin’ 
		scannin’…
all’s fair
in tactical 
warfare.

poets thought to be adored 
while chewin’ truth’s gristle.
before you swallow,
broke a tooth that hurt
like a damn 
lit 
missile. 

feeding on lines 
with hidden agendas 
is worse
than bein’ ignored.
cuz’ when you find 
copy n’ pasted comments, 
your hopes 
are sadly floored.

how about 
reading and endorsing work
you actually enjoy,
instead of 
feedin’ folks a line of crap 
laced with praise 
and “atta-boys!”


Details | Rhyme | |

I Am There

I'll be there watching when you awake,
this silent morning on Christmas day.
The children plaing in the snow,
I'll be there too, I hope you know.
The snow drops falling, that is me.
I'm the one that kissed your cheek.
I'll see your tears silently fall,
though you will not see me at all.
The childrens laughter fills the air.
I hear it all, I am there.
The garland and lights that trim the tree,
the bright star on top, that is me.
I hear the distant church bells ring.
I hear the angels sweetly sing.
I see your sadness and dispair.
I feel your heart and I am there.
Now dry your tears and wipe your eyes.
You will keep my spirit alive.
Remember when we use to be,
and cherish then the memory.
I see the children full of joy,
and watch them playing with their toys.
The house is full, people everywhere,
and in the corner an empty chair.
I am there.
Then everyone has taken their place,
and gathered around the table for grace.
Look outside through the falling snow,
I'm the one with the halo.
I am there.


Details | Quatrain | |

A Nature Walk

Stop for a moment, to only admire The wondrous, warm world, where I do reside; These gigantic trees do serve to inspire, Notice the beauty, with nothing to hide. The golden orb shines through neon-clear leaves, From the canopy falls a single drop Of dew that is unstirred by any breeze, landing on my palm with a tiny 'plop'. Next is the meadow, so spacious and fair, Filled with daffodils, and fat buzzing bees. This fantastic scene, tends Nature with care, Yet Home must I go, now back to the trees, For with this family, I must be sure, Found at Home to make a nice, hot breakfast, Since my love for them, is ever so pure, So I bid farewell, as I'm Home at last.


Details | Free verse | |

A Poem for her Majesty the Queen on her Jubilee


To be English above all is not just a given, from the beginnings of time to the new world position.

It is of bravery and honour that has built the empire we know, that no matter what we may face no matter how big the enemy or challenge we will not quiver we shall not shudder nor walk away, our upper lip will remain stiff and the lions heart our enemy will feel in protection of Queen and country.

In a world of corruption and deceit, floundering morals as sources try to wash them away, inside this mayhem will always lay a loyal army to her Majesty and country that will fight tooth and nail to protect.
No matter the hatred or non believers we shall not fall. 

The most powerful family in the world that has ruled through generations of change and is echoed through the story of time this is my promise to you your Majesty we will always be here waiting on your every word to follow and serve as your loyal army. 

May GOD save the Queen and protect her people through time,
For we are ENGLAND . .  full of love . . . full of Pride! 


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Arabian Paradise

Maa’mool winds wash over me
In antique moonlight I merge with the spirit of Wadi Shab
Following the worn paths through the orchards
To discover the hidden mysteries of Mibam
Commonplace melodies of the qanun and maqrum
Become new again passing my ears
Dancing sweet Arabia off the ancient walls
A midnight song of prayer sung to no one and everyone
A resonate stone rippling my very soul
Looking skyward the heavens reveal
Familiar skies of the desert navigators
A tapestry of moments past, now, and eternity
Yet only for myself
These small memories I forever commit
As I swim in the sweet pools of Wadi Shab
Gazing high into the desert night
To the waning Arabian moon
While maa’mool winds wash over me




NOTE:
Maa'mool is a sweet Middle Eastrern incense
Wadi Shab is a beautiful paradise like place outside of the ancient city of Mibam
A Qanun and a Maqrun are Arabian instruments, one is a "double clarinet" the 
other is a stringed instrument.


Details | Rhyme | |

" Brave decisions Make differences "

How many comments
To praise many writes
Have been posted on
This quite incredible site
 
How many comments
Need not said at all
But said they are
As their credence falls
 
Brave decisions Make differences
To eradicate the references
That bring this site into disrepute
As one by one, the Poets shoot
 
Our words we share for them to read
And in their reads their comments feed
Not to down, only to say
As many poems come their way
In various forms and many words
To be polite and not absurd
 
This Poetry site we have to save
Or we become the vulgars slaves
Struck down by a poisoned pen
Thank goodness there's not many of them
 
So at the helm, please read the above
Bring the site back to the one we love
This Poetry Soup family are here to stay
To write and read, on our choice of day
 
 


Details | Limerick | |

Just Wait Until I Get Home

<                        once popped cork on bottle of red wine
                          hit brother in eye oh how it did shine
                          seen him go pick up bat
                          boy did I ever scat
                          right to canadian's boarder line

                          feeling like her dansel in-distress
                          along came three county mounties best
                          asked if nipping bottle
                          at fast paces throttle
                          answered yes now did I pass your test


                           tossed in pokie for now twenty days
                           poor ole missy now won't and get laid
                           darn brother wins again
                           wearing smitten hugh grin
                           wait until that welt begins to fade  




Written 6/20/11

Entry For Francine Robert's
Bottle Of Wine
Limericks Only Contest
G.L. All


Details | Verse | |

I Write

I write about the things I know
Sometimes it’s places that I’ve been
Or, maybe places I would go 
If I’d find time to now and then.

But mostly I write what I see.
A description lives inside of me
That forms a picture, but in words,
To reproduce in simple verse.

It might rhyme, if I’ve the time.
But, mostly I’m an artist poor,
With words for color, nothing more.

Poems that must have rhyme and reason,
Sometimes, just don’t fit the season.

Poets must be given freedom
To express feelings without borders.
We’re not soldiers given marching orders.

So I write of nature and man,
And try to rhyme it when I can.

But sometimes trees and birds and clouds
Will send me to a place I go,
Deep within my mind.
And there, with pen and paper, 
I’ll see what I can find.

Like ships and trains and oil rigs,
I scribe around the clock,,, tic toc….
Like books and babes and butterflies,
Just because,,,that’s why,,that’s what…


Details | Blank verse | |

The Valley of Bones - Chitake Springs

Lives passing by like a mirage
Stick images move through haze
The view is hard on your gaze

Footprints embedded in the ground
Echoes of the a time when life had a sound 
Rolling in on hooves like thunder
Water draws the wildlife, like flies to a corpse in this valley of dry bones.

Chitake Springs, land of valleys, ridges, ravens, and dust.
Baobabs, sunsets, and elephant bulls in must.
Feelings come in with rain and are blown away with the wind. 

Water draws life to its brim.
Life without it is pretty grim.
The river creates curved contours in the land 
Painted in browns, yellows, and muddy blues in the sand.
Its colors melt together, soothing, and brewing.

Windy days and water bubbling
deep down in the belly of the earth.
As the heat sets in and the dust clouds grow.
The conflict of the titans comes to blows.

Brought with tension and strife, 
Like distance thunder and rumbles,
tell of animals in strength of numbers.

As buffalo climb clumsily down the cliffs and valleys into the watery grave,
Eyes of predators peer from the bush as their prey 
Strides to the sweet cool relief of the water
Little do they know that they are like sheep heading for the slaughter

As the heads of weary animals go down to drink, 
tough though their determination be to savor every drop.
A presence they can’t escape is luring 
Nerves on edge and fear brewing

The paws of death stalk with lighting precision
Until the animals are in clear vision
With an almighty dash of speed the chase is on
The game of life and death has just begun

Chitake Springs, drama is never far
Spoken of with a breath of excitement and terror
No one is ever quite sure of what to expect
Life is a balance of chance; this is the secret that is well kept


Details | Tyburn | |

sunset slumber

corvette

sunset

blanket

allset

raced to beach, parked corvette, sunset glows!
stretched out on soft blanket;allset--doze.


Dr. Ram's  Tyburn contest


Details | Free verse | |

Serenity Beach

Mystic beauty of the sky,
high above the eagle cries.
Tranquil sands beneath my feet,
reminding me of nature's peace.
Blending beauty all in one,
with silent moments under the sun. 
The silence of Serenity Beach,
and calmness of the open sea,
whispers from the solem breeze.
Breathing in the salty air,
the wind brushes through my hair.
With tranquil moments under the sun,
soon this day is over and done.
Waves in tune with melodies,
and peacefulness surrounding me.


Details | Senryu | |

His Majesty

<                                                symbolic ~ icon
                                     representing .... Red ~ White ~ Blue
                                         the ~ Great    ~       Bald .....  Eagle










Tribute To
The Bald Eagle


Details | Limerick | |

To Patrick, I thank

When I was just a little boy
Aged seven I had so much joy
In Commander Job I was so fond
He was Ian Fleming's James Bond
A war hero, he's the real McCoy






* When I was seven years old, I had the privilage of staying with
   Patrick Dalzel-Job, feel free to copy and paste his link *

   http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Dalzel-Job


Details | I do not know? | |

Senorita Sorrow ( Spanish Rain )

Any teardrops that I can borrow?
In those Spanish eyes of yours
In those big brown Spanish eyes
of yours
 
 
Senorita Sorrow
Can you run away with me tomorrow?
We can chase our dreams around
And make love
And start wars
In those Spanish eyes of yours
In those big brown Spanish eyes
of yours
 
You have never lived
It's very hard to explain
I got lost in Senorita Sorrow
somewhere in San Sebastian, Spain
somewhere in her Spanish eyes
somewhere in the Spanish rain
 
We had the time of our lives
But she cried there on the train
She couldn't hold back the pain
She knew there was no tomorrow
My Sweet Senorita Sorrow
As she stepped out into the 
Mid-September Spanish Rain





Details | Lyric | |

Local strangers

On this journey
I will not come with you.
I will stay here,
sitting on eagle’s stone of Epos.
Wingless but illuminated.

Surveying the tangerine trees of Kampos
and the red stone houses.
The gained ground of my ancestors
that become rosy-hued in the horizon 
from Tsesme  and beyond.

Chewing the mastic from Olympus, 
that gathered by your hands.

Getting drunk 
with Ariousios wine, 
from grapes that stepped by your legs.

I shall stay here.
To give you back your homeland 
that for centuries now 
you walk on as foreigners.


Details | I do not know? | |

Don't worry about tomorrow

As I set here just remenessing
I thank God for his large blessing
I think of bygone days and the present
I remember living on this mountain as a small boy
It seemed my days were filled with much joy
From  age of seven, eight and nine
I thought life was just fine
I would stay on this mountain for three more years 
Then came shocking news, I was full of fears
My family moved, it seemed to me, to a distant land
I was confused and sad, and did not understand
From a very small one room schoolhouse
I went to a much larger one, and was quiet  as a mouse
Then I realized I had started my long journey of a lifetime 
But with my persistence, and Gods help, I would do just fine
And now as I start my twilight years
God has taught me "don't have those many fears"
And now God lets me temporarily enjoy
This very mountain I enjoyed as a boy
He says don't worry about tomorrow
You may not even have one sorrow
             By Buzzie'
             Oct 2001


Details | Free verse | |

ReEarth

These times are near their totality
It is not because of man’s impudence
It is not of man’s desire for change
It is just time, and time…
For the will of time’s maker
 
A time for newness
An epoch for a re-Earth
Time for reconciliation
An era of restoration of Eden
Time for oneness of purpose 
 
Time for a new world system 
And a new social order 
A Time according to His promise
And In this Time, 
Uprightness is to reside
 
...and
Mourning dew’s teardrops will dry
...and 
Floras shattered spines will straighten
...and
Our mental tempests will dissipate
...and
The arid regions of our hearts will bloom
 
I hope to see you there...


Details | Quatrain | |

All Natural

<                                   earth ~ third planet from sun
                                     liquid and iron ~ cores
                                     continents  ~  islands  ~  pun
                                     arctic  icing  ~  drips pores

                              
                                    wind  ~  natures own fury
                                    flow gasses ~ bulk movements
                                    storm ~ hurricane ~ jury
                                    place in pocketbook ~ dent


                                    fire ~ oxidation
                                    combustion ~ releasing 
                                    heat ~ light ~ good ~ tar nations
                                    pollution ~ choking ~  thing


                                    water ~ called H2O
                                    oxygen ~ hydrogen
                                    evaporation ~ goes
                                    will exceed supply ~ when ?

      
                                   earth ~ wind ~ fire ~ water
                                   Nature's elements   ~ sure 



Entry For
Barbara Gorelick's
The Four Elements Contest
G.L. All
    
                                    
                           


Details | Haiku | |

Your Going Down

<                           beneath waterfall
                        let your troubles wash away ... 
                             cesspool is waiting





Entry For John Freeman's
The Precept Natures Haiku
G.L. All


Details | Imagism | |

GENUINE PINOY

7,100 islands, you are made up..
Pearl of the orient seas, that's how you are..
Cradle of four civilization, historians says..
Only Christian nation, even they speak..

Abounded with vast green forests..
Surrounded by shallow to deep trenches...
Choose wether to white and black sands of beaches..
Each island is an enticement...

Every province has it's own native delicacy...
Each one is known for its festival felicity..
Poor as it may seem yet great in hospitality..
Enabling each tourist to feel welcome in grandiosity...

Look around, you will see a smile..
Scattered genuine friendship in mile..
Wether you are black, white or yellow skin..
They don't care as long as you're clean...

Clever and intelligent...
Creative and truly magnificent..
Small probably by height..
Yet, if known you'll be full in sight..

God fearing - spirited by nature..
Responsible enough for the future..
Families implants love to nurture..
Obviously seen in each Filipino creature...

By: olive_eloi
26/09/2013
10:29am


Details | Free verse | |

An Angel

An angel did befriend us, on earth, before one Christmas day.
Some say she was a comet, some say she was a star.
I say she was a gift from God, here to light our way.
She was a thing of beauty that shone across the land.
Leading to a humble manger, found in Bethlehem.

And what could be so important, for her to come our way?
A savior to our lands, and yes, our hearts and souls…
Triumphantly born on Christmas Day.
That day he was born the heavens truly did rejoice.
And she, a glorious light, continued to beacon forth God’s love.

Such an important part, that angel was given on that day.
She was a beacon to our hearts and the gifts of love… 
Guiding the Wise Men and shepherds endlessly along their way.
Thru her we learned lessons, such as: patience, hope, and how to give…
And yes, she led us to the Wondrous Man, who taught us how to live…


Details | I do not know? | |

Corridors of silence

During the cold empty 
corridors of silence
where mind and thoughts
are free to roam
undisturbed by life's
din and clutter
I am at one with myself
again and in quiet contemplation
alone.

Peter Dome.Copyright.2012.


Details | Couplet | |

SIMILARITIES BETWEEN TWO PLANETS

The clear pictures, taken by the satellite orbiting around Mars
for over a decade, have finally arrived here and fascinated us.


The Sphinx head in Egypt and the one on Mars have many veritable similarities...
wouldn't you agree? But who built the one the Red Planet:  the extraterrestrials?

Leave that to the imagination, or try to solve the mystery of the ancients;
now, don't assume that life will be found there despite those striking images. 


Although scientists speculate that Mars has water, only facts are a true possibility;
no assumption can come close to such a reality, if it hasn't been explored entirely.


Until NASA builds another spaceship and sends more brave astronauts into space,
we must hold our breath,...'till they return with proof of another extraordinary race.


Details | Dodoitsu | |

A Scene Set

A scene set on one mountain
'tween a lazy river lay
Coursing its way to the sea 
There_see lay of land

Small island splits the river
Mountains surrounds, beautiful
Color explodes_yellow, gold
Pine green, burgundy

Fall's angular sun sets scene
Ablaze, overpowering
Human vision with glory
Heaven on earth _stay 

Sponsor: Russel Sivey
Contest: Natural Dodoitsu
Written by: Sara Kendrick
This day of November 14, 2012
Click on "About This Poem"


Details | Rhyme | |

BARRY MANILOW

I remember all the songs, the songs of love and broken hearts
The music that I adore, soft, gentle and a caring flow
Thoughts from present and past
The wonderful melody of long lost loves
The caring words and admissions of love
I to this day love, to be serenaded by Barry Manilow


Details | I do not know? | |

sixteen

Sixteen - A time where innocence shouldn't exist 
Parties, dancing, drinks and drama 
Devil horns and feathered wings 
Sleepless nights, Lazy afternoons 
School activities 
Greasy caf lunches 
Learning how to grow up 
without changing for anyone but yourself 

Sixteen - A canvas of neon colours 
Birthday Parties and Campfires 
Favourite Songs and the brilliance of Vampires 
Waking up to a brand new day 
Taking in the beauty of the little things 
Crying so hard you think you could drown 

Sixteen - A year of firsts 
The first time you locked onto his sweet brown eyes 
The first time your heart beat so fast it hurt 
Your first Valentine 
The first time you told somebody you loved them 
The first time you felt your heart break 
The first moment you realize you'd die for someone 

Sixteen - A time for mistakes 
You finally let yourself believe he was all you ever needed 
The people you can't trust 
Not following your heart 
Losing your best friend 
and so much more.. 

Sixteen - A year to admit who you are 
Learning that family is more than the people you are related to 
Laughing too loud at 4 a.m 
Home made t-shirts 
Drinking games late at night 

Sixteen - The last time you feel prepared 
Wasting days wishing everything could change 
Seeing yourself in the mirror and not knowing who was looking back 
Choosing courses 
G1's 
and Final Exams 

Sixteen - Welcome to all your new beginnings 
The 3 girls that never let your happiness escape you 
Forgetting the boys that have forgotten you 
Finally talking to that special someone 
Weekend Girls nights 
Summer Parties 
Hook-ups and heartaches 
Teacher Crushes 
Saturday morning head rushes 
Hockey boys 
Dancing & singing without a care in the world 

Sixteen - A year to look back on 
Believing in lies that are too serious to forget 
Taking back the people you should have left behind 
Waking up and knowing who you love 
Fighting for what you want 
Running in the rain 
Screaming at the top of your lungs 
Crying in pain 
Pushing the people that hurt you aside 
Allowing yourself to change... 


Details | Limerick | |

You're Going To Get It Now But Good

<                             once there was an old cat named chessur
                               only listened to alice for sure
                               but sometimes dissappeared 
                               and left behind grins smear
                               so I've gone mad and shaved off hides fur





Entry For Debbie Guzzi's
Go Ask Alice Contest
        G.L. All


Details | Haiku | |

Democracy nears revisited

                                            
    Democracy nears

   For unknown Arab countries

    Angry Arabs yell


  Suicide bomber

  Islam, Religion of peace 

  Perhaps when they're free


 The Crowed Goes wild
                             
  Egypt  you are next in line     

  Democracy nears  


Details | Limerick | |

Just For Kicks

<             just like football i am like the queen
               now hand over remote or i'll scream
               black and blue division
               on my television
               Kicking Jay Cutlers butt I do dream









Entry For
Kristen Bruni's 
Football Contest
G.L. All


Details | Than-Bauk | |

I'm Not Finished With You Yet Mister

<                                           feet in the Sand
                                              stars dance Planned so
                                              take Hand my love

                                              dock of the Bay
                                              where we Lay catch
                                              moon Rays nice hues

                                              here comes the Sun
                                              new days Fun I'm
                                              not Done with you

                                                                
                                              
Written by 
Katherine Stella 4/11/2012

Entry For
Nette Onclaud's
Than Bauk 
A Twilight Contest
G.L. All                                              


Details | Ballade | |

Cave dweller

Cave Dweller.

Once there lived a little man
A dwarf yet smaller still
Who lived within a little cave
All cold and darkness filled
He'd lived there such a long, long time
And knew he nothing more
That there was nothing better he was sure.

Then this maiden fair and beautiful
She ventured in his cave.
Her eyes were blue like crystal gems
For her most men would crave.
When the little man discovered her
With the candle in her hand
He saw a nymph so beautiful and grand

The maiden told that lonely man
About the beauty of the world
She spoke about the wings of a butterfly
All Gossamer unfurled
And she spoke of lush green meadows
And the flowers by and by
That lady spoke, her tone so very wise.

But that dwarf when she had finished
Sadly sighed and shook his head
For the thought of leaving his snug cage
Did feel his heart with dread
And he told that lady wistfully
That her fine land was not for he
For he was born to live this misery.

Socrares Dec 8 2003.


Details | Free verse | |

Storms in Life

Quiet is the ocean and then erupts a hurricane
So much devestation and people crying out in pain
Serene are the drops of rain that turn into a storm
A journey through the cold snow with no place to keep warm
A day will come when all shall pass and souls will be at rest
A desert storm of sweeping sands it seems that life is just a test
Deliverance will come at last just follow the brightest light
And on earth the storm will end and life begins a new flight


Details | Limerick | |

I Love Lucy

<          once there was a redhead gal name lucy
            now skit comes to mind is real juicy
            job switching with the men
            conveyer belt takes a spin
            chocolate oh how did she loosey



Entry For Shani Fassbender's
Favorite Television Show / Episode Remembered


I Chose I Love Lucy
 

Written By Katherine Stella 7/1/11


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part IV

Precipitation:
Culminates in a washout
Stuffed camels get soaked


Details | Sonnet | |

Never-Ending

In the center I sit.
Unraveling a core,
I lay it by the shore.
It’s a wondrous fit.
 
It is in pieces by a bit.
It sails an ocean floor.
It has a rip where tore.
It makes the seas split.
 
It travels day and night.
A never-ending drift,
It is brilliantly bright.
Moving along so swift!
 
It travels a path lit by a Star,
Rendering miles that are afar!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007


Details | Free verse | |

Ocean Oasis

I walk upon
Tiny golden pebbles of warmth
forcing me to dance
to meet the sparkling
waves of diamonds
the cool crisp water
envelopes me, as a
child in mother earth 
womb
I float, for a moment
the world, and I
are one
A wave, like Goliath
comes crashing
down above me
breaking into a million miniature 
bubbles, that tickle
my bare flesh
quickly disappearing, as
fast as they greeted me
feeling like a small marine creature
in Gods vast aquarium
the sun, a spotlight shine
hits my face, beneath the depths
and I follow the trail of light
to my first breath above surface
beautiful pain 
as the waited sound
from a newborn child


Details | Rhyme | |

Hurry Home

My dear,
As I'm lying on your pillow here

I pray for God to watch over you each night
And help guide you through your daily plights

I can hear sounds of wispiring winds
And see through window's pane a mighty stars spin

Just knowing your battling on foreign soil
Over someone else's turmoils

Makes me just love you that much more
But please hurry home hun to finish your own dam choirs

                                          Love 
                                                Kat
                                                Meowwwww LOL



Tribute To Our Troops And Loved Ones
Hurry Home
God Bless U.S.A.

Also Entry For Brian Strand's 
My Dear Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

Cub Foods { Minnesota }

<                               
                                       Cub Foods  ~  Minnesota



                                  oh that >>> cucumber thinks hes so ..... cute

                                  lying in a  bed of ~  lettuce in his birthday ... suit

                                  along comes >>> carrot and >>> celery to ~ squawk

                                  you may ..... talk .. the .. talk  but can you .. walk ... the ....... walk

                                  just then >>> banana's prices started to ^^^ rise

                                  oh that son of an ~ mango ...... he too was suprised 

                                  nuts ~  and ~ fruits ... was to fancy his ........ plate

                                  poor ole    >>>>>  potato was just to dam ............ late

                                 




Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

A Reflection

As I sit beside a lake,
I look down for heavens sake. 
A reflection to appear. 
For the ripples of life is nearly here. 

This person staring back at me. 
I do not know. 
Is it me?
Or is it someone else. 

The waters has calmed
And all I hear are the psalms. 
Sung by the angels up above
And I wish I could feel their love. 

This journey we are given. 
To find ourselves and what we believe in. 
Takes no longer than a lifetime
But merely feels like an illusion to me. 

Like a little acorn being planted to be a beautiful tree. 
I will live in this world to make people believe. 
There's always the good and the bad
But what about hope?

Don't we need that too?
Of course we do. 
The balance of nature and life is necessary 
And without it, we are nothing. 

Imagine the whole universe, 
We are only a tiny grain of sand. 
But even the littlest person can make a difference. 
No matter how big or small
Short or tall
We were given a mouth to be spoken with. 

This journey is hard and righteous
But as long as I am courageous,
I will be happy and contagious. 
And the whole world will see me for who I am. 


Details | Haiku | |

Cry Me A River

at the mouth of cave
aqua insurgent brushstrokes
cry me a river


Details | Rhyme | |

Rocky Mountain High

There's nothing like the smell of fresh air
So come join me on this expedition there

High above the canyon ridges
Of Colorado's mountain's and bridges

Pikes Peak Cheyenne to name a few
But let me tell you oh what the view

For there are fresh water streams
Cascading down the slopes of green

Then there are countless winding and twisting roads
Slowing down the engines cargo load

Top of Cheyenne's peak
You can almost hear God speak

Voices in the wind
Not to hear it would be such a sin

And if your lucky enough even capture an eagle in flight
Encirciling Pikes Peak now wouldn't that be a sight

So for your next viva vacation
Remember the mountains of Colorado who also holds great sensations


Details | Sonnet | |

The Embracing

I cut through tedious chit-chat,
Null knick-knacks!
Zap Idiotic whacks!
I tip toe tapping atop pitters pat.
I’m your best bet seated where you once sat.
Smearing out your tad-bit lacks,
Running them out by the packs,
I tip my hat fancying you purr like my fat-cat.

Up and away my hands shall uplift weights like you.
In and out of reality I’ll take you with me everywhere.
If only you knew how well I’m too do getting through.
Do you think one day to obtain me to be eh unaware?

Personally, I’d charge a big fat whacked out idiotic fee for the likes of thee,
I’m declared as freely expressing many pleasures for the embracing of me.

® Registered: 2010 Ann Rich


Details | Rhyme | |

As His Spirit Leads Us Home

Born into another life,
strangers and pilgrims are we.
Come out from a land of strife;
to our Sovereign we bow the knee.

We journey in His Name here
as His Spirit leads us home.
Sent to those that He holds dear,
His love to them we make known.

In great dominion we walk 
as our Lord gave us to do,
And as He spoke, so we talk
daily in this life made new.

Still it is, we’re going home
and His Spirit leads the way.
Along the way, others come
and will till the end of days.


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Dessert in the Deserted Desert

Boiling, baking and blazing,
               Other synonyms for heat.
My camel is happily dazing,
	He was not a restful seat.
Poolside I’ll later be lazing,
	Resting my sunburnt feet.
Air conditioning is amazing,
               Ice cream is a lovely treat.


Details | I do not know? | |

Bless The Blessed Oust

Bless the blessed oust;
the priceless reveal,
which mutilated the corrupt.

Bless the birth anew,
the miracle incurred,
the birth of brand new worlds.

Stretch the mind to grasp them,
stretch the heart to greet them,
they are ours;
our salvation.

Our faith renewed,
our hearts in tune,
we hold our hands in unity.

There's still so much that's left to do,
yet we needn't fret-

Because we walk together into sunny weather.


- Viva La Revolution! The people of Egypt are closer to freedom then ever!  I hope it
doesn't end here!


Details | Blank verse | |

Love Is In The Air Tonight

Baby lets take that drive today.
Its the right time to get away.
Lets go to that same old spot
that we both know so well.

Its there. The sun
is always warm and nice.
And the river runs so cool,
always flowing thru our minds.

Love is in the air tonight.
This time, this time that we share.
Being here, being here without a care.
Love is in the air tonight.

When we're here we feel free.
So plentiful, just you and me.
We know its here for sure.
We'll make love all thru the night.

Love is in the air tonight.
Holding hands below the stars.
Below the stars, we begin to dance.
And we'll dance all thru the night.

Love is in the air tonight.
We'll sleep all day,
just to wake all night.
To wake and love and dance.

Under stars again,
love in the air to share.
Another night again,
always hand and hand.

Love is in the air tonight.


Details | Elegy | |

My Kashmir Burns (Part 2)

Another son is dead, until five he lived.
For his long life at Shah-Hamdan he had threads tied
“Shehij ninder yee nai. Gahas Kormakh Khudayas Hawale”, his mother cries.
No news can penetrate across the mountains. Satellites work here no more
My Kashmir burns. And no one knows.
An old woman with torn scarf sits besides fire. While feeding her neighbor’s child
She sighs. Is my son dead or alive? She silently cries.
In Madrasa I hear children reciting Quran. A girl’s come out dragging her feet.
I remember her from somewhere. I remember her seeing naked. 
Oh! God she is the one who was raped.

Nights have turned pitch black. My eyes are losing the habit of sight
Midnight soldier’s set another house ablaze. At least there is some sort of light.
Many letters have been written to God. Postcards posted of those raped girl’s 
But its curfew again. No post office deliver’s the message again.
Death comes from everywhere. Close your windows mother
For bullet respects no womb. It turned Gulistans into tombs.
From the plains the visitors come to visit their God’s
They are our only witnesses but hypocrites at heart.
They say paradise is kaasmir. While my Kashmir is ablaze
They testify against us. Is anybody witnessing this? No one at all
Be witness to at least this. Open up your eyes my Lord!

When paradise is painted with colors of hell, certainly divinity loses its grace
In the news the reporter is beaten. Bamboo sticks are hungry for human blood.
Let Kashmir go to hell. A new promise in their portfolio.
Threads have given up at Dastegeer’s place. Even they are horrified at our fate.
In Maisuma boys are dragged by police. They close their dreams, end their screams
In a police gypsy.
Men shape into monsters when they are given right to anarchy.
The gypsy drives them into the dark cantonments. They will remember this day
Interrogation officer comes. After celebrating his son’s birthday.
The winds from the cantonments bring their news
Burned tires around their necks. Burning stoves near their heads.
The knife tearing up their flesh.
And the boys cry, “We haven’t batted yet. Cricket. We know nothing”.

Death wants children to be headlines
Hunger has affected the heavens as well.
Graves are full. No more space left.
We need land of the plains. For our graves.
In the ac car the bureaucrat goes. The mother’s with search full eyes
Ask about their sons they lost. They drink their tears
And he sips champagne.


Details | Rhyme | |

THE MISSION OF ANGELS

Why did God create angels
to wander behind the gates
of Heaven to protect it from Hell,
or to obey the command of His will?


Without my knowledge, or comphrension,
He assigned one of them to protect me...
why would a mortal like me defy His intention?
Everywhere I go, that angel safeguards me.


Perils on the road multiply as countless miles,
blind corners can kill, if someone is not keen;
pedestrians cross boulevards at red lights,
signs warn to cross them when they turn green.


I often feel that a spiritual being is walking beside me,
he doesn't breathe, cast a shadow, or can be seen...
but that angelic presence is strong: that's why I feel safe and laugh
as a babe in the arms of a mother whose endless love surpasses death.


Everybody thinks that the mission of angels is to read sacred books
and sing of God's glory, not watching us who dwell on this planet of fright;
how wrong they must be for their limited insight when their life is not bright!
Think again: they are in search of good souls to reward them with miracles!



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Pateince

Carnelian robes permeate dreamtime landscapes
of parchment and prayer flag.
Smiling faces walk swiftly
through corridors of ancient walls
carved from living mountains,
spinning cylindrical wheels in their wake.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.

Eagle feathers jounce
as soft moccasins dance heartbeat
on the prairie hair of Mother Earth.
Sacred sisters hold position in jingle dress rhythms
offering prayer pipes to their men,
who burn sweet grass as they fancy dance past.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.

Hula dancers waft sea breeze
in the heat waves of Pele’s fire.
Warrior lines pace boundary between the worlds,
as molten lands part the waters
and oasis the humble in a paradise
where lei lines encircle life.

Patience of a thousand thousand years,
we wait for peace.

Condor circles as mountains spirits speak
telling stories of forever and ever.
Ancient peoples gather in raindrop mists
to nourish the living land
and feed the collective soul
the medicine of dreams.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.

“Imagine all the people” sound waves and ipods
park bench hosts to afternoon drummers,
as momentum gathers
inner city gardeners and beekeepers
buzzing to the cyber shifts
of “sharing all the world”.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years
we wait for peace.


Details | Personification | |

A Special Place

Places! 
I have been to many, yours and mine!
So much seen with these eyes!
I’ve walked the lonely highways night and day,
Powered with great energy to just run away,
I have crawled so deep within myself just to find you.
Running with a bleeding mind with so many views!
I have a special place that I come to.
It‘s extra silent!
My time to be quite!
It’s completely in sync!
My time to think!
It’s so beautiful!
My time to feel wonderful!
It’s a special place that I find plentiful!

Places! 
So many I’ve already been! 
But many I have still never seen!
I have thought many times of my broken dreams, time and time again,
Powered with great energy to just run free with the wind,
Sunsets and sunrises capturing my view,
So many to come with a gleam that shines through you!
I have a special place that I come to.
I have many visions that I see.
A world untouched and unscathed by its common ground,
Touching a very special place inside of me!
Such a blessing I have found.
It’s extra special!
My only pedestal!
It‘s without pain!
My only gain!
It‘s so exceptional!
My only interval,
And it’s completely unconditional!


Details | Rhyme | |

Christ Stepped Down From His Heavenly Throne

Christ Stepped Down From His Heavenly Throne! Christ stepped down, from his heavenly throne. He came to earth… For 33 years, he called it his home! His mission had one purpose and desire in mind! He was to one day, be a sacrifice for mankind! He taught and gave us his words, powerfully spoken! He knew that one day, his body would be broken! He desired that all, would one day, come to know him! Because of his resurrection, all can receive him! He’s alive today! And reigns from heaven above! And desires to touch us, with his endless love! Won’t you humbly come, and accept what he’s given? And experience the power, of being forgiven! This can be your moment! This can be YOUR day! He loves you much more, than words can say! All honor and praise, to Christ Jesus, our king! You are our righteousness! Our everything! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Terza Rima | |

Your Free

O ~ mighty eagle outstretch wings and fly
Let thy wind beneath wings lift and soar
I stand salute freedom and begin to sigh

Feathers of sweet purity
Claws and beaks of razor edging
I watch a far your maturity

Encircling heavenly domain
Snowcapped peaks valleys and bends
This essence simply can drive to o insane

Illuminated as her morning dawn
Escape my feathered friend
Oh let me capture what I've drawn


Her magesty which moveth across the broaden sky
O ~ in stealth fashion there she sails high









Details | Haiku | |

What's Your Hurry

safari escape
zebra giraffe scurring -
in natures garden


Details | Cowboy | |

Lessons I Have Learned

A handshake speaks volumes, keep it firm & strong
Learn from your mistakes & admit when you're wrong
Stand your ground when you know you're right
Never drop your guard or waver in a fight

Never give up & put your best in all you do
Follow your heart & to yourself stay true
May every word match every deed
Always lend a hand to those in need

Things turn out better when you take time to pray
A light heart & hard work keep the storm clouds at bay
Hold your friends close for each is a treasure
In your family, look always for solace & pleasure

A light touch on the reins is only half the battle
Make sure you set deep & tall in the saddle
Treat horse & man with equal respect
When asked for advice, be kind but direct

There's a bright side to even the darkest day
You'll gain more from life if a smile leads the way
A true friend is one who cannot be bought
These are a few of the lessons I've been taught

By those who have guided me throughout my life
My  wellspring of wisdom to rely on in times of strife

© December 2003



Details | Couplet | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Darts

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Haiku | |

Rock Me Gently

<                                             tropical ~ retreat
                                    
                                          mai ~ tai ....  pina ~ colada

                                      swaying ~ on......... hammock










Entry For
The Sweatheart Of Poetry's
Tropical Treasures Contest
GL All


Details | I do not know? | |

BACKSTREETS OF PARIS - Monsieur L'Vampyre

BACKSTREETS OF PARIS -  MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE
One spring and sunny day I set my sight
behind my darkened lenses, feigning night,
so I might stroll in my own way
and see what's life in light of day,
my thread put to my back, I travelled light;

when Paris comes to all its greenery,
there's not a sight that means so much to me
as flowers holding to the hair
of Mademoiselles out ev'rywhere,
and laughing children, that's how life should be.

The beat of Paris leads a steady pace
and if you stop, you're holding up the race
there's not enough time in a day
to walk all of Champs Elysees
and so you miss the smile of ev'ry face.

But there are places few would care to go
with streets so narrow, darkness is the glow,
where yesterday's not in the past,
but here and now, and here to last,
with cobble stones laid many years ago;

a world of silence, far from natures care,
a place of echoes, snapping here to there;
the signs of life flow past your feet
and to the Seine, just down the street,
but leaves its scent, it's with you ev'rywhere.

This is a time, more than a place to be,
the soul of Paris few can ever see,
the very secrets of her heart,
where light of Paris had its start,
and left here for the very likes of me.

You hear her whisper in the mid of day,
or you might hear a concertina play,
but all that's Paris surely lies
right here for you before your eyes,
and it's the dream Parisians want to stay.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


Details | Verse | |

This Island Home

On storm-ripped nights when seaboards crack
And wings of angels rendered black
Are clouds that seethe and boil on high,
The canvas of some desolate sky.
On empty days like shredded rags
Trailed down from mountain peaks and crags
To flap across the barren floors
Uneven plains and lakeland shores.
On trails of tears to God knows where,
When weary eyes flood with despair,
The turgid creep of asphalt stress,
Grey flannels tied to emptiness.
In this vast cathedral sanctuary,
With faith and love, democracy,
Within, without, beloved view,
This island home stands firm and true.


Details | Couplet | |

Tactless Travel

Let’s travel to the edge of the earth

With sunshine in our veins

Let’s see how much this life is worth

As we leave out all our pains

 

We’ll go for miles, and we won’t stop

The sun will soon attack

Our lives we’ll trade, our hearts we’ll swap

We’re never coming back

 

A whole new start, a second chance

Floats softly into June

We’ll wade our time in cheap romance

As we howl at a transient moon

 

An ice cold flood of independence

Forms our own wicked sense of style

Our world needs more transcendence

This world just needs to smile

 

The ringing in our ears is no longer just a sound

The image of freedom is no longer just a dream

Because this limitless world is just a playground

Or so it may seem


Details | Dodoitsu | |

If You Could Read My Mind

<                                        International waters
                                          laying down a little folk
                                          thus if you could read my mind
                                          what love we can sell




Entry For
Francine Robert's
Write Me A Lightfoot Poem

I Chose If You Could Read My Mind
G.L. All


Details | Rhyme | |

We Are Marshall

Southern Airways Flight 932
November 14, the night they flew
McDonnell Douglas DC-9
Like all flights, they should be fine
 
On the return home
They clipped some tree's
The final run
From Greenville,NC
 
37 players
In all, 75
From this tragedy
None survived
 
This Thundering Herd
Taken in their prime
Coaches and others
Before their time
 
But We Are Marshall
Would rise again
To take away
This terrible pain
 
From a point of closure
They reunite
To carry the lost
In their football right
 
Jack Lengyel
Appointed coach
With Red Dawson
Through Dedmans approach
 
Young Thundering Herd
First game lost 
29 - 6
Experience cost
 
First post win
Against Xavier
15 - 13
Calms despair
 
In 1974
Jack Lengyel leaves
But, We Are Marshall
We quietly grieve

" Dedicated to the Thundering Herd Football Team from Marshall University-West Virginia
                               and Mr Arthur D. Schwarz, a fervent football fan "


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm all around!

Take yourself now to His beautiful scape. Our vast green earth is His human drape. This ‘backdrop’ if you will, in this play called life, with His props that are free, they’re all within sight. Look around – and then take a seat. Lift your palms upward, cross your legs and your feet. Indian style will ready you, for what you are about to do. Now look again at your props at hand, a tree, or a brook, a bird or a man. Let your spirit be still and listen now. He’ll begin to direct you. You’ll soon see how. Quiet your mind and let Him in. This consultative measure begins from within. Breathe now child, you’ll hear Him say. Take me with you throughout your day. Breathe once more and open your mind. Be gentle today, and loving and kind. I send you My love through all that you see. When you look around please think of Me. No matter where or how far your day leads, Come back to this place when you feel the need. Your stage has been set, go out for My cause. Give your love to others and feel my applause. I gave you this life for a purpose you know. To love and share, and continue to grow. Walk with Me in the today’s and tomorrow’s. My arms are yours in times of sorrow. Remember I’m here, while awake or asleep. I will wipe away tears, kiss your face as you weep. My direction for you is to go out and be, all of the things that remind you of Me! Soon night will come, let the curtains just fall. Take a breath and then stretch, and hear My call. It’s time my child to get tucked into bed. Relax and rest your weary head. Breathe again, you’re safe and sound. Remember this morning? I’m all around!
Michelle D. ©August 8, 2010


Details | Light Poetry | |

My Love, -name-

Your skin glows like warm, silky milk chocolate,
   blossoms better than a rose in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your comforting voice
   and leaps like a kitten at the whisper of your name, -name-.

The evening ascends in on a great Blue Jay wing.
I am calmed by your presence that I carry into 
    the twilight of moonbeams and us holding each other hand-in-hand.

I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of
    sadness, happiness, and joy that are mixed together. 
As my mind wanders to my bank of memories, I remember
    the times you were wild with passion.

In the hushed, I listen for the last chirp of the spring.
My heated heart leaps to my chest.

I wait in the crystal moonlight for you to show me your
    secret place you say has beauty beyond imagination, 
        so that we may jump as one, heart to heart, in search of the
            glorious times and the spiritual tree of love.



*Dedicated to the one with whom I fell inlove with...may you be blessed each day


Details | Lyric | |

All Along the Watchtower Re-Visited for 9/11

"There must be some kinda way to find out here"
Said the seeker to the stealer
"There's too much confusion
I'm struggling to be the reveal"

"Conglomerate men, they drink my wine
Politicians dig my earth
None will level on the line
Because none of them are worth it" hey

"There is reason to get excited"
The seeker, he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us
Who feel our governments a joke"

"Now you and I, we've lived through this
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late", hey

Hey

All along the watchtower
Liars kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too

Outside in the cold distance
The C.I.A. did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl, hey

All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower

All along the watchtower on that tragic September day
We need some investigation, for someones has to pay
Now you and I, we've lived through this, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, before this generations to late

We will always remember, and remember who we lost that day
We need some investigation, for someone has to pay
All along the watchtower, a nation in mournful cries
We are not so blind, it's amazing what you can see when you close your eyes

All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower




.~ James, we lost you in Kensington, England. The Star Spangled Banner will
live long in your past. I can't say the same for some of your American so
called country people. Thank you for allowing me to gracefully use . . . .
'All Along the Watchtower' it's blatantly obvious someone was not ~.

To all the lost in the 9/11 tragedy, my thoughts will always be with you.






http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/music-3.php


Details | Lyric | |

Moon Light Bright

                                                     Moon Light Bright.

                                                Oooh you shine so bright 

                                in every full autumn night without your friend in cite, 

                                       that helps you dominate the night sky 

                                                with your dens chilling light 

                    which helps me seek my ways throw the hunting mystery of the night,
 
                                                  without a single flashlight.

                                        Theo I wish on every day and every night 
 
                            nature can deliver such a beautiful cite... Moon Light Bright.



Poetry 2/23/11 by Keith K. Relf


Details | Couplet | |

Birds In Flight

<                                    birds in perilous flight

                            illuminating to this watchful eye's sight


                                          
                               outstretched wings ~ soaring high

                                bidding  ado ~ waving goodbye 




                                      homebound is their quest

                           offsprings await  safe return ~ back in nest



                                            red sky ~ tonight

                                    glad ~ I've captured this flight



                                      oh fly ~ my feather friends

                                    hope to see you  ~  once again


                                        

                                     for this love ~ so brand new
  
                                        what's drawn ~ me to you








Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's
Heaven Sent Smiles Contest
G.L. All

                                   


                                  
                                     

                                


                              



                                    



Details | Acrostic | |

Where in the World: Powell River

Peaceful as the wind blows
Over the ocean to the shore
Where my small town lay nestled
Ever bathed in rays of the setting sun
Laying at the base of the
Lovable Coastal Mountain Range

Rain does not dampen our spirits
It is called "liquid sunshine" here
Vast and inhabited are our forests
Ever holding up against the elements
Retaining the natural beauty first created by the world.



Placing: 5th!!
Contest: Where in the world
Sponsor: Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver


Details | Rhyme | |

Going the Distance

Once an eagle had a dream
To fly to a foreign land
An impossible task, yet it seemed
Was the one that was at hand

Although it was encouraged much
By the ones it did adore
Things bothered it like pessimism and such
It believed in failure for sure

But thankfully that sun-filled day
The news came to be
That the eagle could finally fly away
And they were all filled with glee

But now months later some time has passed
And the eagle has learned the hard way
That the first step has been surpassed 
Yet each day becomes more lonely and gray

It looks away from the sunset’s rays
Toward the eastern coast
And hopes and prays for much betters days
At what it longs for the most

Yet, the eagle plans to go back to where it was raised
And it holds its head up with no resistance
Dreaming it could one day be amazed
At its chance to be going the distance



Details | Couplet | |

Polar Bears And The Penguins

Some times they say the great and mighty do fall…
And the penguin story of greatness, should be heard by all.
Polar bears are mighty and cunning with massive brute strength.
But they messed with the penguins, a mistake, I do think.

The polar bears went after the penguins and cute little chicks.
So you’ll never guess what those cute little penguins did.
Using the most courageous penguins as a target so nice.
They lured all the polar bears, for the first time, out onto the ice.

The greedy bears moved out in force for the kill.
But the penguins pushed the ice flows into the currents windmill.
So intent on dinner and full of themselves, were they that day… 
That the polar bears didn’t notice the ice caught in the currents sway.

The polar bears were way out to sea, before noticing their plight.
And, by then, the penguins were safely at home tucked in for the night.
You might say, the current was a friend to the penguins that day.
For it eventually sent those polar bears to the North Pole far away.

Now the moral of this story is here to easily understand.
Brute strength is not the greatest thing to cherish; it is far greater to plan…
And, never turn your back on a penguin I say.
They’re the reason there’s no polar bears at the South Pole, to this day.

Tell Me A Story Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

Another Year That Came and Went


This has been another year that came and went!
I often wonder, where has my time been spent?

It  seems like yesterday, we rang in the new year!
But, very quickly, it has all just “disappeared.”

I think about my accomplishments, goals and dreams.
Do they matter anymore?  Do they mean anything?

This life I have, is just but a brief moment in time.
One day, I’ll simply leave everything fast behind!

My relationship with Christ is what really matters!
Everything else in life, is just “empty chatter!”

I pray that as this new year comes and goes…
My relationship with Christ will continue to grow!

The older I get, I’m beginning to see!
I need much more of Jesus, and less of me!

He is what’s needed!  Whatever this year holds!
I need him more, as each year I grow old!

With each year, that comes and passes me by…
I want more of Jesus, until the day I die!

He is my friend, what is certainly needed!
With him in me, my life is completed!

Thank you Lord for this brand new year!
You are the one I’ll hold ever so dear!

By Jim Pemberton   


Details | Ode | |

DARLING DEAR

...a darling dear of time is when the  tick-tock, of the clock stops, during a dancing wind chimes rendition of just how invisible things move me, to write, darling dear a rhyme, 

the peak of a mountain top experiencing, 

...alive,
the soul

O' darling dear

a love letter,
a rhythm,

a liberty,

just one of those things that
inspires,

of the everlasting.


Details | Rhyme | |

If We Lose Everything There's Jesus

If We Lose Everything… There’s Jesus! We have seen the destruction of various storms! They come swiftly and in many forms! So many people have lost everything they had. I see their look on t.v. And it’s very sad! I wish I had the money to buy them a home. So many look lonely and feel all alone! I wish I could “wave a wand” and make it go away. I wish to encourage them, with what I have to say In spite of all of our nation’s goals and ambitions. It can’t make up for life’s adversities and afflictions. Calamity and heartache can quickly appear! And much of what we have. can soon disappear! If I can encourage the many who’ve lost so much… I pray you’ll be strengthened by God’s loving touch! Won’t you let him help pick up the “broken pieces?” He can bring hope and total completeness! He’ can build and restore that which has been loss! He does it willingly! And already paid the cost! It may seem like you have just lost everything… You have no idea, what kind of comfort, Christ can bring! Won’t you allow him to restore your life today??? He’s more than able to do it, in a gentle and loving way! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

WE ARE ALL PAINTINGS

We are paintings made with care and without Jesus no image is there. We are just an 
empty canvas without any color there. But Jesus takes us in his hands and for us he 
has a plan. He puts an image within our frame then we begin to praise his name. He 
makes an impression deep within a beautiful painting he does send if we only let him 
have his way. In our hearts an image of him we will display for others so see. That is 
the ways Jesus wants’ it to be.


Details | Rhyme | |

It's Friday

<                                         Is It Friday Yet ?
                                            Yea ~ You Bet


                                            Just Got Paid
                                            Now Want To Get Laid


                                            7 ~ 3
                                            Good Golly

                                           
                                            Boss On  Ass
                                            Like Sharpel Of Glass

                                            
                                            Phones Ringing Off Wall
                                            Everybody And Their Mother Calls

                                            
                                            Fix This Fix That
                                            Phone I just Want To Splat


                                            Tic Tock Tic Tock
                                            Goes Slow On Dam  Clock 


                                           Thursday  -  Monday
                                           All I want To Say


                                            Is It Friday Yet
                                            And No I Can't Afford A Dreamy Jet


                                            So As The Saying Goes
                                            I'll Just Keep Crossing My Fingers And Toes



Entry For
Joe Flach's
In Other Words Contest



My Inspiration 
Is It Friday Yet ?  LOL
G.L. All
                                            


Details | Sonnet | |

Matted Layers

I came from behind and my God at what I saw.
I was astonished and in disbelief seen by you.
I counted exact minutes with the seconds too.
But I stood there intact with no lines to draw.
 
There are many versions of Grace Verse’s law.
So I read through them one by one until blue.
So I picked up the torch it was all I could do.
I was a flame burning stoked in complete awe.
 
I gave glory to the Sun and Moon,
I exalted a few Stars along my way.
I even rode in on a cloud at noon,
It was a bright beautiful blessed day.
 
But there were matted layers of deception,
I guess you can only imagine my reception.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Rhyme | |

Our God Reigns


Our God Reigns…

Our God reigns in the heaven’s above!
Behold the mighty works of his power and love!

Our God reigns in the mountains on high!
His power reaches down to the deserts so dry!

Our God reigns on his heavenly throne!
He wants to be the Lord of our hearts and homes!

Our God reigns over the majestic seas!
His creation is magnificent!  This you can see!

Our God reigns over governments here on earth.
He gave his son, so we can have a “new birth.”

Our God is mighty!  Everyone shall kneel before him!
He longs for us to worship and adore him!

Our God has made a mansion for you in heaven.
He wants to be your God!  Won’t you let him?

Our God stands knocking at your heart’s door.
Won’t you let him in?  What are you waiting for?


By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

The Sacred Path's

Follow me to the metaphysical plains where spirits graze, 
we'll get lost in the darkest parts of the forest for days, 
following any direction that nature sways, 
ocular perceptions in a Kaleidoscopic maze, 
ascending infinitely in a spiritual phase, 
psychedelically extracting thoughts the mind never portrays, 
nostalgia quickly decays, 
there was never a place for us among society anyways.


Details | Free verse | |

Straight From Heaven's Gate

Twice in my life,
an experience to remember.
At the peak of dawn's light,
on a morning in December.
It's a beautiful thing that came,
straight from heaven's gate.
A holiday to remember,
on the 11th of December.
Everyone is excited,
as the phone begins to ring.
Look outside to see,
the snow that is falling.
An unexpected holiday,
with children out to play.
Memories will never fade,
of that December day.
The snow was steady falling.
The wind continued to blow.
Children's voices calling,
"Come play out in the snow."
So, God sent us a miracle straight from heaven's gate.
Even I went out to catch some falling snowflakes.
People everywhere,
outside in the cold.
The thing that touched my heart,
was footprints in the snow.


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Buffet

Arabic labelling on bottles of water,
Room overlooking bricks and mortar,
Men want tips for being your porter,
Getting to food is a pitiless slaughter.

Piles of olives and eggs sit just right,
In bowls coloured an abyss of white,
Odd cuisine makes a peculiar sight,
This is the date I’ll be having tonight.

Cold meat and ham sit on your plate,
Plenty queues; too much time to wait,
Stomach rumbles, hunger won’t abate,
Hurry it’ll all be gone if you arrive late!


Details | Free verse | |

Bonny Isles

A sparkling jewel
Of nature
It brings peace
To my soul
Fills the 
Empty hole
Slows down
My heartbeat
Stops the retreat
And rebuilds
Refills
My heart
With wonder
With hope
With silence.
Pained
As I am
By my past
The re-casting
Of my being
The removal
Of my all-seeing
Alter-ego
Is a certainty
When on the boat
To Lerwick
With waves
Licking
The sides
And the rhythm
Of the slow
Humming
Engine
Slowing my rhythm
Sending
Me to sleep.
Gets me
Dreaming of
The glistening sea
This wondrous
Place
This hidden
Space
Where few
Do tread
And the calm
Descends
From
The first step
From the lack
Of Chain Stores
The Out-of-date
News
The stormy weather
Views
The Cream Buns
The Long lasting
Sun
A slow
Drifting
Pace
The hundred
Private beaches
The performing stars
At night
A delight
To my heart

I dream of another place


Details | Free verse | |

Gods Beauty

I thank your dearly god for all the days
 You've shown us beauty in so many ways
 The crimson sun against the smoky sky
 The speckles of villages from mountains high
 When everything is covered with a film of dust
 Painting your trees 'n shrubs with a film of rust
 September's trees in warm attire all flush
 As they cover their bareness in quite a rush
 The fires that creep over the hills at night
 A pretty red rope is all that's in sight
 So much awe in the wake of destruction
 As all your creatures struggle to function
 Under October's sun bearing down
 Upon the ground completely brown
 The rivers trickle to an absolute nil
 As all the land becomes deathly still
 Upon the flats as the heat's haze lingers there
 Survival a must we can hardly bear
 But the trees remind us it again soon will rain
 As in faith their green leaves refutably remain
 As the darkened clouds upon the horizon meet
 The hope in the air drifting past is sickly sweet
 The parched earth eagerly waits to greet
 The large drops of manna falling at its feet
 And we all breath a large sigh of relief
 As with the waters gift, gone is the grief
 Thank you god for all we go through
 When we can't really see what's true
 Time in its circle such a complex thing
 We know healing u always will bring
 So much beauty does abound
 That faith can always be found.


Details | Haiku | |

My Mom Is One Tough Cookie

deep in the forest
collapsed limbs fungus rockbeds
natures own fury


Tribute To Nature
Even If She Is Mean LOL



Details | Lyric | |

Amazing Grace Wash Over Me

A prayer for those who are in dispair along the Gulf Coast due to the BP Deepwater Horizon 
oil rig explosion. A prayer for those who waited and their loved ones did not return, Amazing 
Grace Wash Over Thee.



Amazing grace wash over me.
My tears are a river to the sea.
Lord above, we know you know,
the oil that is washing upon our coast.
Amazing grace wash over me,
and lift my soul up to Thee.
Lord above, hear my prayer,
for those who are in dispair.
Amazing grace wash over me.
I lift my hands to God you see.
My prayer for those who were hurt,
and those who will never return to earth.
Amazing grace wash over thee,
families were left in disbelief.
Empty hands, their loved ones gone,
Lord Jesus, guide them safely Home.
Amazing grace wash over me, 
the oil is filling up the sea, 
from Louisiana to Mississippi.
Animals are dying,
and people are crying.
Amazing grace wash over me.





Details | Rhyme | |

From my front porch

I stop now and again,
on the inter sanctum that is my porch.
Always trying  to calm my racing brain,
I stop to gaze out into the beyond.

I sit on my old wooden bench,
and watch the summer unfold.
So much happening,,
so much beauty to behold. 

Hollyhocks tower gently over the sun streaked door.
Honey bees hover industriously over red ripe roses,
plumaging for just a little more,
sweet tantalizing nectar.

Out over behind the bending willow tree,
lies a sapphire blue pond.
Frogs sit patiently croaking their soulful songs.
Sometimes I wish I could correspond.

Off in the distance,
dragonflies and turquoise damsels zoom high.
I often wonder,
Are they going to touch the top of the sky?

In the rolling golden fields
tall and stout corn waits for harvest.
Cant wait to see how much it yields.
But that time hasn’t come yet.

A bird begins to sing,
followed by another.
Until its one long  melodious string,
The trees that are their homes becomen alive.
 
On the darkening horizon,
pitch black ominous clouds roll in.
all of natures chattering falls silent,
creatures know now to be hidden.

 Some days  the skies open up wide
with a fierceness as lightening crashes.
Getting a look close up, I don not hide ,
I am never afraid, to  steal a single look 

I never afraid while on the confines of my porch
I never run in fear, or even turn away 
Don’t want to miss a single moment 
of  Mother Nature and this beautiful summerday


Details | Haiku | |

Can You Picture This

blue water rushing 
down rocky cliffs - makes gorgeous 
themes for computers



Tribute To
Waterfalls


Also Entry For
Raul Moreno's 
Rhythm Of The Falls Contest
GL All


Details | Free verse | |

That's Where The Lord Lives

I walk outside to see all that I can see.
Over there is our house, our home,
In the distance, you can see.
And that place of hallowed happiness
Forever has been our home
And forever will be so evermore.
That house is small but raised us tall,
From the perfect parents who loved us so
To the perfect sister for which every man would want.
The house built us all up strong.
More than a mere building,
It is a place to love and be loved,
A place that hands you hope that you give right back, 
And a place of everlasting faith.
This home is where my parents taught me about God
And opened me up to Jesus.
They opened the eyes of the blind for all to see,
And the blind included me.
They taught me to be the best I can be;
The best things in life are free.
They have taught us so well,
And they all have saved my soul.
Even if I am not there now,
I carry Him with me.
I carry them with me.
I carry Their values and Their teachings with me.
In this house, this home,
We reside.
We cannot forget this.
This is where my Mother lives.
This is where my Father lives.
This is where my Sister lives.
This is where We live,
In this loving, caring, beautiful home
They made just for us.
We cannot forget this either.
This is where it all began. 
This is where the hunger and thirst was created;
This is where we are fulfilled.
We cannot, we must not forget this:
This is where God lives.
This is where Jesus lives.
This is where The Lord lives;
The Father and The Almighty.
This is where We live;
This is where We reside.
We must not forget this.
We must not forget this:
What a beautiful and perfect life this is.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Tale of the White Snow Turtles

In the deep of the snow, In the dead of winter,
Under the Aurora Borealis taking our breath away.
The snow turtles jostle, and skittle, and Skim the snow,
All in a beautifully quiet nights, bountiful, wonderful play.

Man has seldom seen this recluse, so gentle and so renowned. 
White as the snow packed earth itself, they simply can’t be found.
They sled and slide and scurry to hide before the break of day,
No one knows they’re even there, for they make not even a sound.

Animals respect them for they can’t make them into prey.
Even the polar bears leave them alone, except for to play.
And no matter how much the bears bat them about, I say!
They just close up and go wherever they are conveyed.

Magical, they can swim waters quite cold and really deep.
They eat the little fishes and enjoy whatever they can reap.
A man will never find their den as they dig into the frozen snow,
For like the tundra gophers, they live in the frozen ground below.

I swear they do exist, for a baby once came to me, admiring my fishing pole.
For I had lots of little tasty, yummy, fish that he wanted my son and I to throw.
We obliged him just that once, and then for more nights before we left his land.
But if you're going searching there’s something I should let you know, offhand.
They only show themselves to the pure of heart with a fish offering in your hand.


Details | Free verse | |

World We Live In

I sit in the classroom
Start of a brand new year
I am really nervous
New students, surround me
They come from diverse cultures & backgrounds
None that I am familiar with
It’s like God gathered the whole world 
And placed us together
In one, tiny classroom

I admire the beauty of their different coloured skins
It’s like gazing at a mesmerising masterpiece
Neither human nor artist can replicate that kind of beauty and colour
God’s colour palette, extraordinarily vast!
I love the way their eyes stand out
Beautifully matching, their shade of skin tone
Warm and welcoming eyes
White, shiny teeth
Hearty laughs
Everyone’s so friendly!

Going about my school work
I listen to them talk
Talking in their native tongues
The rhythm and tones of the sounds, so fluid
I noticed they think before they speak
Where most people I mix with ‘blurt’ stuff out
I love the way they pronounce things in English
Faces full of expression, lots of hand gestures
Wanting to be understood, validated

I like the clothes the cultural people wear
Bold and bright colours 
Shiny, printed and patterned fabrics
Where I choose to wear black, most days than not
I turn my attention 
To the others in the room
They are dribbling on about nothing
Nothing, worth listening to!

Drawn back to the cultural people 
I notice some come across as sad, scared or timid
Often too shy, to speak up
To say what their thoughts or opinions are
I wonder if each knows how beautiful they truly are
I can’t wait to learn from all these new people
I am blessed to be surrounded by so many races and nationalities
What an amazing, wonder-filled world 
We ‘all’ are privileged, to live in!


Details | Couplet | |

My Pal Joey

<                                         my pal Joe
                                    well don't you just know


                                     his illuminating writes
                              will drawn you to his pages site


                    epulaeryu ~ burlesque ~ didactics ~ or sonnets
                      you'll wanna wear a nice and sunny bonnet


                                          land sea or air
                            let your imagination take you there

                            

                                     inspiration bounded for your soul
                                       my pal Joe surely does know


                                  glad he's just a phone call away
                                 to lift my spirits in so many ways


                                    and if you want succulant mango
                                first you'll have to dance to the tango


                                        So please stop on by 
                          to give my pal Joseph Spence's poetry a try





Entry For
Adaleke Adeite's
Praise Your Poetry Pal Contest
GL All


Details | Terza Rima | |

CONFIDING IN SOMEONE

Often I've been accused of being too righteous and wise;
a zealot putting all his efforts in an unquestionable faith,
and my trust is never weakened by a delayed promise.


Others have gone from this earthly place, to rest in unattended graves;
I've been derided by their indignant, loud laughter,
and you think I would have been intimitated by their offensive words?


Never did I react unkindly, just ignored them and walked away,
not knowing that they would have been cursed and faced punishment;
and with premonition, I had foreseen every event of their destiny. 


Today, confiding in someone who will take time to listen... 
will give me a reliance not smeared with absurd ridicule;
I can give good advice: unforgettable words that will remain. 


Confide in selfless, trustworthy friends who show concern and self-assurance,
by their deeds you will know the trueness of their evident honesty;
so why wait and not run to one as I... and not start living without reluctance? 



Details | Free verse | |

Beautiful Cycle -- Leaf of Nature

Gentle breeze caressing joyful cheek
Blooming blossoms in its shadow
Dancing in the wind it waves
Autumn colors so grand
Winter makes it sigh
Spring budding new
Summer blooms
Dancing
Leaf!



Comments:   The nonet poem has nine lines, with the first line containing nine 
syllables, the second line eight, the third seven, then six, next five, then four and 
continuing until the last and ninth line has one syllable. The nonet poem may be 
written about any subject, and rhyming is optional. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Forever Somewhere

Watch me as I shoot across the midnight sky
Looking almost as beautiful as I am fast
I do my best to try not to die
But we both know that I cannot last

Flames and faith blazing as I go
Because I know that just up around the bend
Is forever somewhere that I do not know
Is forever somewhere near my sweetest friend
Is forever somewhere where I still love you so
and forever somewhere near my bitter end..


Details | Rhyme | |

In My Head

So  in my head I've made a land,
Where far as you can see,
Is beauty, bliss, and truest wonder,
Overcomes our dreams.

And in this land I swear to you,
Its light is such a splendor,
A place for only you and me,
For both our hearts so tendor.

The aura mists around our souls,
are frosty yet it's warm,
And I know that when we're together,
we'll conquer all storms.

The water ripples, branches tickle,
The sky is dim yet brigt,
And though we make so much desicions,
I know we'll do what's right.

I promise to you Jacob,
I'll always be your girl,
I also promise to you dear,
We'll be safe in our world.


Details | Narrative | |

MY TREASURE BENEATH THE TIDES

The murky rolling waves subject
to the whims of the February's wind, 
far above the secluded lighthouse;
the roaming aircrafts vanish through thick clouds,
leaving behind a trail of hazardous vapors...
but the geese and seagulls can't continue their existence!  

And still the sea offers them its promise,
a distant shore untouched by man...
by his greedy ways and incompassion,
causing the extinction of many species;
my reflection is based on fact :
we can't survive without them!

The stylish wild birds engage,
as if striken by a sudden rage,
in their frantic, daily dance over the marina,
as I listen the melancholic lyrics of  " Nessun Dorma "...  
the exquisite area of Puccini,
which comes alive through the extraordinary voice of Bocelli!
   
 At four the fog thickens and shrouds the shoreline,
the brass lampposts light up with reluctance...
to shy away the presence of any ghost; 
I, in transitive joy, hide my treasure beneath the tides,
hoping someone will find it  and remember my work... 
long after my thoughts will be no longer alive! 


Details | Free verse | |

Protect Me As I Sleep

Nobody 
Knows my real name
‘Angel’ 
Is what I go by
I am freezing cold
I don’t have money
Just, the clothes on my back
I am a walking wardrobe
I am lonely
I smell like crap
I am starving hungry
I can’t find any shelter
My clothes are drenched
I look like a drowned rat!
Violence
Upon women
Is classed normal
Around here!
I wonder...
If
I will survive
Another day?
Only
To wake up
And
Do this
All over, again!
“Protect me tonight
As,I lay my head to rest”
“I love you, dear God”

“Goodnight”


Details | Narrative | |

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 | Rhyme | |

A Soldier's Memorial

It is built on pain and on sorrow
To always beware of what comes tomorrow
Although to some it burns from the past
Like the flames of hell rising fast

But yet be happy, there is some hope
Some happy things to help those cope
With problems that come, but memories gone
Into the ashes where only death belongs

A voice could say, “Beware what you seek.”
This voice wants all to be dreary and bleak
It calls for a unity of past damnation
It wants the world to have a remorseful sensation

Though, it cannot be stopped but can be fought
The memories from those that can be forgot
So live life well, allow no worry to fly
The days of sorrows and lies have gone by

Think of the days where it will be perfection
From the day of birth or the grave-sites reflection
It can never break what was built in a heart
Never worry, only love, for love is thou art


Details | Verse | |

THE THINGS WE TAKE FOR GRANTED

The things that we take for granted
are the simple words we hold from our tongues,
much more thought should be given
to understand their deeper meaning...
have you said," Thank you. " to someone?


When I incidentally bump into people in the supermarket,
I say, " Sorry. " They smile back saying, " It's okay! "
That makes you realize that not all folks are rude....
yes, courtesy is another form of unseen kindness
that we should use more often to improve social behavior. 


When making a turn, give the right of way to pedestrians,
a courteous driver gets a stranger's smile on the way to work; 
even when there's no stop sign at the corner, let them cross,
they will react as the stranger did...remembering your gesture. 


Opening the door for anyone entering the store
makes that person's face light up with thankfulness,
and letting one go ahead of you when she or he has a couple of items,
shows your regard for that individual, never mind who's complaining behind! 
 

When riding the subway, train or bus on the rush hour which is entirely urban,
getting a seat is never easy...give yours to an older man or woman,
or an expecting one regardless of age...you'll surely get a flash of gratitude!
As you can see, the things that we take for granted can enrich our lives.
 


Details | Couplet | |

Heaven Can Wait

<                                            left behind
           
                                              how divine


                                              his choosing

                                               my losing


                                            unfinished work

                                              must  assert

                                         
                                           I truly understand

                                         " God's"  choice in plan

         
                                     for " He " needs bigger wings

                                            to carry all my things

                                    
                                    and when those clouds spread eagle

                                      it will become finalized and legal


                                              my final destination

                                        will be "Heaven's" sensation


                                         and the reunion will be nil

                                     with family and friends lying still


                                       
                                               so for now I'll wait

                                       for my sweet "Lord" to set the date


                                              to return for only me

                                            in  clouds more of three




Entry For 
Catie Lindsey's 
Left Behind Contest
Gl All

                                         

                                


                                                 



                                            

                                            


                          

                                               

                                            



                                    


Details | Free verse | |

The Power in Peace

To be able to stand up and be thirty feet tall;
shout out and echo from the mountain ranges of chile
to the coast of Japan;
to harm someone without use of brute strength,
but with the power of the words they speak.
And with a single step they shake foundations,
tumbling buildings like the White House,
and the Palace  of Westiminster;
one can finally tell what power is.
Those born to lead are destined;
to destroy,
like a wildfire they spread,
contaminating the wood that's built society,
weakening the support;
to rebuild,
with cunning superiority,
they triumph over the fire,
dousing with a power that comes to few
who don't lead in fear,
but instead take the necessities of those around him
and own them.
And so fires begin,
from the burning hearts of those like
Adolf Hitler and Jim Jones,
which are doused by unity,
a power created to regain balance
when evil runs its course.
And with this unity,
we've created nations, governments
and in rare occasions, Peace.


Details | Rhyme | |

God Asked Come Unto Me

 God Asked; “Come Unto Me…”

God called my name…. 
I didn’t know what to expect!
The words he spoke.  I won’t forget!

What he said to me….  I remember so vividly.
I woke me up in the night so unexpectedly!

As I heard the words, I jumped out of bed.
I wanted to hear what my Lord said.

He spoke, and wanted me to follow him!
I decided to obey and trust him as my friend!

What he desired, was to have a servant’s heart!
He was there for me!  
Right from the start!

My worldly possessions…  I left behind!
A new treasure in Christ…  I did find!

Many of my “past habits” began to leave me!
As I felt God’s awesome love all around me!

My life and attention were now decided.
Everything I needed...  
 God provided!

I chose to follow him 100 percent!
Fellowship with my creator,
is time well spent!

He’s my blessed savior and I am his!
And is with me each day I live!

Won’t you beckon his spirit’s call?
Living for Jesus makes it worth it all!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

I Sing Praises To You

And I sing praises to you
As my voice is lifted high
Where the angels reign
High above the sky
You can hear me sing
And I sing praises to you
The mighty Lord above
And though from afar
You fill my heart with love
Like a shininmg morning star
And I sing praises to you
Just as the sweet tunes
Ringing from a harp
My voice is lifted to you
And so is my heart


Details | Free verse | |

Holy Vow

<                                             5 Vows
                                              Holy Wow

                                               Jainism
                                               Realisim

         
                                             Here We Go
                                            Nice And Slow


                                            Non - Violence
                                            
                                                  Truth

                                            Non -  Stealing

                                            Celibacy / Chastity

                               Non - Attachment  /  Non - Possesion




                                               Life  For  Thee 

                                               It    Must    Be




Entry For 
Deb Guzzi's
Broad Horizons


The 5 Vows Of Janism

                        

                                                

                              


Details | Haiku | |

I See You My Little Pretty

under water fun
tiger lands crouch position
nostrils and eyes flared


Details | Sonnet | |

Granted and Given

It is all in the Stars if you look hard enough.
There is always the morning Star twinkling.
And then there is the evening Star blinking.
And then there are layered clouds in a fluff.
 
Then there is the Sun and Moon and stuff.
Sometimes it looks like the Moons winking.
Sometimes it looks like the Sun is thinking.
Makes me wonder if their day can be rough!
 
What a wondrous world I live in.
What balance I live by every day.
My life must be granted and given.
So no wonder I take time to pray.
 
It is granted and given each day just to be me.
Just look up once a day and this you can see.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Rhyme | |

Through The Trials And Valleys

Through The Trials And Valleys…

I’ve been through trials and difficult situations.
Many times it happens with no explanations!

Whatever I’ve had or have taken with me.
I’ve been there when everyone has left me!

The uncertainties I’ve had and struggles I face.
Have brought me to my knees in a “quiet” place.

The journeys I’ve traveled and the storms ahead.
Have brought worry and stress in the words I said.

Whatever trials I’ve  faced...  To Jesus I cried!
A comfort and strength .   He did provide!

I know a truth that is important and most certain.	
Jesus can take away any hardship or burden!

If  there were no trials...  How could I trust him?
Because of what he’s done  How I love him!

If I had no hardships or trials, I’d probably “forget him.”
Giving him my whole life?  I don’t think I’d let him!

But he’s proven to me just how much he loves me!
He reached down from heaven and touched me!

He’s my comfort and joy and enduring friend!
He’ll be there with me…  Till the very end!

This Jesus I know.  I recommend him to you!
He is God!  Our provider! This is so true!

Won’t you give him a chance in your life today!
He can bring hope and take 
all of the dark clouds away!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Haiku | |

Shine On

a beacon of light 
transparent through clouds clusters
reflects off stilled bay


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku Collection Number 1

Hot tropical night
tension, sweat drips, bodies move
it’s time to tango.

Trimmed in red, white, green
ornaments sparkle and shine
Christmas time is here.

Golden Buddha sits
wisdom comes from emptiness
Shakyamuni, be.

White flakes falling down
glitters like stars in the sky
go up, ski down, weeee!

Swish, swish, swish, left, right
swish, swish, swish, down from up high
hot cocoa awaits.

Sun sets, pale red sky
mountains darken, purple sight
love Colorado.

Eight tracks and cassettes
memoires of the eighties
tunes blares as we cruise!

Honking all the time
everyone waiting in line
wild geese eating.

Black bird walks funny
searching for a bite to eat
that finch got it first.

Strange and bizarre dance
colors moving back and forth
parking lot ballet.

We bid you welcome
to our home of happiness
come and share it’s wealth.

Friends arrive this night
smiles and laughter for all
would you like some tea?

Sadness, time to leave
wisdom and cheer must be spread
to those that have need.

Cloud covered moon glows
eerie light darkens, pitch black
the wolves howl no more


Details | Lyric | |

I Shall Always Treasure You

For the person I am and the person you are
For the times we are together and the times we are apart
For the times we have cried and the times we have shared
For the times we have laughed and you showed me you cared
For the places we have traveled and the places we have seen
From the moment you proposed on a bended knee
For the honesty you have shown and the truth you have told
I know in my heart our love will never get old
For bringing out the sun on a most dreary day
For going to the doctors to see that everything will be okay
For the little notes and the little letters 
For letting me know things will always get better
I Shall Always Treasure you for so many things
And always be grateful you loved only me..



Details | Rhyme | |

First Glance

 There I was, feeling the breeze,
The sand on my feet, How I want time to freeze.
I try to reminisce my childhood,
teary eyed, in the shore where I stood.

Holding on to memories like this,
It's as bad as it gets, recalling people you dearly miss.
I was walking there on my own,
preserved in a bubble, while listening to some music on my phone.

Then I glance at a distant,
astonished by the guy for an instant.
How he was indeed amazing,
looking at the sunset, loving what he's doing.

Now I was struck by his first glance,
even though it was merely by chance.
But I won't forget his smile,
for I felt a little Happiness, even just for a while.


Details | Limerick | |

I'm Growing

<                                  economic woes
                                    say it isn't so
                                    fruits vegetables of divine
                                    artificial added such a crime
                                    sow garden  W.T.G     {Way To Go}
                                    
                                    
                                    
                                    
                                    


Details | Cowboy | |

First True Friends

You see that man over there
sitting stern faced in his chair?
Look closer, see that twinkle in his eye?
That's a glimpse of softness that you spy 

You see that woman laughing there
dancing eyes & witty air?
Look closer, see the iron & grit?
That's a glimpse of strength, wrapped like a gift
 
They made me who I am today
tightened the reins when I went astray
The calming center in a teenage storm
The home fires that still keep me warm 

He gave me the gift of discipline & control
She is the sunshine that fills my soul
He taught me young of the cowboy ways
She set my passion for words ablaze 

He taught me to be fair & just
She showed me kindness was a must
He showed me how to draw respect
She taught me to rely on humor & intellect 

A parent must first be your teacher
sometimes judge, jury & preacher
Their wisdom guided me in my youth
They guide me still, to tell the truth 

(c) August 2003


Details | Quintain (English) | |

THOUGHTS OF A SURVIVOR

I haven't turned ninenteen yet,
and in this white-linen hospital bed...
that horrible scene of the car crash
keeps on flashing back and makes me sweat.


I could have died, but so grateful to be alive and out of danger,
breathing air despite the acute pain I endure,
my mom keeps watch and praying she awaits a miracle...
even doctors firmly believe that's not impossible. 


Will I be able to walk pain-free and think clearly as before within a year?
That still remains to be seen, but I trust as mother
in the power of prayers...and believing in a God
who always keeps His promise by proclaiming Himself an awesome Lord. 



The tremendous support I get from all makes me stronger in my fight.    
and they bring me get-well cards and lots of flowers and teddy bears,
I stare at them and they comfort me when I look back and shed tears...
two weeks ago I felt invincible, now this tragedy has changed all that.


Will I ever forget what happened on that narrow, dim-lit street...
when I lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep?
Ambulances and firetrucks wailed, but nothing I heard...
I could have died and not have been a witness to the story I've told!




Details | Free verse | |

The Lazy Days Of Summer

the illuminating sounds of summer
first there is birds sweet sernarding amidst cottonwoods
and if your lucky enough even capture whispers of the wind speaking 
down in a lustrous valley of green and don't forget about  
echoes of an eagle encircling the blue yonder looking for it's mate
or you can capture  sounds of a babbling brook flowing 
down an winding outcrop stream but to me
I think my favorite sound thus far is the laughter of my child's voice
and the sizzling sounds of hot dogs and hamburgers 
being made on my grill as were watching  fireworks display 
from the back of a twin engine houseboat floating down
a rivers edge Oh the sounds of summer would be nil
if I would awake from this enchanted dream 


Details | Free verse | |

You're Going To Die Laughing

I could just imagine Tom 
dancing in the Lord's Kitchen
wearing his Spandex Boxer Shorts
while his other goofy Friends Hammond and Rosie
pose as Vacuum Salesmen 
at a Dire Straits Gig
making Tidbits and poking Wormholes
with their Listerine Soaked Tissue box
Oh I know Tom has to be laughing in sweet Pain
as these two nut cases aboard an U.F.O.
and stay drifting to another brilliant Convention
on  Insomnia and Nuclear Waste Medicine
Bet they end up thinking that  Lunar Craters
is the head cheese in charge 
As they sit to Wine And Dine for free


Details | I do not know? | |

THESE STATES UNITED - PART II

How someone like you 
 
and me
 
could ever be
 
this forever free

Never say never

Ever
 
Oh say, can you see
 
this valiant righteous fight
 
of the tiny 13
 
against the giant gorgeous gallant might
 
of the Royal Crown
 

into that last gleaming
 
fluorescent
 
effortlessly seeming
 
twilight 
 
as American soldiers fell
 
and died
 
and their women 

and Lady Liberty

rang the bell
 
and cried
 
screaming
 
and the little ones 
 
so sound asleep
 
nestled in their bed
 
so peacefully dreaming
 
whilst their King 

while their King lay dead
 

Hear his deep voice echo over and over in your head
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said

You remember what he said

You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said

You remember what he said

You remember what he said

You remember what he said
 
as you lay there
 
missing and yearning
 
teaching and learning
 
freezing and burning
 
and tossing and turning
 
battledrums slow and become tribal
 
Yes, you too, remembers what he said:
 
"It is impossible to rightly govern a nation without God and the Bible"


 
So trumpeters blew and told 

their story
 
the drumboys rolled
 
out Old Glory
 
My God behold
 
Watch Old Glory
 
so dignified
 
unfold
 
Stars and Stripes 
 
thus signified

an Independence newfound
 

on Sacred, Sacred, Splendid, Sacred, Holy ground
 
Kneeling at ground Zero
 
Never forget
 
My, your, Our forgotten Hero

Ole' Father George pause and take a good look around
 
Ole' Father George steal the stars 
 
just this once

just in between
 
the glare of royal red rockets
 
and hand them to
 
the mighty 13
 
and the red stripes so soaked with blood
 
from our beloved Mother
 
across the pond

Sons no more, oh no, Mother 
 
There isn't any other
 

It’s me now - your new younger brother

Just passing through

the bright white rays of sunlight
 
into the big bold box of navy blue
 
into starry starry nights
 
Ole' Father George, our hopes ignited
 
Your legs so weary
 
Our dreams excited
 
Thank you, Ole' Father George
 
Thank you, God
 
God Bless These States United




Details | Rhyme | |

Poets in Sync " Two Peas in a Pod "

April this year
2009
Writing and posting
Wow, it's all going fine

Miss Gorelick, Miss Devonshire
Welcomed me aboard
Two lovely ladies
Wow, this Highlander's scored

But honestly
The feeling i received
Was very much more
Than i had dream-ed

The weeks progressed
As i wrote my poems
The comments by Carolyn
Had kept me going

As i wrote away
Topics and themes
Historical and nature
Subjects to me, supreme

As i read Carolyn's
And she read mine
Two peas in a pod
It springs to mind

Similar writings
And some even the same
Signals in harmony
Sailing the same plain

And look at us now
A collaboration couple
Our future in write
A poet double

Our poems together
Two heads as one
Look out for our postings
There's much more to come


 
My entry into Nathan Leccese's contest " Two Peas in a Pod "



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


Details | Light Poetry | |

Hues to Blues

     Its perfect here.
     I love it.
     Here...Peace and serenity fill and warm my heart.
     Out here...Its like Im someone else.
     Its so calm.
     Its a place where I can finally find myself.
         That was before.
         This is after.
     Here it was green and every hue you could imagine.
     Now...Its black and ash.
     You knew I loved it so you took it.
     You took it from me.
     I've lost it.
     I've lost myself.
     You took this cluster of nature from me.
     And with it you took a peice of me.
     With or without you,
     I'm stronger.
     Although its nothing,
     but black ash and smoke,
     I still love it here.
     I will come here
     and loose myself as I did before,
     Even though it is after.
     


Details | Limerick | |

A Drunken Tale

Over lips and through da gums
Hooked minno is going down some
Depth by depth there she sinks
Hooked a dam dogfish oh how that stinks
Pulled anchor and now drowning in rum




Tribute To Fishing
Also Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's
Sea Tale Limericks
GL All


Details | Ballad | |

Veterans Honored Everywhere

My daddy served till I was six.
A Navy man.  He loved his ship.

Rejecting Hero he would proclaim.
"Those who died should have that name."

Sailed many times across the waves.
Rescuing prisoners from cells as graves.

A Coxman warning of things to come.
That sound still echos to setting sun.

Blow the whistle as bugals blare!
Today Veterans shall be honored everywhere.

             MAFLongfellow


Details | Rhyme | |

The American Flag

(rhyme poetry)


Our nations colors are always seen, 
First of all for freedom's cause.
Touching us, moving us with every scene, 
In history never take a pause 

Flag that led us through many wars, 
Glorious stars and stripes, taking its toll.
In the end taking so much more, 
Shedding heroes' blood upon a shore 

With colors bright it's always there, 
Symbolic cloth that our hearts adore 
With so much pride that we can wear, 
And display with honor right by the door! 

Glorious flag that makes us unite, 
Filling us all with so much love. 
Blessed One from the Mighty above, 
Flying high in the wings of a dove! 



Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2004-2009 


August 1,2009


Details | Ballad | |

Eric's Story

The yard of my home, the location of football games. Eric was a wuss. If he had the ball, stand in front of him he’d drop it. One time running for a pass. I couldn’t see him he was near, I could smell the Old Spice he wore. I heard a sound I turned around. I swallowed the spearmint I was sucking. Eric was on the ground with the ball. His arm had a lump he sat out a few plays. We told him “go home” let his mom know he was hurt he refused. If he went home, his mom would make him stay. Eventually, he rejoined the game. The next day, Eric came over with a cast on his arm. He had broken it in three places. Eric the wuss had played football with a broken arm. He was a man. No one called Eric a wuss again.


Details | Quatrain | |

We All Become Each Other

We all become each other
When we read each others writes
Its because we all learn from each other
That in our mind they turn out right

We all become each other
Its the nature of the feast
The poetry forms the words we use
On paper they are released

We all become each other 
On this community on the net
Names with images, some bio's follow
With time we all inter met




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-9.php


Details | Haiku | |

You Light Up My Life

suns candlepowers
can surley lighten up some
darken passages



Tribute To Nature
And The Power Of The Sun


Also Entry For
Raul Moreno's
Ascension Haiku Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

THE FORGOTTEN JESUS

All the beauty of decorations point to a folly reason, 
and everywhere our curious and astonished eyes turn this  season:
is about commercial profit and insane shopping sprees...
no, nobody seems aware of the glory of the forgotten Jesus!


If money squandering weren't on anybody's mind,
we would have less worries and sleep soundly as a child;
ever wonder if the Devil had something to do with this?
Believe it, He is the cause of unrest and unhappiness!


We can still redeem ourselves by washing our souls of greed;
imagine how sad and inhuman is to watch the forgotten Jesus
with no visitors rushing to the stable to proclaim Him a King who'll lead:
let's all greet Him and and really value the true meaning of Christmas!


All children may be disappointed about this, sudden drastic change...
getting neither expensive toys nor stuffed stockings on Christmas Eve;
and they may cry...believing that we are the Scrooges of a modern age,
but once they come to visit the forgotten Jesus, they could never leave!


Details | I do not know? | |

The Crucible

I can only begin,
To express what its like,
To have gone through such things,
As the crucible hike,
54 hours of torturing pain,
Which only got worse,
When it started to rain,
6 hours of sleep,
Issued 3 MRE'S,
5 recruits dropped,
Overcome by the heat,
After 2 days of hiking,
We were issued our masks,
Taken into a chamber,
Were we get CS gassed,
With the rest of our strength,
We head for the reaper,
Into the mountains,
We hike deeper and deeper,
80 pounds on our backs,
M16 to our side,
Ascending the mountain,
Screaming painfully inside,
The Reapers a monster,
It can swallow you up,
A truck had to follow,
To pick recruits up,
though it felt like forever,
We had finally arrived,
Beyond exhausted,
and sleep deprived,
Then the DI's scream out,
lets pack up our trash,
its time to head out,
So get off of your ass,
The hike back was torture,
But as we got back,
we ate a meal fit for warriors,
then marched straight to our racks,
Some thought they'd been dreaming,
Some wild cartoon,
But we had really overcome it,
As a team, a platoon!
Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


Details | Free verse | |

Somewhere Between Wedded Bliss Street and Family Man Drive

Don't fear me.
My problems are 
not contagious.
Years ago I was 
like you.
My home was beautiful.
My family was everything.
Somewhere between 
Wedded Bliss Street
and Family Man Drive
I took a wrong turn.

It's not as easy as you think
to turn back around.
'Just get a job! '
is as simple as 
answering the 'Meaning of life'.
An address is needed for a job...
yet a job is needed for an address.
Without one or the other
where is the hope? 

You think I look 
frightening.
Maybe if you actually saw me
you would see that
I look
frightened.

I don't want a handout
but I'm in no position
to refuse it.
I need your help, 
your compassion, 
your faith, 
and your friendship.

I can get myself going
in the right direction again.
All I need is a little help
while I round the corner.
Then watch me fly.


Details | Free verse | |

Excused Excuses

 
Excused Excuses 

Excused Excuses 


“Oh Mr. Jenkins NO eye am not rally late eye was in the information commons 
looking up the answers to my questions and getting ready for my test please 
don't make me say it.” “Yes Mr. Timid tell the class your name your own last 
name and say it fifty times.” “Like this just say “I am Timid” and let it go like 
that.” “It's just a lesson for you to learn and it will keep you from ever being late do 
you want to be late to your own funeral?” There was a quiet in the little classroom 
made for fourteen places near the door. Everyone was smiling and hard to keep 
from the guffaws for listen gentle reader to what the student had to say. “I am 
Timid fifty times.” And then the door slammed and he went away. Every eye was 
on the JENKINS man as he was heard to say, “What a delightful lad he will lead 
his troops to combat soon.” “What a delightful little man.”And in a hushed and 
softer voice Mr. Jenkins said to them “Mr. Timid is excused.” 
 
           
 
 
 Excused Excuses 
 


Details | Free verse | |

Pyramidal Design

Tucked away in tiny alleys
Golden secrets in pyramidal design,
Tumbling layers of flats and homes
In blocks of cream and golden limestone,
Indistinguishable behind screens and doors
And built to withstand the heat and cold.
Fertile land farmed in terraced slopes
So precious it’s preserved for crops,
Animals seem hidden away
In sunken pits, not on display.
A different world in the Mediterranean,
So much so it is a haven
Of safety from the wider world,
Let’s pray it can be preserved.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Enchanting View

Jagged rocks that tip my balance,
Vein like roots that trip my feet,
Branching weeds that scratch my legs,
The chill of the wind that steals my heat,

The steepness of this endless mountain,
The wanting, longing to reach the top,
The feeling that I can’t go on,
I need to let my body drop.

I see the end, the wind grows stronger,
The mountain seems to flatten out,
I can succeed; I’m almost there now,
My heart is screaming a silent shout.

The feeling of success is sweet,
The sky above, so baby blue,
I finally made it; the pain is gone now,
My prize, my cure: the enchanting view.


Details | Couplet | |

SAVIOUR CHURCH, GRIBOYEDOVA CANAL, ST PETERSBURG

SAVIOUR CHURCH,  GRIBOYEDOVA  CANAL,  ST.  PETERSBURG

In defiance of its Soviet museum-death
Reflected in water moved by God’s breath
The five-domed Saviour church gives
Hope, for its bulbous gold dome yet lives


Silent spheres sing of new life glowing
With gold-edged scales reflecting, showing
In watery   swaying flashes
Like shoals of precious trembling fishes


Each scalloped wavelet free of bondage
A floating rocking hollow image
Each preserving part of dome
Like cell-life survivors, seeking home,

Always dividing, always  merging,
A breath behind them always urging
Each insubstantial golden sliver,
This restless gilt amoeba-river.

Passing boat’s wake - the song of  cupola,
The surface is alive from passing gondola
Shimmering millioned changing shapes
Countless gold-coin waterscapes

Myriad miracles – smithereens of gilt -
Tremulous treasure,  shining  spilt
Water calms from images manifold
To cells quiescent,  edged in gold.

They coalesce.   From many are spun one
Music of the sphere  living in the sun
Of God’s golden dome  -  museum  dead  -
By the life-giving saviour water of canal  fed.

.............................................................

Note.

Ever watched how a reflection of a church or other object  in moving water produces small swirling part-images, each undefined but still clearly part of the  object's image?  It's fascinating. 


Details | Narrative | |

WHEN SPRING DIDN'T HIDE ITS FLOWERS!

Nothing is more delightful
and simply remembered by a sweet word...
than a walk through a green forest,
to find a remote spot on a low hill
and put those daily worries to rest;
the anxious eyes long for that vision
of a last, unforgotten season: 
the gentlest rain which brings
a familiar fragrance from other lands...
when spring hides its flowers!

Whenever the lonely poet dreams,
his unerring hand is quicker that  the flowing streams:
the distant vison of his flourishing thoughts
is carried to unseen places; 
and all he wishes is to feel  a sublime peace...
when spring hides its flowers!

The wishful child ,led by his mom ,searches 
 the leaf-covered paths with a sorrowful glance,
even the robins and blue-birds can't confort him,
 or give him some kind of hope for his unleashed whim;
and will he relish the joyful promise of each year,
as a gentle hand caresses his blonde hair...
when springs hides its flowers from his zealous eyes,
and one of those adolescent dreams unexpectedly dies?

I, once, was like him:  curious,cheerful and so restless:
seeking surprises in unexpected places...
finding myself in front of simple wonders
that couldn't  be perceived by the adult mind,
as if they were another mystery, not the creation of God...
when spring didn't hide its flowers!


Details | Couplet | |

Flying High

<                                            my deepest passion
                                              outstretched wings of an eagle in fashion  

                                              encircling his domain 
                                              tride and true he remains  

                                              sno-capped peaks
                                              for mate he seeks

                                              call of the wild
                                              imatate like a child

                                              fields of green
                                              crystal streams

                                              beyond horizon
                                              sun's new arising

                                              take me back home
                                              to where the eagle roams

                                              for the capture of ones flight
                                              is purity for ones watchful eye's sight

                                              so come join me on this excursion
                                              inspiration you'll be splurging

                                              I thank you my feather friend
                                              be safe until we meet once again

                                              for you hold your own glory
                                              as it's told in this tales story



Entry For Amy Green's Contest
My Deepest Passion
G.L. All

                                              
                                                                                    


Details | I do not know? | |

Iv Always Wanted

Iv always wanted my life to be like those Love stories..
The ones with mysteries and secrets and forbidden love.

I read those books to be in a different place than i am in..
Kind of like leaving reality.

I put myself in the persons place.. like 'i am' that person.

I want to have that life.. with secrets you have to find out.

Just an exciting life.....

I escape my life when i read those books.. i want to live through that...


( please comment if you have any say or if you understand... cuz i feel like im the only one who thinks this.... thank you for reading :) )


Details | Rhyme | |

MAY YOUR ONLY WISH BE...

May your only wish be...
rosy sunsets with chimes
that welcome the smiles
of those seeking serenity! 


May your day never end,
and if it does: be gratefully glad;
look above...there's nothing but Heaven,
as those orange and red colors blend again! 


The parting petrels have swift wings,
and emitting their last shrill: they let Nature repose;
oh, just one wish can bring new dreams...
as the harmonious song of the robins seems to pause!


Details | Rhyme | |

My Pacific Ocean Island

There is an island
In the Pacific ocean
Surrounded by blues
In various motions

The blue of the water
Reflects from the sky
Turquoise and dark
Either makes me sigh

With mountains of lush green
In sloping canvas
Varieties aplenty
Trees and grasses

Species so different
Grace this land
Where they have thrived for years
As it has never been manned

Golden beaches
Glitter her coast
Where the blue waves caress
Its where i sigh the most

Coconut palm trees
Figs, berries and roots
In glorious harvest
Natures fine fruits

Please close your eyes
And join me there
As you open your eyes
All you can do is stare

Where is this island
Do you all want to hear
Its in the Pacific Ocean
Oh how i wish i was near




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-6.php


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

Simple Unoccupied Bench

The simple bench sits
Unoccupied now
Classic table holds
Intent to write poems
Correspondences

Light sweater blown
Onto yellow
Roses, walkway
Empty no one

Garden neat
Perfect plants
Fenced closed

Where is.......
Empty

Bench

("The Bench"(The Garden Of Versailles) Edouard Manet (1832-1883/French) Oil On Canvas)


Details | Free verse | |

Vivaldi's Violin 1687

Vivaldi man of “Four Seasons”
Played his violin for a reason
While singing the strings
Excellent music he brings
Great melody it rings

“La Primavera” sole concerto
Uplifting the spirits without alto
Amsterdam, Prague, Venice and Vienna
Spectacular operas making souls remember 
Strings and harmony joining in splendor

Maestro de Violino
Creating rhythm with his bow like no one knows
Musical scales moving your head
Great melody even for newlyweds
Tempo, decrescendo, awaken even a sleepyhead

Vivaldi man of “Four Seasons”
Played his violin for a reason
Bow singing the strings
Excellent music he brings
Great harmony it rings


© Joseph, 4/14/08
© All Rights Reserved

~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~
Placed in the 352 poems selected
out of the 1129 submitted in the 
Poetry Soup September 2008 Contest
~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~

Dedicated:  To the lovers of great violin music

Author’s Comments:  My youngest son is a violinist and it’s such a pleasure 
listening to his music and hearing about the musicians he talks about with 
others.


Details | I do not know? | |

World Song-A Blessing to the Outcries

I’ve been blessed enough
To be protected
Positive surroundings
Never been rejected
Never redirected
No misdirection
In my life to date
No bad decisions
That could’ve sealed my fate
But my fortunate status
Won’t allow me to stall,
Failing to see the world as it is
Outside my four walls
I can and will, 
Still
Allow myself to feel 
The very factors, 
That force
The faces of fear 
From those 
That often shed 
Agonizing tears
From angst 
And ravaging years
Tormented, 
By the hands of time
Forced down,
Forced out,
Forced to the end of the line
Enslaved, 
By an oppressed mind-set
From a hope not yet, 
Seen
Hope deferred
Depressing things
To the point of,
“I dare not dream”
Thus, 
It seems
The band of healing
Should start with me
Beaming
Intensity
Baring
Charity
It’s inherent 
That I help
Him, her,
You
To be the blessing
Towards a life anew
For those who choose
To live it
So my life of privilege
Should I not only accept,
For self
But for the world, 
To be well
Therefore,
My benefits
Should outpour
To the outcries
To the extent
That opportunity extends
Starting,
A non-stop trend 


Details | Free verse | |

Free Range

Often my thoughts do range far and wide.
But it’s not just my thoughts that skim the tides.
When my Hubby asks and I don’t reply…
He says I’m free ranging again with my mind.
He laughs and tells me to please wake up…
But I’ve already been there, thank you, so much.

Deep in thought and so far away,
He’s still my muse in every way.
But once I get going on that thought…
Look out boys, my mind is set and lost
But don’t you worry. No Sireeee.
When the typing slows you’ll know I’m back, you see.

Those free-range chickens have nothing on me…
I way surpass them in productivity.
And as my words free range far and wide
You’ll find… others may be joyfully joining  me for a time.



Details | Haiku | |

Cascade Mountains~ Haiku

Majestic Snow Caps
Shimmering High Carressing
Rough Jagged Rocks


Details | Sonnet | |

The Just of Me

The just of me is a special magic seed you see.
It has long drawn out roots branching off fruit.
The more you eat the more you will follow suit.
The just of me is why my life was meant to be.

I can steal a moment and shiver on your knee.
I can laugh or I can cry and sustain the mute.
I am loaded I tell you my seed carries the loot.
I’ll sprinkle maybe a dash up to a shining key.

I am counted in and out at the very same time.
Early in the morning or late at night, time I am.
Genres unfold whistling through my wind chime,
So, it's just the just of me being slain by a lamb.

Greetings I say to you, and welcome to your every bit of who!
The just of me swears something deep inside us always knew.


Details | Rhyme | |

Concrete Jungle

You say concrete jungle? I've never been near
Only tall grasses and green fields here
This delightful place you speak of is unfamiliar to me
It's a place I'd someday like to be

They say it's a place where dreams are born and even torn,
Torn apart and never spoken of again
If it so happens to me,  my journey must not end
I'll skip home down south where my heart can mend
And come back stronger to challenge this concrete jungle again


Details | Rhyme | |

Stalag Luft III ( Stammlager Luft )

Let me take you back
To 1942
In Sagan ( Zagan ) Poland
In World War II
 
Their was built a camp
For prisoners of war
Primarily Air Force
Heroes galore
 
The site was selected
To escape them tunnelling
Deterring their efforts
In freedom funnelling
 
Forward we move
To March 1944
A tunnel called " Harry "
These servicemen bore
 
On a moonless night
March 24th
The crawled through the tunnel
To escape to go forth
 
To assist their escape
Air raid sirens wailed
The camps lights went dim
To the steps they scaled
 
Ten in the first hour
Escaped to the trees
Seventy six in total
From Stalag Luft free
 
The seventy seventh
Was seen emerging from the ground
The guards in alert
As the tunnel was found
 
The escaped seventy six
To the railway station they went
But confusion arose
For the paths they were meant
 
Not knowing where to go
They all missed their train
Some stayed for the next
While others walked the terrain
 
What befell the escaped
My words will speak
The search by the Germans
In prisoner seek
 
Two Norwegians 
Made it to Sweden
A Dutch man through France
To Spain was his freedom
 
When news of this broke
Hitler was incensed
Orders were issued
For Artur Nebe to dispense
 
Fifty were herded
Onto trucks for their return
But they stopped at a clearing
For their fate to be learned
 
As they disembarked the trucks
To stretch their legs
Spandau's and Schmeisser's
Sprayed them with lead
 
The news of these deaths
Left our Parliament in shock
For these tragic moments
The Nuremberg trials would unlock
 
After the war
Gestapo officers were tried
They were responsible
For the fifty who died
 
This write is my tribute
For they were near freedoms gate
To all who were behind
The Great Escape



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


Details | Rhyme | |

Heaven

I want to go to a place where flowers sprout without watering where birds sing to their hearts 
content where nothing but peace flows through the air I want to go to the place that was 
made just for me, with love and care where I can sing, and dance, and be light in spirit I 
want to go to where I can be with My King and Father in His magical place Where I can be 
happy and walk on oceans, and not be afraid to go near it Where everything will be just so 
easy and no longer hard Where all my scars will be healed and washed away with just His 
look Where I will fear no evil and will not be scared I want to go to the place where I can not 
just have one house but have seven The place I wanna go is called Heaven


Details | Free verse | |

shannon's recourse

tick. . . tick. .  talk the time today
busy a great gather of 
basketed flowers
that might move us towards
great outlawed-metered parked cars 
ticketing themselves
and twist. . . twist your fire-hydrant wrist
while the streets look the other way
simple lack-luster 
awaits your perceptive 50’s point of view
but it’s all the daughters that decide
off which part of  concrete to part with
and wake up 
in which car to ride in


Details | Quatrain | |

Tall Tales

With muse in hand I must come up with great stories
That it keeps it's seeker longing for more of it's caption
free verse sonnet haiku or just stopping on by
I'm sure that there's something you may find very interesting




Tribute To Writers Here At
P.S.

Also Entry For 
Brian Strand's
Poulter's Measure
GL All


Details | I do not know? | |

Drifts of Blossoms

Daring drifts of blossoms dance along the water's edge 
And count their blessings for Heaven's sake 
And drown out a lover's pledge 
And the other sounds that two lovers make 


Nature's ways harmonize, climb and chime 
The wind whispers and moves on its way 
Souls search and get lost in time 
And find forever and somewhere to stay 


Cherries burst and dreams explode 
Deep breaths and a sudden sigh 
Dangerous curves down a slippery wet road 
Twists and turns against a dead end sky 


Trees bend into a gripping gust 
A grey ghost rides and hides the light 
Rain falls into dripping lust 
As daydreams dip and dive into night


Details | I do not know? | |

Decided

Years of indecision 
Ended in an instant 
My life in third revision 
Starting in the present 

Touching everything I've owned 
Importing their very essence 
Of each and every feeling they borne 
History rearing it's very presents 

Boxed and placed on an empty truck 
My very existence held in transit 
That is when the melancholy struck 
Walking out this door would be a heroic bit 

On the other side of town a lady waited 
Patiently for me and for me to decide 
That my wild single passions were sated 
And to face and enjoy life by her side 

I fired up that truck, my heart, soul and mind 
Pointed them carefully to the other side of town 
Arriving at a place, I knew, true love I would find 
Truly amazed at the acceptance I had found. 

rlm '09


Details | Rhyme | |

Are Chruches More Worried About Money Than Holiness


Are Churches More Worried About Money Than Holiness?

I believe many churches are in a “spiritual darkness.”
As many “run away” from God’s call for holiness!

Scripture says; “Without holiness…  
No man shall see God above!”
Many churches are more focused on  “preaching on his love.”

God is a God of love, but requires holiness too!
What…  In the name of Christ…  Are you going to do?

You can put money in the offering that passes you by…
Or you can focus on Godly living and give Jesus a try!

You can go to church on Sunday and try to feel “good.”
 But God’s purpose for your life needs to be understood!

Heaven…  Not some building…  Needs to be your goal!
Allow the blood of Jesus to cleanse and make you whole!

Religion is really not the answer that you need to seek.
Get right with God!  And seek him each day of the week!

Forget all of the “religious gossip and chatter!”
Living for and obeying Christ is all that matters!

He is and should be your main source and supply!
Come and drink of his eternal water that never shall run dry!

Give him your love, heart and all of your attention!
May his word be the focus of your life’s direction!

Allow his spirit to create a hunger for holy living within…
He can give you the power and victory over sin!

Time for “playing games” with God needs to be in the past.
So you can enjoy a freedom in Christ that will always last!

By Jim Pemberton    05/21/12


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My Prayer

“Im standing on the side of the road,
Leaning against my car.
I can look far,
Cars comes by,
But I don’t say hi
Im staring at the sky.
It’s a beautiful sunset
You can still see the mountains.
The sky is orange, gray and blue.
There are a couple of stars,
But there where one
It was the brightest one from them all
And I wondered……………wondered ,
if that was my sign.
I read what I wrote,
And felt something in my throat.
I realized it’s time to pray.”
DEAR GOD 
PLEASE FORGIVE ME FROM ALL MY SINS.
PLEASE SAVE ME FROM THIS.
HOLD YOUR ARMS AROUND ME.
PLEASE LEAD ME ALL THE WAY.
“I felt this warm feeling around my body,
And I knew HE was waiting for this.
My smile came back,
This is my second whack.


Looking up at the dark sky
Looking at that bright light.
And all I could say was”
THANK YOU LORD
AMEN





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You'll Get A Rise Out Of This

The rise of Atlantis
For this I don't want you to miss

Coming of the new world
With Justice dressed as it's girl

An apple from God's slate
Filling the hunger for ones plate

Safe harbor to now call home
Empowered by minds that love to roam





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At World's End

At the end of the world I find a place full of everyone's problems to hide my mistakes in total solitude my thoughts become clear my mind is a cave filled with wonder of fear in this dark recession of oppressed memories I escape all the pain by forever running right off the radar the facade crashes down and I see me, the way I really am Worthless, useless, pointless and pathetic the load lessens greatly as I learn to accept it the feeling is beautiful I never want to escape I own my ugliness making yours seem so fake its fate, ever so present taking all into stride has never been as pleasant At the end of the world, voices chatter, unheard choice is just a word to a prisoner of destiny the reason is everything and everywhere but everyone is too busy to notice, or care too busy to love, with much time to hate running faster in circles until the harmony breaks then shoot out straight surprised to be falling down into darkness the last friend still calling.


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The Smell of Exile

we grew up at Home
with a warrior thrust tuning 
our souls to sounds of crickets
to rhythms of the soil
to smells of the rivers
knowing large dreams of moonlight joy
 
we grew up there in an ever rebounding 
spirit learning songs of seasons
that dressed our umbilical cords
for the harvest of our dreams—
they were songs fathers sang in the cycle
many rainless seasons ago
 
many harvest seasons ago we danced away
from loving arms of Home onto the snow sea
opening widely our limbs to invisible lines
that etched new profiteering truths 
into our being into our minds into our hearts
 
when we heard father died this morning
away from Home we were featherless eagles 
looking for remnants of our nest among anthills
at a traffic light fragmented by hideous sores
we lost the burial songs made golden by the Sun
and made the Dead sleep like babes at Home
 
it was here we remembered
the splash of Colors, the smell of Exile
the poverty of dispossession which soaked our souls
froze memories of green Hills of Home
and made us grow resentful to dreams of moonlight joy
 
we looked into the skies and remembered 
when Locusts burst dams and the deep cuts 
of Holy Water drowned the glutton voices of our fathers
our blood drank the pus from our wounds 
buried deep by the locusts beneath the skin
 
we lost our dreams of a harvest
to the splash of colors
we drowned the songs of our fathers
in the roar of the holy water
 
today there are many seas to cross
with deadly triangular calm 
they’ll congeal stubborn death breaths 
while father’s spirit scream at our tenacious fate
 
it is only a season ago since we left, yet
we no longer possess the sounds of the crickets
we no longer dance to the rhythms of the soil
what we have is the pus from the wounds
buried deep by the locusts beneath our skin


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On The Dawn of A New Year

The passage of time records
The things we have achieved, the milestones we have crossed.

The time to come heralds
The things we can yet achieve, the milestones we have yet to cross.

The past is a collage
Of moments in a lifetime, of people and places that have been

The future is a canvas
On which we get to create moments, people and places that can be.

The year gone by
Is a storehouse of memories, a cellar full of nostalgia.

The year to come
Is a receptacle for effort, a playground of anticipation

So, while - on a day like this - you might look back at what has been
Take time, also, to look ahead at what has yet to be

...Of the person you CAN become
...Of the things you CAN do
...Of the places you CAN visit
Of a life that you CAN create


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DECASTICH-THE WISEST ONE

Seeing others doing harmful things,
excessively drinking and using hard drugs,
I say this road is the wisest one
a very prudent individual could ever take, 
hoping that nobody will lay flowers 
on that spot, where a horrible crash may occur.
Perhaps I've been too cautious...
when it comes to save what I hold most precious,
not afflicting useless pain on my body;
only praying to God to safeguard me. 


This afternoon, I visited my niece Crystal in Elmurst Hospital,
as she and her four friends were involved in a bad accident;
the driver, who had a legal alchool level in her blood, crashed 
into a light pole last Sunday morning; were they all drinking?
That's a mere speculation, but this kind of behavior is common
among teenagers; Asia, the driver of the car, is into a coma slowing improving. 
Crystal has a broken leg and fractured pelvis, begging nurses for help; 
and she is in acute pain and can hardly breath. Elisabeth is on a respirator...
due to a blood clot traveling to her lungs; the other two girls have minor injuries.


What does it take for irresponsible drivers not to be under the influence....
avoiding the mourning of a dear one, or even losing their own life?
Not many folks will heed this message...until they face death,
and nothing can be done to prevent them from diying.
Trongs of visitors crowd the hall, to inquire about their condition;
they hear their agony and are unable to help...ah, if they ever could!
So will you take that path which is the wisest one to avoid a possible tragedy,
or continue defying fate until its awfully late to enjoy a full life?
Their parents are as helpeless as I, but our faith makes hope grow...
that these kids will finally understand that a second chance is not given to all.



This horrible accident happened in Woodhaven, Queens, NY on August 15, 2010.


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PLAN A frica

PLAN A (frica)   
                                                                     
Such splendor 
      Gazelles by the thousands, flawless
       Springing into green and golden dawn
Staggers the thought
Sucks the air
        Roars lion thunder, roars again---- sated, delighting
        Cubs cuffed for bothersome nips
Grabs the gut
         Night drops under a falling dome of star sky
         suddenly --no warning to bid adieu the sun

Such magnificence declares:
 Big Bang was just plan A
       more to come


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I'm Not A Politician

I’m Not A Politician… There’s one thing that I make no pretention. I’m in no way what you’d call a “politician.” I don’t try to get involved in the “politics of the day.” But I do try to listen to what God has to say! I’m not interested in what numbers the polls will bring. I’d rather trust Jesus, who can take care of everything! The good news, is that the bad news is all wrong! My life with Christ, is where I certainly belong! Christ is my hope and focus! I’d rather believe him! I don’t trust what I watch or hear from the news men! In God’s kingdom there are no politics involved! Every problem facing me.. Christ already solved! I want Jesus to be my life’s focus and attention! May the Holy Spirit guide me into a Godly direction! With Jesus in my heart… I’m joyful and glad! I know I’ll never see him in a political ad! He is and will always be the one that I’ll need! He’s not corrupted by wickedness and greed! No matter how you may believe this world will end! Christ will always be the one you trust and depend! You don’t have to wait for a ballot to come to you! Vote for Jesus today! His presence is all around you! There’s no limit to the terms of life he’s giving! He’ll bless you within and give everlasting living! By Jim Pemberton


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Batter Up {Ekphrasis}

A
Soldiers
Silhouett
In black granite
Has
Found
A place
To call home
In Battery
Park




The Korean War Veterans Memorial
Located In Battery Park   N.Y


Details | I do not know? | |

circle in the sand

what would you believe to be true?
a sun in the sky and the color of blue?
check to see what time it is…
and is this time a true truth too?
for you?
if we’re to count what really matters
would it be the drops or the oceans of waters?
~
Maya have a cycle and they call it Long
Consisting of ‘days’ that cycle to One.
Scholars translated the related data…
Stating in dates from a dated stela
That an ‘end’ was to come
For the world as we know it.
I asked for the rest to show it.
Modern cycles of time are related
To the point, I say, of being the same.
In the beginning, it was just a game
But a truth came out the more I played.
And if this truth is really true
Then what might it mean for me and you?
If the Mayan cycle to One it just means
That the rest are too.
We’ll start with a Great date of understanding
The Winter solstice of the 12th upon ending
Will complete the days count of three colors
Red Green and Blue…....... 18.7.2 000
We have the same color in the minutes it’s true…
1300 days is a count of Red Green and Blue.
1300 days as minutes are a 18.7.2 000 Too.
And how do I know this you say?
I only know it in the English kind of way
But 18 = R, 7 = G, and 2 = B see
Which makes black when the zeros are three
Too, this includes them all.
The trick was a spin in the eyes
They said ‘add’ to my surprise… and so I did
Add sum, because it’s said and is so
That once in every seventy two you know
There is the movement of One. Degree.
It was a mystery to me and something unseen
Like the physical physics of godly thing.
“Golden showers” Albert kept saying
Don’t be a coward his dare kept teasing
Could it be true his mind kept pushing
He wants to finish what he thinks is worth knowing…
So what can you touch in 24 miles
If you’re faster then light but stop for smiles?
A kiss from the color of a mind called hOurs
7800 days are the exact same colors, and
18.7.2 000 are used the same ways
1872000 are the hours in 7800 days
Two cycles combine to show whats true
And it is inDEEd; what I can show to you
Because I’m not an ’...ist’... or a phd
But I sure can count, in geek.can.ease…

7800 + 1300 = 9100 Soo, I counted…

1+2+3+4+5+6+7+8+9+10+11+12+13 = 91 oo… a lot.
...2+3+4+5+6+7+8+9+10+11+12+13 = 90 o….. and became a square for it ;)

9100 / 20 = 455
9100 / 13 = 700

20×13 = 260 Tzolkin sacred number…
Because we walk on them (26 bones each foot)… all five of us.
... see… there IS one more… and then it’s new.n
:)


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Kerosene

Winding road, set me free, 
 take me where I am supposed to be.
  See that flame? It calls to me,
   showing me, where I need to be.
   That flame I know, is Kerosene,
   just down the road within the trees.
  See that flag? It's mocking me, 
 tonight that flag meets Kerosene.
So follow me to this place I know,
believe me, I was born ready to go.
 I see you fall upon your knees,
  pray to your god to hear your dreams,
   what you've heard, ain't what it seems..
   We will stick with sin, and Kerosene.


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On a rocky beach

Near the silent shore
Bright fish break through the surface...
Small waves touch the shore


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AN UPWARD EFFECT


Looking at the sun
above the blue sky
brings heat to our face
from away up high

This an amazing thing
indeed how can it be?
something so marvellous
happens to little old me

But always remember
the sun will end
one day in the future
only darkness will descend

poetgord53


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Nature

Tranquil and serene
Nature is God's handy work
A poets' kingdom.


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Picture Perfect

Take a picture. 
Halfway between, two extremes, film exposed to light; 
Corrupt or cleansed, shaking hands, or about to fight. 

Make a picture. 
Roll film right back, start again, I am what you see.
More film to load, left alone, so many stills to be. 


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Scotland has to be Seen " Beatlemania "

In the countryside in bloom adorn
Beautiful scenery for all to see
The sun shines down, its full of life
Different shades of different greens


Through the glens our trips begun
So many sights that have to be seen
Feel the passion of hearts so brave
This land called Alba, peacefully serene


    The land of the Scots, is the best place in the world
    Best place in the world, best place in the world
    The land of the Scots, is the best place in the world
    Best place in the world, best place in the world


So come and see our beauty hoard
So many sights for you to explore
Different vistas, makes us say


    The land of the Scots, is the best place in the world
    Best place in the world, best place in the world
    The land of the Scots, is the best place in the world
    Best place in the world, best place in the world


To live and die in the Highlands breeze
A world apart a different breed
We are the Scots, no in between
So please visit Alba, it has to be seen


    The land of the Scots, is the best place in the world
    Best place in the world, best place in the world
    The land of the Scots, is the best place in the world
    Best place in the world, best place in the world



My entry into John Heck's " BEATLEMANIA SING-ALONG contest "
         please sing-along to the tune of Yellow Submarine




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-4.php


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Inch Energy

The wind
Sudden bluster
Lever, balance, employ
Changing direction without thought
Pull-down


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Two Little Boys And One Tiny Bird

I am eight years old, my friend is ten,
the sky is billions and azure blue,
we are walking to St Bees and the beach, when,
suddenly a skylark soars piping his tune so true.
We watch and listen as the tiny bird,
in undulating flight trills his lovely song,
it is like nothing else that we have ever heard,
and he keeps singing for joy as we continue along
the narrow country lane down to the sea,
where all day we'll explore the rocky shore and weedy fronds,
knowing that there will doubtless be,
myriads of strange creatures in their salty ponds.

I am fifty seven, my friend is fifty nine,
his health is not so good, but he battles on,
myself, I am feeling mostly fine,
although the best years have now gone.
The sky is billions and a bit, and sometimes it is blue,
and as I drive along the still narrow lane
towards St Bees where skylarks once flew,
the only thing flying in the sky is a tiny silver plane,
and the only sounds come from engine noise, and BBC Radio Two.

Down on the beach the rocky pools and seaweed fronds,
all are clearly still there,
but there are not so many animals in their salty ponds,
did they just vanish into thin air?
Or is it perhaps that I can no longer see,
through these older, more tired eyes,
the same things I saw when I was young and free,
when with every day I would unwrap a new surprise?


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UNQUENCHABLE THIRST

Vivid imagination spins,
when one creates
a fine literary work...
life would never be happier.


When one creates,
ideas keep on flowing...
life would never be happier
with thoughts swifter than light.

Ideas keep on flowing
like water from a waterfall
with thoughts swifter than light
I am glad to reach my home.


Like water from a waterfall
that's pure and refreshing
I am glad to reach my home
without worry, sadness or doubt.


That's pure and refreshing 
as I drink it with great delight...
without worry, sadness or doubt,
to satisfy my unquenchable thirst.


I'm still writing my first Pantoum,
seeing shadows advancing...
without worry, sadness or doubt,
I pay more attention to form than rhyme.


Perched on the power line, owls stare at me
and wonder what I am doing at such hour
by this bright lamp...as
vivid imagination spins.




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Do The Rumba

down by the sea shore -
silhouette conjoinment dance -
under cloud's cluster


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Glistening Light

Glistening mantras of light 
                            ......shining
         Falling 
                        ........on blankets of fresh snow
Becoming a frozen tundra of  
                                 .......miraculous gems

Nature's plethora of snowflakes sparkle
                                          .....Refracting light 
                     ........forming a shield

How generous is our maker 
                          .......meticulously thorough
Nebulous heaven appears 
                  .......knowingly unseen

Releasing light from shining sun 
                                 ......and moon 

Earth forever full of lights and truth glistening


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Last Resort

Imagine
a barren desert:
dry,
deprived of life,
where one would be sent
only in their worst nightmare.

This is a place 
where 
one's body and soul 
would surely die
This is a place
where 
drought
has deprived you of tears
- you no longer can cry,
the last hope for thee
is to find some water
- there is none,

No matter how hard you try,
there is no hope for thee
- you are losing your life.

What is left for you
is turning into stone:
your spirit
- dehydrated,
your flesh
- dried to the bone.

There is no help for thee,
you are here alone
willing to return home,
but all hope is gone.

There is nothing left,
but one strength -
thy last resort,
yet it demands 
thy effort,
the very last feeling
not letting your life
give in,
it is your will of living,
to live
for the people whom you love.


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jump rope

there’s a curve 
at the end of every sidewalk 
did you know every block’s 
measured by the lazy way a rope
skips and ponytails itself down its own street?
my, how my rope bends
alongside that straight line
six inches above what you call a ‘curb’ under my knees
falling and rising under my feet


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Whistle While You Work

when
when
I first 
stared at this
woman rocking
I wanted to start whistling






James Abbot McNeill Whistler
Whistler's Mother  { 1871 }  Wikipedia



Also Brians Strand's Entry 
Sequence Fibonacci Imagist Contest


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For Everything There Is A Season And A Divine Reason

There is a time for each season…
To everything made…  
There is a divine reason.

A time for purpose under
 the heavens above…
A time for meaning from a God of love.

A time to be born.  A time to die…
A time to farm the ground
 under the beautiful sky.

A time to kill.  A time to heal...
A time to tear down and
 to build up with a passion and zeal 
 
A time for weeping.   A time for laughing…
A time to mourn.  A time for dancing.

A time to keep...
A time to throw away.
A time to tear.  A time to make amends today.

A time to get.  A time for losing…
A time to keep.  And to give
 away at our choosing.

A time for silence.  A time to speak…
A time for each hour
 and day of the week.

A time for love.  A time for hate…
A time for war.  A time for peace at your gate.

How will you spend the time
 God has given to you?
What is your choice?  What will you do???

May this be a time living in 
God’s purpose and design.
He created you and made 
everything beautiful in his time!

By Jim Pemberton  05/22/10
Read Eccl. 3:1-11



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Boy Is It Cloudy

a cotpit viewing
altitude eight hundred feet
cloud coverage below





Tribute To Flying High LOL


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H Farmall

You know a tractor is not a toy
Not a play thing for a little boy
But when cradled in its seat
Life became for me a treat

Behind its wheel I learned to drive
Found happiness in being alive
Released her clutch without a lurch
My world had fullness from that perch

But these are the tales of a day gone by
I remember them sometimes with a sigh
The days grow duller with the passage of time
But these are the memories that make life rhyme

I’ve gained knowledge from scholars face to face
Benefited from their degrees and grace
I gained wisdom on an H Farmall
From an old man in bib overalls.

I have traveled this country far and wide
I have crossed the ocean to the other side
But some of the finest things I ever saw
Were on the farm, with the H, and my Papaw.


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Hail To Chile

Not 
Only
A
Poet
A
Diplomat
 A
Political 
Figure
But
Also
A
Nobel
Prize
Winner
For
His
Literature
Ladies
And
Gentlemen
Let's 
Give
A
Big
Applause
For
Mr
Pablo
Neruda


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There's No Place Like Home

the great sand bubbler
watches incoming ribbed tide
from burrows back home


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A happy man's tale

If you've heard
The things I've heard
If you've seen
The things I've seen
If you've been 
To the places I've been
You would know what I mean

I flow like the water
No cage can hold me
I live to find laughter
I live to be happy

I hate to cry 
I hate to be sad
I love to try 
I love to be mad

No boundaries define me
I know where I stand
No thoughts scare me
I wish you'd understand

I am penniless
with no money on me
I am rich with happiness
All the good things in the world are free

I don't let life bury me
I dig myself out
I don't let anyone brand me
I let myself stand out

I have no worries 
That's not a lie
I have so many memories
To keep them with me forever I try

I don't shy away from a challenge
I always think I can
I don't believe in revenge
That's why I'm a happy man

I have no enemies
I have not one grudge
I have many families
The path of friendship I trudge

If you've heard 
The things I've heard
If you've seen
The things I've seen
If you've been
To the places I've been
You would know
What I mean.


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Life On The Street

Dried up like a reservoir
In the mid summer heat
The cracks in the ground
Are like
The life lines, upon my face
I have weathered many a storm
As if
I have lived a 100 lifetimes,
Instead of one! 

Bare, rough, dirty feet
Shoes are hard to come by,
These days
Unless, I steal them!
But, then I will become a target
Having something new
It will get stolen from me
By some other gang
Or by some cruel and nasty person!

“Bare feet it is!”
“Less problems, this way!”
Feet are made for walking
I will use them
For what
They are made for!
“Now let’s get something to eat, I am starving!”

Loitering around Hungry Jacks and Macca's
Asking people 
As they walk out
With their hot, delicious, fresh food
For a gold coin or two
Dumpsters and bins
Look nice, today!
Only half eaten, stuff
A lot of wastage!
“Not the freshest stuff, but hey!”
Make do, with what we have!

The sun is shining today
Not sure where to wash though...
Water is scarce, thank god for public toilets
They sure come in handy!
They say it is fun
And you are lucky to have freedom!
But, 
It is a lie we tell ourselves
To remain ignorant
To pretend, we don’t give a damn
But, inside, 
We really do!

For you see ,
There are sacrifices
To the choices you make
When you have to live them, out
“Don’t be a fool!”
Life is no fairytale, on the dirty streets of hell!

During the day, 
The city lights up
It glitters 
As if
It were made out of gold!
It comes alive with people
Rushing here, rushing there, rushing everywhere
Not really knowing, what 
They are presently, doing 
People reminding me of robots, sheep and zombies
Acting as if they are in control of everything
When in fact, they are not!

"Who knows what is around the corner?"
"What is coming, your way!"
Life is unpredictable,
"Beware!"

“Don’t be mislead by the fakes, around here”
“There is plenty of them!”
Eyes are on you,
Down every alley way
Standing on every corner
Watching you
"You, are in ‘our territory’ now!"

“Hold onto your bags tight!”
For, 
I may be lurking behind you
One minute there,
Next minute gone!
It is the nature of the game
As
I snatch and grab your bag
When I see you off guard
Taking your money
Claiming it, as my own
You see,
I need it to survive on!
I'm banking on you, being rich!
I told you
This place is a hell hole
And, 
I meant it!

This dark place
Full of shadows and conscious deceit
Will swallow you up 
Eating, you alive!
You will lose your way
In its pit of endless darkness
There is no Prince Charming’s, out here!
There is no one to save you
There are only damsels in distress
Like me!

No one
Comes to your aid
When you need it the most
You could diminish and disappear one day
Within a blink of an eye!
Without a hint 
Nor trace of you, left behind
No one will see it happen
Because
No one
Opens their mouth up, around here!
So,
Love and appreciate, one another!
Care for yourself and care for others!
Tell your loved ones 
'you love them' often
And,
‘Enjoy' 
The home, you live in!


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They Kicked Out Delta Because They Didn't Want and Still Don't Want Change

The symbol delta means change

Monroe, LA was the kickoff place

For Delta Airlines and Monroe, LA

Kicked it off to Atlanta, GA. Isn't

That deranged? And we wonder

Why we never had and/or lost

Economic growth.  

 

Well in 1942, before I  was born,

The people of Monroe told Delta,

So long goodbye take a long flight,

To Atlanta, GA. Well that is what

Monroe,LA does to potential workers,

So long farewell, go to Dallas, TX,

Houston, TX, Atlanta, GA, and other

Parts of the country or the state.

 

1942  marks the beginning of shame

To this city's name. They kicked out

Delta, me, classmates, and family,

Because they don't want change,

And keep most people in leadership

Here who are backwards, selfish,

And don't want change.

 

They kicked out Delta because

They don't want Monroe to grow.

Now the economy goes from

Sluggish to not moving anymore

Because they kicked Delta

Along with me and many other

Clean out the door.

 

wrote 12-5-10




Details | Haiku | |

tierra bendita - holy dirt

sacred shifting sands
healing all true believers~
priest shoulders sandbags
 


Details | Didactic | |

IT WAS MY RESURRECTION TOO: (part 2) just sit on it

Mary Magdeline and Mary the mother of Jesus the Christ
went to the tomb was Jesus was laid after the sacrifice
it was a risky venture but they felt a powerful need
to go forth to give Jesus a proper burial with God-speed

the Roman soldiers were standing about to guard the grave site
so that none could steal the body of Jesus in the still of the night
but when both Marys reached the tomb they saw that the stone had been rolled away
and sitting upon it was an Angel of the Lord and to them It did say
wearing raiment white as snow It said to them "to have no fear"
for the One you seek has arisen and His body is no longer here

no longer was Jesus in that tomb which was His enemies' place of defeat
no stone blocking the entrance that would have made His destruction complete
Jesus would not be shut in nor His people to be shut out
an Angel of the Lord sitting on that stone which had cried out

in order to demonstrate dominion over anything in this life
you need to just sit on it and then claim it in the name of Christ
to eradicate the pain, to exterminate the anger, to eliminate the bitterness
to extinguish the hate we need to sit on it in the name of righteousness
so put all those negative things in life under your feet
dominion over all of it the next phase to go out and meet

it was my resurrection too on that day when Jesus arose
it was my resurrection too on that day it was Him I chose
His resurrection power now resides inside of me
His resurrection power has secured my destiny
arisen from the dead and now sitting at the right hand of God
dominion over everything with a righteousness of heart

God rolling away the stones in my life that have tried to hinder and defeat
God rolling away the obstacles in preparation for my journey to be complete
it was my resurrection too, a new life I have been given
it was my resurrection too and by the power of His blood I'm now driven
God rolling away the stones and all those negative things in my life
just sitting on them with dominion and the blessings of my Lord Jesus Christ


Details | Rhyme | |

Ireland's Journalist Jewel

The dedication of this journalist gem
Whose writing, brought down
Drug dealing men
 
Eire's Sunday Tribune
And Sunday's Business Post
Newspapers of note, for in them she wrote
 
But it was the criminal world
And her writings so splendent
That craved her to write for the Sunday Independent
 
This brave reporter put her life on the line
To reveal to her country
Their drug filled slime
 
To avoid libel
Pseudonyms she chose
To protect the paper, from legal blows
 
Drug dealers uncovered
Showing their ill gotten gains
Irrespective of lives and families pains
 
Threats turned to visits, firing shots at her home
To deter her uncovering
In her investigative roam
 
Three months later she was shot in the leg
But the dedication of her
Thousands of newspapers were read
 
Near Newlands Cross
On the outskirts of Dublin
On a motorbike, two men with a gun
 
At a traffic light junction
With a Magnum .357
Ireland's Journalist Jewel, was taken to heaven
The name of this gem
Veronica Guerin
 
 
" In memory of a brave woman, wife and mother who took on the 
                      criminal underworld in Dublin, Eire "
 


Details | Free verse | |

Horizon

I looked up and saw
And what I saw
Took my breath away
I saw the sky in turquoise splashes
And a rainbow of pure colour
No eye could fathom
I saw a dream, I saw a vision
I saw what inspired every poet, 
Every artist, every person,
It inspired me, and it made me 
Think 

I looked up and breathed
And I breathed in deep and took in 
All the glory of His handiwork
I saw a sunset, I saw colours
That didn’t exist in the human mind
But only in the mind of the One who made it.
I saw neither RED, nor YELLOW, even BLUE
I saw hues; I saw splashes, merges of shades 
That had neither name nor infinite longevity
Due to an oblique, orange setting sun

I gazed down and danced,
And danced on roaring white foam
On darkened sand and smooth stone
The waves crashed in, and sizzled back out 
My feet and toes refreshed, 
Gazing around, into a horizon turned bright crimson
I breathed in the salt, the foam and lifted
My chin, standing on tiptoe, lungs invigorated
The sun halfway into the sea, appearing to submerge

How small do I feel under the dancing coloured sky,
Of wispy clouds and up against the giant ocean…?
How do I fit in under the gaze of the Sun, its warmth and
Beauty indefinable…?
A whisper came across my face,
A wind from the West, (or is it East?) 
teasing my hair away 
Into marine air, pulling tendrils of curls onto my lips
Not concerned, or troubled, neither worried or caring
I nodded my head in agreement to the Words of Him
Him above all. The whisper, exhaled.
I inhaled. It came again, with no comparison;
“I’ll never leave you.”
 
I looked up and saw
And what I saw
Took my breath away


Details | Lyric | |

To Catch A Cloud

Verse 1

catch a cloud
praise out loud
time to bow
holy wow
do not sow

as I catch a cloud
catch a cloud

Verse 2

raise those hands
and praise da man
for theres a new plan
as I shout and stand
high above drifted lands

as I catch a cloud
catch a cloud

Verse 3


give me hope
to stay afloat
for I'll not mope
and just have to cope
from this heavenly boat

as I catch a cloud 
catch a cloud



Tribute To Heaven
And A Clouds Journey



















Details | Rhyme | |

Winter Divinity

First snow on tree tops,
Canadian pristine . . .
Nature's own beauty
Of spirit supreme.

Cascading waters
Of crystal clear birth
Instill serene pleasure
From heaven to earth.

As the lake mirrors mountains
And deep azure sky,
We commune together,
My God and I.


Details | ABC | |

Lover Her or Leave Her!

America
Princess of providence
Daughter of Divine
Wrought in fury
Wrest from rift
Framed for freedom

Paradise of prospectors:
pioneers and patriots, 
profiteers and pimps

O spring of freedom,
may you never run dry
O river of prosperity,
may your tide never ebb 

You, who seek her,
see her as you ought;
a mirror of virtue and truth, 
no whore to waltz

Enter her gates, 
you, who yearn for freedom,
her bosom awaits your embrace

Drink from her fountain,
wayfarers are welcome,
sojourners are safe

For the freedom she offers,
fidelity she requires
So love her or leave her


Details | Free verse | |

Kissing Moon

My longing desire beckons
Go kiss the fair faced moon!
Though its reflection lies 
beside me
giving forth a priceless smile
than why oblige to go
kiss the fair faced moon?


Details | Haiku | |

Armor Hotdog

bird of feather
flocks the all mighty sea shore
just for a hotdog






Tribute To
The Hotdog 
In All Of Us  LOL


Details | Sonnet | |

Minnesota Nice

The great upper mid west
Minnesota put to the test
Ten thousand lakes and streams
Reality for many who like to dream


From Itasca state park
To the Louisiaina's wooden bark
The mighty Mississippi flows
Gently down the outcrop she goes


Crime rates are always's on the rise
But really does it come as such a surprise
Everyone seems to like to hug
Except when its a mosquito bug


So many call us Minnesota Nice
But some still say were Cold as Ice




Details | Free verse | |

So-Called Good Christians

You have made a choice. 
You have chosen hatred. 
In our Heavenly Father, 
you have chosen not to rejoice. 
He is who spares the most awful dread. 
  
You have chosen to hate me. 
First it was the “N” word, 
the Afro comment, 
and my curly hair. 
Now you hate me 
for the religion 
that I have chosen to be. 
My faith gives me what is right and fair. 
  
I pity you for all your hate. 
But you made it clear my fate. 
A Mormon to this date, 
a Mormon forever. 
Your rage and hate 
prove my faith and 
choice of religion right. 
Your bigoted hatred
I have chosen to fight 
by giving it light. 
I want it 
in everyone's sight. 
  
Your rage and hatred is your only boast. 
But with it you are engrossed. 
Like you, your rage and hatred 
are nothing but compost. 
Heavenly Father, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit 
gives me what I need the most. 
  
And for you, that is just 
too bad so sad. 
  


Details | Free verse | |

Paint the Town

I pause from painting a canvass of opinion, brush strokes colouring a solid red 
across the blank faces that warily observe. A compass points to the right (a dead
end) yet with no direction, escorting a stained brain in reverse: an unnatural place to start.

This taste is always freshest in the mouths of the hungry, which are forced to part
from an honest working voice to focus solely on the next meal. Who will stand
up to write THIS IS WRONG on Parliamentary walls to clear blinkered eyes? A hand

can paint and sculpture, but will also make a fist.  
A better world is open if we walk on through the mist.


Details | Narrative | |

Vignette-SPEAKING FROM THE PODIUM

Speaking from the podium, to thank 
all for my Poet Laureate Award;
overwhelmingly glad to receive it
from the hands of a famous critic...
I discern how the audience loves my lyric!


I have never spoken so openly
about the idealism and realism of my poetry;
and they are listening, focused on my lines
recited softly to them with emotions and tears,
and their positive response is my reward. 


Applaud me for creating new rhymes and rhythms,
poetic words inspired by the wilderness of frontiers,
by the truthful insights I expressed with my momentum;
unlikely other poets, who are perpetuate in memoriam,
and lie into tombstones never having been given honor.     


Entered in Brian Strand's Poet Laureate contest

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Free verse | |

Daydreaming

Fields of golden daffodils I see,
the cool breeze brushes my cheeks.
I hear the birds humming tunes so lovely!
The sweet scent of berries and dew-soaked grass mix.

A wonderful feeling it is!
Then a hand shook me.
I open my eyes from this bliss.
To see my teacher`s wide eyes, glaring at me.


Details | Rhyme | |

Steady As You Go

flow river flow
gently down the 
outcrop stream you go

trickling over cobblestones
and fallen branches
that's  been bestowed

mountain crest covered in snow
valleys and hilltops above and below
lies in solance as you boldly flow

puffs of white
seen in your passages sights
wonder whos lying by a fireplace tonight

ribbed tides
sea foam disguise
for it's just you and I

so flow river flow
gently down the outcrop stream you go
for where you stop know one knows



Entry For
Brian Strand's 
Flow River Flow Contest
GL All



Also Tribute To 
Great Rivers Lakes And Streams


Details | Personification | |

A Highway Run

From city to city I can see the lights!
From time to time they are incredibly bright.
I’m on a highway-run to my destiny!

From city to city I can see new things!
From time to time instant excitement it brings.
I’m on a highway-run to my identity!

From city to city I can see all there is to be!
From time to time I am beyond my own capacity.
I’m on a highway-run to my reality!

From city to city I can see so much!
From time to time I am more than enough.
I’m on a highway-run to my eternity!

From time to time and from city to city,
A highway run for me is more than enough for my plenty!


Details | Narrative | |

REMEMBERING REAGAN'S WORDS

The crumbling down of the Berlin Wall finally 
ended the Cold War as a defiant Reagan challenged
Gorbachev as his famous words were spoken mightily, 
"Mr. Gorbachev, tear it down!"...And he shouted them with rage, 
while the heavy sledgehammer cracked it from the other side;
and a divided, lonely city still felt its utter demise.


On November 9th, nineteen-eighty nine, Berliners of both sides
tore down the humiliating wall which had separated them,
and with sledgehammers and bare hands they frantically
stripped it of every brick that prevented them, for a long time,
from sharing what the neighboring countries enjoyed;
and what was most desired by them was national unity.


Today is another day of remembrance and profound reflection:
when the two Superpowers agreed to end the plague of a city
that couldn't breath and prosper as the other European cities;
and remembering Reagan's words thundering behind that tall wall,
convinced a socialist regime to comply and bring back the harmony...
everywhere there were delirious shouts and many shed joyful tears.


Humanity, don't put the blame on an entire Nation for the horrible things
done to another race:  their Dictator was coarse, evil and vainglorious
as many were, have been and still are throughout World History;
and to seize power, it takes a tyrant who loves bloodshed and condescends dignity!
Wars are won by intuitive generals maneuvering their troops and warships...
before there was the sword, later the cannon and airplane, now technology is supreme.


If folks are denied freedom in all its various forms, tear your wall down
with all the required tools, halting the evil-doers despicable deeds,
and still be able to defend your vision of liberty, so defend it with alacrity and write
an ode or a ballad with an allegro tempo and remember Reagan's words
by unfurling your flag to cheerfully welcome your kindred who were exiled;
use the same words he spoke to unlock the closed minds so intramural.


Where there was bitterness and sadness, now there's irrepressible joy
and the streets and boulevards are open to all who were given a boundary,
and as it was anticipated the Berlin Wall had to be taken down to establish democracy;
celebrate Berliners and enjoy the fruit of your labors, your spirit will not down,
reminiscing the separation and grief that was caused by a socialist tyranny...
remember Reagan's words when you recall your divided city at the beginning of each dawn.  


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Free verse | |

Transience

I can recall a summer day,
transient as a butterfly.
Fields full of poppies,
hazy with heat,
and pollen on the breeze.
Somewhere there is a memory
fragile and bright
that like a butterfly
captures a lifetime
in one perfect day.

And in the grass
the hoar frost
melts in winter sun.
Icy droplets drip 
into frozen streams. 
The world is bathed
in rosy light;
a fleeting fire
as the sun goes down
on another perfect day


Details | Free verse | |

THE MONASTERY

It was a Day 
He wore his cocoa-brown shirt
not silk sort-of
sort-of splayed with sinewy
filamented palm trees in  
green fibrilangulared leaves
no coconuts; draping to him
like a cosy vestment tucked
deeply beneath...

St. Bernard de Clairvaux,
Oh, this sunny Sunday Morn.
to know beatitude, of a place
traveled stone by stone 
stone upon stone remade 
for It's Image imparvenue,
about the nave, there
a photo-snapping Song and Stepping
Borne with the Smile of Day
East to West they children
in a Rhyme... Sublime...

Alas, now, 
The Day apass
from East to West
His vestmeant for cocoaed-brown
draped to him
like a cere-cloth, & tucked beneath deeply
recalls to the Day-nearly
(8.21.1153) 
and the Massacre of the Troubadour, &
a felo-de-se, en Masse!

                                          H.e.m.
                                         7.21.MMvii.
                                         ("MWABD")


Details | Diamante | |

Regrets

No no no this stuff has got to go I am tired of your attitude in and out my door. 

My heart is not a revolving door In and out, out and in a vicious cycle a constant 
spin.

Why must this all way happen like this? 

why must you always argue and hit?

I often wonder can love really win? and I think to my self, only if you both try the 
very best that you can.

So no more o No's just go a head with the flow and when love knocks you down 
go out of that revolving door.


 


Details | Rhyme | |

At Any Moment I Could Leave This Earth

At Any Moment…  I Could Leave This Earth!

At any moment, I could leave my earthly home!
When this happens, I won’t be alone!

At any moment, my life could come to an end.
When I leave, I won’t be taking any friends!

At any moment, eternity could come for me.
Then I’ll leave this world beneath me!

At the moment, when my life shall disappear.
I’ll be with my Lord.  This is so clear!

At this moment, when I meet my savior above.
I’ll have a new body as a gift of his love.

After the moment, when I depart
 into the life eternal.
God will find my name in the
 “book of life’s journal.”

I remember the moment when I invited Jesus in.
And asked him to forgive 
my every sin.

I remember the moment I received his salvation.
In Christ…  I was a brand new creation!

This moment with Jesus can be yours as well!
The choice is clear.  It’s heaven or hell!

Won’t you take a moment with him?  You can know!
Where in eternity God will place your soul.

This moment can be yours.  Jesus is talking!
He stands at your hearts door,
 patiently knocking!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Quatrain | |

Natures Rain

When one closes ones eyes and listens to the rain
It takes you to places where the sane always reigns
To take you away from natures rains that fall
It's unjust and wrong and you lose it's en-thrall

It's a beautiful sight clouds engulfing blue skies
Of impending moisture arid grounds in surprise
So much depends on it's droplets of life
Turning the barren and relieving it's strife

Yes there are floods when natures tears swell
But we are the guilty in the places we dwell
When the rains fall we should open our arms
Without this phenomenon our life would be harmed

When you hear on the radio or watch weather reports
Respect what she delivers and show your support
There is a reason why her tears always fall
It appears to be humans, who are having a ball





http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-9.php




Details | Rhyme | |

Belfast Child

The streets of the Irish north
Separated by faith
Different religions
In our human race

During the troubles
Through the bullets and bombs
Sectarian violence
Engulfed in their wrongs

Soldiers and factions
In wanton maim
Left this proud country
In blood red stain

Years have passed
As the peace accord lives
No more slaughter
Where life was once sieved

Tomorrow, there after
No more feuding campaigns
For the
Belfast Child, sings again

 

 

Inspired by the Simple Minds track " Belfast Child " by an excellent Scottish Rock Group

                              http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFIMJxV2tjI



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


Details | Haiku | |

Let's Get Buzzed

billowing waters
caused by winds sudden onrush
electric surges



Tribute To The Sea


Details | Rhyme | |

The Coming Judgement

Escaping God's Judgement

Judgement shall begain 
at the house of God/
We shall all face God's "correction rod."

It will begin with the righteous... 
What shall the unsaved do?
They can pray and run... 
where will they run to?

If the righteous are scarcely saved. 
 Where will the ungodly hide?
Every "trick in the world" has already been tried!

It's time to "stop playing games"--
no more "pretending."
This world(as we know it)will soon be ending!

Come before God now... 
Kneel before his throne.
It's only be accepting his son can 
you have an eternal home!

You can try fooling the people 
you meet each Sunday.
But a day of reckoning with God
 will happen someday/

"Forgive me Lord. I have sinned!" 
must be spoken.
So every weight and bondage 
can now be broken!

He loves you so much and desires 
to make you whole!
By his blood... your sins can
 be as white as snow!

When God's judgement comes... 
You needn't be ashamed.
Reach out to him now...
 and call on his name!

By Jim Pemberton 
2010


Details | Free verse | |

Being Short

In short,
I see myself,
walking with you,
in dark warmth.

By dark,
I mean black,
pitch black.
By warmth,
I mean a very comfortable warmth,
like the kind you find in a long and solid embrace.

In short,
this is where,
I always want to be.
Walking with a companion,
warm and feeling no pain.


Details | I do not know? | |

Why Do You Write?

People ask me,
"Why do you write?"
"Who do you write for?"

I think,

I write for myself,
to vent my emotions
to tell a story
to spread a message
to calm myself

I write for poets,
who enjoy reading
who need inspiration
who like to encourage
who try to find similarity

I write for you,
to tell you how I feel
to send hidden messages
to make you feel good
to show what you meant to me

I say,
"I dunno, I just like to write"


Details | Couplet | |

Wake Up Sleepy Head

Pegasus of thy night
Take me away from this eartly plight

Lay down your golden reigns
Let me climb aboard your mythical train

Stars and moon's cresant's dance
Illuminating to others who gets this chance

Gold dust sprinkles in your hair
Closed eyes for take me there

Up Up and away we go
Pegasus take it nice and slow

Lustrious valleys and sno-capped peaks
Sparkling blue waters for which I seek

Just you and me my mountain friend
Taking this journey till the very end

As I lay my head upon your shoulders
For I feel their turning so much colder

Cannot feel from my head to foot
This dust sprinkle had turn to soot

I'm decending fast and furious
Woke up from dream being more curious


Details | I do not know? | |

Hide and seek with life

Two realities.
=
“You can never give someone something 
without losing it, feeling its loss.”
He tells me, his dreamy eyes fixed on 
the currencies quivering in
the evening breeze coming down.
Time is purring from the bushes, shrubs.
The monies disappear soon, like 
those clever parrots, always alert.
He is now my appointed guide; 
together we enter the verdant
density of the immense unknown.
From behind, my hotel’s verandah 
tries to keep looking at us through green
trees and leaves; at last utterly fails.
We come to the ancient cedar 
with two owls, presently sleeping.
A rodent comes out to try to salvage 
the foods, it has left hearing steps.
Soon the owls will rise. Then it will be 
same ‘hide and seek’ before the rodent 
is eaten. We are there. Waiting 
for a predator as entertainment.  

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | I do not know? | |

Rhythm

The scribble of pen on paper
The low rumble of hushed voices
The shuffle of people walking by
The tapping of keys on a keyboard
The rustle of turning pages
The hum of lights above me
The tap of subconscious fingers
The whizz of cars passing by
The clip of opening and closing binders
The thunk of a mug landing on desk
The buzz of the bees outside
The screech of seagulls over the shore
The chink of the hole-punch
The glug of a water bottle
The crash of waves against the sand
The bells of laughter in the distance

Lifes Natural Rhythm.


Details | Ode | |

SHAKESPEARE'S LEGACY

Desire make me flee to England's shore,
to Stafford where Shakespeare wrote
sonnets by candlelight and moonbeams;
let me open the tall, wooden front door,
to see him in that corner weaving a thought,
swiftly turning them into theatrical schemes!


Ah, he weeps for a past tragedy he witnessed, 
making those tears flow on clean sheets
that leave him heartbroken and drenched in tears!
Oh, those sad moments seem to disappear
as he dreams of unforgotten faces he loved...
and many say he didn't feel joy but fear!


Shakespeare's spirit is not a common phantom whose voice can't
be heard everywhere it rumbles...listen attentively, don't fret!
Glance at his pensive face, read the inspirational words of any play
he's writing on paper for all to ponder in their own, persuasive way!


Details | I do not know? | |

Better Days, Dead Ahead

Better days, dead ahead
Don't let these things slow you down
Pick yourself up again and again
Because you'll fall overboard and possibly drown

Better days, dead ahead
Fighting with all your power and might
Never to see the sun setting fast
Just believe that soon land is in sight

Better days, dead ahead
No time for chatter, no time for a break
Opportunity calls for a moment of ease
But back on your feet, your heart is at stake!

Better days, dead ahead
Just watch the horizon, the moon always sets
A brother is lost at sea but soon will find you
He knows of some things and how hard it gets

Better days, dead ahead
Set course for victory at sea
This hurricane will die soon and pray it does fast
For things will go up, just wait, just wait and see...


Details | Light Poetry | |

I hear You! I Feel You! I See You Lord!

When I have reached the top of a heavenly mountain peak
and gaze down across the vast horizon,
I hear you Lord!

When I behold the beauty and design
of the majestic Colorado rocks
I fee you Lord!

When I witness the splendor of the Aspens
as their leaves flutter gently against the wind,
I see you Lord!

When a powerful towering waterfall
descends its running brook below,
I hear you Lord!

When the mighty ocean waves
come crashing onto the crystal sandy shore,
I feel you lord.

Every time the miracle of a rainbow appears,
or fluffy white clouds pass slowly across timeless skies,
I see you Lord!

In all of nature, in all its wonder, in all of creation,
no matter where I may go, whether on high or below,
I hear you! I feel you! I see you Lord!


Details | I do not know? | |

Midnight in Johannesburg

1.

Calm descends,
feathery, misty, settling gently on this city’s breath.

Elusive sleep,
teases,
hiding amongst the clouds,

while silver ribbons of moonlight, caress the concrete.

2.

Midnight in Jo’burg,
alone, in this wild-eyed, crazy city,

warm and cruel at once,

ragged, torn, sublime,

brimming with African life,

alive in an African summer night.

3.

Zimbabwe, you are us,

Morocco is infused in our veins,

Nigeria lingers on our wet kisses,

Malawi, we are you.

4.

A continental mosaic,

the smells of Cairo,
and sounds of Dakar,
soaked in tastes of Addis,

mingle on my city’s streets.

5.

We are all, African.

‘They’ are not the other,

we are ‘them’, tossed in a communal pot,

sipping mampoer*,
and chowing pap and vleis*,

in my city,

my Jozi**,

your Jo’burg**,

our eGoli**

_____

* – a home-brewed drink, and a maize-meal porridge and meat.

** – all names refer to Johannesburg.


Details | Rhyme | |

To Be An American

To be an American is something grand,
As witnessed from a distant land.
The quality of life we enjoy here,
Is surely something that we should hold dear.

Many complain within these doors,
Who have never traveled to distant shores.
They have never seen the poverty and pain,
As in so many places misery reigns.

If life is so horrible in this place,
Why do so many to these shores race?
Is it as bad as is commonly reported?
Or have some carelessly, the facts distorted?

From one who has been privileged to many places see,
There is no place on earth I would rather be.
These blessings on which we have grown to depend,
I trust that we all will eagerly defend.


Details | Rhyme | |

Rapture

Oh day of promised rapture from final resting place,

The first desire of heart to see my Savior’s face!


The beckoning of trumpet will pierce the Eastern skies,

I yearn so much to greet him and behold him with mine eyes!


Shall I awake in dew clad morn or velvet star-lit night,

Anticipating robe and crown and wings of silver bright!


Enduring grace, sweet love divine did span thou earth’s creation,

Great Son of God who lived to die for sinners soul salvation!


I long to hold thy nail scarred hand and kiss your thorn pricked brow,

Though birthed in sin he snatched me from Hell’s fiery bowel!


Twas stately mansions glistening in heaven’s glory gleam,

Their beauty was astounding as nought I’d ever seen.


The prophets were conversing of ancient days of old,

While children laughed and played on shining streets of gold.


A reunion day is coming dear loved ones and missed friends,

Where we’ll always be together and time shall never end!


Nor tear did dim an eye, and daily cares were gone,

Thousands gathered there to join in angels’ song!


Hallelujah to the Highest, holy praises we did sing,

To lift our voices as one to Christ, The Mighty King!


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Do You Feel Trapped Within


Feeling “Trapped” Within??? Perhaps you feel like you’re Satan’s pawn? His “toy?” Do you feel discouraged… And have no true JOY? Are you often filled with fear and apprehension? Just living day by bay with a lot of tension? Maybe you’re at a “low point” and very “distraught.” In life’s circumstances… You feel ‘caught?” If you feel confused… Like you’re in a “trance…” God’s word says to TRUST HIM in every circumstance!… All of heaven invites you to accept Jesus as lord! So eternal life with him can be your great reward! By Jim Pemberton


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Our Countryside Liberty

It was a hot summers day, in our garden in the countryside. Sheltered from noisy
cities and towns. Where we are able to approach life so differently. My girl my love, always 
in liberty flow, so enjoying the rays of natures orange orb.

Close by you can hear the cascading of crystal clear waters, eventually reaching 
us after negotiating meandering contours. In this heat you can sense the rocks
secretly smirking, as they are constantly cooled by translucent gifts.

On a blanket of green, naked as birth. Her peachy skin delights the vista that 
captures my eyes. Her blond hair adorned with a daisy chain tiara. She is my princess
my queen. She lays on her back, looks into the clear blue sky that ceilings our above.

As natures rays are absorbed by her delightful shape. She moves, touches as if in a dream
state. Her body reacting with thoughts of unshared dreams as insects buzz and birds sing
as if they are party to her thoughts. Their orchestral notes, their musical score playing
in symphony to her movements.

In momentary gulps of air, Koi carp rise to the surface to share this vista of pure.
Tails splashing as if they have been summoned to be part of the scene, slapping the water as 
if applauding. White water lilies catch the gentle waves, dancing like backing singers
to the sounds of the insects and birds. A gentle breeze catches the tired leaves, as they 
whistle their inaudible notes. As insects dodge their sway to carry on their journey of 
pollination.

Late afternoon arrives as clouds close the sun, like curtains informing us that the scene
in today's play has ended. Sporadic sounds from distant birds echo, where earlier they were
in riotous volume. The white water lilies are now graced with the gentle undulations of 
the trickling waters as the Koi settle from the frenzied applause. Our afternoon closes.




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Go Fetch

a leap of great faith
time to hit the water pool
fetching is for me






Tribute To
Man's Best Friend


My Pup {Shadow}  LOL


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Beating Your Drum

Be yourself, good and bad
Express your pain, sing your songs

Open up to the world around you
Dance in the light, lurk in the shadows

Run in the forest and swagger through the city streets

Seek eternal love, turn your back on others

Be notorious, draw attention to yourself
Be silent and watch people as they do their silly people things

Write and write and write then burn it all. After that write some more and share it with everyone

Travel to places you’ve never been
Make new friends in the places you’ve seen all your life

Question everything even when you’re told not to. What do they know anyway? No one has all the answers, not even half

Paint a picture of a mundane scene and insert your own beauty

Create past the point of boredom. Create past the point of criticism

Laugh in the face of naysayers. Show them what courage is. Cry when it feels right, trust me you’ll know

Love like there is no tomorrow because you never know when their won’t be


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Memories Eve

The blustery air
The glowing embers
The sweet scent of a pipe

Breathe it in
Take in the warmth
Of this night among memories

Roast a sweet
Over the heat
Breathe in the mountain air

Breathe it in
Take in the warmth
Of this night among others

     When it is done
     And night turns day
     Memory lives on

-A collaboration between me and my friend and fellow poet, Jordan Wolberg-


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Murder of a Betrayed Soul

Have you slowed your busy pace to take notice of a drop of rain? 
 As the sun glints through it, do you see its natural and quiet beauty?
Becalm your soul in the exquisite burst of color from a leaf after autumn’s first kiss.
Have you tuned your ear to the fall of the first snowflake of winter?
Become mesmerized by the quiet order in natures every soft footfall? 
As the season’s tiptoe past, do you draw inspiration, or blindly immerse yourself in the bland cares and concerns of your daily rush?
Grinding your soul into nothingness on the treadmill of society’s thoughtless whims.
Imprisoned in a self-made sightless box of disregard. 
Your spirit slowly snuffed out without so much as an objection to the lack of trial or jury. 
Will you call a mistrial, or will you pray for a last minute death row pardon? 
Have you betrayed your soul?

                                                                                                                                Summer Gratias


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Sunset

I must stand tall
i must not fall
but my emotion
are bigger than the ocean.

I take my car 
and drive as far
thats all i ever do
and think about you.

Sitting and watching the sunset
i just wanna fled
my heart is dead
was that ment.

I feel my heart beat
some sort of a heat
its coming at a speed
that all i need.


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The Ballet.

When I was a kid I wanted to be in the ballet  I just love the ballet.  I really wanted 
to be in the ballet but I wanted to be a brownie and a fork or spoon.  Better than  
Iever thought.  I love my family.  I love my parents and grandparents.  I really need 
to relax and enjoy the day with a cup of coffee or water.  I want a mug of coffee 
and I got one and have coffee all the time.


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The Day Jesus Went Missing {Etheree}

Ask
not ! what
Jesus has
done for you! But
what have you lately
done for our sweet Jesus
so today I come to pray
and remember that Easter was
the day Jesus was exonerated 
and now sits on the right side of our Lord



Tribute To
The Father 
The Son
And The
Holy Spirit
{Amen}



Happy Easter All
Love Kathy & Jenny


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Poetry Soup {Cinquain}

                                                      soupbowl
                                                   appetite dish
                                            limerick cinquain freeverse
                                        mind challenging boggling fun
                                                         potluck





Tribute To All 
At  The Soup


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WE CAN BE VICTORIOUS AS CHRIST WAS

Did He die in vain, leaving no visible trace to remember Him by?
Did He fall into Satan's deceitful trap and let him continue to lie?

We can be victorious as Christ was and become immortal, 
let the evildoers destroy themselves with deeds so immoral!

Did His deviate from the holy path and be easily deceived by false glory,
no, He did not give into the Angel of Darkness, but resisted with hostility. 

We can be victorious as Christ was...truly divine and humble,
let others mock us with their irrationality, we will not tremble!

Did He speak against the tyrants of His day, to be praised for being bright?
No, He did not...but with His whip He cleaned a temple so impure and dark!

We can be victorious as Christ and be part of His prophesied kingdom,
and marked by true modesty and humbleness, we'll lose our humanism!

Did He want to die as an impostor to satisfy the ego of a would-be God?
No, He did not seek glorification without merit and be called the Word! 

We can be victorious as Christ was by denouncing all vanity and wickdeness,
not being crucified on Calvary as He was, but be resurrected as Lazarus was!


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Standing Tall And Looking Good

towering soldiers
watch over hidden forest
in dressed camoflage






New Entry For
Raul Moreno's 
Soalance In Nature Contest



Also Tribute To
Armed Forces


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Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home
My childhood home
Is cherished 

Memories filled with
Silver and gold
And sometimes pure cold.

No one told me
It would go with me
Where ever I go 

When I roam from
Town to town
I carry it with me

I open the door
Each night when
I go to sleep
And dream.

I can’t shake
What I learned
And what I didn’t 
Learn inside 
My honeycomb

I can’t stop
Moaning 
About that
Home.


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Truth...

Alone
Broken
Lost
Forgotten
Abandoned
Without a home
Without a future
Missing the luxury of life
The love that we buy ourselves
But they have smiles…
Real ones
They have beauty…
Natural and irreplaceable
And love…
Innocent, sincere love
That they give away freely 
Giving all they have and more
We are the ones who are alone
Broken
Lost 
Forgotten
Abandoned
We’re missing the picture
Through less they have more
Through more we have less
Think about it


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when a flower blooms again

weak nor strong
the days go long ,nights get colder
it seems that it has no hope to survive.
have hope, keep your faith in focus
a flower has no fears of dying
nor the dept of crying
shinning down the sky, a light begins
to look so bright
get ready because spring will come
and the flower will show its true
color
and when the flower blooms, it
becomes a beautiful flower again.


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Embrace (Revised) 05/04/2008

I am a woman embracing the moment
Standing silhouetted against the morning sun
A majestic mountain visible in the distance

Time passes as flowers blossom 
River sounds rise on the breeze
In a wondrous place on earth
Where everything has its place, in its place

Under the willow flowers drift hidden by shadows
Bird’s, joyfully singing
Butterflies, lingering
Sunflowers nodding hello
I call my favorite place
The meadow

Silenced by the sight in solitude, a perfect vision
As time withers away painful memories
A calmness that fills the air surrounds me, a moment of peace

Now I have no fears as I freely breathe in new life
Standing silhouetted against the morning sun
I am a woman embracing the moment
I call my favorite place   
The meadow


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island

i was on a island one day i thought i was all alone their and as i sat their with a knife to my wrist contemplating suicide i heard a voice call out to me from the distance and as the voice got closer it was a man and he told me to put the knife down and go with him and some others on a ship to another land where their is a lot of people and where i would never be alone again. 


                                     BY TINY MINGS


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Where Else Would I Be?

Author Note: When reading, picture the beauty of a setting sun at sea.



Steadfast, 
surveying in appreciation the mastery of creation.
A kaleidoscope of color, blends one into another, 
producing varying intensities,
fluid, 
wispy,
in the aftermath of sun setting;
a vision,
a rustic portrait of my vessel rushing,
as to prolong this rare site.

Water mimics glass,
nary a ripple before me;
changes to chaotic in my wake.

I am enchanted by the feast placed before me,
fortunate among men to bear witness.

This portal between heaven and earth, 
this is my place.
I am a sailor, where else would I be?


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SANCTUARY

SANCTUARY THE POOL HAS SURROUNDING GREAT BOULDERS ASSURING AND SECRETIVE, CUPPING WIDE BUBBLING DEEP BAPTISMAL RUSHES OF AZURE WATER RELEASES HOT FLASHING PENDANTS IN GLORIOUS JUNGLE REPRIEVE. THE POOL HAS MUFFLED SOUNDS FROM NIGHT ANIMALS CALLING GUESTS’ REST RULES, THE AQUIFER FLOWS UP STRONG, SPRINGS OUT WHITE FOAMING RIPPLES. SUPREME GREEN WATERCRESS REINS IN DRIPPING OVERHANGS AND COOLS. THE POOL HAS A PLACE FOR CONTINUOUS QUIETUDE FOR MEMORIES SWEET AND SOUR, THAT LACKS POUNDING REMMNANTS FROM OLD HUMAN CRITIQUES RINSED AWAY IN DEEP DIPS REFRESHING THE MIND WITH A SOFT CLEANSING POWER. THE POOL HAS MAGNIFICENT WATERFALLS OF TREMENDOUS HEIGHT AGAISNT GLISTENING SUNRAYS, SPINNING CRISP REFLECTIONS INTO A TUMBLING CHURNING BOTTOM WHERE YOU STAND. SWIMMING IN THESE SPECIAL WATERS NEW SOUL AND REJUVENATED BODY, YOU IT PAYS. THE POOL HAS THE MASTER’S UNIQUE CIRCUMFUGAL TOUCH OF BEAUTY IN EERY MOSS COVERED STONES, SLEEPING LEOPARD, RED PARROT, ELEPHANT EARS AND CAMILLA FLOWERS ALONG AND NEARBY, RESOLVES EVERY COURAGEOUS THOUGHT FOR A SATISFIED FLATLAND RETURN OF NEW OLD BONES. BY JEAN A. WILSON, SEPTEMBER 1, 2011


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Sitting on the Beach

Sitting on the beach
I close my weary eyes
To hear the rushing waves
When they land its their goodbye

Sitting on the beach
Sounds of nature all around
Children playing in the sands
Their happiness abounds

Sitting on the beach
Soft breezes grace my face
The reeds reply with whistles
Whilst the gulls glide their space

Sitting on the beach
Enjoying the sun rays on my face
There is no better place to be
For sure this is the place




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-7.php






Details | I do not know? | |

Just For A Moment

Just for a moment close your eyes,

Just for a moment listen to the sounds.

Just for a moment think of the the past,

Just for a moment imagine their rounds.

Try to remember as you celebrate the fourth,

all the meaning behind it and all it's worth.

Be thankful you see pretty colors in the sky,

and all you are listening to are fire works...


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I Remember

Labor Day
honoring those served
with remembrence







Tribute To
Fallen Soldiers
    R.I.P.


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A Glimpse Of Heaven!

I was whisked away to Heaven;
It truly must have been a dream!
How else could I be writing this,
And telling you what I had seen?

The streets are transparent gold,
I can't believe my eyes!
It's as though I am floating,
In the heavenly skies!

The multi colored city walls,
Are made of precious stone.
And everywhere you walk to,
You are never there alone!

Everywhere you look to see,
Are God's people big and small.
Most amazing to me is that,
I knew the names of them all!

Overflowing with great joy,
Were those with whom I spoke.
No one was in pain or crippled,
Nor even a heart that was broke!

It wasn't lit by sun or moon,
But by God's glorious light!
I have never before seen,
Such a beautiful sight!

Then in the light's midst,
A humbling figure I did gaze!
Jesus my Lord and King,
Falling to my knees I offered Him praise!

I was overwhelmed as,
Jesus took hold of my hand!
Welcome home He said to me,
And then He lifted me so I could stand!

He gave me a hug,
And we began to walk.
I listened intently,
As Jesus did talk!

We came to a stop,
And I looked at His face.
I said "Thank you for the cross,
And taking my place!"

"Thank you for sacrificing,
Your blood and life for me.
So I can stay here,
With you for all eternity!"

Inspired by God
12/22/2006
Neal A. Carl


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May The Force Be With You

                                                   above canyon ridge
                                      hopper balloon excursion - using
                                                      boyant force


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Oh My God

grand canyon viewing
red orange yellow granit stone
woven by the Gods


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THESE STATES UNITED - PART I

A watchful white Dove 
 
patiently hovers high

slowly, high up above
 
as One 
 
of the forgotten few
 
Look down from the Great Golden 
 
Bird's Eye view

 
sigh sigh sigh
 
try not to cry
 
why why why
 
is there a  teardrop in your Golden eye
 
try try try

 
try not to choke
 
on the clouds
 
or on the smoke
 

Fly on your heartbroken
 
Paternal Wing
 
so tried and true
 
not so fast
 
past the Golden King
 
that we once loved 

that we once knew
 
there falls the red, the white, 

and the beautiful blue
 
teardrop - so long 
 
so long overdue


 
What a worthwhile journey 
 
A poor Pilgrim's passage through
 
Blood-soaked stripes 
 
taint pale me
 
and Americans of all types
 

of all shapes, sizes, and colors
 
and they also paint a colorful you
 
oh yes, you
 
yes, you too!
 
They Are Coming!
 
to paint you a somber more forgiving hue


 
Hear the Golden bagpipes 

Play for us now
 
Songs of a Nation
 
that we cannot replace
 
The Star Spangled Banner
 
God Bless America
 
and Amazing Grace
 
Pray for us now
 


God, George, save our Golden Face
 
Save our Sacred place

On Earth
 
As it is in Heaven

Where dreams renew

Where our Golden Eagle
 
Once so gracefully flew


 
Soar into Heavens of unthinkable
 
unsinkable

unreachable heights

 
Through the fears
 
the tears
 
and for over 200 years 
 
of a bloodstained
 
star struck
 

history
 
which is reflected in our 

and our older brother’s bloodshot eyes 
 
yet still remains
 
a mystery


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To walk out your door

It takes uncertainty, I know 
to walk out your door 
and walk through another that’s not yours 
Of course, there’s too a course 
that other, unfamiliar, shoes use 
There are signs and there are signs 
not always along the way 
There is opportunity 
there is stop’n wait’n see 
choices others can’t make 
You’ll find too, things that go wrong. . . far from the right 
Afternoon. . . turns to morning. . . skips to night 
There is certain to be a promise. . . a goal. . . a loss 
and love’s. . . not yet in the toss 
Advice listened, taken and given 
Too few things, too many things. . . you’ll come to know 
It takes certainty 
to walk out your door


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MEXICO QUERIDO

MEXICO QUERIDO

Mexico querido y lindo…
The beauty of the people
And the land in which they live
Is accentuated by their struggle
To live their lives without bitterness
In a system of unfairness
The land itself cries out for justice
For equality and dignity
Men’s hopes are dashed 
Upon the altar of greed
At the heart of corruption is
Supreme selfishness,
Amassing wealth for 
One’s own pleasures

Still Mexico’s people 
Remain resilient,
Enduring life’s hardships
With steady determination
To enjoy their loved ones
And the land of their forefathers
To dare to believe, 
To hope yet once again
For the sake of their children
For a Mexico querido y lindo 
For everyone

mja


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Angelic Statues

Amidst the shadows of loved ones past, there is something.
Nearer to humankind then we would ever really know.
Great and small works of stone stand watch and quietly sing.
Each one piece of art, a tribute of what heavens bestow,
Light from morning star embraces what the new day will bring.
I have seen the gracious glimmer from above as statues glow.
Carefully they watch, greeting, allowing visitors hearts forego.

Stone is their form, though love and compassion their creation.
Treasure to be found in each different Angel that you will see,
Angels guide, while guarding till the end of times duration.
Trace their feelings, embrace their love, and seek it for thee.
Unknown wonders to many stand quiet, serving salvation.
Everyone can view the power of these in a new found decree.
Sculptures by man, Gods images of faith, they give regeneration.



inspired by contest Angels In Cemeteries

by Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~

not for contest.


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SUNRISE

There was a wave of emotion thrown from the crimson bathed sea. As the warmth of the morning sunlight wrapped it's blanket around me. The water below being thrown against the rugged rocks with ease. Then instinctually followed by a luke warm breeze. I stand by the seaside and watch the colours off the morning sky. It fills me with so much pleasure that I feel a tear fall from my eye. I watch as the colours of the sky Mix and match together as if moved by an artists hand. A brush stroke here and a brush stroke there until it looks elegant and grand. An image of beauty, the summer morning sunlight. An image which my memory will hold tight.


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The Road

The road of life is winding
With no defining path
To keep our souls from straying
Or the heart we give from breaking
From a love not meant to last
Just given for the moment
But lives forever in our past

So no matter where we journey
There's a lesson to be learned
With every step, there's times we're lost
Within the darkness
Till faith and light returns
To find the road
That's meant to be
For each to call their own
A place that takes a lifetime
Just to find the end unknown

Where fate has waited for us
Watching how we stand and fall
Reaching beyond peaks and valleys
Needing both to cherish all
In this gift we call a lifetime
Hand in hand 
Or all alone
What a privilege we've been given
Just to walk along the road

Kevin D. Fix


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sports relief

Bounce, Scream, silence run
raise money for having fun
Sing hop sprint and shout
show Africa what we care about

Bounce for 6 hours or run a mile
make money to see children smile
sell cakes and dye your hair
let the world know we really care!


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Lonely space traveler

I sunbathed on the surface of mercury. 
I windsailed on the sand dunes of mars. 
I gazed upon venus and from my memory. 
It was the most lovely by far, but that 
was until the day I saw you, 
from across the universe. I couldn't help 
notice how beautiful was your blue, 
and that's all it was worth. 
   
   and I like to fly far away from here. 
across the galaxy to be within your 
atmosphere. Whoa, time is just an ocean 
that i'll brave to sail. 
For a chance to say hello to you. 
I bid farewell. 

   Raindrops are falling on my head 
as I rest on a lonely world that lies 
between us. But don't think for a second 
that I've been mislead. If you look out you'll 
see me riding on the back of pegasus, and a 
million years i'll still be on my way. So don't 
dare try to say it's all a lie, because if you're 
willing wait then baby marked this day until 
the day you see me streaking through your sky. 

   and I like to fly far away from here. 
across the galaxy to be within your 
atmosphere. Whoa, time is just an ocean 
that i'll brave to sail. 
For a chance to say hello to you. 
I bid farewell


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The Treasure of the Night Sky

Nightfall drops gold coins along the horizon
Children laugh-
Gathering light with their pockets
Until the end.


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Louisiana

Memories of childhood.



I weep hidden among the shadows of my stained glass window.
I long for the scent of magnolis when the wind blows.
Sunrise over plantations casting shadows,
under the old oak trees,
with dangling moss, as the winds toss,
the echoes of children's voices through the air.
Dream! Do you dare?
Screened in porches, wooden rocking chairs.
The scent of jasmine blowing through the air.
Sleep my weeping willow.
Moonlight beams through my stained glass window.
Louisiana, where it never snows,
barefoot children and old dirt roads.
Mississippi River paddle wheelers, swampland, cattails, and strawberry fields.
Listening to calls of whippoorwills.
The hot humid bayou of Louisiana, I wish for the days when I was a child.
Ladies and gentlemen, southern beauty smiles.
Swampland for miles.
Mardi Gras krewes made their way down St. Charles Avenue.
Crowds of people pushed to get view.
The smell of cigars, cigarettes, sweat, bourbon, and beer.
Tons of people spread Mardi Gras cheer.
Sounds of musicians on Bourbon Street.
Woodpeckers pecking a rhythm of beats.
Harmonicas echoing late in the night.
A place where at dusk mosquitoes bite.
Water moccassins lurk in summertime.
Backyard barbeque and strawberry wine.
Early risers over beignets, and walks along the river banks,
underneath the cypress tress, a cool perfumed wistera breeze.
And though I weep in the silence of my soul,
with memories of yesterday along the railroad.


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I'll Never Be The President


I'll Never Be The President... I have no intentions to be the president... This world is not my eternal residence! I Have no intentions to live in a cathedral.. Nor to engage in what's merely "procedural." I have no intentions of getting too "political..." I don't want to be too "hypocritical." I have no intentions of being "famous" or "admired." This is not my ambition, nor my desire! My intentions I hope are pretty clear... To follow Jesus... Whom I love so dear! My intention is do my very best... To live for Christ. I am so blessed! My intention is to focus on this one goal… To seek after God with all of my soul! My intentions need to be fixed and directed. Following God's word, as I'm daily "corrected." My intention is to focus on Christ with my mind! And to give him my life and my time! Christ' intention is to be my Lord and friend. And to cleanse me from the darkness within! Christ intends to always be faithful and true! He's always there for ME and for YOU! By Jim Pemberton


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-In His Presence-

Any time or place
that we close our eyes
and fold our hands,
we are alone with Him
in His Presence

-By Faith-

And there is nothing else.

For,
what can separate us 
from the Love of God ?.....

But for now, we are alone

in His Presence.


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God's Kingdom Is ETERNAL


God’s Kingdom Is ETERNAL! I think about civilizations, future and past. No matter how large... They never last! Every kingdom has crumbled to the ground. The “great empires” can no longer be found! As I think about this... I began to wonder. What’s happened to man’s “glory and splendor? There is a kingdom which will never end... The entrance is narrow, to those who want in. The way to get in is through Jesus’ shed blood. It’s inhabitants have received his gift of love! The beauty of this place is a sight to behold. So glorious and wonderful… The half hasn’t been told! This place can be yours! An eternal home! Through Christ… We can approach God’s holy throne! Won’t you make plans for a life eternal? So your name can be placed in heaven’s journal! The kingdom of God is an opportunity to share. I plan to be part of it… And hope to see you there! By Jim Pemberton


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I Do

Admist the rocky mountains
And the natural springs 
Comes a better place I remembered things

under this lamp post is where
you first asked me to take 
your hand in marriage 

I remember you down on 
one knee and the snow was 
just starting to fall 

You looked like a little lost puppy 
looking for a way to speak I
took your hand and said yes

That was over twenty years ago
And to this date we still come back
to the Springs of Colorado and say I Do



Tribute To Colorado
Rocky Mountain High


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I Work Hard For The Money

members of teamsters
an army of one
yielding for a better tomorrow

doing the job right
assuring quality and quanitity production
year after year



Tribute To
International Workers Day


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Man Must Find

Man Must Find
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Words in the night spent on heaven’s sheen
Shared with friends one has never seen.
Ramble through the mind unwitting.
In hopes that words shall be well fitting.
Occasions come with explanations gird.
Upon the heart that has not God heard.

Words that vanish in the dark
Words that hold an inner spark,
Words that hide within one’s heart,
Words that light an inner part,
Words that heard by mountain’s stones
Are filled with a spirit’s inner groan.

Whether running through the hills
Or laughing loudly sending chills
Whether sitting where ancients sat
Or hearing words that God begat,
Whether walking down a hall
Or on a court with a basket ball,

There are places inside the heart
Places that shall not depart.
There are places in the mind
Where many thoughts are left behind.
There are places in the soul
Places that know God’s greatest goal.

Whether shopping in a mall
Or on your knees giving God a call.
Whether lost within a book
Or within one’s self taking a look.
Whether resting on a bench
Embracing God with one’s soul synched.

As we wander the asphalt roads
Remember the path to God’s abode.
And if your burden ever seems too great,
Call on Him; do not hesitate.
God, our father, whose spirit stands
Will always reach for His children’s hand.

9-13-2009 Start time: 4:00 End time 4:23+13 proof read “Write Now” practice piece.  23 min.


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THE NARROWEST GATE

Lifted from the Earth's atmosphere
without having a visible body,
the narrowest gate appeared to me!
Was it the Seventh Heaven?
Two angels ushered me in... 
without asking me whom I wanted to see!


With gentle voices and bright smiles of omnipotence:
they opened up Life's Book saying with acknowledged privilege,
" Your name is written on the first page,
come with us and meet your family and friends! "
Surprised by what they had convincingly said,
I followed them along the golden walls where saints happily sang.


I refrained from asking, " Where's God, the Eternal one? "
Anticipating my anxiety, they turn to me to vanish my doubt,
" Good man, you were chosen by Him for your profound faith,
have patience and you will see God on His majestic throne! "
I nodded and continued to follow them as my awe increased by the minute, 
" Don't worry, you can't die if you see Him...you are a spirit! " 
was  their remark as the Almighty God and His resurrected Son
waived me on assuring me with their strong voices, " Your trails are forever gone! "


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Newfound Inspiration

Leopard print, yellow brick
  smoke in the air, not thick.
Shadows cast upon the wall,
  people all around, some short, some tall.
Mellow music out the speakers flow,
  sitting with those I know.
Rock & Rye, artwork catching my eye.
Poems flowing from my fingertips,
  casting a sideways glimpse.
Inspiration flowing from the Red Eye.


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Tha Last Battle The Battle Of Armaggedon

Armageddon...

This world and all
 of it's confusion.
Shall one day reach a
 dramatic conclusion.

All of the wars and battles shall end.
That day our Messiah returns
 to earth again.

So much has clearly been said and written.
Concerning the final battle 
called Armageddon.

Have you been paying attention
 to the latest news.
Concerning the country of 
Israel and the Jews?

Israel will be alone that dreadful day.
All of the Jews will bow 
their heads to pray.

All at once... They'll look
 up into the sky!
Behold!  Their messiah 
returns from on high!

On a white horse...  Jesus and his 
army shall prevail.
All of man's weapons will be 
destroyed and fail.

He shall reveal himself, along 
with his pierced hands.
And will reign triumphant
 throughout the lands.

He shall rule and reign for 1000 years.
There'll be peace and ;joy. 
 No more tears.

Will you be with him when he returns?
Or here on earth... as this world burns?

Heaven or hell.  Which will be
 your home?
The choice is yours.  And yours alone...

By JIm Pemberton  03/10/09


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Spring's Embrace

The chill in the wind exits with such grace,
Buds appear atop trees high and slender,
Euphoria rains down upon this place.
Foliage awakens with great splendor,
The touch of Mother Nature feels tender.

This season one cannot help but adore,
Upon treetops red-breasted robins soar,
The tulips and daisies at this time thrive,
Wind embraces all stemming from a tor,
Spring has opened the door, all feel alive.


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All Said and Done

Artist- Unknown
Hebrews 2:11 New International Translation-
Both the one who makes men holy and those who are made holy are of the same family. So
Jesus is not ashamed to call them brothers.



Let it be said of him when it is all done.
He came the distance to meet all men.
He first loved so we could be meek.

Seek him the one that within the
distance of it all.
Stood tall and took up his cross.
When it is all said and done,
and there are no more heroes none.

Let it be said one was true till the
end.
Made of flesh and dwelt among us.
Not a formed concrete imitation of
a God.
Let it be said he was a living,
flesh Savior.

Let it be said and done,
Almighty God sent his Only Son
so he could gain more than one.
He is the one that died for you and me.

The distance he walked to the skull
the heavy load of his cross he
carried to Calvary let it be said
and done.

He did it for his brothers and sisters
to come.
All Hail Praises to Jesus!
The Living Savior of the World.
None other than God's only Begotten Son.


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Your Great { Epigram }

I have joined a really great group
none other then poetry soup











Tribute To All My Rowdy Friends 
in the soup bowl   Luv Ya
Thanks For Your Support



Epigram is derived from the Greek word “epigramma” 
meaning “inscription.” The epigram is short, satiric, humorous, and witty. It used 
at times to express social criticism or political satire, and is often written as a 
single rhyming couplet. 


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Meadows of Yellow

Yellow meadows come into view
As the spring winds gently brew
Petals sway as if they are dancing
Luring insects of many in their passing glancing

Azure blue skies look down on the green
Whilst sporadic clouds, drift in and out of the scene
Gentle trickles of water from the winters snow
Meander through the meadows from the heights to below

A scent of anew wafts through the air
As i turn three sixty, all i can do is stare
All that i see is of beauty and free
These vistas of nature just fill me with glee

 

Inspired by Linda-Marie's " Softly Springing " poem

 

http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-3.php


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The Kensington Rune Stone

Exhilaration runs thorough every pore.
With time’s wisdom, my doubts have vacated,
My eyes have opened like never before.
New discoveries keep me elated.

The Kensington rune stone I learned today
May have been carried by the Norse blood line,
Along with the Templars who came to stay
As they discovered the New World divine.

Welcomed by Natives who became their friends
They buried their treasure with-in the land.
An intricate puzzle stone to stone lends
Of several run carvings chiseled by hand.

The hooked X gives proof the Templars were here.
On American soil they staked their claim,
To later return without doubts or fear;
Safe from their hunters, escaping their fame.

To join with Freemasons, the great and bold,
Those who governed the New World from the start.
Their story continues from days of old
To present powers in which they take part.

They now control congress and all the banks.
We the people are their pawns it would seem.
We live in ignorance as we give thanks
For freedoms we don’t have, yet we esteem.

Still I like to believe what I learned in school
That our nation is great as we shout loud,
Ignoring the fact that we might be fools.
I love my country of which I’m still proud.

Most Americans are honest and true;
Standards of freedom will always remain.
We help others when disasters ensue,
Donating dollars and time without gain.

The few in greed that may govern our land
Will not remove from our people who care;
Those loving and kind who offer their hand,
Those who I’m hoping the world is aware.

http://www.committeefilms.com/#/documentaries/holy-grail-in-america/

http://www.hookedx.com/film.asp


Note:
The Kensington runestone inscriptions were made by explorers from Gotland, an 
island off Sweden that had a military monastic order that was possibly the Knights 
Templar. The above links better explain this poem.


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SHAKESPEARE'S LEGACY

Desire make me flee to England's shore,
to Stafford where Shakespeare wrote
sonnets by candlelight and moonbeams...
Let me open the tall front door,
to see him in that corner weaving a thought,
swiftly turning them into theatrical schemes!
Ah, he weeps for a past tragedy he witnessed, 
making those tears flow on clean sheets
that leave him heartbroken and drenched in tears!
Oh, those sad moments seem to disappear
as he dreams of unforgotten faces he loved...
and many say he didn't feel joy but fear!
Shakespeare's spirit is not a phantom whose voice can't
be heard everywhere it roams...listen, don't fret!
Try to glance at his pensive face, read the words of that play
he's writing on paper for all to ponder in a persuasive way!


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A PERFECT IMAGE

Everything is going well,
looking forward to living a fuller life,
burying the not-so-happy past 
under the ashes of turbulent days...
willing to forget all the hurtful ways.
With thoughts and pen ready to create,
new lyrics for songs and verses for poems;
who ever said that life can't be grand?
Don't assume I stare at the hourglass,
counting every flowing grain of sand! 
Honor and glory were not expected,
but I accepted them with gratefulness;
and they are not the gods I bow to,
I pray to a real God, who always dwells 
above the unreachable realm of blue. 
The gladness of being alive and thankful
has made aware how I greedly clung to my estranged, dark world...
with people passing by, never saying hello;
did I ever wonder why they were so distant and cold?
Why didn't I share anything with them...only glorifying my ego?
Pride can be achieved by willingness and stride;
and it has the loveliness of very delicate lilies,
which an unexpected wind can suddenly taken away,
to never bring them back to the scented, open meadow, 
and be picked by delicate hands to adorn a lovely home. 
So desperate to excel, motivated by desire and passion,
to go beyond the unexplored and find a perfect image
of that peaceful soul living on a deserted island,
where Man has never left any imprint of his intellect,
or imposed on land and fowl his invasive foolishness.  


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Simple dreams

A field of grass
Beneath bare feet
The smell of rain 
In early spring
The wind that blows
Through waves of wheat
That's why I wish for simple dreams

The birds that sings at early dawn
The sun that melts the morning frost
Once shimmered by the winter moon
Now drops that dance on every roof
And wake the flowers from their sleep
That's why I wish for simple dreams

To count the stars that light the sky
To close my eyes and dream at night
Or lie beneath the rolling clouds
With intervals of shade and warmth
Nestled by a rippled creek
That's why I wish for simple dreams

Kevin D. Fix


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Heart of the Prize

Turn east your eyes, oér the brimming blue of mountains
And see the morning sky serving feast of fervent gold
And through the hills climbing a heart like festive fountains
A man with tattered trousers, shirt stained and hat old
 
Down this man's shoulder a bag of palmetto leaves now hangs
Two cassava bread and a piece of roasted fish, an empty cup
And with purpose he rises; cross jagged rocks baring fangs
He makes his ascent to till the stony plot, always going up
 
Man's heart a iron clad determination, a firm defiance
Of withering times and adversity, he faces the sunrise
Bowing only to the majesty of his unseen God in compliance
And bushes drip from dew tippped lip in sweet compromise
 
And when the harsh months of gold turned brightly white
Are past, and trees cast leaves that break the shadows heart
The man climbs down, his sack harvest laden, until the night
Brings him back homeward, to share glory where he had start
 
And in the worlds beyond a trillion suns as twinkling stars
Serenade the journey upward, and applaud, for earth is where
We all belong, in the white foam that crashes on the bars
And send sprays of dreams like rainbows flying, into quiet air.
 
So we beholding gold, upward climb from sweat to glory
Life rugged at our feet, but country like flagpole lifted
Raise empty cup for blessings, and content of green history
In which we sing and share Jamaica's harvest love gifted.


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FORGOTTEN BITTERNESS

Someone very close to me has hurt me me badly,
vile words have come out of that vicious mouth,
condemning me of many unjust deeds,
am I to remain silent and defenseless as Christ...
while I'm lashed and stripped of dignity?
More bitter than a lemon, which has never enough
sunlight to sweeten the juice within it;
I have endured evil and have learned how to be patient,
not to fight back with the same viciousness.
O, hurt me again, I will not say anything...
a saint can be martyred for his belief,
but never he will be tortured in the next life!
He holds my weakened hand tightly,
giving me courage, keeping me safe; 
I look to the Heavens and glory is mine!
I am not as bitter as a lemon anymore,
forgiveness has taken long to come...
to make me realize that my agony
is nothing compared to the reward awaiting me!
Every angel smiles and welcomes me with joy;
every gate is open for me to enter freely,
and I wish that person could feel loved and be like me...
walking towards God to know how kind and forgiving He is! 
 


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Tree In Waverly Hall, Georgia

Why do your limbs resemble 
A Jewish Mennorah Lamp
Is it from so many children playing
On your delicate limb when your were young

Or are you reaching upward 
To God's sky in appreciation
For the sun and rain
For which men only complain

I don't know why 
I wasn't here when
You were planted
But you are beautiful to me


(There is a town called Waverly Hall and in that town is a tree I think Magnolia but not sure.  
It is shaped like a Mennorah Lamp with its limbs touching the ground.  I thought of a poem 
one day when we were going through this town on our way to Columbus.  I could just see 
children playing on this tree when it was young and shaping its branches.   This is also a 
medaphor for something else.)


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Time To Get Up

Tick tock tick tock
Out window with that clock
Each and every frigging day
Tells me to get out of hay

Brushing teeth
Breath smelling so sweet
Another dam hole in sock
Oh how I hate that clock

Blue jean entire
God I'm really tired
Clean sand bugers out of eyes
In rush to say goodbye's

Gas light engine on again
This crisis is such a sin
Scrounging pockets for a buck
Pulling out lint what such luck

Morning greetings from the boss
When all I wanted to do was stay in bed and toss
Paper work piling up
No coffee to fill my cup


Tic tock tick tock
Come on hurry up dam clock
For shopping still has to be done
And let me tell you it's no fun


Kids husband dogs and cats
Drive me nuts like a pack of rats
What can one do
But not to come unglued

So I want to give a big thanks
To my alarm clock that doesn't play pranks
And gets me up and out that door
So I can pay for those things I truely adore

















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TWO COUNTRIES LOVED BY ME

How wrong is the notion than having two great loves...
doesn't make a heart absorb what it immensely adores.


My natural motherland is that southern European country
kisses by the warm waves of the Mediterrean sea,
where a great empire rose and conquered others,
only defeated by the barbarians like the Huns.


My adopted motherland was discovered by Columbus,
who with three ships sailed the Atlantic Ocean confidently, 
hoping to find a route to India, the land of spices and mystery...
and he thought all along it he had found it without any loss.


The first one made a dreamer out of me overnight,
and inspired me with her breathtaking landscapes and skies;
who has ever see Mount Vesuvius throught a teenager's eyes,
and be somewhat moved by the magnificent sight?
  

The second one nourished my erring and poetic spirit so sensible:
seeing snow-capped mountains, green vallies and sun-drenched canyons;
there all thoughts fled to find inspiration...like kids playing with crayons,
attempting to draw with ingenuity images very awesome and beautiful.


These two countries are loved by me as I loved sweet mother;
the old one holds her strict religious values and the other has more realistic freedom,
not suggesting to quickly discard one, and embrace the other;
I will definitely love them both and honor their flags with the joyful beats of my drum.


How happy and grateful I am to have had these friends fulfilling my worthiness
that  daily shaped my character and broadened my avenues towards success.


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Have You Ever

Have you ever felt like you wanted to escape life?
That you just wanted to runaway
To a place where it's calm, where you can find solitude
Where you can live your fairytale?
Have you ever felt that way?

Have you ever gotten angry at time for running away and not waiting?
Ever imagined that your life belonged to someone else?
Ever thought what would happen if humans stopped pretending and be themselves
Did you wonder about travelling all around the world?
Or staring into the sunset with the one you love?
Have you ever felt that way?

Do you wish to stop time and do everything you've wanted to?
Meet back old friends, reminiscence
Did you wish for the perfect lover, family and job?
Or how about going back in time and erasing all your mistakes?
Have you ever felt that way?

Well I have
I've felt all those ways
But life is multi-coloured and rainbows only last for minutes
Love is a poison that only speeds up time 
Friendship like a story that unwinds

Well, What if today was your last day
And time didn't care?
Would you run and tell the one you love how you felt?
Would you hug you friends and shout out how much they meant?
Would you forget your mistakes and live for today
Because you knew there'd be no tomorrow?
Would you live each day as if it were your last?
And consider each day a gift and not a prize?

If only you would
You'd see the true meaning of life
You won't ever be alone, everything would be alright
Because at that moment

You would finally start to live.


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Powder in the Dust

My world is so huge,
There’s just so much to see,
There’s still a lot left to explore!
There’s too much left inside to pursue!
My world just captures the depths of a higher intensity!
Oh how I want so much to have your all or more!
Oh how badly I could just give my entire world to you!
But we’re just powders in the dust sorting through all of the density!
Your world is so small.
There’s just so little to see.
It’s lost and hidden with nothing to explore!
There’s still so much left inside of you! 
Truly you want to give or take your all!
Oh how I want so badly to take you to the bottom of my very deep!
How badly I could just give you so much of my all and more!
But we’re just powders in the dust tangled in a magnetic free fall.
Our world is so enormous.
There’s never too much for us to see.
There’s always something magnificent for us to ponder or explore.
Oh how we are so very much beyond the great grand in generous!
Oh how well we fulfill our each and every genuine need!
But we’re just powder in the dust on a journey destined to take our all or more!


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World Wanderer

I have set foot in sands pitch black
I have smelled the delicate aroma of mountain stream lillies
My fingers have traced the lines on ancient dawn redwoods
My eyes have ranged acrossed the elegant curves of ageless waves
I have tasted the sour passionfruit, plucked from high trees
I have prayed in the cells of long dead monks, who prayed long before me
I have felt the stony coldness of the great arcs in the desert
My breath has become part of the world around me,
as will I,
when my long days of everywhere are done.


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Am I Truly Concerned With Reaching the Lost

The lost souls of this world—
am I concerned?
While so many without Christ
 in the wrong direction have turned???

With each day that
 passes me by...
To many of my neighbors,
 I’ve only said: “Hi!”

I’m too busy to give anyone
 part of my time...
I go to church on Sundays...
 I’ve “committed no crime.”

I’ve never led a person in
 the sinner’s prayer...
“Why should I waste my time?”
 “Why should I care?”

I know that Jesus commands 
me to reach the lost...
But I’ve never sacrificed
 what this would cost.

I know that when Jesus
 comes back again...
He’ll expect me to reach
 the lost souls of men.

If one day I plan to make
 heaven my goal!
There must be a desire in my heart
in reaching the lost soul!

By Jim Pemberton
2006


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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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Red, White and Blue

Is the land of the free
What it used to be
In it's current state
Do we wait and see
 
Do we continue to write words
For others to read
Or do we do something about it
And follow our lead
 
For things to be done
Things have to be said
Written down
And the aggrieved fed
 
People should stand
And declare their thoughts
With the promise of truth
For in the past we've been bought
 
The world has changed
From the forefathers time
Politics are different
In this world we find
 
Races are mixed
But we all are affected
It was not by magic
That they were elected
 
If they are voted in
We can vote them out
Gather together
And let your words shout
 
For they work for us
We don't work for them
With the write of a cross
Political condemn
 
The land of the free
Is all around
It is our flag
It is our ground
 
To be elected
Remember where you came from
Be what you were
And continue to be strong
 
For the votes were cast
You have to stay true
Do what you promised
For the Red, White and Blue



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


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Sunny Rays

Sunny rays across the field,
Trees acting as a shield,
Cattails blowing in the breeze,
If you get too close, you'll feel the need to sneeze.

Sunny rays dancing in the meadow,
Illuminating ev'rything, except in shadow.
The smell of seasalt in the air,
Aroma and wind whipping my hair.

Sunny rays throughout the clearing,
Doe and deer nearing;
Coming close to drink from the lake,
Careful and alert with each step they take.

Sunny rays, sunny rays,
Animals playing during the days.


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This Road I Travel


Are you looking for joy and satisfaction
 that you “haven’t got?”
The peace and joy which you seek…  
Simply can’t be bought…

Do you seek some kind of fulfillment
 in your daily activities?
Meanwhile, pushing the envelope,
” with your liberties?

There’s a road of “good intentions.” 
 It’s wide and easy to find.
But there’s a narrow road… Which I have in mind…

This narrow road, to many, may seem strange indeed…
It’s only on this road, where you’ll find
 an answer to your need

This road eventually leads to a life that’s everlasting.
This brings me to a question, which I’m asking…

Are you ready to take the road that
 leads to heaven’s gate?
Will this be your choice?  Before it’s too late?

Jesus stands at your heart’s door 
and he’s knocking..
The choice is yours…  Which road you’ll
 do your walking…

Please take the narrow road… 
 It can be difficult to travel…
You should do this...  Before this world begins to “unravel.”

Jesus.  The prince of Peace...  Rules the earth
 and heavens above…
Won’t you enter his haven of rest,
 and abundance of love?

He is here waiting for you.  So loving,
 patient and kind…
Only in him… Will you find satisfaction and 
joy every single time!

By Jim Pemberton   
01/16/11


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I'm Just What Your Looking For

since the year of 1952 the city of st paul Minnesota holds
their annual treasure hunt the king and queen of snows
goes out to a city park and hides a medallion worth
10,000 dollars if you are the winner and your carnaville
button is register with the st paul pioneer press
which gives out 12 cryptic clues and this little medallion
could be wrapped in just about anything from diapers to cookies 
and the frigid weather here just may make you want to just
stay by the fireplace and sip on hot coco with family and friends
even lucky finder gets to ride along with the king and queen of snow
in the closing ceremony of it's torchlight parade
also watch out for the vulcans krewe for they like to dethrone the king
and leave you with a black smudges across your sweet cheeks





Tribute To The Winter Carnaville
BURRRRRRRRRRR LOL

Carnaville runs
Jan 21-31 

Also Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's
Christmas In Your Town Contest


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Forever Roam

Into a silent valley we walk
Into a golden meadow as the birds talk
Into a wild unknown land
Into the middle of a marching band
Into the air filled with mist
Into a twirl with a twist
Into a bog consumed by mud
Into a battlefield spurted with blood
Into the ocean's billowing foam
A world where we live forever and forever roam.


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-No King Like Josiah-

Now when King Josiah came to the throne
he was no more than eight years old.
But little Josiah had much to do
as hearts in his kingdom waxed cold.

For the peoples' hearts had turned from God
with idols in the land you see.
Yet Josiah knew this was not right
but clearly wrong as wrong could be.

So as he came to his sixteenth year,
Josiah did that which was right.
He tore down the idols throughout the land
and found favor within God's sight.

Now God's great house had become run down
but Josiah had it in mind to restore,
to turn the people's hearts back to God
and worship Him as did their fathers before.

Hidden within the temple was God's word,
for so long had it's knowledge been thought lost.
As Josiah heard the words which were read,
he realized what God's people had lost.

So Josiah read the words of the Law
to people gathered from across the land.
They set their hearts to do that which was right
and be humbled under Gods' mighty hand.

Now, there was nowhere a king like Josiah
nor has there ever been to this day.
Let your heart be toward God like Josiahs'
and He will keep you in all your ways.

Reference:
2 Kings 23:25
And like unto him was there no king before him,
that turned to the Lord with all his heart and
with all his soul, and with all his might, 
according to all the Law of Moses; 
neither after him arose there any like him.


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The Breathtaking Beauty of the Colorado River

Silently, pensively, I watch the crystal waters from above.
The air is crisp, and the sun is warm as the birds sing their tender, sweet songs of love.
I can feel the mist dancing up from the waves.
Surrounding me fully, their symphony I crave.

The rocks are shining beneath a surface of green.
Such breathtaking beauty very few have seen.
The grasses sway gently to and fro,
And I feel the magic continue to grow.

Some say that Heaven lies far from here,
But to stand by the water, one would swear it was near.
The people who come here, so euphoric they quiver,
When they behold the sites of the Colorado River.


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A Piece Of Work { Footle ]

T.C.
   Was He

        Pai-doung
               The Sun

                  Now Gone
                       So Wrong

                                  Thank You
                                           Your's True





Entry For Abe Lopez's 
Native American Ekphrasis Contest


In Loving Memory Of
Tommy Wayne Cannon  T.C. {1946 -1978 }


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Goodbye and farewell

How do you do justice
to the moment of good bye?
Cradled in these bosom like hills.
Held and yet free.
Freedom that allowed me.

The beach walks after tough days.
Hard words like grains of sand,
gulped into lungs;
around which pearls grew.
Pearls I now treasure
and give out as wise, love words.

That sea salted air of home
cleansing young and open soul.
The rolling waves of truth washing over me:
me a mortal beheld
and beholden.

In your homes; my friends I knew love.
By candle light the healing balm.
And in your voices true melody:
healing wounds past;
holding wobbling hearts fast.

The warmth of cups of tea,
made with care; a glimpse of eternity
showing a hope,
and lovely humility;
Teaching a young heart;
whispering love into the dark.

Those walks on hill and shore
silenced the voice of "are you sure?"
And the walks to the caverns in me,
knowing that I trod not alone.
Hugs;
suture in the hours of need.
Loving;
cutting between flesh and bone.

When Striding, stumbling and sitting.
When smiling, writhing and weeping.
We were together in love. 
When the tears and blood flowed:
We were one.
How do you do justice
to the moment of goodbye?


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The Deadball Era

when it comes to baseball
there was one team that we shall
remember from it's past

it's the nineteen twenty seven 
        N.Y Yankees

amidst this legendary collection 
you shall find the hotest team 
that ever played baseball

starting with their owner Jacob Ruppert
followed by his general manager Ed Burrow

not to mention the players

starting At first base was Lou Gehrig
rounding second was Tony Lazzeri playing
shortstop was Mark Koenig and
heading for third was Joe Dugan and
at home plate was their catcher Pat Collins

And in the Yankee outfield were right fielder
Babe Ruth center fielder Earl Combs and 
left fielder was Bob Meusel

Now let me introduce you to some of their starting pitchers
we have Wait Hoyt or you may like to see in
Herb Pennock or even maybe George Pipgras
and if thats not good enought then they had
Dutch Ruether and Urban Schocker and don't forget
about the releif pitchers Myles Thomas and Bob Shawkey
along with Joe Giard and Walter Beall while
closing their games with Wiley Moore

As one Washington Senator named Joe Judge said 
when they got tromped 21-1 in their game 
was these fellows not only beat you 
but they tear your heart out

So From the chilling mocking Murder's Row
of the dead ball era comes to you a great
team of players that is now safe at home



In Memory Of The 1927 Yankee's 
May You All Be 
Angels In The Outfield


Also Entry To Matt Caliri's 
On Baseball Contest


Details | Free verse | |

Bee's

{bee's}

the dancing machines
please stay away from everyone's knees
you very nasty

{bee's}

Please please please
stay away from especially
my knees you very nasty 
and honorable theives

{bee's}

so please fly off to those daisies
for these these these are the only way I want it to

{ bee's }





Little Song Jenny And I came Up When She Was 4 LOL 
Thanks All For Stopping

Also Entry For Matt Caliri's Contest
Funnest-hardest Poem Ever


Details | Free verse | |

Hurricane Wilma

As we watched her from across the sea,
an eerie feeling came over me.

Her sisters we had met before,
so happy were we when they left our shore.

Slow and seductive she stayed on her course.
Taunting and teasing having no remorse.

For days she haunted us, we had not a clue.
None of us knew what she might do.

Nervous we watched her and prayed for the best.
Hoping she was not like the rest.

Katrina and Rita her sisters were named,
her we named Wilma in hopes she was tame.

Then as she eased upon our shores,
we boarded the windows and bolted the doors.

The rain it did pour, the wind it did wail,
some houses were flooded by this tropical gale.

Soon it was over, we all looked outside.
The power was gone, many trees lay aside.

But happy we were that she had not seemed,
as mad and mean as her sisters had been.


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its place

sentimentality has its place
it's in my heart, it's on your face

in an edict of government, for a hungry child
in the middle of nowhere, all windy and wild

it's in scraped skies over citied tall buildings
it's on the Louvre's walls surrounded by gilding 

it's buzzing the field of breeze-blown wheat
at the photo-finish of a horserace dead heat

it lies with the dog quietly resting by the door
the cat's contented purr, the babies quiet snore

it's in the oven, warming with scents
it's under the tree, wrapped in presents

it's written in stories we've all known for years
it's in people you know in your daily spheres

it's right here, on this screen that you're reading
it's after, and now, and time since proceeding

it's in her hair, with its satin-soft sheen
her coy smile at you, if you know what I mean

it's in his brash boast with eased confidence
to do something of import with good consequence

it's kissing your lips, warm and alluring
it's filling your heart and quietly assuring

it's sunning itself, on sweating work days
it's enjoying each other in so many ways

it's in the glint of light shown on my eyes,
to this life lived full, and what it implies

© Goode Guy 2011-11-13


Details | Senryu | |

My Cities Trilogy (Senryu Series)

glittering New York
time Square looking great—but oh!
grand Central Station!

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
the Windy City
diversity of cultures
Chicago—my home!

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
San Francisco Bay
place where people work and play
my dream—going west!


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Sea World

                                             a day at sea world                                    
                                       dolphins sea lions and more
                                              top reasons to go










Tribute To Our
Aqua Performers


Details | Senryu | |

Skyscrapers

Architectural Giants, our desire to build Higher than before http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-2.php


Details | Lyric | |

Living Together

We moved in together,
about 2 months ago.
Sharin' a place with
someone you love and know.

It's hard paying the bills
and paying the rent.
Trying to understand,
where all of our money went.

I check the mail
when I come home everyday.
Hopin' and prayin',
that theres no more bills to pay.

We have gas,electric
and heat.
We have soda and food,
including meat.

We have water and phone,
and Cable TV.
It's so nice at night,
just her and me.

Its tough at first,
but I want to make a change in my life.
I've asked her to become my  wife.


Details | Narrative | |

The magic of Christmas

So colorful and festive
that Christmas brings to us;
preparations abound elsewhere –
with gifts, kind thoughts and generosity.

Young and old alike share
what Christmas means to them.
A celebration of faith, an act of life
shown with love and loyalty to God.

Mammoth crowds emerge on the horizons
shoppers found in malls, post offices
and other retail stores.
Like a magic, they meet in different places.

It’s a season suffused with life
pregnant with meaning
and significance.
Like a magic that draws us to reflect
Christmas means for all ages.


Details | ABC | |

Our old barn

Our barn sits 
so quiet and empty 
yet as I stand inside listening
it starts to talk softly
whispering of yesterday

telling me of past times
how proudly it stood as it was made
so tall and grande

it speaks to me of the many people 
it has held sheltered 
throughout the years
of smiles and laughter
on the floor all the tears
that have fallen

o how many people inside
some losing themselves
others finding themselves
hearts beating
souls yearning
friends gathering
in this old barn


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Rough Sailing

Tributaries meet
Splash, flash, gush, and rush converge
Whitewater rapids


Details | Verse | |

A Wallet

Last year in winter, 
When he was ready for job,
For many days a little dog comes,
And scratches his door.

He goes out hurrily,
And went off without a notice.
But today morning, suddenly,
His feet were stopped.

Last night was a snowy night,
Snow has covered all low,
And high surfaces, the slopes,
Were dripping to make a noise.

He had seen a scrunch,
That was streaming under the snow,
He was surprised that dog was lying,
On a icy floor and the eyes were closed,

Quickly he picked him,
And put him front of a fire,
After an hour, he started breath normally,
When he went for out he also jumped back.

He scratched snow and picked a wallet,
The same that he lost few months ago,
And he blamed to his wife,
She was annoyed and left home.

I never thought you shall come back,
When my mum hand me over your flowers,
I were delighted to inform you that,
You had your son last night. 
It is a miracle, he shouted loudly. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Have You Felt Like Giving Up Lately

Have you felt like giving up… 
Lately?
As the problems in life have
been building up greatly…

Is there something in life that’s 
“dragging you down?”
Any peace and joy in life
can’t be found?

Perhaps you feel like: “There’s no
 use for me trying.”
Everything I’ve tried isn’t working
 nor is satisfying.”

I have GOOD NEWS!  Please listen to
 what I have to say!
There’s someone I know who
 can change you today!

Jesus is here now!  
And is waiting for you!
The choice is yours…  
What will you do?

He can pick up the “broken pieces”
 and be your friend
He’ll bring true joy and 
forgiveness within.

He alone can bring fulfillment
 and content.
No matter how many “wasted years” 
 you may have spent……

A message of salvation and
 a new life you can obtain!
Simply reach out to him…  
And call on HIS name!

By Jim Pemberton
06/26/09


Details | Free verse | |

Elemental Magic

High upon Barton Creek sits a sacred spot
where water falls and love presides.

Hawks glide over rocky ridges and hiddren trails 
lead to rocky ledges.

Across the creek a magical gateway lies;
I will go there one day or perhaps I've already arrived.
As I sit  atop this rock touching elements combined;
air - earth - fire - water.

I feel the magic come alive as
tree touches rock, rock touches water, water surrounded by air,
sun shining down.  Mother Earth breathes in her beauty.
I am there breathing in with her; Mother Earth is alive as I am alive. 

And,  now  we live together in harmony once again, hopefully,
until the end of time.


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Twist of Fate

I am remembering you when it was all so good.
Simply because you will never lose your shine!
On top of your head is a radiating golden shrine.
One by one and row by row is where we all stood.

If you wouldn’t and they didn’t, then I could.
Embedded in these visions is a sight so divine.
Looking back at you or me is where I do twine.
Leaps in faith bound following us as it should.

Midnight skies speak so clearly to me,
And every Star I know and you know,
In every granule of sand it is you I see.
That’s why the Sun and Moon still glow.

It is not certain if time runs too late for anybody to wait.
If vision still serves me well I’m looking at a twist of fate.


® Registered: Ann Rich   2009 



Details | Personification | |

I Am

I am something you hold when you miss,
And I am forgotten all but a gentle kiss!
I am the cold draft when you’re all alone.
And I am the smile that generates your happy home.
I am something for nothing but I’m more than most.
And I am your summer breeze, I am your host.
I am the tear that falls from your eyes,
And I am the light that outshines your lies.
I am the flutter in your beating heart,
And I am the breath that gives you a fresh start.
I am the lump in your throat when lost for words,
And I am the silence you have always heard.
I am the warmth traveling in your blood,
And I am the memory you instantly flood.
I am the dream you’ve always had,
And I am the one with you happy or sad.
I am the one that always told you so,
And I am the only person you positively know.
I am taken and given because I just am,
And I am exactly what I am,
And not even by you will I be jammed!
 
© Copyright  Ann Rich   2006


Details | Narrative | |

Ben Ja Min

on Jan 17th 1706 Benjamin Franklin was born 
became a printers apprentice 
established the first lending library
was known as an uncommom comman man 
that taught self in science and inventions






Benjamin Franklin 1706-1790


Also Entry For Brian Strand's   Vignette
A Literary Love Affair Contest
         GL All


Details | I do not know? | |

fishing with grandpa

Long trips we would take
As we awake another day
Grab our poles and head to the lake
For this is a day we surely have to make

My grandpa puts on his lucky hat
As I look at the map
So many places to fish
So we have supper on our dish

We head out on a sunny day
With no hurtful words to say
We start the boat up right away
With nothing but sun shinning our way

I take a seat by my grandpa as he drives
Smile as we reminisce about our lives
Yep just me and my grandpa on the lake today
And everything shall go our way

Come to a slow stop
I jump up as my pole drops
With a slight swing I cast my string
Waiting for the dinner bell to ring

Starring at my bobber with hope
Hours go by without a mope
Until finally I see a little action 
From my reel I feel traction

My line tightens up
As I smile and take a drink from my cup
My grandpa turns to me and smiles
“You got one there my child“?

I jump up and whip my pole to the air
As my grandpa looks at me in care
I finally hooked one
But my work isn’t done

Reel in slowly he says
As happy thoughts enter my head
Will this be my first catch
This fish is a perfect match

I finally reel in a big one
My work is done
With a smile on his face
He takes my picture just in case


Details | Rhyme | |

Just Look At God's Beauty


Just Look At God’s Beauty! Just look at this earth and how it was made! Think about it and the awesome beauty displayed! Just look into the mirror… And you will find… A beautiful person by God’s own design! Just look up into the stars and heavens above. God created it all and made it with love! Just look into the beautiful crystal sea. God made this all possible for you and me! Just look at how everything “fit’s into place.” We’re all here because of God’s mercy and grace! Just think about the work Christ accomplished on the cross. He died for you and me... No matter the cost! Just think about this savior who patiently waits. It’s only through him, you can enter heaven’s gates! Just think about what God has done and so much more! He is knocking! At your heart’s door! Just think about the life he offers is pure and everlasting! His awesomeness and glory is beyond our understanding! Just think about this for a moment... This very question... Won’t you accept him now? He gives an invitation! Just think about this choice. A life changing decision! Jesus will give you a new life and a Godly vision! Jesus paid it all! Your soul has been blood bought! Won’t you come to him now? He loves you A LOT! By Jim Pemberton


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Meditations of a Good Friday Worship Service

How Beautiful, yea-
there are few things
more beautiful than sons and daughters
of the redeemed worshiping,
here in this house-
the Lord their God, yea-
their Redeemer,
out of the thankfulness of their hearts.

Is this not as it should be ?

Singing as one:
How Great Is Our God ?

His Place, His Time,
His Presence




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Power of Choice

Who’s this kind fellow I’m beholding @ Facebook
Wearing a very nice apparel well-fitting for a Val Day’s
Service?
Am I a genuine brother to this good-looking lady
And hence where’d we quickly get to, to unite, 
Exchange some few words, and say a dedicatory prayer?

If we’d planned to get to a brothel house some inmates 
There’d come fast to us,

Why not forget all your norms, all raging storms
Get set your tents with some little cents, take these condoms
And wildly explore through whoredom?

Surf with gently your web browser, launch deep, find ex-friends 
Without measure, Oh the pleasure, the thrill, just enjoy the 
Power!

If we’d decided to get to the mosque, lo a most happy welcome
There’d await us; we’d get some water, wash our hands, our ear-lobes,
Our legs
We’d get in there with our earnest songs and prayers,
But remaining in separate quarters there’d be our sole choice
And too difficult a solemn task.

If we’d agreed to get to church ushers there’d smile with us
We’d hear the din of Jesus’ disciples who told the violent 
Blind man to live in silence, they might see us in a panorama 
Our blessings would seek to grab from us like clear manna, 
Distract our attention, retract our petition
While to God we express our real penitence;

And here do we stand to affirm our hearts desire
We wouldn’t relent in efforts our gifts to present, 
We’d call upon Christ, and surely get out from the mire.
We wouldn’t stay here long to stain the excellent aroma, 
On our gold, our frankincense, our myrrh.

As joy and gladness are partners together
May our friendship last forever; these two virtues may
We never miss: Hold my hands my dear, grant me a hug
My beloved, but I need on my cheeks first a holy kiss.


Details | Rhyme | |

Let's Duke It Out

I was born in nineteen sixty nine
just off the block and in my prime
now let me introduce you to 
some pertty good friends of mine

Let's start with my uncle Jesse
to me he looks like he's ninety nine
but I love to watch him when he
takes nips from his moonshine 

Here's my owners Bo and Luke 
cousins of a kind just hanging out
with Daisy who looks 
so sweet and so darn fine

But There's some other folks
that just don't like our kind
its those sheriff folks thats
watching the hazzard county line

Starting with their fearless leader Boss Hogg
Who's radioing all the frigging time to
Cooter and Davenport And to that rascal
Rosco P Coltrane who he cannot find

Now my life is such sweet devine
when your jumping in and out of my windows 
while running from those sheriffs from Georgia County line
in my general lee waving a confederate flag thats in it's prime
Honking my horn to a dixie tune of same kind



Tribute To The Dukes Of Hazzard LOL


Also Entry For
Christopher Higgin's 
Get Your Rebel On!


Tho This Poem Is Not About A Person 
Changing My Life But The Time Era Did
And Something About That Show Changed Me
About Opening Your Heart And Home To All


Details | I do not know? | |

Heart Strings

Childhood days are only stories to my children they are told
I found myself traveling down the old country road.
Up and down hills around the bend there it stood.
Old country house empty and bare near the woods.
Held in my hands was the skeleton key.
Childhood days came to life as far as I could see.
A water pump then there was the cold stream.
In my mind I can hear laughter and childhood screams.
There was the barn where we worked and played.
Fond memories of our animals and how we played in the hay.
There it stood the oak tree, what memories it brings.
Lots of laughter and fights over that tire swing.
Faded paint showed years of time upon the house, the porch still had our rocking 
chair.
It was the place we gathered around to complain how life was unfair.
On the corner of the porch the soft wind blows the old wind chimes.
The sound brings a rush of feelings of all the golden times.
Kitchen window was half open, fresh baked goods were always in the window 
seal.
Homemade meals tasted so good back then it was everyday no big deal.
Stepped into the house I didn’t find it empty and bare.
I felt all the given warmth and love still there.
On the wall in the hallway is the old coat rack.
Thoughts of family creates emotions came rushing back.
Over there is the stairway, where I had my first kiss.
Amazing the family, friends and childhood days that are deeply missed.
It was here my first steps and my first heartbreak of tears.
This is the place of mixture of laughter and tears of childhood years.
To you it may be just an old house; this place has my heart and soul.
I will always call it my home; it will never be forgotten, as I grow old.


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

INDIA

India
by Nandlal K. Pancholi
 
AIDS and raids and RDX dunes
Bell-hop cops poor politic's peons 
Daud philoo Memons macabre dons
Maul megapolis all perilous pawns

Harshad hotshot handsome hero
Bofors pay off probe by Nero
Riot-hit state of riot-hit cities 
Parrallel perennial animosities

Political parties pelt at each other stones
common man woe-ridden groans and moans
Over disputes hot House adjourns
Path to progress strewn with thorns 


 
  

 


Details | Rhyme | |

The Fall of the Black Angels

This last few years
Had seen fighting so coarse
Having vowed never to fight
Viewing histories remorse
 
The black angels of angst
Went back on their word
The earth for themselves
It's what they preferred
 
No explanation
No discussions met
Their war on the innocents
In their mind was set
 
Attacks they launched
No one was spared
Children slaughtered
They did not care
 
Weeks and months
Passed like days
Earth to be lost
In their deathly plays
 
A time traveller
From the past was called
Semaj to the Galaxy
His past exploits recalled
 
He was the one
Who downed Racolyn
The Butterfly winged Elf
Never to be seen again
 
The Parliament of Federation
His presence requested
The read of his past
Again to be tested
 
In hangers were gathered
Angels in flocks
Like squadrons of light
Beside their space ships docked
 
Loaded on board
The water of life
In missile form
To rid the black strife
 
Orders given
The space ships depart
To save natures earth
Again to restart
 
Co-ordinates entered
Black angels located
The water of life
Divine of the created
 
All weapons are primed
Loaded to demise
Ignore the crying
For the blackened dying
 
Hours and days
As the white angels fought
With Semaj leading
In heraldic taught
 
Black angels retreating 
Their fight fading to light
The last of them captured
Earths Parliament in delight
 
We thank Semaj
And Etto his droid
Another scar for this planet
In possible avoid
 
The war of the angels
Had come to an end
White versus black
In victorious mend
 
On this planet earth
In it's year 2338
White angels are predominant
Nature's soul mate


Details | I do not know? | |

Life Here is Short

Some who experienced little,
or some who experience much on this earth,
may grow to feel very empty,
and think life is of little worth.

They may leave it feeling imcomplete,
whatever the reason may be.

They may say or you may say,
oh! But I didn't do this!
oh! But I didn't do that!
Yes many will feel this way.

Are they forgeting eternity, a time to do all for you and me.
A place known as Heaven, 
a place of endless dreams coming true, 
the Lord Jesus in holding a mansion for you.
Just accept it!
Just accept HIm!


Details | Rhyme | |

God Gives A Moment Of Opportunity

A Moment of Great Opportunity…


Living for Jesus—
What more could be said?
A moment of great opportunity
lies ahead.

An opportunity to live according
to God’s divine plan.
Even though I don’t
always understand.

A moment with Jesus
is time well spent.
May I give him my all...
100 percent!

In him, I’m complete, having
been made whole.
An opportunity now—
to reach the lost soul!

Jesus working through me 
is where it begins.
Satan is defeated—
Jesus always wins!

This moment of opportunity 
is mine to live.
May a servant’s heart
I continually give.

I’m thankful for the opportunity
of being born again.
A new life in Jesus is
where it all begins!

In the days ahead—
there’s a joy that waits.
An opportunity to one day—
enter heaven’s gates!

By Jim Pemberton
C. 2008


Details | Verse | |

Armagh to Arizona - Song of My Soul

Ireland,
 ancient song of my soul,
a haunting melody 
that strains against the wind
and leaves me searching 
for my distant pasts.

Monasterevin, Armagh, Inish Mor…
I hear your voices.
The breeze on your emerald grass
like a pennywhistle plays, 
while the waves on your rocky shores
like boudrans pound out
“Come Home”

In the green fields,
Roots run deep,
Intertwined.

Wandering trails, Armagh to Arizona,
Endless searching for the songs of the past,
 Riding ancient roads, St. Mullins to Oklahoma,
Within the Circle that always will last.

Tsa-la-gi, 
song of my ancient soul,
a lyric chant
that floats across time
and whispers to me
to seek out 
Kindred Spirits of the Circle.

Tennessee, Trail of Tears, Tahlequah…
I hear your voices.
The breeze on your bluestem
like a cedar flute drifts upward,
while the rain, heavy on sandstone
like ceremonial drums beats out
“Come Home”

In the red dirt, 
Roots run deep,
Intertwined.

 Familiar trails, Galway to Oklahoma,
 No fears of what the future will bring,
Roscommon to the desert Saguaros of Arizona,
 Hear spirit chorus of the Old Ones sing.

Destiny,
song of all ancient souls,
timeless hymn
that wafts through shadow-lives
and murmurs to me
to grasp and keep close
those with like hearts.

Arizona, Kansas, Montana, Oklahoma…
I hear your voices.
Your breath on the air
like pipes sings the song of forever,
while your hearts full of memory
burst with recognition and throb out 
“Come Home”

From one side of the Earth,
through the center to the other,
Armagh to Arizona,
Doolin to Oklahoma,
Green fields, 
Red dirt,
Roots run deep,
Intertwined.

 Boudran beats slowly,
 Cedar flute rings lowly,
 Singing the songs of the places I’ve been,
 From sweet Ireland’s green valleys,
 To the red dirt beneath me,         
  My soul keeps dancing around the Circle again.


Note: Tsa-la-gi = Cherokee language for the name Cherokee.
Italics sung to the tune of “The Bard of Armagh”, AKA “The Streets of Laredo”


Details | Haiku | |

Just After Daylight

Pale yellow full moon
So close seems that touching trees
Still shining this morn

Touch in distant lands
Come shine on ocean water
Touch this distant shore


(For you)


Details | Sonnet | |

Global Trot

I’m out of my mind but I am just perfect and just fine.
I went around the world and what a blast it was for me.
I’m sent with a message from a golden gate master key.
I shook I rattled and I rolled brand new maps I did align.

I founded you and I demolished you but swam like a fish in line.
I ran to and fro as I was left behind thrown forward but I did see.
It is a global trot I tell you to survive naked or dressed just to be.
And then it came to be true and real that this was mine all mine.

So I sit in the seat with no defeat.
The world goes stupid and so mad,
But I stay clean and of course neat,
It’s just a silly little one time life fad.

Pain and suffering has just about killed me and you,
Together or apart it is a world we will always renew!


®Registered: Ann Rich   2009


Details | Rhyme | |

Have You Taken The Time To Let God Know

Have you taken the time to tell 
God how much you love him?
He is awesome and there is no greater
power that's "above him"

Have you taken the time to tell
God how thankful you are?
The one who formed the earth,
the heavens and the stars...

Have you taken the time to thank him for his grace?
His beauty and glory are seen all over the place...

Have you taken the time to meditate
on his words given?
The Bible needs to be the direction
for the way you're livin'!

Have you taken the time to think
 about all that he's done?
You're here today because
of the sacrifice of his son!

Have you taken the time to think
 of his beautiful creation?
He rules above all kings, presidents, or any nation...

Have you thought about the planets
in the heavens above?
All that we can see is a reflection
of his power and great love!

Have you thought about the relationship
 this God wants with you?
He's waiting to come into your life.
What will you do?

Think for just a moment of heaven's
special invitation...
Won't you accept the Lord 
and his free gift of salvation.?

Think about God's gift of life that is
offered to you and me...
Christ can change you and give you life abundantly!

By Jim Pemberton   
04/18/11


Details | Light Poetry | |

I'm Really Teed Off {Footle}

tee off
    love golf

               in rough
                        get tough
 
                                sand trap
                                          oh crap

                                              on green
                                                      get mean

                                                              in cup
                                                                   ker plup

                                                                             just par
                                                                                     so far
            
                                                                                        next hole
                                                                                                    let's go

                                                                                                             golf pro
                                                                                                                      hell no




Tribute To Golfers
Time To Tee Off
See Ya On Back 9   L0L


Details | I do not know? | |

Burden

They were some people who carry hugh weight on their shoulders.
Hand touching their eyes as they look up to the sky.
A discussion takes place near the fire in a crisis.
A hand of the clock is moving fast condemns the women.
Her husband looks at her don’t do this to me turn the clock back.
The women put’s her hand to cover her eyes and cries.
The look of disgust for all to see appeared from nowhere.
I am ready to go out I wonder what to wear.
They turn around after her disappearance as the husband stares.
Look at my shoulders can’t you see they are getting sore.
The women replies in a harsh way there are two people in a discovery.
She places all her bangles to one side this is the price to pay for our deeds.
The husband wraps them up and places in a safe they belong here for now.
He quickly places a paper on the table and writes as his wife watches.
This is my stamped name keep it safe it might disappear one day.
The women laughs at him can a piece of paper relieve the burden of faded hair.


Details | Free verse | |

Walking In Graceland

I'm moving up to graceland
you know that mansion over the hilltop
to have just a little talk with jesus
for I don't knock upon his doors
for I know the gates swing open
how great thou art
that we're blessed
in the wonderful grace of jesus
for it's written in red
as I was made a christian
and saw the light while
strolling down beulual lane
out in the sunshine
dear father in heaven
we all can do good
something beautiful
even a whispering hope
sitting down by the old rugged cross
take my hand
precious lord
don't leave me crying in the chapel
move me to your higher ground
crossing the river of jordan
fill my cup lord
to let me rise again
for without you I haven't got a prayer
so please take me as I am jesus
for I'll remain tried and true
for I know there's somebody bigger than you or I
in this wonderment of thy amazing grace


Tribute To 
The Father 
Son 
And 
Holy Spirit
{Amen}


Also My Next Gospel Song   LOL

Song Is Complete Now
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What Did He Say ?

In tounge I speak bantic
native of shonia
also known zezuru karanga
manyika ndau or korekore

but I rather speak just shona

my speakers come in 
great strengths of 
7,000,000 or more

our words are written 
in standard languages
with orthography and grammer

there has been a novel 
written also about us called
soloman mutswairo feso


with open arms
I'd like to welcome you
to the republic of

Zimbabwe


Tribute To Africa


Had To Research
Of Language {Tounge} LOL


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A TOTAL STRANGER'S ADMIRATION

His legendary name will be immortalized
in America's books of history,
and his bravery and heroism 
always remembered by us:
the biggest heart driven
by an immense generosity!

When rushed into the thick smoke,
his searching eyes shone 
even brighter than the clear morning;
the danger ahead
could not keep him
from saving people trapped in strairways,
people who wailed and waited
in the tower's darkness!

He left behind an indelible legacy,
to let all see what he truly loved;
to inspire them with motivation
and he never was afraid to show affection,
or his unique side of humanity:
that's what he fervently believed!

John,even this total stranger
proudly calls you by name
for having been so brave;
a mother, a father, a son,a sister or friend
who didn't lose anyone, because of your deed,
remembers you in prayer:
and I, a total stranger,related by blood,
praise you in words that'll never grow old!

John,you may be invisible to all,
but your presence is still felt by us;
your handome sons and lovely wife grieve,
but their grief has turned
into something wonderful:
a duty that has been fulfilled
by your call and sacrifice;
a destiny willed by God!

If everyone judges an individual only
by what one has achieved in a lifetime:
you were one of the truest heroes of our time,
who has left his mark on this twentieth century;
and if anyone doubts you did all that,
your devotion can testify and reject that!



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I'm Seeing Stars

amidst blades grasses
daffodil unfurls petals
in starbust fashion


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Made for the USA

If you want to win or go astray
You are just made for the USA

Too much right too much freedom
All are kings in that kingdom 

Too much work too much fun
Like the hard working sun

Too much might too much money
The USA my honey


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Emergence

The sky beckons me open these eyes and we do
The owl and I
We turn our gaze unblinking to the sky,
The heavens above and together we see
We see as two the clouds are touched with cerise,
Sighing into deeper hues until they merge
Merge with the water drained cerulean tiredness of those many underbellies as if
As if the fresh colour can soothe the storm resting within.

The skies breathe down cool air, crisp . . . and clear
It touches everything
With something more than just life,
Carries with it the promise of tomorrow,
The foreshadowing of nature’s style awakening after the long winter’s cooling embrace.

As if she can barely contain her urge to scream
Scream out in freedom
As if she can barely contain her cries of stretching

Stretching out toes and fingers
Revelling in the these her first movements that bring

Bring forth the blooming promise
Whispered in the sky of summer’s raining sheaths of tresses caressing

Caressing this hungry earth.
With all the tired souls falling rapt by the newly forgotten tears

Tears still lingering in the lightly licking touches of grass yawning from sleep.
Yawning from sleep.
Beneath the timid warmth of our stretched out toes
When our souls are tickled

Tickled by the dew dropped eyelashes of the earth.

And . . .

And as always the moonset vanishes for this first kiss is only false
One like the first rays of dusk across the night swept sky and lands lingering
Lingering beneath the moon’s subtle glow,
That false dawn with all its memories intact of yesteryear.

Where once walked the souls of children undreamed
When we were young in the expanse of this our home
When the dirt beneath our bare feet was still untouched by time

And this

This is what I see in the sighing

Sighing of the midnight star.


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The Happy Place

Mornings delight is present with the laughter of so many little children.
My street is filled with pitter-pattering little feet that are out and about.
Each home impressively stands tall with a very valid gift on this street! 
Each home esteemed by many splendorous seeds yielding viable sprouts!

Laughter and joy fills up in my air allowing the child in me to cheer again.
Little hearts pound with excitement from all that is complete and genuine.
These streets are always stirring up in sounds of my own pure innocence.
Many of my screams are carried out through many of their tiny shouts.
Their little lives engage with my own will to thrive alive on this street.
Not one shimmering smile is shaded by a stunting glimpse of doubt.

This is The Happy Place and exact with what my eyes can clearly see.
It is my place of comfort that carries me back to where I've already been!
The Happy Place holds the master key to my life of many, many things!
My warmest images are portrayed by the innocence of a child's smile.
The Happy Place holds my essence in presence of many, many memories.
The face of my own authenticity identified is what this child's smile brings.
The Happy Place is a true gift in this world freely given by a precious child.
A genuine smile dignifies my world restoring my truth purified by my honesty!

® Registered:  2009   Ann Rich


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The 4th of July

July 4th 1776
The birth of a nation
Decreed by the 56

Thirteen states
With their men of wisdom
The United States
The land of freedom

Precedence in place
Many presidents will grace
Their White House of power
This new American race

From all corners they came
For liberty and land
That's made this new nation
Oh so grand

My last Stanza says
To this American place
It's in my heart
To one day grace

 
" Have a great Independence Day my American Soupers "

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

 


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Let's Get Stoned

etched between two pines
snowcapped mountain majesty
towering stone hedge


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Apollo's Butterfly

The Sun was on a rippling brook,
while the leaves on the trees,
by the wind were shook.

On the mossy floor,
a fire danced.

On the breeze a golden butterfly pranced.

Underneath a laurel,
lay a silver bow.
Beside it sat Apollo,
with his kithara in tow.

The Butterfly flew in the fire,
while Apollo strummed upon his lyre.


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Up Above The Light Of Heaven

Up above the light of heaven.
The shining sea below so clear.
Awaiting to the sun to duplex.
The moon the opposite side.

Up above the light of heaven.
The sky so clear, at the night.
Stay focus on the creation made.
The bright, beauty of the everlasting light.

BY: DR. BARBARA J. ZINNAMON


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I Remember Going To Church

 
I remember going to a church,
not too many years ago…
When the pastor preached... 
It brought conviction to my soul!

I remember that after the service… 
Many cried out and prayed…
For many of them…  It didn’t matter
 how long they stayed…

I still remember some of the messages
 the pastor was preaching…
Into many of our hearts, 
the word of God was reaching.

I remember all of these things 
and so much more!
But today…  This wouldn’t be 
welcomed in my church’s door!

You see…  Much of what was 
preached as right or wrong…
In many Christian circles…  
It doesn’t belong!

What once was used by God to be
 Godly and instrumental…
Is now called “hateful,” 
and “judgemental…”

Wait a minute!  Doesn’t this same 
God still require a holy life?
This same God still calls marriage…  
One husband and one wife…

In this crazy world, where so many 
things are “upside down.”
Are there any seeking God’s holiness? 
 Can any be found?

Make no mistake...  God’s judgement
 is coming very soon!
Have you allowed Christ 
to be the lord in “every room?”

God is still the same God…  He surely loves YOU!
Why not invite him in? And allow
him to be your Lord too!


By Jim Pemberton  
04/04/11


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Siren of the Seas

Her currents are         the watercourses
that drive            the gales and rain
her depths      carry the bounties
that man has fished            for gain
 
Her circulations can bring       the tempests
or breezes soft and warm
movements within her waters
generate
the weathers that will form
 
Men have sailed her                for centuries
She's the one they        cannot tame
like the Venti             her passages ceaseless
and her moods                         subject to change
 
Only men experienced    can read her
know what is hidden                from the blind
he can see the storm     approaching
the rogue waves                     he's left behind
 
He knows her ridges                and depressions
and the treasures upon                                her floor
he'll dive deeply             to retrieve them
know when her tides                return to shore
 
Her basin rivers              are conveyors 
which carry           many multitudes of life
to the sea captain           she is known as
his lover                        and his wife
 
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller


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MY DREAM--Part 2

I had a vision--it came in a dream,
An angel stood before me with snow,white wings,
He took my hand and said,"Come with me"-
"I'll show you where you want to be".

And then we were standing on a sandy shore--
I said,"What is this place, have I been here before?"
" In your dreams-there is a man who calls your name,
  but you are afraid-you won't light your flame." 

"You wanted to go to him, for his love is pure--
And in your heart you know he has the cure
For  he's the one who can set your heart free,
And take you in dreams where you want to be."

"The next time he comes, go with him,"
The angel vanished, and all seemed to dim--
As I returned to my dream to wait for him, 
And the next time he calls, I'll run with him.
                                                             The End.


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Judgement At Last

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Judgement At Last 

Judgement At Last 

He staggered not at the promise of God through unbelief; but was strong in faith, 
giving glory to God; And being fully persuaded that, what he had promised, he 
was able also to perform. He staggered indeed at the task when at hand he 
dropped the wooden thing then used another man to emphasize the difficulty that 
he faced and to pronounce forgiveness of race the Symone Cyrenne was a black 
ebon man and he came from a different land and caste the cross upon his back 
and carried the thing for HIS Jesus at least for the last half of mile to the hill 
where they nailed up my LORD and fulfill all the scriptures and promises 
prophecies filled Judgement at last not on us but on him who loves us best the 
color of skin upon Symone Cyrenne was the same as the color of my Jesus own 
face. Judgement at last. 
 
           
 
 
 Judgement At Last     
 


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A Prayer for Haiti

I pray dear God to grant reprieve
To Haitian brother in dire need.
Spirit, instill a strength divine,
Transform his heart as loving Guide.
May healing hands inspire hope,
May grace and love our prayers provoke.
Raise Haiti’s head, with conqu’ring faith
You will prevail, you will prevail. Amen.


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The Butler Made Me Do It

Where shall I go ?

             What shall I do   ?


                 Frankly      

                My  Dear
           
     I  Don't   Give   A    Dam


For I am  Gone With The Wind
In search of that Rhett Butler
Other Girls Can Dream Too LOL





Tribute To Great Movies


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I EXIST FOR A PURPOSE

I have many qualities and talents 
that make me popular and likeable for my kindness,
and unpretentious gallantry;
ask me if I'm blue-blooded like the gentry!


I exist for a purpose and I intend reveal my cause;
honesty and shrewdness will guard me against errors...
do weeds grow in a well-maintained and embellished garden?
A grubby garden attracts gloominess, mine appeals to sunshine!


I have traveled down rough and dark roads,
grabbing the attention of bad-wishers,
who handed me gooseberries, not gorse;
it was a clumsy course swarming with rocks and thorns!


I exist for a purpose that puts fear into my unseen enemies,
who grumble and judge more than the-assumed-righteous-ones,
they are obsessed with their perfection and like to impose it on me;
but do they know that I control my destiny by spinning my fortune' wheel?


My belief is not to accept anything of worthless beauty,
I love to hide myself in the grain fields,and shake their stalks...
to celebrate a harvest more bountiful than sunflowers;
and I imagine myself gorging on fresh-baked bread daily!


O golden grains, your seeds satiate many that earn their hard living,
saying grace at mealtime...as God gives them His blessing;
and those hands that cut the husks off are much detested   
by the elite with a feeling of inferiority and a lack of gratitude!
    

I exist for a purpose to bring glory to the Heavens,
that magnificently dazzle upon me in times of desperate need;
pity is an unacceptable word whenever they attempt to make a deal;
I change no direction and try not to fall into the trap of moral weakness!


 Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Old Man Winter

top of old smokey
covered with frost - when bow breaks
old man winter blows


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Paradiami

I once stood alongside two Eagles pure graded in breast plated armor.
The one to my left I set free to love my innocent little white doves.
And the one to my right I dared to never leave my sight with little ole Pallor.
I left to spread the Eagle’s wings of merit soaring from far away and up above.

My Four horsemen flew on chariot wings with my four Golden Cups of Charis.
I stood up on the clouds and organized my Swordsey’s divine little palace.
The rainbows were blossoming around thrones of my precious manipulating Chaos.
I took two wings from the Eagle’s nest and kept them from falling completely off.
Then there was my balancing Scaler, behind his little trot there’s this forget me not.

I went further down and made myself quite the Amazing little conductor.
To the left of that shall be the Shadows of Webber’s with his dynamic dual detector.
To the right of this shall be the Beamers to Visor’s ultimate fine tuned selector.
Then I shall weld my shields for Justice with Timers s incredible invincible reflectors.
In the center of all of this my Blotcher’s shall send Dejavu’s to my blinding receptors. 

When my signals blare I’ll see Sweeper with Creeper and Snickers all on one perfect flight.
That’s when I will look up to the one to my left and the one to my right.
Then the Stars will gleam and flicker as I shatter both you Eagle’s with my true light.
Then you Eagles will know Paradiami is soul mated to love’s faithful glorious might!
 


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Armagh to Oklahoma - Song of My Soul

Ireland,
 ancient song of my soul,
a haunting melody 
that strains against the wind
and leaves me searching 
for my distant pasts.

Monasterevin, Armagh, Inish Mor…
I hear your voices.
The breeze on your emerald grass
like a pennywhistle plays, 
while the waves on your rocky shores
like boudrans pound out
“Come Home”

In the green fields,
Roots run deep,
Intertwined.

Wandering trails, Armagh to Oklahoma,
Endless searching for the songs of the past,
 Riding ancient roads, St. Mullins to Claremore ,
Within the Circle that always will last.

Tsa-la-gi, 
song of my ancient soul,
a lyric chant
that floats across time
and whispers to me
to seek out 
Kindred Spirits of the Circle.

Tennessee, Trail of Tears, Tahlequah…
I hear your voices.
The breeze on your bluestem
like a cedar flute drifts upward,
while the rain, heavy on sandstone
like ceremonial drums beats out
“Come Home”

In the red dirt, 
Roots run deep,
Intertwined.

 Familiar trails, Galway to Oklahoma,
 No fear of what the future will bring,
River Shannon to the muddy banks of the Red,
 Hear the spirit chorus of the Old Ones sing.

Destiny,
song of all ancient souls,
timeless hymn
that wafts through shadow-lives
and murmurs to me
to grasp and keep close
those with like hearts.

Green Country, Panhandle, My Oklahoma…
I hear your voices.
Your breath on the air
like pipes sings the song of forever,
while your hearts full of memory
burst with recognition and throb out 
“Come Home”

From one side of the Earth,
through the center to the other,
Armagh to Oklahoma,
Doolin to Chelsea,
Green fields, 
Red dirt,
Roots run deep,
Intertwined.

 Boudran beats slowly,
 Cedar flute rings lowly,
 Singing the songs of the places I’ve been,
 From sweet Ireland’s green valleys,
 To Oklahoma red dirt beneath me,         
  My soul keeps dancing around the Circle again.


Note: Tsa-la-gi = Cherokee language for the name Cherokee.
Italics sung to the tune of “The Bard of Armagh”, AKA “The Streets of Laredo”
Adapted from the original for Oklahoma Cowboy Poetry Week, third week in April 
2006


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train

North bound train
Canadian land
Byways and the valleys
a time in quiet that may be found
Treasures of the Forest
Cars on a busy stretch,this afternoon
Later in the evening
I'll gaze upon the old man of the moon
A tourist touring
The splendor of Province country
The conductor is pointing out scenic spots
Still riding the rails
in Summer's time of Thunderstorm hails
Be as it may
I'll return to Boston somehow
some day
The children will be grown
nieces and nephew shake this hand
Knowing forever,
their favorite storyteller is now home


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Night Camp

On a dark dewy dampened night
Stars sparkle above my campsite

A thick brisk breeze blows through
Toggles my tent nearly in two

Hunched I stand to unzip me out
Tent too cramped without a doubt

Wind blows my hair against my face
Zipping it closed with precise haste

Stepping on top of fallen pine needles
Barefoot I pray there are no beetles

Marveling the stars unerringly strewn
Against a black sky accenting the moon

Inhaling the crispness of the night
Decreases my grief with cogent might

Exhaling those troubles kept deep inside
This evening drenches a dreary façade

Loquacious crickets chirp steady songs
Forcing resolve to end the day’s wrongs

The scent of jasmine lingering on
Allows my spirit to sing its song

Undoubtedly camping feels so right
On a dark dewy dampened night~




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Pass It On

a piece of bread
is what god had said

take it for it is I through the body of Christ
now to me that is quite a sight

as it lays amidst 
my hands tonight

for I often think of my brothers and sister in africa
and often think of them not being tucked in their beds

I often think of their innocent children 
who are lying dead

and I often keep thinking
of what God had said

so tonight I come to 
share my wine and bread instead 

with those others who may
have not been watered or fead

as my tears start to now shed
and start flowing beads of red

for it's the blood of christ
lost during his plight

so as I stare at this cup also tonight
I sip and pass it with being so polite

to my brothers and sisters in christ
for it leaves me feeling sheer delight


Tribute To Our Lord

Also Entry To Sami Al Khahli's
A Piece Of Bread Contest


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In Thy Father's House

come on come on get up
it will be worth it
for there is a King in you
in this spiritual love
the love of confession

in thy Father's house
in thy Father's house

come on come on high lift Him
cry no more
for Jesus is love
through the power of Christ
hail to the word of power
the power in thy house

in thy Father's house
in thy Father's house

come on come on I'm ready
bring in the noise
for it sounds so beautiful

come on come on let's dance
dance to His grace
for there's no one better then you
in the sanctuary

in thy Father's house
in thy Father's house


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THE THOUGHTS OF AN INNOCENT MIND

Have they ever asked themselves
what's the purpose of this life;
and why we are born of a mother
who leads us to a quiter shore?
These are the thoughts of an innocent mind...
questioning the diffidence of the eartly man!

Have they ever seen showers feed
the blossoms of a peach tree?...
Warm raindrops that Nature offers
to magnify the grandness of flowers!
These are the thoughts of an innocent mind...
seeing beauty when all ignore surprise!

Have they ever seen the majestic pine trees sway,
almost piercing the wandering clouds of color rose...
drifting towards the lustrous sunset of May;
can a strayed soul obtain redemption with deep-felt remorse?
These are the thoughts of an innocent mind...
 contemplating creation with the purest feeling! 

Have the ever stopped along the roads
swarmed with mimosa and jasmine and inhale
the fragrance of their tiny flowers,
being totally inhabriated by their smell?
These are the thoughts of an innocent mind...
thrilled by the natural state of the wild!
 
Have they ever seen those cities made of concrete,
where the errants struggle to breath,
and sunlight is as rare as an uninvited sunset;
there the church bells toll in extreme heat!
These are the thoughts of an innocent mind...
seeking,but not finding spirituality of any kind!


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Russeckstrasse, Zofingen, Switzerland

The house was silent when I woke,
I wrapped up warm and went to smoke.
I tip-toed through my cousin's home,
(when I die, it's here I'll roam.)

In the kitchen, I poured some tea
and climbed up on the window seat.
These European windows swing
inward, such a novel thing.

Old wooden shutters, they swing out
and as they do I almost shout,
apparently, it snowed last night
and snow's still falling, to my delight.

The house sits high above the town,
I lean far out and look around.
The snow is thick upon the roofs;
except for snowflakes, nothing moves.

And that's when I first heard the sound
that snowflakes make when falling down.
A whispered hush that muffles all,
I'm stunned and childlike, struck with awe.

I close my eyes and breathe the air,
(no air is sweeter anywhere)
and then the most miraculous thing:
the bells in all the churches ring.

Though each church tower's bell is rung
at different speeds with different songs,
they blend and merge as they all rise,
from far below, up to the skies.

And I from my snowy window perch
feel my soul and heart both lurch.
I pray this memory will forever stay,
this gift that God gave me that day.

Thank you, my cousin,
for all the times
you gave me moments most sublime.


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The Note

I was corner-stoned by many of you.
The note was dotted with a dash.
But this note was an ultimate smash.
I found a peephole and peeped through.
 
I found a bird gave him the note and away he flew,
Across the deserts and the valleys he was there in a flash,
Across the rivers and Oceans he made a great big splash.
He made it to the shore, but the note he began to chew.
 
He passed a timely test,
And his belly was full,
He did not stop to rest,
The note he had to pull.
 
The bird landed on the Oceans shore,
Singing praises of his rugged chore.


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Mississippi Southbound

Memphis in my wake,
the miles stretch out ahead;
I hit the cruise control,
the pace has now been set

Pavement flows beneath me,
the longest race is on;
Endless hours in isolation
before this state is gone

Playing tag with truckers,
weaving in and out;
A quick pit stop at Stuckey’s,
to stretch before I shout

I watch the sun go down,
and all the cars light up;
There's music on the stereo,
my floorboard's filled with cups

The ashtray's overflowing
as I race across the state line;
My glee is so apparent,
Louisiana now is mine


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Baltimore City

No Love in childhood, it's understood why we love our hood, 
Raised by the village so I feel it,
Afeni says a child needs knowledge in the realest,
Everyones a teacher, so I listen to hear it, 
Keep my ears to da street, cuz it speaks as it rots, 
wit drugs and cops, posin mixed wit rock, 
On my Block, You either survive or get knocked.
This Man we call Tube Socks, Lives outside 711, 
wit a sign that says waitin on heaven,
Cant give um cash, cuz hes on crack, wonder why he gotta be like that?
Sometimes I just stare, wonder why hes there and Im here.
It was tough growing up, I saw to much to soon,
Seven years old open the curtain in my room
see a gang out back, always said I'd never be like that.
But life changes like a river,
and I became a fiend for the liquor,
Get high and Prophesize while smokin da swisher. 
Don't think I'm a saint, cuz I'm just a sinner,
I see da bigger picture, its all connected, 
Im to young to understand it,  but I try and respect it.


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Preperation D-day

Tornado drills, like a fire drill
people practicing what to do in certain emergencies
The weather man predicts this
the newscrew the first response
to lead as many people possible to safety
a selfless act leaving you a hero to your child
in a society where we suffer racism
you never know what stereotype you would end up with
and together you would save eachother's lives
after the drill come home and everyone go for supper
in the end the newsroom will be able to flip a switch
that can sound off alarms all over your city or town
and those in any leadership position should be prepared to save lives

Airports with enough parachutes
under every seat
every passenger on the plane
knows how to use them
every worker on board a certified sky diver
inflatable rafts and supplies to jump with
just so you can feel safe flying
too much relies on the pilot
who has no way to save their lives
if all else fails
a sick game of finding the black box
when that being the only communication device
to find the whereabouts of the survivors
one jumper takes your waterproof radar
hidden under one of the seats
if the time to rely on it ever comes
a back up method of communication devised

Churches organized per sunday
where you will exercise, write your own part of the bible, sing, dance, and eat

fighting over these history books may have occured
but the weather patterns will reveal the safest places to live in the world
with a brand new pair of shoes for the world
we will lead those living in extremely dangerous places to a safer environment


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Capstone

I am a capstone to a brilliant plan.
Before your time I came into play.
I was morning night breaking day.
I was before during and after man.
 
Before person place and time span,
After the mixture of stone and clay,
During foundations faltering away,
I’m the capstone where you began.
 
Cornered by time to live again,
I am rushing waters in the sand.
I am the beginning and the end.
I’m reserved throughout the land.
 
You are never ever really alone,
For, I capped every single stone.
 
 
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006
 


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Roots

a red sky at night
and red sky in the morning
sure has some old roots








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Revolving Smiles

One day  I awoke with a smile upon my face and so went on my way.
I passed by one who's response was a smile and as I saw him 
pass another  their response was a smile.
I realized that I had passed my smile onto him, whom passed it onto another, 
now I know that my smile shall devolve and around the world it shall travel.
If just one smile revolves, just imagin what many will do?....
So come on and let's smile.  We'll start an epidemic!


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He Did What He Could

Over a thousand souls
Sheltered from the hell
By a German industrialist
Whom he saved, would tell
 
From forced labour camps bought
Under the Third Reich's nose
To work in his factories
As their war effort grows
 
Diamonds and cash
Bribed Amon Goeth
A barbaric camp leader
Who spoke with deaths froth
 
The saved ones worked
Manufacturing grenades and shells
Not one could be fired
As history did tell
 
It's now the end of the war
With over a thousand saved
From their persecuted era
Where they were imprisoned, enslaved
 
Amon Goeth was hanged
Aged 37
The souls of the lost
Look down now from Heaven
 
This saviour of Jews
Died aged 66
He wanted to save more
Through his financial tricks
 
At Israels Yad Vashem
Righteous Among the Nations
Where they place rocks still
Oskar Schindler rests, in Jewish Heaven
 
 
  My tribute to an amazing man, whose determination
to save as many Jews as he possibly could, and he did.


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


Details | Free verse | |

…End of the road ?



As I emerged from my outlet,
I stood by the roadside,
to embark on a journey.
A journey from my close.
A journey to the highway.
I passed through the streets,
i meandered the corners. Then..,
i found my self a way.
A way to junction.
To the right or left?
I got an avenue to bridge the gap.
A little to the right?. A little to the left?.
Which way forward?. I approached a zebra...,
to cross the road.
A zebra led me to a storm, then,
i beckoned on my destination.
Approaching my destination,
i saw a tarmac. I saw the terminal.
Across the port. Then i wondered. 
Is this, the end of the road?


Details | Ballad | |

Kings and Queens

Sun dappled shadows
Reflecting spirit’s form
Moss covered standing stones
From afternoon still warm
The kings and queens of yesterday
Yet hold the evensong
Prayers for peace prosperity
A right for every wrong
With every war that has been fought
Upon these sacred grounds
Run fast the blood of future lives
And yet the drum deep sounds
Calling soul to hold a place
Upon the earth still fair
Stay the sword for truce by might
Lends your grace to bear
A heart that bleeds for all life held
Within the hands of fate
Behold the truth where patterns meld
And time she runs too late
The past and future meet as one
Where power thickens still
And stately folk are seen at night
Still gathered on high hill.


Details | I do not know? | |

Fear

Knock! Knock!! Knock!!! 
Fright hit on my breath
like a prey with the predator 

shoo! Shoo!! Shoo!!! 
Even in my place of bed
seen has a egg shell
In a black man's world
I tried to be tendril like
but dwelling with cynics
can I have a grip of life? 
Days are dying
my palm is empty
like a cast net with no fish.


Details | I do not know? | |

Want Ads

Single Jewish Blue Collar Worker--(33) Carpenter By Trade
Seeks roommates to share His Home
Race, religion, sex and age not important
Inquirers call--1-777-77J-ESUS


Details | Free verse | |

Great Photo Tag Show!!!

Taking photographs is really great
 Ideally this snapper has such taste
  Moved between Oakland and DC
   So that’s the way it’s gonna be 
    By diving into his poetic blog
     Will undo your writer’s clog
      Read his lines and you will find
       Every syllable is truly refined
        With words of hope for the soul
         Leaves the reader with stories untold
          Yes, William poetry also has zest 
           Now he is being put to the real test
            Hello my friend William Jones
             We are here to pick some bones
              You better raise the white flag
               Because you have just been tagged!




Comments:  Okay Bill, I was tagged by Carol Brown.  As a result, I have to pass 
the tag along.   Your name is on the top of the list.  Your poetry is just wonderful!  
Now, you must find a poet whose poetry you enjoy reading, and tag that poet with 
a poem.  Man, aren’t we having fun!  Chau!


Details | Free verse | |

Godfather of Soul James Brown (Swap Quatrain)

He was the hardest working man
Show business was his divine plan
Sang, danced, smiled with a buzz
The hardest working man he was

He twisted and turned with a split
Even made it into a dance skit
As the bottom of his shoes burned
With a split he twisted and turned

“Get on the good foot” was his kick
Throwing his cape made his fans ticked
Like “papas brand new bag” he put
His kick was “Get on the good foot”

He has touched the entire world
“Get on up” even young and old
The world will miss his music much
The entire world he has touched


Comments:    Each stanza in the Swap Quatrain has four (4) lines.  The first line 
in each stanza is reversed with the fourth line.  Within each stanza lines one (1) 
must rhyme with line two (2); likewise, lines three (3) and four (4).  The same 
rhyming pattern of words should not be the same in the following stanzas.   The 
rhyming pattern may flow as: AABB, CCDD, and the like.


Details | Rhyme | |

Where Jesus Is Is Where I Want To Be



Where Jesus Is… Is Where I Want To Be! Where Jesus is… Is where I want to be! He is the one I want to be with…. For eternity! Where Jesus lives… I want to be in my heart! I want him living in me, till one day I shall “depart.” Where Jesus leads… I want to be in this place! I want to be led by his tender mercy and grace! What Jesus does… I know will be what’s best! As long as I trust him… I shall be blessed! What Jesus says to me…. I want to surely listen! Anything he has for me… I don’t want to be missin’! What Jesus wants me to do… I want to do it! He’s given me many opportunities… But “I blew it!” What Jesus wants to give to me… I want to receive it! He promises to always be with me! I believe it! Whatever I have… I give to Jesus my king. He’s my righteousness. He’s my everything! Wherever I may end up in this life I call “my own.” I pray that one day shall be in God’s eternal home! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Operation Dynamo

Exodus on a massive scale
1940 under assail
Three hundred thousand
Fathers and sons
Dunkirk evacuation
From the Hun
 
Armada 
Not seen for hundreds of years
To save our hero's, relay their fears
1500 ships of many sorts
Arrived on mass
Naval escort
 
British and French
Beached and battered
Quest to save Europe
Defeated and shattered
 
Queues of troops
Line the sands
Await their fate
Strands of man
 
Luftwaffe scream over head
Drop their cargo, inevitable dead
Explosions softened, by the Dunkirk sands
Saved so many of the waiting strands
 
Hail the sky, the RAF
Contained the hun from machine gun strafe
Their dedication in foggy skies
The ultimate saving of many lives
 
The aftermath of this unbelievable task
And the dedication of this incredible ask
Organisation on the grandest scale
For in the future we will not fail
To free Europe, another Armada will sail
 
" Dedicated to the many men liberated from the beaches at Dunkirk,
              who returned to do, what only hero's can do " 
            *,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,*


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


Details | Acrostic | |

Louisiana Won't Be The Same

Let’s just face it.
Our Saint’s are marching in the Super Bowl
Underdogs for 43 years
It’s our time to cheer
Since jazz was born in our state a century ago
It’s going to be a celebration 
A year of new beginnings for a
New generation of Louisianans’ to share 
A Super Bowl win and celebrating jazz turning a century.

We just had a major disaster five years ago
Our faith in our state and team was
Never shaken you can’t fade us
The tables have turned over by wind stronger than Hurricanes

Betsy or Katrina, we are declaring an
Everlasting victory and a legacy of loyalty

That will be passed on to our future as the
History of the Who Dat Nation
Educating our youth of the boot that

Success is what you make of it, we won’t 
Always be down, keep on trying, and be
Motivated and just no matter what 
Expect the best and worst to occur to end up victorious for being laborious.


Details | Rhyme | |

Treasure Hunt

You were here such a long time ago.
I knew you not nor did I have a clue.
I was just a silly giggly little fool.
Days passed by until the Sun set too low.
So I memorized the Stars at night watching them glow.
I’d swear I’d never have believed you much less knew.

Until, I went back into the past and chased the future ahead.
That’s when I saw the trails and the paths lain from before.
Some were laid in gold, others silver, even diamonds and lead.
The Sun struck down on them and they shined even more.
It was obvious by the color of branches in the trees that were dead.
I could taste the honeydew trickling down my lips feeling my heart of hearts.
I chased the birds and plucked a feather of a white dove just for you.
I ran along the Sea shores and the Oceans belched a many a roar.
Salt on my lips and free with the wind I knew I wanted more.
The Moons beams shined down on me so I followed the shore.

I found seashells and rocks of all kinds and saved them all.
I even cleaned them up and gave names to a few too small.
The Stars began twinkling brighter here and there.
I watched them naming a few and one I made mine.
Then I found the Mountains and how tough they fair.
I rock climbed the highest ones and drew myself a line.

I saw the snow fall and watched it melt.
I just can not tell you in words how that felt.
I ran through the fields and the prairies took my breath.
I was alive inside just feeling my best, there was no death.

The rains came pouring down watering the splendor grass.
Thunders and lighting's all came in a great big flash.
I’m alive inside and just feeling great.
Passing through time I can never be late.

On plated trails of past, present and future I am so alive.
It’s a treasure hunt of buried beauties buried deep inside.
And each vibrantly strives simply to thrive.
And each one seeks where you hide.

®Registered: Ann Rich 2006


Details | Verse | |

All Roads..

Directions in hand and with a great master plan..
Locations to see were found on internet,  duly did I scan.. 
Most all said.. Including you.. Go! God Bless and Amen..

Curious me, I traveled far.. to reveal a mystery..
Wished to leave a mark in time.. make history..
I lived it all..  pains, prestige~  a modicum of glory..

Though many souvenirs.. Gems..  I do still keep..
On journey’s.. many long nights..  alone did weep..
Your sweet memory present each time I sought sleep..

All evidence of my existence lies in Soul of you solely..
To find scriptural proof easy.. all with us is “Holy“
You are my Soulmate.. My center, my core.. truly.. 

My hearts map clear.. as arteries flowing through..
Showing what I hold dear and now know remains true..
 All roads, will  lead me back home.. to ever loving you.. 

Rose Oakes Chandler Farrar  aka MysteryMys @ Poets.com


Details | Ballad | |

WARM RAIN GUSHES FROM THE BRIGHT SKY

Warm rain gushes from the bright sky,
to free all clouds of their heavy weight
and nourish everything below...
even the dry beak of a sparrow;
we didn't ask for it and yet
it came unexpectadly
to end our physical thirst...
another reminder of mercy!

The thirsty crows invade  
the drenched meadows,
once so dried-out and yellowed,
to resemble an arid desert;
water sustains life on this planet...
and allowes the low rivers to overflow
when winter can't bring any snow;
then...is all hope useless?

There'll be lots of  beautiful flowers this spring,
even those silent bells will joyfully ring;
a brighter sun will radiate... 
illuminating our path until evening:
so much joy in our singing,
a perfect time to meditate!

Warm rain gushes from the bright sky,
surprise sparkles in the unbeliever's eyes;
doubts make us unhappy and weak...
considering the dark side of things!
Vision makes us soar above the awesome stars, 
while despair causes our souls to die!   







Details | Senryu | |

His Love (Senryu)

through the wilderness
pain teaches humility
His love uplifting

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
© Joseph, 8/19/07
© All Rights Reserved
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The traditional or classic Japanese senryu format has three lines:  the first has 
five syllables, second has seven syllables and the third five syllables.  The 
pattern is 5/7/5 for a total of seventeen syllables. The senryu is generally about 
an emotional expression.


Details | I do not know? | |

Rest

Still my soul finds rest
At the cross placed on the hill
The place of the skull


Details | Sonnet | |

The Keeper

I was washed ashore with Mountains looking over me and I could hear roaring Seas.
The sand covered me and my toes curled with sand dollars by the dozens.
I saw dolphins gaming and fish were everywhere, I even met their distant cousins.
The Sun was shining down on me and the Moon was jealous but the clouds gave way.

And I looked up to see the Stars shining and they told me it’s a most perfect day.
Salted lips and these palms fanned, I knew right then I was meant to be.
I stood alone at the shore and blue skies fled taking notice of little old me.
I was touched and moved balancing these visions I began to breathe.

I thought I was by myself, but I wasn’t, not this time.
Looking up I say leave me alone, be gone I’m on my own.
Looking down I am amazed at how truly this is so sublime.
You are the keeper of my secrets and I am of all the unknown.

Shining down upon me you are always standing right there,
Here I shall share myself with you and then I will begin to care. 

® Registered: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Free verse | |

Yachats, Oregon

Creeping in to crash
in a surge of turbulence
and a crescendo of froth
the tide returns.

Endless eternal crashing,
eons of smashing into
rocks worn smooth
as obsidian.

Great lava rocks thrown about
by the shore now lapped in calm
as out to sea the building
of another cycle begins.

Slowly it builds
growing in heighth
building the roar
to engulf once again ...
Forevermore.


Details | Rhyme | |

We All God To Go

We all God to go
To that mansion over the hilltop
That mansion in the sky
Where doves serenade sweet lulabys

   Sweet lulabys
 Such sweet lulabys

We all God to go
To that promise land
To that Holy man
Were the doves cry

Sweet lulabys
Such sweet lulabys

We all God to go
To join in on the band
Marching across his Holy land
In harmony to doves cries of

Sweet lulabys
Such sweet lulabys

We all God to go
To start anew
Praise thy name of once knew
To the cries of doves coos 

Sweet lulabys
Such sweet lulabys




Tribute To Christ
{Amen}


Details | Ballad | |

A Place That Means So Much

Here is where I've spent many days
I've made many memories in many ways
I've learned an aweful lot about life
How to get through trial and dodge strife

Here I have spent a lot of time alone
I've tied my shoes and took care of my own
I started to reason, I began to think
Word after word I scribbled in ink

Years came, they passed, and I grew
There were piles of things I'd muddled through
I've gained strength; I've been taught how to stand
Sometimes I sink, but I'm walking on land

My Father showed me the beauty of the stars
I learned to appriciate His scars
I pondered the meaning of the universe
Then I remembered that this world's cursed

Reality drifted to distant
Time spun, lost it's track for an instant
I'm a single grain of sand on the beach
But the hairs of my head, the Lord knows each

I spent countless night on my back wide awake
Wondering what in this life I would partake
Then I'd close my eyes, I'd be satisfied
My Father has a plan, He'd be my guide

Through the woods I took long quiet walks
But the Lord was there, we'd have silent talks
Creation stood strong, it was all elite
The warm, moist ground welcomed my bare feet

Other evenings I'd sit around the fire
The flames were livewires reaching higher
And the grand, old trees hovered above
Here is where my heart was taught to love

I learned how to live and discovered God's plan
The world is a harvest field filled with man
I am a laborer of the King
One day everything will worship and sing

Many days I hold close as great memories
Those days at the camp hold my life's stories
Here I became who I am and for here my heart burns
Time goes by, but I know I'll return


Details | Free verse | |

THE DISTANT PLACES I DREAM OF...

The distant places I dream of...
are as alive as the loveliest memory,
never erasing that strong legacy;
unfortunately...time slips into tomorrow,
leaving beyond a faint vision of
everything passionately loved
or anything fiercely unloved,
receding itself into a thin shadow!

And as I grow older and weak,
I sadly recall the formidable days
of my very short youth;
very early in spring...hords of sparrows
and red-breast robbins
flew over the blooming hills...
to venture themselves
into another adventure of delight!

The distant places I dream of ...
are eternally carved into this nostalgic soul:
to visualize them as they unfolded yesterday,
making me deliriously cry in sorrow...
and wishing they'd appear to comfort me
in my uncertain hour of death!

I merrily walked under the lustrous cypresses
glancing at the lovers touching and dreaming;
their happiness was mine to imagine,
but fate had a different task to be given
to that chosen one willing to sacrifice himself!
Days have gone,storms have passed... 
the curse has been removed at last,
a trecherous curse to test my resistance!

The distant places I dream of...
lie under the respendant skies,
which adorn the lush hills with radiance;
I'd like to abandon myself to an idle state
and placidly sleep on the same meadow:
imagining to travel to far-away lands...
very different from the ones I had known,
but a twist of fate might turm my dice
and urge me to make the choice...and go back
to the distant places I dream of!


Details | Haiku | |

Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me

                                                  tropical retreat
                                       bestowed by clouds overture
                                                somber islanders


Details | Rhyme | |

Shifting Sands of Time

Warm winds blow
Their golden grain
The sands not in charge 
Off their own domain
 
These hills of sand
Aeolian processes form
Shifting at will
In any desert sandstorm
 
The shape of the dunes
You see today
Were not their shape
Yesterday
 
Crescentic, linear
Star and dome
Parabolic
Dune shaped homes
 
Masses of sand
On our continents exist
But where ever they are
The wind persists
 
Gobi, Namib
To name but two
These deserts of grain
Golden yellow hue
 
Drifting sands
Whistle in rhyme
But we will never stop
The shifting sands of time
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Imagine A Place

Imagine a place
Without hate
No more crime
And no more waste

Noone is hungry
Noone is scared
There is a home for everybody
With plenty of room to spare

Imagine a place
In total peace
Where everything you want
Is within your reach

Noone has to lie
Noone cheats or steals
Live in comfort knowing
No more children will be killed

Imagine a place
Where everyone is loved
The one place that can be found
Is in God's kingdom above


Details | I do not know? | |

Three Slaves

There was a king from old
Had a statue of him made of gold
Required his kingdom to worship him
Everytime sound of horn, pipe, or singing hymns

There were three Hebrew slaves
Devout in their faith and praise
Would not their God disgrace
By falling down and worship his face

Even though he had given them reign
Sharing in his kingdom plane
The punishment for disobeying 
Was placing in a furnace hotly heated

There was no way they would
Worship him, they knew their God
Would totally protect them
Save them from the heated fire

If not they would join the heavenly choir
The king ordered the flame made hotter still
Men died obeying the king's will
They died from the flames boiling rage

Inside the heated furnace
Seven times hotter in  this cage
There were three Hebrew slaves
Walking around

Hands and feet totally unbound
Joining them in the heat
Was an angel oh so neat
The king shouted who joins them

It looks like an angel
Or the maybe God
Inside the furnace facing 
Flames Glorifing prasing name

They walked and talked inside
The firey pit
His words did sit
In their heart strenghting 

When they were removed from the fire
Not a hair had been singed
Their clothes free not smelly smoke
Only thing gone was the rope

(This is the story of three Hebrew Slaves:Hananiah(Shadrack),Mishael(Meshack), and Azariah
(Abednego).  God gave them knowledge and learning. Loosely interpertated from the book 
of Daniel in the "Bible".)


Details | Personification | |

The Trainer

The Trainer is skilled and knowledge is way too real.
Precision is marked and the course plainly lain out.
The trainer is everything and has no room for doubt.
Our lessons are here in which we share what we feel.
We’re certified by gold appeal to His right thumb seal.

Our perfection with His direction is a challenge we must all meet.
Teaching or lectures the trainer’s word sits upon a cozy high seat.
The Trainer is the one, teaching us why we have all come to care.

Articulate in balancing those massive scales, 
He is making us ready for His truth or dare.
Slowly but surely He removes all of our veils.

Testing and provoking the thoughts that we all must greatly compare,
The Trainer is detained and responsible to the reality we all shall bare.
So listen here and listen there, eventually fame is no more good or fun.
The Trainer teaches us that it is our principles to be all by being one.

The Trainer is well thought out even if the job comes undone.
The Trainer is my heir I bare for global defeat fair and square!


Details | Free verse | |

There is still Poor

There is still Poor 
There is still Poor 
 
 
Some people do not cell phone some people still do not car some people do not 
live house near by and large but sleep them under train trestles and internet 
bridges no wait eye meant of course the interstate there is places where the poor 
can hide there is places where the faces seldom cry the mission beds and 
showers all are full where would you go a camping under stars if you were poor 
where would you hide the desert is a large and grainy thing the beaches are all 
taken by the rich the ditch is inhabited by rabbits and one witch the mountain 
goats have places the fox has his own den the skunk can find a hidey hole my 
friend but where am eye to rest to sleep perchance to dream of things eye am 
with the eye 


Details | Quatrain | |

MY POETICAL EXPRESSIONS

Through these verses I divulge my poetical expressions
to ignore criticism and not hoot while extricating my ideals;
my work is marked by indisputable integrity,
more plausible than a woman's chastity!


Recognition and deserving honor are nice,
but they are the least rewards I seek,
best of the best...who ever was ?
Worst of the worst.. I cannot be!


I fall between these two, lest I fault
and fairly deserve the dungeon... 
the crowds not applauding my effort,
not  proclaiming me a champion!  


My words are soave, sometimes as rigid as hooves of a horse...
reminding all that I am as human as anyone else who bleeds and rejoices, 
but  my creativity is not satiated by inferior knowledge or bizarre notions,
although my glory is never accompanied by real expectations!


Like Homer and Virgil the masters of ancient poetry,
I do praise their work, and recognize their genius shining in their word;
Troy fell and Rome rose to prominence by a bloody sword;
I don't fall by trickery, I stand on my fortress of liberty!


My obligation must be fulfilled by ardous work, I will not depart,
or merely linger on...until this mission is faithfully accomplished, and this voice,
before fading, invokes its last sunset to finally fall silent;
and if readers acclaim me, I have succeeded in my poetical expressions!


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | I do not know? | |

The Louisiana Lantern

There’s A Lantern in The Window of A Louisiana Mill
There’s A Lantern in The Window, ‘cause All The Water, Spilled
Into Basements and Stories of Houses on That Road
And People Rushed Up Here, in the Power Overload

There’s a Lantern in The Window, of A Louisiana Mill
It’s the only Glow out there… Shining from a Muddy Hill
It’s Shining down on People, Passing by in Crowded Boats
It’s Showing all the Cars and Trucks, Stuck or Afloat…

It’s Showing All the Neighbors, Hanging on Their Roofs and Try
To Hold and Calm the Kids; Waiting for Helicopter to Come By
It Showed Us, Little’ Janie and Her Rag-Doll, Didn’t Make It…
Lord Have Mercy… It Showed, Her Mama Couldn’t Take It ! ….

Now, The Lantern’s Blinking so Much… Like It Just May Go Out
‘Cause It don’t want to show Another Body, Laying About !
… It Faintly Flickered … the Resumed with All Its Might
… Looked at Our Hopeful Faces and Tried to Give Us Some Light

There’s A Lantern in The Window, of A Louisiana Mill
We’ve got to keep It Lit… and Believe that It Will
Show Us The Reason, Why We Must Go On …
… like That Louisiana Lantern, In The Window … Burning Strong


Details | Narrative | |

The Visions Blend

Sitting all alone in deep thought, I am a world away.
No Sun, no Stars, and no wind!
My mouth can not speak the words there are to say.
The visions blend carries me to where it never ends.
My God I am here and I demand to stay!
I am here, but gone to where I begin.
Nights and days have come and gone and are now decades away.
No life, no air, and no death!
My God I am alive and dead on this very day.
I am gone, but here with my journey’s quest.
The gift of life is mine as I catch my last breath.
My heart can not hold the words there are to say.
Looking deep into this world where I have come to stay,
No love, no hate, and no sin!
The visions blend carries me to where it all ends.
I am here, but gone to where I begin.
My eyes can see the words there are to say.
My God I am gone and I demand to stay.
Time and time my thoughts have traveled my days,
No time, no light, and no pretend!
The gift of life is mine all over once again.
My God I am dead but alive on this very day.
My ears can not hear the words there are to say.
I am gone, but here absorbing the visions blend.

®Registered: Ann Rich 1997


Details | Verse | |

A Ready Fighter

He was healthy,
But he was noisy,
He was feeble, 
But he was quiet.

When he feels, 
Someone’s fiddles him,
He demonstrates against it,
And he feels happiness to ashamed someone.

Although few of them,
They blame him an abuser,
And called him a ready fighter,
But he feels pride on his struggle.

He always argues on them,
They feed as pigeon to shut their eyes,
But never realised why a Poacher, 
Hiding himself behind a net.

He advices a person should n’t be so soft,
He will die for prayer and admit,
God shall come to teach him a lesson,
It is everyone’s need to stand for justice. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Off The Road Again

Off the road again
Just our ATV's 
And some good friends
Hitting the trails 
And winding bends
Starting and Making
Some new and different trends
On our ATV's once again
Cleaning the mud and gunk
From our teeth that just blends
With our armor that continues to defend
The king of off road that just wants to send
A here's mud in your eye to all 
My good buddies and friends




Tribute To ATV's
Here's Mud In Your Eye   LOL


Love Kathy & Jenny
Maybe Next Song Too


Details | Rhyme | |

Bridge to paradise

When he was a kid,he took his own advice,
Set off on his own for the bridge to paradise.
He looked high and low,on the different roads he took,
There was a lot of places he's been,and some places he didn't look.
He got married,had kids of his own and forgot about his advice,
With his mind on his family,he forgot about the bridge to paradise.
As he grew in age and failing health with his family,
An old friend told him,the bridge to paradise you cannot see.
As he lay on his deathbed,he remembered this advise,
Looked to the lord for thanks and found the bridge to paradise.


Details | Epic | |

the finest:: policemen

cops, narcs, the fuzz
they are called by a  variety of names
fearless brave men and women 
players in life's violent game
they put themselves in the line of fire
each and every day
trying to bring safety and peace 
to our lives in anyway
policemen and women 
standing on the front line
protectors of the innocent 
in the battle against crime
thank God for them
pray for them and their families too
the officers on the street
who wear the proud uniform of blue


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

TOO MANY GODS WE APPEASE

Ever since man walked the earth,
his foul character has caused misery,
destruction, sorrow , wars and animosity:
a warrior so fierce and mean...
that God was forced to destroy his vile,
so that kind and faithful men would obey,
and never be without hope and joy;
and He called them:  His choosen people!

And those men lived by the commandments,
and the tremendous task of Jashua
was to lead the Israelites
to their Promised Land...after Moses died!
And though God found
one of them with iniquity...He forgave him;
and king Solomon grew in wisdom,
but David, on the other hand,
laid his innocence before Jehovah...
making him so God-fearing and brave!

Now, there are no more prophets like Moses
and Jeremiah ,and Job a blameless 
and righteous sufferer...being tested by Satan 
for his unyielding integrity to God!
If Aaron displeased God, are we to do the same...
let ourselves go unrestrained,
and worship an image to replace holiness?
There too many gods we appease...
 with a servitude which can't ever be released!     


Details | Free verse | |

Critique Nazi (poetry game) To become what you wanted

for now i am empty
blank
emotionless
but soon enough i will fill that whole
edit myself
with all you remarks 
and believe you me
the comments that go along
that you write
will be writing me

for now i am a shell
a hollow wonderful thing
and then you come along
tell me a thought or feeling
and i add it in
and leave you to wonder where it went how i did it
and i become everything you said to me

One poem written by many
through my minds eye and hand
one poem right here for you to see
i am the shell of nothing lonely
and waiting for the comment to change me
the inspirational words to satisfy someone
who will unsatisfy someone else
until all are satisfied
and i am something
no longer hollow
no longer shallow
a lesson in learning critiques of nature
and everything you could have would have should have said
is right here

I will become everything you say i should be
everything you say i am
i will exaggerate
everything i should add check or change your will be done
this page becomes everything to somebody
begging for control
this page loses all sense of it
as we take turns leading blindly


Details | Couplet | |

Let's Start Today

Let's bring into this world peace
So all these wars and violence can cease
Let's stop all this hatred
And give the poor and homeless a piece of bread
Let's start by changing us all and right from inside
And letting God be your guide
There's so much we need to change
Even if it looks and sounds strange
We can all start sometime and somewhere
By showing in everything that we do, that we care

Let's be careful in the manner that we speak
Let's be strong and not weak
Let's show this world, that we still stand strong and tall
Let's unite together with courage and tear down every single wall
Let's bring into this world of ours much more love and peace
So a lot of this vicious circle of strife and pain can one day cease
Let's start today and let's do it right from the place in which we live
Let's always be respectful of our neighbors and our fellow man
Let's give the best of ourselves everyday and all the time that we can.
Let's stop this madness and get rid of all these illegal drugs today
They can destroy everything that you have and will kill you too
Make a vow to bring God into your life every single day
And make Him part of everything that you do.
Believe that your life will be more productive and blessed
When you put Him first in every thing
That you set your mind to do when you bring
Him closer and right inside your heart
And from you He shall never depart
So start by doing this and much more
Let's answer the call and open the door
Let's be watchful of everything that we do and say
And let's be thankful and pray to God everyday!



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2008


February,2,2008


Details | Bio | |

Thankful For Lessons Learned

I am so thankful :
  for the changes in my life,
  for the valleys and deserts I've wandered,
  for the mountains removed from my way.

I am so thankful :
  for the tears that I've cried,
  for every break in my heart,
  for every challenge I've conquered.

I am so thankful :
  for every bridge I have burned,
  for every word left unsaid,
  for all the sorrow and joy I've known.

I am so thankful :
  for my beloved family and friends,
  for all the memories we share,
  for every precious, fleeting moment.  

I am so thankful :
  for all the ones who have come and gone,
  for  love unknown to man,
  for a Saviour I call my own.

I am so thankful :
  for those who are my friends,
  for what we share together,
  for my Heavenly Father above.

I am so thankful :
  for my eternal home,
  for predestinated forgiveness,
  for  my GOD's omnipotence.

I am so thankful :
  for every chance I threw away,
  for every risk I took,
  for every place I've never been.

I am so thankful :
  for the evening tides,
  for all the above,
  for Lessons Learned.


Details | I do not know? | |

ROAD OF PERCEPTION

Most of us has learned to see
that time is just a factor
how fast you get from A to B
depends on what you're after...
The high road always seems to rise
no matter how you climb it
the low road seems the slowest trip
with every turn inside it...
Some describe this circumstance
this unforgiving nature
as a reminder that we can't go back
no matter what the wager...
But keep your heart set on your goal
though life is not perfection
realize that these two roads
may share the same connection...
And when you think the journey's ended
you may lack perception
because the road may just have bent
in an unforeseen direction...


Details | Free verse | |

Star Lights

Fireplaces are fresh,
Cups hold hot coffee
Flannel shirts,
Denim jeans.
Stars are night lights
Untouched snow found.


Details | Ballad | |

THE STAR CATCHER

In the limitless of me 
I caught a star 

I made my way , 
through the universe 
Another day 
Another constellation too 

I am a star catcher 
Stars, caught 
Stars, let go 
Such worlds I know 

Such stars, 
breathed their light over me 
Filled me with magic 
Let me see 

In the limitless of me 
Star catcher am I ! 
The colours flowed through, 
in a midnight sky 

The places I have been 
The places I have seen 
I want you to see... 
The catcher in me 

I can find you, 
for, you are a star 
Caught in me 
Colours too 

Through my universe 
Watching stars burn 
Watching stars shimmer 
Catching stars 
For, now it is your turn


Details | Free verse | |

The scenes we left behind remain

Embedded in tormented mind , 
blood clogged fields,
dangling limbs - contorted.
Whistling ammunition,
gun fire resounds.


Details | Rhyme | |

So Come

Like an artist who paints on a canvas
This poet with her words tells others about Jesus
My poetry is a supernatural gift and a talent
That through the indwelling of The Holy Spirit is Heaven Sent
For you see--to save you and me
Jesus came to the earth in the form of a virgin birth
For thirty-three short years--Jesus walked this earth
Then after being crucified--He died
And back to His Father in Heaven He went
But He promised The Holy Spirit to be Our Guide
That is what Jesus--God's Only Begotten Son has done for all of us--His Bride
It's time to decide--for time is short
Whose side you are on--the sheep or the goats
So you had better change all your evil ways
'Cause these are the last days
And stop sowing wild oats
Or on Judgement Day--in The Lord's Court
You'll be sentenced to death
So don't wait until you draw your last breath
For it will be too late to decide
Don't wait until you lose your wealth
Just 'cause all of these years because of all of your money
You've been thinking to Heaven--you'll get a free ride...
Don't wait either--until you lose your health
But decide now to be on The Lord's side
For The Bridegroom is coming soon for His Bride
Says Jesus The Son--"Come one--come all
'Cause in hell--beieve Me--you won't have a ball
So don't delay--don't hesitate--come to Me today
Before it's too late
Come to Me--bend your knee
From bondage--I'll set you free...
So come!"


Details | Free verse | |

-AS IF FROM A DREAM-

CHIVALRY'S WARRIORS,
HONOR BOUND KNIGHTS,
CROSSING TIMES LONG FORGOTTEN,
THEY COME.
OUT OF THE DEPTHS OF THE AGES
THEY COME.
THESE MOUNTED WARRIORS,
OUT BEYOND THE FAR REACHING FIELD
TO THE TREELINE OF THE DARK FOREST.
YOU CAN SEE THEM, ADVANCING
AS IF FROM A DREAM.
 
SYMBOLIC FIGURES FROM THE STUFF OF LEGEND
WITH IDEALISTIC VALUES NO LONGER PRESENT,
THEY ARE REMINDERS OF HARD FOUGHT BATTLES
AND HEROIC FEATS KNOWN TO HAVE BEEN COMMONPLACE.

THESE BE ARTHUR'S KNIGHTS,
FORGED IN THE FIRES OF WARFARE
AND FEARLESS IN THEIR QUEST FOR PEACEFUL DAYS.
UNITED UNDER PENDRAGON'S BANNER,
THEY SERVE HIM WHO WIELDS EXCALIBUR.

THE LAST BASTION OF LIGHT
IN A TIME OF ONCOMING DARKNESS,
THEY ARE THE FADING IMAGE OF ORDER
AGAINST THOSE WHO WOULD PLUNGE
THE LAST GLIMPSES OF CIVILIZATION
INTO CHAOTIC DESTRUCTION AND
UNENDING NIGHT-

( REMEMBERING A TIME OF HEROES)


Douglas L. Ace


Details | Ballade | |

Picking And A Grinning { Bluegrass}

                                            When we all get to Heaven
                                                 You may see me walkin'
                                              Here there everywhere
                                  For I'm just a blue ridge mountain boy
                             thumbing for a ride down a lonely banjo road
                        With old Joe Clark livin just' two doors down from me
                                         Leaning on the everlasting arms
                                          Of his sweet Tennessee Rose gal
                                                If teardrops were pennies
                                         I could buy two more bottles of wine
                                                 So  please Mr. Sandman
                                              I'm crying my heart out over you
                                                     For this is all I can do
                                          As I pick these bluegrass banjo blues
                                         From my Tennessee Mountain home roads
                                                           That I once knew
                                      
                                           


Just A Bluegrass song
working on  LOL


Details | Rhyme | |

Life's Up's And Downs

life sure has it's 
up's and downs

but this is no reason 
to wear such a sad 
looking frown

for the sun still rises 
escapading her crown

as the wind silently whistles 
to a flutal sound

birds and butterflies flutter 
amidst grassy carpet mounds

children's laughter how profound
little toes buried in sands ground

aqua velvet splashguarding abound
rockbeds and lighthouses I found

so family and friends 
let's gather around 

and go out and even 
hit some new found towns

for life may seem to have 
it's up's and downs but

refuse to wear a 
such sad looking frown

for if not for our savoir
blessing this earth's ground

there would be nothing left but peeps
and wispered uttered sounds



Go Out And Enjoy Life
And Nature Too

Listen To The Whispers Of The Wind


Details | Free verse | |

Angelic

Tell Heaven all angels should have harps,
with which their melancholic voices can resound.
As they sit there in Paradise,
admiring the view whilst enjoying perfection
and idilic after-life.


Details | I do not know? | |

THE PRINCESSES' TAPESTRIES

The Princesses ........... 
Tapestries to hang, in the great hall 
Such beauty and colour............. 
To enthrall 

A Tapestry of Faeries............. 
Green and gold 
Made with love........ 
Enchanting.......... 
The eyes to behold........ 
Tiny wings...... 
Glowing things 

A tapestry of flowers.......... 
How rich the colour! 
Bursting forth.......... 
A garden for them all 
It was meant .......... 
Blazoning the hall 
Filling it with scent 

A Tapestry of Magic............ 
Magic weaving through............. 
To reveal............ 
The Kings and Queens..... 
Elements and Seasons...... 
All mysterious things........ 
The colour to show........ 
Which wind will blow, 
and the reasons 
Spell bound 
The Tapestry......... 
To reveal 
The princesses, found 

A Tapestry of Stars...... 
Silver Stars.......... 
Woven on deep blue 
Stars to shine........ 
Upon the hall, 
so fine...... 
Glittering too...... 
Illuminating the hall at night, 
with wondrous starlight 


Details | Free verse | |

Natural memories

Count the days in the garden.
Let love bloom all around.
Recognize the peace,
there is harmony in the sky.
With each and every leaf or bud -
new breath, a miracle.
Make memories unforgettable,
garnish them with thoughtful floral fragrance.
Add that loving laughter, those smiles.
Create that sense of magic,
and cherish natures dance.


Details | Rhyme | |

Gone Fishin'

Gone Fishin'
Fulfillin' The Great Commission
Takin'The Good News to every nation--

Jesus Christ was born, bled and died for you and all of your kin
Give up every sin and in your life you will win

Like Zechariahs--climb a tree
Tell everyone about The One who bled on Calvary
God's Son--can set all people free
And in life--you can have the victory

Just open up your heart's door--and forevermore
For Eternity you will live with The Trinity


Details | Rhyme | |

Rhyme and Reason

A pen in my right hand, 
And I am off to la-la land.
I’m zipping through the zoo,
Or just passing by you!

Poetsville is a city to be,
There are great big trees.
Homes are huge there.
Rhyme and reason are pretty fair.

Little people dance in the streets,
Shuffling their tiny little feet’s!
Always a song and always a voice,
Lyrics dangle in the breeze by choice.

There is always a Rhyme with a Reason,
Sprinkling rainbows for the next season!
Rain or shine the poet knows how,
To turn it around making words that wow.

There are deserts and oceans by the shore,
You can count them one, two, three and four.
It is a rhyme and reason just for being,
Right side up with what you are seeing.

So off to la-la Land I will be,
Just my pen and just me!

®Registered: Ann Rich   2006


Details | I do not know? | |

My World

On that stage, I see my self on that stage…
I feel free.
Free to say whatever
And free to do me.
Dressed in sweat pants, black shirt
With white long sleeves…with a coofy
…Just being me.
Nothing anyone says,
Nothing anyone does affect me.
Because all will respect me
None will neglect me…but if so
My words shall protect me.
When I am on that stage 
I am on a pedestal…
Where many wanna bees
Wanna be me…
But what they fail to see
Is me doing me
And not anyone else…
I chill and be myself
By myself because 
On that stage, I see my self on that stage…
I feel free
Free to say whatever 
And free to do me.
But there are infractions and glitches
That takes me away from all the relaxation
And freedom…
Then it hits me…
That no matter where I see myself
I will always be back 
In the world of rules and consequences.


Details | Blank verse | |

Arrival

Arrival is the beginning of something else,
Termination of departure and travel,
Respite and excitement in the realm of the unique
Or perhaps the tread into beloved familiarity.

It is the coming home, the planting of roots,
The yeast and salt respiration of fresh baked bread,
And it burns like love on oil-lamp waters,
In sheets of fiery rain upon the distant shores.

It is the thudding of the heart in tines of bone,
It is the silver magnesium camera flash in the eyes,
The mother earth battery jolt in genitalia,
It is the ice cream angel kissing on the lips.

Arrival is when we are together, 
And expectations of togetherness when apart,
It is our go away slowly come back quickly mantra,
It is our flesh upon our flesh in deeds of love. 


Details | Blank verse | |

Pocketful Of Memories

Time seems an insidious beast, deceptive
by nature, appears to promise so much by giving least.
So, I got old, almost as if in an instant flash of lightening,
one day I looked away, then looked back, so fast it was frightening.
The future had arrived.

Life is a gift that keeps on giving, but as
time moves on you know as many dead as you do living.
Well, maybe more. Funny how it works, how it's done,
but I'm able to keep perfect account of each and every one.
I see them so clearly.

I have seen so much, I have known so much, some acute sixth
or seventh sense helps me keep in touch
with the scythe-like days of the present, the slow waltz of the past.
Though my movements may be frosty, in my head the thoughts collage so fast.
I just sit and let them spin.

People I knew, cared desperately about, so many have died, yet they
live on in part for me in every silent tear cried.
For the feelings never dissipate, remaining fresh and sharp
like melodies plucked on the silver strings of a priceless golden harp.
They play so bittersweet.

I know of generations now around me, see the
best of me reborn in them; their humane love surrounds me.
I can live forever for they embody all the dreams I had,
and that is why I sit content, at peace and never sad.
It makes my days complete.

I have so much more left than the naked eye can see, got a
widescreen vista to scan for timeless, endless company.
I have this pocketful of memories I dutifully keep,
and, let me tell you people, these pockets are so deep.
They will never end.


Details | Acrostic | |

The Gospel of Peace

Greet all men
Of different cultures
Of different races of 
Different places as your

Next door Neighbors;
Especially, when they are
Wounded, ambushed and
Stripped bare.

Pour in the oil and the wine.
Restore to health 
Every breach creating
Amicable relations.
Clothe and feed your
Enemies and let not
Disdain come from

The author of lies and
Of confussion, but let the

Author of Peace give you
Love and compassion for all
Lands of color and culture.


Details | Bio | |

My True Journey

I once went on a missionary journey
to the west coast of Africa, the motherland
the experience changed my life forever
and my conception of each and every man

I lived as a homeless person,
working on the street shining shoes
I lived one day of my life
like the less fortunate always do
I experienced the hungers pains and the despair
that they always feel
I learned It's not important what you possess in this world
but are you willing to share your last meal

when I returned back home to America 
the man that I had shined shoes with
asked me to send him only a dictionary
but instead I sent an entire care kit

I was sad in the beginning 
when they told me there were no more missionary slots
but after I prayed to my Lord God
He opened up for me a spot
The Lord God desired that I be
on that missionary tour
for the knowledge that I've brought back 
has benefited me and so many more
I now know not to be quick to judge others
until one can comprehend
you don't know of their circumstances in life
or where they might have been
until you've walked in some else's shoes
only then you will see
that It's not about the things you possess in this word
It's about your spiritual journey



Details | Didactic | |

In His House


Man is like light
                              In his house 
Where he prays
                          So as his sons


Details | Rhyme | |

Astral Projection

I want to leave
go away from here
out of this body
to another sphere.

Out I go now
into a long funnel.
There is no light here
as through a tunnel.

I emerge into
the darkest of dark
with only a few twinkles
to give a spark

Into this space I move
though its very cold
and no longer am I sure
to be so bold.

Then voices come
distant rumble of babble,
no words appear
only the sounds of rabble.

Like in an auditorium
with everyone talking as one.
The cacophony grew and I knew
I shouldn't have come.

The grass is not greener,
it doesn't exist.
There is only cold out here
and here was the twist:

All the universe
I will ever know
is within myself
no matter where I go.

I must return
go away from here
back to my home
on the glorious blue sphere



Details | Ballad | |

WHEN I WAS A BOY

Once upon a time
in a world...
You cannot see,
was a place for you and me

Fields in which to run
Enchanted trees to climb...
In a land of beautiful sun
This was a time...

Long ago, far away
how I ache...
For those days...
When a Heartstone,
lay in my heart,
and I learnt the Wise Ways

The sound of lute filled the air
Magic too
Trees of soft colour,
shaded the castle from view

So many places to play
Enchanted rooms
Nooks and crannies
Finding a hiding way

The changing seasons
Beautiful in their nature
Queens and Kings
The way of things

Such joy and harmony,
amongst the whispering trees
A Stream of Sighs
Watching Heartstone eagles fly
This was a time...

For a young boy,
to lie back in a field of corn
The King of Air sculpting clouds
Watching eagles fly
Faeries being born...
This was a time...

Once upon a time,
in a world you once saw
Behind a secret door...
Is a place for you and me


Details | Light Poetry | |

dressing for the Lord

when you attend church
It does not matter what you wear
God is just glad
that you showed up there
church is a place 
where you go to get inspired
It's not a fashion show
depending on your attire
many people fail to see
that all God want you to be
is a faithful and regular attender
living your life by His agenda
as many have often say
clothes don't make the man
just be clean and neat
give God glory
and to Him raise your hands

when attending church first began
on Mount Olivet
many people were happy to worship God
in whatever clothing they could get
so don't be a prude
and don't be rude
just be thankful that they cane
for God loves us all just the same


Details | Senryu | |

Gorgeous Smile

Through your busy day
At meetings, work, lunch or play
Don’t forget to smile


Details | I do not know? | |

Since You've Been Gone

Since you've been gone my life hasen't been the same 
But in this situation there's no one to blame 
Hopefully one day we will reunite 
So we can laugh and reminisce about the days we used to fight 
It's hard for me to go on day after day 
Because you moved to lousiana which is so far away 
Don't get me wrong I love the letters 
But you being here will make me feel so much better 
You have been the best friend I have ever had 
When I think about you leaving it makes me so sad 
When you were in florida I thought fate would keep you here 
No matter how far the distance in my heart you will always be near


Details | Ballad | |

MISTY MORNING

Mist lay snug in the hollows 
Quietly, 
in the time before sun 

A thick blanket too, 
covering the green 
In a land of mist, 
tall spires, 
rising through 

A swathe of hand, 
pushed away, 
mist from this land, 
brightening day 

Quiet misty morning 
tall spires, 
rising through 
Pale Eastern light 
Dawning 

An eagle, 
so high 
Above the tall spires 
Above the mist 
Looking for eastern light 
The disappearing night 
Now is the time, 
to fly 


Details | Lyric | |

Taras Shevchenko


Taras follows me—

wherever I go, giving such 
inspiration, consent and dares me to speak 
out my mind; encouraging me 

to search for freedom, thru my 
thin voice, against the treacherous tactics 
of life.  Again and again, he’s 

speaking in a finest manner 
and as I talk to him he turns me not away. He stands 
amidst the trees. His eternal throne—

the park of Kyiv’s wisdom, where I love hanging 
around, waiting for the great red bell chimes. And, 
as always, as I pick the yellow caterpillar 

with two lights on to bring me home 
from a day’s travel, I see him nodding in silence, while 
hospitable hands wave in the wind.  Now I see 

his face no more, but 
everyday I feel him and hear his voices. His voices—
in the praises of my peers, in the psalms of 

my neighbors and of the people of the streets,
in the whirs of the birds and in the twitches of the fishes, 
in the smiles of the flowers and of the tares, 
 
in the sound of the rivers, of the seas, 
and of the mountains, too. He’s a friend I owe this life, 
urging me on—

to sow duds of thought, to bloom near a placid stream.
 



Details | Dramatic monologue | |

just another day in the neighborhood

children are running and playing all around
teenagers are dancing and bouncing up and down
the music is hypnotic with it's relentless beat
floating on the air all over the street
just another day in the neighborhood

the johnny pump is spraying water all about
everyone's frolicking in it, enjoying this day out
a hot summer day and we're all trying to stay cool
thankful that it's Friday and tomorrow there's no school
just another day in the neighborhood

the streets are saturated with all manner of cops
another violent incident, someone's been shot
a family is feeling anguish and such terrible loss
we need to stop all the unnecessary killings at any cost
just another day in the neighborhood

the drug pushers are on the corner selling their wares
out in the open and nobody seems to care
what in the hell is wrong with society?
we all need a healthy dose of some reality

it's just another day in our neighborhoods
it's time for the people to start doing something for the good
we need to stand up for our convictions and our beliefs
and not give the criminal element any type of relief
take back control of our streets and our towns
let the thugs be aware we're no longer messing around
IT'S JUST ANOTHER DAY IN OUR NEIGHBORHOODS


Details | Ballad | |

PRELUDE

Streams of light,
fell on me
I stayed awhile
A bubbling brook
Grassy knoll
Shady tree

To escape
Find something new
How it matters to you
For in the heart
It cannot lie,
for it is true

To a better time
long ago...
When deeds of valour
Lost beliefs,
meant something so

Magical times,
to fill the air
Fill my heart
What I want to share

For this is my heart
Changing seasons
Faeries too
I hope that it means something to you

In our hearts
We have castles
Nature
Love too

We cannot lose sight,
of pure loving ways
Of wind
Kings and queens
Faeries flight

This is my heartstone


Details | I do not know? | |

THE GOLD

The canyon is grand--
A work of God's hand.
It's a magical color display.
Two eagles on high,
In the strawberry sky,
At the end of a gold medal day.


Details | Free verse | |

Heaven or Hell

From our behavior on Earth, we have a choice between heaven or hell
I'm trying to change my ways so that in heaven I may dwell

I plan to be around the cross and at the meeting
I plan to be with God and in his kingdom eternally

Getting to know God is the best thing we could ever do
Cause at the end of life, whose else eyes and face are you going to have to look 
    into?

I'm trying to get on board
So that I can be heavenly bounded with my Lord

No, not everything in my life is good
And there's other people who feel the way that I do, so I know that I'm not 
    misunderstood

I want to walk the streets that are said to be pearly
And enter the gates that are said to be gold

I want to be in heaven so I can forever be happy
So I can see of the wonders from the stories that I was once told

Me going to Hell is not in my vocabulary
So devil, step aside and get behind me

Don't touch me, don't push me, and don't tempt me
For I have prayer and God, and He will never leave me nor forsake me

If I keep God at the head of my track
He will keep you off of my back

You see, Hell is hot and only burns
And the devil can't do nothing for me but get on my nerves

There's so many things that God can do for me
That's why I choose heaven and heaven only


Details | I do not know? | |

Freedom's Power

Deep regrets lie within
He misses his wife and family

Tears fall down his aging face
His lawyer dropped his case

Numerous luxuries outside
But it's in the darkness he presides

Tastes of anger, he's stuck
No longer believes in luck

Self worth diminishes from degrading stares
Loneliness consumes him; no one cares

Made a big mistake, he was wrong
Consequences remain to be paid, stay strong

Forgetting how it feels to be cared about
Without freedom he goes crazy, screams and shouts

Good news, a letter from his wife
Wrote about the kids, she misses him in her life

Again his heart breaks
Didn't know what a difference he makes

The day to begin fresh and new
He now knows that not having freedom can do


Details | I do not know? | |

Dreams

There are Fantasies
There are Nightmares
Then They're Dreams
Illusions, Something making believe
Dreams are what you hope happen in real life
What do you dream
What do you hope for
What do you think about in your dreams
Happiness, Joy, Sadness, Anger
Beautiful Things, Sad Things
What excites your dream
Is it that you wonder about life
Do you wonder about others
Dreams Come, Dreams Go
Do Dreams Really Die? Well, No
Dreams are Forever
Dreams Last
We Dream for the Better Future
We Dream of a Better World


Details | Senryu | |

Shining Light (Senryu)

lamp in a dark place
forward fight for forgiveness
salvation shining


© Joseph Spence, 7/21/07
© All Rights Reserved


Comments:  The traditional/classic Japanese senryu form has three lines:  the 
first five syllables, second seven syllables and third five syllables.  The pattern is 
5/7/5 for a total of seventeen syllables. The senryu is generally about an emotion 
expression.


Details | Lyric | |

Words of Truth

God is great
God is gracious
God is my only Love…
God is Holy
And He is beautiful
Oh how strong are You
My wonderful maker so true…
God’s Love is never-ending
It stands the test of time
His precious heart
Is sweetly reflected
In His lands of art
And He speaks
Only Words of Truth…
God is great
God is gracious
God is my only Love…
God is Holy
And He is beautiful
Oh how strong are You
My wonderful maker so true…
Oh how strong are You
My wonderful maker so true
And I love your Words of Truth!


Details | Free verse | |

Season's World War II

Summer shall end,
and fall will unite with winter,
to take us over,
only to betray the ice,
so they may rule the world alone.

But spring shall come,
and feirce battles will rage,
on and on we'll fight,
and so shall come a superpower,
to help the world unite.

Left without allies,
an evil man tries to rule,
but to let this free rule live,
we must defeat him,
or all the world is destroyed at his hands.


Details | Bio | |

Eternitys Inn

One day I made a reservation at Pleasure Inn.
  I found the room quite pleasurable and pleasing to the eye,
  the bed was made nicely and the room service just right; 
  whenever I was in need I just made the call. But, I wanted
  something new...so,

One day I made a reservation at Sorrows Inn.
  I found that the outside looked good but the room was rather 
  untidy, it was all I could do to make it pleasing to me. 
  Things didn't seem right, the bed wasn't made to fit my style,
  the air too stuffy, windows jammed and the room service on break.
  I wondered if this was the place for me?...so,

One day I made a reservation at Reasoning Inn.
  I found things on the up, I learned to trade for the 'better'
  whenever things went wrong just to keep the up from going down.
  It seemed the only logic of reasoning and yet, I knew 
  the up had to come down, eventually.
  Happiness I couldn't afford and life seemed impossible to live...then,

One day a call came to say, 
  " I have made you a reservation at Eternity's Inn,
    I expect nothing in return, yet you will trust and love me.Come! "
    My heart knew the I now was HE because the somehow now was Grace,
    I no longer search for the place that I belong. 
    Behold, The Greatest Love ever!

One day twas all it took, One moment and a reservation had been made.
  The bed I lie in isn't always made but the sheets are always clean
  at Eternity's Inn.


Details | Ballad | |

WAKING UP AT DAWN

Waking up at dawn
with incandescent lights
on my subdued frawn...
receding to warm sheets;
recognizing the petrel's flight
with the hawks pursuing it in delight,
while spiders hang on dusty webs
and the incessant thrush sings...

Waking up at dawn
with sunken eyes,
not wanting to meet sunlight;
a little morose,but gladsome...
I glance at the maples,
submerged in intense light,
as the wagtails tap
on my  moist window
to greet me with a cheerful chirp...

Waking up at dawn
with departing lovely dreams,
I grope uncertainly amid visions;
no full moon rises above the bright horizon,
and with no night passion to inflame me:
I reckon another inevitable aspect of reality...


Details | Rhyme | |

Timeless

The light comes on and my heart ablaze
A man named Chang completes catharsis
One cross of power brought genesis
To enlarge one's coast in adding another
The results rang resolute from Great Beyond
Dreams of majestic meetings imagined for ions
At last hills trodden once above my grasp
Rain falls soft and wind whisks my back
Pete and Andre plays Stars and Stripes again

The lights go out and my spirit sinks
Hopes deferred many years hath made me sick
One ton of fears knocked me down
As many pounds brought me to my knees
To no avail would go such pleas
Nightmares of friends never made
Once again pull the covers over my head
The skies spell the impending shame 
Tiger Tim's waiting to be tamed

Betwixt and between Big Ben's tick and tock
Changing of the guard concerning one's worldly lot
The fortnight's feast of wunderkinds needs an Abraham at the table
A mere Chaldean Yank in waiting willing and able
From a trespasser and a common gravedigger
To a server and a courtly centre of attention
As content to punchlines given and unrelenting to the taking of no prisoners
Opposing forces are met as imposters in the face of ecstasy and agony
Same today and tomorrow as was so in the days of Kipling


Details | Rhyme | |

Whispering Wind

Close your eyes and feel the breeze
Listen to it move though the trees
Watch it move the grass to and fro
Allow your mind to truly grow
Follow your dreams they will come true
The path to follow is there for you
At times the wind will seem bitter cold
That is when to be focused and bold
Hear what the wind has to say
And in happiness you will stay
The whispering wind is your soul
Telling you the ultimate goal


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Queen Elizabeth's Beefeater

You stand alone, so full of brawn
Poise you have, that of a sitter
You stand steadfast, until the dawn
That weapon you wield, will always glitter
Your spirits remain high, never bitter.


Details | Ballad | |

A MOTHER'S ABSENCE

A lonely boy,barely seventeen,
writing sad and lovely words
from a small room with open shades
overlooking Everett's skyline: 
a lovely and quite town
in the suburbs of Boston...

Mother,distance is counted in miles,
but to miss what inspires me
is quite unmmeasurable
and verbally indescribable
mother,days become nights...
and momorable moments
cheer me up when I should cry,
and be comforted by your tenderness!  

Daddy,left from this very place of truce,
with a glance cold and undignified,
his plane flew over Long Island
where you courageously thrive on;
he betrayed both son and spouse!

Airplanes roar over the discolored roof
of this huge and abandoned house;
the yellow-chested parrot repeats
his funny and banal jokes,
unable to make me smile and laugh,
because inside a sorrowful heart
there's no place for joy and growth!

Mother, the heavy snow is covering the roof-tops,
and the firs and pines welcome it with zest;
but I feel the coldness and can't rest...
until I see the gladness back in those eyes!