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Details | Narrative | |

Will You Tie My Shoes When I Grow Old

You were beautiful, 
my tiny child, 
wrapped tightly in my arms, 
close to my heart.
I listened to you breathing.
I counted your fingers
and your toes.
you cried out to me
and I loved you
with every ounce of my soul.

Will you hear me
when I cry out? 
Will you hold me close
as I held you then? 

I remember the day
You took your first step.
There was no stopping you.
Your feet gave you freedom
to explore the world
like never before
but danger lurked.
I opened those doors anyway, 
and introduced
you to the world.
Where will you be
when my legs
no longer run? 
no longer work? 
Will you realize
that I love
freedom too? 

I laugh
about that day
you first tied your shoe.
We tried and tried
to get that rabbit
in that hole
and you finally did it.
You pointed your toes
for everyone to see
how proud you were.

I am proud too, 
of my writing
and my drawing, 
of my needlework
and my cooking.
But my hands are beginning to ache
and my fingers will not bend.
I will lose the things
that make me proud
except for you.
Hopefully not you.
Will you let me
brag on you? 
Even tell wild stories
that are a bit beyond the truth? 
Will you be proud of me too? 

I waved good-bye
that morning when you left
on that large, yellow bus.
I was so scared.
I know you were too.
You waved at me bravely
through the dusty window
but I saw the water
forming in your eyes.
You came home, however, 
full of pride and joy.
You sang the alphabet song
and got most of it right.
You practiced for hours
until you could sing it
even in your sleep.

I'm afraid.
I forgot
whether I took
my pills today or not.
I forgot
if I told this story before.
I even forgot once
who you were
and it terrified me.
My mind
is my treasure
the only thing I have left, 
and I heard you make
fun of me
for not remembering
that I gave you the
same gift as last year.
Will you love me
when I no longer
know who I am? 

You came home blushing
from the glow of
your first kiss.
Your first love, 
the one you thought was real.
You talked about him non-stop.
You changed for him. You gave.
But he left you anyway
for a blue-eyed girl
and I held you
while you cried for him.

I too have a
broken heart.
The love of my life
left me after
fifty-six years.
He left me here
to live life on my own
while he moved on
to another realm
And I cry for him too.
I long for his shoulder
and strong embrace.
I feel betrayed
because he and I
made a deal
that we would never
leave the other alone.
Yet I am alone
sitting in an echoing house
with no hands to hold.

You welcomed her home today- 
your tiny baby girl.
She has your eyes
and possibly your toes.
I see you counting them
as they roll me
into the room.
You finally came
to visit.
It has been a while.

You look up at me
with tears in your eyes
and ask
almost desperately, 

"Will she tie my
when I get old? "

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Don't Let Right Become Wrong


She is always right and he is never wrong,
Neither willing to concede and the anger rolls right along.
Finding each others faults as they fuel this awful flame,
Both claiming victory when neither will accept the blame.

With clinched jaws and fingers pointing,
Their words so damning, so hurtful, and so taunting.
Then it reaches its fiery crescendo,
Then neither one knows what to do or how to let go.

What had happened, it wasn’t always like this,
They used to hold hands and share a frequent kiss.
Then something bad happened, almost overnight,
Seems now they cannot speak to each other without it turning into a fight.

Little things started escalating and devouring their heart,
With no common grounds for reasoning maybe it would be best if they should part.
She said I’ll take our children and go stay for awhile with mom and dad,
Then it finally hit him he was about to lose the best thing he ever had.

It finally happened like someone turned on a light,
He said I’ve been a fool and I never again want us to fight.
He said I had a vision of living in this cold dark and lonely home alone.
And I didn’t like the picture, you’re the only love I’ve ever known.

Now they both got refocused and once more it is a home filled with love,
And now neither will let a push become a shove.

Details | Free verse | |

Her Lover

Moving quietly so not to wake her,
My lover half covered sighs like a purr,
We have had our pleasure
And now it's time for me to leave.
But the sight and smell causes me
A moment's thrill as I remember
our first kiss.
But I must leave, no time to dwell,
Thoughts of what could be,
Bow down to what life must be.
Without her my life is grey,
At home my other life awaits,
Here I am a lover,
At home I am needed -
but as a wife and mother.

Details | Quatrain | |

Eternal Everlasting Joy

Sometimes, I think about my life
And the prices I have paid
All the places I have been
The choices I have made

Seems somewhere along the path
I stumbled upon a stone
At that moment I realized
I’d forgotten my way home

My home became a prison cell
My memory was forgotten
My soul was like an egg
An egg that had gone rotten

Sorry I had to go away
You didn’t deserve my shame
I moved very far away
No connection to my name

My life has always been a lie
One I kept hidden from you
When you thought I was in college
Serving time up in the zoo

On the day I was released
You thought I graduated
The moment you were most proud
Another lie to be hated

I have learned it’s never to late
I believe those words are true
Grandma I’m on a mission
I will graduate for you

I really want to earn the pride
You gave me so long ago
I think it will bring some peace
Releasing guilt up in my soul

I’ve learned in the game of life
We must earn our pride
Even if the people are gone
Resting on the other side

I’ve learned in the game of life
Even though they may be hard
Choices aren’t like rolling dice
They're not like flipping cards

Choices define who we are
I know these words are true
Every choice I know make
Are bringing me back home to you

Grandma, I know where heaven is
It’s right here inside my heart
Inside of mine your memory
Until death will never part

During the time I have left
I vow to always let it show
All the seeds you sowed in me
I shall nourish as they grow

In the end I’ll sit with you
Just like when I was a boy
We’ll sing and praise Jesus’ name
With eternal everlasting joy

Details | Free verse | |

I Do Believe

"I Do Believe" 

The purpose of LIFE is to {Living In Faith Ever} 
to enrich God within us 
to an optimum level 
so that We as Humans 
can be guided by God 
to fuel out brothers and sisters 
with the same driving force 
to connect with the living God, 
to His existence and 
to See the Invisible, 
Believe the Incredible, and 
to Receive the Impossible 
to our everlasting journey 
to Heaven.

Rev. Samuel Mack
Copyright 2013

Details | Verse | |

In Gratitude I Bow

_______________________________ In silence and in prayer................. _______________________________ For those who gave everything and never failed to protect for those who left loved ones and tried hard not to look back for those who made it home and for those who's spirits flew on... For you my hat is off in Gratitude I thank God for people like you.. I remember with thanksgiving in painful facets from within each man and women who fought for this country until the bitter end.. Come home my proud soldiers come home once again come home my mighty soldiers come home to mend... In Gratitude I bow... _______________________________ A Debbie Guzzi Contest

Details | Narrative | |

Eat Pray Love

On the edge 
of the evacuation zone
Miyuki holds her daughter 
tip-toeing in pink sneakers 
her small hands fragile 
blossoms opening
to the man with the beeping wand 

They were outside in the karesansui 
washing and raking 
rocks, when the school 
heaved, convulsed 
then pressed into silence
voices rising inside

So now they wait with strangers
in ordered lines of sorrow 
for bread and drinking water 
as an adolescent, eyes downcast
sees the small pink laces and
offers up his only ration 
of precious onigiri

Hooded and white masked they walk 
three days and bed-less nights toward 
Ishinomaki by the ocean
to family, friends, and home forever 

The landscape jumbles unfamiliar
with plastic wreckage 
and automobiles 
detritus flooded in a field
where Japonica once grew
while moon-suited men 
and women gather
albums for the living

And after sunset Miyuki moves 
her little girl away 
from a white-taped blue-bagged 
lifeless form 
toward the humming black-robed Monk, his
prayers for light 
and workers burned
exposed to radiation ten 
thousand times too high 

And in the shadows one old man kneels
beside a fetid pool and scoops  
rice to carry back to neighbours 
moved to higher ground, un-opens 
one last bottled spirit
bows his head and offers
Miyuki and her first and only 
everything  he has 

At last they reach the shelter’s glow
beneath the starless robe of night 
not used to wearing 
shoes indoors
Miyuki helps her daughter fold
sheets of painful news into
an origami box to hold
her last and only pair

And in the morning as they face
the stretch of road for home 
to unknown love and losses there 
they turn and gaze toward the east 
awaiting still 
spring’s warming breeze 
to rise with brilliant red once more
new light of wondrous dawn 


'karesansui' is a Japanese rock garden or 'dry landscape'.  Rocks are often washed.
'onigiri' is the emergency rice being distributed to survivors in Japan.
'Japonica' is a type of (short-grained) Japanese rice.

for Debbie Guzzie's contest, 'Tribute to Japan'

by ~Soulfire~ 


Details | Narrative | |

A Dark Man

         This piece is dedicated with love to J.E. Gauthier, Jr. Active addict and father. 
Only by the grace of God may he be saved from the error of his ways.

 For years a dark man walked through a seemingly revolving door
 Steadily leaving his wife and kids as he searched for something more
 Occasionally calling home every now and again
 In his voice they could hear the taint of black sin
 Back then life on the road meant drugs money and women far as the eye could see
 He said he'd never look back 'cuz he was born free
 Life grew emptier as he grew older
 The drugs grew heavier as his heart grew colder
 His four children left behind with no place to call home
 From day one they made it in this world alone
  For years a dark man walked through a seemingly revolving door
 Steadily leaving his wife and kids as he searched for something more
 Occasionally calling home every now and again
 In his voice they could hear the taint of black sin

 Every few years he'd arrive unannounced offering money and a hug
 All while using the garage to hide his drug
 His spitting image could smell his guilt a mile away
 She rolled her gloomy blue eyes in unison with every false word he had to say

 Today his girls are grown raising girls of thier own
 December came and went
 February turned to Lent
 On a stormy midnight he still turns to his blue eyed spitting image
 As the clouds clear she is again lost in the scrimmage

 She lies awake with a bottle of wine in hand
 On her mind weighs a dark man
 His ways make him lonely and lost
 Yet to her death she will fight for him at all costs

  For years a dark man walked through a seemingly revolving door
 Steadily leaving his wife and kids as he searched for something more
 Occasionally calling home every now and again
 In his voice they could hear the taint of black sin

Details | Free verse | |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail

Details | Couplet | |

Fill It With Him (Mid Swap)

There is no love, without our God; 
Search your heart and home it’s not hard ~
I cannot stay if He’s not there,
A sense of loss would fill the air. 

Fill this house with truer faith
Let, our hearts hope in Him always --
He‘ll heal spiritual beggars,
His glory abounds forever…

Search your heart and home it’s not hard ~
There is no love without our God.

Enter, for the kingdom is nigh,
Reach in and ask He’ll not deny.
There are blessings awaiting you,
Hope in Him, and He’ll see you through…

Open your heart, for it is home
Remember God is on the throne ~
When despair strikes – Give it to God, 
Search your heart and home it’s not hard ~

Adell Foster©2009 Adell1

Comments: Mid Swap: Created by Jenny Buzzard from England. This is a strict structure that 
repeats the first and last line as a center couplet. A syllable count of eight per line with 
rhyme scheme as follows:


Details | Quatrain | |

The Vietnam War

The pro-Hanoi Vietcong many years ago
In the 1950's Diem's government they'd overthrow
All opposition was crushed killed or jailed
These elected ones to their people they failed

This Buddhist country so religious in belief
Now politically torn apart, impending future grief
In the early 1960's with the CIA in place
Discussing with Vietnam's generals, Diem, assassinated in disgrace

With the Vietcong army, growing from strength to strength
Another communist foothold, going to any lengths
In 1965, with 3500 U.S. Marines in place
By December of that year, 200,000 in many a base

These U.S. Marines, in their defensive mode
Over the coming months, peace would soon erode
With the Tet Offensive upon us, and the "Battle of Hue"
The Americans were now involved, this bloody war now brews

One decision to end this conflict, came in 1969
Nixon sent 18 B-52s, bordering Soviet airspace line
He wanted to show he was capable, to end this bloody war
But as the months and years progressed, the body count would soar

The anti-war movement was gathering strength, also in 1969
But the "Green Beret Affair" started to undermine
A U.S. Army platoon raped and pillaged, the village of My Lai
Where civilians were massacred, and many left to die

In 1970-71, Cambodia incurred wars wrath
Where they and the country Laos, were in the U.S. bombing path
Also in 71, there was the cutting of the Ho Chi Minh trail
But arms and supplies got through, this mission to no avail

Later in the same year, the Anzac's withdrew their soldiers
The U.S. also reduced, many of theirs from Vietnam's borders
In 1973, Nixon declared the suspension of offensive action
The Paris Peace Accords took place, peace with this warring faction

Between the years 73 - 74 under Trà, the Vietcong grew in strength
There was no mass offensive, to lure the Americans to their trench
Gradually they marched to their target, to see their enemies eyes
To their city of Saigon, now over a million humans have died

The average age of the American to die in this bloody war
Was just nineteen years old, never knowing what they were fighting for
So many came home from this horror, leaving themselves behind
Because so many came home different, home with a different mind

Even to this day, many Americans look back and ask
Why their elected Congress, feed them to these tasks
The sad thing about Vietnam, it continues to this present day
Where governments make decisions, asking guns to hear their say

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Average Age 19

Once again, the powers that must
In rise again in what we trust
An overseas conflict, another war
Just what in the hell are we fighting for

Families are asking, Korea has just passed
Generations again reft, how long will it last
A country in need, to rebuild again
Flags at half mast, in wind and rain strain

Once again into war, sent by the Washington Post
To send back reports to hit home the most
Military observers were the first to be sent in
Another chapter of man entering existing sin

I'm witnessing our ariel power, Lam Son 719
US planners determine their incursion, saying all will be fine
Along the Mekong River, we'll carpet bomb their supply trail
Tons of munitions and napalm, this spread surely cannot fail

Many sorties are being flown, for the wounded and the dead
Whilst Nixon and his cronies, aren't thinking with their heads
The news of losses has reached me, nineteen have been killed
Eleven missing, fifty nine wounded, more American blood spilled

Seven fixed wing aircraft, more sons in action loss
Whilst back at home more protests, fading the dyeing's gloss
To to this job that I do, I was never prepared for this
To witness such bloody scenes, and ignore that life is bliss

How can I write about a soldier, whose name I'll never know
Killed at nineteen years old, his family he'll never see grow
Or even explain to his parents, when carried from the AH-1
His body bullet riddled and limp, when lifted it bloodily run

I never went back to the theatre, called the Vietnam War
Having witnessed the wanton killing, what were we fighting for
This colonial conflict that started, us on the side of France
So many came back as strangers, many to live in trance

James Fraser's entry into the contest " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "

Details | Rispetto | |

A Farmhouse Vale

Mist evolves down the hillside into the vale Where the farmhouses sit all put together There’s no sense of wind here, there’s no bit of gale Just one leery breeze that blends with the other The houses confine themselves within the shade And warmth flows there inside the chimneys conveyed Where some sides of the buildings glisten in light Sparkles with joy from now until the broad night It is early morning, fires are still aglow Burned all night with wood stored in the wicker trug Sparks, spitting out making a huge firework show A carefully placed guard to save the rag rug. Mam is stirring the porridge, a lovely sight Papa’s gone to the byre, check cows are alright Daybreak is here, the children need to awake Breakfast, then the long trek to school they must take Within the boundaries so warm and cozy The sights of any day of enlightenment No matter day or night the valley I see Complete, whole and surely full of contentment Around the kitchen table they had sat this night Mam with her sewing, Papa smiling at the sight Children asleep tucked up in their gossamer down In this idyllic place, the valley they call home A Collaboration between Russell Sivey and Seren Roberts

Details | I do not know? | |


Let me take you to Venice
passing through the canals
all the alleys and valleys
saying cheers,drinking wine 
whilst we dine,full moon  
lanternes lightning sweet Venice,
its the place for romance
our place, shall we dance?
home sweet home ,we're in Venice............
Let me take you to Paris,
lovers home were we roam
and we go up so high nearly 
touching the sky in chic Paris,
There we go on Eiffel Greatest tower,
holding hand,disney land an adventure
for hours,shall we dance once again?
im your girl,you're my man!
home sweet home,we're in Grand Paris............
Let me take you to London doing good 
shopping spree,London eye,more to see 
visiting Royalty Handsome William and Harry,
thats the day ,You will ask me to marry......
Whilst we pass London's bridge by  the ferry
Home sweet home London home.......
Shall we Marry?...................................
Let me take you to Greece,
where all legends  and myths
shape to life once again,
whilst the Gods bow their head
shall we wed then we sleep in our bed,
making love through the night in soft breeze,
i'm your girl,You're my man!
Home sweet home,we're in Greece............
Let me take you to Malta melite!
Rich history, flowered carpets n all  streets,
Mdina  lovers' den, charming gem silent city,
brown eyed men with a tan,girls so pretty!
and the sun shines so bright,many stars 
through the night,my sweet homeland delight,
happy faces what a site!Malta beauty sweet dreams,
showing you what life means,where safety matter most,
where people are not ghosts,where love flows as it glows,
through our seas,scented breeze,treasure  treats
temples , harbours,good food,all to please...and they please.......
Its the place where you're home ,feel at ease
whilst we dance ,the best dance of classic  LOVE romance
home sweet home,we're in land of the knights,
we're in MALTA--MELITE--EUROPE'S  PEARL off all times...
Malta Melite my Heart Beat.........till it dies..................


Details | Free verse | |


The ashtray sat upon a cherry wood side table.
She smoked in the house,
upsetting her coughing roommate.
Under the ash was a white button,
now smeared gray and black.
It fell off of her blouse in 1989,
the year her mother moved away.
Every time she lit a cigarette
she thought of her mother,
far away somewhere collecting
porcelain dolls with rosy cheeks.
Nothing fazed her,
not even the last hurricane 
that soaked the first floor.
The only thing she ever winced at,
was that old white button.

Details | I do not know? | |

Where Do I Go From Here

Where do I go from here     The money`s gone     So`s the wife     Need a reason to change my life      I walk the streets alone at night     Thinking out loud     What do I do to make it right     Fought the wars a thousand years     Too old too tired to care      Impossible now to believe in prayer     From one corner to the next     Like straying sheep I am led       Looking for a home     A place to lie my head     Can`t sing for money     Don`t know the beat     Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall       I live on the street      They pass me by     Never stopping to speak     Just stare and point       I am a sideshow freak     Don`t know the day     No watch to tell the time     Very few words do I say     Why am I here      What was my crime       Where`s the man in charge     Who do I see       I`ll fill out the form     That sets me free      No ticket for the bus     The train ran off the track   Click my heels 3 times     Show me the way back     I`m not alone     Thousands of others like me      The homeless armies     Not invisible     Open your eyes and see     Are you my savior     Any miracles left for me     Does God exist    If so      Show me for all to see Too cold here to be hell     No angels to open the gate     Walking the streets     Appears to be my fate     For most of my life     Full speed ahead     Nothing to fear    Could do no wrong    I saw the future all too clear    Only a fool knows all     A wise man opens his eyes to see     When the train stops     Where will he be    Never made plans for the future    Thought my world was in place    Saw the end of the rainbow    As plain as the nose on my face   A thousand times a day    I ask myself the question why    What sin did I commit   Who did I make cry    No answers to my pleas    Silent voices ringing in my ears   No relief for the weary   Been walking these streets for years   My angel of mercy   The cop on the beat   Closes his eyes   Allows me to sleep on the street   Darkness is my enemy   When I close my eyes to sleep Never know what the day will bring   Will I awaken from the deep   Nobody to share my covers   Alone too long to know   Afraid to ask the question   Are you friend or are you foe   Despair and lonliness   My two best friends   Breaks your heart And captures your soul   These two powerful emotions   Take their toll   Where do I go from here   I see the future all too clear Walking the streets alone at night   Obvious to me I`ve lost the fight

Details | Free verse | |

The Evolution of Learning (Part One)

It amazes me how much man has evolved
Yet, How little he has learned
All around the globe
Millions die of disease and starvation
While the ever so intelligent creature known as man
Spends millions upon millions of dollars every single day
Killing each other
Instead of finding cures for the ill or feeding starving children
Oh sure, we dabble in those efforts
But we are committed to killing each other
Governments all around the globe
Spend most of their money
On their armies
Either to defend or attack
Their enemies
Supposedly, the most intelligent creature on earth
The intellectual creature known as man
If I may go so far
Mans commitment to war and killing
Goes far beyond any one mans term in office
It goes far beyond any one mans lifetime
It goes far beyond any century or any one era
From beginning to end, top to bottom
East to west, north to south
Red, yellow, brown, black or white 
Our commitment to killing each other
Is undeniable
How can a species that is smart enough to split atoms 
Creating weapons that will kill millions
Still be stupid enough to do it?
And now I see on the science channel
That man has now devised the Platonic beam
A beam of light that just disintegrates the target in an instant
At what price you ask?
Well I don’t know but I reckon if we diverted that money
To say solar energy projects
They could probably put a solar energy system
On every home in the world for free
Thus solving the energy crisis
Not to mention food in the icebox and medicine in the cabinet
Because of course when you create such an amazing new weapon
You need an entire new type of ship to deploy it from
Thus is born the next generation of war birds
They jettison into space 
Then go into super afterburner (A jet engine minus oxygen)
Which they said would reach like 20,000 miles an hour
So you could shoot halfway around the world
Disintegrate your enemy
And be home in time for supper
I believe when speaking of politics
It’s not a National Crisis
It’s a Global Epidemic

Details | Ballad | |

The girl

See the girl living on the streets? does anyone know she is there,
Do you see that girl down in the dumps? and does anyone care.
We don't know the reason that she left her home and do any of us want to know?
She's out in all weathers without any covers in rain, hail and snow.
Does anyone wonder if she's ever lonely when we're all tucked up in our beds,
when she's wet and cold,  and we're warm and cosy does it ever enter our heads.
She might have been beaten when her home she left, she's sad and she's lonely and often bereft. 

Does anyone see me alone on the streets? trying to smile at all that I meet,
asking for pennies for a warm cup of tea, we're not all on drugs, at least not me.
I'm trying to avoid going down that road I try to remember the things I've been told.
Stories of people lying in the gutter, and people passing by all of a mutter.
Do they care, what they see there? I suppose they think it's everywhere !
But I would like to say to all of you . I don't take drugs, I'm one of the few.
So to all of you sat home by your fires, spare a thought for me,
when you pass me by tomorrow, I'd love a cup of tea.

Details | Dramatic monologue | |


The comforts of home are but myth of man,
I’ve breeched its illusions, ciphered its plan
to weaken defenses with a comfortable bed
where even the hardened soften their heads.
Walls were made to keep, tame or hide
with airless rooms that only shelve pride
while behind steel doors lovers whisper  lies
that imprison hearts or part startled thighs.
Beware: the hearth, chair and candle wick,
The pane too thin, the light too thick,
The mine-mine things buried behind locks,
The curse of civility, the dominion of clocks.
Why envy the lifeless world of humanity,
All those days without a breath of brevity?
Dreamers, schemers, weepers, redeemers,
Assumers, mummers, performers and reformers
The roles they play whether they be rich or poor,
Those who have enough insist they need more,
they chant charity and the sweet reign of love,
Then ignore the downtrodden from seats above.
Whether they live in a manor or a rickety shack,
People hope roofs will screen what they lack
And what they don't understand they simply ban,
Aye, the comforts of home are but myth of man.

The freedom of woods is the myth of troll,
Thorns pierce the mind or splinter the soul,
The forest has eyes that see far too much,
A longing for company, a craving for touch,
Roots shackle ankles, branches snag arms
and though hemlock offers its distilled charms,
its taste is as  bitter as the bracken I drink,
as cold as the mire where we banished slink,
as dark as the hare’s cry when it is snared,
as deep as a night that was meant to be shared.
Only the outcast knows the moon’s wily trap
of revealing anguish or that starlight can wrap
its hands around necks and silently choke
those freshly wounded, spirits  long broke.
Rank sorrow thrives when denied joyful song,
and rage’s bars keep us where we belong.
Whether gremlin or ogre, Bogle or gnome, 
All want to escape the embrace of wet loam,
Confinement is found in the whisper of fog,
It rots every dream and shadows the bog,
The path that is trod curves with a curse 
Despair keeps us here with its hold perverse, 
Loneliness binds and no hermit is whole,
Aye, the freedom of woods is the myth of troll. 

For Tracie's Fantasy Contest
Character chosen: Lynx, an outcast half man/half troll who dwells in the forest of thorns

Details | Ottava rima | |

Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home

The time I spend with you are golden hours,		
Each day from work to meet your poppy kiss.		
Crystal vases full of fragrant flowers,				
That smell of fresh baked bread just brings me bliss.	
Here we both share the love that we call ours,		
From strength to strength as we all fear dismiss,
whilst fun and laughter reign under our dome,		
Nothing beats the feeling of home sweet home.	


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In a beautiful green valley 
Where wild flowers grow 
Comes the first blanketing of winter's snow 
The clouds up above float luxuriously by 
As I lay and stare at the wonderous sky 
I can hear the wind whisper thru the trees 
And smell the crisp air in the gentle breeze
I can not touch or feel
The feeling is slightly surreal 
I cast my eyes down 
To see what lays ahead
It is then that I realize that I am dead

My body is draped in a long black dress
My skin is absolutely colourless
It's a frightening feeling I must confess 
I can hear the priest saying a few kind words 
And in the background the beautiful harmony of birds 
Sniffles and sobs reach my ears 
I guess I didn't make it to my golden years
My eyes survey the group gathered round 
A tear in the eye of each could be found 
It is then that I see my only boy 
And my love for him shines with so much joy 
Suddenly a sadness fills me where once I was glad 
As I realize I will never again kiss that sweet lad 

He's saying goodbye 
And I must too 
I just don't know if I have the strength to do 
A soft voice calls to me from above 
"Come home my child", it says with love 
"Come home and be free, Come and live with me"
I yearn to drift into that heavenly grace 
But I can't bear the look on my child's lonely face
I drift just a little above 
And turn to look back with sadness and love

Be good my son, be happy and carefree
Don't cry or remain sad, think of me and be glad
I will be waiting for you at heaven's gate 
There I will sit and patiently wait
And when your work here is done 
I will welcome you home
Then you and I will never be alone
I know that he can't hear the words in my head
For I know I am really and truly dead
A gentle hand touches my arm 
I know that it is time to go
And so I walk toward the heavenly glow 
Leaving no footprints in the brand new snow

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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 

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...


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

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Dark Angel

A dark fog rolls into the bay
At the time the child becomes a run away
Another vagabond for this world
He ran away
To leave behind everything he knows
Leaving his feelings in a broken home
And he is left out in the cold
With no body to hold
And fades away

Dark Angel
Take this broken soul away
And give him a home
Give him a home
Give him a home in hell to stay
Dark Angel
Claim this tortured soul tonight
And give him sanctuary

And the child now alone and helpless
His face is dirty and scarred for life
But he soldiers on, relying solely on his will
He jumps at shadows
And he hides his face from the light
As he tries to disappear
And he never shed a tear
Knowing by the day that you drew nearer
But still his mind stayed the same, his body warmed by the flames

Dark Angel
Take this hurting soul away
And give him a home
Give him a home
Give him a home in hell to stay
Dark Angel
Claim this tortured soul tonight
And give him sanctuary

And we stand tall
And our gaze never falters
On this mountain
We raise our flag in defiance
And now we cry

Dark Angel
Take this tortured soul away
And give him a home
Give him a home
Give him a home in hell to stay
Dark Angel
Claim this broken life tonight
And give him sanctuary
Give him sanctuary from his life today

Now he can fall asleep
And leave it all behind
Sleeping in the falling rain
Melting away with the rain
Dark Angel
Will you take this life away?
Please give him sanctuary
Give him sanctuary in the coming flames

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For them

For them.

To her the word love refers to a boy.
Something she yearns for and misses dearly.

The day they met was cold and fraught with January chill.

“Oh, that does seem so long ago.”

That is the untarnished memory she replays over and over again when events in her life go array.
Back then it was tangible and real, their lives together had not been succumb to so much misery and woe.

They have triumphed, failed, and even caused each other more pain than can be imagined; But through it all they always walked the path together, holding each others hand.

She loves him unconditionally and for that some people cant understand but love needs no excuses, certainly not for them.

She adores him for working so hard, slaving to the man trying to base a future and a plan for them, but she feels guilty that  their small American dream over the years has always led down a dead end.
With today’s hard times she knows they are not to blame, but still her idol hands carry burden with them.

A plot of land, a small farm, and a home to call their own so they may grow old.
that’s all the pair desire.

He loves her to, a thought that at times is unfathomable.
He admires her dreams, even if they are bigger than the world and never distills fear in her that they wont one day come true. She thinks ill rationally and believes in things as a child would, but this merely makes him smile at her spontaneous outlook.

To him she is like a wild bee, searching ferociously for something.
At times he doesn’t think she will ever find it, that’s why its so hard to see her cry.

Life hasn’t been fair for them.
It’s a tragic book that just keeps reading on.

But they muscle through living on their dream and knowing that as long as they have each other, everything will be alright.

And as they drive home to their house with no walls, catching glimpses of each other in their ratty car they don’t feel so alone.

Behind those blue eyes, she will be forever nineteen to him and to her, as she gazes into his brown large pupils; the boy she knows has grown into a man and at that moment they know, one day all the sacrifices they have made will pay off.

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Nobody Knew

Nobody knows the pain she hides,
No one cares to look inside.
This little girl that’s only nine,
Has to fight to stay alive.

Her mom’s an alcoholic,
And her daddy does drugs.
She gets beaten and bruised,
Instead of kisses and hugs.

Nobody hears the little girl’s cries,
Nobody notices her wet swelled eyes.
When her mommy is drunk and her daddy is high,
So she doesn’t get beaten, she has to hide.

She’s sick of the pain,
That she suffers from every night.
She’s sick of getting punished,
For her mom and dad’s fights.

So, she went downstairs and grabbed a rope,
And hung it way up high.
She stood on a chair and put her head through the noose,
And jumped and hung there to die.

Her mom came home drunk that night,
Her daddy came home high.
To find her hanging by the rope,
To find out she had committed suicide.

Nobody knew the pain she hid,
Nobody cared to look inside.
The little girl that had wet swelled eyes,
Committed suicide and no longer has to fight to stay alive.

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More Than

He stood along his grave and tears began to flow
Why Dear God did You not take me, he was so young, You know
He had a future full of dreams, and now his life is done
He was more than just a casualty, he was my only son
A woman knelt down to pray and stared sadly at the floor
My husband won't be coming home from this never ending war
Oh God please help me carry on, now that he has died
He was more than a statistic, he was my life she cried
A child asks his mother, where did my daddy go
When will he be home again because I miss him so
The mother holding back her tears, says in time you'll understand
He was more than just another soldier killed in a foreign land
Thousands have died in this unjust war
As our politicians leave their mark
They are more than just a list of names 
On a monument in the park.

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Acts of Faith

Each day begins as an act of faith.
We cross our thresholds and expect
That no cruel twist of fate
Will stay us from returning.

But the twists await us in their careless abundance,
And well we know, in our hearts, that one day
There'll be no more coming home again.

For many it goes this way with love.
Love parts, returns, then parts again
Through all the shifts and flux of living,
Oftentimes traveling a little farther out,
Returning a little later
With every passing day, until one day, almost unnoticed
It comes not home at all.

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Innocence of a Child

Why did you hit Mommy?

You can't punish me,
You're not my daddy!

You say not to hit,
But your actions declare you a hypocrite.

You push Mommy down,
But you say not to tell unless I say she fell.

I try my darnedest to be good,
But you say I'm not action like I should.

You hurt my feelings,
But you say you're just teaching me something with meaning.

You come home with more than just Mommy,
But you say I saw nothing

The night you came home drunk,
You know the night you shot Mommy with a shotgun . . . 
The night you left her beaten, bruised, scarred,
Bleeding on the ground. . . 
The night she went to sleep and never woke up

That night I was left alone,
Nowhere to go.

Why did you do it
When you said you loved Mommy?

Why did you leave me stranded 
When you said you cared about me?

Because of you
I am left here to die
Beside this dumpster where you told me to lye.

I've been waiting here like you said,
For days,
But you r face I have not seen

You have let me down, Mister,
But that is nothing new.

You always told me to be a good child,
So I will.
With what's left of me, 
I will wait,
Calling your name . . . 

Mister . . . ?
Mister . . . ?

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My Dreams

My dreams are not
what I thought they would be.
When I was fifteen,
and thinking of me.
"Twenty years from now..."
the thought ran through my mind.
"I'll be beautiful and smart.
Happy and kind."
"I'll be a stay at home mom,
with my high school sweetheart by my side.
He'll work nine to five, 
we'll have nothing to hide."
But the years they change us.
And life gets hard.
You fall out of love.
And your heart gets barred.
You raise your kids.
Alone and depressed.
You work too hard.
Never getting any rest.
And then one day
you find someone new.
And your dreams,
they change.
And your attitude too.
Twenty years later,
I'm a stay at home mom.
My high school sweetheart
is long, long gone.
I am beautiful and smart.
Happy and kind. 
Who knew it would take
twenty years to find
this wonderful man,
here by my side?
And him and I,
we have nothing to hide.
My dreams are not 
what I thought they would be.
When I was fifteen,
and thinking of me.

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War Heroes

We send our boys and girls of to Fight,                                                                             
In a distant country where they have no Rights.                                                               
We fight for thier freedom and a better way of Life,
So thier kids can grow up without fears of having to Fight. 
 Most will come back home , there is no Doubt, 
But some may not,thats what war is About.
  Some return to a normal Life  , 
but for others it seems they are still in a Fight  .
To see the needless slaugther of women and Children  ,
Leaves a scar on thier minds that will always Linger. 
They are told ,that only time  will make it go Away, 
 but for most im afraid its there to Stay.  
 So for our boys and girls we send of to Fight,  
We pray to God to watch over thier Life.   
 Bring them back home safe and Unharmed,  
To thier loved ones waiting with open Arms .

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One self

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Family Grief Family Happiness

   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. 
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    

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I'm Going Home


Lord thank you for this life,
As I have lived a full life,
It was not always as I would have like,
But I lived it to the best of what I could,
I’m going home; Home to the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
I have been a long weary believer, 
As I’ve been away to long,
I now know what I’ve been searching for, 
As He's been there in me all along,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
I have been and seen lots of places in life’s journey,
Now I yearn for familiar faces in familiar places,
I hear familiar voices calling me to come home, 
I see familiar faces looking at me,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
My time is near, the hour I know not,
I see Jesus' face across the Heaven’s,
I hear His soft sweet voice calling me home,
 I can’t wait for my real life to begin,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me.

By; Rev. Samuel and Esta Mack, OMS
Copyright 2011


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The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...

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The Speed of Life

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Artist

The Artist

Once described as an intense artist
He now sits comfortably
Patiently being interviewed 
By a reporter
Half his age
He begins
When I was a younger
I would come home from school
To an empty apartment
To keep myself occupied 
Until my mother came home 
I would spend hours 
Drawing random sketches 
And imaginary shapes in a notebook
That I kept hidden behind a couch
My mind was full of images
I was young
I was vulnerable
It wasn’t until
I got much older
That I decided to study art.

Speaking softly, he continues
People respect art and imagination
But recognition for an artist has a life of its own 
An artist must push himself to do 
What he hasn’t done before
But art is complicated 
What often comes with it 
Is all extraneous stuff
Which you try to control 
Before it consumes you.

The interview
And the questions ended hours ago
Returning home
The artist gazes out his bedroom window
The Greek Orthodox   
Dome of St. George 
Maintains a stoic vigil
Over the East Village
Facing upward
Toward the dusky sky
Light from an open window 
Highlights his forehead
Drifting down to his lips
Gradually disappearing
Near his open collar
Only to resurface
In the middle of his shirt
Hands, calloused and strong,
Are down by his side
The left touching his thigh
The right hand dangling in freedom
Deep lines furrow his face
Shadows under his eyes
Mark a life spent
Perfecting his craft.

In the silence
He takes a deep breathe
That the Roman in his heart  
Always unwavering
Prideful and defiant
Never surrendered
A day of his life.

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young American days

                   To be in a young America ~
           visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
               the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
             in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
      celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July 
             thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen 
                films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
        Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
       The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain

             exciting new visions of creating new concepts 
                 before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
           songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
               surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see  

          The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
             every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood 
         American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
            Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
         The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
             Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
        When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom 
             How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?

             When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles 
                 Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream 
             leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
                cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time 

                      Cereal being a cheap snack for after school 
                         school supplies costing twenty dollars 
                      Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty 
                   before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~

                         2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp 
                Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
        a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question 
         The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice 

               Never forgetting our Motor city  
                 Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
                  The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye 

                     What happened to us ?  Where did America Go ? 



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God created hands for building things. Sometimes before you build something, you must first destroy something else.

Wildfires are never supposed to be put out. Their sole purpose is to burn the entire forest to the ground, transform living things to fertilizer, making room and preparing the soil for new growth.
It is almost paradoxical, 
that there must be death before birth

My hands have stared the grim reaper’s reflection inside the pool of my best friends blood. An old student I used to tutor told me that I am the best brother she could have asked for
She said she will always love me
This was after I burned every bridge that traversed the gaps between us
Stared at her from across her desk
Told her that she will never be my sister. That our bloodlines will never match.
Our gene pools are just strangers that made the same wrong turn.
I spent so much time trying to find my way back that I never realized I was home in being lost I found something comfortable, without expectations. I only corrected myself after she spoke,
because I heard something familiar in her voice.
She sounded like family.

I have the scarred and wrinkled hands of a senior citizen
I’m only 22 years old
I once got my palm read
This gypsy woman told me that my lifeline should have been cut short when I hit 17.
That was a year ago.
What do gypsies know anyway
I have defied the odds my entire life.
Been broke down and built back up too many times to count
My fingernails chewed raw to the cuticle out of anxiety
I enjoy the taste of my own pain
Sometimes I use my own hands to destroy myself just to see who my real friends are who will build me back up when I can’t do it alone

My hands have a desire to learn how to cook, but I’m not that great.
So when I am alone,
I tend to be hungry, not just for food though.
I starve for someone to talk to
It never satiates, because it’s not you.
I know what it tastes like to completely give myself to someone.
My biggest fear is being abandoned.
When I look into your eyes, I am not afraid.
I need to cook you up a feast of myself, then feed it to you every day for the rest of our lives
Please tell me what I really taste like,
Be honest.

Years after my grandfather passed away, my grandmother moved into my aunt’s house.
Since I was 5, every time I speak to her she asks me:
“Spenser, did you thank God for waking you up today?”
I think to myself, I never did tell my eyes to open themselves. It just happened.
So I don’t know how to respond to her correctly.
I tell her that I love her, that I am writing a lot.
She tells me that she puts her hands together for me every night
Prays that I will get the job I want
I guess some prayers do get answered.
Sometimes two hands in the right position, matched with a conversation with God,
Can change things.
I even accidentally call that place home sometimes.

My dream is that my hands evolve into wolves, become part of a pack and work together with other hands to make a difference
Some days they will be the alpha male.
Full of confidence, at the head of the pack
Other days I need someone to show me the right way to go
Because if I’ve learned anything
It’s that I am not always right
I can not always be in control of everything
The only thing I have ever really wanted is to know
That my hands were truly
A part of something.

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Trip on, Trip up

Walk before you speak.
Lend your voice that seek.
Foot forward and back.
So will that be a fact.
Gone by and be well.
Trip up and put into a cell.
Got no one to talk to.
I want a phone call to sue.
When I wake from my slumber.
I wish not to be hit by lumber.
Going to become a dreamer.
I hope that I do not become a screamer.
I got new shoes.
With colorful strings that are loose.
I am slow on tying them.
I feel they are harder than stem.
String are not new.
They smell pew.
I walk once again to journey.
That means I need some money.
Trip up again with meaningless acts.
Walking with out trust that lacks.
Shamefulness I speak.
I go behind a tree to leak.
I have no home set in stone.
Wheeling and dealing always alone.
Since I was a child that was left on the street.
I became a street beat.
Strolling with confidence to day.
Making my way.
Some law men stop me.
I was so out of it that they can see.
They thought I was on drugs.
I was really itching bugs.
Stumbling because I have not eaten.
So they grab me and I got beaten.
They finally found me innocent.
So I told them to get bent.
I was a good citizen with high hopes.
The society today thinks I am on dopes.
Can I be help with no pain.
Will they put me some were I will gain.
So I was put into a helpful place.
I was then able to eat and say grace.
Some crazy person came in and started shooting. 
So people ran and started looting.
Cannot get away from bad luck.
Sure enough I feel so stuck.
Knowing that I was fleeing.
I became worth not seeing.
I lay there my time just feeling has pass.
Losing my mind and running out of gas.
Finally I hear a person the sound sounds so weak.
A life time that I wanted to seek.
Found myself in a bed.
Down to nothing I was shed.
A person with white clothes that said your in luck.
You survived and now you owe some buck.
So sad not really glad.
Bad thing was the kid that was shooting was my lad.
Time really passes I just want to walk.
To see my kid to talk.
Why did he do what he did.
Dad he said I was starving and I am a kid.
So I have turn to a life time of crime.
Dad do not give me your time.
Because when we talked long ago.
You just left home with all the doe.
Hope you have a good life.
Because mom had been a good wife.
Now it is your turn.
So you can walk into the fire and burn.
With out a doubt you will walk away.
Trip on and Trip up and you will never pay.
Now dad keep your love.
Because I seek my mother above.
You will be chain.
Down you go insane.

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Free as the wind Ode to native American Indians

Oh how I wish
I could set free
the native American Indian
with pride and dignity
taking them back
across the great open plains
to their sacred home
in the lush green vallies
where buffalo are plentiful
and roam
so the Indians can live in peace
one with nature once more
where the eagles soar
setting them free as the wind
wild untameable as a magnificent stallion
running toward the setting sun.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.

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Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace

Details | I do not know? | |

The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.

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I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.

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Music in My Home

Made in my house
Your emotions breathe in
No concerns as they fly away

©Holly P. Moore
  November 2012

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To Shakespeare I give all due respect,
But the world must be a huge theater I suspect.
Woman’s the major player if not the star,
For she influences all with love from afar.
The main acts of her drama as one envisions,
Occur for my audience in seven divisions. 

First the helpless infant in her nurse’s arm,
Fresh from God’s hands smiling and warm.
Yet guiltless and untouched by worldly strife,
She is but a stranger to sin in this dawn of life.
In her pink crib she looks cute and pure,
With a smile on her lips so modestly demure.

Next as a tender young girl of school age,
With pigtails and grace she enters the stage.
An innocent young girl loving dolls and toys,
She has no taste for bruises, math or boys.
Her voice is like music whenever she speaks,
Explaining with emotion the desire she seeks.

In the sweet summer age she becomes a blossom,
And weathers the waves in the role of stardom.
Now she’s a young lady with a pure, creative mind,
Nursing dreams of a life moral and refined.
When put into the orbit of heart-consuming men,
Overcoming dying hope, her world she has to win.

As a wife she makes her home a true nirvana,
 Winning from the man she loves her merited honor.
 She is in hard times his source of consolation,
And in times of pleasure his joy and elation.
As a lover and a mate she continues to perform,
Keeping house and home through every storm.

Now for the most blessed age of female life,
She assumes the role of mother as well as wife.
Like God's miracle, the first is released with a hurl,
Then with tears and a scream from womb to world.
Before long baby laughs aloud and pleads for caress,
And mother love with playful smile grants the request.

Next the vestiges of youth appear a distant dream,
And spring's lovely buds now attest to her final esteem,
As she enters her mournful stage of the widow's woe,
Her glance upon her children falls as her eyes overflow.
She has lost all her young heart once fondly enjoyed,
And in the business of change of life she's fully employed.     

 With the final division, youth is now a faded flower,
 And she can bask in the coolness of the evening hour.
 As she enjoys the reflection of her progeny having fun,
 She is reminded that maternal pleasures are not yet done.
 She continues to impart knowledge necessary to sustain,
 As she guides their hopes to reach for the heavenly domain.

Details | Villanelle | |

Take Me Home

Take me home, oh take me home to stay
To a weary heart some comfort bring
Let me rest , I long for yesterday...

Years have past , the sky is turning gray
For me soon the bells of death will ring
Take me home, oh take me home to stay...

In my youth's folly I went away
Now to the past my thoughts do cling
Let me rest, I long for yesterday...

I thought to conquer the world one day
But instead I felt the serpent's sting
Take me home, oh take me home to stay...

Just let me smell life's old bouquet
And remember old songs  to sing
Let me rest, I long for yesterday...

I see the light of home so far away
And the thrush upon its silent wing
Take me home, oh take me home to stay
Let me rest, I long for yesterday.

Details | I do not know? | |

A Story My Mother Told Me

someone always told me this with tears in her eyes...

(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)

a wife left South Africa in the 1960’s to join her husband 
who was in exile at the time...

in 1970 the husband was sent by the African National Congress to India to be its representative there...

the husband and wife spent two years in Bombay...

one afternoon the husband fell and broke his leg...

the wife knocked on their neighbour’s door, in an apartment complex in Bombay

the neighbour was an old Punjabi lady...

the wife asked the neighbour for a doctor to see to the injured husband...

a Parsi ‘Bone-Setter’ was promptly summoned...

the husband still recalls his anxiety of seeing ‘Bone-Setter’ written on the Parsi gentleman’s bag...

by the way, the ‘Bone-Setter’ worked his ancient craft and surprisingly for the husband, his broken leg healed quite soon...

but still on that day, while the ‘Bone-Setter’ was seeing to the husband...

the wife and the old Punjabi lady from next door got to talking about this and that and where these new Indian-looking wife and husband were from as their accents were clearly not local...

the wife told the elderly Punjabi lady that the husband worked for the African National Congress of South Africa and had left to serve the ANC from exile...

and that they had left their two children behind in South Africa and that they were now essentially political refugees...

the Punjabi lady broke down and wept uncontrollably...

she told the foreign woman that she too had had to leave her home in Lahore in 1947 and flee to India with only the clothes on her back when the partition of the subcontinent took place and Pakistan was formed and at a time when Hindus from Pakistan fled to India and vice versa...

the Punjabi lady then asked the foreign woman her name...

‘Zubeida’, but you can call me ‘Zubie’...

the Punjabi woman hugged Zubie some more, and the two women, seperated by age and geography, wept, sharing a shared pain...

the Punjabi woman told Zubie that she was her ‘sister’ from that day on, and that she felt that pain of exile and forced migration and what being a refugee felt like...

Zubie and her husband Mosie became the closest of friends with the Hindu Punjabi neighbours who were kicked out of Pakistan by Muslims...

then came the time for Mosie and Zubie to leave for Delhi where the African National Congress office was based...

the elderly Punjabi lady and Mosie and Zubie said their goodbyes...

a year or two later, the elderly Punjabi lady’s daughter Lata married Ravi Sethi and the couple moved to Delhi...

the elderly Punjabi lady called Zubie and told her that her daughter was coming to Delhi to live and that she had told Lata, her daughter that she had a ‘sister’ in Delhi...

Lata and Ravi Sethi then moved to Delhi...

This was in the mid-1970’s...

Lata and Zubie became the closest of friends and that bond stayed true, and stays true till today, though Zubie is no more, and the elderly Punjabi lady is no more...

the son and the husband still have a bond with Lata and Ravi Sethi...

a bond that was forged between Hindu and Muslim and between two continents across the barriers of creed and time...

a bond strong and resilient, forged by the pain and trauma of a shared experience...

and that is why, and I shall never stop believing this, that hope shines still, for with all the talk of this and of that, and of that and of this, there will always be a simple woman, somewhere, anywhere, who would take the ‘other’ in as a sister, a fellow human...

and that is why there will always be hope...
hope in the midst of this and of that and of that and of this...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)

Details | Sestina | |

The Little Prince of Our House

Our excitement to have you in our life
That you deserve a regal retreat inside our house
This once dark room spruced up with chic bedroom

With soaring peaked ceiling overlooking your bedroom
The wall with trompe l’oeil effect that’s how you furbished our life
Fixed window overlooking vast vistas of the modern house

Dark mahogany furniture lined up inside the house
A forest-green bed crown to lay down on your bedroom
In vibrant hues, you have transformed our life

How blessed our life that within our house, we built a bedroom for our little prince

February 15, 2013

Details | Narrative | |

In Pleasure

In Pleasure          
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears

White suit, top hat, pride feeling higher than spectacular 
The ugly duckling has opened a new chapter
Revealing transformation that’s becoming a true sensation
Buried in his inaugural feelings of gold treatment
There’s always a silver lining after the disaster
Every battle, each day 
Sanity is mastered
Life tries to defeat us, expiration tries to meets us
But tonight he’s on top of the world
He’s on top of Thee
He’s on top of a feathered fame beak 
This is one hell of a duckling I must proclaim.
Our love floats in current 
Through the City of Jacks
You’re the only Queen of my deck 
As we coast along these sparkling waters splashing our tails
The momentum of the St. Johns River flows to a love hotel
Vapors of our spirits arises above
Elevating beyond the skies
There’s no limit tonight 
As my mind is blown on cloud nine 
With love and happiness is in the atmosphere
Scrolling the screams of these peaceful waters 
With mean swagger
This night is unbelievable 
Unbelievable is this; unbelievable I won’t miss
I was once viewed as a total tragedy, with no immunity from havoc
Or grievance
Frowned upon by my community as a under achiever
As if I was an oil spill disaster 
With no relief at hand, 
But to tonight I clean up well with Dawn
The river flows peacefully after the storm deforms
Accompanied by grace, I’m accompanied by love
Accompanying my side 
Is a woman of grace.
As we keep our heads above these judgmental waters in Florida
The rivers will flow to Fingers Point
At the end of this place called home sweet home tonight
I’m just a kiss away 
From the Full Moonlight.

Details | Ballad | |


One of the happiest days,
Is  bringing our soldiers home alive,
To where they can be seen,
By their families once again,
To show them we love them,
And care about them,
In the ways we should,
Cause they gave up their time,
And their lives for this country,
For our freedoms we often take for granted,
To protect us from the domestic evils of today,
Whether we see them or not,
We should praise them all,
For all that they have done,
Including those who have fallen,
And can Not walk back through the gates of home,
For they have fallen and given more for this country,
And sacrificed more than we pay attention too,
To save us all for our freedoms,
Which our country will often forget,
With time the fallen one's,
Because we often pay attention to those,
Who are here in front of us and can fight,
One day at a time,
Which is the wrong way to be,
Cause all soldiers are made the same,
And should never be forgotten in anyway,
Day after day cause we have what we have,
To remind us all of all who have sacrificed their lives,
For the freedoms we have to keep us safe,
Each and everyday!

Details | Narrative | |

Teaching an Old Dog

All I remember is going into the garage to get the snow shovel.
I am not even sure how much of the driveway I managed to shovel.  Apparently, I was lying in the snow for several hours before one of the neighbors noticed me.

The next thing I remember is waking up from a deep sleep to the sounds of beeping machines with tubes and wires stuck into and on my body.

As I slowly regained consciousness and my eyes were able to focus, I was aware of a young, bald child looking down on me.

“Hi,” said the smiling, angelic face.  Given the child’s age and complete baldness, I could not tell whether they were a boy or a girl.  And, with the tube inserted in my throat and taped to my mouth, I was in no position to return their salutation.

I tried to remember who this child might be and why they were here with me.  I guess my eyes displayed my confusion as the child said, “I'm Elizabeth.  They let me walk around the hospital a little.  Sometimes I sneak out of the oncology wing and look for people who have no visitors.  I like to make sure someone is there when they wake up.  I know I always like to see someone when I wake up from my operations.”

She just stood above me smiling.  I then noticed she was holding my hand.

“Sometimes it is hard for family members or friends to come visit.  Some people just really don’t like hospitals.  And, I guess”, she said, “not everybody has someone that close to them.  So, I like to become their visitor for them.  I hope you don’t mind.”

I didn’t mind.  Although it did make me embarrassed to realize that I fit in the latter category; I didn’t have anybody that close to me.

She just smiled at me and petted my hand as the medications worked their magic on me and I started to drift back off to sleep.  I heard a nurse come into the room and say, “There you are, Honey.  You need to get back to your room now and leave this nice man be.”

The next time I regained consciousness, I noticed a hand drawn picture of a house with a Christmas tree out front with a note that said, “I hope you get home before Christmas” and was signed by Elizabeth.

Each new day, I was welcomed by another drawing of Christmas scenes; smiling faces; reindeer; and, starry skies.  All containing a happy note and all signed, ”Love, Elizabeth”.

After ten days of recovery and following the insertion of two stents into my heart, I was well enough to return to my empty home.  On my way out of the hospital, I stopped by the Oncology Wing to say good-bye and thank you to Elizabeth.  When I asked the nurse at the floor station where I could find Elizabeth, she replied, “Oh I'm sorry, Elizabeth is no longer with us.”

I then said, “Well can you tell me her home address or phone number, I would really like to thank her for visiting me in my hospital room this past week.”

The look on the nurse’s face indicated that I misunderstood what she had meant.  Elizabeth was no longer with us.

Sadly, I started walking towards the exit.

Just before I got to the elevator, I noticed an open door with a man lying on his bed, with tubes in his nose and throat and nobody else in the room with him.  I went into his room and sat in the empty chair.

When he opened his eyes two hours later, I said, “Hi, I'm Joe.  I noticed there was nobody here when you were brought back from your operation and I know how nice it is to see a smiling face when you wake up, so I thought I would sit here with you for a while.  I hope you don’t mind.”

He squeezed my hand; gave a slight smile; and, slowly drifted off back to sleep.

Details | Monoku | |


One more alien... an extra terrestrial. Bloody foreigners.

Details | Couplet | |

A Castle for the Mouse

Once there was a mouse that envied the castle on the hill.
It looked way more glorious than the hovel he lived in.
Every day he dreamed of what life there could truly be.
Dreams of wondrous food, plus beautiful rooms only his mind could see.
Sights from the windows each day, would deeply stir his very soul.
There would be glorious kingly meals, only a great chef could bestow.
There would be a fancy, cozy bed in a room with beauty all around.
But venturing up the hill… that is not even remotely what he found.

All the windows were too high with nothing near to climb upon.
And clouds were always obscuring any view that might be found. 
The family was too old with no children to drop crumbs upon the ground.
The furniture was ancient wood with nowhere comfy to hide from their hound.
The spaces were damp and drafty wherein he found to make his bed.
Nothing was anything like what he always dreamed it would be, in his head.
So he finally scurried back to the cottage, that home he’d always deplored.
Strange, the little cottage seemed to shine, and wasn’t a hovel any more.
While he’d been gone it seemed they had missed… giving him his nightly desire.
And they had got together to build a little castle just for him, set by the fire.
Then each night they had left a beloved, yummy piece of popcorn, solely for his lair.
He had been a loved little pampered pet, nothing better could be found elsewhere.

The moral to this story is dreams are only dreams that may not come true.
No matter how green somewhere else seems, always give a warm comfy home it’s due. 
Remember it’s a home filled with loving hearts… and not other things… 
That will make it… The Perfect Fit for you.

Bestiary: Type of Medieval poetry

Details | Ode | |

The last drop of love

As I picked up the glass
I felt its weight
I felt its coolness
Its perfect smoothness
So where does gravity find a grip? 

As I sipped the wine
I tasted aromas deep
I tasted the sun on rounded grapes
Grown in distant, romantic landscapes
So how did the taste get to travel?

As I saw the light reflected red
I saw the rings of colour
I saw the glow, I saw the faded pallor
In the edges of the light
So why did the light leave no mark? 

And as I turned to weightlessness
And became a deathly stench
I turned into eternal light
My hand being firmly clenched
So why are You taking me home? 

Details | Limerick | |


I had a great job
I had a pretty girl
I was moving up 
Slowly in this world

Had a good position
In the factory
And was working 
For a very good salary

Then comes the war
And things got tough
They close the factory
And at home it got rough

I thought that her love
Was my umbrella 
And when there’s bad weather 
In her arms I would shelter

And umbrella can do a lot
When you are in the rain
It can keep you dry
Until the sun comes out again

For me it seems like hard times
Had just began to pour 
And my pretty umbrella 
Had holes I never seen before

The fancy dinners we had
Now become burger king
And I guess she never love me
Just the gifts I would bring

And I brought home a pizza
And she didn’t take a slice
And when I try to hug her
Her arms were cold as ice

One day she went out
And she never came back
And when I look in the closet
She took every last rack

But what can I do
Sure I’m not the only one
Who lost their job?
And their woman was gone

Always know I had an umbrella
Now I don’t know what to say
When comes the rain
She just up an flew away

But I know the time will change
And so will the weather
And one day there will be some one
Who wants me to be their umbrella?

Details | Free verse | |

A Sad Man

He is a sad man, badly flawed, but hardworking
He believes he is beyond reproach, just like many proud men do 
That face does not crack a smile; a sign of 'weakness' it is to him
His poor children starve for the affection of a busy and distant Father
But by now, they've learned to keep warm hugs only for Mother

With the mindset that he was the spindle of his fine home and firm
Delegation of tasks came easy, and was delivered with shouts and expleties 
Like a dark cloud he'd hover over his staff as they worked
And with no qualms, he'd claim credit for successes
And no one would stand up to him; no one ever dared

Most important in his life was work; he had no genuine friend
His warped mind assured him that no one was his equal in anyway
At home, he planned the weekly meals and dictated where they'd shop
And when a drink at dinner was accidentally spilled
Unforgiveness ruled the home for days 

Toys seized as punishment were never to be seen again
Whether a favorite doll or game, it mattered not; sobs wouldn't break his heart
Clueless was he that in the hours he was away 
His submissive family and servants come alive
And during times when he was at home, it had the feel of a tomb

One Friday night he delayed the staff by working extra late
Then when he called down for his car only to find the driver asleep
His rage overtook his senses and he threw the driver out!
In that instant he sat in the driver's seat hurling insults out loud 
In blinding rain, and fuming with anger, he took the exit ramp at high speed

He never saw the old, blown-out tire coming at him just ahead 
Fate that night made a devastating decision... it was taking back control
In his bedroom today, he lies motionles and sadly, visitors never sit for very long 
Though unable to speak, he's gracious to see, the frolicking birds through his tears 
At times he stares at the lonely hour glass upon the shelf below the window sill

For Jeremy's "Objectify Me Free Verse" Contest

Details | I do not know? | |

The Women

The Women

(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)

Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.

They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.

You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.

You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.

You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.

Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.

I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.

I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.

I salute you!

(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)

Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Come and Join My Fantasy

Two Sonnets for your enjoyment, joined by the same quatrain. 

Come and join my fantasy Anyone with a mind can be a part You just have to listen to your heart Music adds such harmony All spirits have compatibility You will be happy as a lark You will feel the joy from the start One cannot describe the joy inside Join me in this peaceful place See the eagles flying with such grace This is the home of imagination Here dreams do come true In this place of our creation Interruptions are very few Love is found on every shore Ever after comes every day Happy is just another way Life in forever is never a bore Live the memories you have stored Here fairies and butterflies play Come in and with me stay You will never want to leave Come and share my fantasy On the wings of love fly free This is the home of imagination Here dreams do come true In this place of our creation Interruptions are very few

Details | Light Poetry | |

Granny Tipping

My son is getting older, and he just went back to College, the other day.
But he had enjoyed the summer, by adding a new game to his daily play.
He called it Troll Tipping as daily he targeted another, and wore him out.
By dinner, the Troll would fall asleep, as my son claimed his dessert, so devout.

But wearing out a Troll, is not such an easy thing, so many a night, a Troll got his.
What a shame! But as a resourceful college man, at devising plans he was a whiz.
He offered them a Fun Filled Tip, yes, a way to get others, to do their daily chores.
The cost to each individual Troll, was their sweet dessert, that night, nothing more.

He was doing great, as he ran thru many a Troll, but then our suspicions did unfold.
You see, this bred unrest, as a number of fights started, amongst our beloved Trolls.
Scheming isn’t sharing, so Grandpa Troll had a TALK, life changing, or so it’s told.
But Boys are boys, and desserts were to be had, so he made a new plan, quite bold.

You might say he invented Granny Tipping, yes, now it was MY dessert, on the line.
Now this would be quite simple, for at my age, I can easily, become tiredly inclined.
But the one thing he’d forgot: is how crafty age had made this old one, in her efforts. 
As dinner wound down, I cued Grandpa Troll, to help deliver, those delicious desserts.

I told my son, that they were made to be his favorite, simply in honor, of his behalf.
Then I pretended to fall asleep, and he quickly took my dessert, with a joyous laugh.
Then suddenly his eyes grew big! And I awoke, looking him quite clearly, in the eye.
I lied that, I added laxatives and terrible cod liver oil, to my dessert nightly, yes, so sly. 

Making them easier to swallow, but if he wanted more dessert, he only had to ASK.
He quickly sped away, to wash that terrible taste, out of his mouth, a daunting task!
And we all had our chance to laugh at him… as the joke was finally on him, at last.
I call this, Bad Behavior Tipping, and from that day to this, he asks for more, at last!

The game seemed to lose its luster that day, yes, manners did a BIG, comeback.
The moral is to politely ask… Playing clever little games… is NEVER for the best!

Details | Lyric | |

Pretty Things

Your face is what
becomes my addiction.
I see it in every minute
and each second I am living.
You're all I'm getting
The only topic written down...
It's like sight has become sound.

Your name is the reason that I 
It's the waking breath in me
All my heart and body needs.
And I...
feel the road getting tough because 
of distance
without the loving kisses
Everything that we are missing now..
But I promise it will all work out...
Just give a little more time
and keep me on your mind, like I do 
Because all that's on mine is when I 
get to you..
It'll be so beautiful...
So beautiful...
So beautiful....

Those pretty things
that people do.
Is all I want to do with you.
These days bring rain
These nights bring rings
We talk about these pretty things.
Your pretty smile, your lovely mind,
This pretty life of yours and mine...
It's all I'm calling out for in my 
Your pretty face and all these pretty 

I know it's hard 
through all the space and time,
But we don't have to wait forever
It's just a storm we have to weather
until the day that you are mine...
Whatever else is whatever...
just as long as we're together
Making our way to each other's 
And we'll be home soon, love...
We'll be home soon...

(Those pretty things
that people do.
Is all I want to do with you.
These days bring rain
These nights bring rings
We talk about these pretty things.)

I can't wait to see your face when I 
But these miles do not hear me
To not have you near me, is...
Just a little more than I can take...
Because this place is just a place
until I see your smiling face...

(Your pretty smile, your lovely mind,
This pretty life of yours and mine...
It's all I'm calling out for in my 
Your pretty face and all these pretty 

Your pretty smile, Your lovely mind.
Is so much more, than space and 
I feel you out there, keep you with 
Hoping these days pass quite quickly.
And though apart we have to be 
(right now, right now, right now!...)
With you is where I'd rather be..
(I'd rather be, I rather be!...)

Those pretty things
that people do.
Is all I want to do with you.
These days bring rain
These nights bring rings
We talk about these pretty things.
Your pretty smile, your lovely mind,
This pretty life of yours and mine...
It's all I'm calling out for in my 
Your pretty face and all these pretty 

So keep me close to you, my love.
Keep holding on to all that's us...
I see your face in every room...
I promise you that..
we'll be home soon...
And no matter what tomorrow 
What we have...
is the prettiest of things...

Details | Footle | |

Pep Talk Soliloquy

Much to do
Yes it's true

Sit in chair
Look and stare.

Illness strain
Constant drain

What a mess
Hornet nest.

Clutter here
Clutter there.

Just start small
I won't fall

Choose one thing
It won't sting

Do it quick
That's the trick.

Stay on task
Make it last.

Hydrate too
Good it's true.

On all day
Music play.

Pick up house
Vacuum couch

Remove the trash
Do it fast.

Clean the loo
Lots to do.

Do some wash
Be the boss.

It is wise.

Give a try.

Get it done
Make it fun.

Give away
Take today.

When not use
Time to lose.

Pack-rat style
Looking vile.

Remove dust
Mold and must.

Freshen air
Sweep all stair.

I will see
Will feel free.

Rooms get neat
Doldrums beat.

Changes mood.

Do not quit
Or even sit.

Do not shirk
Pride in work

Till all done
I"ll have won.

If  I heed 
All I need.

Keep it nice
Don't think twice.

Do it now
Then take bow.

Give myself
All the help.

Take my time
Do not whine.

No more mess
Do my best.

Look around
No dark cloud

Darkness gone
Didn't take long

Cleared the mess
Removed stress.

Keep it up
Won't erupt.

Peace and joy
Stop annoy.

Time to rest 
Done my best.

It's now home
No more alone.

Being clean
No longer dream.

Little a day
Make it stay.

Easy, see?
Just for me

Routine set
Don't forget.

Set aside
Please abide.

Tips today
Clean will stay.

Show my son
It can be done.

He will do
His own too.

We're a team
Got to clean.

Need to share
Make it fair.

Time is now
This is how.

Soon I'll see
More from me.

Fight thru pain
Much to gain.

No more run 
Must get done. 

Have my plan
Time to stand.

Lead the way
Start today. 

Details | Sonnet | |

Megan's Hit

        MEGAN'S HIT
There on the deck, I took a practice swing
tormented in the possiblity--
then hope was dashed--I found no hope to bring
up to the plate, when Ump cried out, "Strike 3!"
I was the last to bat--in this last game--
just oh for three, my record said it all!
And in the dugout, faces all the same,
the looks of gloom! Just waiting for my fall!
I took my place, right up there to the plate.
Out on the mound, the picher grinned at me--
as if he hoped to make my swinging late,
or throw me one--I couldn't even see!
    He'd walked a batter, waiting on first base,
    to tie the score, if we'd get in the race!


"No girl can hit!" I heard the catcher call,
and echoed from the bleachers was the same,
we made our stands, the umpire cried "Play ball!"
and then I vowed to get us in the game!
I gripped the bat, the windup came too fast!
As did the ball, but where it should have been!
"Strike one!" the umpire yelled at last--
The fastest ball that I have ever seen!
"She'll never swing!" the catchers words for me--
then threw the ball out to the pichers hand!
While out on first, my runner waits to see
if I can swing, or only make a stand!
   Right in my face--the picher scouled a bit--
   while I choked up--and readied for a hit!

All set to hit--I made it then my dream!
and came the ball--I could not swing at that!
"Strike twoooo!" the umpire made it scream,
then said to me, "You've got to swing the bat!"
The bat it weighed a hundred pounds or so;
"She'll never swing," the pichers eyes did say,
With that he gave his very best, I know!
I glued my eyes--as it screamed straight my way!
I never saw the hitting of the ball!
but won't forget the cracking sound of it!
Nor know again the feeling of it all
of this my very most important hit!
   The sound it made--that ev'ryone could hear--
   a batters dream--but pichers' greatest fear!


The ball soared hard and high past second base!
then seemed to drop so slowly from above,
as quick as I could get us in the race,
I watched it bounce right off the fielders glove!
The tying run was just ahead of me!
Ole "Never-Steal" now ran like not before!
And right behind, fast as my feet could be 
I gave my best! And then I gave some more!
The crowd gave out the seasons wildest plea!
As I yelled to the runner just ahead,
with all the grit that I could find in me,
"I'm going in! And if you stop--you're dead!"
   Ole "Never Steal" was giving all he could
   and on his heels--I made my promise good!


We saw the ball come by as rounding third!
Not once a hesitation in it all--
and as the umpire watched without a word--
he swept his arms, to make the tying call!
The score was tied--third baseman set to throw--
now ready at home plate, the catcher stood--
and through it all--my only thought was GO!
but if I did--I'd have to make it good!
I knew the ball was thrown down to home plate!
The catcher poised, and glued where he should be!
I had to slide, and heard the ball hit late!
"She's SAFE! She's SAFE!" my Daddy yelled to me! 
    Now layed to rest--our coaches greatest fear--
    the only game we won--throughout the year!
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

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Will We Know Him

Will We Know Him?

Will we know Him if He stood in front of us?
If He walked by us on the street?
Will we know Him?
If we have a chance to meet Him in our  lifetime?
In that split second that we meet Him?
Our eyes met for the first time?
Will we know Him?
Yes reading the moment we stood side by side?
Our smiles are very clear
Our heart jumps around
Yes we do know Him?
That look, and that feeling
When we know we've found our home
Yes we do know Him
Yes we know what to say to Him
As we walk away together
Yes we know Him as He knows us His children
We are finally together

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

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My Future Generation

I can act insane
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…

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Am I missing some thing.Do I misunderstand,as a witness I stand,witnessing the folly and madness of my land. For the devilish materialistic feel of cash in their hand,they will cut the hand of their brother man.All just to conquer the materialistic land,of jewels and the delight of the upper hand.To grandstand.As a man I need to see the youth and the children prosper, on my land not to be grown and groomed by the devils deceptive hands,hugging our land with both arms and both hands.We blindly,hug him back and eat from his hand.Falling into hells quick sand,then have the audacity,to ask what happened to my land and my children,damn.Yet this is my land,but among it all I stand with a paper,pen,rum and a half burnt cigarette,in my trembling hand.Trying to understand the waste,breakage,contagious,venom spewing,disadvantageous,ways of corruption leads and impedes my land.Yet I take firm stand,trying to understand. My home is my land I contemplate the people of my land,as my mind runs through my land,my heart beats to understand the bleeding and dying of my land.Young people die for no sensible reason,body's drawn out frequently with white chalk every bloody season, because of a color they believe in, and the gangsters that survive, they survive but not breathing,because of all the material,drugs and music they believe in,thus it destroys life's true meaning.It leaves the better inner  self bleeding and dreaming for a  dosage of truth, but no that's so aloof from our youth. So there stuck with old lies and a sweet corruption that rottens their tooth.The soil that their soiled in rottens their roots and the music that they listen to obfuscates and never relates to the truth.Their future is dim,their chance is slim.The boys want to be tu pac and the girls lil kim.Everybody wants to be a actor,in a gangster film. So I just sit back and watch the show, you know,to watch and see how far they go.I watch gangsters barely survive,not even making it to the age of twenty five leaving behind a single mother to cry.I see people sell drugs just to get by and consume the same drugs just to get high,to fabricate their emotions with the feeling of a temporary high.I seen the toughest of the toughest guys, fold in a withering cold and die,as hopeless blood leaks from their inside,along with every single lie they supported to survive.My home is  Queens new York.

Sponsor	 ~ SKAT ~

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One Day I'll go Home

One Day I’ll go Home.
Home is where I could do anything. I would listen to my music and clean as often as 
I liked. There was no right or wrong as time belonged to me. When I listened to my 
music nothing else mattered I was just happy. Happy was a simple thing with only 
music and cleaning for my home was a happy place for me!
Music brought an upbeat rhythm to lift my spirit at all times. I felt the beat as I 
moved about doing all things in time with the songs. I enjoyed cleaning my home 
with joy as things shined so for my pleasure. A combination of music and cleaning 
nothing could beat. I wanted and needed to feel so complete.
Now a new house and life with music I still have. Now the music is less and the 
cleaning so rare. The joy of the shine is far from my home and the call of pleasure 
and being complete I’ve left behind. The feeling’s once felt while my music played 
and I scrubbed things down has been handed over to another. 
My purpose has changed to be that of another. I fill this house with things from life 
with part time music and rarely clean as someone other does this. I have a purpose 
in this house and although kept secret my spirit knows things come to pass. The 
rhythm of my music and the spirit of the song will ensure happiness come along!
Now as I grow old my mind turns inward to find my home. I am there at last the 
place where my music plays and I find rhythm. I see myself start to clean and the 
shine appears. What welcomed relief to hear and see these things that made me so 
complete. Once again I am just that for joy fills my heart and I know I am home 
                                                                                                    Debbie Knapp.

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The Home

I leave my heart secreted far away,
In my home, my sanctum, my hidey-hole.
Each day I leave, but every night I stay.
My heart in it's home, always safe and whole.

Where ever I wander, my heart always
Calls me home, to my family and friends.
To a nice warm bed. To a fire ablaze:
We huddle close to chat and warm our hands.

My heart, my hope, my soul, all dwell right here.
The roots of my life, trapped in a building.
Within my reach is all that I hold dear.
Memories here, carved into the molding

Yet are not people more important than
The place? I will enjoy it while I can.

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The Puzzle

I don't have all the pieces together;
This puzzle is just too much,
But God already has it figured out
As He is solving this from above.

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In God's Hands

  I am malleable in God’s hands, 
No one can shape me like He can, 
He never gives me anything that I can’t handle, 
He always knows what He is doing, 
No one can compare to Him, 
He is the father I never had, 
I can truly trust, love, and honor Him, 
Because He made me, 
He loves me, 
And I love Him, 
I will never be able to put my heart into someone else’s hands with such trust!
Because He is love! 
And I am His. 
- Inspired by Jeremiah 18:6 

                                                  Jeremiah 18:6 NIV
“O house of Israel, can I not do with you as the potter does? declares the Lord. 
“Like clay in the hands of potter, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel.

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Last Bell.....

Man, I remember the thrumming of that last bell of the school year.....
Like a prisoner being furloughed into the warm sun, buzzing of grasshoppers.
Field stickers burrowing into your ankles, joyfully, while you take the wrong way/long way 
The sound of whispering gold as your armplane wings dislodge future assaulters of ankles.
I always liked sighs in the summer.....those sweet drones were the tones of freedom.
In the distance you hear Shirley scream as Brad tells EVERYBODY she likes Ralph...
You knew you should be gettin' home, but, confound it, this one brief moment was yours. 
There was a sound, like a shell to the ear, of all you had learned, escaping as if under 
To thwart it was to stop a tsunami with an umbrella.....ineffectual....unnoticed.
But, also vacant, was common sense; probably why I went Jake's way that day....
Oh, he was there, lurking...lying in wait for my almost clock-work arrival.
Many a day I had screamed a million insults at him as he chased me like Satan,
Hoping "today" wasn't the day he caught up with me.
His exhalations never sounded labored, as if he was letting me get ahead.....
But not today!!!!!.....I JUMP......He LUNGES......and his teeth gain purchase on my seat!!!!
However, I escape....My bottom, that much cooler than it was before and will probably be 
Home.......... you see mom in the kitchen, drinking sun tea and waiting for you to arrive....
"So, How was school?"..."Uh, fine, I guess."     "What did you learn today?"......."Uh, to never 
underestimate the value of Gym Class!!"......"Well," she says, "if you took home economics, 
you'd be able to fix up your pants before Dad gets home and sees your underwear!!"......

Parents NEVER respect an Adventurer's near-fatal exploits!!!

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Fear is the encasing that you live in,
Hiding in the refuge of your mind.
Come and take my hand that is within
Hearts that live a lie and where you’ll find

Hiding in the refuge of your mind,
Prying eyes of the Unknown, home to
Hearts that live a lie and where you’ll find
Hollow words with lies ever so see-through.

Prying eyes of the unknown, home to
Cupids preying on the broken hearted.
Hollow words with lies ever so see-through,
Long lost words of those dearly departed.

Cupids preying on the broken hearted,
It’s you they dream with Eyes of Purity,
Long lost words of those dearly departed,
Thoughts that flood the air and you will see

It’s you they dream with Eyes of Purity.
Come and take my hand that is within
Thoughts that flood the air and you will see
Fear is the encasing that you live in.

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King Of The Fallen

King Of The Fallen

Look upon the king.See his proud stance,his gentle eyes,and his charming smile.Once the prince looked over by and loved by everyone,no one knowing his true self.
See his proud stance,he stands and look down on people.
His gentle eye show nothing more then lies.
Such a caring smiling he uses to massacre thousands.
Let him rule your mind but keep your heart
Let him judge over you but never about you
Let him rain cruelty over but may you remain pure
Look upon my king see his monarchy shatter before his eye's,as the evil he has done catch up to him.His children taken,his wife's broken,and his castle destroyed.
Look at the prince who was loved,look at the king who was feared,looks at the king who is now fallen into despair.
Look upon the king.See his proud stance,his gentle eye and charming smile.
See his proud stance as he looked on down on the weak.
See his gentle eye's,see the lies that spur in them.
See his charming smile,like a wicked prince ready to tangle you up and put your out of your mind..
He has fallen
He is broken
He was taken
He is now in despair
He has ruled your mind,now his heart is gone.
He has judged you,now is being judged for himself of himself.
He has rain cruelty over you,now he is impure and Ingenta.
Look he's kingdom has fell and now the deed's of his injustice has ensnared him.
Look his leg's broken.
Look his eye's have been gouged.
Look his smile has been cut.
Look at his wives they are broken.
Look at they children are taken without words of appease.
And his home is destroy in flames.
Look upon the the fallen king,no tears shall fall from his eye's only the blood from his mouth,and the words of death.
Fare thee well world,this game of cat and mouse,and of death and life.How I enjoyed it to the fullest,but now my home is in fired my children taken my wives broken and my body destroyed.This must be punishment for being the King of the Fallen.

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I Was Homeless... Now I Have A Home

Never had a voice.
Never had a choice.
Never had a room.
My life was doomed.
Wanted to get away.
No one to turn to.
Not allowed to mix,
With crowds.
Always heard cursing,
Out loud.
Asked God why I,
Had no where to go.

No place where I fit in.
No place where I was me.
No place that I could see,
Hear, feel, touch, 
Or taste peace.

No where I had love.
Not realizing that that,
Place was temporary,
That I had to be there,
Just for a while.
So that one day I'll,
See a smile,
And hear well done,
My faithful servant.

You have fought the,
Good fight, kept the,
Faith, ran the race.
I was there with you,
In that place. Now I have,
A new home for you.
For you to lift your voice,
Because you made the ,
Right choice. You have,
Many rooms. You come my way,
And turned to me.
Come home with me,
To live in peace and victory.

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The River home

It was a home on the river we lived .
It was the ghost of a young man whom had taken his own life.

I still remember the vision of him walking by me with a blank stare 
We,  as a Family of  seven , moved into this river house 
Panoramic views right out to the river , I should mention

I was home alone as a child , looking out at "The Julia Belle Swan " as she went by .
Upstairs in that room as I saw a figure walking by , with very nice features , auburn hair 
I thought he was my older brother , a handsome young guy 

Then I realized the young man was not my brother , a  apparition he appeared .
He was not there to scare or frighten , 
the message I believe he wanted to shed light on, so clear.

He walked right by ,then disappeared through the window, out to the River .

The Ghost knew I could see him , a gift I have been given
when I was a younger child of five , I had once died for a short time. I was lifted by Jesus in Heaven . Death is not for us to decide .

Later in the years we moved from that home , every home we lived in had a story 
or a presence of its own . My Mother had told me later , a young man took his life there .

 Keep fighting your way through life and its despair , 
you are important to someone whom cares .  If you feel alone and want life to end , Please pick up the phone , call anyone ,  call for help , call a Friend .

"This is not fiction , it truly is a gift I have been given "

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The Glass Goddess

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground 
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…

Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.

So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess 
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-

We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane, 
Seizing the day
Because any moment 
We could disappear 

Jacob Reinhardt	

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Innocent Times

My memory flashes back
to innocent times long since gone
those hot nights parked at lovers lane
wolfman jack playing my favorite songs
it seems like yesterday in my 57 chevy
that Peggy Sue was by my side
i was hoping to get to second base
she just wanted to go for a ride
i remember my palms starting to sweat
and the windows getting a bit steamy
i told her Buddy Holly wrote a song about you
but she didn't believe me
so i pulled Peggy Sue closer
and we started kissing once again
but time was of the essence
because her dad said to be home by ten.

She smiled sweetly
gently placed her hands upon my face
looked at me and said, i was a swell guy
but this is not the time or the place
so i gave her a peck on the cheek
and told her not to worry
we can take things nice and slow
i am not in any hurry
so i drove her home, and kissed her goodnight
but now what was i supposed to do
that's when i drove to the nearest payphone
dropped in a dime 
and called up runaround Sue!

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Humble Farm House

In a field of red, purple, and white blooms Sits a beautiful farm house that’s built well All the windows are large, not one has gloom There’s a brick chimney, gorgeous, I can tell The old couple that lives inside won’t sell It’s their pride to live in this farm house Never would they pass up even the mouse The soil here is rich, lending the good crops The tractor can cause problems that will rouse Couple loves this place, even the dewdrops
Russell Sivey

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An Expression of Gratitude

Dear Jake, I know you have never met me
I life in your homeland across the sea
Our priest gave us a list of men at war
He asked us to write; I couldn’t ignore

I can but dream of the horrors you see
Applauding the way you fight so bravely
You put your life on the line every day
And my gratitude I want to convey

Your days are filled with incredible strife
Do you have children at home and a wife?
You know that your family prays for you
I want you to know that I’m praying too

If you write back, I’ll return each letter
But when you’re home safely, I’ll feel better

Written July 28, 2012
*Entry for Gail’s “Write a Heartfelt Poem to a Soldier” contest

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Distant Love

The hours dwindle slowly by- 
When I want you by my side. 
Longing to feel the warmth of your breath 
As you kiss away my pride. 
The anger melts away, 
When I'm held within your arms.
My balance quickly faltering;
As I fall for all of your charms.
The weeks are always longer-
When I don't get to have you near.
Wishing that I could run to you- 
The distance heightening my fear. 
The hours go by rapidly-
When you are finally home. 
 Leaving me all by myself;
With my thoughts to roam. 
The cycle starts all over- 
I'm wishing that you were free. 
Longing to feel the warmth of your breath. 
Until you come right back to me. 

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Emptiness camouflaging along with feelings

After a business tour 
I returned to empty home
Wife and kids had been away
enjoying holiday at her mothers home 

Everything was same
TV, Fridge, Oven, Music System 
accepting my operating command as before
bed, sofa, reclining chair all comforting my body

Missing was the vivacious vibrancy  
of laughter, arguments, silence, love and affection
Walls, curtains, photo frames, flower vases staring at me 
Tongue and ears  jobless, eyes doubling up for speech and sound  

No one to offer glass of water or cup of tea
Breakfast awaiting preparation by me, and eaten too
Lunch and Dinner from menu delivered by hotel waiter
Nightime no one to kiss goodbye, bother for next day wishes

Learned, not that uninhabited homes only haunt
Clamour of near and dear ones is what actually counts
Amidst noise decibels we try to squeeze out some solitude
Like fools among living souls we often seek silence of graveyard  
Telephone bell rings
wife and kids indicate early arrival
Suddenly the empty home turns into lively fair 
staring walls joyous on early prospect of  baby hands caress  

Emptiness camouflaging along with feelings 
Haunting brick and mortar springing into lively atmosphere 
Hated apartment while alone, fool was I to blame innocent structure
Learnt, futile to be in heaven after leaving, create heaven where one is living 

(Entry for Members Contest – Empty Apartment by Matt Caliri )

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Moving On

selling a half double never easy
guess they want a whole house and nothing else
and selling our house is a bit crazy
at this house I’ve had my share of some belts

my wife is sick and tired of the people
she is from Jamaica and misses home
we have worked many jobs as a couple
and my life with her is always awesome

I’ve been here for a large part of my life
I have no clue what the future will bring
maybe soon we’ll be gone me and the wife
maybe we’ll be somewhere else by next spring

I always hated moving but I will
for this life of mine is always a thrill

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Never Erased

Eternal faith;
Love in His name.
Saved by grace;
Never erased.

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All my life,All my days
Wolves and sheep alike flock with me
Like a magnet,they are drawn to me
Like bees,they swarm around me.

Sucking my honeycomb to Sahara
Like mosquitoes,they bite and go
but like Twist,they want more
Vampires,what a befitting title.

They've built roofless shelters
Right in the corner of my pocket,
the home of my juiciest fruit
believing in its strong cover,
when the rainy days roll in.

They milk me dry with their pincers,
Descending on my defenseless self
Pouncing on my vulnerability
Like a relentless leech,
they hold on to my apron.

Ripping me has become a hobby.

Till i am as dry as the fig,
my udder will be home to them.
Venomous blood sucking parasites
They will follow me to the end.

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The Nameless - for South Africans of all colours who fought for freedom

The Nameless

Slipping through the sieve of history,

the nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are roads renamed, nor monuments built.

Not for the nameless are songs sung, nor ink spilled.

The nameless rest.

Their silent sacrifice,

quiet ordeal,

muted trauma,

remain interred,

amongst their remains.

The nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are doctorates conferred, nor eulogies recited.

Not for the nameless are honours bestowed, nor homages directed.

The nameless rest.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

in every step that we tread.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

for their spirit is not dead.

“Your name is unknown, your deed is immortal”
- inscription at The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier WWII in Moscow

Special thanks to my dearest elder sister Tasneem Nobandla Moolla, whose conversations with me about life as a non-white person growing up in pre and post-Apartheid South Africa prompted me to write this dedication to the countless, nameless South Africans of every colour, whose sacrifices and dedication in the struggle against Apartheid tyranny must never be forgotten.

My sister’s middle name ‘Nobandla’ which is an isiXhosa name and means “she who is of the people” was given by her godfather, Nelson Mandela, my father’s ‘best-man who could not be, as Nelson Mandela was unable to-make it to my parent’s wedding as he was in jail at the time in the old Johannesburg Fort. This was the 31st December 1961.

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Choices To Face

I have some choices to face,
But these are not my decisions to make.
God told me what He wants me to do;
He said, "Listen, Son, I have a plan for you."

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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 
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

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~The Healer, I lay…Meditating, The Shaman’s path is inward and up, up, from the bed up, up, my astral body rises. Silence, surrounds … Looking down I see myself in a pit of covers my astral self slips from the window viewing home and hearth from outside and high above… No earth born sounds, awaken me from my flight. NO earthly forest, lush or deep entraps the Shaman she. NO bird calls fills the Predawn light… NO dewdrops distract~ Astral I recedes in time… a Dreaming Back, back, back without knowledge of time, or space like a fallen leaf~ twirling and swirling, letting the current take me, where it will through lifetimes to the womb and beyond . . . ~The Healer, I.. ghosts in space… my home but a speck lit with Chi. Silence, surrounds… Fair astral form of gossamer light, I…thread space on umbilical silk, the healer...reaches, reaches for the light, the He and She……God and Goddess. The Healer, I... reaches the World Tree, Yggdrasil, white crystal roots tendril into the primordial sea of space time, branching upward cradling Heaven. There below the tree in the soft grass an ancient one, a familiar soul, waits. ~Oh I am held by She, ancient Grandmother, and garner the wisdom of ages.~ But, the bodies time is now, and calls and as the clay rests, it calls down, down, down… I go ~Past the jumble-tumble between lifetimes, within the cycling universe of all, The Healer, I, reforms, snaps to the umbilicus of prone body, within the tumbled nest of sheets, in the now plane of existence. ~Arms reach out brushing cheeks, eyes gleam, and sparkle with the joy of sharing, kindred spirits having touched the ancient wisdon of the Light! Silence surrounds.

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Once a man of steel,
cuckolded by foreigners,
made to bear a rusty belt
And belch hapless smoke in shame.

Once a spiderweb of commerce-
now a conglomerate of strangers,
united by dementia-ridden streets
frayed and cracked by Erie’s buffets-
but the breakwall soldiers still hold the line.

As do the masses, when they can stand
the agony of Sundays as crying sots,
drenching the gutters in saltwater
beers, burying the despair behind
frozen, grim, angry brows.

On they fight, under the evergaze
of endlessly winking red guardians
who still believe, as the men below,
that Cleveland still rocks, on and on.

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Enjoy This Place

Follow your dreams and follow your heart;
God has shown you the path to start.
Never give up and always have faith;
Do what you love and enjoy this place!

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The Song of he Retired Farmer

Oh, I sit upon my porch, just to get a bit of breeze,
On the north side of my house, under over-hanging trees.
I feel so contented here, with my good dog at my feet.
At my age it takes so little, to make a life complete.
Dear ones have gone before, and will meet me at the shore
When I leave this earthly home and don't need it any more.
For now my work is over, I can rest this sumer day
And feel pity for my neighbor in the meadow making hay.

The breeze is growing cooler, and the dog is getting bored.
I'll soon be in my bedoom just a chatting with the Lord.
I was a busy fellow and I worked hard all my life
I rased some boys and girls and I had a darling wife.
I saved a little money and I sometimes go to see
My children who have settled in the west aways from me.
I am always glad to get back to my little valley home.
The older that I get the less inclined I am to roam.

So I sit upon my porch, just to get a bit of breeze,
On the north side of my house, under over-hanging trees.
I reckon there's no other fellow more content than I
In my small home in the valley, where I'll stay until I die.

By: Joyce Johnson 2007

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Gone Fishing Part One

They launched at dawn, Jim and his mate,
both men unaware of their mutual fate.
The boat was small, the sea was calm,
and neither of them foresaw any harm.

This was something both had done,
at the rising of the sun
on many, many previous days,
they'd sailed out into the haze.

This time it seemed just the same,
the weather was mild, the wind was tame,
though neither of these good friends could know,
just how this trip was destined to go.

Before they left home they checked the weather,
the forecast was fine, and they laughed together,
because today was perfect for their trip,
so they headed down to the launching slip.

At last they were headed out to sea,
for this much anticipated fishing spree,
all bait and tackle at the ready,
their progress out at first was steady.

About six miles out from their home port,
lies a mark from which they had caught,
a lot of fish, over lots of years,
but back on shore there would soon be tears.

At three miles out, suddenly,
a thick mist rolled across the sea,
and rapidly they were so fogbound,
that they feared they would never be found.

Their boat was fine in sight of land,
but lost in fog, they'd never planned,
for such an eventuality,
blind with no compass, miles out at sea.

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"Digital Flag Coming Undone"

You stand waiting everyday for new incoming, you see the technology  standing your life
like a god, waiting for you to betray and your done, every man holds a passion for new
devices and new weapons, for then they cry jail for whom they killed, we all know this is
wrong, yet we love to see our hands full of misery and pain, breathing a life into
machines ain't funny, but every time mom, dad, granny, brother or sister are about to
leave to heaven or hell, oh you grab their soul by signing papers and putting their faded
and wrecked life into a machine, breath in and out they still gonna die, why is it so bad
to leave them rest forever in grave  than putting them inside a room alone in a disordered
depression for they to keep on dying slower and slower, now you love technology right?
Then why when the soldiers went to war they died in dozens like pigs because of our enemy
have enough technology to kill them all, i saw in my country every time a soldier died
their family went crying and desperate screaming "Why?" Why you think they died? Because
god let a big missile fall on him or them? Selfish indeed...

We are letting it get to our head, we are making valuable starts go to waste, in this days
people do not go home very happy if they don't get what they want, i know how a man fights
for freedom and is not this way, the flag is striking us with it same ambition of fatal
destruction, i wish we can all go home one way  or the other, alive! But the streets are
recklessly running in circles on same hell, same vision, is not like before that death was
the last chance, now no one is afraid of dying, that's why people are killing them self's
and killing others, we need fear to coats us again? Or accept our system has blind us to
for money? We been sold for priceless try outs...

I just wish the end comes better than i see it coming.

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The Risk of Choice

It would be too easy to not believe
And not have faith in all He wants us to see.
But I don't want to risk my life being saved
Because of a choice I was refusing to make.

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A serpent underneath blue sky,
in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor,
venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water,
misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door..
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
after all.

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The Puppy

The puppy’s eyes were huge and sad.
His tail a drum did beat within my head.
His whimper a sound from which I could not part.
His posture defeated struck upon my heart. 
His expectations high. His whimpers slow. 
Within his cage he lays submissively low.
I could not walk away when invited in by eyes so bright.
I reached low to scratch his ears and touch his head so light.
Upon my hand he did drool, as his tongue did lick to know.
Then he held me in his mouth so tight as not to let me go.
A connection felt, a gentle hand, a belly rub a treat.
I knew to hold him close- my heart made whole again would beat.
Forever mine whispered in my ear. I could not let him go.
Unconditional love to feel- I could not look away, so
Our heart beat once- then twice again in unison unique.
Without a doubt- one way to go- my heart does tightly seek. 
I know to take him home- my life would be so sweet.
One dog has died. Now another found. My life continues still.
New hopes and dreams- to home we go as life proclaims its’ fill.
But his friend sits shivering, as we prepare to leave.
My heart grows suddenly still. To look, to see, my heart to believe
One is good, but two is best- two hearts my love can shield.
Toward my home we turn again- three hearts to joyfully yield.
Once a house- now a home we will successfully build.
So if a shelter you do pass, stop a moment to see…
Perhaps a loved one waits inside, if a loving home you have a need...

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Thank you for fighting for my freedom

You fought over the smallest of sand
For my country in a foreign land
Advance all the time and never retreat
USA is number one and can never be beat
The military taught you how to survive
I hope you can make it home alive

When everything is all said and done
You fought with your life for my freedom
Thank you for fighting for me
Now I know freedom doesn’t come free
What you did for America makes me feel over come
Thank you for fighting for my freedom

Remember them for the blood the gave
To make America home of the brave
Army Navy Air force Marine
Toughest old boys you’ve ever seen
Hopefully they’ll get back to those crying mothers
They will be alright with they’re band of brothers

When everything is all said and done
You fought with your life for my freedom
Thank you for fighting for me
Now I know freedom doesn’t come free
What you did for America makes me feel over come
Thank you for fighting for my freedom

They sent them to the school of hard knox
Now they’re coming home in a pine box
Zipped up in a in a bag
They gave they’re family a flag and a dog tag
Remember them when you pray
Stand tall for them and remember them on Memorial Day

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Your Gorgeous Life

You wake me up with Your endless light
So beautiful in shining, so bold, so bright!
You paint the landscapes and let Your love shine
For the whole world to see, to feel Your gorgeous life!

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My Wishes are Simple

My Wishes are Simple

My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.

My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.

My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.

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I Think I Just Miss Home

And as the weary dawn laid all its burdens upon the restless sky, a quite light of morning tickled the sleepy heart of mine, a yearning tear landed on my cozy pillow, and a well painted smile crossed its way through my lips, I left up my head and gazed into the sky through the glass of my dusty window, I put on my coat and rushed myself out, the air was clouded with cold breezes of wind, and the street was still wet of few drops of rain, the pavements were empty and I was the lonely who’s passing down this road, I lighted up a cigarette, sighed deeply and whispered to myself: I think I just miss home.

I think I miss my torn out toys up in the shelf of my closet, and I miss that crowded street we used to play on till night, the air was fresher and the sky was brighter, the sun used to be shining and life used to be the sweetest, I think I miss home where all my troubles rest as I sleep and all my aches fade away as I weep, home is where all the memories dwell and all the dreams shine, home is where I belong and I think I lost my way back home.

Samar Saleh

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Just like Dr. KIng I too have a dream
I have a dream that one day children of all ages and colors will receive a better 
Where they will one day have a better life after graduation
These students will hold their heads up high whether they become the next 
lawyer or doctor in the world
By stepping up to say I am now a man or woman, no longer a boy or girl
I have a dream that every child will go to school and put forth effort in all their work
So that they will not need or want for anything, a life full of happiness rather than 
These students will sit in that chair or that desk and take in everything that's 
being said
Taking in knowledge rather than putting foolishness in their heads
In this dream children will be able to thank teachers for everything they know
College is where we should further our education, so its college we shall go
I have a dream that students will not go home to parents and lie about what 
they've earned 
But go home to parents and show them exactly what it is they've learned
Children of all ages will realize that its best to attend school
Instead of sitting at home doing nothing with time,smoking drugs which is not 
very cool
I have a dream that we all will come together and help each other succeed
A place where we will be able to thank us and not you and me
I have a dream that no child will be left behind in grades
They will be able to thank teachers for the education they gave
A dream where students will work extra hard
Knowing that later on in life we all will play a major part
This dream will live across the nation as if its the last words to be heard
Because an education is not something that should be kicked to the curve
Students will not play when their teacher is trying to teach
Because not much  can be understood this way even if you are sitting in your seat
In this dream everyone will be all that they can be
Whether it comes from nursing in the hospital or on the streets
If my words can matter like Dr. Martin Luther KIng
Then guess what, I TOO HAVE A DREAM

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Philosophical Poetry Week: Transient Tuesday

I am a misprint,
Ink blot on love,
I remain a maybe
Longing for fact,
No speck of lint,
A hand in glove.
Thunder; a baby
Will only react

When you etch
Parallel clouds,
Whistling on cue
To a dead town.
Dream a sketch
Of silent crowds
Becoming you,
This boiling crown

Chews thought
Into flagellation.
Holes in the walls
To spy through,
Seeking a sort
Of bricked-up sun.
A heaven of halls,
All leaving you.

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Little Hell Raisers { Nonet}

<                             I'm going on journey ~ back in time
                               When I should of listened to my .... heart
                               But instead just followed ....  head 
                               What a mistake that .... was
                               Let me tell you .... now
                               Poor old ... lady
                               Didn't ... do
                               Noth ~ ing
                               Wrong !

                              Carrying her groceries home from the ... store
                              Me ~ brother ~ sister ~ brother's ... friend
                              Tossing lit~ firecrackers
                              Laughing ... and .... giggling 
                              Looking ~ for ... trouble
                              And here she ... came
                              Four ..... against
                              Just ... one
                              Wow   !

                              Bet poor old women didn't .... expect
                              Handfull of lit .... firecrackers
                              To be tossed in her own .... bags
                              Others ran like .... dickens
                              I stayed and helped   ...  her
                              Picked up her ... stuff
                              And ... carried
                              Them ... all
                              Home !
Entry For
Linda Marie's
A Journey Back In Time
G.L. All

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My Path Visual No 1

my path
winding through life
some steps uphill, some down
takes me though desert and bower

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Will I turn back? No, why?
Cuz this is my path, in life.
Will i stop, and wait for death?
Or will I live life, Breath by breath?
I choose to live day to day, with this life,
Cuz death can take us at any time.
Why not make the best of what we have now?
I REFUSE to keep my head hanging down.
I will try to live life to the best of my ability,
With peace, love, and tranquility.
i choose to be and think positively,
If I dont, I'll be self demolishing.
I chose the path I walk, Whether it be with someone or alone,
I'm pleased with myself and maybe a place to call home...
Who knows?
I will mature even wiser than before
Don't be jealous because YOUR decisions were poor.
Happier more than I ever was, now uncovered,
A life out there, WORTH being discovered?!?!?!?!?
Will I turn back? No, Why?
Cuz this is my path, in LIFE.

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What I Look For In A Home

I’m sure that home to many has a different meaning. It depends what kind of life they’ve been receiving. There are those with memories of hurt and pain. Some may not want to mention their families name. Others have childhood memories they are fond of. They may have a family that they’re proud of! I think that in many cases, home is not what people see. It has a lot of importance. Both to you and me! What home means to me is to have our family together. And ask the Lord to bless it, with his love forever! God gave me a wife and children to take care of. May I not do things that I’d be ashamed of! I invite YOU Jesus, to be the head of our home! May we come together as a family, around your throne! May our family serve one another as we should. May the truths of God’s word be applied and understood! May the Lord help us to get along, with our imperfections. May God’s word be our “road map,” for needed direction! There’s no perfect home. Believe me! I know it! When it comes to family time… We all need to show it! Unless the lord builds the home… They labor in vain that build it! Let’s seek God’s blessing! So his love can completely fill it! Please come Jesus! And fill our home today! May our home be honored by what we do and say! By Jim Pemberton

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12 days of kiss-mas

On the 12th day of kiss-mass my true love sent to me
12 dirty undies
11 socks a stinking
10 shoes a humming
9 shirts for pressing
8 trousers 
7 days of take-out boxes
6 flagons of beer
5 D V D's
4 mischievous children
3 dozen wine bottles
2 ex partners
and an engagement ring under the tree

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Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul

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The Traveller's Unclaimed Land

He says he loves me then he says he loves me not
He loves me today but by tomorrow I'm forgot 
He runs from my love but returns wanting more
I guess I'm to blame for letting the traveler explore, 
See travellers just wander and are never here to stay
They admire the scenery and enjoy the display 
They tour the land and ride the attractions
So memories become their only subtractions,
They search for an experience that is what they yearn
The condition once they leave is none of their concern!
So how can the land be devoted and true 
When travellers come and go out of the blue.
The present is now and where he's travelled to,
But the past he calls home so he must return soon
Most likely just a visit although time can only tell, 
But what he lusts is in this land and he knows it very well
He may call that place home but its this land that he seeks
Travellers on a mission never realize until they hit their peek
He continues to damage this land down to its core 
So what's left to offer when their is nothing left in store?
The resources were depleted and the land left bare
He comes and goes as he pleases it doesn't seem fair;
See this land has been abused time and time again
Seeds that were planted, were means to an end
But pleasure and satisfaction was always accomplished
Because this land provided where the homeland was disadvantaged!
But despite the history and despite the trust
Submit to his urges is something he must.
So this time around his departure is permanent 
Lack of faith and loyalty was the final determinant.
The damage he caused cannot be rendered,
So his visitation rights he has surrendered!
So leave this land I say and never look back
This is the path you chose I hope you can stay on track,
Cause travellers have memories of the lands they have stained
But the land only remembers the one that remained!

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Lord, I do not know what to do;
Please, lead me by Your side.
Decisions I'm facing are lost and through;
Please, lead me to do what's right.

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Cherry Blossoms Jamboree

Cherry blossoms bloom; the townspeople sing, laugh, dance: hope springs eternal.

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This Land is My Land

Pastoral country
Where folks wave to passers by--
Farmers plowing

Exit 386
Wal-Mart, fast foods, and hotels-- 
Tourists stop

Modern businesses
Of every type one might need--
The short road to town

Refurbished storefronts
With arts antiques and barbers--
Downtown businesses

Houses big and small
Fill the local neighborhoods--
Quiet streets

State Parks, music fests
And neighborhood barbeques --

Outside of town
Beautiful farms and woodlands--
The rural folks

The river rises
Bringing water to my land --
Children in kayaks

The home of brave hearts
Who understand nature’s way --
King and rattlesnakes

The home of the free
Where people are seen smiling--
Live Oak, Florida

ã June 5, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member   MY LAND IS MY HOME 
Sponsored by: ~ SKAT ~

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Am I Still Forgiven

I did it again; I need forgiven.
Will He still forgive me even though I've fallen before?
I've fallen into these same sins countless times before;
I still haven't learned my lesson.
I am an ignorant hypocrite.
Am I still forgiven?

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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

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There have been times in our land
When our nation has had to take a stand.

It first began at Bunker's Hill
Where so many men were then killed.

All through that war with the British King
Men here in America were fighting and dying.

They were the first "Veterans" of the US,
When duty calls, there was always a surplus.

Always men of courage it takes it seems
Like those with Jackson at New Orleans.

There were "Veterans" who fought both South and North
When the country was split, her sons poured forth.

Healing those wounds would take some time
But in the end it came in line.

Of course no one remembers the row with Spain
Where America sent her men once again.

The "War to End All Wars" was more than a saying
As loved ones and sweethearts were left home praying.

Oh, Chateau Thierry, the Argonne, Belleau Wood and more
Are now in our history as battles of that war.

Then came the biggest war of all
When the world went crazy in '39's Fall.

Our "Veterans" were there too,
In Africa, Europe, and the Katmandu.

From Casablanca and Casserein on Africa's shore,
To Sicily, Anzio, Normandy, and the Bastogne's of that war.

The Pacific saw its share of death and hell
From the first bombs at Pearl Harbor to Gaudalcanal.

Many "Veterans" died at Iwo Jima, Saipan, Okinawa too,
They shed their blood for me and you.

After the end, we thought we might have some order,
Until the Communists in Korea crossed the border.

The Vietnam era was one of upheaval and race,
Some "Veterans" coming home even received a spit in the face.

For their part the "Veterans" were not to blame,
And for our country, it was a time of shame.

Dessert Storm and Dessert Shield put them in the MidEast
Where terror reigns with sate for a feast.

Yet, the soldier, sailor, or airman know,
If his country calls, he must go.

They follow the traditions of other "Veterans" you see,
They put their lives on the line for both you and me.

To the ones who have worn our country's uniform I say
"Thank You, Veteran", we should honor you with more than one day!

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God Will

God Will
By Nate Spears
Published 2010 in Inspiration 2 Smile by Nate Spears

When the most difficult times arrive
God will get you by 
When your down to you last penny 
God will stick with you
When it seems impossible 
God want let it stop you
Keep strong faith; strong faith will make it hard 
For any weapon formed against you
That weapon shall not commence you
Faith in GOD is nice
Don't give up
Just trust 
Enclose your palms
Spiritual blessing will combust 
When evil's fired your way
God will make your day.

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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.

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Shopping is a riot

Broke the door
Gotta Iphone4
I can't stop
Popped back in the shop
Ooh! ooh! another Iphone
Gotta go home 
Cant carry any more
Me arms are gettin’ sore
But I think I can manage two more
So back into the store
For me 8month olds son a fluffy toy
And me 8year old a game boy
I think I will call it a day 
Gotta home quick a and sell them on ebay.

*Bloody riots in London. When all the smoke settles who pays for it we do, the tax payer Bollocks.

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My Quiet Place

My quiet place is when my son is at school and my husband is at work the house is so quiet at times I can't remember the joy and fun. I get mighty lonesome at times but I know that I will have Caleb home soon and Wayne sometimes gets to drop by and say hello. He comes and goes so fast I get to feeling like we don't connect with eachother very much. 
I get in my comfy chair and open the door and blinds to see the nature outside. Nature is my most written about subject especially the birds and flowers. 
The different colors in the sky and flowers are a great inspiration to me. I know others who can be in a room full of people and tune out life and keep on writing. That is not me.
I need to be in a comfy envrionment.

My home is a quiet lonesome
Other dwellers roam free
My home is lonely with just me
Others don't care to be

Informed of my heart and souls depth
My home calls me to go
Where One knows and is known truly
Beyond the sky's rainbow

For Sara Kendrick's contest My Quiet Place

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The Petty Posh-WahZee - Liberation and Ostentation

The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation

The Not-So Distant Past:

The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves,
their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags,
are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice.

They endured brutal Apartheid harassment, detentions without trial,
torture in the cells, and mental anguish when loved ones disappeared,
they left their homeland, to continue the struggle against racial bigotry,
while countless others fought the scourge of white-minority rule at home.

Nelson Mandela and many, many others, spent their lives imprisoned,
on islands of stone, and on islands of the cruellest torture, yet they stood,
never bowing, never scraping, they stood, firm for ideals for which they were prepared to die,

and many, many comrades did die, at the hands of the callous oppressor,
and many, many comrades perished in distant lands, torn from their homes,
while the struggle continued, for decades, soaked in blood, in tears, in pain.

The Present:

19 years have passed, since freedom was secured at the highest of prices,
delivering unto us, this present, a gift of emancipation from servitude,

a freedom to walk this land, head held high, no longer second-class citizens,
in the land of our ancestors, whose voices we hear and need to heed today.

I do not care much for fashion, Lewis-Fit-On and Sleeves unSt.-Moron,
yet the ostentation that I witness baffles even my unsophisticated palate,

our ancestors' plaintive whispers are being dismissed, left unheeded, as
we browse the aisles for more and more, always for more and yet more.

Asphyxiated by the excess of the Petty Posh-Wahzee, we find ourselves,
perched precariously on the edge, of a dissolution of all that is humane,

babies go hungry, wives are battered, our elders left in hospitals for hours,
I cringe as I scribble these words, perhaps too sanctimonious and preachy,

yet I know, deep in the marrow of my brittle bones, I know, I know, I know,
this tree of freedom planted by the nameless daughters and sons of Africa,

needs to be shielded, nurtured, protected from our very own baser impulses,
so that the precious tree of freedom, may bear the fruit that may feed us all,

for if not, then we are doomed, to tip over, and into the yawning abyss, we shall fall.

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Before The Light

There are too many times when my eyes open and it’s still dark.

It’s useless to think that I’ll go back to sleep, and it’s no good at all to lay in bed and watch the passing parade of worries that comes marching down the Main Street of my mind. When I do that, the entertainment seems to take on its own life. The parade grows longer, more spectacular, with the noise of marching bands, my thoughts, growing louder. Clowns scurry ahead of the band leader, throwing red balls in the air. There are too many balls to count.

The best thing I can do for myself is to rise from my bed. But there are days when it seems too much to bear being home before the rest of the world rises. There’s just too much emptiness in my small house. 

I leave, escaping to DD's, where I sit and sip my coffee over a newspaper. Sometimes there are others sitting waiting for the light to come, too–like the woman who gives an animated “Hello” to everyone she meets, staring too long into our eyes. She takes out her cell phone to call a friend about the rashes on her legs. Something is biting her during the night. Raj and the other DD workers snicker, and I am drawn to–but at the same time repelled by–her morbid troubles.

Sometimes, in the winter, it seems as if the time I spend in the dark before the light comes is endless. I don’t think it’s normal for darkness to last so long; it’s probably one of the punishments for eating the apple in Eden.

I much prefer the early light of June and July, when the morning allows the gentle unfolding of life around me. Somehow, when the sun is in the sky at 6:30 a.m., a passing gasoline truck rattling my windows does not sound so lonely. Nor do I mind the sun revealing the stains from spring rains on my windows … or the birds loudly announcing their presence in the trees. Their manic chirping awakens schoolchildren eagerly counting down the days til summer.

When the darkness is especially long, and I have already sought out the comfort of others who cannot sleep, I will sometimes return home and do what I am so reluctant to do — sit still. I take up my position in a special chair near a window that looks out onto the street. I close my eyes and listen to the heated rhythms that only my body can make. My breath … my ins and outs.

But I wonder; why is it so hard to be still? Especially in the dark before the light.

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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part VI

Water licks your feet
Far cry from the beating sun
Desert sand to sea

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A Broken Family

Many people know the key points to having a HAPPY HOME.
Many people fail to realize, the key points to maintaining a HAPPY HOME.
Just because the bare necessities are being provided, does that make it a 
When people are smiling on the outside, does that make the inside of the HOME 
 Are the smiles, jokes, and stories, just a cover UP!
 For the HAPPY HOME they wish they HAD!
What exactly is the definition of a HAPPY HOME?
What exactly is the definition of a BROKEN HOME?
In that case what is the definition for a HAPPY FAMILY?
Or what is the definition for a BROKEN FAMILY?
People always tell me, why fix something if it’s not BROKEN?
Like there is not always needs to IMPROVE,
That which people think is not IMPROVABLE.
People that chooses to be HAPPY!
Still remain HAPPY!
Still remain UNHAPPY!
This must be one of the reasons, why we have BROKEN HOMES.
This must be one of the reasons, why we still have BROKEN FAMILIES!
Many people believe, why “fix” things if it’s not BROKEN?
Why, not fix the broken family when they are “HAPPY”?
Once the family is BROKEN,
It will be that much harder, to make it whole AGAIN!
Even THEN,
The family will never be the way it WAS!
Or could have been if not you WAITED.
A broken family is the direct reflection of a BROKEN WILL!
The direct reflection of a BROKEN SOUL!
With this many things BROKEN!
How easy do you think it will be to fix a BROKEN FAMILY!

Details | Free verse | |

Dead On My Own, Alive In Him

Faith is not failing me,
I am failing Him.
Why do I refuse to accept His grace?
Why would I rather live my life on my own
When He is extending a helping a hand?
I am depressed,
Dead on my own,
But I am alive in Him!
I give my life to Him for real;
I give Him my all,
And now I'm alive
Because He gives me life!

Details | Light Poetry | |

Looking at Me

Ma! He’s Looking At Me! Make him stop! MA! He’s LOOKING at ME!
And so goes life in the early morn. Two ragamuffins, in battle, and angry.
He touched me! He touched me first! He’s looking at me! Here we go, again.
Two children acting badly, as I stare them into submission, momentarily, amen.

While cleaning up after breakfast… they’re now running through the house.
Heaven should ever forbid, that they’d once, just once, be quiet as a mouse.
The second they come around me, I step out clearly between them, in their way.
Children can be exhausting in the antics, they find readily, that they can display.

Now don’t get me wrong, I love them, as one just skidded into the dog, in his way.
At this it’s a time out, and when finished different toys, in different rooms, horray!
But life is never that easy, as one tries to sneak past me, while he’s on the attack.
It’s just a simple bundle of energy, driving them, that, they never do seem to lack.

But every day there’s always an answer, to every prayer, that I have ever sent.
My sons had wound up the cats, and now are playing with them, till they’re spent.
Yes, you’re right it wasn’t my sons, and yes, it truly was their playful little cats.
Surely you didn’t think my sweet, darling, little children, would ever act like that?

In fact, once upon a time, you know, that of course, they actually did.
But they are past the terrible two’s now, and definitely more refined kids.
But as they head out, to catch the bus, one barrels past the other to the door.
Then he runs back skidding into the chair, as I hold the lunch out, he ignored.

Then the other, gives a push so fine, to tell him to hurry or they’ll be late.
But laughter rings out, as the girl next door, joins them, sweetly at the gate.

CSEastman 2-11-2013 Contest: Maybe I'm Amazed

Details | Free verse | |

The Honey, The Bees, The British and Their Tea

Sitting here drinking my wonderful tea is what i am doing if British i be, the bees fly around from 

flower to flower collecting more pollen for honey by the hour, our drink of choice is the tea that 

we drink the honey we add sweetens and pleases, so we're all connected the british and tea, the 

bees and flowers to honey you see. Honey is what we want when we come home from a bad day 

in cleveland, london, or rome. Honey says i'm glad that you're home and with a quick kiss the 

bad day is all gone. So thanks to the british that drink their tea because they give the bees 

reason to be and from that reason come the fruit of the flower, honey that sweetens the tea that 

we drink. The tea is your life, the bees are your job and the flower is the purpose for which we 

breathe, but the honey is the sweet that makes it all worth it for if a bee would not be then what 

would be then reason to drink this nasty tea.

Details | Triolet | |

Loyal Memories

Front porch wraps our home that we care about Leaves are trapped, as well as the memories We don’t have sad faces nor do we pout Front porch wraps our home that we care about Keeping the peace in the house there’s no doubt Love is remembered holding loyalties Front porch wraps our home that we care about Leaves are trapped, as well as the memories
Russell Sivey Contest: Poem writing contest: A Home Sponsor: Leonora Galinta 5/22/2013

Details | Rhyme | |

I Know of An Old Fashioned Family

There’s a family I know,  that may seem old fashioned.
But they serve others from a heart of compassion!

They don’t have much in the scope
 of entertainment.
But they have each other,
 and much contentment.

They have a love for God that comes from within!
And are thankful to the Lord
 for being their friend!

They don’t get too involved with that the world brings.
They have each others love.  
They have everything!

This family has been an inspiration to others too!
By their giving hearts, in much of what they do!

This family has a commitment to serve God above.
And have asked Jesus to fill them with his love!

This may seem old fashioned, 
not to have a lot of things…
But they know their Lord 
and the love that he brings!

I’m thankful to know them and their Godly inspiration…
I extend to them a heart of thanks  and appreciation!

Please dear Lord, bless and keep them in your arms!
Be with them Jesus, and protect them from harm!

May the blessings of God keep 
flowing through them!
And may the peace and joy of God continue to be with them!

By Jim Pemberton   05/29/13

Details | Ballad | |

I know You Cape Breton

Hey, how are you

	Have you heard this one?
	Where there’s a midnight sun

		Listen to me now,
		Listen up young one
		One day I left someone

	Where did you say
	you were going?
	She looked so sad
	with her tears showing

		showing her a map of you,
		around the world to you,
		flying so fast at you,
		I left my Papua New Guinea,
		my home sweet home for you.

			So... like déjàvu, 
			You look so...
			Do I know you?
			No, don't say no...
			I know you!
			you were in my dreams

	You know that moment, 
	when you see her, 
	the light,
	that shines, 
	that lifts you high 
	into outer space so high

oh how I longed for you,
Just you and me,
your seasons, my wonder..
I wonder when thunders,
remind my mind, 
my sleeping child,
suddenly awake,
But Nova's away..

	They say people say,
	you'd miss home, 
	you'll miss POM..
	you said no,
	No, No, No
	you'll be home
	From winter to Autumn
	Just you and I
	you'll be fine

		So when the leaves fall,
		Or when snow falls,
		Remember me,
		Remember us,
		Our time, may be dying,
		Maybe someday I'll find,
		My child no child,
		and the sun so fine,
		I'll be home bound,
			To my Ocean playground..


Details | Quatrain | |

Tranquil World

A house sits near a calm inspiring pond A peacefulness exists outside the home As I walk I can see the white shutters There’s beauty that I love as I go roam There is smoke coming out of the chimney The door, open, allowing people in The trees sure have the budding of green leaves This is a tranquil world that does begin The path carries me beyond this grand sight I no longer see the lovely home there The smoke is seen just over the large trees The lake is gone, but there's joy in the air Still there’s an aura of the calm and peace I feel it there in my heart with each step This sight will always stay deep within me I feel the heart and love with each footstep Russell Sivey

Details | Couplet | |


Copyright © 2012 
(A Purpose So Clear) 

Like children we fear 
  In secret a somber tear 

Like learning to walk 
 Babies listen to talk 

And reach for a hand 
  To help them stand 

This too, we all must do 
  By HIS Hand made anew 

by: LP

Details | Rhyme | |

Forever Changed

No longer here to sulk;
That only yields more pain.
Here I am to live these words:
I am forever changed.

Details | Crystalline | |

Home of the Wild

                                 I give you caves, I let you nest
                                     In the Branches of Eternity

                              Always you burrow your tunnel to life
                                         In the flesh of my being
                                           May I be Your castle

                           For the Bear, Moose, Fox, Eagle and Deer
                                Claim the Mountain top ; FOREVER

                                          I am the Mountain
                                     Home of Existing Wild Life 
                                       YOUR Home is my Home

                    Inspired by the Contest : “  Nature, Four in One “
            Sponsored by “  Constance La France , ~ A Rambling Poet ~
                                               5th Place

                          Written by : HGarvey Daniel Esquire

                      Dedicated to My GOD  :  Maker of Nature

Details | Epic | |

The Pirate and the Princess

Alas morning has come, 
the treacherous storm has passed
Anticipation heightens my senses as the wind swirls past, 
The essence of musk engulfs me;
Replacing the aroma of sea salt that once filled the misty air
I am assured that my beloved pirate is homeward bound

Perched upon my lighted tower
I gaze out across the horizon, waiting, hoping 
For that first glimpse of the storm tattered sails 
That adorn the vessel that had denied me that which makes me whole

Although the competition that vies for the heart of the Pirate may be grandiose,
There can be only one victor!

I cachinnate at your feeble attempt
To match wits with my poetic prose
Step aside Oh witch of the sea
And wipe the gull crap from your nose

Tis my beauty and grace that will prevail
I am the picture in his mind
You are just a barnacle
Hideous and unrefined

I pity you and your reckless dreams
Of captivating the Pirates heart
For no wretched wench of the sea
Could ever keep us apart

A Pirate does not long for
Raunchy harlots dressed in rags
Courtesans with damaged goods
Or withered old sea hags

Nor is it a rotund woman 
Paunchy and robust
That titillates his senses 
Filling his loin with lust

It is I dressed in fine linen
Pink orchids in my hair
The scent of passion I emanate
Will be more than he can bear

So step aside young peasant girls
Watch and whimper in despair
As he chooses the lovely Princess
Both voluptuous and fair

Your songs are inchoate and crude
Like the Sirens fatal call
I sing my celestial serenade
Your harm it will forestall

(Song of the Princess)

For I am your ardent Mariner
Manning the beacon that lights your way
Pacing the gallery day and night
From my post I will not stray

Time has yet to diminish
The taste you left behind
That gentle kiss that bid farewell
Remains within my mind

The vacuity induced by your absence
Has been replaced with a burning desire
To settle myself upon your manly hood
And extinguish the sensual fire 

I touch my fingers to my lips
Then place them at my heart
A tear descends down my cheek
Creating the waters that keep us apart

In desperation I call to Poseidon
Great God of the sea
Hear my prayers, feel my pain
Bring my pirate back to me 

Please hurry home sweet Captain 
Oh pirate of the sea
Hurry home to the one you love
Well all know that ‘s me!

To all the strumpets that compete
It's time that we retrench
Save your hearts and walk away
He’ll chose the Princess not the wench

Details | Senryu | |

The Kids of Divorce

Mom and Dad divorce; the kids are damaged for life; but some are relieved.

Details | Alliteration | |

Homes and Holes

Dreadful dawn dug doggedly deep, dazed dues
Prickle-prone paths  pierce peer-less purpose
Buried bricks burn beneath brine and blood
Homes and holes hitch-hike heated Hours

Sync'd steps stoop, saddling steely shores
Shadows of sagging shoulders shed shrewd strokes
Sanctioned sympathy sealed and soiled in stoic stories
Homes and Holes hauling hymen of horror hormones

Nagging newts nutured nadir of nervous noisome nuns
Jilted jones jaded in jiltery journey of jerky joules
Measled mare much-malligned by myriad of magnetic manacles
Homes and holes held hostage in hidden hydrogen hades

Details | Free verse | |

I Messed Up

Lord, please forgive me.
I need You.
I messed up.
Please, save me.
Thank You.
I trust You.
I love You.
I am a hypocrite.
Please, change me.
Thank You.

Details | Rhyme | |

Ode to My neighbour The Woodpeckers

By Sashi. Prabhu(zeauoxian) 1/3/2012.

Often, I glimpse from my roof top garden, leftward, From the sedentary swing but I know the descent of woodpeckers have soared. From the vertical column sans a crown of leaves of rotted dead wood, Once, which was in its own right a magnificent coconut tree where it stood. Freshness, splendor, Vitality and flexibility of a live tree all depleted and gone, T’was a pertinent choice for the woodpecker mates to build a home foregone. Abundantly birdies flock, Pigeons, robins, mynahs, hornbills, cranes and parrots, On the evergreen nearby tamarind tree, but the woodpeckers my eyes ferrets. From that eventful day my eyes they set upon, Their wood pecking bills would on the bark sculpt and impinge on. A homely hole to drill, Their head moving rhythmically and looks like a cap with red frill. Twenty five days back they first arrived I lucidly recollect, Ten days, a pair of hatched altricial chicks, mates from adversaries’ have to protect. One morn had me glancing to the oval cavital hole on the bark, And feasted my eyes on feeding chicks being readied, their lives to embark. Blissful and content , I recollect now I sat a bit longer to observe and discern, Glorious hues, auger bill, cap with red frills, of the peckers as they take their unambiguous turns. To zip across like beige, buttery yellow plumaged darts across the lush foliage all green, Within, watchable bounds to fetch, insects, worms and saps as nutriment routine. The chicks I saw they peek out of the shielded barky holes with awe, Strength it seems to me have filled their wings bill and sharpened claw. Now I wonder if I can listen to the joyous feminine “chrr” and the shrill masculine “kwirr”. As the young chick in the hole frolicking, giving it a try to fly, Away in the wide world after saying a good bye onto the sky very high………… Now the mates without emotions, kerfuffle and ado, To each other, their home and their prying neighbour me have bid “adieu”. Often, I glimpse from my roof top garden, leftward, From the sedentary swing but I know the descent of woodpeckers have soared

Details | Imagism | |


In the village that where my life burrow
In the fields, I roam and play
In Catholic School, my knowledge grow
Through experience, I mature in bay

Coconut trees adorns the house
Luscious grasses floods in clause
Flowers of white, pink & red invites 
To anyone who passes, it entice

Familiar persons halts and talk
A wink, a wave or a little distance walk
Shared by youth, couple and folks
Freely caring, not effacing a hulk

Children roam and run
Everyone seem having fun
Under the warmth of the sun
As if a goddess span her wand

Turning a regular day to a special one
Everyone will try to welcome
It must be! It must be!
This should be a wonderful realm

By: olive_eloi

Details | Sonnet | |

A Day To Be With You

"Home grown tomatoes, home grown tomatoes"
Whenever see them, my thoughts turn to you
Home grown potatoes, home grown potatoes
Whenever peel them, my thoughts turn so blue

"That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday"
Where freedom from mundane chores fade, fade
Like washing human made clothes come wash day
No more will life be feelings masquerade

"Where sunshine on my shoulder makes me happy"
Sunny day that I could just spend with you
Both free from pain we're no longer snappy
In the warm sunshine we our love renew

"In rocky catheral that reach to the sky"
"Let me kiss you,""Then close your eyes".

John Denver's 
Stanza 1:"Home Grown Tomatoes"
Stanza 2: "Take Me Home, Country Roads"
Stanza 3: "Sunshine On My Shoulders"
Stanza 4:  Line 1, "The Eagle And The Hawk"
                Line 2,  Two lines from:"Leaving, On A Jet Plane"

Inspired by Tracie's contest
"Sing A Song For Me"

Details | Rhyme | |

Thank you for fighting for my freedom

You fought over the smallest of sand
For my country in a foreign land
Advance all the time and never retreat
USA is number one and can never be beat
The military taught you how to survive
I hope you can make it home alive

When everything is all said and done
You fought with your life for my freedom
Thank you for fighting for me
Now I know freedom doesn’t come free
What you did for America makes me feel over come
Thank you for fighting for my freedom

Remember them for the blood the gave
To make America home of the brave
Army Navy Air force Marine
Toughest old boys you’ve ever seen
Hopefully they’ll get back to those crying mothers
They will be alright with they’re band of brothers

When everything is all said and done
You fought with your life for my freedom
Thank you for fighting for me
Now I know freedom doesn’t come free
What you did for America makes me feel over come
Thank you for fighting for my freedom

They sent them to the school of hard knox
Now they’re coming home in a pine box
Put their remains in a body bag
In honor they gave their family a folded flag
Remember them when you pray
Stand tall for them and remember them on Veterans Day

Details | Rhyme | |

I'm Not the Kind of Dad That I Need to Be

I’m Not the Kind of Dad That I Need to Be! I remember reading the Bible to my son. But what a mess, my life has become! My children told me, they were proud of their dad! Now they say they’re embarrassed and sad. I once lived a Godly life! I really did! Just look at me now! And how I live! Things in life I once called wrong and sin. Are now causing me to stumble again. God's word I had loved! Jesus was my treasure! I "traded my soul" for what gives me "pleasure." I’m not the kind of father that I need to be! What kind of example will my family find in me? Will I grow stubborn to God as I age? Replacing his peace, for anger and rage? I need Jesus to bring peace to my troubled soul! I ask YOU Lord to make me clean and whole. Restore unto me the joy of my salvation. By your blood, make me a new creation. Words alone cannot truly express… This family God's given to me. I am so blessed! By Jim Pemberton

Details | Free verse | |

I of all people got BIN Laden Shot, me Troy Jeremy Nelson got bin Laden shot

well first let me start with thanking that little girl who gave me a tic tac
it all started when i was 16, but didnt actually happen until i was 24
i was actually trying to take down a drug ring scandal
based in edson alberta
i guess out of confusion to protect my own life there ws a fire

always kind of wondered why the friendly people at the mental health check ups 
never had an answer as to why i was always sick, and why there was nothing being 
done for the people i had affected or thge ones who just gave me temporary brain 

later on in life i began writing poetry, poetrypoem, poetry soup, and several other 
blogs, i joined everything
the obsessive compulsive people person that was like never supposed to know he 
was ocd finally clued in

these are the things my enemy has done to me, there is a pile of dead bodies left in 
their wake in my life
im not backing down
ive had sex less times than i can count

so yeah I of all people mastermined word of mouth to get that man waxed

poetry site after poeytry site to gain support
to live with people from my country and hand out controversial table top talkers of 
conversation as paintings, and controversy

something to call home about, this person or that person, to be somebody

i incorperated everybody, anybody who was ever somebody who cared to see the 
end of this nightmare and have their turn to see earth win a war

and here is the difference, when you come to kill these people in this game of string 
theory of people pointing the finger in the right direction of who needs to die,
people are going to come out of the woodworks cheering and screaming and 
wanting to shake your hand for murdering the people who just wrecked their lives, 
their husbands, mothers brothers and sisters life too

The paintings was just a part of the sting operation
compared to what i was doing gover the internet creating support and concern in a fan 
base where one could take notes and gather they have just made a huge mistake 
when it came to using the war crime of seduction to not let me have sex any more 
often than ive been in an ambulance

me it was me, I got bin laden shot, troy jeremy nelson, me of all people, hahahaha
he couldnt even count to 85 or operate a spade, and i got him shot, i suck

the telephone callls from these people here to their people back home to your 
people over there, so you could meet half way and point the fingers properly
the swearing and cursing
the sexuallly aggrevated

Details | Quatrain | |


It's like a weight lifted off of my heart;
I am no longer torn apart.
Thank God you are safe;
Everything is okay.

Details | Dramatic Verse | |


written 2nd Aug 2013

This life is not as it should be
 pick up your wife, can't you see 

You're her husband, stand up!
 give her a reason, to again believe

She means 'everything' this family
 shutting the door leaving her totally... Alone

Do you actually know her at all...
 damaging her heart and soul, deep within it's cold

Loneliness consumes her, it's been so long
 it must be you still love her?

Are you willing to help her to her feet again?
 or shall you sit back and watch, as she see's the end

This is completely left for only you, her husband to declare
 how much does she really mean to you still care?

Will you step up, or let her rot into total depression, you see it...
 Love and care, or death and dispirit

It's all up to you!
 Her loving husband, what will you do.....

Details | Free verse | |

Beautiful Children

Singing around in love;
Smiles built from the ground.
Holding hands in the dance;
Laughing with brothers and sisters,
All in His Glorious Name.
Throughout His perfectly sculpted land:
Look around because this is it;
Look around because this is love;
Look around and know, understand, comprehend,
Rejoice because you are perfect;
You are God's beautiful children!

Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part V

The English weather:
Rainclouds follow us from home
There is no escape.

Details | Verse | |

I like your love

I like your love
It's pure, it's innocent
and I don't think I've seen this before

You replenish my reserves before it's necessary 
you lift my wings up and 
make me superior to my adversary 
Creatively providing the exact amount of 
what I need to go another day
I like your love
and for as long as you'll have me I'll stay

You make me comfortable in my space
What she share cannot be replaced
with any other type of love
be it artificial or tainted or lustfully blatant 
Those illusions don't exist because
we found this love and we claimed it

I cherish those nights when I scratch your head
When you sit between my thighs and I twist your dreads
We become an us that is so pure
that the spring waters question the purity of it's source
I like your love - it's a divine force

Details | Dramatic monologue | |


You do not expect me I am going to describe the stands
Or the moon that is reflected on the river's water
Or the ghostly tribes running along Winnibigoshishi Lake,
Up to the Shakopee and down to the Sioux City,
But the holdings and the last fragrances
Thatt have been grown along my Mississippi Nights.

Since my childhood, no shadows, no scarlet
Has been broken, and back I go:
I was five years old, teeny and dark, so beautiful around my mother's arms,
All proud and bough, and I sung all summer
As I was watching my Mississippi Nights.

Long tales as they had been told through the stripped dance 
And drowsy learning, yet it already has been  told by wrinkled faces,
And by those toothless mouths, that arisen sun has gone,
In such fashion of pain and smoke,
But no one could tell me after the long ceremony
How beautiful and still my Mississippi Nights.

From the South to the North; from Granite Falls to
Prairies Island, I knew every stone and leaf, the flavor
Of the smokes and shine, the cute young Indian girls
Who were best known, that by June 
I fell and hit -- even though I was skinny and dumb --
Every girl in delight but there was nothing like than my Mississippi Nights.

As a man now so unique and coward!
From whom I have got no Indian Blood Left,
Princely I bent. Not to risen against the Great Spirit
Even perhaps by pain and love I should say
But I was still looking at myself through my Mississippi Nights.

Graceful and healthful to the tradition I call you too my strong boy.
Along with my Indian woman, now fifty-two, and caring spring she has before;,
Through the lower Sioux, and the higher St. Cloud and beyond,
And somewhat south and north, I must demand
To myself to see once more my Mississippi Nights.

Details | Free verse | |

marking my friends on poetry soup.- the Lord helped me fight death and won.

i don't want to be just marking

time.  i died on november 20,

2008, during surgery.  i was

on a vent when i awakened 

december 2, sisters'

birthday. what made me llive

i'll never know.  i know there

are things to do on this side

of death.

i have no time for marking time.

i have a stupid bag hanging from

my side now.  i am supposed to

"get comfortable with it".  well

that was a laugh.

that was a laugh until i thought

of the people that had these

things with no hope of ever

getting away from them.

i am so lucky.  14 days i laid

on a vent, then 22 more.

i came home 3 days, 


i had
great pain in my chest...
well this is great i said,

a pulmonary emboli, 15 more

days, three days home.

then back to e.r. blood pressure

too high.  this bought me 

4 more days in e.r.

i am home now and finally 

have spent 19 days home.

i feel every pain and i feel

every time that i feel good

yes, i am never marking

time again.....there is

something about fighting

for your life and your sanity

that straightens things out.

i don't recommend it but

i wish i could let your hearts

know what i know.


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm Coming Out And Am Proud Of It

There are proud people “coming out!” Yet, they have no idea what real life is about! Many brag about a lifestyle that’s revealing. Yet have lost God’s purpose and meaning! I’m coming out for Jesus! I’ve nothing to hide! I’ve asked him to take away my sin and pride! Of my own accomplishments... I’ve nothing to boast! But I’m proud of God the father, son and holy ghost! Whatever pride we have… We’ve all sinned! Jesus told us; “you must be born again!” Nothing that I’ve done is worth “bragging of.” Rather, I’ve done things that I’m ashamed of! But God reached down to where I was standing! And filled my life with his peace and understanding! The more I have of Jesus, the less I need of me! His power alone is what can truly set me free! I’m coming out for Jesus! The redeemer of my soul! I’m going to shout it! So the whole world may know! I’m not ashamed of Jesus! I am NOT! By his mercy… My sins have been blood bought! For each step you take to God… He takes two! Won’t you allow him to do his work through YOU? A life of righteousness and holiness is what God is asking! Come now! And receive HIS life! It’s everlasting! By Jim Pemberton

Details | Rhyme royal | |


Sometimes I wish never be part of something
Cautious I must; with the kind of wishes I make.
I mostly have a little share in the family cake.
Quiet a pain, but it doesn’t find itself repeating.
Happy Today – Tomorrow Sad.

The exciting part is that, there is a hand when needed.
I find a shoulder to rest on when burden-loaded.
Like trees never do away with water.
So it is as to a son to the family, never falter.
“I love you Son” – cheered by Dad.

Mum, like the chameleon changes as to our state of facade.
The words of her punishment, feels like a stain in the eye.
She really is brave – fought well, now needs my aid.
The love- hate, joy-sorrows, the truth and lie -
These are the ties that forever bond family.

Brothers so true and passionate,
Eldest; David – gentle lad, gifted hands in architect.
Youngest; Evans – so much of personality mandate.
Dad - a quiet figure, always by our side; ever ready to protect.
Quiet blessed: True Definition of A family.

Details | I do not know? | |

The Canvas of Night

The Canvas of Night

Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,

enthralled by the wonder of the cosmos,
my dreams take to the heavens in effervescent flight,

I bathe in the beauty, soaked in sublime delight,
absorbed in moments of bliss, transfixed by the serene sight.

Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,

and my being is infused with feelings of hope,

for even in darkness  I find the sprinkled sugar of hope's light.

note: special thanks to one of my heroes, the late Dr. Carl Sagan, for making science accessible to younger me, many, many moons ago.

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It's Simple

It's simple.
We make it much more complicated than it is;
Just live.

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Children NOT in need

In the peaceful bliss of mornings early light,
As calm and silent as a graveyard at night.
Thoughts of joy delude the sight,
As the thoughts are of the past and all it’s delight.
Whence the sounds of movement, happiness and joy,
Now is the silence, anguish, unease of the mourning ploy.

Removed from sight but never from the heart,
Always in the mind, even though were apart.
To see and hear you, every day, every part,
Knowing your not there but soon, and with a fresh start.
You will be back here, in the home where you belong,
We can start to build our future, with hearts that are strong.

The bonds that do tie,
Are stronger, even than time.
Times you are absent is time we will bide,
Then fight with all our might until home you reside.
Uneasy are you captors, as their action’s are unjust,
Realising their mistakes, in where they placed false trust.

Panic sets in as consent is withdrawn,
In court there mistakes, they now must scorn.
Their unjust actions, soon to be brought to light,
For their reputation, again they must fight.
But the battle ahead, they know they can’t win,
For their actions are nothing, but filled with sin.

Punishment sounds nice but is not my desire,
Having my kids back in my arms, that’s my prior,
Second to this, have them to reform, 
Their policies, their action, to finally conform,
To the vow that they sworn, to protect the children,
Not deny them their happiness or stop them from living

To act where it’s needed, as much as they should,
Not too little or much that reverses the good.
Look deep at themselves to stop all the wrongs,
Come good in their work and have praise as their songs.
Save the heartache they cause for so many families;
And help where it’s needed, not punish minor discrepancies.

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I gave you the tale of my computer
Last month 
All is working....... 
Well sort of.

And again it came down to me to put in a network card.
It put up a stubborn  fight 
But two days later I MADE IT WORK! 
It really wasn't that hard

But there were other things 
Like licenses for the vehicles and me
Mine was the problem
My birth certificate name was different you see.

I had had it changed
But who knows in what state
The lawyer said "shoot
The one on your birth certificate will do.".

The Kansas license was personalized
And a beautiful thing
I decided I'd  keep it 
And one day put it out for all to see.

When I removed it 
I brought it inside
Washed and dried it 
And set it aside.

One evening Shirlee and Fred came by
On their way home from work
I wasn't here but they left some no, no's
For my dessert.

The next day they came by to give me a ride
It was off to garage sales we would go
Shirlee looked at me and said
"Mom is that your idea of a joke?"

I didn't pick up on what she meant
And she pointed toward the stove.
" I mean ," she said "Do you intend to leave your 
License plate up there?"

I told you it was special,
I didn't want it to get hurt
So I placed it on the vent
Above the cook stove to make sure.

It was tan 
And a buffalo stood with pride
The letters C I L E
Were printed on it's side.

I still didn't get the drift
Until she pointed to the four little words
And Read 

I had to sit down 
I was laughing so hard 
And when I think back
I still get a charge.

I haven't yet found my home on the range 
But I'll tell you this my friends
Following the next four lines 
You can add the word, AMEN

No more cooking 
I am through
If you can't use the micro wave

                              Cile Beer

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God's Grace

The blue waters,
The green trees,
The blue skies,
The light breeze,
The crisp air,
The birds sing,
The puffed clouds;
The awakening.

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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.

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You Better Brush Your Teeth

Hey Yo plaq is whack
Tell it to get back fast
Infact kick it out
With the arm and hammer
Then finish with floss
For the glits and glamour
Now you are the boss
Of your own teeth and gums
But Ill share my loss
So you'll never lose one

One day my tooth ached so bad I could weep
I recieved my first and last cavity
Oh how my mom and dad were mad at me
Because I didn't do what they asked of me
Now my sis and the whole class laughs at me
Cause all can I eat is easy mac n cheese
and no more sweets like sour patch kids for me
So Listen to your parents, jack and steve
Because you do not want to act like me
And end up with a toothless tragedy

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Where Wild Violets Grow

Where Wild Violets Grow

Scribbling these verses,
caressing your bare back,
simple rhymes,
flowing from my fingertips.

Scribbling verses,
sprinkling odes to fragrant promises,
your smile lightens the burdens,
off my heavy heart.

Scribbling verses,
soaked in countless kisses,
the moonlight waltzing on your skin.

Scribbling verses,
feeling you,
your love never ceases to flow,

through the streams of my mind,
to a place of our own,
where wild violets grow

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Heading for a new Home

"Everybody deserves a change in life and hope for a better one....even a pebble" Heading for a new home now I am sinking down and down, touching the aquatic plants around got to reach the bottom somehow. I am sinking down and down after creating a ripple in water, got to reach the bottom somehow hope this life will be far better. After creating a ripple in water a life without any ripple till date, hope this life will be far better past was something want to forget. A life without any ripple till date under the scorching heat of sun, past was something want to forget until you picked me just for fun. Under the scorching heat of sun a new life was a dream for me, until you picked me just for fun I am into the deep blue sea. A new life was a dream for me, touching the aquatic plants around I am into the deep blue sea heading for a new home now. ========================== Placement: 6th;(August 2011) By:kashinath karmakar Contest:A Poem,Please Sponsor:Constance La France

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The World Needs You, Lord

The world needs You, Lord;
We all need You too.
Alone, we battle and fall apart,
But we live joyful freedom with You:
Created anew in Your perfect image;
In Your Holy Name!
We pray,

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We live we die and then we eat pie,
Sharing it with angels in the sky
To drown the sorrow and the pain
To stop time and start life all over again

But no, this is how its to be 
we live we die for our country
And if we make it home again
We hope our country will be our friend
To some of us life begins,
But to others comming home is the end.

Our lives are over, our future on ends
our country neglects us
there is no end, to the hurt 
that never ends.

So we live, we die and the we ear cheese
While our country does what it please.

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And The Door Opened

The phone rang early in the morning waking me from a sound sleep, The hospital called to say that Gramma had gone into a coma deep, I’ll get dressed and come to the hospital right away to sit by her side The nurse said don’t bother, she won’t know you, and alone she died. ...and the door opened, from deep within, something stirred inside. Excruciating pain happened, it seemed to come out of nowhere, What is this, I am only fifteen, it gave me the biggest scare, You have stones the surgeon said, it is a gallbladder attack, Had major surgery at a young age and I never looked back. ...and the door opened, from deep within, my life began to get on track. After two heart attacks that left you with only 20 percent cardiac function, In a wheelchair from rheumatoid arthritis, your life was now at a junction, Caring for you at home was no longer an option, we could not manage, Dying in the nursing home, a private room was their offered advantage. ...and the door opened, from deep within, I had to right this disadvantage. Your mind slipping, caring for yourself was something you no longer knew, With complete guilt, the admission to a nursing home was all I could do, Eyes vacant starring off in space, you didn’t know me or any other guest, Maybe it was self-preservation that protected you from this place, it was best. ...and the door opened, from deep within, I tried to continue on my quest. After this, I took early retirement but feeling I still have more to give, Quietly I listen to your last story as you work hard to continue to live. Sitting with you while your wife goes out, I tenderly hold your hand, For no one should every feel alone or abandoned, in this our caring land. ....and the door opened, from deep within, being a nurse is all I understand. Written September 30, 2011
For Paula Swanson's contest Opened doors Won 5th place

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The babyish me

Beauty lamented when faced with that babyface O do give me more loveliness, with red lace! Such innocent eyes, Cunning and wise! The age of that baby girl Revolved around two in our world Yet, she was an attractive one Charming one, magnetic one None could get jealous of her beauty Except beauty itself in all simplicity If she was hungry, she ate like a bird If she was thirsty, she drank only curd If she fell while running, she stood and smiled If she cried, her surroundings made her not feel exiled! Dressed in her favourite red dress, She listened to old stories on her mattress And fell in deep slumber while dreaming of the Lord And how it is like in his peaceful abode! At two, this cute babyface, surrounded with black hair Could only jump and exalt at life without any care!

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Hope is lost.

I have lost my way.

Just wanting to find my way home.

Kept thinking I knew the way,

Little did I know.....

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My Love

my love...

my love blossoms amidst the thunder

across the oceans and the beyond the seas

my love reaches out and touches

the moments of bliss as the loneliness flees

my love is simple
with profound feelings of yearning desire

my love rages within
the furnace of this aching heart's unquenchable fire

my love basks in the warmth of the knowledge

that in the spring it takes root and it will flower

my love breathes in the light fragrance

of her hair after her warm and delicate shower

my love remembers drowning in her eyes

of those ethereal moments frozen forever more

my love recalls the fleeting ticking of the clock

each minute apart stabbing at my very core

my love she knows I need her so

for she needs me just as much

my love she sprinkles light flourishes of her sensual touch

as my love for her continues to ceaselessly grow

my love reaches down into the crevasses of my of being

my love for her is held onto deep inside

for in the coming of the cold ache of seperation

my love settles between the folds of her heart, for 'tis there that my love for will reside

my love like an eternal dream caresses me in wakefulness and in sleep

and that is the feeling that I shall cherish

a feeling of love that has settled in me 

a feeling so pure and a feeling so very deep...

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For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...

it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...

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This was my Home where I Grew up many Moons ago.

I Shared an Abundance of Great Memories at 133 Linden Drive in Fairmont, Minnesota.

My Father, Mother, and Brother All Shared in my Growth and Joy.

I Remember Swimming in the Lake, which was only a block away.

I Remember Running down to the Lake and Jumping off of the Dock into the Water.

What a Fun Memory Swimming in Lake Sisseton!

I Remember walking down to Mrs. Enge's House for my Piano Lesson's every week.

I Remember Wonderful Christmas's with Family and Friends.

I Remember having a Street Wide Rummage sale with all of the Neighbors Participating on Linden Drive.

I Remember Playing with the Neighbor Kids.

I Remember making Snow Forts in the Snow with my Brother Brandon.

I Remember Sledding on the Snow down Linden Drive with such utter Excitement and Fun!

I Remember having Swedish Meatballs on Christmas Eve with my Mom, Dad, and Brother.

I Remember Celebrating my High School Graduation Party at the House, what a Rewarding and Fun Day!

I Remember Many Great Memories at my former Home on Linden Drive.

Most of All, I Remember the Love and Joy we Shared as a Family through the Years.

These Memories will Last Forever and Transcend Money, Greed, Space, and Time...

In The End, All We Have Are Memories...

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I am a hypocrite and look what I just did:
I fell into my darkest pit; now, again, and again.
I thought that I was strong enough to live the truths I said;
Now I realized I'm much too weak; a fool too ashamed to raise his head.
God, please save me, please forgive me, and please give me strength. 
I love You.
I thank You.
I am forever changed.

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My heart is filled;
I've found everything I need.
Here I stand,
Finally off my knees.
I found love in Him,
And He found love in me.

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Unashamed Self-Promotion


Greetings, good and kind fellow Soup-ers!

'Tis wonderful, I say,
to be a Soup-er, so if I may,

I humbly request you to lay down your pen dipped in fine ink,
and visit my blog which can be found at the following link: 

Now if this blatant self-promoting of mine seems rude,
I ask for your generous forgiveness, dear fellow Soup-er,

And wish you a day, that is peaceful, kind, and just plain super!

So cheers from the scribbler for now,
and as I take leave, my fellow Soup-ers,
I, in courtesy, to you all, do bow!


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Please don't
They are angry
At us for deceiving
We're left in this cold alley
Thrown like dog's
Im waiting for the right time
But my pulse is not going so fast as when they were here
Because of a religion im a target
Because i want to be myself
They want me
And my beloved 
Please tell me your ok
Tell me is over now
All she asked me
My self with frozen tears falling down
A little bit longer and we are gonna be in heaven
She said i am lying
I said
Sometimes truth is hidden between lies
She want's me to hold her tight
But we must play dead until every one else die
I asked her back
Do you remember?

When We met each other
Playing dead with the dogs
She said back
I do
And look at us now
Playing dead again with death by the side
I told her there how much i loved her
She stood quiet
After long seconds she said with her trembling voice
Me too
Snow is cold
Heart is not strong
I told her to focus
It was gonna be over soon
Then she said repeated i love you
Then i stood quiet
I was gonna say love you too
When a soldier jumped at us and started shooting at the dead bodies
I looked at her pretty eyes
Her frozen lips i say the move and i spelled "I Love You"
Right there bullets got her
Her blood was every were
The soldier wasted all his bullets
Then he left
My cried there
But the cold didn't my tears fall

Two nights later
The invasion was over
I was able to stop playing dead
I ran to her body
And hug it tight
Saying sorry and repeating i love you hundreds of times
For that time the sun shined bright on that solo tunnel
I looked at the sun with fear
And asked why did she left...
She promise me before they came here she wasn't gonna die
Not with my son inside
Then tears broke from my eyes like a river
Two lives in one
How can that embrace my life
Then i stood up and walked away
Leaving behind
The note i never lend to her...


My love, much time have passed since last time, i am most certain i haven't called either
send a picture of me, but everything is fine, hope you are too, by the way i wanted to
remind you how much and how strong i love you, i promise one thing, I will not die, you
will see me one more time, a time that will cut forever, hope the sun is burning bright
there, i heard snow is bad, i will come back home in 6 days, ti'll then put your love on
the pocket, i'll be back home darling... 

Much Love, your Husband Wes Ortiz

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I Noticed the Words Jesus Loves You above Your Door

I Noticed; “Jesus Loves You,” Above Your Door!

I noticed a sign, “Jesus Loves You,”
 above your front door.
I want to know about him!
I want to know more!

Could you tell me without 
any hesitation...
About Jesus and his plan 
of salvation?

Could you tell me about
 being born again?
And share with me how
 much you love him?

What is it like to become
a Christian?
And to serve Christ,
 As a daily mission?

I want to know how God 
has changed you!
I don't really know whom else to turn to.

Are you one that I can
 really depend?
I assume that Jesus is 
your best friend?

Please listen to what 
I have to say...
And spend some of your time
 with me today!.

By Jim Pemberton    

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home, when can i be with you?

laughter around a room..
familiar faces doesn't leave any doom..
under the dusk of moon..
i will be there soon..

scents of fresh buds and dews .
it beckons memories many not few..
walking circles with my shoes
shifting melodies in cues...

in the little kitchen
i saw mama in big mittens
holding viands and flans
exaggerating any bounded plans...

outside, lots of puppies
running jumping with glee..
some waggles their tail
some hounding in frail..

deepening outside..
old faces side by side..
all they are what a sight..
they'll be glad im on cite..

missing home; missing home..

my heart warms just thinking its soon...

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Of Mother

For Mothers

In the break of dawn you rise to greet
The first streak of sunlight rising from mountain crest
Your silhouette roams the four corners of your domain
With rolled up sleeves ready for the day

Each day your sweat brings comfort and peace
As you work while children are asleep
As they wake up smile painted on their cheeks
For a warm welcome and early morning feast

Warm embrace and encouraging words
Of wisdom and patience, unyielding virtues
Reminders enfolding young minds in troupe
While treading a road  with wisdom they go

For once I stop, take off my hat
Sublime, unconditional, divine creation
Amidst the turbulence besetting this world,
Deserving admiration, and love most of all.

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Thanksgiving with the Clan

T ake home a plump turkey and invite him for the night
H ave plenty of cornbread stuffing to do him up right
A sk grandpa, grandma, uncle, and aunts too
N eighbors can come if they don’t bring a crew
K itchen reeks with homemade pies in the oven
S ure smells sweet, lots of home cooked loven
G ather the clan at the table for a blessing
I gnoring everyday life that was depressing
V ent to God what life dealt you throughout the year
I nclude thanks for every armed force volunteer
G iving freedom of choice to every new pioneer 

D ivide the tribes into a flag football game rouse
A fter quiet digestion of the entire house
Y ield to a fun sport in a gaming carouse

Copyright © 2010  By Caryl S. Muzzey

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Treasures of your soul

Life is Harsh, Life is good
Only the few of the proud 
Those men that stand for a great nation
Their life at the stake
So rough and sharp
Every day is another challenge 
For them and for all
Freedom we all hope
But sometimes feel lost
Never give up that spark 
Hope don’t give it up for a price 
And when I see these great men and woman
Risk their life for a single child lost
With guns all around and wars of hate
I feel blessed as my country truly stands brave
A child is a gift of new life and hope
As I see the children in their arms saved at last
Only then will I ever know true courage
This is a path we should always cherish and follow
When the flame burns out nothing is left but stay strong
So please don’t shed a tear I am right here
By your side always and forever  
Our country stands not alone, but as one
Heart filled with love


Poem for Treasures of Your soul contest
for Gail 

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What Lurks Within

The room stands empty now
But it was not always so.
These bare walls enfold
and protected the past.

Memories lurk here... 
The corners are filled with
tears, laughter and the 
scent of yesterday.

In the end that is all
there is.. pictures in 
the mind and the sound
that time makes in passing.

Bare walls I do not see..
I see the memories that
grab your heart and hold
it fast. Light through the
window dances in the
soul.....the memory of a 
room, and the life that
was lived there.

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Tangled Vines

Tangled vines crawl up the old, white brick home They move here and there as if they’re alive They’re sheltered under the roof, free to roam Many places in this scene, they could strive Leaving a great aura about this dive Vines cross each other, leaves an awesome look Better than lines written in any book Both the old house and the dead vines have grace They align pulling you in like a hook Soothing and calming you watch them take chase
Entrant into Constance La France's "Tangled Vines" contest 6/29/2013

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Africa III

Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast

Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self 
aching to be seen

Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds 
In these home is found

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard

Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage

Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight

Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold

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Time is Precious

Time is precious.
Not much time; before . . .

I leav home . . .  and . . . 

I'm out on my own.

My life has flown by my big open eyes.
Only two years before . . .

I leav home . . . and . . .

I'm out on my own.

Time is precious.
Don't take it for granted; because . . . 
Before you know it . . . 

                    You're all alone.
                            Away from home.

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All I Need Is You

I don't need any money,
I don't need fancy shoes.
I don't need to buy happiness, 
'Cause all I need is You.

I don't need expensive clothes,
I don't need things to choose.
I don't need five-star meals,
'Cause all I need is You.

I'm smiling here so wide;
I feel like I'm brand new.
Today is the start of something big
'Cause all I need is You.

My soul is eternally fulfilled;
My heart is being led through.
I don't need anything else,
'Cause all I need is You.

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Love Endures

Love floats by,


tip-toeing past pain,

leaping through walls,
weakening the barricades,

of the most private heart.

Love settles in,


quietly beyond anguish,

erasing the desolation,
soothing a battered spirit,
enveloping the shivering soul.

Love stays, it is true,

love endures, as do you

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Go! Go to sleep!” Night said
“Where? Where?” I whispered back
Sleep - Where can this famed land be?
Where one must close their eyes in order to see!

And  must I go there at nine o'clock?
How to get there? Will I walk?
Will my friends be there as well?
Or should I bid them all farewell?

And Night was silent for a while
Til she answered with a knowing smile
Sleep is the land where your dreams dwell
More than that I can't foretell.

But perhaps it’s the home of fairies 
Perhaps it’s full of tales and stories
Miracles are quite common there
You could meet Hope, or else Despair

And then Night said beware;
Beware the place called Nightmare
The land of banshees, dwarves and dragons
The home of elves, griffins and kraken.

And shuddering I closed my eyes
For there the land of sleep lies
And Night continued its lullaby
Until the sun rose in the sky.

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It's Like

It's like a strand of your hair,
to the way that you walk,
to the sound of your voice,
and the way that you talk.
It's like coming home from work,
to seeing you soon,
to hear how your day was,
to seeing you home noon.
It's like the thought of you close,
to the way you are near,
to the way you hold me,
to the way you are here.
It's like being in love,
feeling without knowing,
dreaming to believing,
knowing without showing.
I know what it's like to want,
to care,
to love,
and to share.
I know what it's like to hurt,
to cry,
to feel heart break,
and to try.
It's like wondering,
to make it all better,
to discuss,
and to have it all matter.

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Difficult Trials -Part 2-

Turn the wheel
*******he sea...
Push aside the misery...
The abominable agony...
Endure this hardship...with me
Fight off the tears and let us roam to sea
Don't make it hard for me
To determine the waters

We are the same kind
If you can be so KIND, let me show you your destiny -
To dwell with me in tranquility  

We will try to share our responsibilities...
Take turns and share our possibilities...

How have you been?
Sorry we have shut our ears
To your deafening cries
I'm turning the wheel for you
You're losing still - why are you so blue?

I'll shut out the feeling of anguish

You'll get what you wish

We will start anew
We will start on a fresh start
We will fulfill our dreams and make them come true
We'll brew away the sadness
I'm determined to eliminate
The distress... swallowing us like a tidal wave...
Behave, you wild childlike waters!! Behave!

Don't worry - we'll get rid of
The limited happiness
And make our heart pump with merriness
Don't be a magnet of depression stress

You'll experience a wonderful opportunity 
So you may feel  at one with
Our world full of possibilities
And eliminate those cruel, wretched words
That tore apart our responsibilities...
Our activities... our reveries... our possibilities...
That brought us back together

We'll be hiking
These somewhat difficult hardships together 

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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 | 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... 

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Never forget what you have
Your home is your haven and to let your hair down
The love of your home, its the place to be
With the love of all of your family
Home is truly where the heart is
Remember that the work day is done
Never bring home the toils from the day
Relax and have fun that is the way!
When you walk in the door you will see
The smiling faces of your family
Kiss them hello and have a good night 
Be aware that the home you have worked so hard for
Is the place to rest and relax and say
I have done all I can for this day is done its with the
Family, wow I am sure gonna have some fun!

Details | I do not know? | |

You and I

You and I.


Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,



soaked in truth.

Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,



enveloping my being.

Your love was complete,
from the depths of your soul,


yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.

Your dreams were poetic,
fluttering in the afternoon breeze,
infused with the distilled essence of rhyme.


I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.

Now I stand,




wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.

Details | Free verse | |

The Lord's Peace

The chaos is shedding
Of happiness is floating
The madness..chaos is concealing
Comes from the Lord - 
To Him who mends us all...
To Him who forgives all of our sins
And downfalls
And answers everyone's calls

Details | Free verse | |

The Bird that is Loved and Loathed

It burns and it stings.
It hurts.
More than drowning beneath 
the ice.
More than remaining in a 
kindled flame
She hits and I no longer cry.
Why mother, why? 

It burned and it stung.
The markings remained, 
returned, and were relived
Looking, loving, and little 
known loathing were the known 
ways of living.
Never was their pity for the 
child that cried
Never was their relief for the 
child that tried

You were that lovely bird that 
understood the complications of 
Nothing looked the same in 
those dewy browns of yours.
My everbeating would cry tears 
of joy.
The others-they were yet to 
Caring Mother, o' so fair
 You were that beautiful bird 
filled with care.

The others came and were not 
alone. Their two suitors sat on 
the throne.
Rampage and rage why did you 
I began to wither and wither 
slumping along. So very soon I-
the child of fines- became a 
human raceme. 
The droops of the Lily of the 
Valley became the slumping of 
my heart.
My lovely bird the enemy had 
taken you and the person you 
were is far from near.
For that divine nature left its 
intricate self and you became 
irretrievable my big bird.
All of your fairness died.
With that went my pride.
Mother, Mother what moved 
you so? 
Your intense spirt vanished only 
to supplement a monster. 
Mother, Monster and your tar 
filled lungs. 
How did I kill that liver that was 
so, so strong?
The lesson of pain was one you 
came to learn.
My darling bird why did you 
My lovely bird and your big 
brown eyes
I'll tell you once, but never 
Pain is only a flower for it 
blooms and dies
And a mistake can be killed as 
quickly as lice.
 You dear bird hurt me well. 
Though, haven't you heard?
Weakness is a souls greatest 
You brought me up, then you 
brought me down.
You haved helped, hurt, and 
hindered my blazing spirit.
A hero in my heart-I left you 
down in your deep black 
Escaping those terrible nights
To go for the town of delights. 

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It’s six pm
Dinner’s in the oven
Table set for two
One of us, here waiting
But that is nothing new
We agreed to have this evening
You got held up there again
Don’t like the way this’ going
Is this coming to an end

Smoke is rising to the ceiling
It’s now seeping out the doors
Both dinner and I are burning
We can’t take this anymore
The fire in the oven
Is the same that’s in my heart
Too bad you won’t be home tonight
To see we’ve come apart

Damn my waiting and your lies
I really don’t know what to say
Hopefully when you see the house
You’ll know that I too burned away
Because… I always get burned this way

It’s six fifteen
The dinner’s still burning
Smoke fills the air
I’m ready to run
Cause it seems you don’t care
Supposed to be here at five
It’s now six fifteen
Not a word or a call
Not a text or anything

Damn my waiting and your lies
I really don’t know what to say
Hopefully when you see the house
You’ll know that I too burned away
Because… I always get burned this way

Smoke is rising to the ceiling
It’s now seeping out the doors
Both dinner and I are burning
We can’t take this anymore
The fire in the oven
Is the same that’s in my heart
Too bad you won’t be home tonight
To see we’ve come apart

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The sunlight pierces the dark clouds
     It's warmth touches my face
As it dries the raindrops 'pon trees
    The Dove coos from its place

All seems well until the Dove flies
   Then clouds cover the sun
The cat and Princess both want me
    A peaceful place now done 

Cindy wins the warm lap and curls
   She wants to sleep and sleeps
Princess pitter patters tippy
   Toe, in sadness she weeps

Details | Rhyme | |


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

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

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

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

Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part II

The Med between us
The gusts make me think of you
Storms... it’s just like home.

Details | I do not know? | |

I Stand, Alone

I stand, alone.

Scratching for my truths,
peeling away the veneer,

I stand, alone, before this
impregnable cliff so sheer.

Cocooned in my solitary shell,
wrenching a smile from a tear,

I stand, alone, a little odd,
and definitely quite queer.

I stand, alone.

Details | Free verse | |

The Box

Sentences dripping with meaning, we sit,
                Foetal in a blissfully repetitive equation,
Extinguished stumps of trees taking brief roots
                        On a plastic surface a meteor’s distance above;
A flood of harmony resumes under the clinical glow of misspent youth.

Condensation condescends from dull walls
                Saturated with dim impressionable images,
Ideas shaped to a teardrop’s curve leaking
                        From cloud-like minds to dry tongues in a leaden cavalcade;
Thus everything means anything insightful anymore.

We ascend in drowsy downpour of precise procedure,
                    Ending this sodden epoch for the molten notes
                                And clean ceiling-clung starlight of a place beyond The Box.

Details | Free verse | |

Difficult Trials -Part 1-

Turn the wheel
Out of curiosity
I'll be'll receive
Something special...something to make you whole
Though the trials you must run through
Are a great struggle that can easily
Pull you down
And I want to erase your frown

You will feel way better about yourself
Just trust me...take my hand...
I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time
Just for your own liking
We'll be hiking
Those somewhat difficult hardships 
Together for eternity 
We'll spend time in the future 
Together in unity

*******he sea...Let's flee and be free!
LOOK how nice you look!

Trample those insufferable nuisances
That dare put you down
To the sea floor
I'll push them to the core!

Feel free to walk the 
Road of Recovery 


Details | Free verse | |

The soldier, the war, and I

The soldier, the war, and I

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

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

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

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

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

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Grattitude First lesson in Christian Living

Dear little pony, the children’s clown,
Rough mane stands tall, his thick tail tumbles down.
Jiggety, jog.  Yes, some riders have frowned.
Dad can ride him with two feet on the ground!
He’s a tough little, nuggety, wonderful chap
Who can live on the roughest of diet mishap.
We don’t feed him oats much, he’ll founder on those,
But if you can ride him you’re right home and hosed!
He’s full of the tricks that intelligence brings.
He’s always a challenge until mummy sings
Out loud, lets him know that he can’t get away
With presenting his backside to children today.
The children must learn how to command him too.
It isn’t the easiest thing they must do,
But they look for the pleasure of riding again,
So they learn how to handle tough diamond disdain.
They must learn how to stop him from racing away
Towards home when his head is turned facing that way.
His mind is on resting with food in his trough,
But his job is to teach, and he does it but tough!
Tough diamond’s a doorway to wonderful thrills
In the glorious world of the horseman’s spills
And great challenges.  Once you can master this rascal
Nothing can daunt you.  Introductory sample
Of every excitement that riding can offer,
He’s cute, pert, adorable, and he can proffer
Essential abilities.  Gratitude is
The gateway to mastery, sire of bliss!
Every offence becomes laughable when
You think back to this tough little customer. Then
Your mind turns to teaching, as Daddy once did.
No more can the mud of offence cause a skid.
You’ll go round it.  Or jump it. There’s no need to fall
 When Gratitude’s mastered.  Remembering all
Those scuffles you had that your dad helped you through,
You’ll mother, or father, or teach others too.

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Seasoned Child

A seasoned child with a voice to hear,
A voice that echoes through hearts and mind,
Her innocence shattered, but not through fear,
The perpetrators will pay their fine.
Her courage carries her through life,
And no one now will dare forget,
The echoes that will always strive 
To change the fortunes of regret.
They cry too soon, “She’s gone away…”
Beneath the tears, you hear her breathe,
They pray to God and hope they may
Never see the country seethe.
The country’s hopes are carried on
The shoulders of this seasoned child,
With a voice that thunders at dawn,
This land of hers has been beguiled.

Details | Rhyme | |


These are some but there are many
Having rights infringed upon
Like noisy people before a game
When the National Anthem is sung
Seated not standing-they laugh-running all about
Perhaps they realize not the cost nor care to find it out
Or a constitutional citizen who speaks of freedom’s liberty
Then cries out loud- as a bleeder- against leadership’s way
For when it’s time to turn out- he having never voted to this day
Or the thief who sneaks about my home dealing my earned things
Once when caught- feels captured remorse -adjusting my college ring
Or the school student that stays in trouble almost every day
He loudly distracts my poor little Johnny who wants to make all A’s
Or the commercialization of consumer products viewed as pretty and fat
But when I get home and open it up – it seems empty and flat
Infringements all- which spit upon my face- pass me a towel please
First-Help me Lord-it’s stuck so deep- to remove my own eye’s beam 

Details | Quatrain | |

The Quest

The Quest

I've come back home a different man
so many years have past
Ambition lured me far from home
and dreams they didn’t last

When I left home I never knew
what life was all about
The quest to find my niche in life…
assumed it’d all work out 

My path to glory found dead ends
I struggled for so long
Another face inside the crowd
How did it all go wrong?

In time old memories spoke to me
when I was all alone
And in the end a still small voice
said Son, you should go home

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The Cooee-booroo was Irish, a migrant to this land, 
who fled his native Galway and the grip of famine's hand. 
For fifteen years he'd forged a life 'round Goulburn, New South Wales, 
though sought his dream on Coopers Creek, out where the black man hails. 
Where native Bootamurra folk for years were known to roam,  
the place they called Thullung-gurra -  their ancient tribal home. 
Kyabra's unspoilt waterhole was home to fish and birds, 
though Patsy Durack had in mind to bring his cattle herds. 
'Twas here he met young Burrakin, a figure barely clad, 
who claimed the man ... Boonari now ... to this young native lad. 
Though Patsy called him Pumpkin ... much easier in the end 
and like the humble vegetable he proved the bushman's friend.  
For that proud Bootamurra youth, a whole new life began, 
as Pumpkin loved the Durack folk and claimed them as his clan. 
He watched them build their empire through the good times and the bleak; 
for sixteen years he helped them build grass castles on the Creek.  
When Patsy finally left the run to try the city’s fare, 
he left old Pumpkin as head man and thought him better there. 
Then Durack planned to build a run up in the Kimberleys: 
an empire for his two young sons, a kind of legacy. 
But Pumpkin yearned the company of Patsy, his dear friend 
and left his old Kyabra home to join him in the end. 
He stood by Patsy Durack till the old man passed away, 
though stayed to keep the dream alive and rests there to this day. 

These two Australian pioneers did leave a legacy- 
the meaning of true brotherhood - as you can plainly see. 
So whether you be white or black, do copy if you can,  
the Cooee-booroo from Ireland and that Bootamurra man. 

I have always enjoyed reading the early history of our Australian pioneers and the Durack 
family certainly played their part in opening up this vast country.  Sometimes the 
seemingly minor characters, who become an integral part of that history, tend to fade 
into insignificance with the passing of time.  Characters such as Burrakin [Pumpkin] of 
the Bootamurra people, whose life was completely changed by the coming of the Durack 
family to Kyabra Ck.  Burrakin's outstanding display of loyalty to his white brother, 
Patsy Durack, is well worth remembering.  My tribute to both men 

Details | Cowboy | |

Georgia I'm Coming Home

I am sitting in this bus station, waiting to go home 
Oh Georgia its been a long, long time and I feel so all alone 
I want to feel the crisp morning wind, whispering through the pines 
Down by the river in a special spot, I called all mine 

Hey Nashville Oh Nashville you never played my songs 
And put my songs on the bottom of the pile of no play ones 
Nashville I Guess you had a lot of fun proving this Georgia boy wrong 
Hey Nashville, Oh Nashville you never played my songs 

I was a struggling song writer and not good enough for Nashville’s 
newest scene 
16th avenue was not what I figured, but I thought I met their every need 
But it just wasn’t  good enough, so I picked up my guitar left I got out 
Now out of money and with plenty of time just sitting waiting for that bus 

With no regrets and no bad feelings about the chances that I took 
I made a lot of friends, the nightlife was fun and the parties really shook 
But my heart does ache and I my pockets are empty with a big hole in 
my boots 
Now I am going down to my country home and get back  my roots 

Hey Nashville, Oh Nashville you never played my songs
Guess they got on the bottom of a pile of no play songs
Nashville I guess you had a lot of fun proving this Georgia boy wrong
Hey Nashville, Oh Nashville, You never played my song

Details | I do not know? | |

A Simple Wish

a simple wish...

no fancy words
no more clever rhymes
no more slickly crafted verse

just a simple wish
to cherish the moments
in-between the hue and cry of this life

no more the dull-edged jab
no more the anger and the strife

a simple wish
beyond the wasted hours and the days and the blurry fears

a simple wish
of a simpler life

after all the bitterness of the passing years

and so

to retire from the hustle
to flee from the hollow wasted breaths that have been breathed

to bid the emptiness farewell


ushering in the new tomorrow

bathed in the soft glow of hope

and kissing adieu to all the hurt and all the doleful sorrow...

Details | I do not know? | |

A Happy Place

I.	Creation

Before the troubles of the world infect the soul
The magic of imagination creates a womb
Devoid of torment, pain, and stress. Rainforests, 
Jungles, beaches, other worlds of elation where 
You are always the victor in battle, the one
Who finds true love, alpha and omega. Never 
Landing in withered trees or dead grass, only
Strong trunks and rolling plains, an ocean 
Of stars, a blanket while lying comfy on
Palm fronds floating down calm dreamy 
Rivulets of turquoise streams. Locomotives 
Wind down vast forest covered country sides
Their tracks gliding to the warm earthy
Humming sound only they can make.

Only now with danger, inherent only to your peaceful fire
Bring you to this happy place, a place desired.

II.	A Home all Your Own

In the world of yesterdays and tomorrows
And days lost in the gyre of solstices we
Create a world unto ourselves. Paradises 
Lost to the antiquity of children trapped
Inside their adult armor. Lies tipped with 
Poison seep into the wells of being, melting 
The oil from the canvas’ that dreams are painted on.
Cheap reminiscences flash through tattered wafting
Curtains. Nightmare doppelgangers wait in quarries 
of fire breathing mountain giants laying siege to 
Rapture found in a good escape. Chemical 
Demons like iron maidens brandishing your
Favorite drugs, syringes close in creating 
An eerie starry night

To you alone
In a home all your own.

III.	Repent to your inner child 

To regain a solid footing on the gun deck 
Of the warship you’re riding in the flotsam, 
Hearken lessons from the playground, 
The bruises, nicks, and cuts proudly earned
Ensure the necessary skills are acquired
To embark on adventures of the body. 
Hiding in shrouds like an angel
White egret with horsehair-like crests and
Misty wings is the caged fury of joy, her
Wings mightier, beak stronger, eyes sharper
And love unabated from years unvisited. 
Swelling seas are sailed, reefs can’t breach
A flying draft when joy carries her burden
Aloft. Hair amber and aflame in the setting sun
Amidst a new sea of clouds, only anchor

In a child’s heart when the dream fades
And the soul returns among the shades.

Details | Light Poetry | |

lost in wilderness

Lost in wilderness

In the 
I used to roam
Disenchanted, misunderstood
Struggling to see who I really was.

Tired and restless
All I could do is roam
Not believing
Not knowing
Not trusting the light to guide me home.

Like a whip I turned around
At last I have found
I am on my way heading home 
No more shadows no more cold.

With my feet barely touching the ground
I am at last home ward bound.

I roamed in shadows
My world was cold and grey
But now I feel the blue sky on a warm summers day
I feel the warmth of humanity day after day.

I was lost in my bleak remains
I have found my life again
The shadows are behind me
My life is for me to gain.

I am at last home ward bound.

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Count First -- Three Lines Ae Fine contest

Count First

So you're too cool to finish up high school.
consider that no one will hire a fool.
Count first.

You might be fine with selling fries and burgers.
Take some classes, sell some bigger orders.
Count first.

Before you cut along the penciled line,
Get out your ruler, measure one more time--
Count first.

Before you cook your specialty times three
Make an ingredients inventory.
Count first.

You won't impress that pretty girl so fine
If you can't pay the bill for wine and dine.
Count first.

Before you finally pop the question,
Give her an honest evaluation.
Count first.

If you want a newly-wed apartment,
Think smaller--there is a big down payment.
Count first.

You covet a car with high performance.
Can you even afford car insurance?
Count first

Before buying a new high-tech gadget,
Is there enough in the household budget?
Count first.

When maneuvers are in the planning stage,
Before you commit to a shell barrage.
Count first.

Before overdoing your Santa Clause,
Can you pay the rent?  Read the fine print clause..
Count first.

Before you walk up to the Pearly Gates,
What's on your conscience--ask before too late.
Count first.

Mark Halliday 17 May 2014
Dixdeux O

Details | I do not know? | |

Bradlee Joe Rasmussen

Bradlee Joe is mine, he's always been mine,
The younger brother of David Authur Rasmussen Jr.,
Those gorgeous brown eyes staring at me, natural hair color,
That's brown; just like his brothers, but he dyed it blonde.<3
That gorgeous angel face, I think of him everyday all day, think of,
Those memories, that smile, that laugh, that voice, those strong arms,
The strong arms that hold me, just like his brother used to.
The sweet things he says to me, those precious eyes look into,
Into mine, the way he runs his fingers through my hair, the way he tickles me,
The way we play wrestle, the way we talk, the way we look at each other.
Eyes full of wonder, wonder how long we'll stay together, then he says,
He says "Baby we'll stay forever", and I believe every word he says,
My God if he only knew, knew how he makes my heart pound, the way,
The way it's just so easy to talk to him, man I can tell him anything, and I know,
I know that he'll keep it a secret, that's why I trust him with everything,
Everything inside of me. Everytime he asks me if I wanna start,
Start over with him, I always say yes, because I love him!!
No matter how much he hurts, I'll always love him, I do, because,
Because I know it's real, I love him with everything inside of me,
I want to wake up next to him everymorning and fall asleep,
Fall asleep in his arms everynight, say "I do" to him, have his,
Have his children, be in love forever, my God I've never felt this way before.
I fell for him the first moment I saw his gorgeous smile light,
Up that dark lunch room, the way you hugged me tight, exchanged,
Exchanged numbers with each other, and the way we talked on the phone for hours on end,
Oh how I wished for you to be mine, How I still wish to change,
Change my name to Briana Lynn Rasmussen.
Babe I can't inagine a world where you don't exsist, babe without you,
Without you I'd honestly die.
The son of David Authur Rasmussen Sr. and Sandi Rasmussen,
The brother of David Authur Rasmussen Jr, and Cheyeene Rasmussen,
The cousin of Kenneth Michael Hampton, better known as Mikey :) You have
Have a older bro, a younger sister & brother, and you have you,
Father's eyes, your brother's strength, your mother's beauty, and your crazy,
Crazy sense of humor.
With you I can't stop smiling, laughing and giggling.
Babe I am finally home, it's been a long time, and I am glad you kept the bed warm for me,
My home is with you, it's the only place where I belong, and babe I am so glad to be home.
I love your curly hair, I love the way you hold me, the way you kiss me, the way yoy,
You love me.
I love everything you do, and everything about you,
Babe I really do hope that day comes where we say "I do."
Hell I'd do it right now if I could, if you wanted me the same.
I want to be the mother of your children, I want to be the on;y woman you come home to,
Come home to after work, the one you give sweet kisses to, and the one you tell,
Tell me about your day, the one who wants to fall asleep in your arms, and 
Wake up in your arms with my head on your chest, see your sweet smile everyday,
Hear the words "Good Morning Baby, how'd you sleep?"
I'd reply sleepily "Great, how bout you Angel?" I love everything about you, everything
Everything you say, babe I love the fire in your eyes, the way you are protective over me,
The way you fight for me.
Babe I just wanna be your forever, and when we die baby,
I want to be laidto rest next to you, or with you in the same casket, because,
Because I'm only me when I'm with you, you are the only one who keeps me warm, The only one
Only one who makes me feel like I am home, like I'm finally alive,
Like I'm finally me, babe you are my better half and really honestly,
I've been so lost without you, and I am so glad to be back home.

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Desert Prints

Running fast, running strong
Now I’m
Walking hard, walking long
Seems like
That I’ve been going in this place
But it’s never
That my memory’s erased
With thoughts of you
These desert prints 
Are holding strong to you

Trying now to make my way
Now I’m
Taking time with no delay
Seems like I’m
In the dry heat of the sun
But it’s never
That I’ll ever come undone
Because it’s true
These thoughts, the prints
They bring me home to you

My desert rose
My cactus flower
Though I am weak
You give me power
You are my water
In this arid land
I will make it there
And beat the sand 
Because it’s true
These thoughts, the prints
They bring me home to you

These desert prints
Will be my guide to you

Details | Free verse | |

Shine Bright Tonight

another night I run to you
only for a kiss
and within a whisk, 
you're off 
into the land you want to be in 
I have come home 
to see you leave 
and then I'm left 
here daydreaming
when you say you'll come back 
but you never do
until my eyes 
have already turned blue 
until I can no longer want to think 
you'll be back in time 
for you to see
the light on my face 
when you make me smile
someone has been gone 
for quite a while 
and you tell me to wait 
and wait I do 
until I can no longer want 
to wait for you
oh, if I could stay out 
I'd dream all day 
of things I want to do
but work keeps me this way
and you can dream all you want 
because I've given that to you
but now I want my turn
yet I'm still turning blue 
I keep hearing you say 
great things are coming now
but all I see 
is my bank empty
and me, working 
struggling to buy shoes 
when you 
shine with all your gold 
you buy for yourself 
as I resist from buying pants 
I might want but don't need 
you shine some more 
and I become lonely. 
Oh shine bright tonight, 
wherever you are 
I've begun to not care 
how you'll be a star
because I need to let myself go too
and all I see are diamonds 
shining bright on you. 
maybe if I could do what you do 
I'd shine like a star 
I'd shine just like you.

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fourth of july

Fourth of July..

Dead bodies, a cry
People must come back home soon…
Enough with the war!

To all of those brave men who will never be home to celebrate our Independence 
day this weekend, and the years to come!


Details | I do not know? | |

My Madness, Me

My Madness, Me...

Confined by this straight-jacket,
strapped in, numb and dumbed,
a washed-out, has-been, also-ran,

body, eyes, the equilibrium of mind,
rattling like stones in an old tin-can.

Still, I am, 

I am,

and I am unchained,

my dreams taking flight, soaring,
above these claustrophobic walls,
of synapses, and dungeons of stone,

swooping through green valleys,
taking a detour to savour the joys,

soaked in torrential, evergreen memories,
of a younger man, with passion in his bone.

I am.

My wings unclipped, unshackled, free,

I am, and though I am unable to see,

I am.

At long last,


Details | Rhyme | |

Growing Older And Hopefully Wiser

If this is how it's supposed to be,
Then, baby, I can't wait!
If this is just a taste,
Maturing will be great!

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 | I do not know? | |

daddys home

“daddys home” he used to shout screams would rise in the house throughout.
But the joyful screams would turn into a fight A house a home whats the difference right?
You dont know what you have until you lose it and your life falls apart bit by bit.
My house once filled with laughter my love my life my happy ever after. 
My home is now just a house 4 walls a floor it all changed when you walked out the door.
Its not that bad the life i had.
But i think this ones good too at least i still get to see you. 
But nowhere near as much once a week weekends and such.
I know that were no longer a family but i still love you and you still love me.

Details | Cowboy | |

Things Change

Now, I find it kind of funny how quickly things change
Once was a time when everyone wanted a home on the range
A place where they had room to stretch & grow
Out where the cattle bawl & the west winds  blow

The city folk have all gone country or so they’d like to think
Why, there are new houses going up faster than you can blink
You remember that prime grazing lease? Take another look
Its looking more & more like an architect’s pop-up book

They come out here to escape all the big city worries & trouble
They said they weren’t concerned if their commute doubled
Now they are talking of bringing a super market in
And an increase in crime spreads our deputies thin

They thought that grazing cattle made a picture quite quaint
Now those same cows holding up traffic is an oft heard complaint
They throw out words like eco-friendly & enviromental plan
then scrape the land as clean as momma’s griddle pan

Yes, everybody wants a home out on the range
And I am just a cowboy trying to reconcile the change
I watch the valley whittled down into an urban scene
 and wish that I was back again in childhood fields of green

(c) Februaury 2004

Details | I do not know? | |

The Sound of Distant Ankle Bells

The Sound of Distant Ankle Bells

Memories of those delicate tinkling bells,
casually fastened around calloused feet,

take hold of my waking moments,

and fling my thoughts back to a distant time,
where folk-songs were heartily sung,
joyful, yet hopelessly out of rhyme.

I barely saw her, a construction labourer perhaps,
hauling bricks, cement, anything, on a scorching Delhi day,
while in the semi-shade of a Gulmohar tree, her infant silently lay.

A cacophony of thoughts such as these swirl around,
yanking me away from the now, to my cow-dung littered childhood playground.

Now, a lifetime of displacement has hushed the jangling chorus of the past,
to a faint trickle of sounds, as distant as an ocean heard inside tiny sea-shells,


I know, that the orchestral nostalgic crescendo, rises, dips, and swells,
as tantalisingly near, yet a world of time away, as were the tinkling of her ankle-bells.

Details | Free verse | |

Hold On To Your Hats

I started out the day
Pacing the floors
I couldn't believe it , 
Three week ends in a row

I fed the squirrels and birds
Then grabbed my purse and coat
Headed for the garage
And in the van I got

Oh shoot! It says I need gas
I won't be deterred
I'll stop at the station 
Then it's down the road for me

I've only got 2 hours and 15 minutes
To get to the movie I choose
Can I possibly make it
If I stop for Chinese food?

Which route do I take
Haysville or Clearwater
Think I'll go through Haysville
To see if that old horse is still alive.

Yes, there he is "Poor Old Thing"
And I think I've got back problems
If my back was that sway back
I'd need to push a wheelbarrow to keep my belly in tact.

It's 11:00 o'clock now
And I'm three quarters there
The Chinese place 
Is just over there..

If I can eat in 30 minutes
I'll be able to make it
I can take the outer roads
To avoid some of the traffic.

I made it to the movie
And had no sooner sat
When someone sat down beside me
And on my shoulder tapped.

Sitting there beside me
Was grand daughter number 4
She was home from college
And just had to explore.

We did enjoy the movie
As the people followed clues
From the President's Book
To find the city of gold.

As we departed
They followed me to my car
Just to make sure I made it that far..

I sat and read my Christmas Cards
To let the traffic slack
Trying to decide
Which trail home I'd take.

Finally settling on the route
It'd be through Derby town
It was important for you see
This was the closest McDonald and my ice tea.

I arrived home without any fuss
Now Mother Nature I am set
For the new confinement you impose
Of some more Ice and snow.

I know this poem
Seems rather crude
But you see 
That happens to be my mood.

Foot Note:  Mother Nature got her way. Saturday we had a howling  blizzard most 
of the day.  And it ended with a beautiful red sunset.  No Church today and  they 
talk like more snow and rain for the next  five days.  And then more for next 
weekend.  That will be 4 weekends in a row.  We call it Kansas weather. And you 
wonder why my moody poem.

Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Your Favourite TV Programmes, Now Even Less Understandable

Gargling, a gargoyle’s groan gulps
From the bilingual blackness of TV,
A clockwork advertisement pulps
Knowledge into your worn mind free
Of charge. Nothing but gobbledegook
Everywhere, an insistent humming bee
And you just volunteered for the hook.
You can’t understand it, but still can see

That it’s appealing. Someone wants it.
We now return you to your film with Mr T,
But subtitled. There’s nothing to do but sit,
enjoy – all else is static - and sweatily agree.
Your mind is a sad wastebasket of re-runs;
Rom-coms galore, dubbed films about keys,
Action films with loud explosions and guns.
Poor translation aside, I enjoy foreign Telly.

Details | Rhyme | |



Let us whisper you and I 
In a dark little corner and no candle light.

W'll wait until  dawn and watch the sunrise. 
Then catch a gentle breeze or watch a fading star.

We pick some flowers and catch a butterfly

We cross a small stream, sparkling water 
catches the corner of your eyes.

We make a sailing boat from paper then
write a little song.

Soon will be breakfast, then at dinner w'll say a prayer,
And at night time w'll light a fire, and then we retire.

Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Baggage Claim

Drained to my very heart by our slow-paced arrival, 
          I wander through tasteless decor to the metal arches 
                                                Beyond which a future is unfurled.
My bag’s innards are spilled like blood in the Bible
          Before the cold gaze of the armed man who marches;
                                                He holds the key to this new world.

The mechanistic arch stands and takes quasi-sentience 
          Beside passport control, piercing my finely popped 
                                                Eardrums with sonic solemnity.
I am refused by technology but stagger forward hence 
          Into baggage claim where a suitcase pile is propped 
                                                Up like a holiday Tetris calamity.

My suitcase is soul black and with difficulty is found,
          In its lucid eagerness to fasten itself a faux family;
			   Airports are filled with pretences.
Now we are away again, small trolley safe and sound,
          On the road from snow, heat is where I plan to be.
                                                Our intrepid journey commences...

Details | Free verse | |

Keep your Head held High

I see you walking through the halls at school
You used to look so put together
but now, not so much
I've heard rumors
and nasty words,
but I don't really pay attention
I only know you now have a baby boy
and I know you're proud of him
You are not ashamed.
For a while you weren't around
You had to be at home taking care of Baby
Your boyfriend is still loyal
So many these days aren't.
You're one of the lucky ones
Your parents didn't disown you
they may be disappointed
but they still love you.
You must be tired, staying up all night,
taking care of Baby.
It must be hard
dealing with the stares from your peers
I know I couldn't do it.
I'm not that strong.
You have to keep holding on
and make a good home for Baby
Maybe Baby will make you proud
and you won't regret this one day.
You're not the only one
You're one of millions
Don't listen to the harsh words.
Stay strong gorgeous,
Because everyone's just waiting
to see you fall apart.

Details | I do not know? | |

The Sieve of Time

The Sieve of Time

Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,

Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.

Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.

Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 


embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.

Details | I do not know? | |

Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,

a cool breeze teasing your bare back,

streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,

as my hands stroked your hair,

kissing your soft mouth,

holding you,

ever so tight.


You whispered that you loved me,

and I kept silent,

the rain fell, 
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,

the breeze teased your naked back,

you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,

the rain washed over our tender nights,

lightning and candlelight,

etching poems on your burnished skin,


a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.


We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,

now, after numberless thunderstorms,

the rain that falls,

echo the countless tears that I have shed.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,

yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 

like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,

and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,

for it was I who was not worthy,


and it is I who is not worthy,



You were always true,

it was I who always,


refused to,

to give myself,

completely to you.

Details | Ballad | |

Last Days in Maine

I am powerless in mind and within my body,
This alcohol has got me down and I am paralyzed,
The world in which I call home cannot be analyzed,
All through this drink, with this I have declared my hobby.

My Friends do not respect me to which I cannot blame,
I am depressed beyond recognition and with it I feel shame,
Years without and years repressed and years I call lame,
Not one happy relationship, not with family or dame.

Salvation is coming and I keep telling myself bleakly,
Each day my sanity goes through hoops only to survive meekly,
The end has only that alcohol to calm my stress,
This alcohol feels as if I am saved from the rest.

I'm almost there and almost free from this asylum,
My friends around seem to care not even some,
I'm losing the fight even when both sides are done,
Three days until I'm home again...any longer and my life be gone.

(I survived and am now much healthier)

Details | Quatrain | |

Amidst Fields of Dry

Through my eyes I see a home of old
If it could speak what would I be told
Would it be stories of joy or sadness and hurt
Will I ever be told before it's crumbled to dirt

Below a saddened sky amidst fields of dry
Could this be reason as I wonder why
Barren lands as the eye can see
Is this the answer that's in front of me

A dilapidated fence with wire of old
No more are the beasts that were in safety hold
Hedgerows so brittle in decaying cascade
Here nature has spoken with her typical tirade

Through my eyes I see a home of old
If it could speak what would I be told
Death is never lasting as I look to my right
For a greened tree prospers, it gives me light

Details | Free verse | |

Our Divine Haven

This town was the place we used to call our haven 
You don’t remember which road we’ve driven on 
The stars were shining against your cherished soul 
You’re a part of my belongings 
You’re ascending above the ground 
The peace is still like hidden treasure – it’s bound to be found

I believe in you…I put my faith in you
After the miracles you’ve performed 
You don’t agree with what you truly are 
The sky is grieving 
You jump from puddle to puddle
You’re struggling to meet your destiny  
Even if your body is saturated in sweat
You must keep your head above the sea

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
I could tell you've been stressing out 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me  

Each melody is an exquisite sound that bounces into our ears
Commotion and strife will cease and your heart will be free
We’ll flee  together…despite the unwholesome weather 
The voyage has just begun…hold my hand and we’ll rise like the sun
Trust me…we will be strengthened and well-equipped before we take that road of victory  

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You’d rather be drifting away and never be seen again 
I wanna change your mind and erase your frown
Take your mind off of the distressful past
Let loose your strain on me  

Hey! I know you’re stronger than you realize
You’re not a failure – don’t be disheartened  
Don’t worry…you and I will earn our future prize 
This mess will clear up in a moment
Just stay by my side and never depart 
From the light… I promise that we’ll endure till the end
Just stay nearby and our hope won’t tear apart
We are willing to do anything to attain our wishes and delight  
Let’s take action and snatch our glory before our time is up 

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You've been trying to keep a steady pace 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me

Let loose your stress on me…
Don’t be under pressure
Let me handle your anxiety…
Reach towards our divine haven
Do you need a helping hand? 

I wish you a carefree 

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 | I do not know? | |

Without You

Without you,

worn down, weary,
staggering into tomorrow,
dissolving my todays, grim, dreary,

I crawl, slipping out of my skin,
flinging laughter, joy, contentment,
into the gaping abyss of life's dustbin.

Without you

Details | Rhyme | |

Graveyard (Part 3)

...Now I lay in this casket
The Devil's Easter basket
No skin, flesh or tissue
I entitize in bones
How long have I been here, estimate:
I can no longer smell the flowers my loved ones left me
Afterlife people can't scare or harm me
I enjoy the company of ghost, ghouls, leprechans and zombies
Feel right at home when I feel the squirms
The bitemarks from ticks, rats , and worms
This graveyard
My gravesite
My home now
My death right
I feel sorry for my now tarnsihed tuxedo
But my corpse isn't completely neat though
They spelled my name wrong on my headstone
And if this rat don't stop licking my headbone
I demand they retrieve my organs
And relieve my kids, who are now orphans
Hey, life after death, a brain won't be that important
What happened to me goin to hell
I committed murder so why be in this nocturnal shell
But I would like to be in heaven
So I quote the Raven "Nevermore"
It's pouring down rain
But it can't wash away the pain
I killed a bully and did prison time, I've been granted thuggish fame
But what fortune does it bring
All I wanted was for my troubles to have gone
But instead my life was taken
Those volts had me shakin
My roasted body beyond bakin
With another man my wife will be cakin
I chose my destination: Hell so my spirit can torch
At least I died young and left a good-looking corpse


Details | Free verse | |

My Cocoon

Crystal clear, You are the place that cradles butterflies As they transform into beautiful, Personified But more often than not, you stab my wings Prematurely Forbidding the growth that would Lead to my escape Inevitably, you knew how much I'd love To go-- But no. You like me best when I can see the world Without being its inhabitant, When you can shield me from my hopes of Reaching healthy, touching happy You were never meant to hold anything forever But just when fingertips feel the T h r e a d s O f F r e e d o m You snap, Claw... me.... back Back into your grasp Quite like fish tank glass What their eyes can always see of me, hands Will never hold Tragic, I know What's a girl to do, stuck in a wonderland She can't push through, find Her way back to...wait, Which way home again? I don't think I've ever truly known And the worst Is all the torture inflicted by myself, at Your hearty request, wicked jest You punish me in earnest for trying to Live Stuff me back down in my bubble My hideout, my shelter You have been my home and grave for all These years What I wouldn't give now to strike the Walls, scream- GET ME OUT NOW Yet this is hopeless; I know well My captor never lets me cry At least, not out loud So I whimper and I beg Please, for the love of god, don't let me die Not here, already buried underground If I fall, No one will ever know If words could trickle to the surface, well, Would they even be received, Or thud forever silent? Help Save Fix (me)

Details | Quatrain | |

Country Door

Beauty of the house out in the country Exceeds that of normal Earthly bounty The sky, a yellow hue, brings the reds in Having light produce warmth onto our skin The fields are plentiful, a lovely green Where the best flowers grow, they can be seen There’s a dirt path that leads in a forest That will bring you to a stream that’s grandest The driveway winds around trees through the yard The ground at times can surely be quite hard The pond houses many beautiful fish On the porch we eat ice cream in a dish We have gardens of healthy vegetables Plus those of fruit trees and vines in bundles Flowers adorn the sides of the farm house The front door is red and invites my spouse Our house in the country is full of life Showing nothing that brings a lot of strife I feel at home more here than anywhere There is a peace here, an aura of care
Russell Sivey

Details | Ballad | |

alcoholics ballard

A bitter and twisted tale to follow,
everyday the same as tommorw,
same old madness that will follow,
empty dreams and a heart that's hollow.

Ill begin each day the usual way,
look in the mirror and see decay,
a hopeless soul is what they say,
still dressed in the clothes of yesterday.

I sit on my bed with no real plans,
except for liquid, to steady my hands,
frantically search my bedsit floor,
till i find what i'm looking for.

A half empty can of a real strong beer,
lost under the bed for maybe a year,
sit back on the bed with ergency and speed,
can to my lips for the liquid i need.

with every swallow the shakes dissapear,
twenty four hours till again the'll appear,
with ergency for more i head for the door,
checking my pockets to reveal my last score.

Now out on the street i encounter a stranger,
paranoid feelings as if my life were in danger,
stare at the floor to avoid eye contact,
and focus my attention on my beer contract.

as i walk i scan the floor for butts,
so i dont waste money on buying roll ups,
long ones a bonus but short ones a start,
for when i get home ill pull them apart.

arrive at the shop and drool at his stock,
calculating what i can get for my twenty spot,
eight cans of tennents and two bottles of cider,
then proceed to pay the shop minder.

the usual pleasentrys as i pay,
and as i leave he bids a good day,
with the job half done i head back to my slum,
not quite a walk and not quite a run.

arrive back home and slam the door,
just as the sweats begin to pour,
sit back on my bed place beers on the floor,
the liquid profits of my score,

drink the day back into the night,
slowly more getting as high as a kite,
drowning self sorrow and drowning self pain,
to keep myself from going insaine.

now a waste of a life i have to agree,
but i cannot deny that life was me.

Details | I do not know? | |

A Chipped Heart

A Chipped Heart...

Dreaming, my heart brittle as glass,
my solitary facade a pitiful farce,

shards tearing out of my skin,
seeking release, from cages within,

I am lost, in the dream,
bellowing out a silent scream,

torn from reality, drowning in the now,
yet I refuse,
I refuse to succumb,

I refuse to bow.

My chipped heart, may be wounded,
wreathed in pain,


I believe, love, truth, belonging,

will take my hand,


Details | Rhyme | |

One Thing

We can wake up,
And this all might be changed.
But one thing remains:
We are saved.

Details | Quatrain | |

I Don't Know What To Do With My Life

When that feeling rushes in-
I don't know what to do with my life-
I need to search from within
And look up toward the light.

Details | I do not know? | |

My heart no longer belongs to me

                        My heart no longer belongs to me


                        My heart no longer belongs to me 
                        is resides within your heart.
                        Dreaming of you make my night
                        worth while thinking of you make me smile.
                        Having you is forever because you always make
                        me happier than ever.

                        I want you to know that every time I take a breath
                        and every time my heart beats fast I will think of you because
                        I know where make it lasts.


Details | Free verse | |

Lives to Live

We have dreams to fulfill.
We have goals to achieve.
We have hearts to inspire.
We have love to give.
We have faith to teach.
We have hope to send.
We have strength to create.
We have bravery to find.
We have positivity to shine.
We have courage to build.
We have stories to tell.
We have hands to hold.
We have lives to live.
All in Your Heavenly name,
We pray,

Details | Couplet | |

Tiny Bird

I can’t complain I’m sheltered and fed
But this nagging ambition still builds in my head
Of what was written and what was said
Of a lonely road far from my bed

You don’t venture far tiny bird in the thicket
The home you mind is safe from the wicked
It’s a shame you can’t fly far away
And see all the cultures time built on its way
With the people of both peace and war
And the beauty of things in nature to adore
But your home is well kept and happy it seems
But what of your heart, your wishes and your dreams

I can’t feel shame it would make me weaker
About the wasted moments left to the meeker
The scoundrel in me keeps my heart from fever
But fever is wanted by my soul the dreamer

So tiny bird would you say you much wiser
The time you spend you count like a miser
Or is it that you take simple love in your day
In the little you make from the soil and the clay
Do the storms bother you at all little one?
Do the storms keep you hiding waiting for the sun?
I see the light is there in the weather so destructive
Are clouds to you renewal or counter productive?

I take it we differ in thought and song
Though I can no longer say yours is wrong
But I take from you a lesson - a lovely subtraction
In the happiness to be found in simple satisfaction

Details | I do not know? | |

MLK - 1929 - 1968

(January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)

they shot you down
all those years ago


your dream lives on
and always will

for though much has been
gained since you dreamed
your dream

there is much to fight for
and much more to struggle for

and much, much more
to fight for still

your dream resounds in
our hearts and we pledge 
this to you today
for though they shot you down
all those years ago on a memphis day
we shall overcome
this we do believe
deep in our hearts
we shall overcome

(for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)

Details | Elegy | |

My Last Prayer

The Last Prayer
Father, I feel your presence…..even in my desperate state.
My eyes are heavy, my body weak….but I anxiously await.
Ever listening for your call…..quietly  at rest fond memories to my mind I recall.
Hear my heart dear Lord for I can no longer speak.
Send your angels down for me….Bare me home on angel wings.
Closer home than yesterday…. I can hear the voices of the angels sweetly sing.
My eyes to this life now closed…I feel excited this journey to take, all eternity for me 
I long to walk through those Heavenly gates!
The sorrows of this life now pass away forgotten memories of my yesterday.
Father, I will miss those I leave behind, but this my last prayer…..Please bring them 
home to be with me someday……

Details | I do not know? | |

They Left so Abruptly

They Left so Abruptly

(for the countless South Africans, of all colours, who dedicated their lives for freedom and democracy)

the valiant ones
many known
many more nameless

the truest sons and singers
husbands and poets
lovers and wives
daughters and farmers
workers and sisters
brothers and friends

they left so abruptly
with quiet pride
steely courage
gentle dignity

they left so abruptly
leaving us our tomorrows
filled with promise

they left so abruptly
so that we may breathe
the breath of liberty
the air of freedom
the warmth of justice

they left so abruptly
leaving with us their parting gift


they left so abruptly
yet we remember them all
in the days that slipped away
and in the many more that we await

they left so abruptly
yet they remain
hewed into our memories
etched in our consciences
engraved in our hearts
they left so abruptly
and yet they endure
with us
within us
now and forever more

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Oops I Forget to Pee

Let's see
Up at three 
Feed the baby
Back under the sheets
For a couple hours of sleep
Kids up for breakee
Gulping my tea desperately
Rush them to school gleefully
Walk the baby expediently
This being my time for me
Back home to clean insistently
Do three loads of laundry
Flee for groceries
Video Game Rentals late constantly
Go to work in my office impatiently
Where things have piled up overwhelmingly
Hubby claims I'm grumpy
Instead of crying I laugh hysterically
Baby bellows loudly
Time to change his nappy
Phone rings twenty times daily
Say I never call a bit angrily
Can't explain my life so harry
Don't want it to come out sounding scary
So I apologize gracefully
Kids home noisily
I'm panicky
My office work is not done completely
Oh well, its time to get them to hockey
Feed them first to keep them healthy
Bath time comes busily
Bedtime is love and kisses and favourite stories
Baby sleeping beautifully
My feet are up now restfully
Oops, I forgot to pee!
I assess my day on the toidy
Would I change my life at forty?
Are you kidding
Not this life inspired journey!

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where the heart is strong

When I was young, I had no desire to grow roots.
Home happened where ever I kicked off my boots.
Now that I have traveled many lands,
I wish only to go back home.
To feel it, to see it, to hold it in my hands.
I wish no longer to roam.
Youth tends to be arrogant and blind.
Not knowing what I had, for home was mine.
Now it is the place for which I yearn.
The place from which I came, and wish to return.
The passing of time can have a strange effect on the heart.
After many wasted years, one wants to be back where we start.
Funny how being away for so long can change a soul.
Just as equally strange how coming home can make one whole.
This is where I will always belong,
For this is where my soul is at ease and my heart beats strong.

Sarah Comstock

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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: The Market

Shuffling sandstone, infinite shimmering coloured pots,
TV remotes lie in tandem with jeans, shiny toy robots
Act as magnets to the unwary tourist, conspicuous in
Their presence, shorts and cameras, humid hair in knots.

Spices of hues in their hundreds to make you salivate,
Groaning shack tables of suspicious sunglasses sate
Your appetite for purchases, the sun beats down on
The market, Medina bursting with life which cannot wait.

Eyes flicker over unsuspecting strangers, enticing you
To buy, trapped by the lure of a carpet woven new
By sweating men grasping, chasing any chance to sell
The future. Will you ever use this carved snooker cue?

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She smiled, gently,
her warmth infusing me,
with a serene stillness of time.

She settled, slowly,
in my waking thoughts,
a soothing balm of simple joy.

She remains, scribbled,
on the walls of my fractured heart,
memories of happiness that once breathed...

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San Fernando Vampyre

There comed a blizzard blowing through
and then another, freezing, too!
In Central Park the wind did freeze
and brought the city to its knees;

and so thought I of going west
not thinking which airline's the best,
but caught the very first I could,
to see my first of life that's good!

A friend I knew had left before,
on an extended China tour.
He offerred all his home for free,
and left for me his front door key.

My temporary home was blessed
with California wine. The best!
And all layed out, such food there be,
fit for a king! Or maybe me!

My friend had planned me such a stay,
his waiting dinner made my day,
and though I dined, less company,
in thought he was right there with me.

Content, but weary, as I tread,
to find the way into my bed,
and settled in for a nights rest
so I might rise feeling my best.

I'd but dozed off, when there appear
the feeling of someone so near,
my eyes did crack to candlelight
and what I saw was such a sight!

A lady dark, with falling hair
and flashing eyes just standing there!
Though dressed, the gown was almost none
where it began, it quick was done!

She whispered soft, in such a way,
I'll not forget my dying day,
"Welcome to California, Dear,
your friend has asked me to come here..."

The candle put on the nightstand,
she reached right out and took my hand
then layed she down beside of me
and on her neck, no mark there be!

O! What a night, from my dear friend!
My thought was that it never end;
and as we drew so very near
the heart of love was now! and here!

And talked we part the night away,
I cherished each word she did say;
and flowed the wine to make us light
and help enjoy this cherished night.

When she had reached the heart of me
as I would surely have it be,
her lips they trembled from the feel
of mine, as love made her life real;

and in the promised land we flew
as lovers in the night all do
on wings of love as sure we should,
to bring what true love only could;

then joined she in the heart of me
relinquishing mortality,
as bited to her very soul,
my teeth did make her real and whole.

And as we reached the peak of it,
the bed began to shake a bit--
and then the crashing sound downstairs
and roaring of wind everywheres!

The nightstand fell onto the floor
and something crashed right through the door!
The bed it flew across the room
and we thought we had met our doom!

Oh such a rumbling sound be made
as fell the ceiling where we layed,
had we been there one second more,
we'd have been crushed into the floor!

The room it shook and then it fell!
The sounds it made no one can tell!
And how we got outside, to me,
is still a very mystery!

And in the silence after all,
with morning light about to call,
we vowed to leave the golden state
not tempting more the hands of fate.

So now we gaze on Central Park,
and spread our wings within the dark,
not caring if the cold winds blow;
we make love in the falling snow.

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A Prayer For Healing

Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be.
I am the product of myself and my negativity.
I trust You.
I love You.
I thank You.
In Your name,
We pray,

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Harsh Reality

As I abandon the world
of metaphysics,
i begin to be sick
and melancholic.

As I join the nature
as if it were a voice,
I sing with the birds,
a song of rejoice.

As I become unresponsive
to worldly desires
and decided to be one
who's willing to abide,

It killed me, you routine!
if I am to cling to something,
it is life,
not my welfare.

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Home Sweet Home

My tropical paradise along the shore where ocean sounds soothe and warm breezes invite. I will call you home until I live no more. All my days basking in the sun's shining light. Lush gardens and groves bring a lovely array, orchids, orange blossoms and hibiscus each day. Petals dress in vibrant colors attracting bees and butterflies, splendor interacting. This bustling city set between Everglades and beaches, many call a sanctuary. Where the sea meets land under the palm trees shade, colorful cultures bloom like wild sweet cherry. A rainbow of people found everywhere. Spicy food, clothing and dances all have flair. Abundant wild life from water, earth, and sky, all share a slice of Florida's key lime pie. *I call Ft. Lauderdale, Florida my home. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, June 6, 2012 for My Land Is My Home Contest (Skat)

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Passion in D-Major

Passion in D-Major

Feeling, the sensuous brush-
strokes on a canvas,


to a symphonic crescendo,

of our shared heartbeats,

fading between the notes,

feeling your soft body entwined 
with mine,

your form bathed in my infinite 

our orchestral desire rising,

conducting a shared fusing of 

... the music echoing ...

over the precipice,

on the brink of dazzling rainbow 

lost in the void,
of an eternal instant,

plunging through the depths of 

forever pleading,

for a prolonged,

bouquet of shared time.

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Our Love Is Enough

We don't need to go out and party,
We don't need to drink,
We don't need to socialize,
We don't need to go shopping,
We don't need to spend money,
We don't need to go to a movie,
We don't need to watch sporting events,
We don't need to go out to eat,
Because we found love,
And our love is enough.

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God's Plan for Marriage

There’s a truth that remains since 
the beginning of time.
God created man and woman, 
 with marriage in mind.

From the dust of the ground,
Adam was formed.
From his side came Eve.  A new life was “born!”

God’s design for marriage became 
very evident and clear…
If not for Adam and Eve,
 none of us would be here!

Marriage is a blessing from God.  
A gift from God above.
A man and a woman come together
 as an expression of their love.

Anything different than one man 
and woman is perverted.
This is a lie from our culture that
 is trying to be “inserted.”

God gave us all a natural love 
with a strong ambition.
To come as a husband and wife 
is a God given intention!

Read from the books of Genesis
 thru Revelation…
God’s idea of marriage is
 for any person or nation.

Many can try to change what God
 has already designed.
It’s no wonder why so many have 
“confused” minds.

Let’s come back to God and
 trust him with our life!
The one who set up marriage as; 
“one husband and one wife!”

By Jim Pemberton

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The Romans Road To Heaven

In the Bible book of Romans there is a simple way
To know the way to heaven that you can know today.
The first truth we must realize is there’s not a righteous one;
In Romans three it’s stated—verse ten says, “There is none.”
We’re shown that we are sinners, as shown in chapter three;
Verse twenty-three says clearly it includes you and me.
Then we must know the sentence:  it’s a death that separates
Us from a home in heaven in an eternal state.
That passage there in Romans starts out in chapter six,
Verse twenty-three states clearly the penalty is fixed.
We see the reason for it in Romans chapter five:
Verse twelve says one man sinned then, now all who are alive
Have this sentence passed upon them, but now look at verse eight!
For Christ has paid the sentence, we can enter heaven’s gate!
As we go back and read it in chapter six again,
Verse twenty-three has good news of forgiveness from our sin!
We all have earned the wages of death to come some day,
But God’s love has provided eternal life this way:
His gift, Christ dying for us, we now by faith receive:
The act of Him receiving is simply to believe.
For chapter ten and verses ten through verse thirteen
Explain the simple process that can be clearly seen:
Confess now the Lord Jesus, with your heart now believe,
And call upon the Savior, this new life to receive!
Then we can know forever that we are justified,
Secure in Him forever who for us one day died.
See Romans five, verse one now; see Romans 8:1, too;
Then read the final verses to see this blessing true.
Start at verse twenty-nine there and see God’s wondrous love,
And how He has secured you that home in heaven above!
Yes, in this book of Romans a road God clearly shows
How we can go to heaven, and for sure it we can know!

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Turn All Your Worries

"I don't know where to go,
And I don't know what to do."
Turn all your worries out to God;
Trust Him,
And He will lead you through.

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Moments in time

It’s not a ‘cloud of issues’ to deal with
but a crowd of witnesses that surrounds us;
with different personalities and gifts to offer
remind us that we’re all unique creatures
that God has made across time and space.

Moments in time enable us to change gears,
provoked by situations that bring to reflection;
relationships weave as crucial elements,
to our standards and expectations.

By way of committing to affairs of life,
there’s meaning, home to grace –
and it’s home to God that makes us wonder
his ways are certainly not our ways.

The concept of bitachon  takes us on a journey,
like a beautiful sanctuary within is being shared.
in the fullness of life’s experiences speak therefore –
how integral God is in each of our lives.

he makes us whole again, complete in inner dimension;
with peace that embraces all in a right relationship,
truly, a metaphor for the heart of life, a sacrament --
that provides grace and sanctity to be holy.

The God of love speaks and enters our inner sanctuary -
the heart which acts like a third eye in general;
hence, human struggles echo who we are
that define perseverance and faith in the living God.

We have cried enough tears in our lives
with a tremendous amount of optimism;
though as it sometimes seems a mystery, a problem -
that becomes a straw that breaks the camel’s back.

Aimed at transforming our lives into pieces of hope
where love is shared in many forms and shapes;
God dwells at the heart of every human being,
his interconnectedness defines his essence with us.

What a great gift to keep that in our minds,
it is God and us and those around us;
ilustrate a beautiful symmetry, another episode
that sustains us to keep in the race, keep in the game.
With a vivid recall of events in the life passed by,
a way of emphasizing how God keeps us strong
a response to what life is; in moments of time – he’s still there.
one with the Father, and the Father is in him. 

As Mark Twain said in one of his many writings,
“it is not what I don’t understand about the Bible
that bothers me.  It is what I do understand!’ He’s everything;
for we are in him, and he is in us;  we’re his sons and daughters.


Bitachon - a Jewish word which means “trust in God,” plays a critical role in jewish thought.  Just as a person should strive to observe Mitzvot, he or she should try to develop bitachon, a consciousness that God is actively involved in our lives.

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God Wants You to Be With Him Forever

 God Wants You To Be With Him forever!

Heaven can one day be your
 eternal home!
You can have a mansion
 next to God’s throne?

You can know for a certainty…
Where you’ll be spending eternity.

Through Christ, your sins
 can be forgiven!
Christ’ love can change
 the way you’re livin’!

You can know 
beyond any doubt.
What true life is all about!

You can know
 the peace of God today!
Meditate on God’s word
 and what it has to say!

Why not give your heart to him?
And know what it means
 to be born again!

Your life can have
 a Godly direction!
And accept his heart-felt invitation?

You can know God’s
life changing power?
What are you waiting for?  
This could be YOUR hour!

By Jim Pemberton    

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Old man's pastime in than bauk

old man counts coup
lots killed few missed
aims true then laughs

a long stretched band
the aged hand aims
flies land dead

This actually happened.  I was about ten years old, visiting my gramp’s home, in the North Carolina mountains just out of Canton.  My mom needed some relief while she was about to have my second brother.  Grand dad took us across the pasture to a neighbor’s home to listen to a champion ship boxing match on the radio.  I don’t remember who fought but I remember it being gosh awful hot and the windows were up to catch a breeze which never came.   On reflecting later I supposed it had something to do with giving the flies a way to get back out.  Not the first sign of a screen anywhere on the windows.  Anyway this old, old man about 200 or so years was in bed with some kind of nite shirt on.  He was sitting up, propped against some pillows and had a sling shot rubber.  He could stretch it out about three feet and then pop the flies off of his bed from about two, two and half feet away.  It was all he could do to stretch that band back and you can imagine his hands were wobbling and shaking from the strain.  When he popped a fly he would just laugh like crazy.  Somehow he managed to sync with all that wobbling and shaking and would usually get a fly.  On the way home we laughed about that till our sides split.  I have often thought about the old man and the way he had to spend his last days.  The way he laughed I guess he was happy enough in his situation.  And the way we laughed I hope was not a lack of deference to his situation, but the comedic fashion in which he was acting.  The longer I live, it seems the more respect I have for old people.  Wonder why that is?                         

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Taking The Lead

I can feel Your presence;
I can feel You in all that I do.
I can feel You walking with me,
And I don't know what to do.
I just need to trust You
Because this is a journey I cannot see.
I am giving up;
Thank You for taking the lead.

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Think Before You Act

When the lights go out
An the curtains close 
Everyone goes home what do you do
Do you stay behind to study your lines 
And make a fool 
Out of the people that never believed in you 
Do you go home to talk on the phone
Or play games to entertain
Yourself for the time being
Doing activities that are useless 
Should you train for your upcoming games
So you can do your best
To play in the big league  Because that's what you've dreamed
Since you were a little kid 
Or decide to follow in the footsteps of your family members
That never achieved anything
To help but in the family history 
But through everything you've been through
Good or bad
Either way you learn from your mistakes
Once you know good from bad
You should always think before you act

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My Heart Is My Home And I Want You To Come

Sent away from my future,
Repent from my past,
Went out to search and conquer,
Meant I learned how to last.

Heart became my only home,
Part of me stayed behind,
Start traveling I walked alone,
Depart from foolish and blind.

Future got darker every step.
Blur the harness of broken time.
Sure to find waiting promises kept.
We're one soul of the same rhyme.

Fire, you once warm me up inside.
Desire, you still beat like a drum.
Retire from running, let's hide
Admire my home and come.

Form Double Lento with First word rhyme as well as quatrain end rhyme a.b.a.b

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Mora Piya Ghar Aaya - My Beloved Has Returned Home

Mora Piya Ghar Aaya (My Beloved Has Returned Home)


the leaves fell, as you left, a bleak chill wafting across the barren space within my being,
you left, taking your smile and mine,
my smile rests with you still, leaving a void impossible to fill.


pangs of longing consumed me, my only company in the frigid nights,
my tears remain frozen, within,
unable to fall from my broken eyes, as I searched the depths of the cold, harsh skies.


birds returned home, though you did not, and I felt soothing rebirth all around,
memories of you began blazing, their embers stoked,
and at last the tears rolled, like ink on this blank notebook, my whole being pined for you, my very self in anguish silently shook.


alive I felt again, the promise of the coming cooling rain, easing the heat of desire,
yet the furnace slowly raged inside, your absence tearing into me, shattering my nights, my longing for you soaring unfettered across the skies,
dancing on clouds, blissfully free,


heaven itself opened, the deluge an unending dream,
rain falling all around, mingling with my flowing tears,
and then I saw you, you returned, and I embraced you, never wishing to let you go,
and though I may wear the mask of the clown,
if you were to leave again,
my very soul, would quietly slip away, and in the monsoon rains, I would gratefully drown.

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Mom's Cobbler Pies

Mom slaved over cobbler pies for a dinner-time surprise! Applauded, she sighs...

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date of misfortune

A Date of Misfortune 

The bus was late it was raining when she alighted… 
my temper was moody, since it was late the kitchen 
at the café was closed, but they still had slices of 
“black forest gateau,” we had that with white wine 
because the waiter refused to serve red wine with 
a gateau; she drank the whole bottle and got giggly.
Going to my place, we stopped an outdoor kiosk 
selling hotdogs, I ate two with mustard on, since she 
disappeared throwing up in the back of the stall. 
She refused to come home with me I walked her to 
the bus station where she caught the last one home 
to her parents.  

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I Hate

I hate the birth mark under my right eye
I hate my extremely static hair
I hate my big bottom lip
I hate my spotty nose

I hate that I have really *****y times
I hate that people only remember me for my really *****y times
I hate that the real *****es hate me
I hate being cautious so they don’t ***** about me

I hate that I cry over everything
I hate that people know I cry over everything
I hate that I hide from them anyway
I hate that they actually don’t care 

I hate the fact that my brother is leaving home next year
I hate the fact that I cried when he told me that
I hate the fact that I hid my tears from him
I hate the fact that he’s all I really have left

I hate my father for making me feel like he doesn’t care about me
I hate my mother for making me feel like she picked him over me
I hate that my brother had to look after me when they couldn’t be bothered
I hate that, in my eyes, they don’t deserve to be called mum and dad

I hate that when I was younger I had to run away from my father
I hate that my mother and brother left me by myself that day
I hate that they left me closer to my father
I hate that they went somewhere I would have felt safer

I hate that I feel like my friends are slowly fading away from me
I hate that I feel like I’m a third wheel
I hate that I feel like my friend’s don’t trust me
I hate that I feel like I can’t trust my friends

I hate the feeling of loneliness
I hate that I read books to escape to a world better than mine
I hate that I write to create a better life than my own
I hate that people want to invade that one heaven I invented

I hate that people ask me why I made Katy Clover Taylor
I hate that I had to make a role model for myself
I hate that she is the person I desperately want to be
I hate that she is the one thing I will never live up to

I hate that I feel like my grades would grasp my families attention
I hate that feeling of disappointment when I get a bad grade
I hate feeling like I have to live up to an expectation to hold their attention
I hate that I am relied on because of my grades

I hate that I am an older mind trapped in a younger body
I hate that I am limited in what I can do because of my age
I hate not being trusted upon
I hate people treating me as a kid

I hate not telling people how I feel
I hate hiding behind an invisible barrier
I hate not being able to share how I feel with people
I hate being scared that they won’t care.

I hate people judging me
I hate judging people
I hate that feeling of giving up
I hate the feeling of losing when I didn’t give up

I hate the choices I have made
I hate that nobody thinks I can live up to my dream
I hate people thinking they are so much better than me
I hate the fact that they are right

I hate that I will never make a good girlfriend
I hate the fact I know nobody would fall for me
I hate knowing that no one would help me pick up my life
I hate that it has fallen apart

I hate hurting the people I love
I hate them not loving me anymore
I hate knowing that what I would do would hurt people
I hate the fact I do it anyway

I hate knowing that I do all of this
I hate knowing I hate all of this
I hate trying to change it
I hate that I am not able to change it

I hate that I try not to give up hope
I hate knowing all hope is lost
I hate that I still try and cling to it anyway
I hate knowing I failed at that too

But most of all

I hate not being able to express this until now
I hate that this still won’t change a thing
I hate thinking that it still might
I hate knowing that no one cares

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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Tipping

Gracious smiles, a waiter waiting.
The service: quite nice actually.
The drinks cool and food sating
My average appetite factually;

Who knew they had coca cola here
In the middle of the desert... odd
Isn’t it? I ordered water and beer
And here arrives our saviour, god

And leader, dressed in a brown
Shirt despite the pre-mentioned
Heat. He never wears a frown,
Even at rush hour not tensioned.

7.30 comes and goes, morning
Or night, we arrive, are seated
And eat. The waiter is fawning
But nice, the food is all treated

And we eat it all up, fulfilled by
A fountain of beverages he will
Provide. Full, we give a goodbye,
And place tips away from the till

So the manager cannot see, risky
Business. But how to divide the
Cost? Calculators grant only frisky
Fractions, I only had a mint tea!

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Once a landmark, beautiful country home
Stately hundred year old oaks surrounded
Years ago productive farm was awesome
In the community family grounded

House sold for family built new dwelling
A different family then resided
But an orange red glow took home quelling
All the families joy gone with farmstead

A sadness engulfed me, for fifty years
Of memories and constantly seeing
Home in passing, now new home will premier.
Crumbled burned tin remains for time being

Life's assurance_change will happen sooner
Or later, adaptation roughly hewn

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A whisper in the wind
Flowers swaying in the breeze
the only other sound
is the buzzing of the bees

A pillow made of grass
A swing hanging from a tree
Apples laying all around
The only person there is me

But in my mind, I'm not alone
I'm with all my close friends
This place is my home,
It's a forest that never ends

I can fly like a bird
Run like the deer
Climb up all the trees
I am never leaving here

The sky is my roof
The sun and stars my light
The crickets are the music
For a beautiful night

This place is where I'm happiest
This place is my home
And even if I'm the only one
Here, I'm not alone.

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So Close, Yet So Far

It's like I'm there,
Standing behind a glass wall.
I've had a taste,
Just not the full platter.
I'm ready for the cake,
But all I have is batter.

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It Took A Lot of Faith

If they ask me how I did it,
How I got here today,
I will love and laugh and smile
And say, "It took a lot of faith."

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American Brave

American Brave

To our brave for over all the years
  For you some of us have shed tears 
To you servicemen and women, who served and still serve
  I say thank you, which you greatly deserve   
You fight to protect our American way
  You put your life on the line everyday
You protect the colors of our flag
  Some of you come home in a body bag
You protect our flag of stripes and stars
  Some of you come home with battle scars
Included are the people of 9/11 who died
  The volunteers, the relatives and the people cried
I’m sorry to the families of the brave    
  Their sons and daughters who’s life they gave
We are Americans of this great country
  Again thanks to all the Military 



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Trapped. No where to hide.You scream at me through the door.Though your words still 
sting me.
I sit on the ground alone.Blood drips down like tears. tears run down like rain.The room's 
spinning.  My heart bursts out of my clothes.We got into a fight.  Why is unclear.
I tried to leave.  You hit me. I fell.I started to cry.  You kicked me.A sharp pain burst out of 
my chest.  I could not breath. I have little energy,I kicked you.  You fell. I ran to our 
I am trapped.  No where to hide.I'm weak. I stumble to your Night stand.I see a gun.You 
break down the door.  I grab the gun.You start to choke me, squeezing my throat like you 
were trying to get some sort of juice out of me.
I pull the trigger.
BANG!Trapped.  No where to hide.Your grip feels looser.   Your face in pain.
You fall down. i fall into darkness.Free.  No need to hide.

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The Battlefield is here

I’ve got madness turned, all the way up

submerging myself in thundering double-bass

and wrenching screams.


My legs tap the carpet to the beat, my soul on its way out the door.


And then her voice wails over the tiny speakers, calling to me, in need. 

I pull out an ear-bud,

and feel the divide: 

The solace of chaotic notes/The reality of a mother that needs help getting up. 

I press pause on the computer and run to the aide of the womb that made me the fighter I am. 

The survivor, my hero. 

Escape can wait. 

The battlefield is here. 

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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From the heart of society

Theres a girl 
she pours out her heart 
gives him everything
changes her hair goes to get 
fat sucked out of her cause no 
one tells her that she really is 
beautiful she goes home to see him in bed
kissing another girl, then get up and smack her around
people ask where she got her brusies and why she hides her face
but behinde that mask hideing her scars is a girl fearing for her life 
scared to go home to that man that just might give her more scars.
Theres a guy 
who takes care of his brother
comes home and covers his brothers ears 
while his mommy and daddy make him fear
fear for his life his mom brings home different guys 
every night, daddy is never home but when he is 
they fear for  there life that just maybe that might be the last day 
the last breath they live to take
Next day he comes home and sees mommy on the floor bleedin 
his little brother tied to the bed stabed in he chest 
he tries to run but trips and falls
three week later the found him floating down the river..
These are the  people we ignore every day 
the ones that cry out for help
 the ones that need us the most..
The ones that are pimped out and dont see there beauty
 the ones that hide the scars that the one they love put on there face
This is our world and society today

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Flawed Perceptions

Incredible thoughts 
unimaginable conjunctures
section 214 (b) confers the desire
for immigration to non immigrant applicants?

Under stated will
when you assume one leave home for good
for a barren land not theirs
to be a non entity, secondary  to all;

Why would one go
if not for the pleasure and friendship
force anyone to care for them
if one is just a pauper in his life with no work;

What can bind one
to alien land for even that month
and seek immigrant status
when they can't stay from their home within their country.

Love to respect 
are magic words we always relish
you can place barriers at will
Only I know my intent was pure: but how could you?

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"I'm at home"
"I'm on my way home"
"Leaving home now"
We use the word "home" heavily.
Is it really a place or a routined phrase?
Who is to say where home is?
What is this home feeling many refer to?
Where can i pick it up?
I've got some feelings due.
Is it when you can't help but be happy?
Or when you walk through the door and the whole family gets sappy?
Is it when you feel warmth in your heart?
Or a sense of belonging,
Whether together or apart?
All i know is home for me is a vague memory.
Home is some movie i watch on tv.
I see others live it,
this feeling I'm lacking.
I'm afraid i may not know this home anomaly until i begin my own family.
When it comes to home,
im lost.
When it comes to family.
the feelings tossed.
When it comes to love.
No, wait.
They say home is where the heart is.
That's somewhere i belong,
Something that hasn't gone wrong.
This happy, sappy, feeling of warmth despite the fact of us being apart.
That's it.
They say home is where the heart is.
I want to come home.

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you are (my)

ever tugging reminder of
so exact i,

you are my

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Where are you now

Where are you now     I think about you day and night     How do I reach you     So I can make it right           I`ve called all your friends     Nobody has a clue      Can`t believe your gone     Can`t believe it`s true          Baby please come home     I want you back in my life Can`t live without you     My love, My woman, My wife          Remember I was your hero     I made it all come true     From the first time I saw you     Our love blossomed and grew      Never a harsh word between us     Together always,day and night    You never left my side  Your loving smile in plain sight          For years never turned my head     To look at a pretty face     With you my love at my side      The universe was in place          How do I tell you I`m sorry     My cries fall upon deaf ears     Saw me in bed with another woman     Left my world covered in tears          I put a bounty on our love     A reward to bring you back           You belong with me     Years ago we made a pact          Till death do us part     Through blue skies and stormy weather     Remember your vows     Promised to grow old together    Nobody can replace your love     Only one woman for me     You and I together     It was meant to be          Baby please come home     I want you back in my life     Can`t live without you     My love, My woman, My wife

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                                           FINDING THE WAY HOME

                                                     lost trails
                                              wandering rivers 
                                                   forked tree

                                                  lark whistle
                                           bluster thunder echo
                                                baying dogs

                                                 night flutters
                                      fear sings on the breeze
                                                 hunger calls

                                                I am spring
                                           summer on my heels

                                              smoke dances
                                      light swims thru dim trees
                                             heart joy jumps

Victoria Anderson-Throop  2013

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You told me you had high hopes for me
But I'm just a regular guy
You act as if it's entirely my fault
That I like to cheat, steal, and lie
I told you, I was simply drinking the alcohol
To drown away my pain
You told me I should try new things
So I tried heroine and cocaine
You told me to try and get a fresh new start
So I took the initiative and moved
It wasn't my fault my roommate was mean to me
If you met him, you'd have shot him too
You told me that everything would be ok
And then I was sent to jail
I had one phone call to try and get out
But you told me you wouldn't pay my bail
You went off to have a family
And told me never to talk to you again
I lost my mind, body, and soul
But never stopped calling you friend
I finally got out and looked for you
And found you much farther away than you said
You told me never to call and to never come near
So I used my binoculars instead
You seemed very distant from me
So I came to your home address
I came to your home and rang the bell
All of a sudden I was under arrest
Back to jail I went yet again
And dialed your number with my one call
You told me you were no longer my friend
And I deserved to suffer the pain of my fall
You told me that I'd be better off dead
So I took your word, fair and square
Now that the noose is tied around my neck
Would you mind kicking away the chair?

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Don't worry, don't worry;
Give yourself rest.
Release fear and struggles,
And He'll take care of the rest.

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Abide in the Light

You abide in the light
I’ll miss you…when you venture off at night 
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t leave me…   

Forgive me for drifting away from you… 

Please forgive me…
Please don’t ignore me…
Hear my pleas…don’t turn the other direction…
Run with me…into heaven’s light

I’ve given you my soul…
I’ve shared with you my melody
I’ve fed you until you were full…
I’ve healed you when you were under the weather…
I’ve tried to bring us back together

You hang on the rope of hope
I’ll rely on you…I’ll cling to you… 
You saved me from subsiding into the obscure abyss

Don’t reject me…
Don’t depart from me…
Don’t release me…

Respect me for who I’ve become
Please respect me…
Honor my presence 
Protect me from any sort of harm  
Is it in your nature to relieve my anguish? 

I’ve been driven away by my affliction 
I’ve set you free from Egypt…and lead you to the Promise Land 
Have you forgotten my affection? 
I’ve tried to empathize what you’re going through – I’ve gave you a helping hand
Don’t you understand? Will you ever understand? 

You abide in the light 
I’ll miss you…when you depart from my heart
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t mourn for me… 

Forgive me for wishing for your absence…
Please forgive me…
Please don’t give up on me…
Hear my side of the story… don’t turn the other direction…

I’m still training for perfection    

Run with me…until we arrive at home 
Hold my hand and we’ll take divine flight 
I’ve cherished you for so long
I’ve lead you to my home town – 
Do you remember where you and I belong?

I’ve given you my trust…
I’ve shared with you my dreams
You’re an apple to my eye

You were my angel of grace, promising concord –
Bestowing blessings upon me 
Your vitality never wears off…

You were my lamp – 
Glowing with serenity and elation
Tranquilizing my mind from despair and unease

I’ll never regret…meeting you that magnificent night 
I knew that that was love at first sight
The moment you stepped foot into the light 

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Books are a way of learning a trade
Books tell us stories, poetry, and plays

Books entertain our vast minds to the fullest
Books are in my opinion the coolest!

Books describe people of the past
Books are abundant at home and in class

Books bring home dragons and ghouls
Books aren’t apart of uneducated fools

Books represent a means to an end
Books are there when you haven’t a friend 

Books are hard and soft sometimes
Books are in brail to educate the blind

Books will be here and with me forever
Books without you doesn’t bring us together

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A sweetly-scented, earthy rain-storm,
she came to me,

thunderously raging with raw emotion,
she came to me,

drenched in the essence of truth,
she came to me,

she touched a chord deep inside,
she strummed away all emptiness,

she came to me,


she comes to me,


a gentle presence filling my life,

she comes to me,


a healing spirit soothing all inner strife.

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Living the Dream

I am living the dream.
I stand here today,
Cannot believe what I am about to say,
But I am living the dream.
At times, it's tough
And it is not always easy.
I might be condemned
For choosing this path in life;
Some may think it's too bag of a risk.
When we give it our all,
Our passion and our might,
We can overcome and forget the fear
To become who we are meant to be.
I stand here today,
Another tear ready to wipe away:
You can do all you aspire to do!
Set your mind and never give up!
If I can do it,
You can too!
I can't believe I'm about to say this,
But I am living my dreams.
I am living the dream.

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Saturday Rain in Johannesburg

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg…

…With sighs of torrential passion,
the heavens shower teardrops,

weeping with me,
as memories of you come cascading back,

skin on skin, ablaze,
moist kisses, fiery,
gentle whispers of undying love, murmured,

in another life, another time,

far removed from my present, a desolate state of despair,
wallowing in the grime.


The rain keeps falling,
each teardrop stinging my face,

tasting the salt on my lips,

I wonder, do you still remember the caresses of my fingertips,

between breathy confessions, and vows of eternal love,

before you left me, stranded on an island of solitude,

wounded as a wingless dove,

bereft of life,
stripped of all traces of fortitude

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journey of the lonely spirit

On a nameless moment in the vast expanse of endless time,
Something moved, and from the cacophony of chaos emerged a rhyme.
Thus began an epic journey of the spirit, of the unknown,
The seed of this universe, and many others, dormant, within, unsown.
Locked in the unfathomable depths of its heart were, stories,
No one could tell..Of places, even the imagination of man cannot dream of, under a creative spell
        The spirit , untouched by the heat, cold, pleasure or pain,
Unblemished by the sun and unwetted by the rain.
Devoid of any shape or form any eye can see,
In a dream called nature, lying in wait, as sublime could be.
 Journeyed across many planes, across ripples that make thoughts
Taking shape slowly, like iron on an anvil, blow by blow , when hot.
Found at last a dwelling place, like a star would for itself, in the sky,
A cradle, a home an identity, the awareness of I
Hiding in the deepest core of every living being,
Very subtle, oh, invisible , yet pervading every thing.
Giving  all the gift of life, the blessing to survive
Thus arrived a new pawn on the celestial game board,
A creation that called itself 'me'..
On the illusive smoke screen that  life is, who thought it can see.
 Not just see, but, understand, own, belong and hold,
 The power to control, to create, the power of sharp edge, and the power of gold.
Like the wisdom is to the wise, in its nature of the flame to rise..
Began yet another journey, destination unknown..
Up wards, light wards, seeking what needed be sought..
 Through the darkness of ignorance, storms and whirlwinds of unsurety
Towards the maker , proceeded the made, stumbling struggling, tired, way-laid.
 Through the thick haze of passions,
Through the crooked maze of aspirations,
Fighting, a desperate battle to save its sanity, 
Bound and helpless like all ordinary humanity.
Clamoring for peace, seeking a place to call home and rest its weary head,
A place with the warmth of a mothers love,  place in which to be remembered when forgotten and dead.
On a path with no name, and no known end in sight.
Then.On a rare moment of celestial favor , to the tune of serenity and divine grace,
The realization finally dawned, like a smile on a  troubled face.
The goal was reached, then again..
 Silence.. The end of a million tales, the fruits of patience and perseverance.
Knowledge ,peace, bliss pure and plain..
  With the journey, ended the quest,
 Satisfaction of a life well spent, a soul put to rest.

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It's Not A Cult

It's not a cult:
It's a Savior saving my life.
It's a Savior saving your life.
It's our Savior saving our lives.
It's not too late.
It's never too late!

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Painted White Houses

In the small town that I grew up as a child, streets were neat and prim.
Trees lined up in rows of green statuesque figures. Children playing, riding bicycles, roller skating in the warm summer breeze. Somewhere you could hear the pounding of hammer and nails and the scent of apple pies baking sweetly in the air in a loving mother’s oven. Dinner was always served at 6pm.

Children dashing about coming out of white clapboard houses, laughing, shouting, eager to be outside and play their games of Red Rover, Red Rover...or Mother May I.

Boys wearing their coveralls and tennis shoes, while girls still wore crisp starched plaid cotton dresses and saddle oxford shoes. 

Sunny soaked heads, spiked with dripping water as they run through lawn sprinklers-soaking them in laughing ripples of glee… instead of watering the green well-kept lawn. Joyful laughter abounds and giggles fill the summer air as a sparrow chirped its melodic song.

In the little neighborhood where I grew up, with crab apple blossomed trees, our family’s red Studebaker parked  proudly in the driveway and well worn sidewalks from worn roller skating wheels, money was hard eared and scarce.

But a few pennies from grandma took us cheerfully down the street and around the corner to Findlay’s candy store where you could find one cent penny candy to your waiting lips desire. Mr. and Mrs. Findley, a cute little old couple kept it stored with black licorice wheels, kit-kats, candy cigarettes, root beer barrels and Teaberry gum and Chick-o-Sticks amongst so many others, too numerous to remember.


Sundays evenings were always a special treat. Mama and grandma wear their cotton dresses and aprons having just cleaned up after supper. Daddy always wore a short sleeved shirt, khaki pants and a cardigan sweater. We’d all prepare to settle in to watch our little black and white TV anxiously waiting for the 7pm Ed Sullivan’s Toast of The Town and then the very funny Amos and Andy show which followed an hour later.

Sunday night was also the night us kids went around the neighborhood trading our comic  books; like Bugs Bunny, Elmer Fudd or Superman, as aimless dogs wandered in the street, neatly shuttered houses were filled with fun and laughter and good cooking smells wafted hungrily in the evening air. Then afterwards we took our routine once a week Sunday night baths as we re-lived the day in happy sleepy thoughts.


written by anne p murray

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In The Future Looking Back

In the future looking back,
You'll be happy to see
How far you've come
And where you are today,
So make the most of this now.

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Behind the Blinds

Curtains or Venetian blinds,
Drapings, shutters, shades
Serve to keep our privacy
From peeping Tom parades.

Everybody loves a glimpse
Into another’s space,
Surreptitiously, of course,
And never face to face.

Which is why our views are blocked
With drapery or blind;
Thus it’s more enticing, wond’ring
Just what hides behind.

Often, though, we’ll get a peek
At furniture and shelves
And people who, ironically,
Live like we do ourselves.

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The final destiny

As the plane takes off in the blue sky
I’m leaving my home and life behind
And I am going to meet the girl I love
And together a new future we will find

I am nervous going in a strange land
As the engine of the plane starts
But so excited to see her for the first time
And hug her and feel the beat of our hearts

We have waited so long for this day
Now its just distance by 13 hours of flight
And I feel like kid going to a candy shop
Knowing my dreams is coming true tonight

I like to hear her voice when she says
You are going to see just an ordinary girl
And I would tell her no way 
You are the most beautiful girl in the world

And she would laugh and you’re crazy
And she would make some funny emotes
And then will say please take care of yourself
And If it’s cold make sure to wear a thick coat

Yes she is a person like that
Taking care of me form so far away
And now just a few hours from now
Going to look in her eyes for the first time today

And I know I will just melt in her presents 
Just like the snow in the morning sun
And my heart will be fill love an emotions
As the joy of our new life has now began

And I could never return home again
And ever leave you behind
So if you want to live here or in New York
Doesn’t matter for our happiness we’ve already find

To walk, to play, to talk, to hold, to cook
Every little thing that I get to do with you
Will be timeless precious memories
To cherish our whole life through
And on the day that we get married
And we take our wedding vows together
Will protect, cherish and cover you
With my love from any kind of weather

For your love has made me complete
And I feel strong as the lion in the wild
And can’t wait to see the glow in your eyes
As you becomes pregnant with our first child

As you start to eat a lot and smiles
Saying do you think i look like a fatty
And I will kiss you on your sweet lips
And say you are always looking perfect to me

The plane has arrived and I walk out customs
And the most beautiful woman smiles at me
And when she holds me in her arms
My life has reach its final destiny

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Fifty-Seven Years Ago Today

Fifty-Seven Years Ago Today

With new dress and suit, flowers, and hair fixed just right
The dreams, plans, and labors of our lives would unite

My brother and his gal stood beside us on the spot
To give witness to the world that we tied the knot

We stood nervous before the preacher at his home
Promised to cling to each other; never to roam

Said “I do” to the questions; gave the preacher his pay
Man and wife; fifty-seven years ago today.

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Prayer for a Soldier

I wish for you encompassing protection, a little extra of Gods attention to follow you 
wherever you roam until you return safely home.

I wish for you peace and love, a special tie from God above to keep you feeling safe 
and warm even in the middle of a storm.

I wish for you true understanding, a secret insight to what he's planning, in this war 
and in your life so you wont be broken by the strife. So you will know what is meant 
to be will be and that you will make it back home safely. 

No one will be able to bring you harm. 

You will return home to your family's arms.

This prayer I send out for you, a soldier who is strong and true, a man of great 
nobility, may you have the strength to BE ALL YOU CAN BE!

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Warm Memories

So many warm thoughts surround the memory of my Father
Affectionately referred to as, “Papa” by his children 
For most men, back then, life was and still, is not always easy.. 
He lived in a world where he shouldered an insurmountable weight
Not of his own making nor by choice; and that burdened his spirit to the core
Freedom was limited for young colored men those days
Through sheer determination he became well-educated during that time
Grandpa had traveled much, therefore knew the worth of an education

He married his sweetheart and took her away to find freedom
They knew that they would struggle yet, preferred inner peace and respect 
He was an honest man; always considerate but couldn't handle disrespect
Always rooting for the underdog, he fell into trouble at times
Still, he was my “Papa” and in my eyes, could do no wrong!
I recall that, when he said “No”, he meant it, unless Mama intervened 
Like sunshine, he filled our humble home with music, laughter and books
We were by no means wealthy, yet strangers thought we were
He was a proud man and he and Mama always worked twice as hard

He taught me to dance as I stood bare feet atop his shoes
And no matter how tired he was he would dance for as long as I wished
His loyalty was prime to family and friends; his word was his honor
He made time to help with home work and lend a hand around our home
On Sundays we would all take walks after lunch along the beach 
And he would point out across the Atlantic the direction from which they came
He introduced me to the National Geographic and Life Magazines too
So many warm memories live within my heart, of Papa 
And I know beyond all doubt that he was made special for me!

Note:  For Sami's "Warm Hearts" Contest

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A Sporting Attempt

It is fourth down and goal to goal from fifty yards away
They’ve flickered the lights for last call; I must score on this play
I haven’t hit a home run for over an entire year
The fans are sitting on their hands; they’ve forgotten how to cheer

I look deep into blue eyes, trying to read her soul
Lining up for the penalty kick, I need to score this goal
We’ve been sitting here at the bar for over three hours
Delay of game penalty flags upon me start to shower

I finally get up the nerve to offer up a pitch
It comes in high and outside, this sailing tack I must switch
She has given me her number and said that I should call
I need a strike in this last frame so all the pins can fall

I ask her home to my place, offering up a Hail Mary pass
The checkered flag is in front of me, but I’m running out of gas
Will I score; win the game; finish in first place
Or is this sprint a marathon and the fox I still must chase

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Holiday Gift

The greatest gift I ever got, came with a year that definitely was not.
Health costs and a scam had emptied everyone’s pot.
The tree was bare with nothing to hand out…
And my son had to work thru the Christmas Holliday, we all sought.

We wished him home but he had to work if he was to eat.
And for several years he had not wanted, with us to be.
But this year had taught him we were better than he had perceived.
And he wanted to come home to hold and be hugged, you see.

At the last moment he got the Christmas Day off.
Our gift to him was the price of gas and food on the four-hour trip back.
But his gift to us… you see was the greatest of all…
For he wanted to come home and simply be with us all.

Twenty-four hours minus 8 hours on the trip.
Dinner wasn’t much but it was all we could give.
But no one noticed as everyone talked…
It truly was the greatest holiday present of them all… that we ever got.

Thank you God... your gift to us wasn't lost.

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To every man his 
Of whatsoever he calls a 
A territory, or a 
Covered by an ancient 
Every man his path to 
Aided by the creed of his 
And tho' some believe in 
I've never trusted in this 
A happy life is such I 
A peaceful end is more I 
If all my life I’ve been so 
It’s for all I'd promised 
Yes, it feels so good to 
Where one feels safe and 
Even when things go 
One can be sure he’s 
It is in the beat of some 
That all my real 
treasures lie;
God forbid any break 
into parts
Lest I might just 
instantly die!
Not many is blessed as a 
In this world of vanity 
and strife:
Who gets all pieces fit to 
If there's no home, what 
is life?

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Little sister, please don’t fear,
It will only be one year.
You will go to school each day,
I just won’t be here to say “Hey”

My dear mama, please don’t cry,
I’ll be back soon, it’s ok.
Life at home will be the same,
Only I won’t be home late.

Daddy, daddy, lose the sorrow,
I will join the army tomorrow.
Today we’ll have to have some fun,
Celebrate the things we’ve done.

Honey, do not look so sad,
You’ll come to visit me with dad.
If you can, then do not cry,
Because all shall be alright.

Friends, don’t you sit there, hollow,
Come and laugh over tomorrow.
A little humor makes it better,
Makes it funny, like some beggar.

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Memorial Day

You fought over the smallest of sand

For my country in a foreign land

Advance all the time and never retreat

USA is number one and can never be beat

The military taught you how to survive

I hope you can make it home alive



When everything is all said and done

You fought with your life for my freedom

Thank you for fighting for me

Now I know freedom doesn’t come free

What you did for America makes me feel over come

Thank you for fighting for my freedom



Remember them for the blood the gave

To make America home of the brave

Army Navy Air force Marine

Toughest old boys you’ve ever seen

Hopefully they’ll get back to those crying mothers

They will be alright with they’re band of brothers



When everything is all said and done

You fought with your life for my freedom

Thank you for fighting for me

Now I know freedom doesn’t come free

What you did for America makes me feel over come

Thank you for fighting for my freedom


They sent them to the school of hard knox

Now they’re coming home in a pine box

Zipped up in a in a bag

They gave they’re family a flag and a dog tag

Remember them when you pray

Stand tall for them and remember them on Memorial Day

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the lonely man the lonely women

He enters the room
we all start to stare
Bunch of women living life in such despair...

We all swarm like voulchers
Until he finally takes a seat 
Seeing his pockets full puts us all in heat
As I approach him I finally sit in the winning seat...

I tell him lies and everything he wants to hear,
Poor him, thinking I'm so dear....
Come a little closer, now I got him in my grasp,
Telling me Im beautiful only makes me want to laugh...

As I dance for him inside im crying
I can only look at him and imagine him dying,
Now were done we go our separate ways,
Dont touch or look at me, its better off this way...

Go home to your wife while she sites at home and cries
You and I both live a life full of lies......

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Trails So Short

Who would have thought that life would lead 
Onto trails that would lead to home  in minutes
Except that home is no longer there anymore
The house is gone burned years ago and never rebuilt

The land is still there for one can't get rid of land
Except to haul it off inch by inch to another place
Then the open gapping hole would still be there
When going by, I still feel the spirit of the home

The life and energy of the place__the laughter
Now that I am domesticated as a plate
I desire to depend on someone who loves me
Like the family loved me then and held me close

Someone who is stronger who will lead me to feel
Feel secure and cared for making each day to be
Warm with understanding and all the love I can receive
One like the mother and father that occupied that home

A strong earthly person who could offer that love
Understanding, caring, commitment that of love
As the heavely Father offers to me each day
Only a dream for this is an impossibility...

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The Old House and the New Home

The Old House and the New Home
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I’ve lived in houses in the country side
There with my family I did abide
By the dust and gravel of a country road
Much pride was taken in our humble abode

I’ve lived in houses perched on a hill
Many of which are not standing still
They provided shelter in their time
Provoked memories that make life rhyme 

I’ve lived in a house on a city street
Where the neighbors came out at night to meet
I’ve lived in houses made of wood and stone
On avenues where children could safely roam

I’ve lived in houses of mortar and brick
Where driveways were paved and the grass was thick
I’ve enjoyed houses far better than most
Where friends would come and I could serve as host

But my current house seems like a foreign land
Where everyone wants to lend me a hand
Living in this place is not my desire
Of this arrangement I easily tire

The time has come for me to leave
To this old house I will not cleave
I no longer want a cottage here below
To a fine home in heaven soon I will go.

I long not for a mansion or streets of gold
But just a place where I will never grow old
A place where pain and sadness are never more
Where happiness is found on every shore

I am eager, yes ready, to move out
To possess my new home with a shout!
The promised home Jesus went to prepare
Death please come quickly, I want to be there.

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The Crushed Skulls

The Crushed Skulls

the crushed skulls

and the 

torn-off legs

and the 

single shots piercing countless heads

women, men, children
young, old, everyone just a human being

when will we tire of the senseless killing which we keep on impotently seeing

the gaping wounds soaked in blood

dismembered corpses piled high in some humid make-shift shit-stenched mortuary

who will remain to someday write, war's final obituary

for the killing goes on in the name of tribe

and the vested interests above all

but who really hears the whimpering sobs of a 4 year olds call

for her mother, father, brother, sister

as she lies dying, bleeding out like a gutted animal, on the stinging gravel

while we deliberate and engage and while to Geneva we always travel

to sign some scraps of paper that merely postpone the killing for a while

while the putrefying carcasses of human beings lie side by side, mile after bloody mile

war is ugly, they tell us

but necessary too

and we go to war for peace 

while the generals and the money-men and the politicians drink and dance and screw

war is ugly

it is indeed

but so are we

if we fail to see the humanity stripped away 

and peeled off the skin of that 4 year old girl

and if her cries for help we do not heed

war and guns and bombs and the very latest smart nuke

sickens me as it should us all
making us retch and puke

but who gives a **** about the bombs falling far away

we've got chores to do, margarine to buy, and take the family out for the day

war is ugly

so they tell us

while loading the magazines without much of a fuss

war is ugly

and cold and brutal and evil as the hounds of some distant hell

but who gives a **** for we have sneakers to buy and stocks to sell

war is ugly

but so are you and I

for we remain silent

as the bombs fall incessantly on

out of the open sky

shame on me and shame on us all, that much I believe is true

for our silence in the face of misery is tacit acceptance

and try as we might to inure ourselves 

I am as complicit in it all

as are you...

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Turn Back Around

~Turn Back Around~

Sad eyes looking up at us
How can we ignore them?
Walking away like they don’t mean a thing
Like the ones who already hurt them
They are crying out for someone to notice them
Love them
Take care of them
Lonely children of the world 
Being walked away from
Isn’t it about time we 

~Turn Back Around~

The child who had to runaway just to get away
From the beatings
The nightly visits from a stranger in their bed
The drunken rages 
The Terror they were raised in
A parent who molests them
Innocence taken
Yet we don’t even hear them
As they cry out for help
It is time to 
~Turn Back Around~

Give them a chance
Listen to what they have to say
A home to call their own
Safe from the abuse
Safe from the terror
A home filled with love
A place to grow
In comfort rather than fear
Off of the streets
Away from the danger
That is what they are wanting
All we have to do is

~Turn Back Around~

Quit ignoring those 
Sad eyes looking up at us
Do what is right and 

~Turn Back Around~

By: Jean Bonella 

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Nobody Home

I don't sit home waiting for love to come call,
though I'm spending all my time alone;
the next time I hear love knock on my heart,
if it's you, there's nobody home.

When I answered the knock to admit you,
I didn't know what was in store;
you cheated and hurt me, then broke my heart,
if you knock, I'm not home anymore.

When you left I reached the conclusion,
that no-one at all in my life;
was better for me in the long run,
than being a cheating mans wife.

So don't come knocking again at my heart,
thinking I'll let you come home;
you better believe when I tell you,
if it's you, there's nobody home.

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Peat cutting Men

They toiled with hands like tree bark
As they cut through rotted peat
Stacking it in heaps to dry
Did not have to be that neat
Just so long as the Westerly’s
Could dry out the peat bog water
So it could burn on winters nights
Was all that really mattered
And they could sit in warm habs
With hot broth in their hand
Another day’s work completed 
And an evening’s rest began
Fine clothes for Sundays they were saved
So they could look their best
While thanking God in Heaven above
For this His blessed day of rest
When they could sit down at the pew
With Hymn book at the ready
To sing their praises to the Lord
With voices strong and steady
Then off to Pub to sup a pint
And  wild stories for to tell
Of how they dug for peat so deep
They nearly ended up in hell

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A Hollow Shell

a hollow shell
of tangled synapses
sparked into gradual madness
which drowns out the truths of the day
as the mind reeks of the rotten sad moments
that swirl in the rancid soup of forgotten dreams
dreams that once traced a gentle path of innocence
dreams that reached for pure love’s tender touch
dreams now paralysed but once vivaciously alive
what became of those fresh dreams and hopes
as they lie mustily on dusty bookshelves
torn into shreds by time’s fine scimitar
devoid of the touch of raw passion
when all that remains of love is
a hollow shell

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Take Me Home

Take me home, 
But it will be okay.
What if we can be a role model for someone else?
Then I'll stay.

Details | I do not know? | |

In The Morning Wake

In the morning wake
when all's a dark,
the fog outside
shivers down the bark.

In the distance,
under the streetlight,
the morning mist, 
aglows so bright.

Down the road,
fo and fum,
a car engine starts
with a muffled hum.

Past the houses,
so peaceful and quiet.
Soon it will be,
a massive riot.

When the sun rays show,
the town starts to wake.
No longer dead,
it thrives in the make.


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And the toil of the gods was great part 2

And the toil of the gods was great paert 2                                                                           
Soon the inescapable truth will come hurdling home once again
We may face the end of life and dreams or we may finally ascend and be reborn
Together we must forge the path forward so as one we can understand where we have been
Once again they will set out in search of sustenance for a home that’s bloody and torn
In their code they will take with then the infinite knowledge of the ancients
Another planet a different sun, light-years away more of our people toil on
Now as we face the summit and re nearer the apex we do with their absence
Too much time has passed since the first fathers came and since they had gone
This immortal spirit remains trapped within this fragile shell
Our souls and blood hold the key to a powerful wisdom but the lock evades us all
Still the war is raging no gods or demons and not for tales of heaven and hell
A boundless eternal soul is the prize, defeat will be fatal the ultimate downfall
So many questions we ponder so often oddly frequent
What evolves to feel dread or fear where’s the need to dread ones own death
A celestial being is meant to be whole and completely transient
The coming test we must not fail or we will all share our last dieing breath
The veil can be lifted and the secrets in the palms of our hands
Moving thru time hurdling in space as the universe expands
The true forms we were denied but with salvation we may return to the creation
No longer bound no longer chained and never again forsaken
They forced on us the mind now the peace and liberty must be taken
Soon will see we all die or become one aware feeling boundless wise immortal and free


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Of Her Rocker

I have set in this corner too long it’s true
My hand rails are polished to a light umber hue
My spines have come loose, but they just need some glue
And my cushions have faded from a deep royal blue

Left in the old shed, away I’ve been cast
I may appear shabby just a thing of the past
But the memories I hold will forever last
A reminder of yesterday a history vast

My first home was country, a gift to a bride
Who sewed crimson pillows for her backside
She made me a home on the front porch outside
Where she contently rocked as her neighbors she eyed

I rocked her first child when he came to be born
Moved into the parlor, that floor became worn
With the constant rocking, for he wailed so forlorn
And would only settle when rocked I’d have sworn 

I was turned upside down more times than I could count
Ridden like a horse by that boy, like a mount!
Wore out the pillows all on his account
And he once broke a rocker, if I recount.

The years went on by but my life was the same
The boy he grew older and a man he became
Moved to the city, I thought it a shame
It was so far away that he so rarely came 

So away to the attic I sat for a spell
Till the old man came took me and mended me well
She sewed these blue cushions as far as I could tell
And set back to rocking on the porch, till she fell.

The people all came their respects they all pay
And the boy came back home, but to mourn not to play
He left with the old man, he took him away
And I was put in this shed on that old fateful day.

But what’s this I see as the door opens wide
A young man takes me and puts me outside
Some small nails and sandpaper returns my pride
New cushions of green, I’m a gift to his bride

My legacy continues in the house on the hill
For comfort and caring I can give still
I’ll be here for the wee one, I’ll wait until  
I can rock steady a new life to fulfill

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sharing a dream

Sharing of Dreams 

He had a dream of living a life of rustic idyll, to see and feel 
seasons, so he bought a derelict cottage in pastoral Algarve.
Took his wife along, explained how the cottage would look 
like when done up; she said nothing. With help of workmen 
he began repair and life for a while was primitive. He saw his 
wife was not happy, when she said she had go home to look
 after her daughter, he understood. Months went, but a day 
in February the home was ready, he had even acquired a dog. 
Outside the almond trees were shedding and petals looked as 
pink snow. Rang her, but she didn´t want to come and live in 
his bucolic wonderland . “But I thought you liked it”, he said. 
“You never asked me, took me for granted, this is you dream 
not mine…” The cottage was still and cold, his dog sensed his 
dejections jumped up on his lap liking his face. He went into 
the shed, collected wood for the fireplace, his dream was now 
like an old coat too comfy to throw away.

Details | I do not know? | |

Just another day

the first hint of a shiver
running down my spine
I look to see what caused it
but the meaning of it still hides

the following day
it hits again
with a force
that could not be reckoned

by morning I am a mess
with a pounding head i stress
should I spend the day in bed
or face the day ahead

the thought of bed
stays in my head
but oh what will my boss say
if I stay at home instead?

clambering out of bed I say
"a long day it will be today!"
within the hour I knew that i was right
constant sympathy "oh gosh, are you alright?"

my bed all day, it calls me
beckoning me home 
reluctantly I turn back round.
to do the work that I now hold

When five o clocks comes around
Well, I've never moved so fast
Settling back into bed, what a relief
With a bit of luck please let this bug pass

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Make It Right [[Rap]]

This Is A Quick Rap I Was Thinkin Up. Needs Some Work. And I Need To Work On The 

Boy find your way right/
put down that beautiful glock tonight/ 
yeah the boys callin your name/
sayin tonight you betta have game/
will it really get you fame/
playing with somebodys life/
how you know at home they dont got kids and a wife/
yeah they carry dat gun/
you got dah same one/
dont think they really wanna take away your breath/
put a bullet in your head/
they lookin at you/ 
seeing they own baby growing up too/
hopin that they grow up betta/
learn from daddys mistakes to the letter/
goin on a run/
think a shoot by is fun/
what you gonna do/
when they wanna do a drive by past tha school/
sumbody ends yah home brothas life/
so you go after them to fix it thinking revenge makes everything all right/
you get locked up just a kid/
now your whole life is gonna end/
death is in strife/
its not your decision who gets life or to die/
so boy think about this tonight/
before you get shot, caught, and end up in the pen iight/
sit down and close yah eyes/
dont answer when they start callin from outside/
put that beatiful glock down tonight/
get out before its too late and babii boy/
make your life right/

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Summer Days

Summer Days

The chirping of cicadas in the early morning light
Bring back pleasant memories of summer time delight
When you were just a school kid and had nothing all planned out
You spent your days like mine I’d guess, here’s what mine were about
You could sleep in late if you want to there’s no place you had to be
Its summer time and school is out and you’ve got the summer free
Head out to the ballpark for a pick-up game or two
Or maybe you’d go swimming; it’s really up to you
And when you’re getting hungry; head on home for lunch
Peanut butter – jelly – lemonade or punch
Leave something on the counter so Mom knows that you ate
And leave a note up on the fridge if you think you’ll be home late
You can leave the house each morning and stay out all day long
At first it might seem funny but that feeling soon is gone
If you get hot and thirsty and you did, heaven knows
You didn’t run back in the house, you grabbed the garden hose
You had to let it run awhile; that water would be hot
But soon it would run cool and clear and really hit the spot
You’d jump on your bicycle and ride for miles and miles
The exercise would do you good and the ride would bring you smiles
And as the day was ending; you’d hear the katydids
You’d know it’s time to say good night to all the neighbor kids
Then as the street lights flickered on; you’d hear your mother call
Time for you to head on home; REPEAT until its fall!

Mdailey  -  

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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Poolside

Burning, white heat coursing across flesh
		A honky no longer
Leafy flecks marbling skin like wire mesh
		Relax and grow stronger

Silence attacked by Dolly Parton’s CDs
		A boiling furnace
Darts competitions bring you to your knees
		The sun only burns us

The water is contrastingly icicle cool
		At night the sunshine abates
Trapped voluntarily here by the pool
		Package holidays are great!

Details | I do not know? | |

A Place Called Home

I will have that moment one day
With her in my arms sitting around her 
And enjoying the nature charms
Thre too shall be a place. A place called home
A home built by 2 people for each other 
A home that complete us
A place made by Suki for Bella
A place made a paradise by Bella for Suki
That is a place that I would like to call home
A home is where the heart is
My heart lies In Bella 
Each and aevery single heart beat
Each and evry single breath I ever take
Everything I ever do is all for you
My Bella 
A time shall come when we been on the stage where we can say that we finally made it
To a place
A place which we could call home.
Just me and you on a journey a special journey
A non stop journey until we reach home
With all the love I posses
Yours till death

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Once Upon a Time in the West

Now, I find it kind of funny how quickly things change
Once was a time when everyone wanted a home on the range
A place where they had room to stretch & grow
Out where the cattle bawl & the west winds blow

The city folk have all gone country or so they’d like to think
Why, there are new houses going up faster than you can blink
You remember that prime grazing lease? Take another look
It’s looking more & more like an architect’s pop-up book

They come out here to escape all the big city worries & trouble
They said they weren’t concerned if their commute doubled
Now they are talking of bringing a super market in
And an increase in crime spreads our deputies thin

They thought that grazing cattle made a picture quite quaint
Now those same cows holding up traffic is an oft heard complaint
They throw out words like eco-friendly & environmental plan
Then scrape the land as clean as momma’s griddle pan

Yes, everybody wants a home out on the range
And I am just a cowboy trying to reconcile the change
I watch the valley whittled down into an urban scene
And wish that I was back again in childhood fields of green

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Freedom is NOT Free

alone in this world of chaos and destruction
fighting to survive in a world with lost hopes
my dreams of freedom becomes just an illusion
while i strive for the stars and stripes we once use to see as a blessing that has 
now became nothing more then a fight for our own dignity
cursing of a signature upon a dotted line
just wasting my years away in this unforgiving fight
and for what?
so i keep myself occupied and on my toes
so i can tire myself out and break my bones
people are dying and trying to live
trying to make it back to their family that prays for them
to make it home safely is startin to look like a dream
to be able to wrap our arms around out family is far from becoming reality
waking up to just another day in this god forsaken place
running from the blast and ducking for cover 
cant ever walk away without a worry
cant talk above a whisper
and carrying a weapon every where i go 
i try to be safe but i just dont know
inside is where i keep my emotions hidden and deep
trying to stay strong so my life i can keep
without the fear of loose thaughts running across my mind
always thinking about the next life im ready to take 
just to make sure i make it home okay
and why do i even want to stay in this fight
or give up my life for a country some my dispise or second guess
i really dont know 
i must be crazy to want to reenlist
maybe there isnt much else out there for me
maybe it my type of calling, just to keep you all free
but things get old quickly and fast
i cant keep making these sacrifices for people who dont even know my name
i get no thanks and no god bless,
all i get is these faces looking at me like i made some type of regret
but if you want to judge me for my line of work look at your self and drang yourself 
through the dirt
try to be able to walk in these boots 
and fight for the country you believe shouldnt lose
with a population of billions 
and the majority are strangers comming to our contry to stay out of danger
but im still here fighting for freedom for those who are afraid of doing what i do
for you, for them, and many more to come
keep in mind that im not dumb
dont tell me that im wrong for the things i choose to do
think carefully, freely and then look at you
because everything you say and everything you do
you wouldnt be able to, if this country wasnt free
thats why i am here to make sure we will have the freedom we all and this contry 

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Rules Are Rules

“I’m sorry, sir, but our bathrooms are only for our patrons.”

“Well, I patronize this restaurant all of the time, I am just not eating here today.
And, I really need to use the bathroom, so, if you could please, get out of my way.”

(Funny how I talk in rhymes even when I don’t intend to.)

Not only did he not move, but another employee joined his side for reinforcement.

“Look, fellows, it’s up to you; I am just out on a walk and my stomach suddenly feels upset and I am quickly reaching the point of no return.  Either you can let your silly rule slide this one time and get out of my way, or, you can stand by your silly rule and ruin the lunch of the patrons that are here today.  But you better decide fast, because I am not going to last.”

“Sorry, sir, rules are rules.”

Now I and, my guess would be, about twenty-five other people, no longer frequent that establishment.

Even though I was now covered in – well, you know – I agreed to stay while the police were on their way; after all, my emergency was now over and all I needed was to get home and take a shower.

The police officer was very sympathetic and understanding.

“There is nothing I can really do here.  Next time, I suggest you let him use your bathroom.”

“Aren’t you going to even make him clean up this mess?!”

“No, I think you earned the right to do that yourself.  This man is sick and needs to go home and take care of himself.  A little compassion for his situation on your part could have avoided this whole mess.”

I politely declined her invitation to drive me home – I didn’t want to mess up her patrol car – and walked the remaining two miles home in soiled pants, but with some sense of dignity in my stride.

Maybe, sometimes, rules shouldn’t be rules.  Or, at least, enforced with some sort of common sense.

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Don't Wake Me Til I'm Home Again

The weekend went by too fast
my time with you never lasts enough
Wake me up when I’m home again
My joy has set 
and I must wait
to be happy again
Time ticks by
ever slowly
being so far away
is a torture unholy
Wake me up when I’m home again
Pressing on
for your love
a blessing I don’t deserve
In your absence
the days are long
I grow tired
and struggle to stay strong
I crawl into
bed at night
pretending you 
are holding me tight
Wake me up when I’m home again
Wake me up when I’m home again
Wake me up when I’m home again

Details | I do not know? | |

A Love Letter 2

I was waiting on a modem and had a trusted friend send you the last email. 
All confusion has left me. 
I feel so different, and such sweet serenity, solance at times, and waves of tears as thinking of the way people as you must feel about me. Finally by faith, perserverence I am healed and I am not dancing in public at any writing site.
I have written my sentiments and I am going back home to the foot hills that I am from. The elders in the next years are going to have what they call a house raisin' John! That is where all the neighbors get together and bring stuff, and when they raise the frame, its sort of celebrating, everyone is happy and they do not stop until it is done. 
They want me home John. I never fit in anywhere in the world, only there and its been a very rough road. I love you. This much I do know.
People that knew me before, think that I need MORE medication, because they do not know what has happened to me. It is sad in many ways, I cannot be myself around people that doubt me and I am really getting pretty because I am happy now. If some day you could ever forgive me from your heart for the estranged things I said out of context and for being mean, decitful and jeleous, I hope you can find that in your heart?
Will you know I love you when I say nothing? Will you fade away? Will you never know who I am.?
I honestly can lone those foot hills the rest of my life. I will love you still through the silent nights, the winds cease and the shadows leave, for more and more I find a friend in Jesus.
I don't want hurt anymore, and the times we had, the seasons we beared, was not nice, not as love should be. Yet I am so full of life at the possibility of my love that I kept so securely hidden in innocence, to one day reveal my truth of my love to one in my life would be so tender and gentle to me. I'll be walking the dirt roads, where noone has ever walked beside me or held my hand.
I've seen enough of this world and it hurts me but love is not dirty back where I'll reside. Loning through life, your love will always be there, you said you would be there in spirit and I belive that so much. I just cannot fit in with people baby,  and I was hurt so deeply that after many years, I couldn't reveal how I truly felt becuse I built a barrier so no one would hurt me. You helped me know love, and forever I will love you. Love shouldn't be dirty at all.
I just want to go home.

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Upon the new day

Upon the starting of the day
as the shore streches out before me
and laying upon the beach a stranded tree 
covering it were the myjestic treasurs of the sea
looking upon all the beauty i realize this is just the starting of a new day
one where things will be brighter, happier 

Later in this new day I meet a man on the road 
I stop and ask him if he needs a hand 
he gladly accepts my help with a smile and a sigh of relief
He never spoke but he had a look that would make the most hard of men smile
when I finished he nodded and I was on my way further into this new day

I walk on as the day continues on
things are looking real good for the hours to come 
I started home to enjoy the rest of this day with my wife
I reached the last two blocks to my humble home on the hill 
as I crossed the street a car sped by and I was crushed without knowing what happend

I lay there dying alone in the street
the people in their homes called 911 
the ambulance was rushed out there 
I was slipping fast into the darkness of the night
I died that night before I even reached the doors of the hospitle and when I did leave our 
earthly realm I followed the light to the gates of the judgement place before 
heaven and hell there I met the old man from before and he said I was a good man ,
the first words I had herd the man speak and then I was thrown back in to a whirl wind and i 
awoke with a jerk in the hospital where my wife sat watching as the doctors jumped back in 

Start your Life upon the new day and help those in need it may save your life one day....

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Make Yourself at Home in my Heart

The other day I was talking with you 

You're so easy to talk to

we discuss our points of view

and all the stuff that we've been through

I'm in love with love they say

sure I'm searching everyday 

I hope you can come out and play

cause there's something that I hope you can do

You can make yourself at home in my heart

there's an empty place your welcome to fill

it doesn't matter that we're so far apart

You don't have to, but I hope you will

make yourself at home

in my heart

Lady how the time does fly

I know you're crazy and so am I

some day we might give us a try

but for now, let's watch the world go by

I bet if I could be with you

a lot of things would feel brand new

I bet there would be laughter too

and we would never want to die 

If you could make yourself at home in my heart

There's an empty place I want you to fill

it don't matter if we're light years apart

You don't have to but I hope you will

make yourself at home

in my heart

I see no need now to be coy

I know I'm acting like a little boy

You don't know how much I enjoy

every minute that goes by

When you share your words with mine

feels like things will work out fine

I hope that I'm not out of line

If I come right out and say

You can make yourself at home in my heart

there's an empty place you're welcome to fill

doesn't matter that we're so far apart

You don't have to, but I hope you will

Just make yourself at home

in my heart

You'll never be alone

in my heart 

Details | Rhyme | |

Working she thought I be

so there I was 
fishin just because
working I told her I be

she didn't know my where abouts
or me in's and me outs
bet her I'm home by 2 or 3

trolling a long
scratchin my ding dong
happy as could be

so there I was
don't know why it do's what it does
It was a sound so eerie

then there was a pop
the outboard came to a stop
stranded there I be

so I ate a moon pie in style
drank RC cola awhile
and stared at the sea

then I knew it wasn't the end 
but there came a little wind
and capsized I be

so there I was all alone
and was scared to the bone
all around me was sea 

before me flashed my life
and my beautiful wife
a widdow, she will be

I knew I wouldn't fail her
I'm the son of a sailer
tuffer than nails I be

so without my boat
I did the dead mans float
and swam, when I, had energy

oh how I wished
I didn't get jellyfished
stinging, all over, me

"god I can't tell you where to begin"
"promise I won't do it again!"
"fishing, she'll know I be"

"so if I had another chance"
"I just pooped in my pants!"
"I won't, let you, down you see"

"so forgive for my sin"
"and I'll say amen"
"I sure, hope, you hear me"

I almost gave up
but I kept my chip up
it just wasn't meant to be 

so with all that I am
I kicked hard, paddled, and swam
then a shrimp boat I see

then with god I made a bet
when it passed by I'd grab the net
thankfully saved I be

well I was no longer alone
and on my way home 
hero's they were to me

and though I was wet
my wife lost the bet
made it home by a quater to three.....

By Captain Mike

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The Fool That I Am

I was taking her home to meet my parents
Of whom I never had said much about
If she had any concerns about the feelings I had
This was sure to remove all of the doubt

My father was working in the garden
When we drove up the driveway to my house
He was so happy to get to meet my girl
That he yelled into his lovely spouse

When my other father walked out of the front door
The uniqueness of my home life was on display
I watched her very carefully
Hoping she would be okay

She shook their hands with a smile on her face
Saying, “It’s so nice to meet both of you,
This explains so much about your son,
Things I am sure you already knew”

“This explains why he is so accepting
Of all our friends who are different than us
This explains why so quickly everyone I know
In your son puts all their trust”

“This explains why he is not judgmental
And why he never assumes to know another’s story
This explains why he is so confident
And not pretentious like so many other boys”

“But I wonder why he doesn’t boast about his Dads
And why he is worried about what others might think”
Then all three of them turned around to me
Staring with eyes that would not blink

I simply looked at them with love in my heart
Thinking about how my girlfriend and Dads were so cool
Then I simply shrugged my shoulders and said,
“I guess I am just a fool”

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Round and Round

Funny how all these branching roads
so frequently turn into circles.

Before, I dreamed of adventure.
I dreamed of service, of travel,
of the unknown; of things
few others get to claim.

And now that such are mine,
or elsewise in easy reach,
I find the impending voyage home
more than luxurious, more than exquisite;
I just want this road to circle there
for longer than this brief visit -
but ever will it lead on.

Before, I made my way
by the touch of my muse,
the caress of the wind,
arms of the rain and light of the moon.

For months I was grounded,
viciously, to reality; forced to walk
amid an effusion of sweat, pain, and pride.
And now that those two worlds
have finally met,
I'm gradually circling back
to the more ephemeral world of yesteryear.

Before, I yearned for love -
longed for the sweet embrace
of one desired and devoted;
one to walk with, truly akin by the heart.

Now, 'tis much the same -
'twas put on pause for a time,
and I can't speak with certainty
on whether I was closer then, or now.
But after that hiatus from the heart,
I've quickly made my way 'round,
to dreams of a woman who laughs and dances in the rain.

You watch yourself move on,
change a little.
You look in the rear-view mirror
as you drive these dark, foggy roads -
you watch growth and tremors
in your reflection in the pond,
and see the past in the future.

The circle of life isn't simply
a song, an idea -
'tis a sight that unfolds before every eye,
if one cares enough to watch.

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There are times in your life 
when you walk toward the light
by moving out of dark like any mystic

and before the light has gone
it will brand you with a song
a mark that say's your home is globalistic

and again before too long 
your works will soon belong
to the centre of the holocene ballistic

now, the cosmos is the carpet of our soul
the galaxy, the whole of me
the milky way the holocene
the gas that tore abundance from 
the plume of natures pelt

and before the light has gone
it will brand you with a song
a mark that say's your home is globalistic

there are times in your life 
when you walk toward the light
by moving out of dark like any mystic.



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I am a drifting Jellyfish
    my hopes are none to all

I love a place and a time
    the current rips it from me

I have no home, I have no constant
    variables fill my mind

I cannot show what I love
    but really it's a given

All I want is a stable home
    no movement in my waters

The selfish Sea only sees it's self
    one day I will be gone

Beware you selfish Ocean
    my defense is my sting

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come home my child

Come home my child
for my Love for you I can not hide
Come home my child 
for to you my arms are open wide
I am sorry if somehow we have not been able to stay in touch
but you can be assured that I Love you very very much
Come home my child
you are the apple of my eye
you mean everything to me
and that's the way it will always be
Come home my child
I'll welcome you no matter what you say or do
come home my child 
my Love will always be here for you 
I understand if you need to take a little more time
for in my heart you'll always be mine.

How much parents dote on their children and Love them so much, We are all Gods' children 
and he Loves' us more than anything, he waits for us to return home just like any Loving 
parent does, he waits with his arms open wide, his door will never be closed when you knock 
he will answer, to all Gods' Lost children everywhere he truly Loves you and he will always 
care, Just call on him and he will be there.  God bless you all from Diane.

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My own little garden

My dearest little garden
that grows my plants
The finest yard of numerous
that holds my beauty
My wholeness that grants my draft.
My obese garden that stays and stands
Even though you know I am a Yokel.
I owe you much
My till, till and till.
My own mine, I whole you all
Cos you have stood by me
In no place and less vacuum.

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I Am

I am not a perfect person,
My hair doesn't stay in place,
I spill things a lot,
I seem pretty clumsy,
I sometimes fight,
Some days nothing seems to go right,
But when I think of you Lord,
And take a step back,
I remember how amazing my LIFE is,
I just start to see that maybe,
I would be better off imperfect,
As how else would I learn...
What you have tought me Lord...

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS, DD
Copyright 2014

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The Monster Under the Bed

The orphan boy and old man shared a stare.
The orphan had no one to give him love,
"I am alone." This thought held tight his mind.
The older man pondered aloud "Like me!"
"But I am old, too old to raise a child."
The old man looked to God to help him see.
A purpose for his life this boy could be.
Kindness, this old man showed this orphaned child.
To share with him, his home and share a life.
He placed the boy a bed in his bedroom.
So started life anew -a tie was born.
Morning lay the boy asleep on the floor.
With puzzled face the old man ask "For why?"
He held the little boy in aging arms.
"A monster, I fear lives underneath my bed.
I was safer, as I slept close to you."
"Monsters give us much dread." the old man said.
"We must remove this monster right away!
We're off to town to find a monster bat.
That beast we'll drag from underneath your bed.
And beat that monster all about his head"
Returning from town the old man had a plan.
"I will slide you under your bed and then
You grab ahold of monster by trunk or limb.
Then I will pull you out  monster and all,
Then you can beat that monster with a bat."
The boy thought about the old man's plan,
With nod of head the battle then began.
The old man slid the boy under the bed
The boy quickly latched on a woolly leg
The man pulled monster and boy clear of the bed.
Up jumped the boy and took the bat in hand.
The bat he swung above his head and then
A Teddy Bear was all that lay in sight.
The old man's face was all wrinkles and grins.
"A lesson did we learn about monsters?
Such brave a lad to face-up to his fears."
The boy was now in his last year in school.
A collage scholarship the boy had won.
A man gave thanks to a very old man
For sharing home and life and lessons learned.
For teaching about life, love, family.
By now the old man's time was drawing short.
One more lesson he had to teach his boy,
The old man looked to God to help him see.
Through his tears through his pain, the young man smiled.
That death was not to fear but was to face.
Last words on earth this old man ever said.
"death is just the monster underneath the bed."

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Broken Promise

As i waved you goodbye the day that i left

A loving embrace and the tears that were wept

To the poppyfields of france we answered the call

So many young lives lost and its here that i fall

My mind wanders back to when i last saw you

My promise to you that this we would get through

The crossing of my heart to our young son and daughter

That daddy would be back home come hell or high water

Remember me.......

Forgive me my loved ones for a promise spoken

Im sorry i wont be coming home i lie here bleeding and broken

Forgive me.........

To the left and the right of me my comrades lie still

But never to see my family again though is the bitterest pill

I see in my minds eye the life i am leaving

I see the pain of my loved ones there crying there grieving

But be still my love for you have no more tears to weep

My pain will soon be over then eternal sleep

So think of me warmly and this price i have paid

And when your time comes my love do not be afraid

For i shall be waiting here to take you by the hand

To kiss you embrace you and lead you to gods golden land

Together again in eternity.......Forever

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Bring me home again

How did I end up here.?
How did I lose my way?
Tossed in this sea of destruction,
I drift further and further each day.
Loneliness surrounds me,
As the waves keep crashing in.
How do I get back ?
Bring me home again
Lost in the tidal wave of confusion
Surrounded by torture and shame
I feel as if I drowning
Immortalized in pain
Imprisoned by my past
Held captive by my mate
Is this all there is to my life
My unquestionable inevitable fate?
There has to be more than this
There must be another way
I refuse to believe You created me
Just to endure this pain every day.
But where do I belong in this great big
Massive world ?
Show me my place let Your will be unfurled
Father, Let the tide turn
Bring me home again

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For Mark

His home is always
where he is –

Beneath the trestles
of clattering trains, he huddles
in the damp & sandy wind,
eyes across the ocean,
sandwich crumbled,
filthy in his coat pocket

His home is just
where he is –

Now inside a box behind a dumpster in the middle of downtown nowhere, 
surrounded by the 
bizarre aroma-therapy of steaming, festering garbage 
His home is exactly
where he can
no longer go –

Inside the placid, welcoming walls
of the house
where his sanity lives


He stumbles, aching,
crying from his
crying from his soul –

His pants encrusted 
with what he could not leave behind, 

His hands 
clutching a desperately empty bottle, 
His hair in stringy,
unkempt ribbons,
slapping his face in the wind


He, trapped & terrified
in a life beyond his living,
seeks suicide
by public transportation,
wishing it could all
just be over

Wishing he could somehow
force his feet to take his body
into the path
of the oncoming bus –

But the driver
will not mow him down,
will not have him on her conscience –

She refuses his anguished gift
of responsibility
& slams the bus to a squealing,
furious, bone-shaking stop
& screams at him


I will not do it!"

Sad, relieved, horrified, pleased,
he views the scene as
one more evidence
of his beleaguered, hated,
ridiculed immortality

And laughs his drug-indentured way
back to the motel 
which has a dumpster 
behind which he can once more 
box himself in 
until he thinks he can afford to
take the public transportation system on 

And maybe this time, he’ll 
find his win, 


be successful 

And never have to live 
inside these walls of pain 


which he only knows as home 

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Quiet Vicissitudes

Quiet vicissitudes on a lonely shore. 

Memories fading with age as the family home crumbles.

It sits alone, abandoned, on it's now private island as the ocean continually encroaches with time.

Nothing left but photographs to prove to the world it was here as a storm crashes overhead.

With one final gulp a once happy home relinquishes itself to the watery abyss.

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Oh Tongue,
What a wonderful organ you are?
You are a two side of a coin;
With you i speak,
Without you am a dumb being,
With you i taste the testable, share 
feelings and emotions.
With you i sin, lied, conspire, deceives 
and confess,
You bring fortune, good-luck and 
happiness to man,
And with you sorrow, sadness and 
misfortune is brought upon man.
With you life can be taken and can be 
With you they can be war and with 
you peace can be restored.
With you sweet home can be wrecked 
and wrecked home can be build.
Oh Tongue,
Why did you bring misery, chaos,
 to man”s life and to this world.

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War Socks

Walking home tonight
the bourealis at its peak
walking in the circles in my mind
of the maze of the mansion
i realise i am wearing camoflauge war socks
and marching home peacefully
and as the gods told me it was time to take reality for a walk
i closed my eyes and saw the blueprint i had
and then just described it

now i'm thinking of the flag in my room of the pirate skull
and my other blue pair of socks
with the crossbones and skulls on them
and i knew with these posters of all these beautiful men around me
a mirror i tell less attractive people
to tell themselves four good things about themselves
a mirror in the shape of a bike tire
to exercise inner demons

but the planes flying over head understand wether or not we march for the socks
of meaning or the posters of the slide of beautifull people and mirrors
of vanity and selfish needs

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An Interview with a Soldier

He was just a boy in a foreign place, 
Far from home amongst people from a different race.
Fighting a war that many people back home were not supportive of,
Have they forgot the day those airplanes flew into those Twin Towers from above?

How many children lost a mom or a dad that day?
We didn’t start it and we shouldn’t be asked to look the other way.
He said I’ve heard it called a Jihad, a religious war,
He said we don’t push Jesus on nobody, and we not going to allow Him slandered, not on my
watch, not by far.

He said I was in high school the day I watched those towers fall,
And I counted the days to join up, I felt the call.
I felt molested and I remember how it made me sick,
And I saw America pull together, strong, powerful, determined and quick.

I saw the eagle shed a tear, then I saw her talons clamp the arrows tight,
And I knew then, that we were going to set things right.
That’s why I’m here to defend or die,
Cause I still love my country and let her flag always fly high.

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Pour me the whiskey

Bartender, please help me
Pour me a drink
Can you see that I'm empty
And I don't wanna think
About the silence that's waiting
When I get back home
So pour me the whiskey
While I crumble alone

No questions, no answers
Tonight is just mine
Just bring me the bottle
Till she's out of my mind
And I can't remember 
What took forever to find
Cause peace don't come easy
When there's love on the line

And here's for the jukebox
Play some old drinking songs
No need to be reminded
Of what's missing at home
Guess I'm here till closing 
And the neon is gone
So pour me the whiskey
Till I hear the last song

Bartender please help me
Pour me a drink
Can you see that I'm empty 
And I don't wanna think
About the silence that's waiting 
When I get back home
So pour me the whiskey
While I crumble alone

Kevin D. Fix

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Without You

I’m not ok
A week has come and gone
You are still  not here with me
Waiting for the court to say you can come home to me
Afraid you are that mommy will forget you, but how could I
So precious to me you are my son
Oceans I have cried since they took you away from me
They say that I hurt you, I hurt you badly
But it wasn’t me, 
I couldn’t do  what they say I’ve don
My world you have been for over the past Eleven years
Holding you, reassuring you that  no mater what comes I’ll be their for you
Doctors told me years a go that you would always be special
You were different, respiratory problems such as asthma,  and allergies you would have
Sesser’s to, and learning would not be easy ether for you
I just smiled and said that’s ok I’m his mommy and we’ll be fine
I’ll care for him don’t you worry for can’t you see he’s my little man
Loving, holding, caring, and protecting  you that is all I know to do
So wile your away, till you come home to me, and for eternity
 these things I will do for this is all I know to do

This I write for my little man Wain, I know God will bring you home where you belong with 
me and the rest of  your family. We love and miss you  Wain!!!!

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Alabama the Beautiful

Alabama the beautiful
Place where I grew
Where small towns never change
and everyone seems to wave at you

Where everyones personal buisness
is pretty much always your own
Too your favorite local drunk
On the corner singing Old songs

Where the creeks are always cold
and your friends are never far
Your only means of entertainment?
of course is the local bar

Alabama the beautiful
The home in which I choose
Too live at peace and in beauty
An offer I just can't refuse

"This here is God's country"
Some people  might would say
If you want to see the edge of heaven
Just come on down our way

Alabama the beautiful
My Home where I grew
where I grew to be a man
A country boy through and through

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Spring garden prep


After the winter season
But before the rains begin
Catalogues of heirloom seeds
Delivered just in time
Earmarked and prioritized
Farmer’s Almanac consulted
Given planting periods
Horoscopes included (but useless!)
Individual seed varieties ordered
Junk mail shredded and added to compost
K (potassium) added as potash
Lumber purchased for trellises
Mulching around transplanted seedlings
Non-Genetically Modified Organisms only
Organic fertilizers only, too 
Planting by phases of the moon
Quick-fix pesticides are anathema
(Round-Up kills everything--US, not just weeds)
Seed boxes keeping seedlings warm
Testing the soil for minerals and organics
Unleashing ladybugs and pollinators 
Vertical gardening to conserve space
Watering just enough, but not too much
Xenocide, killing unwanted weed species
Youngsters helping (or hindering)
Zoning plants to vary root depths

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I'm Ready

It's only been a little while, since we both said Goodbye.
The pain I felt is better, and I feel no urge to cry.
I thought my life was over when you found somebody new. 
But life goes on, and I was wrong...I can get over you. 

I finally can drive by your house and not be filled with gloom.
I can resist that urge to drive my car right through your room! 
The thought of someone else inside, where I once used to dwell,
No longer makes me feel like I am being put through Hell. 

I never felt the love I should have known while living there.
Sometimes I cried myself to sleep alone in deep despair.
Uncertainty and fear was what I felt most of the time,
Knowing that dishonesty and cheating were your crimes.

I finally found the strength to do what I knew should be done.
Get out of there and start anew; the future had begun.
You told me you were sorry and my pain you couldn't bear.
You knew I couldn't stay once I had learned of your affair. 

And yet you helped me build the house that I call home these days,
It's not too big, it's not too small, It's just right, I would say.
I once could see you here in every room within this place.
But, time has dimmed the memory; someday there'll be no trace. 

I never will forget you, for you taught me well, you see.
I've been afraid to look for love since you moved on from me.
You had no problem finding just what you were looking for, 
But I was left to wonder, "Could I somehow have done more?" 

There's no way I could keep you where you didn't want to be,
Nor would I want to know you were unhappy here with me.
Perhaps the one who took my place inside your home and heart,
Will know what steps to take so you will never drift apart. 

I wish her luck, because she doesn't know the real you yet. 
The ties that bind will weaken when she sees that you'll forget
The promises you made to love and honor will be gone
And soon, like me, she'll once again be sleeping all alone.

I want so much to just move on and put the past behind
I yearn for someone new to love, whose heart is true and kind,
I search the eyes and faces of most everyone I see,
In hope that someday soon my soulmate recognizes me.

I'm ready now to open up my heart and love again
Someday I'll find someone who'll take a chance on me, but When?
I know the wait will be worth all the pain and all the tears,
But part of me can't help but feel I've wasted all these years. 

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A week to i aspired!

No office no studies anymore
A week to do something for-
Happiness of the pretty soul
Yearned for a break so long
Prepared a pleasing plan…
Give time to loved ones home
No longer feeling of being alone.
Early Morning Prayer to care
Shower blessings today to ever
Then an ecstatic dine together.

A trip to start some adventure
See beautiful sights with recite
Fearing away haunted fears
Living life in true dimensions
Capturing pictures in digital sense
Back home with reminiscences.
Enjoyed days one to four
With a voyage longed for
Without any worries in mind 
Realizing wishes in store…

Another tale to come on floor
Unwrap the reading pleasure
Let the fantasy world explore
Insights to thoughtful galore
True two days to compose more
Burning lamp to enlighten hope
In lives of God’s home for old
Sharing laugh among faces of Gold 
Whole day more than pure
True living as thoughts enrolled

Week of being true Human being
Each day going with I meant “Me”
Circling life with family tree
Angel bliss! Days of glee…

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SSRI's and I

SSRI's and I ...

... the sounds of thoughts clattering, my neurones sparking,
like Dylan said, my morning recedes jingling and a-jangling,

worn down by this leaden knot, tearing my insides out,
the cacophony drowned in a whisper, lost in a silent shout,

dreams and screams scratching the back of my dry throat,
caged in, liberation hovering like a mirage beyond the moat.

I claw my way, slowly, through a thicket of solitude,
feeling my emotions peeling, stung by unseen nettles,

crawling to an open field, to rest, beneath a sky ablaze with stars,
as my mind glides, brushing the soft grass as it peacefully settles ...

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The Calling

And you oh Father judge of all mens hearts
have examined the core of our secret parts
for each mans conscience knows what is True
and has his choice of what he listens to

Those whose works are harmful have aversion to the Light
for they wish all deeds to be hidden away from sight
Oh Father the hearts the Son of Man could see
how is it possible the gift be given we

Those whom the Father loves with them he shares his mind
for those who want the Truth the shining Path will find
for he can see your thoughts and your hearts intent
those who want the Truth and how your thoughts are spent

All the things of man are preserved in your Book
the Lamb of God will unseal and within will look
all those doing righteousness will into kingdom come
the workers of whats harmful and the liars be undone

From the abundance of the heart does each one speak
and how you judge another in oneself will complete
my spirit my God is molded by your hand
I listen to your discipline and your reprimand

Oh beloved children you are close to his heart
sought he has your redemption from the very start
the wayward sons left their home and into Egypt ran
spent their inheritance on things that will not stand

God freely offers Life within his heart and home
with a Loving family on need never be alone
come break bread together fellowship do share
let Gods loving kindness give your heart repair

Return to your Fathers house and his grand estate
with open arms he'll take you home and repatriate
precious to the Father is every child born
why live in rebellion and loss of Love do mourn

As the Word of God foretold
this dispensations end behold
the age of Gods Kingdom to unfold
spoken by the ancients in days of old

Those who know the Truth watch in great delight
God will collect together those precious in his sight
come you who are laden heavy give to him your pain
embraced within his loving arms be free to Love again

sources IICor 2:16 Hebrews 3:1-6 Phil.2:6-8
Ephesians 2:19 IIPeter 1:10 Isaiah 54:5

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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Old Sof'town

Old Sof'town*


In old Sof'town,
the jazz struck chords,

the jazz lived, it exploded,
out of the cramped homes,
rolling along the streets,
of old Kofifi,

in tune to countless blazing heartbeats.

In old Sof'town,
Bra' Hugh breathed music, Sis' Dolly too,
and Bra' Wally penned poems that still ring true.

In old Sof'town,
Father Trevor preached
equality and justice,
for all, black and white and brown,

and all shades, every hue,
even as oppression battered the people,
black & blue.

In old Sof'town,
the fires of resistance raged,

'we will not move' was the refrain,

even as the fascists tore down Sof'town,
with volleys of leaden rain.

In old Sof'town,
the people were herded,
like cattle,
sent to Meadowlands,
far away and cold and bleak,
as the seeds of resistance,
sprouted and flourished,
for the coming battle.

In old Sof'town,
the bulldozers razed homes,
splitting the flesh of a community apart,
only to raise a monument of shame,
and 'Triomf' was its ghastly name.


In Jozi today,
we remember those days,
and those nights of pain,
that stung our souls.
like bleak winter rain.

Yes, we remember old Sof'town,
as we struggle onward,
to reclaim our deepest heritage,
and build anew,
a country of all hues and shades,
of black and of white and of brown.

And yes, we will always remember,

and yes, we will never forget,

the price that was paid,
by the valiant sons and daughters,
of old Sof'town,

those vibrant African shades and hues,

of black,
of white,
of brown.

* Sophiatown in Johannesburg, South Africa, was also called Sof'town and Kofifi.

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Our Soldiers

Im very proud of our brave men and women
who fight for our freedom every day
calling home when they can
we ask how they've been
and like a good soldier say okay

But as a mother and I'm sure many others
we at times hear something in their voices
this war has taken it's toll, they need to get home
but home isn't one of their choices

And yes I understand my son took an oath
to serve - to protect - to defend
but the military made promises to him as well  
but once deployed do those promises end

So I'm sure you'll agree when I say freedom isn't free
if comes at an astronomical cost
just look around you open your eyes
see how many soldiers we've lost

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Gone are the Gardens

After many years a man returned home to put to rest some very dark demons,
He left as a boy with hatred in his heart and an anger to match that hatred,
A wretched upbringing the spite from his family who hated him was so harsh,
What could a young boy have done to cause this bitterness the answer nothing.

One day very early the door closed behind him the young lad had made a decision,
He decided to leave that awful place and to make his way into the big wide world,
With experiences of his existence he understood nothing could be as bad as now,
With that thought he would not miss nor be missed, off went a lonely little boy.

Making his way it was hard but and he knew that there could be no turning back,
His father a vicious drunk would come home and blame him for his wretched poverty, 
His mother hated the boy she blamed him because he was the cause of this anguish,
His brother wanted him gone as he got scared he would receive the same treatment. 
As a man his mind now strong living so long with a monkey on his back he returns,
Walking the streets in town the place has changed a grey place of grim despair,
People he knows walk the same streets they have lines etched deep in their faces,
Etched lines are a calender of life's events of misery hard work and hard times.

Their clothes are clean but shabby why dress up when there is nobody to impress,
Shoulders rounded and heads down their lives are wasted they are nothing people,
Hard men from his youth are beaten and pathetic living on stories of yesterday, 
Years of drunken weekends and family abuse have clouded and poisoned simple minds  

How many years have these so called men drunkenly beat wives and their children,
Count the bruises made by the connubial fist through many many years of misery,
Remember the drops of blood that have flowed since the words 'I do' were said,
How many tears have been collected as trophies since a wedding day so long ago.

When these people were young and full of hope their life was rosy and scented,
There were stores of honey in their minds and a thousand acres of wild flowers,
As lovers they walked hand in hand along paths bright with a finesse of nature,
Look at them now how things have changed their garden is overgrown with weeds.

Once in a fountain of youth happy children chased after each other playing games,
The dancing spray fell on their flushed cheeks as it gushed in the warm sunshine,
It cast its silvery beads all around but now nobody listens to its rippling tunes,
And people have fallen away and crumbled beneath the tooth and finger of neglect.

Now all the flowers are drooping and faded no footprints walk the old path of youth,
They live in a freezing emotional wilderness growing tired of each other love gone,
Their houses are now gloomy and very unhappy it is hard to pretend this is not so,
No signs of any happiness no 'smile and be merry' as they have now stopped trying.

I am glad I returned to my roots where happiness was just a dream hate was reality,
Now I can close the heavy book I am satisfied that my leaving was the right decision,
The people I saw were ruined wasted people whose lives went where the rut took them,
I left and went back to my own life and like a ghost I faded from my own past forever.

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who will cry for the little boy

who will cry for the little boy? 
When his innocence is no longer attached to his 
who will cry for the little boy? 
When he sees another little boy running alone.
who will cry for the little boy? 
when there isnt much more to say
who will cry for the little boy? 
When the straight line of unforuntate acceptance 
He will never make.
Who will cry for th little boy?
Who would  rather live dead then to conform and 
accept lucid in justice while faithfully believing in 
gods love showing character of that of a human 
Who will cry for the little boy?
Who would kill for family but never for money and 
will take ones life over another's if placed in a 
momentary second.
Who will cry for the little boy?
That will respectably hand over his breathe for the 
circus of evil in return for all to have a drop of 
water 24 times a day.
Who will cry for the little boy?
Which knows too often yet knows nothing of a safe 
Who will cry little boy?
When all his life he was taught about drugs but 
never warned about love.
Who will cry for the little boy?
Who no longer is fascinated with money but can't 
fool the anxiety within from seeking it.
Who will cry for the little boy?
Who forgot how to deal with emotion  for fear hell 
be separated from god.

Who will cry for the little boy?
When time is an energy and not something u 
count and all he has lived has formed into an 
inner radiating cloud that when looked through his 
lens life's simplicity is nothing simple.Who then?
For me it be better without me , for u it be better 
to have me. For us I'd seek to live forever. For life, 
I'd realize this will last forever . The circle of life. 
More than a bitch , it'll never be bias. That's how u 
know its real

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You Are My Home

I wish that I could take a Kodak
and be able to really take you back with me
I wish that this moment could last forever
while we take advantage of 
this perfect cuddling weather
Sitting here in each other’s arms
chair reclined
and blanket on us
watching movies from when we were kids
They say
that home is where the heart is
and quite simply
my home is where you are
You are my comfort,
my sanity,
my happy thoughts
and hope
The one person in which I can confide
and never have to hide
a single part of me
You are my home
and you are where my heart is

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Sons daughters and parents

Sons, daughters and parents

She’s making lunch the kitchen
Get the kids ready for school
She goes to the grocery
Comes home and clean the pool

She does all the laundry
Fold and pack in the draw
She makes dinner in the oven
Got Soccer practice at four

He gets home at six
Turns on the TV and grabs a beer
Get angry when he sees s
 That She is not there

Since he came back from Iraq
He was never the same
They send him in the fire
 But only she feels the flame

And when she gets home 
He wants to starts a fight
She put the kids to bed
And kiss them goodnight

Then he hits her so hard
 When she comes down stairs
She fell down the to floor 
Her eyes fill with tears

And she cries in silence
As her mouth bled
She thinks of the children 
Sound asleep in bed

Then he attacks her
She’s afraid for her life
They struggle in the kitchen
And he fell on a knife

And now she is behind bars
Until the case is done
While in the white house
New war plans has began

The children are with her parents
A happy family life taken away
As the evils of war continues
To call our sons and daughters today

Let’s make our voices have an effect
Calling for all wars to end 
And lets this be a world where no one
 Lost a son, daughter or parents again

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just a little spoken word

looking at ur smile trying to see if ur really happy or not sure i see your glamorous clothes 
and high stlye shoes but does he give you that love that u really want . watching mom as you 
grow up taking in everything daddy does as no bid deal even as a little kid you know that 
lady doesnt act like an aunty should when mommy not around. in the streets the men crowd 
around just to watch you walk by i get now you feel ur a hot commdity but its just a game 
they girls before you have figured out after they slipped and gave it up that their really not 
that more important than the one that was before you lol funny just thinking about it as you 
try to tell your younger sister to watch out and be care ful cause ur stuck at home with a 
baby like mom was at your age when grandma tried to warn her too but little sis doent listen 
cause she feels like you once did that she wont ever make that mistake and end up like you. 
look like everything is just repeating itself until sis this doesnt come home with a baby cause 
she has alreadt caught that virus and stuck in and out of the hospital cause ha baby cant 
fight off the aids thats rapidly rushing through ha body. as mom blames you for what hass 
happened your sister and your still blaming mom for what happened to you grandma sits 
back and prays that everything will be alright baby daddy not around cause he feels hes not 
man enough to be a farther not that he will admit be puts it as its not his baby afraid he will 
turn out just like his farther stuck taking care of a baby and not able to live his life and end 
up miserable and abusing mom and cheating with the local prostitues who have come to 
know him by name and the ones who you slang crack to day in and day out too. its what 
some would call the thug life lol i dont see why cause no education or streets smart to hustle 
just a dummie standing on a corner with a bag in ya pocket and money that your bound to 
get robbed of.

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Man, if she could be the one

Tell her you love her,
reassure her
Hold her close and cuddle her 
Treasure her

Go see her, 
no matter how far away she lives
Always make an effort
let her know she is worthy

Let her know 
that she is beautiful to you,
worthy of your love
Hold hands and kiss her

Be unpredictable 
send flowers, love cards 
tokens of love, letters
and appreciation

visit her when sick
Be there for her always
Hold her when sad or upset

Do not be afraid 
to show your feelings
Nor share your hearts desires
Share secrets with her

Spend time together,
relax, have fun and laugh
Give up your seat,
tidy up and play your part

Open doors for her
Guard every word and breath
Make sure she gets home safe with a call; 
better still see her home to the door

If you’d give your life for her 
die for her, defend her, protect her
Then wait for her,
however long it takes

The sex can wait
Man, if she could be the one
with whom to share a life-time together
Respect her …

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I really don’t know where to start 
 So I guess I’ll just say what’s in my heart 
 I want to tell you a story 
 About my dad that I never got to see 
 He was kind and good and a brave man 
 There were many like him who left to fight in another land 
 Like others who went before 
Everyone prayed that they would be back at the end of the war 
That men would come and leave no more 
He never came back again 
 He never saw my life begin
Never saw my first birthday 
 Or take me to school on my first day 
 I grew up wondering why 
Why didn’t God pass my daddy by 
 To let him come back home safe to be 
 Home to his loving family 
I’ll never feel his loving touch 
Or hear his words telling me he loves me so much 
 The dad I long to see is in a picture in front of me 
And yet I know he will always be here in my heart to comfort and guide me

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Awake at Midnight

Awake at Midnight

sleep retreats
into tunnels of dewy thoughts

teasing the worn mind

awake at midnight
dreams recede

into caverns of mist
to brew their hazy potions

awake at midnight
weariness seduces the being

seeking to slip away
thirsting for solace in
the numbness of slumber
awake at midnight


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Fidalgo Island

Fidalgo Island
'All grown-ups were once children...but only few of them remember it.' – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry in The Little Prince
When we were kids, we agreed that Guemes and Cypress looked like a boa digesting an elephant on some days, and on others when the fog would roll in, the Loch Ness. On the worn crumbled steps of the amphitheater, we gazed at the horizon dotted with islands, sails and orca fins and breathed in the air of moss-cedar damp and sea spray, as time disappeared into campfire smoke and whispering wind. But as the years rolled by we forgot about Fidalgo Bay. We traded fog horns and seagulls for honking cars and whining motor bikes, the salty breeze for an asphalt mirage that reminds us of the mirrored surface of calm seas, the shining waves around the boa and the elephant we left behind. Someday, when our backs are hunched and our legs need a cane, we’ll go back to a time of gray mists and steady rain.

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Memory Unlocked

contest: A Fragment of Life

Each experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key...
I look at the sky and for a brief second I know where I wish to be…

                                   The place, the place with crooked streets,
                                    With music, yes music pumping its beats,
                              Every person, in the town, my family had become
                         Filled every day, with soft sighs, of happiness each one

The sky was filled with sparkling glitter,
My shyness gone, not a single jitter, 
Leaping from bench to bench voices high,
Singing to all, singing to none; don’t know why

Laughter echoing into the night,
            Our dancing eyes the only light,
                            Many stares and glares, us not really caring,
                                           Just letting go, just being ever so daring

                                                                Around and around the kiosk we went,
                                                   From bench to bench till we were spent,
                                      We got drunk on water and high on air,
                        Lacking restraint, and with delight to spare,



                          We were home, at the home with the crooked streets
                                   And music, yes music pumping its beats
                       With my family, my friends, my home this place had become,
                          And every day, the laughter and our joy was never gone,

I look at the sky and for a brief second I know where I wish to be…
This experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key...

-Elsa  Gonzalez
August 21, 2001

Details | Free verse | |

On My Way Home

When day is done and night draws near
   I'll stumble out to greet the waning light

I'll grope for keys to start the old wheels turning
   And head for home again

Thought the time is short, the drive is long
   And all seems in a haze

My mind turns back the pages now
  As alone I start to think

Of days gone by that still remain
   So deep inside of me

Days that filled my soul and more
   So bright the light that shined

But all is past and drive I must
   On my way home again

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Bourbon hours

I’m looking forward to more than winter seas
Young and warm we sat across the barn
Bristled against the ground, crushing misted leaves 

Yesterday I slept cold and worn
If I leave you now, we may never be
I’m growing fragile as my nights are torn

She says she’s coming home tonight
I guess she’s got no better place 
To roam tonight

I often wonder why you stop and go 
Relaxed against the soil, never mind the snow
My eyes may close, awaken, surely your to go 

Within the wind, we live, we mend
As the night begins, we start to end
You rub my chest, you tell me morning comes

She says she’s coming home tonight
I guess she’s got no better place 
To roam tonight

I think she sees me write 
Empty songs 
For lively nights 

I hear them speak, they say we could never be
But here against the wind
There’s only you and me 

She says she’s coming home tonight
I guess she’s got no better place 
To roam tonight 

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The Shedding of Skin

The Shedding of Skin. 

Parched lullabies seem jarring,
gentle persuasion an assault,
quiet understanding reeking of decay,
fatigued under this skin in which I must stay. 

Dreams of moulting,
shedding the hubris of crafty words,
flushing away all famished rhymes,
ripping the fibres of an ink-stained past. 


Always knowing,

that honey-soaked kisses, seem destined,
never to last. 

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Pressing On

She watched the mountain intently
Like a bird who’s nestling of dwelling, complains
Yet, neither will move --
Reality blooms;
A surge of genius
Strikes the hollowed core ~
Worrisome thoughts she shan’t abide…

A mother’s love still strives,
Strong willed fledgling must now -- fly
Search to build, its -- own nest
-- Mother bird soars above the mountain -- mind at rest 

An elder once said teach them well in the ways they must go… Like a hawk one must keep a 
watchful eye for they are still your prizes; you never know when they may come home to 
roost again... Or at least visit…
However, if they can't respect the home then its time 
For them to fly on their own...

Details | Lyric | |

Watching From Heaven

He’d just turned forty, a happy single daddy
He had sunshine days and his life on track
His two girls and him, he love’s his lit’l family
He would never even think of ever looking back
Cuz’ his two girls were growing  - way to fast

His days were busy, when springtime came calling
He farmed right on through the cold bitter rains
And when the planting season  finally ended
He’d caught a cough he just couldn’t shake by then
And that’s when he called me up

My heart beat fast as I packed my bags 
and  rushed to him
It hit me hard how his face was pale
 and his body thin
He smiled his smile at me and said -  come on in
He said  - brother you’ve got to help me
Cuz’soon my girls will be missing me

I need you to hug and kiss them both for me
Tell’em their daddy loves’em when they scrape their knees
Wipe their tears and tuck them in
Read them stories where the Prince always wins
And when they bring home their first dates
You make a mean face and you tell him straight
To have them home not a minute too late
You just tell him- I’m always watching 
From Heaven

I laid my head there upon his chest
My tears fell hard as he struggled for breath
My shoulders shook and he squeezed my hand
He said, I love you brother and you’re a good man
And I know you’ll be the greatest daddy to them
You just tell them – I ‘m always watching
From Heaven

I raised my head then,  smiled and said
I’ll hug them daily and tuck them in
I’ll tell them stories where the Prince always wins
They’ll know their daddy was strong and brave
And I’ll have fun scaring all their dates
I’ll teach them right and what is wrong
I’ll dry their tears when they hear your song
And when its hard and their missing you
I’ll just tell them- You’ll always be watching
From Heaven

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For Comrade Chris Hani 1942 - 1993

For Comrade Chris Hani
(1942 – 1993)

mowed down
by hot lead
your blood flowed
into our African soil
murdered you, yes, they did
silence you, they never will
for your voice
your spirit
speaks to us still

Details | I do not know? | |

The day my life ended

The day we met
My life began
We both knew it was love
Our hearts were one and our minds the same
Until that hot summers day
You were driving home to see me
After a hard days work
You never made it home that night
You weren’t far from home when it happened
A car came from round the corner
It was moving too fast
You didn’t have time to move 
It was over in seconds, the pain faded soon
You were gone and they were alive, thats all I knew
My eyes were full of tears, my heart full of pain
I knew I’d never seen you again
My life ended that day

Details | Free verse | |


My house (it's a really two-bedroom apartment
On the corner of Moorpark, lineup as if it
Was a firecracker or criminal lot, unshaven, old; 
Overcrowding and unquiet nearby an overcrowded
Avenue filled with prostitutes, hustlers, pimps, etc.)

	In front of my house there were several roses and wild Carmelites,
And sometimes they called it the flowery hamburger-tree building. 
I knew it was rooted by a woman named Martha --
--A white, fat housewife who lived at Apartment 334
Who taught me how to make roses with recycle of Newspapers
And they're very pretty in Thanksgiving parade.

	But Martha knew how they could be so pretty,
And she is dead now, (killed by an overnight bullet
By an unknown gunman who had stolen three dollars
On her night able...The bullet crossed her face,
	And we all missed her.

Across the corridor, unspoken long pathways
Of fairest oldies and bloody virgins
And hanging up against the walls secret codes and God knows what the hell these say. It began to expand with regressive fall, repeating over and over
They were completely no alone.

	Back there, soured smell, noises,
Stolen tires and a shitted pool, and that all ought to be
Passing in same way where the trees were lower,
And the brushes waving high and all happen just like that.

Now, here, inside this Beverly Hill apartment house
In Moorpark, an empty kitchen and some funny pictures: apples & oranges
& a Girl watches a landscape; all were unchangeable against the wall.

Holding the anger still
Seriously as a half-onion, I kept playing any 
That initial bid knowing as Death and Hope which I know it is part of our dream.
My dream, and that one day I'll zoom myself out.
From "The Nursery Dawn"

Details | I do not know? | |

On Crimson Petals

on crimson drenched petals

and scarlet folds


like tears, like blood

clings to the delicate flower

withering in the breeze

like tears, like blood

falling, dripping

from eyes wounded at having seen too much

from a mind numbed into a solitary prison as such

like blood, like tears

flowing freely with nothing to hide

except the ache that lies coiled up tight inside

tears and blood

drowning the soul

in a torrential flood

of pain, of torn thoughts, of wasted moments entire

like tears, like blood

drowning, smothering

the will

and quelling all desire

like bloodied tears

trickling down

clipping at the being

with emotion-less shears

consuming the soul with countless fears

of today, and tomorrow, and the passing of the years

as the dew clings to the delicate petals, and intricate folds

of the crimson flower

drenched in scarlet, bloodied tears

knowing not what the future holds...

Details | I do not know? | |

No More This and That more this and that as
the sweltering pain distills empty chit-chat

in the clarity of the dawn
while blinded lovers fawn

the words that are spoken are mostly broken

meant not in truth but merely as a consolation token

of placating shredded hearts with lie upon lie

while weaving tales high up in the unreachable sky

torn and twisted truths clung onto so tight-fisted

but as the smoke clears the truth sears

through the gurgling blood flowing down the years

and after hour upon hour of salt-drenched tears

while long suppressed fears springs forth and reappears

as feelings shift gears and as it all in a flash disappears

and though yesterday was gentle and the passions elemental

today its all just slipped away

beyond reach of even tomorrow as emotions faltered and began to sway

and so wrath wraps itself in doleful cloth

silently despising all movement yet resenting all weary sloth

wheezing past the denizens of the glorious ivory towers

seated on fences that expose all defences

stripping away the layers of dismembered senses

and in the end the one that breaks is the one that refuses to bend

to yield and lower the mock shield

stamping its bitter verdict inside an emptiness that is within a vacuum sealed

so awaken to the realisation that all that was has been forsaken

while idle moments seem ripe to be taken

through thick and thin and the bluster and the din

of feeling the agony of being kicked in the shin

and cast aside, off from the always treacherous ride

with nowhere left to go

and no place safe to hide...

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On The Road

Thin sound heart-strings
Are already tuned. 
Daisy, we're parting,
As I am leaving soon.
Drums, guitars...
Restless stars
Chase change and motion
In search for world renown.
And when I cross the ocean,
You'll feel a little down.
But I am gone.
So, please, hold on.

Yes, your heart explodes, 
But my life is shows,
Music, concerts, benders
With all my rocking friends.
My true home is roads,
If you love me so,
You will quell your anger,
Await me till the end

Life is a hurry -
Days and weeks have passed.
Daisy, don't worry,
As I am back at last.
But soon I'll leave,
And, please, don't grieve.

Yes, your heart explodes, 
But my life is shows,
Music, concerts, benders
With all my rocking friends.
My true home is roads,
If you love me so,
You will quell your anger,
Await me till the end.

You can't deprive me 
Of all this drive.
Music is all my life.

Yes, your heart explodes, 
But my life is shows,
Music, concerts, benders
With all my rocking friends.
My true home is roads,
If you love me so,
You will quell your anger,
You'll wait for me.

Yes, your heart explodes, 
But my life is shows,
Music, concerts, benders
With all my rocking friends.
My true home is roads,
If you love me so,
You will quell your anger,
Await me till the end.

Details | Blank verse | |

I am a Old Lady

I am a old lady
I wonder if I will ever survive the next few nights 
I hear people coughing and snoring 
I see a lit up room with nurses coming in and out 
I want to go home 
I am a old lady 
I pretend to smile at the nurses
I feel very sad 
I touch something that feels like a pill 
I worry if will ever see my grand kids 
I cry when the ambulance people come into my room 
I am a old lady  
I understand that I am ought to die someday 
I say that god will bring me to a happy place 
I dream that I will go home and die there 
I try to yell but my voice is slowly dying 
I hope for freedom 
I am a old lady 


Details | Ballad | |

A walk in the Dawn

He called my name
I heard from my dream
Jumping up from the bed 
Misplaced my sleep

Five thirty am it was
I carried his travelling bag.
To the bus stop we aimed
Forgetting the gate key delayed a little

Within seconds we felt 
The blue dark dawn
We walked fast, but i was ahead
With our footsteps cripping behind us.

Doors were closed
The street was silent
And two to four beings we bypassed
It was a peaceful and jolly walk

At some metres before the bustop
I asked "Did the phone woke up?"
"Yes the alaram woke me tahnks to it"
I set the alarm

We waited for taxis
But they failed us
He was forced to enter 
A rickety Danfo

A bad way to start a twelve hours journey
We exchange  goodbyes
I stayed till the Danfo faded 
Going home was involuntary

My footsteps cripping behind me
The road having infected my slippers
And my feet and the road 
Had been linked with dust

Echoes of a strong bark was heard
It was repiled by a tried and exhaust one
Metres away from home 
The call to prayer was recited

And a lady was preaching prosperity
Both microphones were fighting for reign
They was later joined by a man preaching eternity
The voice of the mosque was conquered

As i entered my red gate
I found my sleep

Details | Rhyme | |

The Cycle of Life

The Cycle of Life

By Elton Camp

The wheels we use serve to define us
From newborn babe to feeble old cuss

First, it’s in a stroller we are rolled about
Alone, we can’t get in nor can we get out

The next set of wheels is a red trike
Then we graduate to the use of a bike 

When we finally have become a teen,
It is in a sporty convertible we are seen

And then later, when the kids come along
It’s in a roomy minivan that we belong

When the kids are grown & have left home
Maybe in a sporty jeep we decided to roam

Retirement comes and we empty the till
Life on the road in a motor home we fill

Soon, an electric scooter is what we see
To help maintain a degree of mobility

Lastly, we are again rolled as others decide
It is the nursing home where we must abide

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Leaving Las Vegas

I feel a tug upon my sleeve Tho’ there’s no one about to see A mental hug that won’t take leave It’s tidal pull full upon me I know it well… I feel it deep… It hides without pretense E’en into my sleep Where my dreams only Offer futile defense It’s a Siren’s cry From primal deeps It’s lover’s sigh “Come lie with me” It proffers me maternal sleep In a dark and eternal sea Best I take leave… Whilst I might From this dry and sterile city Before the binds become too tight And allow me no more pity This city grasps, tightly clasps ‘Til life lives within no longer My breath now diminished To no more than gasps I pray the pull of the sea Is stronger So romantic to me is The call of the Sea With a sense of panic In mood so manic In feverish urgency I pack That I must at once and forever take leave of LasVegas And never! Never…ever! …Look back…

Details | Light Poetry | |


I never did like onions
Or how it feels in my mouth
Try it once when I was small
But then quickly spit it out

I never did try it again
And I say that I never will
And so many years has past
haven’t change my mind still

When I got to buy fast food
I will always say before 
No onion and mayo please
Then ill double check for sure

But love make we do funny things
Especially when your love is true
The girl I love says, she love onions
And I said OMG I love it to

When you really love someone
There’s nothing you wouldn't do
You will sacrifice anything 
To show Your love for them is true

At that time I wasn't thinking
Guess I put my foot in mouth
Now I spend the whole day thinking
Of a way for me to get it out

I have to go by her this Sunday
To meet she mother and father
And if everything goes well
I plan to give her a ring after

But she said her father is a chef
From a long line of generation
And when he cooking food
He does use a whole lot of onion

Onions are one of the worlds 
Most popular vegetable,
And she father cooking Sunday
So I feeling very uncomfortable

Sit down at the table
He really cook allot of food
He put a lot of onions
So my fear for it got renewed

Comes time for dinner now
I ask for paper plate
Then I start picking out 
The onions to make separate

They all quiet watching me 
Waiting for me to explain
Trying to think of something fast
And idea comes to my brain

So I say to enjoy my onions
I have to be home watching TV
So I taking this home with me
To eat while watching C.S.I, Miami

Later that night told my girl friend
I don’t like onions I’m sorry
She said you do all the for me
So she drop a big kiss on me

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Love, Mania, and Verse

Love, Mania, and Verse

The pendulum swings,
while the mania in my head,
strips me bare and yanks me,
into the cauldron of love.

Once again,
never divining the tea leaves,
knowing, always knowing,
the gnawing knots of unease,
that curl into a fist.

My isolation is a shield,
a suit of armour,
tightly clad around my self,
once worn,
then discarded,
taking its place,
on my barren shelf.

Love, mania and verse,
coalesce, beseeching me,
with timeous forewarning,
not to tread into the quicksand,
that slippery bog of promise.

in times past,
in moments present,
tis' that very promise,
that I cling to.

At times I lose,
myself in the crowd,
rebelling in the solitude found there,

at times I claw,
my way back to the now,
aching for the pain that stings,

the buried voice that sings,
dirges to forgotten emotions,

scribbled verse that flings,
the toys out of my cot,

while I wait,
for the mania to stop,

always knowing,
that it shall be,

merely a matter of time,
before the other shoe,
must, as always, 

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Fading Away from my Past

After many years a man returned home to put to rest some very dark demons,
He left as a boy with hatred in his heart and an anger to match that hatred,
A wretched upbringing the spite from his family who hated him was so harsh,
What could a young boy have done to cause this bitterness the answer nothing.

One day very early the door closed behind him the young lad had made a decision,
He decided to leave that awful place and to make his way into the big wide world,
With experiences of his existence he understood nothing could be as bad as now,
With that thought he would not miss nor be missed, off went a sad lonely little boy.

Making his way it was hard but and he knew that there could be no turning back,
His father a vicious drunk would come home and blame him for his wretched poverty,
His mother hated the boy she blamed him because he was the cause of his fathers anger,
His brother wanted him gone as he got scared he would receive the same treatment.

As a man his mind now strong living so long with a monkey on his back he returns,
Walking the streets in town the place has changed a grey place of grim despair,
People he knows walk the same streets they have lines etched deep in their faces,
Etched lines are a calender of life's events of misery hard work and hard times.

Their clothes are clean but shabby why dress up when there is nobody to impress,
Shoulders rounded and heads down their lives are wasted they are nothing people,
Hard men from his youth are beaten and pathetic living on stories of yesterday,
Years of drunken weekends and family abuse have clouded and poisoned simple minds

When these people were young and full of hope their life was rosy and scented,
There were stores of honey in their minds and a thousand acres of wild flowers,
As lovers they walked hand in hand along paths bright with a finesse of nature,
Look at them now how things have changed their garden is overgrown with weeds.

Once in a fountain of youth happy children chased after each other playing games,
The dancing spray fell on their flushed cheeks as it gushed in the warm sunshine,
It cast its silvery beads all around but now days nobody listens to its rippling tunes,
And people have fallen away and crumbled beneath the tooth and finger of neglect.

Now all the flowers are drooping and faded no footprints walk the old path of youth,
They live in a freezing emotional wilderness growing tired of each other love gone,
Their houses are now gloomy and very unhappy it is hard to pretend this is not so,
No signs of any happiness no 'smile and be merry' as they have now stopped trying.

I am glad I returned to my roots where happiness was just a dream hate was reality,
Now I can close the heavy book I am satisfied that my leaving was the right decision,
The people I saw were ruined wasted people whose lives went where the rut took them,
I left and went back to my own life and like a ghost I faded from my own past forever.

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blessing and curse

its a blessing and a curse
my prison and my search
my gift and much worse
from first to nurturing
my current rebirth
circling above earth
blood for their thirst
my advantage, limit
depreciation by the minute
similar and not unlike me
improving this history
legacy and misery
family not infinity
chips fall as they may
october 2nd everyday
build or wreck my choices sway
make the most cause im here to stay
till my ghost turns to stray
earn this way
or burn before I pray
uncertainty needs to be braved
my dwelling my cave
shelter and cage
part of the play
combined with cards and my age
dealt and I deal
comparisons pale to the feel
its all in my head
yet ever so real

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Heaven or Hell or Earth

The home of god and all good,
Every one thinks its THE best place to be,
Some might think it's the worst place to be.

The home of the devil and all bad,
Every one thinks hell is THE worst place to be,
Some might think it's the greatest place to be.

The home of war, love, and nature.
War is killing violence and blood.
Love if you lucky is great and beautiful,
or could be the killer of most people today.
Nature with storms, hunting, and dyeing.

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he grew up in the city of hard knocks

running wild avoiding dirty cops

BROOKLYN is his home and the ghetto is where he roamed

from a child he always was a fighter 

only when he got older did he become a biter

he got into trouble so many times

finally he got locked up for his crimes

he started boxing to relieve his stress

eventually becoming one of the best

his relationship with robyn was touch and go

could of been a reality show

he was abusive and hit her alot

she finally called the cops and he got caught

that wasnt the end he went through more

committing a rape behind closed doors

he did his time and was released

came home a natural born beast

through the years he tattooed the left side of his face

marking his territory and showing his place

he was granted permission to box out the country

that was when it hasppened on live t.v

he had some kids in between his bids

went from rich to poor thats what he did

today i heard the saddest news 

his four year old daughter is on life support

we are no judge in a high ranking court

let him be in peace cause life is short


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To Where Unknown

Another one disappears to where unknown
Taken at will from near their family home
What possesses a person to become
The lowest of low, whom descends into scum

It was a rainy night in down-town New York
As she headed home taking a different fork
Her desire to get there across darkened greens
Not knowing what was lurking, hidden, unseen

Footsteps in echo grow even closer and fade
In the quiet dark her nerves become frayed
Worried she runs as her mind starts to fret
Internal distraught, now interpret

Upon reaching her home she is pinned to the ground
From the dark abyss he appeared, stealth, no sound
Her long brown locks so delicately brushed
Being pulled in brute, in hungered rushed

To a car she is taken, distraught fills her so
As she's pinned to the floor, her fear is in flow
Down by the docks she's stripped naked to bare
Neanderthal is he in lusting stark stare

Used and abused, her charms now taken at will
What possesses a person to take life to nil
Discarded now spent, now just left in a heap
No care for her family, no sleep till they weep

Days now pass, unknown as to where she's gone
Taken minutes from home, where she truly belongs

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Young, Hurtful Souls

Let's put ourselves in their shoes
Let's take time to understand why they act the way they do

They're tired
Tired of being surrounded by liars

Tired of seeing bags underneath their eyes
Developed from the lonely night cries

They're tired of being tired the next day from the night before
All from staying awake waiting for their mom to walk through the door

Their tired of feeling like nobody cares
Being alone, with no food to eat is too much to bare

Tired of what's suppose to be a home being a house
Of seeing parents play with their children while stuck on the inside looking out

Tired of wondering why do they have to suffer the pain
And be apart of life's hardest game

Tired of crying when people see what's wrong
As if we don't hear the sad tune playing in their hurtful song

They yearn to be where they belong and desire to be
A place where they can feel good, happy, and stress free

Where they can smile, laugh, and play
But mostly, go home to a loving family at the end of each day

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Dream House

The house of my dreams,
A place where everything
Is filled with my imagined themes.

Dream house,
A dome roof of glass,
All stars in viewing.

The house of my dreams,
A place where all seems
So clean and at peace.

Dream house,
A windmill alongside solar mirrors,
Renewing source of energy.

The house of my dreams,
A place to swim and feel free,
Swimming pool and coastal scenery.

The house of my dreams,
A place where everything
Is of my heart's desire.

Dream house,
A shelf of books,
My little library.

The house of my dreams,
A place where I live solitarily
In few rooms yet so leisurely.

Dream house,
A home for my soul,
Place to feel safe and whole.

The house of my dreams,
A place where I am meant to be,
Well-earned ideal became real.

Dream house,
My home just for me,
Own little world only for me.

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It is hot! The air above me suffocates, lacking breeze.
This July eve, the heat affects me most.
Tomorrow, I will end one affiliation and begin anew.
The future causes my brow to arch, the heat adding to my discomfort.

This house, my home is large and strong, but may not survive the coming storm.
All before me, I must be willing to cede as a consequence of this nights decisions.
I feel the heat began to crescendo into a fire storm. 

I envision myself appearing at the very gates of Hell.
I finish my dress and put on my coat realizing, soon, this will be my home no longer.
I will be branded a traitor in my native country, a patriot in my new. 

As I sit in the Congress, I am alone if not for Jefferson and my Congressional Secretary. The 
document prepared by Jefferson beckons my signature. I am overcome with emotion as I, 
John Hancock, President of the Congress, slowly, in large bold script, sign The Declaration of 

As I return to my home, I realize this heat will not go away for a long time.
I return to say goodbye.

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The Vagabond Within

The Vagabond Within.

I slip through cracks,
my memories dimming,
as thoughts of yesterday swirl,
down dreary tunnels of decay,
into the chasm that is today.

Waiting, forever waiting,
to belong, yearning to fit in,
taking solace in transient cities,
wearing masked faces,
tailored for fleeting places.

 I stagger each night, lost,
wasting precious breaths,
drawn from a lifetime of sighs,
no consolation from the cruel,
while donning the skin of the fool.

Wrestling unseen demons,
dreading tomorrow as it nears,
ripping away my shallow smile,
withering into a hollow shell,
seeking comfort in everyday hell.

I stumble, I falter,
words slipping off pen onto paper,
fickle doleful murmurs of distaste,
at the gradual emptying of a soul,
needing to shed it all to be whole.

Stray dogs savage each other inside,
a body lathered in deep muck,
soiling my pants, wetting my being,
whistling promises that turn into lies,
the plaintive songs of a clown that cries.

I am momentary, 
a soap bubble on the breeze,
just smoke clearing into thin air,
wasting away in my cocooned lair,
too old to change, too young to care.

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Masked Man

I remember that night so long 
ago yet it feels as if tonight. 
You strolled into the room 
music was playing. 

A boy not all man yet and 
you were in no hurry had 
no worry was just out 
for the evening. 

You stole away with 
my heart that night under 
the warm July skies 
with that provocative smile. 

We walked awhile for a mile or 
so and learned all the things 
that made each of us tick. 

You were laid back and 
I was so mellow. 
We came and went well 
together back then. 

You were wild and untamed 
I was gentle and bridled 
in your cowboy spell. 

I fell totally for you that 
night masked man. 
But you were wild and 
so untamed like a 

You wanted to roam 
I wanted a home for 

July nights greet me 
now with your provocative 
smile in the warm breezes 
I shiver and quiver so 
longing still for you 
masked man. 

I watch the direction 
you rode out into 
that night. 
My heart rides out 
every now and then 
to see if you... 
remember too. 

This Saturday December 15th I am making memories on my life big time My birthday and now
My wedding day. No Name change the masked man came home to stay {Micheal}  sorry for all
the time away these past few weeks been wedding planning. With Christmas and Holiday tasks
and now the wedding  it takes most of my time.  Will catch up commenting all your
beautiful works.

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Ode Homestead

Visiting with memories 
Childhood days, thoughts remembered, 
Things of me that used to be. 

House that's aged, weathered and grayed -  
I feel its splintering pain; 
Watching me as we all played. 

Elements she held at bay; 
Her walls hold cherished secrets; 
Creaky floors gave me away. 

Love has gone, home lost it's shine. 
Here I sit, this last recall, 
Earth to earth, dust to dust, pine. 

Once I left she lost her spring. 
Her heartbeat beat its last breath 
No more a home but a thing. 

Memories stand strong as she 
Reigned her years; everyone's gone 
Moving on as it should be. 

Thanks to you my ode homestead, 
I grew up secure and loved 
And trips to the wood shed. 

My heartfelt tears have a smile; 
Emotions, both joy and sad; 
New owners, life's worthwhile.

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The Chain Called Life


I remember the day I left home and my old momma telling me it was time I was 
on my own.
    She said son you’re not a boy you’re nearly full grown.
She said you’ll make it fine please don’t despair.
    For I will always love you, you know son I care.
As my journey took me to many places and so many sites I have seen.
   The grass will never match that of my home nor of its pastures so green.
You can’t go back is what everyone seems to say.
    You can’t go back to live in those days of yesterday.
I just thank God for having a mother who knew how to share.
    I sure miss her soft words and the saddest part knowing that she is no longer 
Each person is a link in life’s glorious chain.
    As some merely fade away others form new links to the ones that remain.
Each makes their mark as best that they can.
    Each mark is a link be it of woman or man.
Some links are shiny while others seem dull and quite pale.
    Each link has its purpose each link has its tale.
As life’s circle is connected in oh so many ways. 
    Remember only its laughter and life’s happier days.

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lake of fire

too late to turn back sang the symphony of sorrow
you must pay for your sins and the sentence is eternal
going through a tunnel like funnel cloud terror
saw your entire life played on dirty cracked mirrors
can't turn around,no your home is straight ahead
it's not a nightmare that left you bleeding in your bed
cuts and slashes to your mind,heart,and soul
this journey into darkness you have to do alone
you had a million chances to come into the light
Gods angels begged you please but those demons left you blind
deaf and dumb mindless and numb your only thought was more that was your only rule of 
you let the devil play you,he told you you were his ace
now you see you're just his joker as he's laughing in your face
the signpost reads, :LAKE OF FIRE JUST AHEAD
now your sobbing turns to screaming and your fear it turns to madness
you hear laughter all around you,and evil gladness
now you're on a roller coaster with one hundred other fools
low learning insane victims and low life living imbred ghouls
the cart it rocks and rolls soon it will go off the tracks
and the fire is getting closer,demons crawling up your back
and you scream unholy anguish as you fall into the fire
the devil laughs forever inside your mind full of devilish desire

Details | I do not know? | |



Squirming through my skin, 
moulting once again.

Roots flailing like rotting driftwood, 
bashed upon the merciless shore.

Home awaits the weary traveller, 
to comfort and offer solace.
No home awaits me, 
mere bricks and scattered memories.

Lost in the folds of memory, 
a withered identity beyond recall.


Long misplaced by the wayside, 
forever gone, vanished in time.


As skin moults with dreary repetition.

No home, no place of solace.

For I left myself in a half-forgotten alley, 

While I forever trawl for the way home.

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Welcome Back

Hey, God.
I haven't spoken to you since.... the incident.
When you took my great grandma home.
People tell me to trust you again and go back to normal.
To me. back to normal was when I had my ge ge by my side everyday
Despite the distance.
I come to you wanting to be held again.
I've been through many things in the past year.
You took my brother and my aunt home.
Who else is left?
You snatched many people from my life and put new people in
It's sad to say, they couldn't fill the void in my heart.
You gave me my first love
And then took it away.
I guess you had something better in mind.
Then other relationships bloomed then disappeared.
You brought an angel into my life and he is the most beautiful man I met.
My other angels crowd around me building me up
 Instead of tearing me down
My relationship with my mother was restored
And so were many others.
You gave me more tests and I handled a few of them well after the 15th chance you've given me to fix them
I think I'm finding my way
Even at a slow pace.
My wall is still up between us at times.
I'm still afraid to trust you.
People at church say, " The only person who you can ever turn to is the Lord."
I'm fixing my mistakes
and finding my ways
and trying to stay in contact with you.
I can't let this slip away because this is what I grew up with.
Loving you, praising you, and enjoying my Sundays as if they were new.
So, don't fret because here I come.
Welcome me back with open arms

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A World of Shame and Neglect

The little child was born into a home of violence and abuse.
      Sadness was the closest thing to love and that was no excuse.
A little child screaming as his mother gets slapped and tossed all around,
     While his worthless father struts thinking he is something he is quite profound.
The little children with ragged clothes and snotty noses just stood there in tears,
      What an impression this father has made for them through the years.
We live in a monkey see monkey do get messed up society,
     Most of the children grew up watching their parents fighting never knowing 
 Alcohol or drugs, seemed to dominate most of the poor.
     The thing they didn’t realize this was only a temporary escape door.
The pain that was eased only led to more grief.
      Till violence took over in the name of relief.
 The daddy was loaded up paying the bills, food, utilities and rent,
      While momma stayed home pregnant and got fussed at for the money she 
They had sunk so low they were ashamed to attend any church,
      Afraid that the pastor might point them out as he stood on his perch.
What is the answer if any to this little tale of mine,
       How can we make it stop, can we ever draw a line.
 I do know that hate begets hate so could love be the key?
       Has anyone ever tried it long enough to truly find the answer of this I  would 
love to see.
All of my life I have heard do unto others as you would have them do unto you,
        Such a simple answer could this be all we need to do?
Think About It!!!

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the crowds

the crowds taking the subways 
enter the underground 
below upon waking 
to rise up 
to work 
in the clouds above

only to go back in the evening 
down through the underground 
low upon leaving
to home 
to family
to final rest

in the underground 
or in the clouds above

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remember that time

Remember the past?
When it was hard to last?
When people died left and right?
And went down with nearly a fight?

The ones who stood tall
And picked each other back up when they fall
The ones who believe in freedom
The ones who  fought to keep them

They kept pushing forward
Even when people fell backwards
They heard screaming through the night
And  heard words of fight

When the sun nearly rose
They had to get back on their toes
Only to walk head on into death
Everyone had words of distress 

They would unfold their little blankets to sleep
“I hope I get home alive” they weep
As  ones who struggle to carry on
Its their knees they fall upon

Crying tears of happiness to hold their loved ones again
Only to have their thoughts taken away from them
As the fire of guns ring in their head
And killed that guys best friend named Fred

Sirens of emergency ring
Our troops in green
Forward march ahead
In remembrance of that guy Fred

Victory they sing
As jolly bells ring
Time to go home guys
Thanks for letting our flag fly

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Tick Tock Tick Tock

Tick tock Tick tock

Life fly’s by in the blink of an eye
Rush to work to watch the clock
Tick tock tick tock
Rush back home to start all over again
To tired to stop and enjoy the moment
Tick tock thick tock
No time to play, no time to waste
I must do this, I must do that
Time to sleep the day is over
Tick tock tick tock
Life fly’s by in the blink of your eye
Another day, another dollar
Before you know it your life is over
Tick tock tick tock
Your life has pasted you by; your kids are grown and out on their own
Your home all alone
Tick tock tick tock
I should have done this, I should have done that
Nothing left to do, nothing left to enjoy
The kids have all moved away
Their on a clock of their own
Tick tock tick tock
What will be my out come???

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In the end your heart will pay

It had been a year scents i seen my daddys face
Finly he was home to stay
Me and my boyfriend had been fighting all that day
As he drove out of sight
I told daddy i wish he would get in a weak 
That takes his life away
Daddy said that is the father of your child
Dont say that
What if it happed to me
We started to talk bout our ways and all the mistakes we made
Daddy told me how pretty he thought i was
and how one day ill find that one
I asked him for 20 dollars to go out with my friends
He said please stay at home with me tonight 
So i can spend time with you and R.J.
I missed you alot
I told him there is always tomorrow 
and called the sitter
He slamed 20 dollars down and walked out the front door
Latter that night i was eating with a friend 
thats when the phone call came in
At the first ring i knew something was wrong
momma where is my daddy
she replied he is in a better place 
Now go to the house and sit with your brother ill be there
when the police and doc. close the case
A massavie hart attack took my daddys life away
as he wrecked our family car
I waited a year to hear him say
He was coming home to stay
and this is how we spent our last day
what i learned from all of this is

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Home is where the Heart Belongs

Some say “East or West home is best”. They regard
their birthplace like Mecca to Muslims, or Jerusalem to Jews.
Food tastes better, air is much more refreshing, people friendlier,
wines warmer…. Life outside their homes is less than they expect,
like training yourself to take tea with less sugar.
For me, I think Home is where the heart belongs. A place you can feel
free to be who you really are. 

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Strolling down the street hand on my gat,
with the sun at my back ready to attack.
Slow to the fight quick to react,
always marching forward never looking back.
10 months in the desert not a drop of rain,
only thing I've sen is suffering and pain.
The weight of my gear is difficult to maintain,
to end my own life I try to refrain.
Another pointless battle in an unknown frontier,
never making it home my only fear.
Another explosion in the distance all I hear,
as I push forward hoping the end is near.
Watching the sun set I sit there and pray,
that I will make it through yet another day.
All of a sudden I see a white light and hear loud bangs,
4 more friends died with the blast of that grenade.
Will I make it home I do not know,
for in my countries arms lies my soul.
My blood, sweat, and tears are my toll,
and the hope of going home is all I know.

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Born so old, so fragile, so wise
Born alone into the world
You miss your wife
She passed without pain
I'm sorry old man, that you left her so lonely
Shuffle through the corridors
She used to sit there and knit
Forget it she's gone
Cry at both of your pains
Throw that cane away old man, your arthritus is gone
Get back to your house
Your children are coming
They're all grown up now
Tell the wife to bring some drinks
You're young old man, but you're over the hill
Go sit in your office
Pushing papers for the man
Your teenagers are reckless
So don't be home late
Keep it together old man, they're just at the age
Slept in again today
You shouldn't be late
With a mortgage to pay,
A wife and a baby
It's okay old man, they aren't babies for long
Come home from the bar
To your bachelor suite
A little cologne sprayed
Maybe you'll get lucky
Take her home old man, she's had a little too much
You stole the car
Not old enough to drive
Try to be everything
But you can't be a hero
You're not a kid old man, but your voice is still cracking
Wait it out now
They're only bullies
Don't tell the teacher
They'll take your lunch money again
Walk it off old man, you're just not big enough
You can cry all you want
It won't make her come
She turned off the moniter
She couldn't stand you anymore
Take it easy old man, you can't even change yourself
You shouldn't move around so much
It makes her so queasy
Just a few more months
And you'll meet the world
Enjoy the womb old man, life only gets harder

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The muslims say assalaam alaikum
The jews say shalom
But there isn't any peace in the home
My grandmother just called the police on the neighbors across the street cause 
they don't get along
She thinks they are selling that "cane"
And since they moved in, the neighborhood hasn't been the same
When you angry with life you need someone to blame
And when you hurt in life you want anesthesia for the pain
When bad days turn to months and then turn to years
Sometimes you are crying inside and no body sees the tears
So much is going on people don't see
But beyond that I got something I to teach 
About whatever you sow "that" you will truly reap
Now I know I ain't talkin to farmers but I know y'all some people that know about
Like when my boi Matt didn't pay his tithes and his car wouldn't start up
And He had to start catching that marta
He thought he was smarta
But God proved to be smarta
If you play hard with Him 
He'll play harder
And if you got a seed, a little boi or daughter 
Make sure you tell'em you love'em and give'em that water
Man! We need some fathers 
But ain't no body fathering fathers
So we got a generation thats caught up
In retail and tearing the mall up
And little girls growing up looking for ballers
The fertilizer of pop-culture and the hood is mass producing a generation of 
Shoulds and coulds
Should be better, They could be better 
If they would pursue character than that cheddar
But it starts in the home and the home starts in us
If we can't confide in our parents then who can we trust
Train a child,raise a child in the way they should go 
And when they're old they'll be sure not to depart
Because of that seed you placed in they're heart
Plant a seed in your seed
And watch the fruit 
Whatever is placed in them is what they'll produce

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old folks home bully

old folk’s home bully

s/he’d been teased, spit on,
beat up, insulted, laughed at &
sent home crying 
on many an occasion,
all through elementary school &
when the hormones kicked in
during high school,
she saw even more turmoil
as her/his friends
drove the stake in further
ridiculing her/his class status,
her/his skin color, ethnicity,
etc., etc., etc.---
bored teenagers made her/his life
hell &
s/he kept away her/his revenge
all bottled up inside,
waiting &
during its hibernation,
growing like the most threatening of
s/he finally was able to leave
that bubbling cesspool of a small town,
with all the bullies 
fading in her/his wake &
while they forgot all about her/him,
s/he remembered every little detail,
her/his hate brooding within,
buying her/his time.

the years went by,
as the years do &
s/he returned to the little town
where s/he had grown up &
where s/he’d been teased all those years
now an older person, with a good hunk of
change in the bank, s/he enlisted in a
home, where s/he’d heard that some of
those same people who’d treated her like
*****way back when,
now resided.

having spent many years at the gym &
dieting well, taking self-defense courses,
etc., s/he was primed & ready
to take out those few years of teasing
within the crucial teenage time,
out on those very people who’d done it,
but who now, so old & fragile,
could barely get up the energy to scream---
so s/he tormented them day & night,
while they withered away & died,
one by one,
having spent their last moments 
wandering in a proverbial “hell,”
which came to them via
someone they shouldn’t have ****ed with
so very many years ago.

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the good daughter

having made her way out of the nest 
having made something of herself
she rubs elbows with some of the city’s finest lawyers
balancing her own practice with a sad attempt at having a social life---
she calls home to her mother,
whom she visits every weekend upstate,
doing her grocery shopping &
doing whatever she can for her,
the whole while listening to a constant critique of
where she should be at the age that she is---
her mother insists that her daughter will not stay young forever,
saying she has no fashion sense,
always points out that she should try to go to the gym more often &
never ceasing to make time to moan about wishing that she had grandchildren,
asking why a woman who is as successful as her daughter
cannot find a man---
the daughter doesn’t respond with anger & instead
stays up at night when mother has fallen asleep
working on cases &
watching her remaining youth drift away,
hundreds of miles away from the city she lives in
the other five days of the week---
her mother’s own cervical cancer which was recently detected
now is spreading &
she is meeting with doctors in the coming weeks to begin radiation---
her daughter hopes that surgery is possible &
wonders if the operation will force her mother into a more compromised position
where she will no longer be able to live on her own---
the daughter’s life could very well be uprooted altogether &
she could find herself stuck back in her home town
waiting on her mother hand & foot,
while still pretending to be able to practice law---
the clock is ticking &
her friends in the city
watch their lives prosper,
moving on in ways that this daughter 
can really only dream of,
being weighed down by something 
she never counted on happening 
when she put it all in motion---
ever the more exhausted,
she started drinking a lot of coffee,
then moved onto caffeine pills &
after energy drinks & the lot didn’t work,
she moved onto a little coke to try & get herself
she tells herself that she won’t need it forever,
that it’s just for now
so that she can balance all that is happening in her life.

Details | Light Poetry | |



Some say marriage
Is a legal constitution
But some married people
Belong in a mental institution

A man wife don’t listen to him
She says he’s very cheap
The only way she pays attention
Is if he talking in his sleep

So he plays a trick on her
Say he got back pay that week
She cooks roti and fry alloo for him
And only kissing him on the cheeks

In marriage you start as a man
Then turns to a boy in time 
The woman takes your pay check
And you can’t go out and lime

A friend told me his girlfriend
Had a  small cute mouth
After they married you could 
Hear her from cocoyea roundabout

All women are magicians
They born with that gift
Can put a man straight down
And then can give him a lift

Men are not magicians
What they is I can’t tell
Some does have a good woman
And still give her hell

Some men get their pay on Friday
Then drink out every cent
While the child don’t any diaper
And the wife can’t pay the rent

Then when he comes home
He asking for rice and duck meat
But he didn’t bring home any money
They have no grocery to eat

 He has a lady in the market
Selling fruits, vegetables, and chive
Every time he goes out with her
He comes home and beat his wife

I hear she leave him and
 Gone by she mother house
The market lady dump him
Now he feeling like a louse

Marriage must build on respect
It’s so important to have
Because with out respect
Your love will start too stave

This is just my little philosophy
That I would like to share
For you young couples
I’m not trying to make you fear

A man has a nice daughter
He wants to fix us up
Boy I start running
Up till today I never stop

Details | I do not know? | |

The Perennial Exile

The Perennial Exile.

a foreign body,
eliciting condescending smiles,

the exile walks on.

Though gracious intentions are spoken,
well-meaning band-aids applied,

the exile walks on.

never shaking off the fear,
the cold, damp trepidation,

the exile walks on.

A scab on the body,
ignored as benign,
tolerated by its host,

the exile walks on.

knowing the danger,
imminent and grave,

the exile walks on.

Alone, outside,
malleable, acceptable,
truths rarely spoken.

Fit in, shut up, pipe down,
swallow the whispers,
chew on the smirks,

the exile knows its place.

Decades pass,
an accent is adopted,
papers are signed,


the exile walks alone.

Weary now, beaten-down,
by careless kindness,
and stifling generosity,

the perennial exile,


Details | I do not know? | |

Hell Without You

I know I can’t stay,
I died the night you passed away,
I’m stuck haunting this place like a ghost.
Hell looks a lot like home,
My post,
Greeted by your scent in the bedroom
I’ve found my doom,
In a home I haunt.

Sulking like a ghost,
I’m wasting away,
I died the day you did,
But in a completely different way.
Hell looks a lot like home.

Lost without you beside me,
Hold me close,
Protect me.
Never deny me what I want
And all I want is you
So keep me close.
But without you, you haunt my dreams,
I see you everywhere,
But things aren’t as they seem.
Even heaven is hell without you,
And this home looks a lot like hell to me.

Details | I do not know? | |

in my shoes

Everyone laughs and calls me names
I feel like I'am always in shame

I never wanted to be in my own shoes
people always call me a name or two
when i come home at night
I always run to my room and shut my door tight

Waiting for tomorrow to bring a new light
just so I can come home and cry all night
sometimes i feel like I could just die
and think bad thoughts in my bed as I lye

I have no friends at all
so theres no one to pick me up if i fall
I just dont wanna show my face no more
because I really dont know what its for

Details | I do not know? | |

Away from family

having a family back home is not easy,
especially when you can’t go home if you plan on coming back,
moving away from family and friends you’ve born with is not simple,
as lifeless fools wage wars to waste civilian’s lives,
as you relax in America, you wonder what if you were there? where would you 
be? and what would you be doing?
would you be waging wars too?
every day you think about whether your family still alive or not
not that you don’t keep track, but the fear of losing them without knowing what 
its always too long to be a way from a family no matter who your family is,
away from family is distressing,
without family how can you survive?
all of our daily lives include seeing our family
so how can you see them if they’re thousands of miles away and stuck in the 
country that you thought was going to help you get ahead
now tell me do you have a family?
then tell me is eight years too long to be away from a family

Details | Rhyme | |

That Day

I'm looking forward to the day when I hear
My dear Savior's voice calling soft in my ear.

Bidding me welcome to my home up above
a home that is filled with His peace and love.

O what a wonderful day that will be
The day I see Jesus and He welcomes me.

Details | Rhyme | |

Footsteps On The Staircase

Hearing footsteps on the staircase
a young boy is silent in his room,
only moonlight from the window
brightens the darkness and gloom.
His heart beats fast as fear increases
as an angry father opens the door,
staggering drunkenly towards him
to inflict violent cruelty once more.

He packs a bag with some clothes
leaving home in the quiet of night,
stepping out into the cold darkness
hoping he won’t be missed till light. 
It’s not so much the pain and bruises
more that he just can’t understand, 
how one man can change so much
with a glass of alcohol in his hand. 

After months of living on the streets
a stranger came and sat by his side,
knowing his name and who he was
he told him he no longer should hide.
Telling him how a neighbour knew
all that happened and told the police,
his father was taken, never to return
so home now was a place of peace. 

The rising sun glows in his room
and he glances over to the door,
everything there still reminds him
of the things that happened before.
Carrying a bag with some clothes
he leaves in the morning light,
his mother reads the note he left
on waking from her restless night.  

Details | Bio | |

Its all in a Night

Her barstool has six legs,
two are hers,
it plants her to the bar
and she is blooming like spring flowers.
Drinking in the spirits
from the bottles I serve her.
The smile she wears is false,
its from the bravado she drinks.
She lives with me,
calls herself mine,
but its the bottle that is really her home.
I only visit her 
and hold her dear,
because those moments seem to disappear.
I'm laughing at her as she shakes her butt 
                     to Johnny Paycheck,
while my hands move with speed and grace,
I'm serving the rednecks, cowboys
and other dubious charactors.
The girls are trying to look like movie stars
as mine waves at me,
she is teasing her way to a free drink,
but she always comes home with me.
Its past midnight
and everyone is tight,
laughing and being fools.
I'm the bartender,
leader of fools,
mixing their delights,
I light their smokes,
laugh at the bad jokes,
listen to their problems,
fix marriages
and broken hearts.
I'm the law 
and sometimes a nurse.
The night is over,
everyone is gone.
They're satisfied,
some found love for the night,
while others will be sleeping lonely,
but medicated.
I count the money,
peel my wife out of her barstool
and go home thinking,
its all in a night here at Cleve's,
I'm really just an actor
and the bar is my stage,
because all this isn't really me.
I'm just faking it,
lingering in the shadows
waiting for something else !

Details | Verse | |

Always On The Move

Many people know the key points to having a HAPPY HOME.
Many people fail to realize, the key points to maintaining a HAPPY HOME.
Just because the bare necessities are being provided, does that make it a 
When people are smiling on the outside, does that make the inside of the HOME 
 Are the smiles, jokes, and stories, just a cover UP!
 For the HAPPY HOME they wish they HAD!
What exactly is the definition of a HAPPY HOME?
What exactly is the definition of a BROKEN HOME?
In that case what is the definition for a HAPPY FAMILY?
Or what is the definition for a BROKEN FAMILY?
People always tell me, why fix something if it’s not BROKEN?
Like there is not always needs to IMPROVE,
That which people think is not IMPROVABLE.
People that chooses to be HAPPY!
Still remain HAPPY!
Still remain UNHAPPY!
This must be one of the reasons, why we have BROKEN HOMES.
This must be one of the reasons, why we still have BROKEN FAMILIES!
Many people believe, why “fix” things if it’s not BROKEN?
Why, not fix the broken family when they are “HAPPY”?
Once the family is BROKEN,
It will be that much harder, to make it whole AGAIN!
Even THEN,
The family will never be the way it WAS!
Or could have been if not you WAITED.
A broken family is the direct reflection of a BROKEN WILL!
The direct reflection of a BROKEN SOUL!
With this many things BROKEN!
How easy do you think it will be to fix a BROKEN FAMILY!

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Dear Teacher,

If, I’ve not done my home works;
Please, just don’t let me be 
Punctuated, by your total silence.

If, I have done something wrong;
Please, just forgive me; 
Really, it’s not what I wanted.

If, you dislike my presence in your class;
Please, just don’t involve others;
They might hide, from you, in solitude.

If, you hate my absenteeism;
Please, just let me know; 
For who else will remind me?

If, I say, from now on I’ll do the home works
Please, just accept my words, for truly I’ll be
Dutiful, once again, to you…my loving wife.

‘Cos I’ve learned what I needed to learn 
About the not so good intention of those 
Video games in cyber cafés… for our life.    

Details | Romanticism | |

I Need a Break

You're staying home alone
Don't wait up because I'm going out alone
Just the girls/guys and me
Don't need no stress with me
I need to cruise the night alone
Because it's the weekend
And the weekdays has brought me stresses
Don't think the cause is you
I need to think my whole life through
I need a break from all these stresses
To let my mind just go free
It's not about you and me
We're doing good and I'm so happy
But the weekdays has brought me stresses and tonight 
I'm going to let my mind free
You say I'm always uptight
You say I'm always blue
It's not because of you
I've always got things to do
And when I come home in the day
Your dinner's made your special way
It's not about you
You're love helps me through 
Don't think the cause it you
Ii need to think my whole life through

Details | Free verse | |

Coming Back Home - On My Way To You

Dawn: I slipped away, started walking…

I walked alone for a thousand days -

I wandered through crowded cities,

Trudged through untrodden ways.


Now every road looks the same to me,

The allure of the unknown has faded.

Every day I lose myself a little more,

Always a cynic, I feel even more jaded.


It’s been so long I don’t even remember

What I was looking for when I set out

Leaving everything, everyone behind

With no scruples, no shadow of doubt.


Now I crave for things long forgotten;

I long for the times when secretly I knew

That no matter how far I drifted,

I would always find my way back to you.


Only you’ve gone someplace I can’t follow;

Not yet. Someday soon  although.

For now, I’m ready to come home and face

Your memories from a million moons ago.

Details | Acrostic | |

Silent Night

So much for that in my childhood.
Irrational idioms slinging often.
Loads and loads of arguing.
Everyday from 6am to 6am.
Not at home anymore in my own place,
To get over him.

No night I had peace had to go to bed angry at dad.
I hated the awful experience of him opening Hell's
Gates with his hurtful words of hate towards me, my mom, and others
He did not love. He loved some but not all
The awful turbulent troll rolls in guilt while I'm at my own home with silent nights.

Details | Rhyme | |

Amen, Good Times

Her special month is November,
 My special month is December, 
Gather around the fireplace,
 look at the burning ember
 My special time to remember,
 Listen to the wind chimes,
 These are my good times,
 Hear my voice,
 Please feel rejoice.
 No time for depression,
 Time for love and affection,
 Streets filled with snow,
 We're under the misltoe,
 There we had our first kiss,
 I've never felt so much bliss,
 Listen to the wind chimes,
 These are my good times,
 Hear my voice,
 Please feel rejoice. 
 Its time for joy,
 Kids playing with their favorite toy, 
Gathering around the Christmas tree,
 Always something jolly to see,
 Looking back at the year,
 Not a single tear,
 Flying reindeer, 
Doing the shopping at the mall,
 Merry Christmas to all,
 Listen to the wind chimes, 
These are my good times,
 Hear my voice,
 Please feel rejoice. 
We're coming home,
 As a kid thats all we've known,
 Our homecoming,
 Our family singing,
 We're coming home again,
 Celebration with our children,
 We're coming home again,
 Bringing our souls closer to Heaven.

Details | Rhyme | |

Fit For a Royal

Looking around every corner
these parts before you missed
taking extra care this time
checking all off the list

It always looks so much better
after the job is complete
all the efforts been worth it
so now you have a seat

Now you can look around
your conscience is clear
the Queen can be invited
if you like without any fear

Well what if she came
the place is fit for a royal
in fact it looks majestic
worth all your toil!

Details | I do not know? | |

When Tonight Arrives

When Tonight Arrives.

When tonight arrives,
yet another whiskey-soaked, hazy search for absolution commences,
in nameless seedy dives,
where loneliness offers solace,
and self-pity thrives.

Staring at the bottle,
knowing it offers relief,
from the numbing pangs of grief,
while stripping down the edifices,
of trust and belief.

When tonight arrives,
with a million hearts exploding,
casting away loss,
and the comforting sense of foreboding,
I wait my turn at the guillotine,
bereft of peace,
moulting my skin,
as it strips away my clothing.

When tonight arrives,
without ceremony,
all innocence is lost,
my soul bearing the cost,
of tomorrow's pain,
cocooning my heart,
in a shroud of silence,
beneath mountains of frost.

Details | I do not know? | |

They Do Not See Me at All

They Do Not See Me at All

they do not see me at all...

as I walk through these desecrated avenues

of soul-deadening frenzy

I see them all rushing past me

and no matter how hard I try to holler and to call

they do not see me at all

it seems at times, that invisible am I

for when I reach out, and shriek out, and when on my knees I crawl

they rush past me

for they do not see me at all

I have tried to raise their ire, I have taunted and goaded them, till exhausted and fatigued, to the cold damp ground I fall

still they rush past me

for they do not see me at all

I stand mutely then and wave my hands all around while scribbling verses in my unintelligible scrawl

and yet they rush past me

for they do not see me at all

they rush past me, knocking me over without ever looking back

and then trampling over my fallen form, they look past my limp crumpled shadow, as they whine on in their monotonous drawl

for they do not see me at all

and when at last I see them look my way, and as a flicker of recognition crosses their faces

I wish to crawl back into my nothingness

where they cannot see me at all

Details | I do not know? | |



One chain
from the day
when everything was so black
and grey   
One chain
from when I actually care
about anything you have to say
One chain
from home sweet home
and home sweet home to stay

One chain 
from getting down on my knees
to say thank you, God, and pray
One chain 
from convincing myself
that I'm gonna make it
and be ok
One chain 
from feeling hopeless
each and everyday
One chain 
from being on my back
and under attack
when everything was so grey
and black
One chain
from coming out of the black and grey
into the light where I can finally see

One chain

  from breaking loose 
and running free

from leaving you
and loving me

Details | Rhyme | |



The revelation of God to us in His word is that He is love
Best displayed in the gift of His Son given to us from above
He was sent by the Father to be the sacrifice for our sin
By the shedding His blood He purchased our pardon.

The debt had been paid God’s wrath was appeased
He was raised from the dead the Father was pleased
By grace through faith we are forgiven and born again
By the power of the Holy Spirit we are made alive in Him.

The veil was torn from the top Christ had opened the way
Come boldly my child is what we hear the Father say
He proves Himself faithful with new mercies every morning
He fills our hearts with His love causing us to go on rejoicing.

Nothing can separate us from God’s love in Christ Jesus our Lord
Stop listening to Satan’s lies and believe the truth in His word
We are more than conquerors because of His love and His grace
Filled with His Spirit we are empowered to run and finish the race.

One day we will see Him face to face all because of His love
Finally at rest in our eternal home that heavenly city above
Led all the way by His Spirit He guided us home to glory
Conformed into His image our lives became His story.

Details | Light Poetry | |


he was buried today
had along lines of cars
no more will he feel the pains
from all of his scars

Flowers on each side
Where his casket lay
Lowering him down 
As her heart mourns today

Every one comes to her
Her eyes swollen with grief
Saying how they are so sorry
As they slowly leave

His mother was hospitalize
it was to much for her brain
she just couldn't bear that she
won’t see her only son again

His life was taken away
At such a very young age
By a driver on her phone
Checking her face book page

It was just last week 
She was in her home cloths
In the kitchen making dinner
Grill chicken and Mash potatoes

When she ran out of ketchup
So he leave to go alone
Then he was hit by a girl
Distracted by her cell phone

When he did not return
She knew some thing was wrong
When she got the call 
she fell to the ground

Her father told her leave here
Come back home to Trinidad
But right now she’s so confuse
She lost the only one she ever had

Now she has to be strong
And learn to be a survivor
Now that all from her life was taken
By the habits of a careless driver

A message to all the careless drivers
Who are driving while on the phone?
Stop now before you’re responsible
For Some one not reaching back home

Details | Narrative | |

Damaged (part 2)

One particular guy took advantage,
Of my dad choosing him to be with exclusively.
He ended up being with me in private and in public, 
With this chick who resembled a beast,
Who did not resemble in any way of her hometown symbol.
Her appearance made a mockery of a Ruston peach
He had the nerve to call me a “b”,
In front of her and called the authorities
Only after a few days of visiting me at my home,
And getting busy with me.
My home and love life should be described as this:
Complete tragedy.

The list goes on of the men who did me wrong,
But it all links to how I was treated at home.
Like a puppet, walked over, talked badly to constantly
Always being told that I would let men get the best of me,
Always being told if I wanted to do certain things,
 That I would be another word for a garden tool.
Often I was called an educated fool.
Being held on to by someone who meant me no good
Was not helpful to me at all.
Often I wish that I had no dad,
Because he is the worst man that I ever had.

My home life was simply disadvantaged.
It was bad enough that we were poor.
Women don’t worry about a man:
Only focus on God’s plan
For you.
The real Father on whom I depend,
Your life he will manage.
Don’t settle for earthly men and even your father
Look to God for your inheritance.
So you won’t be damaged.

Details | Rhyme | |

My Window

My Window Stood Stark and Bare
Untrimmed and in Need of Repair
The Thing it Needed Most
Cost Money and None Was There

I Had Scrap Lumber and Pieces
But Not Any I Thought Would Do
Of Course, I Did Not Understand
I Had the Wrong Point of View

Then When I Had Decided
That Not Even Curtains Meant Much
I Was Shown How Love and Caring
Can Overcome Things That Are Tough

I Had Given up on My Window
All Hope Gone for it to Be Nice
When Love and Care Came along
And of Hope, I Was Offered a Slice

The Scraps and Pieces of Lumber
Became the Most Beautiful Trim
Now My Window Is Bright and Shining
And I Was Amazed in the End

When Someone Came along
And Kindly Offered to Help Me
Just Using His Caring Hands
Restored Some Things I Forgot to See

Now I Gaze upon My Window 
And at Last I Understand
The Power of Love and Caring
In the Form of a Helping Hand

Connie Moore
2 21 93

Details | Free verse | |

Glory road

there is no soft breeze,
in this never - ending winter,
its like a bad dream we cant stop imaging,
they say well be home soon,
but we know better,
were walking and breathing,
but our soul is not alive,
it seemed like the guns we held,
were just a harmless lie,
but we know different now,
for in our arms we hold mens lives,
and in our hopeless hearts,
we remember not,
the men who we made die,
we walk around,
heads angled down,
for our shame follows us around,
when we march heads fly up high,
for we are our country's pride,
but deep inside,
we suffer,
for tortous nights that lie ahead,
bringing us home cant help now,
for we are already dead,
we gave it all,
for what we thoguht,
was to be a glorious death,
but we know now,
this is no glory road.

Details | Blank verse | |

after the meeting

After the Meeting (resentment) 



At the AA meeting, my dog, I had taken her with me as support. 

looked around and went over to a tall, elegant man with a wave 

of white hair and refined air (I’ve none) and sat there looking up 

to him adorningly. On the way home I told her to sit in the back, 

this confused her as she usually curls up on the seat beside me. 

There was an awkward silence; her ears were up, knew something 

was wrong: “So you think I’m bald; let me tell you this; that man 

is a doctor and kill people when he’s drunk and perform heart 

surgery ” Not addressing the dog directly, but I said no more as 

I sounded ridiculous. Back home I drank vodka, with cola light 

and ice, the dog had to sleep in outside, on the terrace. 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Lighting The Road Back Home

Through the old screen door 
Her tired eyes widened 
As she watched the familiar figure 
Drawing closer to the house 

Even from a great distance 
It was easy to see 
The way he meandered 
Was a walk that was his alone 

Years before a pledge was made 
That someday he would return 
And now… after the war was over 
His home grew larger with each step 

It was like a dream she had many times 
During the days, months and years 
That had passed without a word 
A dream that she knew would come true 

And though she could not see his face 
Or hear his voice from so far away 
She could feel his smile 
Lighting the road back home 

Details | I do not know? | |

Three Sisters

January eighth came round and Tabitha was born,
Another January, just one year more, and Mandi came along.
Just one year nineteen days was all, there was between these girls,
But that seemed oh so long ago, and past’ like melting snow.
Their lives were soon to be askew; their Mom was much too young,
They came to live with Grandma, where she made a home for them.
She asked for help, to nurture them, when she went off to work,
So Judith said, “Just bring them here, we’re happy just to help.”
“We loved them,” Mike and Judith said, “they just lit up our house.”
We had some fun on every day they spent their time with us.
We picnicked in the big back yard, and went for walks each day,
But if the weather turned out bad, we’d just stay home and play.
They got much older, much too fast, and off to school they’d go,
Our home became a quiet place because we missed them so.
But that was very long ago and time has slipped away,
Just as that darling wife of mine, who passed that April day.
Now Judith’s’ in a better place, as are, our two girls too,
For Tabitha and Mandi, have found a life of good.
They found that love and caring, is a gift that can be owned,
When Providence stepped in and said, “The Neumires are your home.”
The two girls, Tab and Mandi, who were cast aside one day,
By a mother that was much too young...a child herself, in many ways.
Now on this day, of nine July, the lights of Heaven shine,
All they needed was a little love, not empty hearts to pine.
But the great reward that they have now, is a family life of bliss,
‘Cause in their new home they have reaped, another lonely miss.
An only child, Rebekah May, who missed a sisters’ guide,
Can thank her Lord for giving her, one sister, for each side.
It’s funny how the world revolves and picks out spots to peer,
To wander into spaces, that we never knew were there.
To listen to our children’s thoughts, their hopes, desires and dreams,
And bring those thoughts in symphony, to these young girls, these three.
Now these three will be sisters, and their wish’s all come true.
Tabitha and Mandi, and big sister Rebekah too.
This story does not end today with three girls filled with glee,
It’s the “Never-ending” tale you read, that comes to life…and stays.

Details | Heroic Couplets | |


There is a new home I have found
A place where even I am renowned.
So many new friends that helped me
Know who and what I am meant to be.

Blythe, Lady,Poison, Rob, Cheri,
Mart, Striker, Charles and Ms D,
To just name a precious few
Who were able to help me through.

They helped see what was inside
All I am and all I was denied.
They all gave graciously time to me,
To talk, to learn, to see and to just be.

This new place is my new haven
It surely keeps me from the craven.
This new home is my new found joy
A place where I know no one will annoy

A place that lets me explore my desires
My new found wants and all that fires.
A place that sings to me like a song
My home is none other than Babylon

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My Home - interlocking rhyme

Where will I dwell when time is done
Is there a place beyond the stars
The ending race there with the Son
I’ve heard it said that evil bars

True life leads home where glory dwells
With majesty life flows to me
Like tapestry and ocean swells
Life’s fabric flows to make me free
Eternal life, the greatest gift
Yes, ever still in majesty
Life never ends; no death or rift
The Weaver made with mastery

The city shines with heaven’s light
Where all can rest no more to roam
A mansion blessed and no more night
I’ll see you there; that is my home

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Un peaceful and unquestionable

Just Imagining the tyrant sand
that covers my toes as i step within.
Shielding my feet from the beaming sunlight
that reminds me nothing of my home life,
Unpeaceful and unquestionable.
My long flowing hair whispering in the wind 
wondering when i might get away for good.
Seeking admiration, affection, and warmth.
watching in the distance a family,
enchanted,blissful, and playful.
Still reminding be nothing of my home life,
Unpeaceful and unquestionable.
The waves sprawling on the shore,
causing excitement and confusion.
Wishing that someday i
can feel so much happiness
that all my pain can be washed away, 
this is reminding me of my home life,
Unpeaceful and unquestionable.

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Empty bottles on the floor
I pack up as fast as I can
I want to get out before you get home.
You were way too out of control
I want to just leave but so many memories
Are in these walls.
The time you came home 
And hit me and the walls.
The time you came home 
And yelled for hours.
The time you came home 
And ripped me out of bed.
So many memories of my life.
And so much to get away from.
So much of my life of nothing
So much to leave behind.
I'll try to forgive you
But remember,
Its not only the walls 
That hold our secrets
I do too 
And I'm going to talk.

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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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So am a witch to your friends because they can't win and a home wrecker to your 
women who don't even no me, but when your homies are gone and your are 
away from home I am the one you come lay up on. I want to grow in improve not 
grow into you I am throwing my life away trying to love you, not to mention when I 
need you the most that's the time you all ways get ghost. I don't like who I am 
because of this life that I choose I am good enough to sex but not good enough 
to come home to. What's a girl to do when she finds herself loving a fool and her 
heart is weak and totally subdued how could she every fall in love with you. You 
tell your girl your at work, and you tell me you  have told her about us yet we still 
cant go out to eat in public in such. There is nothing worst to do then to be play 
just like a fool and you are searching for a dream that is to far to be seen, how 
will my life ever be the same with all the hurt that my heart is in because I choose 
to be with a man who has made me his other woman.

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The Dilution of Memory

The Dilution of Memory.

Embers fade,
disappearing into hushed night.

Petals wither,
falling on soft grass.

Words pale,
obscured by anguish within.

Faces blur,
dimmed by galloping years.

Kisses lose,
the urgency of bygone furnaces.

Feelings recede,
lying dormant in shielded vaults.

Love loses,
fatigued after numberless skirmishes.

Pain flees,
seeking new wounds to inflict.

Scars remain,
sentinels against,

the dilution of memory

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My home

My Home.
My home on shiregreen  is peaceful and clean
the fields across where  we now have a car park
makes it safer to leave our cars in the dark.

It is a busy road, but we get used to the traffic
there are nice views of beautiful green fields and
where cows and sheeps graze, once a cow escaped
and appeared on the field across from our home, it
was a sight to behold with a story left to be told.

we live on a nice street where all the people are friendly
that we meet. It is a long stretch that goes right down towards
what appears to be trees where the leaves fall in the gentle breeze.
It is my home from home I have lived there for six years now and
settled intime but that is a story for another day and another rhyme.

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It is safe here; safe because it’s mine;
I don’t control it, but I understand it; I’ve lived here for a long time.
It’s not freedom, for freedom doesn’t exist;
we are no more free than the laws within which we subsist.
This place… you cannot feel, touch, or see, but believe me when I tell you,
it’s more real than you or me.
With out this place, nothing is, nor nothing need to be;
it’s all just a precious invention, of causality.
Truly a thing of beauty, for it is the only thing to end;
everything else recycles time and time again.
An escape from this endless insanity I see with open eyes,
for as soon as I close them, the insanity dies.
Remember it is safe here, it’s safe because it’s mine;
a place where I can go, where everything is sublime.

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There sits Mama old and gray,
Rocking, rocking night and day,
Her life was always full and gay,
Till that day, Pa went away.


Time was when she was so young,
Raven haired and full of fun,
Many a beau would come to call,
But her heart she gave to Pa.

She would flirt and tease them all,
Wear her shoes out at a ball,
Pa just stood there with a grin,
Some how he knew, she'd marry him.

Their life began on a bright sunny day,
In a little church in I-o-way,
They packed their things, joined a wagon train,
And headed west to the open plain.

They didn't have much, like most folks then,
A change of clothes and a couple ol' hens,
Some pots and pans and a hog or two,
And Pa's big stallion called Ol' Blue.

Ma road the wagon and helped Mrs. Green,
Pa helped Fred with the cattle and things,
When evening came and chores were through,
Ma'd help Pa brush down Ol' Blue.

They couldn't travel very fast,
But Pa and Ma made each day last,
Every minute of every day,
Seemed a treasure to store away.

They went through snow, rain and sand,
Until they reached, Dakota Land,
Some how in their hearts they knew,
Here at last, their journey was through.

They took the land the law allowed,
Built a sod house and small corral,
And as their family grew and grew,
More land, was added too.

It was a struggle, you can bet,
To raise a family on just plain sweat,
When evening came and supper et,
From the Bible Papa read.

Through Indian raids and summer drought,
When Prairie fires burned them out,
Buffalo stampedes and winter's freeze,
Pa and Ma'd be on their knees.

They taught us the laws of God and man,
No finer couple, in the land,
They were always there at beckon call,
To take our hand lest we should fall.

No matter what hardships or trails they knew,
Together, they did see them through,
And for 68 years this proved true,
As their home on the prairie, grew and grew.

It breaks my heart to see Mama there,
Sitting in her rocking chair,
She's just waiting till the angels call,
To take her home to be with Pa.


                       Cile Beer

written l975

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Divine Parents

Who is like the Sun
who comes riding his white steed
the leader of the holy ones
and of his people Abram's seed
I will hold you because it is what you need
I will listen above all others I exceed
when I arrive it will      be to take you home
a place of Love          where you will never be alone
I'll give you children who            are needing your affection
with the ability       to give them all protection
this is the home                           that contains abundant joy
where happiness                     reaches every girl and boy
In this home           no child will ever hunger
suffer any pain                          or any kind of danger
they will be able     to run the fields wild
play with the animals                  like every dreaming child
Every day                                   will be a new adventure
not dependant                           on some monetary venture
every family          of the nations       has this task
to learn of Loves                      requirements at last
Earth was meant                  to be a place of beauty
not a hard line of unconsidered duty
where people hate            learning how to give
but free to Love            and reaching out to live
We have painted the pictures          over many century
for your consideration                 of what will come to be
you have the choice      of what you listen to
and of your actions                     in everything you do
For all existing                  must learn a single Law
that Love must cover        everyone to exist at all
every example that to you                    which has been given
demonstrates the cause effect          that you have been livin'
Over and over             the truth these examples set
in daily life         the things you must not forget
when you understand                   that every I must become We
for without Love           you cannot reside eternity
These are the things             promised to Loves Bride
the joys of Life         and working side by side
a perfect Union              of those joined heart to heart
to bring forth Life          and in its sharing have a part
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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A Prayer For Your Safe Return

Lord I love Rodney.
I love him infinitely.
Please bring him back home to me.
He don’t need to run the streets.
Bring him home safely,
To his loving wifey.
I will welcome him gladly.
Please shower your spirit,
On him daily.
Let him know, 
That we both love him insanely.
Keep that ignorant girl,
Away from his sight.
Open his heart,
To love us with all his might.
Let him know that it’s not your way,
To run away from a call
That you place on his life
From birth.
His life has so much worth.
I really genuinely love Rodney.
Please, Lord, bring him home to me.
He don’t need to run the streets.
Bring him home safely,
To his loving wifey.
So that his life, 
Will give you the glory.
And that you will bless 
Him, me, and our family.
As he shares with the  world, 
His life story.

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Home Is In My Heart

Home Is In My Heart
Home is in my heart;
I carry it with me wherever I go.
My home is the smile of the angels that look down on me from heaven above.
Home is sinking deep into an old feather bed on a rainy summer day.

For me, it’s the sound of the wind blowing across the prairie as the locusts chatter along.
It’s a gooey plate of chicken enchiladas smothered with chocolate mole sauce and a pail full 
of ice cold bottles of beer.
Home is the memory of my grandparents singing to me as we star gaze at night in lounge 
For me, home is standing in my uncle's peach shed and biting into a sweet, ripe peach that 
was handpicked by me.

It’s playing dominoes with my 101 year old great uncle and watching him smile.
Home is the smell of pot roast slow cooking in the oven.
It’s sitting on a picnic table, while laughing and eating watermelon with my cousins.
For me, home is reading a book on my balcony as an ice cream truck plays chopsticks while 
driving by.
Home is taking a long walk with my dogs at the park and watching them wag their tails as 
people pass by us.
It's the happy place where I go, when I am feeling blue.
Home is where my heart is;
it's everything that is heaven on earth to me.

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seconds ago

a few seconds ago millions of people died
many of those no one will ever remember them...
some where babies
cute little angels dying before reaching the polluted air
old people unable to take care of them selfs because they are weak
young people dying because they are using drugs and alcohol because they 
thought mom and dad were lying when they said it was wrong 
Young kids because their parents decide to neglet their hearts
but the worst deaths are the ones that die while they continue living
destroying their family, friends, and the only home they have,
the home in side their hearts....

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To my mother

When I was youthfull…young
I had peers that are wayward…wrong
but her wealthy words made me steady… strong
Now I’m old… not tempted by the tales of throng

My mom told me to stay and never sway
Even if I am worldly, weary … wicked way;
In the sun and rain…naughty night or darling day
She taught me to know the time to play and pray

She has taught me never to fear or frown
Even if the scorching sun makes me dry… down
In the ocean of life, I feel I am going to drown
But I come out as pure gold…the talk of the town

My mother, my tender home when I was fragile
Thy balm and boobs blessed me till I was agile
You gave everything you’ve got…going the extra mile
Now I live a life that’s worthwhile…I sail and smile

When I was youthfull…young
I had peers that are wayward…wrong
but her wealthy words made me steady… strong
Now I’m old… not tempted by the tales of throng

My mom told me to stay and never sway
Even if I am worldly, weary … wicked way;
In the sun and rain…naughty night or darling day
She taught me to know the time to play and pray

She has taught me never to fear or frown
Even if the scorching sun makes me dry… down
In the ocean of life, I feel I am going to drown
But I come out as pure gold…the talk of the town

My mother, my tender home when I was fragile
Thy balm and boobs blessed me till I was agile
You gave everything you’ve got…going the extra mile
Now I live a life that’s worthwhile…I sail and smile

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The Revenge of Sylvia Plath: Part 1

Brilliant poet
Whose life was consumed with tragedy
Existence filled with bitter losses
Happiness forsaking her life
Passionate romance 
With poet Ted Hughes
Swept her away
Bringing magic into her dreary life
Relationship intensified
And they became united
Living in marital bliss
Coddling their two children
For a short spell

Through their love of poetry
They formed a special bond
That was destroyed by an opportunist
A temptress named Assia
Tender kisses turned into lonely tears
As Ted's desire for Assia waxed
His interest for Sylvia waned
Her life now engulfed in despair
She found it hard to cope with the reality
That was her life
She decided to kiss Ted goodbye forever
By placing her head in the oven
And turning the gas on
Ending her pain forever

From there Assia stepped into Sylvia's shoes
Residing in the home where Ted and Sylvia
Shared their lives together
Raising her children
Loving her husband
As if she were taking Sylvia's place
But, even after Sylvia joined the dark realm
Walking hand and hand with the grim reaper
Her memory still lingered behind
Her former home with Ted
Became like a shrine
Filled with the overwhelming presence
Of Sylvia's most treasured possessions
Assia could not escape the ghost
Of her former rival's presence

Though in life
Sylvia was cast aside and forgotten
Now it seemed that her spirit
Would not let go
Of the injustices she suffered
At the hands of the manipulative woman
Who used every ploy
To steal Ted away from her

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The Little Girl

Today I passed this little girl,
And I could tell she was sad and confused.
Here shirt was torn as well as her jeans,
And she was wearing old, spoiled shoes.

I could tell something was wrong,
When I looked into her eyes.
But I assumed if I asked her,
She would’ve cried and told me lies.

By the looks of her I could tell,
That she was badly abused.
When I got home I wished I would’ve helped her,
Before I seen her on the news.

The little girl went home that night,
And grabbed her daddy’s gun.
She put it to her head and pulled the trigger,
And just like that, her life was done.

Now she’s in a safe place,
She’s in heaven up above.
Now she’s in a place,
Where she is happy and will always be loved.

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Come to me my green eyed girl

and give me something 

that soothes me like a summer storm

so easily my green eyed girl

sharing my life's burdens

and keeping my spirit warm

We both rode that roller coaster

getting stoned laughing, and getting sick

but now we're home and the ride is over
Lets do it why don't we just do it

Come to me my green eyed girl
and give me loving

that soothes me like a summer rain so easily my green eyed girl

come to me girl and come and come again

 I know we've both gone off the high dive

we close our eyes , hold our breath , and go

and I thank God that we're both still alive

cause we never checked the water down below
Everything has a reason they say

I know there's a reason why I'm feeling this way

Come to me and come to me again

The places that you take me

sure better than where I've been

Yeah we both rode that roller coaster

getting stoned, laughing , and getting sick

but now we're home and the ride is over
lets do it, why don't we just do it
Come to me my green eyed girl

and give me loving

that soothes me like a summer storm

so easily my green eyed girl

sharing my lifes burdens 

and keeping my spirit warm.

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Old Memories

As we grow older, we remember when,
all vegetables and fruits were grown
at home with no bad additives.
Clothes were made at home from flour or feed sacks.
Mothers stayed home, and dads made the outside pay.
Mothers cooked, cleaned, and helped the with the hay.
Raised meat, vegetables and picked wild berries for food,
knowing that it all would be good.
Honey bee trees were found for honey, 
and for this you did not need money.
Eggs and milk were sold or traded for groceries
you needed and could not raise, sugar, baking
soda, and salt.
We made our soap from hog lard and lye,
ground our corn for meal and bought our flour.
We churned cream for butter and fed the pigs,
for bacon and ham and we never went hungry.
We cut wood to cook and heat and cooked 
our food on a wood stove to eat.
Water was carried from a running spring,
Fish were caught from a running stream.
Ducks and geese the winter would bring,
deer for meat in season, wild turkey to hunt
and lots of miracles to sing about in spring.
We had lots of flowers and Mom would sing, 
and say "look at their beauty and forget being
tired or hungry for other things."

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i paint the world

i paint the world
or maybe the world paints me
mornings blaze awakens me
the blue grey sky sets me on my way
while soft green grass nows turned a deadly brown beneath my toes
i reach the bronze sand of the beach
dropping my burnt orange towel 
i walk into mucky waters left by the needed rain
mud settles on my feet tops and i squirm to wash
i decide to sun bath  instead turning my fair skin crisp red
then my day is almost over
i walk home under star lit sky 
while full white moon shines down upon me
spotlighting my days tan
reaching home into a pitch black house
i go from room to room lighting the way
showering, then heading into a dark bedroom 
sleeping into  a tired night
into a new morning

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Hey Homes

I’ve built a house of mud and stick
I could see it did the trick
And built a home of stick and straw
You can’t believe what I just saw
Put up a home of straw and concrete
Did it all it was complete
Erected house of concrete and brick
It is a home that some would pick
One place I built of brick and stone
Worked all my fingers to the bone
I have built a place of stone and wood
It all went together like it should
Stood up a tent of wood and canvass
This place to find with good old compass
Put up a teepee of canvass and poles
I’ve stayed many places one of my goals
I have stayed in a cave
And stayed in a hut
Some call me brave
I just go with my gut
Your home is your castle
No matter how small
Would be so much hassle
With no home at all
Losing your home
Could be losing your life
Keeping your home
Would lessen your strife
By all my friends
At my home I am sound
Keep up with the trends
I will see you around

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Forgotten Home

A split rail fence sits 
along the edge of a field 
holding back the past 

An old wagon wheel 
leans lazy against a post 
Weathered by the sun 

A battered mailbox 
with it’s red flag hanging down 
sits, waiting with hope 

A dirt road runs past 
Rutted by years of travel 
Leads to a rock drive 

The drive leads to a home 
of countless generations 
born and raised right here 

If the walls could talk 
they would speak of all the love 
through out the years 

The walls would tell of 
births and deaths and weddings too 
There is much to tell 

All that is left now 
are just the past memories 
of a better time

All the windows gone 
The porch boards rotted through 
Roof tiles blown off 

The old pump house leans 
The old red barn out back sags 
The corrals are gone 

The one tree out front 
that held the forts and the swings 
stands with bare branches 

It is sad to see 
a home with no family 
lose it’s will to live 

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   Afraid just to go home  afraid that if anyone finds out she will be in trouble afraid 
of coming home to  her mother already  drunk an ready to lock her in the closet  
or beat her till she couldn't breath how did  she live with her dad raping her when 
he got a chance afraid to go to school don't want any one to see the scares she 
sits in her room thin kin oh no my mothers home she hides  under the bed  while 
she is scared   under the bed her mother calls he name I had a bad day at work 
where are you  she hits her she falls while the blood falls from her face she cries 
she makes her stop crying an locks her in the room while she bleed  crawling on 
the floor she hopes her dad doesn't come home tonight  her dad comes in late 
she already  feel asleep her dad wakes her with the feeling of he's hand  going 
down her body  how did she live like this why didn't any one know  I ask myself  
how I survive  in that live an why I didn't tell  Afraid just to come home

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broken at points

He was sitting on the roof
She was standing on the edge
He said, I can’t take it, no more
I was singing in her room
She was sitting on okay

I’ve been at home love
All day
On your mind
I’m always

Don’t you appreciate the truth
I’ve been on the road the least
Singing on the loose
Leaving at your peace
What to do with you
Speak and I can’t move

Nothings on your mind
Stop wasting our time
I’ve been at home love
All day
On your mind 
I’m always

She was sitting on the roof
He was standing on the edge
She said, I can’t take it, no more
I was sitting on good bye
She couldn’t afford to tell a lie 

I’ve been at home love
All day
On your mind 
I’m always

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YOU part2

why do i feel so bad 
why do i feel so sad 
at this point im beginning to feel mad 
why do i feel like you don't want me 
when I already knew how it was going to end 
in heartache 
I should have never gotten so deep 
I knew it was real 
so I thought 
not for you any way 
i put my all into it 
and you act as though you cant see the light 
is it not bright enough 
am i not shining it in the right place 
or are you just to dump to see it 
tell me what am I doing wrong 
never mind that 
i'ma tell you how i feel 
and trust that its not me 
i was there for you 
when you needed a shoulder to lean on 
i was there when you needed someone to talk 
to someone or anyone about what you were going through 
i sat there and listen 
to you tell me about how in love you are with this girl 
when you already know what i was thinking 
that , that girl you were telling me you were in love with was me 
i listened to the poems you wrote just for her 
and wished they were written to me 
i could hear how hurt you were 
and put on a show for you to hear 
just so you wouldn't know i was hurting just as much as you were maybe more 
because i sat there and listen to you say 
over and over again 
about how much she meant to you 
and that it was going to kill you when she went back home 
i sat there and listen to how you were trying to get over her 
by trying to put me in her place 
telling me you love me 
when you knew in your heart 
and in your soul 
that you were saying it to her 
i was so stupid 
i should have known 
i could never be that one you truly wanted 
i could never be the girl friend 
you were proud of 
all i could be 
was that great listener of yours 
who told you what she thought about the problem and not how she felt 
i let you put me here 
now i have to get myself out 
we could never be happy together 
because to you im just the second best 
the one flying back home 
will always have that number one spot in your heart and i cant touch that 
so stop dragging me in your sorrows 
i have my own........YOU 
but believe me when I say I will for love you and you will for ever be a part of me 
as she is with you. 

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Yes, Autumn,... That So Sweet Time Of Year!!

Raking the leaves high, than jumping in.  Every now and then, disgusted when
you learn a dog beat you to it.  Scary, hunched back cats, jangling skeletons,
Bobbing for apples, Rosy cheeks on your friends.  Cupcakes in the classroom.
And, oh, that lovely moon!!  Days gone by when you were permitted to burn the 
leaves.  Making use of the lack ot leaves to climb high into the sturdy elm trees.
Candy!!  Candy corn, lollipops, pennies and nickels, running home with your 
precious loot...oh, my.  Most everyone with a new fall jacket...pencils, erasers,
rulers, and all those intimidating school suppies, covering text books with brown
paper supermarket bags.  Darkness coming earlier... that marvelous feeling
when you jump in your bed, and it is so cold, until your body heat warms it up.
Scary movies on TV. A time when families actually ate together at the dinner
table.  When sleep was never more than five minutes away, once in bed.
When the truthes and mythes about our country went uncontested.  Smiles at
the table, oh, rats, the homework!!  Didn't we do enough in school?  Walking 
home with books and friends.  A time of innocence, a time of happiness.  Oh how
sad today's children live in such a relatively drab world, or do they see it that  way?
But, oh that huge, shiny moon epitimizes it the best.  Go there? "Iz U Kra-Z?
When Superman and the Mickey Mouse Club were there to enertain you.  And all 
the cowboy shows.  But Dad would put on Mitch Miller or Perry Mason, and he 
came home exactly at 6 PM when Popeye was on.  We'd run to greet him, who 
knew, he might have a treat.  Potatoes ever night.  Smiles...No bipolar misery.
And oh, the beautiful moon!!  I would stare at it most every night, so mysterious,
so majestic.  So Autumn.

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A New Dimension

Once you walk away and close that door
You'll never be able to go home again
Your world changes once that lock clicks
Walking fast never stopping to look back

A new dimension to your life begins
Childhood becomes a precious memory
You feel nostalgia for the small moments
Butterfly kisses and bedtime stories

You'll never be able to go home again
Stilted conversations in a home not yours
Longing to be wrapped in those strong arms
Those arms that once held you tight

A new dimension to your life begins
Carving out a new path to follow
Teaching yourself what life should be
Sorrows and joys are so lonely without you

Childhood becomes a precious memory
Choosing to remember things that were good
Weeping willow fortress and caramel apples
Summer twilight and low pitched laughing

Once you close that door and walk away
Your childhood life merely becomes memory
You can never go back to the life you had
A new dimension of your life begins 

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my life defined

a series of acts
with a few different scenes
and the script is me knowing yet praying 
that it wont be
a tragedy

Every act i face a series of tests
each test given a name called a scene
I repeat these scenes like life lessons
and when i get them right
like a game show 
i move on to the next act

How many acts are in a Shakespearean tragedy anyway
will i be strong enough
when in this test no matter how near or far from home 
that's always where I'm pointed

I walk out one door
to find myself on set still
outside this time so it should appear
another door i walk into leads me inside
but yet on a yacht going far away
and the actors are always there
asking me dilemmas
choose this choose that
and then I'm right back at the beginning
flashback making it all make sense
like a dram of circles inside my head

the foreshadowing is thick
for we all know the circle routine of the circle of doors
that lead us around on the set
from act one of home to outside
then faraway and jail
to yacht to flashback home again

what is the lesson to be learned
depends on the actors
and the foreshadowing is thick
story lines story lines

this is my life
the show must go on
and i sit here wasting time to write
the actors of my life were never friends
and proof for look they are all on strike
leaving me to walk these circles in my mind
alone on this set blind

open the door
sunrise blue bright outside sky
open the door
I'm on  yacht
open the door
I'm in jail
open the door
I'm in outer space
open the door
I'm home again
and the foreshadowing in this scene is clever but oh soo thick
as i walk in circles by myself
the story seems to stick

how can i make their guts crawl and plan to fail soo tragicly
no one would intervene and it would make us all sick?

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Crosswalk Two-Step

Walking down the boulevard early one day
Crossing with the light going the right way
He stepped into the street
On his nimble feet
She checked to the left checked to the right
No traffic around not a car in sight
He did the "cross walk two step run for your life"
Everyone it seems wants to make a widow of his wife

The little girl was waiting to go across the street
Just trying to get home using her two feet
The light said go
Her feet did so
His call was too important to watch what was happening
He drove through the crosswalk her little feet scampering
She did the "crosswalk two step run for your life"
His day was just too busy to care about her life

I was waiting on the street corner for the walk light
It came to show me to cross I had the right
His light was red
Where was his head?
He wasn't going to stop that much I could see
I'll wait for my walk light once more to be
Don't need the "crosswalk two step run for your life"
Going to make it home today to be with my wife.
Safely across the street, only one more to go.
As I stand at the street edge, a car begins to slow.
She saw me there.
She played it fair.
She stopped her car before the white line
She waited while I crossed she gave me the time
No need for the "crosswalk two step run for my life"
The driver of the stopped car was none other than my wife.

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My Anexity

My anxiety is something I live with, each and everyday, most days I forget I have it because it's become normality, some days are better than others, then some aren't so great, then the days where it's really bad where I just want to hide away. When it actually started, i'm not really sure, thinking back as far as I can I think it was when I was a child, I use to have these strange feelings, each day when I came home from school, as I got closer to home my heart would beating faster too. There are three kinds of attacks I get, only one can I control, the other two can sometime take me off to another into world, to caught up in emotions, as all the feelings build up inside, understanding my triggers now is going to my my next fight. The first one isn't to bad fleeting thoughts here and there, feel a little bit anxious but I tell myself there nothing to fear. being a little anxious sometimes I'm quick to snap, but I know when I'm in this stage because I can put my self in check. The second one I can cope sometimes like the one I having now, been going anxiously up and down for almost six hours. I don't like people annoying me, because I get over anxious real fast, A lot of the time I sit in silence just trying to ride it out. The last one I really hate, this is when I lose the plot, disillusioned by paranoia and fears, this one I cant stop. when I hit that state my life becomes a misery, I try my best to describe exactly how it feels to me: Someones got my lungs trying to strangle me to death, feels like I'm having a heart attack, gasping for breath, room is starting to spin as the wall's start closing in, feeling claustrophobic and itchy with in my own skin. Trying to shake it off only heightens it, by 10, then I could be off on another planet, speaking Latin, nothing makes sense, drifting in and out of reality, this is how my anxiety can sometimes effect me.
M.Mahauariki © 2012

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The Immigrant

The Immigrant

Seeking solace. 
Seeking a home.

The immigrant finds, 

rotten prejudice. 
Fungal anger. 

The immigrant, 

alone, hoping for, 

A solitary chance. 

To belong. 

The immigrant, 
alone, always, 

an outside entity. 
Eternal outcast. 

A viral threat. 
A reeking odour. 

The immigrant, 

ever alone, 
and alone knowing, 
that no place exists, 
but that lost home.

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over a coarse of time

Seems I’ve reminisced 
The feel
Of a home cooked meal
Ducking the pleasures 
Of a sainted veil 
A clause in the end
From which finer things appeal
Black jack matches not
To a fisher mans luck
On an antique reel
But on the real
The expectations in this life
Remain a comfort 
That refuses to chill
Let your thoughts rest 
On an old lads chest 
Considering the circumstances
If we make it 
We can all attest 
And adore this political mess 
If not then as victims of stress 
Unblessed in this planet 
Of slanted chess
We’ll confess

Another night
Another days passes 
Do you find it lovely 
How nothing ever last
But many men have cured
Their fascination 
Of becoming non minute men
Flawed by incarceration
Deep within the dungeons 
Of a  softer conscience
In irregular form
A veteran lies victim
Of defeated white blood cells
A child with no home 
And swollen tonsils 
The dark settles 
Flashbacks meddle 
Trouble around the corner 
As a lunch line unveils 
Never was a fighter 
Just a swinger 
As I found myself catapulted against 
The cafeteria wall
The integrity 
My sucker punch instilled 
Broken glass jaws 
Over a 4th grade meal
Or mainly just an individual 
Twice the size of me 
With an inability to feel
I sat still 
As the principal sought 
A stern punishment
Not as astonished with 
The other kids compliments
For my stomach ache
From a lack of warm condiments 

Moral of the story  is 
I was fighting then
I’m still fighting now
Obstacles tend to ware me down
The inexperience of my peers 
Seem to no longer enlighten me now
Have to find new ways to learn
Or disappear into the unclear
Fatigued as a writer
Tend to want to touch on subjects 
Closer to lighter
Symptoms of a September baby
A Virgo born of a harlot 
With nine children unknown 
A none buffalo soldier
A phantom on a Harley
The ghost of Robert Marley
An astronaut in my younger years
Screaming for Apollo thirteen
As the thunder neared 
Off my coarse of inspiration 
I veered 

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Settle the Score

I left my home town once.
To take a look around.
I still heard all the rumors.
They came from miles around.
Well I started laughing, cause it's nothing new to me.
They just rolled off my back.
Have a look and you will see.
It still makes me a little angry.
Come on and give me some more.
Just be ready to back up those words.
One day we'll settle the score.

I heard all the stories.
Heard them all once or twice before.
That life you live must be boring.
Wait till you see me walk through that door.
Since I was gone I've learned a thing or two.
While I was traveling around.
I see life in a new way.
So I'm coming back around.

So do you still numb yourself.
No rumor here but just a fact.
A little cocaine while  you talk of others.
A little monkey on your back.
I know that hurts, the truth usually does.
You weren't ready for my response to the rumor mill.
Well I've taken off my gloves.
My old man once told me.
Keep your back straight and always walk tall.
So now I'm standing before you.
Now you look so small.
 The fear is see is in your eyes.
You can see i'm a changed man.
Found a new way to live my life.
So yours can't bring me down.

I see you don't feel so well now.
You look a little sick.
Stop petting the monkey on your back.
My only words to you are try to start to live.
I'm not going to do anything to you.
I see how you have grown to weak.
Living that life has been hard on you.
You should think about the words you speak.

I left my home town once.
To take a look around.
Thought I would hear some rumors.
I never heard a sound....

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Hardly a Poem

Hardly a Poem

Splinters embedded under my skin,
each memory a shard of stinging glass,

I see that I see it all now,
the infinite regrets meandering,
down foggy alleys of yesteryear,
as decades and moments come to pass.

Wearing my many masks as I cascade,
leafing through my conscious betrayals,
of gentle hearts once treasured,
now left to decay, in the empty cold.

Seeing my treasures turned to stone,
while wearing the blues like a convenient coat,
untrue to most, I stand accused,
in the dock, the fragments of my past,
are all that I am able to hold.

Where do I go from here,
as I stand ashamed, rooted to this spot,
my sins are countless, my excuses fickle,
the lies have been many,
and all the untruths have already been told.

Was it not just a fortnight ago,
when I was younger than I am now,
you loved me completely, you told me so,
while I slithered inside my thick skin,
shutting you out,
and embraced comforting desolation into my fold.

Now the momentary tears have all been shed,
the wounds of time too, have silently bled,
and all beseeching prayers have been said.

I stagger on, my reflection a mirage,
my heart and soul battered black and blue,

still, grasping onto the tendrils of hope,
if not, then I am truly dead.

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To Question God

On one early morning came a knock upon my door
I thought it was my daughter with grandkids I adore
But there stood my sister, grief as plain as day
She said her son had died in the war yesterday.
Now she wonders why God just sits above
He's supposed to be all powerful and so full of Love
He surely could prevent our death, disease, and war
Yet they happen still, and everyday brings more.
Then to top it off, He makes a Lake of Fire
That doesn’t sound like Love, it sounds like He’s a liar.

After many tears, I took her by the hand
And said, “There are some things you don’t understand.
When God created life and all the world we see,
It was perfect then, like we’d like it to be.
But Adam chose to sin, and ever since that day
Death awaited man, the debt of sin to pay.
God could have killed us all and started over again
Instead He made a way to save us from our sin.
Yes, God so full of power, who lives in Heaven on high
Loved the world so much, He sent His Son to die.
His Son hung on a cross, then in a tomb He lay
But death lost all it's sting when He rose the third day!

Since God is perfect there, in His Home above
Sin is not allowed, only Peace and Love.
So God created Hell for Satan and for sin
And on the Judgment day, He will throw them in.
When Jesus died that day, His Blood flowed to forgive
To wash man's sin away, so man with God can live. 
And all we have to do is believe that it is true,
Repent of sin, so He, can cleanse us through and through.
Now the curse of sin remains, so all men surely die
Believers wake in Heaven, Eternal Home on High. 
But those who don't believe, still carry all their sin
And God will have no choice, He can't let them in.
Sin will be destroyed, along with the Devil in Hell
Those that die in sin, will be sent there as well."

My sister listened close, tears still flowing free
Then she bowed her head, and there she prayed with me.
"Jesus I confess my sin, I know that it was wrong.
I know now that You cared for me, and Loved me all along.
I invite You in my heart, please, take control of me
Live Your life through me, so others plainly see."
I hugged my sister tight, and I just had to grin,
with greatest joy I told her that she'd see her son again.
Before he left for war, I'd had a chance to share
He's waiting now with Angels, to greet her over there.

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The Night Out

Too many frustrations and way too stressed out.
Need to get out and let go.
House is held down.
Things are taken care of.
My girls are ready to roll.
Got a new outfit, I look good, I smell good and soon I'll be feeling good.
Standing in line, anticipation of what's inside fluttering in my stomach.
Just want to have a good time.
Just want to dance.
Just want to leave the strife of home at home and forget my problems...
If only for a few hours.
Standing at the bar, lining up my shots wanting the buzz to set in quick.
Music is pumping.
I have to get on the floor and dance.
Yelling whispers to my girls.
Laughing till it hurts, makes me ignore deeper pains hiding out.
Having the best time yet.
Ignoring what's going on around us, just a girl's night out.
Checking my hair and makeup in the mirrors that line the walls.
For what, not sure.
Not really feeling confident, its just a well trained routine infused into my being.
Pavlov would be proud.
Feeling the buzz on so many levels, the music, the lights, the shots.
Feeling the heat of the dance floor radiating from others out for the night.
Me and my girls enjoying the night.
Not looking for anything or anyone.
It's a night escape for me from having to look at the same four walls.
The dance floor is beginning to thin out, good time winding down.
Glancing around to see whose left.
And then I spot him at the edge of the floor...just watching.
Not sure if it's me he's watching, but I sure don't mind watching him.
And then it happens.
An invite outside for a smoke for my girl from his boy.
Not sure if I should flirt, play it cool, but the look of him looking at me, pulls at me.
I draws me in and grabs me.
Oh what a I feel I won't forget.

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Dying For A Dead End Job

Living from day to day,
Trying to make life a better day.
Doing the best you can,
To keep food on your plate,
And cool air from your fan.

Bettering yourself ,
The only way you know how.
Constantly wiping,
The sweat from your brow.
Satisfying the same rude boss 
And customers working so hard,
To not let them get the best of us.
Crying out to your family at home,
Because you and your colleagues 
Don’t get along.

Going home to answer the phone.
Finding yourself, doing the same 
Things at work as you do at home.
The same old job that causes you
To prematurely age  can’t  pay
You more than minimum wage.
While at home watching your T.V.,
Hoping and dreaming, to have a crib
Like a celebrity, you hope to have a
Chandelier like theirs. Then you look up
At your raggedy light fixture. Getting the
Blurry image of you sitting in an old beat
Up chair.

You’re thinking, “Hey, I work every day.”
“I work very hard, and I can’t even get 
My job’s credit card.” “What can I do?”
“I can do nothing but sit here and sob.”
“My health in success is failing, all 
Because I’m dying for a dead end job.”

wrote in college while
sick of retail work
(2003-2004) somewhere in that time

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The Cultivated Mind (Home Grown)

Father and Mother 
With golden determination 
Focused to open my thoughts 
in several ways of revelation -- 
My manner is... Homegrown 
The once green mind still looks back; 
at all that has been revealed to its now browned shell… 
and with that same determination of gold 
I pass down the revelations of old 
to my children, as I have been told 
The mind should always be 
Cultivated to the best of ones abilities.... 
Its focus should start within the home 
That is why I feel blessed 
When I tell you my children 
Most assuredly -- I am Home Grown.

Author’s Comments: 
As a farmer tills the earth and toils to harvest that which he has sown and the wife 
prepares the table before him, produced from within the bounty reaped thereof... 
 Thus, we should take the time to cultivate the minds of our children, to also 
acknowledge their surroundings and the people there in. 
To stay focused on the blessings at hand, that they not live stagnant lives but to be 
productively responsible for the gifts which they each so uniquely possess. 
 The mind is a terrible thing to waste.

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So This Is How It Feels To Be Free

I really wish I were free from the clutches
You have put over me
You’ve got me bruised and choked and hurt
And covered my eyes so I can’t see.
I cannot show my abuse 
Or my longing for my freedom 
I wish I were sometimes all alone
Marching to the bat of my own drum.
I yearn for my times away from you
When I am out of your reach
Only then can I begin to relax
And breathe a sigh of relief.
I come home and go out to see you
And you always act so sweet
Then you turn when we’re alone
Into some sort of vicious beast.
You throw me up against the wall
And bang my head into the bricks
But I still come back to you every night
Because I’m brainwashed by your tricks.
You beat my arms and pull my hair
Leaving bruises no one can see
It makes me believe you aren’t in love
And that you only want to hurt me.
I can’t physically leave you
Because I am way too in love
But I do wish I weren’t being hurt
I want to instead be your treasure trove.
I’m trapped in a triangle
That I can’t even hope to leave
I stay and believe you’ll get better
For the old you,  I refuse to grieve.
But I decided it was too much
And slowly walked away
I pushed myself out of your grip
And quietly slipped away.
When you followed me later
Trying to force me in your car
I wised up and took off running
And home really wasn’t that far.
I saw you handcuffed and in the squad car
Being driven away from me
I walked away from your abuse forever
So this is how it feels to be free.

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Untitled 1

sweeping along the crowded wisps
of bygone alleys and trodden pasts
gentle whispers of memories breeze by
teasing today's persistent travails
to rest, urging the now to flee
and into a cocooned closet to lie

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Through My Eyes

Flashbacks of pain, heartbreak, and confusion targeted at all directions
Coming from a broken home saturated with various forms of neglection
Prematurely self taught to survive, put our of home at a young age
I never knew a childhood, so I now live with suppressed rage
My heart bleeds for a hug that can make the pain go away
But I wake up to nobody, So I guess the pain has to stay
I used to dream of hearing "thats my boy" from a father thats proud
Pretending I had parents there cheering me on when I looked at a crowd
Use my friends for crutches and life and someone to live it through
Made a many of Valentine cards but had nobody to give it to
Endured many years of people telling me that I won't go far
I love the dark because the light shows things just the way they are
Due to many tragic episodes my heart has been made numb to trust
Thats why I keep to myself, cry rarely and don't speak too much
This isn't a cry out for help,just a diary of struggles through my strives and tries
This just a vivid picture of me and life through my eyes

Stevie D/ Harlem
Dedicated to the adopted

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A Dripping Rose

A penalty pinned down my conscious,
When a high volt power injected me unsuspended shock,
Unawakened and unconscious,
I cried as a fish, out of water.
Imagination of discrimination terrified me,
My soul was jerking with dizziness,
The democratic system was trembling,
The bureaucracy was pinning the nibs into my dreams.
Not only once, terminology of deeds,
Curriculummed deliberation of considerations,
And ranked bribery and recommendations,
To reward innocence and honesty,
To secure human values,
A system was highjacked by think tanks.
As I experienced after applying a vacancy online,
Where home office advertised descriptions of a job,
And declined with direct approach in moments,
I experienced my capabilities,
Home office departments, on various occasions,
Rewarded me, a safe and tolerated direction,
And provoked me to enjoy the fire with my qualifications,
To protect my future from cold weather.
Not only Home office also local councils, 
Highjacked individual progress and prosperity,
Criminality always delivered justice of excuses,
Where democratic equal opportunity services policy,
That was lying dead on a log of ice.
My pain was streaming into flames,
My throat was drying with the taste of equal opportunism.
I was imprisoned into the democratic boundaries,
Where my performance was demarcated into various barriers,
My soul was delivering justice through my poetry,
But my unemployment forced me always,
To learn about high ranked poor and victimized positions, 
And my tolerances run down after touching a sore of sand.
The bubbling rust was claiming superiority,
Law is equal for all.

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wreathed in silent torment
waking moments snap
at each breath of air

echoes of pasts filter by

sleep eludes
weaves and teeters
numbing the weary mind

awake each thought
like splintered thorns
assault the dead of night


devoid of hope
shorn of light

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my dream

Even if I was blinded I would still be able to see your beauty,

And if I was deaf I would still be able to hear them call you a cutie,

You said that you’re a Queen in search of a king,

So let me ask you, “the moments we spent were they worth anything?”


In my heart I truly do believe that it did stand for a lot,

Yes, we’re two different types of peas but we can still share the same pot,

I’ve never been a man of running many games because it was never my style,

Some may say I’m just saying that but those were games I played as a child.


At this point in my life I truly do feel that I have matured,

And whenever you look at me, I do hope that I’m someone that you can adore,

Don’t look at me as a king but as an equal to share your life with,

And in the signs of hard times I’ll never pack up and call things quit!



I’m here for you no matter what through thick and thin,

You’re an Angel in my life so now lets get you your wings,

But the Lord is not a man, who takes referral because he can see on his own,

But wherever you are babe that’s where I want to call, “Home sweet Home!”


Every night before I sleep I bow my head down to pray,

Many times I pray for you to go out and have better days,

Words alone could never completely express how I feel,

You and I together that does sound like a done deal!

Time is of the matter and patience is a virtue,

And my days have felt much better now since I have met you,

We do need to stick together and work mainly as a team,

Because when I go to sleep it is you that I keep within my dreams!


“A home is not truly a home until you find the right person to share it with”


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Pain of the Street

The concrete jungle is my home

This cardboard box, my shelter from the storm.

I never I thought my life would be like this

Never thought I'd deviate so far from the norm.

You avoid my gaze, you look through me

You pretend I don't exist.

My being homeless makes you uncomfortable

You swear, you would never live like this.

Food and shelter, you take them for granted

Once upon a time, so did I.

I used to have a job and a home and a family

I lost them all, once I started getting high.

My drug of choice was cocaine

A wicked taskmaster is she.

A Twisted domineering mistress

I am but a shell of the man, I used to be.

The cold hard sidewalk is unforgiving

The streets are filled with crime.

I beg like a dog, for a scrap of food

Because I don't have a dog gone dime.

I try not to look in mirrors

I don't like the image I see

I avoid my reflection in windows 

There's a pathetic, wretched old man, staring back at me.

I pray that in Gods Kingdom

There's a new home waiting for me.

One where there is no hunger

No pain, and no poverty.

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As I live in the land of free and home of brave, 
I felt you are buried deeply into a dark grave. 
No longer can I see your beauty,
Living with only memories, for eternity
Each day bits of memories fade. 
How to tell you, you haven't been betrayed.

When I left you, the country I lived in for so long,
I never thought I would live to go on. 
How could I leave the home that I have known
For a world, where I will be all Alone. 
Some how, each day brings a friend who would care. 
Sharing the happiness that takes away my despair. 

Now my loyalty is torn apart, 
wondering, where exactly should I start
Should it be the home that I long left?
Stealing the memories that I always kept
Or should it be my home that is now
Forever that I should vow?

In the end no matter how hard it may be
For the two worlds I guarantee
Every moment you are in my heart
From now until from the world I depart.

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       If I talked about boys it became a heated discussion, my parents said 
              I’m too young and I’m rushin.’
      My mom and dad were very protective, a little too much from 
            my perspective. 
      All I wanted was to have some fun, I felt like a prisoner that was on 
            the run.
      At sixteen years old I felt I was grown, I thought I was ready to be on 
           my own.
       I ran the streets and came home late; it wasn’t long before I started 
            to date.
       I met a guy who seemed really into me, I even let him have my 
       I didn’t force him to use protection, I was real naïve and afraid of 
       I got knocked up which was no surprise, he said it’s not his baby 
            and began telling lies.
       I told my parents I was keeping the baby, they said: “What‘s wrong 
           with you girl have you gone crazy?”
      They said: “why bring a child into this world? You’re not grown yet 
           you’re just a little girl.”
       I ran away from home for a while, with no supervision I basically went 
       I ended up in a home for teen mothers, I wasn’t alone there were plenty 
          of others.
       I ran away again and my baby was taken, I didn’t realize the mistake I 
         was making.
       I ended up getting into prostitution and drugs, I couldn’t seem to 
         stop meeting Thugs!
       I almost died of a drug overdose, It was like I saw a light that was ever 
         so close.
       It changed my life which was so filled with drama, just because I 
         became a “teen baby mama.”

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The Story of the Dumpster Diver

 I asked him what he did?
    As he stood up and opened the lid.
He said some people call me a dumpster diver but hey that’s okay.
     He said I just reuse what people throwaway.
I asked him aren’t you afraid you might catch some incurable disease?
     He said you can do that just breathing the stuff that floats in the breeze.
I said it just seems like you’re taking an awful big chance.
    He did not speak but his eyes met my wandering glance.
I asked him did you choose this life or was it thrust upon you?
    He said I once had a home a really nice one too.
A little girl and a wife every mans dream.
     Everything was perfect like a fairytale theme.
One evening quite late we started home from the park.
     And I saw this car coming and saw flashes in the dark.
It was bullets they were firing that struck us all three.
     One hit my arm and one struck my knee.
One struck my wife they said it went right through her heart.
    The one my little girl caught ripped her apart.
My money all went for paying doctors, and morticians and such.
     In six months time I lost my family, home, and job that’s why now I don’t care 
too much.
I could have drawn unemployment, welfare and stuff.
     But instead I just turned to the streets I’ve just had enough. 
I said man I’m so sorry, I just didn’t know.
     He said that’s okay I catch it everywhere I go.
Well I bid him fair well and silently turned away.
     I often think about that old dumpster diver and the words he had to say.
I guess if this were to have a moral: How about never judge a book by its cover.

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Leaving The Home You Knew

When you look back there will be nothing there
No footprints where you just walked 
There will be no light in the world you knew
For all the candles have melted away

The people you thought were your friends
Don’t remember who you are
The home you never wanted to return to 
Is just a pile of firewood now

The family you thought you knew
Has packed up and left this town
There is not a school there anymore
And no children on the playground

The life you thought you knew
Never really existed
And the memories you once had
Will just fade away and be forgotten

This town that you once lived in 
Fell to pieces when you went away
My life will never be the same 
Because here I no longer have a home 

My life has changed since you have left
And there is nothing here anymore

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My Little Boy

You've had this dream from the time you could talk.
You wanted to be like your dad and chose the path he walked.
I thought you had forgotten and changed your mind..
Oh, but no you only were waiting for the right time.
I watched you grow up and I hoped and prayed,
I'd never have to say good bye to you one day.
How I wish your dad were here.
To see you go is too much to bear
And now you're going off too...
Dear Lord please don't let me lose you too.
Please watch over my boy and keep him safe while he's away
And bring him back home again one day.
He smiles and turns and waves his hand
And for that moment ,he's my little boy again.
I sit and read his letters over and over again
And he ends each one with don't worry mom I'll be home soon,
But he doesn't say when.
I hold his picture close to me.
His father would be so proud of the man he came to be.
And so I wait patiently,
For that little boy to come home to me.

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discoveries made too late

upon seeing the potted flowers in the store
so beautiful, so seemingly original in all their
majestic aura, flirting with all the senses,
taken in by the smell & aroused by the touch of the
the onlooker wants nothing more than to take the
flowers home & make them their own,
so that they can place them on the windowsill
in order to catch the rays of light &
stir up the apartment, if possible,
with a new way of looking at the world---
in the same way we see beauty in other attractive human beings &
we want to smell, taste, touch them & then, unfortunately,
the need to possess them infects so many,
where taking them home &
placing them on the shelf so that no one else can get a good look at them
except through a thick pane of glass
still seems to be proper etiquette in the 
21st century---
this invades what might of once been something of a pure
when already the ball has begun rolling,
the person stashed on the sill 
finds themselves wondering what exactly is going to become of this
new relationship,
as the newness starts to wither
much like the flower on the sill whose watering gets neglected
as the days pass,
the new flower has made plans to leave
the next time it gets a chance &
that lone stroller who initially found such beauty
will never get to delve deeper into the complexities
which come with fostering discovery
instead of placing on the shelf someone 
whose aesthetic beauty only captivated the onlooker for just so long &
when they are gone,
the lone stroller finds themselves knocking up side their own head
because the discoveries that could have been had,
the overwhelming interesting things that comprised the flower so quickly shelved,
now can never be known.

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Cycle of Love

One minute you say you love me..
The next minute your griping and yelling.

Within an hour we start talking and stop bickering.
Then at the end of the day you come home and start your clamoring.

A week goes on and we don't speak.
I ponder to myself quietly that this marriage is looking very bleak.

The weekend is here and you seem placid.
I start the conversation and we begin chatting.

The weekend went wonderfully as we stepped out for the night.
Then the date ended sourly, I got lost and that starts a fight.

Several weeks go by and I barely see or spend time with you.
When you do come home from work, why do we always argue?

Our anniversary comes and, we celebrate sixteen up and down years.
Though through it all, our love will endeavor even through the tears.

Marriage is an everyday work in progress..
But, if we work together we will get through the rest.

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A Soldier's diary

I am too young to feel this damn old 
It is so lonely now; so much for being bold 
Too many rainy days and not enough sunny places 
Seen more cruel days than friendly faces 

 My food always taste the same; a deep bland 
The skin on my bones is dried liked leather from all the sand 
I am 2 feet from being in the Earth’s private hell 
Only thing keeping me alive and sain is God and mail 

Always counting the days I have been away from home 
No amount of money is worth being in this land I roam
I still count my blessings as my lungs count on air 
What I can always count on is my friend disappointment and his partner despair  
 I might as well get use to death in this sandy place 
Sleeping during your duty could make you a milk carton case 
So kiss me because it may be a kiss goodbye 
If I do not make it back to you love, please do not cry 

I dream that one day we will all be home, home for good! 
My mind will be a vault of things I have seen that people never should!

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I can't breathe nor think without you by my 
I can't eat without you sitting across 
from me. 
I can't leave my home knowing that your 
gone and you just might not come back 
I know you've heard that my appearance has 
drop.But I feel as if I had died. 

I am lost with out you here to guide me. 
I'm trapped behind these four walls 
waiting until you find me. 

I need you to come home and help me fight 
this unforbiden war. 
I love you.I need you.I would die without 
I know you hear me calling out to you. 
Find me...come save me...let me live again

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Not A Home

Now, that you are gone.
My house is not a home.
Our home was a home,
Until you betrayed me.
Now, I am here lonely
Thinking about how things,
Used to be.
I don’t know if it was,
Real or fake.
But all I can say today,
Now that you are gone.
My home is not a home.
You’ll forever be gone.
I don’t want you back.
Although I felt so strong,
Regarding you.
I am moving on,
There are more fish in the sea,
That will treat me like royalty,
And I’ll no longer feel lonely.
My house is still house,
Until the Father sends me  the right spouse.
From then on, I will leave you alone.
I’ll remember how our love was so sweet,
And tender and how you used to,
Be a valued home member.
But now you are gone
My house is not a home.

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I am torn into a million pieces unable to 

be sewn back together again,

people are hurting and I stand alone.

Friends abondon you says the Devil in my ear

they will destroy you if you get to near,

I cry out "Why does it have to be me why 

not someone else?" the Devil replies with

an evil reply because you have sinned and 

pushed your friends aside!

God calls to me from the dark deepths of my

soul and and tells me too come home to him 

away from the Devil and all of his evil 

ways I say when can I come home to you oh 

my Lord he says now come to me the Devil is 

not your friend and you pushed them all 

away you must find your inner self and not 

be afraid to battle your demons and get 

them away then you can come home to your 

place up above! 

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In his car

   After an arguement in his car was where I would find my daddy
        Living there 
       GroomING in rearview mirrors
          Sittting like it was the most normal thing
              His home away from home
                    I guess
                 But to see the look on his face
                        Life was passing by
                       As he slept the night away 
                              in his car
                           I knew he'd much rather be 
                             Inside the house
                             Watching me grow 
                               I would wave to him on my way to school
                                   So hard for me to comprehend
                                      why daddy couldn't just come home 
                                         My mom found unsual ways to punish him
                                            she never knew that it hurted me 
                                                just being on the outside looking in
                                                    Watching him in his car 
                                                    day after day
                                                      I learned some things about life 
                                                     That I never wanted to learn
                                                  How cold. How lonley. 
                                                   He must have been in his car. 
                                                            NO LOVE INSIDE. 
                                                               Just a place to be  
                                                              A small insane assylum
                                                              Where he was being sentenced
                                                             Sometimes I wondered why he stayed
                                                                lounging in his car 
                                                                   But than I realized it was 
                                                                Cause he loved my mommy  
                                                             So he'd sleep in that car for centuries 
                                                                     Just to get back on her good side

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I Want to Go Back

Fantasy plays on 
in the crevices of my mind 
Shadows dance 
behind mine eyes 
Pools glisten in my tears 
Shining on 
into the darkness 
The neverending darkness 
My beginnings 
My home 
I want to go back 
I want to go home

Details | Couplet | |

Grieving Coquinas... for Nancy

Coquina butterflies, in cases, in glass
30 years locked in my memory's passed
The beach just brought home with it's sand still warm
to a house full of love, to a brand new home
When he smiled then, when he caught her eyes
they remarried in whispers and sweet surprise
As a child I learned, and I learned it well
Drop into love, so with ease, I fell
I fell in a dream with the ocean's kiss
while thinking of them in happiness
'till the moment he wrapped the shore up to bite stone
'till the moment he told her he'd leave her alone
Not by free will did he swim out to sea
for the love of his life he would never bereave
Nay, but with sickness, an anchor in tow
He kissed her and smiled so she'd always know
She swam out so far, to the boundary of currents
and filled up the sea with her tears in her fury
She screamed 'till her lungs had shriveled in salt
and broke open emotion, engaging them all.
Coquina quiet in cases, in glass
in their home by the sea, in their infinite past
She'll love now no more for once you are bitten
there's no breaking butterfly wings, it's forbidden.

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Where is My Son?

Sitting and pondering don’t know which way to go.
Where is my son I really would like to know?
Left the house the other day and did not say a word.
It’s been five days now and I still have not even heard.

Where is my son? I really would like to know. 
What is he into out in the world so cold?
Wandering the streets from day to day I just don’t have a clue.
I just don’t understand and my heart is feeling blue.

Don’t he understand a mother’s aching heart?
Can’t he feel the pain when we are far apart?
Many sleepless night I have when he’s not in this house.
Where is my son? Where is his where about?

Father where is my son, I really would like to know?
I just don’t understand why did he have to go?
Why does he choose to run the streets from night to night?
Can someone please tell me..Why he can’t do things that’s right?

  Nathaniel has taken off again. He's 15 years old. The police feels that he is 
mixed up in gang activities. They searched my home last Wednesday looking for 
weapons. I wasn't home at the time. Hubby said nothing was found. As soon as 
they left he took off again. Came in on Saturday, took a bath and took off. Haven't 
seen or heard anything since. Please keep him in your prayers...

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The Creek

I remember a much simpler time,

when the world was round and so innocent.

There was a country store; a narrow creek,

an old cable hung from a metal bridge.

The launching point from which people would swing,

a semi flat rock on the muddy bank.

For an extra thrill, one could climb the bridge,

a dare and a step into the midair.

Rushing air, a great splash, and the bottom,

once to the surface, proving your courage.

Occasionally all would abandon,

when a lazy old snake would swim along.

This gave chance for sharing time and a joke,

a soda, potato chips, and moon pie.

Dripping wet cut-off shorts and the warm sun,

innocent minds, so far not corrupted.

No one thought of what the future would bring,

the poor lived from day to day happily

We earned our pay from driving a tractor,

hauling hay and digging fence posts all day.

Upon returning home to family,

we ate home cooking and slept untroubled.    

Yes, I remember a simpler time.

The creek, friends, family, and innocence

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A Loser's Night Out

Sitting in a bar till closing time,
  Heck of a life for a man in his prime.
Wife sitting home worrying herself sick,
  Old man sitting there thinking he’s something slick.

His life has reached a stand still,
   He just wants a little excitement, ain’t no big deal.
But he’s hurting the one sitting home all alone,
   It would be nice if he had enough courtesy to pick up the phone.

He’s much to into himself to ever think about her,
   So he’ll just keep on drinking till his words start to slur.
She’s the best friend he has ever had,
   It’s a shame to see him treat her so bad.

She won’t say a word, she just thanks the Lord he made it home alright,
   She knows if she says anything it’ll only cause a fight.
He looks at her with disgust, like he’s better than her,
   Then he starts popping off, like it’s her fault this night had to occur.

She says you’ve put me through hell and I can’t take anymore,
   Said if it’s partying you want, then Buster let me show you the door.
She said you can pick your clothes off the sidewalk or they can haul them to the dump.
   Said you ain’t coming back here, you’re nothing but a loser and a lousy old grump.

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drifting alone in the throng
sifting torn yesterdays
thoughts weave
ever searching
to belong

Details | I do not know? | |

Tattered Scrolls

tattered scrolls
lie lifeless
beneath a wreath of memories
torn fragments of spirits departed
litter the moments in between

fractured hopes crushed desires
swatted away like annoying murmurs
return to whisper
an endearing lie
that buds of passion
bloom, to forever die

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Home Is Where The Heart Is

Where do you come from?

  I crossed parched deserts, climbed rugged mountains,
  gazed at steep canyons, ford a few fast raging streams,
  flew over dark storm clouds where eagles never dared,
  gusts blowing on my ears with each story they bared.

What place do you call home?

  I have been all over the world, either real or in my mind,
  giving way to this wanderlust, surrendering to the wind;
  I went to places where mythical goddesses once lived
  ere coming to a spot where the real God was revealed.

Are you from the Far East?

  When I was younger I saw the far corners of America
  and before I die I dream to be on safari in dark Africa;
  just  to behold the majestic Sphinx and the Pyramids
  sums up all the experiences much more than I need.

Man, you are not answering my questions!

  Oh yes, I heard you alright but you were not listening.

  Home, my friend, is not a boundary, locality or a place,
  you cannot find it on a map but on some stranger's face;
  home is a state of mind, anything that you want it to be,
  home is where the heart is is what this rover has to say.

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Married Life

He comes home from work, tired and weary just needing to relax,
    When she starts fussing you don’t ever show you love me, catching all her 
Honey he said I love you but I’m tired I had a hard day.
    She said at least you get out of the house that’s all I can say.
I don’t want to fight so won’t you please just leave me alone,
     She says maybe you’ll be happier when I pack up and out of your life I’ll be 
He knew he couldn’t win ,
    Not with the mood she was in.
So he said baby let me drink this one beer and I will shower and take you to town,
     She said well hurry up, the whole time glaring at him showing her frown.
To town they headed and he asked where she would like to go,
     How about lets take in a restaurant and later a show?
Where would you like to dine was his next reply?
     She looked at him and started to say something but instead began to cry.
She said it’s over you don’t love me so why do you pretend?
     What did I do he asked, I wasn’t trying to offend?
Just work and come home it’s always the same,
      While I sit home all alone just wondering what happened to loves flame.
She said I fix myself up nice in hopes that you might see.
      But you pay more attention to the television than you do to me.
She said it hurts and I think you’re a jerk.
      You put me second to things including your work.
Well he stops the car and gently wipes the tears from her eyes.
      And says I’m sorry please don’t cry.
Well they share a long embrace and he drives away looking now for a motel.
      And the rest of the story is personal not needing to tell.
          Goodnight All…..?

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did you ever wonder if god had tears

did you ever wonder if god had tears?well have no fear he has all these years.   no one 
has ever seen him cry,but when it rains   tears fall from his eyes.god cries out for the 
world to see that heaven is home eternally.tears pour down to nurish the ground to sprout 
out life from all around.gods tears have been faithful all these years for his son jesus 
who had no fear.did you ever wonder how god cried out? the sound of lightning without a 
doubt.jesus is coming and hes coming for me for his feet and sandles was all i could 
see.god gave us life for all eternity. did you ever wonder if god did without? for he 
created everything but he went without. jesus is home eternally, and heaven bound is 
where we will be. god wept once, for all of us to see.

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I could afford to use the money
On both rainy days and sunny

I would buy a brand new car
Then donate mine to a crash stunt star

I'm not interested in traveling afar 
I'd rather buy my friends a new car

What a treat to buy brand new clothes
A comfy coat and shoes without holes

A home with acreage I can call my own
A hot tub and pool table to come home

Shower my family with financial wealth
They can always spend in good health

Honor Veterans who served our Country
Financial aid, for they are worthy

College scholarships to those in need
To Help them strive and succeed

Take the homeless off the street
Into a home with food to eat

Hire someone to think of creative ways
Help those in need and brighten their days   

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But For A Short While

They were with us but for a short while
Their good works now live on in memory to make us smile-
Their joys, their tears, their hopes, their dreams and yes, even their sorrows and 
pains still linger on; they still remain in the portals of the minds of all whose lives 
they have touched-whether little or whether much-

And as they have now gone and left us in body, gone back to dust-
In spirit, it's only but for a short while.

For they who die in the Lord, one day they must:

       At the sound of the trump, as the clouds roll back, meet us in the presence of  
         the Redeemer, Christ, when He returns to gather His Father's children      
          home to the Kingdom of God where we will all prepare together to return 
           to the New Earth from the New  Heaven  to dwell in Eternal Righteousness-
Where joy and peace will be forever and ever, for our eternal home will be 
restored to a place where we can join together to live, worship in praise  to our 
Lord, receiving our crown and  reward of Eternal Life.

So, sleep on sister, brothers, friends, and loved ones; it is but for a short while,   
 for the  Day will come when we shall meet together once again, and all of us will 
be at Rest

In the Presence of God's Glorious Eternal Bliss!

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Ladies man

(This is a fictional poem)

I came home early one day and saw my wife in bed with another man.
I grabbed my shotgun and you should've saw how fast he ran.
I immediately got a divorce and married somebody new.
But I came home one day and found her in bed with that man too.
I threw him through the window and he got cut by the glass.
A big shard of it got stuck up his ass.
I married a third time and I caught her and that same man in bed.
I made my german shepherds attack him and I let my mule kick him in the head.
I reluctantly decided to marry wife number four.
But I caught her with the same man like the times I did before.
This man is someone I've always hated.
I had all I could take so I grabbed a knife and now he's been castrated.

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Average Life (Angel of Sadness)

I was born in pain
Therefore I shall die in pain
Give my followers the chance to furnish my veins
Here you go father, take your semen back
Ain’t no question marks for how these demons act
Held in open arms as I regulate trade
As impossible as it seems 
We find ways to segregate in the shade
One cotton blossom short
Of the tools in which we are educated slaves
So tell me
How’s your happy home and your white picket fence
College is further education
I’m still reaching out from a sanctuary scary as home
A reason to care, a simple reason to hold on
This common addiction varies 
When you lead life cold and alone
I see smiles of death across a new dawn
Simply because I can not share feelings 
Life will go on with out me
Thank your savior for your blessings 
Before you realize what you’re about to see
So tell me 
How’s your happy home and your white picket fence
The closer I get to hell, the more it makes sense
How’s your happy home and your white picket fence

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My Wife--An Angel In Disguise

It’s said she’s an angel in disguise.
She grew up in a small French town,
Playing on her Re’ island’s shores.
She’s a mother now, and all that implies,
Routinely going about her nightly chores, 
After working in the neighboring town.

Like many other soldiers’ wives,
Moving yet to another Army town,
She got used to packing and unpacking drawers
She followed me across the skies,
Without complaining or keeping scores.
Without ever seeming to get rundown;

Now that I’m retired, there’s no more goodbyes.
She doesn’t have to run the house alone.
Painting the bedrooms, fixing faucets and doors,
And finding other problems—SURPRISE!
Tearing carpeting off a real wood floor.
We now have a real house of our own.

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Monday night is my weekly Bible Study
An evening spent delving into God's word.
A night devoted to knowing Christ as my Savior
To not attend would be simply absurd.

Tuesday night is spent at the county prison
Sharing God's word with hard-core sinners.
Trying to lead them to repent and accept Christ as their Savior
In hopes they'll be transformed from losers to winners.

Wednesday night is spent at church
A midweek devotion so important to my life.
To praise God and thank Him for his many blessings
As Sunday service alone does not suffice.

Thursday is our weekly lunch at the diner
A great time to get to know my fellow Christians.
We break bread and we share God's word with each other
And often talk over our latest church mission.

Friday and Saturday I like to leave open-ended
Unless my church has something planned, in which case I attend.
I love my free time but would drop everything for
Participation in a church-sponsored event.

It's Sunday, dear God, and I kneel before thee
Grateful to be here in the House of the Lord.
Though you've bestowed so many blessing on me
I pray for just one more.

Please God, help me be closer to my children
As I've been neglecting their many needs.
I've given my life to Christ as my Savior
Yet somehow lost touch with those important to me.

I love you Lord, and love your son Jesus
For giving His life so I can be with you in eternity.
But please don't let my heavenly desires
Put a wall between my children and me.

So, I hope you'll forgive me if every once in a while
I skip a church event to stay home with my family.
To get reacquainted with them and put forth more effort
In being the parent I know you expect me to be.

My child, by all means spend time at home with your kids
When you are together, you should know I am there.
And when you want to have some alone time with your God
Trust me, they'll still know how much you care.

Be at home for your children and here for your church
Enjoy all your loved ones while you've got the chance.
From your prayer, I suggest you need only be mindful 
Of the simple, yet profound gift of…balance.

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For the Holidays

A simple decision
I came to accept at a younger age than known
I don’t remember my earlier birthdays
But since it fell in place
September, November, December
Then it’s a depressional season alone
If it were up to me, when I reached seven
I would have been heavenly gone
And you ask me
Will I be coming home for the holidays?
Holidays, they come, they go
For smiles and snow, a New York warmth
I’d trade with any convict doing death row
You punish me, but it seems to be
Something more than mischief
A flaw in your parental morals 
Let’s graph the hope held in each poor child 
You and I 
We have-nots were claimed as plurals 
Life long friends 
How much more can we endure pal
Do you no longer ask
If I’ll be home for the holidays
This is for your birthday, each passing Christmas
The wars in which you continue to enlist us 
The days you missed us 
The casualties whom bit the dust 
The individuals whom pissed on trust 
For those entitled to this imperishable crush
Will you be home for the holidays?

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If you ask for him long enough
The devil will come

Beneath your feet 
I’ll lie and I’ll reek 
Think of me and remember
The consequences
Of not turning thy right cheek
On and on, in search of a home I seek 
Orphan grounded beneath your feet

Ask for the devil long enough 
And I will come

Foster home to foster home
Trying to match my teeth
With marks from a pre-bitten wall
Clustered and alone 
Never mind my posture, I’m grown
Beneath thy ark these journalist have rewritten my fall
This day today, this day yesterday
This day tomorrow, I will await your call

If you ask for him long enough
The devil will come

My peace is death
I’ll come again
I’ll come for your sins 
Summoned by everyman
I give to you, 
Your every materialistic wish
For there is nothing in all that I demand 

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we the people

we the people just who do they mean by we .you me them becuse if they mean 
me this is what we would do. we would stop this war and stop it now we would 
bring are soliders home.we would stop this pointless killing we would leeve iraq 
alone. we would  drill for oil right here at home yes we would bring our gass 
prices down .we would stop making excuses we would turn this country around. 
affordable housing would be nice .we would bring are people in from the cold.let 
them know there not alone. we would make sure every american family had a 
nice home of there own. yes my fellow americans if i where only we. we would 
restore your hopes your dreams and your happiness we would give back the 
american dream. a home food healthcare clean clothes on your back. now i ask 
you my fellow americans is that to mutch to ask. in the land of oppertunity we 
need to take it back .now here comes the truth my friends and you better take 
some notes we the people means them.and they hurt us the most .they look for 
ways to drive prices up on everything we need. they try there best to keep us 
down to take away are dream. we have to keep gass so high theres no other way 
that is what they tell us. and then they smile and say we have to drive the prices 
up.  theres nothing we can do they look us right in the eye and lie to me and you. 
and that seems to be ok .i think its time that we the people try to take a stand.they 
lie cheat and steal from us each and every day. they make everything sky high 
and give them selves a raise .a hundred and fifty thousand a year man how they 
must struggle .take take take more more more thats what they relly say. they 
make themselves above the law they think they got it made but sooner or later we 
all must die und god will sort us out we the people will rule in heaven and they 
will burn in hell ....

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Cowboy Campfire

The sun settled over the mountains jes' 'bout two hours ago.
Now the moon is risin' in the east a-castin' its meller glow.
In the distance, howlin' wolves render a very discordant choir,
As weary, sleepy cowpokes lounge around a glowin' fire.

They've had their supper, the usual beef, beans and applesauce.
Each has seen to the comfort uv his good and faithful hoss.
They slurp cups uv steamin' coffee and each the others regale,
With talk uv wimmen, whiskey and many a towerin' tale!

It had been a long and dusty ride on the old trail today,
Roundin' up the herd and chasin' dogies gone astray.
'Round the fire some fellers enjoy a wad uv terbaccy chaw,
While others savor a roll-yer-own, fashioned by calloused claw.

Frum across the vale a harmonica's melancholy tune is heard,
As the night guard keeps vigil and soothes the restless herd.
The boys by the fire sprawl on their blankets a-gazin' at the sky,
Marvelin' at God's handiwork, thinkin' uv home with pensive sigh.

Cowboyin' is a lonely life and the rewards are mighty few.
It's fer certain the material things uv life he'll never accrue.
I s'pose some folks reckon a cowpoke's life is purty strange,
But he'll keep on a-wranglin' 'til called home to that celestial range!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)

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It's Now Just a House

The darkness of this quiet house scares me
No more, do I even hear it settling
As if remnants or reminders of loud steps
No more is there light within the rooms

The doors stay shut unless I, alone, open them
For they no longer slam with eagerness or anger
But rather hang in loneliness as barriers
From entering within the confines of the past

The feeling of a home no longer resonates
From within the walls now pale in color
As torn draperies cling to their last life
In an effort to catch one final breeze

I close the door behind me as I turn to say
My farewells to the home of my youth
Where memory’s keepsakes relocate 
To the vacant edges within my mind

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I Just Want To Go Home

I just want to go home
And start my life again
Not as a grown woman
But as a child with no pain

I want to be with my family
Who will care for me tenderly
Who’ll permit me to have a voice
And allow me to just be me

I don’t want to be a grown woman
Nor the responsibilities now in place
I want to be able live my life freely
I want to go home and try to retrace

I’m clearly begging for affection
Something I’m not receiving at this time
Please allow me to come home again
My disposition is purely sublime

© Stacy Lynn Stiles

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A Letter From Paul Harvey

Here I sit reading our local rag. 
    Our little newspaper full of good stuff and hometown brag.
Anyway a story caught my eye. 
    A story by Paul Harvey in his quest to find the answer why.
He speaks of different religions in our land.
    But the majority is Christianity, and the point he makes, makes you understand.
He said get your phone book out and let it prove my point I try to make.
    Christian churches outnumber all other by 200 to 1 for goodness sake.
He said a thirty second prayer before a football game isn’t asking that much.
    We’re not praying to change the world, just let our boys be safe and have a 
safe trip home and such and such.
Just humor our wish is all we ask.
     Surely your god will look the other way while we perform this simple task.
We’re not out to convert no one or asking that you even share.
      And the atheist’s can even take a toilet break while we say our prayer.
 But speaking as the majority why is it that we have to ask?
     No one is asking to come home with you just let us perform this one simple 
If I were in Bagdad at a soccer game, I’m sure they would say a Muslim prayer.
     Which I would understand and that would be okay, I don’t think I ‘d care.
Or someone praying to Buddha in China at a ping pong match.
    It wouldn’t upset me or cause an itch, you know one that you cannot scratch..
Paul goes on to say we have been silent for much too long.
   We live in a country where majority rules so let that be the name of this song.
In closing he says God bless us all especially those that denounce Him.
   God bless our service men and women, God please bless them.
This is the year the silent majority needs to be heard.
   And bring our troops home was his final word.
Well I for one agree with Paul.
    He puts his job and reputation on the line to stand for one and all.
He’s a man of honor and conviction.
    He loves this country and to him with God there should be no restriction.
Thank you Paul Harvey .

     And that’s the way it was!!!!!!

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I long for my home when I’m away
But I’m determined to leave anyway
So I’m going to pack my bags and leave this town
I put on my make up and wear my crown.

I miss my bed now that I’m away
Knowing that I won’t be home till Sunday
So I searched for a few pieces of stationery
For only through words I find sanctuary.

My plane will leave at seven
In that foreign land blessings are given
I really want to stay
But it’s better to go anyway.

I will surely cry now that I’m away
But I know I don’t have to leave someday
So while that sun is out I’ll make hay
I’ll do anything no matter what they say

So worry about  me no more
For I am in the good graces of the future.

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