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Details | Cowboy | |

Hard Times

When hard times come they sit a spell, Like kin folk come to stay A-packin' troubles, pets an' kids That always get ‘n your way. It's drought an' flood, an' flood an' drought, There ain't much in-between. You work like hell to make ’em good, But still they’re sorta lean. The ranch went under late last year, The drought got mighty tough. The boss held-out a long, long time, But finally said, "enough!" So here I am dispatchin’ cops An’ watchin’ felons sleep, In Junction, at the county jail, A job I’ll prob’ly keep. The wife, she works at Leisure Lodge, Where older people stay, A-makin’ beds an’ moppin’ floors To earn some ‘extra’ pay. Though “extra pay‘s” the term I used, It goes to payin’ rent, An’ after all the bills are paid, We wonder where it went. We hocked my saddle, guns an' chaps, An' then our weddin' rings; Then when we couldn't pay the loan, They sold the 'dad-blamed' things. We felt real bad a day or two But then we let it go, Cause it got Christmas for the kids When money got real slow. When hard times come they sit a spell, Don't matter who you are; They'll cost ya things you've set aside, An' clean your cookie jar. You'll loose some sleep an' worry some, Won't pay to moan an' groan; But hang on to your happiness, They'll finally leave ya 'lone.


Details | Rhyme | |

Forgotten Heroes of the Somme

Over the top lads, for old Blighty! Hold the colours high!
Say a little prayer for me, for this summer day we die.
My brothers from the ripened field and blackened mill, shop floor, 
Your brother in a killing field to fight a rich man’s war.

In bloodied mud and shattered wood, fight legions of the brave,
Unwitting youth, you’ll do your duty until you’re in the grave.
A sergeant greets a fresh-faced boy, “welcome to the slaughter!”
Here you die from three diseases, bullet, gas or mortar.

In arms we fight together and in leaden hails we pass,
We die amongst the filth and stench that once was verdant grass.
“In the morning we will remember them” we hear the leaders call,
Those fickle words of history, will not remember us all.


Details | Free verse | |

Recording/Re-playing/Recording/Re-playing

The farm
     and the porch light hums 
the sound of another 
orange dawn.

Burnt up – crisp
      aching new reaches 
of the imagination turn 
from corn
      to wheat
to the pungent shade
of dried blood on hands –
kissing corners of a mouth
never kissed.

Sweeping ‘cross in whispers 
two thousand years
      and more, come
words on the flat-line horizon,
dripping sideways,
like a red cat's eye marble 
on a circular seesaw
that knows no bounds;
rolling infinitely back
     and forth - 
ringing through ears that were once
in that ago (can you hear it?)
hearing the coming of a storm 
     being heard 
by another set of ears,
in some other when –

     some other marble.

When, speaks the unspoken.
When, treads where none may tread.
When, grips the barren outcroppings of space –
playing the unending moments –
where no other question hence forth

can grip.

Night sounds come in floods
of mauve,
      and quiet apricot;
slicing through oceans,
unsung,
      where no ears hear.

The farm: echoing, lowing and fawning –
Trying to stay true 
      to form,
bleeds into the fibers of a dream
once lived –
recognizing its existence
through the act of a moment, 
      lived.

The girl turns to face 
the enormity
of all she has yet to hear upon 
      the brazen, blazing horizon;
she strips down to goose bumps 
on the skin
that God gave her; 
opening her mouth to hear all
that she is –
 
      breathing in the dawn 
as it breaks.

The farm notes this coming.

The sky knows;

The wind knows.

The earth knows - relaxing
at her feet
      exhaling
through her soles,
resounding through the mouth
of the un-kissed,

breathing through this land; 
humming through porch lights,
spinning through atoms,
sifting though heavens,
recorded through lifetimes,
      and through into another’s
open mouth.




© Kristin Reynolds 1/9/09


Details | Verse | |

Who Am I

I am the ring around Saturn
spinning words as particles of ice and dust
with the power to transcend

I am the original chosen to be right here right now
transmitting verbal frequencies 
through speaking my thoughts into existence

I am the heir of omnipotence,
born with a direct connection to profound abundance 
The one whose words will age, yet still have substance;
since there are no boundaries attached to my pen

I am constant energy
Translating personal experience into imagery 
Vulnerable to tyranny,
yet i continue attempting to share some truth
through this abstract language of poetry

I am the core
I am that I am more
I am the Divine Presence that is the Source of my rewards

I am the green you get when you mix too much yellow with the blue
That shade of gold you get when the sun resides into darkness
and when it ascends in the dawn burning dew
I am the transition between the third and fourth dimension of time;
the love you feel when you realize how it feels

I am the poem that is abstractly direct
because I write beyond limits
absorbing frequencies from 3 to 8 hertz
through meditation for several minutes
I am the one bridging the gap between
the analog ascension and the direct connection to spirit
The one who is love
because I am a descendent  of it

I am the rhythm that the wind blows
I am the beginning and the ending of stories told
about the universe and how miracles unfold
I hold the power to accept judgement from those who will do just that
Not knowing that I am them in the absolute reality of me
Judge that

I am knowledge beyond measure because that is my right
So I continue meeting the different parts of me
when I meditate and write
Who am I?
I AM, THAT, I AM



Details | Acrostic | |

Open Sores

I am a coward with open sores. 
I write and wonder who it bores. 
I hear my heart and mind argue repeatedly. 
I see others carrying out my dreams; 
that’s what’s defeated me.
 
I am a coward with open sores. 
I pretend open doors are closed, and walk the other way. 
I touch base with the fear in my heart, tearing me apart,
leaving nothing to say... 
I worry the world will leave me. 
I cry because no one believes in me. 

I am a coward with open sores. 
I understand nothing comes easy. 
I say I’m happy, but even I don’t believe me. 
I dream I am healed and brave. 
I try to overcome my weaknesses before I’m in my grave. 
I hope you hear me.
I’m on all fours. 
I am a coward with open sores. 




©  2011  ~JSLaM    

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* 1st PLACE in Contest "MARCH MADNESS" Sponsored by C. Devonshire 2011

* 1st PLACE in Contest "ONE OFF" Sponsored by Brian Strand 5/11/2011 

* 1st PLACE in Contest "BEST EVER" Sponsored by P.D. 2011
                 
   


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Each Day Takes its Turn

Standing firm 
we live 
we give 
we take 
we learn 
we strive to make sure 
each day enlightens us 
and brightens us
even as light fades to gray 
may we keep fighting 
with two swollen feet
beneath the body and soul 
experiencing trials 
and intense life lessons 
meshed with stresses 
may we persevere 
turn off  fear's song 
may we stand firm 
as we glide along 
through shifty winds of change 
that may cause things to sway
rearrange
but we hold true
inside the values and morality
we stand for 
we
fall for nothing 
we
may stumble along the trip 
we 
may swerve at the wheel yet 
we 
do not lose our grip
because no one 
can eclipse the sun 
yet
everyone heals 
before they're done

Just when situations arise 
flooding us with pain we despise
and just when it seems like
our tear ducts are dry 
from ongoing cries
we may think 
things are on the brink of ending
then God shows us the ways of faith
by way of love that he's sending

Standing firm 
we live 
we give 
we take 
we learn 
we make sure 
every day enlightens us 
and brightens us 
as each day takes its turn. 

~JSLambert



Details | Quatrain | |

No Greater Love

For God so loved this sinful world, He gave us all His son; That we might live with Him one day, when life on Earth is done. No greater love was ever known, no greater gift bestowed, And for the love He sacrificed, no greater debt’s been owed. The time was short for Jesus Christ, but what He gave mankind To lift our hearts and save our souls has yet to be refined. The grace and style in which He moved through politics and fools, Has paved the way for paths we trod through worldly ways and rules. His teachings spread throughout the land, His miracles renowned, He only had to touch a life to show His love was sound. Two thousand years have come and gone since Christ communed with man; And with his dying saved us all, to serve God's ancient plan. He rose from death, as He had said, and proved His word was true, That life eternal waited those who choose to suffer through. Salvation came that fateful day, the Bible tells us so; And time has shown that through God’s love the weakest spirits grow. Now, modern times are hard on us and cause us all to doubt, For change is there at every turn, and Satan’s always out. It’s now we need the love of God, for always, as before; Just lift your heart and ask for it, and see what lays in store. It’s through God’s love we handle change and how it makes us strong In ways we deal with worldly things and sort the right from wrong. For change is just another way the Lord sees fit to use To make our days seem fresh and new with paths to take and choose. It’s by our faith we live our lives and seek a brighter day, And how we find the confidence when doubts get in the way. But most of all it’s happiness that faith’s been known to give When our misfortunes come to cloud these modern times we live. We need not fear what God has wrought. We need not know His plan. We only need to know He’s there, and love’s in store for man. Just think the words you’d ask in prayer, and ere a sound be heard, His perfect love will fill your heart before you’ve breathed a word. No greater love was ever known, no greater gift bestowed, And for the love He sacrificed, no greater debt’s been owed. But God forgave our debt to Him, we live in grace today; The greatest love you’ve ever known is just a breath away.


Details | Haiku | |

Probabilities

Probabilities


fallen fruit exists
earthen harvest and ground meet
jars in the pantry

07-24-2014


Details | Prose Poetry | |

LIFE

I asked to my father
Baba, What is life ?
He politely said to me, " Life is Duty . "

I asked to my mother
Maa, What is life ?
She said to me with smile, " Life is Responsibility . "

I asked to my teacher
Sir, What is life ?
He said to me with love, " Life is Education . "

I asked to my spiritual master
Gurujee, What is life ?
He said to me with confidence, " Life is Devotion . "

Today my son who reads in class nine
Asked me
Babai, What is life ?
I have said to him, " Dear, You are my life . "

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA


( Father means BABA, BABAI and Mother means MAA in Bengali language .  Gurujjee means spiritual master in Indian society ) 


Details | Rhyme | |

A Reflection Upon A Long Life Lived

A Reflection Upon A Long Life Lived




So many things in my life have come and gone
   idle days of fishing and resting in shade
Early morn sight of mother deer and newborn fawn
   so many of the sweet , dear friends made

Holidays with grandparents singing happy tunes
   picnics lakeside in grove of red oak trees
Birthday parties cakes , ice cream and balloons
   disappearing ships sailing upon unknown seas

Loves, far too many in my wild younger days
   beautiful girls waiting for a kiss
So awesomely pretty in their hot sexy ways
   so many more did I foolishly miss

Life flowed on like a flooded raging river
   me with a ship and no winded sails
Too often selfish taker instead of loving giver
   driving hammer without the much needed nails!

Robert L.  05-24-2014

Truth in the telling. A wild life, mistakes galore , escapades on far too many shores!


Details | Blank verse | |

Enough For Now

ENOUGH FOR NOW... And why? We often ask and wonder...why Does this small earth revolve through time and space… A microscopic speck diminished by Unfathomed vastness of the universe Unending and unknown? Why are we here? We go from birth to death upon a sphere We customized to fit our needs; caught up In galaxies of mini-worlds we made Of bustling cities, growing industries, Complexities of homes and families, Of governments, religions, schools, and those... Of our own selves. We ask what lies beyond The realm of joys and comforts or the woes These bring; beyond their cloudy atmospheres Of love and peace, of war, disease and crime? And what, we ask, what mammoth plan could this— This tiny particle of cosmic dust Encrusted with the scale of human strife Be part of? … Matter not the what or why— The unsolved heavens or eternal scheme… Enough...enough for now to deal with life And death and all those worlds that lie between— A complex, puzzling universe itself. © Sandra M. Haight 2014 All Rights Reserved ~2nd Place~ Contest: Structured Forms - Iambic Verse Sponsor: Giorgio A. V. Judged: November 6, 2014


Details | I do not know? | |

Anger

There it is again
Bubbling up from within
Wretched wrath washing over me
Vile disgusting filth freely flowing
Angry demons seizing control
Forced attrition to evil urges

Screaming 
Yelling
Rants of rage

Watched from within
Helpless
Powerless

Unable to soothe the beast
Surrender to aggression
Until the bile is expelled
Vomited forth in fury
Leaving only the bitter tastes
Of regret and sorrow 


Details | Couplet | |

A Bag of Popcorn

They ask me why I’m so happy
Asking me, if I just won a prize
I replied, well I reckon I did
Today is a wonderful surprise

When you have a past like mine
My today is always bright
There is no better feeling on earth
Than the joy of doing right

I may be an old man on a cane
My heart is skipping along
I learned to embrace the meaning
Life is a beautiful song

True life has its ups and downs
There’ll be forks in the road
With a smile I’ll stop for a while
Help you with your load

I had me a bag of popcorn today
It tasted exceptionally good
In fact, I will go as far as to say
Better then it probably should

For years, I had a guard in the pen
Popped him a bag each night
Then he would simply throw it away
His twisted little delight

He knew, it was those little things
Ate at our heart and soul
Movie with the wife Friday night
Popcorn in the bowl

I had a bag of popcorn today
Wife sitting at my side
I had a smile, which lasted awhile
One I could not hide

They ask me why I’m so happy
Asking me, if I won a prize
I replied, I reckon I did
Today is a wonderful surprise


For some reason today I was thinking about C.O. Talbert and
how he would pop a bag of popcorn even though he didn't eat
popcorn. He did it just because he knew it would make everyone
want some. I always felt sorry for him. His life must have been
very disappointing. The moral here: when you learn to appreciate
the little things in life your popcorn will taste a whole lot better. 



Details | Dramatic monologue | |

POVERTY DEFINES TRUE WEALTH

written 25th Oct 2013


I don't know if human's will ever see
 every soul born, is right where it's meant to be
For the rich to become the richest
 there has to be a place for the poorest

The entire world is built up from the same level of dirt
 each soul is born without knowledge to cause hurt
Humanity teaches us what a human's life is worth, by money and glory
 I am to believe "all lives are priceless, every soul fit's to tell Earth's story

The luckiest to be born, is that of a poor man
 he learn's the treasures, of "everything he can
Those born into all riches, have no true understanding of "richness
 seeing us not as human's, but those living in poverty "as an illness

Love start's from the soul, and from there, it is taught to grow
 the rich find another kind of love, one only brought with dough
Love, trust, compassion and grace, defining the difference in richest and wealth
 t'is the beggar off the street, who climbs the toughest road to earn his wealth 

He is the most blessed man, he is rewarded with the most valuable key
 for his wealth, is humanly "uncountable, for only God know's the value of he...




Details | Narrative | |

Faces Along the Way

Life is but a winding road
Filled with faces along the way
Coming in and out of your life
Coloring your every day

Yet most spend just a moment
A fleeting glimpse before your eyes
They giveth not and taketh not
And cause you barely a rise

And some stay just a moment
Earning a thought upon your mind
Triggers for countless memories
These are the most common kind

And fewer still stay even longer
And commune with you a while
Leaving behind dearest memoirs
Of sweet tears or a special smile

And rarer still those faces grand
Building mansions in your soul
These are the faces of a lifetime
Whose virtue you do extol

And know that you simply are
A feature filled soiree
A portrait in collage 
Of the faces along the way


Details | Free verse | |

Oneness

Oneness
                   Authored by Chuck Keys

It had no color,
Lacking shape, size and dimension.
It wasn't moving or breathing.

There was neither aroma nor taste, not here or there.
Touching was useless because it wasn't physical.
It was indistinct and limitless.

Thinking multi-physically
Multi-sensually and multi-psychologically 
It wasn't here or there and it was.

With no distinction, 
It looked like everything else,
Or it could not have looked like everything else.

It never made me feel good nor bad,
Nor happy nor sad
Nor quite nor trite.

In our world of joy and destroy, we sort and distort,
Looking more on the surface and less on the inside,
Ready to judge and be judged from outside in.

The "oneness" of mankind stretches beyond definitions and limits,
From outside to inside and from inside to outside.
We are one distinct and alike world of "oneness."

Differences exist for differences, 
Therefore, differences don't exist.
Only "oneness" exists.

DEDICATION:
This poem is dedicated to Dr. Clayborne Carson and The Gandhi-King Community,
For Global Peace with Social Justice in a Sustainable Environment.  
www.gandhiking.ning.com


Details | Free verse | |

Beauty in my Palm

You are the wild flower in my palm
With no stem to keep you anchored to this covetous earth
You are the fragile thing I dare not cup,
As your petals whittle away under the wind
And flit unfettered in the air;
Exaggerated fear leaves my fingers numb
Hungry need leaves my fingers twitching
And my hand is paralyzed by turmoil
As every breath of wind takes another petal from me
And brings to my lungs, my chest and my heart
An overwhelming scent of need-

You are the wild beauty in my palm
And I dare not hold you to my chest
For I fear to crush you
To know first hand
That caged beauty, is beauty no more.


Details | Rhyme | |

Frail Paper Etched With Words

Whether poets, showmen or philosophers,
Or mere cowboys who follow herds—
They all want to leave behind a lasting mark—
More than frail paper etched with words.

But the cold, hard truth still lies in the doing
And all but a blessed few will fail—
But on we go like bison over the cliff—
Hoping our wings sprout and we sail.

And like restless sleepwalkers we do wander
From one thing and then to the next—
Till we find what it is that will then save us
To put life in proper context.

So on we scribble and strive for the right phrase—
Catch meaning and life in birds—
Put emotions and feelings we briefly hold
On this frail paper etched with words. 


Details | Bio | |

The Meaning Of Life

Through life...I've learned the meaning of love. Through love...I've felt the feeling of heartbreak. Through heartbreak...I've felt the feeling of pain. Through pain...I've learned the meaning of acceptance. Through acceptance...I've learned the meaning of forgiveness. Through forgiveness...I've learned the meaning of faith. Through faith...I've learned the meaning of life. We are all important in life... We all have a purpose in life... Now all we have to do is... Make every purpose count... ~Life~ Is a learning experience ~Life~ Is a state of existence that belongs to the soul ~Life~ Is the true meaning of meaning ~Life~ Is the state of something significant,and of great importance ~Life~ Is what is intended to be or is ~Life~ Has a beginning,a purpose, and an end...
Danny Boy:4-1-13 :o)


Details | Didactic | |

Three Pills

If there were a pill of life so one never had to die
And you could live forever with an infinite lifespan
Would it ameliorate our problems or would they multiply?
Would justice, truth and kindness be the heritage of Man?
Swift told of the Immortals, on the island of Luggnagg
Who never passed away it's true, but got older all the time
Men became a senile husk, and women a shrunken hag
Deaf and blind, but breathing, forever unaware as slime
Ambrosia rendered youth eternal for ancient Grecian gods
But also youthful passions of jealousy and hate
Prideful, vengeful, unfaithful, epitomes of selfish clods
Endless war and endless boredom was to be their endless fate
There is a season for all things, that perhaps we should obey
But if there were a pill of life, it'd be hard to toss away

If there were a pill of power that one could somehow buy
To control the lives of others in the course of one's lifespan
Would it ameliorate our problems or would they multiply?
Would justice, truth and kindness be the heritage of Man?
It's said that Alexander made a bargain with the gods
A shorter life of glory instead of long obscurity
History says he realized his ambition by all odds
Leaping fortune's highest flames and spurning surety
But when fulfilling your potential and to realize your dreams
You must conquer all around you and bend them to your will
The world would endure another of its despotical regimes
And of Caesars, kings and despots, the world has had its fill
For in any dealings Faustian, the devil always gets his pay
Yet for some people in this world, it'd be hard to toss away

If there were a  pill of wisdom upon which one could rely
To give one deep understanding within one's own lifespan
Would it ameliorate our problems or would they multiply?
Would justice, truth and kindness be the heritage of Man?
The Lord appeared to Solomon in a vivid dream by night
"Ask! What shall I give you? Choose what you desire."
"Oh Lord, grant me understanding, that I may discern the light
Of justice, truth, and kindness. It's to that which I aspire."
"Oh Solomon, I have now made you an understanding king
Keep my statutes and commandments and walk honest in my ways
And more, because it pleases me you asked me for this thing
Wealth and honor shall be yours and I will amplify your days"
If there were a pill of wisdom that we could take without delay
Perhaps we could be wise enough for the other pills some day

February 13, 2013


Details | Lyric | |

I AM

I am more than description
a smile and blue eyes
defined by the surface
where mask can hide lies

I am passionate lover
more than a poet
I've had to taste it 
before I ever wrote it

I am into moments 
more than minutes
chasing one's heart
not winning pennants

I am finding more 
in the least of these
random acts of kindness 
become dreams to seize 

I am learning to listen 
nature's whisper speaks
some things labeled progress 
in reality reek 

I am convinced that brilliance 
is found in less words
and that most of the experts 
are truly absurd  

I am a creative mind
imagination still runs wild
the world rushes to rote
and loses its inner child

I am drawn to the arts 
where emotion rules
where risk are taken 
wise are labeled fools

I am not competing
to pen a better play
but to treasure unique
go a different way

I am finding myself
where no mirror can go
connect to the Spirit
It's from within I grow!

Sponsor: FRANK H.
Contest Name: I AM
Form: Rhyme
Date: 4-18-14


Details | Rhyme | |

Remnants

Sad Heart, now thou art wither’d from the Sun,
What man, or god, will near thee run?
Wrought in twist like branches in Tempests' gasp,
What Comfort, or Gauze, shall be near to grasp?
True ones begotten are the ones now Rotten
And the ones now Rotten will never be forgotten
They are merely sad remains of assiduous Tears
That have been meddl’d with and tatter’d Raw throughout the years

And thou, cruel Mind, that sat’st still thru toiling trail of Night;
Must dream your broken Dreams; thou’rt a sanely flight!
Can thou extinguish passions of Fire, Disease, or Rain?
—tho thy distinguish’d influence trains to abstain
Thy Remnants brought to debris in thy Empty street,
Devour’d by Vultures, their bestow’d beaks entreat
Merely are they cleaning an inexhaustible Mess
Alas! Leaving thy rudiments of Identity to redress....



Details | Rhyme | |

AN EXISTENTIALIST ASKS---WHAT IS LIFE

What is life?

Euphonies, cacophonies and chromosomal anomalies
intertangled destinies and illusive methodologies 

Occurring in obscure dimensionless time
Millenniums fertilized to create the sublime

Perceived by ideations so pure it would seem
To exist beyond mind and to all in between. 

Lingering as lore to an all distant past
There is no redo, there is no redraft.

The questions, the answers so rightly proclaimed
are composed and transported by thoughts still unnamed.

In limited struggle, the moments unspent 
Become the result of a living lament.

In what and wherefore and why and with whom
we unwrap our existence in this paradoxical womb

Can we find meaning, a clear sign that we see
inclusive to all, this existential decree.

From naught made of all and conceived in a star,
we landed on earth, neither near nor afar

For reasons unknown and telegnosis unclear,
These salient projections are all jockeyed by fear

We stand in the way of unknowing surmise
And find the world is still much a surprise.

A quest overwhelming in distressed sanity
For answers not known play havoc to vanity.

To end these remarks with a questionable phrase
all becomes known in 'one of these days.'


SYNOPSIS
From the moment of birth to when we die, life presents us with dilemmas and questions that amuse, titillate and confuse us.  As we get older, we realize that what we thought we knew was all pure conjecture.  This poem is meant to reflect  the myriad of disjointed thoughts that  have run through my mind throughout the years.  The "why me?" and "what is my purpose in life?" questions usually are met with ambiguity and incoherence.
Many of us are beleaguered with these conceits and although some find solace in religion, for people like me it becomes an existential never ending struggle.  

CAK 8-18-2013


Details | Rhyme | |

The Root Of All Evil

To find the root of all evil,
One hasn't far to look.
It's not some shrouded mystery,
Concealed within a book.

The truth is right before your eyes,
It hasn't been concealed.
Eliminate the branches first,
And the root is revealed.

Let's look at money, first of all;
Could it be evil's source?
It makes us do the vilest things,
Without guilt or remorse.

More blood was spilled pursuing wealth,
Than any other goal.
And for the life money provides,
Some even sell their soul.

But if it were to be removed,
Along with earthly gain,
Erased from human history,
Evil would still remain.

The same is true of war and hate,
Of vanity and pride,
Of politics and religion,
And all things that divide.

Eliminate them, one by one,
And you will understand.
They're simply branches of the tree,
But they don't make it stand.

The root that gives life to them all,
Is right in front of you;
Sustained by every breath you take,
And everything you do.

It is the root of evil's tree,
The source of our Lord's tears,
Eliminate the human race,
And evil disappears.

So if you're looking for the root,
Can you accept what's true?
The answer is a damning one,
For evil's source...is you.


Details | Cowboy | |

Intelligent Design

You think you’re alone out on the range
Sittin’ silent under starry sky,
Just a marvelin’ at the universe
And wonderin’ ‘bout that ol’ question: why?

You shake your head at worlds of worry,
Knowin’ it ain’t often that you’ll find,
All the answers to your queries
Beneath the clear black sky and pine.

You wonder if we rose up from mud
And walked straight and tall upon this earth—
Or was it all created in a moment—
A conception that gave us true birth.

Are we all no more than those monkeys
Evolvin’ slowly down life’s long line?
Or is there more to earth and heaven
Touched by something truly sublime?

We keep on punchin’ clocks and cattle
And tryin’ to get through each new morn—
But is there more to life than dyin’
And will we somehow be reborn?

All the cattle know my hard proddin’
As I lead them along time’s sad way—
We live for but a flashin’ moment,
As we watch life go by in one short day. 

So make the best of trails you ride, cowboy—
Each tomorrow is both yours and mine—
And gaze long at stars in that vast sky
Placed there by intelligent design.


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Lines Life and our Faith in God

Lines Life and our Faith in God


Is it possible to divide lines?
Which are of numerous types and kinds,
Like life, which always appear in different,
Forms, colors, shapes and types.

But when all these types and kind of lines disappears,
Covering the sheet of darkness,
What is left is only a tiny dot,
Which has no end and has no beginning.

From a tiny dot only life and every thing began one day,
And in a tiny dot every thing would vanish one day,
Leaving no lines of any kind bold or thin,
On the sands of time,
What would ultimately be left, as the last impression,
Would only be a tiny dot, much smaller than the rolling tears of eyes.

The Universe also started from a dot,
Even all universes and galaxies, stars and planets,
Started from a dot created by God,
And every thing ultimately would vanish,
One day in the darkness of a dot, like black hole,
About which we almost know nothing,
Except that every thing including the earth, planets, stars,
Even our body and mind and its high rising aims and ambitions
Would ultimately get lost in the magnetic darkness of the 
Black hole, which is nothing but another form of a dot.

The creative and destructive power of the dot,
Is right before us in the form of a computer,
Which builds, learns and teaches every thing,
Starting and ending from tiny tiny dots,
And places before us humans and nature,
Animals and creatures, in their true forms, except
They do not breathe, love and hate like humans.

But humans are close to create a new dot,
Tomorrow it would breathe and talk, 
It would think and walk and may also love and hate
And may be, it would start creating,
New types of humans and may start thinking himself one day,
As our new Creator or a new God.

I pondered, wondered and imagined,
What would happen, when this new God,
Would have a small amount of some power in his hand
And may become a new God for those,
Who do not believe in our faith and in our Almighty God,
As even a small amount of the power of creation and destruction,
May blind the weak humans to start thinking himself as the new God.

In such a situation, all lines of all types may disappear
For ever from us, which has so far, 
Saved us from the total disappearance of our existence,
And has brought up like a child in every religion and faith,
So that we may flourish and bloom like his Nature
And may adore Him as,
Our faith or God or as our strong and bold Dot,
Which always loves us a lot.


Ravindra


Kanpur India     13th June 2006




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Death of my Friend

Death of my Friend


Found was the key to heaven's door
this pain I can bear no more
The shadows that eat my long nights
the guilt of that deadly fight

Ages ago tragedy came sailing in
took the life of you my friend
A drunken party that went so wrong
our lives becoming a sad song

I begged you to not dare drive
if you done so you'd be alive
My guilt in not forcing you back
you car hit on that train track

Death came instantly to my friend
for me pain that will never end
I backed down when you hit me then
your funeral I'd not had to attend

You that always got your own way
should have never died that sad day
Now I see your fate was meant to be
you died young, a soul early set free!

Robert Lindley

note: Death of my friend. I tried to stop him 
but not hard enough.Too drunk to safely drive but 
when so young we thought we were ten feet tall and 
bullet proof! 
Maybe we were but just not speeding train proof..
Rather than knock him out I let him go. 
Car was hit by a train and death was immediate..
Twenty-one is too young to go..


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Unwritten Conversations

He told me to write a poem
About beauty, wind blowing
Hair tossing , dream making stunning
Gorgeousness of living
Beauty addicts and blind ambitions
Movie stars and historical happenings
Formal dresses, women in high heels with 
Faces meant to smile
That’s what poems should be about, he says, 
Your good at that kind of thing, just spit it out

                “Shawty, write a poem about beauty, that’s real poetry”
                                 “Everything is beautiful, baby…”
                 “But what is beautiful to you?”

Beautiful.
Births and rebirths
Phoenix Red celestial torching of the hearts
Interlocking fingers in twilight
Kisses, Death, sorrow, crocodile tears
Laughter, Ecstasy , black
White, brown, yellow, silver crimson
Skin on skin, chest to chest, on and on, soft
Hard City light heaving, breathing against the Ebony sky
Natural Twinkle of diamond shadows, 
Cosmos, Atoms, Hydrogen bonds, Electrons
Nucleus, matter, anti-matter
Smash together, slither mutually
To create harmony.
Everything. 
Everything is beautiful. 

                      “Just write about that then..”
                                 "Not everything has to be written, somtimes you just have to
                                  live it out.."
                      "What's the point then?? What's the point of writing about butterflies 
and waterfalls? I just don't see it? Why do you have to doll everything up and 
make it more then what it is? Not everything has to be picked apart and analyzed."
                                "Mmm, I suppose."
                        "What's real poetry to you?" 
                                 "Everything..."
                         "I don't understand."

I recline and rest my head on his chest
Tracing lines of thought on the ceiling
Helping him dismantle the universe and put it back together
In his own way
Enjoying lyrical symphonies of life
Breath by breath…
Together
Silent

                                     "This, baby, This is real Poetry.."









 



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Death, You Do Not Win

Death, You Do Not Win
 

The world has been unkind to me 
yet there's no where, no where to flee. 
I'll sit and take it if I must 
for all return to earthly dust. 

To cry will do no worldly good. 
Defy with spirit, as I should. 
A loss that cannot be replaced 
yet life must once again be faced. 

So here I sit and wonder how 
to stop the gloom which eats me now. 
Can it be slain with greater love 
or only healed by God above? 

Once, anger always worked for me 
but now, this time decides to flee. 
Yet I seek not its quick return 
true folly that my Soul shall spurn!
 

Robert J. Lindley, 10-05-2014

Note : Contest 
 Giorgio A. V. 
Contest Name Structured forms - Iambic verse III
You may select between Iambic tetrameter, pentameter, hexameter, heptameter (quatorzain), royal rhyme, blank verse and decapentasyllabic verse. Poems composed with different Iambic forms are accepted as well. Just specify the Iambic forms you have used, beneath the poem.
 
Form chosen , iambic tetrameter.
 


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The Final Say

As our world spins into this blatant madness Family units like dead leaves, fading fast! Our children lost, good values tossed Idols abound, keeps us in a choke! Excesses, extreme shape our lives The Golden Rule, now a corny joke! A simple guide to can heal our earth-disregarded Yet, in spite of all these, God will have the final say When wars and storms sweep across our earth Leaders ignore the hour at hand Perhaps, the last to stand as men To right the wrongs of history past And re enact laws to seal the cracks! Potent winds arising, already on track Remember, love for man and nature will heal this earth Yes, I believe, in spite of all these, My God will have the final say So let the politicians, argue, fight and scheme Let the liars, deceivers, play their games!” Let death merchants chant their evil anthem “It’s not a child, but a piece of flesh”! While the years like pages torn from a book All blowing away like dust in the wind Gone forever beyond eternity's veil! 'Too simplistic', some claim, that love's the remedy Yet, in spite of all these, I will fear no end, for My God will have the final say! ~*~


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The Day That Died Forever

When I am Colder,Older and then alone...
I will collect the sky on my own...
When the art has faded and the days then fade-
when everyone has gone away...

I may finally see what never was saw
.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhh............... the quiet sky

The unlit room which bares my end...shows the flashes of my pains my joys and sins.
This life has been a strange one since the curtains were drawn
These paper and plastic figures have clouded the dawn

I was once younger,foolish,and obsessed with truth
Now I am bitter,sour,dour faced with my heart under shoe

The children were all searching or lost in a crowd
All weeds in a garden...growing vile and foul

Though beauty was sold it never came true
Obsessions and vanity have traveled safe through

Materials and poison and everything lost
have been burned in the fires or lost in the frost

I stand face to mirror tearing my being apart
Winding thoughts of love,pain,god,and art

As the sun sets and the darkness grows
I too shall follow this pattern in tow

Death has a friendly hand and a pretty face
She has given me comfort as I leave this place

The wars have occurred,humanity's lost
Souls have been burnt in the fire or lost in the frost

Day was Life,Night is Death

And the latter has given counsel on my final steps


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Scientist atop Mountain

I stood at the top of the mountain
Giddy, grinning— panting like a fiend
And thought of O2 sat., 
Allostery,
Polyporphyrin rings

And, in time, I thought of bottomlessness,
Half-filled glasses 
Stars exploding through the ineffable blackness

And thought, underneath it all,
What’s the vastness even mean?
I began climbing slowly down from the ego of my dream 

And asked 
What for?
Nothing more
But a flag stuck in the ground?
To calculatingly defy gravity 
As it mercilessly tugs us down?

And then I wondered, ponderously:
Am I a prophet
Or a god?
Is there a defined mind to our brain? 
Dimension to our façade?

A man behind the curtain?
A voice within the sky?
An ultimate time and place?
An adequate answer to “why?”    

I sat on the mountain, tortured
Like the archetypally wise
And knew then that all life’s purpose 

Had been imparted through desperate lies.

--
Note to those not familiar with Biochemistry: 
The first stanza refers to hemoglobin's decrease in oxygen affinity in response to high altitude/ low atmospheric pressure. This is accomplished through the molecule's allosteric conformation change. Hemoglobin's molecular structure consists of a porphyrin ring.  


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Philosophy on Life, Evil and the World

Philosophy on Life, Evil and the World

The Masters, serve their greed
take from those in great need
Such is evil's darkest cloaks
swallows that so often chokes

The Blinded, serve very well
masters in the pit of Hell
Each has a false laid pride
darkness is where they hide

The Slaves, eat deep regret
of life they'll never get
Each accepts a darkened yoke
defiance rarely ever spoke

The Brave, sail with heart
paying from the very start
Sacrifice to save our Souls
Deep river, so many shoals

The Warriors, cut ever deep
die as family sets to weep
Freedom's mantle they serve
with epic hearts, iron nerves

The Innocent, stand so bare
suffer greatly, so few care
Yet they are the true treasure
their test is the real measure!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-05-2014

note: Impossible to include ever 
group so this poet came up with 
these six to write about...


Details | I do not know? | |

Nature's gift

The twilight of night
casts a pale subtle glow,
as the tide of the ocean
puts on a magical show.

There is a warm rolling breeze
sea salt in the air,
shore lined with shells,
as if placed delicately with care.

This serenity and peace
which cannot be bought,
is proudly on display
for humanity, it does touch.

Regardless of colour,
of creed or of race,
the gift of nature;
opens eyes and offers faith.


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Moving On

Moving On

we are human tuning forks
vibrating to our own frequencies
searching for the rhythm and the pulse
of the universe
the peace of mind
we're looking to find
the occasional perfect moment
to prove we're not blind
so I accept my flaws
and their probable cause
because in the last place to dream
there can be no laws


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Nature's Kiss~

Connecting with nature
Walking along I find peace…
Autumn leaves surround me
Crunching rhythms at my feet
I Step inside harmony ~

Brown leaves start swirling
A Tiny tornado forming
Admiringly…I stand glowing… 
A mighty wind blows off my hat
Quickly…I wonder …what was that?

As I hold onto my head
It blows away end over end
Nature playing games instead 
My gracious hat…ahead it blew
I ran after it fast and true~

Blown up against a Willow 
Floppy hat blocked indeed
Tiny raindrops starting to fall 
Cool drops kiss my cheek 
Nature’s spirits forever speak ~

                                          


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Life

Life is like a chapter in a book

We open and have a look

Each page unfolds a chapter at a time

One opens another closes we find

As we turn one page it grows

New chapters begin to unfold

Until we find a book

Like life we have a look

Each page shiny and new

Like our life as we grew

One page one line

One day every time

Until the book is done

Until life is none

We live one day at a time

Just like we read every line


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Re-alignment

When I tried, I’d grab your hand
Pull you close and hurt you inside
When I lived, I’d bring you down
There’s nothing left to live for this time

Funny faces, painful places
Tempting lies and metaphoric races
Spiteful smiles, selfish trials
Losing friends within my denial

When I gave, I’d take the land
Sell it off and then demand
If you give, I’ll share the wealth
But now I’m done and I see sand

Trading thoughts, selling pain
Despising trust unless I gain
Unheard sounds, silent voices
Expressing nothing and no more choices

I got lost in fear but now I’m fine
I fell so far and lost all time
Landed on my feet and heard a rhyme
I heard my breath and took in this sign

Waking, feinting, coloured paintings
Shivering and understating
Take my mind, take my soul
Circulate it all as I’m creating
Words that breathe, words that show
Wisdom as my eyesight grows
I’ve seen the fall, I’ve felt the breeze
Swam through space and shadowed trees
Another death and I’ll be fine
My soul has finally aligned
Though my body still a cage in time
My spirit travels and I find

I got lost in fear but now I’m fine
I fell so far and lost all time
Landed on my feet and heard a rhyme
I heard my breath and took in this sign
The world is round and so I spin
I’ll close my eyes and I’ll begin


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Dancing Verse

You are my dancing verse, from early frozen dawns;   
But clouds still rested, like broken glass of sky,
When playful youth, a snowball threw and hit a ray;             
But clouds still rested above the inner dreaming lawns.                 
               
At first I thought, the world is made of frozen honey;
But clouds still rested, like windows of the people’ soul; 
By river-time, as I stayed and saw the stopped sky`s condole
But clouds still rested, so I chose from them, the pony.

A farther world in which I live, I guard my glass menagerie:
And dreams still rested, like tamed animals in your hands,       
When words I chose, they were like penguins of farther lands;    
And dreams still rested, like ready to adorn the season` tree.        
                   
              
You dancing skate and keep my hand, beyond the mirror white; 
And love still rested: the golden ray is playing in thy lock.
We form a joyful stanza, in which we dance around the clock;
And love still rested, and feeds us all with tender light.


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Tree of Life

Yggdrasil tree of wisdom; tree of secrets and tree of strife; eat her fruit, the mind will grow; all her secrets, she will show. Her tentacles, like gray brain matter; give knowledge that all life, will shatter. In right hands, this world, will grow; in wrong hands, destruction flows. Take great heed of what you do; this world is left, to me and you.


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Balance on the Vortex

Upon the nuclear metropolis, 
the very navel of the soul;
there lies the balance between what exists
outside the axis of control.

An understanding that transcends
between the virtues and the flaws
combined, condensed at either end 
with all the weight that each have wrought

A pivot between Time and Change
on coiled point beneath the plane 
where Chance and Choice are both arranged
and mingled products are contained.

The vortex draws a Life in steady grade
with every trial and result.
The constant whorl becomes crusade
and when it's balanced naught can halt.

The plane may teeter, it may shift
and alter rhythmic atmospheres 
and life might stall upon the pith
or race the corkscrew track of years. 

And in the helix of maturity
once equilibrium has been engaged 
the spiral spin up through eternity
can not be ceased by fragile age.

With poise maintained when crisis knocks
and accord within every spiral breath;
a balance is redeemed when scales might rock
between the points of Life and Death.


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Gutters And Stars

The fall to the abyss is incendiary by design,
  Burning out and plummeting toward
The bottom of a fjord or the shaft of a mine,
  To impale upon a metaphoric sword.

The climbing from the dark is instinctive by default,
  Implanted in the root of human soul,
With each progressive step to scrabble from the vault,
  Victorious emerging from the hole.

Regeneration spreads it’s slowly beating wings
  To raise the heart and mind against the night,
And even in the depths of all the blackest things
  Draws us once again into the light.

Just as Oscar Wilde was clearly heard to utter
  In defiance of the fates and prison bars,
I may have sometimes lain in a pretty dismal gutter
  But my eyes were always fixed upon the stars.


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EXCEEDING

                                           

                                                EXCEEDING


                                  in all relationships due right exists                                  
                                  with balance there's always nectar                                    
                                   undue bears always false picture
                                     exceeding brings poison too
                                      in life's mirror depicts true  
                                         
                                  
                                       
                                                





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My Torment

A fleeting still small voice tries to warn me
A sudden overwhelming desire to run
The tell tale taste of metallic flakes
Means my nightmare has begun

Everything around takes on a ghostly pallor
A landscape of anguish and corrosion
A moment of silence before the violence
The flash of light, the brilliant explosion

The sound of the Sun fills my ears
Fear, my throat, though none escapes me
And paralyzed I clench my eyes
As my tormentor prepares to rape me

And it's endeavor is absolute
Consumption is its ultimate goal
It exists to chase me so it can erase me
Whilst feasting on my soul

And then that familiar salty smell 
The sudden rush of warmth so stings
Engaging me relentlessly
In vile unspeakable things

Over and over and over again
My limbs stretched and wrought
As it's teeth tear my bones bare
It's mind defiles my thoughts

And still wounds beget wounds beget wounds
As in the mouth of madness I suffer
And with every injury he just seems to be
Rougher and rougher and rougher

Then just as suddenly as it began it ceases
And for a moment I am clearer
And then the true horror of it all
Is revealed in a darkly lit mirror

There in front of me stands my destroyer
Face flush with it's fill of my pain
And I find that it's eyes and mine
My God, they’re one in the same


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If Love Does Not Live (Sonnet for Celene Crescent)

If love does not live so that love may live,
Wrecked on rugged rock like a pirate ship;
Tiresias speaks to hearts—no love to give,
Darkness and void with no inspired lips;

If love is quashed short of its golden prime,
Like dinosaurs smashed by a meteorite;
Crushed from its age of blossoming on time,
Like breath strangled from life not to unite!

Then O’ love, send me Pegasus to ride,
Spread your wings—lift us to Zeus in the sky;
Touching constellations with them abide,
Creating cherished crescendos for weepy eye:

Lightning life beaming love from golden clouds
Descending passion upon earth erasing shrouds!




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Today

Embrace today,
for
Today, is tommorrows yesterday!


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Dementia

He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
Tough.
Independent.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
Sad
Lonely
Empty.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
Sedation
Medication
Anger
Hurt
All results of
dementia


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I Walk Alone

Here, as I wander
Many roads, many paths
All one shall see
Is I walk alone

She appeared, like a dream
Like the mist of night
Or the fog of morning light
But I swear she was there

I reached to touch
The sweet taste of what was
I longed for the past
Yesterday, when dreams were dreams

I could smell the fragrance
The smell of morning lily’s
One could taste even the air
And feel the suns grasp of the day 

Such desires burn deep
Within our souls, should one believe
Or so I have been told
As a withering candle, my desires have faded

Tears, oh the tears have faded
The heart grows, only in  the desires for thing past
And yet the heart, sands of time, becomes a desert
The music still plays, and I still walk

alone


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CANDLE 1st in Spanish then scroll down for english trans

VELA (CANDLE)First Spanish version, scroll down for English)
Yo ser‚ para ti.
Toda la vida que me queda la vivir‚ para ti
y cuando el tiempo haya terminado,
morir‚ por ti.
Dir‚ tu nombre
en cada vela que encienda, respirar‚ tu nombre.
Te susurrar‚,
cada oraci¢n que diga ser  siempre parte de ti.

Por toda la eternidad,
y as¡ ha sido y ser  siempre, 
y cuando deje este mundo,
aquello vendr  conmigo
en la luz de una vela.
Todo el mundo sigue girando, haciendo el d¡a y la noche,
y de la oscuridad a la luz,
ser s siempre parte de cada oraci¢n que yo diga.

Yo ser‚ para ti.
Como una fresca quebrada de la monta¤a que se desborda por ti
como una c lida brisa de verano
entre los  rboles para ti.
En el brillo de una vela,
todo lo que he sido o llegue a ser 
por toda la eternidad,
tu ser s parte de todo lo que yo haga siempre.
Yo ser‚ para ti.  

					
					Traducci¢n: Emilio J. Saavedra M.     CANDLE	
I will be for you.
All my life that is left, I will live for you,
and when time has run out,
I will die for you.
I will speak your name
in each candle that I light, I will breath your name.
I will whisper you,
every prayer I ever say will be part of you.

For eternity,
and forever it has been, and will always be,
and when I leave this world,
it will go with me.
In a candle light
all the world keeps on turning, making day and night,
and from dark to light,
you'll be part of every prayer that ever comes from me.

I will be for you.
Like a cool mountain spring that overflows for you
like a warm summer breeze 
through the trees for you.
In a candle glow,
everything I've ever been or will ever be
for eternity,
you'll be part of everything I ever do.
I will be for you.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the doylestown poet


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Gold-digger

Well, now that I am registered officially,
into the ranks of those who search and dig,
for gold, and paper that's done and serialized,
or plastic that buys the pleasures on high,
I might as well sit down and think hard,
about all that I will buy with gold and paper,
serialized and plastic that shines,

First a bouquet for mama to say 'thank you'.
and wish her sunshine and rainbows too,
and not sun to scorch her chocolate skin,
but rainbows to herald goodwill and peace.

Then I might try to buy a voice, as loud as,
can be to join all the others that sound,
and call for what a child needs to grow and sing,
the time to play, learn and be loved, more time.

Most of all, I'll ask not to buy this one, it is priceless,
true friends to love now, forever and always, eternally
not perfect because I am far from the best,
but whose love, like mine, does not need justification.

So you see, what I want needs just a penny to buy,
and what I need wants no money to purchase,
so why the hassle to wear a veil and deceit,
to go down the vents, with spade and pans.

And now I will pay the price it will take
to be unregistered officially from the ranks,
of those who dig and search, for gold and paper,
maybe plastic that shines and buys,
and if you want and care, here I offer,
my friendship with no charge, no price tag.


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My Purse

If, entrusted were I, with a magical purse,
one that held what was needed, but not monies curse.
One that neither bulged, nor would ever be empty,
so when I reached down within, there I'd find plenty.

A handful of tolerance, I would pull each day,
to pass out to those in need, I met along the way.
I would take a fist full of hope, to toss aloft.
Scatter it among the throng, letting it land soft.

I would enter into the turf of gangs and their wars.
Trading peace for their guns, so they would kill no more.
I would go to Washington, there I would invest,
two handfuls of honesty, perhaps ten, would be best.

Charity, I would share, with those who live large.
Help them to give some away, so no one need starve.
I could change so many things and alter many lives.
But, I could also do harm and make so many cry.

As it is so easy, to think one self's above,
to take control of lives, forgetting about love.
So for myself, I'd take a bit to keep myself humble.
So that I and my purse, never, ever stumble


Details | Couplet | |

The Leader Bunny

All the little bunnies were lined up for a race. Why, you may ask?
Because the dear old Leader Bunny was stepping down with grace.
He had led the others for years without disgrace, in all pursuits.
He was their advisor, friend, and confidant... solver of disputes.
Such a lofty position was dearly sought by all…from all around.
But he could pick only one to wear that lofty, wonderful crown.
So a race was determined to quickly resolve, the question therein.
And a lovely little laurel crown was offered, to the one who did win.

Now many strategies to win emerged from within the race.
The most common was the notion to set the fastest pace…
A few would use tricks that might hurt, in order to slow others down.
A few were mean, for they wanted the power that comes with the crown.
Two were clever and would catapult each other at the very end.
A few just practiced running to gain the added stamina needed to win.
Only one little rabbit found shoes for the poor, for it was a rocky trail.
And when the race began he helped those hurt in the prevail.

Now the dear old leader had never actually worn a laurel crown.
His had been symbolic; his works had brought him his renown.
When the Leader Bunny gave the laurel crown to he who won the race…
Only a few were surprised, when the little helper won the Leader’s grace…
Though some would go on to complain because he had come in last…
It truly takes someone who knows how to serve, to lead and guide the rest.
But my moral to this story is that…. Regardless what some may think…
It takes compassion to correctly lead…and sometimes the last can be the best…



Details | Sijo | |

Attitudes differ

Thanks to Dr.Ram Mehta for introducing this awesome poetic form to me I had to try it
No two people are the same, likewise attitudes differ When attitudes conflict it leads to speculation that maybe Standing down can make you humble not bring humility
AgMoore© 7/28/11


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Like A Phoenix

Fallen                                        home...
          star                         way
                  working    my








*I wrote this a few years ago, after reading the great Ernest Hemingway's famous 6 word 
bio...these 6 little words have much inner/hidden meaning for me. :)


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Roundhouse Runs

Black squirrels bound skewways
from the house, shadowshifts
falling darkly on 
dusty white autumnal
snow. Paw prints run

makeshift memories soon 
snowed over. Leaping
on tree trunks they wind their
way upward on paths of birch
bark in quick roundhouse runs.

I watch them go from
a seat by the door
and eavesdrop on the
dripping eaves trough. Icicles
hang like stalactites
and
drip
their
dew
onto
the
driveway.

The heater blows dry
air over my face as
dust rides recirculated
draft flows and floats upward
in a beam of magnetic

light. A thin frosting
of human sloughcells
settles on the windowsill
in a regiment I
attack with the duster

before they regroup and
resettle. Single cells
born of a single self. I 
pace circles on the
fading cream carpet.


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Rust Sleeps

Rust sleeps without the churchyard
on the blunt perimeter rails,
on the bloom of iron stabbing up
into the pelt of rain.

Rust sleeps upon the fence posts
where the wire is nailed to wood
and the metal burns an ochre tint
beneath the sodium arc.

Rust sleeps atop the hinges
of the pub door so to screech
a shrill alert to drunken ears
of some returning ghost.

Rust sleeps upon the riverbed,
suicide pushed into the deep,
trolleys severed by the silt,
dead baby prams beside.

Rust sleeps in feasts of coma night
and eats small mouthfuls of the moon,
spits corrosion at the stars
and dulls this razor life. 


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PLUTO'S TREASURE

Golden objects are most outstanding,

But without loving, they are missing flavor.

But let’s not forget stunning silver,

That the maid often loves to savor.

And brilliant copper, with its rosy sheen,

That every craftsman should well know.

But cold iron, as Kipling likes to say,

From all of these, takes the show.

Not mentioned yet, but not to be overlooked,

Is platinum, our bright and lustrous pal.

Thought to be impure for thousands of years,

But now more valuable than them all.


    


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Twigs

Twigs

Flowers bloom
And flowers wilt.
Flowers blush
And flowers fade.
The eternity is only in me-
The twig that bears the flowers.

Sparrows are born
And sparrows die.
Sparrows fly
And brighten the sky.
That who nurtures sparrows is me-
A cozy make of a twig upon a twig.

The sun fades
And moon is born.
The twilight blurs
And moonlight spreads.
All the soothing moonlight beams are me-
A crisscross of unfathomed twigs.

Whether in its birth
Or in its death;
In the heart
Of its heart;
The entire beauty is none but one-
A design of mysterious twigs.


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WHEN I WAS YOUNG

When I was young and life was easy
I never thought but of the next day.
For the young, things can be so breezy
It is the child's way.

I never thought but of the next day
Until that day came upon me.
It is the child's way
And I did not want to see.

Until that day came upon me
I was carefree like the bird on high.
And I did not want to see
The dark adult horizons that would make me cry.

I was carefree like the bird on high
Only to be trapped by love
The dark adult horizons that would make me cry
Crushing me down from above.

Only to be trapped by love
For the young, things can be so breezy
Crushing me down from above
When I was young and life was easy.


Dan Cwiak ... written for:
Paula Swanson's Pantoum contest


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When Sheep Collide

'Tis strange where we should get the notion
That poetry expressed in motion
Should within the human form reside.
When nature gives us many chances
Unpractised and ephemeral dances
Like in a muddy field when sheep collide

Truth is, that nature's not so humble
And doesn't mind the dancer's stumble
There's nothing that it ever seeks to hide
Uncaring it leaves all revealed
And is not shamed if one small field
Has crazy sheep and one long muddy slide

They're mad, they're bad, they're having fun
Those naughty sheep and every one
Is doing what convention has denied
The hillside's muddy, wet and slick
With crazy sheepies sliding quick
Down to the bottom, down where sheep collide.

Many count good nature's fare
The birdsong and the country air
Among the wonders of the countryside
But strange delight can yet be found
In woolly bodies sliding round
A simple muddy field where sheep collide.

While nature guides celestial spheres
In cosmic dances, it appears,
With majesty the earthborn are denied
Down far beneath in mud and grass
A sheep slides on its woolly a***:
A sense of fun, though not a sense of pride.


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The Old Man In The Mirror

The Old Man In The Mirror

Who is that old man who looks at me in the morning?
When I shave and shower he is there living in a pane of glass
Grey hairs replacing the dark walnut brown
More and more each day, each hour
Eyes looking tired from ages of struggles
Each reflecting a soul which was once so full of life
Now it lays stagnant and lost
It has the memories of its youth
Doing this that that man can only now remember
Wrinkles took so long to show
Even fooling that old man into thinking he was younger than he is
Every grey hair, every wrinkle has been earned
They are the wages of stress, pain and anxiety of aging
Some called them badges of honor
I look in the mirror and see that old man looking back at me
I don’t see honor, pain, stress or anxiety
That old man looking back at me has lived a full life
Successes and mistakes of the past are reflected in the mirror
Lost loves and loves found are hidden in his spirit
I look at the old man in the mirror 
I look at the grey hair and the sad eyes
I see each and every wrinkle
I look at the old man in the mirror and I see life


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Rhyme XOX

I just want my summertime
To be at a stand still.
Sometimes, when women cross my mind,
I'm not sure just what to feel.

I'd like to call her friend,
And I want us to mean something.
I can find several, yet in the end,
It seems like all I have is nothing.

So where is the evidence
That says I should move forward?
Show me a sign that's heaven sent;
A point I should move toward.



©2013 Honestly JT


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Deaf and Gone

I am whatever you say I am...
but, let's get back to reality...

       Three short years ago, this room shined welcome mats across a screen of doldrums.
A place of unfamiliarity that screamed, 
"You don't belong!"
Yet, a voice of reason spoke and said,
"Expand yir' roots. Venture beyond the comfort zone. Academia resides inside that room, but know you won't be alone."
Repeatedly,brainwaves declined what my wife and editor had told me.
I'd say,
"no way, I'm givin' up my soul for free, they read, they pay, like it's always been, the way it's going to always be!"
Unbeknownst to me one day, and with a slight of hand, my "Open Sores" were put on display and surprisingly more than a handful of great ladies and nice guys began to give feedback on what I had devised. 
This interaction was something very new, helpful, and impressive. For a change, it was something real.
For years, those around me were quick to give praise with hidden reasons. Constructive criticism is amazing, and I welcomed being corrected or set straight.
Now there are those who choose to shut me down without explanation, and call me names.
DO NOT mistake me for sophomoric! These words bleeding from my guts have no style and need no approval. There is no thinking involved here, no plan. If you don't like it, fine...don't censor or bracket me in. So what if I am illiterate?  If you don't like "street poetry" or the pathetic stuff I write, don't read it. If I offend you, tell me.
We should welcome those who are different than us. 
Words of truth inspire movement, like fire.
I came to this room to expand my horizons, step outside the box, learn, help, grow. 
There will be no apologies dealt for being different, or for being labelled as something uncomfortable to you. 
This has been an ok room so far, but there is some clique trickanery going on.
If the dictionary must come into play, let me recommend looking up the term "Poetic License."
True, I may not be the writer you prefer, or aspire to be....but tread carefully my friend, for you have no idea of my profession. I've made a fine living, for a good long time, spewing words onto paper. I came from nothing, and may still be nothing to you...still, I do what I love, have no boss.
I am not an aspiring writer who dreams of a life, I live my dream. In conclusion, I must wish you luck in finding what you peddle poetry for. Until then, keep 


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ripples

a wrinkled grin
on grandfather's face -

seeing my future
etched deeply in those lines, 
I grin right back










March 1st, 2012


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eternal struggle for serenity

Serenity, the gift I’ve forever longed
To be peaceful as a lily in a still pond
My fear drops away like raindrops down a windowpane
Love flows like the wind through the lions mane
The journey for courage is a eternal quest
Feelings of brotherhood is the best
Never again will I feel addictions pain
Everyday my struggle continues to wane
Companionship is the spark of existence
It’s something worth going the distance
Being alone at night is dark and dreary
Without another soul, it gets quite weary
But everyday being me is a little more okay
I feel bright and alive like a sunray
My soul is healing, friendship a band aid
Far few in between real friends I’ve made
But those I have mean everything to me
I’ll never let them go, that you shall see
Basically my friends give me my serenity
Through my actions and words, this you will see


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GARDEN OF FAITH

Death disrobes the body of our fancy garments,
And clothes us with more common fashion:
A mere loincloth of sky blue silk,
So that we may feel the warm passion,
Of  resurrection’s gorgeous spring
And the spiritual blessings it will bring.

So sleep on calmly with Jesus,
Beneath your coverlet of blue skies,
And know that the summer garden of ease
Will be there when you arise,
Like a lovely blossom given birth
From a shriveled seed in the earth.






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Heaven's Grocery Store

Marching down life’s highway, my feet became very sore
I then came upon a sign that read “Heaven’s Grocery Store”
When I got closer the doors swung open wide
Next thing I knew I was standing there inside
I saw a flock of angels positioned everywhere
They handed me a basket and said, “Child shop with care.”
Everything a human required was in that grocery store
With many commodities to carry, you could always come back for more
First I acquired some Patience; Love was in that same row
Further down was Understanding, you require that everywhere you go
I grabbed a box of Wisdom and Faith, a bag or two
And obtained Charity of course but more than just a few
And then reached for Courage to help me run this wicked race
My basket was almost full but remembered some loving Grace
I then chose Salvation for it was advertised as free
I tried to collect enough of that for both you and me
Then I started to the counter to pay my grocery bill
For I thought I had everything to do the Master’s will
As I went up the aisle, I saw Prayer and proceeded put that in
For I knew when I stepped outside I was bound to encounter sin
Peace and Joy were plentiful, the last thing on that shelf
Song and Praise were hanging near so I just helped myself
Then I asked an angel, “Now how much do I owe?”
She smiled and said, “Just take them wherever you may go.”
Again I asked, “No really, how much do I owe?”
“My child,” she said, “God paid your bill a long time ago.”
 


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Perception

To see ourselves as others see us --
unmasked images, through others' eyes --
half-formed caricatures, perhaps --
or mere grotesqueries -- 
barely recognized, telling
what we thought to hide --
we'd label these as skewed
perceptions, not real truth...

But, no matter -- when once
I thought myself unfairly judged
and asked "How so?",
I was reminded of the obvious,
i.e.: all outcomes are determined
by perceived attitudes and actions.
Not truth, but clear perception,
pure appearance, guide others' thoughts
and so create the world we live in.

Thus,  however harsh,
"Perception is reality."


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HOW TO STOP SWIFT AND STEALTHY TIME THAT BRINGS DEATH

How to stop swift and stealthy time that brings death?
Must we think only of victories, not defeats
and deny that all we posses will be lost as wealth?
Disease and age are our enemies...doesn't health control heartbeats?
Spread those tables and enjoy your food and wine,
dance and sing when sadness knocks, indulge in a life simply divine!


Should we live in the moment as the ancient Romans did indeed:
constantly thinking of invincibility and immortality...
shrugging off days and years of dire uncertainty;
wouldn't it be absurd to embody the essence of their creed?
In South Africa Lekker is a portent of good as the word, " Omens " is;
try to include it in your daily speech and write yourself a funny phrase!  


Some may say, " It's madness! " and laugh as a delirious Macbeth; 
others will accept it and suddenly forget that they are going to die
by contemplating this motto," How to stop swift and stealthy time that brings death? "
God's curse on the human race can be undone, if we don't believe Satan's lie!  


How to stop swift and stealthy time that brings death?
Isn't it an impossible wish for all the living who can't escape reality?
Although science offers much hope with their findings on longevity...
we are bound for our graves without a single breath! 

 
 
 


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Kunzite

It is 2012 within the season of autumn in that year.
Humankind knows not whether to be sad or cheer.
A new sphere arrived; they call it planet kunzite.
In an orbit opposite of earth, aligned perfectly right.
Was it our doom, or salvation we awaited a sign.
Upon the next moon, our answer came so divine.
Planet kunzite was to be our new home to live.
To go in peace and harmony with only love to give,
No more wars or anger for any human to spread,
In the stars surrounding, words are there to be read.
Kunzite a jewel for everyone, especially new born,
So upon each morning a new greeting shall adorn.


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Final Act and Epilogue

(submission)
Here we bow down to the Lord of the flies,
making way for elegant hissing gowns,
bejeweled in glittering serpentine eyes,
balancing the luster of crooked crowns.

(self-realization)
Alas! We have lost our morality,
so blindly do we serve this filthy swine;
this vile beast bathes in our depravity,
turning our wretched sins back into wine.

(self-preservation)
At this drunk-fest, the swine ruefully grins,
watching us bow down to our own demise.
Why sit back and watch as the evil wins,
darkness can be vanquished, please realize!

(revelation)
United, we can make our final stand,
and banish this beast from our rightful land.


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Greater Love

Greater Love

I shivered and watched him as the snow fell 
Frail, tattered clothes, bearded, no shoes, but--smell!
I thought--what a contrast--comparing sights,
But love was a lesson I'd learn that night!

Not from plastic steeples or rhetoric,
Philanthropy or emotional trick...
I would learn to look in my own mirror
For compassion, mercy, empathy--clearer.

       This complex multiple of nature lives
       In dying daily to Ego-------Forgives!

Then I saw neither black, white, red nor green,
But only insolence and heard him scream:
"Get away from us! You Freak! Reprobate!"
Then with his cane, knocked him down--oh such hate!

Top hat and tails perched with pride by the door
Assisting the dilatant he adored.
Snow was a gossamer curtain all 'round.
Vision obscured even steps on the ground.

       Lights came from nowhere as they crossed the street,
       Aimed for the dilatant--innocent, sweet.

Watching I saw from the shadows immerge
Sprinting like 'Coldstream Guard'--out past the curb,
That same man, pushing the dilatant fair
Out of harms way as he flew in mid-air.

Emerging unscathed from the ice and snow:
"Who was that man? Tell me! I want to know!"
The crowd huddled 'round like a football team
Gawking with questions of what they had seen.

       A donor card was his only ID.
       No name--just a wish--was all they could see.

Donor card cashed in...Science and query...
A grave in an obscure cemetery,
With small unadorned head-marker amends:
"Greater love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends."

5/14/2012
deborah burch©

*For Michael's "No Names on This Love Contest"


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Silence

Silence can deceive                                        
One's quiet to understand
Another to destroy


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death's breath is warm

death’s breath is warm a welcome reprieve in the winter of life
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ENNUI

Disenchanted with ennui,
I want to my earth
To meet the sky,
To catch a falling star
Outside a ‘Monday thru Friday’
‘Nine to Five’ job,
But traffic on the eight eighty
Enshackles me in the tapestries of my mind.

Amnesia walks me through corridors of lice
Armed with coffee cups, the stock market on the radio,
I have lost all with my nasdaq fall
Into bars and brothels of dubious repute,
All is carnal after all.

Entrapment with Chopin on the alarm clock,
Donuts oozing with cream, wiped away with a napkin,
How do I get away from Tchaikovsky at night?
As the older whores at last snore,
I light a cigarette and lean out my window
To wail a poem, catch a falling star. 


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Guilty Reflection

Looking dead at me in this smeared mirror...
a lost man
tormented
face red
brittle
and teared

stacking excuses 
the longer I stare
this stress abuses 
my conscience with a glare

a guilty reflection warns
my mind is the prison I fear
as I long to escape 
from the  hell I dwell in
right here

who have I become? 
what have I done right?
crossroads appear suddenly 
as fog fills the mirror tonight

darkness owning the room,
prefers I suffer slow
so I proceed with speed 
because it’s the only way I know

tasteless stories
flood my life’s hard bound chapters 
while this smeared mirror reflects tears
dripping from a face 
which was once filled with laughter. 


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Empty Nourishment

A porcelain bowl upon the table
waits, in colored beauty,
as a stomach sits to gnaw
upon its filigreed edge,
where an artist once painted
pastel fruit, so delectably.

Emerald vines,
sweeping across delicate expanse,
textured in their stillness,
inviting one's imagination
to simply taste.

But what good is such vision,
when it fills naught but eyes
and lungs, with artful sigh? 
While its emptiness is swallowed whole,
to dwell, in unsatisfied depths.

If artists truly starved,
would they paint only ugliness?
Could hunger ever really appreciate
such decadent beauty,
without considering its waste?

And still the bowl awaits
upon life's table,
as many different hands
span its crafted rim,
in search of individual
fulfillment...


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Truth

Men say there are no absolute truths...

The Truth
Man can govern himself. He just doesn’t have the ability to do this successfully.

The Truth
There is one God. He has a name. He has a son. Their names are different.

The Truth
When you die, you are dead - not ghosts. It is that simple. That’s it, for now…

The Truth
Even though humans die, we were never meant to. We were designed for a time 
without end.

The Truth
The most circulated book in the history of Man must be more than a “book.”

The Truth
Happiness can be attained, even in a completely miserable place.

The Truth
There is no such place as a fiery Hell of torment, except in pagan mythology.

The Truth
There is a Heaven. However, its purpose is not what you think.

The Truth
The meek shall inherit the Earth.

The Truth...
...is not that far from you.


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It is now

Ain't a word, you said.
but it takes a daring gust 
for things start to be.


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Breathes

Some lives are like a stone quickly skipping over the ponds top, forever tossed.
My life is below the surface trying to reach upward with each breathe lost.
But there is still beauty, deep down here in the great depths below…
For the solitude holds me in its grip as I dwell with what I know.

My occasional trips to the surface leave me vastly wanting more…
Still, my life below the surface doesn’t scare me as it did, once before.
And the breaths will come when given, as my life continues to flow.
True it is dark but beauty lingers, everywhere the currents move below.

At times, the surface reflections seem surreal, as if it’s a place not to go.
Comfort comes more and more to my soul, as the deeper I glide below.
Here I dwell within myself, with words, and thoughts, that carry me along.
Perhaps I have found where I truly belong, as I sing my siren songs.


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The Owl and the PusyCat Sail

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

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

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



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No Set Future

As I pass through time
in my physical vessel
I connect the rhymes,
balancing them on my mind's trestle.

My consciousness detaches
from emotion and commotion
and intricately latches
onto an outstanding, expanding notion.

At twenty-three and so onward,
with every new midnight,
and every new songbird,
my mind escalates to a new height
brilliantly brightening my eye's light.

The novelty of these audibles
inclines life to be anything but probable.
Voluble are my audibles,
relieving my eye of it's monocle.

I focus and listen
to the cosmic sounds physics has given.
Seeing the sounds, all the compounds
do abound and surround
everywhere amongst these grounds.

Strategy is imperative when dodging the chaos.
Seek those audibles which avoid pathos.
Embrace the novelty, embrace the ambiance
for the moment now is all transience.


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Bravery Is All There Is

When darkness falls and finds us all alone,
When the heart becomes a small grey stone ...
     Bravery is all there is.

When thunder shakes the windowpanes,
When those we love lie wracked with pain ...
     Bravery is all there is.

Bravery concedes its fear;
Does not attempt to hide its tears.
Bravery is born of holding calm,
In quietly, doggedly, carrying on.

When reason fails to light the dark,
When the answer is a question mark ...
     Bravery is all there is.

When justice seeks to rule in vain,
When sorrow sweeps the roiling brain ...
     Bravery is all there is.

Bravery trembles while it stands,
Accepts what it cannot command.
Bravery bears its burdens well,
Looks not to see if others tell.

     Be brave then, Mystery asks of us;
     Face the unknown with silent trust -
     For at the End, there is only this:
     Bravery is all there is.
     Bravery is all there is.


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Crack -the drug i am

i kill your 
ambitions
i kill your 
motives 
i kill your
fantasy
i slide in between
your most 
wanted desires 
and tear em down 
like bull dozers

i bring all your 
fears closer 
and damage you 
crack i love 
your pipe 
crack i love 
your life 
crack
you feen for me 
and dream for me 
i call you 
late at nite 
after you eat 
you throw up 
cause i can't bear 
to let you gain on me
crack
rehab can shelter you
but you wills be back!


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The truth in time

Time is the most precious possession the universe holds.
It is powerful beyond all measure.
It is loyal but also very unforgiving.

Time will test our strength and will power.
It will expose our weakness.
Time will challenge our thoughts and emotions.
It will be relentless in its endeavor to prove love unstable and lacking.
Time will push boundaries.
It will surpass limitations and barriers. 
Time will change you...
Time will possibly break you...
Time may even heal you...

Time is not to be undervalued or assessed.
Time can not be exacted, it is a gift, an allowance.
We are given time so that we may discover who we were, who we are, and who we long to be...
We are given time to uncover the endless possibilities that lie before us.
We are given time to gain enlightenment, to learn, and to teach.
We are given time to be free, to be liberated, to be alive!!!

But, in time, you will always find a profound truth...

Time is borrowed, only a certain amount allotted.
It is owed all of your energy and spirit. 
You have to explode every day.
Only slow down for those magical moments.
To absorb all the character needed to become a philanthropic warrior.
A guardian and a leader to those who do not understand the true concept of time.


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The Truth

It’s true that I have cancer
Not true that it has me
For I choose to live my life
As full as it can be
It’s true they did some cutting
To get the cancer out
But I’m still fighting cancer
And it is quite a bout
It’s true that I’ll do chemo
And chemo makes you sick
While chemo kills the cancer
That’s not what makes me tick
For me, it’s love of family
My daughter and my wife
And I’ll have a brand new grandchild
And that – to me – is life
Each moment that I’m living
My love for them grows strong
And loving equals living
That’s what keeps me going on
So it’s true that I have cancer
Not true that it has me
And like a wise man said once
The truth shall set you free.


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love about me

people think i'm peculiar
to have think outside the box
to have act not like anyone else
to have a though heart

but they just don't know who i am
for i have a sensitive heart
i cried easily and fragile
but everybody has a flaw

sometimes I cried when I can decide things
sometimes I lost and don't know where to go
can find a life goal up until now
and again, everybody has a flaw

I like happiness
laughing with everybody
sharing stories and telling jokes
making this world a stage of comedy

i filled my life with dreams and hopes
looking for ways to brighten people's life
keeping faith though sometimes faded
but it is the only thing keeping me from crumbling

i like the philosophy about love
seeing peaceful energy that emerges
someday i wished i could be among them
who fight in the name of love

a visionary
a dreamer
an artist
a coward
a clown
a lover
a fighter
what i love about me.


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REINCARNATION THINKING

REINCARNATION THINKING?

Life is like a coloring book
with few or many pages
filled with complex 
outlined images.

We are given a box of crayons
and are asked to color in the 
background and spaces of the images

Sub-titles are allowed.

When the coloring book is finished
we are given a new one to complete.

C.A.K. 12-6-2012


REINCARNATION THINKING 2 -SOUL SEARCHING

Was I once before or never
Don’t know how or even whether

I was a firefly, a bird of prey 
a centipede, a fish fillet?

A baseball fan to keep the score
a mockingbird, a carnivore?

A blossom in the midst of spring
a sign of what the day might bring.

A germ grown in a Petri dish
a chicken bone an unmade wish

All things and species could I be,
even remnants of a tree.

Of all of these,  I leave this post,
I am for now what I am most.

CAK 7-23-2012



MORE QUESTIONS ON RE-INCARNATION

As 'core' beliefs thicken so, 
does it leave us room to grow?
As aging souls say we must, 
complete the cycle which was thrust
upon our bucolic living place 
turned upside down in whorling space
searching for a redemptive life.

But for you, dearest one, do you not remember 
before you arrived, you took this bucking horse of soul, 
tamed it, labeled it and proclaimed it. 
To become what you needed in order
that your ride be contained and controlled. 
It's name is 'balance' and it keeps you level in the saddle 
so you don't fall off. 

10-3-2012


REINCARNATION THINKING 3 -

If, we are on a soul journey,
then what must that soul become?

A better soul? A wiser soul?
A sad soul? A learned soul?
Until one reaches the end of time,

There are so many lives to live out
to fully experience all aspects of this world.
Animals, plants - more souls searching?

One can speculate, but from my perspective
none of it makes sense.

CAK 4-03-2012


REINCARNATION ENDING

Was the Phoenix reincarnated?
Or was its embers reignited?  
Perhaps before a lowly worm or soldier bee 
or brown turned leaf upon a tree? 
A  seahorse, a shark, which fish shall I be?  
In fisherman's net to be eaten by me?  
And when the cycle is complete 
and x equals x on our balance sheet.
Can we then rest in a celestial lair 
with memories gone and unaware
of trials by all things forgotten?
If choose I must or chosen by me,  
I'll remain in the stars and just wait to see.

6-2-2012


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Carbon Monoxide (CO) Week 2: Carbon Cabrona

Smokeless inhales hurt.
I cough tar on my shirt.
As my black lungs breathe,
Shrilling exhales wheeze.

Cabrona
Falls me
Down to
My knees.

The nicotine cracks
My will.
My composure
Spills.

I want 
This.
I must 
Have this.

I sink
Into
The brink
Of madness.


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The Lifetime Clock

Tick tick tick
Tainted not sick
Brick by brick
Look with your eyes 
See for what will hide
As time ticks by

Clock strikes 1
Just want to have fun
Better run
A fatal sigh
As time ticks by

Seconds minutes and the hour
For time holds all power
Fate cannot be faced 
So feel how lies inside time are laced
Hate love life and death are embraced
It’s the life we wish to copy and paste
The love that is to sweet to taste
Hate is to bear
And death is for some to fear
Where the secret does enlye
Time ticks by

Will it be the end
Or is it a gift after that time will send
For some it will not mend
Every drip of life will be drained
Sympathetic drips from the sky will rain
Life will die
As time ticks by
The clock hands lock
Ticks slowly stop
Tick tick tick
Drip drip drip
Times up that’s it 


Details | I do not know? | |

Borders In The Borderless Society

Waft borderless borders;
within;

  The dividing line that separates the free
    and the slaves;

      where strangers come and go
          but the cage is never lifted.


                Where sticks and stones travel farther,
                and idle remains your soul possession;


                pocketed,
                dispossessed
                and disenfranchised.


Standing frozen in the temporal sea,
while global earth spins yonder;
giving birth to a global movement;
devoid of you,
where the shining guards of globalism obstruct your path
and the cage is never lifted.

apartheid in an open prison,
borders without a border,
where freedom is ill defined
and internal struggle
links the spider web without a spider to keep it.


Details | Free verse | |

Unphysical

I drop my words
Into a vacuum
-So there's enough room-
But they're vacuumed up
By the lack of air
'Cause I made no wings
To bear them

Without force
I let them go
I let gravity
Take it's course
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Go up in flames
Or slowly rust

All that's eternal
Is that's pure
Pain and hate
And love -no more

And I'm so scared
That it's all in my head
That life's a steady march
To dead
Dead ends
and culs-de-sac
Take one step forward
Then quick!
Turn back.


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Carbon Monoxide -CO- Week 3: Talkin' 'bout My 'noxide

The steady pull
of temptation--
a tease on
my resolution.

When I can sleep, 
I take what dreams 
afford me.
In these dreams,
my 'noxide comes
to ward me.

Her smoke is an invitation.
my conscience
falls for
the con science
of my imagination.
I give in
and reality spins.

Between the sleeps, 
I lie in sanity. 
I wonder:
Did I give into 
my humanity?
did I'd err?
Is that
smoke in the air?


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BACK TO ORIGIN

People are commonly different
Symbol of diversity piece
Pure race doesn’t exists

Color and creed are just an identity
Believe only in human history
God sculptured them from clay

People are equally created
Having many opposites
But respecting others taste

When everyone is treated equal
Nothing appears but peace in hand
Discrimination, disunity and, suffering won’t be born anymore

Written to advocate to suppress racism
Bandar Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia
10:30-11:00 am, November 13. 07, Tuesday


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My Father's Face

From somewhere far beneath,
My father's face is rising to replace my own.
Each year the brightly silvered surface of my mirror
Reveals some other common feature
Pushing its way to the fore.

The silver of the years finds its way
Into the hair retreating at the same rate;
Years marching forward as the hairline marches back
In lockstep time. What's left shines
With the wintry distinction of age.

Whose eyes are these that now look out
From beneath my brow? Are these the eyes that watched my child in sleep,
Or now those elder eyes that watched over me so long ago?
And what self is that at rest behind my silvered temples,
That rests its thoughts so heavy on these things?

Photos of the two of us together
Show the kinship of expression
The matching etchings of experience
That leave no doubt
As to the common blood by which we're bound.

I can no longer view myself
Without his prescence being there as well;
Moreover, the image of his father
Shows the like upwellings in him.

The visage of the man who came before
The three of us I've never seen;
But I deem it probable there was little difference,
And so back this face we share may go, ad infinitum.

Every face is a story
Of the life and its ways that shaped it.
This being so, I cannot help but feel ennobled
By the lines and lessons which have been passed to me.
This is the face I shall carry
From now to the end of my days.

My I tend it, and wear it, well.


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Choose to be

Written on: 4th and 5th April 2012.
by : sashi.prabhu

The beaten path seems sinewy lean but somnolently long, In my life’s journey, forgot to whiff sweet fragrance flowers beside these paths as I walked along. But I have reconciled and solemnly pledge not to ever repent, nor Cry or weep over my life’s time aimlessly spent Will strive tirelessly to work on creative pursuits, To those conniving rascals standing beside my life’s pathway care two hoots. On my gifts talents and skills focus and resolve, My heart and mind deeply involve and take myself to the next level and I profoundly evolve. Life it has begun to seem to me now very much brighter, My body, mind and heart they all feel joyous nimble and lighter. Have changed myself like the astute breeze, Harmoniously and with simplicity have begun to live my life with ease. Now, I seek inward courage to emphatically say, Looking into their mind’s eyes “please make way”. I have got stuff to do and keep life’s somber and sepulchral processes at bay, My desire now to change is ever firmer than my wish the same to stay. Now I have made up my mind to let them know the truth, I really would not bother if I shatter their “illusions” and sound terribly uncouth…………. I am not what happens to me I am what I choose to be… I am me……… M FOR ME
By: Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)


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Roll'em

One wake-up away
From the best day of your life.
Life’s just a crapshoot. 


Details | ABC | |

GENOCIDE

King of sex,
the third gender
or hermaphrodite,
half male, half female,
existing on margin,
beheads the creator
to propitiate the deity of destruction,
starts a genocide
to create a new model,
new world, sexless, moonless
sunless.

How could you remain normal
when you were being robbed of every myth,
every truth?
And you were walking under the guilty sky
unmindful of the pouncing, long legged tarentulas
to bite off your elements?
All of your tongue?
And the heat will give up the slaughtered spring
dried up in eternal shade?
Within the memory will lie the pain
of million years?


SATISH VERMA


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Carbon Monoxide (CO) Week 1: O.D.A.A.T.

Chain smoke until
I'm in care of the CO.
There's one left, still.
I smoke it really slow.
"It's the end," I anticipate
As the last inch evaporates.

I can't get
Over it;
It's over before 
I know it.
Butt, I can't quit.
I'm possessed with this 
Obsession; I'm addicted.

My lungs have oxygen,
Yet I'm suffocating inside.
I can't breathe again
Without my 'noxide.


Details | Couplet | |

Truth of Luck

"THE whole truth and nothing but the truth"


I have never failed or cheated, on any test I took.
Though I have taken best guesses upon one look,
I know I was a nerd, I read everything in every book.
Maybe that is why now reading is not part of my nook.
Poetry is the only thing I can handle by hook or crook.
I would have to read a recipe if I was going to cook.
Maybe there was one test that I almost failed, I took.
It would have been English, which I passed in a rook.
Now the only thing mostly I read is a manual book.
Except for poetry, which I read out loud, upon my first look,
Not that I am very smart, I guess luck is what I took.
Truth is, if it were not for luck, I would be a closed book.


written by
Cecil Hickman

this was my quest:
Cecilia, how about a truthful question!!!! have you ever totally flunked out on a test, or cheated on a test... I want the whole truth and nothing but the truth, in a poetic way... p.s... make your answer fun as can be... I think limericks, or couplets would do your question perfct..always..pd


Details | Acrostic | |

The Sun Rises- -The Moon Sets

These were set in motion from the beginning of time.
Heavens abound in each of their glory, power sublime.
Every excursion that they set upon revolves in rhyme.

Solar orb that secures life upon this planet we dwell.
Universally seen around our globe, for all to tell,
Never tiring it revolves, captured within its cell.

Rising up from its core, flares of powerful streams.
I respect what has risen from the sunny beams.
Sharing the glory that it has upon everyone, it seems.
Evident by the life that it supports even in dreams,
Solar star of daylight hours continue as nature deems.

Till nightfall approaches while another completes the set.
Helping to guide travelers for centuries the positions to get,
Evening ignites different phases upon this satellites debt.

Monthly revolutions of this celestial body sway the hours.
Orbital bliss has spoken richly along with romantic flowers.
Opening souls in sensuality and fulfilling romantic powers.
New moon to which many have fell into its magical showers.

Splendor of the night as it falls to set upon the new dawns light.
Exemplary versions follow a pattern, which marvels natural sight.
Take notice of what you may be missing each upcoming night.
Said, I’ve heard, old sailors delight, shining, enchantingly bright.


Details | Senryu | |

I'm Cleaning Up My Act

<                                        amidst thy shell's core

                                          healing of ones soul begins

                                         with .........  wholesome cleansing 

                                         

                                         

                                           

                                          
 
                                


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Thinking Myself Unborn

Thinking myself unborn
                       I can’t help
Wondering what the
                       State of non-being
Must be like
                       If opposites attract
And that’s a
                       Naturally occurring fact
Then perhaps it
                       Stands to reason
Darkness is out
                       Of season when
Light comes pouring
                       In like sweet
Summer shower rains
                       But not if
Existence doesn’t matter
                       And all is
Nothing more important
                       Than the unborn
Dreams of many 
                       Not yet shattered
Such as the 
                       Un-poetic poetry posing
Like masquerading mannequins 
                       In storefront windows
And songs unsung
                       By the old
Masters who were
                       Never allowed to
Create something new
                       Because they too
Were left unborn
                       And every breath 
They never breathed 
                       Is still waiting 
Patiently for them
                       In the airy
Skies where birds
                       Nest and fly
And the leaves
                       Bend and bow
Knowing strangely somehow
                       They’re not alone
And when fall
                       Comes calling them
Back once more
                       To the ground
Whence they came
                       They never complain
No need to
                       Explain to them
The reason for
                       Their own mortal 
Worth which is
                       Nothing less than
Their miraculous living
                       Dying and gratifying
Moment of pure
                       Unimaginably timeless un-birth. 

 


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TRIALS

Life is full of trials and pain, yet with each one strength is gained. 
Character is not built from ease, but from hard things like death and disease.
This I've learned in my life, to have peace even in strife!


Details | Blank verse | |

Hope

Some divine light
Beams upon my life

Every day the same sight:
A star beyond shallow sky,

Would I see you if I die?


Details | Epigram | |

ALL LIFE LONG

ALL LIFE LONG


All life long,
Struggling was he to fill to
Capacity with material things all
Available vessels
AND
When the time came to depart 
Nothing was there he could carry  
With him,
For
Empty had he left the vessel of his
Soul!


© Demetrios Trifiatis
      19 MAY 2013


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Shameful Morning

not sure how she got here 
only know she needs to leave

underneath the stranger 
my arm numb; asleep, 
mouth a desert.
a hundred dead cigarettes dance my tongue dry 

princess of night 
exposed by light. 
get me out of this;
another dreaded morning mess. 

bed broken
along with my will. 
I swore never again; 
the lie is half the thrill.

~JSLambert


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Colourblind

Philosophers assure us
that it’s all a state of mind,
from every thought that’s in our head
to the boil on our behind.

They say we are not truly real,
that all life is illusion,
but if there is no life or death
I can’t reach my conclusion.

So I’ll just stick to simple thoughts,
of laughter, love and bed,
for what’s the point of being Blue 
when it’s more fun seeing Red?


Details | Lyric | |

As Raindrops Fall

Walk with me my Love
Beneath the summer sun
And talk with me my Love
Until the evening's done.

Stay with me my Love
Though all my youth be fled
Stay with me my Love
Please come and share my bed.

     With you alone I chose to spend my life
     Through all its many years.
      'Tis you alone I'd have for wife
     To share its joys and tears.

Let's call a spade a spade
All cards upon the table.
Live by the rules we made
The best that we are able.

     Tomorrow's sun may bring Anything
      Or perhaps nothing at all.
      Listen close enough and angels sing
      As summer raindrops fall.

Laugh with me my Love
Stars shining on your face.
Dance with me my Love
Within the night's embrace.

     A raven sits in yon withered tree
     Shall we stop to hear him croak?
     What of him to you or me
     Tomorrow is yet smoke.

Dream with me my Love
In the fading morning's dark.
Scheme with me my Love
In time we'll make our mark.

         The bells within the chapel ring
         Read words writ on a wall.
         Snowgeese gather on the wing
         As the winter raindrops fall.


Play with me my Love
Singing in the rain.
Smile with me my Love
Begone all present pain.

Live with me my Love
Until we both grow old.
Sleep with me my Love
My shelter from the cold.

     I'm all right now what I might be
     With your love in my defense.
     We face a thousand mysteries
     This life makes little sense.

      We face what ere the future brings
       As we heed the Siren's call.
      Touch the clouds and angels sing
      As summer raindrops fall.


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White Tulips

Verses, full of the obvious.
Natural observations,
made from the inner core, of an outer mind set.

Standing strong, on a blended stem.
White petals, folded gently together.
Closed, in a semblance of peace.

A simple illusion of bursting newness,
longing to open and receive,
the warmth of the sun.

The revelations of possibility,
flow like neon bravery,
through the roots of the garden circle.

Lighting the way.
Never ceasing.
To stop, would mean the demise of faith.

Flowers, taken for granted by subconscious choice.
Fearing to bloom fully,
lest the white petals fall like tears.
Detached forever,
from the blended stem.

Take time to smell the flowers.
Maybe hold them tightly,
with an equality of understanding.

Touching each and every one,
with the comfort and love,
that is their destined role...
on this ride.


Details | Ballad | |

Carpe Diem

Uncle John Waterhouse once wrote: 
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may
That means carpe diem
But if you’re not so daring, seize the day

You can seize the day by
Sucking the marrow out of life
Because one day, we will all keel over, die
And then become nothing more

Than food for worms
We all do what we can
To enjoy the life we have
But if you do not understand

There is a phrase I want you to remember:
It is something that you should know
This is how it goes:
Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero

But again, if you’re not feeling so daring:
Seize the day, trusting as little as possible in the future


Details | Free verse | |

I Am Ghost

I think, therefore I am,
And of what I think
Becomes me out of thought,
Momentarily, memories make
More mad moments of me,
Be it reality of fantasy?
Physical or Metaphysical?
My paradox is my persona

Brain fires random impulses
From dead end to dead end,
Unless thought becomes abnormal,
There alone lies the hidden bridge,
Succumb to human limitations
Yet accept thought as immortal,
A constantly pondering organ
Ensuring unfinished business

Thus, ensuring eternal life
Through verse and voice,
lascivious pursuit of knowledge,
And expeditious conversations,
Decreasing the prudent choices,
Increasing importance of mankind,
Show my brother to know myself,
Teach I, personal and universal

Haunting descendants of yesterday
With chains formed out of intellect,
Linking type writers and computers,
segregated and integrated minds,
and radio to television, all is all,
One is all, all is one, we are all one,
Thus ancestors never die
Nor do children grow old

Pictures become mirrors,
mirrors become gateways,
and gateways become infinite,
Appearing in places of proximity
to those in need of certain lessons,
As they share the experience,
Creating the desired domino effect
amongst both old and young

Groans of disappointment echo
for those who fail to evolve
and those with no desire to do so,
Harrowing screams of spirits
who embrace the role of educators,
Wounded souls they soon become
as civilization slowly falls to failure
by ignoring text, dreams, and elders

Still, new souls are born
as the dying discover the lesson,
Becoming burdened by brilliance,
Brilliance that was never shared,
Yet the lesson must be learned
by the living loved ones,
As I listen for the first time,
Understanding noise of the night

The spirits speak slowly,
The world willingly whispers,
I am you, you are me,
We are I and I am we,
Repeating the words nightly,
Among other lessons of life,
Thinking of them, as we live,
We can say, they are us,
And for a moment, I am ghost.


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I'm Sorry

a single white rose
given to the one you want -
apoligized to


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A Superior Being

A Superior Being 

Mankind, the superior being roaming the earth, 
for he alone is capable of intellectual thought, 
it is instill in his or her essence from birth, 
for it is but what each one of us are taught. 

If only the reality of substance could be told, 
discerning our crude aggressive way, 
powering and enabling us to be so bold, 
while instilling us conquerors by light of day. 

If you upset or confuse us then you will die, 
for we kill out of bewilderment and greed, 
never understanding or even asking why, 
incapable of grasping the depth of our deeds. 

Subspecies live in harmony and peace, 
surviving in an orderly fashion beyond belief, 
the insects and animals kingdom could teach, 
our anguish and suffering could find relief. 

Superior does not mean intellectually bright, 
defined as controlling and dominance, 
we repeat our mistakes not seeing the light, 
sacrificing all in the name of prominence. 

Samuel E. Stone 

Copyright ©2008 Samuel E. Stone 


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Layers of the onion

Meaning, ever bending, never ending-ly open to changing it's mind and opinions,
by moving around words and pulling and pushing in different directions,
until everything changes, rearranges pages in history
just for the mystery to begin again
with new songs, new players and these layers and layers
of summits and new beginnings. 
Of openings back to where we came in.
New meanings are foaming and forming 
within the fatted belly of doing and screwing until done.
Come watch a new one get sprung.
A new shape to take place of the old, behold
and believe in your prayers.
They keep coming these layers and layers 
and faces of women and men.
Turn around just to begin again.


Details | I do not know? | |

Hypochristians

They say to worship to get back into church
That all I need do is fall to my knees and repent
Then all this personal pain he will prevent
To kneel and pray to “The Soveriegn God”
Well, my knees are bruised and scabbed 
Where is this God of yours I ask
Guess I’m not really a fan of his work
As I walk through this existence 
Sufferring is all I see
War in the desert neverending
Children dying so young
Little boys and girls raped by the clergy
Destruction Hate Crimes against humanity
Where is this God of yours I ask
They say Christianity is the way 
Well, bullsh!t! That’s what I say.


Details | Senryu | |

My Momma's Words

Figures do not lie
So true, though also is this
Liars can figure


Details | I do not know? | |

A 'c' change

If you should search for knowledge 
To answer the riddle of your self

All the books found on every library shelf
Might not relieve your puzzle a smidge

Because ‘h’ is the difference of self from shelf
Search within and you’ll see without eyes.

Things happen in a test tube
That we can easily observe and explain

But anywhere outside of it
It’s not quite the same

That’s because it’s out in the open
Where there’s less control and closure.

Some advise taking only two steps 
Once into and once out of water 

Supposedly while you’re watching 
Perpendicular to a flowing stream

So firstly you get your feet wet
And then you get them dry.

Or you take the opposite length
Over the adjacent length

Then every measured distance
Makes each tangent different 

But if trigonometry was used at Pisa
That’s not why the place is famous.

So if a princess was in a tower
And let’s assume she was a prisoner 

At least she should have a window
Because horizons offer a fine view

Then the next time the witch calls her
Rupunzel throws down her chair.


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My Prophecy

Drops of water smashes down 
Eyes submerged they slowly drown 
Searching for the obsolete life crown
Looking for a needle in a haystack that is renown
Where the grass is greener on the other side
Never ending souls in a river of shredded tears they cried
Now earth is a lie to hide
All virtues of common sense have died
Perfect cannot be the week have lied
Hypnosis of the youthful mind
Creating multiples of the new kind
Fiction here is all you'll find
Walk the path and your footsteps refuse to rewind
So leave yourself behind
Everyone who is a duplicate queue
To know who you are doesn't take two
Walk the river of reflection inside find something new
Feel the comfort in the steps of finding you
Because everything's unexpected not stuck like glue
Worthless words they have spoken both fake and untrue
History can repeat and our clocks will combine
So with nothing can you walk the line
When the past and present come together
The earth is nature all cities banished forever


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Alien

When the earth crumbles Into something foreign and Suffocates me—dead Like a spider in the water, I realise what has been bothering me all along: It is my own mortality A distant song A bad fatality A cool, unopened telephone A modern dial What’s the use in trying To make life what it will never be A pleasure is not what life is about Because around you people are dying And there’s no time for crying So what is there to do When the earth crumbles Into something foreign and Suffocates me so that I’m foreign, too And everyone around me is foreign—dead —Alive—wishing to be dead—wishing to be alive- Wanting to give What we don’t have to give, Like a man inclined to drink himself to death On an evening like every other evening On a night like every other night - I take the shining bullet That my father left behind Because what use is there to live In an alien world where everyone is alien to everyone And wishing to break free, not to be alien Not to be sinners but to regain redemption We’re all so sorry for what we have done When the earth crumbles Into something foreign And suffocates me again so that I am dead And the bullet that has often shined doesn’t seem to shine so much any more, I will escape all that is alien by shooting myself in the brain And hope that death is not alien When I have always suspected that death is the same


Details | Free verse | |

I Wonder

Sometimes I wonder,
What ripped us asunder
I wonder...why friends fade away,
I wonder...why death is our destiny,
And as we experience our final day,
I wonder what will become of you and me

I wonder, with eyes dilated,
Why this day was to be so fated...
When all I saw was you walking away
Or your soul released from here...
I see the suffering of Rene'

Our lives are short,
I wonder what ought
To have been,
Is there some reasoning
For the the ultimate sadness
Towards which we spin?

I wonder if we'll ever understand
What it's all about
I wonder, and wonder,
What was God's plan grand?

I could have redone this life
And accomplished so much more
But now it's too late,
For death approaches my door.


Details | Ballade | |

Faith's Shield

How can a person be their very best  
If test are never laid along the way
Yes let each one seek answers to their quest;
Now please don't rest too long or go astray.
Watch out for those in life who would betray,
With snares that are so very well concealed!
They'll try to make you soon become their prey-
That's when you'll learn  techniques use faith's shield!

Now there's a thing in life I do detest; 
It is a lie that keeps the truth at bay.
They'll ever be to me unwelcome guest's
Because they soon can turn bright skies to grey.
The things we do to each in time portrays,
A picture which will show just what we wield.
In troubled times there's fears each must allay;
That's when you'll learn techniques to use faith's shield!

Be sure the things that you may do in jest
Will not be getting others in  a fray.
Now should you need some things  off of your chest,
Please have it done before the end of day.
As it  shall build if it becomes repressed,
For in the end it still becomes revealed.
When problems try to make your life decay-
That's when you'll learn techniques  to use faith's shield.

The evil prince will come to cause unrest.
But as you use the shield of faith he'll yield.
Sometimes you'll feel the night will always stay;
That's when you learn techniques to use faith's shield!


Details | Sonnet | |

Sonnet to Thoughtful Women

I did not wish to leave your warm embrace --
   I did not wish for our sweet love to end --
And though your chauvinism's a disgrace,
   I cannot help but see you as a friend.
Perhaps someday a sweeter girl you'll find,
   Who'll do just as you wish for her to do --
A girl who doesn't have a thoughtful mind,
   So she can focus all she is on you.
She'll nod her head, and brainlessly agree
   With anything you say, to make you smile --
She'll cook your meals and serve you honeyed tea,
   And never stop her chatter all the while;
So when your brain cells rot from lack of use,
   You've only you to blame, and no excuse.


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To Believe or Not To Believe: The Power of Unbelief

your belief system is the major indication
of what you can accomplish with positive validation
if you can see it, you can achieve
if you can perceive it, you can believe it

underachievers are always underestimating themselves
non-achievers are always looking for a handout and the most help
average achievers do only what is usually just required
but overachievers strive to realize their heart's desire

in The Bible Mark 6:5-6 are two of the saddest scriptures to me
it tells of the time when Jesus went to His birth place
to spread His Father's ministry
it is somewhat troubling to me when He could find there no relief
because the Nazarenes were in a mind set of utter unbelief
even though He had worked many miracles
in most every town he had ventured to
the citizens of Nazareth were unwilling to give Him His proper due
a showdown in Nazareth, Jesus trying to evangelize God's word
but they saw Him only as the carpenter's son attempting to do the absurd

the power of God can only manifest in an arena of positivity
it can not gown nor gravitate in an atmosphere of negativity
Jesus was rendered powerless, the passion in Him had subsided
because the unbelieving Nazarenes remained unyielding 
and completely one-sided

there is a significant amount of unbelief
in many church congregations
where some are just sayers of the Word
and don't believe in the power of the consecration
it takes one drop of negativity
to yield a whole crop of unbelieveability
understand that the Living God can't work in anyone's life
if they are in a state of mind clouded by negativity and strife
there is nothing that can't be accomplished if you know this in your heart
that God can work miracles just believe in His powers from the start
for God can move mountains, He can make a river divide
His powers are omnipotent, just keep a positive attitude in mind

don't undermine God's purpose for you life, allow Him some control
don't underestimate what He can do for you, if you surrender to Him your soul
always look for the victory, don't settle for defeat or loss
use the power of your belief, the power of the blood, the crown and the cross

if you believe God can open doors
what more could you ask for
just believe with God that you can do it
just trust in Him and let Him prove it
just believe in the power that is Jesus Christ
and imagine what you can accomplish
if you just let Him work in your life






Details | Free verse | |

Words on The Wall

It’s like you stuck in a cell When you want to be heard But there’s no medium to express yourself The wall is the only thing that you got You put your heart on it And make it salty when tears from your eyes drop You engrave heroics on it And when you trip, you scribble failure on it When life smiles you make a mark on it Your past can’t be erased, so try and embrace it. And if it’s bad, it should never show up again Maybe when someone finds this dusty wall The words on the wall can feed them Maybe they can relate. Maybe they can smile where you smiled And feel the scribbles of the pain that you felt Maybe these words can teach them a truth They could be soothing enough to heal more than an aching tooth These words on the wall are what the world sees And since words form pictures, hopefully your life is a beautiful piece You don’t need to be rich to have a masterpiece You need courage to realise what’s wrong and change it You need faith to believe and see the beauty inside Through our lives we can help cause change today You just have to show them the words on the wall.


Details | Free verse | |

not all is lost

Not all is lost.
In rotting wood,
where salamanders
hibernate, 
creatures plunder 
fallen treasures. 
Under the garden chair, 
a pair 
of summer shoes lie - 
abandoned? 
Not all roses die 
when summer goes.
Somewhere a rose
is blooming still, 
waiting to be found.


Details | Free verse | |

Freedom

If I had a choice, to be anyone in life
I would choose this life that I have,
because this life of mine
has given me the ability to choose!

© Harry J Horsman 2012   


Details | Rhyme | |

That Place

Have you ever longed to go
to the place, “oh, I don’t know”
where never is already over
and the things missing, you discover
were done yesterday.
Where contempt is color blind
and shades and gray, oh my,
are better left behind intangible myriads 
of wasted day-----the why of which
eludes me!!!.  While the illusions
of truth, weigh heavy in cognizant
apparitions alluding to the 
piercing light of righteousness
from the source, always just out of sight.
Yet in plain view of the few who 
need him to be there and ready
to pick them up from the pits, of
“oh, I don’t know”- but  I know they
are there waiting.  Get a life? 
No, we had a life and blew it.
Give the baby a chance.  He won’t
fight it.  Give the squirrel and the tree
a chance, they will delight in it.  
Give the day and the light a chance.
The grey evening won’t miss 
being as dead as we are.
Give life a chance.
and love, and peace. 
yes, and love. 

Jan 8 2013      


Details | Rhyme | |

Psyche and Flesh: A Discourse

Psyche watched from behind blue eyes 
as Flesh stared at the mirror, 
the look upon the face was grim, 
the heart was filled with fear. 

(Psyche) 
Please tell me what is wrong my friend 
and why that bitter smile, 
let's see if we can cheer you up, 
converse with me awhile. 

(Flesh) 
Oh Psyche dear, what can I say, 
I'm not the man I was. 
My life is catching up with me, 
you know the way it does. 

My hair is gray as you can see, 
my teeth are falling out, 
it's getting harder every day 
for me to move about. 

My eyes are growing dimmer, 
I fear I have no hope. 
The earth is calling me to rest, 
I'm not sure if I can cope. 

(Psyche) 
I know your woes are many 
from the cradle to the grave, 
you've put your faith in science 
your body for to save. 

(Flesh) 
Psyche dear, my sophic friend, 
on you I can rely, 
please impart to me some speech 
to save me lest I die. 

(Psyche) 
What can I say, companion dear, 
that will stem the rising tide, 
I've always thought of you a friend 
and to you I've never lied. 

You're at the point where life's downhill, 
the ride will be quite fast, 
but I'll be with you till the end 
when they come for you at last. 

On that day I'll mourn for you 
and I will feel much sorrow. 
You'll return to mother earth 
but I will live to see tomorrow. 

'Tis for me that you were born 
to carry me on my way, 
you are for me a vehicle, 
one moulded from the clay. 

I will not say that life is fair, 
it is ordained of God, 
yes, I shall see the glory, 
but you shall press the sod. 

Let's end this talk my fretful friend 
and chase away these blues. 
Look, the sun is shining bright, 
the day breaks fresh and new. 

We both know that the day will come, 
I'll hold your hand till then, 
so do not fear, but persevere, 
my very special friend.


Details | Light Poetry | |

I thought


Simple promises that I have made...I really did mean it, yet they were never sustained.
Never think more of myself than I am, somehow my unconscious vanity has betrayed me once again?
Never put someone down unless it serves some greater good, somehow my mouth never got the memo?
Never take more out of this life than you need to sustain you in your daily life, somehow my greed has over taking my virtue and I find myself buying stuff I don't really need?
Never miss a day to thank God for all that he has given me...yet I sometimes put food in my mouth and never give it God's blessings.
Never mind...my good intentions or my moral convictions, damn my heart means well but somehow I lack in my commitment. I thought a desire to do what you say was all I would need to have...but the truth be told, everything you want in this life requires much time and dedication.


Details | Haiku | |

' Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)

Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)

           Understanding A
       Metaphysical Moment …
       … Nature’s Mysteries



                 This Haiku is for:
       The Haiku Master ‘Raul’ Moreno
Metaphysical Poet Extraordinaire’ (smile))

                        MoonBee


Details | Rhyme | |

pride

there across the wind
rides my silly pride

at times a sturdy arrow
at times a butterfly

how often i chose to follow
the path of the sturdy arrow
its landing was hard to find

however, when i chose to try
the path of the butterfly
never, was i too far behind


Details | Free verse | |

L. I. F. E. (Living In Fear Everywhere)

L iving 
I n
F ear
E verywhere

Just as we live and just as we die 
We laugh, kill and crucify
We are no more our brothers than we are ourselves 
We are the players 
With the tools and talent of the efficient demise 
Of war, famine and greed 
We do rise
 
Of the ever constant ricochet of freedom in our ears
As we wrap our fallen dead in a shroud of rights, laws and bills 
And continue to improve the technology, the precision 
The assurance of absolute destruction 

Buying death is easy
Dealing is easier 
Survival 
The career choice of many 
A thriving business with prestige and power 
Taking, wanting, hungry for the rush 
So young, so fragile 
Blood is running in the streets 
A seemingly endless fountain of misguided youth 
Falling, one after the other 
So far from the truth 

S  hocked 
A  ngry
D  epressed 

What good has ever come from a gun ?
Why kill ?
Why are we arming our children ?
Our future ?
Are you blind to the fact ?
Do you not hear the sound ?
Do you not see ? 
Do you not care ?
We are killing ourselves 
Stealing each others dreams 
Each others families 
Why pro-create ?
To produce, raise, and nurture more disposable targets ?
Is there another use for guns ? 
1 + 1 = 0
One bullet + one individual = one less reason to care 
We are waging war upon our brothers for money, love and survival 

G  ive 
U  s
N  o
S  anity

All to easy....................
Living In Fear Everywhere 


Eric (and sometimes not)


Details | Rhyme | |

The maze of life

The maze of life



Rocked by the waves of emotions and reality,
I follow the rhythm far from conformity.
The cry of my soul overwhelmed by sorrow,
Praying for the hope of a better tomorrow.

The journey of life and its sharp end corners,
So often ignored are the foresight warners.
Who, with the wisdom gracefully acquired,
Guide the ones that the One inspired.

Some paths are wide…. some are narrow,
In some…  are set up traps in a row.
Resembling a maze fit with diversity,
Crossing paths with beings indulged in adversity.

The meaning of love is a foreign dream,
The test of kindness has drowned in a stream.
As for the humble notion of genuine care? 
Its essence foolishly outstripped … bare.


Details | Narrative | |

Don' Wanna Bee ‘Roun Ewe Noh Moh

Don’ wanna bee roun ewe noh moh.
Don’ wanna see da trajuhdee dats heded,
At yah doh.
Ewe wuz vary ahful tah mi,
God’s chile. Eye didden doyah nuttin.
’
Yah ‘sposed,  tah bee ah liter rite?
Butt ya playin’ roun  wit da won,
Whooz comin’ bak leyek ah,
Theef en dah nite.

Win yah ain’t treet mi rite,
Yah naglect’d dah powah uv God.
Cuz onlee wit Him ah wuz,
Ovalookin’ wat ewe wuz doin’,
Ta mi fah da harvest ,
Of God’s chirren bein’ edumacated,
Mi yah outrite hated.

Butt dats awrite God-n-eye,
Gon’ win dis feyght.
Ah wheel hav’ victuree cuz ah,
Choze ta spread luv butt ewe,
Choze ta spread mizuhree.

Don’ wanna bee roun ewe noh moh.
Don’ wanna see da trajuhdee dats heded,
At yah doh.
Ewe ramyned mi uv ol’Pharoah,
Hoo woodn’t lett God’s pipahs goh.
Ah didden wanna fase yah awl dose
Otha daze.

Butt God help’d mi leyek God help’d,
Moses speek up tah ol’Pharoah.
God tole Moses tah lett mah pipahs goh.
God telling mi ta tale yah phake  Pharoah
Tah lett mi chirren’s goh.

Ah noh ah hatta bee roun ewe sum moh.
Butt itell bee worfwile, 
Cuz God wantz freedom,
Fah ebbery chile.
Yah hut mi fah alil wile,
Butt we’ll bee at da prahmased lan’,
An out uv yah Egypt.
Cuz fah awl uv uz ta prospa,
Iz God’s plan.

Ansoon we won’ be roun ewe no moh.
Wheel nat laugh leyek yah didaht mi.
Win trajudee nocks aht yah doh.
Wheel helpyah cuz God, 
Wantz uz awl tah bee free.
Frum dah phake phone’ powah,
Uv da enumee.


wrote 6-27-10


Details | ABC | |

Epicurus Apiculus (Conversation with Aristippus)

You must follow 
Follow whom?
One who knows!
Knows what?
The chief end of life! 
Where does it lie?
In the now!
In what does it lie? 
In pleasure! 
That, may be a lie?


Details | I do not know? | |

Whispers

I once heard a saying,
that the happiest people are the saddest
Shining because they’ve seen the darkest
Like the lotus that grows out of mud
Or the rotting stump that bears a bud..

You never know what troubles the mind
So be careful with words unkind
The glowing person just beside you
Could be a crumbling ruin behind the hairdo
 Most people struggle everyday
Souls burdened with decay..

I guess it takes a lot of courage
To act normal with that damage
Hard to believe that under the surface
Lives a soul with no purpose
A cry for help won’t be any crisper
Listen to the their inner whisper..


Details | Epigram | |

To Gaze Upon A Flower

A flower is a flower,
It cares not the hour;
And man is just a man,
He knows an hour's span.
Unlike the tranquil flower
That graces garden's bower;
He doth never savour 
All an hour's flavour.


Details | I do not know? | |

Guignol

The musty lights corrupt the stage
Twisting the form of the heavy curtains
Framed by the stolen shadows of cherubs
A delicate music box whispers into the guilded room
A faint perfume of smoldering limes bitter the air
This night could be Prague, Vienna...
Then I conquer the stage, arise and fulfill the lights
Only to again to have my dignity murdered infront of me
Adressing a hollow room
The only half-sound, glowering laughter in my mind
The meadow of poppy-red seats stare through the dark
The lights sharpen from their soft glow
And regroup as piercing arrows
Stripping me down
Back to my soul
I questioned why the others left 
	(and they question why I stay)
Neither are sure if it's through choice, or truth
Living in this dead theatre


Details | I do not know? | |

This is a place to live

the lake sits glassy and smooth
	songbirds of noon
have long since retired
in their place sound shrill chirp
        squawk and croon

faded peach and blue,
diffuse light yet left,
spread their peaceful, off-tint hues
while mortal reds lighten and bloom;
this is a place to die.

unlike the bleach bright White
of a temporary cot and room:
this is a place to be consumed 
by patchwork green,
and the ponderous weight of night

to relax the coil and tangles
of the knotted life I choose;
this is a place to die
		drowse enchanted
lose my sturdy suit and tie.

I will trade for the industrial tomb
these womblike evergreens
to play nursemaid and tray-in
the last cups of clean dusk air
quietly.


Details | Free verse | |

dark thoughts

darkened moon
filthy room

five fast bullets
locked and loaded

perilous inches
from my head

fate is held
by my true loves' hand


Details | Lyric | |

Fractalscope

Duality spreading through the land
Above my head; beneath my hands
The greatest darkness I’ll become
Or one to show you the brightest sun

Open my eyes unto this world
Forget the silence I had heard
Lingering on into this earth
A sense of evil without worth

Open my eye as I recall
Imagination as I fall
The pain of knowing what I was
A monster blinded by their cause

A pleasurable passion to restart
The thought of choices in my heart
Not what to follow - to agree
Instead remembering humanity

Create a universe from sand
Building foundations without my hands
Turning the darkness into light
With a simple understanding of the night

The paradoxes I can find
Knowing we’re not free will free our minds
In seeing shadows we feel the sun
Closing our eyes reveals freedom


Details | Narrative | |

The Poetry of Hope

Every once in a while I lose myself
But I’m glad the dreams are coming back
I feel the thrill filling me
I feel my heartbeat rising
I see redemption rising in the days ahead
I still realise once again that I’ve earned another chance to begin anew
Still glad that it’s early in life
...and I can apply the lessons I’ve learnt before I’m twenty five

Phew! Boy, my heart’s beating fast
I shall no longer look at my past
For the past is just that
...opportunities gone with the wind, never to come back
I look towards the days ahead
I spend today to dream of the future I intend
For I know now tomorrow is bound to come
Today was but a dream ten years back
Had I realised then how soon today would come
I’d already be rich riding on the wings of independence
I pledge never to make that mistake again

Today I shall live like I plan
...and not like my neighbour Mr. Wright
For I know not how much he earns to spend the way he does
Today I shall not live like the society around me
For I don’t know whether they think ahead 
...of the days that are bound to be raining with storms of emergency
I pledge to live as befits me
I plan to live today in a way that enables me to save
For now I know I was right ten years ago
But I hadn’t the courage to follow a route of my own
Now I’m determined ten years to come...
I’ll be riding on the unicorn of delight

I pay no care for what those here and there may air
I wanna be happy today in my moderate ways
Knowing all too well I’m headed where
There, in the future where my heavy dreams will float in the air
I’m no hater so for the rest of the players here
I wish all the goodwill and good wishes my subconscious can air


Details | ABC | |

WILL YOU MARRY ME ?

Sky weeps, I was collecting clouds
from stillness of the sea.
A snake again wants to kiss,
I am learning to die
in arms of spiral mirrors.

Cannot forgot the cheating of umbrellas.
The stings, the twists, the hollow breads.
Foams are submitting the  venoms
on golden plates.
I grieve for the dignity of a hangman.

The retreat leaves the blood
on the stones. My house was burning.
Will you marry me ? I ask the dew
sitting on the grass. Don’t go
back to the sun.

A relentless bucket fills up, again
I am  watching at  the moon.
The icy sand, the fire, the heat.
Flowers will hunt the thorns
at rooftops of sleep.

SATISH VERMA


Details | Quatrain | |

THE SEASONS OF MY LIFE

                                  THE SEASONS OF MY LIFE

In the Spring time I was blossoming,
The world was bright and new.
I learned to laugh annd cry and fight,
For what I knew was true.

That there`s a time to have your fun,
And there`s a time for work,
A time when we must learn to earn,
And value all life`s perks.

In Summer time I learned of life,
Of people and the world.
I learned that life`s a mixture,
Of experience, a whirl,

That sometimes life moves way too fast,
It should be sipped and savored,
Or else it plays out way too soon,
And loses all it`s flavor.

In Fall I learned acceptance,
That what must be will be.
It does no good to fuss and fret,
`Bout what was denied me;

For some it seems are richly blessed,
While others get the crumbs,
Who gets what is up to God,
From Whom all good things come.

Now Winter fast approaches,
And what`s important now,
Is what memories I`ll leave behind,
Who remembers me, --- and how.

                                                   Judy Ball


For At This Age Contest by Nette Onclaud


Details | I do not know? | |

Alone I Stand

In frozen ivory towers and burning dungeons
The inescapable truth is that in the darkness
Even your shadow leaves you
Stare at the abyss and the void fills you
Your mind trapped as you hide your black-hole heart
Shadows lurking out of sight
Manifestations surround you
the journey of the hopeless soul
Is it a lesson that must be endured
To make the heart steady
So that when you reach the end
You truly appreciate how bad it could have been
And what you’re capable of
So that you know that you all need
Is your beating heart and nothing else
Just you
Believing in a dream..
Something that
The darkness
Can’t touch.


Details | Rhyme | |

Young Eyes

I once knew your point of view.
Innocent and fresh.
Sweet as the mourning dew.

Time teaches lessons sometimes harder than they should be.
Sad as the old lonley man.
Who watches the young lovers so very foolish and free.

Like the seasons of spring and summer.
Along with foolish lies.
I wish you could stay eternal sweet young eyes.

Never to feel the pain or know the cold.
To experience the bitterness of time.
Or the emptyness of growing old.

But with days slowly passing even the 
greatest passion dies.
I wish you never to know the truth.
And remain forever my sweet young eyes.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Midwife

The mind is the midwife that delivers
each thought of man when bidden.
The man who says he's nothing to hide
is the man with it previously hidden?

The greater hurt lies in what we know
Than in things perhaps we don't.
While Jesus sees and knows all things
To spin a yarn to others he won't.

So thoughts the midwife births today
May be decent or perchance verboten.
But either way you can rest assured
They sprout legs or soon forgotten.


Details | Cinquain | |

Jesus Savior (Cinquain)

Jesus
Precious Savior
Forgiving mankind sins
Transcending man’s earthly bounds
Savior



© Joseph, 8/19/07
© All Rights Reserved


Details | Free verse | |

The Transient

I rise when time beckons,
plying along my destined course
as time doth ever blow by
to me the clock calls,
saying "On! On!! never stop"

My route I ply with time,
meeting faces along my tracks
smiling ones, grumpy ones too.
Some I touch, some I don't,
but every step draws me home.

The days, they pass me by,
even the flashing scenery too.
I laugh, I smile, I play,
I cry, I frown, I work,
sailing by on time swift wings.

But when time signals red,
who'd say otherwise?
Then know I 'tis my journey's end,
and reports would I give
at Zion's holy gates!


Details | Rhyme | |

Dreams

Imagine that you had something,
Imagine that you had.
Not knowing it would come to be,
But then you might be glad.

Yet now you think what it would do,
Yet now you wouldn't know.
Until you do you never know,
Of how you'd need to grow.

But when a dream does come by,
But when a dream might be.
You need to see what might be true,
And find reality.


Details | Free verse | |

World

Close your eyes to see the world . .  and open your heart to feel it.


Details | Senryu | |

Unshackled Souls

Uplifting the soul
Pay tribute to saving lives
Not shackling those in need



Details | Free verse | |

Jesus in a Hat

I can only seem to watch over the world,
as it sleeps.

With my eyes closed tightly and a motion of minds' breath,
I can see brief glimpses of where I need to be,
to find my rest.

It's so beautifully odd....
like seeing Jesus in a hat.

I've taken many a circle walk, at night.

I've stopped and kissed Lestat,
while stealing lilacs in the comfort of the dark.

I suck on the candied faith,
that somehow grows from the pores of the peaceful.

I do all this, while sitting on the curb.

Standing, may cause my balance to drip,
but I will learn to dance,
inside the timesteps.


Details | Lyric | |

Mockingbird Still Sings

Children sexually abused
Hiding secrets none accused 
Mockingbird still sings

False Charities stealing money
Laughing while nothing’s funny
Mockingbird still sings

Corporations shredding evidence
Seas of hypocrisy and decadence
Mockingbird still sings

Cheating partners losing trust
Teens pregnant from a night of lust
Mockingbird still sings

Rape victims ashamed to speak
Lives destroyed remaining meek 
Mockingbird still sings

Middle East raging in war
All for pride nothing more
Mockingbird still sings

Delicate babies addicts born
Crack whore moms selling porn
Mockingbird still sings

Gang bangers need attention
Killing for an honorable mention 
Mockingbird still sings

Fools and vengeance shall expire
For winds of change to transpire
While mockingbird still sings


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Why Vote?

why are our tax dollars being spent on crippled
and paralyzed drug hoods?
why are we supporting teenage girl having babies 
and not trying to do any good?
how Is It possible for foreigners 
to get supplemental security income?
and where Is all the money supposedly coming from?

yet, when we the American citizens 
who have worked and struggled all our lives 
attempt to get any assistance from the government 
we only get a lot of bull and some jive
what in the world could the politicians 
have been thinking about?
when we have families right here in America
having to do without
Is It political policy 
over social responsibility?

the American Government aspires
to be the world's police force
by deploying our young men and women into war zones
without any recourse
but who Is to blame for making all these
life altering decisions?
It's not those who don't vote
for they have no voice nor position

now Is the time for all Americans
to step up to the plate
make your voice and choice be known
before It's too late
we need to stop this madness 
and unnecessary spending
call the politicians on to the carpet
and bring about some ending
Is It political corruption 
versus social reconstruction?

so just get out and vote
and make your choice be known
put who you want in positions of power
with ideals like your own
It's time to take a stance 
and get back our power
be more socially and politically conscious
at the voting hour
 





Details | Rhyme | |

Holocaust

In midst of night,
When I was deep in slumber,
The memory rattled,
Eyes sunk with fear,
Saw the houses crumble,
The trees tremble,
The thunder storm made me nimble,
The ocean in fumble,
Tried to reach me and hug me in grumble.

I went slowly to the balcony,
Tried to reach out to see this mesmerized agony,
The agony was far from imagination,
It’s a terrifying situation,
God is slowly destroying its creation.

The waves shook the landscape,
The geography is jeopardized,
The houses drowned,
And with it are the people,
Cries of the birds,
Made the atmosphere filled with shrill,
The painful and subdued voice of the animals,
Made it sure of their fatal deaths.

The water is beneath,
Thunderstorm is above it,
No place for shelter,
The houses gradually decreased,
With water slowly increased,

I saw human beings floating in it,
I knew some of them, were also in it,
Saw the animals gradually going deep in it,
Trees are getting shaved,
Houses are getting razed,
The plateau near my house is gone beneath.

The things happened so quickly,
And it was so horrifying,
that I forgot my own situation,
Now I am in pain and sorrow,
for what I have seen slowly,
Happening beneath my eyes.

With this grief and agony in my heart,
I turned back to get inside the house,
But I was knee deep in water,
And the water is rising faster,
I am late in making my action,
Now my life and my existence is in jeopardy,
And with the flashes of the scenes running back and forth,
Made me cripple,
I wasn’t able to run,
I gradually gave up to the faith, 

But when I saw the death creeping near to me,
A terrible fear ran through me,
My face became pale,
And the blood started drying up,
I started weeping and prayed to spare me,
But a dark shadow engulfed me,
And a terrible wave galloped me.

I was desperately moaning,
Then suddenly my eyes opened,
My bed was completely dripping from the sweat,
For few minutes I couldn’t make out what’s going on,
But then I realized that it was a dreadful dream.
I closed my eyes and prayed to God,
Thanked him that it was a dream.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Boot-Legged Mama '

Mama and Daddy was always Love-Dovey
She is His Sweetheart – He is Her Honey
First Love… Real Love  -  Forever True
Pa… I Pray to find A Man Like You…

Daddy Laughed and Put His Arm Round My Shoulder
And Said, “I’ll Tell You Somethin’, Now You’re Older
It’s got to do with Your Mother’s Fame
And Why I gave Her, The Nickname…

               … Boot-Legged Mama

                  Boot-Legged Mama
Blue-jean Shorts and Vintage Tony Lama
Walked thru the Door… of A Liquor Store
… Packaged so Pretty… Pa Just had to Pour

               … Boot-Legged Mama

Ma… Was there, to get 6-packs for A Party…
Pa… Was there, ‘cause of a Taste for Bacardi
He took One Look and Knew He Couldn’t Waste Her
Pa… Gave-up ‘Drank’… Just so He Could Chase her !

Dad, Said, ‘He’d Drowned in Dark-Eyes and Sweet-Aroma
Fine-Wine, Crystal… But Tuff’ Nuff’ to Down-Drama
Pa Claims, Mama’s Labeled by the F.D.A.
And Listed on Her Driver’s License is,  A.K.A.  …

               … Boot-Legged Mama

                  Boot-Legged Mama
 Genuine Woman, Who Made Him Wanna’
Take Her to be His Lawful Moonshine
… Married at Midnight – ‘cross The County-Line

               … Boot-Legged Mama

Alcohol’s in Trauma;  and Prohibition Told Her:
"Boot-Legged Mama… Done Drove Pa Sober !"
Now, Homemade-Hooch… is His Acquired Taste
180 Proof… Kicked All Over His Case !

Right Then, Mama Flowed into The Room
Pa, Teased and Said, “Still Full-Bodied and Perfumed !
Ma Hugged Us, then Handed Me – Old Boots and A Dress…
    (and good advice)… “Go Git’ My Elliot Ness…

               … and be a Boot-Legged Mama!

( Hey !... Did I Hear Somebody, In A Country Drawl ….
          Order Up A Bottle of Kicking Alcohol !
         Well, Here She Is… Y'all ! ...
                  Boot-Legged Mama ….

Well John (Moses) Freeman... You Said You Needed
Somethin' :)  to Read tonight, before kicking up your
heels...  Well, Here It Is (Have Fun - Son)

MoonBee 

 (Thank You For All Your Wonderful Comments
Now, I Can't Get Thru The Door for My Ego.. (Smile)


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Earthly Colors

Terra cotta, craggy rocks
Scattered boulders, building blocks
In shades of sienna, ochre, buff
To form this high and hilly bluff
With sunlit ledges thin and wide
Place for hyraxes to sun and hide

Cerulean, azure, clearest blue
The cloudless sky that does imbue
Aquamarine lake, with cobalt tints
To gently ripple with sparkling hints
Of gleaming, flashy, silvery scales
With speckled bodies and stripy tails

Chartreuse, dappled, shades of green
Of forest, jade and so serene
Leafy, verdant canopy high
With soft and breezy, gently sigh
While down below in shades of lime
Fragrant flowers so sublime

Scented blossoms in fuchsia flush
And ripening berries in magenta blush
And poppies scarlet, crimson reds
Among saffron yellow daisy heads
With tangerine buds on sage green stems
And luminous violets these little gems

While in the distance, misty rose
Of lavender mountains in repose
Against a background, lilac-puce
And threadlike clouds not yet profuse
Blending into salmon pink
As the sun begins to sink

Plain glass inside the window frame
Now stained with colors of fiery flame
The last rays of sunlight on the glass
In incandescent reflecting rays of brass
And the ethereal golden radiance of day
Passing into evening’s own bouquet


Details | ABC | |

OF A VIRGIN GOD

Partly clad
full moon
was taking a bath on hills.
Trees were waiting
for the curtains to rise.

Scented stars would make
giant scars on the clouds,
I would make peace with the sky.
Lids of human greed were laden
with golden dust, I was hoisting the skull.

Of a virgin god who did not
want to live for the blotched up creation.
The decline was obvious. Truth 
had refused to climb
on the sky-blue, salted peaks of springs.

Body had arrived,
mourners quietly wailing.
Gouged eyes could not decipher
the script on the halved pyramid.
Sun was sucking the clay.


 
SATISH VERMA


Details | Rhyme | |

Heroes Soon Forgotten

Disease beneath the skin, iron will can never win.
Death in the air, sorrow and misery the killing pair.
What's no longer in the mind, has left for no one to find.
The eery chill, just waiting for the kill.
Demons never cease, death will never release.
The cold dead fingers, kills sorrows singers.
The dead in the earth, doomed from birth.
Lightning streaks the sky, as angels begin to cry.
The mighty hell fire, will never tire.
The infected precense, causes all to wince.
Throughout seasons, death has no reasons.
Hours are days, as the darkness forever stays.
Knife carves through bone, as the end is shown.
Before the damned awake, this world will break.
No repents for the sinner, in this game there is no winner.
When will we see the light, for all sicken of this endless fight.
The heroes will soon be forgotten, for now the loving hearts are rotten.
In those crying eyes, the darkness continues to rise.
Death plays the tune, beckoning the wicked soon.
Will this never end, for all have not sinned.
Remembering the dead, as all watched as demons fed.
Can any make it through, as hearts break in two?
All that remains, is the haunting scars and pains.
Trembling before shadows lord, deafening as the reaper has roared.
The blade falls, without the slightest pause.
Who can rise above, and make true what we've dreamt of?
Who can we trust, to fight through greed and lust?
Shattered dreams, tore through the seams.
We fight this master, as our lives drain faster.
Death comes to all, as they hear the voiceless call.
Getting closer to the gates, who now controls our fates?
Laughter burning through our ears, consuming all fears.
Finally there is freedom, finally the light has come.


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FOR THE SONS OF MEN

Segun my child! My son!
Soon, the cock will crow at dawn
And the east will showcase the sun
Soon, you will leave my home, 
To found your own
With words of wisdom, you won’t be alone.
Like a mini-skirt, advice is too short
But it covers the body’s vital lot.

Hear me.
Your brother is not your friend,
He is another you, but independent
So your love for one another, allow no dent
For the sons of men…
Every journey far destination brings
Nature presents a transport means
The snow has the snow dogs
The desert has the camels
The long distant road has the horse

Even technology came to aid us
For the road, we have the cars
For the seas and ocean, the ship
For the rail, the train
The sky has the airplane
All, to lead us through our destiny lane

That is it with man’s life and the battle in it
For whatever fate comes to us, so be it
As the future hungers like a wild beast
Likewise on it, your eyes be firmly fixed
Take a deep breath my child, and learn this
Every master was once an apprentice
Be it the prophets or the dentists

Fate is most times very unfair
Be not defeated by the things you saw
For life is more like war
And all is fair in love and war.
But whatever life’s battle you face
Nature will surely with remedy surface.

When you fall or fail
Don’t ceaselessly wail
Inhale…count to ten, and then exhale
Turn stumbling block to stepping stone,
So the builders reject, will be chief cornerstone

Two Demi-gods are on man’s destiny entrance
Their names, Consistency and Perseverance
Segun, to them, you must bow
No matter what, no matter how
On their feet, bring your head down

I know my son, I know,
That adventure is the blood of the youths
But by rushing the moment, the petals are bruised
So, calmly assimilate my child, calm study
For so, Apostle Paul admonished Timothy
Never be the first to hate
But to forgive, be the first and be in haste

My son, all humans can’t love you
If they all do, then they want to kill you
Likewise, all humans can’t hate you
If they all do, then they want the best for you
What people suffer to get, yet you so easily get
That you must never despise
For it is your miracle in disguise

For the sons of men,
Me, myself and I comes first
Don’t follow that context
If you find the opportunity to rule
My son, take the alternative to lead
For where rulers doom, leaders bloom

When fortune knocks on your door,
Be quick to offer him a sit
Use your wisdom and condor
To keep him and give him no exit


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Taxing Benefits

I met a Sheriff the other day.
Just teasing, I happened to say.
I am stopping by to pay my taxes.
Giving you my money before axes,

He said to me, “I get none of that money“.
I looked up in surprise, and thought, how funny.
He and many others forget our taxes pay salaries.
They work for us and their duties are in galleries.

Without working people to pay taxes, they would not be.
They forget these things after office acquired you see.
They pump us up upon the Election Day’s arrival.
Reinstatement in public office is part of survival.

We the people pay for their cars, meals, homes, indeed.
Our money than dispatched into the funds that do seed,
Without the people paying taxes, their jobs would recede.
We the people elect and pay wages, so justice will proceed.

However, many law officials take rules made for all.
Bending them to fit their need, in name of the law,
I have the utmost respect for officers on patrol.
They need to be cautious, to keep crime under control.

However, to break any law, for no reason at all, indeed.
Makes justice suffer, two wrongs make a misdeed,
Their pledge, for no reason at all to break their creed,
Serve and protect, without wrongdoing, as agreed.

An oath, I know they all take and so easily forget after.
Some upon that tomorrow, just ease back in laughter.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' A Metaphysical Moment ...'

‘ A  Metaphysical  Moment ’

A Metaphysical Moment
Electrifying To The Touch
Breathless, Thru The Clouds
Can My Heart, Take So Much

… Can My Eyes Endure
All This Vision, I See
Can Voice, Even Speak
Over Roaring of This Sea

… Can Ear Even Listen
When I Am Flying So Free
Soaring, So True With You and
Metaphysical Moment and Me …

A Metaphysical Moment
Will I Ever Understand
This Mystery of Our Universe
The Mystery of Woman and Man …


(And I End This with an Haiku for
The Haiku Master ‘Raul’ Moreno and
Metaphysical Poet Extraordinaire’ (smile))


Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)

          Understanding A
      Metaphysical Moment …
      … Nature’s Mysteries


Metaphysical (definition) as an adjective:

Metaphysical of early 17th Century Poetry
Relating to the poetic style of John Donne,
George Herbert and other early 17th Century Poets
Who used consciously intellectual language
And elaborate metaphors that compared things


Details | Rhyme | |

Crack Kills...God Heals

Crack kills. 
God heals, 
And destinies, 
He fulfills. 
The truth, 
He reveals. 

To get us, 
Satan uses lies, 
Theft, demolition, 
And tricks for us, 
To forever be, 
In demise. 

To save us, 
Jesus took licks, 
Was hung, He bled, 
And He died for us all, 
To have everlasting, 
And fruitful lives. 

If you want crack, 
To stop killing you. 
God got your back. 
He sent Jesus through, 
Forty-two generations, 
To save me and you. 

To free us from, 
Whatever addiction: 
Dope, lost hope, 
Fornication, adultery, 
Idolatry, homosexualism, 
Racism, or any other sin 
Not mentioned, that you, 
May fall victim to. 

God wants to, 
Use you. 
Satan wants to, 
Abuse you. 
Live the way 
God wants. 

Don't let Satan, 
Tease and taunt 
You into sin. 
Join God's team, 
And win. 

You can't fix, 
Yourself. Come 
As you are. 
Let God drive 
Your car down, 
Destiny drive, 
To the Avenue 
Of Being Forever, 
Alive. 

Crack kills. 
God heals, 
And destinies, 
He fulfills. 
The truth, 
He reveals. 

To get us, 
Satan uses lies, 
Theft, demolition, 
And tricks for us, 
To forever be, 
In demise. 

To save us, 
Jesus took licks, 
Was hung, He bled, 
And He died for us all, 
To have everlasting, 
And fruitful lives. 


Details | Ballad | |

What are your Words of Poetry meant for Oh Sage

I.
The wrothful man has regotiated his saliency,
The humble man has neglected his post of "Your Excellency",
Let the pirate look through my one eye of transpareency,
Hope my superman sings along to those dracula's frequencies,
These are not Bulls written in pure fantasy,
Our fleur-de-lis and its very ecstacy,
Not meant for agilely minded Perverts,
Spliffs meant for Godly minds,exhalling Wisdom and Truth.. Selah

II.
Reading to the salient ears of age,
Your teeth gleaning this vast ears of corn,
Seeing men's rage shorten their years,
Or what your ladies who smiled at my no-beard-style have become,
Easy skanking is what my ears hear,
A tip of God given talents,
Many a quail showering my Sweet Heart with "Works so excellent",
God breathes his creative spirit to minds We call "Salient", Selah


Details | Shape | |

A Matter of Choice

                                                                  
                                                                   LIFE
	                                           A Bland
                                                           Nothingness
                                                     Changing our Lives
                                                 We all Seek solace within 
                                           Allowing oneself to Disassociate 
                                       From chaotic and Charismatic Spirits 
                                  Discovering nothingness, is quite something
                          Appealing positivity, and encouraging changes within
                        Insisting demands ridiculous, unnecessary, and shallow 
                           Fear acknowledges this need to end a chaotic lifestyle
                                   Some fear boring lives intrude on life’s fiesta
                                       There is no need for fear when changing
                                             One needs to relax to keep focus
                                                  For creating a new life within 
                                                      Embraces your solace
                                                             Nothingness 
                                                                 A Bland 
                                                                    LIFE


Details | ABC | |

Roses between the thorns

Love
I know you well.
You blossom like the rose between the thorns.
The people don’t know,
They don't live like me.
They complain because the roses have thorns

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


Details | Rhyme | |

TOO MUCH PRIDE

It either kills the person or gives them glory.
It has it’s own life and demands territory. 
It is one of the seven most deadly sins.
Be very careful because it could make your life end.
It is the contrast of real inner strength.
It has a unforgettable smell with a stench.
Pride generates vanity and humility. 
It reminds me of a Greek tragedy.
With that in mind I remain humble and meek.
But are proud men considered weak?
In a lot of religions pride is definitely forbidden. 
It is a mask behind which low self-esteem are hidden.
Pride makes you unable to listen to others or to God's messages. 
Some people have cockiness with smuggness as their self-righteousness.
They soon deny about having problems.
But by being so hardheaded and stubborn they can never solve them.
They need to shed their masks, which covers low self-esteem, a lack of self-
confidence, and a sense of insecurity. 
Seek God and keep Jesus in your life to make you happy.

"Blessed is that man that makes the Lord his trust, and looks not to the proud, 
nor to those that turn aside to lies." (Psalm 40:4)


Details | Personification | |

Over Coming Fear

the courage to confront ones fears
to accomplish ones desires and 
manifest ones goals 
even in the adversity where others don’t believe as you do
following the strength of your heart
will retain the flame of your dreams
when you feel that adrenaline coursing through you body
and your mind becomes a blur of confusion
over coming that fine line of fear
when droplets of sweat appear on your brow
and your body temperature begins to rise
a thought will finally break past uncertainty
over coming fear to achieve ones passion
means never giving up on yourself.


Details | Free verse | |

VACANCY


I don't have filled spaces.
Nonexisting time lies to me,
making me feel as if I were not empty.
Space remains painfully unoccupied in me.
There is no prince
no poetry or sigh
that a sigh without cause is consequence of passion.
There is no romance or excitement.
Word or song.
Meaning or ignorance.
I don't have time, it's true,
for I am filled with the strange intensity of freedom and youth.
However, all the space of my soul I keep
like a ballroom with no ball.
. . . If someone shouted in me . . .
it would echo.

Patricia Evans


Details | Free verse | |

Moving Forward into Expansion....

Ignorance....

How is it...gifted with
abilities to reason
we can all remain so unaware...

How is it...gifted with
mental ability of logic
yet,what do we really know....

Even with our limited sense
of language and words to communicate
how do you describe in uncertain terms
the unknown...yet,not completely unknown

If your regular 5 senses move beyond the norm
you hear things different
you see things different
you feel things different
again...because of our lack of impression
where do you find the tools neccesary
to convey such an inner feeling...
as you also struggle with heighten perception.....

Entropy......

As we continue forward into the unknown
with our continued lack of knowledge
we inadvertently create wider gaps 
furthering ourselves from the truth
energy being spent uselessly
creating further chaos and disorder....

The ancient stone builders left us a clue
in their placement of the cornerstone....
any deviation in angled positioning
would lead to a deformed structure
like the leaning tower of Pisa.....

Consciousness...

The evolution of the mental age
requires such attention,as to rid
ourselves of the ignorant state of mind
which only furthers entropy within the self
but,also within our global community
which,if not mindful...
we continue in a deformed state of being......

HAYA....." to be...or not to be "
is not the question
it's our true quest......


Details | Free verse | |

just listening

I'm only happy when I'm sad, she said.
When people say their glad,
I get mad because,
they used the word glad, she said, we laughed.
The sings she said, I guess, 
wouldn't seem important.
If you asked if she knew Shakespeare, she'd say,
when I was born he was already dead.
She liked autobiographies because, she said,
they were books about history,
written by people who were there.
She loved the new testament,
because of what a mess it is, she said,
how great it was that Jesus gave,
gave such a big storytelling gig,
to his four buddies who couldn't write a lick.
That Jesus must have been a piss,
to hang out with, she said.

Important or not,
I didn't want to miss a word,
whatever she said,
I never waited to talk, with her,
I was happy to be,
just listening.


Details | Free verse | |

i smile now

i think of the
miles
and
streets
i crossed
to bump into you
and
i smile now
because i realize
that until you lifted your head 
to see where you were going
you could never
see me coming


Details | Free verse | |

In The Now

Life
like
tomorrow will make the difference
while today becomes
doing and thinking and being for
life 
is not a road until
the rut is made.
Life does not become a way of
life
until tomorrows become misty
and yesterdays no longer exist.
to this moment of
life
you want to hold onto.
Life
drives you mad
the next moment of life
this too shall
pass
into now.
Now
to never have known no other time
but Now
this part of then
when is the time
Now.
Was that then Life?
existence
life 
dream
life
plan
life
eternal
life
empty
life
plain filling
life =
Silence.


Details | Senryu | |

Envy

envy at our birth
The true poison of this earth
dooms the chance of mirth


Details | I do not know? | |

The Road

Driving down the Road,
Which seemed curvy and long
I started to listen to my favorite song

It reminded me to focus
Not to stray from my goal
Not to get discouraged by the distance
or the future that i know

Although the obstacles will be a challenge  
I know if I keep driving I will manage

Look straight ahead
It will all be fine
If i stay between the lines

I know where I'm supposed to be
This particular road is just for me


Details | Bio | |

Podium Monarch

The brilliant propagator spoke in rhyme carrying my mind back in time in awe this 
master-orator captivates me ecstatic and frenzied hypnotic and mesmerizing 
absolutely astonishing. His authentic rhetoric could persuade the masses a 
genius and intellectual spectacle, impeccable words that rattle my nerves 
charismatic qualities preferred ambitious he conquered my sense clever and 
constant prophetic and uncanny. Deliverer of outstanding effects undoubtedly a 
shrill diction none the less, a repetitious tongue he used to arise emotion and 
manipulate devotion his dramatic performance would manifest power to the 
point of spiritual rhythm.The psyche of such a speaker a ruler not a pleader with 
such anguish he reached out to his awed audience and wiped away any 
negative faculties still burning inside them. This mere man is intoxicating the 
reciprocal respect between he and his listeners leaves them numb and 
overwhelmed an honor greatly upheld. Superlative speeches with tremendous 
will a concept unreal but to his followers a thrill, fanatical man of words on 
educated grounds his legacy is bound decorations of noble peace is with in his 
reach. Paramount of virtue in the mind of this modest man a gift to our time.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

That Which Is Real

Oh to be just a friend
To laugh, joke and play with you
Is not something
I know how to do
Oh how I wish it were
For it’d sure eliminate
All this pain I feel
Sometimes it happens
That starting off fun
Turns into something real
And what was meant to make you laugh
Turns into tears
That seem to take
Life’s  breath away
Leaving you to feel
Like there’s so much left to say
If only this, if only that
If I only could, if you only would
So many tricks of the mind
As we try to find
Justification for holding on
To what should be freed
So we can move on
Yet we hold out hope
In each accidental hello
That tides will turn
Though they have long washed away
It’s just the way of life
And how love burns
Until we learn
The difference in what we feel
And that which is real


Details | I do not know? | |

' Friend To Friend ... '

               A Friend:
One, Who Helps You Get Out Of A Jam

               A Partner:
… Is Usually In The  Jam With You

                   A Pal:
Is The One, Who Usually Gets You In The Jam

           An Acquaintance:
Someone, Who Heard About The Jam

                 A Buddy:
Says … Its Your Own Jam Fault …


Details | Free verse | |

The Scar

      
     
           
 They told me..forget it..! 
 They confused me.. 
 They ordered me... 
 "Control your thoughts.."  

 Whenever I see flowers...
 My heart leaps with joy..
 But when I reach near... 
 They wither.............  

 Whenever I see babies... 
 My heart leaps with joy.. 
 But when I reach near... 
 They cry....... 
 
Whenever I look in mirror, 
It frightens me......... 
 THE SCAR ! 
  


Details | Free verse | |

Seasons of the Bhodi

"Mahakavi...tell me, what is the body?"

'It is: the candle desiring flame;
    it is:  the universe self-contained;
       it is:  the realization of love,
          through the gratitude of pain.'

 

"Mahakavi...will you let me know,
   what is the nature of the soul?"

 

             'It is: the unwritten page;
         it is: the empty picture frame;
    it is: the absence of the self,
through the charity of change.'


Details | Rhyme | |

Just Reach

just reach your hand out to the sky
pull your loved ones back to your side

lets get to say one more goodbye
for we never wanted them to go away and die

as now the days and nights lay 
in such sweet disguise

so let us once again our lord
stare into their illumating eyes

as we reach out for them 
in your broad horizon sky

and get to hold and kiss them
even if their not by our sides

for if this is however feels when we die
then I'd like to be that angel in that sky

so I can just reach out right back
and wipe their tears too from their eyes



Tribute To Our Loved Ones
On The Other Side
May You All RIP


Details | I do not know? | |

A special wish, from a special friend

If you take it step by step
And only one day at a time
Life can be a gift from God
Not treated as a crime.
As long as you are willing
Helping with open arms I’ll be
Bringing into sight for you
New dreams that will set you free
As your nightmares slowly vanish
And all your demons become stray
Good points to all sorrows show
As your pain slowly fades away
You’re not fooling me behind a mask
I know you very well
Why do you hide the truth inside
adding fuel to all your hell?
Tomorrow when it has passed
Will be a memory like today
Don’t be the pig out to be slaughtered
Be the vulture devouring its prey
Writing the pages is all it takes
To take control of your own fate
Print only truth inside this book
Before it is too late
Remembered as you really are
Just by what your friends have told
A man of honor and all heart
With love that’s free and never sold
So, I’m sending out this blessing
With love that I have chosen to send
Have a Happy Birthday today and always
That’s my wish to you, my special friend


Details | Rhyme | |

A Painted Smile

We can paint a picture bright, 
to keep all sadness out of sight.
To hide from those held dear,
to full of joy appear.

An insecurity so deep,
afraid of others seeing us as weak.

Our emotions we attempt to hide, 
but they are strong inside.
Instead our feelings we suppress,
causing endless stress.

Feelings have thoughts that manifest without doubt,
but it's not always convenient to let them out.

Use any means possible that brings you comfort and ease,
write in a diary, or go swinging from trees.

To talk of them freely takes courage and understanding,
have faith that the whole world is not into branding.


Details | Free verse | |

Stoned

Just a sniff or a whiff 
soothes the soul,
a kiss of the syringe
fills with peace and joy
so great alas! Temporary.

Oh! what many'd give
to soar on wings eagle's
and to the highest peaks climb
amidst tunes angelic.

But many a soul oft shatter
under its grip inexorable,
bound in chains and iron fetters
to a sniff, whiff and
oh! A kiss of the syringe.

They sit back and fantasize,
but the Peace they seek
is naught but an illusion,
a dream they chase and ne'er get
till they bid the world goodbye!


Details | Narrative | |

A Understanding Of The Past

I remember summers past in the south 
and the sultry heat.
Iced tea and back porch confessions.


Making time with that first love.
The swing underneath  that old tree.
The radio playing softley in the background.

Thoose ways have long since died.
Replaced by a breakneck pace.
As were all to willing to forsake a conversation between 
two human beings.
It's all about one night stands and bragging rights.
 

It's like comparing velvet to burlap.
All harsh no mystery.
Where people would rather surf the internet
than ocean.

The passion of the kiss.
Is but a dinosaur that people 
view as some old silent film.

A blanket underneath the stars
Has been replaced by a encounter in a 
bathroom stall.

Upward we advance  as deeper  we sink within the
mud.
As the poet reflects  ink drying 
in he pen.

I recall thoose times so very slow.
To this sudden stand still.
Like a pile up on the interstate.
I no longer live I wait.

But the sunset still haunts me.
Along with the scent of the salt filled air.
that tree's swing does no longer stand.

As in dust and memories it's been taken with 
the wind.

The road echos  of another time.
For all that was free and wild.
Is slowley vanishing.

As we blindly advance.
I'll sit and watch the tide.
And be happy to be left behind.


Details | Free verse | |

Joy in the Morning (Seven-by-Seven)

Tempest of the raging storm
Bellowing clouds up ahead
Ocean waves jumping like rope
Shattering lighting striking
Thunder roaring like boulders
Peace unto the wind be still
Joy cometh in the morning

© Joseph, 8/20/2007
© All Rights Reserved

Comments:  Seven by Seven has seven syllables in each line, seven lines, and 
the title is in last line. David J Shrewsbury invented the form.  


Details | I do not know? | |

The Clown The Fool And Me

Many nights I've sat typing things for which none will ever read.
Burning midnight oil only to add to this mornings trash.
Then going about the act of pretending it's all good.

Wearing a mask of my own creation.
These long nights of endless confession to empty wall's.
Hollow thoughts from a bitter heart to scared to exist as himself.

The page lay beaten only to be erased.

the circus of life is a deception for after the show when the dust settles 
the magic gives way to truth.
Tempers flare  and thoose happy clowns appear to be just angry ordinary
people who hate and loath there so called friends.

Dream that it would have all been diffrent if not for this or that.
never taking blame just putting it on others like normal so called adults.

These long nights breed anger and that page takes  the punishment
and like a coward I look apon this act of pure thoughtless work.
And second guess myself wishing only for the approval of people who yearn only 
for the approval  of some one else.
Like hamster in a wheel never getting anywhere.

For who wants to be themself when you can be a watered down version of someone who 
wasnt good to start with.

I cant say the comforts of being a clone wouldnt be nice .
But I never did like things that were nice.
Never cared about being on a list  or kissing someone's rearend just 
to have them talk about me as soon as my back was turned.

Be yourself and cherish thoose who hate  for  the bitter and cruel amount to
nothing  and there only hope is to lure you down there same dead end life.

The clown tries in vain to make you laugh.
The fool doenst know or care if you laugh.
And me Im just the jerk adding to the mornings trash empty 
as the page that sit's befor him.


Details | I do not know? | |

come pray

Come bathe within his glory,
It is he who know's our story,
No longer will it shame you,
You are free from all the blame too,
The times you thought were frightening,
That you now see as enlightening,
Were the lessons of existence,
Overdressed in your persistence...
Take a step in my direction,
And be a part of this connection,
That is shared among the giving,
And to those no longer living,
For it's they who rise before us,
As he promised in a chorus,
Led by angels at an alter,
Like the columns of gibralter...
If you take the hand of thunder,
It will pull you from up under,
So leave the body on the surface,
Because it's your soul that has a purpose....
Come pray.....



Details | Free verse | |

Echoes of Yesterdays.

Those walls of my captured annals falling
By steel leviathans devouring my solitude
Capped blasts dropping the once proud structure
No longer is a mans home his palace

Histories cowboys are the future’s vagabonds
Their ranges of ranches a dying lot
Borders now shrinking as the rooms collapse
Giving into the fear of the outside world

No one is really who they appear to be
Stowing and stealing all for a free ride
The trust in humanity a long extinct idealism
Falling in flames from the final battles bullet

Yesterday’s judgment is the hope of tomorrow
If the sun may ascend to the songbirds cry
No promises of integrity to hold onto justice
While the carrions crawl the balances edge

Holding within that which disaster has taught
Building upon the hangman’s piety
To breathe for a moment the sweet water of utopia
With every falling grain of the hourglass

…Time slows in the winds of obscurity

				


Details | Epic | |

Contagious Judas

Imperfect tendencies emotional scars suited amber falling stars, 
paranoid blame oblivion shame beautiful southern waltz in cinematic
stubborn fault. Seven missing memories method praised shroud of shade
innocent mask guilty if you ask precious paths of poisoned passion raged
and belligerent as we fade. Euphoric flawed charade diluted in constant rain
unique perception of secret aim comfortable locked in chain, conjure magic 
trance surrounded authentic pinnacle devastating interval. Revered prophet of 
past impaired by moonlights last search your infinite glass testify on millions of 
preaching lies nightmares erased intervention with in Judas faith truth be told 
face to face time is haste.


Details | Ballad | |

Martyr for the Unorthodox word

If I had over 10,000 dreams You'd be the only thing my mind could see Judgment couldn't be real Succumbing to the fear of this cold life Find a way to break through The self-destruction of wordly delusions Don't tell me I've lived so long in a lovely illusion Break me down until we find a Nirvanic state Then bring me a savior from transgressions An atoning sacrifice Send down to me a messenger for me to submit to Bring me the truth to break through The delusion Bring me the messenger to explain it all And let me leave behind Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word


Details | Burlesque | |

Sweatin' The Small Stuff

Don't sweat the small stuff, they say...
I see it, a different way....
Small problems easily become big,
Make you pull your hair out,
So you gotta' wear a wig!


Details | Monorhyme | |

They Are Legion

In the deepest, darkest, dankest depths,
the creatures plan and hedge their bets,
they ponder just how bad we'll get,
and smoke their foreign cigarettes.

Concentrating on the Middle East,
they've hatched and raised a hateful beast,
and guaranteed they'll be no peace,
so war and suffering will not cease.

In Africa their foothold's firm,
so many die from spreading germs,
they love to watch the infants squirm,
their bloated flesh the food for worms.

Their goal is to destroy mankind,
plant seeds of hatred in our minds,
their pact with Satan's sealed and signed,
in blood upon the dotted line.

The rain forest is their target, too,
cage all the creatures in a zoo,
cut down the trees and plant no new,
and watch the greenhouse gasses spew.

Make sure the seas are full of trash,
and oil spills as hulls are gashed,
they want to see our hopes be dashed,
the dice are thrown, the die is cast.

They sit and chew on monkey bones,
and laugh as storms destroy our homes,
in league with trolls and hunchbacked gnomes,
they breed in secret catacombs.

The darkness glides on silent wings,
and is repelled by just one thing:
the song of prayer our hearts sing,
with love we can defeat this thing.


Details | Rhyme | |

Tylenol and Duct Tape for Shattered Pride and Wounded Egos

i park my car
and i step outside
hoping that the quiet
will help me clear my mind
i always mend this way
but it didn't work this time

cus for a second
i look up at the stars
and it comes rushing in
just how small we are
that kind of self awareness scares me
so i get back inside my car

and in that darkness
that i used to like
i find myself reaching
for the overhead light
i've never felt more scared
than i do in this infinite quiet

i whisper something 
just to fill the space
hoping that the sound 
will scare the introspection away
"well, on the bright side, this new self loathing,
should keep my narcissism at bay"

i laugh but it is drown out
by the sound
of the tense rumbling
of looming thunder clouds
i wonder how God could hear me
amidst all of this sound

in spite of this 
i decide to pray
"Dear God above,
please take this fear away
cus i feel so small right now 
could you just tell me that's ok?"

well morning's here 
and no sign has come
so if God should call
just tell him i'm not home
i always feighn faithlessness
when i'm feeling this alone

but i looked out my window
at a passing child
who was dancing round
playing with the light
he cast a shadow 
though the sun beat him in size

in his shadow
my life flashed before my eyes
and i still feel small
but yet i smile
cus so is the sun
if it can be beaten by a child





Details | Carpe Diem | |

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.


Details | Couplet | |

My Honesty

Do you ever think of tomorrow and wish you had a glance?
Tell me if you had a crystal ball would you take a chance?

Do you ever think of yesterday, a song you used to sing?
Embracing all the memories, joy and pain they would bring

In the space of your today, up underneath your skin
Do you find a certain comfort the one that’s born with-in?

There was a time in my life I really couldn’t stand myself
I was so confused as to what a man should hold as wealth

Every life has a turning point as it teeters to and fro
And sometimes it is very hard to know which way to go

There is no way to excuse the choices that I have made
And I’m the one who is to blame for prices I have paid

There is nobody else to blame for the things I’ve done
It was of my free will I chose, not to follow the chosen one

I rode with demons as they laughed and watched the angels cry
Never even once second-guessing or asking myself why

And I used to be a liar I would lie all the time
Was no end to the excuses come out of these lips of mine

But that was many years ago I’m not that man today
You see I found the Lord and got down on my knees to pray

I said, Lord as you know I’ve wasted every bit of my youth
Today what I’m asking of you Lord, please grant me the gift of truth

I figured truth and honesty would be a good place to start
To try and better understand how the bless the human heart

I quickly learned a lesson, a lesson of untold wealth
The trick to being honest is being honest with yourself

For if your honest with yourself to another you can’t lie
And if you just confess everything you have no reason why

My methods may not always appease but know these words are true
Honesty is the motivating factor behind everything I do

And everybody knows it they don’t even question why
They know I would have lied about myself if I were going to lie

And the reason that I know this I’m very proud to say
Is by the comments left to me just the other day


I just wanted thank everyone for their supportive 
comments the other day. You have became such
an important part of my day I would be lost with
out you guys, God bless, MJ


Details | Pastoral | |

My Heart And My Soul

My heart feels lonely and I am blue
I dont know what I can do, for I wonder
if I'll see the Son of God looking at me 
and if he dose will he be pleased or say 
this day go from me, Oh how I do want to
see heaven, I've been saved sence I was seven
my heart cries out from the deaths of my
soul save me God from this day on Dose he 
hear me Yes or No this lonely feeling is 
haunting my soul Please dear God make it
stop and help me see heaven in Loves pure
light.


Details | Free verse | |

Arjuna Meets Krishna

On the edge
Slightly out of vision
Chaos

No, thank you
I’ll take my social order
On rye
Hold the onions

Hey, I wanted rye
Every day reminds us 
Untidy chaos intervenes

Deny it and go mad
Face it and imagine war

To be involved in life is to be involved in battle
There is no escape
Cave dwelling aesthetics are fools
Thus sings the auspicious one

Learn to struggle
Honorably
Graciously
Nobly

It’s not about the win
Which, in any event, is
Ultimately
Futile.


Details | Lyric | |

Creating Artistic Words (Chain Poem)

We are poetic creators
Creators of the artistic words
Words that uplift souls
Souls pouring out—reaching out
Out to the world for redemption
Redemption of the inner spirit
Spirit of natural sanctification
Sanctification stimulating the mind
Mind of elevating jubilation
Jubilation of living creation
Creation pointing the way
Way to the creator
We are poetic creators
Creators of the artistic words




Details | Haiku | |

SURRENDER TO GOD

                                             surrender to God
                                 speaks silence in words themselves
                                        words are unknown words


Details | Lyric | |

Seed

To lie is like a seed being planted into the soil,
and just waiting for it’s down roots.
Every time another lie is told this seed gets water,
as the watering continues, the seed begins to grow.
And up sprouts the plant, the plant in which you the individual has given life to, for 
this seed is not a flower, is not a tree, is not a fruit to give to thee, but a weed, a 
weed of such destruction that destroys all other life surrounding it. By taking it’s 
roots, the roots of pure loving flowers, pure loving fruit and pure loving small 
trees.
Destroys them.
Strangles them.
As this weed continues to get watered it shuns them, grows taller then them, 
allows them no sun light, allows them no room to grow or to breath, so in the 
end, they parish.
And all of the truth that was planted before this has died, and the only thing left in 
your garden,
Is your pathetic life.
And this weed,
That was once a SEED. 
 


Details | Imagism | |

dignity

across rooms gust strong winds
emptiness without formed cracks

shook narrow confines
from the darkness within

indeff,rent,rent songs
nostalalqiques dreams
attentive inhumane screams
desire to belong

to accept dignity
speak sweet
accept defeat and
smile throu tormented peace.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Tapestry Of Men

Woven perfection posh and copious
Threads of illumed infinity converging
Thrumming life in the Almighty breath
Varying designs of diligence and entreaty

Fading to an ominous melancholy gray
Selfish as his struggle becomes greater weight
Becoming vivid hope of unrelenting faith
As our Father returns our focus to the Son

This tapestry weaves the kingdoms protection
To be seen only by abiding faithful
Still it is deaths sword wielding Cherub
For those whom blind their own eyes

Lushly emerald and ambering golds satiate
Feeding the spirit with divine courage
Stand with your Father by honoring the Son
Cherish his gift by holding the truth

The promise is eternity not immortality…


Details | Rhyme | |

Forever -- One Day At A Time

I won't promise to love you forever --
I can't quite see that far.
We can only live one day at a time
As we reach for that distant star.
But, life won't pass us by --
And we'll drink of love's sweet wine
As long as we remember --
Forever is just one day at a time.

Life gives us one day at a time
And, nothing lasts forever.
So, I'm thankful for the love we share
And the time we have together.
So, when this life is over,
We'll live in a poet's rhyme
That simply tells those left behind --
Forever is just one day at a time.


Details | Rhyme | |

Somebody To Love

I have no roof to shelter under
When the sky begins to rain
For an umbrella through the thunder
I will always hope in vain.


Details | Free verse | |

Listen

Listen
To the wind
You think it speaks to you
Just as you think He does
The grand coincidence
The fortunate few
Not me but the yous
Hold on to the wind
Its vapor cradle
Will only carry you
To familiar places
When I listen
I hear spaces


Details | I do not know? | |

Begin to Live

I feel the sun's comin' out today
She's pushin' those mean ol' clouds away
So that I can see past these shades of grey
to a real far place, that I'm not yet, today:
 
I've been dreamin' here, so patiently 
but a journey lies ahead of me
a vision, I was born to see
a dream, meant to be reality:
 
I must convince the wind to whisper, "Please"
so to soothe the storm, and thunder ease
Then I can step out from beneath these shadey trees
and chase after harmonious melodies:
 
Be still mighty waters, it's time to part
and leave no path, besides my heart
I hear the first step is the hardest part
so where I now stand, Is where I shall start.


Details | Lyric | |

Apocalyptic Purity

Incite the words that take me through
Unload your fears and call them truth
Stand up and consecrate your hate
Follow along, or die alone in debate

Just look at everything there is
Either products of pain or products of bliss
Just look at everyone that knows
Either running towards or waiting to go

Apocalyptic sense of right
A fluorescent path that just waits for night
Apocalyptic sense of wrong
A darkness that is, spreading on and on

My own reflections are my truth
These words are just me, I have the proof
So incite my mirror to believe
That we are all alone once we learn to breathe

A conscious silence in our deaths
Accept it or run towards more regret
Apocalyptic purity
It doesn’t matter what comes, as long as I see


Details | I do not know? | |

Keep My Faith

Lord, I believe in You and myself,
With You I can do almost anything.
Even if I'm overweight...
I believe You'll keep me alive until the day
You want me back home with you.
I'm sorry for my sins
And all of us are imperfect humans:
Debating about beliefs, greedy thieves,
And everything else you hate.
So please forgive all of us and open the gate
To Your Heavenly Kingdom.
Have Your Son save us all.
Sometimes I believe I don't deserve You
And Your Promise for Eternity,
But Your Son's words reassure me.
I feel scared of the destruction in Your Revelation,
But remember You'll keep me safe
If I just forever keep my faith.


Details | I do not know? | |

Man's Stand

By the river stands........
                                 tears of blood washing away the sands..............



Illusions breathe life............
                                     evoking an eversion of the mind........................


A euphonical mixture of words...........
                                                     bring forth laying on of hands.....................


Taste of nectar ergo an eruption of rapturous pleasure............................
                                                                                  a conception that can only be of......

                                                                                                                  man's stand


Details | Free verse | |

Homelessness, Taoistically Speaking

Social uselessness is a virtue of its own kind;
Those we cast aside, glance at and then away from quickly,
Lest they notice, and smell our guilt,
Are free to live immodestly,
There being no need for posturing
When one's invisible.

Trees that grow lumpen or misshapen
Are left to live long and go unfelled,
Never to be transformed into pencils and parkbenches.
They carry on, in love with the sun,
Spreading their arms to embrace the sky
Season upon season;
The children skip over their roots 
And lovers loll beneath their boughs,
Their shade relieves the weary,
Their age comforts the old.
No carpenter's ambition
Will ever reach their wondrous hearts
And, perforce, transform them.

When they kick you, unwanted 
Out of the hospital psych ward,
Your illness not important because you've done 
Nothing to make the newspapers,
You can wander like a prophet, complete in yourself
Living your truths without needing an apologist.
And so it is with those we look away from,
The odd shapes among us who don't fit our spaces.

There's more to be seen by looking between things
Than can be found by looking straight at them;
The unshaped space around us speaks with an incessant tongue
Interpretable only by the spirit.

So if you really want to slip the blindfold for a change
And see the ones hovering around the fringes,
Start by studying their shadows,
And if they should deign to speak,
Listen with your eyes,
And if you want to feel them,
Reach deep inside yourself and rub the sore spots
You spend the day denying.

Reflection sustains reality
Like dewdrops on a leaf.
Try to understand this like a lesson and you'll fail,
But accept it without judgement
And it comes to you.
No man finds more truth than he who looks for nothing;
This is writ upon the bark of twisted trees.
Read it, then know what wisdom is.


Details | Rhyme | |

Rise

Some birds fly and others soar,
other creatures never take flight, 
should I seek ground or something more, 
balancing the difference is the plight,

Is it wrong not to want what?
seems to be the dream to fly, 
or can greater deeds too be sought,
without drifting much too high,

Time has not strengthened this desire, 
the voice to rise still sometimes call,
losing self in all the mire, 
yearning wanes after each fall, 

Foregoing all that is prone to tempt, 
perhaps there are better things, 
the dichotomy in us we can not exempt, 
from what happens when our heart sings, 

Years has beat us down, 
in youth we could not see,
from wanting to wear the crown, 
and the hope of what we could be, 

If life has not so crushed, 
we will exercise this great might, 
into flight we will not be rushed, 
rising but keeping sight,


Details | Free verse | |

Moments Of Life.

The morning mists falling from Snapdragon eyes
Standing on high peaks viewing the verve of diversity
Starlit nights viewing the galactic milieu painted above
The promise once made now viewed after the rainstorm…
In these moments I see the Almighty

The bellow of anguish in the tears of the children
A racking widow held up as she faces her spouse’s sepulcher 
Victims calling to God in the smoldering ruins of a battle
Helpless and lost ones asleep on heating grates in December...
In these moments suffering is all too real

Arizona’s painted desert at the moment of dusk’s zenith
The Atlantics glass rolling waves on the shores of Cape Ann
My daughters absolute trust as she sleeps upon my chest
The Rocky Mountain winds hushing the Ponderosa Pines…
In these moments I sense true peace

When “I Love You” first looked at me with untainted eyes
The moment I heard my child’s voice for the first time
That first springtime morning awakened by soft Popinjay rhythm
The roar of the crowd during a spring training game…
In these moments I find the Joy of living

Searching my life I put these puzzle pieces together…
Only to find these moments define the man I’ve become


Details | Free verse | |

Seek Ye His Face

You! – Put the gun down!!!
Take it away from your head
Erase the thought from your mind
Overcome that worried state of mind
Get on your knees and raise your head
Call on God for help and salvation
Build up your faith and your strength
Seek help from the tip of your tongue
Rejuvenate and elevate into His flock
Seek, ask, and He shall grace you
Say it, believe, and He will touch you
Now walk with me and let’s fellowship!


Details | I do not know? | |

hush

though I cant remember her face
the love still penetrates
with the radiance of suns, and the cadance of tons
of the rhythym of heavens embrace

though I cant remember her voice
the emotions still lift with a hoist
strong vibrations through ether strive to hold all together
and take aim toward the lust I still chase

though I cant remember her touch
the emotions still flood with a flush
as the crashing waves roll
and erosion takes toll
this thought quaintly ends with a hush


Details | Acrostic | |

New Year (Acrostic)

Never forgetting about history
Ensuring it does not repeat itself
Walking proudly into the future
Yesterday now becomes the past
Elevating the mind to new heights
Action plan created and working
Rising and meeting the new call!


Details | Cinqku | |

WINDBLOWN

Goodbyes
drift cross
the sands of time-
leaving regrets to
repine.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Upon A Daydream

Away I drift…
	From right here and right now
Free of bonds…
	Anchored to worldly pains
Here lays exposed…
	My strength, my heart, my essence
Upon the precipice…
	Riding away on the only true freedom


Resting in sunlight…
	On green New England seashores
Endless Waves washing…
	Away the aches and troubled sorrow
Laying here I desire…
	No stability, no purpose, no weight
Less the power of heart…
	To release momentary responsibility


In this place I have loved…
	And felt it’s purity of redemption
I have been the scholar…
	And the open learned pupil
It’s here I give of myself…
	Knowing I will gain from the effort
Here I gain true wealth…
	Beyond the treasures of mans avarice


For a moment I transpire…
	Outside the boundaries of body
A wearied welcome traveler…
	Entering an undiscovered country
Allowed by the azure skies…
	To drift within this calm and peaceful realm
Until the call of the Thrush…
	Brings my minds eye back to focus


Details | Free verse | |

Sensitive Mad

Being sensitive,
meant all my senses were alive,vibrant and kicking,
perhaps more than anybody else,
I could see more,
perceive more,
hear more,
and think and correlate more,
what I did not know was that I could turn a toy,
a toy to play with and pass time,
soon enough I turned that,
a set of insensitive souls,
fed my senses more and more,
they let me think and correlate,
on all that they had fed more,
soon my systems cracked,
and my sensesss broke,
they correlated garbage in garble,
and finally broke down,
a sensitive soul had lost all senses,
and now was branded "mad" by those insensitive souls.


Details | Lyric | |

Mirror with a Gun

Cast attention on the dreams we have caught
They’re nothing of our own
Filtering our hearts right through the dark
Until we give in to the unknown

Casting lights upon the pointless death
In the wars that we’ve become
It’s so sad to see what will really die
The part we kill because we run

Cast attention on the lies we create
Manifesting every fear
Will these walls protect me from the pain?
Will the static drive the tears?

Casting lights upon the obvious truth
That we can’t remember love
Because every notion that we think is right
Was not handed from above

Cast our questions into timeless stone
It’s time to walk away
Step again into the lonely dark
It’s time to feed the pain

Casting spells that only weave an end
This is what we’ve become
Friendly faces that will kill again
We’re just a mirror with a gun


Details | I do not know? | |

Hopeless and Filled With Heartache

Tell me why doe’s the wind blow,
When it seems that almost anything can over power this boat,
The waves rise slowly and surely a storm is on its way,
A day of innocence equating beauty,
For tomorrow may fall,
And today is already gone,
I've decided that tonight is the night,
That I set love aside,
This whole time we're provoking each other in a blinding violence,
The ship rocked and I plummeted into the sea,
And you dove after me,
But now you know that I’m cold,
The mast snaps and the ship floods,
We wash up on a shore and you seek us shelter,
Crying out my name you try to resuscitate me, 
Keep your hands on my chest and wait for a beat,
I'll keep your trust in my arms and pain in my feet
We will all fall in the end.
As the time to rise approaches
No one will take responsibility
So tell me why does the wind blow?


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In this poem i give credit to 4 bands 
for assisting me with the words 
I could not find.

1.Our Last Night
2.As I Lay Dying
3.Dance Gavin Dance
4.As Blood Runs Black

I Hope you enjoyed it


Details | Bio | |

The Musician-Poet

there is, indeed,a relationship
between music and poetry
creation! expression! release of things inside
If I had experienced neither, when I had died
And had to value the worth of my life,
And rate the influence my existence generated
for the general good, I'd be shy
How can I explain my worth, after I did die.. 

On this point I'd be proud,
Cause somehow I was so lucky,
To experience the joy of both
and did my best to leave a small mark
of my thoughts upon the earth
If but one word, one song,
one counterpoint jam, one painting
that I had done,
had meant something 
to someone, than in this regard,
I have won!


Details | I do not know? | |

THREE DAYS

Yesterday:
Immutable as eternity.
                                                 
Tomorrow: 
A dawning that will never be.
                                                 
Today: 
My only opportunity 
To live, and love, and labor


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UNIVERSITY OF LIFE

Enrollment day begins for us
the moment we arrive.
We begin our education
in the University of life.
The subjects taught are vital.
They're stressful and demanding.
They require our full attention,
in our search for understanding.
Lessons are taught over and over,
again and again and again.
And every lesson will be repeated,
until we understand.
No one will ever drop out.
No one will ever fail.
Every lesson will be taught
with intricate detail.
Pride will come to us all
from lessons we have learned.
We'll then walk with confidence,
with the wisdom we have earned.
Choices are what shapes us,
with experience and strife.
Lessons taught are not forgot,
in The University OF Life.


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Afflatus

Cavemen thought only of self preservation and sex.
In someway evolution was faltered.
Man learned to measure:

You cannot hold an inch, or a mile,
you cannot see a pound, or a ton.
They are but measurements.
They do not exist but in our understanding 
our understanding of what they are.
You can hold a stick that is an inch long.
Yet, it is only a stick, and not an inch.
You can see a tree that is a mile away,
but it is a tree and not a mile.
A pound of butter is only butter and the pound 
is but the measurement of its weight and is invisible.

So is the same for innocence and evil ;
Measurements.
Innocence is love in ones heart for others
and how far a heart can stray from love is evil. 

Measurements of love.


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Masquerade

From this resurrected mountain I remain unbreakable callous words never 
destroyed my perseverance restraint and disgrace took it's common place. I'll do 
what it takes then close my eyes and if they all shall doubt me I'll pretend to 
disappear, through all the screams and fury when this shames consumes me 
just let the light run through me in indecision give me your vision. In this situation 
I would rather control my hesitation desperation met with cold contradiction, I 
considered my existence would spare me cruelty born out of priceless memory 
or justified fear driven by unbridled violence. In awkward silence we abandon 
purpose for malice creation the most compelling lesson's learned is torment of 
innocence scorn. Perception intervenes when prophecy becomes obsolete with 
in our dreams we masquerade in life's parade and contemplate this prolonged 
charade. The repercussion of these decisions will leave is empty and well 
beyond driven.


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State of Mind

Yo, how long has it been since you quit trying? 
Or perhaps your your self-assurance is cooled and drying.
Maybe it is your arrogance that's fortifying 
Your state of mind that's forever verifying. 

Self-reliance and discretion in latitude,
Confidential secrets kept in gratitude.
Our laziness is a companion to platitude;
Of course we all know it's really an attitude. 

So where do you go from here to appreciate 
Lessons of objective differentiate? 
Making the changes to complete your self-portrait, 
Faith and belief reconstruct, reconciliate. 

Temerity must fall by the wayside while you persue 
Those things given to provide discression to you.
Tact, talent, trust, and truth are the tools we use to work through 
Order and procedures that program anew. 

Seeing the bigger picture creates flexibility 
Thinking carefully opens avenues of discernability. 
Your new state of mind, simply served with humility 
Shows what fun life can be when you re-think your ability.


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Seasons

Seasons come and seasons go.
Life changes for better and sometimes worst.
Strength comes from storms.
The best is appreciated by suffering the worst.
Never change as Seasons do.
Follow your dreams never lose sight of you.
Don't forget who you are.
Don't let life's disappointments leave a scar.
On your emotions and eat away at you.
Until the pain is so strong it overwhelms you.
Don't be blinded by dream realization.
After each storm there is sunshine.
And you can endure good and bad times.
Never let go of your ability to reason.
Perservere learn from all Seasons.




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Farewell/ My Time To Go

My friends I've  grown tired and am in need
of a rest.
A inviitation  to a farewell banquet.
Please be my guest.

When everything begins  to move 
slow.
I'll need no advice.
For I'll know its time  to go.

I hope i made you laugh as  well as think.
Farewell I'll bid you after this 
last drink.

The road was many things  but never boring.
Sleep in peace like children.
And some old man snoring.

I thank you all.
As I drift were the dark waters flow.
No tears should touch your cheeks.
For its my time to go.

No longer within sight.
But always within your heart.
Why worry over tommorow when one day
we shall all depart.

Old friends rest well knowing this is not the 
last time you will see my face.
for we will gather somewhere beyond 
are final resting place.

Where one flower dies  another will always grow.
I love you all.
But for now it's my time to go.


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Fabel24

 Fabel24 
Fabel24 
 
 
CHARLAX 
 
CHARLEXES FABELS 
 
CONVERTED 
SAVED CONVERTED INVERTED CRUCIFIED DEAD BUT NOT YET BURIED 
Kiss the ewe she never cries she never sighs she stays happy all the times we 
try. The eye was stopped by a patrolman in the middle of my walk to the church to 
lay my layman down to rest a night a bite of something not so sweet in bag to 
help me live. He said ADDRESS what is your ADDRESS like it's the most 
important thing to have NO eye said NO eye do not have a TUCSON address just 
one in Flagstaff. HOMELESS he said. NO eye said eye have the ADDRESS in 
FLAGSTAFF the one on my ID card. NO he said you are just HOMELESS in 
TUCSON. He noticed that eye cared nothing for any of that. WHY did yew not say 
that to begin WITH he said to me and eye just tried to ignore a man who has the 
world to shrug upon his Atlast Shoulders? PHONE he said ??? No phone what's 
your cell phone??? 
EEYE do not have a PHONE NO CELL PHONE eye almost cried. 
NO NUMBER NO PLACE IN THIS WORLD TO CALL MY HOME. 
The Indian has no feather he is saved now he is in Heaven beside the MEE. Live 
in life wrap the world outside live the life of love and learn to live and love. Eat a 
LOT of CHARLAX eat a lot of poems eat a lot of Fabels now. 


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There Was a Day

There was a day
When light was born
When the stars burst into being
Sweet lights that adorn
The heavens above

There was a day
When the first light rays
Spread their wings,
Ready to open the opaque 
Universe,
Before there were other things

Was it heralded by
Angels of another universe?
Did they blow their horns,
And sing creation's first?

And will there be a day,
When it all shall be called to cease?
And all developed souls,
Shall see their last release?

Not for us to know,
Just to wonder about
And when it's time to go,
We'll hear the angels
Bring an end to any doubt


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Dear Child

Today is a brand new day.
A bright new morning
May the lord God guide your way.
May he be with you in all you do and say.
His love is vast as deep as the wide wide space.
Hold on Dear Child and you will soon see his face.
No one can love you as God almighty can.
Just believe in Jesus and take his hand.
Don't let go when he is in your heart.
He was there when you were born.
From you he will never part.
Through life's trials and tribulations,
God is with you with his true love and dedication
Wherever you go or whatever path you take
Remember God is with you and he will guide your way.
Keep your faith
Don't let stumbling blocks make it waiver.
God loves you and will be there forever and ever


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Death

Is death the end to our suffering 
Or the cessation of our existence?
Is death a new journey for our soul? 
Or is death our final eternal punishment?
Or do our souls get to rest peacefully
After a life of trials and tribulations?
Should we cry or rejoice when
Death stares us in the face?
What is death to us?
An end to our sorrow
To our pain 
To our physical imperfections
To our illnesses
To the sins that torment us
Should we fear this unknown phenomena?
Or should we embrace it?
Maybe in death we find the truth
That escaped us during our lives.
Maybe in death we can finally find freedom
To roam in a mystic realm of our own creation


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A Son, a Father and a Donkey (2005)

A young son, a father and a donkey journey across the land
The father rides upon the donkey
They walk through rain, sunshine and hot sand
A villager yells from the top of her voice
“Selfish boy, let your poor father ride, get up and stride”
So he did as he felt he had no choice
Hours past and they went to a stall for a refreshing drink
“That poor donkey carrying your weight, you should get off him don’t you think?”
Everyone in the bazaar looked and shook their head
The father got off and they both walked instead
They struggled along the sandy dusty breeze
They heard laughter coming from behind the trees
 “Fools”!It was a group of schools girls laughing as they talk
“They have a blooming donkey and those idiots still walk!”
More children gathered to join in the fun 
They paused and thought what should be done? 
By the time they thought of the solution everyone had gone
The moral of the story is you can’t please everyone 

poemsbyrb@hotmail.com


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Plant Tale

That lone ornamental plant,
that stood straight,
with colored shiny leaves,
had its own story to relate,
it was brought in infancy,
to the office,
to decorate and tickle fancy,
it was an eye soothe,
amongst dead office wood eye sores,
and people who were alive,
but wanted others dead,
plant was innocent,
and had not thought so in the start days,
but had gathered that over each passing day,
he had a secret to reveal,
that people came to office,
not to work,
but to work down others,
they were jealous and egoists,
they spoke lies and spoke bad of others,
most of the time they did that,
only a little was left,
for the work for which they were paid for,
life of the plant was spent thus,
he became tired and almost dead,
he knew these evil people,
would throw him out one day,
and that they did,
but he was happy,
that he was free,
of evil and bad.


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Dream

everything is peaceful and calm just like always
but then suddenly something is different
I wake up and realize yet again that it was just a dream
just one more dream that will never come true
for my life is far from peaceful and calm
I wake up yet again to a world gone wrong
a world as scary as any nightmare
maybe we're all just dreaming this world
and without dreams it wouldn't exist
maybe we're all just someones dream
someone like me dreaming their life away
hoping that things will get better some day
isn't that why we all dream?
to escape from our fears and problems
if only for a few hours
dreams are a never ending addiction
the almost perfect drug
and we all do it
we sleep everyday to escape our lives
only if we sleep will our dreams come true
but they're only an illusion
maybe the only way to make a dream happen
is to die and dream an eternal dream


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Watching Over You

for my children

What is life but a rite of passage, an epigrammatic trial, 
A transient state, a walk through the trees, 
A stroll for a crooked mile. 
When it seems at last to be ended, finished, over and done, 
Such finality just an illusion 
For eternity has begun. 

Oh, I know you dwell on the nature of grief, the savagery of pain, 
And that tears may flow without end, 
And sadness will ever remain. 
But just like the source of the oceans, emotions or life-giving air, 
The fact that you cannot see these things 
Does not mean they are not there.

And I will always be here, in your blood and soul and mind, 
I am part and parcel of all that you are, 
Just seek and you will find. 
My love for you, my pride in you, lives forever and a day, 
No death can diminish such potency, 
Nor bury it's meaning away.

Reach out to me and feel for me and always know my name, 
For I will burn with a guiding light, 
An everlasting flame. 
As years will pass I shall remain a part of all you do, 
Wherever you are, wherever you go, 
Always watching over you.


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Pseudomorph

I get a kick outta the writes I see,
So intellectual, how can that be?
I skipped two grades,
Was forced to take IQ tests again,
Cause no one as dumb as me,
Could possibly produce such a score, you see
Got 100% on regents exams,
Passed college entrance tests
Half drunk and dirty of dress
Cause I was up with friends
drinkin' and carousing like the rest,
And, Lord knows how, but I assure,
I aced the test, and even more,
To what was then considered
"The Poor-Man's Harvard"
I cruised through that as well,
No one was gona stop this Bell

But IQ tests, and scholastic grade,
Never has one, of a man be made
I still do get confused,
About how to wear two shoes,
My brain may be book-smart,
But comin' from the heart,
I've trusted when I really shouldn't
Was skeptical when imprudent

So here's this IQ wiz,
Don't know just who he is,
And street smart as a cat,
Caught in Dr. Zeuss's hat.

So teach your children well,
don't grow up to be like Tom Bell



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A Tale of My Sisters

 
With nimble imploring    
 
Of a tale found quite pretentious,
 
I found:
 
My sisters, my comrades,
 
Obtained skills some found offensive.
 
They roamed the hills of Scotland,
 
Burdened with hope enough for nations,
 
And every time our Mother cried,
 
Witnessed imprudent brutalization.
 
Through lands both waste and riches,
 
Continued on:
 
A solemn pilgrimage;
 
Armed with only incantations,
 
And herbs:
 
A witch's privilege.
 
Morrigan has told my spirit
 
What Brigid tried to say,
 
Men without us are monsters,
 
But their minds are such as clay.
 
That is why we carry on 
 
Our nomadic occupation,
 
Driven from villages as The Dragon dies,
 
Though what we bring's salvation.
 
I've seen my sisters burn on poles,
 
Through lights: Theatre Magic,
 
Everyone was awed indeed,
 
My sisters' fates were tragic.
 
So to ensure insure 
 
'Twas not in vain,
 
I set forth in expedition,
 
To find the valley between the hills,
 
That my sisters' lore has mentioned.


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Gemini Eyes In Sapphire Skies

(4 before start)
The sun descends as the
SWELLS RISE
Counting every coward as he passes by

You could take the place
Of the emerald lights
In the southern cities
Where the castles bloom
After a weathered trace
Of gold and two's

June bugs and fireflies
Are tearing up the autumn skies
"goodbye...GOODBYE!"

Kingdoms,
They all fall down
Where you're standing makes all the difference
(ALL THE DIFFERENCE NOW!)

Take my tongue and take my scarf
The STORM IS COMING IN!
Take my aim and take cover
This tempo is set for
SELF-DESTRUCTION


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what about me?

my mind is open and my heart is pure
my share of troubles I have endured
I'm just making It form day to day
waiting for prosperity to come my way

when I see people with a whole lot of bucks
I wonder where is my share of the luck
and when I see famous and rich celebrities
all I can think to say is, "what about me?"

I use to think that I was undeserving
of whatever favors that God was serving
but now I know that that was not true
for God has given me many blessings too

when I think about all the times I got through situations unscathed
I now know that It was only by the grace of God that I was saved
and when I think about all the times I was down to my last cent
God sent some money my way, an unexpected present
and when I look back and realized many of my friends are now dead
I comprehend that my life was always spirit-led

It's not about money, the status nor the fame
It's about living life according to the rules of God's game
now I no longer go about asking, "what about me?"
I now know that I have been blessed with God's prosperity


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Doors

Could you see behind the obstruction,
a flat and wide obstruction,
which was a door,
I nudged it and saw more,
what I saw interested me a little more,
I walked ahead the space and there was another door,
in curiosity I nudged it ajar,
what I saw shone better for my stars,
I roamed that space again,
till I began getting insane,
and soon enough saw another door,
I pushed it open,
and there was the sight I was pining for,
all of a sudden,
I liked it so good that I decided to stay,
I was also tired of opening and pushing doors,
I loved the people and things,
that lay inside that door,
it was my lifetime,
that I spent behind that door,
quite unmindful,
that there was more,
and more and not yet shore.


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Master Hands

bricks lay scattered,
cement piled up bad,
the mason was ill trained,
and was a new lad,
he knew nothing,
and could not begin anything,
came the master craftsmen,
and the bricks themselves walked to places,
cement gelled with water,
and leaped to seal,
the building shaped,
and no longer was a dream.


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A True Friend

one that doesn't
spread rumors
lies
unorthadox comments
a person that enjoys
respects the company
of a true companion
love can partake a soul
to change
the completion of a friend
that is true is God
another time of thoughts
funny
realizm
integrity
a complex emotion
in deed one true friend
is difficult to find


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Painful Reminder

If reading this disturbs you
you're not the only one.
You are probably being reminded
of something you have done.

I am your painful reminder
that no one will forget.
I will always speak my mind.
I am not finished yet.

The pain you feel is nothing
compared to what you've done.
Don't worry, I know you're reading this
(and you're not the only one.)


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Look

Look from inside yourself and you will see.
All the splendor of God's creativity.
Flowers mountains bird bees
Animals and plants of all species.
Beautiful sights to please the eyes.
All people of every color shape and size.
Look at yourself your are God's prize.
Built by his hands so healthy and strong.
Given the strength to always carry on.
The beauty of life is open like a book.
In every little cranny and nook.
God's love is always there 
All you have to do is look.
Everything is within your grasp
All you have to do is ask.
Look to God to complete all tasks.
See the bird fly and see his grace.
The beauty of God is in every Human's face.
Look! His love shines brighter than sunrays.
Look to God and you will be happy all your days.





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Reversals of childish thinking

Instead of listing what’s wrong with the world
Let’s list what we could do to make it strong
Childishly simple is the integrity on which we set our pride
Is it so hard not to lie, steal, cheat, defile with words
That simply are not right?
Treat others like you would want to be treated
We preach to our children
Unadorned ideas that we cannot follow ourselves 

At times it seems
As humans progress, from child to adolescent 
To adult, then back again
It’s a reversal in time 
From complete innocence to corruptness
Why does it  take us a whole lifetime
To come back to the mentality
In which we started 
It’s only once we see, truly
The best times is when
We don’t judge
And things are just so
Childishly simple 
That we are happy


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DOPE BOY

                     You’re selling drugs to your own people; you’re like a terrorist bomb 
                              but twice as lethal.
                     Do you really think it’s a lasting career? You blame “the man” but it’s 
                              you we all fear!
  	You say that you’re making plenty of cash, but are you willing to die 
                              for your poisonous stash?
 	You have so many excuses for destroying the community, but you’re 
                              part of the reason that there is no unity.
  	You think you’re taking the easy way out, you’ll be dead or in 
                              prison without a doubt.
                      I know you understand exactly what I’m saying, I at least got you 
                              thinking I’m hoping and praying.
 	It’s time to start thinking before you act, if you make the wrong 
                              decision there’s no turning back.
                     What happened to your desire to be successful? Your line of work 
     	         is way too stressful!
  	Worrying about getting robbed, killed or busted, your friends and 
           	         clients can never be trusted.
    	Is this a skill you would teach to your children? The revolving door 
   	          turns again and again.
 	Drug dealing skills passed generation to generation, causing 
                               widespread neighborhood and community deterioration.
  	You say: “I have to do what I have to do!” But what are you going to 
  	          do when they come for you?
   	Yes eventually you will get caught; you were so untouchable at least 
  	          you once thought.
 	Is Drug Dealer a title you hold with pride? So what you have cash, 
  	          gold and a nice ride!
 	Everything you own can be gone in an instant, now you’re 
                               incarcerated wanting to repent.
                     Being successful can bring lots of joy, but you’ll never be successful 
                               being a “Dope Boy.”

                                                
 

  	


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A View on Love

How do you know that you’re in love…?
How do you know when you feel love…?
How can you say that you’re in love…?
How do you know if you’ve never felt love…?

Though there may be times when you smile
Thinking about your sweetheart
But even you must know that deep down inside
It won’t last for too long
You shouldn’t be foolish
Especially if you’ve never felt love
But who is the one to say or judge
What love really is?
It’s nothing more than a fairy tale
That a few experience now
True love is a very complicated matter…

How do you know that you’re in love?
How can you say, “You’re in love”
When you know that love is
A mysterious feeling
Nothing but confusion comes
From a feeling anticipated
However, not many get
What it is that they’re
Looking for…

How do you know that you’re in love…?
How do you know when you feel love…?
How can you say that you’re in love…?
How do you know if you’ve never felt love…?

Do you know how many times that
One has been hurt because of love?
And do you know how many are still
Together because of love?
If love really is something we all seek
Then why does it hurt?

Very few ever find love
Very few receive true love
If the numbers are so small
Then why work for it?
Enough damage has been done
And it’s time to just move on
Love is too complicated
For most of us to handle
How do you know that you’re in love?
(How do you know that you’re in love?)
How can you say, “You’re in love”
(How do you know when you feel love?)
When you know that love is
A mysterious feeling
Nothing but confusion comes
(How can you say that you’re in love?)
From a feeling anticipated
(How do you know if you’ve never felt love?)
However, not many get
What it is that they’re
Looking for…


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Nature's Poetess

As I chant my sisters' creed,
And forge my talisman,
I remember violent lullabies
That I still can't understand.
I say if these wilds could be controlled,
With wants to habilitate,
Than why on Earth would fractured souls
Still thrive to fornicate?
So here I am,
My guise be true,
Thy young sorceress,
Controlled by wilds of casting spells,
And sensual naughtiness!
I bled for them,
I chased the sun,
Now I've tied my tourniquet.
Everything that once was blue,
Is now raging violet!
The Garden's dark,
The moon is full,
I dance while I undress;
In this place, this dance, this time,
I am Nature's poetess,
As if somehow,
Back long ago,
With boundaries overstepped,
I led a life,
Oh hearts do Scream!
I lived a life unwept!
 


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Real Shot Down

Understanding fell to steam 
In the closure of the past, 
Foundation lovelorn dream 
Was never built to last. 
The memories warp to stone 
They crumble at the feet, 
They once were polished chrome, 
So poignant, bittersweet. 
Suppose I aimed too low, 
You fixed below the waist; 
I tried to let you know 
You could not be replaced. 
That once reality, 
The sexual attract, 
Is dead and gone for me, 
You meant much more than that. 
Soft, wry accusing smiles, 
Tongue triggers to offend, 
You missed the point by miles, 
I'm real shot down, my friend. 
No agenda, just affection, 
Yet suspicious shadows fall; 
They beg me ask the question: 
Did you know me after all?


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Downer

Look at me now on a downer 
  sinking in swamps of confusion, 
nothing adds up or seems to make sense 
  life looks unreal, a nightmare illusion. 

Grasping at straws, I am drowning, 
  reaching for saviours I cannot distinguish, 
people use voices I don't understand, 
  meaningless language, bastardised English. 

Shadows come down like black curtains, 
  suffocate energy, drain motivation; 
bury me deep in dysfunction, 
  swathe me in blankets of sheer desperation. 

Yet I must hang on with the insight, 
  no matter how hopeless it seems, 
the shadows will rise with the dawning 
  when I come to dream better dreams. 

Life is so precious and sacred, 
  though it often is hard to commend, 
where there's life there is hope and vice versa, 
  it is all that we have in the end.


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Devin.

Lost amid dusk and dawn 
Searching me
Sanity splintered by soft eyelashes
Gelid lips whisper out
My name in bane beauty 
Devin…

Ingesting upon this void of fear
That devours my last mettle
As the door explodes inward
My essence inhaled in apathetic kissing
The succubus murmurs
Devin, Devin…

My pride strewn about my feet
Fragile erosion
Phantom tendrils enveloping
My senses wholly teeming
A confidante of trusts mocking
Devin, Devin, Devin…

Dead candles blush yesterday
Off the walled looking glass
Ghostly withering she fades
In those foggy moments lucid
Laughing heavy
Devin…


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In State

Barefoot on the paving slab chill, concrete
feet feel frostbite emanations in their callused souls;
rooftop mystique clamours silent slate triangles,
perched the stray cat observers, red-eyes smoking coals.
Down to the river's edge where swaying reeds
feed mongrel contemplations with moist whispered words;
rusty oil-slicked surfaces lick the muddy banks,
karma sutra assassins are the predatory birds.

Fixated upon a frozen traffic system, bolt-locked,
dumb-shocked by electric one way streets to dead ends;
barstool poets weep sleep-sozzled cabbage tears
for the closing-time tragedy of long-time absent friends.
Drunkards shamble on beer-stained coliseum floors, grumble,
mumble incomprehensible diatribes into thin air;
the memorial park benches flake skin and rot within,
white spirits rape the dreams that anyone should care.

Deserted boardwalks spool a crooked travel,
unravel with myopic glint and blink, cat's eyes dying, died,
and the desolated song from night's deflated lung
hums doggerel consolation with no meaning left inside.
Illegitimate offspring of fatherless daughters and sons,
buns in sceptic ovens, burnt baked black offerings;
sacrifices on toilet stall altars, to lie in state
no more than ether, aborted ghosts, empty superfluous things.

Saviours ride no pale horses, immaculate white stallions,
galleons never sail to where the sun pristinely sets,
for the purpose of this life resides in its conclusion,
deserve has nothing to do with it and nothing is all it begets


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Forced Blind

My eyes are sore,
Bleary and tearful,
Not from any ailment,
Physical,
But from the mere fact,
That they have been seeing,
What they should not have,
A lot of bad, ugly and unjust,
And more of it,
Day in and day out,
Here, there and everywhere,
I am exhausted,
And do not want to see,
I would prefer,
To shut eyes down,
And remain blind.


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Mother Earth

Your vast stores feed the entire human race.
Yet we slap you in the face.
We destroy your beauty with our dumping and toxic waste.
We destroy the ozone protecting us from the 
harmful rays of the sun.
If we keep this up we will cause our own destruction.
We were made from you with God's own hands.
Yet we destroy your precious trees and lands.
We have enough weapons to kill all life twice.
To destroy you would be the end to all human life.
Why must we be so blind?
Our lust for power and greed
Has made us oblivious to your needs.
We must take care of you as you take care of us.
Or we will all die return to dust.
The healing of you start with each of us.
We must all do our share as rulers over you.
Our future and survival depends on how we use you.
Implement programs to clean up our mistakes.
Do what is necessary whatever it takes.


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Spiritual Warfare

Spiritual warfare
Is not always out there
At times it’s within our sphere
He sits on the throne with an open ear
Waiting for you to meet him there
 
Spiritual warfare
Some may fear
Seek ye His face 
Be blessed with His loving care
Believe in his love…none can compare
 
Meditate on His words
Develop wisdom in His kingdom
Cleanse the soul, thus—
Making one whole
He fills the least with untold gold
 
Ten thousand angels
Lifting one by the hands
Always believe in His plans 
Spiritual warfare
Against God’s saints
Shall not stand!
 
 


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Brother Phoenix

How repair the eyes,
cried themselves to blindness,
to bid them visualise anew
through ghetto-blurred unkindness?

How repair the mind,
dried with dust and sadness,
so it may idealise again,
dispel the clouds of madness?

How repair the skin,
torn and rent asunder,
that it will energise again,
inflamed with blood and thunder?

How repair the soul,
when it burns and bleeds,
to force it sermonise once more
when Satan holds the deeds?

How repair the heart
that dreams depend upon,
feel it synchronise with time
when life is dead and gone?

I will from cold ashes rise,
triumphant as no other,
on wings of faith and urban hymns,
the phoenix has a brother.


Details | Lyric | |

The Manikin

There's a manikin in my window, that follows me where ever I go, I can't seem to shake 
her, she's like my six o'clock shadow. But she seems to be everything I am, but more 
refined and more polished. 
No belly, Nice but, in creditable looks, wears a size zero in jeans, has the face of the 
american dream, she's what the public adores and admires, this is what society deems 
nessacary to be beautiful. 
I'm 5'10 a number of pounds over weight, more gut than butt, decent in what society sees 
as good looks.
They say I'm no J-lo, meaning my body should not be seen in public, 
No media coverage,
Not front page material,
No music video,
That I should grow my hair, get cosmetic surgery and wear all this makeup and then I may 
be deemed as pretty.
The question I have to ask myself is this really me?
Artificial flavoring, unessary calories, a false sense of self that can provide material 
wealth? 
No- this is societies ideology. A life time of fame filled with unconscience shame, trade 
in my dignity and what makes me me, for uncertain romances, adulterated chances, so the 
world can love my name. So people can compare me to you and you. And then put more of 
strain on todays struggling youth.
There' a manikin in my window that follows me where ever I go, I can't seem to shake her 
she's like my six o'clock shadow.


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Lies

Between all these eyes,
  That shred with languid cries…
 Between seraphs’ smiles,
And demons’ despise…


Details | Free verse | |

Desert the Desert

Dunes draining just sands,
merciless sun playing waltz,
dry winds rasping body parts,
clothes were clasped,
to perspiring body,
and appeared as such,
tounge hung out with thirst,
which occurred every second at first,
shoe soles felt like popcorns,
roasting and flowering fast,
legs were drained of energy,
that was dwindling past,
stomach felt vacant,
as difficult terrain,
turned tougher,
he wondered why he had chosen the tour,
now rather he should take detour,
and desert the desert real fast.


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In Passing

In passing, the waters cleave the landscape heart,
Taking on their travel, in their course, parts of the land;
In passing, we hikers in that current,
Return to the seas and become as the sand.
In passing, the winds weave through the mountains,
Collecting in their pockets, on their way, bits of the trees;
In passing, us leaves and twigs in the slipstream,
Are borne far away to where nobody sees.
In passing, the hours sail through the vibrant decades,
Flotillas of our memories, in their wake, define the past,
In passing, these days are a collage of wonder,
Precious and beloved from the first until the last.
In passing, a woman, mother for all seasons,
Takes with her for company the prayers of her kind,
In passing, she visited that which lives beyond dying
Her love for the lives she now leaves behind.
In passing, we are but the fine grains of sand,
Taking with us nought material as we drift to the stars,
In passing, what do we leave if we cannot leave our love?
For love is all that we remain to that which once was ours.

 

Julia, in loving memory


Details | Free verse | |

All I Want Is Sleep

when morning comes to me
something I truely hate to see
I have to struggle for one more day
and though death I do not seek
I'd never turn away to seek
escape from the touch of death's cold lips
on my life-battered cheek

sleep is far more real to me,
so far superior to being awake...
when sunrise calls to me
it is a call I would gladly shake

It's a taste, somehow, I suspect
of the death we have to face,
If so, I fear death no more
and in fact I do embrace

in dreams I soar about,
no place is closed to me,
imagine then, what death...
has for us to open up to see

and if this belief is wrong
and I'm merely food for worms,
I've feelings very strong,
it won't be among my concerns.


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To Be

Existence,
is it as questioned; 
to be or not to be, or
is it just being without a true
contribution or effort and thought?
I say, to exist,
one must give up their
existence for the good of another,
sacrificing who they are in order to become
who they were meant to be.
Therefore,
to exist, you
must die unto the world,
not to be recognized, but to become
part of the existence of all, part of the
human family.


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Naughty Sex Talk

Naughty Sex talk

Women will whisper
Pretend they don’t care
Chat about perfume
Or talk about hair
Why is it secret
Hush, hush don’t say
When every ten seconds
In every man’s brain
Frank daydreams of sex
Render
Women insane


Details | I do not know? | |

There is a Heaven to Gain and a Hell to Shun

The Scriptures teach that there is a Heaven to gain and a Hell to shun !

We Preachers need to pass the Word,
for there are far too Many which have never heard.

The world mocks and says "all my friends shall be there",
The Lord says that there shall be "no parties for them to share".

The rich man asked Abraham to send Lazarus,
The Lord sent Jesus the best He had for us.

Today we think that "the rich man and the wealthy" are truly blest,
The Bible teaches that for all eternity without Jesus they will have no rest...

The beggar Lazarus did not enter Heaven because he ate crumbs and dogs 
licked his soars nor because in this life he did suffer,
He entered paradise because he believed by faith what Moses and the Prophets 
had offered !

Miracles cannot save nor people rising from the dead will change the hearts of 
men,
It is the preaching of God's Word for faith in them to be heard the Spirit to 
convince them.

The heat truly is extreme, dark as sackcloth shall be the sight, Mankind shall 
scream:
No rest for them, their names forgotten, teeth shall they gnash, no room for them 
to even dream...

Will you use your "wealth and lend us your health",
To get the message out for now is the time to "SHOUT" !

God save us all and give us all angels wings:

Help us to bring plenty of persons with us to those gates of pearl,
For we know that Thou doth Love this World !

So Preachers preach and Teachers teach:

For there are many that if they were to die shall receive eternal pain...

For they were never told the message to God RUN !
Because there is a Heaven to gain and a Hell to SHUN !

(You never know it could be your family, friends or loved ones, if only we had 
shared)


by William Tell - (based on Luke 16:19-31)


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My Words

Sometimes my poetry is just a case of words, 
and not necessarily my reality;                                     
and that’s what is so beautiful about writing

You can be who you want to be on any level 
and tell secrets about fantasies that may never be;  
or take trips to other dimensions on mental journeys,                                                                        or places that some don’t even think exist

They mimic thoughts that manifest themselves as poetry 
and rest on pages patiently waiting to adhere
My words are a reflection of my heart 
and they reveal the truth behind my mask of fear
they deliver reality doses  whether they are just cases, 
or me in the absolute right here

My words exude positive intentions; 
my imperfections apparent but I accepted rejections 
and reversed dejection  
and decided to bare all my fantasies, my flaws my very soul 
and temptations

Uncertain how voiced verses appeal to outside sources but internally they set me free
They provide a medium of light and creativity
A chance to apply knowledge and a time for reflecting on and making changes in my frequency
My words are attached to my soul and its overwhelming ability to just be
They reflect what I was before         
the choices I’ve made and the reasons that this life is perfect 
according to divine order

They represent the voices of my ancestors from the beginning of time 
because up until now, 
the ending wasn’t within reach so I make sure that I
carefully choose the format and the right place and time 
to deliver the message that may be blatant or hidden inside – 
of the abstract placements of verbs
giving praise to the source of power that calmly submits to the voice 
connected to my words
I am the originator of my own words
I hope that you are inspired, or simply entertained
by the process by which I've placed my words


Details | Personification | |

Four-Play

Four corners.
Stands, four players. 
Quarrels of foul cries, collided.
Facing each nemesis into quadrants, divided. 

Individuals motivated by objectives.
Devising plans, careful detectives. 
Goal to achieve the highest rank, careful steps--discriminate.
Going by the hit-list, tunnel vision, hindrances must eliminate. 

Scoping intensely, measuring opponents, methodical evaluation. 
Staying alert, mind assessment, sedulous investigation. 
Shrill of the first struck, the red bullet--bounces. 
Instant reflex, ricochet the shot, violence--denounces. 

The King may bend the rules, charges swift modification. 
The Pawns are summoned, critical prosecution. 
The Bishop prays for the suspects, classified praises, flattery denunciation. 
The Queen cradles a heart, each beat rebounds, battery probation.


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Generic Minds

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


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Struggle for Freedom

Hopeless tears reign marks of 
struggle
followed by endless pain
The stigma "nigga" forever 
implanted in my DNA
From black face and sambo to 
mammy and sapphire
some still view us just the same
After years of struggle and 
progress
Not a lot has changed 

They assume stupidity just by 
the tint of my face
and because it's brown, I'm 
uneducated
a fool, a mistake
I'm the angry black woman 
that'll
roll my neck and put my fingers 
in your face
Or he's the one with the bad 
attitude 
and a gun to shoot up the place
Or the welfare queen - all she 
do is get high
Oh and he's the one that fits 
the description of that black 
guy

Still...Forever struggling for 
respect with no ideas
about what it's really like not to 
be automatically tagged 
"nigger/a"
So I stopped expecting miracles 
of blacking out racism
and continue the fight for 
freedom

Freedom from labels and 
stereotypes
Freedom from dumb ass black 
people who keep those 
stereotypes alive
Freedom from holds like hate 
and negative teachings and
Freedom from ourselves 
because some of us have 
stopped reaching
Some of us have given up the 
fight to be taken seriously
We've disgustingly lost our 
pride and our unity
We've decided to become 
enchanted with the stigma 
"nigga/er" 
so it's embedded in our DNA
Attached to more than just my 
skin
It's my soul that aches

The struggle for freedom will 
never end
Racism will never end
Until the end of existence as we 
know it
Get ready 
because all of the signs that it's 
here
Is showing 


Details | Sestina | |

Seeing What

Manifestations in life come from chosen
application of frequent thoughts in one's mind
Reveals and befalls a person's existence
Resource for combustion the fuel is spirit
This one can learn even if they not humble
All acts come into being through the body

Impulsive are the desires of body
Selfish at times be these acts one has chosen
Passion does carry energy for spirit
yet this life adventure is just one existence
There are many more for the creative mind
This should cause all to pause and be humble

Still those deny that there is a co-existence
carrying on with life never be humble
they all follow the dark path they have chosen
allowing uncontrolled thoughts to run the mind
Reluctantly it does comply the spirit
Paid by his holy sacrifice of body

Unlimited is the source of the spirit
becoming aware of this is to humble
knowing there is more than human existence
Serving only as a vessel the body
placed to carry out the deeds that are chosen
Placing utmost importance on state of mind

Considerations to remaining humble
It provides one with a peaceful existence
thoughtful are all of the decisions chosen
Willing compliant must be the spirit
Stable and balanced at all times is the mind
Righteous and just are the acts of the body

Coming to an understanding in one's mind
Relating all things as is to the body
Ever present to assist is the spirit
a faithful and loyal companion chosen
who steadily remain fixed to be humble
There in part lay a eternal existence

Sought after is a chosen
humble coexistence
of mind, body and spirit


Details | Light Poetry | |

I'm Thristy

Clouds burst
   Crops thirst


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A Golf lesson

Over fifty years have passed,
Tho’ it seems like just the other day;
My father gave me golf clubs,
“It’s a game you need to learn to play.”

He said, “It’s very difficult, but so is life.
There’s more to learn than grip and swing and rules,
Like honesty and dealing with adversity;
Then, pointing to his head, “… and how to use ALL your tools.

Play the Course… and Mother Nature…
Focus on just one shot at a time;
Try to learn from each of your mistakes;
Then, do your best to leave them behind.

These clubs will teach you more
Than our ‘man to man’ talks.
This you'll learn for yourself,
So you can “walk the walk.”

“Practice makes better, but not perfect.
And always remember what they say:
‘”Golf is not a game that we can win.
It’s just a game we play.’”

His lessons served me very well,
Took them to heart and played the game.
And life is much like a round of golf.
Despite the bad shots, I’m always glad I came.





 









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LOVE

Loyalty
One self
Virtuous
Eternity


Details | Quatrain | |

My Chagrin

Once again to my chagrin
     This nightmare perseveres
And through the glass it comes to pass
     To feed upon my fears

And it seems to slay my dreams
     And in their stead leave blind
Mine own two eyes to that one prize
     My soul doth seek to find

Still I pray that night gives way
     And cures this circumstance
That captive holds my weary soul
     Within it's darkened trance

And perhaps lay loose the straps
     That bind me to this cross
And free from 'round my neck now bound
     This curs'ed albatross


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My Love---a very special original Japanese poem

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Rhyme | |

The Paradox of Freedom

Can we ever be free, unless we’re alone?
Our freedom encroaches, like a cyclone,
Crushing and destroying those of next door,
Like a wooden house, their freedoms no more.

For every freedom we gain, others lose
We battle against someone else’s views
True freedom means that all are unbound
But this would mean that no freedom is found.

Each person could do whatever they please
They could kill and hurt and take an seize
Thus true freedom is but a paradox
So I’ll stay here behind my chains and locks.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Mirror


I know this crying voice of yours at night;
abyed, expending dance on broken glass,
enfolds your days and lone, demised insight
illuminates your forms while bleeding lasts.

Expanding scene the nuptial rained cold glade,
that hurts relentless in the stills of nyx,
inside mind's hope - deceived, the foliage shade,
attached to mirrors, images affix.

I know this call; it steals the colors' depth
affrays inside the mirror and the glimpse,
becomes a fading sight of nightly dearth,
agrestic scene and breath of moon's eclipse.

Your face reflects on mirrors' softened mirth,
approaches in the solitude that craves,
smiled recognition in your eyes and breadth,
a liturgy inside Cathedral naves.

Arcane I honor and adore you 'mong,
what spreads above the solitude and fades,
enfolds the last and detrimental wrong
that our enjoined similitude persuades. 

© G.V. 03-14-2013


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Mind and Sound

Only light can penetrate the 
darkness
that resides in the default state 
of mind
I descend from beta to delta 
through
binaural beats; instantly caught 
between frequencies beyond 
time 

I absorb amplitudes of acoustic 
energy
and I learn to just be earth 
Since I am the earth 
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its 
existence, 
I've owned the power of 
omnificence 

I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a 
descendant 
Created in the image of a 
thought
and a feeling from the 
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from 
rhythmic
pulse that manipulates 
subconscious minds

Immersed  between 4 and 7 
hertz;
brainwaves halt to a conscious 
sleep
All  chakras are aligned shining 
crown energy 
and now my consciousness 
begins to reap! 
and light begins to penetrate 
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there 

is now flooded with sound 
patterns
that force brainwaves to submit 
to power
of omnipresent sound that 
always was 
and always will be connected to 
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially 
beyond;
physical time and space

I long to embrace the intensity 
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds 
that resonate from the inner 
core
and continue to connect 
through the binaural beats that 
-  
remind me of before

Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining 
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel 
while reaping an abundance of 
benefits and rewards
Listen!! 
It's already yours

Just reach out and grab it 
as long as intention and ego is 
checked
the universe will correspond 
accordingly
it will deliver a life to you divine 
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that 
were there from before
They will guide to to the 
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect 
directly with the source 




Details | Elegy | |

Stranger


My heart egos and my life drained from me
Simple life I live, I act as I know all
But I know not, no, not even a little
I earnestly seek for recognitions
But my life and my heart is a hole.
An empty vessel, soulless, loveless

I have been succumb by the pain of heart aches
I have become a broken man,
Know not what my future holds
I envy those who went before me, who were acknowledge

I hold on to the little shred of hope in me, 
I am being drowned by my own sorrows.
Love, hate, a new beginning and ending of my old self never seems to happen
My wrath against my enemies is nothing for they humor me with insults.
Let not death come to me in misery and despair, 
For life is full of joy and full of sorrows.

Love me, as who would love a stranger from nowhere.
Let my sorrows be taken away by the love of many
But at last, no one would.
Don’t cry for me, for no one knows me
They came before my grave and said “who is this man?”
“Why is the name not written?”
It is not written because I am nothing
Don’t shed a tear for the stranger such as me.

Life is like a dream on a calm sea,
As the captain gracefully steer and gently moves its rudder.
The passenger puts their lives in his hands,
A calm sea is the heaven of any sailor.
“So, where is my captain?”
The wind blows every so gently,
But my heart sinks gently into the sea;
Who will mourn for the stranger?

Drowned from my grief, 
My faith begins to waver like a ship tossed around by the winnowing wind
My heaven, my calm sea turns against me as I sail the Galilean sea
“Where are thy words that calm the raging storm?”
Ay! I have no peace even in my passing.
I have not thy words of command,
For my faith has been tossed away by the hating winds,  
Shallow, empty, and broken I lay here in an unnamed grave.

Only thy mercy will guide me to the third heaven!
Let my sorrows be washed away by the blood of the innocent lamp.
Let thy words be the honey drops for mine, 
As this world knows only lies
Blinded by greed and lust, 
They seek only to destroy of what they fear.
And my sorrows are tossed away by thy promises.
For thy compassion for lost sheep is great.

"Have I found peace?"
I have, for I know my heart is at rest when my body has aged
And my salvation has come
When I died with thy Words of truth


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Who am I

A tribute to Ramana Maharshi, a man who has inspired me for forty years. a greaty Indian saint he was.....Peter




Who Am I?

Sometimes I ask the question “who Am I?”
Am I just this tiny speck put here by trust?
Just a puppet in the hands of destiny
To be blown within the wind just merely dust.

Then sometimes I’m aware of who I am
As I stand beside a lake or waterfall
As the music of the morning melts into me
And deep within that ancient whisper calls.

Well I ask myself this question
“Will I ever find the way?”
Ramana told me what to do
Said “Do it now, today!”

Oh such a little question one may ask
Does the answer come and blow the mind away?
Will the truth arise to set the bird to freedom?
If one asks this thing each minute of the day.


Details | Rhyme | |

Don't Drop the Soap

I bet you're out of hope.

Dude, don't drop the soap.

I bet you find it hard to cope.

Dude, you're crude and rude,

And full of dirt and oil.

Wash yourself clean,

Because you are mean,

I don't wanna be on your team.

You hung yourself from a short rope.

When you shower,

Dude, don't drop the soap.

Next time you'll treat someone right.

Next time you'll wanna do it too.

Next time maybe you'll wanna live the life that's true.

Maybe you'll stop being so cut throat,

But in the meantime,

Dude, don't drop the soap.

8-15-11


Details | Free verse | |

Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/07/13


Details | Free verse | |

Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt
10/3/2013


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Constructive - Criticism ... ' ( An Oxymoron - For All, But A Few)

‘ Constructive-Criticism … (An Oxymoron, For All But A Few) ’

Constructive-Criticism Is Good, It’s True
But, I’ve Only Seen It Used Properly, By A Few …
‘Cause, One Thing I Know, That I Have Seen
‘Some’ Use Criticism, Just To Be Mean …

Then, The Term Should Be:  Destructive-Criticism
‘Cause, They Ain’t Even Getting Paid! … To Spout Poison In ‘Em
I Know Then, They Want To Abuse, in Jealous-Individualism
So, Maybe, They Need An Enema, or Have An Embolism 

Coming Up (or while under Construction) I Was Told
And The Engineer-Advice, Was As Good As Gold
‘ If You Can’t Say Something Nice, Don’t Say Nothing’ At All’
So, I Don’t Bomb Somebody’s Building, Just To Watch Them Fall

Constructive-Criticism, Don’t Sic That Dog On Me
Take It and Go Bark-Up, Somebody Else’s Tree
Take A Look At Your Own, Before You Tell Me What’s Wrong
You Know What You Can Do With That … (and The Horse You Rode On)

And In The Words of ‘Tom Snyder’,  (The Idea I Relate):
“Just ‘Cause I Think Somebody’s Trying To Kill Me … Don’t Mean They Ain’t!”
And, If You Don’t Like My Building, There’s The Door, Walk Away
I Don’t Need You Cutting Down, My Structure of What I Say

And If Negative-Criticism, Is Under Construction ... That’s A Front !
When Have You Ever Heard of Something Negative, Building-Up ?
Maybe Somebody Dropped Them On Their Head As A Child
But That’s No Excuse To Criticize, Somebody Else, or Their Style

And that  ' True ', for A Few, I Meant at The Beginning
Here Are The Ones, I Accept Their Condescending:
GOD … Loved-Ones … Close Friends … (and Me)
‘Cause I Am My Own Worst-Critic, You See …

Constructive-Criticism, That’s an “””Oxymoron”””
And Look How That Word Is Spelt … Hon


(I Prefer The Term:  Commentator ( Cause I Love to Comment ! )
   ‘Cause I Want To Polish Your Metal, Without Leaving A Dent


Details | Free verse | |

Growing up

A kid goes from
lower kindergarten to
upper kindergarten...
but he's still a cute li'l
kid...

a student finishes
first year of high school
and moves on to the next
but he's still a student
with academic pressures only

again, in college
there isn't much difference between
sophomores and seniors

why is it that once you
finish college
and move on to further
qualify yourself academically
the world suddenly looks at you
as a 'grown-up' individual...

and expects you to be a
block of stone
of infinite stability
and responsibility levels ?

why are we 'old' ?
does it seem stupid
if I now want to stop to
stare at lovely looking
flowers or colourful
candies in a supermarket ?

why does it seem intolerable
if I throw tantrums for
eating and sleeping ?
why should i do
only the right thing ?

has life decided to give me
no more chances ?
no more wrong steps now ?

why is the word 'decisive'
killing me ?

i want to walk the path of life
as it comes
why is there this thought
"its time now..to decide
where you want to go...
what you want to do...
who you want to
be with..."

why should i
not behave like a
new student to
a foreign school
who's unable to
forget her old friends
and doesn't want to make
new friends ?

what is so 'sinful' about this ?

why can't i NOT 'not listen to'
"everyone manages fine...
your seniors did
your peers are
and most of your juniors will..."

there are times when i myself
wonder
why i can't seem to move on
there are other times when i
do make conscious efforts to move on
succeed, externally

but the heart can't be deluded...
can it ?
mine can't be..its too smart...
to make up for that soft head...!


Details | Elegy | |

Fool's Gold

At first most of us dint know, only those before us
Even those before us were ones like us, but they learn t by force 
We all thought it was real, that is how we feel.
Now they are coming, they are using the same path we took in getting here, oh! they will
It was the same with them, even with those before them.
Now it is the same with us, it will be the same with even those after us
I wish it were possible, and I wish it is possible to say;
"Loan me your eyes let me see for you''
''loan me your mind let me understand for you''
''Loan me your leg let me walk for you''
In this way, you will see, know and realize it IN TIME. 
But no... that's just the way
They never, we never, and they will never realize it is a fool's Gold
Until when they are almost [if not] sold.


Details | Lyric | |

Solipsist

Let the Deicide commence.

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest!
And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less
Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence,
And for you there is no forgiveness,
On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies;
The father of lies.

I will never be enslaved in your superiority
The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies.
Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be
Apollo and I will share our dreams,
and you will be forced to see
your failure!

I know who you are...
Readily the first to present your scars
Chained by some despot or mental czar
An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars
Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake
Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate!
 
...And you see me suffering
Not caring of any casualties
Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy
So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways

Solipsist - Is there no one you can see?
Even if she was presented burning?
Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe?
Even if Sophia was screaming?
Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me
Imprisoned in your own  personal reality 




Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Becoming Something More

Into dream, unto life 
To love and then, back again
What shall be discover

It’s the yearning 
For beyond 
The unknowing amid next to other

And when I do partake
I reach further 
Over bridges into another

Thus, for me, I am never ending
Always wading in
To shores upon beginning

Sensing each of nuisance 
And its unrelenting offer

So I am…
Able to love, to live 
And to dream abound

Past the last of moments 
That time has stored

Being me 
And…
Becoming something more


Details | Cowboy | |

No One Knows Where the Longhorn Goes

No one knows where the longhorn goes,
When his breed is scattered and few—
He once was king of the cattle ring,
But his time in this world is through. 

We all must go where longhorns go,
When the bone moon falls from the sky—
We will not hide when we ride no more
And the longhorn goes off to die.

Our land must be where longhorns live—
Where we all seek our destiny—
This once was land still full of sand
With longhorns far as you could see. 

We all must dream what cowboys dreamt
When they looked out upon the West—
We all should lead the life we need
As we follow the trail that’s best.

We all must go where longhorns grazed
On a ride through the green grass sea—
We all must lead and protect our creed—
But most of all, we should be free.

The path is hard, but we will climb
Up that hill where the longhorn goes—
Though the trail is long, it is not wrong, 
When we know what the longhorn knows.   


Details | Rhyme | |

I DREAM OF A BETTER LIFE

I think my dreams keep me sane,
I dream of happiness, a life without pain.
But in that second, it took me to just think,
My life could change, faster than a blink.
Now I’m drowning in my tears,
Not trying to be defeated by my fears.
Then once in a blink of an eye,
You'll soon realize it was all a lie.
No sunshine to light my way,
But I do have two bended knees to pray.
So I'll cherish and take nothing for granted,
I’m not saying that things shouldn't be chanted.
I do believe space devours time without our consent,
And hides the reality that our dreams were once spent.
I feel the real world is more like a nightmare.
A forgotten place where nobody seems to care.
But the moment my eyes are closed dreams come and take me.
Now I can be anything and anyone, now I’m at peace and free. 
My dreams are long like a trip to eternity,
No matter what it be, a nightmare or a fantasy.
It seems better then life.
To be rid of stress, mayhem, and strife. 
Remember where your thoughts all run together,
Just don’t get caught in your dreams forever.


Details | Ballad | |

A true friend

A Friend.

Associates, I’ve had so many
But let us speak of friends.
It be a term so often used
But I’m the worst of men
When it comes to picking holes in things
And a true authentic friend
He be as rare as rocking horse poo.
On a friend you can depend.

A friend would be there to the end
He’d take naught for himself
Oh yes a friend be wonderful
And adds to life much wealth
You know that when the chips are down
And the whole wide world looks grim
That friend will always be with you
His light will never dim.

This be as rare as hens teeth
But when the day does come
That you find this special friend
Your life will cheer up some
She’ll always soothe and comfort you 
And make you feel real great
A friend is someone sent to you
By the tender hand of fate

Cherish him or her so much
Cause when some-one your heart does touch
There ain’t no treasure on this Earth
There nothing that could have the worth
Of the one who loves and listens to
And gives support always to you
A true friend he till forever
He will not betray you, never!


Details | Narrative | |

Healing Words

My mother, my grandmother before has always held a place in my heart.
My father, and my grandfather before has the same part.
I was young and very active with unwillingness to listen fully to what they had to say.
I had a problem, never could be solved without my parents and grandparents till today.
With patience they all come to my aid when I fall on my face.
With little dishonor I listen to them and what they had to say, I embrace.
Over the years I go to them with no doubt a feeling of no dismay.
Over the years I go to them and they help me solve problems that to me is O.K.
Now I am getting a bit more aware of what had happen to me when I was growing.
Now I remember how the ride was in my beginning: it was a trial of not knowing.
With the guided words of my parents and grandparents I survive through them all.
With it some being a problem that I remember I recall.
My mother and my grandmother always said to be patient and it will be easy to solve.
My father and my grandfather always knew that I would grow and evolve.
I could wonder everyday what if my parents and grandparents was not in my life.
I could just think that would be fatal like a stab with a knife.
With knowledge that they had past on to me of what they had experience.
With their proof of teachings they had past on to me is their self existence.
Over the years I grew with life so full of happiness that was because of my families love.
Over the years it showed me the path that led me to all the above.
Now cherish those words that help me through my troubles in my new family.
Now I listen to my parents healing words of wisdom and except them gladly.


Details | Free verse | |

- Is It Fair -



           I have heard: Women burn fat almost 10% slower than men
           It's does not feel justified
           I have heard: Women live on average 3 years longer than men
           Women have a better durability date (used before: .. - ... - .....)
           Men: (must be used within: .. - .. - ....)
           Why is it only women who are thinking about calories and diets
           I bake delicious cakes .... that can only be eaten by my husband
           ..... I think I'll try one more piece :)



12.04.2013
A-L  Andresen :)


Details | I do not know? | |

Our Modern Day Pharisees and Sadducees

A Pharisee was fair you see,
Because with the resurrection they understood.
But the Sadducees were called “sad-u-see”,
Because they did not believe that the teaching of 
The resurrection was any good.
Both groups were very pompous you see,
And thought they were better than everyone else on the scene.
And even when Jesus Himself showed up at the grounds,
It made them more vindictive and more mean.
Several times they tried to trap Jesus,
As in the case with the adulteress lady. 
But Jesus once again had to put them in check,
For His reaction was what they were watching;
Of which He made them look very shady.
Another time they were upset,
Because they healed on the Sabbath, someone.
Instead of being happy for the person that was healed,
They were upset amongst each other, everyone.
Today we have people like those just the same,
“Uppity” and you can’t say anything to them.
Thinking their too good to be with CERTAIN people,
Forgetting they are to love all people at all times;
But making some individuals feel very dim.
“Clubbing” or “Club-Hopping” on Saturday night,
Going to hear the Word every Sunday.
But smoking and speaking sadistic words,
As if it were something like a Monday. 
Jesus told the Laodicean church,
That He would literally out of His own mouth spit them.
Because they were neither cold not hot,
They are what we call being “LUKEWARM”
There is a difference between,
Living in and committing a sin.
The first is a lifestyle one chooses to live,
While the other is a mistake one makes but not purposely therein.
So will you be a modern day Pharisee or Sadducee,
Or will you be a worshipper with sincerity?
Will you have a sarcastic or sadistic spirit,
Or be with your father in hell for eternity.


Details | Light Poetry | |

- Virgin Birth -



                                       Reproduction without sex

                                             Eggs and sperm

                                    taken out of the bone marrow

                                     Reproduction or virgin birth

                                            Is it magic or biology

                                   Is this the world we want to live in





26.03.2013
A-L Andresen :)


Details | Ballade | |

In love with life

In love with it all

I’m in love with all of it
I haven’t got much wealth
I guess I’m getting older now
I’m running down on health
But I’m in love with all of it
Every blade of grass, each tree
I love it with my heart and soul
I adore its mystery.

Everything in life excites me
I don’t know why this be
But I don’t suffer anymore
With depressive misery
Within my world I am a king
Cause I have everything
Every day is dear to me
Each moment makes my heart sing.

That golden Sun there in the sky
Is looking down on me
As he colors all with wondrous glory
Creating so much mystery
As here I sit, so all alone
The whistling soothes my soul
As canary, caged, just sings for me
And the morning feels so whole.

16 September 2013 @ 1125hrs.


Details | Haiku | |

Hooey

"Just a state of mind",
Too often said of aging.
Get old... then tell me.


Details | Alliteration | |

Today is a good day to have a good day

Today is a good day to have a good day
One more opportunity was given, the sunlight stroke your face
Appreciate; play with life as if you were to play with clay

There’s love in people as there’s water in a bay
A good laugh, a wise advice, and one thousand more verbs
Today is a good day to have a good day

One alphabet, twenty-seven letters, infinitive wise phrases to say
Words, sentences, more powerful than a nuclear weapon
Appreciate; play with life as if you were to play with clay

When days get dark and cold, we pray
Hopefully next day will be a new beginning
Today is a good day to have a good day

Gentle gestures to needed people must spread like a spray
To the train of happiness will lead
Appreciate; play with life as if you were to play with clay.

And you my friend, who is in agony pain
Your future depend on yourself
Today is a good day to have a good day
Appreciate; play with life as if you were to play with clay.


	


Details | Rhyme | |

A soul that loves you and will forever!

Disgusted and overjoyed that your back stares me in face
I am finally departed,forever and ever,from your life's race
your enormous passion and deep love made me weak-a disgrace
without you I was incomplete and time slowed sour in pace
did I hurt you on purpose to shake myself out of you yeah,brace
you have the lover's sack
do not come back.

A soul that loves you and will forever!


Details | Concrete | |

The Negative and Positive Absolutes of Life

– |Life| + I recall how I had surveyed you, guardedly from a rocky peak, And why I left the shelter of the mountains, for you. How we wandered on those plains together, Endless long days and shorter nights. You a gazelle and I an eagle. Horned and barbed, we; Leaping from earth; Soaring heights; Left behind; – |Life| + Right ahead; Plunging depths; Chaining us to earth; To leap and soar no more; My gazelle, your eagle, less we; Each day numbered, uncounted nights. Trudging thru mired fields planted with seeds, Someone else chose for us and we unwittingly accepted, Until the mystery of these once sweet green steppes withered. Copyright 2013


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Errors Made In Knowing

Honestly stubbornly looking forward logically
A loyal humanistic individual does unpredictably
Having determination to stay friendly cemented
One rebels with aloof detachment though group-oriented


Details | Sonnet | |

Confirmation

The Sacrament of Confirmation

Confirmation perfects baptismal grace

The Sacrament gives the Holy Spirit to root us more deeply in divine filiation

Incorporate us more firmly to Fr. Christ

Strengthen our bond with the Church

Associate us more closely with her mission

Help us bear witness to Christian faith in words accompanied by deeds

Like Baptism imprints a spiritual mark or indeliable character of the Christian soul

For this reason one can receive this sacrament only once in one’s life

A candidate for Confirmation has attained the age of reason must profess faith

Be in the state of grace

Have the intention of receiving the Sacrament

Be prepared to assume the role of disciple

Witness to Fr. Christ, both within the Ecclesial bond

Annointing of the forehead of the baptized with sacred chrism


Written 09172012


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Mirror Reflection, Can You Truly Reflect Me

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 
Mirror, mirror on the wall
I see what’s there but is that all?
Do I perceive what’s truly me?
Or is there more than what i see?
 Past the surface and what’s within
Why can’t I see beneath the skin?
Something's there I know it’s true
But how can I see it what can I do?
Do I turn away to truly see me?
Because there has to be more than what you show to me
Or is it shown can I just not see
What may be there in front of me?
can i look at the surface and truly see myself
Am I able to see what I’ve lost and what is left?
How will I know how can I see?
Past my skin and deep in of me?
I don’t know maybe I will one day
It is my will so I know I may.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Broken Arrows and Wounded Hearts

Armies of men and arrows
Have conquered nations and great lands
Arrows sweeping through the air to make the living, tumble dead
The dead dance no more

A single wounded heart
Has conquered nations and great lands
A bitter heart worth more than one thousand arrows
One wounded heart shall make all hearts beat no more

Pain kills the soul 
Bitterness kills the heart
Anger is the greatest weapon
Wounded hearts become great warriors

Dark angels’ congregate and sing
When they see a wounded hearts voyage begin
Its journey leading to battles yet fought
Hatred is the flag of the hardened soul

Ah the invasions will come, sadly tiss true
From the darkness and far beyond
I have only simple words of wisdom to say
Wear the armor of love and compassion

I promise you, evil you shall slay

From darkness shall come the light, one day


Details | Haiku | |

Make Healthy Choices

live as if you plan
to be an organ donor--
make healthy choices


Details | Elegy | |

Where are you

You flourished and blurred
like a spark on wind

Gracefully and quickly like a frightened hind
in pursuit of light

You harvested through bushy meadows
taken by blight

In struggle with plight
had you lost your might

And gave out
although never you gave up.

Where are you?
For you must be still there.

For I still can feel you
somewhere in the air.


Details | Elegy | |

THE INCARNATE

 On a day never unseen
 when our souls are called to rest
 And our bodies returned to dust
 From whence they came
 Whether burdened with age
 Or unable to cross life's next stage
 If in bed we Lia in wait
 Or by force others do take

 On a day not unforeseen
 When the key to our creation
 Unlocks the door to mans destruction
 And all hope in life, LOST...!
As men have always been half
 in love with death

 Cyclically life and death move
 For death brings us sorrow
 But a day would come we will all follow
 And when again life is gone
 In new bodies we shall be born

 In whom evil dominates
 A lower being regenerates
 In whom good prevails
 A pure soul avails


Details | Rhyme | |

For Always

Every moment I can't see your face;
These are the days and nights when I miss you.
I ask that you stay for always,
On sunny days and when it rains too.

If I speak to another pretty dame,
She's not the flame inside that grows.
In my heart you will remain;
This one thing I'd like you to know.



©2013 Honestly JT
For Skat -Love's "Under 10" Poetry Contest


Details | ABC | |

Mystic dialogue

There are some dreams that you don't see during the night 
You can just imagine. 
There are some words that you don't hear 
You feel these if you look somebody in the eyes. 
There are some loves that you don't get with a kiss or a hug 
You can touch these with your soul. 

If you can see what you can't see with your eyes 
If you can hear what you can't hear with your ears 
If you can touch what you can't touch with your hands 

Then I will not speak anymore 
Then you will not speak anymore 

Then will speak only our hearts  


Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


Details | Etheree | |

Worry Stone

My 
worry 
stone is a 
piece of clear glass.
Serenity etched
into the face.  I turn
the crystal and caress the 
word with my finger tips.  Cast a
glance - the word is difficult to see.
Lesson - serenity  is felt not seen.


Details | Sestina | |

Patience is the Essence of Life

Idolatry makes me out of patience 
with the people lacking nous in essence, 
flitting away an all too frantic life.

One cannot hurry the lessons in life. 
Adopting great fortitude and patience, 
also childlike belief, is of essence.

Joy comes at a price; the very essence 
of wisdom attained through trials in life. 
Silence: trusty companion of patience.

True patience is the essence of a Life.

Poetry form: Tritina


Details | Verse | |

Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine


Details | Blank verse | |

Clock

Clock!
You sculpt the clay of my life
With your rigid hands,
Shouting your high commands through morning alarms. 
Accusations fly
As you collect your daily payment of attention.

When I find myself savoring life’s sweetness,
You sprint behind my back.
And when pain drops my heart from my chest,
You linger, rubbernecking from the wall.

You enclose the whole of my life
In that circular frame,
Ever spinning in your infinite math,
Drunk with power!

Clock!
I can take no more of your tyranny!
I can afford no more of your triple A battery lunches-
I am afraid you’ve run out of time.
So keep your hands out of my business, I’m sleeping in today.

Jacob Reinhardt							09/05/2013


Details | Blank verse | |

Sea And Space

I see outer space
As the place
To retrace the roots
Of the human race.

I see under the sea
Is where our bodily
Cells first came to be.

Man's heart is in the stars,
Holding onto the dream to reach Mars.
Man's history,
Written in the stars as destiny.

I am but a child,
Born onto this planet turned wild.
I am but a soul
Sent here to alleviate the toll.

I see a sea of stars,
A healing ocean for our scars.
I see an empty crater
As void as our love for our Creator.

Man's fate has
Always been to create.
Man's destiny is to face
The sailing of the vastness of sea and space.


Details | Epic | |

Trilogy


She splendid came before the light of dawn,
Emerged from Halls of deep memoir's efface;
'Let me express my love in eyes and ways,
before death turns me back to granite stone.'

Embraced were we while the winds raced moaning,
our strings of lives joined outside of mute grief;
there was a hope left when the arcane Nymph
fled East, towards the first light of morning.
..............

Unvirtuous sons of metamorphosis,
vociferous assault - lives to degrade,
with cymbals' wrothly thump, my land invade,
drums' beat enacts my apotheosis.

They cut me thrice and once as I slaughter,
grotesque barbarians, that fight entranced;
I prayed to dawns' refulgent light; enhanced
their monstrous growls fly with a twilit bird.

Accented their trilogy - immoral,
from deep wounds - inferior weep their cries,
euphoric Spring forces them to baptize
in anaphoric flowing red to flora.
..............

She splendid came before the light of dawn,
Emerged from Halls of deep memoir's efface;
'Let me express my love in eyes and ways,
before death turns me back to granite stone.'

© G.V. 10-04-2012, All Rights Reserved


Details | List | |

Rules in the eyes of a toddler

If it is off, I must turn it on.
If it is on, I must turn it off.
If it is folded, I must unfold it.
If it is a liquid, it must be shaken, then spilled.
If it a solid, it must be crumbled, chewed, stepped on or smeared.
If it is high, it must be reached.
If it is shelved, it must be unshelved.
If it is pointed, it must be run with at top speed.
If it has leaves, they must be picked.
If it is plugged, it must be unplugged.
If it is not trash, it must be thrown away.
If it is in the trash, it must be removed, inspected, and thrown on the floor.
If it is closed, it must be opened.
If it does not open, it must be screamed at.
If it has drawers, they must be rifled.
If it is a pencil, it must write on the refrigerator, monitor, or table.
If it is full, it will be more interesting emptied.
If it is empty, it will be more interesting full.
If it is a pile of dirt, it must be laid upon.
If it is stroller, it must under no circumstances be ridden in without protest. It must be pushed by me instead.
If it has a flat surface, it must be banged upon.
If Mommy's hands are full, I must be carried.
If Mommy is in a hurry and wants to carry me, I must walk alone.
If it is paper, it must be torn.
If it has buttons, they must be pressed.
If the volume is low, it must go high.
If it is toilet paper, it must be unrolled on the floor.
If it is a drawer, it must be pulled upon.
If it is a toothbrush, it must be inserted into my mouth.
If it has a faucet, it must be turned on at full force.
If it is a phone, I must talk to it.
If it is a bug, it must be swallowed.
If it doesn't stay on my spoon, it must be dropped on the floor.
If it is not food, it must be tasted.
If it IS food, it must not be tasted.
If it is dry, it must be made wet with drool, milk, or toilet water.
If it is a car seat, it must be protested with arched back.
If it is Mommy, must make her dirty
If it is sibling, must slap,kick,and fight.
If it has four legs, must squeeze tight until makes noise
If big person is on phone, must make lots of noise
If tv is not on cartoons, scream until they are
If food is not good, throw it, refuse to eat it and cry until big people give you something good


Details | Rhyme | |

THE GAME OF LIFE

Life is like a game of sport, Where skills can get you by. Goals are the targets to aim for, But sometimes direction is Too wide or too high. Yet you continue playing the game. As you learn by your mistakes. You feel good whenever You score the points, Grateful when given the breaks. Sometimes the crowd is with you. Sometimes you stand alone, But aware of who is the linesman Responsibility for action your own.... Life is about achievement, Yet disappointments and failure too Are also part of its' structure, Though its' playing is down to you. You can accept life has its' mishaps With courage to see them through. And make your targets clear and straight When in your power to do, Or you can give up without even trying Any of the challenges life passes to you..... You have the potential to be a winner By using all the skills you possess, And if you trust in life and value yourself As a person you'll be a success... Life's pitch is laid out before you. Run the course with your head and your heart, But remember what matters Is not winning or losing But how each plays their given part. So make sure to give it your very best shot Making your aims honest and true. And try to have faith in the rest of the team, Then Life will be a Winner for you. I wrote this for our Godson when he was a teenager He was and still is into football..


Details | Rhyme | |

THE SEVEN DIVISIONS OF WOMANHOOD

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.



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A Soul Awakened

The warm light calls me
And all the people who cries for thee
I raise my hand in this abyss
Only to make one wish
To float among the others
With all my sisters and brothers
I call out for forgiveness with passion
I take their pain into myself for this occasion
The moment that I see the sky
I will not look back and cry
My body is laying still
People standing by it with a chill
The air gets dense with sadness
I would not think of it less
Some people look up and down
To see the light hit the ground
Some can vision the uplifting feeling they see
One soul that has been and always be
It is special to notice such aberration 
And that might be how souls are awaken


Details | Free verse | |

Life in Cubicle

The Noose is tightening.
The 5’s and 10’s yanked from our hands and aching backs 
Are spent on band-aids:
A last stand effort to plug the holes in our hearts
When the price of drowning is only getting higher
So we turn to tiny acts of thievery
Taxes prettied up, cashiers uncorrected,
Stealing at the edges because we’re backed into corners, 
Corners
Glittering with promises corners
Dripping with possibility,
With Island resort wallpaper
Sold in bulk at Wal-Mart for
Profit: A trail of crumbs called America-
Which has curdled our souls and we love it!
And hate it and gossip about it and think obsessively about it and then
We find the most expensive friends our looks can afford,
Shopping for substance (50% off)
Staring through the eye of a screen 
Light speed in pursuit of heaven on earth (Ignore the plastic)-
Until pop!
We die of ADHD. 
Never having had the chance to smell the genetically modified roses.
Never having had the chance to see through this kingdom of ideas
As we served out our sentence to life in cubicle.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/24/2013


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Compelled

What motivation drives her infant feet
to push back at the ground she knows so well?
What causes her to suddenly rebel
and with the savage walking world compete?
To pull herself upright on virgin legs - 
were years of crawling all too much to bear?
Or was she quite abruptly made aware
that dirty floors are but for she who begs?

How quickly in adulthood we profess
our hatred of the view from there below,
but from the crawl we learn to live with grace:
In knowing well its grave submissiveness,
in wanting to allow ourselves to grow,
we teach our legs to stand firm in their place.


Details | Couplet | |

The Library Man

How often do you visit the Library? And what do you see?
I see oceans and seas of books plus a homeless man doing zzz’s..
He’d apparently been reading before, he fell deep asleep.
He can stay there, they say, as long as he doesn’t lie down to sleep.
Sitting up is OK and of course, as long as he doesn’t create a scene.

He’s kind and gracious and a little strange but can debate any role
When he walked over, we had a talk about the devil verses mind control.
Without asking, what he really wanted was someone to buy him lunch.
There’s a McDonalds two doors down from where we were bunched.
I don’t know what I expected when he woke up and looked around.

But when I asked if he was homeless he wasn’t fazed at all.
Yes, I have been for a while, he said, but my boat will soon come in.
And I realized the library is a warm, safe place to relax and to be.
And the librarians seem content to just let him be.
In the end, I was sorry I couldn’t buy him that lunch.

But recently, my abilities to do so had become a little stretched.
I used to buy the books I read… now the library is more my taste.
I just hope if it comes to that… he’ll graciously share this place.
The library even has computers from where you could write.
And the people there are varied and really rather kind.

I’m on the edge but whole family’s once prosperous are already there.
Cheap hotel rooms in even cheaper hotels, once skirted are full.
The jobs don’t pay for anything more. They are: Bitter, Disgruntled, Lost.
Needed are better and more jobs to re-establish the American Dream.
To give them some hope so they can go back there again…
And don’t just act toward them… like they’re your library man…
Give them back their American Dream as best you can.

Voice of Reason Contest


Details | Senryu | |

Lies

Only a few words
Spoken strong with liberty
Ever misleading


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Incapacity That Can Shape A Shattered Heart


Every life has courage
Every life can see the light
Every life can see the truth 
Every life is a priceless piece

Every day can be trailblazing
Everyday dialect has an exact mannerism
Every day has clues that suggest steadiness 
Every day has prolific languages 

Everything brought you here
Everything implies you still have a chance
Everything from the yesteryear breathes inside you
Everything is an avocation that you exist 

Every second entails presumptions centered on phenomena’s
Every second of apprehension can encumber the last
Every second devours time
Every second gave you a venture to be here now

Every one of us desires permanency
Every one of us strains to attain 
Every one of us has distinctions
Every one of us has a speech
Every one of us can generate a spark


Every Life
Every Day
Everything 
Every Second
Everyone Of Us 
Can Make a Difference


Details | Senryu | |

' Do The Math ... ' ( 35th Senryu )

‘Do The Math … ’      35th   Senryu

          Defeating Censure
   Thru All My Years of Tenure
       Tells You … ‘ Go Figure ! ‘


Details | Ballade | |

Life's been good

LIfe's been good

Life has been good to me
I have no real complaints
Oh yes, I've had my ups and downs
I have never been a saint
But I have sampled many things
And I have lived them all
I've been a hero in some ways
And I have been a fool.

Adventurer I've never been
I've mainly read or wrote
But I have strived to be myself
Not a book somebody wrote
Though life has kicked me once or twice
It's been a jolly ride
And I have learned with each new day
To take life in its sride

And I rejoice, I do
At all thats been and done
They've all brought me home to this
This new born, rising sun
And I don't know what God is
Or whatever there might be
All I know is some strange power
It really must love me.

22 September 2013 @ 1420hrs.                                             


Details | Free verse | |

To Be, or Not To Be: That is the Question.

To be, or not to be: that is the question.

O’, to be unseen by the hands of the greater good!
Fettered with ignorance, a bliss more wanton than the love
Of a willing beauty; higher than the unknown
Depths of stars on a black hole journey; richer than
Humus long unturned by the spade of time – to be
Unmarked and bare - unknowing of what is, truly, is
The forethought of a hindsight never claimed.

Yet, to be known and to know, is the means of
The seeker, the listener, and the master of blood!
To be is within and without, the stars and the earth,
The state of no mind, and the keeper of no time;
The light in the darkest dark – unbound is this
Striving, from a heart meant to endure! But alas,
A torment follows the lit up singular, the gold
Amongst flesh, for all the world wishes to possess
Its worth; to know it intimately – to siphon its essence
From its stock piled earned, and spit each transmuted 
Cell into the dust of a desperate house;
To dust beneath the feet, of unwavering laws.

To be is death - a dying into blindness, reborn
Without a stage; unseen by hands that widdle away
Their time on precarious planks, not knowing
A thing about those who see their folly,
Nor the consequence of their unending ignorance.

To be, or not to be: there is no question.









The first line here is from the Grand Master, Shakespeare's Hamlet, act 3, scene 1...To be or 
not to be:that is the question....best line ever.


Details | Rhyme | |

4:20, Four- Twenty, The Earth Day Birthday

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Blank verse | |

The Dust God

I am drifting into memories.
Wasting away like a million photographs fading in the sun-
Yet with ceaseless renewal,
Staining the depths of my eyes with images
In the minds shutter ever fluttering to infinity,
Stringing together this conscious stream I play in-
My stupendous God made of dust and space
Tightrope walking existence!
And to think we too are made of mostly nothing-
Chance so scarcely gracing our atoms with a single touch
In a place so lonely when counted, 
Yet so abounding when felt!
So dance with the Dust God 
Poised miles above the earth-
Prance on your stilts, 
And peek into the great valleys beneath his skin.
Because any moment we could disappear 
Into


Jacob Reinhardt	
9/19/2013


Details | Verse | |

I wanna be free

I wanna drink Tequila with some Mexicans
and smoke ganja with some Jamaicans
and get high

I wanna dance in Africa
and kiss the sun in the Serengeti 
and spend nights moon bathing in the sky

I wanna own the wind
and give shout outs to powers within

I wanna be free of sin
I wanna not be able to give in to temptations
unless it's dancing to the rhythm of change
I wanna hear all the angels clapping and shouting my name

Sometimes I visit different planes of thought
and I realize that I am already those things
and it feels a bit strange
So I wait for my subconscious to realize
that truly enlightening day

I yearn for a feast of knowledge
and I incessantly pray
that I can co-exist with the universe
I began to look within it's soul source
and I saw myself sowing seeds of poetry and music and dance
I saw myself climbing mountains and overcoming circumstance 

I saw beautiful rings of green and gold and purple lilacs 
growing by a stream
I saw myself happy to just be
surrounded by the rhythm of the breeze
because yes it does have one
I follow it when I feel the need to become
more aware
And I train my heart through knowledge and meditation
and I write to the pain I bare. 

I produce chances to reflect upon for granted luxuries of life
I see myself with an abundance of blessings without a price

I wanna continue to love.
I wanna continue to believe.
But I what I don't want that feeling to do
is continue to 
leave.


Details | Epigram | |

FATE

FATE


Conceived was I in the vastness of infinite
Time,
Developed in the womb of never dying
Cosmos,
Born under the watchful eyes of the vault 
Of heavens, 
Breast-fed by destiny’s inescapable
Commands
And
Nurtured by the laws of unyielding   
Providence, 

Thus  

The unswerving path of fate, now, obediently to 
Follow I have! 



 © Demetrios Trifiatis
   06 NOVEMBER 2013


Details | Sonnet | |

Goodbye to Goodbye 1

Goodbye to goodbye

Ageing, diseases and the dreaded death
All should be happy saying goodbye to.
Focused on this goal moves research on health
Progress they make which rises our hopes too.
 
Certain people through religion do this search
Immortality being its stated aim
“Dissecting nature like they do in research
Will lead us nowhere”, some of them do claim.

Yoga and meditation some prescribe
Citing rare instances of its success
Practices they painstakingly describe
Which makes one doubt if it’s not in excess.

Here’s hoping for a breakthrough of merit
Who cares if it’s through science or spirit. 

@ 24/Nov/12

For Harry Horsman’s “ Goodbye” contest.


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus to Iran

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

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

Other news shall show
Western television screens
But we wont forget

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


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?


Details | Free verse | |

The Greatest Gift Given

15 years old.
It was a brain tumor, they’d said.

Holding past the current;
undertow of reality slapping
my fragility cold –
(steel bars won’t hold water –
movement always finds its way)

O’, how the lies twist!

Twist like the dusty branches
on an old, gray apple,
holding appraising rooks 
from another’s waking nightmare.

Suicide, they tell me now.

A menagerie of years too late.
Oh…and by the way,
he’s not your real father;
your real father was dead to you
the moment he found out.

This guy’s just The Black-Maker –
(mother stealer; innocence taker)
a mass of dark waiting to fall;
waiting to burrow beneath light skin
(so dark, even the sun lost hope)

exponentially surrendering -
stuck on repeat.
The temper of blood lost, melting
my thin ice –
can you sense the coiled, un-leashed?

Like a waking May snake
tasting the indifferent air for the first time 
since snow;
out of its burrow, and striking 
its own skin ripe;
bleeding my vinegar still, sweet;

distilling a wicked brew (a science
experiment gone bad)
until the steel breaks
and every molecule of unoccupied space
is reduced to motes; unseen in the shadow
of its dying host.

A ticking time-bomb:
Sex, drugs, drinking – all manner
of loose cutting;
memory re-making, recapturing of
her long dead ghost, exhumed 
from its protective bed
of lies –

and how that double edge twists
to this day.
Only now, it twists in wind through 
my reclaimed space.
The sign across my chest reading,
OCCUPIED, instead of
SPACE FOR RENT.

37 years old.
It was suicide. This I know –
lies all told. But,
it was also her greatest gift –
her young life tolled; my life,
paid in full through the tears of time.

(dried up like an ancient river still baring 
the scars of once was…)
From one parent to their child,
the gift of life remains the greatest gift 
of all.

Nothing was ever taken from me.
No…only given -
un-leashed; un-bound; un-coiled.
My own struggle baring weight -
her wrongs come to my light -
I am the Light-Maker now,
and as straight and long as the journey
from one star to the next; and the next, and on.

I have stopped fighting my past and embraced it.
Thanks to all, (life/her/them/Him)
I am learned and open as renewed hope
from the heart
of God.


*For Michael's Un-Twisted contest. This is part of how I un-tiwsted what came to me twisted; 
how I un-did my knots, and gave thanks for those knots instead of trying to fight them.


Details | Rhyme | |

Welcome To Grandparents Day

We would like to welcome you,
To our celebration created just for the people who,
Are significant members of our family tree.
We love you indeed.
You’ve guided us to achieve many goals.
We want to be like you.
Grandma and grandpa we hold you dear to our hearts,
And even when you’re gone we’ll carry your legacy,
On to our future members of the family tree.
Today we want you to view,
What we hold in our hearts oh so true.
We welcome and value you,
So sit back relax and enjoy the program
Designed for you involving your grand boys and girls.
Grandparents you make our world go round,
And we hope that you enjoy our gracious sounds.


Details | I do not know? | |

Tomorrow

Yesterday I thought about what I'm writing today
I know I'm holding the pen right now
A clean white page between my hands
Getting darker and darker
Every time the pen runs into it
What I don’t know
Is whether the pen will reach his goal
Or fall down before finishing this letter
Because I know nothing about tomorrow

Tomorrow is a mysterious ghost
Barley seen so far away
It could be an angle
A demon
Or maybe a black cloud
By the weakest wisp of wind
It breaks
Flushes away
Like it all was nothing

Tomorrow is an ocean
Noise of high waves fighting
Filling the air around
You never know what it holds deep inside
Is it jewels and pearls
Or the red reckless  death?

Tomorrow is out of mind
Tomorrow is out of sight
Even when someone raises his foot
He never knows
Will it land next on the edge of his palace
Or the edge of his grave

Tomorrow is a chest
Filled with secrets and mysteries
Visions spinning around
Minds with which are bound
Eyes tracking it down
But it never reveals a secret

I can imagine tomorrow now
Sitting on his throne
Looking at our hopes and wishes
So naïve and ridiculous
Smiling in petty
Telling himself
If they could know they're collecting heritage
If they could know they're building destruction
They wouldn't bother

Man has removed every obstacle
Digged deep into the ground
Took stairs to the sky
Lived between its stars
Dived in the deep seas
Stolen their treasures
Traveled by his mind to the oldest centuries
He could barely hear the mind talks
His intelligence revealed every secret
Opened every door
But he fell so hopeless
So Powerless
In front of tomorrow's door
Couldn't open it
Couldn’t even dare to knock

You strange mysterious ghost
Hidden behind the mask of unknown
May you move your mask a bit
So we can see a little detail of your face
Or not
Just come a little closer
Maybe we could see how you look like from behind the mask
We really miss you
Our hearts have melted down
Waiting for you 

Tomorrow,
We have wishes
Some are big
Some are tiny
And so many hopes
Either good or bad
Tell us about them
How will they end up
Will you treat them with humility
Or with a little respect

No tomorrow,
Keep your secrets inside your chest
Keep your mask on
Never tell us a thing 
So our souls won't die of greave
We are alive by hopes
Even if they are false
Happy with our wishes
Even if they were just lies

Man's life is nothing but wishes
If they fade away
Then life will be next!


Details | Free verse | |

Poetic Robbery

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Acrostic | |

Jesus

Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children


Details | Narrative | |

A TRAGEDY OF PRIDE hubris or BIRD BRAIN

                     A TRAGEDY OF PRIDE ( hubris)
                       

In the Arctic nights the jazz born North Lights sound
with a music of their own. Fair winds ferry fragile birds--
take to the skies in search of sympathetic warmth profound

while white breathless silence magnifies each sound as it is heard
and few venture forth, like bears they dash to find a haven
where they can hide until reluctantly the sun has stirred--

But, there is one jay bird who is not one of nature’s craven
creatures-- Waiting for a spring call from his mate, he hops into the hungry snow
to dance a dangerous dance in icy morning with the ravens.

There is a God flung magic that dashes high above the haughty human know
among the ancient secret kingdoms of the mystery sky--
And there it is that Wisdom’s Word is spread by wing and wayward winds that blow

their way in worldwide splendor and intricate magnificence that defies
the mind of man.  It is a truth that dalliance in vanity is inborn---
Man or bird, into the nature of some spirits-- it low lies

and becomes incited when grand fame or imagined glory has been shorn
by another .  And , so-- in Persia when the Prince of Peacocks heard
murmurs of the razzing ravens and the sassy sparrows high sky airborne

a proclamation that the World knew now there lived a peerless bird--
plucky-proud, surpassing the peacock -- Jay magnificent with a spirit daunting, a weight
of valiant blue in shades escaped of double rainbows, color-blurred

who bedazzled all nature’s eyes and winds of ear, that judiciously beheld each trait.
The peacock, no longer Highest Prince of Birds, screamed a terrible and cosmic sound
of jealousy.   Ignoring all the glory that still made him great--
the vain and foolish peacock fell-- stunned and breathless to the ground.




Victoria Anderson-Throop  2012 ©
Written in Juja, Kenya
Bird is Stellar Jay, common in Valdez, Alaska


Details | Concrete | |

Poetry Piled Up

I am a native criminal artistic creative poet/
against all odds a convict of christ in society, I must not stay below it/ 
This is my time 2 shine people, da tattooed face over society I must out grow it/
 I show no love for those who show none for me/
 I just most recently been incarcerated so my objective is 2 remain free/
 But it hard for a mutha ****in strrugglin addict half breed/ 
I struggle wit my own DUALITY, because my whole life revolves around 2 BE OR NOT 2 BE/ Im a educated Hustler starting back from scratch once again/ 
**** my families help especially my soul called friendz/
 Prison I want to say NEVER AGAIN/ But Still Im a self made huslter/
 Still a type 2 give a **** mutha ****er/ 
I show respect and loyalty I live by the Code, I keep my eyes open, ears alert and mouth shut/
 I gots to give a ****/
 same thing everyday is where im stuck/ 
I live by the code of silence/A man of peace so its a last resort to violence/ 
this my poetry now I slowly pile it....


Details | Pantoum | |

Virginity

Back to back we are bound
Hands tied, yet we defend
A treasure quite profound
Thought highly of by men

Hands tied yet we defend
Our innocence and pride
That for many has been bent
And, some have thrown aside

Our innocence and pride
Worth more than you possess
Although daily we are tried 
We are stronger than the rest

Worth more than you possess
Women own the power
Some sell it upon request
We prefer you climb the tower

Women own the power
A treasure quite profound
We prefer you climb the tower
Back to back we are bound

-Miranda Lambert-
**I will dedicate this to my little sister when she’s a little older :-)**
~Contest: Back to Back by: Paula Swanson~ 


Details | Free verse | |

THIS WHOLE SEX THING


FORGIVE ME THAT I HAVEN'T BEEN THROUGH THIS WHOLE SEX THING,
DON'T KNOW OF THESE ORGIES OR  THE BACUS PARTIES,
DON'T KNOW OF SOME OTHER WOMAN'S CURVES,
OF SOME OTHER SCENT, EITHER STRONG OR WEAK,
DON'T KNOW OF THE WETNESS OF SOME OTHER VAGINA,
NOT ABOUT TWO MEN IN ME,
MORE THAN A SINGLE PENIS TOUCHING MY FEELINGS.
NO, UNFORTUNATELY I DIDN'T HAVE THESE PLEASURES
FROM THE HOOKERS,
WHIPS, ECSTASY,THREESOMES, SWING.
SORRY, I DON'T KNOW THESE BEDS,
WASN'T LUCKY ENOUGHT TO HAVE THAT KIND OF COURAGE.
NEVER GOT BEAT UP WITH A BELT,
NEVER HUNG ON THE CEILING,
NEVER STUFFED ME WITH DRUGS,
NEVER SAW UNREALISTIC IMAGES
NOR SAID ABUSIVE WORDS
WHILE THEY CALLED ME WHORE
OR WHILE THEY SPANKED ME
IN SEARCH OF A MASOQUIST PLEASURE.
POOR ME, NEVER BROKE THE TABOOS
CUMMING IN SOMEONE I BARELY KNOW,
NEVER TASTED DOZENS OF DIFFERENT NUDES,
RAGGED TIMES TEN INSIDE OUT
FOR BEING DRENCHED IN DIFFERENT SPERMS,
HAVING COUPLES BETWEEN MY LEGS
THAT I DON'T EVEN KNOW THE NAMES,
WHERE THEY LIVE, WHAT THEY WEAR OR WHAT THEY EAT.
NEVER PIERCED ME WITH PINS
THEY HAVE NEVER MADE ME A TOY.
NEVER TASTED AN ORGASM
WITH  PUBLIC WATCHING,
NEVER ENDED WITH APPLAUSE,
NEVER TRIPPED ON EXHAUSTED MEN
LYING ON MY LIVING ROOM RUG,
DRUNK FROM ALCOHOL
BURNING FROM ALL THEIR HOLES...

I HAVE JUST WHISPERED " I LOVE YOU" ,
ABSORBED ONE MANS JOY,
DROVE MY NAILS IN JUST ONE BODY,
RIPPED  A FEW SHIRTS,
ANSWERED TO JUST AN UNIQUE TOUCH.
I HAVE ONLY MEMORIZED HIS SIGNALS,
HIS SCARS
AND I HAVE ONLY KNOWN HIS CARNIVALS,
HIS FAULTS,
HIS MOANS AND HIS MANY GROANS.
WHAT A SHAME THAT I HAVE BEEN A GEISHA
FOR ONLY ONE MANS DESIRE
AND ONE IRRESISTIBLE "LET ME...".
BACK, SIDE, FRONT
ABOVE, BELOW, IN BETWEEN
I HAVE BEEN WHAT HE WANTED ME TO BE;
DAME, PROSTITUTE, ANIMAL, HUMAN
LADY, CRETIN, FATAL AND SWEET
BUT ALWAYS HIS,
NAKED ONLY IN FRONT OF HIM...

BUT NOW, WHAT WILL WE DO?
I STILL CAN LEARN ABOUT SEX
BUT WHO COULD TEACH HIM  LOVE?

PATRICIA EVANS


Details | Free verse | |

The Power in Perspective

at your own burial
maybe there will be tears
but maybe what is living in those tears
are galaxies of stars
moons and space and the always present
truth 
that we can never grasp
what is so eternally bigger than ourselves
that it breaks our hearts to love
and that time is created 
yet somehow exists, entirely on it's own
we will cry at the small shape of our lives
that we could only mold if we realized that it was putty
we are infinitely big
and we are infinitely small
we must look from one
with hopes for the other


Details | Epic | |

Scent of Paddy Flower

Scent Of Paddy Flower

                                   By Goutam Hazra

           1
Reminiscence

My father told me 
first time 
I was just a boy then,
“Follow the scent of paddy flower
move with the wind it carries,
surely you will go to heaven.”

I remember
he would catch 
fistful of wind
bring near to my face
and wonder,
“Isn’t it godly!”

Magically, opened his hand
but I never felt
what scent he meant.
            
             2
Days of kind rain

“Son, see the misty wind
rushing all over the paddy field
comes every year
to drink the scent of paddy flower.”

Mere as a boy
I could see only
tides of a green plane
touching my little finger
and racing far… too far.
I would ask  
“Where have they gone?”
Smiled my father 
and said
“Did not you listen,
they are going to heaven,
call the goddess then,
‘come goddess dear’
we all are ready with paddy flower.”




Curious was my face,
“Papa, then?”

“Goddess will arrive smiling
her feet will be here
there
everywhere.
Seeing a pot in her hand
all those paddy flowers
delighted, will open their mouth more wider
and life will be poured…”

“Where these flowers come from?”

Remained my father smiling
speaking all his mind
looking high at sky
asked me to see there
spoke he again.

“Rain, rain, kind monsoon rain
on the first day of its shower
kind rain would ask me to come here
with bagful of paddy seeds,
‘let seeds be spread all over,
let its eternal relation with soil
be the fertilizer’
when all said is done
waiting rain 
starts showering its kind
make visible hiding life in the abyss of seed.
Happy wind changes color
being green all around
waits for the day
when the wind would smell the scent of paddy flower.”

Days passed by,
kind rain was still in waiting
sometimes hidden beyond horizon
or simply making sun blind with its smoky face
and whenever wind said,
‘Dry I’m now’
quenched the thirst.

Someday wind played naughty with sun
asked kind rain to make it misty
and with brushes of sun rays 
painted a rainbow on the face of east sky.


Wait was over
green field blossomed with flowers
and wind said,
“Fill in my heart
with scent of flower
I shall bring life…”

Happy was my father’s voice
“Rain, rain, kind monsoon rain
said so
green wind brining life 
did so
scent of paddy flower
is made so.
Bare footed be here
print your soul
in the dust of this soil
kind rain will come
green wind being there
life will be yours 
beautiful
simple
with the scent of paddy flower.”
           
             3
Cruel entropy

How old was I then
nine or ten
my father looked up
up to the sky
again and again
for a month long
only to see 
change of sky’s color
from the color of a summer day to a long humid night.
Dry wind cried at last
over my father’s sweating body
“Rain, rain O kind rain, where have you gone.”

One day sudden
kind rain came again.
Cried to my father
“Why no green wind came this year
from ocean 
to bring me here.
Desert wind why
dry my breath
seeds you have sown
how could I then
enliven with my rain.”

Question 
many question
my father had asked the rain.

Short-lived, hurried rain could spell its last breath,
“I am not that rain 
as was your friend,
I am the curse of dying forest
I am the ghost of all pollution
I am born out of acid weather…”

Who knew, it left for where?

My father cried 
As kind rain left him alone
hiding in a dry wind’s bone.

My father was still
going every morning
asking the soil
in vain
if soil could alone
make the paddy flowers to be born.

Year passed by,
came back the time, 
for green wind to bring kind rain.

Rain came one day.

But why
as a cloudburst
treacherous
roaring always
pouring unwanted
like an unkind monster
flooded misery
in the life of a simple farmer?
           
            4
Relinquishment

Dumb remained my father
for days together
sad was his voice at last,
“Run away, son, run away from here,
sky rain wind
river village land;
thread of this garland
who cuts it
go, stop now there hand.”

Draught and flood,
uncertainty of life 
changed my mind 
as of a farmer’s son.
Books, studies and education
reasons, truth and compassion
might have had fulfilled my father’s mission.

But… 
Does not this civilization
converts us 
as the products to do more production.
Run, run and run 
run ahead of time
let be it, at the cost of inhaling killer tension,
stress taking  over your life.
Insomnia, cholesterol or cynicism
is our success’s companion? 
‘A’ is shaped as ‘B’
and ‘B’ is sold as ‘C’.
Modification
innovation
sophistication
but I found the basic
what it remain
as life’s supreme conviction 
‘simply a fist full of paddy
and its grain’.

             5
Scent of life

So here, I am again
standing in front of this green plane
searching for the shadow of my father.
Green wind surrounds my existence
I can see the dance of those bunches.
My mind whispers to my ear
echoes those words of my father, 
“Bare footed be here
print your soul
in the dust of this soil
rain will come
green wind being there
life will be yours 
beautiful
simple
with the scent of paddy flower.”

I never felt so,
what I smell now 
is the scent of paddy flower.




















Details | Free verse | |

Conspiracy: Who Killed The Easter Bunny

A crowded table, all suspended in shock 
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Loud cries arise from the elongated table,
Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable
To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable
For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

They searched for hours, called in C.S.I,
Panic set in, would the children all cry?
Sandman confirmed the bunny had died
Batman suspected somebody had lied
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Guests were quizzed, interrogations began
The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran,
Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van
But was stopped in his tracks by superman
SANTA KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY!


Details | Villanelle | |

Levitate

This is a day for separation
allow a stillness to unfold
in solitude, the revelation

sees above expectation
of what we are forever told
this is.  A day for separation

from hesitance and trepidation
within the sharply shattered mold
of solitude, the revelation

of wisdom, silence’s fascination
and what we will forever hold
“this is a day”.  For separation

yields conscious manifestation
we nearly lost within this fold
of solitude.  The revelation

brings onset of alteration:
forever fear, frighteningly bold!
This is a day for separation
in solitude (the revelation).


Details | Rhyme | |

My Symbol of Joy

Belly round like a pot
Always smiling at his lot
Where I found him I forgot
The laughing Buddha short and squat


Details | Verse | |

Destiny vs Choices

Along life`s dusty ol`highway
We`ll meet one huge set of destinies
..and another giant set of choices
During the uncertain walk of life
Destiny puts you in place
Choices you make refines your destiny


A.Ertsland
August 24th 2012


Details | Haiku | |

Forgetting

Whilst we are raindrops,
we forget we are water.


Details | Ballad | |

Pan and Satan

Pan and Satan.

One morning I was walking in my garden
When old Jupiter came up close to me.
And standing by his side stood fair Demeter
Who smiled at me so warm and tenderly.
She said “my son we’ve come to give our blessings
And we’ve a story we would like to tell.
Of how the great God Pan turned into Satan
And child I hope that you will listen well.

For Pan he was the god of natures beauty
And he wore no taint till Satan came along.
He’d play his pipes so gaily in the meadows
Though sometimes there was mischief in his song.

Then Satan said to pan “well I don’t give a damn
I’m going to steal your horns and make you me.
Then I’ll build a master plan and strike some fear in man
So always he will live in misery.
And that’s the way old Pan became young Satan
Yet still the old one dances deep within.
But if the two had never joined together
Then where would dwell the ugliness of sin.

1990


Details | Rhyme | |

Birthday Wishes

Your whole life lies in front of you to do with what you may.
There are dreams to dream, and days you’ll scream, and times you’ll need to 
pray.

Never be afraid to go after what you want no matter how hard it seems.
The only way we can fail in this life is when we give up on our dreams.

Always remember to be true to yourself, don’t pretend to be something else, be 
who you really are.
Don’t let this cruel world change you inside, keep hope in your soul, and trust in 
yourself and you will always go far.

Just remember now and forever I will always be here.
Ready to teach and ready to learn and ready to hold you near.

Hold on to my hand, hug my heart, and know that you’re safe with me.
After all you’re still my little girl and I hope you will always be.


Details | Narrative | |

WHY TRUST

Love?  But he always hurt you.  

Can’t leave the punk?  But he is abusive.  

In too deep?  Just leave him! 

Alone?  Isn’t that the best way to be?  

Need someone to lean on?  But the world is crazy.  

Want to share your thoughts?  Just pray to the Lord!  

Joe you wrong.  The color woman was suppressed by the white man for too long.  And now you want to fight.  I dare you to strike me like that.  

Why do I trust?  Any man today is a wrongdoer!

Intimacy?  But you should want to be free.  

Need to be loved? But you just end a relationship with a no good thug.  

Want comfort?  Why not find you a support group!

Depressed?  Isn’t by yourself a way to think.  

Need someone to talk to?  But people are not true.  

Desire a best friend?  I am always here!  

Steven isn’t good for moral support.  He will seek you for sex and enjoyment.  You say you are depressed and stressed from to many bad relationships.  

Why do you want to trust without healing?  

Not yourself?  But that’s because of what you been through.  

Can’t find sense?  But that’s within reason of the pain you feel, Honey Boo.  

Colors?  You have suffered now it is time to heal.  

Want to go out?  That’s it!  Learn to help yourself.  The world can be deep.  In depth you become to the life you live.  No time to hide what you feel.  Maybe a day to cry and then go out and chill!  

Want a drink?  Not so fast.  

Want to drown your sorrows as usual?  No time for addiction or developing bad habits.  Trust your instincts and know things will get better!  It is a sad thing to see a friend become a substance abuser.  You know what is wrong but can’t do nothing at all but tell her to not drink to solve any issue.  If you find that they are strong, you know they have listened.  

Want to scream?  

Why not do that to let out the steam?  This will help you to cope and not make a mistake to trust before you know him.  

Want to smile?  Just smile!  You also seem to desire affection.  You say this would be just a simple friend that cannot go against you.  But you don’t state whether that is me.  I am best kept as it seems.  Let’s sing and sing.  Let’s enjoy the life we live.  

Must you trust your heart with somebody?  You don’t.  Just wait until the time has come.  You can be by yourself for a while.  If you need a smile, humor your mind.  Never letting anyone one in and then before you know it you have met the prefect man. 

Why trust when you can be free?  

Why need anybody?  Love is true to those who define true meaning.  

Why trust when he is misleading?

User Name: Verlena
Psuedonym: Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Motif: Betrayal
Entry Date: February 26, 2014


Details | Sonnet | |

WHERE NOTHING MATTERS

Imagine a world where nothing matters
Think about it for a second, really
No questions like, was it worth it anymore
Not seeing the point of a world in tatters

Consider; if no one felt any fear
And people with confidence and no doubt
If they carried their dreams above themselves
Knowing how useless, all that they hold dear

Envision this world of variety
A kaleidoscope that creates a self
Picture each individual lonely
But deep inside there is homogeny

Day after day the cosmos continues
Then a final day where nothing matters

©david byrne jan 2013 


Details | Tanka | |

The crowd is untrue

The crowd is untrue,
Thus the need to stand aloof,
...Honestly be friends
With an honest few, is right.
Aye, the key to the victory.

Cower not under
The impulse of consumerism,
Since you aren't a beast.
Thus, to set things as always,
Means giving the best in you.


Details | Light Poetry | |

My ghetto (Pondering)

Ponder this thought my brothers and sisters with me…it’s just an observation 

from someone who has seen the same things you see, night after night as I 

walk the streets.

Who made that sister sell her body just to be able to buy your crack?

Who made that brother shoot another brother in the head, all over a piece of 

land that neither of them owns?


Who made that sister have a baby at just 15 when she couldn’t even afford to 

feed it or give it a decent home?

Who made that brother throw that trash in our streets, who told him he could 

write graffiti anywhere he please?

Who told that brother that just because he wears his pants hanging off his but 

makes him look cool?

Ponder my brothers now can you picture this with me...what if we stop trying to 

live black and instead just be black and do what we all just need to do to do 

right in life? 

What if we each took responsibility for ourselves and stop blaming other races 

and people for a ghetto we are each creating by the way we each are acting? 

So, you tired of this ghetto and you wanna get out? Then take a good hard 

look at yourself my brother or sister's and make sure that you are not the one 

who is contributing to turning this place into a ghetto instead of a place you can 

call your home.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Mission Statement

I'll be as kind as I can be, practicing sincerity.
I'll do my best at what I'm best at doing,
but what I can't do well, I won't be ruing!

For Rick Parise's 1-3 Line Poetry - 
Your Life "Mission Statement" Poetry Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

WE ARE THE LAST DISCIPLES

We should all know that we come from a chaotic past,
To an info-tech age moving way to fast.
In our lives sometimes we are at our lowest low;
We all need a rope, a helping hand that will grab tight and never let go.
“Did you ever comfort or help someone that was old?”
“Did you ever give a homeless person a place to go or food when it was cold?”
Have you held a door for someone entering or exiting a store?
Or do you hurry in yourself, thinking "it's really not your chore".
In life each road is long, though short it seems, but it is definitely  longer.
To where each road meets just the same, but we can make it better. 
In life all roads lead to where we go,
Help someone less fortunate and be their hero.
We are the fatalities of greed, and we are fixated over getting younger.
In this rich and blessed world we still endure hunger.
We should not be judged by our religion or the color of our face,
Because in the end, we're all running this same race.
Some of us are not heading in the same direction but hoping to go to the same 
place.
By now I was hoping and praying that love is what we desire to embrace.
We must take control of our actions today;
Or the children of tomorrow will be the one's to pay.

Kindness is the golden chain by which society is bound together. 
- Johann von Goethe

Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see. 
- Mark Twain




Details | Rhyme | |

A Better Way

There must have been a better way.
There's just no way around it.
Family and friends kept saying so;
But, somehow, I've never found it.

Honestly, I really never looked,
Thought life was treating me well;
But to hear those folks tell it,
My life's a living Hell

Always fraught with bad decisions...
In their opinions, I should say.
I'm sure they all wonder how
I make it through each day.

They could by right, I guess;
Although I must say,
If they were all as happy as I,
They would think they'd found a better way.


Details | Ballad | |

An eye for an eye

Though I am not considered to be a Christian, [I love most religions] But I lover to read the gospels of Mark and Mathew, so I wrote them all in verse...Peter

Eye for Eye.

Folk were listening to our lord
Such a crowd had gathered round
The news of this enigma
Had spread from town to town.
The multitudes all came to him
To hear the words he spake
He’d been speaking there for quite a while
And the day was getting late.

The lord with Passion in his tone
He told those multitudes
{There were poor and rich, and saints and sinners
The good Lords words, their food}
He said to them “now you have heard
An eye for eye, and tooth for tooth
But I give you another law
So listen to my truth”.

“Do not resist an evil person
When struck on the right cheek
Turn to him the other also
Just hear these words I speak
If someone wants to sue you
And take your tunic too
Then let him have your cloak as well
This, I do say to you”.

If someone makes you walk a mile
Then walk with him for two.
Give what one may ask you for
This be the thing to do.
If someone would borrow from you
Then do not turn away.
Hear ye this, it be the truth
These words you hear me say”.


Details | Rhyme | |

A BLESSED PATH IN LIFE

As I walk down my chosen path.
I enjoy life, I eat, I dance, and I laugh.
With a little time and patience.
I hope and pray for God's guidance.
I know that I have truly been blessed.
My trials and tribulations in life I know they are my test.
Always having little thoughts of hope 
I constantly keep a little change in slope.
No matter how hard it is, you must believe in all you do
Just work hard at it and soon you'll make it through.
As a bird soar in the sky,
You've got to let your dreams fly high,
For you are special in God's eyes and can make it through your days
That’s why we have to pray.
Every day I maintain a positive attitude
To spend sometime in solitude
I only speak words of affirmation
Daily I pray for everyone in this nation.
With hope in my heart and dreams in my eyes.
Through God’s love and his words I aim to become noble and wise.









Details | Free verse | |

Cookies-Food For Thought

Cookies -
Why can’t I have the chocolate one
I want more
She took my cookie
Hers is bigger than mine
I want to trade
That’s not fair

Cookies +
Thank you for the cookie
I love you
Thanks for all you do for me
I am satisfied
This is good
I am loved
Written By  Deborah Finneran :)  2013


Details | Haiku | |

Pond Life: Lillypads And Frogs

Pond Life: Lillypads and Frogs


lotus flower blooms
showa koi search old pond
pollywogs scatter

pulsing dragonfly
above shadowed frog on pad
unbridled tongue fast

~by deborah burch©
4/27/2012


Details | Imagism | |

CAN YOU IMAGINE

Just imagine yourself feeling at peace with the world and with everything around you 
breathing cool fresh air knowing that this day was somehow going to be wonderful. That 
whatever comes your way you can handle it no matter how big or small. Then just imagine 
being in love and being loved knowing this love is true. If you can imagine all of this then I 
think you’ll know what I imagine in my mind when I think of you.


Details | Rhyme | |

THE LAND OF THE FREE

Look around you;
Is what you see is true.
America my home,
It is 310,452,000 so we’re not alone
The land of the free. 
I thank God, for everything you’ve been so good to me. 
No other place in this world but in this land. 
Can you start with an empty hand, 
And from nothing become something.
Live life to the fullest each and every day. 
We use come together and pray.
From the rolling hills, and dirty streets, and windswept plains
I am strong, I am proud, I am weak, I am vain,
For the many who strive to hear the sound of opportunity but cannot.
Let my pen be your voice so that should say a lot
The icons of our fast-food world - French fries, hamburgers and cokes.
This might fill our belly’s but does this give us hope.
In the summer heat there is laughter of children in chlorine-blue city pools.
These same children in our future will be our leaders, so now what will do. 
There is suffering of the lonely, of the hungry, of the dreamless who live without hope.
Just keep having faith and believe than just maybe together as America we can cope.






Details | Narrative | |

Fig Meant at Ion's

I wander into this dark, misTearYous room
—and there he was...and wow! What a Fig!

He with the long, lustRuse hair 
sitting at a corner table, nursing a cup of hot cocoa. 
Dang. He has better hair than I do!

“I’m  a  gin at  Ion’s,” were his first words spoken.
“I’m  a  gin at  Ion’s.” And then sighlens.

I was trying to look through his lens, and figure out his sighs
when he utters, “I can see you are number—“

“Huh? I am number what? I don’t see any lines here..."

“Ah, yes you are, as I was... NumBer as in more than numb.”

Epicfunny!

He definitely got me, he with the misTearYous eyes
so I sit down and ask him what he means
(but I refused to ask how he saw through my numbity)

“What do you mean that you are a gin? And where is Ion’s?”

“Exactly just that. I’m a gin at Ion’s. A di*k t’Eve.”

He tells me that Ion’s is nowhere, everywhere and knowhere,
of how anyone who takes even a sip of that gin can hold on to it— 
too much, so much so, as to lose that grip on ReAhhlity...

I ask him what he does there. 
Seemingly one word, two meanings— "aMuse," says he... 

He reveals he is also part-tickles, part abs-tackles
then he also exhails at wind ‘o pains, 
to fog or clear up views and relayshunships
But oh! How at one point he felt tieurd, of how he had so many callUses—
numb, tired of how it reCurse, of always being called upon, of being used

Sighlens.

Been used So many times, he didn’t know who he was anymore...
a Duke at Ion’s, a con’s front at Ion’s,
an ex pecked at Ion’s, a lucid at Ion’s, a rebel at Ion’s...
oddly enough, even if he has been ‘d sign at Ion’s, 
he still felt blahtantly invisible,
even if he wore only a V-bra at Ion’s! 
He chalks everything up to exPeerience, and has learned from it.
And that's why he's also known as a sensei at Ion’s (his personal favorite)

He says even if he can go beyond infinity, he—
he stops (ah gain!) and yes, there it sneaked in... Sighlens.

Telling me through the void, through his sighs, through his lens
To close my eyes, and figYour out myself. And then I do...

ReAhhlieZing how much I could relate,
how I have been in DenyAll of my possiBElities. 
It is all a matter of perSpeck'tEve, of looking at each tiny speck of life,
of creating something from each of it, entire universes even—boundless

How odd that I myself felt like I'm a gin at Ion's...
Scrunchscrunch...Imaginations.
Addictive, yes so I best be careful with where I take it.
I oh!pen my eyes and the fig meant to show me ReAhhlity had gone...


Details | Epigram | |

Alertness

Attunement at its best
Be to hell go the rest


Details | Senryu | |

Quit Running

mom say's
quit running !!!!
  {walk}


Details | I do not know? | |

WE ARE INDEPENDENCE!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Witnesses To Sinners



I can't hear the words as they come from my mouth
I can't hear the screams as they work their way out
As I write all is seen is a blur and blank moment and
Once recovered sensed the words were written,not 
Even a look to see what was written only to know it
Was there.Sleepless night,taunt  filled faces horde my
Dreams.Have this made me fall so low no longer am I
Am I able to stand on my own to feet.How many times 
Will you make me cry before claiming only to being a 
Witness in a crime,your crime. Putting on that face
Working the crowds with amazing easily,how I hate you
Yes all the thing I think about revolve around you.
How many times have I witness myself wound my self
With your blade? As though under a spell doing as order
Without a cry to the world what made me so diligent ?
But no longer can you be a witness,No longer can I be 
A witness to these crimes that been committed.Be us both
Sinners be us both lovers be that we both be cursed 
We shall witness our sins become whole and the love in
Which we share spread further and further like the flames 
Of hades. May there be peace for sinners in the next world.
We are both witnesses and at the same time 
We are both sinners one day to become consumed by our
Own darkness how far will we fall until that moment comes?
May we be good may we be bad may we fall may we live may 
May we die or carry on we are the Witnesses We are the Sinners
To this world and the next.


Details | Ballad | |

The Lord's Prodigal Sons

Fierce as cold winds blow,
On a blustery winter's morn,
The raging battle brings horrors,
Such that man has never known.

For the dark rapture approacheth,
And the Lord's wrath is at hand,
Salvation's gate now closes,
And woe is the fate of man.

I sit here now in stark terror,
As I read the prophets report,
I can't imagine any scarier,
Stories told me of my Lord...

And a man who soon comes,
To set all this in motion,
One to whom many will succumb,
A wolf dressed in sheep's clothing.

The story does have a great ending,
But only for those who believed,
Who found the message he was sending,
These few who will be received.

But what of the rest of man,
Who for pride or gluttony fall,
Just where do these men stand,
When we're through with it all.

Keep reading - the story's complete,
For after the gates are closed,
In the lake you will still see,
Those who were damned and opposed.

Now by fire we are seasoned,
Is a lesson we should know,
And thus we can now reason,
Where these poor souls go.

To learn more lessons,
And perhaps someday become,
After fair sessions,
The Lord's prodigal sons.


Details | Senryu | |

Man and Monkey thoughts

Unbeatable  and
Resourceful  'Anjaneya'
Is our 'monkey-God'

Ape is ape and man,
Man. The twain did never meet.
Nor will ever meet.


Details | Haiku | |

Cheer up

No more shedding tears
Cheer up, che sara sara –
You know God is near!


Details | Kyrielle | |

Ringing In The New Year

<                             raise your glass toast to thy new year
                               recant memories close and near
                               shed thy tears for beloved that died
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky


                               new dawn is upon horizon
                               bless me "O" Lord for I have sinned 
                               basking in beauty I did cry 
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               winter spring summer and fall's theme
                               natures way of trickery schemes
                               weaving another day to try
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               ever try an moon and stars dance
                               believe me they put you in trance
                               so raise me once again Lord high
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               crown jewels and mirrored fixtures settings
                               illuminates hearts strings nettings
                               ask not pass singing auld lange sye
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky 




Entry For
Dr Ram Mehta's
Ring Out Wild Bells
To The Wild Sky
Kyeriell Contest
G.L. All                             


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku

a cricket in the eaves
harmonizes with
night rain
==================
old river benue
a fisherman's canoe
ladened for market
==================
graveyard's windy dust
sending papers and leaves high
every ones underground


Details | Free verse | |

Mali's Day

I was in a field near Maitland, just wading through this rain
and I'm feeling about as ragged as my jeans
Mali went home to lay down just before this rain
started spinning this old man's mind back into a dream

so I pulled my wood flute from my dirty red bandanna
and played it softly as I learned to sing the blues
didn't hear the words or see the lies just held Mali's hand in mine
We must have sung every song this grand-pa knew

Dreaming is just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing means everything because this life it ain't free
And feeling good was so easy, Lord, Till I sang the blues
In real life feeling good was good enough for me

From her fast track to play time, she loved laying in the sun
That's where we could discuss the secrets in our souls
Through clear and stormy weather, arguments and the fun
Yeah, this blue eyed baby girl kept grampa from the cold

On a clear day near Amplatz, Lord, I felt her slip away
You knew she went to look for her Big Bro, I know Liam found her
I'd gladly trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
If I could be holding that precious Mali on my knee

To remember is yet another word in this life some must lose
Dreams, hope and deep faith that's what Mali left me
Speak often to all who cross and you will realize who is free
Learning this together was good enough for me and Mali McGee


Details | Tyburn | |

I'm Going Nuts

<                                          insane
                                            constrain
                                            domain
                                            remain


                        asylum housing      -    insane   constrain
                        longing for rescue  -    domain   remain


Details | Ballad | |

A Selfish Prayer

It's hard when I see so much pain,
Filled with life's many hardships,
All these troubled souls praying,
For miracles through their worships,

Even at home they are lost,
And muddle through their days,
'Release us from our lots',
They cry out from their maze,

Yet I find it even harder still,
When I must stand here and watch,
With neither the way or the will,
To give what little I've got,

So Lord I pray you fill my cup,
Give me the success and station,
Where hope can spring from love,
To answer all this frustration,

Let me afford more than simple words,
Grant me the means to answer prayer,
Lay before me a path true and sure,
To receive great fruit I can share,

My life has taught me so very much,
As my prayers so often are granted,
I know what it means to be touched,
By the charity of the enchanted,

It brings a life of such great hope,
To you and all of those you love,
It helps you to widen your scope,
And great faith when times get tough,

So today Lord I finally pray,
For something I never have before,
I pray for riches so very great,
That I would never need to ask for more,

Vast wealth beyond Solomon or Jabez,
Great wisdom and eternal good health,
The power to shape the will of others,
And all the prayers I leave on the shelf,

And I pray that I remain steadfast,
In service to you through my fellow man,
And you answer this prayer however crass,
Before this poem is written by this hand.


Details | Free verse | |

Duck Side Story

You have your North side ducks, 
And you have your south side ducks.
Neither the twain shall meet.
For each one had his nose in the air. 
They simply would not do the greet.

So as it happens they would dance with flair in the middle of the pond.
Always trying to out do the other side…Yes, let’s call it ‘Stomp The Pond’
Wings in motion lifting them up, to stomp the waters with their feet
Acrobatics and splashing around… Man it looked so neat.

So Stella, one of the South Side Ducks fell in love with her North side Pete.
But she couldn’t cross the middle of the pond, with so much action in the way.
Fussing, blustering, and carryings on were the name of the day.

But you know, there’s always one strange duck, and that’s the one who built a bridge.
Now all the others could come across or watch the stomp from the middle of the id.
My moral, I say to you young ones… is as appealing as stomping can be…
The world works better when brought together… 
By the builders of a bridge.


Details | Quatrain | |

Seize the Day

Some chances, come once in a lifetime
It is important to seize the day
If you don't you'll be filled with regret
As you watch goodfortune go away

Yes it's true, hindsights twenty twenty
If only you had taken that chance
When it comes to luck you make your own
Stop waiting, just take part in the dance

If you don't strike while the iron's hot
You won't be able to change its shape
Superman, couldn't rescue the girl
If he was afraid to put on his cape

Taking chances is not so easy
It often requires nerves of steel
When in the end you receive your prize
You will be glad that you spun the wheel

Then you can say remember that time
I am so glad that I seized that day
Who would have thought, life could be so good
I am so glad it turned out this way


Seize the Day Free verse

Will your lifetime pass
Along with your chances
Days lost not seized  
Abandoned to the sands of time
Left to sit in a pool of regret

Don't look back with twenty twenty vision
To the time you were so blind
Don't let good fortune be a fleeting guest
She wants to sit at your table
She says come to me 
Dance with me
Seize the day

Pour her a glass of wine
Seduce her
Take her in your arms
Lay her on your bed
Make her want to stay
Lesser men will turn away

Don your cape
Be the Superhero
Spin the wheel
Rewrite the future
Claim your prize
Make your dreams reality
Luck does favor the bold

One day
You can look back and remember
You seized the day
Your life was fully lived
Regrets few
You can choose to be full
Content
Satisfied
Thankful
Proof that dreams do come true

Metamorph contest



Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?


Details | Epigram | |

EXISTENCE

EXISTENCE


Tell me oh, Existence,

Are you the mother of life
Or 
Are you the child of death?


Are you my dying life
Or
Are you my living death?


Whatever you are though, your offspring I am 
Thus
A complaint from me you would never hear 
For
To you into eternity, totally, I belong!



© Demetrios Trifiatis
 10 DECEMBER 2013



Details | Rhyme | |

Life is not a Fairy Tale

~Life Is Not a Fairy Tale~

I am finally beginning to realize
I have lived forever mesmerized
By keeping myself well disguised
And leaving my mind paralyzed

I had built my walls to hide behind
From you and me and all mankind
Somewhere deep inside my mind
Someplace no one else could find

I made the world a refrigerator
A constantly complaining procrastinator
I was also a hair-triggered detonator
Who became a social assassinator

Now I'm trying harder not to pout
So little by little I’m breaking out
Breaking out of my mental shell
Breaking out of my mental hell

I’m beginning to learn how to exhale
And put some wind into my sail
The time has come to tip the scale
For life is not a fairy tale
**************************************************

This poem says a lot to me today although I wrote
it nearly 13 years ago. When my friend commited suicide
on Nov 19, 1993, I began writing poetry shortly afterward.
Bill suffered from depression and at times would not stay
in control of that. He went to the bar and got drunk the night 
Bill took his life so that subject was always a question in my mind.
Would he be dead today if he hadn't goten intoxicated that night.
This had me looking a lot at my own life and this poem reflects that.
It is from the pages of my second book
"Ahead or Behind"
Peace~
James


Details | Epithalamium | |

Is it starting again

as we touch the ocean your eyes fade into the blue
your wet face drifts in complete harmoney 
your very soul floats before me like a wild spirit
the wild wolfs are around you
in the morning i will phone you
i might have been lost 
i might still be 
ive never felt this way before
im melting like a river i write this
we are not lovers
but i am no fool
but i could just be a murl 
to your shiney blue eyes
is the feeling mutral 
to feed one is to feed the other
are you run by lust or must
your so nice i have to tair you apart
your so smart i have to say that i dont love you 
but if you were a flower i would be your honey bee
but i will stick with you as i am made of glue
i could just be a part time lover 
but a full time dad 
our stuff could off burned 
but i carry water 
i will always be yours as i get up in the morning
and watch the sun go to rest x x


Details | Etheree | |

Gather Around My Children Pentecost {Etheree}

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




Entry For Brian Strand's Pentecost Acts 2.1-4



Tribute To Christ Our Lord
    {Amen}


Details | Cinquain | |

When Hate Becomes You

Hate
Ignorant fears
Jealousy, envy, tension
Grows into something dangerous
Death


Details | Kwansaba | |

High TIDE that Binds

Rhythm develops 
everything
horrid
heavenly thoughts
misery
tones of home vibrate
livelihood exists inside
ambiance waves crash
tear shorelines
sliding through marinas
ships live n' die
by rhythm

high tide
to low the sailor knows
to schoon the great deep sea
respecting nature's violent blessing
the Bind that won't untie
excitement for the divide
all there
inside the rhythmic ride
arithmetic and music
cruising ocean blue
with the muse
the full moon at the side
providing just the perfect stride



Details | Senryu | |

Liar Liar Pants On Fire

<                              the great ....  deceiver
                                practices artful ....  falsehood  
                                bold .... assumptions


Details | Free verse | |

Draconian II

[The Puppeteer]
The storm I see you in
Caught in the race of Caïn
Held by the arms you cannot see--the conducter of Ennui 
-No stronger than the void you hold within-
It began with a hope, an obsession
Casted into, slavery of repugnant possessions 
Granted by, the Avaricious Lords, the ones we serve for
-They Told Us to pray, hope, away from despair, the despair caused by their immaculate Hands
Malice, envy, greed, was granted to me, The Feudal Dream, we want to be Them, just like him
-just how he solaces us, ambivalent hope, engendering knives to my throat 

[The Fall]
In this Valley of morning and weeping
Love lies bleeding, in desperate fear
With their talons, the hunt to rip out thy heart 
As each velvet petal falls apart
Her body chained in their bile and lies, covered with their red-spy
-sent just to check if our souls are in line, do not defy 
Her blood velvet and pure, drips away with innocence of the amber guardian 
The soil of plagues, beggars, and graves
Is know her home, the coven of solace
Though the seed has died--resurrection Is near passing through death's fear
One stronger than you--and thy funeral skies
She is alive--anew
But the vapors still remain
The Apocalypse is here, do we fear?
Just for the death of our sins
Elysia never Seemed so far away

[Our Damnation]
Solitary ruins, Fulfill their visions
We strayed far from the depths within 
We all lingered to his solace--lies
-you make the sign everyday, but lack toknow the name
We are just the toys, he pulls all of the strings
We are nothing in this burning world
of Decadence, and Failed Semblance

[Draconian] 
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from the Fallen's son
Draconian--Their empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach the shadows within


Details | Verse | |

Right Now

In the exact moment that I am right now
I stand in a sea of vulnerability;
susceptible to the effects of causes around me
and since I am fully aware, 
I own my surroundings
I am one with sounds and vibrations
resonating from the earth;
I am that pulse of the drum beat 
thats been thrashing 
inside me since birth

Right now, I am exactly as I am
deeply flawed and misjudged
used, victimized and persecuted
Right now I am you in the absolute

Right now, I am exactly as I am
balanced, whole and complete
attracting abundance and certainty  
Right now I am peace - still you
 
Right now, I am exactly as I am
You


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

The Universal Question (for ^Rick Parise's 'The Universe' contest)

The Universal Question
(9.7.10) 

What is all of this?
When did this happen?
How did I get here?
Where did I come from?
Who am I asking?

What should I do?
When will I know?
How can I tell?
Where do I go?

Who am I?
What are you?
When are we?

Above
all else,

Why?


Details | Rhyme | |

unleash from within

18th & 19th February 2012

Weary, drained spent, shattered, Deep inside, many of us are spattered & battered. Oddled once joyous hearts now beat all tattered, Happiness to the heart is what always mattered. Delayed, late, belated, in life arrives somber, Dark, dull, drab, dingy, macomber, Dismal, solemn, melancholy, lugubrious, These recur within and indigenous. I decree to me and myself To Unleash from within Unleash from within me the power of choice, To take a chance on change and rejoice. Unleash from within the power to give, and forget and forgive. Unleash from within the power of trust, Work on the “t” or the relationship will rust. Unleash from within the power to listen, But not lose your voice or happy face that glistens. Unleash from within the belief, That something wonderful will happen today and will be a big relief. Unleash the power not to criticize yourself, And see for yourself what happens when you appreciate yourself. Unleash from within the power to Love Learn Laugh . Unleash from within, Unleash from within…………… The beginning is the hardest but is life’s secret cotter pin………..


Details | Cowboy | |

On Juno Ranch, A Cowboy's Day

If you'd have lived and worked on Juno Ranch, you’d have come away better for it. It 
may not have seemed like it at the time but Pancho (Uncle Frank) would put it to you, an’ it 
was for you to decide to do it, what to do with it, or to fight. The motto was, “You either work 
or fight, there ain’t no quittin’ on this-here ranch.”

     Pancho cultivated a reputation as a living legend in his fifty-some years in the Devil’s 
River country of the Texas frontier. He loved his life, family, work and felt plumb lucky to be 
livin’ it. He believed there was art in every undertakin’ an’ practiced the highest standards in 
dealin’ with any an’ all comers. He savvied horses, cattle an’ the land; and death was just the 
gate that opened into higher pastures.

     Ride 'em Pancho!


The cowboy wakes before each dawn With blurry eyes n'a mournful yawn; Gets breakfast down, just bacon'n eggs, An' biscuits dunked in coffee dregs. He feeds the stock some oats an' hay In growin' light of break o' day. Then Pancho comes an' rigs a hoss, An' chews his butt, 'cause he's the boss. “The sun is up, you little bride! We're loosin' light! We gotta ride!” So they ride out to make their rounds In echoed clops of hoof-beat sounds. The sun is high 'bout half-passed noon, An' dinnertime is none too soon. He eats his beans an' taters fast, Then rolls a smoke an' rests at last. He dreams of how he'll spend his pay When he's in town on Saturday, An' where he'll go to have some fun With gals who'll laugh and call him, "Hun..." He gets his hat an' pulls it down, Forgets the dream of gals in town, Cause if he ain't just damn near dead, The work comes first on Pancho's spread.


Details | Lyric | |

In my corrupt stead

Draped from her body, they sparkle like gold. Tear soaked and smothered, in lies that she's told. She wears them ashamed, but she wears them with grace. To cover the pain, that is etched in her face. 
  It's her mark, it's her passion, her reason to breathe. As shallow and weak, as pathetic can be. 
  For the last time I saw her, was the last place she laid. Where I held her so close, deep down in her grave. No more to be seen, no more to betray. Damned and unheard, while she cried out in vain. 

Don't pity the evil, corrupt and forsaken. Who've strayed from the path, that they should have taken. It's all self inflicted, they live unrestricted. But on this their last day, they'll all be convicted. 

Etched in his body, the scars will remain. Blood soaked in madness, he's nearly insane. He wears them in anger, but he wears them with pride. To expose to the world, all his hate that's inside. 
  It's his mark, it's his passion, his reason to breathe. As shallow and weak, as cruel as can be. 
  But the last place I saw him, was the last time he raged. Where I beat him and broke him, deep down in his grave. No more to be seen, no more to be heard. Damned and destroyed, underneath all his dirt. 

Don't pity the evil, corrupt and forsaken. Who've strayed from the path, that they should have taken. It's all self inflicted, they live unrestricted. But on this their last day, they'll all be convicted.

Now sift through my ashes, gather up all my bones. Let him without sin, cast the first stone. Pile me up in a bucket, and leave me to stay. So I can face my creator, on my judgement day. 
 It's my life, it's my passion, it's what I believe. As misunderstood, as reckless can be. 
  For the last time you saw me, was the last time I prayed. Where I dug my own hole, and laid down in my grave. No more to be hated, no more to be feared. For in my corrupt stead, an angel appeared. 


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: IV

God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.


Details | Rondeau Redouble | |

Life's Seven Seas

The sails are raised upon the ship "Unknown,"
to travel slowly on life's seven seas.
I look upon such things as I am shown,
in hopes to solve life's little mysteries.

I now am sailing with a gentle breeze-
to learn of what I can until I'm grown;
so I can handle life with greater ease.
The sails are raised upon the ship Uknown."

There's waves I find in life that have been blown,
upon my ship by other ones decrees.
My skills at sailing these rough waves have grown-
to travel slowly on life's seven seas.

The shores I look upon are laced with trees,
their colors looking like they have been sewn
by angels with embroidery degrees.
I look upon such things that I am shown.

The work I do sometimes I will bemoan,
but with it I have gained such victories!
I seek a light that never has been shown,
in hopes to solve life's little mysteries.

Sometimes these oceans seem like they will freeze,
still other nights it seems I sail alone.
It's then I get down on my hands and knees,
To pray to God because He's on the throne.
The sails are raised.


Details | Free verse | |

Minnesota Wild

<                                          Minnesota Wild

                                 Like its loon that cascades it's lakes


                                             Minnesota Wild

                                  Like it's black bear strong and fierce

                                            
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's deer and 12 point bucks

                                    
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's rivers and winding streams

                                              
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's mighty timbers and pines


                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's eagle that soars forever free


                                               Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's pheasant and wild turkey

                                 
                                               Minnesota Wild

                                       Like it's great northern pike 


                                               Minnesota Wild

                                    My anthem and illuminated theme





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

                            

                                   

                                 

                                 

                                 


Details | I do not know? | |

Forgive For Time Heals All Wounds

I shall layeth down my cloak of redemption

 it shall cleaneth you of all manner of compensation

for just as my temperament doth squabble feebly with the present foibles of my most difficult current hostilities

 time sweet majestic unwavering time

doth reconcile in me

 an assurance of tranquility shall invade my troubled waters and calm the turbulent seas to but a ripple

 as if transposed to a lake

where the sun doth shine from the heavens 

and prosperity will live in my house 

once more


Details | Ghazal | |

Ghazal at New Dawn

To once transcend and yet remain here
A life, what was, some wind hath lain here.

A fortress sinks by fate and blood
What glory, tell, made life adorned here?

Supple trace of ill containment
So forced from death but to be chained here.

Lilac crumbs mark travels homeward
Or a path unseen to life beyond here.

How I, a rose on nested silk
Make peace at last to travel on here.


Details | Cinquain | |

A Virtue

Patience calm aura tolerance gladly exercised actions peaceful, thoughts clear acceptance


Details | Rhyme | |

To Too Fast

Perplexed by the changes of technology so fast,
Maybe my mind will not manage or last.
If technology continues upon this speed,
Our personal minds we will never need.
When man no longer has any need for a mind.
That will be the end of all of humankind.


Details | I do not know? | |

'Give me drink, rest, and solitude'

Give me drink, rest, and solitude--
these are all the things I long for.
Give me as well your finest food
and I'll ask of you, lass, no more!

My bonnie lass, what's the matter--
why are you all sorry and alone?
Don't be sad because you're fatter
than most, lass, for love loves its own.

Sweet lass, I'll tell you a secret.
If I were a young lad again,
I'd pursue you without regret!
But as I am three-score and ten

years old, indeed, I can never
be the youthful lad you most need.
But your pain won't be for ever:
for your heart will refuse to bleed.




Details | Carpe Diem | |

Lucid Dream

Look upon city once known by name,
ruins that I called home, streets swallowed by flame,
in time alive shell not witness less of what should you understand,
reach on to hand of a stranger, scroll remain;
in signs that might be changing welcome,
different of a man.

When dawn awakes and there is no light,
upon dusk of man darkness will be spread by sight,
in time not different change will arise, life we thought you knew,
death would recognize.

Hearts will bound to King without a Crown,
why do mothers shed tears, echo rooted in the ground,
is there reason of a foolish wars, contracts written in blood,
new born babies died breathless, can't even appreciate the Sun,
don't deserve to live, not worth of the land,
existence will be scattered in ashes,
you will be remembered
by name.


Details | Monoku | |

God

God – what a wonderful word!


Details | Free verse | |

A Costly Mistake

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Quatrain | |

The Sunny Side

Most of us see what we want to see And hear what we want to hear Never wishing to complicate our lives Want happiness with very few tears The world is surely not a perfect place It has flaws we must overcome But always looking on the sunny side Helps us deal with them one by one Sure not an expert when it comes to love I only know what I've observed Over many years of experiencing life We usually get back what we serve So I'll try to sum it up in a nut shell Here's what I've discovered through life It takes a bunch of give and take But basically we're all much alike Most of us see what we want to see And hear what we want to hear So keep on looking on the sunny side Happiness is always near © Jack Ellison 2012


Details | Villanelle | |

WHY IS LIFE EITHER DARK OR BRIGHT

Why is life either dark or bright,
dreary as death and joyful as birth?
Why can't it be brighter than light?


Some aim high at claiming their birthright,
their thoughts are rooted in worth;
why is life either dark or bright? 


For many days and nights are cursed with fright,
often failure becomes an unbearable torment;
why can't it be brighter than light?


Could anyone restore a man's blind sight,
or multiply a fish by invoking a thought?
Why is life either dark or bright?


And should all who seem impeccably right,
hide hatred and envy by not rising a doubt? 
Why is life either dark or bright?


Must I remind everyone how fragile is might;
wasn't life created from water and dust? 
Why is life either dark or bright?
Why can't it be brighter than light?


Details | Free verse | |

The Bookworm

Words Bound Together Thoughts Formed Between Lines Knowledge To Absorb Learns The Bookworm Wishes Expressed By Letters Ideas For All To Share Building Blocks For Peace Believes The Bookworm Fact or Fiction Penned Expressions of Desire Mystery Exposed, Secrets Veiled Hunted By The Bookworm


Details | Haiku | |

Just Do It

<                                   silent explosion 
                             between puckered weary legs ...
                                     spandex dialogue



                                                                       
                                    
                                                                                                                                           
 Entry For Poet Destroyer's
Pooping Contest {Don't Ask To Go To The Bathroom}


Details | I do not know? | |

If your not the part of the solution your the part of the problem

I’m from the hood where the politicians don’t do squat for the poor/  
I represent the modern day Black man/ 
The Black educated politician and activist that care about only one Damn 
thing when the stuff hit the fan! 
“They Damn Self!” 
It’s like a wise man once said “Never let the left hand know what the right 
hand do” meaning keep all of the right hands right and all of the left hands 
left/ 
Ever since then the tradition has been eating off the next mans death/ 
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder whether I should go buy 
books or go buy a T.V,/Then again I wonder what’s wrong with these rap artists calling us
window 
shoppers like we nothing!  
Then them same rap artist turn around and beg us to go buy they C.D/ 
“Buy Black Owned!!” 
“Keep the Money in the Hood!” 
That’s all you hear/ 
We tried and it went/ 
Now at the same time I’m behind in my rent/ 
I hate the usage of the word Negroes! 
But when I look at these new condos being built all around Harlem/ 
I realize Negroes got a problem/ The rent not affordable/  
They go do what they wanna do/ just to get Negroes out of Harlem/ 
What happened to all the great MALCOLMS, MARTINS, and MARCUS/ 
Cause all we got now is a bunch of fake FARRAKHANS, SHARPTONS 
and BARRAKAS!/ nah just kidding!Hopefully not my last hope BARAK 
OBAMA! But I wonder when it’s all go stop!/ 
Cause when I look at my peoples now a days/ 
All I see is  
“I see DISASTER!! 
And realize “Yeah we still SLAVES”/ 
But the sad part is 
WE THE MASTER!!     (“let’s stop enslaving our selves”)  
By Lester Marrow


Details | Ballade | |

Questions for everyone

Questions for everyone

Has anybody ever sat? 
In a garden filled with flowers
Have you felt the magic there?
Have you felt the power?
Have you sat there with the body still?
And the mind too, just the same?
Have you ever lost yourself?
As the mind stopped playing games

Have you seen those magic colours?
And really seen them too!
Have you felt the touch of the morning breeze?
Have you seen the way she do?
Touch those branches with her glory
Make them dance in the morning sun
As the sparkles nearly blow your mind
And you’re the holy one?

Have you ever heard the dove’s warm Coo
And that deep, deep ravens croak?
Have you seen the mulberry tree?
As she dons her summers coat?
And radiance and reverence
Are all that one can know
Have you ever sat there in the garden?
And watched the morning flow.


Details | Limerick | |

Lemmings never pay the phone company

"Tree huggers” use AT&T
The human cost catastrophe
On the horizon
Like text from Verizon
Is sent with the speed of 4G
 
Pollution's still booked at no 
cost
And Earth’s expenses neatly tossed
Off the balance sheet
With a "Sprint" so complete
The effects on nature seem lost 

Yes EPA rules do offend
Those who crave Earth’s wealth without end
They claim to hate debt
But have seen nothing yet
Like phone bills "T-Mobile" might send! 


Author's note:  It seems ironic and strange that debt haters (like tea party supporters, for 
example) and those who are pushing more reliance on fossil fuel and less "subsidy" for 
renewables (Romney/Ryan for example) support the continuation of policies and 
practices that will damage the environment and that will hurt future generations.  They are 
pushing growth and not pushing conservation.  I would have more respect for them if 
they talked about the costs as well as the benefits of their plans.  I wonder if it might just 
be a scam to reward large corporations for the short term and stick it to the rest of us for 
generations.  That would be nothing new.


Details | Acrostic | |

Easter

Earths people, it is time to wake up, the ‘Prince’ is alive! 
Ascension available, access through your heart 
Seek and you shall find! 
Time is short, personally unite, connect as one
Eternity given
Rise to the occasion, celebrate the gift of life, bond, with ‘our lord Jesus’ and ‘our Universal Father in heaven, building a bridge, experiencing kinship, between human and spirit

                     ***Happy Easter Everyone***


Details | Pantoum | |

Humanity 2 (palindrome)(pantoum)

Humanity of humanity
Faith always real always faith
Good and bad and good
Sensitivity in others in sensitivity

Faith always real always faith
Spirit within spirit
Sensitivity in others in sensitivity
Just of man of just

Spirit within spirit
Good and bad and good
Just of man of just
Humanity of humanity


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Science and Religion

My soul is Hindu...
My head is Islam...
My heart is Christian...
Every part of our body has various righteousness.

Every religion is teaching us the knowledge of humanity and love.
Truly religion gives us strong base of life and peace.

Similarly science means comprehensive knowledge.
Science is teaching us the knowledge of existence and prosperity.

Scientific religion is called spiritualism.
 
It's the historical contribution of science and religion.

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA


Details | Quatrain | |

Elemental Alignment

It's the essence of what we're made of.
It's right beneath us as we walk.
It's what the Creator used from up above---
to make "the walking colours that talk".

The essence of movement that kisses your face.
It can push the sea and move the trees.
Sweat on a hot day can be erased.
Breeze that's felt with grace and ease.

The burning flames put out heat.
The colours are brilliant and bright.
It's used outside when you need something to eat.
It also brings dark things to light.

It's the only thing that can quench your thirst.
It's the one thing that connects all life.
If you don't receive this you might just burst.
A lack of this clear liquid can even create strife.

We need all these elements to make the world go round.
They are the essence of creation and what makes the world sound.


Details | Rhyme | |

Face your problems with a smile

Face your problems with a smile

Stop being anxious and think for a while

If you face your problems with tension, nothing will change

Think deeply to solve them and imagine they are not strange

Even the toughest problems can be solved in an easy way

Calm down; be patient and persistent as life is grey

It doesn't give the person all what he dreams

This is the nature of life and that's how it seems


Details | Prose Poetry | |

CHANGED MY Underwear,------- and My Name

I
change my name 
like 
underwear...
fairly often, I suppose

I 
change my clothes 
like 
area codes
and Imma' damn gypsy, ya' see

I 
keep it fresh ta' death
nada
speck of blood
or 
ketchup on my attire

I 
got more rhymes 
than I got grey hairs
and 
that's an effing lot
because i got my share

I 
digg a 
hot-fire piece of passionate verse
those are 
indeed 
rare to find

YET...
if  only poets would 
unleash the fury 
instead of 
holding back
what's really 
on their mind...

I must say...
the library, 
the internet, 
the etc. etc...
would be a less stinky place...
AND, maybe 
I'd keep my name, and sever ties with 
underwear's elastic,
and just go 
APE-Spit Spastic!~


Details | Sonnet | |

What time are we living in

 

It’s not if but since the future can be told

   To a broadly verifiable degree

What time are we living in: present old

   Future or has it all gone past already

Don’t tell it for honours to politicos

   They hanker after two-bit history lines

Don’t even whisper it to military macros

   Lest generals decorate brows with vines  

Don’t spill the truth to those who slaughter

   With God on their bloody bleeding minds

For they will leave none alive hereafter

   And lease Heaven out to kith and kinds

Time is but a ruse of passing moments 

The more it unfurls the more the laments.

 

 

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2005-2012. (From the collection:

    Poems Omega Plus, 2005-2012) 


Details | Epic | |

my love

Winds blows your hair  
Kisses  salty  crystals
Eyes of yours hit ocean
Rocks planets still rebourne 
In many spoken languages
In many dimensions 
Anywhere in any times
I be with you  to bless
Stop  drifting clocks


Details | Quatrain | |

Hats Off To You {Vignette}

heart flutters bearing the news
appointed poet laureate
bows comrades honoring name
gift gabble raising thy brows
expectations of nil
inspirations for others






Tribute To Poetry

And To All The Wonderful Poets
Here In The Soup Bowl
I Bow To Each

Also Entry For
Brian Strand's 
Poet Laureate Contest
GL All


Details | Haiku | |

STORM COMING African tribal violence

Storm coming, madam
Me-- I’m going up country-- 
Lay low and stay sweet*


*stay sweet--stay alive



Victoria Anderson-Throop
Nairobi, Kenya
November 26, 2012


Note: Political unrest near Nairobi, Kenya due to election strategies. Polish nun told me that she was warned by a local moonshine runner to hide. Too late. She was pistol whipped by local police who wanted more protection money. Didn’t get the money (it was a free clinic, so nurses had no money) Police beat the nurse/nuns and absconded with the very rare and precious AIDS meds to sell to the hospitals.Free AIDS clinic was forced to close.(Kenyan government does not have free health care for the poor)   Nuns are recovering then being transferred to other clinics. Three went back to Europe forced into early medical retirement due to permanent injuries sustained by police and/looters. The care program(education and/or placement) for the children whose parents were AIDS patients is gone. Children have taken to the streets in desperation.  Count your blessings.


Details | Free verse | |

Ship Ahoy Divorce Style

<                                              Haiku

                                          sea's tranquility
                                   bestows harmonic balance
                                      amidst  tides rising



                                               Limerick



                          aye ye matey walking its own plank
                          let not ye other take thee to bank
                                raise thy anchors set sail
                              give heeve hoe to those failed
                         find ye other sailor's who's yet sank  




                                              Couplet



                    shivery timbers captain bow is about to break
                    toss overboard it's ye baggage holding thee dam weight 




Entry For
{Destroyer { Poet's
Divorce Club
Haiku /Limerick/Couplet Contest
G.L. All


Details | Senryu | |

Laziness

blanket of white stretched
backlash of society
laziness


Written for

Sponsor Charles Henderson 
Contest Name haiku vs. senryu 


Details | Rhyme | |

YOUR LIFE DOESN'T HAVE TO BE EMPTY

As God guided my hand to write this poem with black ink.
With love and favor He gave me words to write this in a wink.
I’ve learned that an empty heart has no compassion;
But an empty heart gets no satisfaction.
Some of us see no meaning or purpose in life.
I think because we stressed with problems and strife.
Most people appear happy and confident.
But many people still try to fill up their own void with achievement.
Faith in the life of a person is that the word must become a living force within the 
soul of a man.
I put this in the poem hoping you can understand.
My mother always told me this, “that an empty heart doesn’t care,  
“And definitely that a empty heart has no love to share.”
I’m not selfish but I'm doing this for me.
So I can be free and just let be.
See a part of me knows what to do.
But another piece of me has no clue.
In my life I'm making my own path.
I've sat around for days and done the math.
Having faith and believing is the only thing that keeps me going,
So I just keep positive people and things around me that is what keep me moving.

Romans 3:19-20  Now we know that whatever the law says it speaks to those who 
are under the law, so that every mouth may be stopped, and the whole world may 
be held accountable to God. For by works of the law no human being will be justified 
in his sight, since through the law comes knowledge of sin. 


Details | I do not know? | |

"The Princess"

So, I see a princess, all alone
Her beauty clear, her wisdom known
I ask her why she sits, on a floor of stone
Instead of on, an elaborate throne

She gives me a look, of utter confusion
Then asks me why, I live in this delusion
Must it be, that in her seclusion
She cannot be happy, why this conclusion?

I take a minute to wonder
And another to ponder
Why away from riches my mind will wander
And my heart grows fonder

I ask if I may sit with her, but she politely declines
I am startled at this, as my fascination subsides
She gives me a smile, and beautifully chimes
I am happy alone, listening to life’s little rhymes

Again I am struck to a daze
Amidst  confusion and haze
My eyes weaken and begin to glaze
I feel I have wasted many days

How can you be happy alone, I ask
To live life, without sharing your task
To sit here, no metaphorical mask
While right over there, in your birth you can bask

She gives me no answer, just one more riddle
Are you on top, or on the bottom, or stuck in the middle
To your neighbor do you mean much, or less than a little
Does a man play music, or is he a slave to the fiddle?

Though the answer is still haunting
I can hear it from a friends dull taunting
I have chased all that the rich were flaunting
And now I live a life that is lonely and daunting


Details | Haiku | |

Peace

Peace be upon you,
Be in peace.
God is peace! 


Details | Verse | |

Inevitable Bear

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

TWISTED MINDS

                                             TWISTED MINDS



                                           Life is like a puzzle, 
                              those who think they know everything, 
                       belives that everything should be within a frame, 
                 if you are not within this frame, you have a twisted mind. 
     Who gives others the right to judge you, whether within or outside the frame. 
                          First, one must look at the cover of the puzzle, 
                   some are studying it for a long time, others not at all. 
                                    You squirms puzzle pieces, 
               some use longer time than others, ranging from hours to years. 
             Some put the puzzle upside down. Are you twisted minded for that. 
                               Who has the twisted mind in the end?



Entered JOE FLACH's contest TWISTED MINDS 18/02/2012


Details | Couplet | |

Gold Fish and The Frog

There was a Goldfish who thought he was a shark.
He kept biting the lily pad of a Monk Frog.
Behave said the frog, for you are no shark.
I can if I want, said the goldfish, if you are a Monk.

The goldfish kept attacking the lily pad with ardor and spunk.
He wouldn’t be gainsaid on being a shark.
As the Frog studied relentlessly to become what was wont.
Neither one believing the other… could become what he did want.

Now along came a snake to eat the monk frog on his ark.
But to him… this lily pad was sacred, and he didn’t want to disembark.
So the goldfish attached a leaf to stand straight up on his back…
And as he bit the snake’s tail the frog hollered SHARK!
 
Pandemonium ensued as the frightened snake did run off…
Thinking it’s better to be safe, than as some one else’s dinner doffed.
So some how, together they both became what they did want.
Living happily ever after, as friends in that great lily pond.

The moral my friend is you can be whatever you want.
Still, don’t stop as the path becomes hard, that you sought…
For if a gold fish can become a shark… and a Frog a Monk…
Then with work and friends made… you can become whatever you want.


Details | I do not know? | |

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.


Details | Imagism | |

Snow

Flakes falling on our heads.
Ebullient animas of angels
Rejected at heaven’s gate.
White.
Pure.
Light.
Soft.
Tender.
Innocent.
ICE-COLD!
Silent.


Details | Limerick | |

Subversive Valentines Day

Once I had a girlfriend and ex-wife.
Two ladies at the same time in life,
Mistake I made this day.
Not proud in anyway.
First mistake, second retake in strife,

Girlfriend I gave flowers for the day.
Ex-wife and I married, oui evay,
Messed up my life again,
Not knowing where I’d been.
Girlfriend forlorn, wrong card I did play.

Ex-wife left me, I got just deserts.
Got what I deserved for all my flirts.
Valentine’s Day, bad karma,
Cupid dealt me, my dharma,
Disengaging me of all subverts.


Written for

Sponsor Francine Roberts 
Contest Name Valentine's Day Limerick 


Details | Blank verse | |

A Rose Like No Other

On a secluded hillside,
The wildflowers bloom,
A special garden tucked away,
Basking in the sweetness of life.

In the center blossoms a strange flower,
The only rose among the field,
Deep red and smelling so good, 
Different than all the others.

Storm clouds come and go,
Bright sunlight reappears, 
And fire sprouts from the soil below,
The rose is completely engulfed.

The caressing flames subside, 
But the flower still stands,
Now more magnificent than ever,
Seeming to burn from within.

Glistening like a million rubies,
Petals like silk to the touch,
Here grows the gift of perfection,
All who see its beauty are breathless,

But humans wish to perfect perfection...
A match is lit to again set fire to the rose,
The flames turn into an inferno,
Reaching astounding pure white light.

When the fire recedes a second time,
The perfect rose quivers.. and falls to ash,
Perfection cant survive in this world,
With us destroying the things we have been given,

Hoping to perfect perfection...



Details | Verse | |

Spirituals and Drums

My ancestors walking in the night
using oil lights and moonlight for guides
while being instructed to Wade in the Water
to camouflage their scents like disguise

The Sweet Chariot awaited 
so they could ride away
Harriet was a soldier
and it wasn't an option to be caught during the day
That's the same mentality Nat Turner had when he sang
Steal Away

They would follow the drinking gourd
so all were in accord to go north
The Gospel Train was coming
and at the end of the journey
was a fine reward
Freedom was coming
and it was a long time coming and
they walked until they heard freedom bells ringing
and I still hear their tired footsteps running

Thinking of My Darling Nelly Gray
Stolen from my arms a random September day
and eliminated our chances to run away together
No family ties, no love, no strength says the oppressor

Then I hear the drums beat in the darkness
giving me the hope of finally being free
Maybe I'll follow them this time on faith
on bended knee
There must be a place for me among the light
of this darkness
Among oppression, thieves, evil-doers
no thought on their conscience

Thank goodness for the safe houses that
supported our traveled distances
and for the conductors who bore witnesses
and may God have mercy on the souls who
were against this
and on those who chose to forget this sh@!

I still hear crying in quilts of safety 
because I know that the burden was heavy
to be at the mercy of nature and patrol men
catching run-away slaves for money
Some did it bare feet with freedom ahead of this
loved induced journey and they made it
So all that bull about how your life is hard
just stuff it in an envelope and save it



Details | Sonnet | |

IF ONLY I HAD ONE DAY

If I only had one day to live on earth's fragile dimension
I would pass by all fears that kept me standing like rock,
Dismissing stodgy impulses to win in a concrete contention
For my instincts to release, as new Gates arise and unlock.
Oh!The unfair world would carry on it's endless course 
And Time's vanity would sell promises still to human mind,
Yet, I would weep not for my Fate's erring horse,
Even if my ticket was expired, a Golden path would be defined.
Maybe I would send letters of love to lovers I craved all those years,
Or I would spend last moments with faces familiar and close,
Or even maybe I would find the one to die with me and plan our steers,
The beauty of this land I walked to leave and expiate near windy blows.
My soul ready for return would seek redemption upon the starry sky,
Reaching my Home I will wave to earth's wisdom, hearing it's long ''bye-bye''.


Details | Rhyme | |

IS TIME KILLING US

So much is happening. 
Time is flying like the speed of lightning. 
We know where it will end and still we just go on and pretend. 
Where are we going what do we have to gain. 
This rushing is not exciting it's more like one big pain.
I really feel sorry for the world so much so that I could cry.
But then I ask myself why? 
The world is constantly turning but people aren't learning. 
If when we do learn are we taking heed and yearning?
I like peace and love, that's what life should be about. 
I rather put the pen to the paper then to scream and shout.
There's fighting everywhere like it is a rebellion.
But is it a revolution whatever happened to the good ole American institution. 
So in our cities and communities what can be done? 
Or do we still live by the gun.
Racial walls between people must be torn to the ground 
In the bible answers can be found and then love will abound 
Since 9/11 is terror now the name of the game? 
Who should we fear if we know the Lord’s name. (JESUS)
Or you can sit and wait for the bomb to fall. 
And you'll be part of what killed us all. 

If God brings it to you- God will bring you through it.   Kings 8:24


Details | Free verse | |

Roll Call

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION








Details | Cinquain | |

COD: Call Of Duty

COD
Overrated Game
Ruining perfect relationships
Taking life from teens
Pointless


Details | Free verse | |

Happy Cloud, Smoke Clouded Guy Vs Voice of Truth

My Friend Tom Logic was The Smoke-Clouded Guy and i was The Voice of Truth :D 


Smoke-Clouded Guy Says: 
Nicotine to make me high.. Emotions that can fly.. Pain about to die.. 
Voice of truth says:
A free-way pass to a venom which gives you a lack in living? Tell me why?
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says: 
Tell you why? When from childhood life waved goodbye.. I had this numbing pain in my vein.. Living for vain
I had to
Smoke trouble away
Voice of truth says:
And risk Living? Risk a body that was gifted& pure, risk health? That others would die for? 
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says: 
Why favor my life? Why live on the edge of the knife? Is happiness just another sad cloud? Can't u hear my screams that are loud?
If wounds wont mend.. Now with nicotine I will blend
Till they heal and lose the sense to feel
Voice of truth says:
To deny a blessing is nobler then? To deprive your health will numb the pain of this so-called Happy Cloud? Then this so-called Delight is just a fraud to make you feel better, to steal away the minutes while you would've got years
A lack of beauty you will gain, a reek of bad odor it will cause, your teeth no longer the blazing white? Why take instead of care? To your own shell? 
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says: 
I feel my soul is down low
The sun.. Is your truth you state?
Voice of truth says:
A Message to God you have sent, "my Soul you grant, i will play" 
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says: 
Now, after you.. I have smoking to hate
And.. I wish.. A better fate
Words crumble and blush by your power
Your words are the drug that is.. Truth
Voice of truth says:
Turn back you say? It is never late? For God has his arms open wide for another Fate 
And you know what I say? It’s your own good that we display?
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says:
I for one.. Turn my face, to what's bright.. This cloud circulating me.. Will fade away
Voice of truth says:
Welcome to this beautiful place, a ticket of health you will once regain :D 
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says: 
And it's you I thank... To my page.. I begin blank
Voice of truth says:
My regards, my awaits to all of your mistakes ;)


Details | Epic | |

no battle,no glory

With every breath
there's an abounding grace,
with every moment
an appointed place,
with every hope
there is a fear to face,
with every race
there is a certain pace.

there is no trial
if there is no attempt,
there is no rise
if there was no descent,
and where opposition
is often met,
there is the place
our efforts be well spent.
Without such resistance
no man can become stronger
for he has not learnt how to stand
much less knows he how to conquer.

so whenever faced with times like these
let the thought your spirit please
that you wouldnt be where you are
if you never crossed rough seas.


Details | Free verse | |

A grain of sand to the universe

A tiny, concrete-covered sphere,
floating in an infinity of nothing,
thinking it’s something.


Details | Sonnet | |

Love Disappoints, Hope Lives

When I was innocent I dreamt of love,
a kind of love most worthy of virgins--
for whom a simple kiss admits no sins
or shame, or betrays the appearance of 
disgrace; But I, blessed not as from above 
by heaven or by God, quit, as life wins; 
losing all hope and faith till my head spins 
with the winds of lust that blew the white dove 
of my innocence away. Then a whore
and slut took away my virginity;
she then revealed that there were fifty more
besides me, I recall most bitterly.
      But so long as there is breath and hope lives,
      love will come; and when it comes, it forgives. 


Details | Couplet | |

Looking For Love In All The Wrong Places

<        this poem is not about what is written, but what is not written
          like the smile upon her face that looks nil and somewhat smitten

          and lochs of hair hanging instead of with bows and lace
          tell me my angelic angel have you fallen from God's good grace

          has your garments of thread gone out of time
          has your dance with the butterflies gotten out of rhyme

         have you been cast from your lovers heart
         or are you just looking to start over with brand new start

         has clouds silver lining rained upon your dreams
         has leafs dance gone frozen in crystal streams


         time stands still amidst wondering thoughts
         time stands still when lovers cant be sought 




Written By Katherine Stella 7/4/11

Entry For A Rambling Poet's 
The Unwritten Contest
G.L. All      

        

         


         
          
          

        
                         

         

         


Details | Alliteration | |

Judgment

What is our purpose?
Why are we here?
Why are we here left in fear shedding all these tears
starring at this demond in this mirrior
blinded by everything I see so clear
where am i going after this life? and is it near?
unanswered questions 
people always always saying swagga shut up stupid clowns 
I see all you frowning behind that fake smile 
I can help all im spreading the word around my town 
to make you turn that frown upside down
they have you in the palm of there hands cant you see it?
If it wasnt for them we wouldnt be asking all these bulls*** questions
and not to mention who are you to be asking me who im reppin
you should get hit in the mouth but
before all that idiotic violence let me talk to you.....
they got you all so corrupt but yall dont know so you dont give a f*** 
they have you like a trout with a kook caught in its mouth some slip and get
away there the lucky ones who can actually say
I have truly been saved
I have to be brave and put up a fight till the end of my days
they say im headed in the wrong direction but thats the governement 
there just like a nasy infection 
theyll always be here picking at your brain saying all the answers are in this certain section
always saying dont use Jesus's name in vain but every king has his rain 
all loss through out years to come its people like me that will put your name to shame
am i satanic NO these are just my devilsh thoughts
theres turning back im self sustained put in this hell knowing very well that i shall rise above all these brainless people that are stuck in this hell get out of that brainwashed shell 
to escape this long life lasting jail not knowing you are rotting in this cell
I really do care about my people
the government they dont there the true definition of evil 
they work for lucifer so they do what they have to, to get thier share 
piece the puzzle and you will find it
Jesus Christ is luccifer he has all you misguided he himself and his dominions where all behind it.


Details | I do not know? | |

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.





Details | Free verse | |

Part I of Indian Summer

Slowly, 
The air fills with blue, and the greens catch fire
The hammerlight of Summer
With little mouse-steps,
Steals off into apricity.

I divide my days
Between wine and responsibilities
As a child divides his
Between play and obedience.

The time itself, at its best,
Is wine to me,
Full of light and flavors
Vying for my attention.

The aptly named Sept/ember
Ignites itself against the skies
And sets my thoughts asmoulder;
The inspiration I have begged and badgered
To arrive, does so at last
By its own rule, on its own clock
In the deep of the night
While I should be asleep.

I awake,
Dreams close behind my shoulder,
And find myself at this crossroads,
Inexorably older.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

I

If its money I got its money ill keep. If its money I have its money ill weep. If its love that I give its love ill receive. For I am but no one who just see's beneath. Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we change..in a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.


Details | I do not know? | |

Somewhere We Don't Know

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Yakar da Oldurur

Duzenin girdabinda
Kurulan yeni duzenler
Oyun icinde oyun kuranlar

Her aninda gunun yazda oyna
Her oyunda yonet  inani 
Gelecek yazilmis tohum ellerinde

O eller yakar da oldurur
Oyunu oynamak icin  kuralina
O eller hep ellerimizde biz istedikce
Yakar yikar  dostlarini  sessizce
O eller  kavurur yarinlari sen dur demedikce

Duzenin girdabinda koca bir cop yigini 
Oyunu oynayanlar ve oynatanlar kul yigini
Umit edersin  kufte  yasam gelecege tohum dusecek




Details | Rhyme | |

Vacation Work in Florida

We are going on vacation today.
Leaving for nine days to play,
At least one of us is, I say.
Me, I have to do list on display.

I don’t mind it at all, you see.
To help someone out in degree,
I love to fix everything that is me.
A workaholic is really my plea.

I get to see stepdaughter that I adore.
While we go to many places, I am sure.
New sights, faces, visiting galore,
Different choices, scenes, are my cure.

Vacations are always way to short.
I would never be happy at a resort.
I enjoy giving by gallon or quart.
Fixing things will never be distort.

I never enjoyed vacations ever at all.
But to be with my loved ones, is a ball.
My working on vacation is a call.
Rest for me will be after my fall.


Details | Rhyme | |

Visions at Hand

Visions at Hand. Time was once for youthful dreams, Of designs against cerulean skies. Impressionist painters with malleable schemes, Awe abounded for childish eyes. Years churned to make hope obscure, From pie-in-the-sky ambitions. Discordant tint made rain clouds secure, As tenet gave way to society's traditions. The Rogue's Gallery hangs perception well, Hiding the innocence of a painter's flush. Gone, are the days of Raphael, As colors dim on a weathered brush. The horizon needs clouds sketched anew, As the ancient bleeds out into smears. Allow young dreamers to paint their view, And frame their hopes without old fears.


Details | Free verse | |

Wisdom of Heights---Climb with Me

This morning
bells toll
a trumpet sounds
but refuses to blare
it just doesn't know 
how to harm
what it takes
to infect the living 

trees
earth
and sound
survive sadness
out last the past
bond brothers and sisters
of sky
air 
mud 
and water
as it loses 
to a force

some days...

this morning
it wins
because the vibration knows god
and is ONE

and though human imperfections
sit in the shadows of it's path
perfections will
and forever will
prevail

people
so arrogant 
we choose to destroy 
but how can we concentrate 
on methods of malcontent
when god sits at our breakfast table?
urging
as father urges child
"get up!"
"move on!"
"stand on two feet!"
"breath child!"

he tolls the bell
as we lay on deaf ears
he loosens ties with anger 
as the path warns and wears
thrusting
driving this cosmic ship 
of no loses
only tiny
arrogant setbacks

and he smiles
for he knows
what we yet
have to find...
and all is well.


Details | Ballad | |

Silent times

Silent times

Sometimes, I really do not care
About anything at all
My mind goes kind of quiet then
My mode is kind of cool
And all I really want to do
Is sit here looking in
Forgetting all the world outside
Forgetting all the din

There’s a time to send ones energy
And circle it around
But then there comes a sacred time
When the harmony is found
Waiting there within the dark
To hold one cozily
A time to be in her soft clutch
And bask there happily.

Then when the muse has been recharged
It’s time to wander back
And let the words come pouring out
Cause just along the track
The wind, the flowers and dancing trees
Have replaced the mystery
So now the words they may flow free
With much more energy.


Details | Acrostic | |

Lost In Thought

Now who would of thought the thoughts that would truly get the mind lost in fragile thought?
 So much on our known life, 
about unknown death when we laugh at others but at ourselves we really cry, 
in our very own hidden truth lies, 
amongst our own poeple who we defy, 
until we fight, 
for wrongs for personal rights, 
**** the darkness is what make us appreciate the light, 
I dont talk the talk nor do I walk the walk because I walk my talk while I swagger and swerve im my talks through these walks,
 Life can get so messy with death that its time for those of us here to grab the broom so God can mop,
 I live life to the fullest with what little I have because I dont have a lot, 
I live life shitty sometimes like almost everyone else like it or not, 
Im not special Im so unique Im individual with word talent I know I got, 
I know what I dont have so its important more knowledge among me is sought, 
I can be wrong half the time but can still make it 100% right I was self-taught among a young soul that seems to be bought,
 I got a bad limp but dont get me wrong I can still gallup through darkness while I jog lost in the early morning fog waiting to be patiently found in the midnight lounge where I trot,
 Truly lost so easily in profound hard thoughts litterally running from the cops waiting to duck and dodge from open gunshots,
 Bodies and shells drop where caskets are made among a dying crop, 
I can still make a splatter where there was just but a tiny dot, 
I used to have merely nothing now atleast I can truly say I have a safe spot, 
I was found looking for truth in lies lost in thought....


Details | Limerick | |

Quit Your Growling

<          once there was old woman on the prowl
            found younger man and begun to howl
            under silvery moon
            fead him with baby spoon
            now stomach does goo goo gah gah grawls



Written By Katherine Stella


Entry For Dr. Ram's Cougar Effect Contest 
G.L. All                                                                


Details | Verse | |

Life's Reason


LIFE'S REASON?

Where do we figure in the universal scheme of things?
this unanswered question is likely to so remain
we could be so insignificant, our egos would suffer pain 
maybe we are caretakers, to preserve beauty in our domain?,
or no role at all may be our lot, along with other Earthly beings.

Does it really matter?...... we're here and that's a fact
it's a wonderful world to enjoy, within life's short span
whatever our role, if any, life's great if we can so make it 
given reasonably good health, and strength enough to act.

To stay healthy is our main concern, and that of medical science
great strides in recent decades they've made, keeping us ahead
of viruses and other microorganisms,with aims we all do dread
their speedy mutations a constant threat, boffins combat 
in defiance. 

It would seem that life wasn't meant to be one smooth breeze,
there had to be adversaries to beat, just as in epic tales of old,
perhaps, when reaching our destinations, we will all  be told,
'drink from the Holy Grail my friends, put on your Golden Fleece"
hicky.


Details | Lyric | |

Just Be

Society, community, society, community.
You can leave now and let me be.
I will swim free, free in your sea. 
Your sea? your sea, polluted now, Oh you will never see.
Broken hearts, bodies too, beloved inner child, I love you.
Purity.
Alone.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity.
I know now that this is all I need.
To be. To be. That is all, just Be.
Burn your toys, television too, kill the car, the radio..... 
MOooooooo.
Unleash, unravel, these boys, disentangle, unblock, reset there mind, please sir,
could you be so kind?
Simplicity, Simplicity, simplicity.
Eye's clenched shut.
Now I know, Alone in my hut, not long to go, you will be free.
Free. free. free.
Buy the car, buy the house, buy the cow, consume, consume, but how?
Now!
Now, now, you tell me are you happy? for ever and art thou.
Ah ha, you see, you see.
Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity.
That is all I need, I choose now, my self is free?
Yes, yes, yes sir, me?
Free to sit, sit and just be.
Me? Free? free to swim in this endless blue sea?
I will just sit, sit right here, against this healing earth, oh so very near.
My mind is liquid, free to birth.
Just be. Just Be. Just Be.
Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity.





Details | Free verse | |

Too Desperate For My Blood

Coming up with this poem was difficult for me
I even nodded off dreaming of Grandma Juanita’s cinnamon rolls
Now I’ve returned to continue with pen
How alive is this new venue I’m in
Outside my bedroom

Loot as a tool -
Too desperate for my blood
Foul eyes dismiss the true you within

“When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on” 
Says the USA’s sixteenth president
Many guys and their lies deceive with surprise and when we see it with our eyes a piece of us dies
That’s if they’re close to us

Wake up everybody!
Why are you asleep? You shouldn’t be slumbering!

So you’re not desperate or fraught, just anxious and distressed?
Numerous phonetics but in spite of everything they’re synonymous

When only using your eyes, you’ll assume that having what somebody else has will make you happy
This is when you no longer trust in yourself, are desperate and are running on empty
This turns our souls into rust

In my survival I need not be reliant	but dependent upon myself


Details | Couplet | |

Happy is a Child

True joy is to hold a newborn child Their God's gift to make you smile you'll never find more earthly worth then two souls joining who give birth Grandpa's pride and Grandma's idle for these new parents it's their child To hold, love, teach, nurture and guide They do it all with a smile and pride All of the fear, worry, happiness and joy Unequaled by any store bought toy The richest people, you'll see around Are playing with children on the ground Long life, for a child, to breath earths fresh air Hear the echo, as all repeat the same prayer
Contest entry for "Children in rhtme"


Details | Tanka | |

The Prisoner

Mansion of body
Adorable abode of soul
Converts into prison
By the cruel hands
Of passing time


Details | Concrete | |

Observer

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.


Details | Ballad | |

A Saga Awaits You

The crowd pushes as your soul pulls,
You along your path to obscurity,
Where the light is engulfed,
By the clouds of eternity...

Timidly you lag behind,
Lost in the eddies of time,
And slowly you trudge,
To the same old grind...

But for the one who sees,
Dreams in splendored color,
The seeker holds the keys,
As one searches for the other...

Sparks of desire flood your mind,
While the cold dark streets glow,
From burnt embers lost in time,
And mounds of dashed hopes below...

You thrash and flail in utter desperation,
And you need that which can not be known,
Unless one is seasoned by your imagination,
When the dream is passed and the hope is grown...
Then it comes to you in a flash,
Love must be shared to exist,
So to others your hope is passed,
And your light escapes the mist...

The seeker surveys the vast multitude,
To find the source of the light,
Where the gift of hope was shared and grew,
Piercing the thin veil of night...

And to these dreamers is dared,
A glimpse of wisdom anew,
For you who love and share,
A saga awaits you...

Prepare to finally see,
The source for finding purpose,
In all that you do and can be,
Lies in what you can do for us... 

For selfish deeds trap us, 
And kindness offers you much more,
Once you apply this to practice,
Blinding light will pour forth...

And as the secret is shared,
Love rekindles the awakenings,
Among all those lost and scared,
Wonder and awe the new day brings...

Remember the grandness of this tale,
The next time you find yourself lost,
For what you offer is the holy grail,
So much hope... for so little cost!

My Gull Wheels On!


Details | Free verse | |

Due Date

The search for a due date never stops 
We seem to live in the shadow of our existence 
Tell us when the apocalypse will be, and we will set our watches
Seeking and stumbling in vein 
We want answers! 
We may know when our first breath was drawn
But when will be our last!? 
When the winds of opportunity blow in our favor
We pray for an extension of the deadline 
And sometimes
When adversity stalks us, and troubles beset us 
We feel incarcerated here
Some people want to leave this place
Some people actually do 
Uncertainty befalls us 
The faith we have is shaken 
And the 6 o clock news takes what's left 
Who will stand unchanged by the winds of rumor?
Can our hearts not beat inside the moments that we have? 
What life is it at all, to be afraid to die?

By: Kyle Ezra Kriticos 







Details | Rhyme | |

MY JOURNEY

A spiritual journey 
I develop more diligently
It is not attained through self-gratification but through fidelity 
Without the journey, there is no point to the destination 
To move ahead I must have no hesitation
Your experiences are not who you are 
I definitely aim for the stars
We are just the passengers relying on God’s navigation
In life we never have a travel plan but look to our destination
We are nothing but the passengers and God is at the helm
In our lives we are always on a journey here in this earthly realm
So many people are miserable but pretend to smile and grin
But are held captive by their own sins
We are have misconceived notions of time
Remember authority is nothing more than history defined
In a world surrounded with glitter and lies
Through history we all have been cheated and despised 
Life is a journey that will never end

“As we get older the journey of our lives does’t really exist to us anymore because we know 
we will be entering another journey.”


Details | Free verse | |

Offended

Offended 
is ignorance
a lack of understanding
silence 
is not for everyone

humans speak
and do things 
different than you
or your faction
true 
or untrue
or stretch truth

what's the worry?
stressing 
over someone else's beliefs 
takes you away 
from your own routine

offended 
is a waste of energy
needed for nothing
causing dangerous sparks
within one's mind
one's heart
one's soul
becomes contaminated
with preoccupations

vengeance breeds furious
often unexpected actions
of ill-will occur 
or changes for the worse 
creep 
in the shadows of good
growing
taking over
"spiritual kudzoo"
none could tame

extinguish your dealings
with petty rage
of another imperfect being's mouth
cancer vanishes easier
with early detection
MOVE ON!
or at least learn
from your polar opposite 


Details | Ballad | |

Nothing Matters

Inspired by and based on L’Étranger by Albert Camus


I'm a stranger to you, even stranger to me
I'll pass you by like a memory
Of innocence and ignorant bliss.
I feel nothing every time we kiss

I feel nothing each day I'm alive
Nothing matters, we're all gonna die
When and how, I could not care less
I don't care for the life over which you obsess

It can be changed but should I bother?
This life is just like any other
So taciturn and disarrayed
Oh, didn't Mother die today?

Reflecting the sunshine on the blade of a knife 
To turn away or to take his life?
I stopped to think as he hit the floor
His breathless body took four more

Now I'm being punished for refusing to lie
If my life is the price then I'll sacrifice
I am not like you, I refuse to pretend
And if truth equals crime then I will not amend

It can be changed but should I bother?
This life is just like any other
So taciturn and disarrayed
Oh, didn't Mother die today?

But I found myself in this nothingess 
And learnt to embrace the indifference
The end is nearing but there is no pain
For some strange reason, I feel happy again

I'm a stranger to you, even stranger to me
My blind rage has washed me clean
Proud to say that in this life so absurd
I never belonged to your condemned herd

I could have changed it but I didn't bother
This death is just like any other
So taciturn and disarrayed
Oh, dear Mother, I'm alive again


Details | Rhyme | |

Beyond the Frontier

Where am I? Why is it dark?
This isn’t what I had in mind when I left the park…
Why isn’t the wind whispering…the songbirds singing?
All I remember is a telephone ringing…
A scream and a crash and a pain in my side…
Is this what happens after one’s died?
I don’t feel like myself, I feel wild and free,
Yet I’m cold and alone, 'stead of filled with glee.

My whole life I’ve studied, and pondered, and prayed,
Trying to fathom what would happen this day
But now that it’s here, I’m beginning to fear
Maybe the afterlife’s not what it appears…
It’s certainly not what I’ve been told by my preacher
Or my parents or brother or best friend or teacher…
Is it a bad thing, or is it good?
Maybe it’s just not quite understood...

While I was on Earth, I just couldn’t wait
To meet good St. Peter at the heavenly gate
And ask him a question or query or two
“What was my purpose?” “What good did I do?”
“What’s it all for?” “How does it all flow?”
“Can I have one more body, one more try, one more go?”
But where is the angel? Where is the gate? And
If this is Hell, then where is Ol’ Satan?
Am I a lost soul? Am I forgotten?
Am I to be left here until I am rotten?

Lo and behold! what, now, can this be?
Is this a wonderful spiritual epiphany?
Is this the magical feeling all souls receive
When they leave Earth? Oh! was I that naïve?
How could I have not seen the realism?
Why was I consumed in man-made idealism?
This is more wondrous than all I was taught
Oh, all the times I argued and fought
With others, ‘bout how their views were asinine
Now I see, theirs were just as wrong as mine!
Little I thought was actually correct!
How, why, did I let others petty beliefs infect
My untouched, my pure, my virgin mind?
I regret all the hours I self-tortured to find
That compared to what I see now, I was empty and blind…

Wait - - What is this that I see?
What is this gateway that is revealed unto me?

Now a door is opened to my immortal soul
I am expected now to enter my life’s final goal…
I am scared, intimidated, but still I am glad…
For the truth I have just seen is anything but bad.
This is the end of my journey, I’ve nothing to fear,
For now I am going Beyond the Frontier.


Details | Sonnet | |

What's Cooking Good Looking

with muse in hand
a romantic longing is the plan
dinner at eight
I hope he won't be late

sherry filled to the rim
soft music for us to spin
candles on the mantel
slight ring of dinner bell

waft of curry stuffed chops
and potatoes creamy and hot
buttermilk biscuits on the side
and dessert for which he decides

this is how mom said to get to a mans heart
with a romantic dinner from the very start



Tribute To Romance
{MIO}


Also Entry For
Laura Mckenzie's
A Romantic Longing Contest

GL All


Details | Free verse | |

Good Luck Meal

I pounded, pounded, pounded, not in that rock 
on pop gun sort of way, with a tinge of smoke 
after the sudden spark, keeping me well amused,
but in that bam, bam, bam, meat squishing
and flying in tiny bits so you wonder if everything 
remains sterile way that the Flintstones would have liked
And the Italians, too, dousing it with lemon
And wine until you see stars as you wobble
And pucker up for the kiss, that comes or not,
And that is always the way it begins, with elbow
Grease, tastes offered to any taker, welcome smiles
 and songs and company, and then the luck 
shows up, smelling faintly of singed cabbage, turn-about elbow 
noodles dangle from their lip and the heady sense
that you were there that day, all aware. And life made good 
your meal of effort by offering a swallow of champagne.


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

A Sonnet of Confidence

I used to march without a sense of pride
And never held myself with high esteem.
Appeasing everybody else’s dream,
I’d lose the battle fighting for their side.
I was a soldier, blank and hazy-eyed.
My heart would stop and start and wait and scream
Because the fight would not ignite a beam
And leave me dark – a fight with strength denied.

But now, I’ll bid that weak design adieu.
Remove the shield that reaches from the past
And let my heart be stabbed with Wisdom’s dagger.
I now must run with strength in every shoe
And fight so that my will is not the last.
I’ll redefine what it means to have “swagger.”


Details | Lyric | |

Leave me with my dreams

Leave me with my dreams.

Leave me with my dreams
Cause I’m a dreaming fellow
Leave me here a pondering
With mind all calm and mellow
Picturing a better world
Where evil is no more
Let me dream of the harmony
Of a world all free of war.

It might never happen
Sometimes it seems to me
That a tadpole has more chance
Of swimming in the deep blue sea
But let me dream about it
It makes my heart feel warm
Let me dream of a world at peace
And this it be the norm.

Leave me with my dreaming
Of peace and harmony
Where God will rest within each heart
And a perfect world will be
Where everywhere becomes a space
Of sweetest liberty.

Leave me with my dreams
Maybe they’ll seep into you
Then peace and harmony might reign
In everything you do
I guess that someone has to dream
For something to be born
So if more folk did get to dreaming
There might be a brand new dawn.


Details | Blank verse | |

A Few Things

In the beginning 
we love everything; 
the mobile that hangs 
above our head, 
the rattle in our hand, 
that favorite stuffed animal 
or blanket 
we put so much faith in. 

When the only word for God 
is mother and we never have to endure 
or pretend, but as time goes on, 
those damaging tides roll in. 

With each blue crush of the pipe, 
we twist and bend, 
until only a few things remain 
that we truly love. 

It’s at that moment of realization, 
as if trying to retain our own innocence; 
we pull close that which we still hold dear 
and thank God above.


Details | Couplet | |

The Pleasure Has Been All Mine

<               I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it's my gift to you
                 Now use it wisely and write about some captioned caught views


                 thus that of an snow-capped mountain with an eagle that soars
                 or white sandy beaches where ribbed tides rolls back to it's shores

             
                 maybe stars and moon dance reflecting off stilled bay's port
                 in ones head you must determine choice of words to now sort


                 from beautiful to just pleasure does not hit it's mark
                 beneath recant memory that caused the ignited spark


                observer of denial you can not destroy ones voice
                within pens stroke there comes a poet with another choice


                seize the day and come bow to the chosen word of the day
                dont let an overpowering object just get away







Written By Katherine Stella  6/26/11

Entry For A Rambling Poet's

Writing In The Sublime


Details | Haiku | |

Spotted Division

spotted division

birch trees live in black and white

bark reveals secrets




(June 20, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved


Details | Limerick | |

like it or not--it's here to stay

Inventive minds can be inspired  
Great ideas in time may be sired
High fashion and style
Are acquired for a while
But in the brain sex is hard wired


Details | Rhyme | |

Introspection

I wake for start of new day to find all nature stirring.
The bumble bee and humming bird around the feeder whirring.
The russet breasted robin has caught the early worm.
He'll feed it to his lady love before the final squirm.

Across the way the flower field is filled with willing workers.
Spring in my valley scurries on, it is no place for shirkers.
Not long ago I too was part of frantic interaction.
I watch with cup of coffee and a sigh of satisfaction.

I've served my time, no need to rise to annoying alarm.
Without me spring will carry on, I've rented out the farm.
The days whern I met life head-on is part of history.
In my newly welcomed leisure I let life come to me.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Main Matrix

So, if a matrix is a body substance, in which all cells are embedded?
Then can I not spiritually say that the body of Christ is also a matrix?
Well, is it safe to assume or safer to not assume the differences in such?

If I have a World Wide Web with many matrixes, there must be a main.
How does one achieve the main matrix without a conversion of all matrixes?
Each living breathing organism has a matrix, but what supplies this?
 
Seems how all bodies have cells embedded in a matrix,
Is it not safe to assume that the universe has a matrix?
If so, where is the main universal matrix?
There must be a connection of some sorts,
Nevertheless, what is it and where is it?
Moreover, why has this not been thought of?
 
If the body is the temple of the Lord,
Then He must have a main matrix.
Matrix is Latin for womb.
So in which womb is this matrix?
Only a female has a womb.
There must be one that is required by none.
 
Now let us get even more difficult here.
We have a World Wide Web with many matrixes.
What if the World Wide Web is an individual womb?
It obviously has good and evil in its growth.
Could there have been two that fused by one?
Could there have been a conversion of all matrixes.
Or is there only one main matrix being a female?
 
Let us get back to the body of Christ and His matrix.
Let us even go to your own bodies matrixes.
An enclosure within in which something originates or develops,
This is what lives and breathes inside of you every day, a matrix.
Do we not develop Christ within ourselves, and He our originator?
Is it not safe to assume that we are the body of Christ?
Moreover, that we are of a matrix that has a universal main matrix?
 
 
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Determined To Use

The ambition that was given for mission
Methodically apply message from sky
A hard worker know they need no permission
They remain practical as time flies by

Arising at times their is pessimism
So cautiously they vie for self discipline
While still relying on expressionism
Patience from them is like the drug insulin


Details | Free verse | |

Ribbon Daughter in Law Tied

Your visit to the clinic
with your positive attitude back fired,
that dreaded word
no matter how gentle, how sincere given, stabs.
Yet you rose above all that
you fought with an energy entwined
along with the surgeon’s skill.
You lost apart of you that day,
but undeterred kicked this parasite
into touch, the score in your favour.
Your loss of hair
a symbol of courage
oh yes, chemo took its toil
but it was the cancer that died.
So to you diagnosed don’t wait
get on with your life,
because these victims are now strong
willing to help and ready for combat,
a confrontation
cancer just cannot win!

dedicated to Sheryl Horsman, my Daughter in Law,
who had both breast removed, after a most vicious form of cancer..
she as now being cleared of the diease.. 


© Harry J Horsman 2012    


Details | Blank verse | |

Goodbye for Now

large yellow diesel machines coughed
coughed thick black smoke, caught their breath
struggled convulsively and after a series of loud farts
assorted groans and mechanical creaks                                                       
lumbered like broken old men waiting to pee.
Oh, they worked that day, from sun up                                                                            till the orange red sky was upon them
shivering in the cold dark desert sand                                                  
parked together like defenseless tadpoles, 
shaking and quivering in the damp night air,                                            
their job done for another day.
Building what, sand ramps, that's what.                                                   
From nowhere to nowhere!
another notch in the creative history                                                        
duly recorded for potentates from the east
who understand & see cows in the sky                                                         
or not so pretty women with tight green skirts
whores, dirty mattresses and rats                                                                  
who love the companionship                                           
of pencil pushing addicts alcoholics                                                          
and assorted beasts of the mind                                                         
Squalor is the key here
rub your nose in crap is the meaning of their sage advice
promulgated by the ass kissing majority                                                   
who worship at the altar of mendacity
after all, they were at M.I.T. and were bored.                                                
Who gives a shtt! Publish, it must mean something                                      
If it doesn' they were the first to do it!                                                       
Eat flesh and die. Filthy flesh at that,
hardly fine dining, but that's another story.
Goodbye for now.


Details | Rhyme | |

Who to believe

When we silence the noise, of our electric clock 
wake-up, turn on lights, and our coffee pot 
Should we feel shame, for what we have done 
or in blissful ignorance, greet the morning sun 

millions of people perform this ritual everyday 
Without thought of consequence, just time saved 
Some men, wives and children seek only to survive 
others use time to plunder and destroy all alive 

The path of life's maze fixed by our choices in life 
nescient of truth, all choice will lead us to strife 
Kept weak, hopeless, fearful, no query is raised 
Is it apathy or a delusion, men take to their grave

dregs of the waste, have defiled air, sea and sand
befouled Gods heaven, killing both plant and man
A priority, we created, pillaged humanity on earth
Pantology repressed, only to seed arrogance not mirth

The people's voices muted, because of some men's greed 
but, questions persist, and now we all must take heed 
I am only a farmer, tasked with planting some seed
as a caretaker of land, my life is to cultivate and weed 

An estimate, of 60 years needed to decontaminate the land
What men built, planting their nuclear seed in the sand
Take time to think, talk and inquire of all that is planned
Please put, a pen to paper, instead of heads in the sand

The future life of plants, animals and the humanity of men
Rests in The Peoples Voices and Words from their pen


Details | Ballad | |

Capricorn, the mountain climber

Capricorn the mountain climber

The goat he is relentless
He'll cimb the higest hill
Just a wee bit at a time
With his gigantic will
He tends to take life seriously
But he can laugh at his own self
This man will try to seek his fortune
And accumulate some wealth.

He be the father of this Earth
He likes to take control
And sometimes he will be considered
As drab, and often dull
He's reliable, you can count on him
When you need to get things done
He'll often work so very hard
He'll forget to have some fun.

He has a lot of patience
And he can put his mind
A hundred percent on anything
And him you'll often find
Working out some problem
Until he gets it right
And for the people in his life
He'll put up quite a fight.

23 September 2013 @ 1422hrs.


Details | I do not know? | |

On The Edge Of Sanity

The heart is heavy, and the burden won’t be borne away, I seek the sun beyond the 
weeping moon, among the mourning stars, I seek for hope in the faces of those 
forsaken spirits, I moan silently, wailing for the diseased dream, and the rain softly 
washed away the remained memory of the sunlight, leaving only darkness in the 
horizon.

I weep delightfully, as I amputate the hanging wish, releasing my soul from the ghost 
of hope; comfortably I sank in grief, unwilling to rise, refused to pass through, this 
comfort drifted in my veins so ruthlessly I almost couldn’t breath.

Oh, woe for the dreams that kept me hanging on the edge of sanity, and woe for those 
promising tomorrows that faded in the ashes of solitude, for the foolish in me had finally 
crossed the way to the fairyland where a heart can dwell in peace.

you can find my writings at:
http://echoes19.wordpress.com/


Details | Haiku | |

Devil Gun

Guns are the devil
Reincarnated metal
When in evil hands


Details | Light Poetry | |

Smack dab in the center

Recently I got tired of being a puppet on a string. 
I’m not sure why, 
but I woke up, 
and then it all made sense. 
Until that point, I’d spent my life deep in mind’s pretense. 
I found my heart,
I dove straight in, 
and much to my surprise, 
I landed smack dab in the center of spirit’s loving eyes.


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

The Mother Of All Planets

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                                           the             universe                    has
                                         physical                                      matter
                                        concentric           sphers                      with
                                       many         planets                                 stars
                                       and                   galaxies                             for
                                      o   b    s     e   r    v  a      t    i      o                 n
                                      text    ual               v     i      e                         w
                                      to             see                   big                      bang
                                      but                    t  o                   me            o u   r
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                                      c     o      u     n    t   s      the      m    o      s        t

                                       f      o            r          i      t '    s           w h  a    t

                                        m                   a                   n                        y  
                                                    
                                         d            o                     c       a       l           l

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Though this is a shape poem
it is written in diminished hexaverse lol


Details | Free verse | |

Why are Question

when silence 
becomes to loud for you
and loneliness 
becomes crowd for you
there will be a fine 
line of clouds on 
the sky, 
there will be a 
line that will divide
the flowers from 
the thorns

when light will
be too dark for you
and sun will 
be just a spark for you
then that will be the time
the world will call you crazy
it will all be madness 
or sanity will look hazy 

remember,
or forget
I've never found difference 
between them
so will you
or you will not
it confusing 
so is life?
isn't it?
or is it?
Why is everything a question?
or are they really question?
why are answers
you might think 
why are answers 
isn't grammatically right 
my grammar must be wrong 
its not,
that is my question
"Why are answer"

I'm way above the clouds,
reaching for the sky,
where no one has ever been
have they ever seen?
what is the shape of the sky?
what is the shape shape?

why is there always a question?
a question for me
a question for all of you!
"Why are Question"



Details | Couplet | |

Wasted Time

I've heard people use these words, since my birth
never truthfully considering, what time is worth

through recess, football games, wars and strife
guess I've wasted time, all throughout my life

like laying in the sun, watching birds in the air
seemingly, flying back and forth, without a care

but then I understand, what's really been seen
Their scouring earth for food, to keep it green

Thinking of all instances, as I go back in time
Time I thought was wasted, was really my climb

From the time of birth, we start climbing stairs
seeing, feeling and learning, of life and prayers

grand-children say "can't afford, to waste any time"
I say "can't afford not to, soon the bell will chime"

signaling the last lap, in your race against time
A chance to help others or keep chasing the dime

If you choose, chasing a dime, for wealth in a bank
your life will be remembered, somewhere on a plank

or choose to help others, your words persist on a troll
teaching "nothing is wasted that's good for your soul"



contest entry


Details | Rhyme | |

Redhead Philosophy

I am strong, I am brave so many ask why I am so strange my reply has always been because God made me this way with curious looks and a grin I look at them and say I have red hair that I must tend what more do I need to explain/center> Just silly


Details | Lyric | |

I have loved it all

I have loved it all

I have loved it all
Adored the whole of it
All those foolish dramas
The dirt and all the grit
The joy, and all it’s sorrows
I’ve really loved it all
All in all my life is beautiful.

I’ve heard folk moan about old age
But not me, never, no
Cause every day forever more
I’ll always feel that glow
That comes from living happily
Within this now, and here
I’m holding each new day so very dear.

I have loved it all
I have, that’s how I be
Oh, I’m so glad to be here
With my philosophy
My fate knows what she’s doing
And she’ll do right by me.

You’ll never hear me moaning
About my years so far
Cause all is an adventure
With me, the leading star
And when I leave this shell behind
I’m quite prepared to go
Though where I’m bound for then, I do not know.


Details | Villanelle | |

Total Destruction

<                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                     Will it spin off mantel like head to gawk 
                                     Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                     Floods fires quakes acts from natures own birth
                                     Litterbugs arsonists terrorists balks
                                     Destruction of beautiful mother earth


                                    Illuminate waters that someone hurts
                                    Cleanliness is painted in Godly chalk
                                    Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                    Man woman and even thy smallest mirth
                                    For thy Father in our Heaven will stalk
                                    Destruction of beautiful mother earth

                                   Eagle that soars a wolf howling from girth
                                   Will thy it's freedom ring out thus like the hawk 
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                   Like land before time when man walked
                                   Wonder how forces existed and talked
                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth


Details | Sonnet | |

Kiss This

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


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


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


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




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


Details | Elegy | |

What a Beauty-Full Life

Beauty is in flowers, and the petals
Bathing in the early morning dew

Beauty is in the eyes of a father
When his son takes the first step

Beauty is on the face of a baby,
Sleeping in mother’s lap

Beauty is in freedom,
When you fly high on the wings of hope

Beauty is in the expressions of a poor man
When he gets food after eternity

Beauty is in the pride of a teacher
When his student supersedes

Beauty is in the compassion of a devotee
When he finds solace

Beauty is in the innocence of a child
When he asks you questions

Beauty is in the sips of laughter,
You share with your friends

Beauty is in the springs of desire
that arrive after a prolonged autumn

Beauty is in the cry of a woman,
Whose womb succeeds

Beauty is in the silence,
When you don’t speak, and you say a lot

Beauty is in the warmth of passion
That builds around the arms of a lover

Beauty is when those small fights,
End with tears of joy

Beauty is when the first raindrop,
Kisses your cheek

Beauty is in perseverance,
When the world’s showing off

Beauty is in the enigma,
When everything’s certain

Beauty is in a poem,
Where poetry meets prose

Beauty is in little chunks of life,
Filled with joys and sorrows

Beauty is in your eyes,
your heart, and in every single breath

Beauty is when you say,
“What a Beauty-Full Life...”


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Going Home

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

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

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

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


Details | Blank verse | |

One of those Nights

The morning sun 
beams through the front windshield 
like an intruder: 
brash and unwelcome, forcing you to wake. 

Whiskey eyed, smelling like an ashtray, 
parked at the back end 
of some ghetto ass neighborhood 
wondering what the hell you did the night before. 

It's like trying to remember words 
you haven’t written yet. 

One thing is for certain: 
a little bit of rope goes a long way, 
but a lot of rope 
will hang you.


Details | Free verse | |

Ever

Ever watch the man pull into wheelchair parking, 
get out of his car and walk into a store.
Ever watch an obese woman eating at a buffet 
and you think there is just no excuse,
Ever see a teenager with piercings standing in a store, 
you quickly move to another aisle.
Ever stand in line for a cashier and tap your feet 
while the elderly woman counts out her change.
Ever look at the woman wearing a hijab 
and think she is different and cannot be trusted.
Ever want to sit down on the bus 
but some young whipper-snapper does not give up their seat.
Ever consider that you may be prejudice 
and need to carefully examine why you feel that way.
Consider this;
The man in wheelchair parking has heart disease
and cannot walk long distances without developing angina.
The obese woman gained weight when she developed arthritis
and is no longer able to work-out as she had when she was well.
The teenager is kind and thoughtful and was about to ask you 
if you need help in reaching an item on the shelf,
The elderly woman worked hard all her life and is just trying to make
the cashier’s life easier by giving her the exact change.
The woman wearing the hijab is a kind and caring person 
who is about to become your physician,
The young whipper-snapper on the bus has just been diagnosed 
with cancer and is too weak to stand for the ride,
Ever think that you are making judgement 
without knowledge or the full facts.
No more prejudice, 
Ever.

Written September 9, 2012
For Debbie Guzzi’s contest
“Stand”




Details | Couplet | |

The second miracle,,,,,,,

Oh "Great Spirit" hear my words of truth and prayer

Long life for this child, breathing the earths fresh air

Teachers were given this precious gift, from your guiding hands 

My grand-daughter they named Mali, who has all the lesson plans 

So, that all may learn your lessons and the wisdom of your word, 

to her parents you gave choices, instead of following the herd. 

To choose the best for Mali, with all the fear and doubt you raised 

Is a challenge to the best yet, they completed it unpraised. 

They overcame each obstacle and hurdle that you made 

With fear and doubt they fought so, she won't be dismayed. 

I know life is Yours to give or take, anytime you choose, 

with that give her life, on earth, and put mine as a muse. 

This world no longer has use of it and I feel its course is run 

So let, your child, Mali live the life, that Liam had begun 

I see she has much to give this world, that it could surely use 

My plea is that her life be renewed, before you must re-cuse


Details | Free verse | |

The Tenth Gate

The city of nine Gates lays between two worlds.
In time wanders through pain and bliss,
Holding stones with hands cold, following signs stray from a Fate's gush.
The dark city walks the path of Silence,
Driven by a flaming star until the last Gate appears.
A vivid lightning, in a winter's scary night,
The edge of a cliff that few will dare to fall,
The tenth Gate reveals the Secret of a life divine.
Time and light swirl and dance in a purity,
Where prime Intuition and instincts entrap the Oblivion.
Free minds, visitants, touching the Doors' Perception knob
Wishing to feel the large and become the change they See.


Details | Verse | |

The Poetic Blues

I think I self-sabotage unknowingly 
because of fear
So my message goes unheard because I’m afraid to let the people hear
And end up drowning in the poetic blues
doubting my ability to write about the truth;

I dug deeper and deeper into myself trying to write a poem good enough to be free of judgment
Then I stepped out on faith and suddenly I was triumphant 
and my writing grew 
and I was loving it
I had finally passed the fear of speaking and caring about who the fu*c! was judging it

As I wait to be inspired for the next poem, 
I sit and think alone and drown in my sorrows
Listening to jazz, blues and a.m. radio
trying to find an excuse not to perform at the SLAM 
because again I can’t think of a damn thing to write…..
Drowning in poetic blues
Will this be the one that will be thrown away and never be used 

Or will this be the one that transcends the others  
and finally prove that poetry is blues and blues is poetry and hip hop and jazz and r&b, 
Poetry is music and the words dance around in my soul 
and I am free once they become spoken 
In the meantime the paper is where the words will rest 
until the silence is broken

Drowning in the sea of proper delivery 
My voice, my stance, my intensity
How will others interpret the words that I’ve chosen so diligently?
I wrap my soul around the possibility that none of the words I choose – 
will keep me from becoming deluged and trapped by the poetic blues

Somehow my heart refuses to accept that I don’t deserve to have my words heard 
and it takes over this whole process
No more time for shrinking and feeling less
I was born to  make my words manifest light
I am a gorgeous medium to the truth yeah that's right
I was sent here to give you a piece of good news
Remember that God is with you when you get
The poetic blues


Details | Verse | |

Solar Love

Every star is someone eles's son (shield your eyes) shrug off hate from everyone familiar place been here before thousands of nights the ocean shore coasts are changing minds align hate and fear must now resign connect the dots move my child tame the shy wake the wild shred advice relayed from the miser castrate cancer obstructing the wiser transcendental the hydrogen burns furnishing life each time earth turns


Details | Limerick | |

These Coming Summer Days

Tis splendor in the grass these coming summer days
America’s youth can have their privileged adolescent ways
Swimming and playing or simply being laid back
They have little worries without any teacher’s flack
Enrich they youngish self before the inevitable groans of early Mondays


Details | Free verse | |

The Grateful Guilt of Greatness

I'm just barely trying not really fitting in Age wiser the miser who keeps transcending lessons and blessings keep him grounded in hell this wild child lives not in fear but much with it, far and near Sustaining any bit of stress nothing's important when driven into madness then you've lost, beyond the control that brought you close to greatness exiting down inside the hole of emptiness on which my house was built it landed it on the wicked witch killed her in a grateful guilt The worst think they're better the rest think they're dead the little you know should be invested into knowing a little more to use on the road when all luck is licked I take my luck in the cold world for it's no existence of diamonds and pearls spoiled souls are ugly and twisted while lesser men shine bright for they got used to the void of nothing while the greedy wish to get higher to steal the heaven light Now everything is wrong they bottle their pain exploding, as they fall victim and pass on the blame never at fault stone solid in guilt a champion devours until their dreams are fulfilled nothing can stop them moving like a train up a hill giving up not an option I don't need no one that's my favorite lie I wish it were truer than the darkness of night for I once knew her she kissed me just twice then walked away from my sadness and on with her life I carry that with me as a mistake of my former less informed harmless soul It took all the alone time for my conscious to grow and repair all the damage I gained in defeat defeat now her destruction is nothing but another demon I beat Don't blame me for your limitations they were probably placed there not by mistaken so the potential for evil can never take root and your seed never spreads into a new movement of youth that wears your menacing glance I shake your shaky hand I see the way of the culprit in your uneasy glance and the way you carry yourself high above all the rest I'll give you that feeling that to me is the nothingness Much like the nothing you come to realize your doing for the better spreading your lies as if you believed them like the false belief in yourself happiness is that door that you haven't opened yet or you wouldn't so freely steal it from those who have always so jealous you don't know what its like living without it As I say in final thought I put in the work now so later I'll not and when I reach greatness I'll remember the way with your own shovel you dug such a deep grave.


Details | Rhyme | |

Life and death

Life and death

I hear them speak of life and death
And it just makes me laugh
For these two be not opposites
They’re not of the same path

What should be said is birth and death
Life has no opposites
It just goes on forever more
I think you’ll find this right.

Life is filled with energy
That cannot ever die
All forms must die, but life does not
And this one can’t deny

All there be is transformation
From one form to the next
 But life goes on, and on, and on
But don’t you be perplexed.

We always call it life and death
But this is not the truth
Just change it now to birth and death
This world is filled with proof.

22 May 2014 @ 1013hrs.


Details | Rhyme royal | |

The Game Of Life

Life is so full of surprises, It will never let you see, that something or 
someone is not meant to be.  You travel down life path each day, hoping and praying
nothing gets in your way.  Life can bring a twist into your steps, it will make you
crawl, and beg for help. You never expect things to go astray, leaving you trapped 
in everyway.

You can not seemed to grab a grip something or someone is always out there to make
you slip.  The game of life can be confusing sometimes, if you are not careful, it
can blow your mind.  You travel down life journey, hoping to make it through, then all
of a sudden someone want to pick at you.

Life comes at you fast, no one knows how long it going to last But there is one thing
we all need to do in order to make sure life do not get the best of you.  Pray to God
everyday and ask him to lead and guide you in every way.   


Details | Ballad | |

A Hopeless Being

A Hopeless Being.
 

Oh Lord! Before in hell forsake,
dreams do remove from all the men;
strip them, their hope away do take,
or shall in hell rebel again.
 
The dreams I dream they aren't mine,
but of that learner courting hope,
at nightfall are a humble shrine,
in peaceful slumber envelop.
in sleep such obscure visions come,
while vulnerable am I whole,
the hostile sights my heart do thrum,
in mixed melody is my soul;
their beauty what does signify,
and those faces that are ne'er real!
Now do our breaths they dignify
or negate all --that we do feel.
Is poor most a dreamless being,
with flightless nights and yearnings sour,
his curse is a mind of stable seeing,
disowning growth forevermore.
Isn't useless hope that ne'er pays,
is present yet as thin as air,
though in the eye it always stays,
but to the reason seldom there;
these drinks of dreams I do condemn,
but life and death come from this cup,
I might have given up on them,
but will they ever give me up.
 
R.N.Khan, © 2012


Details | Senryu | |

Puppet on a string

linked by a silk rope 

i am played by the hand ..folklore 

puppet on a string 

p


Details | Sonnet | |

Ulterior Song


Expanding lead, the songs to dome and lands unknown,
where ancient schemes and mysteries denote the search,
the foliage leaves announcers are and shadows grown
transmit to find the final ports where souls converge.

Along the cause, the reasons change on saddened dawn,
foretelling prophetess from skies implements lies,
about the souls' ulterior  route - of dark drapes drawn,
beside the will of the cold winds that spell demise.

The ghosts define with howling songs the nightly dark,
souls hark the calls inviting them where feelings flare,
and angels confer skyward trip where they embark,
while blurry visions of the tears reside in glare.

Along the sorrow of souls gone, serene and calm,
spreads up the chapels' knell salute to skies' realm.

© 03-11-2013, All Rights Reserved
(A hexameter sonnet)


Details | Ode | |

Ode on the Four Forgotten's

Here take my hand,
I have watched the world torn itself apart,
Through agony and despair
I have seen the tears of the innocence’s and smiles from the wicked
How long does this world needs to endure?
The sufferings cause by war and sickness;
Life long torment endured by those who stand upright for the truth,
If you take my hand you will know my purpose of existence
I am Sorrow, that’s who I am.

Here take my hand,
And know the false teachings of this world
Everywhere I look, I see lies
Lies this world has created, 
I wish to bring light into this world, if only my words were heard
And my teachings are truly followed.
My followers are lost, instead of finding those who are lost!
If you take my hand, you’ll know my purpose of existence
I am Truth, That’s who I am 

Here take my hand,
And you will know the handiwork of man
God created man in His image, and man created society in his image.
A society of greed, lust, hatred, envy and the thoughts of evil towards one another,
A spitting image of mankind darkest part of their hearts,
Know then, sorrow and truth
They know me for I surpass them and bring them all to being
I am Love.
Take my hand, 
And let me ease your sorrows and,
Let me open your eyes to the lies this world has implanted in your heart
I have seen them ignore the poor out on the streets, 
As they are in a hurry to merry in charity, to claim names for themselves,
Mankind has truly been deceived by the lair or have they deceived themselves?
Know me and know love, for truelove is unconditional.

Here take my hand,
And know my words are true and just!
For I represent those whose voices have been silent.
I represent those, whose strength has being taken,
I am the shield for the weak and the sword for the righteous.
I have seen those who uphold the laws are the ones who break them.
I have seen the blood of the innocence turning the river red.
Laws are meant to rule man and not man to the rule laws,
Corrupting the true law is a sin, for it corrupts justice!
Take my hand! And know what true justice is.
I am Justice, and question me not on laws for I know the laws.


Details | Alliteration | |

Undermining Light

Despising, Deceiving, Denying
Lying, Lynching, Looting
Mindless, Morals, Misconceiving

Opening, Options, Obsolete
Treacherous, Treasonous, Thieves
Thinking, They, Them

Boasting, Bullying, Blinding
Forsaking, Forbidding, Friends
Uniting, Under, Unity

Sending, Signals, Selfishly
Can’t, Control, Consciousness
Everyone, Escape, Earth

Holding, Here, Hell
Never, Not, Now
Win, We, Will

Yearning, Ye, Yes
Illumination, Inside, Increasing
Evil, Ending, Extinct  


Details | Crystalline | |

Real Perception

Pride is a ride, take it in stride
Humility is free, no degree. Cecil Francis Hickman


written for
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. 
Contest Name "QUOTE ME" 


Details | Rhyme | |

The halo effect

If there is one thing I remember
It is what life told
Just open your eyes
All that glisters may not be gold
So who is to blame and whose fault I hold
The halo effect, the one in disguise
Manifesting deception in front of thy eyes
Treat one different because of their look
Why read? Judge the cover of the book?
But you do read others because they don’t have the look
If you understand, how long has it took?
The halo effect, we magnify a trait
Condone the flaws, we magnify a trait
Attractiveness, is this what you mean?
All this talk, my perception a feign?
What I see, aint what it seem?
Huh, thanks for this, as well as that.
The halo effect, my mind was hacked. 


Details | Alliteration | |

Not for the finicky or fainthearted

My mind is experiencing a fastidious flatulence; slightly fiendish, and not for the
finicky or fainthearted. 
I fidget amidst it's fanatical far-fetched farce yet stand fearless, watching it's face
flounder in a foolhardy feeble-minded foible. 
With fervor I say farewell forever to it's festering, feverish fetish, as it's frantic
fiasco foams, flails and finally fails.

http://lovestruehome.com/


Details | Quatrain | |

Yesterday

dreams or illusions of living in peace and harmony
In thinking about life's problems I didn't come undone
images still float in the wind, music of the Harmonie
The magical dream of people on earth living as one

An adolescent desire of a world with a lasting peace
let us justify a bad decision to stop sowing seeds
or are we nomadic people, living like a flock of geese
Life is following the one in front, unsure of where it leads

with ideas, seeds are sown, establishing a path to peace
Can we transcend innovations, to stop following the flocks
to learn people exchanging views possibilities will increase
listening to people and stop throwing metaphoric rocks

"Yesterday, trouble was distant  life a game to be played"
Our people may be gone, but our past lets us be unafraid
My angel seems far away, but memories will never fade
all dreamers, vying in the game of life will never be swayed

I still believe and long for yesterday



for Beatlemania! contest
of Heather Ober


Details | Verse | |

Earth, Water, Fire, Air

Earth, water, fire, air
solitary elements to exist;
while alpha powers from 
celestial arenas persist at creation
in it's rawest form
Nothingness,
A blank canvas
Empty;
full of substance and potential
Awaiting a transformation that will be 
a perfect reflection of beauty
pictures on a mantle
Earth, Water, Fire, Air


Details | Free verse | |

Soap Box Politics and the Common Man.

This morning I listened

To the simpleton and the sapient man preach

Yet as they orated to

All we who came to listen and imbibe

I was lost

There was no distinguishing 

One voice from the other.

Later as I pondered 

All that which was spoken

Spewed aimlessly upon us 

I knew that I could not agree

With that which was said

By the simpleton.


Details | Free verse | |

I knew it was you approaching -for mcf

Here
it comes again
to where I always am...
waiting, watching, so hungry my eye.

When
I was alone
waiting in the wind of a different city
wearing the absurd clothes of my youth
I opened all the windows and doors
because I knew it was you approaching

Now
again you stir the air around me
feathered in like a sweet hot wind
singing, dancing
tumbling along

and yet
I am still
and you are always arriving
some how I always knew you were close

But you never
slow down to let me smell you,
hold you for a moment

like I remember

on the hill, in the sun
the circle of trees happening
something I can only glimpse
and some how I think you know

that the sun warmed our bodies
the trees circled around
and your eyes reflected the sky
on the hill
in the now and always
blazing summer day


Details | Free verse | |

Nothing's as it Seems

     You think you enjoy the radical,
flaming in the gas jets of astral fumes, 
spinning in the ocular midnight of a rabid dogs dream,
yet, I think you know, NOTHING is as it seems.

An all too thorough pondering
of mundane thought comes to naught
as vulgar words don’t necessarily wax poetic.

     Talking, writing, hurl, polysyllabic words
across a dot matrix screen in a pixel fight with the Lord
don’t made you a prophet or a prophetess
 	You just scream now, scream…
show your pain across a global terrain in a globular dream
‘Cause I know, you know, NOTHING is as it seems.

Rebel, rebel hell, damn good for nothing navel watcher
pick the lint out, start a fire, you don’t have to die to mean something
     you have to do something, damn, it's not enough      to just BE
ACT don’t just bite the dirty hand, green with the bile of your blood
eat the whole arm…chaw of a chunk and spit it in the systemic eye
                      of a postulate system which MAKES have and have nots.
See that fading grin wink from existence      and the twin terrors of
DUMB and DEE saying “Howdy and Fiddle Dee Dee” to the 
arses who claim to KNOW, ‘cause I know, you know,
NOTHINGS as it seems………..

*Dedicated to Jeffery Cohen from one anarchist to another
**This would be my Alice poem ;)


Details | Ballad | |

The sunyassin

As far as I know this is a true story about Alexandra the great...Peter



The Sannyasin.

Alexander said to Dandamis
"Old man you come with me
For I need me a sannyasin
To take across the seas.
Hey you be just a beggar man
I'll make you rich indeed
You'll live a life of luxury
With everything you need.

Dandamis standing naked there
With silence in his essence
He had no fear at all did he
In the mighty leaders presence.
He said "I'll give you nothing friend
And there's nothing that I need
So Alexandra drew his sword
Tried to make the beggar plead.

Dandamis laughed and said these words
With power in his voice
"You can put that sword right through my heart
My friend, that be your choice.
But I left this body long ago
I have no use for it
So pierce this heart my fine young friend
It won't harm me a bit.

Alexander he was beaten
By a fearless beggar man
Though he had won most of the world
Dandamis foiled his plans.
The beggar said "You say you're great
But that's not true at all
For any man that thinks he's great
He be merely a fool


Details | Couplet | |

Maybe it's too soon

We speak words of wonder
We speak words of doom

We wonder why we fight again
Maybe it's too soon

We have thoughts of beauty 
We have thoughts of technology

Our thoughts are disrupted by the constant technological barrage 
Ironically the ideas that created this technology were applied in a garage

Not in a fancy office with a worlds worth of knowledge just a click away
The thought was that this technology would help us evolve as a race

It has in many ways however it's stagnated many lives
With the ease of technology today the general public have closed their eyes

To the corruption that runs rampant in so many forms
To the possibility that we can rise above the norm

The situation isn't hopeless
Just start to think about this


Details | Light Poetry | |

Dark gooey puddle

Are you feeling befuddled, 
or slightly bemuddled?
Does it feel like you’re standing in a dark gooey puddle?
Leap out of that hole, 
and fling off your boots!
Climb up that tree, 
and gobble down fruits.
I see you there smiling, 
perched way up high, 
free as a bird, 
bright sun in the sky.


Details | Ballad | |

The soul of the virgin

The soul of the virgin

Our Virgin is so practical
So critical she be
She’s always hard upon herself
Her words come loose and free
If she thinks that you have let her down
She’ll tell you this is so
She’s very clever with her hands
And she really likes to know.

She does her best in everything
Meticulous is she
She be one of the clever ones
She’s kind and she will be
A boon to anyone who needs her
She’s so dependable
She can’t abide in ugliness
Of any kind at all.

She has a downer on herself
She thinks she is not liked
She analyzes everything
She can look into your psyche
She won’t be fooled by anyone
And she worries about her health
Just to get to know this lady
Is a valid source of wealth.

12 August 2013 2 1300hrs.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Lunar Madness

              LUNAR MADNESS
His thought; desire; that driving dream he knew;
so real within his heart and living soul;
the thing he took and fed until it grew,
into the part of life that made him whole;
by doing things that people seldom do
to make it real, and reach his cherished goal!
   For who but fools, whose minds are now in tune,
   would take a thought, and bounce it off the moon?
                                                 
If given wings; by one who's gone insane
with lunar madness, loose in universe;
his wish for life would search each hidden plane,
and seek more levels where he might immerse
in pools of knowledge, cleansing every stain,
bleached on his mind by times eternal curse!
   And damp with truth, before his mind can rust,
   he dries in clouds of flowing cosmic dust!

His world is silent, everywhere he goes,
and dreams he holds so dear, stare silently,
at passersby, who greet him, but he shows,
no recognition to the ones who'd be
some of the ones to take the truth he knows,
and bring him back from where he's flying free!
   But don't know how to reach this paranoid,
   nor find the things that make his feelings void.
                        
It's plain for them to see, he's not all there,
but lunar  madness doesn't cross their minds,
and ships of soul, don't take them anywhere;
perhaps too busy with their daily grinds
to think of flying free form any care,
and seeking many worlds of other kinds!
   That he has found by leaving body still,
   protected by his knowing mind, and will.
                                                            
He'll watch the pouring rain, and snowflakes fall,
and bolts that light the sky, in summer storm,
to see the wisdom theree within them all,
as puzzles come together and to form
a tool to shatter down his prison wall,
that's kept him from a life that's soft and warm!
   But as he sees the things before his eyes,
   the other part of him still seeks, and flies

so free of chains that bind him far below;
the part behind, that's waiting for the end;
or waiting for the wisdom he will know,
return of one, his kind and loving friend;
that once set free, would only come and go,
far from the one who let it first ascend!
   Not knowing once he set their powers free,
   that lunar madness plagues him, constantly.
                       © ron wilson


Details | Free verse | |

All hail, the misguided soldier, the misguided Hive

All hail,
The brave soldier
Who stands firm
Like the fickle shell of a snail
Before the oncoming foot of titans

All hail,
The brave soldier, 
A ferocious bee
Who strikes his stinger into the enemy
Comforted by fleeting thoughts of heroism
-a safeguarded hive
Thoughts that flit away in the wind
Like windswept Pollen ambushed by desert
-as the bee falls for the cause

All Hail, 
The brave invader
Who fells foe for his country
All hail murderer,
Comforted by a noble cause
Sent out on wings of glory to cut down fanged tigers
Purging threats, safeguarding life
	-the hive
All Hail,
Misguided killer
For all tigers are fanged
All people threats
-All people life

All Hail,
The weary soldier
	-sacrificial lamb
Joined out of a desperate cause
A squalling infant, a taunting belly
And the weary soldier
Gives his sacrifice to the gods of the Hive
And prays for rain.


Details | Haiku | |

MUSIC - HAIKU

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


Details | Ghazal | |

The Galaxy of Thoughts

                          Let the reality be unveiled, O galaxy of thought
Whither the doors of chamber of knowledge the men of vision sought 
      
      The depth of ocean of wisdom, life is set out to reach 
Unfolds like the bloom of spring, sensibility you beseech

For ages the eyes of consciousness, ‘ave been yearning to find
        The keys of vision that unlocks the closed prison of mind

The bright stars of imagination in moments of despair sink
  How fragile are the images that chains of perception link!

 The space beyond my perception has more than one domain
My thirst of knowledge may set me on a journey to unknown

     Look Yamin! What gifts for you your exploring soul has brought
Reflection –discernment and vision; wisdom –the heaven of thought


Details | Didactic | |

That Word

            f.@+$

That word
What does it mean?
Is it to glean?
Or
To 
Cause a ravine or seam
Or
To tritely inflict 
The mean-
-ing
Of a theme

It seems 
To 
Me
That such a thing
Is small
And 
Has little
To bring
Or
To 
Ring
Yes, much less
To
Sing

Nothing to suggest
Or 
To cause 
To
Keep abreast
But
Overt
In it's
Suggest 
Of
What words 
One
Can’t bring
To mind’s crest
And thus
Attest
A 
Vagueness of wit

…at best.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Alternate Story

With every word, with every phrase,
You breathe, you come alive,
A tale of truth, mapped with reality,
Or a dream unlived for which you thrive,
You live through what is written,
Or you choose to hold your pens,
It doesn’t matter how it ends,
Because it’s the end where it all begins,

Broken hour glasses of the War,
Acting as the mirror to see through the past,
The good is victorious, and is glorified,
And evil is evil, because in the battle they did not last,
With their blood, is inked the war diary,
So winner takes it all, and is called as ‘good’, hence,
As it doesn’t matter how the war ends,
Because it’s the end where it all begins

And then there is Romeo, falling in love
And Juliet waiting for him in the Balcony,
They kill Romeo, and justify the murder,
But love is charged for an unforgivable felony,
Died, the felons leave the stage,
But love lives irrespective of the skins
As it doesn’t matter how the life ends,
Because it’s the end where it all begins

You pose the king of you story,
Or in their game, you are just a pawn,
Your story is written in this moment,
Larger than life; this moment is never gone,
So when they bury you as a ‘Sinner’,
Be the phoenix to rise from your sins,
As it doesn’t matter how the Story ends,
Because it’s the end where it all begins


Details | Rhyme | |

Patience

Patience is a virtual, it is not easily obtained  but once
you achieve it, you will never be the same.  It is like a road-map
just waiting to be read, for patience will make you strong and you
want be mislead.  

Patience is compared to an interstate you see, there are adjourning 
states you must meet.  When you have the ability to conquer whatever
frustrates you or gets in your way, just concentrate and say I am on
the road to patience today.  

I want let my problems steer me off the right coast, for on this interstate
you have to have patience galore.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Road

We are all born on the road 
Knowing with each breath 
We are doomed, each to repeat
And go ourselves to death

How we walk and tread that road
Is more important than
How we died or where we were
And, did we live as men?

Think you then of how you live
And how you treat each other
Try hard to care for every man
As if he were your brother.

Do not be too vain or proud
Or think you are the best
For someone else will always be
Prepared to take that test

You need ever be prepared and set
To defend the weak and low
Against the force of evil then
To battle you will go

The Road to hell I’ve heard them say
Is paved with good intention
So watch your way and be secure
From things I need not mention

Do you then the things of good
That raise your fellow man
Improve the life of all you meet
And do the best you can

You will not be blamed for the things
You tried and did not win
You do not quit and run away
Get on that horse again


Details | Couplet | |

The coming spring




I can touch buds on spring flowers as they open to greet the sun
Smell a sweet scent in the breeze, as the darkness starts to run 

feel on my cheek  ray's of the sun as life emerges from their bed
I taste the salt from my tears, GONE, is that what they said? 

If come spring my time on earth, should be ended with one word
I will do my best for family, to teach reason and spread your word

How do I teach family of my knowledge, hope God will please employ
How can this man teach his family, when he has lost all hope and joy?

Can the only one on earth to love or share this sorrow with be you 
Lost like falling leaves of spring, moving only when a cold wind blew

Realizing I'm caught between dying and dead just as these leaves
No happiness or joy just asking why, when, what or if I have to leave

Make good use of this man but, children dying take hope from this old boy
grand-child can't live, why should I survive without love, hope and joy?




Death is a thief of a child


"If spring is all the time I have to finish teaching what I know 
I'll teach what I can of life to my family without shedding tears"


Details | Free verse | |

Festival of Lights

From the sharp corners of the towering residence,
In perfect linear angles, the shadows slice the concrete path.
The blue party lights add ghostly vigour.
Brown hands toil, browned by rigour.


They dance around in rhythmic pandemonium
Through the murky cavities of the macabre residence.
Yet perfect silence prevails resolutely,
Stabbing vacuous corpses ruthlessly.
 

Through morning light they lie in deep slumber,
Fantasizing of animated times, now just tormenting rhymes.
And in the night, the foul feast begins again,
This is the festival of lights my dear men!


Details | Verse | |

Humanity (palindrome)

I am I am I
Good and bad and good
Sensitivity in others in sensitivity
Love divine love
Evil not now not evil
Never ever never
Try hard everyday hard try
Spirit within spirit
Faith always real always faith
Misgivings lost of death of lost misgivings
No prejudice no
Never saintly am I am saintly never
Just of man of just
Humanity of humanity


Details | Couplet | |

What Is Truth, Question Mark

 "What is truth?" Pilate plainly asked, 
 if a relative lens is one's looking glass. 

 What's right for you is different for me. 
 We haven't the same perfect eyes to see. 

 Do we seek to define our own, 
 when who could know truth but God alone? 

 How can one know which truth is right, 
 if holding a broken glass and not viewing with light? 

 How do we know God really exists? 
 The answer's written on our fingerprints. 

 We are made in His perfect image, 
 but the curse of sin reveals the damage. 

 A moral conscience is painted within. 
 It becomes more tainted the more we sin. 

 Where is the standard, if our conscience is led? 
 Some are soft, while others are hardened. 

 It's okay to murder the innocent, 
 an ignorant mob was convinced. 

 The bible says murder's a sin. 
 Is it THE Word, or a cultural spin? 

 Jesus claims," I am THE way, THE truth, THE life." 
 But people sometimes give this strife. 

 What sets Him apart from all the others? 
 He's the only one that saves without works. 

 God came down, as Jesus in humility. 
 He reaches to us, while others seek to reach. 

 Who is this God people try to understand? 
 What is our purpose, and what is His plan? 

 This is a great mystery, revealed in prayer. 
 Is truth found in Jesus, or elsewhere? 

 "What is truth?" people still ask today.
 Where are you going, and who leads the way?


Details | Rhyme | |

I Just Can't Win

I Just Can’t Win
I pay taxes all year long and still the IRS grins
Knowing any profits I make will go to them
Spending money on the lottery- a one in a million shot
Buying a hundred dollars in magazines but Publisher’s Clearing House never knocks
Slaving all day at mopping the floors and vacuuming the rugs
Then having four little ones drop their ice-cream with fudge
How about buying a new car-being so proud and delighted
Then driving off the lot having its value deflated
Having season tickets to the Chicago Cubs
Never to win a World Series and this really bugs
Being sick and going to the doctor is right
But when you have no insurance, the bill is out of sight
But the worst of all is entering this poetry contest
When knowing I just can’t win even though I do my best


Details | I do not know? | |

two

water melon in my garden
like the sun and moon
just two… 
”...launcher ready…”
steady my hand
tending the weeds
near a row of beans
a far away land
”...it’s not a good time…”
so I wondered
and thought of when
wars are just plays
staged in the hands
of writers like me…
I’d arm the nations
with radish leaves
squash for bullets
that unload seeds
Peanuts money
on my jelly spread
I’d share the health
giving lettuce, head…
”... is it a good time now?...”
who wants a cow
chickens grown
in crowded pens
suffering blows
in.human.e hands
glitters the water
between the corn
I’d sale on ships
into rosebud shores
and i’d grow my fish
in between the stores
”...I’m god in my garden…”
and I divide the rows
soing what suits me
in tomato groves
and near my basil
I’ll build a school
teaching the mint
just how to be cool
and over hear
the potatoes anchor
on stalks of beer
”...wellcome…”
to chi…
banana central
read booms of cheer
...but they say I’m mental.
lentils 
are sooo good in soup!
my capitals
I declare are true!
I only cook 
When I brew my stew…
and no one regrets
in the garden of Sue.
”...yes piglet…”
I was Just
Making sure of you.


Details | Rhyme | |

Reflections

Staring at my reflection, but she will not look at me,
Maybe she knows something that I’m too blind to see.
That look of disappointment for the things I haven’t done,
Bitter sweet resentment for what I’ve now become.

She aspired to be better than what stares at her right now
A world of opportunity that this reflection won’t allow.
The hopes and dreams she harboured, but now it’s all too late
Now all her secret ambitions rest in the hands of fate.

The never ending rat race seems to be just a silly game,
Doing as everyone else, so that we all end up the same.
Her naive ideas are empty because life has other plans
Her fragile future is balanced in my weak and shaking hands.

In a puff of smoke I abandon her ever scornful glare
The pressure of expectation is all too much to bear.
Crawling along the bottom where judgment is reserved
Reality is but an illusion, so sit back and observe.

She warned me of the dangers this road would lead me to
Avoiding life itself would surely never see me through.
The prospects slowly dwindle like the fickle hands of time
The burdening responsibility I never wanted to be mine.


A conflicted soul is torn by the things it cannot see,
Jekyll and Hyde rage defiantly in the darkest part of me.
Assessing two perspectives that merge themselves as one
Now I’m left here wondering which soul I have become.

Trying to see my reflection, but finding nothing there
Maybe she’s given up and found her ‘self’ elsewhere.
That gentle part of me has finally given up the ghost
And now I’m stuck with me, the one that I fear most.


Details | Sonnet | |

The Seasons of Man

Four seasons fill the measure of a man,
  Of each portion drinks he from its fat gourd:
O fair flower of Spring does fleeting span
  Brier and thorn, and laurels of youth endured!
And golden Summer - so brightly spangled,
  From whence his labours the swollen vine strips,
Lest it not plucked lays withered and tangled -
  Only to bear a dearth upon his lips:
For the reach of time rings the barest tree 
  When Autumn its rich harvest off has cast;
So begins the end - a fading glory
  In the long shadows of tender days past.
Winter too - when the cold hoary bark wets,
And the pale mortal sun upon him sets.


                  --------------

Inspired by John Keats


May 2011


Details | Couplet | |

I'm Not Your Fool

You're a calculated master slayer
an evil manipulator

so go away out of my sight.  See you, so long
I will not miss you when you are gone

Your oozing poors shower with honey
but all that you're after is power and money

You're pretentious, sinister and fooling a few
but you'll answer to a higher call much higher than you

Get your facts straight because they will check
to see how many lives you've attempted to wreck

Get on the next train haulin' fast down the track
I'm so grateful you're not coming back


Details | Kyrielle | |

I'm Lost America Freedom

<                              in this land of milk and honey
                                want my world be nice and sunny
                                but for others what will that cost
                                when their freedom does become lost


                                losing sight of eagles that soar
                                burrying feet in sandy shores
                                calling prision guards the boss
                                when their freedom does become lost



                                not hearing an morning doves coo
                                capturing spring buds dripping dew
                                smelling mama's spagetti sauce
                                when their freedom does become lost



                               intake views of an sno-capped peak
                               playing childs game of hide and seek
                               bunkmate to someone who's name ross
                               when their freedom does become lost



                               rocking a child fast off to sleep
                               safeguarding them from many creeps
                               all head can do is turn and toss 
                               when their freedom does become lost




Entry For Dane Ann Smith -Johnsen's
America The Melting Pot For Freedom's Contest
G.L. All


Details | Rhyme | |

I Hear the Bells, I Hear the Bells

I hear the Bells, I hear the Bells
At morning, noon and night each day
They are a reminder of the time
A reminder of past days.

And I think to myself over the years
How many others have used them as I do
to also keep the time
To remember things as I do.

A time to worship, a time to eat
A time to marry, a time to meet
A time to put loved ones in the the ground
A time to let them take their leave.

These bells have many voices
Some happy and some filled with grief.
They resonate with me and in me always
I can still hear some of them in my sleep.

I can still hear the Bells of Christmas morn
Little children's faces filled with glee
I can still hear the Bells of Easter morn
Christ's resurrection paid our fees.

I can hear their sounds for when my children were born
A proud parent of a new family 
A family that had numbered two
But was now happily three.

I can hear the Bells of Sunday worship
Ringing every Sunday morn
Celebrating God's awesome forgiveness
Celebrating the day that his son was born.

I can hear the Bells from loved one's funerals
As we lay their bodies to rest
Never ever wanting to say earthly goodbyes
Just trying to live through the sad day and do our best.

These bells are part of my daily life
They always have been and will continue to be
The Heralds of life's brief ticking clock
Unlike life, they will always continue to ring and to be.

I will use them to mark my moments
Both significant and mundane.
I will use them to always remember
To love my God and my church in every way.

I will use them to remember my family
I will use them to remember those friends I love
To be grateful for each of my children
To be grateful for just having had been.

I will use them to be grateful for all of the things in my life
To be grateful for all of those I love
To be grateful for each of my earthly days
To be grateful for the heavens above.


(December 30, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved 


Details | Sonnet | |

Your Love, My Every Thought

Your Love, My Every Thought


Send me to the pastures ripe, lush and green
 nestled nearby a stand of mighty Oaks
In sight of placid shimmering lake scene
 never been disturbed by boat splashing strokes

There I may soon see the wonderous sky
 feel the breeze settle my tormented mind
All about feathered creatures sing and fly
 embrace all woodland glory I may find

Beauty brings soft memories of you
 flowers rivaling your soft flowing hair
Fresh newborne leaves sprouting out so new
 my mind soon rested and without a care

I wonder how the hell all came to nought!
When your love races in my every thought

Robert Lindley, 11-16-2014

Note:
Syllables Per Line:  10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10  
Total # Syllables:  140  
Total # Lines:  17  (Including empty lines)  
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:   N/A  
Total # Words:  103


Details | Rhyme | |

Racism

Racism
Is a piece of plastic
It never decays
It only pollutes
The environment
And accumulates
Filth in the society

-[Bulbul]-
06/02/2007 953


Details | Light Poetry | |

Unsettled

Just like the tumble weed that rolls across the empty desert floor…unsettled was her 
ability to love compassionately and just like the winds that blew during a ragging storm at sea…unsettled was her heart in its ability to believe in a real love that could ever be, like a broken record she always seemed to missing out in what a real love could or might ever really be, instead she stayed focused on distorted dreams of what an abuser said a real love should be. 

So, many dark clouds that had passed in and out of her life over the years had distorted her reality and robbed her of the visions to see, what a real love could be. 

She spent the rest of her life in a bottle and locked inside self imposed prison by her passed lovers and unsettled but not by me. A foolish person always wants to have everything without out putting in the work. A truly blessed and wise person accepts and works hard to keep what they have and hardly ever wants for nothing but they get it all in the end.


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 | Rhyme | |

Crossing the Bridge

I’m standing at the entrance, there’s another bridge to cross
Will this next step in my journey bring me gain or loss
Should I take the next step boldly? Should I shrink away in fear?
Will it bring me victory? Or will it bring me tears?

I’ve seen other victims lying, crying on the ground
And I know they’re not the kind of folks I like to be around
For they like to blame another for their trouble and their pain
Never lay it at their own feet where it should be lay'n

We’re the masters of our own souls, there’s no one else to blame
We chose all these conditions, now we must play the game
We came to learn some lessons, we set it up this way
We wrote the rules, the whistle’s blown and now it’s time to play

Each life presents more problems, there for us to solve
We’ve planned it very carefully, to help our souls evolve
Before we’re born we see our failings, see what we must do
Then choose a life that will correct the things that we need to

We choose the right environment that will help us best
To resolve our issues, and put us to the test
We choose our friends and family to help us with the task
Confront us with our issues, whatever we did ask

Though we can’t remember, with some deep thought you'll find
Our souls did this within us, in our subconscious mind
So when we meet the problem and don’t know what to do
Remember that we put it there, a hurdle to push through

The soul is on a journey and goes from life to life
It grows by overcoming all forms of pain and strife
That one day it can reach, through all the steps it’s trod
That perfect state, reintegrate, fully back with God

So here I stand now wond'ring, my heart begins to race
As I recall my purpose for coming to this place
I charge forward boldly with not a backward glance
And thank my God within me for giving me the chance


Details | Free verse | |

Lost poem

To who do I write this? 
To what god's feet do I carry my load
and demand a refund?
Is my poetry just cries of lonely entity
and just like me
it's swiped off from the canvas?
To who do I do this
in this mortal fury of mine,
in hope a stain that I leave behind?
Perhaps one lost poem with faded words,
and the beginning of my name
something
in this cruel morning of nothing.


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In The Aftermath

In the aftermath of a prolonged period of persecution I was left with Aggravated EmotionS. Ultimately I literally was a new being with a new language. Thus, I was a poet (in the making} but did not know it. Therefore Aggravated EmotionS is twofold yet one in the same. It is both the title of my poetry series as well as a self prognosis.
. Aggravated EmotionS (The Prognosis) This is my declaration of desperation to inform the nations of my alienation. I’ve got myself in a cache 22. No matter what I do, it’s a lose or lose situation. Mentally I've drifted so far away from the rest of the population. I find it difficult to merely indulge myself with someone else in a basic conversation. The depths of solitude has become day in and day out my new place of habitation. My pride refuses to let me face by no means any form of degradation. I’ve developed a sixth sense in my integrity’s defense to detect even the slightest speculation. Yet it creates a conflict between being in realization or hallucination - Leaving my emotions in an irate state of aggravation. Perhaps I'd have been better off to haven not taken any at all of your worthless medications.


Details | Haiku | |

Carnations

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


© ~JSLambert  2011


Details | Cinquain | |

Wind

Faster...
Rushing onward,
The misworded master,
Cursed to an ageless silent chord:
Wisdom.


Details | Kwansaba | |

Environments Verse

Can a word be just a tree?
Is a forest any form of poetry?
Where the soil adds imagery of style,
Rains make the flow of each line.
Light the feeling that reader reacts too.
Warmth of summer the deep rich stanzas,
Winters frigid ways the ending of strength.


Details | Free verse | |

The Arrogance of Mr Glad

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Rhyme | |

Word Impression Poem 5: Benedicence

The art is fading,
Like the civility it shows.
Hard now to find those
Who understand the shading
One needs to give to common speech,
To convey benedicence
Through common sense,
And with all the forms of courtesy teach
A repartee' that clashes not like jagged, tumbling stones;
Reclaiming dignity over our tea and scones.


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A seven letter word

Some call it a path
many say it's fate
few are non-believers
the unfortunate
find out theirs to late

It's unseen to others
a roadmap designed
exclusivley for you
and if read correctly
the signs stay accurate
and forever true

Some unknowingly
alter their map
leading them wrongfully astray
their future
done in...
by some innocent choice
not meant to be chosen
that particular day
those unfortunate souls
follow a blueprint
with pages missing and torn
a journey that wasn't meant to be
is now
their crown of thorns

This seven letter word
has been hated and cursed
cherished and loved
also prayed for
to anyone who will listen
from up above

Now, the night is getting deeper
my thoughts more shallow
i shut my eyes foolishly confident
there will be a tomorrow
but one would have to argue
and eventually agree
that if tomorrow never comes
i would have no choice
but to accept that as my.....
D  E  S  T  I  N  Y


Details | Free verse | |

SUCH HASTE, SUCH WASTE


Brother, why the haste
why are you so quick to bail
how life has made you frail
why art thou so lean in faith


Desires of sodom, you chase
till you wear and rot to waste.
The truths of life you dare not face
you cower behind the shell of race
and bequeath to it,the fortune of your days


Oh Sister, why the haste
this phase you crave
is soiled with fray
this course you chart
is fraught with chains


Are you numb to the flames;
that chars the face with pains
that lays in wait, in ways
unseen to sight and gaze


You fill your pate with tales of hate
and lose your fate in pits of vale


The weight of your plate
is filled with kills of kin
why the haste, brother
why the waste, sister?


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Times Three

You are but a noun do you know?
Inside of you lie me, myself, and I.
Residing in light of your naked eye,
This is how divine seeds sow a row.
 
Sown high or low,
So do not be shy.
And do not sigh.
And never, let go.
 
Orient yourself times three,
To person place and time!
You are rooted like a tree,
And it is secured to climb!
 
Who is that light form living inside of you?
And who is that silent one that you talk to?
 
 
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Epigram | |

Sin Not

Evil thoughts equal sin
One must purge them within


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Transition and Transcend ... '

      Transition and Transcend
Whatever New-Life There Is … Begin

Whether From Death or Divorce
        Sickness or Sorrow
Change, Yet Stay-On-Course
   Today, Rises To Tomorrow

So – Transition and Transcend …

Transition and Transcend
A Slow-Start, Is Not The End

You May Lose Some Family
A Friend, or Fortune
A Job, or A Journey
Or A Just Right-Opportune

Just – Transition and Transcend …

Transition and Transcend
Move … Just Like The Wind

Either, Climb Up or Go Around
Earthquake-Aches or Shaky Ground
Tears, That Flood and Threaten To Drown
Forest-Fire-Rages … Burns Up … Then Down …

    So – Transition and Transcend …

Transition and Transcend
Life is Hard, I Won’t Pretend
But God’s Helping Hand Will Lend
The Push and Pull-Up, To Begin

The Power and The Will, To Win
Again … Again … Again …  and Again …
And At Each Place … Pray – Amen !
… and Transition and Transcend


Details | Free verse | |

The Flood

How little the clouds think when they glow white
forming shapes tossing about
when filled with moisture oh how grey they will be
until they shed themselves of this heaviness
like a heart in love skips a beat
but when broken you can literally drown you see


Then those tears oh how they flow
how is it possible to love someone so
and they think of you as the lowest of low
others say they have loved many and the feeling soon goes
I want to ask them;
are you sure you were truly in love
because I would have no time in my life 
to do this over and over again

It is there trapped inside of me
no matter what they do or how little they show
I still love them with everything I am and know
oh sure I have loved and do love
they come and they go
but I find it impossible for someone to move on
if they have been in love with their true soul
it is different and as those heavy grey clouds
fills so full and sometimes it has to just explode
shedding tears of what it has found
oceans, lakes, streams, and creeks were formed
all because a cloud was filled with all that is moist

My heart is full of love and when they need me I come forth
but all through the day it is that one I think of
if only they could see this or that joy
how I wish they were here for more than myself
I would love to give them all of this love
until then I am a heavy cloud waiting to explode
knowing they will never come
but even though they let me go
it is them I love
my five senses I wait to share in joy
to grow old loving life in their arms
instead of always patching up this arc in my flood


Bear with me, I am having a life change and caught up in it. Thank you to whomever helped get my other poem featured. I was very excited to see my name. lol The poem was an emotional one however. lol The truth but very emotional, as you see I am emotional on everything. lol So thanks, and please don't be too hard on me. :D


Details | Free verse | |

A Friend With Consequences

I'll shine brighter than ever when I find my way past my woes the farther I wander the more I shall know that I'm a friend with consequences and only one could let that go He somehow convinced me that I needed correction now I know where I'm going for I followed his directions no more full of blaming I point it right at my nose and realize all my problems are by no one else controlled Will I ever shine with a destiny, kind I still have little meaning but he is there with me, sometimes when our doors have been locked up for so many years it feels good to have someone come in my circle, share my fear Everyone so full of hatred afraid of letting us by even when we're most broken still a spark in our eye you think that would tell them that we just want to live life to the fullest potential that our dreams aren't denied We talk of good and evil agreed on right and wrong tell tales of when we struggled and what we did to be strong as the world the he's seen is darker than mine I am less respected as a person but I accept that, it's fine for he talks to me like I'm worthy and proud to be my friend that's why I could never replace all the treasured words of wisdom he gave me like a story of survival, rise and fall though I am a friend with great consequences I could never begin to replace him, at all my personal Jesus, I see the great Messiah in him I hope one day to inherit his good heart to pass it on to some kid one day, struggling.


Details | Didactic | |

A mothers understanding

I realize that you are growing up,
And we may have our different views.

We all must find our place in life;
That path is up to you.

Just remember that my love is unconditional,
Rather your wrong or right.

Making mistakes is normal.
I know; Ive made a few.

But no matter what your choices might bring.
Remember that I love you.


Details | Couplet | |

Question for all the ladies

                                                





                                                 Ladies if he doesn't cater
                                                 to his mother,what makes 
                                                 you think he will cater to
                                                 you?  


                                          Figure out how he treats his mother 
                                          and you'll know what to expect for you.


Details | Free verse | |

Stand

Silence rattles
the conscious mind,
pierces
the states of sanity,
sets a cleave,
a divide, between the bold and coward,
borders the two sides;
it demarcates the ones worthy and the ones unworthy.

Voice speaks
the mind, body, soul,
rings
between the rights and wrongs,
resonates
between people,
across barriers,
shatters
boundaries of color and tongue.

Courage,
the gumption of the righteous,
the weapon of the righteous,
the enemy of the afraid,
the Deep Fear of the afraid,
the empty void in the afraid,
the badge of honor of the honorable,
the badge of pride of the honorable.

The ones
who have laughed
and have their hearts experience joy,
who have cried
and have learned from the hurt,
who have cheered
and shared the euphoria,
who have asserted,
and not let vice govern their minds, 
who have triumphed
and stood up tall and proud before the rest,
who have stood up for who and what they are,
who did not look back,
and who did not hesitate,
who let fortitude and gallantry be their anthem;
they thus possess the greatest weapons to stand unswayed for the days and years to come.


Details | Elegy | |

My Kashmir Burns (Part 1)

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

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

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

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

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


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The Captain is on The Bridge

Spinning in endless misdirection and
holding steady on a collision course with
oblivion
Reaching beyond the fallacies of a mundane existence
where there appears to be a
chaotic freedom
a time now to initiate a purpose
Heading full throttle into uncharted waters
But now
In total control the words echoing 
Loudly through the passageways that
The Captain is on the bridge.


            There comes a time in one's life when we need to be in charge of our own 
destiny, when we look back and put it all into perspective.


Details | ABC | |

THE ECHO REACHES THE WHOLE SKY

Wages
of alienation
were increasing.
We were afraid
of reflections.

Shifting
of landscapes
will hurt the river.
I was blinded
by blues.

Relationship
becomes a speech
impediment,
bonds start
breaking.

I wanted
to call your name –
in solitude.
The echo
reaches the whole sky.


 
SATISH VERMA


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Emigration comes full circle

I left Ireland in the 80's with my husband and two babies for Holland. In 2003, we 
returned so that our children could have an Irish University education. Dublin was 
buzzing with life at the time, it was very expensive but we were home. Now in 2011, 
my daughter is emigrating, back down the old ancestral path, she is going to Madrid 
to teach English there. Our country has collapsed so badly, there is no employment 
here so we are exporting our young, educated children by the day. A sad day for me 
as my daughter leaves tomorrow. I wrote her this poem.


To Sarah
On the wave of emigration
I want you to know
That I see you, a fellow female
An equal on every level
Not just my daughter
My little pink princess
I see you as a woman
A power within this world
With oceans to offer
A lifetime still to learn
Go to your new life
A teacher in Madrid
Be free and fearless
Spread your wings and fly
Take the opportunities
Shape them to your dreams
You have all the tools
You can use them now.

Your analytic mind
Will help you make good decision
Fair and just rewards will ensue.
Your radiating heart
Will gift you new friendships
Maybe even a new love
All in good time
You will never be alone
Because you have a deep sense of self
This will be fortified
With this new tide
Your feet firmly planted
Will always serve you well
Balancing the ups and downs of Libra
Always true to yourself
Life will be true to you too.

We live in a new age today
This global world is small
As we email and skype
Fly back and forth to visit
We will continue to love
As mother and daughter
Our journeys through life
Shared
Forever together
My love
I will hold you safe
In my heart.
 


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Golden Wheat

Golden wheat planted 
amongst lowly grasses
Must learn to withstand 
life's stormy weather




(c) Copyright Christine Kysely

(May 13th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)



Details | Lyric | |

I Don't Want to Leave the Party

The long, long night
Is winding down
From distant rooms
I hear the sound
Of fine old friends
Taking leave
The evening ends
And I believe
The time to follow suit draws near
My heart is tired, but my mind is clear.

The shining lights
Are fading out,
The dawn lies weak
On the walls without
The voices drift
And steal away
As we search for deeper
Things to say
The sands keep flowing through the glass
As present lives become the past.

     - And we all grow old
     - As the Earth spins around
     - As we hold to the love
     - By which we all are bound.

          I don't want to leave the party
          It's always been such fun
          Through all the years and tears and fears
          Feels like it's only just begun.
          I don't want to leave the party
          But I'll follow all my friends.
          Who knows what waits outside the door
          When the magic of our living ends?

The hand that holds
Your glass of wine
Is cracked and aged
As much as mine
The shadows of
Our memories
Are lengthening
Into the seas
Of onward flowing history,
The days once shared by you and me.

The love that lit
Ten thousand nights
Is still alive
And burning bright.
The time we spent
On sharing dreams
Is further now,
Or so it seems.
The lives we built we can't forget,
And no one wants to leave just yet.

     - And we all grow old
     - As the Earth spins around
     - As we hold to the love
     - To which we all are bound.

          I don't want to leave the party,
          We're all having too much fun.
          Yet while smiling we'll still disappear
          Now that the play is closed and done.
          I don't want to leave the party,
          But I'll go, with all my friends
          Who knows what's waiting just outside
          When the spell of living softly ends?


Details | Concrete | |

I

.                        This fate is not final and irrevocable.  Hope  was not made
                         to exist. dum spiro, spero I face battles with Id as my sole
                         weapon.  Always defeated,  conquered  by  my  conceited
                         self, I come to God—to Him I surrender, to Him I give my
                                                       vow.  History was
                                                       made to endure—
                                                       to  be our  gover-
                                                       ness, to be victo-
                                                       rious.  dum  vivi-
                                                       mus,     vivamus.
                                                       And now,  as my
                                                       true battle  unra-
                                                       vels,    the   only
                                                       weapon   I   had
                                                       has become  my
                                                       foe.     Defeated
                                                       once    more    I
                                                       come  to You for
                                                       Your refuge, and
                                                       to  You  I pledge
                                                       again  my  vows;
                                                       but    none   had
                                                       lived long. Never
                         had  I  won a  fight  against  Id  and  never  was  I a victor.
                         vae victis. As for this  defeat  not  to  continue, I  would  be
                         more than  willing to sacrifice my sanity, to give it up if this
                         will  also  be  the  grounds   for  me  to  be  far  from  You…


Details | Rhyme | |

Overcome

I picked up a penny face-down,
But I don't believe in luck.
Everything happens for a reason;
God's mercy frees the stuck.
Redeem me, Heavenly Father;
Please, I know the wrong I've done.
Thank You for dying for me;
My sins You have overcome!


Details | Free verse | |

Forlorn alien, invader

Alien, invader
----------------------
The green shadow sits on my terrace of slanting night, 
a night, which has escaped the tortuous alleys of unalleviating city. 

The shadowy invader, the alien, the lonesome foreign body 
watches the clusters of bright sparkles and trails, 
in oiled rhythm, of mechanical creatures. 
It comes to its mind 
whether 
human are like their machines too.  

A soft wind rises from Ganges; 
a blind bat becomes alert of the alien presence; 
the fire on the dumping ground hisses.

It is different landscape.
Theirs is more barren.
Still, the alien likes its planet 
and to the creature we are also aliens.

The green shadow sits on my terrace, every slanting night, 
seeing us with a soft distance, seeking dispassionate resemblance, 
not quite understanding, through the glass of a reverse telescope.
~© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar.