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Letting Go

Their lives begin, that special day
Your hardest job, is on the way.
Walking and pacing, all night long
Knowing that one day, they’ll be strong.

Watching them crawl, then walk and run
Treasure each moment, share their fun.
They grow so fast, enjoy each day
For sometime soon, they’ll move away.

Years of school, sometimes they will drag
We’re filled with pride, we parents brag.
Teaching our kids, always be kind
Lasting friendships, many will find.

Do as I say, not as I do
We all have said, our parents too.
The truth comes out, don’t cheat or lie
Don’t try and skimp, to just get by.

Take the right path, we try to guide
Sometimes they don’t, we let it slide.
Knowing they must, find their own way
Life is tough, on track they must stay.

Bumps in the road, many will hit
We as parents, just have to sit.
Learn from mistakes, it takes its’ toll
Their independence, that’s our goal.

The hardest part, is yet to come
When high school years, are said and done.
We’ve done our jobs, as best we could
We must let go, or so we should.

Give them their wings, and let them fly
As we sit back, and often cry.
Turning the page, is hard to do
Wondering if, they listened to you.

Reach for the stars, follow your dreams
It takes time, forever it seems.
Your heart will break, can’t let it show
It’s so difficult, letting go.


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She Hulk

When I was a child I only ever wanted to be strong.
I wanted to be able to compete with the boys
and when I foot raced them at recess I won every time.
They called me ‘She Hulk’ because of my muscular frame
and from the way I only ever wore soccer t-shirts and sweat pants.
After that nickname was implanted into my brain like a growing weed,
I’ve only ever wanted to be feminine.
I started wearing skirts and dresses 
and in middle school they shrieked at the site of my makeup and done up hair.
But that weed inside of my mind only grew, and grew, and grew
until I became a mixed drink cocktail
with one part anorexic and two parts lonely,
because I thought that the definition of feminine began with the word frail.
No one ever realizes how greatly words affect us,
how a simple nickname can turn a pretty girl into a skeleton.
I stood at five foot two weighing seventy nine pounds,
so cold and frozen,
yet I still considered myself a ‘She Hulk.’
You could see my ribcage through my t-shirt
and my spinal cord protruded loudly through my weathered skin,
as if somehow my bones were dirty knives
just trying to cut through the flesh of judgment.
As I grew older I became the girl that was never enough.
Not good enough to speak poetry.
Not good enough to lay paint on a canvas.
Not good enough.
Not tall enough.
Not big enough boobs for them.
Not primped to perfection.
Not undeniably straight.
Not smart enough.
Not dumb enough.
Not ditsy enough.
Not cool enough or fun enough.
And I began to believe, too, that I wasn’t enough.
I never told my mother that I had been in madly in love with a girl.
I never told anyone about the night we first kissed 
because I was too vulnerable for the judgment.
And parents always justify saying that ‘kids will be kids’
But when we are kids our brains are still growing
and the smallest of seeds that get planted will one day bloom
into one giant regret,
will one day affect the choices that we make,
will one day influence us about the clothes that we wear,
will one day shape us into the person who we thought we would never be.
I only ever wanted to be strong,
and as a child I thought strength was only about being able
to lift a bar stool above your head.
I thought that strength was only about being able
to beat the boys in bare foot running races.
I was told that strength was something only
a man could have.
But as I’ve grown older I’ve realized that strength
isn’t about muscle at all,
but it’s about weakness,
and the ability to overcome the social anxiousness.
It’s about carrying around a lifetime of baggage
on your broken back
because the ones that kicked you when you were down
are going to be the ones that were  ultimately wrong.
I thought that the definition of woman 
began with the word disappointment.
And I became a mixed drink cocktail
with one part freedom
and two parts Sailor Jerry
because every girl needs a stiff drink once and awhile.
We are not disappointments.
We will never be the ones who gave up on hope.
We will never be the ones who gave up on each other,
or god,
or our mothers.
We will always be enough;
enough for the ones who shunned us 
enough for the ones that cursed us
enough for the ones the hurt us
and destroyed us
and beat us when we were covered in bruises.
But you see, bruises fade
and the scars of our flesh are only stories
things we have overcame
and there are things out there that we will overcome.
When I was a child, I only ever wanted to be strong.
I hid my vulnerability.
I hid the parts of me that were true.
I never told my mother about my girlfriend
because I was afraid she wouldn’t understand,
kind of like all those people who never understood 
just how much words effect us. 
I can’t say that I can beat the boys at foot races anymore,
because, well, I smoke cigarettes now.
And I can’t say that the nickname of my childhood didn’t affect me.
But I take that name now and embrace it.
Because I am strong.
I am the ‘she hulk’.
I am a mixed drink cocktail
with three parts greatful.


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LOVE at FIRST SIGHT

Love was in the air when he laid eyes on her.
Childhood; elementary and even high school with her.
Walking towards her, he greeted her.
Anxiety spiraled as he hugged her.
Conversation grew deeper as he sat with her.
Wanting to get closer because he was falling for her.

Another woman called pausing the time he was having with her.
Knowing he had to answer; he stepped away and spoke to her.
She stated that something wasn't quite right with her.
She said that her stomach had been bothering her.
Now he's thinking back if he came inside her.
Thinking if she lied to him about her tubes being tied within her.

Does he blame himself for listening to her?
Knowing right from wrong and yet he can't blame her.
Does he blame the devil for allowing him to be intimate with her?
Is he not a human that makes mistakes just like her?
Begging God to make a way for him and her.
Asking God to forgive him for committing the sin with her.

God said, "relax my son, you were only dreaming of her."


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Scars Left Behind

Remembering the days of yesteryear
when family ties were held most dear,
gas lamps flickered in the back street
while most of us danced a different beat.
Tragic alleyways of smog and smut
“Live over the brush”* branded a slut,
silhouettes in fringe the darkest night
gullible back shift broke the morning light.
Adventurous nights at “Townhead Mill”
eight pints of beer the back porch thrill,
when no meant yes in rapturous skill
to fumigated music from “Nashville.”
Obnoxious libertine this bread man
bay curtain drawn delivery van,
the situation conspired indiscretion
clinical the world’s oldest profession.
Sporting gentlemen in summer bliss
caught first ball costly night on the piss,
pavilion home to moorside drover
many a chaste maiden bowled over.
Partial pilgrimage down “Bolton Road”
black and amber heroes round ball code,
liniment buoyant throughout the room
manly skills embroider the village groom.
Cardinal days steeped in “Rock ‘n’ Roll”
sire in fear of them out of control,
a colossal wedge between cultures
in shadows of decency vile vultures.
Repetitious days of school yard might
the bullies reduced one’s life to plight,
parents queried yet misunderstood
reasons for mayhem in the neighbourhood.
Lad and lasses lost in “Hide and seek”
games of “Stroke a back” every week,
by the old school grounds we all did laik**
now the street is naked for heaven sake.
Why on earth would a mind keep drifting back
this poetry constantly placing me on track,
when life was a role without fame or stars
only toil and trepidation and these scars?

© Harry J Horsman 2013   

*Living in sin
** Play


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Every Day

Slow is the sun knowing that I am already awake...
Unwilling are these eyes to search that which has already been seen
Now, time waits upon my hands to make something unknown
Does anyone know how long it's been?
All my life has turn a shame
Years are passing without a gain...

Moments becomes hours for me, when I see the others smile in minutes
Old is my mouth; for not having strength for such movements 
Now, time waits upon my hands to make something unknown
Does anyone know how long it's been?
All my life has turn a shame
Years are passing without a gain...

This mind, beats so much more than this heart
Unwilling are these eyes to search that which has already been seen
Easy is the wind to those that welcome its flirty touch
Soft are the sounds of the leafs being crushed
Dazing is the street light, when watched throughout the night
Animals pass and smell my sent; small acquaintances if you might
Yonder noises: added ingredients, to help imagination take a flight

Watching children play
Eying women walk
Dim; the lights will say
Nothing seems to stop
Everyone's alive
Sadly, so am I
Death's a friend to each one of us
All of us will cry
Yelling out: Come friend, tears will not shed mine

This mind, beats so much more than this heart
How heavy is the rain on a wet coat longed?
Undisturbed is the playing of my high school song
Rusty is my skin, but I not worry for it to be touched
Sounds of other voices keep me hushed
Dealing with myself so long
Aging is my only grown
Yield please earth, been so still, I feel you spin

Friday games I never win
Reaching out to grab myself
Inside me, there is no help
Does anyone know how long it's been?
All my life has turn a shame
Years are passing without a gain...

Slow is the sun knowing that I am already awake
Awake to feel the air up above me
Tumbling down in quakes
Until I cry: NO MORE SHALL I TAKE
Riding upon hopelessness
Dying upon wait
Alone with my heart inside
Yearning for her to stay...


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Pins and Needles

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


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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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My Poetry Begining PoetrySoup

It was the last day of school twenty some years ago
The teacher asked us to write a poem, in any form that we may know.
Never doing this before, I let the words flow, just letting it all hang out
After I handed it in, the teacher was really impressed without a doubt
She showed it to some other teachers saying,"Hey look at what Dan has wrote"
None of them could believe I wrote all those silly words down in a little note.

Seven years after school, I wrote my prewife a little poem
She said awww how sweet, and into a junk drawer it was thrown 
Five years after that, I wrote a poem in a homemade Valentines card
She looked at it and asked "was buying a real card just to hard"?
Another five years later, sitting by myself and drinking alone
I entered a poetry contest, because I felt my thoughts needed to be known

They sent me a letter back saying they wanted to put my poem in a book!
I right away sent the letter back saying ok, without even taking a second look
That's when it all began, I started writing poetry it seemed like everywhere 
Reading it to my friends and they would listen with a unappreciative stare
Then one day I came across this site, kind of interesting called Poetry Soup
I couldn't believe all the heartfelt kindness, they made me feel I was part of the troop


Dan Kearley:12-6-11


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Death - Reborn - Balassi Stanza

As I take my last breath
The pathway to my death
Is the Arc of a Rainbow

In Darkness, unforeseen 
With a Soul, so unclean
As a Raven’s or a Crow

I can feel this new Life
Sounds of bagpipes and fife
An Eternity, to Grow 

Inspired by Dr. Ram Mehta’s Contest
              “ Balassi Stanza “

Author’s Note : Dr. Ram has Taught me more English
Than my Jr. & Sr. High School Teachers : Combined


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Bully

you pick on the innocent
pray on the weak
leave the unwanted in your dust
harming all in your path

they go home
bruised and beaten
filled with tears
a lump in their throats

still breathing
still a love in their hearts 
yet they have more strength
than you ever will 




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Fifty-two Blue Beads

I walked in the local Relay for Life
In support of the Cancer Foundation
I have lost too many people that I love
To this horrible abomination

For each lap around the High School track
You received a white bead to put on a string
Every fifth lap resulted in a bead of blue
One full mile completed was its meaning

I started at 6:00 pm that night
After resting throughout the day
I was determined to walk 18 hours straight
As my contribution to help keep cancer at bay

My pledges totaled one hundred dollars a mile
Every blue bead helped me keep count
I wanted to collect all that I could
To bring in the top amount

Most teams consisted of many walkers
Who walked in shifts throughout the night
But my team was just a team of one
Like on a Spirit of St. Louis flight

At 6:15 I received my first blue bead
A four miles an hour pace
If I could keep this up throughout the event
I would surely win first place
(Not that that really mattered)

At 10:00 I had fifteen blue beads
And was already getting tired and sore
But I blocked all that right out of my mind
For the miles I had left were many more

The crowds on the track started thinning out
As the night grew dark and longer
At 3:00 am I got a second (or third) wind
And somehow was walking stronger

By 6:00 am I was practically walking in my sleep
My blisters were starting to bleed
By now I had a second string
To hold all the white and blue beads

At 11:00 am they announced, “One more hour to go”
Fresh new faces started to arrive
I kept plopping one foot in front of the other
Although I had a much shorter stride

When they rang the bell announcing the Relay was over
I finally sat down to count my blue beads
Fifty-two blue beads meant fifty-two miles
And five thousand, two hundred dollars for this need

They packed up the stages and removed all the trash
While in my warm sleeping bag I slept
Everyone was gone when I woke up again
But the promise to my loved ones I had kept


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The Canvas

This poem is a farewell piece of advice to a group of students I have taught over the last four years. I do 
hope they find the metaphor meaningful and believe that they are the "architects of their own future."

Spread before you is a canvas of hope and opportunity Waiting to be painted with strokes of what you are and can be Waiting to be filled with colours that define you and the life you live Waiting to be stamped with the personality that only you can give To the portrait of your life, by itself a work of art A work which, on this day, with vigour you will start Spread before you is a canvas of vision and desire Waiting to be sketched with shades of passion and fire Waiting to be decorated with a story and theme Waiting to be etched with ambition that is now just a dream Of a picture whose tone, texture and style Would have made this work worth all the while Spread before you is a canvas, empty, yet full of space Waiting to be stroked with your wit, charm and grace Waiting to be brushed with strokes daring, vivid and bold Waiting to be painted with a story that can be told Of a life whose essence is one of sublime beauty Of a person who lived his life and did his duty Of a person who lived life the way it should be Of a complete canvas that will reflect many a memory.


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Normal To Me

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


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1-15-10 look into my eyes

i caught your eyes on me. dont bother to look away. ive already noticed. i wish i was 
brave enough to stare back. it doesnt bother me, just makes me curious. what are you 
thinking? or are you just observing? try to figure me out. but you wont. because youve 
only met the imposter. you havent stopped to look into my eyes.


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Pieces of Eternity (Seasons Finale)

Maybe it’s unacceptable 
Live a life capable of a true fable 
True friends never end 
But take you back to where it all began 
But hey misery gave us something to believe in 
Stress became a greater award as we achieved sin 
What could I say? Our savior died on a cross tough as pig skin 
Never once cried over the loss 
Forbidden fruit, Eden garden 
Excuse me, my lord, I beg your pardon 
And so what if these medics carry life in a carton 
But I ain’t trippin 
Simply because this is me until my dying day 
Please stop crying, you know I can’t stay 
I’m going to be the same until my dying day 
Over in that casket is where I’m trying to lay 
That’s right until my dying day 
True lost souls from the dark side 
Forever, we as mortals ride 
Peace is nothing, I fend for quiet time 
Rebels in riot lines 
Previous high school graduates 
Symbols of an adjective running toward fate 
True personality suffer the privilege of inmates 
How could you hesitate to ask 
There’s no stranger under this mask 
Lonely and unholy, who’s there to console me? 
I want to get away, forever restless 
You can see my similarities with the ocean 
I’m stress less 
Because this is me until my dying day 
Please stop crying, you know I can’t stay 
I’m going to be the same until my dying day 
Over in that casket is where I’m trying to lay 
My son, my friend 
We are but pieces of eternity 
Mesh on, mesh off 
Even at our best times we’re soft 
Who’s to say I’d regret my decision 
To lead a sinners life without God’s supervision 
On a one man mission 
And I know I don’t come around much 
Got my palms in reality 
Searching for something softer to touch 
Whisper in my ear, death makes me blush 
And Hell only flatters me 
One and one, through matter the winds scatter me 
I ain’t trippin, baby girl get off your knees 
You’re in the arms of a future me 
And I can’t see heaven from a distance 
Fire me over clouds like a piston 
Marching through blood 
But it’s all mud and water to Darkhouse 
Stand still let me mark my spouse 
Live my life as an outcast 
How could you even picture me at my last? 
Dear lord show some mercy on my followers 
Bless those that swallow dust to follow us 
No need to borrow sympathy 
Unforgiving sorrow made my enemies envy me 


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Divisions Of A Philosophical Mind

Infant mind preferred scientist the best Whose brain worked off beat beneath a bird’s nest. Alas! Time told that I wasn’t at all gifted by god, So it was inconceivable to befriend sin, log and mod! Then was the school life, amazed with pilots and aero science, Flying free with strong wings was definitely nice! Someone told that people with hi-eyepower were not allowed The excuse was enough to drop the dream of being pilot-renowned. So I participated in school dramas with a secret fervor of acting, I was tired of seeing more and more talent; and decided of quitting. Music then became a part of my life; I started listening to all kinds I failed a school audition, so further working on it would be a sacrifice. So I began to grow tired of this endless game; grew tired of being tired And went on and on, writing this poem without fear of being fired! Because I had learnt my lesson too early, yet failed to see I had not There would certainly be better; hope was still to be the best shot.


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Ghosts of South Dakota part 4

	Of course on this night we are supposed to be asleep so Santa 
could come, but we hadn't been home from Midnight Mass very long, and the 
invigorating cold was not conducive to sleep.  Even the hot chocolate did not do 
much to help sedate the excitement.
	We were hoping for sleds that year.  The snow was perfect for 
sledding especially like we did it.  We tied out sleds on behind the car or pick up 
and were pulled through the hills.  We got our sleds.  My dad and my uncle made 
them for us.
	No television and only in the late years were we allowed to use the 
radio.  Batteries were to expensive for frivolous use.  We spent many hours 
playing cards or games.
	I took time out and went to high school and college and got my 
teaching certificate.
	My aunt taught there only one year after the Federal Government 
turned the schools over to the local government.
	The last time I was back there the out buildings had been moved and 
Indian families were living in them.  The school was dirty and unkept.
	Now the school is gone.  The ancestors who once walked these 
dusty plains are gone.  The Indians who were there when I was a child are gone.
	They are Ghosts.  Ghosts whose faces can be seen in the clouds.  
Ghosts  who still chop wood on those sub zero nights.  And the drums we heard 
in the middle of the nights are still beating.  They beat as strongly as the heart 
beats in a healthy body.  The laughter of the children still echoes under the 
bridge.
	The life blood of a culture, of a nation grows thin.  The Battle of 
Wounded Knee was the last battle to be fought  between the white man and the 
Indian on the northern plains.  It's cries still echo across the land.
	My foot prints in the creek did not last any longer than those they left 
in the dust.  But in my memories, this mile and a half by three quarter mile haven 
still lives.  And will live forever as a piece of unrecorded history.


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High School Sharks

I can already hear the whispers
Before I open the door
Walking down the corridor
Fluorescent lights beam down
Illuminating, my faults
                                                    “Look at her, she think she’s bad, doesn’t she?”

High heels clicking on linoleum tiles
Hips waving regardless of assaults 
Lips uncurled into a blank expression
"How the hell am i going to get through this hall
without slappingone of them?"
Head up, eyes open but unseeing the ugliness of it all
It happens everyday

“I can’t believe all those guys like her, what the hell do  they see in her?”
			“She’s just another whore”
		      “I heard she’s not as smart as they say she is”
“I knowww, she probably slept with the teacher to get into the A.P classes”
     “Yeah, that’s the only way, there’s not possibility of her having a brain,"               
                                                       "she’s too cute”
                              “She’s not that cute you know”
                                                  “she’s probably just easy, all of those pretty girls are”
                 “I wonder where she got all her clothes, probably from the 99cent store”
             “nah, too good for the 99Cent store, she probably stole it, stupid Mexican”
    “Haha, I know, she’s so poor, I bet she stole that  purse too, it’s too nice for her”
          “She’s so straight-edge, tree-hugging, boy-friend stealing, attention hog..”
                                                     “Stupid ugly slut”

Oh PLEASE, they don't even know me
Lord, spare me from these Barbie clones
That spawn over generations
Bleach blonde hair
With purses as big as their bodies
Hollow heads with a button nose

These, Sharks, beady eyed, immense jaws yawning
Try to eat victims alive
In a single gulp
Flock together like vultures mercilessly to consume
Girls worthy of attention
Blood-thirsty villains
Disgustingly morose

I laugh when I hear them whispering
Their attacks
Are bent on bending 
Twisting reflections in the mirror
When really, it’s beautiful
Inside and Out
I know what I am and could care less
About what they think
                                                                                       Jealously..
Is flattery, 
Keep talking about me, your making me                                    Famous
Movie Star Status, I have what they                                                           Want 

I let them feed on my inner glow
It’s what attracts them, you know
Until they get so full of me
That they
EXPLODE

 


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What If

Hey people why you listen to the people that don’t matter. You all get mad when the talk 
sh&t and when they put you down. Why do you think they continue to do it? It is because 
they get a reaction out of you and it drives them to get more. They feel like they have 
control over you and they are your masters and its pathetic. I’m not innocent no one is. 
Everyone does it either because they have had it done to them or because they feel like 
they have to be noticed. I’ve realized if you just laugh and completely ignore them you will 
have a better life and it will make life out to be better then what you thought it could ever 
be.  I know I can’t say I’m fully able to ignore everyone but it’s a process I have made a lot 
of progress and I have learned I am a lot happier and feel way better when I just laugh or 
walk away. If people actually stopped and didn’t say anything and laughed about it more 
people would stop bullying. I know it’s very hard to believe me and it’s a process I think 
everyone needs to take. Who are they to judge you? You are the only one who needs to 
accept you for you. If you can’t accept what you are and what your personality is without 
being embarrassed about it you can’t live with anyone else. If you stop right now and think 
about all of the times you retaliated and said something back at the person that was 
bothering you did it get better or did it get worse and ay what if I don’t say anything maybe I 
won’t get angry and maybe they will leave me alone. If you can take the first step even 
though it is the hardest one there is to take you will have a better outlook on life and 
yourself and you will be happier then you could ever imagine.  I don’t care who you are if 
you will only make the first step the next steps are a lot easier and you will learn to live life 
to the fullest and it will make you have more friends and you will have a better life style and 
you will have more fun instead of always being mad and sad and depressed. If everyone in 
the world would just take that one fateful step it would make all of the difference.


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Years

Years…
Sometimes friend
Often foe
How the years seem to flow
More quickly with each passing one
And less, it seems that we get done
With what years we’ve now left

Let this not, though,
Be our shame
Let us use each year the same
As we would use our waning breath
Until at last our earthly death
Does come, one final
Year





by Donna Golden 

May 23, 2005 (A few months before my twenty year high school reunion!)


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Of a First Day In Suspension

          In the deans office,
Where I sit, the smell of tea
                    Soothes my fever.


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You're The Weak One

YOU’RE THE WEAK ONE


You’re the weak one, you’re a bully.  The weak one is definitely
not me.

The bully is always the weak one, but your weakness you can’t
seem to see.

So, I’m going to try to shed a little light on your weak and inappropriate ways.

Your weakness began on your first bullying day.

Your false sense of power is not strength at all; it is a cry for help desperately trying to break through.

I actually feel a little sorry for you.

Weak kids like you always seek to find other kids they can dominate.

Bullies do this with vicious words, inappropriate actions, and misguided hate. 

Is being a weak bully the banner you want to carry for the rest of your life?

Get rid of the bully banner forever; take up a banner that shows respect, 
understanding, and tolerance for others, and always hold that one very high.

	Al Johnson
 


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Who Though

Who would have thought the girl with the bright smile and joy enflamed in her eyes 
Sits' in the corner crying herself to sleep every night 
Who would have thought the boy walking the halls always giving a hand 
Wishs' that when he sleeps the gentle light may seep him off his feet 
Would would have thought the girl that ended her own life 
Was raped, beaten and bullied at both home and school 
Who would have thought our childrens children 
Have sought to use weapons and let eragancy become them making them a fool 
Who would have thought that no matter how we try for peace 
We show our children war is the answer
Who would have thought that our guidence
Has be clouded and no longer is pure 
Who would have thought teenage life is harder 
When your getting bullied or picked on in school 
Who would have thought that a person couldn't walk out of their house 
With out fear of being raped, shot, or stabed and death is finally at your door 
Who would have thought in life know a day's 
Death is more near to our lives then ever before 
    Who Would Have Thought


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He was Just a Little Boy

I was born unto this world
A little boy called James
I was just like all the rest
Who in the playground played normal games

I knew my life was in trouble
By the time I reached the age of five
My mother had so many friends
I wondered why I was alive

The kids all used to laugh at me
In my short trousers and bloodied knees
If only they had known
What was going on, in the inside of me

Would they ever know
Why a mother would put you down
And pretend that your not there
As another arrives from out of town

Have they ever wondered
To go to school with clothes unwashed
Sleep on a concrete floor
While your Mother's comfortably sloshed

Do they ever stop and wonder
What happens around them day by day
They can't, because they are young like me
When all they want to do is play

My teens are around the corner
To secondary school I go
I survive and I get wiser
As I intend my life to flow

As we travel down life's highways
When we are born they are seldom written
You know the roads you want to take
For inside you, your internally smitten 




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Bully

Throwing insults side to side. 
I wonder what you have to hide. 
Under that tough outside shell. 
Demons reeking total hell. 
Jealousy, Anger, Fear.
If I could just peer, 
Deep into your heart,
To fix that part.
That screw that's loose,
Which spills all the horrid abuse
I hope one day you see. 
You aren't tricking no one. 
Not me! 
 
 
 


 

 



 
 
  
 
 
 

 
 
 
 


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I am Free to:

I am free to: Love, 
                  
                       Hope, 
                    
                          Endure, 
                    
                      Sing, 
                 
                        Dance,

                      Cry,

                         Laugh,

                     Grow,

                         Give up,

                     Never stop untill I achivemy goal's,

                                 Live life,
                      
                        Hate! 

               Have the will not to hate,

                 Never give up,

                            Go down the wrong path,

                  To choose the right one,

                        To worship you, Lord!



Details | I do not know? | |

Another day at school

Another day of Torture Of Pain The looks of disgust What did I do to deserve this? What pain did I cause? For this pain to happen To me Walking through the hallways I hear the whispers I hear their laughs I hear all the words they say I know I’m not perfect Why can you just be happy with who I am? I am me I am who I am I’m sorry I’m not who you Want me to be So another day at school Were ill block you all out Pretending you don’t exist I pretend I don’t hear The Whispers The Laughs The Words And I’ll continue to be me No matter whom you want me to be


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Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras

Ever since the flames licked 

my fair pink burning flesh,

nothing in my life has remained the same.



I had to go back in to 

save my little brother Chris. 

 Life without him would kill me, 

besides myself I would forever blame.

 

Even though it’s been ten years, 

my face still feels the pain.



Having to go through high school 

with a scarred face is just lame.



I’ve got the body of a goddess; 

I must admit I’m beautiful from the neck down, 

but the hideous burn scars 

on my face have remained.

 

Months after the accident 

weeks before school started,

a knock at my door came.



An anonymous donor sent a box

 full of beautifully hand decorated

Mardi Gras masks made for only the fairest lady, 

that’s the day I got my new name.

 

Each month a new box of masks 

would arrive and I would wear everyone.

I became known as the royal shapely, disfigured lady. 

Mardi Gras was my fame.

 

One night a mysterious white box appeared, 

inside rested the most unique and intricately 

adorned mask of all.  It was a pure white mask adorned 

with a delicate French ivory lace, fluffy pure white 

dove feathers and shiny white pearls outlined the mask.  

White is normally considered lame 

but this was breathtaking, nothing plain.  



Inside the box was also an

 invitation, asking me to attend 

the prom with "Masked Bandit" Lane.



 I couldn’t believe it! All along it was 

my handsome next door neighbor and

 Chris' best friend, who had been sending 

the ornate masks to me.  He was my hero now, 

my enthusiasm could hardly be tamed..  



Lane had always adored my brother Chris and seemed 

to like me too. I always knew he had 

a crush on me, but I never knew to what extent. 

I rushed over to his house where he was playing 

with my brother Chris a heated basketball game.



I hugged him and told him that 

I would love to go with him to the prom.



Just between you and me, 

Lane and I will always be the 

masked King and Queen of Mardi Gras 

and forever in love we will reign.





 

 


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The Black Sheep

Pushed aside, location of home obscured, limited by isolation:
drifting aimlessly - subscribing to a voluntary incarceration.

Outcast by an alternative perspective, a differing sense of direction,
through a desire to develop resolutions to numerable imperfections.

Others recede into bad habits - shirking from every challenge,
placing emphasis on ignoring responsibilities; yet expecting a life that’s lavish.

So it’s hardly surprising when their dreams fall by the wayside,
having taken the easy road too often, they’re fighting against a landslide
to recuperate what was lost, or rather thrown away by being lax and care-free,
they’ve imposed upon themselves a limit, as to what they can achieve.

Armed with the powerful weapon of fore-sight, I clawed myself out of the rut,
but it’s little consolation for having to watch my friends get stuck.
Trying to avoid a patronising tone, I conceal myself into anonymity -
uninspired by foolish games, approaching every overture with timidity.

Wanting to tell them to change, to realise their mistakes,
but sometimes things are hardest to see when they stare you in the face.
It’s their life to live, and do so how they wish -
I just pray they realise: there’s more to it then “getting pissed”.


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One Day

I watched as his tiny hands held the crayon,
first time homework, and I wanted to help,
but I knew this was his challenge, not mine.
In time he would figure things out on his own,
and one day, he would be a daddy, with children
of his own.


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My Dreams

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


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A look into my past

   There was a time when I was sad, I felt alone... like I was merely taking up space for 
those who wanted to be here. A look into my past will show you the dark days I have over 
come. It all started in junior high school I was the girl everyone liked... I was 
worshipped like gold. But with that worship came hatred and jealousy. I used to be 
vibrant and full of energy... Life used to be nothing but a game to me and I played it 
well. It wasn't until the hatred started to rear it's ugly head that I ducked undercover 
and never came out of my shell again. I became shy, and withdrawn. I didn't trust anybody 
because I always seemed to get hurt. I was alone, A stranger. I walked the halls like a 
ghost, no one seemed to notice the pain I was in. Everyone morning there was a routine... 
I would cling to my bed until my mother dragged me out on my knees. Tears in my eyes 
begging her please can I stay home. I was in a deep depression and each day felt like 
years... I wouldn't sleep at night because then the day time would come so much quicker. 
It may seem crazy to me now but I used to cry as I walked to school wiping my eyes as I 
walked. People could obviously see that I was in a deep trance, they didn't help they 
just mocked me and that made everything worst. But when things got to the brink of it's 
madness I left and found new friends... Now the problems didn't seem so bad and the 
depression slowly Crept away. I was happy again, still cautious, still a little shy but 
my friends were my protection from it all and I survived. A look into my past.


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Social Change

my school colors 
brooks brothers navy blue 
and establishment gold 
were God-awful choices 
for Catholic girls 
being educated beyond 
their parents' means. 

seventeen, out of high school 
ready for life 
without restrictions 
I was prime 
for the times 
revolutionary ideas 
about life loving and living 
flower-power dreams 
unbelievably believable. 

twelve years of stateliness 
and I was ready 
for a tie-dyed change of mind 
opportunity came 
in a California cotillion 
formal dress not required. 

I left the "Beach Party" 
two piece red-checked 
belly-button cover-up behind 
and never looked back. 


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The Victory Dance

To play as if today
Is your only chance.
Some say, “It’s just a game.”
Have they done the Victory Dance?

When hard-earned Victory
Was finally at hand,
Have they felt the glory
Raining down from the stands?

To do or not to do….
No one wants to hear, “We tried.”
Effort and dedication will be rewarded… 
And ‘Sooner Magic’ is on your side. 

Yes, to fall short is still an option;
But much better to succeed.
Heroes are made and remembered
Only by their deeds.

So, just go out and win.
Give your all to each and every chance.
Persevere and achieve…

And do the Victory Dance.


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Teacher, shall I write a sonnet

Teacher, shall I write a sonnet? Must I?
When I’m not so sure of my poetry…
Shall I write a poem of fourteen lines?
In iambic pentameter –by me?

What shall I write about? What can I say?
In this sonnet which I must jot down now?
My sonnet should be about what today?
To write a great sonnet I’m not sure how…

Teacher, can I write this sonnet later
For I’m not sure of what to write about?
The teacher then takes my simple paper
And “you already did.” my teacher shouts.

‘Detention’ my teacher says, ‘for lying,’
‘But thank you,’ she adds, ‘for at least trying.’

 © Mariam Mababaya.


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TV Through Life

ABC Afterschool Special
was my favorite program as kid
when it was on I never hid
at that young age I was gentle
after high school heavy metal
television has been my life
enjoy watching it with the wife
we have even watched a rental

In navy wasn’t much TV
I was keeping busy else where
today I write as much I watch
most of the good programs aren’t free
only thing free is the fresh air
and now I have given up scotch




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Fake Words

Fake Words – Zamreen Zarook

God have given us mouth,
Not to speak to north and south,
Tongue is given under an oath,
So it’s our duty to protect them both.

Girls chat fake with boys,
Having a notion that the boys are toys,
They often make varied noise,
Thinking to keep a trap on handsome guys.

Boys are also human being,
So it’s not possible being clean,
Things varies in the way they are seen,
So positive thinking will make you keen.

Boys’ minds are pure,
As it is pure bio,
So don’t try to pour vino,
Which will take decades to get cure.


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Playground

Kids go down
The slide…they head toward the swings
TIME TO SCREAM!

Free time ends
Their parents want to go home
Frowns exchange 


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My Conversation With God

I have been praying to God ever since I first understood the concept of a deity.  Although I have struggled through life with my acceptance of and belief in the religion I was force fed as a child, the praying has always stayed with me – on an almost every day basis.  In some way or some form or for some reason, it seems, I find myself praying to a God I am not sure I believe in.

Over the years, some of the things I have prayed for or prayed against have worked out in my favor.  Other things didn’t quite work out the way I had hoped.  So, I wondered, was this proof that my prayers are sometimes answered or simply the law of averages?  It really didn’t matter, I was programed to pray and so pray I do.

This has been going on pretty routinely for over 50 years; so, imagine my surprise when, for the first time last night, God talked back to me!

I may not get this exactly right, but, in essence, this is what He had to say:

(I am not sure what font to type God’s words in, so I will just keep on with the default.)

“Joe, Joe, Joe.  I have been listening to you for all your life.  And, whereas I do enjoy your thoughts; your words; and your sentiments; I find it is time for me to respond.

You really do pray a lot for lots of things.  Mostly good and humane things.  Mostly with a pure and caring heart.  But, son, you need to stop doing so much praying and start doing more stuff on your own.  I am not up here to make your life easier and to do things for you.

When you were young, instead of praying for that bicycle, you should have been doing chores to earn money towards buying it.  You could have cut more lawns, washed more cars, got a paper route, sold lemonade, or many other things other young boys were doing to earn money for the things that they wanted.

When you were in high school and prayed to me to help you do well in your wrestling matches, you should have, instead, been working harder at practice; spent more time on your conditioning; spent more time in the weight room; and studied harder on the art of wrestling.

In college, when you prayed for help on your mid-terms and finals, you should have, instead, spent more time studying and less time partying – I think that is something you already know.

Even when you pray on behalf of others – you should be doing more.

Instead of praying I would help old Mrs. Conner at the end of your street, you should have gotten up off your butt and walked down to the end of the street and looked in on her yourself.  You could have offered to go to the store for her, pick up her prescriptions or simply keep her company in her final years.

When you prayed for me to care for the starving children around the world, you should have been volunteering to help out yourself or donating more money towards this cause.  If you funneled all the money you spent on unnecessary junk food and extra meals you consumed throughout the years towards charities that help feed and clothe the poor, you could have saved many of the children you prayed that I would save.

Instead of praying that I cure your family, friends and acquaintances that you knew were ill or dying, you should have been visiting them in the hospital or writing them letters or providing assistance to their loved ones to help ease their pain.

Prayer is not the vehicle for you to be lazy and yet gain the rewards.  Prayer is not a means to have me do for others what you have the power and ability to do yourself.

I am glad that you talk to me, but you have been granted the ability and means to do so much more by yourself and yet you choose to take the easy way out and pray to me – the God that I know you are confused about.  Please, do me a favor, and before you pray, ask yourself, ‘Have I exhausted all avenues available to me to achieve the result I want God to perform?’ 

If, after you have done everything you can possibly do, then I may be more willing to consider what it is you ask for.

And now, my son, you can wake up.”

I sat up quickly in my bed, sweating and confused.  Was I just dreaming?  Was that really God talking to me?  Then, somewhere from deep inside, either from my conscious or a left-over message from the Almighty Himself, I thought (or heard): “What does it matter?  Whether it was God or not – the message is valid and something I probably already knew.”

“Well,” I said to myself, in prayer, “I will give it my best.  But, is it okay if we still talk?  It kind of helps to give me strength?”

Silence.

I will take that as a, “Yes”.


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Bladder Problems in Class

Numbers on 
White board…names written hori-
zontally

Students ask
To go pee…right when class starts – 
THAT’S just wrong…

Bathroom line
Of students who have bladder
Problems – WOW!

People are
Not using lunchtime to do 
Their business 

No one knows
When to do their duties – SER-
IOUSLY?


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Listen to Me

You never listen
Yes I know it's true
I see you try and deny it
How's that working for you?

I will say one thing
You will hear another
I will try to fix it
The misunderstanding you see

I just got in trouble
(Sigh) I told you so
They never listen to me

They say they do 
And I know they try
But all I want to do is scream
"JUST LISTEN TO ME SOMEONE PLEASE"

All I asked is that you think
What is real?
Do I ever ask this?
Will I ever again?

All I really did
Was ask
For friend

All I want
Is to be free
Free to listen
And free to be me

Sadly though
You'll never see
Just how much your 
Not listening has killed me

I have tried
Really I did
I know that I'm not eighty
I know that I'm not nice
But the only thing I asked 
For was five minutes (at the most) of your life.

I'm sorry that you failed
I'm sorry that I tried but
Mostly I'm just sorry that
I'm not sorry,
Not anymore.


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Robin Hood

Of all the trials and test this year
A lot of nerves, a lot of fear

By the grace of God I’m here to tell
It all ended up going very well

If life is a journey, school is a maze
A wonderful way to spend your days

So much diversity, so much culture
Feels so good to no longer be a vulture

Picking scraps up off the bone
Heart encased in a block of stone

I simply love being tender and true
Like a billowy cloud in a sky so blue

Floating on air for the world to see
Like a peacock strutting proud as can be

Yet, forever humble and forever true
Eyes no longer red they’re clear and blue

No longer living all tired and funky
I kicked the crap up out of my monkey

Kid’s gather to me like chicks to a trough
I welcome them in I never shrug them off

Which is truly as strange as strange can be
I once would have said, “Get away from me”

“Nothing in me should be considered good”
“You’re looking for a hero, I’m no Robin Hood”

Today, I’m first to school and first in my seat
With exuberance for life, which can’t be beat

With kids gathering to me looking to study
Listening in awe to their gray headed buddy

I’m forever speaking on life and all that it entails
Guiding my younger friends down happy trails

Being very careful to not criticize or judge
You can’t help someone holding a grudge 

I tell all the youngsters with a heart so true 
I traveled one hell of a road to get to you

I have a single goal before I enter my grave
I want to teach you all how to not be slaves

Don’t let fears and addictions control your life
That’s an endless road of sorrow and strife

Make your dream and grab your star
Let the world see who and what you are

Whatever you do, do it with a smile
Life is truly a gift enjoy it for awhile

It feels so strange to feel so good
We all have it in us to be Robin Hood


I dedicate this poem to all the youngsters
who come over to my house to study. You
know, I never would have dreamed that I
would be considered a good example. It's
truly amazing what the Lord can do in our
lives. The correlation I'm speaking of with
Robin Hood; is that we all have it in us to 
take from the bad and give to the good.


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Get An Education

"The boy's got a broken brain!
- Fix him for me now,
I can't do a thing with him."

     - So I hear you say,
     Though he seems intelligent enough.

After all, he's smart enough 
To know the whys and wherefores
Of every deal that goes down on his street -
Every $ passing hands in the dark,
Summed and totalled in his head.
But Math - Forget it.
And you'll never see him crack a book for study's sake.

Perhap's that's because you broke his heart,
Long ago, though his face will never show it.
Because he bleeds inside,
Though to hear him talk you'd never know it.
You tore his shadoworld apart
Just by never being there -
You broke his proud red eggshell heart
Because he knows you never cared.

Perhaps this is why Rage is his religion,
And he only values Gain,
Why Payback is his Creed,
His only currency Pain.
This then is why he wears the shirt 
That reads, "Never Forget, Never Forgive";
This why he's unafraid to kill or die,
Yet terrified to live.

So go get an education -
 Start with a hard look at yourself -
You that schooled a nation
In the politics of Greed,
Builders of the conflagration
Of burning, unmet Need
Now threatening to consume us
As it climbs into the skies,
As it whispers warnings to us
From his vacant, coldstare eyes.

You broke his heart,
A wound more deep
Than I alone can mend,
I, just one beleaguered horseman.
Cannot set it right again.

You must help put things back together,
If you want our nightmares to end.


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To The PE Teacher

I'm over it
I'm giving up
I don't have to do it
Yet you force me to like I'm a chump
I avoid it like an illness
You let it go
But today is the day
You took it no more
You didn't yell
Yet you exchanged insults
You hurt my feelings
That was the result
You called me a girl
You called me a clown
And if this keeps up
You're going down
Can't you see
I don't like PE
I'm not being rebel
But you scare me into anxitey
Just leave me alone
You treat me like a drone
You're not getting forgiveness
But you can get off my blacklist
If you cease and desist


Details | I do not know? | |

The Speed of Life

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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2009: My Senior Year

  The first day of school I had not yet come to grips with what being a senior was. To me, this was just another year and another grade level. One day, when I was on my way to school, it hit me that this was my last August and my last September not only in this academy, but in high school. This was my last leg of the race and my last time making memories here. A new beginning of my life is waiting for me not in years, but in just a few months. 



                                               





                                                   ©2013 Honestly JT

Note: My English teacher gave us an assignment to start writing about our life experiences so that one day we could possibly have autobiographies of our own.


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Mellors math teacher

this poem is dedicated to my Mr mellors i hope he reads this

The Cop, The Math Teacher, The Guide you've been there for me when i was confused and could not see the forest or the path you were there when school was hell and life was black as midnight you were there when i screwed up and found myself trapped by my own mistakes even though i disappointed you at times and made you want to tear your hair out you were there you've always been there and cannot thank you enough Thank You Mr. Mellors


Details | Ode | |

Family and Friends


Family, the enemy of our souls wants us to believe
The lie that we are alone
He wants us to believe
That we are treading hopeless road

But the cloud witnesses who urge us on
Tell us another story
The road we tread with light and beauty and fellowship
My friends, we are never alone

Written 09292012


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Reflections: Midlife Crisis

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


Details | Lyric | |

I Just Want My Life Back

Dedicated to everyone at Freedom Middle School
06-07
I love you guys with all my heart

The hallways are full of laughter, 
The friends are full of love
The good friends are playful,
Giving each other a little shove.
The classes were a bit of a challenge,
The tests more of a breeze
Studying was the hard part
But it put our minds at ease.
The drama was overrated
The fights were way too many
But the make-ups and break-ups made a difference
And made us think a plenty.
The teachers were our light
That got us to where we are
Even connections, useless as they seem to be,
Will help us go really far
The hearts were full of words unsaid
As we took our final steps
Outside the doors, into a new life
As we drew in our final, middle school breath.
The eyes were full of spilling tears
That cascaded down our cheeks
The sun was shining, so how could we
Be feeling so very bleak?
All of it is now a blur
I wish I could go back
And change everything that I had done
Just wipe it away to be packed.
But we can't change our mistakes in the past
And we can't relive our lives
As much as we wish we could return
To the place where our last tears together were cried.
The middle school years were the best
And we're sad to see them go
Especially those who didn't say a lot
Who didn't let their true love show.
We were alive when we were at school
Because we were with the people we loved
Our memories are the best token of that year
Even jokingly being shoved.
But now that all my friends are gone
Onto high school, seperate ones at that,
I'm still here, silently hoping
Wishing that I could go back.
But our time there was for the best,
And this has hit me with a hard SMACK!
I love everyone there, and now I have to say
I just want my life back.


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Rewards of College Education

in grade school
he heard about it

in high school
he prepared for it

in his first year
he explored it

in his second year
he focused on it

in his third year
he felt part of it

in his fourth year
he graduated from it

Now, he has a job
because of it.


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Life Doesn't Have To Be So Bad

I can still hear the strumming of your mesmerizing guitar
And your soft, angelic voice captures me afar
I miss the times we used to dance around on the balcony in joy
As you would laugh and talk about every hot middle school boy
I remember the night you despondently sang me a song
In the pouring rain, the pulse of your spirit flew till the break of dawn 
Your guitar still rings alive…then my heart feels dead
And I know that it’s just the sickening voices inside my head
When we were younger I would marvel at your unremitting beauty
We’d play our little games; I’d make you laugh when I had the opportunity
Ronnie would come storming in and we’d get all upset
Taking our Bratz dolls to “deer world” Haha…that I’ll never forget

And now you’ve come back to me after all these tears and fears
Maybe we’ll start over and catch up on all the dissipated years
Maybe you’ll play the guitar and bring back the beat of your beatific spirit
To sew back this heart of mine—heh, you’ve always had the knack to cure it
Though we never lost contact, I felt so freaking alone
Without your music, without your spirit, in the darkness I would roam
I love you very much and you know I always will
After all, you were my first friend…you know the drill
Though I never really expressed how much I appreciate everything we had
Though you’ve been through some crap, life doesn’t have to be so bad
Because I have you and I know your sun will always shine through
Because I was the moon, and your rays and strums kept me out of the blue


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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


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Happiness in a Wrong way

Happiness in a Wrong way – Zamreen Zarook

In the notion of seeking happiness,
I thought of stepping in to nonsense,
I dream I could find success,
But I had only little access.

Every attempt that I lend,
It was an utter failure at the end,
My life was full of difficult bend,
But God is always there as a good friend.

My deeds travel in various ways,
Some times in subways,
Or in times it goes in highways,
But I had the belief, God is there always.

North and south families surrounded,
East and west friends are rounded,
Every time fear on death soughed,
I am trapped, and my merits are loaded.


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My Seaons of Change

                                                  My Seasons of Change 

1. All the world’s a sky of faded virtue, 

2. Though major events have shaped my life,  

3. they are constantly replaced with new memories, most soon to be forgotten. 

4. One day’s triumph is another’s past glory. 

5. Like clouds, people have floated into my life and portrayed themselves in a way to form my character.  

6. Some have stayed and some have gone each leaving their distinctive steps in my path. 

7. The stars which illuminate the night are like the reflection of my past decisions. 

8. Like constellations show the history of people’s lives, mine is not yet run its course, but only begun.  

9. Just as God has blessed nature with its four seasons: summer, fall, winter and spring;  

10. He has also provided me with seasons that have developed my intricate character.  

11. The first is independence.  

12. Independence had arrived at the threshold of my future around the time of my late middle school years. 

13. Independence came from situations that pushed me to the edge of change. 

14. Change was not only a shift in my surroundings but a total alteration in my world view. 

15. The perplexing opportunities challenged me to make my own decisions. 

16. With my own decisions came discernment. 

17.  My whole eighth grade year I felt the daunting shadow of high school nudging at my side. 

18. After all, my success in high school could set the course for the rest of my life 

19.  and is it not my obligation to take the gifts God has given me and use them to change the world? 

20. That doesn’t happen overnight. 

21. The rough bark of an oak tree presented itself as a symbol for the following weeks of transition. 

22. High school brought discernment. 

23. I acquired the knowledge of why things are right or wrong. 

24. Responsibility was the next season in my life. 

25. Responsibility is not only gained through trust but opposition.  

26. Now that these three seasons have come to pass, they have matured my mind and soul. 

27. The last to follow is inevitably, struggle. 

28. Seamless struggle has lingered behind mankind since the begining of time. 

29. Struggle can be neither ignored nor avoided. 

30. As lighting strikes from the sky and thunder roars so is the ever presence of daily trials. 

31. Each season represents a pillar which will withstand not only the icy winds of fear, but 

32.  provide peace and security in my spirit that can never be driven out. 


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Eyes of Seminary

Eyes of Seminary – Zamreen Zarook

Every day in our lives has different fragrance,
God give us various things in abundance,
Day by day knowledge is gained in accordance,
Things depend according to the attendance.

Two years of studies,
Helped us to come out with various abilities,
Extremely joyful moments with buddies,
But life said every aspect has its boundaries.

Teachers become very friendly,
They approach us very kindly,
They speak on us exaggeratedly,
Because they know, if not we might behave badly.

Big shots in the school boundary,
These are years of foundry,
It helped us to find and go for laundry,
Marvelous days, fully packed with sundry.


Various angles the kith and kins are civilized,
It’s because our knowledge is enhanced,
Guys and girls turned well experienced,
That’s why we call it levels of advanced.


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An Ode To My Beloved

I just wanted to let you know
That I have this love for you...
Although I'm not fast to show
For you, there's nothing I wouldn't do
And I can't control this love
No matter what I try to do...

While I know our lives are separating
Which has got me pretty blue
I just want you to know
How much I love you...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

Oh how I still see you every night in my mind
You're the best girl I feel I'll ever find
And when my eyes would fall upon your smile
My heart would be put on trial
And so if nothing else, I want to let you know
That I'll always love you, that my hearts beat
For you, won't ever slow...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

So I wish you happiness beyond compare
And sorry for the times I couldn't help but stare
Caring, passionate, smart, and loving
From my heart, to you, I'll never be shoving

You will always be in my heart
No matter where we go, how far we drift apart...

Goodbye My Love...


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Ridiculous Me

Watch this scene with both eyes and try not to blink C: --> 

I stood there... silently
Like a predator near prey 
I sneak behind YOU

You weren't even aware of it!! Ha-ha! 

I made YOU jump hIgH
Like a startled hare
I chuckle and smile

You know that mischievous smile of mine? 

Your reaction was
PRICELESS - you were so upset
But YOU forgave me

Well...I'm flattered. . . 

We laugh'd together (just like the good times)
In a chorus - our volume
Picked up extreme sound

Believe me - I could hear our laughter from a mile away!

But I'm glad I did
My best to make you giggle

Ridiculous me... 
Wouldn't you agree?


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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


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We Need God Back Into Our Schools

We Need God Back Into Our Schools!

There are some trying to remove God from this nation!
They do is under; “a church and state separation.”

For many years,  God was taught in our schools!
Until the Supreme Court took it away, with it’s rules!

As so many young people look to fill life’s “void.”
They try many things that they think they’ll enjoy!

Rather than having God’s word to obey and live by.
They choose the kind of life that they will die by!

Drugs, sex and violence of many perverted kinds.
Are what is now filling so many young people’s minds!

Read the headlines!  Many young people are stressed out!
Yet our government can’t seem to figure it out!

Another shooting…  Another act of violence appears!
While any kind of answer seems to have disappeared!

The answer is not more money to solve their problem!
No matter how much the government tries to solve them!

Let me give you answer.  It’s called “read the Bible 101!”
It’s time to repent to God the father, the spirit and the son!

Our young people need God brought back into their life!
And allow him to heal their brokenness and strife!

Jesus Christ is the solution for which many are asking!
Only he can give anyone a life that’s everlasting!

Please come Lord Jesus!  And heal the wounded hearts!
It’s everyone one of us, that it needs to start!

No court or school can separate God’s love for you and me!
Where will you spend your eternity?

By Jim Pemberton   10/24/13


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Straight to Hell - A Short Story

I was a seventeen year old senior in a coed, catholic high school.  Our gym classes however were still all boys and all girls.  My senior year we had gym every other day and music every other day in the same time slot.  The music classes, therefore, were also all boys or all girls.

She was a twenty-eight year old nun in her first teaching assignment.  She was in way over her head.  She was about five-foot-four and weighed practically nothing.  The nuns in our school no longer wore habits and I remember thinking it was a good thing because she would probably fly away like Sally Fields.  If you don’t know what I mean by that then you are too young to be reading my story.

The music class was a mad house.  She could not control a room of twenty some boys bound and determined to make her life hell.  I mean, music class?  Really?

We never did the homework assigned; never answered her questions seriously; never believed her threats at discipline; wouldn’t accept the demerits she tried to hand out; and basically goofed off for the hour that was supposed to be dedicated to learning about music.

For some reason, she seemed too proud or too green or too determined to go to the principal or another teacher for help; and, sensing that, we knew we could get away with our childish behavior and so we did.

One day, a handful of us “got in trouble” and she said she wanted to talk to us after class.  I was the only one that actually stayed.  She tried to lecture me on my bad behavior but I guess my smirk was evidence it was not sinking in.  Then, she started to cry, and for the first time I saw her as a person.

“What am I doing,” she cried.  "I can’t do this.  I am trying; I am really trying, but I am not cut out for this.  Why are you boys so mean and hateful?”

I stood up in front of her not knowing what to do or what to say.  I felt like a real jerk.  I was a real jerk.

Tears poured down her face, which I finally recognized as being a pretty face.  She bowed her head and just sobbed.  In my awkward seventeen year old manner, I slowly opened my arms and allowed her to lean into me.  And I hugged her while she wept.
   
At seventeen, I was no ladies’ man, and this crying nun was the first woman I had ever held so close to me.  I could feel her breasts pressed against me; the heat emitting from her body; and, the delicate nature of her womanly form in my arms.  I knew then that I was destined to go straight to hell for the thoughts that were going through my head and the feelings I felt between my legs.

She pulled away and whispered, “I am so sorry, I should not have done that.  You may go.”

I simply said, “You know, you are doing fine, you just have a class of a bunch of butt holes”, and walked out of the room.  It was that night that she started coming to see me in my dreams.  To hell I go, for sure.

I wish I could tell you I had the moxie and the influence to whip that class into shape, but I did not.  The mad house continued with one less student joining in the fun.  I tried my best to behave, answer her questions, pay attention and feign interest in the topic of the day – but I was just one in a sea of monsters.  I stayed after class and after school a few times to talk with her, ask her how she was doing, and see if I could help in any way.  She was actually starting to get the hang of things and was able to focus on the few classes that were willing to learn.

At the end of the school year, I was one of the few students who had not enrolled in a college for the coming year.  Because I was one of the better students, it caused a little bit of a fuss and a number of teachers talked to me about the huge mistake I was making taking some time off before going to college.  It seems they were all convinced that if I did not start into college in the fall, I was doomed to never go to college.  I challenged them by saying what they were really worried about was their statistics of percentage of students who went on to further their education.

During the last day of classes, the music teacher asked me to stay after class.  It appears, it was her turn to try to talk some sense into me.

“So, I hear you are not going to college,” she said.

“No, I’m going to college … some day, just not this fall.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know yet.  Take some time off.  Work.  Nothing.  I don’t know.  Why is it so important to everyone?  When the time is right, I’ll go to college.”

“They just care about you.”

“Bull loney,” I said, only it was another word.

She smiled at me.  I had been dreaming about her now for six months.  I changed the topic.

“Have you ever kissed a boy?”

She laughed, “You know, I grew up the same as every girl in this high school.  I did have boyfriends.”

“Yeah, but have you ever kissed a boy,” I challenged.

“No.  Not the way you mean.”

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like?”

“No.  Never,” she lied.

“If I told you I will register for college if you kiss me, will you?”

“No.  I believe you when you say you just need some time off.  I think that is a good idea.”

Then she walked up close to me and stopped a heartbeat away.  Suddenly, she reached down between my legs, grabbed the crouch of my pants and said, “Just don’t let this thing get you in trouble.”

She abruptly turned and walked out of the classroom while I tried to catch my breath.

During the graduation ceremony I saw her sitting with the other teachers and shared a private smile with her while walking back to my seat after being handed my diploma.  I would never see her again … outside of my dreams.

I often think about my high school music teacher and my ticket straight to hell.  Unfortunately, I never heeded her advice.  That body part of mine she grabbed ahold of for a fleeting second those many years ago, has gotten me in trouble time and time again.


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Mommy Why

 Molested the first fifteen years of my life. My mother remained silent the whole time. As the molesting continued all those years. Forced to live a pretend life all my childhood. Beaten and punished every other day. For no reason other than being a child. After all this I figured I was a unwanted child. My mother couldn't love me abusing me. She brought me fancy expensive clothes every year. To cover up all her verbal, mental, and physical abuse. She tried to hide me from people, family and friends. So that they wouldn't see the embarrassing scars and bruises. Sometimes so bad I couldn't even go to school the next day. Or I would get into fights or act rude to get a suspension notice. That would have allowed my body to heal. One time I even tried to get ex-spelled. However, it didn't work. I only came home to more beatings. Her boyfriend watched and help hold me down on the floor as she would beat, and beat, and beat. Maybe this gave him a idea that it was ok to abuse me. Being that my mother was already doing it. Yeah! From the outside looking in my childhood was perfect. Every child wanted my seat. Name-brand clothes, shoes, computers, and almost every toy in the Jc Penny catalog. From the inside looking out I was screaming to get out. Scared, alone, abused, and still a child. So there was nothing I could do. I had no brothers or sisters at the time. All my family wouldn't believe me.No! Not him they would say, and did say at age fifteen I started getting older, and more developed. I had to put a stop to this. So after talking to some school friends. I decided to talk to my mother about what was going on.  So later on that night I called my mother in to talk to her. I had told her what had been going on. while she was a work, and out late shopping. She in return asked me  to draw a picture of his *****. As if she didn't believe me on the spot. What! I thought to myself. How could she ask me a thing like that? After one hour she finally called the police. I was brung in also for video questioning. I told them what had been going on  in the house while my mother was away. The police in return asked me "what took so long for me to tell" I replied" I was scared, alone, and threatened. I had no one in the house to protect me. From my mothers abusive ways. I thought people would tease me." The next question was to my mother.  The police asked "How could you live in the same house, and not know that your child was being raped?" My mother sat quietly and had no answer. So she got charged with neglect. My mother's boyfriend got charged with child molestation, and a few other things. I can't remember them all. After all that I was still scared, but finally free. Free to be a kid again.
    Awh, hell the relationship between my mother and I went down the drain. After trial  she hated me even more. Every day she was threatening to kick me out of the house. I was only sixteen so she couldn't just kick me out. Yet! She even got so angry at times. She went as far as not letting me communicate with my newborn brother.  She even told people to keep him away from me. That hurt me so bad everyday. I prayed to God everyday to soften my mother's heart, but it never happened. When I turned eighteen she finally kicked me out the house for real. With no place to go, no money , and no food to eat.  I ended up living with family and friends until she let me back in. I don't know why, but I thought things had changed. About a week after moving she called the police and told them that I was prostituting. Which was a lie. Thank God I didn't spend time in jail. Due to her lies and deceit. I never thought I would have to leave my own mother alone. However, after that incident that was my final decision. Sporadically I call her to hear her voice, and check on my brother. Unfortunately she never answers the phone. Her guilt for abusing me won't let her answer the phone.
    I moved to Albany, NY for a fresh start. A new beginning! There I met  more friends, moved into a brand new apartment, and fell in love. I wasn't expecting to fall in love, but I did. With a adorable, hot, and sexy Italian guy. For the first time my life was great, and I was happy. I even tried some plus size modeling, nursing, and I started self-publishing my writings. I was accomplishing things that my mother never encouraged me to do.
 After about four years I started feeling homesick . So I came back to Virginia. Wow! What destruction was happening. My whole  family fell apart. Nothing or nobody were the same. They all became police property. That was a sign to continue to stay away from them. Continue my happy life. Continue self-publishing my stories. Praying to God everyday. that I remain successful. This is a true story. Unfortunately it happened to me. From a mother who brung me in this world. Only to use and abuse me my whole entire childhood. Then pretend that nothings even going on.


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Poetry of Life

growing up in a female family
and having a severe stutter was tough
but those stories came to me easily
back in high school I never wrote enough

as a veteran I’m writing again
and I’m learning so much more being here
I’m a poet after an injured brain
so many years ago nothing to fear

I even enjoy reading poetry
and Poetry Soup has helped me with that
and I often write a contest entry
I know my poems are never somewhat

what motivates me answer is life does
and poetry does keep me on my toes


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I'm Just Me

I'm a thinker, brain constantly firing,
New ideas, not enough time.

I'm compassionate, lending an ear,
Helping others in their time of need
And reaching for an outstretched hand.

I'm a twin different from she yet the same.
I'm quiet where she chatters on and on.
We'er both very creative with our hands,
Painting strokes into beautiful scenes 
And weaving tales of penned words.

A high school sweetheart, a soulmate of mine,
Married forty six years, it doesn't seem that long.
He's a gem, a caregiver with loving hands.
 
The chapters of my life of who I am
Are still unfolding at each turn.
Life  is for living and having fun
And that's what I plan right to the very end.


Details | Couplet | |

Not Perfect but Acceptable!

My younger years - I don't know how
At six and seven folks had a cow!

The journey through the mind begins
Do not think the devil wins!

In middle school has a crash
Doing some things rather rash!

In high school had good grades
Then they dropped - almost like Hades!

Drove and walked many a mile
Just to see myself and smile!

God rescued me and set me free
From a thing called apathy!

Love God's plan - it makes me smile
To think of things that are worthwile!

I might have had to just stop college
But in experience have great knowledge!

Born to help others - don't you see?
I think it is reality!


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Did I waste my time

At first school was cool
Had to abide by one simple rule
Read and write
And never fight
Recite the alphabet
How easy can it get?
One plus one is two
A E I O U
Two times two is four
D O O R spells door
Maths was about addition and subtraction
Multiplication and division
Studied animals and apes
And all them shapes
Circles and triangles
Squares and rectangles
Pentagons, hexagons
Septagons, octagons
Nonagons and decagons
Then I grew a little and things got tough
The stuff got a bit rough
School became boring
Talk of junior-high bullying
I got scared and
The maths got weird
Areas and volumes
Cones and pyramids
Cords and sectors
Quantities and vectors
Pi r squared?
Half times base times height?
No way I’m getting these right
Positives and negatives
Radius and diameter
Areas, perimeters
Voltmeters and ammeters
More and more shapes
Rhombus, star and trapezium
Physics and chemistry
Lithium and helium
Biology and history
Mussolini, Hitler and Stalin,
And the famous wall of Berlin
I thought I was done
But things got less fun
I started to debit and credit
Economics and statistics
Differentiation and intergration
Poisson and normal distribution
Assignments, projects and dissertations
Now I’ve got the diplomas and degrees
But guess what
I’m just a poet
Now, tell me
Did I waste my time?


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School's In

Having lived in the countryside
I attended a country school
my pre school years were solo
living in farm cottage quiet as a rule

Not many children around the place
mostly played myself on my own
which helped for having stammer
didn't like talking especially the phone

So school was on the horizon
the thought filled me with fear
this tongue of mine won't cope
wish I was still only a year

So the day arrived off I went
school was in and so was I
in primary one all sitting down
but thinking to myself all is nigh

Miss Davidson was a lovely lady
went round the class asking our name
when it came my turn I just froze
after countless attempts name eventually came

Rest of day speech continued to struggle
another ten years of this battle to be fought
not a pleasant thought to consider
but well  nothing else for it this is my lot


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Dig

Broken,beaten,blind and lost
All but a spark of hope left to keep warm
But dig and claw on bruised muscles, on broken limbs
Until the light day fills your sight
Left blinded no more
Dig
Until the soft fresh air blows the spark to a flame and ignites your will
Dig
Until the ground beneath is solid enough to stand
Walk,until the pain is mastered and stumbling ceases.
And you can say:
This will not be my grave.


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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 | Nonet | |

Why Did I Keep It A Secret?

When I was five, I should have told my 
mom that one of my friends called her 
ugly. Maybe I would have 
stopped being overly 
sensitive at school 
if guys didn't 
look at me 
or like 
me. 

I never realized how much her
words hurt me when she first said them.
Remembering how I used
to treat her when we played
at school and made sure
others knew why
truly makes
it quite 
clear.

As we got older, I don't think she
even remembered saying it.
I included my closest
friends in a fight she was
oblivious of.
Telling her it 
hurt would have 
been the
best.


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Birthday Tears

A birthday cake sits before me, laughing at me. The candles whisper mean things, they know my thoughts. The ocean of red frosting simmering in the lights above, the little black flowers that everyone has dibs on. So elegantly outlined in more black lace, this cake is not for a funeral, no of course not. It's for me and the year that passed, for the one coming my way at full speed, the year of tears and stress. The year of chores and closed doors. Birthdays were never my strong point, they always make me sweep. Makes me want to just draw the curtains and sleep the day away, but no that would be letting me off the hook. Much too easy, everyone must talk big and do nothing. The sickening smell of plastic and mold radiate from the cake, must of been on clearance from the bakery down the street. They show up at my door bearing a balloon and small bag and this atrocious cake. Mother always said it's not how good the gft is it's the fact they got one. I must smile and hold it all in till they leave but in the meantime blow out these taunting candles and force down the oily sponge. Open the gift, a bag inside a bag, a old plaid, partly fake shiny leather purse that only a five year old diva would love. The leathery fur lining the mouth of this little monster is coming off with every touch, wonder where they got this thing, but you must be nice and give them the meanness only middle school girls can pull of, the meanness with a smile and a dis but thanks all in one. I rather think of anything right now, terrible “gifts” or the fact they showed up without even picking up a phone, anything than standing here with this thing burning on my kitchen counter waiting for the howled song to be over to blow this thing out and get alone again. Go back upstairs to my little nirvana and sleep the rest of this nightmare away. All their four faces glare at me, they know exactly what I’m thinking. One stands with my balloon in her giant hands and bounces it off my head, how I wish I could take the string and strangle her with it but I do a half assed giggle and ignore it, she keeps doing it, finally her mother has the brainpower to yell at her to stop. Even she knows I will attack, don't you think I’m on edge enough as is? I feel like the candle, starting to sweat like hot wax, hands grip the knife mom handed me and can't wait to cut this thing. Big breath, be sure to get them all in one try, pretend to knock ‘em all dead.


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I will always have faith in you

 Light my world with fantisies
For there shall be a day in a life 
Where the stars smile so bright 
cause I see your smile 
and I know my day will be all right 

cause your right there next to me 
as I go on my first day of school 
it may not be as easy as I thought it would be but 
I know your right there next to me 
And I smile at the thought of you smiling as I sing this song to you
I've always knew just what to do 

Someday I will be a superstar 
I will give us the life we never had
we will be a happy little family
no matter what I do I will always try 
cause I am not giving up on the lady who gave me life 

Cause your right there next to  me 
As  as I go off to high school 
 It may of got a little better since you been away 
I smile at thought of you looking down at me and saying "im proud of you, im proud of who you became, my sweet little angel 
is growing up" 

I am not letting go of what I used to have 
I am just being happier cuz I know its what you would want for me 

So look back at all we have been threw 
Its your time to shine and give that girl what she derves 
I have grown but she is still so young 
I will be there soon enough 
I only got a few years to go 

So while I am away
Make sure her happiness is still with you 
She  will love you forever just like I do
Cause I see your smile a thousand miles away 
I know we will meet again 
So for now I will remember 
that smile on tuesday night 
tucking me in and telling me "goodnight" 

cause your right there next to me 
as I am coming home
I have my own little family now 
We are coming to visit and say hello to you my dear 
I see that smile as I am driving home 
its been a long time since ive seen your beautiful smile

So dont forget that I love you 
I have always been here to help you understand how a kids heart 
can change so fast whens they have been threw a lot 
Someday they will tell you thank you 
I have a learned alot from you 
I dont know what or who I would be 

So I want you to understand that you dont have to be here for me 
I trust in you 
Like you can never see 
I can hear you saying "I love you" 
I have always had faith in you 
I hope you know you will always be in my heart


Details | Free verse | |

Daybreak

I wake on the sand
Right near the beach
You have yet to awake
Far out of reach
And Daybreak has arrived
A beauty unlike any other
Comparable only to us, girl
And how we love each other

So I gaze up alone
Marveling up at the sky
The warmth of the sun
Drying my eyes
I'm reflecting on us
Oh how each other we trust
I'm just so happy we're together
And I think to myself,
Just as this sun, we'll last forever

Then returning to be with you
I lay again now
Place my hand gently
On your warm tender shoulder
While I think of our lives today, love
And how they'll be when we're older...
I know there'd be no other way
So "I Love You" I make sure I say
To you, each and everyday


Details | Rhyme | |

The Most Cruel Disease

The Most Cruel Disease

By Elton Camp

Len Mosley was quite a man in his day
Little bad about him could anyone say

The life he lived was anyone’s dream
He had everything in life, it did seem

Happy and alert when he was a child,
Len was cheerful and always smiled

He became a teen, handsome & strong
Little in his life turned out to be wrong

And his intelligence was exceptional too
With his IQ, there was little he couldn’t do

After college, Len returned and took a wife
The two came to have a happy family life

With four children the couple were blessed
And in his chosen career Len progressed

The high school principal he finally became
By work and integrity, he added to his name

When he grew older, a change all could see
He was no longer the man that he used to be

Len became confused as to what he should do
As time passed, even more severe it grew

The doctor’s sad diagnosis finally came in
“I’m sorry, but it is Alzheimer’s my friend.”

Len struggled against it as hard as he could
That it was hopeless, his family understood

Finally, his children he couldn’t even recognize
For all of the brightness and light left his eyes

His family took care of Len in his own home,
But he began to leave and alone he’d roam

He was unaware that danger had come near
When over a hill, a Mack truck did appear

Both horn and brakes the truck driver tried
But it was to no avail and that day Len died

Alzheimer’s disease had destroyed his mind
To Len, that fate was the one most unkind


Details | Couplet | |

Beachside Food and Drink Slinks

A is for algae, red, green, blue cells, soaking up sun, sliming teeth 
B is for bacterial mat, clumping underneath, earliest born, never asleep

C is for coral reef, the place we all find cover or the sand parrotfish chew and release
D is for diatom, all seeded calcium, all float free, all denizens barely seen

E is for eelgrass, nursery meadows of the anchovy, and other browsers of green 
F is for fan worm, filter feeder like a flower, 8000 species on which fish feed

G is for giant kelp, floating on bladders of air they’re forests of cold waters clean
H is for helmet, the royalty of snails who protect our feet, queen, emperor, king

I is for isopod, the chameleon crustacean, they color match what they eat
J is for jellyball, or cannonball jellyfish, not upside down or moon, avoid their heat

K is for keyhole limpet, favorite food of ochre stars, will erect its own wall
L is for laver, the sea lettuce of nori, it swirls red skirt as ocean falls

M is for mermaid’s purse, the sack of the skate whose yolk keeps them alive
N is for nerite, the prisoner striped snail of the rocky zone as numerous as a hive

O is for oyster drills, the snails that slurp oysters and use them to lay eggs
P is for pleurobranch, a sea slug answer for oranges, with one active leg

Q is for quahog, the bivalve seaman who can survive eating the mud
R is for rove beetle, the one waiting to snatch the unwary beach hopper for good

S is for saxitoxin, those red tides produced by mating that can paralyze humans
T is for tubular sponge, they squish, bore and encrust as space lends

U is for urchin, those spiny skinned balls, no eyes or noses but dig food in sand 
V is for Venus, Music Volutes dined or Vampire Squids skimming along land

W is for whelk, not the musically inclined, but the slow moving snail in a shell
X is for X and a half, the six rayed star, hungry for anything on the half shell

Y is for yucca, blooming on the beach, they bloom nice and tolerate the sand
Z is for Zostera marinara, the address of eel grass when they're feeling grand

All of this green life is what crunches, stinks, dries and slips underfoot
The rest that find the housing and dining compatible means someone’s on the look.


Details | Senryu | |

School Days

Alarm screams TOO LOUD
Just five more minutes, I beg
But life is ruthless.
Sitting through classes
That drag on for far too long
Barely time to eat.
trudging through schoolwork
Until wee hours of night
Crashing until light.


Details | Free verse | |

Last Bell.....

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

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


Details | Quatrain | |

HONESTY



Honesty is the best policy That's a lesson I was taught at school But today in a world of trickery Is that merely advice for a fool? One time a person's word was his bond A handshake was used to seal a deal Today, no oath can be relied on For some are always trying to steal I shall be honest in my action For to myself I have to be true In each and every situation No matter what others say or do Peace of mind is most important to me That's why I shall always strive to be free To act in all truth and sincerity For honesty is the best policy
I tried to write this poem in the style of some poems I learned and loved as a child. I have a special fondness for balanced rhyming poems. I think they are easier for children to learn. I believe it is important for children to learn the importance of honesty and I dedicate this poem to them.


Details | Rhyme | |

Jennifer Part 3

She has so much pain inside of her,
she doesn't know how to address it.
So she turns the pain into anger,
after she explodes, she becomes quiet.

She goes up to her room, upset.
Why does the world hate her so?
She thinks to herself, “That’s it!”
But in reality, it isn't though.

She lies on her bed,
Pulls out her book and reads.
As she turns the pages, she loses her head,
In her mind, she thinks “This is what I need.”

A place to escape the world,
Somewhere she can run.
For it seems everyone hates this girl,
And nothing she does is fun.

She plays her cello 
And loses herself in the music
She does this when she feels low
Then she plays the song of her pick

She listens to the beat she makes,
Trying to make it sound perfect,
But oh, she keeps making mistakes,
She thinks that she will never get it.

She leaves the cello alone
And watches her shows
She then grabs her phone
And tells her best friend the show as it goes.

She leaves the TV on, 
Then she enters her laptop.
She stays on till dawn,
She just can’t seem to stop.

She loves the idea of leaving the real world
And entering an imaginary one.
That’s the story of the girl,
Who is never done.


Details | Free verse | |

filling in the blanks

I am wondering if this is one of those moments
the kind that fit into that loop of tape
playing over and over in my brain
those fleeting moments when you you did not think you needed to pay attention
but realize later it was a pivital moment in youe timeline... lifeline

I remember staring out the window at the grass that had not turned brown over 
the winter, seeing it peek through the snow on the graves on the hill

the brilliance of your red dress that summer as it spilled off the picnic blanket  
and touched the grass

hiding behind the brick wall of my middle school on my bicycle, just to catch a 
glance of you for the last time,as and i would be going on to high school 

they are turned down corners in a mental scrapbook i carry... flashes that come 
around without warning when i close my eyes in the sun 

We used to joke about the soundtrack of our lives.. as if someday someone 
would make a movie of or lives

and i would hear "comfortably numb" in the background


Details | Free verse | |

CHOICE OF LIFE

written 29th June 2013



Recalling that day at school, the teacher set that task..
 what do you want to be? she asked the class..

My answer was simple, so I had thought...
 to be a mum, I'd have six kids and live on a farm

If you would believe, that's exactly what I received
 but it was not made to come with ease

For the fathers I had sadly chose, became prideful and greedy!
 never til now did it cross my mind, my babies would someday not need me 

Leaving me again to think, what do I really want to be
 as faith would have it, as it had been planned so I'd see

For the FIRST! time, direction would finally enter into my life
 poetry writer; was soon to amount of me, after I'd become a wife

Now poems are continuously raging within my head, all wanting to be read
 as I failed English on an epic scale, to believe this dream inside of my head

At 38 years old, I see my life heading back to school
 maybe this time round, I won't play the class fool!


Details | Rhyme | |

Ana

She writes her songs and her poems,
not one person know 'em.
She listens to the sound of her music,
she's stuck to it like a tick.

If someone took the time to listen,
her true colors would glisten.
She's put on a mask,
and hid everything when someone asked.

She was the type of girl who would always laugh,
making you wish it would last.
She was the type of girl who would smile the day away,
too bad it is no longer that way.

She is now the girl who is depressed,
I bet you're impressed.
Since no one could tell
that she was going through hell.

Everyone thought she was happy, 
when really, she felt crappy.
Everyone thought she was having the time of her life,
who would have guess her best friend was a knife?

She spent her days alone,
she seemed to do everything on her own.
Never once wanted help.
Thought she could do everything herself.

Then the day came,
when she lost the game.
She fell apart,
and everyone saw her broken heart.

They saw the way she overreacted.
Oh, if only you saw the way she acted.
She bruised herself, scratched herself, and made herself bleed,
no one knew what it was that she needed.

They saw her tears,
and that was what she feared.
They found out she wasn't okay,
oh, she hated that day.

Everyone found out about her secret,
and she wish they'd just forget,
but she knew they couldn't,
and that they wouldn't.

She left that town and started over,
no one knew she went undercover.
She said she got better,
when really... something else occurred. 

She secretly hurt herself,
and walked away from help.
Everyone thought she recovered,
when really, she was undercover.

She secretly wanted to get worse,
no one knew of course.
No one cared to ask,
if she was wearing her mask.

Now it's too late,
she locked the gate.
Killed herself,
everyone had forgotten she needed help.

Goodbye cold world,
this was a story of a girl
who once loved everyone
then feared who it was who won.


Details | Free verse | |

Wild, Wild West

Magazine ads and newspaper obituaries
skitter across the streets
like tumbleweed in the desert.
Rims the size of carriage wheels roll by.
Everyone's holsters are filled,
even the children carry pistols.
The schools are ghost towns
but the saloons stay occupied.
This is the Wild, Wild West.


Details | Sestina | |

Em Bracing the Joy

All those High School years, she stared at smiles
and would envy those, lined up in rows
shoulder to shoulder, enjoying the carefree days.
They with porcelain jewels, of sparkling white
she would have given her life to have such shine,
but was much too shy, to seek their eyes

At fifteen years old...she averted her eyes
while beneath her nose, no winning smile
would grace her face.  So, to avoid disgrace, she declined to shine
or laugh with the kids in the algebra rows.
How often she'd long to star in the play and dazzle her whites
"Be patient," they'd tell her...."You'll be a beauty, one day"

And while she waited impatiently for that far away day
keeping chin down, this ugly duckling, with lowered eyes
It may seem extreme, but a few kids, with straight and white,
called her "Metal Mouth", which dampened her spirit and also her smile.
Barely could she eat the mushy fruits, passing the rows
of cripsy foods, ate mostly mashed and white, pining for a crisp apple to shine

She talked with a lisp, while awkward wires shined
and wore horrid bands.  Then on those "Ortho" days
after school, while in uncomfortable chairs lined up in rows,
he'd greet, "How are you, Missy?" ..with his bespectacled eyes.
"Open wide"....(and with pliers that looked like her Dad's, but could fix a smile)
as, with all of his might, he adjusted and tightened....correcting her whites

Branded with bands across the whites
Correcting the gaps, the lapse, the crooked shine
A few like her with awkward smiles
Would count the hours and count the days
Longed for smiles to please the eye
And be so blessed with perfect rows

Finally one day, while sitting in rows
Snip-snip!, at last, he cried..."Let's free these whites"!!
With excitement, the life came back to her eyes
"I'll grant your wish, with a brand new shine!"
She was the happiest girl on the planet today
and she left his office with a brand new smile!

While sitting in school rows, she beams her white teeth, merrily joining the fun
Her eyes always shine now, she stands tall and proud, singing out loud in the sun
And during each school day, she smiles all the time, finally her life has begun!

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For Debbie's Joy contest (Sestina)


Details | Ballad | |

The toy collector

Toy collector:

He holds the bear gently in his old wrinkled hands as he gazes into its kind beaded eyes. The toy collector sees love lined in its double stitches and his childhood in the busted toys smile.

There stitched in black thread he can hear the sound of a child laughter, happiness, and growth reviving his memory of youth, like a jolt of life to an empty vein.

The years have passed freely, almost fleeting by. He had no more time to play in grassy school yards or hide from girls wearing satin dress, he had to grow up. The boy eventually turned into a man and was forced to pack away his toys regrettably into a wooden box.

There they sat in the attic awaiting the return of their beloved friend while he aged slowly into an adult.

High school came and went, college, even marriage but unfortunately he was never blessed with his own child. No one to share in the lined pleats of his own childhood. All of this he now recognizes in the bears sandy eyes.

The toy collector hands his most prized procession to his wife, a dazed look covering his forlorn face. 

She takes his withered hand and speaks gently in his ear.
“All the memories in the world could never replace the love between a man and his bear.”

“Yes, but even the toy collector eventually grows to old and must let go.”
He replies in woe.

His thin lips force a smile as he repacks the boxes that escaped him long ago and in the early morn of the next day he patently sits alone outside for a bus to come.

The driver honks her horn and greats him with a warming smile.
“Are all of these toys for our orphanage?”

The toy collector regrettably nods.
“Things have been pretty rough but this will surly lift there sprits up.”
She confesses as she gently grabs a random box.

As she stacks them one by on into the now cluttered van his bear falls onto the pavement below.

Unable to pick it up he wrinkles his brow with great sadness.
Suddenly the passenger door opens revealing the face of a young girl and as she draws near she extends her hand and clutches the bear.

“Did you find a friend little Lou?”

His heart melts as she kisses the teddy gently then smiles.
“thank you.”
The child coos softly.

The toy collector lives in the toys he collects, but the man lives forever in the bear the child now possesses.






























Details | Free verse | |

'Where it all begun'



We reminisced about years long gone tonight and one thing became crystal clear, that even with the hardships and all the madness we became adults that can keep our heads high - We didn't have the best of everything tough times and mistakes made didn't keep us down it never determined who we'd be All the high school drama of stay a ways and walk outs could have made us falter the guys and their strawberry house the girls and their adult movies We can laugh about the madness now they are all fond memories all part of what makes us the adults we are today I salute you guys for never giving up for being the best you can be because you came from humbled beginnings and you never forgot where everything started... Hence your appreciation for the blessings today! *Inspired by a get together with some of my high school friends*
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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 | 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 | 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 | Free verse | |

Extra Credit

Numbers and letters on Excel
Determine how I excel
Teacher plays wizard
Competition rises
Prize of apples, robes, cars
Blood thirsty blood hounds
On a chase
Or a race
Bye, childhood
Friendliness no longer exists
I’m a monster
New goals
Apples, robes, cars
Sweat, blood, tears
What is chivalry?
Camaraderie?
It’s a hunt
For apples, robes, cars
Must survive


Details | Rhyme | |

Living debate

Today I thought of all my stress
Causing me such an unrest
So much to think that I had thought
Would it be better to live or not?

Get this straight: I'm no cutter
No pill taker; def. not a jumper
I'm not killing myself- get that straight
Just explaining today's living debate

I hate the fact I suck at school
No discipline in me for easy rules
'Do the work, earn good grades'
I failed to do so; a whole year fades

My freshman year; man I $*#%ed up
Too much partying, boys and stuff
Taken for granted just how hard
Barely passing for my report card

I ruled today I just must live
My life, to the fullest, and to give
Back to all who help me to stay
Family, friends, defining me to claim nay.

Nay, I will never end early my years
Selfish would it be; no other word more clear
For people who care and have to deal
If I were gone; their lifelong empty feel

Not being conceded; I'm not all that
I just couldn't ever leave someone like that
Abandonment, giving up, not me
I'll fight this challenge to get off AP*

Staying in school's now my number one
Everything comes second; last listed is 'Fun'
Focus on completing the work I need
Will help me cope with getting degree'd

From this message, please take away
The thought to never check out early your stay
Here on this earth, even when you're down
Think of your loved ones who'll always want you around.


*AP: Academic Probation- possibility of removal of university for poor grades


Details | Free verse | |

Roll Call

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION








Details | Free verse | |

1960

It was the start of a decade not to be forgotten.

It was my growing up period.  A very bad year for me

in many ways.  My last year of Jr. High I was kicked out

for smoking in boy's restroom.  Then a few months later

I was kicked out again in my first of high school,

smoking on school property as the Vice-Principal was

waiting for me out side of door way, as I lit up, there he

was.  My dog shep died just before school started.

After those things it was a great year.  Some great

TV shows were on that year, the debut of the Andy

Griffith show with good old Barney Fife as his deputy.

Then there was the Jack Benny Show, My Three Sons,

and Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp and many more.

The Pittsburt Pirates defeated the New York Yankees in

Seven games in a huge upset.  The Eagles upset the

Green Bay Packers in the NFL Title Game, this was way

before the Super Bowl.  Movies coming our way were

Psycho a very scary movie.  David Jansen made a movie called

"Ring of Fire", where he played a Deputy Marshall overpowered by

these two escaped convicts and this girl, they took him hostage,

up into the Oregon Forest, this fire breaks out creating a lot of drama.

John F. Kennedy was elected our President, I was too young to vote for

him, but if elected again I was going to vote for him.  This was before i 

became a Republican, but then came November 22, 1963 changed all of that.

My friend Danny and I started our 3rd year working at the Iowa State Fair

as ticket takers on the midway.  That fall him and I  went to our

first sock hop at our new school East High, we didn't dance with anyone,

we went to look at the pretty girls, us being too shy to talk with them.

Our football team had a great season with a 6-2 record.  They won the big

six conference and the City Championship.  I really miss going to those

high school football games.

Music was starting to go downhill for me, until Chubby Checker came

out with the song "The Twist" then later came the Beach Boys and Dion

was great.  Was so young in 1960 i had my whole life in front of me,

now most of it is behind me.  But those were great times.

Written 8-18-11


Details | Ballad | |

Heraldry And Tribute

I'm just a sputtering old fool,
Muttering old school rules,
When times made more sense,
And neighbors were your friends.

Now trapped by utter frailty,
And fear of today's reality,
My moistened eyes fasten,
Upon the new age reaction.

No longer do we aspire,
No longer do we inspire,
Religious or national pride,
For now we must take it all in stride.

That which can utterly,
Steal pride in God and country...
Oh I'm a sputtering old fool,
Just muttering old school rules.

You open doors and say Mamm',
You do everything you can,
You give to the poor and especially,
Love your neighbors, friends and family.

For it is in giving all that you have,
Caring, sharing and loving all you can,
Which tells the greatest story about you,
And lives on in heraldry and tribute.


Details | Light Poetry | |

A night to forget

She thought that he’s charming
Her friends says he is so cute
But little did they know
It’s the furthest from the truth

Her mom buys her a new dress
Because he ask her to the prom
But during the fun and laughter
He spikes her punch with rum

She wakes up in his BMW
He,s smiling with a cigarette
A morning she will remember
A night to forget

She can’t stop crying
She lies on her bed
Feeling hurt and disgusted
Suicide thoughts comes to her head

Her mom notice the changes
But she don’t know what is wrong
She use to sing in the church choir
The preacher says she stops coming around

She hugs her mother last night
Then walks out the door alone
And its now early morning
She didn’t come back home

She jumps over the bridge
They pull her body soaking wet
She couldn’t live with the memory
Of the night she can’t forget

It’s sad that her young life was ruin
By the evil that lays hidden behind a smile
Her mother life is shattered
Never knowing what happen to her child

This is happening to innocent girls
All over the world
Taking away their dignity and pride
Sucking the life out of their very soul

Another girl sits under a tree
Reading a book of poem by kaz ishmael
He said “excuse me just got to say
That you have a beautiful smile

She brushes her long hair
Think her jeans didn’t fit to right
His BMW is waiting out side
They are going to movies tonight


Details | Free verse | |

Skin Deep

If I could dream
for anything
I would dream of Peace, Love
and Unity
for all Bloods & Crips
all gangs, are in need of a change
for you represent such ignorance
and scrutiny 
Difference in colors worn
Sides in which you were born
are truly all that divides
when the two opposing sides
collide
and it makes no sense
for we all Bleed
Blue turned Red
Blood Inside
And a future generation
is hard to provide
when death, is like your shadow
creepin' up by your side
and drive-by shootings happen
each late night, outside
where running seems the only option
to know
for no places to hide
no defense for your demise
for a difference in colors worn
and what side in which you were born
is truly all that divides
when these two sides collide
and it makes no sense to me
for we all Bleed
Blue turned Red
Blood Inside


Details | Rhyme | |

THE BAMBOO PYRAMID

That treasury of memories most precious,
With these few words I seek to praise.
It is our school yearbooks of the past,
The repository of events from happier days.

I thank GOD for time to compose this tale
And for youth of spirit to view these scenes.
Cause this adventure began so long ago,
When we started the trek as kings and queens.

The voyage took me far beyond this shore,
Where clocks no longer tick and time marches not,
And the almond-eyed girl strums her instrument
Until sweet dreams overtake me asleep on my cot.

I follow her as my vision assumes a landscape,
Across green pastures and meandering streams.
‘Til a pyramid of bamboo comes into view,
A quite curious structure of bamboo beams.
There at the entrance I climb the marble steps,
And carry this precious book into the darkness.
Being guided by the inner aura of mystique,
I gave the volume rest in the drawer of a chest.

As I bowed to request GOD’s grace and blessing,
The fire in my soul yearned for a divine quencher.
The whole world seemed beautiful as I left,
Knowing that tomorrow starts a new adventure.


Details | Blank verse | |

Daffodils and Aquamarine Gems


DAFFODILS AND AQUAMARINE GEMS

Daffodils blooming in wild profusion
Warm, lazy, balmy days
The sparkle of my high school class ring
With its stone of aquamarine

My birthday on St. Patrick's Day
Being born in Dublin (Georgia)
All taking place in the month of March
It doesn't get any better than this

Unless you – because of your stone
Or perhaps your flower
Each denoting the month of your birth
Cause you to feel as I do about my own

Thankful for life, health, family
Grateful to the God who made it all possible
Gem stones and special flowers mark our birth
And the God of the universe orchestrated it all


	Curtis Moorman
	15 January 2012 


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 | Lyric | |

The confusing world of Poetry

The confusing world of poetry

Clerihews, and couplets
Acrostics, and Haikus
Me head is spinning round and round
Oh Lord I’m so confused
I’d like to read about the stuff
But I really ain’t got time
I’m too busy trying to write
In rhythm and in rhyme

I never was so very clever
I flunked in all at school
I guess me dad, he got it right
He called me village fool
He tried to make me turn out clever
But he didn’t have a chance
Cause I’m a dreamer through and through
You can see that at first glance.

So I don’t know about complex things
I’m just a simple man
But me, I’ve wrote eight thousand songs
And I’ve done it cause I can
The words roll out like a waterfall
And they come just like they are
And I talk about love, and I talk about life
And the flowers and the stars.

25 July 2013 @ 0925hrs.


Details | I do not know? | |

Skin I'm In Part Two

 Only little black girl at  school and her white friends admired her ‘tan’ 
–“I'm brown all over” she told them, proudly motioning to all her body.  
But skin color can be an issue
 I remember the back of the bus-
although we rarely rode it because of that.  
I remember for colored only water fountains 
segregated schools and lunch counters for whites only.  
I remember the caste system at my high school- black step back, brown stick 
around, white you all right. 
I think Langston Hughes captured the cadence of it.  
Bright skin girls were queens and princesses, beautiful and fair.  
Black girls were well, BLACK and that was supposed to be a negative.  
And then a funny thing happened on the way through the sixties-
BLACK was beautiful and the skin color dynamics began to change.  
It came out of the closet and was addressed by white, black, brown, red and 
yellow people.  
Now skin color is celebrated in all shades and hues although 
I still hear teenagers at my high school (I'm a teacher now) say things like, 
"I'm not sitting out here in no sun, I don't want to get any blacker than I am."  
And of course prejudice has not disappeared it has mutated and we do have 
stronger defenses against it in some cases.  
Interestingly even skin color defines some of my "brown" students.  
They react to the "darkness" of each other and their parents, relatives and 
friends.  
"My mom is real dark, Miss, she don't look nothing like me."  
"Miss, do you think I look like a Mexican?  I don't look nothing like a Mexican."  
"I'm a Latina." 
"There's no such thing as a Chicano, it's something people made up, either 
you're a Mexican or you're not."  
"What does that mean-Hispanic?"  
"I'm Cuban, Puerto Rican, and El Salvadorian, from Belize; Honduran (We got 
black Hondurans, Miss)” That’s the color of skin thing.


Details | Sonnet | |

Some Advice in This Sonnet

Some Advice in This Sonnet

A few words of advice in this sonnet:
Don’t hurt, if you too don’t like to be hurt.
When bad deeds return, you might regret it.
So watch your deeds, and take care of your words.

Always know that from above you’re being watched.
On your right and left are angels writing –
Collect whatever good deeds you may lack,
To please God and meet Him while He’s smiling.

Avoid supplications prayed against you,
Especially those of righteous Muslims.
Beware of everything you see and do –
Know that on Judgment Day, you’ll be questioned.

Obey Allah’s Rules, and good you shall get.
If you displease Allah, yours is regret.

Miriam / Mariam Mababaya


Details | Rhyme | |

My Disability

I was born with dyslexia,
And also A.D.D.
I’m not sure that you understand
What this demands of me.

You have formed your low opinion,
And judged me in your way.
Because I do not read your work,
You’ve nothing good to say.

The books I read are all on tape,
My bible’s on CD.
I rarely read the written word,
It’s difficult for me.

The words get jumbled in my mind,
So I must read again.
Sometimes I’ll read things many times,
Before I take it in.

You think I’m some pretentious jerk,
Who gets but doesn’t give.
You don’t see the adversity
With which I have to live.

I failed to graduate from school,
With all my high school chums.
My teachers never understood,
 They just thought I was dumb.

I didn’t understand the books,
Or homework they assigned.
So long before you ever judged,
My nature was defined.

This is the monkey on my back,
The cross I have to bear,
You think you have me figured out?
That’s just the devil’s snare!

You do not know the path I walk,
You don’t know ME at all!
Did God not warn that judgment’s price
Would cause your soul to fall?

Or do you think that you can sin
Because your heart believes?
That once you’re saved, you’re always saved,
For that belief deceives.

The woman that Lord Jesus found,
At adultery’s door,
Was told, as He forgave her sins,
To go and sin NO MORE.

He didn’t say, Now that you’re saved,
Salvation is assured.
For if you know what NOT to do,
You disregard His word!

If you think I’m the evil one,
Because I do not read,
Then you have been corrupted by
The devil’s prideful seed.

Your time is nearly up my friend,
The sickle will soon fall.
And it will not skip over those
Who THINK their sins are small.

I am a man afflicted by
A disability.
To think of me as something else,
Is YOUR iniquity.


Details | Verse | |

I Did It My Way

I often do things my way
some times getting into trouble
especially when I was younger
the rules were there for breaking

A real scourge when at school
my teachers often despaired
boarding school was not fun
except for secret midnight rides

Even now I still go my way
although staying with in the law
my dad says I have my own way
of doing things, he is quite right

I just refuse to be a sheep
blindly following the others
if it does not make sense
then I always go my own way 

footnote
I used to sneak out on moonlit nights catch up a horse and ride it through the fields
with just a halter or bridle great fun


Details | Quatrain | |

Crimson Slippers

Opening the doors to the old studio I find A playful capriole sprinted across my mind Into a sashay and a glissade I drifted back I could hear the teachers stick go tap.tap.tap Once a prestigious ballet school of great poise Filled with music as our slippers sounded with noise The mirrors are cracked and the floors dusty Rain soaked wood left the room smelling musty The charm stayed behind as if waiting for me Spotlighting a ballerina to The goddess of the sea The young girl danced flawlessly then took a bow Then sashayed off the stage without a moistened brow An old battered piano appeared across from me Bearing red ballet shoes like a crimson canopy Charm embraced her while honoring her memory As I looked into the mirror I saw that girl was me Carole Cookie Arnold 2010


Details | I do not know? | |

What I really do at homeschool

Good morning! The sun is out!
The birds are chirping!
Oh wait! I’m in the middle of Wyoming.
It’s 10 am. The sky is gray.
There’s snow everywhere!
I shower and I eat.
Now I will go back to bed.
It’s 12 pm. Time for school.
Oh wait! The tv is crying out to me.
School can wait.

One hour later, I guess it’s time to begin.
I’m a week behind?
I have to write an essay?
Shoot me now! This should be against the law.
Oh there’s my puppy! This is dumb, and school can wait.
I guess I will start again tomorrow.

Am I lazy? Maybe a little.
Do I need to get a life? Absolutely.
Do I procrastinate? All the time.
I'm enjoying life, and I'm having fun.
I'll do something productive.
Tomorrow.....


Details | Free verse | |

The Great Blasket Islands

Visits long ago 
to the Blaskets Islands,
to untouched areas 
on the Dingle peninsula
came to mind 
on this sleet winter’s eve.

The peninsula,
nestled in heather mountains.
The coastline,
tongues of lonely white sand.
waved rocks,
drenched in blue mussels
tide pools, 
alive with shrimps and periwinkles
A sea-salted life
unspoiled and free.

Only marine life remains,
but I still hear the music
our native language,
the voices of Seanchaí
the ballads, sean?s, 
Peig Sayers
who shaped our school years,
her renditions of island life
her mad pise?gs,
handed down 
from generation to generation.

Stories of
Islanders huddled together
under thatch,
open turf fires
cooking pot on a hook,
the sweet air wafting
of clay pipe tobacco
a pinch of snuff
sniffed from a silver box,
nursing a glass 
of neat Poitín, uisce beatha,
the strong smell of tweeds
and geansaí báinín.

I think of times lost,
changed forever.
Cottage ruins,
where goats roam free,
An Blascaod Mór
my history, my heritage.

Gaelic words in this poem


* Seanchaí – storytellers
Sean?s – singing without music
Peig Sayers and her mad pise?gs – A Gaelic writer who we studied in school and her mad superstitions.
Poitín, uisce beatha – very strong alcohol made from potatoes, called the water of life.
geansaí báinín – strong sheep wool sweaters usually in a cream colour with complex patterns.





Details | Free verse | |

Homework... What homework?!?

The clock strikes nine. Ink fills the night sky, until the silvery orb in the heavens is the only source of light. 
The clock strikes twelve. Tiny pinpricks of light dot the raven-dark heavens. They shine brightly; as if each was 
trying to outdo the last. I sit. And stare. And wonder. The clock strikes three. I shift and pick up my 
homework. The assignment is a three page essay, due today. Should I do it? Nah... I toss it aside and resume 
my staring of the sky.


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 | Rhyme | |

Not Sofa King Cool


          A
College Dorm sleeps
Four per room
Keg party 
Loud
Too much Boom

           A
Drunk freshman sleeps
Where he falls
Coeds toss him on 
The sofa 
Instead of snooze in
the halls

            A 
Sorority girl 
Named him  
“Sofa King Tool”
Now he feels like a Fool
Not Sofa King Cool


Details | Couplet | |

A Tribute to Jack Russel

He was graced with long life as the work he required,
A present flame, aft he retired,
He deepened the souls that sat before him,
And made them express with written decorum.
He read their assignments with special attention
That challenged and called forth youth's finest rendition. 
He opened the door to a life well read,
His students entangled in Baalat's web.

Gazing back through the specularium of time 
One saw an intellect so immensely fine
That it slightly abashed those of higher grade,
His light joining their lights where others fade.
Moving on one lingered a bit in the past,
Still meeting challenges from his intellect, so vast.
That it scarce was contained 
In the role for him framed. 

His soul now borne upon the Stygian Lake
Leaves proper grammar trailing in its wake;
This gentle muse vanished in the night,
The curtains closed, doused the light.  
No need for stately obelisk oe'r his bier
To greet mournful pilgrims once a year;
For though he'll be long gone, 
The phallic symbol, he loved so, lives on.


Details | Epic | |

I Wish I Was Never Single

I don't want to spend the rest of my life without a soul mate. I don't want to be single
for the rest of my so-called "miserable life." There's no way that this special someone
could've been taken away by one of the random guys. When I look at every couple I see, it
makes me wish that I had a real girlfriend and a brand new social status. Being single is
like being held back a year in middle school or worse. Being single also stinks. Is there
something I should do to not just end my single life, but ease my pain, as well? I can't
stand being lonely, I can't stand being a dateless loser, and I can't bear to watch these
couples rubbing their love right in my face. It makes me sad and sick just to see it. so
if I don't save myself from a lot of misery and end my life as a single human being, I'm
going to lose it. I love my life, but my loneliness and my pain have got to stop.


Details | I do not know? | |

I am...

I am a poet writing of my pain
I am a person living a life of shame
I am your daughter, hiding my depression
I am your sister, striving to make a great impression
I am your friend acting like I'm fine
I am a dreamer, wishing this life, wasn't mine
I am a girl who struggles with suicide
I am a teenager, pushing her tears aside







Side note: (Writing for other ladies out there, not so much myself, so don't worry about me)


Details | Monorhyme | |

Wish I were a boy

When I would walk down a street,
and with head high, love being a deadbeat.
when I would look at a sensible chick,
and then moments of her with me would flick.
I would just make my way to her;
and lead her to my drive like her personal chauffeur.

When the boys would try to mess with me,
and to what I do or believe they disagree.
I would not hesitate to pass my strong fist,
And let them know that another bully cannot co-exist.

When I would feel low and while all alone,
And deep in my tiny heart I would feel thrown.
I would just go to the nearby store,
Buy me some cigarettes or walk to a h're.

When my girlfriend says, "I cant continue with you";
fearlessly claim that the love was just hitherto.
I would not hesitate to turn my back to her
And diminish the pain in my heart, just like a blur.

I would walk again, as easy as a toy...
And start with the next, thats the advantage of being a boy...


Details | Monoku | |

Heartbeat Is A Love Beat { Broken Monku }

<                 seventh grade third hour spelling teacher
             

                                    heartbeat is just a silly love beat








Tribute To
Teenage Crushes
On Teacher's LOL


Details | Quatrain | |

The Royal Crown

What birth pains are these
The kind that bring no peace
It seems no one is pleased
Until someone leaves



©2014 Honestly JT


Details | Free verse | |

In My Community

Our Ancestors fought to the death,
Just so we can live a brighter day,
So before you light up that blunt of meth,
Think about what you’re giving away,
It was a glad day in history when Obama rose to victory,
The first black president was all we knew,
Dark skin is in!
Haven’t you heard?
That even in our community, 
You can get burned,
It’s a sad day when people would rather stay home and “Crank That Amber Cole”,
Than get up and run to a poll,
In our community,
Rockin’ Luis V is better than having a college degree,
And teen pregnancy is not only a trend,
But the single motherhood that follows should end,
Young girls learn of a wonderful prince to take them away,
Nothing should change thought their mothers prince didn’t stay,
And as the tears fade away,
She grows stronger every day,
In our community,
Fighting is no longer a word,
You argue with someone and shots are heard,
Girls showing places the sun don’t show,
So how do they expect the community to grow?
Where love is a figment of imagination,
Making a young child question her creation,
Young mothers would rather buy the iPhone 5,
Then satisfy her baby’s cries,
While her new man’s eye,
Wander up another girl’s thighs,
In our community,
Where #team dark skin vs #team light skin,
Makes others not love the skin they’re in,
Love, lust, hate, and trust,
Giving a rose on Valentine’s Day is no longer a must, 
Where bad is good and good is bad,
Who would think to see their grandmother sad?
Her hurt and pain,
Shows how our community has lost everything her parents fought to gain.


Details | Haiku | |

More Randomness

Must finish homework
Bio, hard Math, and German 
Ooh! Look! Butterfly...


Details | Personification | |

crimson wings

On crimson wings I fly Twixt night and day I fly in crimson wake, there is no rest, there is no haven. On crimson wings I flee there is no joy there is no love only fear and pain ,sorrow and malice On crimson wings I fly searching Searching for the way The way out of this cursed place Where the living and the dead know no bounds For this I hunt on my wings Covered in my blood dripping crimson I fly not knowing where i go I wander endlessly Waiting for the shadows To finish me


Details | Rhyme | |

The Thread That Binds

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Shadows, Reflections, and Memories

In the womb 
A baby grows 
Listening to her mother’s voice 
Soothing her 
She smiles and moves 
Little does she know 
What her future holds 
  
The day arrives 
She is born 
Wrapped tight and cradled by her mother 
Looking up at her mother 
Who wears an exhausted smile 
The baby is comforted 
Little does she know, 
What her future holds 
  
As she grows 
Her mother tends to her 
Feeding, changing, rocking, singing 
All out of love for her little girl 
The baby coos and cries 
Little does she know, 
What her future holds 
  
Some years pass 
The daughter falls and skins a knee 
The mother is there 
With a kiss and band-aid 
And all is okay 
Little does she know 
What her future holds 
  
Soon its time for school 
The daughter cries 
Not wanting her mother to leave 
Finger-paints, songs, the alphabet, counting 
Her mother hangs all on the fridge, proud 
Little does she know, 
What her future holds 
  
Before long she is a teenager 
Her life epically changing 
High school drama, boys, grades, clubs 
Barely does she see her mother 
Who raised and loved her so 
Little does she know 
What her future holds 
  
The day comes to kiss good-bye 
Tears streaking mother and daughter faces 
An adult now the daughter struggles 
Missing her mother, wishing she were there 
Calling everyday and regretting earlier years 
Little does she know, 
What her future holds 
  
Little does she know, 
That as she grew, 
She grew apart from her mother, 
Little does she know, 
That still and no matter what 
Her mother will always love her 
Little does she know, 
That as she ages 
She will always need her mother 
Little does she know, 
How much her mother truly did 
How much her mother truly loves her 
Little does she know, 
She will one day wish 
She were exactly like her mother 
Strong, loving, guiding 
Little does she know, 
What her future holds 
What her purpose in life is 
But as long as she can be like her mother 
She knows life will okay 
That she will succeed.


Details | Rhyme | |

Conflict of Self-Interest

By: Amy

I need  to study, cannot go out...
‘BUT THAT PARTY I HEARD ABOUT!’
I’m so behind, I simply must work...
‘BUT THERE’S A KEG! WHAT A GREAT PERK!’

I have a paper, and test real soon...
‘BUT THERE’S TOMORROW, JUST WAKE AT NOON!’
I can’t take a hangover on a Sunday...
‘BUT THE PARTY TONIGHT’S 281 HATHAWAY!’

I’ve so much concern, my GPA’s sunk...
‘ALL THE MORE REASON I SHOULD GET DRUNK!’
I’ll be too tired, the night gets so late...
‘CAN’T STALL LONGER; THE PARTIES WON’T WAIT!’

Really, grades worry me, school’s been tough...
‘BUT THINK OF THE GUYS, SO HOT, SO BUFF!’
THIS IS TRUE! MY DECISION IS RIGHT!
‘TIME TO GO OUT FOR ONE HELL OF A NIGHT!’


Details | Narrative | |

my companions

 
My only companions are my dreams my only friends Who call out for me their voices a melody for me to fallow save me my friends from this Dark World Wolfs teach me to be loyal and to fight the dark and when make love to the dark embracing it becoming dark myself yet not to succumb to its control Fae teach me to kill with words And when to use them to save Of the meanings of speech and its clever twists To speak a truth one does not want to hear And still make them hear tote truth Twin sprits teach me to know the sprits Those elusive things some call souls Not knowing how to talk with them, we converse Not knowing how to feel their presence, I touch them I feel the hands brush against my skin As dragons, teach of fire, rage, and bloodlust ,when to use it and how to use it well like a well made WAR HAMMER ,and from the masters I learn lore and flight for though I have no wings still I fly with them Trees teach of patience And the earth’s presence and how to care her Of the minds herbs and streams to feed my roots As my branches wither Their Skills With The Wood Are Rival To None Succubus and Incubus you teach of the heart, it’s betrayals, loves, comforts how to guard the heart, and still feel for they know best, its mysterious ways Whilst my heart, mind and body scream Scream for release from this reality To dreams and the worlds found through their doorways Call out to me my friends save me from those who ridicule me who constrain me in chains of iron as they sear my flesh Holding me fast to things, I must not do or have cages of words, deeds, people, and their judgments I Hate Them, And Their Ways are both evil and cruel I know not how long I have left For my blood screams for vengeance To bathe in its fires ,to soar free in the skies where none but you can reach me SAVE ME, MY FRIENDS I BEG YOU!!! I long for your embrace your fiery breath the sweet scent of wet moss you warm sprit upon mine the pack running singing the songs that change me to your likeness the sleep where my heart lies in your hands as you feed your lustful hungers upon my troubles leaving me to sleep untroubled free of my cares and worries giving me my heart backed still with its worries and cares but unburdened you cleaver teachers I lust for your wisdom and the peace you bring me please come open the doorway to the forests and the fire moors save me my friends
this is also a personification


Details | Rhyme | |

Drenched in Silence

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                                                                                         
                            

	


Details | Rhyme | |

The Next Generation

That little boy who I used to tickle
And helped learn to tie his shoes,
Just called me up on the telephone
To give me the happy news.

That young boy who I taught to wrestle
And watched him practice football,
From half way across the world
Made me proud with just one call.

That young man whom I saw graduate
From High School then Navy boot camp,
Just phoned to let me know
I am going to become a Gramps.

How is it that this little tyke who only yesterday,
Was riding upon my shoulders is an expectant father today?
How is it that my hair has turned, from black and then to gray,
And now that I am even older has completely fallen away?

The tears from my right eye, are tears of pride and joy,
The tears from my left eye, miss my little boy.
I was just getting used to the fact, that I’m old enough to be a dad
When I get news a grandchild is on its way – oh, yikes and egad!

I guess it could be worse – this news I did receive;
Knowing it makes my father a GREAT-Grandfather, gives me some reprieve.
A new generation, like it or not, is on its way;
“Congratulations, Son”, is all there is to say.


Details | Bio | |

Six Lettered Word

In a second my life changed like i could never imagine
The world was all Topsy turvy 
and i a floating object in the turmoil
A simple six letter word
Thats all it took to take my stable world away
Upon that fateful day I was 15 and the date was May 12 2008
My diagnosis Hodgkin's lymphoma stage 2 B
My freedom was stolen from me
School i could no longer attend
People i could no longer see
The world was shut away from me
Chemo and Radiation were my companions
Aiding me in my time of need
But the truth in that was they were killing me more than saving 
Strong of heart was I
I would not be taken down
I tried to show no fear or sorrow
And now am thought a strong young lady by many others
The most glorious day was when the cancer went away
September 28 2008 i was told
After I regained the freedom i had lost
four months later did my true story unfold
January 12 2009 I knew something was wrong
I was right I had not yet won the fight
Hodgkin's lymphoma was back to greet me
This time worse stage 4 B had me captured
A junior in high school i had been
But now once again I could no longer attend
Chemo my friend, we were reunited
I guess it missed me
This time a new component was introduced
Bone-marrow transplant, Auto stem cell
After tackling these feats I met radiation again
September 2009 i was said to be free
 it was like history repeating itself
But this time i was wary
now it is July 4 2010
I am heathy, I have graduated
but the damage my six lettered fiend has reaped upon me is still here
An immune system i no longer have
My life still on pause
But i do not care
Because i know what its like to have your life dissipate without warning
Life is like a flame it can be snuffed out in a second
So remember my words
Please
Dont let any regret into your life
Dont pass a single moment by
Live love and try



Details | Tanka | |

Education is Worth Fighting For

An education To all those in school right now High school and college Is what I believe is worth Fighting for, wholeheartedly
Russell Sivey Entrant into FRANK H.'s "WHAT I BELIEVE IS WORTH FIGHTING FOR!" contest 3/2/2012


Details | Sonnet | |

Jesus Christ' Parable -The Prodigal Son


Forgiveness of Sins / God's Love & Mercy
LK 15:11-32

Then he said, "A man had two sons, and the younger son said to his father, 'Father, give me the share of your estate that should come to me.' 

So the father divided the property between them. After a few days, the younger son collected all his belongings and set off to a distant country where he squandered his inheritance on a life of dissipation. 

When he had freely spent everything, a severe famine struck that country, and he found himself in dire need. 

Coming to his senses he thought, 'How many of my father's hired workers have more than enough food to eat, but here am I, dying from hunger. 

I shall get up and go to my father and I shall say to him, "Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. 

I no longer deserve to be called your son; treat me as you would treat one of your hired workers."' 

So he got up and went back to his father. 

While he was still a long way off, his father caught sight of him, and was filled with compassion. 

He ran to his son, embraced him and kissed him; His son said to him, 
'Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you; I no longer deserve to be called your son. 

But his father ordered his servants, 'Quickly bring the finest robe and put it on him; put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet...

Then let us celebrate with a feast, because this son of mine was dead, and has come to life again; he was lost, and has been found.' Then the celebration began. 

Now the older son had been out in the field and, on his way back, as he neared the house, he heard the sound of music and dancing. He became angry, and when he refused to enter the house, his father came out and pleaded with him. 

He said to him, 'My son, you are here with me always; everything I have is yours; but now we must celebrate and rejoice, because your brother was dead and has come to life again; he was lost and has been found.'" (Taken from LK 15:11-14, 17-25, 28, 31-32)


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

No Parachutes,safety nets,souls,or hope

Love is whispered and not forgotten
If this be so
I deaf to soft lipped invitations seek no thought of hope
I of no past collection hold thought
To forget is gruesome and beautiful

My eyes, swift allies in my war of world tell no lies

Silent in the 4 walled chalkboard blue
Shakespearean mad men twist their tongues with words of bland hue

I believe the concept of Ugliness is more profound than that of beauty
Dreams of my bladed face fill up behind my eyes...scratching my mind

Nothing goes SURPRISE! anymore
To love and lose is not the exciting protagonist to never having lost love

the optimists run in circles
pretenders of despair hunt themselves

Every street is Desolation row and my window is covered with blood

Nothing comforts anything
No advice

....just surprises


Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Children, Sleep

To the Newtown Children

A poet cries with broken heart

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

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

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


Details | Burlesque | |

Where the fools go

There is a building, two blocks down
Where students come from out of town.
There are no textbooks,
There are no rules.
Only students labeled as fools.
They learn about life in a peculiar way,
Their school isn’t open in during the day.
The streets are mean and give no mercy.
The bar is left open for those who are thirsty.
The teachers walk around in lingerie,
Their principal goes by the name Big Ray.
The tests they take are not the norm,
They have to fill out AIDS, HIV, and STD forms.
The projects they do are illicit and wrong,
Demonstrations for using a bong.
The guidance counselor is a joke,
He’ll pass you a joint and tell you to toke.
The students there can never fail,
They get their diplomas from the jail.
Vocab words like hustle and flow
Are the only terms you need to know.
It’s a secretive place.
But everyone knows,
This is where all of the fools go
.
To get enrolled is not hard to do,
Just say the password ‘LIFE’ at door 422.


Details | Free verse | |

Shameless Self-Promotion

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Elegy | |

Tears Must Fall (In honor of the Virginia Tech tragedy)

Unlock your sorrowful tears,
Let them flow Like a raging river. 

From the depths of your being
howl Like a wolfcub who has been
Abandoned by his pack.

Ask for the comfort you will
need in all the days to come.

Keep your expression of sorrow
with you as Long as you need to grieve.
It will bend of it's own 
accord when you are finished.

Allow yourself the unhindered crying
your soul will require to heal.

To make sense of things, grasp your 
spirituality as a way of sailing 
far far away from the utter
horror of it all.

Do not try to push those tears aside,
as your pain and suffering is meaningful,

Though it does not feel that way now...

Take their photo's from your wallets
and display them at will,
with awesome Love and abundant pride.
Take them out as need be
and shower them with tears and memories.

I promise you, it will validate
their very existance.

Know that the very waters of your
faith will certainly be tested.
Also know that this too shall pass.

Your pain will remain forever but
your faith will return tenfold.

Allow the Light to pass over your
darkness and believe that one day
There will be healing.

If you can find the strength within,
you must allow for access back into
Your hearts, for one day you will
feel entitled to open the gates that
have held you under seige.

         
Because grief will never Leave you
where it finds you...


Details | Verse | |

Danny - Part 2 -

_____________________________________ It's been almost four years since your smile electrified my eyes just to watch your spirit glisten made my life worth while In curtains and colors, exposed in beauty and light it all seemed so perfect for it was that year you had come back into my life I'll never forget that day when you rolled down the lane with loud rock-n-roll music blaring, it took me back to those high school days Then came August first when you knocked at my door with a smile and a big hug and precious words that reassured How was I to know by night fall you'd be gone at the stroke of mid-night a story, a song As I retired for the day and crawled into bed in a loud resonating cry the telephone spoke words better left unsaid It was then in an instant - summer had gone with a painful breeze In silence, I sobbed as angels above began to sing...... ______________________________________________________________ An Inspiration Of Life And Memory Poet- Rick Parise


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Perseverance

                     Perseverance: a poem




Long ago or should I say sometime in the past?


I had dreams and now at the age of 31 I have realized most of them.

It’s funny how good luck; joy, pain, rejection, effort and ‘Perseverance’ with a capitol ‘P’ have played a part in my life and sealed my Fate.

I now choose to think more positive thoughts even though this is still hard for me when I hear a negative voice in my head or when I hear people say negative things about me.

Those things hurt me and stay with me until I let it go.
I am self-motivated and I was a star pupil in my memories of my childhood.

My main goal is to be able to take care of myself, be responsible for myself and for the choices I make in life.

I am finishing school next January ’14 with my Bachelor’s degree and I want to find a good Internship.

Then after that I want to have a part-time job working 20 to 25 hours per week and continue doing volunteer work.

Oh and poems, I will keep writing my poems and reading other people’s poetry.  Right now I am reading LIT a memoir by Mary Karr. I also want to write children’s books.



Details | Sonnet | |

Reflections at 47

I never saw myself as an old man
Never thought two-thousand would come either
I lived my life not on any one plan
Sweated through high school without a breather

I haven’t the mobility to run
though at times I can walk pretty darn fast
and I am always out getting some sun
I’m glad those days not walking didn’t last

Love I have had a few when does it end
The realities are never the same
So I am marrying my one best friend
I promise you for me this no game

One thing for sure this one is truly real
Her meals more tasty than a Happy Meal


Details | Free verse | |

Just another day

Mornings brilliance
lets the sun spread it’s grin
Slowly warming the beds
awakening the flowers
as they raise their heads
birds chorus dawns delight
melancholic tunes contrite
Nature’s charms begin to stir
Doors slam shut and engines whirr
A shout of ‘Hello’, or ‘Good morning dear’,
Friendly waves and nods of cheer
Then traffic jams and people queue
Paper stands sell the daily news
Off to work the adults go
mums to school with kids in tow
A lovely day is off to start
Fulfilled with joy ‘till sun departs.


Details | Acrostic | |

CHILDREN OF TRAGEDY

S lain 
A nonymously
N eighbors
D umbfounded by
Y ?

H ow could he?
O ne more tragedy
O ver 25 bodies
K eep them in your prayer please, children of Tragedy

©Copyright December 16, 2012 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved


Details | Haiku | |

Bullies

Venting, hurting, pain
Angry retaliation
Masking the torment


Details | Quatrain | |

What Happened?

In high school did I die?
Oh but to give life a try!
Is it all part of God's dream?
Or should I just croak or scream!


Details | Narrative | |

High School Days

We are not perfect by no means at all,
some are too skinny, some are too tall,
I  was always the tallest in my class,
until High school, then I found my match.
5' 7'' kinda tall for a girl,
then I decided, I wanted to twirl,
The football players always kidded with me,
but I knew they were flirting, they really liked me.
My hair was long, and blonde as can be,
they told me not past the shoulders, little Crissy.
I had to pile it up, but it never stayed,
stringy haired twirler, out on the stage.
Now , I think back to those football games,
remembering those memories, of my High School
Days.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Inspiration John Green

I am not the Physically strong type,

I am not number one in the class,

I am not the most popular kid.

I am not the break dancer,

Nor am I musician or singer.

I am not the greatest artist,

My looks aren't that of Patric Swayze's.

I am not the next great author,

I am not that epic basketball player,

or next high school athlete of the year.

I am simply me,

I stand out in a crowd,

for my outlook on life and society.

I stand out for I don't bow down to fad's.

Nor do I care about the latest trends in clothes,

Music, television, who's what, what's what.

I am ME and that's all I will ever need to be.

I owe my Uncle a lot for shaping me into the,

young man I am today.

Thank You Very Much for Always Being There for Me

My Uncle John


Details | Verse | |

Children Listen

This is a poem.
It's not abstract.
So if you just sit back and listen,
you'll understand
I'm going to say this poem twice,
so listen with your heart the first time
but listen with your heart again

Say good morning when someone says good morning to you
Speak when spoken to
Look a person in the eye and be confident even if you're not
and be willing to learn what you know not

Don't be so quick to speak out loud
and then cover your mouth in shame 
once you realize what just came out
It's too late - so think before you shout

Be accountable for your actions
Your character is defined by what you do when people aren't looking
because when they are
They see in your behavior all the doings of the heart
So be honest with yourself and do the right thing...it's not hard

Learn!
Use life's resources
I know what it's like to be in dark places
going through trials - unhappy child
But learning and reading and growing is all relative to your future
So escape in a poem or good book
and don't let the enemy defeat you

Stay in touch with positive members of your family ties
Record yourself saying wonderful things about your life
Recite them daily...then write

Be the first to offer respect
Stay calm
give others a chance to talk
Be humble, but never nobody's fool
Don't allow others to mistreat you
Stand up for your rights and have a voice,
but do it with dignity and be tactful.

And girls...
Go ahead..wear your skinny jeans and your bangles
but accept other for their style, their view
see things from their angle

And fellas...
Pull those pants up..tuck those shirts in
and stop trying to be gangsta
If I can see your underwear thats unacceptable behavior 
and it's not okay
It's embarrasing to the struggle and it's a disgrace

It's time to move past the stereotypes of race
I know you got alot to face
but once you learn what your ancestors did to get you to this place,
It will seem like a walk in the park
and you'll be proud to have helped the case

Young people I tell you
if you follow these rules
You can change the world
and become a generation renewed


Details | Rhyme | |

Report Card

He's going to have to turn it around
Getting himself on to stable ground
He's going to have to learn what I missed
He's going to have to learn all of this

He's going to have to learn one day
No matter how far along the way
As it will all come back
Showing all that you lack

He has to make a stand
To be in this land
It's all in a book
Don't give me that look

So I have to take that role
As I can't just dole
I must set the bar
If I expect him to go that far

01/11/04



Details | Haiku | |

Starting Graduate School

Graduate school starts Several months begins class Creating great stress
Russell Sivey


Details | Senryu | |

' Edgar Allan Poe ... ' (Classical-Tribute) 64th Senryu

‘Edgar Allan Poe … ’ (Classical-Tribute)  64th  Senryu




     Edgar Allan Poe ...
Master of Scary Suspense
   Tortured Ambience


The Raven … The Pit and The Pendulum
House of Usher … Annabel Lee , etc. 
(“She Walks In Beauty, Like The Night”)
     one of my favorite poetry-lines


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Geometry To Me ... '

You, Man … Are The Angles
To My Curves
Hard and Sharp Corners
To My Circular-Swerves

You Are Exact
To My Abstract
You Are Algebra
To My Pre-School Math

You Are Calculus
To My Abacus
You Are The Chemical
To My Stimulus

You Are The Extra
To My Average
You Are The Multiply
To My Nothing Added

You Are Autonomy
To My Anatomy
You Are The Fractal
In My Infinity

You Are Geometry To Me:

You Are Steep Mountains
To My Mounds and Valley
You Are Raindrops In The Forest
To My Snow-Ballet

You Are Hot Desert Sands
To My Cold Ocean Waves
You Are The Mirage man
To My Love-Slave

You Are Dimension-Diamonds
To My Parallel-Pearls
You Are The Universe
To My World

You Are The Prism
To My Beam Of Light
and You Are The Days
Resting Upon My Nights …

And You Are Geometry To  Me …


Geometry (?e?µet??a; geo = earth, metria = measure)
is a part of mathematics concerned with questions of size, shape, 
and relative position of figures and with properties of space.
(uncountable) The branch of mathematics dealing with spatial relationships;
(countable) A type of geometry with particular properties;
Geometry is one of the oldest sciences. ...


Details | I do not know? | |

sixteen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Senryu | |

' The Pied Piper and The Tiger ... ' 67th Senryu

‘ The Pied Piper and The Tiger … ’  67th  Senryu



 Both:  The Pied Piper
The Lady Or The Tiger …
Readers Picks … Either …


Details | Limerick | |

Virgo man)

I am a Virgo, on cusp of Libra.
My heart and mind stays in a penumbra.
My first words were these, so told.
“Me do it me self”, so bold.
I was strange in school, I loved algebra






Male


Details | I do not know? | |

Popularity

It's all about fancy clothes,
What's expensive and what's 'in'.
Dolling yourself up before school,
Cover up that blemish on your nose.
Stay fit, and looking thin,
It's a surefire way to stay cool.

What's the latest news?
She did what with him?
Ew, look at his outfit.
So what, I like these shoes.
Hey, we can't all be slim.
I don't want to be 'cool', why submit?

I don't care, I like my friends,
I like to be my own self,
I like to do as a please.
Hey, I got a message to send,
Show you aren't a product put on a shelf,
Show 'em all, Popularity is a disease.


Details | Naat | |

The Way Towards Great Hope

Prayer gift of the Spirit
Makes us men and women of hope
Prayer keeps the world
Open to Eternal God

To pray alone is good
Even more beautiful
Fruitful
To pray together

Many ways to become acquainted to Him
There are experiences, groups
Encounters, Courses
To pray

Take part of parish liturgies
Be abundantly nourished by the word of Eternal God
With active participation
In the Sacraments


The baptized
Confirmed by the Eternal Holy Spirit
The Holy Eucharist, communion
So as to live as authentic friends and witnesses of Father Christ


4202013


Details | I do not know? | |

- to all- good night.

angels are sprawled 
in the longest reach my children could snow-afford on my former green lawn
over-played carols over-play the car ride to the store, where they will continue 
an embarrassment of lights dangle ‘side a staple-holed roof trim
somewhere, not ‘nough off too far, there are
yards watching snowmen come and go
behind the windows that hold kitchens
the bills are a pilin’
the car’s in the driveway needing to be plugged in
the mailman’s griping ‘bout the weight of his sack
dropping off cards he’d gladly drag back
the t.v.’s got little relief
there’s a log burning on a 24 hour channel
that someone someday'll
commercial the crap out of
office parties 
forum the drunk, “Here’s what I really think of you…” 
spark the short lived, misappropriate romance
the mall cattle call. . . from parking lot to till
warrants wrappings to be hauled away
to some landfill
waiting for Valentine’s Day


Details | Senryu | |

' Lord Alfred Tennyson ...' (Classical-Tribute) 62nd Senryu

‘ Lord Alfred Tennyson … ’ (Classical-Tribute)  62nd  Senryu



       Tennyson Thundered
‘ The Charge Of The Light Brigade ’
      Salutes … Six-Hundred


Details | Free verse | |

Four Smart Kids

Four kids
Four smart kids
Never fell below 90% in tests
Impressing people daily
Teachers pinching themselves in disbelief
Winning spelling bees
Maths competitions
Those same four
Were offered to go to university early
But they lost the offer
To a rich family with
A stupid child.

High school
A place of heartbreakers
Drugs
And Abuse
These four kids
Ran into a drug dealer
The dealer knew about their gift
So he got these kids high off weed 
claiming It was brain food
Another dealer sold them Vodka
Claiming it kept you going during
Long study periods

Before long
These four smart kids
Were just four dimwitted druggos
Smoking weed
Drinking cheap liquor
Twenty Four Hours
Seven days a week
These kids had potential
But it all washed away
Like a sandcastle on the beach
As the tide comes in
Good for nothing
But to end up like those dealers
Selling goods to smart kids
Like their former selves

Drugs destroyed these four kids
Don't let it destroy you


Details | Free verse | |

Open your eyes

sometimes I feel alone in this world,
My mind thinks of impossible wonders,
While my friends think of parties,
at night I would rather stare at the moon,
While everyone else stares at Tv,

so many friends unable to truly understand me,
Not able to express my deepest desires,
Wanting to love god my own way without a religion,
without the fear of disappointing my family

Somehow I have taking a road 
That has lead me to discover myself,
While isolating myself in the process,
Realizing how blinded I really was

I have become different,
My soul has become free
Gifted with the ability to see,
While cursed to be alone

Because high school has no room for imagination

 


Details | Rhyme | |

Be Thankful for A Teacher

This is dedicated to the P-12 teachers that do hard all day every day who go beyond the call 
of duty to innovate and educate we get a lot put on our plate and still pour out much love all 
because we are annointed and appointed to teach from the best teacher the Creator from 
above. Enjoy your break. Give yourself a date. I know your pain. Give thanks in Jesus's 
name. That we have strength of Him to lead a class, carry on multiple tasks, exemplify love, 
share knowledge,be a witness and serve the community.Parents be thankful for the teacher 
this holiday. Please to your child don't say I wish you had a school day. Give the good 
teachers a break because the bad ones could care less about giving their best on anyday. 
Teaching is not money its about sowing a seed to have a grand future harvest.  Be thankful 
this Thanksgiving for a teacher indeed.


Details | Free verse | |

Harry

Sitting on the ledge
Watching Harry play soccer
Girls cheering him on
Homies showing love
God i wish i can be a chick magnet
Getting goodnight texts every night
Watching bachelorettes fight over me
But I will never be a chick magnet
That's just the way I am


Details | ABC | |

prison in school, but friends in learning

some schools have excellent behavior                       some don't
some people find school as prison                              some don't
some people suffer of what they get as marks             but some stay happy
if you play something, a kind of sport                           doesn't mean you know about it
if someone would humiliate you because you are smart     don't even bother listening 
if someone bullies you around                            don't snitch just ignore
if you have the courage to do something                then do it
if you will suffocate from your life                                   remember the happy things you did
the people who took care of you                                  will finally take notice of the things -you do.  imagine the life you would have with no school       which will mean no friends.
you won't just come back home and tell your parents what you learned   but you will ask -about it and learn such more                               learn of what you see and, see but just -don't say.


Details | Narrative | |

Sacrament of Baptism


The day of Pentecost, Church celebrated
Administered Holy Baptism
St. Peter declares
“Repent and be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of sins and receive the gift of the Holy Spirit”

The apostles offer baptism to anyone who believed in Fr. Christ Jesus
You will be saved
You and your household
St. Paul declared to his baptized and with all his family

Baptism is birth into the new life in Fr. Christ Jesus
In accordance with Lord God’s will
It is necessary for salvation
As the Church herself, we enter by Baptism

Baptismal grace includes forgiveness of original sin
Birth to a new life by man becomes an adopted son of the Father
A member of Fr. Christ
A temple of the Holy Spirit

Those who die for faith
 All those without knowing the Church under the inspiration of grace
Seek God sincerely, strive to fulfill his will
Can be saved even if they have not been baptize

With respect to children who have died without baptism
The Church invites us to trust in God’s mercy
The angel of Lord God said
The babies are safe in heaven

Written 09172012


Details | Free verse | |

Bullets rain tears

Young and innocent they went to school
 Expecting to learn and play
 Never in anyones wildest of dreams
 Did we expect that day
 For a rain of tears to shell them
 From one lost deep to sin
 But heavenly hosts came down for them
 Releasing them from him
 The devil he did have his day
 But God in end dost win
 For noubt will be lost but these young lives
 Will not be gone in vain
 The laws of the land will change in ways
 For it must not happen again
 
Those who reign must stand on this
 Take stance and make a difference
 No one should be able to take a life
 With intent nor mindless innocence
 For even when with madmans mind
 You cannot be left to mingle
 How can you be able to walk in shop
 Purchase guns and not be liable
 Actions speak far louder than words
 And if we let just one slip through
 Without accounting for their sin
 It might well be me or you
 
For on anyone these bullets
 Might be named to fall upon
 So make a difference – make a change
 Add your name – petition
 The whole wide world mourns in shame
 An Amnesty is long past needed
 Write your letters – use your vote
 Act now while it is fresh
 And pray for the souls of all those lost
 That each by the Lord be blessed
 Also for those who’ve lived through this
 That they might find a way
 To find the strength and courage
 To step out further each day


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sport now a days

(orignal date: 2/15/11)
This is my momemet of clarity, 
pulp fiction no ly, 
just look the man in the mirror and as why, 

it is the education rules or rules on sport so where is my chair of sure lucky 
nest at flat feet at my success of my school degree of sucess, 

they say the groupiees are at the door before you reach the age of 18, 
so in vision my dream, 
late for class, 
 in the teacher eyes he's first to be sit it, 

over and over regulation, 
 but who is you valdation the best left hand pitcher or kid with the highest iq, 
words to truth life by, 
life by the america education system is going truely die fast like the lip 
syncing of nsync, 
or what  band was that, (ban)     

ratical achievment, hand held glory, bold state meets, 
word to digestion in fact  i would take back it in fact i hope it inhance me in 
fact i sit down giving the facts

why is that average player that is deserving of scholarship isnt even look at 
twice but in fact the guy that make all the shot lingerie
 to the fact can't even learn the bases, 
bases which include square to the root the bases being give outstand 
interview and the bases is getting truth scholar the excess to a worth school 


Lost life in gamble, 
 and dropp out college by second semseter 
i say to the world it lot more kids that gift not talent that didnt pursue that 
dream

What is our duty to stand by, 
 who is the role model, 
the father or the athlete or insteady of a
 father not a dad who eyes swallows to see the act of patrism reinstill and left 
out mention words of constiution and more out reach skretting, 

if iam to live by those words i just wont died but those rules but for me 
my roots speak for it self

I speak out for legend that star game with one  'Fist to Sky'
know how they fight for segeration and ask how can they forget where they 
came from

and ask who the true true american hero  to that of a child that role model! !

i say the role model ofhis age are the college star that turn pro that spoken
on behalf of a nation, on the rightfulness of a equal salary and fair profit of 
sale 
for future pros,

this poem is for you even thought it was written a year or two before the 
intermedation.

but if it wasnt for the pros that got the education would they 
had won the lock out that effect generation to come?

I rest my case...


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The Box of Schools Conformity

A teacher steps in front of a class.
“Today we will be learning…”
Your bias?
Your inability to respect us?
The fact that you don’t want to be here?
Her mouth continues to move but I can’t zone back in.
Why do we attend class?
So we all think the same?
To never improve our economy?
I pay for a professor to take away my creativity.
She gives me an “A” for conformity.
Every teacher teaches with his or her own style,
Each student thinks with their own opinions.
No person gets the same education. 
The one thing we all learn is there’s no such thing as accepted individuality.
They say reach for the stars, 
But the curriculum chains our arms down.
One would suggest- think outside the box 
What is a box?
Is it adults’ inability to heed?
The parameters of others intelligence’s demise?
To think outside; to exceed,
Though society isolates and punishes when we do.
You demand our ideas not be connected.
How can we do this when we are required to posses the same perspective?
Were brought up to follow.
If you have to think outside the box, why is there even a box? 
Why not get rid of it? 
Better yet…
Then the teacher regains my focus and asks,
“Taylor, what do you think?”
I allow silence to fill the room and take time to respond,
“..Destroy it”


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The Widow Next Door

Our neighbor’s husband had died one day
The rumor was it was suicide
My father made me go cut her grass
It was over one hundred degrees outside

I hadn’t seen her in about six months
Ever since he had passed away
I was hoping she wouldn’t come out to pay me
Cause I wouldn’t know what to say

When you’re sixteen years young, thirty seems real old
Though I knew she looked real fine
All the teenage boys in the neighborhood
Tried to catch her sunbathing all the time

I was working in my gym shorts
Like I said, that day was warm
Even though she didn’t have much of a yard
I was sweat’n up a storm

I could sense her eyes upon me
I was in football playing shape
I thought I better put my shirt back on
But I was a minute or two too late

She stepped out on the patio
With a pitcher of cold iced tea
And said, “Take a break; Come on over here
And share some of this with me.”

I guess she was gett’n lonely
I never knew anyone to visit her house
I could see that she had no bra on
Underneath her flimsy blouse

I’ll spare you the gory details
I’ll just say that that day got hotter
I never told anyone about the widow next door
But, you know, I never forgot her

That summer, her grass was always cut short
I did it twice a week
My parents paid me a buck and a half 
Thinking I was being awful sweet

The moving van pulled up to her house
Early in the fall
I was on my way to the high school field
To practice for football

She blew me a subtle kiss
And waved to my folks good-bye
She drove down the street and out of my life
With a tear drop in my eye


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School days

The busy hours at nine, running at the last minute. Those never ending classes now i miss them in every minute.. Give me back my school days is the only thing to say. Let me go to school for once, that's the only prayer i pray. The heap of lunch boxes and the rush for the recess break, give me back my school days is the only wish to make. Last night study and crying for buddy, i really miss them all teachers question and empty faces makes me laugh when i recall getting a star or a zero makes no difference right now, i wanna have my school days back please give it to me somehow...


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why do people listen

people now a days care what people think about them and want to be liked for more then 
just who they are and they will lie and and try to make friends for the wrong reasons and 
they want to be liked by all and many people and they will be what that type of person 
wants them to be. is it really worth it to be something your not when there are people out 
there in the world who will like you for you and you can make true friendships that will last 
longer and wont hurt you in the end. if you want to make true friends you will need to be 
able to act like yourself for the whole time and try to find those people that will think of 
you as hey i like him/her and i want to be friends with them. People want to be liked by as 
many people that they can and they wish that they could find the people that like them for 
them and they want to be able to be like by a lot of thos people but they are hard to find if 
you have the mentality that you have to fake who you are. if you will take the chance and 
try to talk to new people that you dont know not just the cool people you might be amazed 
at what you find and form a true bond that will last throug a life time. people want to be 
popular and want to be able to do what the poular people do all of the time but is it worth 
it if you cant even find the true you anymore. i wish all of the people in the world had what 
it took to say you know what im me if you dont like it then buzz off. if more people did that 
i think that we would have a lot more people in this world that are happy and have fun with 
the people that matter and will be able to talk to them about anything. people dont know 
what a strong gift it is to be different then the other people around them and if they would 
just stop and act like themselfs then they will be happy and people are ment to be 
different and be a leader not a follower. people can read this and say what ever they like 
me for me and i dont have to believe you and it is also your choice to take what you hear 
and apply it and it is your choice to ignor it i hope you will learn something from this and 
use it to become a better person and be a happier person.


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Covenant House Prayer


Lord God,

All people have problems and troubles in the world.
Provide children someone to love and be loved,
Help them have someone to walk with as far as they wish.
Give them wisdom or understanding and knowledge to do what is right and what is wrong.

Help children have strength and courage to face their oppressors who tease and bully them
Those who gather socialize and trade their images
Children who are being rape and abuse
Enlighten people to realize their horrifying acts

Please help children choose the right decisions to the things that happens
Help the children's attitude towards people.
Give them fortitude or strength to hope for their brighter future
Help them reach their teenage years in peace

Give them courage to face their trials,
Perseverance to strive hard to reach their best and be successful
Help them have Patience and Tolerance when dealing with hardships
Comfort them mentally and physically to be calm.

We ask this through Your Son, Fr. Christ
Who lives and reigns with You forever and ever.  

  Amen  


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' Alfred Noyles ... ' (Classical-Tribute) 63rd Senryu

‘Alfred Noyles … ’ (Classical-Tribute)  63rd   Senryu



   Alfred Noyles’ Poem Rings
‘The Highwayman’, Came Riding
   … Still Gets Me Crying …


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MOVING ON

We were at war.
Threw stones at each other,
hurled barbed insults
across a school yard.

Walked home from school
together, but not,
together.

Teased and tormented
one another
attempting to be liked -
or not.

The battle raged,
every recess a skirmish,
lunch a logistic
seating plan,
dismissal
a “Dunkirkian” escape

to the purity of play,
the touch of “tag – you’re it”,
the subtle favoritism
of Dodge Ball,
complexity of Hop Scotch,
impossibility
of Jump Rope.

We were at war.
Engaged in the battle
of the sexes,
not knowing how to
get behind enemy lines,
how to dance,
how to ask the enemy
“Would you like to dance?”

We were growing up,
feeling the urges of our hopes
and the hopes of our urges,
“testing the water with both feet”
venturing into the unknown.
Adventurers 
on a quest -
to find ourselves.

We were at war
with all that stood
before us,
unable to accept the
“status quo”,
unable to accept status
as a defining quality.

We fought “Quixote’s” windmills,
wrestled with the values
of life, of living, of things
as they were.
Each ignoring
the poet’s warning,
trying to be an island,
to achieve oneness.
Oneness, with or against,
any and all
who would take our
stones away,
leave us
as we wished to be.
Free!
to throw stones,
to hurl barbs,
across life’s schoolyard
at all that was
and wasn’t -
at who we were
and weren’t,
while wondering
how we became
who we are –
and aren’t.



9/6/2014


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Hateful Words

                                                  HATEFUL WORDS

Do you have any idea how much hateful words hurt those you’re spewing them out to?

If you are a bully who uses them, you need to know they hurt deeply and could scar a kid for life.  Is that what you really want to do?

It may seem like innocent fun when you’re bullying other kids.  It’s not!  If you keep doing it, your life’s going to be nothing but a gigantic flop.

If you are a bully, because of the negative impact you can have on another kid, you must immediately stop!

I once thought bullying was cool, too, so I would say hateful words to other kids just to see how they would react.

I would say hateful words to their face.  I would say them behind their back.

Then, out of nowhere, I heard the same kind of hateful words, meant for me.

I didn’t like it a bit; in fact I was hurt and angry as can be.

So, I immediately stopped using hateful words.  I’m so glad I did.

No one deserves to hear hateful words, especially coming from another kid.

	   Al Johnson


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A Matter Of Hate

From    black-board    to    projectors,
the   education   system    has   never    been    diaphanous.
Everything   has   changed    with    brevity,
still    it    remains    detrimental   to   the   knowledge   society.

Being  a    denizen   to   the   library,  come   across   a   lot   many   books
Seldom ,  i    am   agaped   to    see    good    ones   never   issued.
The   book- worm   students   are   omnipresent
However,  low    cognizance    won’t    make    them   complacent.
Desultory   transactions    lead   only   to   poor   denouments
Earth -  worm     teachers   are    the   true   social   rodents.

Doctors   need    memorising   tricks , engineers    do    need    the    same
Ministers   need    criminal   record   and     saints     like ...  need   to  shame.
Originality    has   lost   it’s     credentials   and    xerox    at   it’s    peak
Marks    are    over – emphasized    engulfed   with   the    knowledge – leak.

Didactic   achievers   don’t    serve    their   country
They   feel    better   to    opt   out   of    this    unholy    treachery.
Demagogues   rule    the   roost    in   decision   making,
Playing   with   our   future   through    delusive    risk –taking.
Their   deranged    behaviour    denigrates   the    country’s   status
Still   every   word    they     utter   is   given   high   impetus.


Concave   curriculum ,    blighted   minds
Our   education   system   is    the   worst   of   it’s   own   kind.
Efficient   cheating   and    mal- practice   makes    a   man   great
Hard -  work    and    sincerity    makes   a    matter   of   hate.


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Inspire

Inspire
Those around me Inspire me
My peers support me
Inspire me
To write this poetry
Love, Drugs, Funny
Or just random
It all comes from my heart
But without encouragement
From those around me
My poetry would be worthless
Every time i write a poem
I could write a million dollar masterpiece
But without inspiration
Encouragement, Support
From those around me
I'll be writing nothing
But wasteful work
Worth only enough
To buy me a skittle
That's why I rely on Whats around me
To get the wheel to turn


Details | Cinquain | |

Circles

Circles
Round forms
Turning flips in water
Comforting group of close friendships
Cliques


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You and the Moon

I complained
 To the moon, 
All I have is you 
To gaze at the sky,
 Yet 
Every time you leave me,
 With out telling me why.

 The moon responded,
 "When I leave 
I don't take my beauty,
 As 
That 
beauty is worn by 
A girl of this city.
 Look at her eyes, 
You will forget my brightness,
 You will forget my beauty."

 "You really thought 
I could be around,
 When I observe the most beautiful girl of this land?
 No one can express her beauty,
 When she appears with the cellphone in her hand."

 "I am just one color,
 Yet 
She is pink one day,
 While 
The other day she is blue."
 That is when I realized,
 The moon was
 Talking about you.


Details | Choka | |

Conquering Homework

My school is so hard
The homework unbearable
It puts me down, down
I’m resilient
I beat this teacher’s demands
Homework is finished 

Russell Sivey


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The Qualities That a True Friend Must Have

What are the qualities that a friend should
have – that which would make a true friend so true?
A friend is one whom you like to be with
while a true friend insists on being with you.

A friend likes you when you have so much in
common. True friends like you who for who you are.
True friends make you feel as though they are at
all times near, although they are very far.

A true friend is one whom you can always
talk to, even at night when it is late -
when loved ones are asleep, a true friend is
always there to hear what you have to say.

Friends like to share, but a true friend always
gives you – not what you want, but what you need.
The feelings you hide, as well as your thoughts,
and your dreams,  a true friend can always read.

A friend may forgive you or they may not
forgive, for something wrong you’ve done to them.
A true friend forgives even when you don’t
ask. True friends forgive - again and again.

Friends are close when you are close to them. A
true friend wants your friendship to be closer.
A true friend does what is best for you, and
hates that you would end up with the losers.

A true friend teaches you lessons to help
you grow – lessons that are hard and easy.
A true friend is always there - having a
true friend can never make you feel lonely.

Friends may sometimes make mistakes, but a true
friend is always careful not to hurt you.
A true friend is a guide and a teacher.
A true friend knows everything you go through.

The true friend I mention is our God,
who kept you company before you were born.
The friendship of God, if you truly keep
and cherish, you will never feel forlorn.

The true friend we all need is God (Allah) –
the One who guides and can teach us lessons,
the One who hears our calls and understands,
the One always near – in every season –

Allah, as a Friend, never judges us
by the way we look and how we appear.
Allah, as a Guide, if we ask Him for
guidance, He guides us and makes our paths clear.

Allah is with us – each day and each night –
He is always there when all are asleep.
Allah always listens when others don’t.
He gives you comfort when He sees you weep.

Fortunate are those who have Allah as
a Friend. Friendship with God is friendship true.
May Allah bless me with His Friendship and
May Allah’s Friendship be shared with you too.

Ameen.

Miriam / Mariam Mababaya


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A Letter To Alice Nahon

when I was 16 years young of age
reading poetry caused a rage 
teens never displayed a feeling
obligatory poetry was just not appealing

displaying unhappiness was really cool
talking about it made you a complete fool
I became my own diary journalist
and problems-related therapist

when I found an old book on a shelf
signed by the poetess herself
I started to touch the antique pages
emotions occurred in several stages

I took my exam  Dutch Poetry
sensing the huge potency
being the first of all
I felt I could not fail or fall

I read her poem Magnolia aloud
I whispered - no need to shout
each and every word spoke for it self
and I felt like  truly being myself

I didn't need to explain one single word
The teacher knew what she had heard
The seed of poetry planted in my heart
She waited for my writing career to start

I got the impossible and unique highest grade
because of all the feelings I portrayed
Alice Nahon's Magnolia's re-birth
while I was her words she returned to earth 

Alice Nahon planted magnolia seeds in my soul
introduced me to my private  miraculous  stroll
her flowers grew invisible  for many years
since her poem "Magnolia" moved me to tears

I've traveled a long and winding road 
I now tell it all in my own Morse code
Here I am -  since three years writing my own scribblings 
I feel each day how my heart beats and my soul sings

(c) Elly Wouterse.

PS. This poem is based on my very own, true, story. The Exam-class of '74 in 
Dutch Poetry was the rest of the year a very boring 'obligatory' 'sit in' for me... 
and I was the only one who got the highest grade possible (in NL): 10 plus. 

Awarded HM in Monterey Sirak's contest: She showed being a poetry-contest-judge that deserves respect - by downgrading my poem on her winners list because I 'signed' my poem instead of preparing the contest entry anonymously and respecting the contestants  who followed her rules! 
Being on the winners list with the HM makes me feel really good because the story behind this poem means so much to me. 


Details | I do not know? | |

You are not my life

The life I'm living is really tragic,
I'm just glad I didn't get hit by static.
As these words pass through my mind,
to these funny verses is what you'll find.
Days past, and i still feel like this,
and what you see, is what this is.
As your words seem to attack,
I know now what matters most is how i act.
See how you push us farther apart,
now I'm cursed with this versing art.
It's like you don't trust me anymore,
I did most things right, but what for?
I know you'll never believe me,
you just need to look deep inside and see.
So why am I writing this down today?
Maybe I want to take this pain away.
I know your going to read this,
you might yell, and ask what this is.
But I can't keep it in,
It's better than us screamin'.
I just wanted to let you know,
that I want to leave, and you should let me go.
As I sit in class today,
questioning myself, is there another way.
There's so many things going through my head,
I just want to erase it all, and go to bed.
Soon I'll make my life great,
make all the mistakes straight.
I always ask myself, how?
Looking back and thinking wow!
You always glare at me,
trying to see what I'll be.
All I ever wanted to be was you,
but all you ever gave me were open wounds.
I want to know so tell me,
what you always wanted me to be.
'Cause you think you know it all,
but if I take your advice, just don't let me fall.
As this cursed poem goes on,
I wonder what went wrong.
This time I'll make you see,
what I want you to let me be.
As time passes by,
I still wonder why?
I just wanted to let you know,
before I let all of this go.
       That you are not my life


Details | Monorhyme | |

My Friend Is My Love...

I couldn’t read, I couldn’t write…
That my world would no more ever be bright.
With the morning sun I would rise,
The day ahead full with surprise.
He took me here, he took me there,
We planned the day for everywhere.
We sat together all alone,
Speaking of things, which were atone.

Our minds would argue, but hearts unite,
We kept opposing, although right.
He bought me chocolates I never shared,
I would joke on him, but he never cared.
He brought me flowers from the bushes around,
A red one hidden as yellows surround.
I always pretended I would never see
But in my heart I would just let it be.

Back in my room when it was 7 again,
I would sit quiet, and feel the pain.
As I realized that another day would end,
He would stay a day longer I would pretend.
With sleepless nights my eyes would swell,
Moistened with bitter tears and love’s spell.
The morning would come and go again,
But the realization would still remain.

And one sudden  day it was the day,
He kept staring at me and couldn’t say.
I made him promise he would never let know,
When it was time for him to leave and go.
But the look in his eyes I knew there was no next day,
I couldn’t make him stop, not in any way.
I ran away, far away from where he was,
Picturing him looking at me, as that was the last.


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Grattitude First lesson in Christian Living

Dear little pony, the children’s clown,
Rough mane stands tall, his thick tail tumbles down.
Jiggety, jog.  Yes, some riders have frowned.
Dad can ride him with two feet on the ground!
 
He’s a tough little, nuggety, wonderful chap
Who can live on the roughest of diet mishap.
We don’t feed him oats much, he’ll founder on those,
But if you can ride him you’re right home and hosed!
 
He’s full of the tricks that intelligence brings.
He’s always a challenge until mummy sings
Out loud, lets him know that he can’t get away
With presenting his backside to children today.
 
The children must learn how to command him too.
It isn’t the easiest thing they must do,
But they look for the pleasure of riding again,
So they learn how to handle tough diamond disdain.
 
They must learn how to stop him from racing away
Towards home when his head is turned facing that way.
His mind is on resting with food in his trough,
But his job is to teach, and he does it but tough!
 
Tough diamond’s a doorway to wonderful thrills
In the glorious world of the horseman’s spills
And great challenges.  Once you can master this rascal
Nothing can daunt you.  Introductory sample
 
Of every excitement that riding can offer,
He’s cute, pert, adorable, and he can proffer
Essential abilities.  Gratitude is
The gateway to mastery, sire of bliss!
 
Every offence becomes laughable when
You think back to this tough little customer. Then
Your mind turns to teaching, as Daddy once did.
No more can the mud of offence cause a skid.
 
You’ll go round it.  Or jump it. There’s no need to fall
 When Gratitude’s mastered.  Remembering all
Those scuffles you had that your dad helped you through,
You’ll mother, or father, or teach others too.
 


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My life

Born and raised in Aurora Illinois
growing up, like a normal kid always playing with toys

I was always afraid of getting ate by T-REX
I always felt I was next

Growing up was easy, but life became hard
Sad, getting made fun of and getting called a lard

Anger and down, I felt all alone
Sad to say all I had was home

No real friends, just two faced kids
The only thing they cared about was trying to get rid

Rid of me, but I have always wondered why
Maybe they were jealous of Me myself and I

Or maybe scared of what I could do
Better then them, him, her and then you

I was a talented young boy
I felt like the king of Illinois

Just not to many friends but they gave up on me
If only they could see

Six years later it was Osceola, Iowa where I moved
My parents didn't care, they knew I didnt approve

Settled on a farm, I went to school with fear
And for the first time in forever things became clear

This town, this school everything about this place
I felt something, such a warm embrace

I had many friends, so many knew starts
A couple of girls that even stole my heart

My ups and downs, My lefts to rights
A few negatives, a couple of fights

I was finally normal, with a path to explore
Never have I felt like I actually had something to stand for

Growing up was easy, high school was a breeze
Made so many friends, finally felt my heart could not freeze

For once In my life I felt normal
I didnt have to be fake and always dress formal

Nobody cared what I wore or what I did 
I finally got to be me and open a lid

A knew me, feels like it has been released
I feel loved, to say the least

Im proud of who I am, what I have become
This is my life in such a short sum


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From Across The Room

A glance over my computer screen, I see you starring.
You look away as soon as our eyes meet.
You wear that grin upon your face, which I love.
I can't help but blush.
No, you didn't not only catch me looking at you,
you caught me thinking about you.
You must be having the same thoughts.

Our eyes meet again,
but this time neither of us look away.
We just smile, ear to ear.
I say nothing but hold my stare,
finally you move.
I thought it was all over as you walked away...

A hand upon my shoulder,
tan and strong.
It's him, back again.
No, he did not leave me.
He chose to be closer to the twinkle in my eye.

From staring across the room,
to being with each other forever
one high school romance
bound to be more than any other
Now I get to hold his hand, stare into those deep blue eyes
And I get to call him mine.


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the plastic man

His life began with fertilization in the plastic test tube
He was born on a plastic shawl
and raised nestled on milk from a plastic bottle
grown he ate from plastic plates, bowls and cups
he sat on plastic chairs and bathed in plastic basins
he ate synthetic food packed in plastic pots
he then went to school wearing plastic shoes
at school he studied plastic arts
On his return home he carried his belongings in a plastic bag
his mother had undergone the plastic surgery
when she saw him she gave him a plastic smile
He knew not that he was the plastic man
but when the village drunkard called him plastic man
he took a plastic rope and suicide he committed
Dead he froze turgid like a plastic
the police put his corpse in a plastic coffin
He was buried in the graveyard full of plastics
on his grave was an inscription engraved on a plastic cross
thereon the inscription read
here lies the plastic man
who lived a plastic life but hated the plastic


Details | Tanka | |

My Valentine Gift

<                                       bright future awaits
                                   mind terrible thing to waste
                                           scholastic ready
                                      unveiling hidden bounty
                                   scholarship's highest honor 




Entry For
Andrea Dietrich's
Tanka Your Valentine Contest
G.L. All


Details | Free verse | |

High School Love

High school love
Is like a new game
The new GTA
The new Need For Speed
The new Call Of Duty
It's all the same

You see it
You want to buy it
Play it
Tease others about it
You go to the store and blow $100
Or find a nice girl and make her feel special
You start playing the game
And you discover it's not as good
As it looks at first glance
You want a refund
But the dog ate the receipt

High School Love is cold
GIRLS are cold
Full of betrayal
Wasted gifts
Shed tears
The flowers would rather die
Than being given to someone
With no emotion


Young love is overrated
I see teenagers kiss everyday
But I'm starting to realise
It's empty, meaningless
And painful

Save your love for someone special
Don't waste it on a player


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Whats wrong with the youth How have you helped

Inspired by a conversation I recently had with a friend




A friend said to me whats wrong with these kids today
to which I replied probably some of the mistakes we made yesterday
A lot of problems they have were inherited from us
I should have known that would start a fuss


He went on to say I worked all my life before that I over achieved in school
I was too busy studying to think about acting the fool

I would never sale drugs even if times were hard
and if money got low I'd just get another job

I respected my elders especially mom and dad
I dreaded disappointing them that would make me so sad

So are you trying to compare them to me. Is that what your telling me
I replied hold up the Lord does not have misdemeanors or felonies

True you were good in school and worked hard through the week
but on the week end some of your  check went to thunder bird and  weed
see todays drugs dealer came from yesterdays weed man
so indirectly you helped their business expand

And in high school you  had your way with the girls like they were all  whores
maybe just maybe some of these bad azz kids are yours

And if so that respect for your elders you spoke on
may have left when they realized daddy was gone

This by no means justify these times not at all
I just wish more of us would ask our selves where did we drop the ball
See all the finger pointing we do don't help worth a dam
unless it's join by the other fingers as an extended hand




Details | Limerick | |

courage

The music coarses through my veins
As i run down the street
i don't need to look back 
to hear the pounding of the feet

My mind races as i sprint
my lungs struggling to continue
but i hear death come closer
not knowing what to do

i see the glint of metal
as he races after me
not fighting for his honor
it is just blood he wants to see

is this how a hero dies, i ask myself boldly
is this what happens when you refuse to back down
my heart starts to fail, my feet start to slow
with barely enough energy, to turn myself around

All i ever did
was stand up to that school bully
and it may have been the last thing i do
i now understand quite fully

if only i had stepped down
let him spit and walk away
instead, i had to open my mouth
and so the consequences i must now pay

i muster up the courage
puff out my chest and turn 
but instead of feeling steel
i feel a steady burn

for in my frantic flight
i must have stepped down wrong
for after everything I'd done
i knew that it was sprung

i fall down to the pavement
fearing the very end
that school bully who chose to chase me
would soon learn to comprehend

that i stood up for myself
and would not back down now
i fought back the tears
and stood without a sound

i waited and waited and waited
for the bully to fly around the block
i sat back down and teared up,
as i yanked away the sock

the pain that radiated shot
through my leg and through my bones
anyone one could tell 
from the screeching of my tone

i hobbled to the bus stop
picking out the broken glass
the blood hit the ground
and the ground hit my ass

i sat there in my tears
pondering a lie to tell
one that told nothing of my flight
and one that i could sell

i came home late that night
with relief my mother slept
i hobbled to my bed
and passed out as i wept. 



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Are We Trying to Remove God From Everything


 UNSUPPORTED CODE We often hear this topic across our nation.
Another person crying; “discrimination.”

In our many attempts to not discriminate.
It seems like it’s God that we seek to eliminate.

It seems like we’ve come up with our own “rules.”
And somehow have turned into a bunch of “fools.”

We accept many perversions of various kinds…
But God himself?  We seem to close our minds!

In many of our lives,  we’ve “kicked “ him out.
And refuse what he really is about!

The words, “In God we trust...”  Our money bears it!
Anything of God?  We’re afraid to share it!

It seems like the courts almost say he doesn’t exist!
And have brought much confusion into our midst!

As many say it’s “offensive” to display a cross…
Many godly values have already been lost!

It’s time to wake up America!  And begin to see!
The kind of country we’re beginning to be!

A country that’s foundation is getting off course.
Being driven by a wicked and ungodly force!

Out only hope is in God!  And him alone!
We must invite him back into our homes!

To God and his word we must hold secure and fast!
He is our only hope that our country will last!


By Jim Pemberton


Details | Light Poetry | |

My Big Brother Is Watching You Too

"My Big Brother" up and down the street
  He could be anyone you meet
  Spying on you from the street
  Looking in from every beat
"My Big Brother" isn't that sweet

"My Big Brother" and I don't know why
  Casting in from above the sky
"My Big Brother" the commie spy
  Listening in do or die
  Bringing his book in
  Taught within
My Big Brother, 1-800-LET-US IN
  Caught with paper and a pen 
All because, "My Big Brother" let himself in


Details | Rhyme | |

The Light Inside

I went to church for yet another day
Lit another candle and started to pray
Thirteen years ago she passed away
Our Twentieth anniversary would have been today

I walked back home amongst falling leaves
I should have worn a shirt with longer sleeves
I poured a fresh cup of some hot green tea
Her empty kitchen chair just staring at me

Brought out of my trance by the ringing bell
Who it would be, I couldn’t tell
Probably a solicitor with something to sell
I jumped up thinking, what the hell

She stared at me with a knowing smile
The awkward silence lasting quite a while
Something was familiar about her style
My memory bank shifting through long closed files

“Hello Joe, it’s been a long time
What the years have done to me is an awful crime
I looked you up, I hope you don’t mind
You are not really an easy man to find”

She came in and we caught up on our past
We were high school sweethearts when I saw her last
We went to college down different paths
Too many years ago for me to do the math

It’s hard to start a fire in a worn out heart
The grieving widower is my long played part
She was very patient right from the start
Feelings of grief don’t soon depart

I hope, my love, that you understand
For always and forever I will be your man
But the time has come for me to love again
And I am learning how with a new, old friend

And now she comes to church along with me
Helps me up and down on bended knee
As I still light a candle in memory
With a new light lit inside of me


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A Kaleidoscope

A kaleidoscope, a mixture of colors and light
So hard to describe so hard to write
Just like a life just like mine
Here is mine my time to shine

The colors change just like time
A life goes on to hit its prime
No matter what it keeps on changing
Just like life keeps on arranging

My story begins at age six
When life was suddenly no easy fix
The Kaleidoscope began to turn
And its center began to churn

My father left our family home
He left alone to go and roam
Suddenly the Kaleidoscope went dark
Even now it’s left its mark

It remained unturned for about two years
And the movement became quite severe
My Mother moved away from home 
To improve her new teaching career

The shades of blue came into play
As most of my family had passed away
My mother was strong and held my hand
Even though nothing had gone as planned

My family will always be in my heart
Those small blue beads will play their part
At that time I was almost nine
I pretended that I was just fine

The colors changed from blue to red
I went on with almost no dread
At age eleven I moved once more
I moved again to the California core

I spent the next year in shades of green
All the kids were just too mean
I went to Junior and then Senior High
Then it was time to say goodbye

The Kaleidoscope turned and made a painting
My life became very entertaining
That’s when I met you for the first time
My hope and happiness began to climb

But My Father turned my Kaleidoscope for me
And I asked and cried my pitiful plea
On the weekends the kaleidoscope turns black
With nothing there to change it back

There are ups and downs, lights and darks
With many blond moments and smart remarks
My life will always be turning fast
Even so I have time to look back at my past

If I remember one thing it is that
My life was nothing like combat
But I still fought wars of my own
Without them my world would still be unknown

There is nothing quite like a kaleidoscope
It’s a symbol of change and hope
I like to think my life is like this
So look back and reminisce

Look back at your thoughts and dreams
But remember nothing is as it seems
The Kaleidoscope will turn to show your past
What was boring and what was a blast

Mine shows everything you’ve done for me
You showed me how fun life can be
You made my life what it is now
To this day I still wonder how

Thank you for turning my Kaleidoscope
And giving me strength and the power to cope
You made my life a beautiful rainbow
You deserve more than you will ever know


Details | Quatrain | |

Sandy Hook

Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.


Details | Rhyme | |

My dream wedding day

Looking at the first blush of the morning,
I know its the perfect day for a wedding.
The big fat white wedding, the dream,
To which every little girl clings.
 
I tell myself as I watch the clouds turn white,
That this is the happiest day of a woman's life,
And that nothing should come in between,
The perfect bride and her groom.
 
I remember those young moments when I used to dream,
Of how our wedding would seem.
It was just like I had imagined,
A pretty day like today.
 
Slipping into my white dress and stilettos,
I think of the way you had proposed.
The way I had always wished for,
A dazzling ring in sparkling champagne.
 
I switch to happier thoughts from our past,
Holding hands, watching stars, laying on the grass.
We were high school sweethearts,
The perfect couple was what they called us.
 
We spent our days sneaking in a few kisses,
We used to pretend to be Mister and Mistress.
We were in love,
The crazy, eternal and rare kind.
 
Memories are shoved as mother comes into the room,
Holding a few red roses in full bloom.
Her eyes are teary and her voice is shaky,
As she whispers that she is proud of me.
 
Tears spill but I smile as I slide into the car,
Remembering the times you'd sing to me with your guitar.
The times you'd reach over and,
Tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear.
 
I laugh silently as I remember on the way to the chapel,
You saying once you were the beast and I, the belle.
You  always bring little candles and gifts,
And laugh as I make my birthday wish.
 
I wonder if you'd be laughing today,
As you cut the wedding cake with the sugar bouquet.
If you'd remember our old ceremonies,
In the event of your new one.
 
I walk through the gates smiling at our old friends,
And take your brother's hand as his arm extends.
He takes me in but lets me go,
As we reach the door to the flowery hall.
 
I peek through the crack to see you there,
At the altar smiling, running a hand through your hair.
I slip in and move to the side,
As the wedding march starts to play.
 
In came the blushing bride, walking gracefully down the aisle,
At her friends and family, she nods and smiles.
As I hold my breath and wipe my eyes,
Our high school love story plays in my head. 
 
I remember the day we promised we'd never part,
Because I would always be the one in your heart.
But your bride and you exchange your vows,
And I find myself repeating them inside.
 
The priest asks you to kiss your bride,
And I quickly slip outside.
Because no matter how alright I say I am,
Letting you go was the hardest thing I had ever done.
 
 
- Miliya Parveen


Details | Senryu | |

Interfering With the Learning Process

 Leaders who inter-

Fere with the learning process

Will fail hard  life's test.

 

Teachers who are blamed,

For a leader's mishaps will,

Have God's back and in,

 

Every ferocious at-

Tack the power of the leader,

Lessens and leaves no,

 

Matter how many,

Tricks are up his sleeve. The thief,

Is in him and that's no,

 

Lie. Leaders who int-

Erfere who the learning pro-

Cess won't ever be blessed.

 

 Leaders who inter-

Fere with the learning process

Will fail hard  life's test.

 

wrote 12-2-10




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The Heart's desire

A thick flame
Flickering and bold
A Sunday drive
With penetrating charm
A gloomy light bulb
Lone and forgotten
Our passion is aggressive
& with it we are whole
-m.b.


Details | Senryu | |

' William Shakespeare ... ' (Classical-Tribute) 65th Senryu

‘ William Shakespeare … ’ (Classical-Tribute)  65th  Senryu




   One and Only Clear …
   He’s Poetic-Theatre
Oh, William Shakespeare ! …


Details | Rhyme | |

The Inner Person

Saw you standing there
A new kid, from who knows where
Judged you by your looks and words
And immediately thought you as weird as nerds

Saw you sitting there
Alone and sad,
Eating your lunch, and at everyone you were mad
I wondered why, 
Why am I out casting someone whose story I do not know 
Why did I make fun of you, and treat you as a foe
No even knows who you are
And from everyone, you are so far

I walk over and you look away
I'm sorry I started to say
But you stopped me and said it's okay
We talked and I learned
That the inner you had for so long yearned
The company of a friend
Who will listen and be there for you till the end

You had cancer and time was coming to an end
So you wanted someone that you can spend
The last few joyous weeks of your life
That will no longer be filled with strife

I'm glad we got to meet
Even if you don't roam the earth anymore with your two feet
You fly in the sky, in the heaven
And I can hear you talk, when I listen

The deep and inner person
That from everyone is usually hidden
Needs someone, a friend, who will help him or her smile
And I know, learning the inner person of each person, 
Will always be worthwhile.

©


Details | Free verse | |

This is Who I Am

I am me; and I know there are going to be people who do not like me

But I can not change the way the feel about me and I'm okay with that

Why change them, when I wouldn't want them to change me?

They are who they are, and I am who I am

This is who I am: I am Emily, a person that tries very hard not to judge people

This is who I am: I am Emily, I will be anyones friend; It does not matter what they did

It matters that you take them in your arms and hold them and tell them your here for them

Even if they walk away, it matterd that you showed them you cared


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Education is Power

Who is in charge of our children's education?
What happens when parents don't do their job?
When children have no sense of reading, writing,
till they hit that school room head on?

Who is responsible to initiate, ingratiate, the word,
so language is understood from infancy and
not suddenly at five years old when
communication receives the attention it deserves?

Parents stand up and take notice
schools do not provide the only source
You are your child's first teacher
You are the one who gives him voice.

From you he will learn expression
From you he will learn who he is
From you he will learn his roots
Give him your love and attention.

Provide an environment filled with books
A place where reading takes precedence
Instill in him a joy for learning
With gentle hand and loving looks.

Model the love of learning
read on your own or with
till without even knowing
he'll develop a yearning
to know, to explore, to evaluate
all there is and more.


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The Choke - A True Story

Sitting alone in the locker room
My eyes still filled with tears
As I choked in the championship
In my high school senior year

Winning the wrestling match
By a score of 8 to 2
Already thinking of the first place plaque
And with it what I would do

Only 15 seconds left to go
I’m already wearing the victory smile
The next thing that I am to know
I’m on my back counting ceiling tiles

Five victories in the book
And this match I am poised to win
Only 10 seconds left to go
If I can avoid having gotten pinned

With 2 seconds on the clock
The referee slaps the wrestling mat
Indicating that my opponent has
Held me for the count of 3 laying on my back

A life lesson was learned that day
You must stay focused until the very end
Or you’re apt to blow the championship
Like I did that day, my friend


Details | Free verse | |

That Moment

It's one of those moments,
the guy in you grabs the micro
starts talking on and on;
mine is often sarcastic,
from high school to career,
spinning around the questions starting with why,
no escape from responding.
It's like life itself, which is always to blame;
and which you can not do away with.
In that moment you go through a mental trance.

Next, a piece of music wakes you from your journey.
It does not matter who it is,
be it Ravel, Brahms or,Rachmaninoff;
But, mostly it's Pachelbel knocking at my door.
in that moment, lightnings thud in my world,
just as my internal lights are dead blind.

The dried, barren soil kisses the wild stream
through cracked lips,
A mom presses her toddler into her chest,
that moment, life leaps into joy
stripped of mournful sorrow.
It feels like seeing the smile on the kid's face
who made her first step;
it feels like being picked up by
the Baroque tune in "Canon In D".

To some others,
it feels like waking up to Miles Davis.

People keep pouring through the streets,
no matter what happened last night;
it's like life itself,which is always to blame
and which you can not do away with.

Next, my eyes get blurry
they see the loved one behind
the foggy hills of my mind.

it feels like covering her naked body with blanket,
shielding off the morning breeze
slipping through our ajar window
as bed sheets smells of our sweat of bliss.
That moment, it feels like sensing life
running through your veins.

So, you show interest in these verses
partnering with me in that moment
don't be intimidated with sharing it
It feels like being a single body, united
with all of our good deeds and sins.

Afar, The Sun sends her last rays
down the snow capped mountains of my heart
that moment, my ears are cozily stuck with
the arias of Andrea Bocelli, warm and gripping
it feels like my dad's still alive and smiling


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THE CALL TO DUTY: A SOLDIER'S POEM

I went straight from High school into the service,
I was feeling proud but extremely nervous.
My mother cried with tears of joy,
she said, “I will try to stop referring to you as my little boy.”

I arrived at Basic Training with a bus load of candidates,	
we were greeted quite loudly at the main entry gates. 
The Drill Sergeants called us everything they could think of,
we knew, at least from them, we would receive no love.

We were too young to drink and barely able to vote,
we were all different races, but we were in the same boat.
We had eight weeks to learn how to work as a team,
we started to believe that it was all a bad dream!

We went to bed late but were up before dawn,
we do more before nine is definitely right on!
Basic Training was tough but we all got through it,
things would get worst and we pretty much knew it.

We would be on the front lines as Infantry Soldiers,
there would be a lot of responsibility put on our shoulders.
The first orders we received took us to the Middle East,
our primary mission was to bring about peace.

For the first time in our lives we were in a foreign land,
the things we saw you could never understand.
The precision bombings caused so much destruction,
the whole place looks like it needs reconstruction.

We are under attack on a regular basis,
our so-called enemy is in more and more places.
Perhaps we are acquiring more and more enemies, 
the hate for us here is like an infectious disease.

We were instrumental in removing a terrible dictator,
but the level of danger here has gotten even greater.
Nobody wants to admit that we are in a civil war,
many of us are now on our second or third tour.

I have lost some of my comrades along the way,
we all know the risks and that is all I can say.
We will defend our country from all enemies, foreign and domestic,
we are a force to be reckoned with and we are not to be messed with!

We will win this so-called war on terror,
messing with the United States was their biggest error!
A successful completion of our mission would be a thing of beauty,
we are proud we answered “the call to duty.” 


Details | I do not know? | |

It's Never Enough!

***Based off the song by Five Finger D**th Punch and dedicated to those boys/bullies at my 
school who think they can just beat me up because I have life problems and I am weak and 
could hurt me Physically,Mentally and Emotionally....You were soooo wrong....***



I gave you what you told me you wanted and needed
But yet you wanted even more
So then I would find myself in trouble with you and your friends
And by time you were done my mind was screwed up more,
My emotions isolated And my skin ripped open with black and purple spots all over my body
I told yet you only got a laugh and a pat on the back
I got in to trouble and called a little liar

But you hurt me once too many times one day
The day when my friend had shot himself
And the day I first self-distructed myself
With a rusted pair of sissors I found a way to cope
And allI had to do was take them and slice hard,fast and deep
For me to feel numb and isolated once again....


I hope that your guys's day comes and hits you with a BIG HUGE BANG!
And that I am there to see it all...


The End...For Now That Is...


Details | Free verse | |

Mary Jane

Mary Jane

A bad night to be alone
I don't feel like doing anything
No writing
No painting
Nothing at all
I can hear life outside my door
Mary Jane is an honored guest
I have been with her so many times
Sharing my life with her
She was the girl I could not live without
My mind feels better when she is around
I have never worried about being with her
She shared my life through high school and college
Helped me getting so many things done
I could always depend on Mary Jame to help
She is just outside my door
Smelling so sweet she is beyond imagination
Coming in my mind wanders
My senses rise to taste her
My thoughts travel to her sensuous touch
I take one small taste and the universe changes
Becomes more real and peaceful
How can anyone live with her
I will never know
I never want to know
Mary Jane is my one and only love
She will never know it
But she keeps coming around to my house
My door will always be open for her
She is always welcome
She is my muse.
Without her I am nothing
Nothing 


Details | I do not know? | |

So You Just Assume

So you have an MBA but you 
felt empty at times
You have gone to school for a 
couple of years
You are knowledgeable in that 
particular field that you are so 
captivated with
Now you sit down to lunch with 
an old friend from high school 
that only has her Associates 
degree
You start speaking about your 
thesis and the people you have 
worked with 
You state you have traveled to 
China, Austria and England 
For the whole time you're 
taking not giving your friend 
time to talk because you 
assume
she only has an associates and 
haven't done much with her life 
BUT
finally you take a breath and 
decide to give her a moment to 
talk
and then your friend says
Well
I am currently married to a 
lovely man for over 9 years
I have two lovely children 
I have two businesses that my 
husband and I run
We are about to set up a third 
business in Hong Kong as well
I have given my life to Christ 
and I am so at peace 
Your mouth drop and you 
realize Wow you should have 
never judged your friends 
potential growth over the years 
just because you never stayed 
in contact 
You realize just because you 
have your MBA and you have 
traveled doesn't make you any 
better than her 
(NEVER LOOK DOWN ON 
PERSON)
Written by Patricia Lewis


Details | Quatrain | |

Successful Relationship

For a joyful
Peaceful
Successful relationship
You need spiritual and mental union


12132011


Details | Free verse | |

Rain drops

A drop of rain hits the pavement and explodes into hunreds of little rain drops laying all over the dark cold pavement.  I cant help but feel like this is like my life i finally get everything into one raindrop.  Then it all hits the pavement and its back into hundreds of little drops all over the place.  And i have to pick up all the little drops all over again only for it all to hit the dark cold pavement yet one more time . Maybe this is why we are sad when it rains or. Maybe this is why we are tired when it rains because we have givin all we can give but that rain drop still hits the ground.


Details | I do not know? | |

CRITERIA OF THE JEWISH CANON 11022011


In the several centuries 
Before the coming of Christ
The Jews in Palestine re-examined 
Eliminated some of the books 

From existing collection
As not in harmony with the Law of Moses as 
Of doubtful inspiration
The Pharisees set up four criteria 

Which their sacred 
Books had to pass 
In order to be included 
In the revised Jewish Canon

(1)	They had to be in harmony with the Pentateuch (Torah or Law)

(2)	They had to be written before the time of Ezra

(3)	They had to be written in Hebrew

(4)	They had to have been written in Palestine


Details | Bio | |

They Called Him Tiny Tim

Yeah they called him Tiny Tim....so dam tiny he fitted through the basketball rim
 everytime they were out yeah he was hiding in 
yeah, while they were out he was holding back from enjoyin the young life of sin 
 but he cared little none for the drugz, the liquor or the shiny gin 
all he wanted was someone to care, someone to show him atleast a grin 
He was soo dam small people started calling him Nemo without the broken smaller fin
 while his peers were out making dough off dope he was out collecting cans of tin
 Light shone upon others dreams while upon his hopes the light remained dim 
He was hated on because the size and weight of his body, not the color of his skin
 half breed yeah he was as he played ball they laughed at how he came to their chin
 he was just a young boy living in a world of hateful men 
But he cared not cuz he would get the **** back up and try again 
they told him he would never BE 
that he would never succeed 
he would never be apart of something or anything 
but with a stroke of luck he doing something 
no more hiding and no more ****ing running 
People see his attitude and life now aint it stunning 
His life shooting off cant you see Tiny Tim with a Bazooka Gunning 
But now He living for something and dying for nothing 
he made it through high school while most his haters were frontin 
staying in school payed off now his life career is out on sidewalks jumping 
while he sees his past peers life out in the ghetto life with drugs and alcohol dumping
 He was gone for a minute lockdown but make way TINY TIM IS COMING


Details | Free verse | |

Just Don't Ditch Us

A child disliking middle aged woman
Managed to get a few weeks off
Then you came and brought happiness to the library
Just don't ditch us

You were nice to us
You let us play games
You reminded us you were only a sub
Just don't ditch us

Days counted down
But the number was unconfirmed
The only condition was
Just don't ditch us

You saw my talents
You saw for what I am
Please go full time
Just don't ditch us

Then you left
Back the way it was
I should be used to it
But I don't have to like it

Every day I wished you would come back
So did the rest of the pack
Everyone knew I missed her
You coming back? When will that occur?

Then the librarian finally left
For good this time?
Subs came and gone
Every one of them I frowned upon

But something happened
Like the jackpot on a slot machine
You came back
Like a lost cat

Is our bitter librarian gone for good
Or just a few weeks
It could be end of year luck
Or is everything at it's peak?

Whatever happens
Just don't ditch us!


Details | Narrative | |

Football Burt

So tender in years,
my heart still unhurt,
I remember his name,
sexy football Burt.

All the girls,
would moan, and sigh,
every time,
this hunk passed by.

Not a beauty,
I was tall, and lean,
some called me beanpole,
kids can be so mean.

So unnoticed,
and so very shy,
if a guy spoke to me,
I would nearly die.

My face turned red,
as my heart raced crazy wild,
it happened every time,
a guy would smile.

Then it seemed,
a change came overnight,
my clothes started clinging,
to my curves overnight.

My hair started growing,
and the color changed,
the sunshine had bleached it,
or that was what I claimed.

Enjoying my freshman year
in my mini skirt,
a high school girl,
learning to flirt.

So tender in years,
my heart still unhurt,
I remember his name,
sexy football Burt.






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The Point of No Return

Sixteen year old sweethearts, in her house all alone;
Her father still at work, her mother not at home;
Kissing they had tried; leaving hickies on their necks;
Petting body parts, they would venture onto next.

TV providing light in her otherwise dark playroom;
Anticipation and fear, the young couple both consume.
Zippers unzip; not sure of what they might find,
“Stop”; “Keep on going”; playing ping-pong in their mind.

Touching other’s body parts; enjoying where they are touched;
Worried that they may be liking it a little bit too much.
Conscience of each other breathing deeper as they explore,
Also listening carefully for the closing of a car door.

Bodies start to entwine, venturing further then they had thought;
Biology they learned in school but this topic had not been taught.
How to stop once you’ve gone this far is a lesson hard to learn,
As this high school sweetheart couple reach the point of no return.

Clumsily they manage to get through their first time;
Pleasure, pain and guilt feelings make a mixture quite sublime.
Quietly they get dressed as they hear her Mom walk in the door,
Both of them wondering if they’ll ever do this any more.


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Loneliness Is A Powerful Thing

Loneliness is a powerful thing...
It always hurts your feelings

When somebody tells you wrongs
About your beliefs...

When someone stabs you verbally
And emotionally scarring you for years.

All those fears, turn into fear of
Being true and strong-willed for yourself...

Other people may never remember your pain,
And pretend it was nothing like they took it in vain.

Loneliness kills you when you see
What others might have and you ask "Why can't that be me?"...

Guiltiness of envy causes even more loneliness,
The kind of feeling that tells
What kind of spells negative thoughts put on you...

Forcing you to believe
That what if everyone hates you.

Feeling hurt and corrupted after hearing others...
Saying you're bad to others,
Making you think "They don't understand anything..."

Feeling ignored and bored
When you start to feel left out,
You start to doubt about the friends you have.
(Any kind of) Loneliness is a powerful thing...


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Untitled #335 / Astronomy club

Astronomy club. After school.
Search for moon in vain. Play with telescope. 
Stare at clouds. Learn to juggle.
Admire Mr. Milligan (Clym Yeobright)
and the invisible stars.


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DAEP

Stuck here in this building,
Not easily amused,
This place is for the bad ones,
The ones mentaly abused.

So easily forgotten,
In this god forsaken place,
They make a point to take away
Our place in human race.

They suffocate our minds,
They take all our realities,
They take away our lives, 
And now they take our personalities.

So all of you back home,
The ones that have a choice,
Is there a place still in your heart,
For my pathetic voice.

I now shall feel forever lost,
In my beloved's minds,
Please Jacob don't forget me, 
Please dont leave my heart behind.


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Hypocrisy

Hypocrisy
When someone prevents another 
from doing something
Whom he practices

Sitting with the girls
Chatting them up
Guess who stops by to say hi
The Hypocrite
He tells me to stay away from them
Protective like a pimp
How is that hypocrisy?
He sits with girls every day
So much he should get paid
Going out with the girls
Doing drugs with the girls
I try to go for mine
But hypocrisy gets crammed down my throat
If I meet a girl
Not taken by this hypocrite
I'll do it myself....


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I Have No Life

I have no life. My social status had been destroyed after high school graduation and I've
been depressed since the age of 13. All of my friends have left my life for good. I'm
trying to cope, or better yet, deal with these changes, but I just have mixed feelings
about them. I have no life because I've wasted my time thinking about the past, instead of
looking at the future. Over the years, I've experienced heartbreak, after heartbreak,
after heartbreak. When all of the girls of my dreams have been taken by other guys before
I had a chance to talk to them, I almost lost it. And when I found out that girls my age
had real boyfriends already and/or already married to their husbands with children, I
almost flipped and I cried; like, sobbing; in tears. It's like somebody has stolen someone special from me.
It's also like I matter to no one. And on top of all that, it's like someone took a
butcher knife out of the kitchen, stabbed me right in the abdomen, plunged another butcher
knife right into my chest, and ripped---nay---yanked my heart out; killing me in an
instant. This type of rejection is sad, depressing, and it breaks my heart just thinking
about it. I wish I could go back in time and change everything, but I can't do that.
There's nothing that I can do to change the past; it's already done. This isn't what I had
in mind. Right now, I wish that things were better if I hadn't been rejected one to many
times and I were to walk into someone else's shoes.


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Untitled #307 / It's mid-October

It’s mid-October, and the cool morning air
refreshes and replenishes the players as they march
across a muddy lacrosse field, the low sun
that manages to peek through the gray clouds
glistening off the beady surface of grass blades.
The stage is set for glory.


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Hunting the zero man

A spoilt photo,a wasted life,
failure as a father,the experiment didn't come off.
So great was my abhorrence at the sight of humanity
that i decided to give her the go-by.
Ladies and gentlemen i introduce you,
the disintegration of my personality.
Brand me with a red-hot iron,iam the killer,
Lynch me ,who will struck the first blow?
Be stunned because iam the zero man.
Fully aware of the danger,iam the cracker man
so don't be soppy.
Sentimentalism is the reason of stupidity
and the end justifies the means.
Nothing ever put me out,no shiver all over my body.
Zero.
I will save my skin once again,believe it or not
and i will do this with fussiness,take it or leave it.

A clenched-fist salute to the dead child in front of my car.

I killed again giving birth to nothing.


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Amidst Heavy rains

Amidst the heavy rains,standing here I'm,
Holding my hands together ,hoping to be fine.

Walking through the streets ,repenting upon the past,
thinking what to do next,and when did I smile last.

Nothing seems to strike,nothing going my way,
however hard i try,no use of what I say.

To whom shall I show, the scars of my life,
the pain of which ,increases my strife.

I have reached a stage ,at which I can't turn back,
to fulfill my wishes which my life lack.

Now I wish sometimes,I still had been a boy,
to be loved by everyone,filled every moment with joy.

But time and again,reality comes back to me,
and amidst heavy rains I'm again on a crying spree.


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Pain's Phases

I am my own hero
Life is not a zero!

Still thinking it as weird?
I'm over what I feared!

Think I passed the worst 
Was high school cursed?

Get past the pain
Grow a new brain!


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No Title of Write

I apologize, for all writes.
At least once, I broke someone’s rights.
That’s why freedom of press.
Nothing written, make lonely nights.
Words written will always start fights.
Be aware, don’t suppress.


Written for
Sponsor Barbara Gorelick 
Contest Name APOLOGY ACCEPTED 


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The Tree Stump

My house sits at the end of the street;
The school bus stops here two times a day.
I watch the children gather and meet;
Remembering my kids that have moved away.

Years ago the old oak tree had to come down,
Leaving a large round stump in the ground;
A perfect place for the little ones to sit,
Waiting on their yellow school bus trip.

I started leaving little trinkets in the stump,
And watched the surprised faces grin.
Their excitement and joy would cause them to jump
When they found the special gifts planted within.

The kids start showing up earlier each day;
Searching the crevices before starting to play.
Sharing the treasures with their other school friends;
I am always disappointed when another school year ends.

One evening when I went out to hide some small toys,
I saw a piece of paper rolled up in a clump.
In a child’s writing was; “From all the girls and boys”
“Thank you so much for being a love giving stump.”


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THE GIFT

I found a rusted trunk 
Accidently, in a corner of 
My storage room 
Eagerly I opened it 
That was filled with my textbooks 
Almost of the elementary school 
Most of its were white ants eaten 
Except the top of a peacock feather 
A gift given my girlfriend at the school 
Now the past becomes present 
Remember the green eyed girl 
And the moments we spend beside lily ponds 
Fishing in shallow river 
Playing in muds under the rain 
And many many 
that makes me happy now 
a relief from the boring life now . 


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We're Living in a world today

We livin in a world today,
Where its streets over home
Heartaches where pain rome…
Its guns before goodies,
Babies before books…
Boys before brothers,
& family below lovers…
Its sex without rubbers,
More baby showers than graduation parties
And more funerals than weddings…
We’re blinded by lust, 
And trapped without trust…
We’re living in a world today,
Where everybody falls a victim to the street..
A bullet is the only thing they seem to meet;
Everybody’s a follower,
But nobody leads!
We’re living in a world today,
Where only parents read..
The obituary is one thing they probably 
Aren’t too happy to view..
But the kids who listen:
Its only a few.
It’s more obituaries than honor rolls
And this is what we live in…
Today


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Right to Knowledge

Dare to question madness 
Valiant, ever courageous 
Interrogate absurdity 
What you find vexatious 

Never refuse to face 
Unyielding resistance 
Stay true to your beliefs 
Remain ever consistent 

If there is a price to pay 
For the right of knowledge 
And the use of that thereof 
Say no to mental bondage 

What truly does define 
Collection of the facts 
Information that you gather 
And how it does impact 

Is unrelenting bravery 
In the face of adversity 
At whatever cost to you 
Refusing intellectual depravity 

Does pride have a scholar 
Possessing an education 
A wealth of information 
Yet lacking determination? 

To who do we really owe 
Development and progress 
Corrections of miscalculations 
And errors now behind us? 

The ones who stood firm 
And fixed in their direction 
Unswayed by obstruction 
Deserving of reflection 

Those we often praise 
The ones we often admire 
Are those who've attained 
Achievement of desires 




Camille Rose Castillo 2011


Inspired by: Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed 




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hopscotch

knobby-knee’d, toes that stop 
bend and pick up 
penny, marble, rock 
outside chalk 
on concrete, begging, for me to turn around 
for one more try 


Details | I do not know? | |

Hate

I Hate You! Yo did it again. I don't know why i keep going back to you. You have hurt me so 
much. You say you love me then you stab me in the heart. You say your sorry and then 
cheat on me. I don't know why but you think it's a joke when you say you love someone you 
need to mean it. I hate you so much! yor are a a&& of a person. You need to become a 
better person. You have hurt so many peole. Love is something you don't take lightly. I hate 
you because all of the pain you have put me through, and it will never change


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' Academic-Bright ... '

I Am MoonBeam
My Sisters, StarLights
My Brothers, SunRays
… All-Academic-Bright

My Family of Heaven
My Mother, DawnSky
Father of Celestial Lights              (James 1: 17)
Taught At Universe-High

By Father’s Master-Degree
And Mother’s Alma-Mater
Brother Graduated
Summa-Cum-Laude, Super-Nova

Dine At Dimension-Table
Of Cosmic-Family
Global-Bodies, Glowing-Grace
In Our Galaxy

Our:  Cambridge, Yale, Oxford and Harvard
Are:  Comets, Orbits, and Asteroids
Black-Holes, Pulsars, Waves and Quarks
Red Giants and Red and Snow-White Dwarfs

Enlightened Astronomers, Radiant New Worlds
Time-Continuum, To Unfurl
Outer-Space, Advent-Solar-Systems
And A Big, Blue Jewel, Freed From Cataclysm

Light-Years Away, From Today …
But Still Quenching Thirst, On Milky-Way
and Planetary-Rings and Eclipse
Satellites, and Soaring-Rocket-Ships

Atomics and Evenings-Scholarly
Lectures, On Pure-Energy
To Explore and Expand Brilliantly
‘Diplomas’ … thru Eternity

I Am MoonBeam
My Sisters, StarLights
My Brother, ‘Big’ SunRay
Shone-Academic-Bright ! …


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Graduate Scores

Marks have been lower
I will do better beyond
Graduate scores high

Russell Sivey

I will graduate Jan 8th 2012 and will enter my graduate program in February. I am excited for the next stage of my life. And my resolution will be to do well in graduate school and soon graduate from graduate school with a master’s degree! I do think I will do well so I believe I will keep my resolution!

Entrant into Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver’s “~New Years Resolution Haiku~” contest


Details | I do not know? | |

worthless

"Why have I awoken?"
The thought when night was broken.
I pinched myself and groaned,
And sat there feeling doomed.

Prepared, like the daily routine
Rushed and ran to avoid being late
"Eat," Dad said. "No father, I'm fine"
Along the road, "today I leave all to fate".


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Nathan's Song

*Nathan's Song

Nathan loved to be playin' baseball
Talk with his friends everytime they'd call
He would rather be doing for others---any day.
Nathan loved the lake in the Summer,
Skiing in winter--one slope or other.
He was full of life and had an easy goin' way.

Nathan loved to eat Mexican food,
Jelly beans, when he was in the mood.
He would rather wear his flip-flops than shoes--everyday.
Nathan loved dogs and playin' guitar,
All kinds of music--he was a star!
His heart was full of love and he showed it every way.

You were my joy...You were my joy...
You were my joy...You were my boy.

Nathan loved to laugh and be funny,
His impish grin was on the money:
He dressed up like a 'Sugar Daddy' at school that day.
Nathan loved his family and friends
Especially one girl---to the end...
And his death was full of life by what he gave away.

Though he's gone from our presence, he walks with Jesus hand in hand
And now, up in Heaven, Jesus says, "Well Done, Nathan...

You are my joy...You are my joy...
You are my joy...You are my boy."

by Deborah Burch

For: PD's contest of sorrows and make you cry poem

*Note: Nathan was a senior in high school 6 years ago, the son of my BFF. He was killed in a MVA; his girlfriend was driving, ran a stop sign and a tractor trailer truck hit them broadside on Nathan's side of the car. The other 3 in the car lived...as did the driver of the truck...he had just talked to his mom on the cell phone--which was never found...I wrote this as a song and sang it for them as my gift...It doesn't end there:
Nathan was an organ donor. Many lives have been saved because Nathan donated all he had left to give--the gift of life. This year his Mom will get to meet the recipients and they intern meet her...She, with the Red Cross, hold Blood Drives each year in Memory of Nathan: 'One Love Blood Drive'...This poem is dedicated to Nathan, and to the awareness that we can all save lives...
Donate blood...and be an organ donor...be someone's joy. love,deb


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Astheneia

She tries to raise her right, hoping to win the good fight
Praying that her daughter is safe and trying to feel right
Never seems considered with the unimportance of everything
If love were items, get a bigger table for what she brings
Her heart and mind are full but inside seeming to disagree
She never asks for anything more than days being pain free
Life was not ever given and she does not expect it will be
But everyone knows life is not meant to be lived in misery
One day she will get to the bottom of what is plaguing her
School and work are diversions in between times to recover
She is open-heartedly candid and singular in a lot of ways
Living her life under the sun looking for any sort of rays


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God or Father Christ

Apostle is a priest
Eternal Son is the Apostle of Eternal Father
Eternal Father gave the name Christ when He was baptized by St. John the Baptist
He ordered the 12 apostle to preach His Gospel

He was the Highest Priest of the Universal Church
Universal means Catholic or Roman Catholic
There is a purgatory
Yes, purgatory is in the bible

The 2nd book of Maccabees, Old Testament
Purgatory or Purification
Intellectually understood 
All as in everybody should be under Eternal Son’s Universal Church

Eternal Son is the Highest Priest of the Catholic or Roman Catholic Church
It is for the righteous to call Eternal Son Father Christ
Eternal Father is in Him
Father Christ sends the Holy Spirit


Christians will be in the Purgatory
Until they learn from their Initiation before going to heaven
On earth is called Rite of Christian Initiation for Adults R.C.I.A. to be the true Christian
Three types are slain

Father Christ is the pathway to heaven
To face Eternal Father and the Divines
It is my job to inform everybody
Visit www.fatherchristdivinetruth.org to know more


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THE BOOK THAT LIFE IS

The book that life is
The love, the trials
The tribulations 
Are all written in the book
Experience is our best teacher
Read it well
So you can foretell
The story to our kids
The future generation
Life of renovation
Accept compassion, kindness, love
As God fearing nations
God's Omnipresence
The essence of our True...existence

©Copyright November 2011 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved


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Let the fate decide

Let the fate decide 
I write not knowing of what comes
Not realizing the facts
Am not ready for the pain that is on his way
On his way to let down many hopes
To injure many souls 
To stop the proud of one another
I am asking if God could give me a chance 
To prove that I am worth the victory 
To study more harder
To close the lights rarer 
To give the ones I love a hug 
To give them my pride, my tiredness 
My hope for another day to come
And I be the one 
My ears are hearing voices fighting 
For what is right or wrong 
I really wish 
If an angel could fall from the sky 
And remove my eternal pain 
And give me a life I could smile in 
Give me a name, to live with
Give me a tissue to wipe all my tears away 
To miss the love of my parents 
And they’re respect for one another
Would give me a reason to live each day with
To give me a reason to fight for 
If there was angel 
Who would do all this? 
Who would send God my Prayers? 
And send God my begs and hopes for forgiveness
I wish, wish simple word, hard to make 
 Hard to achieve,….
Will the angel send my prayers 
Send my begs 
Send my hopes of forgiveness
Give me the love, honor ,name ,and… the reason to fight , to live
This life that has no justice….


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Fitting In

I enter the hall
wondering where to sit.
People stare.
I spot an open seat
and immediately drop into it.
Relief flows through me.
I’m a part of the crowd.


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Meeting Expectations contest

My life to this point has been pretty hard.
Growing up, being called a tub of lard. 
Always hanging out with the popular group.
But always being the one left out of the loop.

In high school I was one of the jocks.
The one everyone laughs at and mocks.
These people made me not want to face tomorrow.
So I learned to deal with it, by drowning my sorrow.

Eventually this lifestyle got me jailed.
Then I saw in life I had failed.
I vowed to change my life after that day.
They all looked at me and thought, can't happen, no way.

I got into school and made really good grades.
They said it didn't matter if it took me decades.
So I wanted to show them not everything seems as it appears.
Soon enough I was graduating college, and in just three years.

Your expectations were so ungodly high for me,
that you would never approve of anything I could be.
I pushed myself so hard, that I received my PhD.
Now don't care about your expectations or what you think of me.


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A FEBRUARY TESTING

A FEBRUARY TESTING

Distant voices through a window
Steamed up with thirty nervous breaths
And the thunder of a pencil dropped
Like a twig  falling  in a pond

The silence is choking, a penalty
Awaits the boy who dares call
His friends for help.  You pass or fail alone.
clock ticks are a measure of
the time left to prove your worth

The pens scratch in controlled fever
As the white paper yawns before
And the ink is squeezed unwillingly
From a pen tip wet with sweat.

The exam drowns everything for a moment
You must pass the testing.
Fifty years on another test
May depend more or less
On the way you handle this stress

But far off horizons cannot intrude
At the moment in youth when
The date of Napoleon’s death is crucial
Time crawls for you, races for another.

You are the sole oarsman in this
boat: which is all
Your life  -
For now


Details | I do not know? | |

The Crucible

I can only begin,
To express what its like,
To have gone through such things,
As the crucible hike,
54 hours of torturing pain,
Which only got worse,
When it started to rain,
6 hours of sleep,
Issued 3 MRE'S,
5 recruits dropped,
Overcome by the heat,
After 2 days of hiking,
We were issued our masks,
Taken into a chamber,
Were we get CS gassed,
With the rest of our strength,
We head for the reaper,
Into the mountains,
We hike deeper and deeper,
80 pounds on our backs,
M16 to our side,
Ascending the mountain,
Screaming painfully inside,
The Reapers a monster,
It can swallow you up,
A truck had to follow,
To pick recruits up,
though it felt like forever,
We had finally arrived,
Beyond exhausted,
and sleep deprived,
Then the DI's scream out,
lets pack up our trash,
its time to head out,
So get off of your ass,
The hike back was torture,
But as we got back,
we ate a meal fit for warriors,
then marched straight to our racks,
Some thought they'd been dreaming,
Some wild cartoon,
But we had really overcome it,
As a team, a platoon!
Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


Details | I do not know? | |

The Hurt That I Often Feel

Yesterday, I thought I seen the back of your head,
I felt my mind shook as I started to dread,
That you were there,
But then I realized,
It wasn't you.
As I left the airport,
I got into a truck, that was just like yours,
Then all my emotional sores started hurting again.

And later on, after seeing,
That the friend I wanted to have all to myself in high school,
Already had someone to be best friends with,
I held back my tears,
And fear that maybe I'll never recover
From these emotional issues that seem to go on forever.

And I feel like I can't keep myself together...
Especially when I see two siblings who love one another,
Wishing my siblings were close to my age,
Then I wouldn't have ever felt like I was in a lonely cage,
Envying those who get to have a younger sibling jump into their arms,
Whenever I see them at school...

She always felt like a little sister for me,
I want to protect her,
But nowadays, I don't like the way she is some times,
And I feel confused, and lonelier when I see that she
Likes her other friends more than me.
Yet again, more envy, 
And I feel guilty realizing it's wrong for me to be jealous
In friendship...

I'll make sure our friendship never ends,
But I know that my loneliness will never disappear,
And I will never be able to reappear,
In school with her again, it hurts,
Especially when I don't have someone to share the suffering
Of high school work and gym.
I still feel hurt and sad, everything in elementary,
That made me glad will be pushed away,

And I'll probably feel alone everyday...
Just like the old days, when I cried at night...
And my alarm clock was my nightlight...
Now I need Him, to keep me safe,
And be my light,
Because the hurt that I often feel
Is an inner fight for life!


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Lorrikeet

A bird lays an egg
She keeps it warm
It starts to crack
And it hatches, during a heavy storm

It was a beautiful Lorrikeet
You could tell mother bird was proud
So out of her own happiness
She joyfully tweeted aloud

Time to fly, little Lorrikeet
Mother Bird encourages him
So he jumps off the tree
And swoops through the sky like a queen bee

On a quiet night 
A van pulls up to the tree
A shadowy figure scales it well
And he was tranquilized, faster than you could to five

Daybreak in a pet shop
He was in a cage, that's all Lorrikeet knew
Surrounded by a rainbow of birds
Name a bird and It was in view

The other birds learnt of Lorrikeet's intelligence
But then they bullied him for it
Lorrikeet grew depressed
There was no bird to make him not want to throw himself in a pit

So Lorrikeet was trapped
Trapped in a cruel world of hate
One day he'll be free
But there is no specified date

But then a little girl walked into the Pet store
But like anyone her age, she was looking at the puppies
Little girl asked Mum for a pup, but she said no
But then the tears roll down her face, What a sad show

Then something is spied in the corner of her eye
The beautiful Lorrikeet looking out of the glass cage
The little girl runs up to the cage and admires the beauty of the birds
Which are staring at the girl like one giant herd

The little girl decided for ages
Deciding which bird. There were cages and cages
But then Lorrikeet tweeted. Oh It was beautiful like a flute
The Little girl said it was a lovely toot

And so Lorrikeet was chosen
Chosen to be taken home by this sweet innocent child
Lorrikeet was happy to leave the cage of sorrow
He'll be playing with bells and eating the finest seed this time tomorrow






I wrote this poem to teach that through the hardship of bullying, victims can go on to
live long fulfilling lives. Which is the only thing that keeps my head high :)


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The new girl in the campus

	First day at the college with my new car,
	as I wanted to make it perfect.
	Yes, dressed like a rock star.

	You know!  How choosy we really are..
	As to our whole world, it does affect.	
	And I was nervous, standing along the girls with cigarette and cigar.
	
	Then I met a boy, who lived very far.
	A boy sweet enough, with a brain and intellect.
	He made my day, as sweet as chocolate bar.
	
	I had heard a lot of stories all bizarre.
	About my seniors and what they object.
	And like a hot cake, the stories spread in bazaar.

	Then came a man with a scar.
	I got intimidated and my voice trembled as I reflect.
	But he was a nice man, who had just parked my car.
	
	
	All my lectures were equal to tar.
	And one teacher, was keen on destroying every object
	By the third lecture, all I wanted was to run away like a jaguar

	Once more I saw that sweet boy beside my car.
	Yes, I think we had something to connect.	
	Now he is my best friend and we rock like an electric guitar.
	Like superstars from America to Myanmar.
	 				 	
	


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Taking chances

Time it passes without any warning
I remember when I had a lot of hair
In a flash the hair is all gone
It isn’t much any more
It’s all grey now
Time hmm it flies just like that
People leave lives that is not there’s
There is a voice behind
Other times is a voice and a hand behind
Sadly it doesn’t belong to them
They never have the guts to live out their lives
Time oh time you cannot pause it neither can you live two lives
Again you are all grey before you know it
I used to wonder what people will say
What they will think
I also used to think who likes me and who doesn’t
But forty years has passed and I look around and discover nobody gives a shit
Your destiny is like a personal horse
Ride it to destination
Conquer fear and you will discover hidden strengths and talents
What else can I say?
Falling in love is personal but don’t give your heart to a fool
I also threw away time falling in love stupidly
But I gained wisdom and I value self more
The door of my life now has heart breaking detectors
It can even detect fake manipulative people who have no business around me
I just graduated from school of wisdom
A school of patience
They say time heals all wounds
But leaves behind fresh scars as fresh as the original wound
Live your life; make your own personal choices 
Even Gods leading expects you the recipient of the blessing to take action
Leading of God is action not inertia
No invention can pause time at least for now it’s an impossibility
Waste no more time
Pursue your dreams, live out your dreams
Open the window of courage and throw away fear
Open the door of hope and send hopelessness packing
Your dreams will not come to you go and grab it
Conquer your inhibitions set yourself free
Free from life controllers and manipulators
From people that use people
It’s a fallacy to think everybody loves you
Life is a mixture of haters and lovers
Builders and destroyers
Light and darkness 
Choose your side of the divide
Decide decide decide
Time is passing
Indecision is same as time wasted
There is nothing as sweet as living out your dream life
What are you doing where you are not celebrated?
What are you doing with people who don’t like you?
It’s never too late to start all over
Never too late to start living your life
But don’t wait till the end
To be alive is a great thing
But to live your life is greater
Much better when you don’t follow the crowd
For only the outstanding stand out


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Theatrics of American Justice

Welcome to system theatrics
An assembly of unjust antics
Where deception is no exception
Where justice meets apprehension

Welcome to a system failing
Its sole focus, rampant jailing
Is there hope for intervention
Or remedy for this convention?

Lady Justice, distressed and wailing
Crying out in constant ailing
Held hostage and kept hidden
She's helpless and overridden

Acknowledging the disparity
And lack of human integrity
Witnessing social disruption
And god-forsaken corruption

Mindful and careful direction
Rightness and moral correction
Is what our system needs
It’s what true justice pleads

Camille Rose Castillo 2011


Details | Ballad | |

High School Showdown

I came home to Mom's house, 
After being booted out of Dad's, 
And though they called me the Mouse, 
I had grown into a strapping young lad, 

A high school student who never fit in, 
I was a loner and an outcast, 
You could find me outside smoking, 
Trying to defeat my sordid past, 

But once in a while, 
Trouble just came my way, 
There was one unusual rile, 
Let me tell you about that day, 

It started the day before, 
When a gang cut in line, 
And hit my little brother, 
When I stepped up this time, 

They got mad and decided, 
To kick me while I was sitting alone, 
Hit in the back I jumped up and asked, 
Which loser kicked me in the back bone, 

Silence that day was all I got, 
But the next day I found the truth, 
For the guy who kicked me in the lot, 
Was now walking with a cast upon his foot. 

They came at me once again, 
Calling me out to fight the leader, 
And he asked me to fight him, 
Behind the gym and in his fever, 

He wanted to take my life, 
For humbling him at lunchtime, 
They would pull their knives, 
Gang up on me in this fight, 

But I told him no, 
Fight me right here and now, 
Come on let's go, 
Let's have our showdown, 

Right here in front of everyone, 
And his gang started to form behind him, 
And I began to fear as they reached a dozen, 
But I stood there firm and grim, 

Ready to take them all on, 
And suddenly fear crossed their faces, 
Then one by one they were done, 
Leaving his side they left empty places, 

And soon they all left, 
Including my adversary, 
And I was amazed at this gift, 
In the face of a certain beatdown, victory! 

Then as I turned to leave I found, 
The reason the gang ran away that day, 
For behind me stood dozens of kids from town, 
Who were tired of the gang and their evil ways, 

So when you believe you are all alone, 
You may be the one person who, 
Can bring people along, 
When others are acting the fool.


Details | Free verse | |

Druggo

Druggo
Step into a neighbourhood thinking it's the best place in the world
But in every hood, there are druggos with hearts of mould
Hanging out in a secluded part of the school
Or chilling in the park trying to look cool
Weed or coke it all makes me sick
Young or old I think they're all pricks
Drugs break friendships between the good and the bad
Thinking drugs are good that's so damn sad


Details | Free verse | |

'Man' - Part I

See, I try to make sure my facial hair is
symmetrical on both sides of my face.
It’s not. I know it’s not. You may not be able to tell, but it’s not.

I don’t get much chest hair on the right
side, but there quite a bit on the left, so I just end up shaving it all off
because, well, who wants one hairy peck?

I switched to boxers in the 7th grade
because my high school actually had changing rooms, and I figured briefs were
embarrassing.

I’ve never hit anybody outside of a martial
arts class, and even then it was mostly me getting hit. Well, that’s a lie. I
punched my friend when I was three because he pulled my sister’s hair. I still
feel bad about that. Also I don’t know martial arts.

I don’t like to hurt people or kill things;
I’ll follow a spider around forever with a napkin or a box just so I can carry
it outside. This one time I accidentally drowned a daddy-long-legs and it
ruined my whole damn day.

I like to feel things. I like that I’m so
easily moved by other people’s suffering; that I have to bite the inside of my
cheek in the movie theater just to keep it together sometimes, but I don’t like
that I feel the need to keep it together.

I am... a man. Am I?

Who sets the beat to which I must
Align my gait, my stance, my stride?

Who draws the lines of should and shouldn’t?
These lines embedded in my grandfather’s
forehead
As he furrows his brow to scold my
shoulder-length hair

See, I come from a land of chivalry
Where all men are (men men men men manly men
men men)
Where gender roles are rooted in fear and
insecurity
And every man is a threat because I am not a
man without a leash on my woman

How low must this bladed pendulum swing?
How long my beard? How trimmed my hair?
How unchecked must my rage go?
How low must this pendulum swing?
No, how low must my scrotum hang?

See, I come from a line of angry men
Old and hard, with saddened eyes
Men of principle and veracity
Traders, merchants and builders.

But see, I come from a line of free-spirited
women
Socialites, teachers and artists
Who look their best and speak their minds
And hardly age at all

I am not a creature of honor
Shame brings with it the comfort of my own
fallibility
I am not a creature of honor
I am not a creature of lineage or conquest


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the last of the funerals

“the last of the funerals”

today “the last of the funerals”
takes place &
the killings in CT get placed on the
shelf,
alongside the deaths at Columbine,
Virginia Tech...

those were the “big ones” right?

well, now, Aurora was a “big one,” right?
but it didn’t happen in a school, hmmm…but
12 died & 59 were injured---
still, everybody can attribute that to the
fact that the kid had orange hair, liked the
Joker & since he did it at the opening of a film,
it made the whole bloodbath almost cinematic
for those in the nation who didn’t die there
or weren’t affected personally by the dead &
injured, right?

sure seemed like a dvd extra to the new
Batman film, the way the media flashed his
picture in that courtroom over & over & over
& over & over & over & over & over,
every hour on the hour.
 
still, isn’t it true that 3 kids were killed
on 2/27/12 at Chardon High School in Ohio
when Thomas Lane blew them away?
(but he was caught & he only used a 
.22 in doing so, in some rural town…so it
must not have been dramatic enough? 
yeah,
he must not have packed enough hardware.)
&
what about One L. Goh’s killing of 7 
in April at Oikos University in Cali,
where he shot nursing students 
“execution style” up against a wall?
(but he was 43 years old & ended up
surrendering later at a Safeway, having
used a .45 semi-auto handgun, so…
still must not have been dramatic 
enough?  he was 43, over the hill, definitely
not sexy enough.)

do you remember hearing about those?
were those killings media-buzz-clip-newsworthy?
&
how about the killings on 2/22/12
in Norcross, Georgia (5 dead), or 
2/26/12 in Jackson, Tenn. (1 dead, 20 inj.),
or 3/8/12 in Pittsburgh, Penn. (2 dead, 7 inj.).
or 3/31/12 in North Miami, FL (2 dead, 12 inj.),
or 4/6/12 in Tulsa, OK (3 dead, 2 inj.), or 
5/29/12 in Seattle, WA (5 dead), or 7/9/12
in Wilmington, DE (3 dead), or 8/5/12 in 
Milwaukee, WI (6 dead), or 8/14/12 in Texas
near A&M (3 dead), or 9/27/12 in Minn., MN 
(5 dead, 3 inj.), or 10/21/12 in Brookfield, WI
(3 dead, 4 inj.), or 12/11/12 in Portland, OR
(2 dead)?

hmmm…maybe the body count wasn’t big enough
to catch the eye of the six o’clock & the 
eleven o’clock as well?  

SO, AMERICA, DO YOU THINK MORE GUNS
IS THE ANSWER?
(think this will be “the last of the funerals?”)
SO, AMERICA, DO YOU THINK “GOOD GUYS 
WITH GUNS IS THE ANSWER?
(just who exactly are the “good guys?”)

blame it on video games.
blame it on music videos.
blame it on horror movies.

right, mr. NRA? mr. cowboy-gotta-hard-on-whenever-there’s-
a-pistol-around?

just like those who see the 
increasing tropical storms &
increasing mass drought &
then say there is no such thing as global warming,
this america watches the wave of violence growing within
the belly of its empire &
then says that there is nothing wrong with the increasing
tension, stress, oppression & struggle,
brought on by the preference of profit over people,
giving rise to it all.


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The Death of an Unknown

There was a man who died today,
I do not know his name.
I know he was born,
He lived, he died,
And that he died today.
I probably never saw him,
On TV or in the news,
And he was probably not the most popular,
In high school or at work.
He was probably only well known,
By his children and his wife,
And might even have a friend or two,
Who will miss him because he's gone.
There was also a woman who died today,
Her story is much the same;
But possibly the only thing they share,
Is that they died,
The death of an unknown.
Yet being unknown is not so bad,
For it is a fate that most share.
So few are known,
Some by design,
But many just by chance.
The unknown are those
Who make the known,
Who pass along their name.
Just as a house is not a house,
Without its boards and nails,
Fame cannot be obtained,
Without those who have none.
So if fame is what you seek,
I wish you the best of luck;
But for those who at the end of the day
Are no more known than before,
Don't be depressed,
And don't be sad,
For you help the world to spin.
Someone succeeded,
Because someone failed.
There cannot  be the death of a known,
Without,
The death of an unknown.



Romans 14:7 "For none of us liveth to himself, and no man dieth to himself."


Details | Quatrain | |

What effect has envy on soul

Envy begets in the soul a want of charity for our neighbor
Produces a spirit of detraction
Backbiting and
Slander

11272011


Details | Light Poetry | |

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Details | Free verse | |

Peace Of Mind

Most of the class is gone
Swimming with the year 7s
The teachers I hate are gone too
So I get peace of mind

My classmates are cruel
I'm a pawn on their chess set
But they're gone...
So I get peace of mind

The PE teacher is a jerk
The feud we have impairs me from my work
But I'm out of his reach
So I get peace of mind

Bring out the teachers
Bring in the subs
They don't give us work
So I get peace of mind

The classmates love to swim
So a few of us still stand
Peace + Quiet =
Peace of mind

But there is something still on my mind
A girl that I want to be mine
But she's not here
I don't trust her with my peers
But based on what they say
She's only trying to play
I'm the one she desires
I assume she's not a liar
I miss her
I worry for her
But somehow
I still get
Peace of mind




Written on 3.12.10


Details | Rhyme | |

The Babysitter

I didn’t need a babysitter;
She wasn’t there for me.
She was paid to watch my little brother,
He was only three.

She was all of sixteen;
Two more years she had on me.
I didn’t know much about young girls,
But I knew she was pretty.

My brother was taking a nap;
She said she had a date later that night;
She wanted to practice kissing a boy,
And my height was just about right.

I’d never felt skin so soft,
Or tasted lips so wet;
I can’t explain what happened to me
The moment our tongues met.

The lesson didn’t end just there;
I won’t say how far it went;
But I’ll never forget that afternoon
And how the time was spent.

I saw her a few years later;
At a High School football game;
I wasn’t sure if she remembered me,
Then she shouted out my name.

She gave me a kiss and a hug,
To the surprise of my friends,
And whispered in my ear;
“I’d love to babysit again.”

I watched her walk away,
Into the darkness of the night;
Never to see her ever again;
Glad we practiced it just right.


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The Other Side of the Tracks

The Other Side of the Tracks

By Elton Camp

The poor you always have with you”
These words of Jesus are still too true

The folks who read this haven’t known
The cruel nature of poverty of one’s own

That is equally true in my case as well
Just the same, their story I’ll try to tell

For I have seen poverty not so far away
And have heard the things they must say

It’s in a middle-class town where I reside
But penury exists, just not side-by-side

Quite near, just across the railroad track
Live the poor, some white and some black

They remained almost invisible to me
Until I worked census and then got to see

Rooms in a shack sealed with cardboard
As that was the best they could afford

How many baths have you, but never mind
I already saw the crude outhouse just behind

Plank floors, protruding springs in chairs
I’d hate to experience the life that’s theirs

Food stamps and other types of handout
Are the things their life is mostly about

Lacking even a minimum high school degree
Better circumstances they aren’t likely to see

Their children suffer perhaps with silent rage
Drop out of school when they come of age

From this, what could finally come to be
Is it class warfare that we will come to see?

Some few the cycle of poverty will break
But most a success in life will never make

A sad, young girl sits and glumly stares
And wonders if anybody, about her cares

I can only describe what I know to be so 
But a practical solution I just don’t know



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FREMONT

FREMONT

my shadow drives ahead of me
in perfect symmetry
millions of miles in front
of the orange orb
of the glorious sun
dead so early
setting so young

the Deaf School lawns
are sentineled
by weeping willows
in which birds nest

now the road curls up
and goes to sleep
beneath its comforter
halogen street lamps
gain in illumination
as twilight runs up 
the slopes of Mission Peak

the little birds
in the weeping willows
on the Deaf School lawns
think it’s dawn
they busily set up 
an animated chatter
to welcome
this animated ‘halogen dawn’

but the squirrels sleep
and the owl on top of Conelly’s
looks sadly on
suddenly it seems so vitally important
to know what goes on 
in the mind of that owl

at the cost of loosing a universe
I must learn the owl’s verse


Details | Couplet | |

High School Existance

The dream is still within
How painful high school has been!

Should I drop out? Scream and shout?
What in the world is life about!

My existance may seem
To be but a dream

But still have love's light
I won't give up this fight!


Details | Free verse | |

To A Closed Mind

Here I am: a product of coffee shop
    bricks and apparition footsteps-freakishly
    paradoxical, hungrily swallowing placebos 
    disguised as Penicillin.
I harbor words deep into my hingeless ribcage 
    keep their tangled veins behind my
    lovestained, hatchet hacked Heart;
They cannot be silenced.
Who needs to know them anyways?
They are brittle cattle skulls left in
    desert sun, elderly faces stare
    back at me, cradled in my eye sockets where
    they should not belong.
Puppetry: I am a marionette on semicolon strings
    curled around their blithe and bony fingers
    which stroke the dimensions of my brain with pseudo-malice,
    fingernails dug into white matter,
    the right hemisphere's wounded meat. A ghost of past;
    inkstains still dripping like oil off
    severed whale bones hung to dry.
My sickly verses maintain their steady cancer.
Seeds I've consumed in hopes of daisies
    made me a deafmute Persephone, whom
    devours youth like Heroin. Unashamed.



"To A Closed Mind"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith


Details | Free verse | |

lost, found, and liberated

i use to lie awake at night 
and ponder of this pointless life 
up for hours and not make a sound 
i once was lost but now i am found
my sea of confusion, like moses did part
the instant i let jesus inside of my heart...
but than i let out a gigantic huge fart 
and realized it was just indigestion 
than like a sensible person, i began to question 
and out of those questions, came rational thought 
and all of the things in school i was taught 
like critical thinking and following facts 
so i came to the conclusion: religions a quack 
now i live happily, in awe of earth's mysterious beauty 
and if you don't like it, you can kiss my patooty


Details | Rhyme | |

Going Away To Uni

These days away from all I know
Do well to feed my wailing woe,
For all the dams for my despair
The weight of worry cannot bear,
And break my banks of bravery,
But I know who is saving me;
Each time they swim me to the shore,
I stand up stronger than before.


Details | Free verse | |

Being Free

I Wasn’t enough to just be myself I had to be what you wanted of me Plastic—Mainstream—Liar Without any creativity And a façade for a personality So I Guess I Just Live a Lie Just to Satisfy And surely survive Your torment spitting opinion but then, A Semblance of the independence I held inside No matter how small it let out a cry I will redeem my pride And be perfect, free, me


Details | Ode | |

HIS WEALTH 1

HIS WEALTH

He was renowned for farming 
ploughing lands as large as atlantic  
but his harvests he keeps beyond the sea
beyond the sea all he got

Down here, his roof leaks
his town roads untared
they make use of his wealth
to paint their town more white

he thinks his wealth is safe 
but the value they use
promising him security and secrecy
to shut their mouth from his people

his pots occupied
by cockroach and rats
as had been aboandoned by his wife
his children grow everyday
developing big belly and head

He goes back to use ibeleju as lamp
but he claims to be rich
his children goes fishing to pay their fees
the school fees he has refused to pay

they built a school for their wards
and beg them to look inside papers
nobody pays a penny
those are the people beyond the sea

his wealth is intact
but had been used
times without number for their anuual budget
they beyond the seas

Worms leak his intestine
and his offsprings from six to two
he took their looks to the people
the people beyond the sea

they gave him a name "Malaria"
Malaria took them all
contented he came
carring no less for his kwashiokor wards

His bicycle like buried iron
yet he appears before his kinsmen
to speak in language that tingles
they smirk at him

though the gods let him live
his expliots and wealth
managed and utilized by the people
the people beyond the sea

he claims to be learned
while they have brain washed him
he trusted them
and left our heritage

the gods forbide
our black heritage
that our fathers died to protect
like our brotherly love

Our heritage
that forbade greed
he forgot our maxim
that of Unison

him that our fathers gave the "Ofor"
the Ofor that represents power
power to protect our interest
our black interest

the gods bear us witness
witness of our unquenched suffering
starving in front of plenty
plenty at the so called bank

banks beyond the sea banks
the name for their civilised theft
theft because they use the value
the value of your wealth
to reinforce themselve

the Ofor has fallen
from his hands
the gods has departed  from him
but he will not believe

our chambers now lagoons
lagoons from the light shawers
our tables now canoes
and soup spoons paddle

mosquitoes now our pets
nursing our children
our working age amended
starting from 6  to sleep

our heads now bald
not from age
but from fetching water
water from the eden 


Details | Free verse | |

Graduation Day

Four years have come and gone,
Sooner than one would believe.
We've made our time worth its while,
But now it's time to go our separate ways.
Today's the day where we shine brighter than any star in the sky.
We're different in our own ways,
But we know how to come together as one.
From getting lost in a new place,
As young, naïve freshmen,
To strutting our stuff,
Down the runway of life.
We've made history!
The class that teachers will be proud to say,
"They were the ONE. Double the fun!"
Our time has come,
So let's show them what we've got!


Details | Quatrain | |

Mortal Angels

Mortal Angels as people are unemployed these days
Ask help for certain Mortal Angels
Today and everyday
They will not refuse to assist you

12132011


Details | Free verse | |

Invisible

It is empty and cold here
Even with all these people.
Like a big blur in the corner
I stand and watch the commotion.
They laugh, they smile, they speak
And no one remembers me
No one acknowledges me.
It is dark
Even though there are lights everywhere.
And I, the shadow; the ghost; the figment of imagination...
I watch.
And watch.
And then it is truly dark.
Everyone is gone and I stand.
It is truly warm.
And the silence is the loudest commotion of all.


Details | I do not know? | |

high sChOOL

He said, She said
That's all you seem to hear
When you walk down the hall
It's the same thing every year

Unecessary drama
That's all high school's about
You can try to avoid being trapped in it
But you'll never find a way out

Life was so simple
Before our high school days
Before we became caught up
In the 'how to be popular' craze

High school's so overrated
Ive waited 13 years to say
Im a senior so leave me out of it
I'm just here til Graduation Day


Details | Rhyme | |

All of This Education and No Summer Vacation

All of this education
And yet no real
Summer vacation.
I recall all of my
K-12 years 
9-12 especially
That was the essay
Question that I often
Hated. Where did you
Go this summer?
I didn't leave Monroe.
Hearing that question
Over and over again
Each year filled my heart
With drear and tears 
Wanted to fall
But I had to be tough
Hold those tears up
Build my imagination
And lie about the places
That I wanted to see
Across the nation.
I write I went from
Sea to shining sea
To see historical beauty
Of Washington, D.C.
To view the presidential 
Library of JFK in Boston,
Massachussetts,
I was truthfully speaking
When I was in downtown
New Orleans eating po-boys
And tasting bananas foster.
I went back to a lie
To the city of brotherly love,
Philadelphia,
Named by one of my favorite
Scientific statesmen,
Ben Franklin.
I want to travel past
The southern region
From the East coast
To the West coast 
For real instead of 
Telling a story.
I've worked hard
To gain an education
I want to travel the
Nation on a summer vacation.
I will say today that
I have all this education
and no summmer vaction
I want it to change
Starting this year.
My traveling from
Sea to shining 
Sea is near.

wrote 11-13-10


Details | Light Poetry | |

A painful memory

My life- so ABSURD!
I thought to go up very high just like a bird
As the days passed on-
My life became like an unstable castle of mud
My school life has been a piece of shit
In school buses got punishment for no reason-
"Yes you! from now on this is your permanent seat where you have to sit"
My life kept changing like seasons
Never stable always like a torn label
I was forced to leave my friends
Not to follow any kind of new trends
I gave as much love as I could to them
But back stabbing was the very response that they used to send
My life became like a burden to me
Have got no money with me 
Or else would have already flee!
Would have preferred living with the loneliness and just me
I handled everyone's emotions
But hey now I am sad can't you see?
The above mentioned lines are the hell that goes on with me!!!


Details | Haiku | |

Snow

I would like to see,
Snow, frozen  H2O this year.
It hardly does here.


Details | I do not know? | |

High school romance recipe

1. Measure and pour three cups of lust. 2. One cup of hope. 3. Sprinkle in some fun. 4. Two table spoons of rumors. 5. Half a cup of insecurities. 6. Five drops of stupid ideas. 7. Then stir together and mix in white lies. 8. Bake at 350 degrees for two hours then cool for 30 minutes. 9. Icing with heart brake and you will have a high school romance.


Details | Dodoitsu | |

First Day of School

autumn leaves under new shoes
hesitant feet, eyes with tears
backpacks with sharpened pencils
minds ready to learn


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Ghosts of South Dakota part 3

                     There were seven Indian Government schools.  All built alike.  The 
one I'm writing about is Spring Creek.  He Dog, Soldier Creek and White River, 
Grass Mountain, Two Kettle, and Black Pipe were the other schools.  The 
Headquarters for these schools was at Rosebud, South Dakota. 
	On some summer evenings we were able to talk our mothers into 
hiking to the lookout tower.  We followed the ankle deep sandy trail road to the 
cliff north of the school.,  A canyon lay at the foot of the tower but we climbed the 
bluff.  I don't know why we didn't explore the canyon unless it seemed dark and 
sinister.  The footing was better once we reached the summit.  The closer we got 
to the tower the taller it grew and standing at the foot of the steps looking up was 
easier than getting to the top and looking down.  My mother didn't usually make it 
to the top because she didn't like heights.  But she didn't mind being left behind 
this time.  We never could get into the building at the top because it was locked, 
but we could climb the steps to the very last one.  Even my little sister managed 
to elude mom and followed us to the top. 
	From the bluff we could look down on the garden.  My aunt grew a 
huge garden and canned the produce for the hot meals served the school 
children.  We kids didn't work in the garden very often, but we looked for the arrow 
heads and fossils.  Which, I suspect the adults probably considered the best 
place for us.
	At the end of the road, living in shack, was Old Lady Grease.  I have a 
vague recollection of seeing her.  Tiny, frail, wrinkled and gray headed is all I can 
remember.
	In spring and fall we were in school in Kansas.
	It's Christmas now.  Cold and usually snowy.  We were in a winter 
wonder land.
	I'm standing at the fire escape window.  The ghostly pale full moon is 
illuminating the naked arms of the trees as they shiver in the wind, swaying to 
and fro as if dancers in a ballet.  I listen to the winter sounds. The frigid air 
enhances their sharpness.  The ax's thud echoes up the canyon as one of the 
Indians across the river chops another supply of wood.  One of his peers beats 
on the drum.  It is one-thirty a. m.  but the thin walls of the tents do not keep the 
cold out.  Day or night this chore must be attended to for survival.


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Dear Bully

Shame on you 
for tainting good and pure minds
for torturing souls
for ruining lives

Shame on you
for prying tears from innocent eyes
and drowning their voices
in your puddle of pride

Shame on you
for carving wounds with your cruel serrated words
Just know in the end the victim and the villain
always gets what he deserves

So laugh as you may for now
until your words take someones life
but even that might not be enough to stop you-
afterall, it's funny, right?


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A Child's Chance At Life

Long ago, a parent, could assume,
about a children's whereabouts, and they be right.
Now, in the new age, that were in, a parent,
not even once, can leave their child, out of sight.

All because precious, is no longer sacred,
a child is vulnerable, in so many, a degree.
For there, are predators, everywhere, you never know, 
whom they are, and where they might be. 

However, everywhere, a parent can't be, all the time,
instead must equip, a child with, the defense, to survive.
Teaching and preaching, to instill, in them, the truth,
so they won't be gullible, in believing, the alluring jive.

Then finally hoping, a chance is being given,
for that child, to truly, become an adult.
Because when innocence, from a child, is then taken,
their progress, goes to a screeching halt.


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Detroit

Teens walk the streets full of fear,
A ton of murders every year,
Death,
Theft,
Hate and knives,
Drugs,
Money,
Murdered wives,
These are the things I see,
But they shall never create me,
It's crazy how most of our teen 
murders are gang related,
For some teens never had love,
After joining a gang,
They will fight for their lives,
To the point where guns are being 
heard,
More than a singing bird,
And murders are being committed 
more than child birth,
And some see Detroit as hell on 
Earth,
But no one pays attention to the 
intelligence our teens are worth,
For Detroit is a city full of broken 
dreams,
Hoping one day all gangs will work 
together,
And unite as a team,
Then we will create a great future,
For Detroit's wound will rejoin with 
a suture,
And one day we will make a 
successful cope,
Detroit is a city full of hope.


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Bandits

I used to steal to make a living
Now I catch those with horrible upbringings 

I was a legend in my neighborhood until high school 
Then I was taught that stealing and mischief was not cool 

I served in the Navy after school for four years
Now I am a DARE cop in the districts ears

I have busted several students with drugs
Discovering their drug dealers lowly scugs 

I had one case that took my heart away
A young mans courageous story I am about to relay

His name is Kyle Summers a 5th grader 
His efforts were never greater

His older brother Mike was part of a local gang
Murder Mike was his alias nickname

He never murdered anyone though he did like to fight
One afternoon he picked a fight that wasn’t right

A drug dealer Cameron Danz was lacing his Marijuana with meth
Which wasn’t likely to be anything less then death

Mike saw this and confronted Cameron about who was to receive
It was a couple of first timers with a curiosity for weed

Take their money and get rid of some customers was his plan
For he had no more coming in for a monthly span

A fight ensued when the first timers where his brothers friends
He was hospitalized because Cameron hit him with his Benz 

At the hospital Mike told Kyle of the horrible intentions
So Kyle set out for their fates prevention

He ran to me while school was just starting
And I called their parents to give them warning

They relayed that the kids already left for school
I jumped in my car and looked for them too

Kyle had seen the drop off point and left school to help
When he showed up the drugs where being dealt

Kyle shouted as loud as he could to warn
They heeded his call and cast away the drugs in the barn

Cameron was infuriated with this and dashed 
With all the drugs and a fair amount of cash

Smiles filed the boys faces when he ran
Though they never expected to see him again

He returned with a gun and held them in place
“Beg or you get it in the Face!”

Kyle held still and yet maintained eye contact
That’s what set off his violent attack

Cameron shot in a rage and emptied the clip
In shock Kyle fell forward more than a slip.

I showed up and tackled Cameron just a little late
I couldn’t save him he soon met his fate

In my eyes he saved his friends and died
Though now I live with it and sometimes cry












 


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America after 1962

On June 25, 1962 prayer was taken out of school
It was like losing a ring's precious jewel 
If you look into America's history 
You will find that it is no mystery
From that date on we haven’t been as strong
I believe we have done something terribly wrong
What they teach in history books simply overlooks
Important information that has raised up a blind generation
Youth, family, education, and national life is far from the same
We have lost morals and values that our forefathers firmly proclaimed
A Blessed Nation under God we have always been
But in the last 50 years it has become destroyed by an abundance of sin
Divorce rate is at an all-time high
While so many children grow up fatherless and wonder why
Gang violence increases each day
Teenage pregnancy has become a common way
Young people search for love in all the wrong places
Leaders in government wear faulty faces
Role models have become extinct
Technology while good has caused many jobs to sink
A nation rife with perjury
Broken marriage covenants In need of surgery
Unforgiveness extortion bribery slander and profanity
We need God to restore us too sanity
Hypocrisy, and lawsuits initiated solely for revenge and personal gain 
Doing things are own way has caused us much pain
The rich are getting richer and the poor sit back and cry
People have lost their integrity yet shake their fists at the sky
If you want to learn open a bible and begin to read
If we listened to its wisdom we wouldn’t have so much need
We have become too liberal as a whole
Besides having so much debt, we are all losing our souls
If anyone talks about God in school they risk losing their profession
Yet more and more young people suffer from anxiety and depression
Many are on medication making doctors filthy rich
So many people are dying in their own emotional ditch
Statistically we are on a downward spiral
Many people turn their heads or just live in denial
History is important to learn
For it shows us how quickly society can turn 
We all have to answer to God someday
And if I were you I would start to learn his way
For if we are going to continue to be America the best
We have to take a moment to address
All the ways we have allowed this country to slip
Take personal responsibility and restore our spiritual grips
Weneed to take back the people's power
We are living in a crucial hour
If we don’t open our eyes ears and mouths we will fall instead of just bend
who knows this time if this damage we can mend.

 by: Sabina nicole


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Opening Night

 There was a quiver of fear,
 of failure and of terror.
 The audience was out there,
 waiting like a lion, silent,
 eyes glittering in anticipation.
 A thin veil seperates us,
 reality and safety, 
two different things.
 Taking deep breaths, calming
 my very soul, flighty as it is.
 And then I take the plunge
 into the known unknown.
 For a moment, my heart stops;
 I feel completely faint.
 I am going to die, I know it;
 This entire thing was a mistake.
 And then I open my mouth
 and so begins the play.


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Cheaters Never Win

The east side of the river

I truly defend

The west side of the river

Had a fake rule

Used sad tactics and tools

To the west side of the river

Bend on your knees

And pray this may be

The last trip southeast

Because your tactics are weak

And belongs to the one who

Lives many feet beneath

The east side of the river

Has much talent that

You believe can be bought

This was given by the big guy

And both sides of the river

He defends for right

That is quite why you lost tonight

The east side of the river

I truly defend.

This is a cliche'

And I will say it today,

And smile and wave,

Cheaters never win!

 

12-12-10



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in the year 2012

My momas always told me always let the good out weigh the bad,
2012 has truely served her adage true justice, friends have been lost, high school transition has been plain out rough, my fire has been put out by crimanals bitter unjustice, threw this all i have still managed to sketch a smile on my pale, weeri, tired, stressed face, my momas adage always ran threw my head so i always smiled and found the best out of every impediment that stood in my way, my favorite thing about 2012 was learning that i could be bold, that i could be brave, and that i could over come heartbreak




joni havard 
10/29/12


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Transitions (I Used To)

I used to be happy
But now I'm getting sadder.
I'm trying to be an optimist
But Sometimes I end up as a pessimist.

I used to be funny
But now I'm getting serious.
I try to take a joke
But they all get me provoked.

I used to like pop
But now I find it overrated.
It gets crammed down my throat
But to old school I devote.

I used to achive without trying
But now I gotta put in effort.
I'm not losing IQ
I gotta try like baby birds flying in sky blue.

I used to only care about beauty
But now I'm searching for more
I want a girl who I can pour my soul into
But sensitivity is underrated so who?

I used to only see dogs as pets.
But now I know they're sophisticated creatures.
I have two dogs who would die without me.
Every second spent with them is a treasured memory.

I used to enjoy School
But now I think It's a prison
"Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge"
"I'm trying not to loose my head."

I used to hope life would stay static.
But now I know things happen.
Everything bad thats happen I'll pull through.
The counselor's telling me that so I guess it's true.


Details | I do not know? | |

beauty that kills

i see an ocean wave crashing with no mercy
destroying everything in its path
i see an ocean wave killing other people
swallowing their houses and their life
all of what they worked for 
is now gone,
nobody can save what under the water now
this one wave took everything
killed all of their dreams and hopes
but still it did it so gracefully
that it made me hope
it made me think of flowers
in an open field
flowers so colorful
that even when their asleep
they take your breath away
from the beauty they unleash
a beauty so disastrous
that it kills everything in their path?!!
wow, this beauty's like a curse on earth
it serves as well
but at the same time it kills are hearts
the hearts of people filled with dreams
well, none of that matters now
because their dead and so is their dream
some may have thought of college
after a four year high school degree
they all had hopes just like you and i
well now they dont even have a home 
to look out of the window on a long dreadful night
but those who made it out alive 
they can still dream 
in fact they can make it happen
build a knew hope far away from the water far away from the light
they may even escape the cold dreadful nights
but its useless because even in the desert will they live
a hurricane will start the grief again
so you keep building, keep achieving
going nowhere with your life 
just remember you can never run enough
to hide from the wrath of God



Details | I do not know? | |

An Innocent Child

A young homeless child
Looking for a home but finds none.
On my first day at school the mother's not around
To comfort me when I'm down-right scared
An innocent child of seventeen
I find myself locked up in a placement
An innocent child now afraid of time
Will I forget my goals and dreams?
I go to Maryhurst
And meet people who care
I learn about peer pressure and much more
Now comes the time
To break through.....
The Fear


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Regret

Every day, my life has been filled with regret. I should've found true love somewhere in
America when I had that first chance. I regret being diagnosed with autism, mild MR
(mental retardation), and OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) at the age of three. I also
regret not having a real-life girlfriend from another state, especially the State of
California. It seemed that I had an unfair advantage or whatever. Of course, I had a
somewhat good childhood, but it was almost as messed up as someone else's. The only reason
why my life is filled with plenty of regret is because I was supposed to have a perfect
life. I was also supposed to get everything right, that would've included my childhood.
Now, instead of being rich beyond my dreams and being a college graduate, I'm stuck with a
boring life. And even though I have no girlfriend or no job as of right now, the ones from
my past, it's them that I really feel sorry for. And those girls from my middle school
years and my high school years, it's them that I feel so sorry for, too. It makes me sick,
just thinking about a lot of regrets. But what I really regret most of all is that I
should've done something a long time ago, but there's nothing I can do about my past; it's
already done. Right now, I wish that my life wasn't filled with regret and that I knew
what my life would be like if I was born perfect and that I were to walk in someone
else's shoes.


Details | I do not know? | |

Clash

whimsicle notions by opinion, when cautious views are taken,
knowing underneath really nothing, while putting it to ideas of something,
judgement blasts itself in view, it's almost always a reflection of ourselves...nothing new,
do all these formulated opinions really matter? all forming opinions in our chatter,
does thinking your right humble you? without searching the heart, its a labeled view,
when teasing builds up, it breaks the heart down,
like high school kids picking on the dork in the crowd,
while seeing all the judgement, while it sits in plain view,
while you pray the chains break to see something new,
so does keeping silent seem to be the best option?,
to hide our hearts before the day of judgement?,
sometimes its hard to speak love without taking offense,
to see our hearts behind the intent,
this reflection humbles us, breaks us down,
we fall into HIS arms, its where HIS healing is found.


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Growing Up


lead with the right, follow with the left
do this a few times without talking,
then turn around and do it again
and before you know it you're walking.

Once you get used to doing it
you'll find it can be great fun,
practice this for a couple of days
and you will soon be able to run.

This will be just the first step
now you'll be doing this everyday,
your parents will be very proud of you
but sometimes you will get in the way.

The next step for you will be nursery
with some children of your own age,
this will prepare you for going to school
which happens to be the next stage.

At school you will meet new friends
and have lots more time to play,
then you can drive your parents mad
by keep wanting your friends to stay.

Your last school will change your life
gives you memories you'll always recall,
when relationships start to get serious
and you think that you know it all.

Growing up will never be easy
there's always hardships to go through,
but remember whatever you will endure
your parents went throught it all too.


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Judgment

Punish me for being who I am
Its only my fault
I asked to be born
Just so I could ruin your life

Judge me everyday at school
I know I dress funny
Because of me my parents are broke
Because everything I do causes them strife

Tell me that im ugly
As you tell me nothing I don’t already know
I hear it everyday from the kids that play
My back is used to that knife

Tell me that im nothing
Ill never be loved  cause im a lost cause
Lock me up toss me aside
Ill sit alone with my fife 


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Time for Thought

As you sit there in your chair and ponder
Your heart and soul begin to wonder
Missing the things that used to be
A part of a perfect harmony

Childhood memories make you smile
The time that has passed since, has been a long while
Christmas time in elementary school
Fun times in high school acting the fool

Long days in college and parties galore
And the start of a new job, unlike any before
Is it a merely daydream or is it not?
Such imagination in the mind, it cannot be taught

For a child can picture a day with world peace
Where the storms are to end, and the sun to increase
So use your thoughts to build the day after tomorrow
But beware of the thoughts that are filled only with sorrow   


Details | Sedoka | |

Homework Pain

Homework fears so great
It makes me so sick with fear
I hate having to do it
It gets inside me
And crawls down my burning back
I suffer for days with it

Russell Sivey


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

For Black Girls Who Considered Being Dropouts When Education Wasnt Enough

Situation #1 
Having it hard your whole life 
didn’t know if u were gone last one 
Sleepless night 
Life 
Deceit 
Your dads gone away 
Your mothers doing her best 
Tryna survive life’s everlasting test 
U say u cant take it 
Its 2 hard 
Ur giving up 2 easy 
Everything isn’t always gonna b ur way 
So u decide 2 dropout of high school 
And try 2 do your own thing 
Pull your own strings 
But we all know the REAL reason y u 
Dropping out 
Cuz that boy in geometry class studied 
Your biology and flipped your purity inside out 
And now your knocked up 
And confused 
Clueless 
Don’t know what 2 do 
Now wishing 
If only u wud have 
Listened 
2 those things mama used 2 say 
Hm, at 16 u just threw your life away 
Now your going out of your mind 
All the answers to your questions u need 2 find……….. 

Lets move on to lemon lime 
She’s so bright and stands out all 
The time 
I mean she’s so fine 
All the guys have tasted her forbidden fruit 
Yup she’s a tough cookie 
Like mark from reading rainbow 
But in roots 
But Mrs. Lemon lime shud slow down sometime 
Try telling her that and see does she answer that 
Ha naw all she does is swish her hips and flip her hair back 
Lemon lime thought she was dah queen 
So did dah guys 
Cuz,well u know what I mean 
Suddenly lemon lime started to rot 
Her parade went down 
She started aching nonstop[ 
Something was wrong 
She wasn’t blind 
She just didn’t wanna see 
All these guys that called her queen 
Well one of them gave her HIV 
Wow now what is this high school cheerleader gnna do 
Idk 
But there’s a moral to both of these stories 
Don’t b so easy and anxious to give up your glory 
This poem is for black girls who 
Continue 2 
Follow the educational rhythms in their own drums 


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Self reflection part 2

So I sit here and self reflect going through the lessons I was taught and forced to 
spit out the right answers I disagreed with and now have the chance to say Hitler 
was the victim
and in Vietnam there was no hero but a cleansing of getting rid of thousand of 
serial killers desperate for the love of an abusive god they didn’t know how to 
stand up against who wanted someone to blame
 When we write the next history book of lies about today’s liars and propaganda 
and confusion
And if I could sneak into the history pages
What lessons would I try to teach the students of a continent to say you don’t 
have to have church in school for there to be a god 
Look at me look at me
Figure out my riddle
If you’re that brave but write down the wrong answer or you’re in trouble
And then wait to find like-minded individuals

What lesson would I teach the world using all of the world’s actors?
Me as everybody’s fool
So the spiritually impoverished could study one chapter of history and walk away
with their hands full of gems and spiritual crowns and realize
they now have a test of psychology to figure out all the pieces of their world
to under stand the script we have written for them
and who amongst them are false and true prophets either playing along or who 
knows what domino is going to catastrophically going to fall

What’s the perfect act for my actors with me to carry them into history?
If I could just sneak in
But how do I get in there?
How do I show them history doesn’t care if you’re skinny or fat?
Ugly or beautiful
Stupid or smart

Do I care what essays the might write about me in the future if I was to make it in 
comparison to our politicians
Would there be a whole course in school called figuring out the world’s scripts 
101

I could change the world if you let me
And in all honest as I protest some things here and there
You are another domino
and a piece of my claim to my fame
and maybe one day it will be someone else
but 27 years of serenading me and stealing my dreams
Id rather have lived my hell on earth for a reason of where vie cried for the world
and had the confusion as to why my names are songs to be for good
then to be jealous of a man who spent three days in my shoes and was crucified
for trying to live a lie
But ignorance is bliss





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I will rise

I will rise
from the bodies
you threw down
you wasted,
gunning down old men's dreams
and women's smiles.
I will shake the leathery hand of rejection,
and scream blue success,
until you take your last breath
and sink below.
I will earn my drum
and beat it tirelessly. 
I will rise
I will shine
I will concur.


Details | Tetractys | |

I Challenge You


I
Challenge 
You to stop 
Messing up the 
Planet. Recycle, it’s not hard to do.
No more litter should be done. The earth
Is sick. The oz-
One layer
Has a huge
Hole in
It.
Ice 
Caps are
Melting the
Oceans are get-
Ting saltier. Species of plants and an-
Imals are dying. Natural disa-
Sters are more fre-
Quent. This should 
Cause your
Heart
To 
Soften
Seeing us
Mess up the earth,
Really bothers me. I hope that it does
The same action to you. That is why I
Challenge you to
Stop messing 
Up the 
Earth.


Details | Lyric | |

I Am A Jock

A bad play
On a deep and dark September
Gazing from these bleachers
To that ref who blew that call
On a freshly painted court in the middle of fall

I am A Jock
I am A Flock


I've got balls
A fortress deep and plenty
That none will discinagrate
For friendship brings me joy
It's laughter from my best friend Roy


I am A Jock
I am A Flock

Don't talk  hate
For I've heard much before
It's resting in my head
And I'll try not to wake
So It doesn't make you cry
For if I never would of put on that cup
You've  never heard  awwwww shut up


I am A Jock
I am A Flock


I have my hooks
And my cup to protect me
I am such a world charmer
Hiding behind an ump
So another won't bump
I touch no one and he better not touch me


I am A Jock
I am A Flock


And a Jock feels no pain
And a flock seems to die




This is off spin
To Simon And Garfunkle's
I am A Rock    LOL
Gl All


Details | Burlesque | |

Despair

Every afternoon at 12:24
Dwell the long gray moments in the middle
Bewildered and lost in a dark tunnel
With no merciful light on either side
Five days a week just at 12:24
Dwell relentless wormlike tickings of time
And every time I look, hoping for hope
The cold face always says 12:24
Stuck in the road, rolled into the gutter
Down to a silent screeching stop, and I
Can’t go forwards or not even backwards
Time’s cruel trick leaves me at 12:24
In some years it might be 12:55
And heaven’s trumpets sing Oh glory! But
Every afternoon at 12:24
I despair.


Details | Cowboy | |

Best of Friends

He was to be for my daddy, they'd said
as they scooped him up from the pick up bed
He was speckled & flop eared & soft as a sigh
My Daddy knew he had lost by the look in my eye 
With his masked bandit eyes, only one name seemed right
Thus, Ringo, was christened that long ago April night
Part wolf, part samoyed, part collie & aussie
He would herd anything from small kids to old Bossy 
Every morning he'd walk me to the school yard gate
Every afternoon he'd return & patiently wait
When I graduated from high school in June of ‘82
I argued with the principal that he deserved a diploma, too 
Wherever I wandered he was close at my side
Through my childhood years, we roamed far & wide
We hiked every inch of the old Hilton Spread & the Total Wreck, as well
I knew to bring him in with me, when my daddy would start to yell 
He moved quick & shadow silent & hardly ever made a sound
But just say the word "Ranch" & watch him come unwound 
He loved to chase the rabbits & running with the 'yotes
Its to his credit that some coyote pups had speckled coats 
I learned to trust his instinct when the fellers started to call
Why, when his hackles started rising, I knew to end it all
He'd step in between us & stare them down to size
Yep, if Ringo didn't like you, there would be no compromise 
He's gone on across the Rainbow bridge where all good dogs abide
But he'll be waiting at Heaven's Gate, to fall in at my side
He taught me loyalty & trust, & that love never ends
For sixteen years, through thick & thin, We were the best of friends


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Pressure

Pressure
Not a day goes by without it
It stresses the takers
But it relaxes the givers
Pressure is a sign of hypocrisy
We pressure people and laugh
But when we GET pressured
All hell breaks loose
All we want is a calm peaceful life
But pressure terrorizes me every day


Details | Alliteration | |

G

God's Greatest Commandments are good works
Gives us Graces we need
Gifts of the Holy Ghost
Gives us guidance
Gospel Goodness
Gets us going to grow for the best

12172011


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Sorry for the dirty laundry part 2

I wont repeat this cycle
I wont repeat this nightmare
I love you I really do
You are my mother
And no matter what any of your abusive boyfriends or husbands say
I will always
and that is fact
That is true

I don't know if it was easier for you not to call on our birthdays
I just figured you were too poor
I can relate
Sometimes I would get upset
Sometimes I wouldn’t care
And I know sometimes you blame yourself and think you were never there

You were mom
You fixed dad
and got him to stop drinking
And now you’ve moved on and on
Round three of another match of verbal abuse and beatings

I know you and grandma never really got along
And I know dad was screwed over by some high school sweet heart
So he wouldn’t allow you a lot of things
And after all your pain they are back together
After like 17 years of psychological abuse and tears and frustration
and his debauchery shoved in your face
I still have a memory lane too 
and know sometimes it’s easier to focus on the bad then the good
And I remember going to Disneyland
and how you were let in on all the women you knew and were friends with
Dad was diddling
as they chanted
It’s a small world

But mom
Don’t repeat the same mistakes
That would be like me rediscovering another place within the fire
I’m still stuck in the middle of a hard place
The weakest of the family being fed pills and counseling
As through me the age-old battle goes on
I know I'm having a hard time dealing with what you’ve been through
And no one wants to point any fingers of blame 
And even though I have no idea who to believe
The joke I’m not telling
you could both blame it on the alcohol that destroyed you rmarriage
Drove your children crazy
And now apparently your still both stuck with emotional immaturity
Sorry
Not like I’m any better
Thrown away and shunned for running away from alcohol and drugs
Keeping my secrets from you because you’re both too fragile to handle my truth






Details | I do not know? | |

Honestly can you answer this

if you feel alone in this world your not alone. i wish that everyone had a fair opportunity to 
have all the joy in life. love, peace, hope, tranquility everyone needs it! it is hard for some 
people to show someone that they matter! popularity does it even matter when the price you 
pay is losing yourself to all of the important things. everyone is unique and everyone is 
special. wake up no one person is better then another i dont care who you are. people who 
think that they are better then other people whats the deal. are you serious? why do you 
think you are better. more people like you? are you sure they like you for you or for who 
you pretend to be? see there are people that are more deserving to be liked because they 
accually show their true selfs. is it hard to care about people even though you think you are 
better then them? can you honestly give me reasons why you are better then them. Honestly 
if you can give me 10 decent reasons that metter. not things like cuter, hotter, better 
clothes, more money, better at sports, if you can give me at least 10 reasons that arent bull 
then i will shut up. if not then at least have the decentcy to give someone a chance thed 
deserves it. i hate that and i wish people would not lose themselfs to popularity okay. its not 
worth it if you lose yourself in the process.


Details | Free verse | |

A Lier's Lies

Go ahead, use me. Lie to my face, tell me it's not my fault. Tell my friends to hate me for 
a month or two. Tell them lies that are convincing enough to believe so they'll hate me 
more. Do you not know what you were doing? I was almost suicidal because I had no 
friends that wouldn't give me dirty looks, or sneer and whisper those same lies in the 
next person's ear. Call me fat, but ask me to save seats? You were lucky. Lucky that at 
the time, I wasn't in self defense class. And that, according to you, my best friend was 
your best friend. So you see, now you know; you can't go around saying that your "600 
Lb brother could walk out on the dock." But since i'm so fat. (Because i'm the one over 
there standing in the Medium size shirt.) I can't jump on the dock because i'll break it 
again. But you know what? Go ahead, say what you wish, Miss Brown. But if I were 
you, i'd watch what i say. Because i've got one big family that doesn't particularly like  A 
lier's lies.


Details | I do not know? | |

Blacks

It’s like we’re doing them people a favor
Showing them, that we own up to what they say;
Stereo types isn’t the way,
But we as blacks are proving them right..
They believe that we’ll kill eachother before the 
Last night,
& all our women
 gone fall a victim to the streets,
Weak minded;
Not even having our children anything to eat..
The only good thing we got going for ourself
Is education,
& that aint gone support the whole nation..

Come on nie,
We gotta take stand!
Teach our children how to believe in
Themselves,
Show our mothers that they
Can make it without a man!
Prove to our fathers,
That they’ll regret they 
Neglected us!
Tell our brothers the
“Freak” that noise,
& Stop that fuss!
Its like we all against 
Eachother, 
But it shouldn’t be this way,
We gotta get it together some day;
Them people know what they doing…
Pretending to solve these crimes,
But knowing their using the same line,
Only place they wanna see us is the cemetery,
Hmm..
Or maybe jail?
But if we don’t make there,
Best to believe:
They hoping we on the
High way to hell,
But we gotta prove em’ 
Wrong,
Its been too long,
Take a stand,
Cause black women don’t need any man,
Children needa believe in themselves,
Fathers should regret the neglect,
& our brothers need to stop the fuss,
I’m trying not to cuss,
But all this frustration just built up
Inside,
Its  kinda hard to hide!
Think about it:
Rosa
Parks,
Martin
Luther King,
Malcom X..
& More, fault
For our freedom;
Now we got it, 
& we abusing it,
Kinda like our fathers try our mothers,
But that’s a whole other subject,
We gotta get it together
& that’s a bet(:

Inspired by 2Pac Words of Wisdom(:


Details | I do not know? | |

Be Garfield For More Than A Day

Let's face it you're getting old
You can't deny it
Your time has come to retire
You didn't get fired, more like you quit

You say you'll miss us
But I know that's not true
You're glad to be home
You'll pretend to be Garfield, that's what you'll do

You might miss having something to do
But tv will take it's place
You'll kick back and relax
Next time I see you, you'll have a real smile on your face

So enjoy your retirement
Be Garfield for more than a day
You've served your time in this prison (school)
But tech. it's time to be on your way


Details | Rhyme | |

Real Teaching is Uncompromised

Real teaching is going in prepared
To work with nothing and come out
Accompilshing something.
Real teaching is uncompromised
Teaching whoever, whenever,
And however. Using many methods,
To get one problem solved. 
Motivating students brains to work.
Dealing with jerks who try to hurt
The instructor and in the long run 
Hurting the student for being so
Imprudent. Real teaching is telling
The truth and not spreading lies.
Real teaching is unselfish 
Real teaching is not worrying
About getting pay for it
Teaching for real is really 
Always learning new ways
To get concepts.
Real teaching is uncompromised
It is the key to really positively
Affecting lives.

wrote 11-12-10


Details | Free verse | |

Junior Year - Not Yet

The promise of a greater world beckons and calls
But not yet.
Flying could be so easy, like waking up after a long sleep
But not yet.
We must carpe every diem and noctem, sucking the very essence out of our existence
But not yet.
For now we must wait, watch, and learn
Ready in the shadows, prepared to pounce onto adult life
Like a not-so-patient lion finally capturing its prey
But not yet.


Details | Free verse | |

A Night Of Demons -inceptum-

(Note: This is the introduction of a poem story I'm writing. This serves as the introduction to the key characters. The picture is hazy right now, but as time progresses, the characters will change from blurry images to distinct portraits. Will they live? Will they die? Only time will tell....)


A Night Of Demons -inceptum- 1 A little child looks up at the sky, And sees the moon. A buzzing fills the air, So she pulls out her cell phone. A message awaits: You are going to die. She's an innocent girl in a world full of demons. Her name is Alice, and she's afraid. 2 The bus makes its last stop on the corner of Brambleton. A tired young man stands up, and almost falls. He notices words etched into the seat: You are going to die. He's just a simple man in a world full of demons. His name is Hank, and he's afraid. 3 The last of the dishes are put away, and she collapses to the floor. Her back is acting up once more. She notices a flash card, and there is something written: You are going to die. She's just a motherly housewife in a world full of demons. Her name is Ashley, and she's afraid. 4 Music blares in a pair of headphones, and a boy rides a skateboard across a busy intersection. He narrowly avoids getting hit. As he falls, a billboard catches his eye. He notices large yellow words: You are going to die. He's just a high school student in a world full of demons. His name is Darnell, and he's afraid. 5 The final boss in a long Japanese RPG awaits, and at long last he'll finish off the 100 hour game. If only he could avoid the instant death magic, maybe he wouldn't get a Game Over. But he can't, and the game flashes the following message: You are going to die. He's just a video gamer in a world full of demons. His name is Jack, and he's afraid. 6 The world is slowly falling apart Most simply do not notice a shadow watching the night. A foul wind whispers in the Shadow's ear the message of a demon: They are going to die. It's just a sinister shadow in a world full of demons. It goes by Joker, and it's not afraid.


Details | Verse | |

An Existentialistic Look At My Life

The age old question rumbled in my head 
Who am I?

I would like to believe that I am a sweet
deep
thoughtful
sensitive
beautiful
mysterious
dark
poetic
sensual
young woman.

A dreamer
With potential.
And goals.
And a life ahead of me.

But I'm afraid to admit to myself
what I've become.

A bitter
hateful
evil
lazy
fat
ugly
ignorant
white trash
emo
ghetto
hood rat.

Do I even mean anything?
My life serves no purpose.
I'm not making the world better.
I want to.
I try.
One kind act at a time.
But it's not enough.

I feel like I'm destined for greatness.
But how?
I want more for my life.
But I just feel so held down... 
Like I'll never escape the hell that my life has become.


Details | Narrative | |

Invisible Music

My ears are ringing, singing
to the tune of invisible music
as I fall into bed after a
short, scalding shower after a
long, exhausting night of dancing at the clubs
after I left the game with that beautiful,
beautiful young black-haired lady after
I spirited her away from her friends in an old sedan
after I called to see if it was okay after
I spent an agonizing hour eating in silence in a
restaurant with my friends who all had dates
after she called to say she couldn’t come,
her little sister needed her, her friends were coming over,
after I thought we’d set our plans into stone
after we spent hours on the phone talking the night away
after I had asked her to Homecoming,
after I had first laid eyes on her,
after I had changed my schedule from Film
Studies to Creative Writing
on a whim.


Details | Acrostic | |

MY Son Ross

MY Son Ross

My son has a special purpose in life.  I am sure of it.  His life was spared thrice.
Yesterday, he was a babe in arms; the days and years have passed way too fast.
 
Somehow, without permission (lol) the boy turned into a man, a good man.
Only yesterday, he went off to school…we vacationed and camped.  Everywhere!
Next thing I knew, he was graduating from high school and started working.
 
Ross, the baby in the family, is going to join the Air Force in ten days…far away.
My son has optimism and has set career goals; I love Ross and shall miss him terribly.
Soon, his life will change.  I can see him in my minds eye: exercise and more exercise. 
Strong and honorable, my son shall go forth and do some good in the world…love, peace.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 13, 2010

Poetic form: Acrostic

To see my son, Ross, use the following link to go to my Poetry Soup Photo Gallery:  http://
poetrysoup.com/poetry_blog/blog_detail.aspx?BlogID=4830&PoetID=14403


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Ghosts of South Dakota part 2

 The surrounding grounds were prairie grasses and brush.  Trees were 
scattered along the west boundary while the eastern area was furnished with a 
heavier growth of various kinds of trees.  Willows and buffalo berry bushes lined 
the bank.  If you were so inclined this would make a perfect spot for a picnic.  
This was beyond the school grounds, grasses were tall here. 
	I mentioned the fire escape.  Boy, how we loved these appendages.  
They were situated on each end of the school. Access was from windows four 
feet off the floor in the bedrooms.  We would pull a large wicker lounge chair up 
to the window and scramble over the chair using the high back as our final step 
as we boost ourselves head first through the window.  There usually was a 
screen but it was never hooked.
	 My aunt, uncle and their three children were the only residents of this 
school for nine years.  I can't remember for sure , but the first five or six years they 
did not have electricity.  Water, but no electricity.  The last two or three years they 
had a generator.  I just loved it.  I remember how proud I was when I had gotten 
old enough to carry the kerosene lamp myself.
	The lower portion of the school had a ten foot wide hall extending the 
entire length of the school with double wide doors at both ends.  On the east of 
the school it was four steps up, in the front door, a four foot long area then up two 
steps up to the main hall.  On the right were two large class rooms.  On the left 
was the kitchen, a bathroom with showers, utility closet then the stairway up to 
the apartments and another bathroom, with showers.  An entry way leading to the 
outside where the front yard was.  The commissary, a sewing room and a 
garage large enough to house a school bus. The west end of the  hall ended 
with  four steps leading to the outside doors.
	West of the school was the building called the CANNERY, it also was 
the meeting place for the tribal members and contained three or four weaving 
looms.  A double garage with a gas pump and two large tanks for gas lay off to 
the north of the cannery.  A dense growth of trees separated the school from the 
barn.  It was a well kept large barn.  Well used I should add also.  At least by us 
kids.  Other out buildings were two quonset hut buildings and pens, a chicken 
house and a couple of sheds for the hog pen,  Which I must add was another of 
our favorite sports, riding the hogs.  All of the buildings were painted white.  It 
really was a sight to see.


Details | Rhyme | |

Summer Days

Summer Days

The chirping of cicadas in the early morning light
Bring back pleasant memories of summer time delight
When you were just a school kid and had nothing all planned out
You spent your days like mine I’d guess, here’s what mine were about
You could sleep in late if you want to there’s no place you had to be
Its summer time and school is out and you’ve got the summer free
Head out to the ballpark for a pick-up game or two
Or maybe you’d go swimming; it’s really up to you
And when you’re getting hungry; head on home for lunch
Peanut butter – jelly – lemonade or punch
Leave something on the counter so Mom knows that you ate
And leave a note up on the fridge if you think you’ll be home late
You can leave the house each morning and stay out all day long
At first it might seem funny but that feeling soon is gone
If you get hot and thirsty and you did, heaven knows
You didn’t run back in the house, you grabbed the garden hose
You had to let it run awhile; that water would be hot
But soon it would run cool and clear and really hit the spot
You’d jump on your bicycle and ride for miles and miles
The exercise would do you good and the ride would bring you smiles
And as the day was ending; you’d hear the katydids
You’d know it’s time to say good night to all the neighbor kids
Then as the street lights flickered on; you’d hear your mother call
Time for you to head on home; REPEAT until its fall!

Mdailey  -  



Details | Free verse | |

Nobody Likes A Know It All Part 3 of 4

Nobody Likes A Know-It-All
(Or ... But I Know, What I Know)


... About Play-Time & Rest & Work-Shift Gears
About GOD & Laws & Holy Spirit Pure
About Faith & Hope & Man-Made Cures
Yeah, I Know of Somethings (Tho' I'm No Seer)
And No Matter What Others May Say or Hear ...

Believe When I Tell You So ...
... I Know What I Know

I Have Checked My Academic's Interior
So Furniture Where I Sat Won't Be Inferior
& So My Degrees Would Be The Perfect Temperature
And My Curriculum Wouldn't Graduate Immature
So Certificates & Diplomas Are Always Tenure

and  No Matter What The World May Throw ...
 ... I Know What I Know

I've Studied Thesis & Themes About Conscience & Jurors
Separated & Negated Both Rumors & Errors
So Wisdom's Alma Mater Would Polish My Mirror
To Reflect Seminars & Lectures Superior

and Now, I'm On An Honor-Roll
... and I Know What I Know

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

(Prov. 2: 1 - 22)
Someone Once Said That, "Knowledge Is Power"
But I Say ... Wisdom:  Is A Warrior In His Strong Tower
and Understanding:  Is An Army That Covers Its Ground
Discernment:  Is A Sentry That Watches Over Its Town

Reason or Rationale:   Rides & Reins In Wild Horses
Having Sense:  Surrounds Us In Full-Tactical Forces
A Discipline:  Is A Skill, Honed Sharp & Smart For Battle
A Lesson:  Is Instructions; Orders; & Rules That Awards Medals

Learning:   Is An Arrow That Will Reach Its Target
& A Teacher Is:  Commander, Leader, General & Drill Sargent
& A Student:  Is A Soldier and Apprentice of Them All ...
Yes, A Student Must Have The Strategy To Patrol
Yet, Always Remember - Nobody Likes A Know-It-All

Oh, See How Thoughts Are Being Taught All The Time!
Even As I Reasoned & Wrote Down This Rhyme
Like Bells That Ring or A Whistle That Blows ...
... I Know What I Know

* * * *

Humans Live For Adventure & Mystery
That's Why GOD Keeps Some Things Under Lock & Key
(Eccl. 3: 10, 11)
So, We'd Search & Seek & Survey & See
& Either Answer, 'At Last!' ... or Say, 'Enlighten Me'

and GOD Will Have Wonders To Show ...
... I Know What I Know


(Part 3 of 4)

     Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/20/2013 
      by:  MoonBee Canady


(Part 3 of "Nobody Likes A Know-It-All" is the serious side of  addressing "Knowledge ... ... So, this free verse is really about Godly Knowledge, Biblical Learning and Spiritual Intelligence ... (first) ... and then about education and different areas of study in an academic way.  So when reading this write - that should be kept in mind, to get the most out of it ... MoonBee


Details | I do not know? | |

"Confronted and Resolution"

School...A lot came my way there,
People talking but not stepping up.
Saying wait at a but stop,
But get interrupted by a parent,
Parent saying trouble is easy to get into but hard,
Hard to get out,
People talking about...I'll get beat,
In my mind, I'm saing no not this time.
Fed up about everything,
I've had enough,
Saying come on, 
Inside of me is a lot of pain,
Pain that wants to come out,
But that life is not for me,
Cause I'll end up in Jail,
From how I feel.


Details | Rhyme | |

Our High School Days

We touched each other every place
On the outside of our clothes
We kissed each other on the face
And we rubbed each other’s nose

Your prom dress was so beautiful
I watched it tumble to the floor
After four years of making out
We were ready to do much more

I was scared
I was excited
I was inexperienced
And, I was shy
You looked at me so willingly
And yet, you looked like you might cry

I touched you
You touched me
My him became your her
Seconds seemed like hours
Everything else
Was just a blur

Our performance was truly awful
And yet, terrific at the same time
We fell asleep in each other’s arms
Exhausted bodies and tired minds

The performances got much better
But the excitement started to fade
Enrolling in different colleges
Helped us go our separate ways

I hear that you got married
And moved to another state
I got married once myself
It was a big mistake

I don’t really long for you
Or wish to reconnect
Just love remembering our high school days
And that prom I won’t forget


Details | Free verse | |

Nobody Likes A Know It All Part 2 of 4

Nobody Likes A Know-It-All

(Or ... I Know What I Know)


(Prov. 1: 29* / Prov. 1: 22-33 / John 15: 19 / Matt. 7: 3-6 / Prov. 3: 7 / Prov. 9: 7, 8)




Nobody Likes A  Know-It-All
They Either Get On Your Nerves
Or Make You Climb Up The Wall

They Come On Like Squalls
Their Opinions Sprawled
We Shake 'Em Off Like Tattered Shawls
... Nobody Likes A Know-It-All


So, If I Happen ... Across Your River To Row
I Don't Mean To Come Sounding Like An Old Crow
Or Waste Your Time If You Say No ...
But Listen ... I Know What I Know ...

I've Read & Studied & Meditated
Perused & Pondered & Got Educated
In Reason & Rhyme - I've Ruminated
My Thoughts Into Rooms Are Relegated
Raised Questions & Quizzed & Investigated
(Even Made Some Folks Uneasy & Agitated)
but GOD Said That 'That'  Knowledge Would Be Hated
(John 7: 7 / John 17: 14 / John 15: 17-20)

So With All Due Respect -- So and So ...
... I Know What I Know

... of Innocence & Intelligence
Ratified Ideas & Reference
Cataloged Diligence & Resilience
Always Bravo'd The Beauty of High Brilliance
In Conventions' & Congregations' Confidence

& Assemblies & Achievements' Evidence
In Citadels of Archives' Residence
In Colleges & Scholars' Licensed Competence
In Trust's of A Counselor's Expert Guidance

and In The Word of GOD's Reverence
With Lessons' Continuance' Vigilance
In Meaning of Life & Purpose & Spirit's Significance
and Carpe' Diem When Possible and Patience ...

So, That Even In Philosophy's Status-Quo ...
... I Know What I Know

... From Countless Hours - In Half A Century of Years
In Conversations From A Constellation of Peers
About Life & Death & Future & Fears
About Love & Passion & Lust & Leers
About Laughter & Joy & Pain & Tears ...

About Mercy & Justice & Truth So Clear
About Fame & Fortune & What's More Dear
About War & Peace As World Totters & Veers
About Freedom As Kingdom of GOD Draws Near
About Why We Cheer & While Others Jeer...


(Part 2 of 4)

            Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/20/2013 
             by:  MoonBee Canady



(Part 2 of "Nobody Likes A Know-It-All" is the serious side of  addressing "Knowledge ... ... So, this free verse is really about Godly Knowledge, Biblical Learning and Spiritual Intelligence ... (first) ... and then about education and different areas of study in an academic way.  So when reading this write - that should be kept in mind, to get the most out of it ... MoonBee


Details | Rhyme | |

Cougar

Tandy was the homecoming queen,
Every boy’s fantasy;
She wed the high school quarterback,
They split at thirty three.

Tandy was still quite beautiful,
And had her choice of men.
But they always disappointed,
It seemed she couldn’t win.

At thirty six she was approached
By several younger men.
They made her feel like she once did,
And wanted to again.

She chose a boy of twenty two
When she was thirty eight,
They rode off into the sunset,
Like a storybook fate.

But time was catching up to her,
And soon she lost her looks.
Her fairytale would take a turn,
Contrary to the books.

At fifty one, she looked her age,
While he looked thirty five.
They stopped going out together,
Their romance lost its drive.

He was in his mid-life crisis,
His youth was all but gone,
With Tandy he just felt older,
It was time to move on.

He wanted to feel young again,
And so, at thirty nine,
He wed a girl of twenty two,
And left Tandy behind.

Tandy died at sixty seven,
With no one at her side.
And when they laid her soul to rest,
No mournful tears were cried.

Her boy had problems of his own
He now looked fifty one,
His wife was young and beautiful,
It felt like a rerun.

She left him for a younger man,
And just tossed him aside.
One drunken night he ate his gun,
Committing suicide.

We fight the ravages of time,
As we cling to our youth,
A cougar in a sea of cubs,
Who cannot face the truth.

For those who can’t accept their fate,
When time begins to groan.
This tale of woe, and tragedy,
Could, one day, be your own.


Details | Kimo | |

All Due at Once

Schoolwork might be the death of me yet, still
Everything comes to a close
Homework due all at once

Russell Sivey


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Untitled #302 / Evil monsters

“You guys are slowly morphing into
the same person!”
“C’mon! You heard Hannah! Let’s march together, Jessica!”
Well, gee, they look awkward now
perhaps my greatest fear remains unfulfilled.
…
…
…
“Well, Hannah, I would give you a hug,
but you look so depressed right now,
which I suppose is an even better reason to give you a hug,
but I don’t want it to be so dull”
Ah! Hannah, can’t you see?
TWO EVIL MONSTERS
CLAWING AT OUR HEARTS


Details | Rhyme | |

Teaching Is Not

Teaching is not brain surgery,
But it is brain enhancing.
Teaching is not rocket science,
Unless you’re assigned to teach it.
Teaching is not a bad profession,
But you do to prepare meaningful lessons.
Teaching is not what just what formal educators do.
Teaching is part of every career that you choose.
Teaching is not terrible.
It could be fun,
Especially if your students are learning,
And the teacher and the good grades are dancing,
Believe me it is rewarding and unbearable.



wrote Fall 2004 
while student teaching @ Neville High School in Monroe, LA,
while a student @ ULM


Details | Etheree | |

Bellowed Words

Strive.
Succeed.
Do your best,
Is what people
taught me when I was
growing up.  Continue
your education after
high school.  Don't stop and never give
up.  I hear those words bellowing in
my ears.  That's why I have not given up.


Details | Verse | |

Not Gonna Be Pushed Around

freiend to my face
enemy behind my back
i'll always here
so you are going to have to deal
with that
you are not my boss
i wont listen to you
you think you're all that
but you are really not 
you look like a loser
so get out of my face
no one likes you
all though you don't seem to get that
I'll always be here


Details | I do not know? | |

About An Old Friend

He was sad and lost in his selfish life, 

He had everything he wished for,

However, his soul was still dry;

He was waiting for a moment,

To go back to that time,

Back to his school days,

And the last time he said “She is mine”.

He made big mistakes,

Rebelled his own mind,

Acted big,

He went around insulting his own kind,

I guess this was the only time,

He enjoyed his life,

Cause after his school days were over,

Nothing seemed to go right…


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Babies of Beslan

Babies of Beslan............



The darkest day in history, 
Brought tears to my eyes. 
Many Russians murdered, 
In a mass of horrid cries. 

Hundreds of innocent people, 
Seen fleeing through the streets. 
Bodies thrown onto the verge, 
In a sea of blood-stained sheets. 

So many kept within a school, 
Being held against their will. 
Suicide bombers with booby traps, 
That care not who they kill. 

An act by Chechen rebels, 
Seeking freedom for their kin. 
With scenes of utter carnage, 
From those terrorists within. 

Semi-naked children, 
Seen running through the street. 
The Chechen rebels in the school, 
Shooting at their feet. 

Bombs and bullets filled the air, 
As the smoke engulfed the skies. 
People running from the school, 
With terror stricken eyes. 

Such barbaric bloody actions, 
Brought death and undue pain. 
The heart of the Beslan community, 
Won't see their like again. 

May the Lord our God watch over you, 
May he guide you by his light. 
May he hold you in his arms again, 
And keep you safe tonight........... 


In memory of the children and teachers of the Beslan school massacre.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Ghosts of South Dakota part 1

   	The location of the Spring Creek School was on a flat, nestled 
between the cliff on the north and the Little White River on the south.  The river 
flowed in from the northwest, circled to the south of the school about a quarter 
mile and wended it's way east departing to the northeast.  Though I never saw it 
in my day I imagine this was once a flood plain.  Yes, at one time this could 
easily have been the scene of flash floods.  The waters tumbling and sloshing 
their way across this insignificant piece of ground in a hurry to reach the exit.  
Time had slowed the waters and erosion had taken it's tole, leaving the west and 
south in twenty to thirty foot sharp sandy cliffs.  The ground sloped to the east 
leaving a two foot drop off.  A sandy graded road approached the large heavy duty 
bridge, crossed and continued on as a trail road.
	It's summer and the Little White River gently rolls from bend to bend.  
We are running back and forth across the bridge stopping now and then to lean 
over the rail and watch the Indian children splashing in the only deep spot.  It was 
first comers got the choice spot.  Big deal! Chest deep to a ten year old.
           We run off the bridge south.  The graded road crosses a big culvert 
allowing a small spring access to the river where it fans out at the point of entry.  
We run through the crystal liquid turning it into chocolate and leaving dents in the 
once smooth sand.  This is a child's paradise.  Sand so pure, soft and powdery 
warmed by the sun.  The deeper we dig the cooler the sand becomes as it is 
joined by the moisture below.
	Our mothers put limits on our water sports.  First: we had to wait an 
hour after the meal to get in the water.  Second: polio was a concern in our day 
and we didn't get to play as often as we thought we should.  Third: we were not 
allowed to swim unless our mothers were with us.  With the gardening, house 
keeping and canning, we were lucky if we got to swim two or three times a week.  
I guess that is why we spent most of our time on horseback.
	On the ridge north of the school stood a lookout tower.  In the long 
evenings we would be found always outside, either sitting on the steps, running 
up and down the fire escapes or in the front yard.  This was the only real green 
grass in the area.  It was fenced to keep cattle or horses from trampling it into the 
mirrored image of its surroundings.  This enclosure measured fifty by a hundred 
feet and was kept watered.  A large tree provided the only shade


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FORTIES CHILD

Freezing slides on sheets of ice
Balaclavsa snug;
Finger mitts,snow-balling bold,
Playtime in the cold.
Satchels,desks with lift-up lids,
Pen nibs and inkwells;
Five-stones,conkers in the yard,
Before the lesson bell


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19 Teacher

You helped me and pushed me through all the hard work, you encourage me to 
believe in me. You told me that education was a good for a better why of life. You 
told me that without education I’m choosing a hard life. You pushed me to do 
more than I could do and I thank you.
Mrs. Spriggs on this day I like to tell you thanks for helping me when things got 
tough. I know this poem this poem is not enough to tell you thanks for everything 
you done for me but thanks for guiding me and pushing me to do better than I 
can do, you encourage me to find in me someone better thanks. Thanks for not 
giving up on me when this got tough. 
Thanks for being there when I needed you, thanks for helping me out through 
these two last years, thanks for being more than a teacher a friend to me, thanks 
for taking some of your time in helping me but not just me all my classmates too 
I’m share with all there heart they thank you too for everything you done for them 
thank you, thanks for believing in me and trusting me, thanks for not quieting on 
me, thanks for all your support. 
You give me the confidence to be a better person and made me believe in me, 
thank you for changing my life, thank you for being that special teacher that 
helped me change my life. Thank you and I hope you help other kids like you 
helped me. 
Thank you.


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MIND-LESS

        

I apologize for being no LESS then myself. What was I thinking, wait maybe that’s the problem I 
was thinking, there I go again using my MIND, my bad.
I’m sorry I took that other road, u know the one LESS traveled, I know I should have followed the 
crowd but there I go again being an individual, it’s a habit.
The guilt from not giving in to peer pressure is getting to me, I hate my conscience I mean Why I 
got to have morals? Don’t nobody else got them, and if they do they shoal ain't using them. 
I hate being in the talented tenth, people expect me to do something with my life 
I have an idea (don’t tell anybody, that’s not cool) maybe if we MINDed not having a MIND we 
would spend more of our time growing instead of showing, that we are a photo copy of what is 
cool, the truth is nobodies alike, I don’t even breathe like anyone else, when I walk I do this thing 
where my head is held high it kind of resembles pride. there I go again being intellectual, forgive 
me it won’t happen again.


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Beginnings

It’s beginnings that are magical.
On the first day of school the dew
Smells like new life and the dawn air
Is heavy with peace,
As you carry your brightly colored
Backpack, light with sharp pencils 
In its belly. Eyes droop but come alive
As the bus pulls up yellow,
Clean. The walls of the school have been repainted
With laughter and old faces
Made new. Soon we won’t smell
The dew anymore.
The air will be heavy with
Exhaustion, and the weight of 
Our books, the world. 
Pencils will grow dull,
The walls will be plain,
Ordinary. It’s beginnings that are magical.
The process is unremarkable, but leads
To a new beginning. 


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Mayhem in the Mourning

Sleepy, I walked down the senior hallway
The last door on the left seemed miles away
But I was determined to make it
It was 7:26 in the morning, assignment due 7:30
My hands were sweating bullets
Felt as if every senior had their eyes on me
Assignment in hand, I started my journey
Nerd, jocks, cheerleaders all bunched together in one walk-way
You would think I was a running back, of some sort
Dodging the potential mayhem
Judy with the big booty was being so loud
Laughing and screaming with her friends
Drew and the crew obnoxious as usual,
Were going over plays, at least it looked like it
Trampling any victim in their path
The Nerd Bird flocking in e=mc2
Calculate who will have a date in time for prom
Starting with Judy, my hands were no match
The sound waves catapulted me into the lockers
Side to side I juked, spun, and jumped
Like a magnet bouncing off the rhinoceros crew
For the Nerds, I only had to say one thing…
“I already have a date for prom…”
That sent them into a mathematical frenzy
Looking at their watches they said, “Prom is exactly
218 days 13 hours 27 minutes and 10 seconds away…
There is no way you have your date!”
While they babbled on I was on the move
The last mayhem was upon me: The hall monitor
He already saw my awesome display of athleticism
But didn’t find it amusing, He was one of those guys…
If you dropped a piece of paper on the floor, detention
I just distracted him by saying, “I didn’t have breakfast…”
We both didn’t know where that came from 
So I just kept waking while he was still confused
Stumbled into class, discrediting my previous display 
And turned in my homework assignment


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High School Years

Walking through those doors for the first time,
WIthout a clue of what there is to come.
Guys as tall as skyscrapers charge passed you,
As you stand there clueless.
Afraid of being that kid,
The one that older kids pick on.
Timid.
Slowly making your way down the large hallway,
Crowded with hundreds of people.
Staring at your schedule,
Trying not to get lost.

With the worries of that first year behind you,
The strength of the years to come fills your veins.
Walking with confidence,
In which you lacked last year.
Stronger.
More pep in your step,
As you catch up with your friends.
Tossing the fears away,
Along with the stress.
Aware of what is to come,
Now that you are no longer the underdog.

And it has returned.
Stress.
No longer at the bottom of the chain,
Yet not quite at the top.
Hurrying from place to place.
Too much going on,
And there's never enough time.
Slowly making your way,
Down the hallway you know so well.
And that door opens,
Damn well must be meeting the devil.

The long journey has finally arrived.
The trudge to the top,
Never felt like it was getting closer.
Victory.
The sweetness of it soaks in,
And you begin to bathe in the glory.
You have made it,
Through yet another long lived journey,
That was made worth your while.
Now it's time to pass on the duties,
To the new rulers of the school.


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So Much Pain

So much that I can take,
And my heart is filled with pain,
Yall don't know what I go through,
Being the oldest makes me turn blue,
When I go to school it's like I'm swimming,
On my tears in a pool,
leaving the house with confusion and sorrow,
And coming from school with hatred,
More confusion, and plenty of stress,
But I told myself this can't go on,
Cause  I'm so through,
Through from Pain and More.


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First Day

Well, it’s finally here
Seems so funny I should say finally
Cause to me, I can’t believe it’s time
Though I know for you it’s been so hard to wait
But finally the wait is over
And today is your first day of school
This morning you awoke before I
And I could see the excitement in your eyes
For once I didn’t have to prod
To get you dressed brush your teeth and hair
For once it was me moving much too slow
As I walked you down to the bus
Watched your smile as you stepped on
I couldn’t help but cry
And think how silly it must’ve looked
For tears to be running down a grown mans face
As I watched the bus roll away
I started thinking about your day
And all the new things you’d get to do
Your first lunch, your first recess
Your first venture without me into a brand new world
As the day went on it gave me time to think
My God, you’re growing up!!!
Soon you’ll be on your own
With a family, a house, and all too soon you’ll…
But then the bus brought you home
The grin on your face as you came running
The way we fell over when you jumped into my arms
The joy of your voice telling about your day
All reminded me that, hey, we have so much time
Until you grow up, so much to share along the way
And that today was only
Your first day

NOTE*** This is from my CD A Father’s Love Letters
To listen to the CD please visit
http://www.reverbnation.com/#/mikehamill


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To the End and Back Again Part 2

I found a knife in the kitchen and started cutting my wrist. I kept cutting until I lost so much 
blood that I went unconscious. The next thing I remember was waking up in the hospital with 
Jania beside me. She told the police and the hospital that she was my sister so they wouldn't 
contact my parents. 

When I could leave the hospital, I started to drink. I drank more then a 30 year old man 
could. I ended up going into AA where I met 15 year old Noah. Maybe it was because he 
reminded me so much of Connor, but we bonded so quickly. Noah was in a band that I 
became a part of. I then met one of Noah's friends named Brandon. We started to date, 
Brandon and I, and I thought he was everything that I needed. Brandon turned out to be 
abusive and controlling. I couldn't leave him up until the night he raped me. The only reason 
I could was because I hit him so hard in the head with the metal bat next to his bed that I 
gave him a concussion. I ran from his house, and I ran right into Noah's arms. We dated for 
a short period of time but ended up breaking up because we were too good of friends. We 
still are friends to this day.

I dated a few people after him which led me to high school. I went to a school in a different 
town. I met my current boyfriend named Pat. We were only dating a few months before I got 
social anxiety and didn't leave my house for 6 months. I ended up having to transfer schools. 
I had to come to my towns school so I could be in a special program for other people who 
have the same problems that I do.

Jania joined the army about a year ago, and I met someone named Kevin. He was very 
sweet and made me feel safe in Jania's absence. Like everyone else I've come to know, 
Kevin left me alone, making me worse then I already was. 

I found out a few days ago that Jania was killed in the war. Her legs were blown off and 
because she was so small, she lost too much blood to survive. The girl that helped me 
through everything is gone now. The people I've loved have all passed again and I will never 
see them again. Nothing will ever be normal for me, and I will never feel safe. Maybe life 
was planned out for me and all of this was supposed to happen. Maybe I was meant to be a 
suicidal girl with anxiety, depression, anger management issues, trust issues, abandonment 
issues and a recovering alcoholic. My life has given me the opportunity to love and cherish 
every moment. So that's my life so far. 

Sucks, doesn't it?


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Last option

Have you ever been forced to do something
Anything
Against your will? You throw a fit
And yet they don't care. About your 
Feelings
Opinions
Needs
I know how you feel. 
I need some advice now
About all my options
Because no matter what
I'm not giving in
NO MATTER WHAT
Already asked most people I trust
Got some "help"
But I wouldn't call it that
Because it didn't
The only other options
Run away? Suicide?
What else??? This is a life decision.
It will determine how I turn out
I 
Need
Help. 
I'm running out of options
Should I turn to my last resorts?


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An Interview with a Soldier


He was just a boy in a foreign place, 
Far from home amongst people from a different race.
Fighting a war that many people back home were not supportive of,
Have they forgot the day those airplanes flew into those Twin Towers from above?

How many children lost a mom or a dad that day?
We didn’t start it and we shouldn’t be asked to look the other way.
He said I’ve heard it called a Jihad, a religious war,
He said we don’t push Jesus on nobody, and we not going to allow Him slandered, not on my
watch, not by far.

He said I was in high school the day I watched those towers fall,
And I counted the days to join up, I felt the call.
I felt molested and I remember how it made me sick,
And I saw America pull together, strong, powerful, determined and quick.

I saw the eagle shed a tear, then I saw her talons clamp the arrows tight,
And I knew then, that we were going to set things right.
That’s why I’m here to defend or die,
Cause I still love my country and let her flag always fly high.


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Dude in homeroom

Dude, guess what?
Yesterday, I got to go through my dad’s dealership
and pick out a sweet ride for my 16th birthday!
It’s a convertible, dude
It’s a hot rod, dude
It’s red, dude
It’s a hot, hot rod
And it’s got chrome-covered wheels!
Wait until the guys get a load of this!
Dude, this weekend, wanna go get drunk?
Ah! Dude! I totally saw my wellness teacher
at the Rush yesterday! She was
benching more than half the football team!
I could totally take her though!
I’m not going to let a woman tell me what to do!
Dude, I better retake the ACT this Saturday
I totally need a 16 to play on the football team
at Northwestern Kentucky State Community College!
Remind me not to drink too much after the game!
And we’re totally gonna smoke Blount County! Huh! Huh! Huh!
Dude, this guy totally looked at me funny
in the bathroom between classes! Man, we gave him the
hugest swirly! You shoulda been there!
Dude, I got practice after school today
but afterwards, you wanna go roll that queer in Bio class?
Whaddya say?


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Hey Dad

Hey dad, I met a big head today
Always boasting of sports, hey come see me play
Anything I wanted, he had one at home
From a mountain bike to a mobile phone


  Hey son, these guys are all ten a penny
  Manners they have not, whilst my boy you have many
  They buy their friends and their allegiance is none
  Your life has started, his has barely begun


Hey dad, he waffles in class, about this about that
Even being rude to the teacher, creating a spat
Where we try to learn and get on with our work
Constant interruption by this incompetent jerk


   Hey son, one of these days his fingers will get burnt
   And all in your class, will have forgotten more than he's learnt
   As you get older, you will become wise to your surrounds
   And I doubt very much, this big head will be around


Hey dad, I can always rely on you
To give me guidance and help see me through
Absorbing knowledge will be my life's learning curve
And this incompetent jerk, will get his just deserves



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Brain

The thinking noodle
Use it sometimes and let no
One noodle fool you.





Wrote Fall 2004
while student @ University of Louisiana-Monroe


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Save Our Wetlands

My home state loses a football field, 
Of coastal land each day of the year.
I’m no cheerleader about this,
It fills my heart with fear.

I wish I had funds to donate to the cause.
Maybe if I expressed my thoughts of the situation,
It would cause others to pause.
As the pelicans swim to the beat,
 Of their inward drum,
And contribute to the state,
That many other states of the union,
Were carved from.

Way back before humans existed,
Our dear state Louisiana was merely sea floor.
If we humans that exist today,
Don’t get serious about this erosion problem,
The state where jazz was born,
Will be sea floor once more.

Our coastal industries, beautiful magnolia trees,
And the capital of the Old South,
Will no longer exist.
We won’t be able to reminisce about anything,
If our hindrance persists.

Like bacteria attacks a cell,
Our precious land is being attacked as well.
Like our educated out migrants,
Land is leaving without being replaced.
Saving this land helps us ecologically:
This includes the human race.

Please fellow residents and people who once,
Or never lived here before.
Fill Louisiana’s heart with cheer,
By contributing to this worthy cause.
If one can’t give monetarily, 
 He or she should then take a pause.
Be creative and think of other ways,
That one is able to help this wonderful state.

We would certainly appreciate anything you do,
To help us out.
I know the pain of the land will be eased,
Without a doubt.

Our state has faith in us as we have faith in it.
Let us not only be cheerleaders, but star players.
So that our precious land can stay strong,
Throughout its layers.
This erosion problem can be very costly:
Climatic changes, loss of land, animal and plant species,
And human lives are just a few.
Please help save our wetlands,
Because it is part of the old and of the new.


Wrote November 2003 almost exactly 2 years before Hurricane Katrina,
while student @ ULM and concerned about the issue, as a student and scientist the topic of 
New Orleans going under and the Mississippi River flow and creation of Louisiana  was talked 
about since  I was in elementary school in the mid '80s was a main topic of concern for the 
gubernatorial election held that year, and during that political official's term as governor, 
Hurrican Katrina hit, Louisiana politics I tell you- they simply tell people what they want to 
hear!


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words

Words Words can make you hurt, Words can make you cry. Words can make you laugh, 
Words can make you try. Words can change you and Words can make act wrong. Words 
can hurt others. But words that hurt are nothing new. Words with action is. Because some 
actions can hurt and make pain come. Some actions can make you feel happy and loved. 
Some actions can get you down the wrong road. But whatever happens, with words or 
actions Remember that friends and people have feelings Try listening to them Friends can 
make you laugh when your sad. They can catch you when you fall. No friend lets you die Or 
leaves you in a dark corner to cry. Friends are angels from above. They are there for you. 
So if their is one thing from this that you remember is should be this, Don't say your my 
friend one moment, Then hurt me and leave me to die the next.


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Don't Spill The Beans

let's See
     If He

Will Hang
     With Gang

Or Will
 Just Spill

How Many
If Any

Seconds

Are there

In A

Year ?


Now Don't 
Leave Me

Hanging !   { LOL}




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Dream Collection 2 Secrets Part 2 The Dream

Dreaming shows you many hidden things in your mind; it opens you to alternative thinking…
Clairvoyance is always a problem I have had. I have very vivid dreams, and that same times come true. This is one of those instances.
	Imagine, if you will, a little boy having a nightmare, waking up, and realizing everything is ok. Happens to everyone right? No. that was me, or at least, the nightmares…
	I had (what I thought was real) a dream once, about 5 years ago, back in 5th grade. It all started with one secret, and a little white lie that turned into well, a big white lie.
	So one thing about me, I am socially awkward, people don’t like me, I don’t like them, I like to be alone.
	So I chose to break my own rule, of course it didn’t exist at the time, to break the third thing.  I was being made fun of by this kid so I lied and said I knew a secret about him but no one could tell. I told everyone that he well, still wet the bed, this was not true but everyone believed me. I didn’t realize what I was getting myself into.
	So this kid broke my second rule by trying to figure out, but he did it the smart way. Instead of flipping out and asking everyone and just getting made fun of more, he asked a teacher. This teacher happened to have already heard it and told him.
	As I basked in my fame from breaking rule one, this kid was slowly getting revenge, this little thing ruined my school life. He came up with a counter lie… He told everyone I was adopted. I was shunned for life, although, thankfully I moved. 
	The moral of my story is, this happen, but lying doesn’t work, and secrets definitely don’t. Keeping things from people just hurts them. I ruined my own life by keeping a fake secret and lying. So my question for this little rant of mine, as is at every one of mine, how do you feel about secrets, but more importantly, do you have any secrets?
	Through all that happened with that little lie, I am still baffled to this day, what is it that makes a secret so desirable? Do you not want to be made fun of? Or do you just feel cool for knowing a secret? 


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The Price of Faith 11122011

… WHAT YOUR CHILDREN MIGHT BE PRESERVED UNHARMED WISDOM 19:5

MY FATHER’S FAMILY left Russia in 1917
At the urging of their parish priest
“If you want to keep your children safe in the faith
Go to America!”

German-Speaking Russians
Soon afterward their 13 year old daughter
Margaret had been raised in the Church
The Family continued to trust in God

Today we honor St. Josaphat, patron of the Ukraine
He was a man who loved his country
Loved his Church even more
Speaking courageously about unity with Rome at a time of schism and division
His bold stand eventually cost him his life

St. Josaphat
Like Margaret’s family, reminds us 
That trust in God
Is the only source of true safety

Readings 
Gospel
Wisdom 18:14-16; 19:6-9 * Psalm 10:2-3, 36-37, 42-43
Luke 18:1-8


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Independent with People

We are independent with people on earth
Our mortal angels are always there to assist us
But, we can never be independent in everything
God is our everything

12132011


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Freshman

Another school and then its of to the big times 
Its time to give up the immature little crimes
Time to saddle up or get left its you choice 
Its time to find your voice
You only have one so make it loud and clear
Dont be afraid of the people you used to fear
Its a new school and you will find your  place 
In this thing that is nothing but a rat race
You will see what is to come 
You will follow you heart like the beat of a drum 
When all is said and done think about this then 
The start of a new your finally a freshmen


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When the Red Rose was Released

She sits in her room alone and waiting
Bursting to bloom is her anticipating

This girl so young just a teenager at heart
One day to adventure for her life to kick start

She grew up reserved never venturing out
Believing she was ugly her mind so in doubt

Boyfriends she's never had close friends kept at bay
No childhood deserves this not growing up to play

Then out of the blue to the school ball she is asked
Her mind now in circles showing it's protective mask

The night arrives, in turmoil she sits waiting
So beautifully dressed, soon to be dating

Her apprehension runs riot, her life crying for change
To live so normal and rid this inner derange

As she turns to the door her eyes starting to tear
A glow lights the room as a beautiful red rose appears

Slowly she turns as she captures the sight
This flower so red emitting this light

This beauty of nature with it's petals so bloomed
Radiate as they grace around her bedroom

At the top of the stairs soon she'll walk down
Into the arms of her date, wearing the most beautiful gown

To the school ball she will go, with her chaperone
When the red rose was released, no longer she'll be alone












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Is Jesus Christ more than one person and what do we mean by that

Jesus Christ is one in 3 Divine Persons
God the Father
God the Son and
God the Holy Spirit (Ghost)

11282011


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Pencils down

I fell for a girl who has no clue that I exist

some say that love is blind, some say It doesn’t mean shit

I say that’s just the excuse that we use when cupid missed

but if he is blind then who put him in charge of this

roller coaster ride to life that seems to have no height requirements

And I’ll admit that my behavior may have been less then cooperative

but some times I feel like it could have went better 

I mean we kind of went together

better then cold weather and cozy sweaters

but some how we ended up no where near each other

I guess that’s what happens when passion cracks under pressure

attending the school of hard knocks but never learned a lesson

assigned me davy jones’s locker so it feels like I might be here forever

so I’m thinking of dropping out soon 

because there’s no point to school without you 

I’m acting like this because I don’t have a clue what to do

I guess sometimes we all play the fool

but if I know my role and never miss a que

I can understudy and make history

by getting back to you.


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The Devil

One deadly power play against human struggle
Against sin
Death
Is the devil

Jesus call the devil “murderer”
The father of lies
Saint Peter warns his followers
Be sober, be watchful

The devil stalks around
Like a roaring lion
Seeking someone to fall
The devil has the power of death

Fear of death, the root of other fears
Struggles against ordinary fear we face in life
Fear of pain, of being forgotten, not having enough
Not accomplishing enough

Getting old
Being faded in some way
All find their power source
In the fear of death

We will try not to answer to devil’s strategy
We will do all we can 
To avoid these fears
Have you ever lied?

Have you ever put others down?
Have you ever sought revenge? 
What do all examples have in common?
Engaging simple behavior, to avoid something we fear

Devil leads the human race to a habit pattern of sinning
Through sin, ever-deeper forms of bondage
Manipulating our fear of death
His ultimate goal is to make us his slaves, to lead us to eternal death


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Littlest Amends

To kill, the shrill of a thrill,
To take any life is truly wrong.
Thou shall not hurt even a fly.
They are guardians of the sky.
They begin crawling strong.
Disgustingly devouring meal,
Each organism has a plan.
Serving nature’s scheme,
Designing a destiny,
Between now and infinity
When it becomes extreme,
Bringing about another span,
As always existence ends.
All things must perish.
To bring out renewal,
There must be removal.
Stretching out to cherish,
You will make amends.


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Its Simple

when people ask me , why don't you try  hard to impress people. 
i simply tell them this.. 
when you smile all the time = your to happy all the time 
when your sad = your depressing and not fun to be around 
you dont have a boyfriend = your square 
you have a boyfriend = your a slut
you have one friend = your a loser 
you have more then one friend = your trying to hard to be popular
you act a little silly = your imature 
you try to be marture about everything = your boring 
you dont try hard in school = your a loser 
your try hard in school = your a nerd 
you love your family = your weird 
you tell people about your family problems = your seeking attention all the time 

you simply cant impress everyone. and everyone has something to say about your appearence , the way you walk , talk , smile , shrug.. ect. 
so i will simply say to you all.. do not try and impress people.. its okey to try hard,. 
to talk about your social life around others . and if they have something to say... tell them to simply go away.. 
 


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What does Christian mean

Christian, a baptized person
To believe all that Christ has taught
To do all that He has commanded
As necessary for our salvation


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Farewell

It’s time to walk away
And out into the world
Out we go through these
Iron gates of memories.
New challenges await us
Now we must let go
Of our fears to give
Wings to our dreams.
Promises to come back
Will they be hollow?
Only time can tell, but
For now let hope reign.
This time is sorrowful
Laughter and tears fill
All our minds, tomorrow
Is what keeps us afloat.
As I depart, to my friends
I say, “We’ll meet again.”
The future is uncertain
But please, let it be true. 


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Dangerous Games

Dangerous games
misusing my name
you always play
these high school games
giving you pleasure
you giving me pain
no wonder why 
women goes insane
dont never come home
staying away
cheating on me
day after day
my head messed up
thinking all men, all the same
people get killed
for playing this
WHAT!!!
dangerous game


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Fire

Red and Blue lights
Saphires and Rubies
a giant building with children inside
an Alarm goes off
children running around
yellow and orange tearing them down
death of yound ones
screaming for help
sirens roaring
water flying
crispy smoke clouding beside me
the touch of help as i start to cry
i pray to God that i wont die.


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What virtues are opposed to 7 Capital or Deadly Sins

Humility is opposed to Pride
Generosity to covetousness
Chastity to lust
Meekness to anger
Temperance to Gluttony
Love to envy and
Diligence to Sloth

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A boy and a girl

I remember the day I first saw her face on the school bus such an uneasy place
we both were shy it took months just to talk soon enough we would always walk
from the stop to her house were I d stand uneasy the sweat would pool in my right hand
One night late after school she came to my house I tried to be cool 
she asked if I would like to go out of course I did but I was nervous anxious filled with doubt

we spent a whole summer just hanging out some times I got so nervous I wanted to shout
I recall how she first placed her hand in mine I was sweating so bad I was losing my mind
the touch of her fingers in my sweaty palm gave comfort unknown and a relieving calm
I realize now she was just as scared but she seemed so calm ready and aware

she became my very best friend but even I knew the summer would end
before the fall came an took her away we spent time with each other everyday
a few weeks before school started again we went to the park are spot back then 
she looked in my eyes for ever it seemed I was confused and young I almost screamed
then she leaned towards me with the sweetest touch she said shed miss me very much
and then it happen her lips searched and found mine out in that moment it removed all doubt
an innocent peek between dearest of friends learning how such things have there ends
after school started that year she moved away I have not seen her since that day

Forever she holds a piece of my heart the innocents we shared was ours from the start
even tho Ive grown a lot since then that young love is for thick and thru thin
we never took not a thing from one another we held each other up learned from one another
I wonder if she thinks of me I think of her and lonely nights I hope she lives happily
youth is something you cannot keep I miss those days on the grass we would sleep 

somewhere inside the shy little boy waits for the day he might see that girl once again
the soul that taught me how to love and to be loved how to end and how to begin
I know ill never see her again I know its only memories something lost to the past 
if I would have known it would end that way and be over so quick so dam fast
I would have told her more of the true me maybe then Id feel whole at last
sweet first love I hope you find a life of love and find your faith in the god above
she will always been in my heart and mind and for now we must leave us behind


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While Crawling Toward the Finish

He had been in a deep dream, searching for a lost puppy
When the clanging alarm startled him to reality
The clear images fading like a burning photograph
Then, a desperate sense of unrecoverable loss

Lying on a couch, the beacon clock, clicking his heartbeat
With no desire in facing the awaiting mundane day
His aching back, reminds him of a night of stooped typing
And his dry mouth, of the many vodka inspirations

Opening his eyes, the room is semi aglow with dawn
Turning, he meets the scrutinizing eyes of porcelain frogs
Sliding roughly to a difficult sitting arrangement
Reaching for a bottle of room temperature water

His tongue dampened, he leans back to remember the reason
Why did he need to be shaken from his unconscious state?
Work, yes, that essential means to maintain his existence
Would he be teaching high school mathematics, English, or science?

Rising to his feet and in route the coffee maker
Now noticing the radio playing in the milieu
Earthquake, fire, shootings, political scandal, and weather
The essentials for the complex human news equation

Leaning over a large bed, he kisses his sleeping wife
Patting the dog’s head, continuing to the master’s bath
Later, while adjusting his suspenders, his wife reminds
Lunch is in the refrigerator, don’t forget the trash

On the short commute, through a cold northwest drizzling rain
He evaluates his current role as middle aged
Spending each day killing time, while crawling toward the finish
In his castle of souvenirs and faded memories


Mowing an endless lawn and shoveling tons of compost
The whisper of worry in his ears, about debt and health
Watching his wife grow old and pets slowly age until death
He laughs, at what seems like, the pure senselessness of it all

During his day, he continues to ponder while teaching
Looking into the young faces of his eager students
They are filled with the exciting beginning of new lives
Far from comprehending the classic middle aged crisis

In the evening, within the walls of his cozy cave
The television news professing the Armageddon
His loving wife sleeping off dinner in her recliner
He freshens his drink and is silently thankful for her

© Copyrights G. Jones 2008


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New Testament


The second part of the complete bible
It contains the specifically Christian Texts
Namely the Gospels, the Acts of the apostles
Fourteen letter written by Paul, Seven Catholic letters and Revelation

11302011


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Fear of the Lord 11132011

CHARM IS DECEPTIVE AND BEAUTY FLEETING
THE WOMEN WHO FEARS THE LORD IS TO BE PRAISED
PROVERBS 31:30

I HAVE BEEN BLESSED
Over the years to cross paths with a number of women who fear the Lord
It bears saying that none of them is timid soul
“Fear of the Lord” in Scripture, of course

Means Reverence
A deep appreciation of the power of God’s presence
That transforms people
Making them both confident and courageous

Still let’s not be too quick to throw charm and beauty out the window
Charm and beauty keep us going
Whether they are found in the little encounters of daily life or in the refinements of high art
Charm and beauty are reflections of the creator

The more we appreciate them
Though they are only fleeting
The more we reverence the One who has made this glorious life possible
Gracious God, thank You for the worlds You fashion for our enjoyment each day


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Untitled #33 / Dark hard dark rubber shoe soles

Dark hard dark rubber shoe soles
jiggle up and down in boredom
classy, they’re the same he’ll wear
ten years from now, graduated,
at the office, still bored, wondering
where his youth went.


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Cap N Gown (Angel of Sadness)

I know you wanna see me in cap-n-gown 
A fresh breeze and a new way of life is what I found 
So please don’t cry 
When you don’t see me in my cap-n-gown 
In and out of foster homes 
My only comfort was pulling this holster alone 
From school to football practice 
Academy award winner 
my moms was the number one actress 
From football practice 
to back to those two huge oak trees 
A metaphor is simply that cold winters choked my knees 
And I know it’s gonna hurt 
Seeing “Class of 2005” imprinted on my shirt 
Maybe it’s me being selfish 
But how could I not tell you without a kiss 
Like me expecting to go to war 
and forgetting to enlist 
High school memories was fun and games 
Embarrassment was done in by shame 
Senior days are now numbered 
Summer smirks ever so humble 
Along with my peers 
my misery is pumping me up to fumble 
Still I know you wanna see me in cap-n-gown 
A fresh breeze and new way of life is what I found 
So please don’t cry 
When you don’t see me in my cap-n-gown 



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What does incarnation mean and what does redemption mean

Incarnation means act of clothing with flesh
So our Lord clothed 
His divinity with a human body
Redemption means to buy back again

11272011


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Graduation

Here we are at the end of a trail
We took some wrong turns but were able to find the path again
Echoing behind us in our memories are our achievements
And our disappointments
We laughed with our peers since grade school til' now
Fights started and ended between friends and foes
Everyone mourned the loss of classmates that were taken away
And together we all encouraged the representatives of our school
For these last four years we tried our best
But not all the time
Now graduation is here
The time to say goodbye is near
Together with our futures uncertain
We step off the trail and begin to pave a new road


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College

This is where it all begins again. Me & my friends walk on campus, eyeing all our peers that are like us. I realized I was finally here, the place I start my career. From toys, and young boys, High School now young men. We now have schedule changes, which now our life rearranges. We travel by the dorms & houses, in hope that in one could be our future spouses. We are going to have Spring Break, where we may have to choose from chicken or steak. At the time we may party & drink, not truly caring what our parents think. But through it all we go for A's, not always needing to be in a daze.


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Can You

Can you say no, 
When your body says yes,
Can you reject the sexy Ms. White,
Who infected your heart and mind with very notion...
That only for you, she is the best thing happening,
Or just for a few moments,
Can you forget all the shame,
All the love lost,
All the Months and Years, 
Of anguish and pain,
Can you stop wanting her,
She has stopped loving you back,
And cannot you see,
Her heart has grown cold,
Always leaving you penniless and homeless,
Living in a broken down Cadillac,
The more you give, 
The more she will take,
Your Mom's Sterling silver set,
And your Dad's leather coats,
You went from being a High School teacher,
To a base head strung out on coke,
Can you stand up to her,
When she calls you by your name,
Can you?
Answer her with just no!
And do not have to explain,
Can you?
Can you, please...
Remember God, your family's prayers and their unconditional love,
Can you?
Can you please...
Stop throwing you life away using all those drugs,
Can you...




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Pollution

Acid rain gets blamed,
Sulfur from burning coal,
Stinging the sweet earth.


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Frame

How do I put my life in a frame? It would
make my Soul so delightful if I can put it in 
a fram and hang it o the wall for all to see. 
If I put my Soul in a frame, it will fall and crash
to the floor because it is too weak to hang.
You can hang me with nails; hopefully, I'll stay up.

I look at my pictures from my childhood. Some from 
catholic school, my 1st Holy Communion, and even 
from my high school graduatioon; they make me
sick to look at them because of all the pain
from the past.

Maybe, one day I will be able to paint a beautiful 
picture of my Soul and hang it on the frame; 
polished and free from wounds.


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' Mind - Meld ... '

“ GOD … How I Appreciate The Complexities ! … “
I Appreciate The Intricate, Just-So, Subtleties
The Intellectual Nuances and Imposed Perfunctories
That Separates Our Minds, From The Minds Of Beasts …

… Oh, The Ingeniousness of Thinking Abilities
This Superconductor of Sanctioned-Sensitivities
Where The Human Mind Can Reach, Celestial-Journeys
Even Beyond Our Mental-Mortal Capacities

Beyond … The Grasp of Dark and Grey Matter
Beyond … A Storage Tank and Brain-Storm Gathered
Beyond … Sweet Alice and A  Mad-Hatter
Beyond … ThunderDome, and What Happens In Latter

Beyond … Neurons and A Neurotic-Mass
Beyond … ‘We’ve Got Some Nerve-Ending’ Synapse
And Just Like There’s More To See, Than What Cameras Snap
There’s More To Our Minds, Than Biology Can Map

How Could One Admire Computer-Technology
And Not Marvel At Our Medula-Oblongata System-logy
Our Minds, Are A Megaplex of Individualities
A Mall of Momentous Ideals and Marble Column Libraries

… We, Are Not Matrix, Nor Mere Routine-Machines
We, Are Not Droids, nor Drones … We Can Live Our Dreams
‘ HE ’ Programmed ‘Choice’ into Us,  And Gave Us Dignities
So, “A Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Waste”, In Stupidities …

We, Are Not Robotic-Puppets, But of Genetic-Construct
… Dust, DNA-Stairway, 3-D, and Divine-Spark-Struck
We Can Be Psychotic, Without Aware-Antibiotics and Self-Destruct
But Note, That A ‘Thought’, Does Not Evolve, Without ‘An Instruct’

( … and Guess What,  Man-Maze … Really, Neither Did Us ! … )

… Oh, How I Appreciate the Concise Design (Like A Human Battery)
Its Purpose, Possibilities and Activities, (even allows this Poetry)
I Appreciate The Connections Affixed in Each of The Holy Spirit-Surgeries  ( Ps. 139: 13-16 )
But Most Of All, I Appreciate Being Made … In YOUR Imagery …                 ( Gen. 1: 26, 27 )


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Jesus Christ Deal


Eternal Father saw outnumber of people’s sins 
Sad with what He created
He wanted to destroy the world
People hurting each other

Jesus Christ stopped Him
Told the Father He would go down to earth
Take People’s cruelty
To start His power over people

He told the Father people would understand
Ransom Himself
Just don’t destroy the world
Believed people to be one

Eternal Father searched a woman
To conceive and bear a Son
Angiel Gabriel spoke to Mary
You have found favor from God

Holy Spirit will shine over you
You are to name Him Jesus Christ
He will save people from their sins
To save destruction of the world

Jesus Christ created a Church
For People to be Universal
People don’t understand
In there people are saved

What are these other churches?
In there you are not saved
Don’t be fooled
By the Christ’s like religions


There is only one
Deal to the Father
Be Universal to His Church
Roman Catholic

To understand the Two Greatest Commandments
“Love God all your mind, heart, body and soul”
Second is “Love your neighbor as yourself”
When we love our neighbor, Covers the 1st Greatest Commandment

Other Churches are misleading people
Thought they love Jesus Christ
Person who created their Church
Was the person they believed and loved

Jesus Crist is very hurt
People don’t know in His Church
You’re saved
In others you’re condemned

J.R.M. 11162011


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Youth

A rose with no thorns,
Maybe a ram with no horns
Both are very young.


















written Fall 2004
while student @ ULM


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Congragulations

Excitement is running through my mind at this point,
It is hard to control so much 

When something so honorable,
Happens to come across

For me personally,
It was the proposition

From a contest by,
World Poetry Movement

In which I entered in,
And received a letter back

Stating that my poem,
Had made it to the next level

But that is not all,
Oh no

What's more is that they informed me,
That they were publishing that very poem

In a book titled "Stars In Our Hearts"
Which is to be published in August this year

I hope each and every one who happens to read this,
May read my poem "The Beat of the Heart"

In the book.
Thank You.


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My Teachers

Mrs. Campbell rewarded me 
with time in the closet 
with her fur coat. 

Mrs. Cantor helped me to speak
when the words wouldn't come, 
and laughed at my jokes, 
setting an unfortunate precedent.  

Mrs. Whittman lived next door,
and never missed an opportunity
to come over to chat about
my test scores.

Mr. Lerch blew things up just for fun, 
kept a dead tarantula in a terrarium, 
and introduced me
to Pink Floyd.

Ms. Lamb married me and,
every day, helps me to 
see the good in 
everything.


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Little Lies, Little Lies

The truth
The truth is an illusion
An illusion which we try to interpret
To interpret and to individualise
To individualise into our own lies when we don’t like it.


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twas the night before december 25th: Part II

but then with a sprinkling, i saw from our roof,
a special santa had climbed up to ingest a bag full of mushrooms.
sooner than later he did want to fly,
and out into the open sky he went, then died.

though his skull had been shattered, spread all over the cement,
his clothes were impeccable, probably the best costume yet.
he’d been carrying a bag whose contents we did peek,
finding razor blade cookies & amphetamine treats.

his eyes by our ankles, his teeth over there,
his droll little still-smiling mouth caused one to stare,
but his fake beard which had been torn, no longer white,
glistened a deep maroon under the moon that night.

we called the authorities, we swiftly left the scene,
for a dead, once-tripping-santa, wasn’t going to ruin our evening.
but the sun was soon rearing its ever ugly head,
as all the lame high school wannabe vampires were nestling in their
coffin beds.

so after finishing off the k that we had between us,
we bedazzled our way back onto a bus.
coasting the road back to our abode,
not aware of the way in which we lost all our clothes.

laying there spent, in our birthday suits,
we gazed out the window with our vision dilute.
a new dark emptiness that didn’t seem right,
would last till’ we started it all up again that night.


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Setting Aside Distractions 11112011

ON THAT DAY, A PERSON WHO IS ON THE HOUSETOP AND WHOOSE BELONGINGS ARE IN THE HOUSE MUST NOT GO DOWNTO GET THEM, AND LIKEWISE A PERSON IN THE FIELD MUST NOT RETURN TO WHAT WAS LEFT BEHIND LUKE 17:31

A FRIEND FORWARDED me a silly “chain” email recently that read
“If your house caught fire 
You only had time to grab one thing before getting out to safety
What would it be? 

I believe it offered the stipulation that your family could all get out on their own
The point of this guery was to help you gauge what one material object 
Holds the most meaning for you
A photo album? A computer? A piece of jewelry?

The point of this Gospel passage is that when the choice is between God and anything else there should be no contest
If we are too bogged down with our stuff
Whether those material objects
Interior anxieties or superficial glitz

We could miss the ways God is inviting us 
To be agents for creating better world
Try to set aside all distractions for an hour or two
See what you are missing!

Readings 
Gospel
Wisdom 13:1-9 * Psalm 19:2-5
Luke 17:26-37


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New days

It's not high school anymore
There's not a constant environment
where you need to make an impression
There's only a slim change now
that someone will ask what is wrong

It's an empty feeling
cause you don't know where to go now
The months are the same year by year
and leave you stuck in the same place
wishing it wasn't so


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Grace

 					
She walks to school and studies 
all day,
Hoping her A’s will make her 
parents notice her in some 
way.
But they open another bottle 
and raise it to the sky,
Ignoring the sad little girl who 
just walked on by.
She lays the paper down with 
an A marked in red,
But her mother is lying face 
down, passed out on the bed.
The same little girl comes to 
school the next day
Bruises blackening her eyes 
and cuts scarring her face.
The teachers wonder but none 
of them ask, 
It’s hard to see the pain behind 
her smiling mask.
For the little girl who tries so 
hard not to cry
Every day is a battle, a 
struggle just to survive.
But one day she’ll shine, 
escape the pain and fear,
She’ll find a way to love when 
all she’s ever known is hate,
But only if you stop it before it 
becomes too late.
So listen to the child with scars 
on her face,
Unknown to the world but to 
you she is Grace.



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I Tried

I tired to fit in
But you still pushed me away
I tired to see the way you do
But you still turned away
I tired to be the person you wanted me to be
But you still didn't except me.

I tired to act like you
But you said I'm doing it wrong
I tired to be in fashion
But you said its still boring
I tired to do so much
Just to hear a word of praise
But i guess trying isn't my place

I'm giving up
You should be glad
Just for the record
I'll tell you once

I Tried.


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How did Christ show and prove His divine power


Christ showed and proved His Divine power chiefly by His miracles
Which are extraordinary works that can be performed 
Only by the power received from God
Therefore, His sanction and authority

11282011


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Daddy and Jasmine

Daddy: I tried to throw aside childish ways. But to no avail.  I was already in jail the day you 
came into this world.  When I first saw the tiny little girl.  I had her named "Jasmine", my 
heavenly pearl.
 
Jasmine: Now little Jasmine has been wondering where daddy is.  She wonders if it's her fault 
or his.  Who's to blame?  It doesn't  matter it hurts all the same.  No need to point fingers at 
mommy or daddy and calling names.  That would just cause more pain.   And harder to 
explain.  
       Little Jasmine wonders how much longer he'll be gone.  She notices other little girls with 
their fathers at home.  She's embarrassed her daddy's not around but continues on.  She's 
learned to be strong.  It's been so long since daddy was there for her birthday.  Today she 
had a school play.  She was so nervous, yet no one encouraged her, she would do okay.  
Jasmine is used to daddy being M.I.A.
       Over the years she's learned a lot.  She can't help but miss daddy - she's not a robot.  
She wants to tell him her dreams of being an astranaut.  But he's not around, to take her to 
the play ground, and spin her on the merry go round. Last week she learned to ride her bike 
and to swim.  She's learning to live her life without him.
       
Daddy:  Don't you dare think I don't care.  Because I was not there to braid your hair.  I was 
young and dumb  Always on the run. Like my own father - that's who I've become.  A lot of 
mistakes. But I wanted so bad to be a father for your sake.  Not being in your life was 
tremendous heartache.  I am sorry for not being there to play patty-cake.
       I wish I had been there to see you in school plays.  Wish I had seen you blow out 
candles your last eight birthdays.  As the years passed, I've achingly watched you grow up in 
photographs.  I've thought about you every single day.
       I did my best to stay in touch, with letters, cards, pictures and such.  Just to let you 
know, you ere missed so much.  I enjoyed every single letter you wrote to me.  I was so 
proud to be your daddy.  I was surprised to see a ten year old be so smart.  Sending your 
own letters in the mail to me touched my heart.  Because you thought of me like I thought of 
you.  Now that shows a fathers value!  I do promise to be there in the long run.  Daddy loves 
you Jasmine Ann Anderson!
 
Note:  A child spells love " T.I.M.E."!  Another man can never take my place as a "father', but 
he can definately take my position!  I had to learn this the hard way......


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the broad

been addressed as
“broad” while sitting in
the park & “dame” while
on the train, wondering if
it was the ****ing 40’s,
thinking these men a pain,
found herself sitting in the 
lobby when one turned to
her saying “*****,” as if it
was just another word to him,
like it didn’t mean a thing &
while in the mini mart near
her neighborhood, a couple
teens saw her move saying
“chica” & when she passed
she heard “*****” amidst other
words to describe her body,
then down her street those on
the corner who’ve known her
quite some time, referred to her
as “mami” & in the laundry 
later that afternoon she gets
labeled “sexual chocolate,”
she gets addressed as “honey,”
“baby,” like she was right back
in a high school classroom,
she gets hit on while folding 
her clothes, when propositioned
blatantly for sex by a man calling
her “shorty,” with all the 
resistance in the world, she 
makes it out on her own & back 
down the street, with blood 
burning a thousand flames inside,
with tightened, gritted teeth,
the next that comes into her path
presenting himself & saying “ho,”
gets a kick so hard, so strong 
so fast in the groin, he hadn’t a
moment to say 
“oh no.”


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Remembered Past

Remembered boy along these lines Remembered roughness through our tough times Remembered blue eyes with his laughing look Remembering him reading me like an open book I called him up the other day With so many memories for me to say I haven't spoke to him in over a year And I can't remember from him my last tear Remembered walks and remembered talks Remembering his slyness just like a fox Remembered our high school years with each other Remembering the wrestling-match with me and his brother Remembering old songs he used to dedicate to me Remembering 7 long years of us smoking bomb tree Remembering deep talks and the tears we have shared Somewhere along the lines then were we the cutest pair The pictures taken of him and I Remembering nothing unasked or a why Remembering bus rides down the 38 Remembering his love and never experiencing his hate I remember calling him in front of my fireplace back at home Remembering our plans that were once set in golden stone I remember the years I spent by his side Somehow hasn't completely yet died I remember his smile and his familiar touch Way back when I loved him so much My pureness to him I chose once to give up Back when we were just kids --- just little pups But still throughout high school our love stood proud and tall Taller and taller and taller than the Berlin Wall Now years later he's back to reunite Back as best friends --- never having to fight But with him he's brought a new piece of him For I see Sophie has scored her perfect 10 Back a bit taller and a bit wiser than before Back into my life into my newly-opened doors And it hurts more than it ever has before It hurts over all over again on top of all my past sore To see him with her is a blessing I do confess But our strong past history is being a pest I smile for him, I talk to him, I make him laugh I released his true love from a contradicting, jaded, wrath Back to his arms she is home once again Watching my new best friend score his prize and win I look at him now to the man he's become And give her props because she's truly won To see a smile across his gentle face And to watch him set his everlasting champagne glass on a beautiful lace Would make life worth all of the while And make me happy to see his well-deserved, happy smile


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Reign

Voices Reign, 
Tall 
Short 
Skinny 
Fat 
Ugly 
Unwanted, 
She stands alone. 
In a mirror, 
She sees beauty. 
Here and now, 
She doesn't imagine the coke-bottle waist only attainable by purchase of the latest Barbie.
She sees beauty. 
Colors like the sun and the moon, 
The vast oceans to the unfathomable skies. 
Here in the mirror, she sees beauty. 
Until she opens her eyes, 
And voices reign.


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Rotted From the Inside

Rolling onward, toward the goal,
Only slowing for a moment.
Take the time, enjoy the roses
That is what I was told.
Everyone told me I did too much,
Did I heed advice, no.

Fear drove me, fear consumed me,
Razed the ambitions I had,
Only for a moment, I grasped at a glimmer,
Maybe, I thought, I could touch the intangible.

Terrible, liar, I always was.
How can someone else believe, when I don’t.
Everything fell down.

Inside, I thought, inside is safe - 
Nowhere is safe, failure the only option.
Somewhere, I’m laughing at my own tears,
I never knew how funny it was, to watch a person collapse.
Dread is a beautiful motivator, and a terrible mistress,
Everyone tried to warn me, did I listen, no.


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Pursuit of Destiny

Broad Loaf awaits my arrival,
My passion ignited within me,
A visit from beyond the grave,
Do not be afraid,
This is why I was made,
To mold minds,
With words,
You will find,
The desire to achieve it;
Burning within me,
With or without support,
I will begin the journey,
A journey that will last all my years,
I have no fears,
I am pushing for my destiny,
Pushing for my future,
Someday perhaps,
I shall teach you of the pursuit;
The pursuit of destiny.


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What 3 sins seem to cause most evil in the world


Drunkenness
Dishonesty and
Impurity
They are therefore to be carefully avoided at all times

11272011


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All Alone on the Shore Road

To whoever finds my letter, or even reads my words
I know what to say, but i know I'll never be heard

I sit on this shore road, all alone and afraid
My exams are a nightmare, can't even make my grades

Who can i turn to, where can i go
I'm so far behind, the other kids say I'm slow
 
The lure of the shoreline, inviting waters of end
What will i find there, for who will i befriend

To my mama and papa, i do love you so
From your loving daughter, with the waters I'll flow




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forever

You came back
Reasons you lack
Why 
Did I cry?
So much
Did you go nuts?
Why did you leave?
I cried until I heaved
I missed you
I just want to wish you
A happy life
Some day you will 
Be someone’s wife
Taking care of kids and bills

You came back
With reasons you lacked
How long will you stay? 
Forever is what I pray
Don’t leave again
If you do please tell me when
Next time pack for good
Because I never would…
Missed you then…
Kiss you then…
you will be gone
forever
we would be done
forever


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Buried in My Bikes

Time is ticking down
I’ve got eighty yards to go
It’s the last game of the season
The fans are sitting down
Our mascot is a clown
And I don’t even know the reason

Coach signals in a play
I get flagged for delay
The defense has eaten my receivers
My wristband is befuddled
Bill collectors in the huddle
My sports agents, they are all deceivers

The center snaps the ball
The linemen take a fall
I am being rushed by the Hulk and the Thing
I am scrambling about
Trying to scream and shout
While the running back is counting up his bling

Before they kick my ass
I fire off a pass
And it is floating towards our end zone
Suddenly I am standing there
The ball coming in the air
And I’m talking to my mother on the phone

I want to be the hero
The scoreboard clock now shows zero
And the ball just continues above to float
The paperboy starts to shout it
“Everybody read all about it”
As the headlines say that I am the goat

The ball zooms over head
Coach Lombardi now is dead
The cheerleaders put their pom-poms away
I remain standing all alone
In the now empty end zone
Wishing I could run just one more play

My wife and kids have left me
I have grass stains on my knee
They now live with the winning quarterback
I fail in my audition
For the announcers position
And revive myself from a heart attack

My life is incomplete
As I hang up my cleats
My jersey number will not be retired
I try going home
To the place where I was cloned
And as the high school football coach to get hired

I drink myself to sleep
Praying my soul to keep
And wondering what happened to my life
The obit is really small
No accomplishments are recalled
I am buried still wearing my Bikes


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What do you believe of Jesus Christ

I believe that Jesus Christ is the Son of God
The Second Person of the Blessed Trinity
True God and True man
Great Prophet, High Priest and was anointed as the fullness of divine power


11282011


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My Twenty-Two Years

In my twenty-two years
I have never been to college
I have never had a steady job
I've never found a cure for the common cold
I've never invented a much needed gizmo

In my twenty-two years
I have never saved someones life
I have no life long childhood friend
I've never been the popular one
I've never been rich enough for some

But in my twenty-two years

I can say I've made my mother proud
I've got a high school diploma
I have my own poetry published
I have survived this long in this world

In my twenty-two years
I have married my one true love
and most inportant of all
I've made miracles
My two sons


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The Stranger I Always Knew


Never knowing the man/
On the other line/
Never able to understand/
You leavin’ me behind/

But I’ve seen your picture/
I know your voice/
So what made you sure/
You had to make that choice/

Did I cause you anger/
Please give me a clue/
 Now you’re a stranger/
I always knew/

-Chorus-

the stranger I always knew/
Calls once in a while/
Father its true/
I never learned to smile/

It’s gettin’ harder and harder/
Listening to you/
And talking to this stranger/
I always knew/

-End Chorus-   





You’ve missed so much/
In the years gone by/
 My high school crush/
The day she said goodbye/

All the winning games/
Fathers cheering loud/
But you never came/
Were never in the crowd/

And the phone rings later/
It was always you/
Hello to the stranger/
I always knew/

-Chorus-

The stranger I always knew/
Always too late/
Father it’s true/
You taught me how to hate/

It’s gettin’ harder and harder/
Keepin’ my cool/
Talking to this stranger/
I always knew/

-End chorus-








Now the day has come/
To finally meet/
This is your grandson/
Isn’t he sweet/

He has your name/
But we call him Gabe/
It’s even spelled the same/
Like it is on your grave/

This is a picture/
He made it for you/
Goodbye to the stranger/
 He always knew/

-Chorus-

The stranger I always knew/
And the life you lived/
Father its true/
You taught me to forgive/

It’s getting harder and harder/
Saying to you/
Goodbye to the stranger/
I always knew/

The stranger I always knew……

-End-




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Summer

Summer why can't you come faster?
The only thing I praise is that I'm able to see the sun's shower.
I play through the days and nights.
Hoping June will come and be my Knight.
I don't think I'll make it past this year, without the Summer getting queer.


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Untitled #170 / On a roll

80/80
100/100
Pow!
On a roll
(In physics class at least)


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Teen's Court in Section

Entered the court hall at 8:30 a.m.
Sit and Sit and nothing began.
Every name called as I patiently waited.
I was beginning to wander was his name on the slate.
He was finally called at 11:15 a.m.
The judge acknowledged mom and the charges were read.
Nathaniel tried hard to plead his case.
The judge listen closely but would not break.
“I’ve given you chances time after time.
Am I crazy or are you so blind?”
You’re going to school and not learning a thing.
Disturbing others and causing a scene.”
The public defender tried to speak up for him.
Wanted the charges drop so he could remain free.
The judge stood his ground and would not bend.
Looked at the mom and said, What should I do?
Mom help me out, I need to hear from you.
Mom spoke up -He did break the rules.
He made a mistake with the choices he made.
I can not uphold him in the wrong that he done.
He must learn from his mistakes although they were wrong.
I will agree with you Judge with the decision you made.
Nathaniel dropped his head to the ground.
He needs to learn this is his wake up call.
He will be detained thirty days in juvenile hall.
He will go to school there and bring up his grades.
Learn to make wise choices was what the judge said.




 11-30-07 took the papers back to court. Nathaniel thought he was going to come
home…Wrong….He did the crime..so he must do the time. Tough Love..It hurts but he must
learn from his mistakes.


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NEWSPAPER

               NEWSPAPER

Making its early morning splash
At my door is the day’s ‘News’
Hurled   along  from a  speeding bike.

I am too deep into ‘Marquez’'s 
'One hundred years of solitude'to rise 
As Amaranta gets ready to die before night.

My daughter leaves her PC for once
To have a look at the paper
And  returns it before long
As fresh and folded as from the press.

From the depths of high school physics
Emerges my son, takes a quick look
And an absent-minded leave.

Saunters in now my wife, hits the cot,
Wrestles with the fan-blown papers,
Sprays them all over the bed
And walks off as if in sore disgust.

Now Amaranta is gone  for good
As easily as one utters ‘dead’.

Being  off  Marquez myself,I start putting
The dismembered sheets in order
Only to gape at this rare snap
Of this  seer , with his eyes closed
Eyeing,  for sure, political space.


For the contest of Mystic Rose.


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School Days

Friends, teachers, buses, homework, and my parents made my school days my 
best kept memory.
Not at all was I the worst kid, I sat in class quiet and paid attention when we 
learned cursive.
While in my desk I sat behind Bria playing with her braids, she was the 1st crush 
I ever had while in 3rd grade.
They didn't show us films on MLK to advance but took us outside and learned to 
square dance.
See I got paddled in Elementary there was no fair chance or even maybe a ruler 
held by Mrs.Jackson's bare hand.
In my school days school made me a bad kid because I hung around adolecent 
athletes who loved to snatch and dash quick.
I didn't have s%@t no new clothes or nothing just long jeans in the winter made 
them cut off's in the summer.


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Stress and Pain

One big happy said fairytale
Take the pain and no gain
Take the slights and not retribution
Take it all in without an out.

Exploding from the inside out
In silence, crying, hurting, writhing in pain and misery
Never knowing what it’s like to be just okay
Never knowing what it’s like to have love unconditional

Hated and revered 
Don’t show them the pain 
They don’t understand,
You are the one that is in wrong. 

Take it all 
Deal with it
Live with it
It’s your fault he’s like this

You carried him
You made him the way he is. 
Deal with the pain and suffering
Deal with the stress and the dirty looks

It’s always your fault 
No one else’s 
You should know that by now. 
Take you punishment and like it

God’s listening but this is his plan
Pain and suffering for those that screw up
No love for those that dare to be of a different mold. 
No salvation for the wicked souls of men

Shut it up 
Swallow it down
No one cares
No one’s around

No tears will make a difference
No whining will help the cause
No yelling will change people’s minds
No matter what you do you won’t be accepted


So….why try? 
Be yourself no one else
If they don’t like to hell with them
To hell with you and your self loathing


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End of the line

I see a boy who doesn't fit in,
The others see a jock.

I see an unhappy boy,
taken for granted,
and tossed aside when thing get hard.
 
The others see a boy with a perfect smile,
happy in life,
and fits in with the crowd.

I see a plastered smile,
a wounded soul,
and a broken heart.

Others see a charming jokester,
loving towards what is his,
with a carefree life. 

Others can replace him, 
I want to keep him.

He does not notice me,
I wait in line,
others cut me,
all they want is the newest toy, 
I want love for him and me,
all I get is disappointment.

His sad eyes call to me,
he will look but will not see.

I am the invisible, 
the lost,
the hurt,
the lonely,
and the forgotten.


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The Last Class

We entered the last last that one final day
"It's our last class with you, Mr. Daniel," one student dared to say.
The teacher read us a story, pausing to wipe away tears
Then he told us things we'll cherish for years.
Promises of friendship, email addresses exchanged
Whether we liked it or not, our lives were about to change.
"If you need me, I'm here," said the teacher, much wise
"I'll be your friend," he told us, brushing tears from him eyes.
"I don't do this every year; this time is special."
"I'll help you out when, with trouble, you meddle."
"Everyone makes mistakes, we all have our goofs."
"OSS doesn't kill you; we have suffecient proof!"
Sometimes people are given to us for a reason
They stay just a while, maybe a season.
But however you came to ma, as on to greater things I dash,
I will forever remember you; especially the last class.


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Dear Friend

Dear Friend,

I write you this letter,

To show you why this friendship will last forever.

When I'm ever down,

You're the only one that can turn it around.

When I shed a tear,

You wipe it away and tell me, "I'm here".

When I'm having a bad day,

You always know the right thing to say.

You make me laugh and smile,

And always encourage me to walk that extra mile. 

You're the only one that was there.

You're the only one that said, "I care".

We may annoy each other,

But we'll always be together.

Even though things don't go right,

You're the reason why I stand up and fight.

You're my best friend,

And we'll always be together til the end.

With love,

Your angel from above

.


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I Wanna Go Home (part 2)

My life and job is hot,
And hard 
I’m sick of the BR retards
I’m ready to slow down
Chill and be myself 
On the Southside of Roe,
Where the trill players be.

Just like that Chilly G anthem
M-O-N-R-O-E
That’s where all the real players be.
The ninjas in BR can’t feel me.
They can’t feel racism, haterism, 
And true tragedy.

I wanna go home,
 Where the true ninjas roam.
Every year a high school team
From Roe goes to the dome.
M-O-N-R-O-E
Spell it ninja
Where we hunt for deer,
Rabbits, squirrels, and fake ninjas.

Where haters are worse 
Than ninth ward killers of NO
M-O-N-R-O-E
That’s how you spell the place,
 Where people are the realest.

Just like that Chilly G anthem
M-O-N-R-O-E
That’s where all the real players be.
The ninjas in BR can’t feel me.
They can’t feel racism, haterism, 
And true tragedy.


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Early Morning At Riverside Park

Independence Day is over
A sweltering night has been gathered up and trucked away
                                                                 
The faint fragrance of burnt offering still hangs low
                       ....like sweat, of a long, grey cloak.

The park still echos with faint "ooooh's" and "ahhhs"...
lingering in the sultry air, 
and bouncing off the silent bandstand
If you try, you can almost hear the High School band, 
   playing tributes to Souza and the homeland flag

Where eyes glistened and reflected a night sky alive with fire
now, the only sounds are chattering squirrels, 
              as they scurry and nibble on remants of a celebratory feast, 
                  hiding in the dewy grass

The morning air is cool and the ground is damp
Park benches, the bandstand, hilly mounds of grass and playgrounds
                                      abandoned, save of their mourning clothes
Of candy wrappers, watermelon rinds, mustard coated paper plates
Spent sparklers, fire crackers, a lone sneaker...
Where just hours ago..music from radios, laughter, cheering, hooting, jeering
Deafening man-made thunder made babies cry
                    dogs tremble, children clap their hands over ears
Now so silent in this early somber morn
The only sound this morning
 comes from a slight breeze that stirs....
   a tossed Pepsi paper cup....
       as it clatters a pop, pop, popping tune...as it hops
                        among the dried, brown leaves down a hot, empty sidewalk...


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Before Puberty toward Maturity

I was abused before puberty,
But I did my share of abusing.
And I was bruised before puberty,
But have spent some time bruising.
I was used as an adolescent,
Yet threw some out with the using.
I was infused as a adolescent,
But my words are said "too infusing".
I was confused as a new student;
Now I am labeled as "confusing".
I was a diffused college graduate,
But now I am thought to be diffusing.
I was accused as a married man;
Yet, I, admit I was so accusing.
I was refused as a separate man,
But I have not gone on refusing.


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Snapped

Long-suffering shattered the window’s streaked pane
Tongue snapped like rubber band stretched beyond hell
Deep shards of blood pressure, jagged terrain
Fingernails screeching down slate boarded cell 

Tongue snapped like rubber band stretched beyond hell
Cat-o’-nine-tails lashing words into gashes
Fingernails screeching down slate boarded cell
Sunday school lessons reduced to ashes 

Cat-o’-nine-tails lashing words into gashes
Razor sharp chaos impervious to shame
Sunday school lessons reduced to ashes
Virtue out shadowed by rage's bright flame 

Razor sharp chaos impervious to shame
Deep shards of blood pressure, jagged terrain
Virtue out shadowed by rage's bright flame
Long-suffering shattered the window’s streaked pane


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What Do Trees Have?

Trees
Have leaves.
They have roots.
Some hold pretty,
Flowers. They have branches, trunks, limbs, and bark.


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THE VISIONARY'S TEACHER

His face was so forceful and cold…
He stilled hearts, with his steely gaze.
He often lectured, rules of old…
Strict was he, with one eyebrow raised…

His demeanor, turned worlds around;
His face was so forceful and cold…
He taught as he was duty bound,
His voice our attention would hold…

Opening windows, he’d decode 
The innate potential, we shared…
His face was so forceful and cold
Yet life lessons he taught, he dared… 

With articulate speech, he’d bring
His strength as a young lion bold…
Looking back now, remembering
His face was so forceful and cold…



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MAcbeth

A herald told such a prophecy His future was described consistently He was rapt by the words said Like candy filling a kids head To be king was his desire That's when the world was engulfed by fire Malevolence thoughts filled his head Before he knew it his hands were stained red With the blood of men following him to his grave To supernatural forces he became a slave


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Peri-Gonvre'(The Last of the Nerd who passed on)PART 1

Somewhere in the distant hill
lies a dilapidated old house that might give one chill
An old gentleman and his lady fare
were loners of life because they were the only ones there
Protecting a little child-teen of 13
A lonely  nerd or nebbish boy who only dreamed
to make friends with the outside but his inner self hide
the longings of a boy who was too bashful to confide
his parents took him from school because his
school-mates called him an Ugly and a Fool
Together,as three,they lived in this mansion ennui
The tales that can be told of this existence that
has kept them a Dead and one Cold
The Father took him Fishing(out back Yard there is a Hole)
to catch a big one-in their imagination mind-it is only a small peace
that both of them could ever find
Peri-Gonvre,the lad's name..that his school mates mocked LAME
All through the house,a child's laughter that scares away the most
disgusting cat or mouse
Both hands,left and right,has only two fingers each,that God made right
The attic above the 2nd story hall can only fit him because it is
5 inches too small(The Father-KinMen,designed it to be as confining as
the fireplace against the Stone Brick Wall)
Peri-Gonvre uses the room for his 'scape,from the island New England
that wanted to rape:the very spirit and the life of this like
sitting against the darkness,his eyes drifted far from the mortal Pike
SILVIA the feline little kitten coddled up next to him in this lonely Prison
She is the only cat to be allowed,
brighten up his disposition(disperse that iluminnescent Black Cloud)
Angel of the nightly SKY is first to shine upon the loneliness Guy
END OF PART 1


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Story of a Child

A little girl walked to school one day to find her friends already playing. She stood 
wordlessly, and watch them pass a ball about. They ran and frolicked, and 
jumped with glee. With out even a word passed her way. As silently as she came 
she turned and left. 
In the school she went down turning halls, and up twisting stairs. To the highest 
point she could find. Here she sat near a window facing her friends down below. 
She removed a book from her bag. Its cover was black, and lacked a title. She 
opened it, its pages were blank, and began to write a story. 
Many years came, and passed, her friends had all gone on to different schools. 
Some stayed in contact with one another, but as they grew so did the distance 
between them. The friendship that had meant so much years ago, had all but 
vanished, But the little girl always remained.
One day a teacher approached the little girl, and asked her why she wasn’t 
playing outside with her friends. The little girl dropped her pencil, and looked up 
at the teacher with a smile. 
The unity between friends will never last, but in my story it can last forever. 
The little girl picked her pencil up, and began to write once more. The teacher 
walked off still astonished to hear such words from a child. She was almost out 
the room when she turned, and faced the little girl. 
Your right friendship doesn’t last, but it will also never die. For every persons life 
you touch a part of them you take as they take a part of you. New friends will 
come, old ones will leave, but that part will always be yours. Yours to keep, it 
helps unite us, it helps make us one. 
The little girl closed her book, and then she vanished. The teacher walked closer 
to the desk, but found only dust. The book still laid atop the desk. The teacher 
picked it up, and began to read its story. She cried while reading, she cried at the 
end. The story of a child who’s life had come to an end. 


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So Lost

So I am worried
my thoughts are hurried
how do I make them all stop?
Relaxation is dreaming
stress is prevailing
My body slowly falls apart
I fear I’m dying
without even trying
Has it all been for not?
Why do I want this?
Why do I need this?
What have I got?
I retreat from my failures
too scared to greet them
at my front door
I question my meaning
Where is the answer?
What do you do
when all your dreams are lost?
Carry on existing
but not really living
Force a smile on my face?
I’m no good at searching
as I was always yearning
for what is gone
I knew it would not be easy
but why is it so hard?
I’m feeling so lost


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CHILDREN

DO ALL YOU CAN DO.
INVEST IN THEM WHILE THEY 'RE YOUNG.
THEY COME  BACK WITH THANKS.


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Biology

The study of life.
A very interesting sub-
Ject. I just love it.


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Evolution

Slight change over time
Turns into tremendous change
In millenniums.







written Fall 2004
while student @ ULM


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Untitled #173 / Mrs. Lacey's motto

“See me after class”
Mrs. Lacey’s motto
now it’s our own


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Twenty Years

Twenty years in which to learn 
Lessons great in value
Twenty years to be aware
Of what is real or untrue
 
All this time; I wonder if
I've spent it well enough
And what have I to show for it…
Is it merely piles of stuff?
 
Or something one can't easily grasp
Such as the love we covet
Given freely to someone
No misgivings or regret
 
By what scale, then, should we measure
The thing we call success?
I think it should be measured by
The people we have blessed
 
And how we've shown to those behind
The way to live a life
With grace and kind abidance 
Through the times of trial and strife




©Donna Golden
June, 2005 (Written just before my 20 year high school reunion!)


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No Place for God

Children toting guns to school

Abusive, neglectful parents

Child molesters stalking victims

Drug dealers at the corner

Thieves robbing homes and stores

Rapists violating women

Domestic abuse...

reported every nine seconds

People killing people

While the public debates...

the place of God in schools.


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What effect has sloth upon the soul


Sloth begets in a soul
A spirit of indifference
In our spiritual duties and
A disgust for prayer

11272011


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Fight To Never Fight

Win or lose
No matter what the outcome
I'm fighting to never fight again.
You beat me or i beat you
It doesn't matter who wins or loses
I'm only fighting to never fight.
Down in one, two shots or maybe a few
the winner is either me or you.
I may be down now but not for long,
The fight is not over yet.
Give me the power give me the strength.
You may win the fight but,
its long from over
I'm fighting to never fight again. 


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Plants

Some have a pigment.
It is called chlorophyll.
We eat plants for meals.


















written Fall 2004
while student @ ULM


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Memories Of The Past

This air blows around me 
Reminds me of the good old days
High school days which are past
Gone never to return
Old faces come and go
My head is full of them
Can remember the locked ins and outs
Wish it could repeat itself
Is there anyway to bring it back
Pictures won’t do
Coz it hurts
Times past still hunting

I’m listening to this song
But it keeps on coming
Assemblies we had
Songs we sang together
Social nights and youth activities
Its unbelievable how fast time runs
Real soon we’ll all be gone
It’s hard to comprehend 
But it’s a fact everyman has to face
Life will go out
Just as school days go
Wish I could be back again
Talk more with everyone
See the same old faces
But no, it’s not possible
There are faces that will never be seen

This air is pretty cold
Reminds me how cold life is
Days of softball tournaments 
Homeruns and first bases
All now behind me
Passed on like a closed chapter
Will I ever be the same?
I keep asking over and over
Soccer team and hatricks
All a playback movie in my memory now
 Tears about to fall
It hurts a lot 
No more buffness or athletics
All history now
And I keep asking over and over
Is life fair? 
Memories are past events
They never repeat
The cold air is too harsh
And the memories are fading
But wait
I will remember who I was
Be proud I was part of a great place
This will be my only consolation in this life


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24Graduation

I once thought this day would never come, but now that is here I’m sad and glad 
that this day is here. 
I’m glad because I accomplished high school and I’m moving on to bigger and 
better thing. 
I’m glad because I grow up here, I made lots of friends and met lots of 
interesting people too. 

I’m glad because I leave so many members here.
I’m glad because I had fun here and laugh and cried and just joked around here.
I’m glad because I never thought I would graduate from here and now that this 
day is here I’m glad but sad because I’m scared of getting out of here.
I’m scared of not making it on my own scared because this time I'm on my own 
all alone.

I’m sad because there are so many members I leave here.
I’m sad because I know that I’m not going to see my friends like before.
I’ sad because I’m not a kid no more now I’m a growing person that’s on his 
own. 
I’m sad because it’s going to be hard not seeing my friends everyday like before.
I’m sad because time is passing so fast and not slow but I’m glad because I 
have lots of members inside and as I move on these members well live on.

I just hope as time passes by my friends remenber me like I well remenber 
them, I hope all there dreams come true because I know when you want 
something and you work hard for it, it well come true.

High school has been a great experience for me. I know as time passes by I well 
remenber the good times and bad times I had in high school.

The knowledge I learned to go to college, the experiences I experienced but this 
is just one experience of many to come.
Today my life starts from this day on and today on this day I thank everyone that 
helped me through out my school years. 

Thank you for not giving up on me, thank you in believing in me but specially I 
thank my parents for being there for me for guiding me to the right path for telling 
me that learning is the right path to a better future and a better why of life thank 
you for making me into a better person thank you with all my heart. Thank you


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Loyalty

Someone once told me
No one on this earth is perfect
And I believe it
But loyalty can be perfect
You never played 
Loyalty
You can say unconquered
Real love is immortal
Its eternal
No matter where we could be
Houston, Atlanta, L. A, or Norcross  
With money or without it 
You’re still with me
But you help me assemble 
All kinds of problematical puzzles 
Hoping time will get better 
Like they said 'Until death do you apart” 
I just hope you'll be mine 
Until the end of time

You can take my breath from me
By seeing you by my side
Keeps me well alive 
You made my life into an oasis 
One in a billion 
Mother of my progeny 
Me without you 
Is like body without spirit
I know my home girls
Sometimes worry you
My vision is with you 
Your loyalty makes it not blurry
Your innocence is still strong 
I reminisce on the first time we met
I cancel important family meetings
And I do not care to see 100 missed calls
From the angry siblings 
To stay with you and watch your favorite movie 
Which is the legendary Forrest Gump
You never cared if I was financially stable
2 years with you feels only 2 months

My love for you has no boundaries whatsoever
Where would I be if we didn’t came across? 
I know I wouldn't hold the life that I have
I know I wouldn't finish high school 
I'd probably be with my red crew up to no good
Or still have an intense problematic attitude
Or staying in a deep sleep like my old friends 
Inside my sepulcher with a tombstone
The day that I saw you in the hall way
Was the most beautiful soul I ever saw
You were new to the district strait from Berlin
I taught you English and you taught me German 
You changed my life completely
Made me break up with that green eyed 
And purple colored haired Marry Jane 
Also known as White Widow or White Rhino 
And made me cut all bad influences
Changed my attitude completely
From problematic to only politeness
My parents use to ask 
James is it really you? 
You wanted me just for you    
I call you Loyalty 
When I was lost in this devilish world
You made me get back on the road 
You and I will always make one whole


Details | Haiku | |

Twenty Haiku

Now she sits down, head
hung low as my soul,
picking at the grass

Her head’s on the desk
counting out the syllables
just like me

When the moment calls
ah, what use are syllables
let’s break the cycle

Five seven five five
five seven five seven five
five seven five five

Tick tock, going round
and round and round and round and
round and round and round

As eons crawl by
the moments repeat themselves
only for those who listen

Facsimile smiles
she told me this yesterday
and I know the secret

“Cut it out guys, it’s
serious as a heart attack”
that was good timing

A hole on the knee
a hole in her jeans
a hole in my soul, oh yeah

Counting out the words
what utter futility
what else in our lives?

Eight bars of light sit
on the ceiling, letting us
see what we are doing

Impeach Bush and Cheney
afterdowningstreet.org
says the orange bracelet

until they all come home, I
will wear this yellow bracelet
to show my solidarity

Hair stands on my hand,
blown by the breeze
of the air-conditioner

A silver cross is hung
from the fire alarm
blown as well on the breeze

Under the sun, we
play out our peaceful lives
never stopping to think

Dammit, go away
sit down, because you
are the freak

“Nice guys finish last”
stop talking to my lady
well, not really my lady

This feeling,
I must deal with it
Alone

Dangerous, dangerous lady!
Don’t you know you’re heading down
the road to heartbreak?


Details | Quatrain | |

All these God does for you

He is never too busy for you
In fact, He 'longs for your prayer'
At any time of day or night
No matter where you are

You have full
Complete, and
Instant access to the Creator
King of all things

He listens to every word you say
He desires conversation
He knows everything
He made you and all that you love

He knows you intimately and only desires for your good
He will share your burdens and struggles
Rejoice with you in your triumphs


Details | I do not know? | |

THE DEPOSIT OF FAITH 11022011

Catholic Church derives all teaching authority from tradition
Doctrine has come down from Christ
This tradition preserved in written form in the “Bible”
Contains the principle truths of faith taught to the apostles by Christ

Inspired men  moved by Spirit of God commit these matters to writing in early Church
Short time after Christ’s Ascension, maybe within 20 years
The need to preserve thse truths in permanent form was recognized
Before any book was accepted as “authentic”

However, 
Authority of an Apostle was demanded by Peter’s companion
Similarly,  though Luke was a man who had not seen Christ
Book gained acceptance through St. Paul’s authority

The Church has protected and guarded these books
Which contained 
The revelations of Christ to His disciples
Their Testimony concerning Him


Details | Free verse | |

Brick Wall

Stuck.
Feels like I'm going 100 in a 35.
CRASH! Smack into a brick wall.
It's like I'm going nowhere, nowhere at all.  
Home.  Work.  Love and Relationships.  School.
You name it, and I'm pretty much losing the game.
Nothing is the same.
I know everything changes.
But something along the way has to change for the good instead of the bad.
It's been a long time since the good has come along for me.
And then, just when I think I see the good coming?
CRASH!  BOOM!  BANG!  Everything crumbles.
In the blink of an eye. 
An instant.
A snap of the fingers.
And the pain, it begins to linger.  
It's always been there you see.
I'm just good at hiding.
But only for so long.
Everyone has their breaking point.
Including me.  I'm only so strong.
I can only endure the pain for so long.
Until CRASH!  BOOM!  BANG!
The brick wall is hit. 
The dam bursts.
And out pours the anger, the tears, the pain.
And it hurts.


Details | Quatrain | |

Growing Old

Growing old is not for sissies And I know that for a fact Didn’t really become convinced Until now to be exact Remembering my working years And how I’d think to myself I can do whatever I want When this job's on the shelve When you retire, that’s almost true Except it’s not like your plan Instead of “whatever I want” More like “whatever I can” How I hated the alarm clock Always wanted to sleep in Now there’s no alarm going off I’m wide awake before then My high school graduating class Gets e-mails, which were a hit With updates about our classmates Now all I get are obits I used to think that once retired I’d have lots of time to burn How did I have time for a job? I’m short on time now, I’ve learned The Dr. Appointments alone Take up so much of my time Why am I in their waiting room? Actually, I’m feeling fine Yeah, growing old is tough enough I’ve come to this conclusion What you’re expecting it to be Is only an allusion


Details | Senryu | |

Parachuters

In the mid air like
Paratroopers floating fair
Parachuters in air.


Details | Free verse | |

Just Read

Reading is fundamental
That’s what I like to do
It stimulates my mind,
No matter what I read
Reading should be incorporated
In everybody’s daily routine
A lot of people might not understand
Why I’m saying this
But most of the people do
They know what I mean
You see, I’m always reading,
Everywhere I go
A billboard, a book,
Even a street sign and even some magazines
It enhances my vocabulary and expands my knowledge
It helps to keep me grounded
I understand why it’s so important for us to do
There’s a lot of people hoping and praying
That we don’t use it
Come on, help me spread the word
So our people won’t continue to be illiterate
Instead of shooting and killing 
And makin each other bleed
Do something more constructive
Pick up something and learn to read


Details | Free verse | |

My Jenny ( Relative Compound }

                                                     Jenny is exceptional
                                                     Christ  as exception
                                                      Doctor  exceptionalness






My First Attempt     (Be Gentle}
Thanks once more
 Sir Joseph Spence


Details | Rhyme | |

TEACHING LIFE

Hi there!  How have you been,
My high school teacher and good friend?
It's been awhile since we've talked,
Yet you're still close in my thoughts.
How could I possible forget
The one who wouldn't let me quit?
Offering encouragement day after day
With your smiles or something you'd say.

Teaching I and so many more each year,
With your words of wisdom that we'd hear.
With lots of homework, lectures and lessons,
Including time for those one on one sessions.
But you've taught me so much more,
Abuot life and choosing the right door.
You've helped change my world around
By showing me the things to be found.

Before everything was so unclear
Until I saw someone else in the mirror.
Becoming mature; developing self-confindence,
Now beginning to all make sense.
I was now headed in a new direction,
After making just a slight correction.
Fianlly learning to believe in myself,
Something learned not from a shelf.

You always had belief without a doubt,
Creating the father I went without.
Knowing if given a choice in any crowd,
Choosing you as my "Dad" would make me proud.
And even now, after school is long gone
My admiration for you still goes on.
You're in my heart always; never letting go,
And I just thought that you'd like to know.

(10/10/98)


Details | I do not know? | |

August 29, 1986

(This poem is true)

Twenty years ago today was the last day I went to school.
I was fed up with taking the students and teachers bull.
I dropped out in the 9th grade but years later I graduated high school at the age 
of twenty-three.
I hope other kids don't drop out like me.


Details | Ballad | |

Urban Wild West

Back in high school everything was a mess
kids in different cliques, in all types of dress
and everyday a fight to see who's the best
and gun threats with kids having gats in there vests.
Teachers not caring about the education of generation x
didn't believe in the future or us or what's coming next
just in it long enough so they can cash there checks
as they push the kids along, uneducated or not along with the rest.
Security guards check your i.d. to make sure you were where your
supposed to be
But now isn't it so easy to make a fake pass, doesn't anyone see?
so now kids are laying in pools of blood and agony
they say it's safe but schools still very uneasy.

School today's like the wild west
Everyone's fighting, lots of unrest
And every body's just trying to fit in
But some are lost right from the beginning.
School today's like the wild wild west
Everyone's wearing a bullet proof vest
Scared to go to school because of the threats
Afraid as hell as to what happens next.

There's no smiles as you pass by in the hallway
because one false move can make the wrong person angry
everyone seems to be dealing with there own hate
nobody wants to deal with a lonely fate
so much on everyone's plate
and the angst just unable to escape
so when he or she snaps and is in bad shape
everyone runs for cover before it's to late.
Im not out to scare you far from it
but it's time other take notice of it
before more innocent kids die from this
because a child who cries for help gets none of it
a tiny scream inside, the anger that they hide
they always answer with a pistol by there side
and it's up to us to find another way
so those kids who go to school can live another day.

School today's like the wild west
Everyone's fighting, lots of unrest
And every body's just trying to fit in
But some are lost right from the beginning.
School today's like the wild wild west
Everyone's wearing a bullet proof vest
Scared to go to school because of the threats
Afraid as hell as to what happens next.


Details | Free verse | |

pledge no longer

after watching films like “The Killing Fields,”
“Apocalypse Now,” “Full Metal Jacket” &
beginning to think long and hard about what 
his country had really been doing in Vietnam, Cambodia & Laos,
this high school senior refuses in early morning 
home room
to stand up & say 
The Pledge of Allegiance 
to the flag hanging from the corner of the wall,
where all his classmates, holding their hands over their hearts
mutter along the words that they have repeated
day in & day out,
since they can remember---
his homeroom teacher takes him aside when the rest sit down &
he is told that he needs to say the pledge just like the rest of the kids,
but he sits there staring up at the teacher with 
fierce eyes that the teacher sees other classmates already being inspired by at that very moment,
and he utters simply,
“i’m not pledging any longer.”


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Tell a Friend!

My life is goin on,
Its a roller-coaster, ups and downs,
so many things to tel,
cant tel it to the walls around,
they dont reciprocate,
need a soul, need a person,
Feeling happy? Feeling sad?
Tell a friend...

met you as a stranger,
took a walk to know you better,
and never turned back,
look back on the path we led,
there were no footsteps,
oh i remember, we flew, n dint walk,
Feeling happy? feeling sad?
Tell a friend..

chose different paths,
yet our lives intertwined,
i dint ask for this, yet it came,
wouldnt have wished for the happiness,
if i knew the pain,
the end is near,
Feeling happy, Feeling sad,
have always shared,
hope we meet again, oh friend,
cuz they say world is a small place,
To embrace again, i hope....


Details | Quatrain | |

O Jesus Christ

To turn away from You is to fall
To You is to stand
To remain in You is
To have a sure support

11282011


Details | Rhyme | |

Fruits and Veggies

Boys and girls, I want to let you know.
That fruits and veggies don’t mysteriously
Show up at the grocery store.  
They are planted by farmers,
Who sow seeds that are watered,
And maybe treated with some type of fertilizer.
The farmer gives the seeds time to sprout with leaves.
Then he or she clears the ground from harmful weeds,
That could cause them to get a disease.

Then after a few months, you will see much growth.
The fruits and veggies are picked, cleaned well,
And shipped to the grocery store.
So love the farmer,
He is not just some country guy or girl.
He is a good citizen who takes care of the world.
So, now boys and girls you know how fruits and veggies grow.


Details | I do not know? | |

Goodbye

 


                                Here I sit in my cap and gown, with not a smile but a sad, sad 
frown.
                               It's a happy, still I cry for all the years that have flown on by.
                            Memories I hold inside my head, they'll never leave until I'm dead.
                            Friends I hold inside my heart, friendships that last and never part.
                            All of my feelings rushed to the surface ready to explode.
                               Love, sadness, being happy and scared all at once.
                                   I know I'm making a big step into the future.
                                I'm growing, and changing and saying goodbye.




Details | Free verse | |

Unfinished Business (The Lockdown)

Did you think you were cool?
to call in a threat?
You Columbine copy-cat,
you coward, you fool?

Teachers hear the “code,”
Teachers who’ve been trained to
hope for the best
prepare for the worst, 
the worst that could possibly happen
at this 
	or any
school

Students thought it strange,
didn’t get the news,
saw my fast moves,
the blinds drawn
door locked
hands that shook
the lights off

“In the corner, NOW!”
I pointed, afraid
that life or death,
my own, 
my students’
hung in the air

I’m not the self-sacrificing sort,
or so I thought,
wedged between my students
and the door,
the worry-wart,
the mother hen,

knowing I would hurl 
myself
at the gunman,
at the trenchcoat,
so that
younger
faster
bodies could escape.

Still, I hoped,
some
of
the boys
would 
join
me.

“Fight or Flee, do SOMETHING,”
the mantra learned at
Virginia Tech,
the lesson learned
the hard way.

Teen bodies sweat, now,
the smell of fear,
the floor hard, so cold,
the dark,
afraid to whisper,
we listen for sounds
footsteps,
whispers,
gunshots, anything,
outside that door.

Nobody knows…
“What’s going on?”
Chairs scrape upstairs:
“Fools!” I think, half hope the noise
draws the gunman
away from here,
but that I’m wrong,
it’s a scare,
all at once.

Hunger now,
stomachs growl,
it’s schools end,
we’re finally fed

And if we could find you,
the fool, so cruel,
who started this
it’s YOU we’d feed on,
US you’d fear,
a collective pride,
of Panthers
on the prowl.


Details | Lyric | |

Don't belong

Me being here is like a lion stuck with a cage of elk. I'm so different from the rest. You stand around hopeless and relentless. I stand here with hope and full of strength. Can't you see the differences? It's like being in a hazard. We aren't a good combination, It's like mixing fire with ice. I'll burn bright while the rest of you melt. You are all the same, Scared of your own shadow. Can't you see I don't belong here, Stop being the same, Don't be afraid to be yourself. Or maybe, you are all truely the same. Oh, well if so, I'm not worried about you. I've got someone like me at home.


Details | Verse | |

In the Future

When I finally stop doing schoolwork
I can start to create my future plans
Those that I have always dreamed lovingly
Making websites for many wanting one
Money will start flowing back to me now
As I will be making what clients want
My dream, my future, my ideal life
But first I must do what I need to do
Finish my schoolwork and get my degree

Russell Sivey


Details | I do not know? | |

Life

No-one Believed in Me at school
Kicked out of school at 16
Worked like a dog to make my future
Worked in things that weren’t my setting
Not worth my time
The stupid idiots at school made my life like cries in my eyes
I haven’t forgiven them in nearly 10 years
Always remembering
The bullies
The teachers who put me down
Who spoke to me like I was dirt
Who were racist
I worked for 4 years
Made a life at an early age
Then it happened
Something exploded
Do you see me now fools
I am higher than you
You envy me
The people who bullied me once
Look at me
Envy me
They looked down on me
I am higher than them
They will never forgive themselves
While deep inside I never forget
I can’t let go
I am seriously ill
One day I’ll be higher than all of you
I can one day leave this void that has been separating me from my loved ones with your guilt.


Details | Rhyme | |

Tears

One tear for him saying he loved her and will be there
One tear for her falling for him and just wanting him near
For him not using a condom..thats one more tear
One tear for each of the 3 months, that passed
One tear from the fear of the pregnancy test she did not pass
One tear for her high school education she watched float away
One tear for her young age of 14 and not knowing any other way
One tear for her suggestion of the situation "getting handled" in a certain way
One tear for his rage as he wanted the baby regardless to stay
One tear for her telling  him that it was the best choice
One tear because he didn't let her exercise pro-choice
One tear for her persuading him and agreeing he'll go
One tear because when that day came, where he was, she didn't know
One tear for the pain she endure all by herself
One tear for the blood that stained her panties when she got home
One tear for he never again called her phone
and shed one more tear because she has to cry all of these tears alone
                                                  -Akiyah Francis

(Dedicated to my best friend and myself for the struggle we both had to endure, at least we
did it together)


Details | Quatrain | |

What is actual sin

Actual sin is any willful thought
Word
Deed
Or Omission contrary to the will of God


Details | I do not know? | |

Farewell For A While

Feels limiting living in a small place...
I retrace all my sorrows and joys
In a region I’ve personally proclaimed as my home.
Within my mind is only a dream of another place.
Another desire and wish of mine is to be set free.
I am sorry, but I must leave... My mind shall turn into a fixated set of 
Feelings of missing of my young prayed-for angels
(My baby brother and my little sister).
Farewell for a while, my friends,
For I will go onto a journey (alone or not alone, doesn’t matter).
As I keep this decision (to be true to myself and honest of myself),
I shall be able to continue my very own life with precision.
So farewell and be glad for yourselves, 
Even when everything feels out of your own range,
Please remember how I perceived life through
Changings of thinking and changes of maturing mind.


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #140 / Metal cog

The moment a metal cog stands suspended
on the whiteboard by a pair of visible strings & springs
Ah! But one invisible string, one invisible spring
keeps the whole from falling apart!
The genius who discovers this secret
will have his name repeated across the universe for eternity!


Details | I do not know? | |

with the help of my almighty

Once he entered the room, 
screams and laughs 
echoed in his mind. 
But he showed them no care, 
he tried to withstand 
the agony and anger they caused, 
but deep inside 
nobody knew what was happening, 
nobody knew how violently 
they were slaying his weary heart, 
nobody tried to sustain his soul
with a sweet word 
or a even a (hi). 
They kept on diminishing him, 
they kept on provoking him,
they kept on persecuting him 
all over and over again,
they treated him with all the powers
of atrocities they have.
They left his solitude
grow wider and wider. 
He closed his eyes 
and contemplated himself 
at the middle of the sea, 
not knowing where to go, 
or how to live.
He was totally lost,
not knowing what to do.
 But because he knew 
he would never change the god in him 
in order to please them, 
he would never be a member 
of those vanities, 
he decided to conquer them 
and cease every agony and sadness in him
with the help of his almighty.
 He stood still, 
he raised his head to god, 
telling him:
<< you are my only almighty, 
I believe and I will till the end, 
my inspiration in being the person I am
 will never cease and will never change, 
I will stand still now and forever, 
I will stand still for you,
I believe you want me down here 
for some reason. 
God, I will not flee anymore,
 I am content. 
Spare your worshipper, 
spare his soul, 
moderate his agony he can’t withstand anymore …>>. 
Then, with a smile he entered again, 
giving them a pitiable look 
on how deeply they sank 
in the vanity and rudeness that are 
reigning each part of their souls…          



Details | Lyric | |

Who Am I?

Betrayed by my own body

My sex inside

not who you see outside

Not gay, not straight

just different, many say weird

Belonging nowhere

Insiable hunger

Desperate need

Unquenchable desire

Unspeakable pain

Aching for every day privileges

enjoyed by most people

My soul crying

for what feels lost

Lifelong grieving

for what I don't have

My label is transgender.


Details | I do not know? | |

World In Ruins

a place
 of

 

higher
        student
                 learning


one day,

then
      reduced
                 to
  

force - fed

paralyzing
             fear
                  &
                   demise

 

another...

 
by a 
demon-filled
     soul

 

with 
     an
       automatic

 

life taking
extinguiher

 

james kenneth blaylock

06/20/07


Details | Etheree | |

From Our Parents to Us

My
parents
always taught
us that if we
want something, then we
have to go and get it.
It will not come to us.  My
dad told us that he wants us to
be better than he and my mom.  Go
to college and be somebody in life.


Details | I do not know? | |

Given So Much

Given so much to others in my life...
Written sincerities to my friends.
Forgiveness of their mistakes and
For those who once hurt me verbally.
Many times I have generously given
A dollar to those in need of it...

No returning owe to pay, they forget,
Yet I still remain generous and gracious.
I'd give my life for all my friends
If I could and ever have such a chance.
They my friends have not been with me
For as many times as they've been with each other.

My life journey though
Is of self-reliance...
My mind is of sincerity
And generosity.
I give so much...
Even though they rarely do the same,
I continue to this strong
Sense and feeling of loyalty anyway.


Details | Rhyme | |

Control

I treat people the way they want to be treated
Even when they put me down
I always manage to stand my ground
No matter what I do
or what they say
I'll never let them have there way
They can shout at my face
Curse my namesake
But why should I care
When there the one's being played?
I won't let them take control
I won't show them how I feel.
Thats just giving in
And if I'm correct 
I control my emotions
I control my actions
So, I think it's only fair that
I, should win.

End


Details | Bio | |

Life to Live Part 1

I used to think that life was a joke.
When I was 9 I started to smoke.
When I was 11 I began to drink.
But as I got older I began to think
I started thinking about what I wanted to do and what I had to give.
But then I realized I had a long life to live.
At age 13 I started to fight for no good reason.
Thanks to my dad and my anger,
I got kicked out of school for the rest of the season.
Not long after, my mom and my dad were separated,
By this time, my anger had very well escalated.
I was baker-acted for making threats in 1999.
Threatening take everyone’s life, including mine.
I hated it! I hated my life in every way.
I always stayed in the house.
I never wanted to play.
After being home schooled for two years,
It was time to go to High School my dear.
My mother appraised me, she said I would to fine.
Oops! My Bad. I got suspended 22 times.
I got baker acted again and I caught a charge.
A charge that landed me straight behind bars.
I was on probation and violated constantly.
For once the only thing I wanted was to be free.
At age 15 I was in a program locked in a cell.
Oh boy! How fun! I had my 16th Birthday in jail.
It took 11 months and 11 days to get my act straight and learn better ways.
January 16,2004 I was free once again,
To be locked up no more.
3 days after I was 17 and free from being locked down,
My mother tells me I’m off probation now. 
Now that I’ve told you what I’ve been through,
Its time for me to tell you about what I plan to do.
This is what I plan to do with my life.
To make good decisions and to do what’s right.
I plan to continue to go to school.
No more days of trying to play cool.
I am who I am not to pretend.
The way I think of it, in my life I need no fake friends.
People think I’m crazy for my plan to succeed.
Its my choice if I want to be a part of the city police.
I want to major in Criminal Justice to become a lawyer or be apart of the law.
I have came a very long way and have left so many people in awe.
People think of me as a misbehaved, disturbed little child.
But look at how far I made it. Even though it took a while.
When I was younger, I was wild.
But to all who doubted me, I hope I made you proud.
See the effort that I chose to give.
And all this was to earn a better life to live.


Details | Free verse | |

Life is a Journey

From when you are born
To when you take your first steps
You start to take in information
Life used to be a pep
Then you go to kindergarten
Very first school grades
Great elementary school days
Time went by in a daze
Middle school came along 
I shared my very first kiss 
Made a lot of new friends
Life was such a Bliss
High schools rolls in
Your grades start to matter
The key to your future
Could start to shatter
Start to play sports
Get into some tourneys
You choose your pathway
Life is a Journey


Details | Quatrain | |

How is sin divided

Sin is divided into the sin we inherit from our first parents
Called original sin
The other we commit ourselves is Actual sin
Actual Sin  is sub-divided by greater amount of sin or mortal sins and lesser sins is Venial sin


Details | Narrative | |

Untitled #51 / "You guys are full of excercise"

“You guys are full of exercise” – nonsense
even after she has finished
scolding Kyle for laying down his head
“Not bored, just sleepy”
I don’t blame him,
Calculus sucks
and now CRAZY Mrs. Howe walks in,
crowing, breathless, sharing new information
buying me time to record the events
but alas! even now we check homework.


Details | I do not know? | |

Question

inequity in life, immortalityin death,
striken from the words, taken from the pages, the pages of time, 
choose not what your told, but what you think, question your morals, 
question your world, question authority, question reality.


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What is Anger

Anger is an excessive emotion of the mind 
Excited against any thing
It is an excessive desire for
Revenge


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Home

Tears dying on my cheeks
Song ringing in my ears
Sobs still hiccuping in my chest
Eyes still softly leaking tears.
But there will be a happy ending
There will be a brighter day
There will be sunshine on my shoulders
And sweeter things to say. 
I will have a place where I belong
And friends who will keep in touch
I'll have a brighter future
And promises will mean much.
I will somehow make it through this
Even if I have to walk alone
But I'll make it; I'm almost there
Somehow, I'll make it home.


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Spring

Soon everything will be growing.
Plants will be in bloom.
Rains will come down,
In April to bring May the, 
Nice looking flowers and,
Girls and boys will be out of school soon.


wrote 1-31-10


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A Love Lost Through Space And Time

I left everything behind me
Thoughts of a life long ago gone
Left by the edge of an asphalt interstate
A long ago time
Now fading memories
Visions of a long love
The girl I should have married
Shared my life with
Grown old with
Fading in the dense grey fog of time
I can remember her hair
The smell of the shampoo she used
I remember our first kiss
So loving at that high school dance
I remember the first time I told her I loved her
I know why I wanted her in my life
That was so many years ago
Her face
Her eyes
Her lips are fading from my thoughts
I know why I loved her
I know why I still love her
Time and space will not give me another chance
Another chance to regain everything that I lost
She is long gone
And I will never find her again


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In Loving Memory

She’s looking out the window,
watching the rain fall down,
while all her hopes,
are being drowned,
while her heart,
is being broken.

She takes a deep breath,
and climbs out her window.
She wanders for a little while,
wondering what she’ll find.
Then, she sits,
in the middle of the road,
and gazed into the sky,
and watches the rain fall down on her.

She’s so amazed,
she didn’t see it coming,
a unknown bullet,
went right through her head.
I guess you could say,
it was a last request.

The next day,
three more suicides,
were committed.
But all of them,
left notes drenched in blood,
clutched in their hand,
they read:
“In Loving Memory Of All Those Kids Who Had To Go Through High school With No Friends.”


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Fun and Sun in 61

Was it better then, when I was a kid
Looking back at all the things we did
Did the sun shine brighter every day
Was it easier to find your way

Transistor radio by your ear
Roger Maris having a banner year
Delivering newspapers in a canvas bag
Running in the street, playing tag

Dances at the school on Friday night
Laws were written in black and white
They had moral standards on TV
And we blessed ourselves for all to see

We said Under God and crossed our heart
We couldn't wait for school to start
We played with a sponge ball and a fist
With Chubby Checker we did the twist

It was family values that we learned
A sense of pride in what we earned
We said a prayer when day was done
It was fun and sun in '61.


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Gone are the days -Part III


When the school reopened in June,
And we settled in our new desks and benches.

Gone are the days
When we queued up in book depot,
And got our new books and notes.

Gone are the days
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet
Managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.

Gone are the days
We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and
progressed
To fountain pens and ball pens and then micro tips.

Gone are the days
We began drawing with crayons and evolved to
Colour pencils and finally sketch pens.

Gone are the days
We started calculating first with tables and then with
Clarkes tables and advanced to calculators and
computers.

Gone are the days
When we chased one another in the corridors in
Intervals,
And returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat.

Gone are the days
When we had lunch in classrooms,
corridors,Playgrounds,
under the trees and even in cycle sheds.

Gone are the days
When all the colours in the world,
Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays.

Gone are the days
When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table,
Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.

Gone are the days
When cricket was played with writing pads as
bats,
And Neckties and socks rolled into balls.

Gone are the days
When few played "kabadi" and "Co-Co" in scorching sun,
While others simply played "book cricket" in the
confines of classroom.

Gone are the days
Of fights but no conspiracies,
Of Competitions but seldom jealousy.

Gone are the days
When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast,
In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks.

Gone are the days
When few rushed at 3:45 to
"Conquer" window seats in our School bus.

Gone are the days
Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day ,
And the one-month long preparations for them.

Gone are the days
Of the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual
Exams,
And the most enjoyed holidays after them.

Gone are the days
Of tenth and twelfth standards, when we
Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests.

Gone are the days
We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost,
We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought.

Gone are the days
With so much fun in them, so many friends,
So much experience, all this and more.

Gone are the days
But not the memories, which will be
Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and
Ever and ever and Ever......


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In the School of God

In the School of God “1There was a man of the Pharisees, named Nicodemus, a ruler of the Jews: 2The same came to Jesus by night, and said unto him, Rabbi, we know that thou art a teacher come from God: for no man can do these miracles that thou doest, except God be with him.” Jn 3:1-2 KJV In the School of God— There are no failures. Perseverance is essential, Until each over-comer matures. When we fall and ask forgiveness, He hears us from on high; Tells us, “Keep going— On My power rely!” In the School of God— There’s only one text-book. Prayer is essential— Regardless of how things look. We must trust the Teacher, We fail to see with our eyes; Have faith in each outcome; Accept all miracles without surprise! God’s School has ten rules, But each rule is important; The first four for the Principal; The last six for fellow students. God’s rule book is simple— Based on His love; Provides us great freedom; Designed from above. When God’s School rules are broken, He freely forgives; There’s no cane or “naughty corner”; Love and mercy, He gives. He’s provided the Holy Spirit— To enable our obedience. His love’s placed in our hearts And our minds for expedience. In the School of God— There are trials and tests, But He tells us to surrender them— Then He’ll sort out what’s best. The school work is constant, But becomes a delight; No greater joy and pleasure Than to shed God’s “love-light”. In the School of God— Pupils aren’t expelled; No-one fails graduation, Unless by flesh they’re compelled. All have a choice— To ask for help or to leave. Love and freedom are the keys— By the Principal conceived. Prayer: Thank you, God, for the privilege of being a pupil in the School of God and for my text-book (the Holy Bible), as well as the power of your Holy Spirit to enable me to overcome sin and its temptations. Thank you so much for your rules of love that make my life a joy, even in a world full of sin. A-men Featured in my first published book entitled, PoetryTo Touch Your Heart & Soul [Book 1] Copyright © 2010-2012 Maureen LeFanue www.maureenlefanue.com


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1-15-10 thoughts in my head

Sometimes I insolate mysef, just to be as alone as i feel. i smile, but if you would 
pause a moment to look into my eyes, you would see, im really crying. i bite my lip 
and look away from you, because im scared you'll see past what i pretend is strength. 
sometimes i sit, and count pills, or stare at the blade i keep in my drawer; my last 
blade, a keep-sake. everyone walks around smileing, but i wonder, how many of 
those smiles are fake? and would it change anything if we just took a moment to care, 
and see. how many of them are the greatest actors in the world? i want to disappear 
before my death comes. i experiance it every year. it is what has me today alone. 
memories can change a person forever. especially when we relive them, day after day. 
there will be three things in our ending; love, pain, and the never ending memories. 
our own guilt will lead us tp a personal hell. the question with no answer is; will we be 
saved?


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Can I Really Give You The World Part 2

Chorus-You said Im always on the road always on the go
Said I need to spend time with you
Instead of making me seem like Im running on the low
You wanna put the ring on my finger and make me your wife
You want me to give you my life
But Can I really give you the world

Verse 1-I can remember very first time we saw each other
Back in high school and we still together
Fell in love with each other 
Looking at you made me reminice on the love we shared
I know that both of us really cared
Come on baby dont talk our love away
Things would get better I even send you letters
Just to let you know im still lovin you
Now you think about that and Im going to let you
Aint nothing gon change without me being here with you
So here I am there you are 
Thats where I want you to stand
By me like we were cause aint nothing going to change

Chorus-You said Im always on the road always on the go
Said I need to spend time with you
Instead of making me seem like Im running on the low
You wanna put the ring on my finger and make me your wife
You want me to give you my life
Look I will just be your wife and live as a family
But I can't really give you the world


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Hair's Fair Share

                  Thought I had the ugliest hair 
                    in the whole neighborhood;

     rebelliously stiff and coarse, hard-headedly  
                               thick and crude;

            long or short, gel and comb it fought 
                       like it was made of wood,

          like a furious porcupine bristling at you
                                  if you're rude;

             but then at our high school reunion 
                          it made me feel good;

                though unkempt 'twas the object 
                              of salivating envy

                       of those who paid dearly 
                for a hair transplant or a toupee;

          so now about my hair I have a happier 
                                  point of view:

       just comb it slow,make it glow, so it won't 
                                 abandon you!


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State Capital?

Where is it?
Is it north or south?
I’m so confused,
The map says Baton Rouge,
But not our head public official.
The home of the place,
Where we love high school,
Football whistles,
Where we grow sweet potatoes,
Greens, athletes, livestock, cotton and corn,
The place,
Well I should say, 
The region, where I was born.
Where the urban schools systems,
Are the cream of the crop.
Where school administrators don’t call you,
For a job interview.
Where you apply seven times
 For a position, that’s currently open,
And seven times declined,
I thought I currently live in the state capital 
That is physical.
But not the spiritual,
Nah, my people and hateful teachers do.
Where they wave the other flags,
That are red white and blue.
Darn, I’m all messed up, 
Or should I say messed down?
The darn state capital is Monroe/W. Monroe
My back wood tailed hometown.
 


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Denton

If I could take away this distance
move this school nearer Denton
I'd do it within an instant
I wish that I could walk to see you
or take a minute drive
I could see you a lot more often
whenever you were on my mind
I could walk up to your front door
and ring the bell all the time
And if I did not have schoolwork
we could go out to dinner
almost every night
I could always kiss you goodnight
just pull you in and squeeze you real tight
I could be there if you were real sad
I could hold you if you felt real bad
In the summer we could take walks
and sit on swings in the park
When winter came I'd get a blanket
and keep you warm on the couch
And you could see me in my dorm
to say hello on study nights
It would be such a pleasant surprise
you would be such a wanted sight
It would be so nice to see you
It would be so nice to see you


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a new day, same style

again I sit in the seat of a student, back to being a kid. 
back to the realities of life, in which I have hid.
again come the papers and exams
back to the all nighters and study crams
again set outside of this basic mold
back to the iron bars, secluded and cold
I am who I am, set outside of the box
my mind is my own, and my thoughts are unlocked


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Untitled #146 / A Page of Definite Answers

A Page of Definite Answers
confronts the students,
daunting them with its Rightness


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a gray area

a gray area exists when the light dulls &
when it begins to tint this way
we run frantic, like the unluckiest chicken on the
farm,
who’s up next for a beheading---
like roaches scampering from a dry place to a damp one &
though the light is craved by many
the reality is that so many more live in the darkness
wishing, wanting & waiting
for a chance to walk into the gray
with that almost seemingly impossible notion that
the light on the other side
may be open to one more
occupant.

crossing through the gray area requires a better hand
than one is born with,
if one wasn’t born with the silver spoon---
it requires those things found necessary to survive
under the man’s pressing thumb
it requires money, ultimately &
in the disease ridden system 
which breathes in dollar bills (for now) 
in order to get it,
there are a series of steps perpetuated by the old money &
updated, supported & thrust upon the rest of us by the
new money---

so that if you stay in school &
if you do well in school &
if you apply to college &
you get into that college &
you don’t drop out from that college &
you do well in that college &
you apply to a grad school, or a med school or a 
law school &
you do get into that school &
you do well in that school &
you come out of that school all the better,
you are supposed to be well equipped to
get a job whose pay will correspond to all the years spent
going in & out of schools
keeping your brain to the metal &
putting anything else in your life on hold
until you are ready to make that paper in the
“real world.”

but when all your academic struggle is over,
you still have all the debt you accrued while
dreaming
that one day you’d be able to pay it all off,
that one day,
you’d be able to walk through that gray area
from dark to light &
thrive,
like the good capitalist empire has 
promised---
in fact, if you have traveled from other countries
believing all the images & stories 
from exported american films,
you are in even more dire straits,
for the inability to get a job & 
pay off all the debt,
might mean dragging yourself back to your 
native country,
now, with a debt the size of jupiter &
nothing but disappointment in the eyes of 
all the people who put their beliefs in you
when you decided to move to 
“the land of the free.”

staring in the mirror
said individual finds themselves stating out loud
(as if anyone was listening) 
that “had i known things were going to end up like this,
i never would have tried so hard.”


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We

as wars are waged in our homelands we sit out here gettin education for our 
own future,
thinkin of ourselves, we forget about the whole purpose of our mission to 
America,
we capture the American culture and forget our own,
we show gang signs and skip school instead of learning what we came to learn,
we act as if this was our own country, when we know we’ve only been here for 
few years,
we act as if we know everything and don’t need school, when school was the 
whole reason for being here,
we start fights at school, when part of the reason we were here was to get out of 
violence,
we get on welfare and cheat the system instead of gettin a job,
we leave home telling parents we’re going to be doctors and get to school acting 
gangsters,
we talk about making differences in other’s lives when we’re the ones that need 
to change first,
we say we are discriminated against, knowing that it’s our own people 
discriminating against us,
we watch our people suffer in our homeland on television and shed a little bit of 
tears to make ourselves feel better and talk about different subject as soon as 
it’s over,
we are cared for, more than we care about ourselves and each other, 
when something occurs in a country where we benefit from, we focus on that 
country till everything is situated,
but if it occurs in our homeland where no benefit comes from, we turn our cheeks 
and ignore it as if it never happened,
we are convinced to believe what we see on television,
we talk about freedom, opportunity, and justice but really when the number one 
thing that matters the most is money,
money is not only used but also worshiped due to the fact that you can buy out 
laws,
how could there be an equal opportunity when only the rich get richer off the poor 
and the poor are left to survive on what they can and then thrown in jail for trying 
to stay alive,
we watch the news to only see the negativity of our surroundings,
we talk about the future of our next generations but disrespect them about their 
knowledge,
we call our country “United States of America,” while we terrorize one another, 
where is the unity in that?
how can we unite when we think so far apart?
how can we make a difference without changing oneself?
what makes us who were are, also makes us an enemy,
who do you think is “we” when I say we


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Entrance to Grad School

Goin’ to school
Grad school that is
But I’ve got to wait
Till they choose me
There’s a simple
Process needed to be done
Before they allow me in
It’s an admission decision
They will notify me
By email, phone, or letter
I’m waiting painstakingly
For the results

Russell Sivey


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Remember how it used to be

Wouldn't it be nice to live in a world 
Where poverty doesn't exist and hate no longer ruled 
Where our children could play side by side 
And not have to worry or try to run and hide 

A world where you and I could be friends 
Where all of us can easily make amends 
Go back to a time if you can or are able 
When you seen the world as a story or fable 

When you were small and in school 
Did you care who was green purple or blue 
Did you ever have a problem playing a child's game 
We all jumped rope and played catch the same 

Do you remember your first crush 
And when that person walked by how you would blush 
It's not that hard as you can see 
To make it better for you and for me 

What we all need to do at times it seems 
Is to remember that school yard and remember your dreams 
But most of  all I hope you all can try to  see 
Do your best to remember how it used to be 




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Guilty, Guilty, Guilty

 

As the doors to my prison door slammed shut.
   It was then I realized just how deeply my life had sunk into this rut.
And why, what was the reason that put me here?
   Second degree manslaughter and they said it quite clear.
It seems I plowed into a van full of kids coming from a high school game.
   One mother cryingly said, don’t you have any pity do you feel any shame?
For she lost two sons that night, that night of the game.
    I was there executioner, I was to blame.
I was just out for a good time making all of the bars.
    I didn’t know I was that drunk but I still pack those scars
The jury found me guilty that very first day.
    And the old judge handed me my sentence he said son you must pay.
Well locked in those handcuffs they carried me back to my cell.
     I heard one mother holler, I hope you rot, you rot in hell.
Thirty years was the sentence but not near enough.
     For it was three young men’s lives that I did snuff.
The death penalty would have been more fitting for this deed that I’ve done.
     Letting a drunk person drive is like giving a crazy person a gun.
And I think the people that sell the stuff need to be accountable as well.
     Let them get a little taste of sitting in a cell.
Folks this is just a made up story but it could have been true.
    For there were many nights I was out there driving drunk uncaring of what I 
could do.
I’m the lucky one, for God took my desire to drink and I don’t anymore.
   Alcohol is an addicting drug with a swinging door.
It weakens all your defenses and it makes you a bum.
    And like the man in this story his life will never be worth nothing he turned it to 
scum.
So friend if you’re an alcoholic, admit it to yourself then seek help, and right away.
    But please do it before something like this happens, that’s all I have to say.


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Memories of 'Shirley Corner' school and' Miss Ball'

The old school bell would ring out at the start of the day.
Chalk on blackboards, shirts and ties.
The school colours of green and gold.
Crowded classrooms, with very little room.

Lunchtimes were spent in classrooms,small and crampt.
No kitchen, the meals brought in.
Meals served up by Mrs May and Mrs Coles.
Dinner ladies Mrs Turner,Mrs Burd and Mrs Bolt.

Four classes, plus one held in the village hall.
My class of thirty seven, tables in long rows side by side.
Janet and John books then Peter and Jane.
Classroom Assemblies were the norm'.

The headmaster Mr Collier strict and stern.
There were very few facilities.
Mrs Bird,Mr Scott,Mrs Collier and young Mss Ball.
And Pre National Curriculum....

The children having separate playtimes.
In the tiny playground, there wasn't much room.!
Outside toilets, cold in winter.
Morning break;children drinking milk out of a bottle with a straw.

The long hot hazy summer days
sports day held in the farmers field across the way.
The three legged race and the egg and spoon.
Children running, jumping, having fun.

And then the important news...
We're soon to have a.... Brand New School !


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Feel Proud to be Who You Are

Everyone hates me, I can feel it
I can see the look of despise in their eyes.
The way they snicker when I walk by
Gives an eerie feeling of shame to my inner self.

Hold your head up high little one
A look of despise is a look of jealousy
No need to feel so helpless
Feel proud to be who you are

A push into the depths of hatred
Reveals a cut to add to this shameful life
A giggle to my name
Reveals a heart being destroyed.

Hold your head up high little one
Don’t let them take you to the depths of hatred
No need to feel so helpless
Feel proud to be who you are.

Nasty rumors take flight through the air
Making a tear of loneliness slither down my face.
Slander written through pieces of literature
Creates a stabbing sensation through my already shattered heart.

Hold your head up high little one
Rumors are from those whom wish they were like you
No need to feel so helpless
Feel proud to be who you are.

My shattered heart can’t take anymore
I feel so still and lonely
My tears of hurt and anger fall no more
Because I have dried away the shame and despise.

Hold your head up high little one
Your shattered heart will soon start to heal.
No need to feel so helpless
Feel proud to be who you are.

I am holding my head high now
The jealousy now all makes sense
My heart is rebuilt and my inner self is starting to glow
I am PROUD to be who I am.

Hold your head high little one
I told you that time would heal the pain
No need to feel so helpless
Feel proud to be who you are.


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Thanks, Neils Bohr

Neils Bohr came up with a simple way,
To picture an atom. Now I’m glad to say,
Thank you for the atom’s planetary model.
To me in my learning the basics of chemistry.
This model made a heap of sense to me.
It helped me to learn a concept that’s quite complex.
Bohr, I must say that you’re one of the best.
Thanks Neils, Thanks Bohr,
Thanks some more.

Now when I think of an atom,
I think of the ringed-planet Saturn.
Thanks to you Bohr oh so dearly.
Now because of your theory,
I’m able to vision an atom in my brain clearly,
With much precision.

Thanks Bohr, for your brain’s mechanism
To make sensationally scientific decisions.
Great job, for your work you received 
The physics Nobel Prize in 1922.
I would not have made good grades
In physics and chemistry,
If it were not for you.
Thanks to you Bohr,
Chemistry is a subject that I adore.
Thanks Neils, Thanks Bohr,
Thanks some more.



wrote 1-29-10


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Krazy Daze

We hit it once, We hit it twice
Isn't that bong oh so nice
The bigger the hit the bigger the cloud
The bigger the cloud
The more your proud
Sitting here in school today
Wishing just to fly away
Waiting for the day to end
Wanting just to get high my friend
Sitting
Wishing
Wanting
Waiting
Sitting here while my heads deflating
Need that smoke back in my brain
School is truly making me insane
Wishing my eyes would just turn red
Wanting that smoke back in my head


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Put It On Paper!

When you’re happy,
Or have a bit of anger,
And you can talk to no one,
To release it put it on paper.
Who cares if it rhymes?
You have free time,
And need to free your mind.
Whatever feeling you have,
And no one has time for you.
Punch those phrases,
Out on the paper.
Doesn’t matter 
If there are line 
On it or not
You will no longer 
Feel confined
Then you have a work
Of art with words.
It could be published.
If it is has quality 
So you feel happy
Or disturbed
And no one wants
To hear what you 
Have to say.
Put it on paper!
Read it aloud,
And stand proud! 
Tell that anger
See you later
Or that happiness
Come back again.
Don’t ever underestimate
The power of the pen.
Let the words flow.
Paper will be,
 Your new friend!


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My Final

I don’t know what to do now
My final is here and hard
At a loss, my next action
Should I carry on

Terrible is the final
Where I don’t understand much
It hurts to see such hard work
Where do I begin

Russell Sivey


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What a Lost Soul

Since I am Here The Veil grows Stronger but, You're not here for me I'm just-- Another Lost Soul you know, The people you find on the curbs on streets, During Rainy Days not going anywhere but Deeper into their own Disease but, It's not a disease, for they look for cures for diseases Here the patient cares not Only I could say something like that but since I'm here I just might as well sit on the curb on a rainy day and drown in a new-state-disease what A lost soul I am never enough could satisfy always more What a Lost Soul


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Mines & Yours

my soul my passion
your soul your fashion
my game my rules
your game your tools
my world my affection 
your world your aggression 
my school my teacher
your school your preacher
My thought my remarks
your thoughts your art
my pain my suffer
your pain your recover
my church my prayer
your church your Savior
my time my life 
your time your sacrifice
My God My Jesus
Your God You Better Believe It!


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High School

Ah, that smell of bread from Home Ec.,
Just can't be real to me,
Because school just seems to be a part of everyone's misery,
But then I realize
The bread from there is as real as a bakery's.
And when I'm with my friend,
The fun of bugging her in the hallways
Never seems to end.

Then I take one more look at what school is like,
I begin to admit to myself
That it's not so bad,
But when my mother gets mat at me
About homework
I stress about how hard it all seems
And think that my teachers are all jerks.
But I always finish it off in the end,
And then the whole cycle goes around again.
The truth is, I always change my mind and say
My teachers are so nice that I could consider them friends,
Sometimes I only pretend to like them.

But what's worse then teachers
Is how I see people smoke
And hear their choices about drinking and parties.
I stare at them and think, "They're gonna be really ugly..."
'Cause I'll never give into peer pressure,
Because my only pleasures are a lot better.

High school is such a big thing,
That when the bell rings
A rush of students go up and down the stairs.
Once you get to class,
Sems like the assignment you get is a pain in the ass,
And it feels like the day will never end,
Especially if you don't have a friend.

I always want to sleep-in, but when I wake up
I think school is so lame,
And sometimes I sleep through the whole day.
And when the sky is grey,
It always seems to be trying to say
That there should be no sun rays on a day at school.
But then, I think through it again and believe that there will
Always be good and bad things in whatever life will bring.


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What does it mean to be cool?

Does being cool mean being known
Does being cool mean fitting in
Does being cool mean acting as if you're not 
Because being smart makes you a nerd
If so then anyone can be cool
But only few people can be real.


Details | Quatrain | |

What is Covetousness

Covetousness is Greed
Part of 7 Capital Sins
Or Deadly Sins
Greed is an excessive desire for worldly things


Details | Rhyme | |

Coverting Within the SI

Converting within the SI units,
Or metric system,
Is not a tough task.
How do you begin?
There are 2 ways,
That I know,
Dimensional analysis,
By using the powers of ten,
Or moving the decimal by,
Using this acronym,
KHDDCM-
King Henry Died Don't Call Me,
Or King Henry Died Drinking Chocolate Milk.
Which one do you use?
Use the one that is easier to you.


Details | Concrete | |

Who to blame

To  be accepted is to not be alone
To be different is to be in a zone
Columbine was it a accident
Who to blame for the Killing Indents
Was kid push to be killing fool
Was they mock pick on
At school 
to become fool
  People form group society
If you different people treat you 
Inefficiently
Don’t lie to me

Like milk people tend to spoil
If given  comfort place
They tend to mold decay like soil
To live without trouble
N fact s the idea world
To live with peace 
Would be the least 
In people minds
Dirt confusing is what drive people pleasure
This corruption is in all level


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The Invisible Man 11

An innocent angel one made of pure happiness brightened, cleaned each golden day,
On the grass outside our class you making daisy chains, me football, during play,
Friends moving away leaving school gone forever young faces we will never forget,
These young friends were precious gifts we were lucky and we should never regret.
Treading these pathways of the past saddens me then brings a big smile to my face,
When the grass was much greener the flowers smelt stronger and life a slower pace,
You, so tiny such good fun so kind and beautiful I looked forward to school days,
Learning skills for life that were not taught in the classroom but in other ways,
I had known you most of your very short life and for that I am a very lucky man,
I wanted to carry on knowing you my beautiful friend now only in my heart I can,
I see you on the playground laughing and always smiling happy and full of health,
Beautiful days my gold, my priceless diamonds, but you were my precious wealth,
Those beautiful days are lost and gone forever you left me alone when you died,
There is not much I can do I'm lost, scared now you have gone and left my side.


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Times Are Changing

There was a time when i can remember being able to say hi to all you meet.
There was a time you could trust your neighbor.
There was a time we could walk down the street not being afraid of whom we meet.
There was a time we were not afraid to leave our front doors unlock.
There was a time when we were not afraid to ride down the street with our car windows open.
There was a time when we were not afraid to send our children to school or out doors to play.
What have happen to these times where have they gone.
Now were afraid to speak or to look at anyone we  may meet. 
The simplest thing as sending our children to school makes us wheary of what they may encounter once they leave our front door.
Gun shooting and explosives everywhere.
People taking their anger out on all those they may see.
Not caring who they hurt or what they may destroy.
Parents hurting their children and children hurting their parents.
How Can This Be.
Family destroying the lives of other family members and friends killing friends.
What has brought us all to this.
Where did the love and kindness go.
Helping one another lending a helping hand.
We all need to pull together and change the wrongs of the world today.
There is a better way of handling things a better way of getting things done.
Life is short enough on its own.
We do not need anyone to make it shorter for us.



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Your Stronger Then That

People laughing your selfestem is crashing 
you want to just run away but the others will say more and more things till you 
start to cry, 
and fall apart you think you not smart, pretty, or that you have a good heart.
 all because of what stuck up bullys said you might even wish that you would 
rather be dead. 
But always remember that your stronger then that and don't for one minute, or 
even one second think that you would rather be dead 
because its only in your head. 
Think about it you'd rather be dead because others said stupid things that they'll 
end up regreting later in there life, 
but what ever you do fight for life never let it out of site 
because if you do you'll regret it so and you should know there are people who 
love and care about you so much, 
because everyone is special in there own 
unquie way, 
and everyone is loved by someone in the world and people will 
respect you if you let your voice be heard.


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playing with the young christians head

playing with the young christian’s head

when i was in 6th grade,
i can remember the rumors from a neighboring school spun 
about a young girl around my age
who had gone into the bathroom &
rambled on “bloody mary” repeatedly in front of the mirror---
apparently, as the story went, she ended up in the hospital
because she had been traumatized by something that
“attacked” her in the bathroom &
the scared little christians who populated the middle of nowhere elementary school
thought that demons, or a witch, or something 
downright awful 
had shone its face to the girl,
and so, as little kids do 
(unfortunately, no different than “adults”),
the morbid curiosity & a combination of boredom throughout the day
forced some of them to go into the bathroom at my school &
repeat the same idiotic behavior
in order to “summon” whatever it was that
had been rumored to show up
when you should’ve been pissing or taking a shit.

my own threshold for annoyance had about been pushed to its limit &
so i myself went into the bathroom, turned the light off 
(so my moronic classmates could see the crack under the door become dark) &
proceeded to dig my fingertips (never had much fingernail growth as i bite them like a fiend) into my neck enough as to leave a few red streaks---
and i put my favorite shocked face on, flicking on the light again &
walking out into the classroom.

with wide eyes like those of parishioners of an evangelical psycho,
they stared up at me, a nonbeliever, in a combination of brand new horror,
mixed with a self-righteous “i told you so, now don’t you believe?  ain’t ya gonna come over to our side of the tracks now?” look 
painted all over their faces.

after i sat down,
depicting as much fake shock & horror that i could muster,
i started to laugh with a mixture of disgust 
stemming from looking in their brainwashed eyes &
utter relief, 
that i myself could not be made to believe as they.


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Another Memory

Summer day and a few minutes to spare
Take a swing around where the old school once stood
Finding only a parking lot and a tear in my eye
Another memory destroyed by progress
Pep rally in the school yard
How she smiled in her innocence
Laughing all the way to the corner store
Pinball's in the back room
Lucky dangling from the corner of your mouth
Two for a nickel to play it cool
Running Scared playing on the juke box
Maybe tonight in the park
Another memory fills my eyes
Dancing in the auditorium
Drifters singing Save The Last Dance For Me
A soft kiss with Goodnight Sweetheart Goodnight
Heart pounds. See you Monday
Walking those halls with her books under your arm
Passing notes in the classroom
Detention again. Oh no! Hitch hiking home.
Back on the bus in the morning. No Smoking!!
Prayer and Pledge. A new day starts
Sadie Hawkins Dance? Yes, I'll see you there
Bobbie socks and pedal pushers
Just another memory.


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Changes

I remember being in High School,
Doing things because they were 'cool'.
Skipping class and making friends,
Relationships I thought would never end.

I have great memories from way back when,
But time goes by and people grow.
The friends I had back then,
Now I barely know.

We've all gone our separate ways,
And swore we'd keep in touch,
Sent an occasional card out on holidays,
But now I miss them all so much.

I miss the crazy things we did;
I was a wild, imaginative kid.
I wouldn't change it either way,
Because it's shaped who I am today.


Details | I do not know? | |

Food for Thought II

Many problems in the world
Church is one
Self-appointed kings are Founders
Of non-existent Kingdom

Heaven is our kingdom
The King is Jesus Christ
He started it and only Catholic or Roman Catholic Church
Be sure before you die, you're a Roman Catholic

Your God, is my God
Only one in 3 different Divine persons
Men and women are able to know the truth
We thought we'll be in our Kingdom

Disappointed when we knew the truth
We expected but we're cut with the double edge sword
First good impression is can be a lie
Hard to change a reputation

Our God is Jesus Christ
Cooperate with the grace He gives
To not sin
We ignore Jesus in our side

Just cooperate in His Church
He grants you to be very careful of sinning
Pay back what you owe
Unless each of you forgives your brother from your heart


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Untitled #137 / Wrrrippp!

Wrrrippp!
A new noise becomes routine in physics class!
The only sound that will remain!


Details | I do not know? | |

Something That will Always Stay

She always wore braids,
With beads on the ends.
She was tall for her age,
And we were best friends.
We walked together to school everyday,
Than after school, we’d go to her house and play.
But we always had to do our homework first,
Then we got to go and play in the dirt. 
We did absolutely everything together.
Forever and always I will remember.
Like when we would run up the street,
To the 711 to get a blue slurpie.
Every Sunday, we’d have a barbeque,
And we’d fill our plates big enough for two.
One time she cut my hair really short,
And that haircut was never on the cover of vogue.
And one time her step dad had taken us fishing,
We had fun even though we didn’t catch anything.
We would pick out our clothes to dress just alike,
And after all that time we only hated each other twice,
We would always make up the very next day,
Our friendship is something that would always stay.
When you saw her, you always saw me,
And that’s the way it had to be.
Now this is a story that I dread to tell,
It all started when she rang my doorbell.
We were going to walk to school that day,
So we wouldn’t be late, we got on our way.
For some reason we were laughing uncontrollably,
You know, the kind of laughing that makes it hard to breathe.
I remember the smile on her face,
At that exact moment and at that exact place.
We laughed when we saw some boys running past,
Up until we heard a loud blast.
I stopped, and turned around and stared,
What I saw had made me very scared.
My mind went blank,
I felt my heart sink.
She was lying on the ground,
All I heard was my heart pound.
My mind was in a paralyzed state,
Her life was taken at the age of eight.
A drive by shooting caused in all,
The last thing I saw was watching her fall.
I stood there until my mom came and got me, 
I can’t believe she died right in front of me.
There’s been a void in my heart ever since,
I miss the sleepovers and dressing like twins.
I think about what she could have become,
Her future and things she could have done.
Then I am forced to think of the past,
And how her life was taken so fast.
I wipe a tear away from my eye,
I had watched my best friend die.
I miss everything about my best friend,
Forever and always until the end.


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Could Have Been Me

I have two brothers and that is it,
A sister would have made it perfect.
I met this girl and we hung out all the time,
I finally had a sister of mine.
Even though, we didn’t have the same family,
She was as real as a real sister could be.
And I was six years younger than her,
But that didn’t really seem to matter.
I knew her brother and her dad,
When I met her, her mom had just past.
I met her boyfriend and her cousins too,
Her only sister had died at age two.
One thing set her apart from the rest,
She would never settle for less.
She broke up fights and talked things out,
She was a peacemaker without a doubt.
Her brother and dad were in and out of jail,
For drug possession and intent to sell.
She graduated from high school with a 4.0,
And not one college she applied to said no.
There was not one time she didn’t have my back,
Whether for moral support or even an attack.
I remember this one time her and me,
Were riding as passengers and her brother was driving.
They used to let me sit in the front seat,
Because they knew that is where I had wanted to be.
We had just pulled over to get some gas,
She came up to the front seat and put the music on blast.
A song that we liked had just came on,
And we started singing along.
Her brother was inside of the store,
And a car pulled up that she couldn’t ignore.
All of a sudden she jumped on top of me,
I had no idea about what was happening. 
I didn’t know what was going on,
But I could tell something was definitely wrong.
She jumped back and she started to choke,
And I noticed there was blood coming out of her throat.
Her shoulder was the next thing the bullet had hit,
There’s no way my sister can die like this!
Her blood felt warm against my skin,
That’s when I realized what was happenin’.
Her brother barged his way through the car door,
He picked up her body and threw it on the floor.
I could not believe that he just did that,
He didn’t stop or even look back.
He feared about getting locked up at any moment,
Because I found out that he had a warrant.
If he didn’t do that could she have been saved?
We will never know, we had to dig her grave.
I didn’t even go to her funeral,
I mean, I couldn’t because I was feeling too miserable.
I pray for her family, her friends and her soul,
My life, to her I will always owe,
My mind is still in awe you see,
It happened to her, but it could have been me.


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Pentecost


Fom Greek pentecoste = the fiftieth day after Easter
Originally feast on whichIsrael celebrated 
The establishment of the covenant with God
On Mount Sinai
Through the Pentecost event in Jerusalem
It became for Christians the feast of the Holy Spirit

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Details | I do not know? | |

Forgotten

Yeah, go off,
Enjoy yourselves,
I don't care,
Just leave me on the shelf.

You guys don't notice,
That I help you shine,
But you all ignore me,
I'm just wasting my time.

I pass by,
And you smile and laugh,
Not because of me,
But for others who pass.

I sit there with you,
On that table so round.
You never notice me crying,
Even though I'm so loud.

Am I really here?
Or am I a figment of imagination?
Would you guys even notice,
If I moved across the nation?

Am I really here?
Or am I a ghost?
Like someone who would come back,
To visit this earth?

Sometimes I feel like, 
I've been thrown away,
Just like the trash,
Each and every day.

I don't get it,
I don't know why,
But when I pass by,
You guys never say hi.

One thing I've noticed,
As the time went by,
When I walk away,
You guys only say bye.

I feel like I'm not wanted,
Oh! How this makes me feel so rotten,
But I think, 
And I know,
That I have been,
FORGOTTEN.


Details | I do not know? | |

Highschool Crush

Living the college life style, amongst the crowd, I’m too old for a high school crush
Woman of different life style’s, grown and wild, I shouldn’t have a high school crush  

Too much pride, but not enough to hide this high school crush
In twined with mind, but too shy to deny my high school crush

To beautiful to lust, to precious to cuss, but damn I got a high school crush
The Lord must of graced her great angelic face, I see why I got a high school crush  

When I see her in the street my heart skips beat, I’m open cause of high school crush
When we meet smile and greet I think of how I would treat my high school crush

All I do is sit and dream about her being my lovely queen, she’s more than a high school crush
I like her to much to believe, I could show her what I mean, if I talk to my high school crush

I really must be bugging; I’m in need of some womanly loving, but only from my high school crush.
 


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To Our Young people

For all that life has given me nothing is more greater than being a mom,
that is the one thing in life that I cherish the most is to have been able to be a part 
of  your lives to get to know each of you as the indiviuals that you are,And to 
have had the chance to grow with you and see where your lives would take you 
has been the best trip I've enjoyed,I know there are still more rides to enjoy on 
this road and I hope we continue to share those rides together whether good or 
bad I wouldn't want to share the ride with anyone else beside me except 
you,alway's knowthat whether I'm near or far,my heart and love will alway's be 
with you,to remind you your never far from my mind or thee heart, you have truly 
rewarded me in so many ways that I will never be able to repay you for the joy's 
and the lessons you have taught me,I only hope that when I've left your side that 
you have enough of my love in you to be able to walk on with all that I have tried to 
pass on to you,may it be enough to keep your heart strong.When i'm  no longer 
there to hear the words you speak in person or by phone and when your mind 
starts to play games of the loss you feel,I only hope the heart will go on to pump 
the love I have for you thru your veins as a vessel of my love ,my mother had 
alway's let me know in words that I was loved but it's important to me that you be 
able to read this when you feel the need to be sure where my heart lies,we will 
never agree completely on alot of things but that will never stop the love that flows 
thru my heart,keep these words close to  your heart  and let them alway's echo 
as a reminder of what I feel for you,my children.




                                                                                    love,
                                                                                          mom


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The Stranger (Part 2)

I'm so scared and confused,
Feeling abandoned and bruised.
I'm so alone and don't know why,
When I think of the stranger, I can't help but cry.

It all happened four months ago,
But I just recently started to show.
When I see myself, I think of that day,
When the stranger threw my life away.

The morning after pill was not an option,
Neither was abortion, but maybe adoption.
I couldn't take an innocent life away;
For his crime, I shouldn't have to pay.

I'm so mixed up, I don't know what to do,
My friends and family don't know what I've been through.
I'm only a child, just barely sixteen,
High School kids can be insensitive and mean.

I'm going to have to tell someone soon,
The baby's due at the end of June.
I don't know what my family will say,
And because of that, I'm dreading that day.

How am I going to raise a baby,
When my parents are still taking care of me?
What am I going to do?
How will I make it through?

It's not fair that I'm forced to make this decision,
But I think I'll put my baby up for adoption.
That way she'll be raised in a better place,
But I will never forget her face.

She'll be in my heart wherever I go,
And I just hope she will know,
That when I lie in bed at night,
I'll think about her and hope my decision was right.


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Shish (Hating)

Everyday I wake up being determined
The only thing that catches this eye
in a life of mines is why they hate me so much
from my friends to foes
I get tired of childish plays
from the fellas that just wanna lay

Now you thinking Im crazy
I just been going through some things
but don't no one understand
but they wanna expose my name
thats all that they know
they don't know the struggle
all they see is the trouble
I just shish; don't say nothing

these rumors they killing me on the inside
I battle the tears on the out 
where I still show my pride

Everday I watch my friends change
its all a shame
I been trying to make it through this game
now that Im doing something with my life
they want to put me down
all it is; is hating
they criticize me, talk about me and family
now just know 
only person that know me is God and I

So I just shish 
and let these haters keep on hating 
cause I don't ever want to take your place
In my life Im goin to keep hustling 
until I get my paper chase

What's stopping now 
So I just shish; let these haters rise me higher
is that my name in your mouth
but you better be careful
don't let the quiet cute girl fool you
I will straight mess you up

Yeah I talk it
Im never holding it back
because it makes me mad 
when you think you about to out
do me in your loud ghetto talking ways

Many people say why I don't wear my hair like this
Why I don't talk like this
Why do I think Im better than this person or that
hold up listen 
when did I ever have to be like you
you must forgotten my name
Neshia B. off in this thing
cause thats how I set it off
I got my own style
don't worry about trying to change up my profile
Im just another lady that has more class
telling you haters to kiss my but

What makes me upset
is how certain friends change on me
but my grandpa told me before he died
 I was going to walk down this road
Im sitting here like dang
he told me so
I knew that would come anyways
for better or worse
its for the better; it just shows me who real and who fake
So I just take what life throws at me
and try to live it out a better way

So I just shish; let these haters keep on hating


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Slow DOWN!

In this fast paced day and ag
all anyone has in mind
is finishing school, growing up
leaving childhood behind

regardless of the circumstances
and regardless of what they needf
parents push their kids too hard
the key emphasis is speed

"Quick quick! hurry up! Learn faster
are you out of your mind?
You can't afford to move that slow
your going to be left behind"

Pushing children to act like adults
expecting matruity beyond their years
never listening to anything they have to say
not their questions, doubts or fears

Underage we have no voice
we are neither seen nor heard
but the things you expect us KIDS to do
are really damn absurd

a generation of adolescants
pushed ahead and forced to compete
fighting in the adult world
attempting to find their feet

Listen, we are not ready
to act and think like you
when we grow up, we will go on
and do the things you do

You have CHILDREN in the workforce
struggling for their wage
with the whole world on their shoulders
before they are of age!

Give us a little more time
before you put us to teh test
let us learn just a little bit more
before we have to compete with the rest


Details | Rhyme | |

Writing

Writing sets me free.
It helps me get my point across.
When I am writing, no one is my boss.
The literary genre of my choice is poetry,
Because it creates the very image of my inner voice.
I’m not very talkative in fact:
People are surprised when they see me act like they act.
Back to the genre of poetry,
I like it because it sound like the lyrics of rap M.C.’s
Again, I say it lets you know,
The real me.

I had no idea that God gave me the gift of writing poetry.
I realized it when the so-called love of my life walked out on me.
It was the only nonviolent way of easing my pain, 
Because I had already done so many things to get over it that caused me shame.

Not only writing is a talent.
I have many hobbies some could call me a jack-of-all trades.
I love music, singing, scientific works, and reading books-that all people made.
Numerous talents have me unsure of what career to pick.
I don’t know what I should be.

I think sometimes that I want to be a singer, engineer, or teacher/scientist.
I often wonder, is all of that really me?
I have no clue of what I should do.
Maybe there is a way that I could mix,
All of these talents together.

Writing helps me get all of my thoughts out.
Maybe I should be a writer on various topics of my interests.
I am a quiet person so writing is way that I shout,
About my beliefs, attitudes, interests, and general. 





Details | Couplet | |

Friendship

School is over and we're on top of the world,
Our futures ready to be unfurled,

Who knows where we'll be in twenty years;
Married and with successful careers?

Or deadbeats living on each other's floors,
There's just so many open doors!

But as one thing starts, another ends;
For fourteen years we've been best friends,

One summer more and we'll be dispersed,
But we're going to make some memories first,

These times will end before we know it,
So let's not waste a single minute!

I'm loving the rollercoaster ride,
As every day is spent outside,

And though it's sadly undeniable
That we are spontaneous and unreliable,

It only adds to the teenage thrill,
As all our wishes we rush to fulfill,

Staying out most every night,
Then dancing home at morning light,

Sleeping in most every day,
Sending waking hours into disarray,

Delighted smiles in impulsive filming,
Pure happiness captured as bonds are building,

And yet it's scary and sort of strange,
Not knowing how things are going to change,

But one thing's certain as round our necks
Our cherished friendship pendants rest,

As the dawn of a new era arrives,
We know we'll be friends for all our lives.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Gone Are The Days.... PART- I

gone r the days
when the school reopened in june
& v settled in our new desks & benches.

gone r the days
when v queued up in book depot
& got our new books & notes.

gone r the days
when v wanted 2 sundays & no mondays yet
managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.

gone r the days
v learnt writing with slates & pencils 
& progressed to fountain pens & ball pens & then to micro tips.

gone r the days
v began drawing with crayons & evolved to color pencils 
& finally sketch & tube colors.

gone r the days
we started calculating first with tables 
& then advanced to calculators & to computers.

gone r the days
when v chased one another in the corridors in intervals
& returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat.

gone r the days
when v had lunch in classrooms, corridors, playgrounds, 
under the trees & even in cycle sheds.

gone r the days
when all the colors in the world
decorated the campus on the second saturdays.

gone r the days
when a single PT period in the week's time-table
was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.

gone r the days
when cricket was played with writing pads as bats 
& neckties & socks rolled into balls.

gone r the days
when few played "kabadi" & "kho-kho" in scorching sun
while others simply played "book cricket" in the confines of the classroom.

gone r the days
of fights but no conspiracies
of competitions but seldom jealousy.

gone r the days
when v used to watch live cricket telecasts
in the opposite house in intervals & lunch breaks.

gone r the days
when few rushed early to 
"conquer" window seats in the bus.

gone r the days
while few had tiffin, others had "kulfi ice-cream", 
"vada pav" & "pepsi" in lunch hours.

gone r the days
of sports day & the annual school day
& the one-month long preparations for them.

gone r the days
of tenth standard when v spent almost 
the whole year writing revision tests.

gone r the days
v learnt,v enjoyed,v played,v won,v lost
v laughed,v cried,v fought,v thought.


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unexpectation

two wee lads grew up in the same village---
with their houses only a short distance away
they became close friends at an early age
playing the same sports, both learning how to
play an instrument, stumbling through early flirtations with
girls & even pondering their prospective futures---
theirs was an unparalleled bromance.

upon the eve of their high school graduation,
one of the young men decided that he wanted to go to school for
marketing---
he wanted to go to school to study what he thought was a lucrative field
so that he would 
sooner than later
be rolling in the benjamins---
because, with mucho benjamins came mucho power
and with mucho power came mucho women---
this all made sense to an 18 year old who had 
only one thing on his mind.

the other young man was passionate
he was far too passionate to take on the business world
or to involve himself with anything
lucrative at all---
he took it upon himself to pursue his painting
with a few pit stops in other countries along the way
scrapping & meeting new people
meeting more new people & scrapping further.

and while one idea followed a distinct plan 
with a definable conclusion in sight,
the other path functioned without any direction 
whatsoever &
the very absence of expectation 
during the whole of his travels
made the way of the second young man’s life
seemingly much more interesting than the 
first’s.  

over the years the two individuals lost touch as things
go---
the first graduated college, began working for a big firm,
got married & moved out to the west coast---
the second went the other direction, overseas,
never rooting anywhere for more than a bit of time.

years went by
as years do,
and in time the marketing man climbed the ladder---
his dwelling grew in size
his brood multiplied
and all seemed well in happytown.

the other, whose legs continued to cross 
borders, but whose pockets never really jingled much,
he continued, without expectation.

the man with the big house &
the large family &
the jingling pockets
had planned every step so succinctly
that it seemed nothing could fail,
as each individual part thrived on the
greater monolith,
working together from within---
but at age 40 he was killed in a plane crash
with the rest of his family.

the second man kept on traveling,
he kept on painting &
he continues to
expecting nothing from this life.


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Twelve Apostles

Greek apostolos = someone sent, messenger
The names of the twelve apostles are these
First Simon, who is called Peter [Roman Catholic’s 1st pope] and 
Andrew his brother
James the son of Zebedee 
John his brother
Philip
Bartholomew
Thomas 
Matthew the tax collector
James the son of Alphaeus 
[Judas [Jude]] Thaddeus
Simon the Cananaean and
Judas Iscariot, who betrayed Him
Mt 10 2-4

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Untitled #46 / Plastered posters

Plastered posters up on dividers
laminated and preserved for generations
of students, marching by filing
nameless the years, uncounted
the numbers


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Amoebas

They have false feet,
Called pseudopods. They move by
crawling. They’re small

They’re microscopic
 That means you can see them with
Microscopes. Great tools!


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What is Envy

Envy is feeling sorrow at another’s good fortune and
Joy at the evil which befalls him/her as if
We ourselves were injured by the good and
Benefited by the evil that comes to him/her

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Widow Maker

              
This letter is to the love of my life.
     My precious sweet angel, my darling little wife.
Darling, I’m writing this to let you know.
      Just six more days then they let me go.
Oh how I long for your tender touch.
      You’re all that I think of I love you so much.
This place is getting so bizarre and out of control.
       Some of these people I wonder if they even have a soul.
Six more days and I won’t look back.
      Carlos, the one in the picture I sent was killed in last nights attack.
Well we fought them back they didn’t have a chance.
      But we have to stay ready, you never know they may try to advance.
Oh and you remember Bobby Rodgers, my high school friend.
      Two miles back down the road , Bobby met his end.
Sugar I’m sorry I shouldn’t be telling you all this stuff.
     It’s just that I’m so lonely and I’ve had more than enough.
Just six more days and I’ll be coming home to you.
    To restart our life and make itzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

This was the letter she received two days before his body was brought home, 
back to friendly shores. 
    Said he was shot by a sniper right out front of headquarters doors.
They said he was going to be mustered out that night.
    And he wanted to surprise his wife and he didn’t tell her of the good news in 
this final write.
Another widow was made by this awful war.
    I just hope it wasn’t for oil, cause if it was I’ll park my stinkin car.


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hindsight


Dad and Scott carry the refrigerator into his dorm room
where mom makes the bed, smoothing the sheets 
and folding hospital corners with motherly precision.
Corey and I sit on the bean bag chair contemplating 
potential line width and dimensions 
of releasing boredom and staying out of the way. 

Dad has tears in his eyes and Corey whispers-
"that refrigerator must be heavy." 

I watch as Scott hugs mom, then dad;
I listen as he tells Corey to practice his soccer skills,
"maybe then you'll beat me next time we play."
Corey heard "maybe then you'll beat me"
while the words that stick with me are 
"next time we play." 

Scott held me long and tight 
like he wanted to tuck this moment away,
or maybe he wanted me to tuck it away.
To a fourteen year old with a high school career 
of invincibility to be felt, four years is infinity.

A boy whoops and pumps his fist from down the hall
as we look and see him waving out a window 
to his parents driving away.
Scott lets me go and gives a sheepish shrug of apology
for his hall mate because we both know,
he feels the same way.

I hold Corey's hand as we walk to the car
because that is what I need to be these next four years.
In the passenger seat my mom holds a box of tissues,
and in the rear-view mirror I can see dad's red eyes.
I put my arm around the back of Corey's seat
and whisper in his ear. 

And now it's me.
I'm gone but I'm not whooping
like the boy on Scott's hall when his parents rolled out,
what noise did he make after a day on his own,
after a week, a month, a year?
I'm on my third year and I'd still take a ride
in my parent's Volkswagon anytime I could,
just to walk through my house barefoot

When Corey looks at me I hope he knows I still think
about that day we became Scott's pen pal
and each others siblings. 
It wasn't about Scott leaving home,
but holding onto the four years that me and Corey 
still had...
so what is it now?


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the vicarious pain-seeker

in high school there was this kid who had some kind of
heart problem,
he had a horrible scar where work had been done at an earlier age &
he had a story to tell if you wanted to hear it---
like so many kids who had more on their plate than they wanted to handle,
what with going through puberty & being stomped on daily by 
parents, school & the surrounding authority figures that make it a place to
make themselves known,
well, most didn’t have the time---
but she, whose plate wasn’t as full as others,
because she was drop dead gorgeous,
rich, smart & destined for greatness
(as far as society was concerned),
was looking for some pain to feel,
because quite frankly, she felt little 
during her teenage years.

those years when the body itself seems to be rebelling against you,
she was in perfect shape & 
with perfect grades & popularity,
she needed to know what it was like to
hurt---
she felt left out by all of her classmates
whose lives were just plain
****ed up already & so,
she listened to the boy’s story.

she never had lunch with the kid
never called him on the phone
never went out with him outside of school
never gave him a blow job &
never acknowledged his presence when she was walking with her
clique,
but the day that he dropped dead on the gymnasium floor,
as a result of whatever was wrong with his heart,
she cried & cried & cried.

days & weeks later,
like some bad b-drama that you find on Lifetime,
she acted as if they had been the best of pals &
when people mentioned his death in passing
she corrected them if he didn’t say his name right or
when they made fun of him, even despite his death,
she got angry at them &
after a month had passed,
and she was right back in bed with the hottest guy the school could muster,
she still felt bad,
but she tried to block it out with her multiple orgasms &
the pot they smoked afterward.

she always said that she’d try anything once &
that pain brought on by the dead kid was something that she definitely did not want to 
form a habit with.


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Untitled #125 / She is gone

She is gone today.
Glorious day?
But I wanted to see the color in her eyes!


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Hope of Happiness

I was hoping to be happy by sixteen.
The Friday night football
Tending to what I always thought of high school to be:
Cheerful, patriotic, outgoing, interesting.
However, something always seemed to depress me,
to prevent me from my sixteen year old happiness
Even the smallest things,
And could always throw my unbeat moods
Swirling down a dark, uninviting drain of silent depression.
I always felt helpless to do anything about it,
Like I was walking on a hamster's wheel,
Unable to control anything
And only able to follow along
Praying to God that I wouldn't miss a step
Knowing that otherwise
I'd fall completely off track; that I'd break down.
I felt that because I was unhappy,
I'd just have to deal with it
To "suck it up" as my friends would say.
So obviously, I accepted, pitifully, for a long time 
that I had no control over my mood, yet I was wrong to do so. 
What I failed to realize, And still have trouble remembering, 
is that I have to choose to be happy,
And I can't rely on others' actions and attitudes to make me smile.


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The class

I'm sitting in the class alone
Wishing i could just go home
Wanting to be near the ones i love
Not in a world where i walk alone
I think, I see 
I want to know
Why i walk these halls alone.
I'm no different from the next kid I know 
But I'm labeled the quite kid that no one really knows.
No one dares to look inside 
I just can fathom why 

When i get home my mom you see 
Is waiting and I break free 
Free from that damb lock and key 
I draw 
I paint 
And write poetry 
Wishing and wanting the world to see 
Just who i am 
And what they should be


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Words Do Hurt

Many people tend to think 
“Stick and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me” 
But let me tell you the truth about that 
Words are the one thing 
That can drive a sane man insane 
The hurt you get by those sticks and stones 
Will heal faster than the hurt you get 
From those words 
Some people don’t realize that 
They continue on everyday 
Breaking someone down 
Whether they know it or not 
Truthfully they should know it 
If the person isn’t smiling or laughing 
Words are so powerful
So strong 
So deadly 
But still no one seems to take notice 
Many teens are taken down everyday 
By their peers 
But their peers either don’t seem to care 
Or don’t seem to notice 
Most just don’t seem to care 
Because I have seen so many people in school 
Constantly bring people down everyday 
And not give a damn about it 
I think that we need to do something about this 
Because words are so deadly 
Many teens have killed their selves 
Or have attempted to 
Only because of the pain and torment 
They went through either at home or at school 
And it’s mostly at school 
And we need to open our eyes to this 
Not just blow it off to the side 
Because sooner or later 
Another teen is going to become apart of the statistic 
Of killing their selves 
Because of what people said to them 
BEWARE


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ADD

An  ADD child in a classroom did sit
What was going on didn't make any sense
He didn't fully understand because his brain
To a different drummer did refrain

If he were taught a different way
If good nutrition and supplements came to stay
If he could go out to play 
Maybe he could make it through the day

When will the earth be changed
When will God right the wrong that's been arranged
When will heaven come down to earth
When will God say that's enough

Just one more span
Just help one more man
Just reach out and touch that special one
Save the world if that can be done


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Everyone Around Me

Everyone around me is losing their lives,
Doesn't anyone see the grief in my eyes?
What are all these feelings that are combining?
Most of these feelings that have been hiding.
I cant breathe, I cant speak, I cant even cry.
I'm losing my faith,  do you know why?
Because everyone around me is losing their lives,
Drive byes, heart attacks, and suicide.
Why did any of them have to go away?
Why do my tears fall for them every day?
For all my loved ones that had to go,
The mourning and grieving I don't know how to show.
All of these things I hold deep inside,
I said I'm OK,  what if I lied?
Does anyone understand how I'm feeling?
I need the time for the tender healing.
Because everyone around me is losing their lives,
Getting jumped and killed with bloody knives.
Why did my friend have to drive that far?
Why did the other guys drink in their car?
They wouldn't have killed her if they looked.
Do they even care whose life they took?
Everyone around me is losing their lives,
How many of you see the grief in my eyes?
Why did my grandpa go to that store?
Why cant he be with me anymore?
The day of his funeral, someone else died.
Does anyone feel these tears I have cried?
Cancer killed my High School love,
Now I pray to him and God above.
One close relation, had a bad heart,
Then the Lord took me and him apart.
Everyone around me is losing their lives,
Now can you see the grief in my eyes?
Why did my friend get killed in a drive by shooting?
She was so young, she didn't know what she was doing.
My ninth birthday, my uncle got hit by a train.
Tell my why people play this game?
My homie got shot because of the rag he was hanging,
But expect anything when you spend your life claiming.
there are so many more, but it hurts to much to speak on.
my love for them will always be there, but unfortunately they are still gone. 
Everyone around me is loosing there lives,
Can anybody see the grief in my eyes?
Rest in peace to all of my loved ones, 
who have lost their lives.............


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Wondering where it all went

Sometimes I wonder back
To the school books in a stack
When I worried about education
And proper  articulation
What an easy life I had then
Yet look how long ago it's been
Since I played in the sand
And still held my  mom's hand
I feel myself pulling away
And beginning to go astray
I've become my own person
Or maybe it's a created diversion
I'm  boggled in the mind again
How long has it been
Since I sat  on a  swing set?
I used to be happy with  what I  would get
I'm unsatisfied with myself
I truelly  can't stand myself
I want  to be content with me 
But  I can no longer see the way  I used to see
My  child-like eyes have turned grey
And I've forgotten how to  play 
Eighteen and a heart of clay
Which is  molded more everyday
I am always  changing  faces
And taken to stranger  places
Where did my playhouse  go?
What is it that I am suppose  to know?
An adult's world;yet I am not
I can't make anything out of what I've got
Sometimes I wonder  back
To the school books in a stack
And wonder where  it all went.

2-11-00


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Untitled #128 / It's a green rubber ducky

It’s a green rubber ducky!
And now it squeaks and squeals
right inside Hannah’s ear
making her squeak and squeal!
Oh sweet startling mimicry!


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So-Called Teacher

I'm sorry I came here.
I'm sorry I let you trick me.
You have them all convinced they need you.
I do not.
I'm sorry that it seems no one cares
Whether this world is alive or dead.
May I believe in something?
May I please
Have a greater reason to live?
I wake in hopeful rebirth
I want this to work, you know that.
Our cycle:
I walk in with tranquility or determination,
My heart beats fast or slow,
I am silent or resounding.
It's not enough.
Did you plan it this way?
I see robots and I know their every move.
What do they have
That chains them to monotony?
Were they not here the day before?
Why should you live?
Don't you dare degrade my passion.
I am here to learn and live.
If you are not, 
So be it.
Had I a crueler bone, I would end your life.
Would you stop me?
Don't you say I am a blaming fool,
For I'm the one that's sorry.
I'm so sorry that I play this way.
I need it:
Love and passion.
Don't role your eyes at me.
What do you worship?
Money and half truths?
Just getting by, are you?
It hurts me.
Enthusiasm fermenting to frustration,
Mad sad, sad isolation.
Give me something more than words.
My joyfulness,
I could adore you.
I'm sorry that is wrong.


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Untitled #217 / Scholars' Bowl

That’s why I’m not too discouraged
at Farragut’s poor performance at
this weekend’s Scholars’ Bowl tournament
for those who beat us were
memorizing lists of important names
rather than putting
themselves on the list


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NOT MY CHILD

Not my child in school acting like disobedient clown . When I'm not around . The 
teachers telling me this and that. How could this be? When they don't act like  
this around me.
Not my child in school in and out of their seat disrupting the class. How long will 
this last? Do I come to the school and bring correction with me? My child is a 
reflection of who I am.This is why correction is in place. Take your pick at the 
method that is used.My child will not abuse the teacher with excuses of of why 
they can't behave. A rod of correction will drive this foolishness out.
     My child will not be an embarrassment to me; acting like there's no home 
training.My child will do their classwork , pay attention, and follow along.Coming 
up to the school will no longer be an issue.
    My child is in school obeying all the rules. The parents and the teachers must 
work hand and hand;and the community please help when you can. My child  and
your will have a good start with helping hands that care.


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Summer

Soon it will be hot outside.
Umbrellas will be used for shade.
May is really the start of summer in
Moist and warm Louisiana,
Even thought the calendar says it starts in June,
Really can’t wait for summer. That means no school.

wrote 2-11-10


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' Tilt '

23.5 Degrees
On Earth Axis – Tilt – Trajectory
… Prevents Drastic Climate-Changes
And Dangerous Tide Tsunamis

                Tilt…
Motion-Sensors Are Going Off
                Tilt…
Scientists, May Your Voice Be Soft

G34-B… See
This was Done for You and Me

                Tilt…
Oh, The Genius of Genesis, Which God Built
                 Tilt…
Shows We All Should Just Take The Time to …


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Untitled #247 / Chad

“Chad deserves a round of applause!”
And more applause!
And more applause!
And a standing ovation!
And giggles get passed around!


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tommorrow

It seems like yesterday, 
My world fell from the sky.
It seems like yesterday,
I didn’t know how hard I could cry.
It feels like tomorrow,
 I may not get back.
It feels like no one sees what I see.
No matter how many times I explain,
No one gets me.
They fear what I can do…
They fear what they don’t understand.
I feel like I’m talking to a wall. 
I show them, but they can’t see.
Feelin’ like I’m the only one who gets me.
No matter what I say.
I feel like I’m always alone.
Any one around me can be convinced,
no matter what I do.
I can’t win though they know I’ve tried.
No one believes,
and I’m always alone.


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Quit Hating...I'm Fighting

You understand quite well,
My argument regarding,
Laxed community leaders 
In particular teachers.
You know for a fact,
That there is no fair treatment.
Quotas aren’t properly filled,
Maybe you jealous,
Because I have enough guts,
To write and speak up,
About our little ones, 
Living in defeat.
Because mom and dad,
Are barely making ends meat.
Our future is being faced,
Frequently with the ,
Enormously engaging
Street economy.
The similar sinful sanction,
As little seeds, 
We had to deal with constantly.
Whoa once we get a little,
Above the burger,
We want to point fingers,
That our people,
 Don’t work hard enough.
That others are going to out-accomplish us.
Thanks to you,
 A scornful laxed individual,
 They will.
Girl you forgot where you come from,
And just outright foolish and dumb.
Girl you forgot you came from the hood,
And the consistent regulation of radical racists
What in the world is wrong with you?
You didn’t work hard enough if you forgot.
I hope while you chewing the steak your teeth will rot.
While others that you were just like not too long ago,
Wish that they had what you got.
No pushing from your from your classroom.
Don’t want to teach past the level of Bloom’s.
Thanks to you another laxed teacher,
Our future is doomed.
Quit hating because I go hard,
All day everyday.
Because I ain’t forgot how mom, 
And dad struggled with us.
Dad working in day,
Mom working at night.
You darn right.
I’m going to fight,
Unlaxed education.
Fair quotas in the classroom,
So our children can relax and learn.
I will fight and encourage others,
Each day  I am alive,
While the world  turns.


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Time

You never seem to have time for me, 
And I always feel like a burden. 
Its time like these that I need you, 
And it seems to be a problem. 
Im sorry I need reassurance, 
And Im sorry that I need to talk to you.
But sadly youre, 
The only one that can fix it, 
And make me happy again. 
I know I probably depend too much, 
On you and what you say. 
But sometimes, 
All I need to hear, 
Is a "Youre beautiful" or "I love you"


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Not again

Once before I tired giving you my heart
you threw it out the window 
and I barely came back 
from the fall 
now your back again
you say you wanna try again
giving me chills just like use to
don't think you can reel me back again
cause I will never forget what you did

And no matter how much you try
 to convince me that you've change
your ways 
my heart won't easily rearrange 
I can't accommodate you again 
 I'm not the one this time   
your saying all the right things
but this time I can see
passed the facade 
you know how to make me 
want you baby
I'm not gonna lie
but baby at what price?

There will be no rerun of the past
I won't start catching feelings
knowing this won't last
Are we back in high school again damn  
Please don't give me no crap about you missing me
I'm tired of all the lies and the hurt
why don't you see 
I won't be the one
losing sleep at night
crying to my friends 
telling them what you did again
it won't be me 
not this time baby

We can have our fun 
eat the cake too 
but you won't see me falling again
not over you
I won't try being more than friends again
even though this is tempting 
I can't put my self in this position
not again
not again 


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Winter

We have six more weeks of it.
Indeed the grounding saw its shadow
Now we have to stay bundled
The temperature is quite low
Everyday I hope for snow
Really I do. So I to school I won’t have to go.


wrote 2-11-10


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