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Details | Concrete | |

It is Written in a Star

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                                                                   I
                                                                  am
                                                                  the
                                                                 star
                                                                 that 
                                                                shone
                                                               brightly
                                                             in the East
                                                             that night
                                                            so long ago
                                                         A heavenly light
                                                     that guided wise men
                                                  to the place where He lie
                                             In a manger on a blanket of hay
              *  *  *  *  *Christ -Immanuel - a radiant child - a gift from God*  *  *  *  *
                                           His only son who died on a cross                                        
                                                 for teaching us to love and
                                                           help one another
                                                                for this is
                                                                 the only
                                                                   way
                                                                  there
                                                                    Will
                                                                    ever
                                                                     be
                                                                  peace
                                                                     on
                                                                  Earth
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Details | Epic | |

Make Love To Me In That Ancient Place

The Bedouins, bequeathed with the sacred beauty of paradise harsh,
trusted guardians of jealous gorges and gifted groves
lead me from the Wadi Musa to the humble ingress of Petra,
saying with thrill, the Jin of your Jihad awaits you White Lion,
we embrace as Brothers of Light and ancient dust,
their camels wise in soft steps
impart wide eyed, gentle blessing to me,
a shrill whisper of teasing wonderment 
whisks the sand of centuries strewn small
with a cobra's awakening whisp and hungry hiss,
evening enters the terrible terrain
glowing a cool blue dark and daring
along with it a blowing a zephyr unzips the zodiac of my ancestors,
stars of a billion years sympathize with this soul sojourn, 
alone I journey inward like a brave wish wafting
into a heart wanting to disgorge a secret need,
the smell of salt, sandstone and myrrh infiltrate
my mind with a mineral magic animating millenia of sovereign economics,
lamp light revealing the blush and rue of the the Siq's colossal rock hue,
shadows of caravan traffic bespeak exotic trade from distant industry,
narcotics from Kush, Persian rugs, spices and incense of Arabia, 
jewels and hides from India, the medicine and silk of China,
beasts and papyrus of Africa, wine, weapons and art of Rome,
slaves beautiful and strong carried from every known ethnic throng,
a river of precious merchandise replacing the might of carving waters,
at the egress of this artery's eternal enterprise
I behold with burgeoning awe the Nabataean Treasury, 
it's gladsome geometry a harmony of will, wealth and worship,
warm red cream stone become bone of a peoples' politic,
architecture for their angels and sanctuary for culture,
depository for dreams indebted to desert Deities,
I blow a kiss to the niche of Tyche, Goddess of fantastic fortune,
as I tighten my checkered turbin I hear a soft song
of Hellenic, Semitic and Arabic recipe, stringed hums with chime
and it moves me into the open, bleak basin towards the Monastary facade, 
in the black of it's errie entrance a spirit of evanescent education
escalates my enchantment as corners wake to pathways,
murals like waving reflections stream across the walls
I see Moses crack the water stone for salvation
as the Holy Arch spirals an avalanche of absolution from Earth to Heaven,
Solomon and Sheba secure a trade treaty with royal love,
I witness Jesus in the Jordan with John the Baptist
kindly laying him in the steady float of faith,
then the tragedy of John's demise
by the sour ambition of Herodias, the whore of defacto power,
I observe the affection of Joshua Ben Joseph 
with his woman of street sense as they endure trial after trial,
scenes of the Pax Romana and Judaen revolts parade 
by my eyes as terror, torture and triumph
wear masks of glory and glee,
the Essenes embarking for the Dead Sea defense,
Muslims and Crusaders found not the bounty of this land,
here remains the treasure of Pharaonic voyage,
exiting with renewed moral for love
I look to the top of Zibb Atuf
where I see the thunderbolt of Zeus Hadad and cornucopia of Atargatis
burn sweetly in the night, periwinkle smolder signals righteous passion,
I feel you, my Love, paramount in the depth of every sense I have,
turning entranced to the Roman Theater I proceed to the north east rendezvou,
you are lovely and glamorous on the stage of amplified ardor,
starbeams spotlight your coordinated curves and fertile instinct,
you begin to seduce with a dance, breathtaking, impulsive balance,
moving with the smooth heat and poise of a breath blown candle flame,
a crescent of torches beautifies your frame, crimson silk wings from you,
I stand for a moment on the outer upper rim
gazing, with great heat upsurging through every muscle,
knowing you are jubilant for me by the way you move
I descend the stairs undistracted from the language of your invitation,
your cinnamon skin skims my own as you go round and round
and the crave for your ravishing rub forces my pursuit,
I catch your tender waist as you spin into my hunting arms,
your fingertips feel so right in my hands,
we sway like romance on fire in the storm of desire,
your restive back nestled inbetween my shoulders
my obsessed lips move up your neck in search for innocent sensitivity
overtaking your naked earlobe with a hot mouth and firm pull,
your body, begging to be breeched brutely calms slowly
as I release spontaneous poetry into your ear saying...

When the moon was young
unbattered by stone and age
glowing bold upon Earth newly spun
the first man and sacred Woman
made love of flesh warmly woven
from they're erupting hearts came wild knowledge...

J.A.B.


Details | Narrative | |

Pride of the Motherland

Riding an elephant
Down the narrow trail looking triumphant
Scanning the golden landscape
Like Hannibal with enemies in flight
Sight from a lofty height
King of the jungle moving
With lioness by his side

Climbing Mount Kilimanjaro
Guides by my side with packs on their backs
Some paths steep with rocks
Boots slipping below our tired feet
Beautiful birds in unison flight
Moving with terrestrial light
Stunning sunlight summit on the peak

Praying in an Ethiopian Church
Preserved in rocks built by humans’ hands 
Never touched by conquest plans
Protected from the invaders’ footsteps
Queen of Sheba and Solomon’s nest
Touched by Arch of the Covenant
Mary, Joseph, and Jesus once slept

Eating yam, sipping palm wine, and tasting milk
Freshly squeezed by experienced hands
Taste of life in the mosaic grassland
Sustaining and soul refreshing
Cradle of humankind adorning
Invaded for its gold, riches, and human capacity
Birth of life on earth with tenacity

Respecting its living and arduous journey
Essence of life once was and is again to come
Riding a camel across the hot Sahara sand
Once wet now dried, exported gold from Mali…
Treasures from the hearts of once African empires
That which was, is, and shall forever be
Africa the birthing Motherland
We still love and respect thee!

~~~~~~~*******~~~~~~~

Seventh Place Winner
"African's Pride" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Adeleke Adeite
June 30, 2010

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Details | Free verse | |

The Fabulous Queen Of Egypt

Woke up to a new life in Egypt
I was young not more than seventeen years
Adorned with gold and precious stones
My body was in the shroud of silk and jewels in my hair
I sat on a throne as a Queen

My name was Cleopatra, Queen of the Nile
During the day I lay on the silk cushions
and dozed in the shade of palm trees
Beautiful men and women kept flitting
around me with all sorts of temptations
Fed me all sorts of fruit and cold drinks

When evening came, it was time for romance
As Queen I had many to choose
My choice was of course:
"The greatest men of Rome"
Julius Caesar and Marcus Antonius
Why choose one when I can have two?

On a long journey down the Nile with
my love Julius Caesar, I was forced to
make a choice.
But a choice one must take...and the
choice was that I gave birth to a son
and Julius Caesar was the father

My love life was not popular
my husband was killed and I 
was no longer popular
It was no longer a life of happiness and joy
No, it was war and national mouming
and I would not live anymore






18.03.2012
A-L Andresen


Details | Narrative | |

How a Blue Rose Came to be

Once upon a time, many years ago,
There was a sweet and lovely -  red, red Irish rose,
That was plucked prematurely, from the garden vine;
A budding beauty, taken in her prime.

She was laid to rest, upon the death, of a lovers dream;
Upon a chest of ebony, where lie, his would-be  Queen; 
Lowered deep into the depths, of the church yard cemetery;
Her scarlet petals, wilting in the summer breeze.

Then the earth begin to fall, like autumn leaves;
Upon  her petals, and the chest of ebony,
From above her tomb, where stood the grieving groom
Weeping , weeping,  like a willow tree.


Then the sky begin  to disappear, amid that mournful cry,
As  tears - from above, fell from that lovers eyes,
And came to rest, like dew drops on that  Irish rose, 
As she disappeared beneath the earth, there in his grief below 
                                          
                            	 ~~~~~
		
In time, he laid a stone of ivory - upon her grave;
Etched deeply  - with the promise he had made:
To love his Irish Rose - forever and a day.

                                  ~~~~~

The years and all their seasons came and went
And a million lonely tears were cried and spent
Upon her grave where everyday he kneeled and prayed
And dreamed of her until his dying day.  


		~~~~

The epigram has long since faded on the ivory stone   
That still stands alone   upon her grave
Where from the million tears of love he gave
A seemingly impossible - blue, blue rose has grown.

 
 Written:  June 18, 2010

Note:  To late for the contest,
but I thought I would post it anyway. 










Details | Rhyme | |

Half-Lit Moon

Haze up in the heavens encircles this orb.
Half-dark, half-light, shines from above.
Twinkles of light appear to absorb.
Fractions of darkness within lighted glove,

Speaking to lovers held in each other’s arms.
Answering questions of science to some,
Floating around spreading blessed charms,
Listening close at times, hearing a hum.

Lovers for centuries, graciously, captured by,
Sweet serenity and magical mystery,
Others entranced with secrets, which fly.
From words written and spoken in history.

Satellite, orb, lady, they are all the same.
Mythical goddesses, gripped in flame.
These tales have spread so many games.
This object seen most nights has no shame.


Details | Couplet | |

To All Of You

There are times we are left to cope
With situations that drain our hope

Leaving us full of despair
At how some people just don't care

About the evil that they do
To good people like all of you

We are left to somehow face
That in mankind there is disgrace

And those of us left alive
Must find away to survive

As you pick up the pieces of your life
Without your mother, father, husband or wife

And some of you God forbid
Without the love of your kids

We must band together with a brotherhood
Show that in this world there is some good

Because we are together in this deal
We try to help each other heal

We seek in each other good advice
And offer each other sacrifice

We hold each other in prayer and song
As we continue to re-build the wrong

Because what else in the world can we do
Except let the light of good shine through

The evil darkness and despair
Of a catastrophic lack of care

We want you to know you are not alone
Think of America as a giant cone

And all of us are funneling through
Our prayers and hopes to all of you


Posted for Nathan's 9-11 contest


Details | Free verse | |

Freedom

This disconnected intellect of society in retrospect
Is nothing but a retro spectrum of colors.
Gold chains and disco lights,
Black, white, and grey faces, red Adidas stripes with no laces
Cardboard boxes unfolded on concrete streets
Where the founding fathers of modern culture would meet
And write our Constitution by moving their feet.
With a spectacular repertoire of flashy moves
And a deep reservoir of verbs that mingled with words in the mind’s river
That flowed from the banks of lips as the first freestyle
When style was really free.
Not compromised, chopped up, glamorized, marketed, processed, pasteurized 
and then subliminally delivered as a shrink-wrapped, shiny medium of bad ideas.
Back when people actually had ideas,
Not just the regurgitation of pre-chewed vomit music.
The DJs cooked up beats in their basements
Just crack for the bass-heads
Denied treble ‘cause trouble was all they were faced with.
There was music laced with dope, and dope was good.
The evolution.
Darwinism of hip-hop.
You know what I mean?
Of course not ‘cause these young bucks would rather spend fifteen dollars on 50 
Cent
Then spend fifty cents on a education.
Flagrant, our testimonial to a religion that’s pagan
We pray to money, pray to greed, pray to fame, pray to succeed
And denounce life when we pray that our bullet hits its target.
The Boogie Oogie became the Boogaloo
And the Electric Slide met the electric chair.

Time is money.
Money is life.
Life is a game.
I invest Monopoly money in the New World Clock Exchange
To collect interest in fate and become disinterested in buying my life back.
My soul is currency, currently spent on reverting from the current state.
Back to when sex was more taboo than a smile
Back to when freedom didn’t equal censorship
Back to when love for family didn’t negate the fact that times change.
Back to when the Big Hand spun backwards two seconds too late.
And minutes were miniscule and minute, hip-hop was rediculed
Not because it was demeaning, but because it represented Revolution.
An occurrence that has come and gone with the wind.
My name is Hip-Hop O’Hara and I am in love with Civility Wilkes.
Reverend Run preached gospel, now he rolls in his grave
If musical revelation is impossible, than who will be saved?
The essence in lyrics is kept underground in a cage.
Struggling to survive like illiterate slaves.
Reaching for freedom, which lies on the next page.
Free the music.


Details | I do not know? | |

Victim

I never wanted it to be this way, I never wanted to feel the pain. Bruises all over me. 
Invisible but I can see them.

You hurt me everywhere. My heart is shattered and the blood has frozen. But I won't be 
your victim.

Stare at me like this all you want. Try and hurt me with your words just as long as you 
don't use fists.

I don't ever want to be your victim. I refuse to be one of those few girls who end up 
losing their whole world.

Love isn't supposed to hurt, but maybe I was just naive because the moment I loved you my 
heart never stopped bleeding. 

I won't be your victim, I won't run away. If you have something to say I won't avoid it. 
I'm not scared I can take whatever you try to throw.

Don't hold back I promise you I will not cry. The moon is shining just like all the 
diamonds that you called pretend love I can't even imagine why I fell so hard.

It's never clear until the glass of water is gone. But now that you've gulped me to the 
last I want you to know I won't be your victim.

I kissed vulnerability goodbye the very last time I cried over you and I won't be your 
victim your not even worth it.

If you feel like you must shove a door in my butt but don't make me afraid because I 
don't want to be I don't want to be your victim. 

Let go of my hand so I can peacefully drive away if you want me to I can drive over you 
as well. But don't make it seem like i'm causing you pain because it's obvious to see 
that I've been a victim and it's a shame.

But I don't want to be it anymore then you so just let me go and I won't have to run. I 
promised you forever I laugh at this now you were never eternity love in my mind.

 I kept counting until the madness in ourselves would corrupt. Tears flash down my eyes 
as I speed down the lanes. Two bottles of Gin and I think i'm going insane.

It wasn't until I crashed into a tree that I realized I was never your victim I was 
merely your suicide mission. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Nasty girl

   There you go again doing things that you are not suppose to be in and then you look at 
me like oh i'm so sweet if you only knew I can be a freak without showing it. Here they 
go listening to the rumors but i'm your friend so in the end I know that they are true. 
How could you do that with him and her and they were on the ground you were pretending to 
pick up gum? You need to be safe, making out with strangers girl I aint no saint but god 
what are you doing? I don't want to see you years from now telling me you got aids, I 
worry about you and I feel like your special so I even wrote about you come on look how 
much you mean to me. You like him I get it but how many other guys have you liked in the 
past. He's your only, he's a phony make sure he's not just in it for the prize because 
girl you never know some guys are. It's the truth and you need to listen, I don't mean to 
sound bossy but soon enough your name is going to be posted on all the bathrooms walls. 
Telling things that you haven't even done yet. But you will front about it, Lie again. 
Telling everyone it's happened how do we know what's real or fake. I love your 
personality I wish I could steal it, Your loud, and flirty, daring and smart girl you got 
too much heart to be showing it to everyone who wants a sip. this is for all the nasty 
girls out there who think I don't know what i'm saying just ask anyone of them who are 
dead now or are on the streets prostitiuting. Don't be afraid to be a freak it's healthy 
but sometimes it's better when it's secret closet freaks have more fun.


Details | Ballad | |

Running Tide

Knee deep in surf
The water clung to her
Changing silk gown
To wrinkled shiny  skin
Never had I envied ocean water so
But then t'was I who'd let her go
Drowning in green eyes
With fear of clinging ties
Holding me back


Details | Verse | |

Temujin

Temujin

The purple Royal banners wave above his armor's steel;
the chieftain carries his Mongolian, relentless wit,
young Genghis Khan, the Temujin, applies his sovereign zeal,
to merge the lands beneath his will, the warlords to befit.

Consorted by young Börte of the Onggirat kin tribe,
the martial Temujin receives high honors by the clans;
a skillful warrior invades the lands while his young bride,
awaits; for no one else predestined is to be her man.

The chieftain slaughters hence his passage through the western soils
invincible his tactics are, and triumphs ascertain,
advance his rule, expand his territorial rights and spoils,
while Börte, granting loyalty, in virtue she ordains.

How valued is the flight of eagles that conduct above,
depict trajectories, and soar to vanish where the Gods
embrace the sadness of unanswered prayers and bridal love,
the Royal maid in loneliness, defends against all odds?

So priceless have become their plumes upon the Mongol plains,
where the persistent Northern steppe cold winds enfold the ghosts
and Princess Börte counts her solitude, stands tall and reigns,
believing that her Temujin bestows his kind riposte!

" Support him Goddess of the moon when grooming Charon thuds
and sends the clanging of the steel, commanding thus, the souls,
to travel the descending route of coursing loveless blood,
and through the gusting of the winds, transports their saddened calls. "

© 01-20-2014, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Fourteener, Iambic heptameter)
GV


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Black Sunday {Personification in Couplet form}

I was as high as the eyes could see
A giant dark cloud of pure misery

I seemed to roll as one with the wind
A giant black wall that had no end

I stripped the land and left it bare
Of the lives I destroyed, I didn’t care

Those who stayed I covered in dust
As their children died I broke their trust

From my hell many families did flee
Left to wander homeless in misery

I changed the word these words are true 
Black Sunday brought darkness on you


I didn't see any direct link but just goggle
pictures of the dust bowl and you will see
what i have written for Brian's Contest.
The Dust Bowl - Alexandre Hogue - 1937


Details | Rhyme | |

A Knight of Passion

In days of old, 
ye knights were bold
And Dragons roamed the land
Sir Lancelot, he was a knight
And Fought with Sword in hand
White horse he rode 
With his lance
A shiny  suit of armour
Beware this knight, the story goes
He really is a charmer!
Now one fine day, he saw a lass
And whispered in her ear
A shock he got, when she revealed
I’m lady Guinevere
In love they fell
Before too long
Merlin cast a spell
While hunting out one afternoon
The king, black knight would tell
Black knight ‘s plan
Came alight
When Lancelot was banished
Shed a tear, did Guinevere 
When she learned he’d vanished.
Now this legend 
Hath been told
A morale doth contain
Keep your lance, tucked in your pants
And save yourself the pain!









Details | Free verse | |

The Jew and a Nazi


Singing praise of past lives
with the dreams of swastikas and rose-tinted spectacles
floating through my head.
One moment, a Polish Jew,
the next, an Aryan German -
dual reflections held in the iron gaze
of a predatory raptor and the sharp-angled, six-pointed star
perpetually spinning, reopening wounds
which the weeping Roses of Sharon cannot heal.


I held you in my youthful arms, 
serpents rising from the secret codes of my loins, 
and I worshipped you as an old, universal lover 
as I penetrated your dark womb;
a sanctified temple of Angels and Daemons.
    
Initially we prayed to the inverted graves
sliding through oil-slicked skies,
so young of heart and mind we were. 
Our love was purified in the hellish Axis-kiln 
paralleling the flames flickering against our skin. 

The vessel of our love shone like glass, 
cooling off to less dangerous levels 
in the forgiving breeze of empathy
(aside from the fact that when I watched you move,
the world stood still for me).

And then we wiped away the green grins from the glass.
 
We became one pulse,  
the Jew and a Nazi
teaching each other how one should not pray to 'him' alone, 
for both phallic powers are needed 
to light the spark of creation:
    
"Our Father AND Mother who art in Heaven(after), 
hallowed be both thy names."

Male and female energies 
breathing life into each other,
fusing together 
like slightly distorted transvestite, Siamese twins. 
    
We wanted to stay in our fleshly pleasures, 
but our minds spread wings. 
Taking flight, 
ascending smoothly within turbulence, 
we transformed into golden light, 
moving invisible objects with our thoughts,
removing shackles, opening secret locks,
figuring out who was who --

who were the real Jews, and who were the true Nazis,
who were the Angels and who were the Daemons....

....who were Daemons and who were Angels. 









+/-



Details | Personification | |

Sacred Seat: A Chair's Tale

The first thing that I recall knowing
As a sturdy and young olive tree
Extremely well rooted and growing
Was the sweltering sunlight on me

For two centuries I took deep root
To prepare for my ultimate fate
So when I could no longer bear fruit
There was then but a decade to wait

I was cut—left to dry for ten years
So that seasoned I’d perfectly be
For what the carpenter engineers
For admirers my beauty to see

Finally, the time came to carve me
Into the stout piece that would bear
The One who came down from His glory
I’d become a rough-hewn olive chair

Into the great city I traveled
The same city once fated for doom
Through alleys, then up a steep stairway
I was put in a small upper room

Beside the simple wooden table
I was placed in center position
Where the King who was born in a stable
Sat prepared to accomplish His mission

He prayed and broke bread with His brothers
As a symbol of what He would do
He blessed it then passed to the others
As His body; ’twas "broken for you"

Then to signify His precious blood
The red wine from the cup He did sip
So that it could cleanse as a flood
As from nail wounds it later would drip

To this day, I still can remember
How it felt when Christ Jesus did rest
I sensed that His love was so tender
Even when He was put to the test

He said, “Father, Father, forgive them”
As He faced His long prophesied death
The love for all things He had poured out
As He uttered His very last breath

Today, the risen Lord I remember
Whose story has long since been told
As I sit in the same dusty chamber
And recall that Last Supper of old





* Placed 1st in Deborah Guzzi's contest, "The Chairs Tale"


Details | Rhyme | |

Narcissus

How deeply Ameinias loved you
The beauty that your face adorned.
The adoration you thought your due
The love of youth you lightly scorned.

As consolation a sword you gave
A paltry gift for such devotion.
You did not care for grief so grave
Derision stoked the devastation.

That sword robbed him of his life
In bitter despair he cried in tears,
"May you one day feel the knife
Of unrequited love that sears!"

In the pool you saw a boy so fair
Felt the fire kindled in your mind,
In awe at such beauty you did stare
Love that will so ensnare and bind.

To seduce this boy in tender kiss
you found reflection in the pool.
Ah Narcissus, how did you miss
Loves sweet embrace in waters cool.

You killed yourself in deep despair
Unrequited love that burn until,
The body that once was so fair
Transformed into a dancing daffodil.

So listen young lovers, hear my plea
Be careful when young love you scorn.
Remember Narcissus, when in spring you see
How daffodils the chilly earth adorn.


Details | Kyrielle | |

ANTICPATING THE THRILL OF THE HOLIDAYS

Nippy air bites the skin, sunlight trails off in a sky so morose;  
bare trees contemplate the yellow grass below mourning their lost splendor;
be that messenger of the Season's Greetings and avoid being sad and alone...
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of the year!


Assist me in decorating the pine-scented and candle-lit rooms ,
of my lair; please, come in and accept my hospitality with ardor;
let's chat over dinner and sparkling wine until darkness looms... 
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of the year!


Anticipate the thrill of the Holidays with a big smile spreading cheer:
dream of snow, of Santa riding his sleigh from the cold North Pole;
he'll remember every good kid who has shown obedience and grace...
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of the year!


I looked for a Christmas Tree crossing the snowy boardline,
searching the nearest forest for the tallest, prittiest one
with the help of neighbors who had a good will and no fear...
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year!  


So much I will share and learn this Holiday Season announcing a divine birth
to the Earth below brightened by candles, twinkling lights and mirth; 
admire my decorations of garlands and golden bells to make you merrier...
welcome to my Holiday home at this very special time of year!


Family, friends and neighbors gather around this fireplace that will bewilder us,
let's remember the wonderful birth of our Savior Jesus, who came to visit us;
hear the song of the angels echoing through the chilly air...
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year!





Details | Free verse | |

SHADOWLANDS

                                “Once very near the end I said, 'If you can -- if it is allowed – 
                                 come to me when I too am on my death bed.”

                                 “Allowed!' she said. “Heaven would have a job to hold me;
                                  and as for Hell, I'd break it into bits.” 



                                  Oh God, God, why did you take such trouble to force 
                                  this creature out of its shell if it is now doomed to crawl back
                                  -- to be sucked back -- into it?

                                                                    ~ C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed ~


                                  __________________________________



The division should be acute, the before her, the with her, the after her,
Yet there is this constant rattling of doors, though they remain locked,

in theory. I think of her as gone until I turn a page and read a passage 
of pompous dialogue and she returns, My Joie de Vivre, entertaining me 

with that puckish wit, unabashed. She smiles in the dusk with crusading 
colours that bend dark horizons, changing clouds unexpectedly. What was I 

before Joy*? Content, pleasant and productive. But was I alive, aware of
Life, its blissful rhythms? Irony defined: the heart which awakened stone 

no longer beats. Finally, I understand. Lessons are sharp things which
infect both fresh and aging amputations. What do I do with this knowledge? 

It is like learning a language that is no longer spoken, a long monologue 
unbearably forlorn, painful. Faith dismisses hauntings, yet she does so 

in daily degrees, oh, the sweet ghosts that peer from those notes, my name 
underscored in margins. Why is there only one glove in the sewing box?  

Agony hunts me in the garden. Perfume almost, but not quite a match.
Some rooms have snares. I dare not open a kitchen drawer. Pain waits there.

The specter of my former self, a staunch gent, so sure of Heaven's role, 
that cold bloke follows me in the shadows, land of man’s rage and despair.

There is no pretty death, no words can comfort the ravaged left behind,
There is no poetry in our departing; I only pray there is Godspeed in mine. 



*Written Nov 4, 2012






Joy Gresham Davidman, American poet, and C.S. Lewis, English writer and Oxford scholar, were good friends and married solely for the purpose to keep Joy in England (contested). But love came, as it has a habit of doing, when least expected, after Joy was diagnosed with terminal cancer. There love was true and deep, and her death shattered Lewis. His book, A Grief Observed explores his anguish and a Christian’s questions which arise during times of suffering. The film, Shawdowlands, is based on the biography, Through the Shadowlands: The Love Story of C. S. Lewis and Joy Davidman. Lewis died 3 years after Joy. The above poem is a conjecture on my part, as no one can truly know what lies in another's heart, alive or otherwise.  


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me myself and i

Me myself and i

For I myself, 
Believe in myself.
For I love to stand by the book shelf.
In order to read some nice stuff.

Yoruba is my lineage.
I’m seen by my image.
And am called by my real name.
Buying things, I buy not fake.

I aim to be among the greats.
For one of my saying, says,
“Pays to be popular than being famous’’
Cos, famous people could be no-torious.

People say am pretty shy
That a time, I wish to cry.
Cos, I know I do try
To hide that, am really shy. 

I’m a Muslim,
For my religion is, Islam.
So, pock meat is an haraam.
But I’m free to dine on ram.

I wish to be a doctor 
So that youngsters can see me as a mentor.
I love teaching as a Professor.
For all that are great, are my mentor.

People don’t really know me,
So, this is to tell who I be.
For I prefer being a Lewis’ base,
Than to be a bronsted’s base.

Ridwan is my real name. 
Olyrid is just a nick name.
You better know before it’s too late,
For I involve not in a criminal case.

My advice for you in life is this:
Serve you GOD, when not in pains
For in good health a person fails,
But calling unto him when soaked in pains.

Olyrid4real,
Is my yahoo mail.
I’m dark, friendly and a little tall.
And all I love is winning soul.

For all I hate, is the “big boys” style.
Cos “sagging” is what they like.
For all I do, it’s my own style.
So if you like, you can be my type!


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The Little Drummer Boy

The little drummer boy....

He played this beat for you!?

But you could not hear

Still, he kept rapping upon that drum ~

Even as the salty tears they did flow

Standing all alone?

While the Heavens rains, began to pour....

Yet, still, he played ~

With somber upon his face

As the world about him

Continued to fade away?!

Drumsticks made of flames....

And Angels, that often sang 

The tunes of tomorrows, beginnings ~

Amid, todays, shades!?

He played and he played and he played

But no one wished to dance

Because no one could hear or, see

Nor, did they ever understand....

Standing all alone?

They laughed while he stood

Watching, the mountains melting into the sea

The stars, waving their forever goodbyes

To the shadows, upon the rise....

Beating his drum, to these end of days?!

Creation unknowing bathed, amid their moment

Frolicking within the merriments

Beneath this blinking Sun ~

Living, but dying....

Holding tightly these, evaporating dreams!?

But still, he played; rap tap tap

As the end of tears; rain would fall

Yet, again, they could not see nor, did they hear 

So, how could they have ever known?!

Though some did; oh, how they loved him so....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

....The little drummer boy ~






Note: Smile ~ Just another repo; Winter 06' & 07'....
"Pride In The Name of Love," by U2 ~ "Love," John!:) ~












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BACK TO ORIGIN

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

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

People are equally created
Having many opposites
But respecting others taste

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

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


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The Choice of Bonny Aileas

Through shadowed forest glade she rode
'Midst grey and gloomy chill
No single thought of safety did
A moment stay her will

The mist clung to her nostrils as
She charged into the brush
The creatures of the forest paused
In terrifying hush

Foreboding seeped into her bones
Ghastly, from ages spent
Urging her mount to breakneck speed
Resolve would not relent

To slow would mean downfall into
A consequence of dread
She knew if she but lost an inch
He lover would be dead

This morn she was awakened by 
His servant at her door
And with his last breath utterance
Fell bloodied to the floor

It seems a tartan wearing clan
Appeared in red and green
‘Tis true that a more fearful sight
Is rarely ever seen

Unwittingly, they’d crossed the line
Into the Fraser realm
It was then they were set upon
In stand of noble elm

So, now she raced to intercede
Upon her love’s behalf
To beg for mercy from the chief;
That he withhold his wrath

The secret she had hidden would
Surely offset slaughter
It was true she had been born the
Fraser Chieftain’s daughter

She’d fled her home ten years before
With  young Lord Cameron
The rival clan’s incumbent heir
Her lover and champion

She’d not been sorry up to now
For following her heart
She knew the toll her love would take
Right from the very start

But this would be a sacrifice 
She'd never wished to make
That for his life she would exchange
Hers for the clan to take



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Average Age 19

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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



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The letter

The Letter

DEAR Marlene,

Sweet heart of the dead
Adored by generations not yet born
Marlene we love you.

Your beauty burned the wings of JFK
And brought big John to his knees.
For your love, was meant for more.
You shocked the World with a velvet kiss
An elegant truth in a sea of Fools.

It took one voice to start a War,
One bullet to unite false prophets
One woman to speak out.
You ostracized the Nazis for what they were.
Stood tall, through treason
Did not follow, Hitler’s Spell
Chose to Love America s freedom instead.

When Reapers scythe came
Song and Compassion was your shield.
It Gave comfort to the damned as shell and mortar pound
Your words a respite, from the fear
And your beauty, a reminder.
That love awaits the Soldiers return.
Back to the German farms and the English meadows
For love knows nothing of war.

You witnessed holy sacrilege,
Saw blind disciples fuel the reapers fire
Both sides, in the name of god,
Oh how heaven must have wept

Marlene you dared to question religion,
For Your soul could see through the flames,
While others perished in mortals Pride.
You Asked god to review his plan.
Only you, Marlene could do that

Where have all the flowers gone
Your message to Humanity,
But the Heinkel and the Spitfire
Flew too high to hear
And the flowers of youth
All Eaten by silent sheep, and taken to yet another slaughter.

Yet be proud Marlene
For Your echo awakened a new generation to peace,
Although lasting peace is like true love, so hard to find,
But never the less, a goal we devote our lives to.
Some countries have found their Peace
While other search.
Humanity is still a child in these matters,
And war still goes on 
When will they ever, learn, when will they, ever learn.

Try to forgive us,
Perhaps the man upstairs,
Really does have another plan, Marlene Dietrich, 
At least I’m sure that Eternity
Will be a far more beautiful and interesting place
With you in it,
and I look forward to meeting you.

Love Steven 
xxxx

Footnote to this poem
JFK relates to her affair with President Kennedy
Big john relates to her affair with John Wayne
The Velvet kiss was the first lesbian kiss on main stream cinema 1930
Marlene was bisexual.
The line where have all the flowers gone and when will they ever learn comes from the song forever associated with Marlene Dietrich.

Brief Biography
Born 1901 in Germany
First film in 1920
Became American Citizen 1937
Awarded Medal of Freedom USA 1947
Awarded Legion of Honor by France
Died 1992 in Paris.


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Jesus footles

Jesus came  
                  was slain

 crucified  died

                      he's alive

Jesus is risen
                    we forgiven

compassionate friend 
                             untill the end

father spirit son
                        three in one

Bibles read
                well fed
 sing 
      to our king

pray
      everyday 


Jesus' style
                 to reconcile

Happy days
                  God's ways

peace be 
             with thee   amen





                            






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Marble in Columns on Green

On a slope graced with green
White marble stands in proud salute

For beneath these engraved pillars of memory
Lie the resting places of heroes

A solitary green fir looks down
As if sheltering the lost and the taken

So many names, from all walks of life
A father, brother a girlfriend or wife

On a sunny day, they glow radiant like their lives
On a dull day, they stand out against the greys

For the living, life goes on 
Tomorrow is another day


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My shoes

The shoes on my feet are old, worn and tattered 
I’ve walked  hundreds of  miles in them 
They have been through a lot and are beaten and battered 
But they are my shoes.

Sometimes they hurt my feet 
And when I step in puddles, 
its not a very nice treat..
But they are my shoes

The soles have started to come loose at the seams
and when I walk I can feel it flap as it  hits the ground 
Maybe a new pair of shoes is what that might deem.
But they are my shoes.

They haven’t been clean since I don’t know when
I could wash them I am sure, 
but some how it would take something away from them.
But they are my shoes 

When I put them on and walk out the door 
they never question where I might go 
they just silently accept it and so much more.
They are my shoes.

They have kept my travels a secret 
took many, many beatings 
and haven’t betrayed me yet 
They are my shoes 

I see people look at my feet all the time
I am sure they wonder why I haven’t tossed them yet 
But to me they are comfortable and fine.
They are my shoes

Don’t judge me because of my worn and tattered shoes 
you haven’t walked where I have walked
or been where they have taken me, trust me I’ve paid my dues 
These are my shoes.

And I will throw them out 
when and how I choose 





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MAMMA ANNA MADE THE BEST BABBA' AL RHUM

Mamma Anna made the best Babba' al Rhum,
you should have seen me how it made me slightly drunk;
and jumping and screaming I danced to the beats of a drum...
then grandma joined in and she sang a classical song!


And the sweet cream was on my lips and cheeks, 
the Babba' al Rhum was delicious and I topped it with chocolate;
everybody began shouting, "It came from Paris,
but we Neapolitans reinvented it by improving its shape and taste!"


Mamma Anna made the best Babba' al Rhum, soaking it in that liqueur much longer;
and Papa' always told me to eat more of it...saying with a suppressing laughter,
"It's a man's dessert, after you eat it, you'll be strong!"
Oh, did he really tell me the truth? No, he was wrong!


It's so very sad that they aren't here,
and I am eating pretzels and drink a beer,
the harmony that stirred their passion can't possibly return...
as they danced on the terrace to celebrate the day I was born!


Mamma Anna knew how to make the best Babba' al Rhum,
and I licked the dripping rum with my finger...not my tongue!
She spoke calmly...when she should have gotten mad and picked up a broom;
no, she was never mean and rude, or ever said to me, " Go to your room!"


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Christmyths

If we read the gospel well,
We notice no one rang a bell,
To announce the saviour’d come,
And then when we learn of his mum,
There’s no mention of her donkey ride,
Or of the animals inside,
The stable were the child slept,
It does not tell us if he wept,
And of the weather? Did it snow?
Well we simply do not know,
It rarely snows in the West Bank,
Would be unlikely, to be frank,
And was Jesus born at night?
Did they at least get that part right?
Well it simply does not say,
It mentions not the time of day,
And that’s not all, not by far,
Shepherds saw Angels, Not a star,
It doesn’t say they gave a sheep,
(They were poor and lambs weren’t cheap!)
The Bible tells us many things,
But did not call the wise men Kings,
It doesn’t even call them men,
It only calls them magi then,
It says nowhere they numbered three,
Or if from the Orient they’d be,
It does say that our Lord arrived,
Lived a good life, was crucified,
Just to take away our sin,
So heaven will allow us in,
And this is the truth I will defend,
But just how can a footstep bend?


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fool heart

Fool Heart

The problem was never your leaving me
It lied with your still being around
Too easy for us to cross pathways 
Too easy for me to hear the sound
Of your voice in my daytime
And it was even worse quarter past ten
Spending the day hoping not to see you
When the truth is I never wanted it to end
No one ever said it would be easy 
Complication is a an unexpected friend
How you scooped a cup of my heart
I wish it back you would lend
It seems you also hold all the keys
To the past we shared and how we lived
With such secrets I can’t see why
It’s impossible for us to even be friends
It’s good life doesn’t come with a roadmap
Many journeys have to be perplexed 
There will be sunny days & stormy nights
And relationships that will surely be vexed
I wish only for those sunny days
And the lessons I learned from the storms
To grow and prosper from our yesterday 
And reform this fool heart that was tore.

kashan fields ©


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WHAT DO THE STARS TELL A LOVER'S HEART?

Profound silence
felt and revered,
stirring an awesome emotion,
which stillness repeals
whenever brightness shines;
and the primroses' scent spreads the delight
of the mild season.


What do the stars 
tell a lover's heart...palpitating
in tranquility, amid shadows
that advance with the pretty fireflies?
Dream, and reprieve from the loss...
hoping that love doesn't lay at rest,
but chooses to celebrate
'till after the evening, and tell romantic tales.


The invisible crickets chirp, 
somewhat awkward to the ears,
I'd rather hear the coos of the owls,
which are richer and more harmonious in sound,
but where are they in this darkness, unless
they are mating in the willows of the lake?


Our blanket is spread on the wide Sheep Meadow,
with a superb view of those Manhattan's skycrapers,
towering over us as sentinels in castle's towers.
Juliet wanted to taste this freedom,
embracing and kissing her handsome Romeo,
not fearing anyone intruding in her paradise,
unwilling to leave anytime soon;
and unruffled, she would continue to love him.  


What do the stars tell a lover's heart?
Accept the lovely rose that he offers you, and adore it,
because it has no thorns, to make you bleed in despair;
Sing with him a beautiful sonnet that Shakespeare wrote
for his lover who crossed the Atlantic ocean,
when ships took months to reach America's shore.


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Around that table, picture the scene
Self appointed leaders if you know what I mean
What were the topics on the Agenda that day
The Jewish race is about to pay

Who gave the right for this decision that's made
Who has the right to cleanse and degrade
To decide who lived, to decide who dies
Another chapter, I still wonder why

They came in the day they came in the night
Women and children pulled out of sight
Herded aboard like cattle and sheep
Many a family awoke from their sleep

Dazed and confused as they are taken away
Where will they be at the end of the day
From their warm houses and their warm beds
What must be going through their heads

As they travel through days and through the night
Up ahead, they see lots of lights
They depart the trucks and board the train
Their faces scared under the strain

Asking questions from family and others
Generations, sisters and brothers
Why are we here, where are we going
Windowless carriages with no way of knowing

We come to a stop, soldiers aplenty
Towers and wire, topped with sentries
What can this place be they have taken us to
As we head to large gates as they shuffle us through

Families separated, herded in file
Women and children, not one did smile
Taken to rooms where our heads were shaved
Is this the way humans behaved

Clothes discarded, as we enter the shower
No signs of water no signs of power
Doors slammed as we are all crammed in
History will recall this evil of sins

As we stand in the dark, chanting Jewish faith
Can hear the voices can't see the face
Noises above, do the showers start
The event has begun that tells us Humans apart

Questions and sighs, as walled vents show daylight
Some thing is falling then their slammed tight
A strange aroma starts to fill the air
As all around are screams of despair

Twenty minutes have passed and the quietness is rife
Two thousand people, two thousand lives
Pellets called HCN, or Hydrogen Cyanide
Contribute to this Genocide


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TIME



If time heals all, what heals time?
For it cannot be changed, its burned into history, burned into the fabric of time like a scratch on a track.

Time can make us feel regret that we did not use it the best we could or it can make us rejoice remembering that good moment in time.

It is a fickle thing that most will not appreciate until it’s gone.

I myself have had more pain than good, but does that count as bad time as it made my character and is the reason I have this strength and insight on life. 

So I don’t believe in or good or bad moments in time, its all on how we look at it and use it going forward. 

The most important thing to remember and learn from the past is that we ALL make mistakes . .  but only a fool repeats them.

Yours Fraternally 

TIME


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The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 5 Final)

This new born day I celebrate your souls release from guilt n’ captivity since that day you 
felt a carnal touch of sin within as your hands played poetically upon the curves of your dead 
lover’s silken skin…
I know now  you made your way to the top of the rocks to plant a tree to guard this sacred 
place where I fell from thee n’ you repeated the poetic chant of love’s abandoning to follow 
me into our karmic destiny…

On that fateful day your soul bled away at the top of this crest by a solitary juvenile tree, 
your body of words fell to the rocks at the base of this cliff, embroidered into the blood of 
me…
The one who would hold a feather to her face on this crest by the sea n’ remember finally 
the days gone by of you n’ me, our deaths from love’s abandoning when you my love were 
lost to this world n’ me for ten centuries…

I now await destiny as we will love forever more with immortal hearts…


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I Have Seen a New Dawn

I awoke this morning, before Dawns early light; the Sunshine still slept.
I took my coffee cup, out on the porch, and  for “Lenore” I  Finally wept.
The pain, the agony, years of grief: rolled down my cheeks: My Soul’s Relief.
A single ray of sunshine over the majestic purple mountains peak, peeks.
Out of this single ray of light, my Heartbeat; my Soul “ LENORE “ speaks.

“ My Dearest and Only Beloved ; I’m  sorry I left, upon our Everlasting Day.
I’ll sing to you My final Poem, before OUR Heavenly Father; bids Me to stay
I remember every Rhyme, YOU wrote For ME : Lets memorize each TIME.
GOD grants US togetherness : “ LENORE, Lets make this HOUR, OURS.
LENORE and I shared Memories, OUR POETRY : many of OUR HOURS

As I came back, from this Adventure, the morning Sun was smiling at ME.
Atop the Mighty Purple Mountain he had climbed ; I was not There to SEE.
With eyes now wider opened, I watch the warmth of the SUN racing at ME.
I feel the wind the warmth flies in on, Flowing through my Grey White Beard
I Smell the flowers growing; I see the mighty OAK Limbs wave; WEIRD.

I must Retrain my senses; To see, hear, feel : TO WRITE!! My FRIENDS
Relearn the Basic laws of Truth  and LIFE and LOVE and FEELING. 
Must Retrain my hands to write of The Beauty of Mother Earth! My FAMILY
I have to Study very Hard, my Contemporaries , to quicken the HEALING.
Then I can Write, to the ones I love; They teach me Everything  THE  POETS


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Mento

They say I must sing
Through sunset dripping blood
And despite the broken wing
Of the bird fluttering
Where the boy had left it innocently
Sling shot wounded to die
They say I must sing
Say I must make the fourth beat
The important thing
And I want to know why should I bleat
Only after I have felt four lashes
I want to know
Because as a child the drop-pan man sold numbers
Making me know numbers had a owner
They belonged to someone
And that someone said four was the number of blood
And blood is the price of freedom
And the song is the memory of things
Things I do not want to forget
Things I file in the subconscious for a rainy day
Which must end for children to play
I love the songs we use to sing
The mento fife playing
While the folks clap
Mosquitoes and flies sapping the flesh
Parasites the flood left behind
I love the mento song
That they grow in Sunday morning digging songs
But I do not sing that rhythm now
The harmony is broken in me
For I do not know, cannot tell
Why the fourth beat intercedes my hell.


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This is May

This is May
The time of the beginning of the month of rains
This is May
The teen girl coming boldly to my mother's room
This is May
Don Colon sails to Discovery Bay and leave in chains
This is May
Her young body like a delicate and exotic perfume
Are clouds dark as memory
On the old page of history
This is May
And I prefer none, but long to be there
When gully overflows cleansing me of fear:
              (a)
May murmurs in trees
Golden with juicy blossoms
Falling for the rain
              (b)
May bares her bright breast
To the oval lips of skies
The young heart thunders
               (c)
May brings her ships to bay
Laden with lost sailors' joy
Black rivers run red
               (d)
May wears the mountain scent
From fragrant flowers succulent
Hope seeks new domain
               (e)
May too is for love
Love of brave warriors' drums
Beating like a heart.
 



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After the quiet we all have to go
Dragged and carted by the Sonderkommando
To be dumped in pits covered by lime
A race to dispose by it's Human slime

Auschwitz, Buchenwald & Dachau slaughtered
Many a son, many a daughter
Experiments on children women and men
Some aged 90, many under 10

In 45, their end was near, how many alive would reappear
As Russians, British and US troops
Chased the Hun to their German roots
Each camp reached showed it's sordid past
Where millions of me, were massively gassed

In Auschwitz, to this present day
Birds don't fly, no animals play
The reminder is all for there to see
Those terrible days what happened to me

It's 1948, our Nation is born
From histories past, populations torn
To all who survived I wish you well
And our new born world, called Israel 


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You can run now

Freedom.

Oh you can run now, I'm setting you free
So for once in your life, accept gratefully
Ignore every time I proclaimed in the past
My arms open wide will, again, be the last
I said that before I won't say it anymore
I'd mean what I say, then you'd knock at my door
I'd open it up, let you in, let you lie, let you
Sleep in my arms hoping dawn won't come by
But morning did come with the realisation
Your eyes spoke a tale through a brief hesitation
Tsunami of regrets and self preservation
But at long last I've healed, I'm a brand new creation
Awash with tranquility, peace I never knew that
Exists beyond chases and captures from you
Stood still for too long and in sunk the teeth
You leeched at my neck, you wouldn't let me breathe
But those where the days I was happy to die for
I'd rather you kill me than leave me to cry.
A poisoned nostalgia begins to creep in then 
Proceeds to inject itself under my skin
How the tables have turned, I've become the snake
The skin you infected has begun to flake
I'm shedding the moments, the heartbreak, the lust
The love and the hate now united as dust
So hard to accept this was never meant to be
So go, you can run now, I promise you're free.

Jodie Williams for
The secondhand emotion contest
13 Jan 2012


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GREET THE LITTLE KING

Greet the little King,
who has been born in a cold manger
on the holiest of nights;
and by the glitter of a descending star,
He will spread peace in the land...
follow the shepherds and find that sight! 


My gift to Him is my joyful song,
and with this clarinet I will usher in His coming...
walk side by side with the pretty angels and rejoice;
bring Him your gift, and surround Him with joy!
See the three Magi arriving on jewel-draped camels,
holding in their laps the gifts of His destiny.  


A winter's night has always been completely bright,
every hill is hidden by darkness, but an heavenly light 
appears across the frosty sky of Bethlehem, while divine
voices announce Emmanuel's glorious birth,
everyone wakes up and sees that star and follows it;
and where it stops, they find a baby without a crown.   


Greet the Son of the Highest, the Wonderful Redeemer, 
whom the Virgin Mary has borne in the humblest of places...
in the small town without a temple, or a palace for the Emperor,
where Mary and Joseph will train their child in Godly ways;
greet the little king, He will smile and invite you in,
and His smile will spread peace beyond the star-lit hill. 
 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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~ Genesis ~

"In the beginning was The Word, and The Word, became flesh...."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"This is the day that the Lord has made
And I shall be glad and rejoice in it...."
I have often wondered if people really know
What is being said within this verse from Psalm 118?
But it always leads me back, to the countless other verses
That I have been blessed to read, through the Holy Spirit of God
How the prisoners have been set free....
With Heavens Angels encompassing, those, who truly love "Him"
And though ten thousand, of the enemy surround us, we shall never fear!
For God is within us; indwelling us with hope and might....
These Temples built, by The One who created all, of "Light"
Life, and all that is good; from Genesis, to Psalm 104
Every word ever written, within This Treasure, called, "The Bible"
Our guide, our hope, our deliverence; the promise, of eternal paradise....
For as God has said, "Angels and Prophets, have longed to know
What wonders of love, that He Himself, has given us, 'Through Christ!'"
Freedom from the bondage of sin; and a bridge back home, unto "Heavens Throne"
All, if only they shall, return, unto His loving arms?
They, that have longed to hold us, since before, the foundations of time....
Oh praise God, all of you His children, praise, "His Holy Name"
For who is like unto Our Father; who can stand, before His mighty wrath?
Surely not the fallen angels, whom tremble, at His very sight!
And if He did not spare they; though they be mightier than us; or even, "His Only Son"
Then how can the godless ever believe, that He shall somehow, spare them?
No, for truly, wisdom begins in the house of the Lord....
In this the day that He has made, for all of those whom love Him!?
Whom turn from the darkness and the evil desires of this world
The wantons of pleasures, powers and lust; mere dust
Casting aside their pride and ignorance; naiveness; amid the idols of baal
These secular things....And turning again, with their heads bowed down, to
"The Father of Light!"....Accepting His Son's Sacrifice...."Through His Precious Blood"
..............................................."The Blood, of Life!"...............................................
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                                  And I shall forever, rejoice, within "It!"
                                        ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
                                             ~ The Books of Peter ~


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Alone

She out on her own
hates being all alone
today she heard her wedding song
he had done her so wrong

There's no more tears
there are still fears
what happen to tender love and care
now no one is even their

No one to hold her hand
no one to understand
she wishes on stars up above
that soon she 'll find love

Where she won't get hurt
or treated like dirt
where she won 't be blue
found love thats true


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Momma

I know all the stories that she'd told she been livin in lies she knows shes doin 
wrong.All i know is she need to do right. I can't keep oncryin momma s do it just 
please no more fights. I tell myself that she will do better, momma we are a 
family ain't we supposed to bo together. What happened to our happy fun. Every 
since that doy violence but more guns. You used to give me hugs what 
happened to all the kisses, all the good times yes we allmisses.We can forget 
abut it momma thanks to you. You can't play me nomore i'm not a little fool. I try 
so hard but why can't you stop. One day i just wish you will and IT gonna drop.


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The Evoultion of Learning (Part Two)

As long as various people run various nations
There will forever be war
What the world needs is one leader
A common man who believes in the working class
As well as the Lord
Instead of one Nation under God
Lets make it one World under God
And just let each individual decide what he or she wishes to call that God
So I here by nominate our dear friend Vince Suzadail Jr.
The first candidate of the new world order 
He seems to have the best Political views I’ve heard
And I think he alone could do a much better job
Than all the leaders of all the nations are doing
At least I’m certain he couldn’t do any worse
And that way all the super intelligent people devising ways 
Of destroying our world
Could find something more constructive to spend their time on
Like raising a crop or milking a cow
Saving a child or helping elderly with their needs 
There are plenty of folk who need a hand
Lets all start offering them ours instead of cutting theirs off
I’m just a simple man
My actual world is very small
My family, friends and neighbors
I love you all and hope you know I’ll do anything for you I can
There is no malevolence left in me
I know how to make and use a shank, zip gun or small explosive
But I’ve learned not to
For I’ve learned to think with my heart and soul
They do a much better job than my mind
I just wish the great minds of the world
Were smart enough 
To figure out what I have
And learn to love with all of their hearts


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Daddy Why

His son queried "Daddy why do white people treat colored people so bad"
having the right answers was stirring in his heart 
motivating him to do his part
Daddy Why
trying not to picture those ominous clouds of inferiority 
forming in his daughter's mental sky
as he told her she could not go to the park
she asked the question 
Daddy Why
this is what he heard as he marched for the cause
of Peace and Brotherhood
Dr. King was cognizant of what he knew as the interelatedness
of communities everywhere
living in the solution was his plan
allowing himself to be oppressed 
would have only caused him to feel less than a man
we are all created by the same 
HEAVENLY FATHER up above
masterfully done so with HIS undying love


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You Played

You Played with my emotions
You Played with my life
you took away the only thing
i ever seemed to have
you used me and even abused me
you left me blinded and hopless
you betrayed me and rejected me
forgot the love i once gave you

Now days go by and i sitll remember
why cant i just seem to forget you
why does your name run through my brain
I dont know
bloddy tears seem to slip
they drip and fall and even poor down

Your name is not forgotten
now that i've brought it back to reality
i dont need you i never did
this was all pointless
it was all just a wast of time

i will love again
just not now
but forever i will stay 
true to myself


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Bruise Me

You always try
to break me down
you always try to knock me out
damage me with just your words
not physical but it still hurts
and all you do is make it worse.

You bruise me
Cut me with your tounge
Brutalize me, cut and binding
as my blood pours from the scars.
You bruise me
and it's really nothing more.

Berate me
go on hate me
it's something you love to do
yell at me, because now i see
there's nothing left for me with
you.
Your eyes so cold, words are old
nothing else that you can say
times running out, it's over now
and your the one who bruised
it away.

You bruised me
Cut me with your silver tounge
Brutalize me, cut and binding
As my blood pours from the scars
You bruised me
And really nothing more.


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"HAPPY VALENTINE MY LOVE!!!"

Happy Valentine my love
First I want to say you're often thought of.
Then I must say you mean all the world to me
And to my heart you have the master key.
I love you more than words can say
Which is in a very special way.
You're my closest,and dearest friend
What we have is forever lasting,and has no end.
Our love is divine,genuine,and very rare
No other can compare
To this tender love we share
That's why we're such a unique pair.


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I Love You



For everything you do,
For all you have done,
For always being you,
For a day full of fun,
For being forthright,
For trusting me to do the same,
For saying it was alright,
For when I was to blame,
For all your wisdom,
For all you did bestow,
For the things yet to come,
For what keeps me aglow,
For the remainder of life’s seasons,
For everything left to explore,
For all these reasons,
For so much more,
I have and always will love you!







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Trust

   How will I know what your doing? I cannot see you from behind, I don't have a secret 
power where I can see through walls and I can't read your mind. But what I know is that I 
trust you with my mind, my body and my soul and even though one can never really know but 
my heart is telling me to trust you. To not jump to conclusions, to not get jealous when 
you flirt cause I do so why not you just as long as your the one I come  home too were 
cool. I close my eyes, my friends say you have me blind but I know what I feel and I 
can't conceal that this is real. This is us and I have to trust that when you look in my 
eyes that sparkle is only for me. I may be a fool, a naive little girl to think that i'm 
your princess and you'll forever be my prince. But I've always believed in fantasy so why 
not us I trust that we can make it? Hold my hand and never release that bond and ill 
never question your faith in us. Your always on my mind, it's like the song says " we 
belong together" and I hope you feel the same way I do. To truly love somebody is to 
trust them with your money, friendship and heart. A flame so hot the candle wax with melt 
before I stop loving you... I trust we will be just fine.


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Night To Remember

It was long ago,
In time and space,
Where the night of my life...
Did take place...

The woman I loved,
In tender rapture we,
Were entwined,
In my mind,
For eternity,

To all else the world,
I was blind,
Our bodies and souls,
With just one mind..

We fell asleep,
till late that night,
To me, the world
Was never so right...

I'll remember that night,
Till the day I die,
And maybe longer,
If God does comply,

Those sweet hours,
Far too few,
The ultimate ecstasy
I ever knew.


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Behind these eyes

    You see my face and you see my expression but you don't know the real me that i'm 
protecting.
 
     You don't know that behind these eyes that a little girl cries every night, you 
don't know the half so why are you desperately trying to label me with some brand that I 
would never wear.

    If you'd look a little deeper into these pearly browns you know that I am not just a 
cover you have to take time to read the book to really know me. 

     You can't just skim the back or listen to what other people say because yeah I might 
be talked about but unless you dip into the pudding you will never truly know why.

    Maybe if you looked a little deeper you'd see someone trying to keep up in a endless 
race. 

   I keep on moving but it's never any good I guess I underestimate myself or maybe I 
just need someone to give me courage.

     I see the surprised look on your face and all I can do is laugh, I bet you didn't 
think that I had so much depth, I better you never realized. 

      So even if it's not me your interested in, please let me teach you one lesson. You 
can see some much more behind the eyes of a girl than the cloud of makeup hiding her 
face. 

In a girls eyes you can see her insides, her deepest fears, her insecurities. 

Behind these eyes is the magical side, and if you can look into them first then I know 
that your confident and well worth the struggle.


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Confused

I love you, I hate you
I trust you, i don't
you a messed up person
you're the love of my life
i can't stand you
you keep this flame for you lit
din't say nothing to me 
i miss you i must admit 
 you so sexy

A ugly personality 
you sweet since i'm confused you must leave 
 i don't wanna be with you that's what i believe 
no please don't leave 
we can work this out lets talk save your breath i need a long walk
come and walk with me lets get some fresh air 
stop giving me more memories as the wind blow threw my hair.
I want you away cause you still turn me on 
I want you here to fulfill my needs i'm confused can't you see


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Neon (9/11)

When dulled down shock painfully became
a pickaxe ache behind shimmering eyes,
the bludgeoning screen hammered memory cells
repeatedly, over and over.
Tears exploded, soft rain dampened flame,
the grumbling dust cloud debris disguised
broken hearts bursting in agonised swells
searching for life confirmation.

Crashed vultures, evil in senseless flight,
beating humanity for hours like a drum,
cramping the breath with holocaust claws,
gleefully gloating, gloating.
Yet humanity does not die in the night,
by the warped wicked ways of fanatical scum,
humanity fades not, nor crawls on all fours
the prey of abomination.

Could Hitler pulverise humanity dead,
could Stalin annihilate it's very soul,
could Hussein defile it's essence to dust,
could they, hell.
It arises from rubble and ashes instead,
steel resurrection, reassembled whole,
in the love and pride of people it must
elicit restoration.

Beneath the veil of despair-crippled night
a broken city seethed neon 'till morning,
mortal wounds blazed and shone in rebirth,
defiantly living, living.
And hope prevailed in each bulb burning bright,
in each filament, tube, each spark a new dawning
of all that Heaven allows on Earth,
a prayer-shot inspiration.

The carnage of angels bedazzled with pain,
yet the courage and conscience of saints empowered
a neon-lit love of brother for brother,
a blinding, blinding sight.
From sorrow and sacrilege raining again
humanity's wonder, upon them was showered
the love of the brave and the just for each other
that they become the light.


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Heloise on Abelard

These barren walls
Keep me chaste
Vows of silence
Diminish nothing of wanton passions of the past
Days in silence, looking upwards to God
Thoughts linger, to where true love lies

I toil in Gods works
Knees now as rocks
All of Gods floors, so clean
Daily rituals, in quiet do I share
Our virtues preserved, hidden from worldly sins
But I have loved, yes, and long I still do

Illusions of piety, they scare me not
Love stirs goodness, surely no sin
The days of eternal springs
Gardens so fresh, flowers in bloom
Hand in hand, with his intellect and charm
Beauty within, for we dared the philosophical

Arms and legs entwined, deep in thoughts
My professor of life, and thinker to all
He belonged to France
Nobility, and all
We parted in love, 
Who sees my tears, behind these walls?

Our reasoning lost to passions turn
He admits not, the love he yearns
His Order condemns, his inquisitive thoughts
He burns what he writes
Heretic or not
A leader of philosophy, a greatness in his time

A fate, that brings upon me guilt
His torture of manhood, he suffered much pain
Questioning his intellect, is love, his very brain
Each to our separate, Abbeys’ of god
Vows of silence, yet the ink flowed
Reliving now, what surely, should have been

A love so great, why considered a sin?
Has not this society, any compassion at all?
Learned I was in Latin and Hebrew
And so with the pen, letters did flow
And from afar, in pain, our love re-lived
Passions in ink, became again exposed

Alas he is older by a fortnight or many
He longed for love, yet he fights from within
His values, his passions, his life’s dedications
His soul has been burned, wounded by time
Ending his years, thinking seduction undone
Redemption shall be waiting, from the heavens above

My love Abelard, my tears you never saw
I was strong, as you gave me the strength to be
And I, was happy, knowing our desires shared
The angels will tell you, your fame will endure
For the greatest of all philosophies
Our love will be


Abelard and Heloise are one of the most celebrated couples of all time, known for their love affair... and for the tragedy that separated them.
Abelard (1079-1142)
Heloise (1101-1164)


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Mind and Sound

Only light can penetrate the 
darkness
that resides in the default state 
of mind
I descend from beta to delta 
through
binaural beats; instantly caught 
between frequencies beyond 
time 

I absorb amplitudes of acoustic 
energy
and I learn to just be earth 
Since I am the earth 
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its 
existence, 
I've owned the power of 
omnificence 

I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a 
descendant 
Created in the image of a 
thought
and a feeling from the 
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from 
rhythmic
pulse that manipulates 
subconscious minds

Immersed  between 4 and 7 
hertz;
brainwaves halt to a conscious 
sleep
All  chakras are aligned shining 
crown energy 
and now my consciousness 
begins to reap! 
and light begins to penetrate 
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there 

is now flooded with sound 
patterns
that force brainwaves to submit 
to power
of omnipresent sound that 
always was 
and always will be connected to 
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially 
beyond;
physical time and space

I long to embrace the intensity 
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds 
that resonate from the inner 
core
and continue to connect 
through the binaural beats that 
-  
remind me of before

Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining 
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel 
while reaping an abundance of 
benefits and rewards
Listen!! 
It's already yours

Just reach out and grab it 
as long as intention and ego is 
checked
the universe will correspond 
accordingly
it will deliver a life to you divine 
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that 
were there from before
They will guide to to the 
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect 
directly with the source 




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Love's Presence Last

.
way.. ..way back then.. ...years ago that day... ...we met you said there goes my future wife I was in the dark, I did not know you A stranger .......you.......were to me your sister...............talked to me you came by............sat with me love began.....it grew years have gone by love's presence last


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The inpact of sports

I love to stay involed with my community.One of the ways I do that is by playing 
sports. Playing sports is a great way to meet new people. It’s fun because when I 
go to some of the other high schools I see people from our old teams who you 
are playing against now. Everyone involved in sports here at Mercy High is 
encouraging and supporting. The sports I am involved in are cross country, 
basketball, and soccer.   
	One of the sports I do is cross country. This is the first year I have 
ever done cross country. It has been extremely fun being on the cross country 
team because all the girls on the team are super nice. During every race they will 
be there cheering me on, even if I am the last one too cross the finish line. I think 
that running can be boring, but my parents, coaches and other runners always 
encourage me. The main reason I am doing cross country though is to stay in 
shape for basketball.
	My favorite sport is basketball, which I play in the winter. I have been 
playing basketball ever since I was a second grader. Basketball is my favorite 
sport because I love the way the game is constructed..  Basketball is a team 
sport. You could be the best player in the world but have awful teammates which 
could results in a loss. 
	During the Spring I play soccer. Just like basketball, soccer is a team 
sport. You need to be able to communicate with the other players. I have been 
playing soccer almost my whole life. Soccer is a great sport for anyone to play 
because when you are younger the soccer ball and fields are all smaller. Some 
sports are to hard to play when you are young because you don’t have the 
strength.


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This Memorial Day We Salute Our Veterans

We salute every soldier who’s
 served this great nation.
And offer a heart of thanks
 and appreciation!

We salute each member 
of our armed forces.
And are thankful for their
 efforts and resources!

We salute the many who 
protect our borders too.
We’d be in trouble…  
If not for people like YOU!

We salute every son and 
daughter lost in a war.
YOU are what serving this
 country is meant for!

We salute the officers who’ve 
guided our women and men.
Our prayers are with you!  
And our love from within!

We salute our veterans!  
Wherever they may be!
Those who served on
 land, air and sea!

Offering prayer to the
 Lord is our belief…
That he will guide our
 Commander-in-Chief!

As we observe 
Memorial Day this year…
Let’s offer our soldiers
 love, hope and cheer…

May God bless them in
 all they endeavor
And his peace be with them
 today and forever!!

By Jim Pemberton  
05/21/10


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he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence

                    Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      No .. this was not my hero in music and song .

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul. 

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                






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Love and War

I hear the voices
Choirs sing in the skies
I try again like you did before
Depressed I know there is no more

I listen to past voices
Songs sing in my head
For sure a proof I am not dead
Depressed, I am on the floor

Once we danced with the moon above
I held your soul in the night air
Kisses in the dark made us hunger
Yet here I am alone, starving

Shadows of love, a wisp of desire
Music drifts into the night
From the local pub
Where I was and where I shall I die

On my horse, I ride far far away
Guided by the stars, I escape from you
Styrie shall live to an old age close to you
I shall die a distant memory

My Waterloo


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Love came down at Christmas

L Long ago travelled Kings
O Opened their minds to prophecies
V Visiting from afar they brought gifts of Gold, Fracincense and Myrrh
E Eastern Star guiding them lighting the way

C Company of Heavenly Host
A Allelujah! Angels appeared to Shepherds, telling Savior born
M Manger for bed wrapped in cloths in Town of David
E Evangelically proclaimed Christ the Lord

D December 25th designated day
O On which we recollect
W Why/way Christ entered our world
N Nativity only part of His story

A A new testament
T Tells of new covenant between God and His people

C Christ's coming to Earth
H Hailed as new born King, Holy
R Risen Lord, righteous redeemer, 
I Intercedes for us as
S Spiritual Saviour to save sinners souls
T Time for Truth, Trust, Trinity
M Man's belief in God of Love,  
A As Father Son and Holy Spirit
S Shall be saved


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Happy Birthday Jesus

Long ago, one Christmas morn, in a stable a child was born
Innocent, helpless and small
How could we believe He’d someday die to save us all?
On His mother He depended for his every need
How then could we imagine it would be by His blood alone that we’d be freed?
Growing up in a time and place so different from Heaven above
Living and dying here on Earth, what a symbol of His love.

To the cross He lovingly went
Knowing it was for our sins alone that He had been sent
Dragging His cross up to that hill where men were condemned to die
Jesus, our Savior suffered the fate while we were all passed by.

“King of the Jews,” that’s what the sign had read.
Hanging just above His thorn crowned head.
Blood spilled from nail driven hands and feet
As Christ suffered a death most bitter and sweet.

The pain and agony He lovingly endured
To give us the gift of salvation, most blessedly assured.
He never counted the cost of a price that was oh so high
Giving up His last breath so we may never have to die.

Today He walks amongst us, having conquered the grave.
Loving, hoping and waiting for us to accept the gift that He gave
When on that day so long ago He died in our place
Proving the power of God’s most amazing grace.

So this Christmas morning before you race for the tree
Take a moment to thank God for Jesus, for the gift of life eternally.
But don’t stop there, unwrap that gift of salvation today
What better way is there to tell Jesus………Happy Birthday?!


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Our Modern Day Pharisees and Sadducees

A Pharisee was fair you see,
Because with the resurrection they understood.
But the Sadducees were called “sad-u-see”,
Because they did not believe that the teaching of 
The resurrection was any good.
Both groups were very pompous you see,
And thought they were better than everyone else on the scene.
And even when Jesus Himself showed up at the grounds,
It made them more vindictive and more mean.
Several times they tried to trap Jesus,
As in the case with the adulteress lady. 
But Jesus once again had to put them in check,
For His reaction was what they were watching;
Of which He made them look very shady.
Another time they were upset,
Because they healed on the Sabbath, someone.
Instead of being happy for the person that was healed,
They were upset amongst each other, everyone.
Today we have people like those just the same,
“Uppity” and you can’t say anything to them.
Thinking their too good to be with CERTAIN people,
Forgetting they are to love all people at all times;
But making some individuals feel very dim.
“Clubbing” or “Club-Hopping” on Saturday night,
Going to hear the Word every Sunday.
But smoking and speaking sadistic words,
As if it were something like a Monday. 
Jesus told the Laodicean church,
That He would literally out of His own mouth spit them.
Because they were neither cold not hot,
They are what we call being “LUKEWARM”
There is a difference between,
Living in and committing a sin.
The first is a lifestyle one chooses to live,
While the other is a mistake one makes but not purposely therein.
So will you be a modern day Pharisee or Sadducee,
Or will you be a worshipper with sincerity?
Will you have a sarcastic or sadistic spirit,
Or be with your father in hell for eternity.


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Scarlett's Lament


Scarlett's Lament

Fiddlede-diddlede
Scarlett O'Hara, she
slew all the fellas--not
lifting a hand
'Cepting Rhett Butler proved
Incomprehensible
with, "Frankly, my dear, I
don't give a damn!"

deborah burch 
1.30.2013


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My Father's cleats

 It’s funny how my father’s hobby became mine. He has been a sportsman all his life, he played basketball, volleyball and softball all his youth, but his real passion is soccer and even though he is 55 years old now, he still keeps playing it and loving it. He has had all kinds of cleats, all brands, all colors, different styles, but it does not change anything, he still plays amazing. But one thing I do find hilarious is that every time he comes from a game, he cleans his cleats, he washes them and takes them with such an unbelievable affection, that I’m beginning to think that he might love them more than he loves me, but now I do know the feeling of a new shiny, hard and beautiful pair of cleats. I still recall when he took me for my very first pair, I could not believe he was doing it for me, I was so excited, but now I realize that what I was excited about is that I could be like my father for just a moment when I had them on. Ever since I was little, I remember my daddy playing soccer, leaving home all dressed up, ready to fight, and win the ball to make a remarkable roll on the field. The playing field that we both love, the field all covered in grass, all green, so delicious and soft, so colorful… being crashed by everyone’s cleats and the rolling ball, feeling the sunlight on our skin, and the wind on our faces. Having a team, an extra family with whom we could find support and create new ideas, new plays so we could smash the opponent. So yes, I loved watching him play and cheering him up more than I could ever like watching official and famous soccer teams. I do find funny the fact that my father’s hobby became mine since everyone says we’re too similar, and even though he also has a son, his daughter is with whom he shares that connection. I love the fact that our simple relationship was started thanks to such a manly sport, and curiously, to transform me into such a girly girl.


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Ode to my daughter on her birthday - 26

My Sarah
When I looked at you last week trying on your new boots
Those almond eyes sparkling at something new, a gift
I saw my little pink girl, a princess, playing dress up again
Your long hair draped your high cheekbones
Life still a game, tinged with drama and theatre 
As you look for fun in all your pursuits!
A player in life with a passion for cooking and music
You have become a kind, loyal, vivacious young woman
Self assured, grounded with a love of tradition
I looked at you and felt an overwhelming pride.

Sunday’s child is ' bonny, blithe, good and gay' they say
Befitting my Sabbath girl, a model child of few demands
Your bedroom a vast sea of Barbie and friends
A Passion for story-time and books
Your Dutch life with Irish sea-touched roots, 
You are a real continental
A great scholar with degrees in Law and Psychoanalysis
You have found your true love with Luis, a Spaniard
As you both prepare to leave the Emerald Isle
I wonder at the achievement of you!


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Bianca of Venice

Venice, the daughter of the sea
Winding paths, waterways or cobblestones roads
Rulers of the renaissance, noblemen would be
Her navy full of conquests, her triumphs all would see

From nobility rose, a woman fair
Her life a whirlwind, with her share of despair
Banished from Venice, for daring to speak
Her desires and wit, did many a man seek

The golden rose the pope did give
As she fled to Florence, so young and deceived
Her strength in spirit and a mind so refined
Her friend Marco, the captain, with whom she dined

He parted his wisdom as best he could
He sailed victorious, for Bianca he should
His secret was safe out on the seas
Which is why he and Bianca, could never be

Her royal blood would keep her in stead
As nobility in Florence would turn their heads
Francesco indeed would commission a palazzo
For Bianca his mistress, in waiting, his queen

The Grand Duchy of Florence, all powers bestowed
A seeker of knowledge, of wisdom composed
His Austrian wife, alone, cold and barren
Could not compete, with his love yet to be

They danced, they confided, in each they held
A love of intellect, beauty and lust to be feld
And sadly, one day, the enemies of Venice
Plotted and schemed to bring about a demise

The poison was swift, and an era did end
In a villa in Florence, Francesco was dead
Bianca his love, her beauty unblemished
Fell by his side, and whispered to thee

My dear, my love, it was meant to be

Bianca Cappello (1548 – 17 October 1587)

Note: OK OK I invented 1 new word, that's what poets do


Details | Quatrain | |

On Grandma's Farm

There's an antique red barn
Sits atop the hill
And a small little pond
Chock full of blue-gill 

There's old rusty cars
Which haven't ran in years
And a hundred year old house
Once manufactured by Sears
 
It's loaded full of memories
It's filled with lots of charm
It's a place I know and Love
It's all there...On Grandma's Farm

Used to go there every Sunday
From as far back as I can remember
Sledding down the hill
In the snow come December


I Loved it out at Grandmas
Playing with toy tractors in the sand
Going to help split wood
Just to lend a helping hand

I Loved it winter, spring and summer
But my favorite time of all
Was when the leaves all turned
The wonderful colors of fall

I was carefree and happy
The world was free from harm
Way back when I was a kid
Out On My Grandma's Farm

© 2011 Kevin Stock


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Pledge Of Allegiance, Revisited

I Pledge Allegiance
a solemn vow of obedience, from the earliest age of grievance,
when found deliverance, one people, united against tyranny and intolerance,
become the model of democracy and toleration

To The Flag
the symbol of once colonization come together in celebration,
a new unconquerable nation, a successful castration,
of oppression and dictation

Of The United States Of America
a conglomeration of peoples form one nation,
13 colonies a single relation, one voice, one oration,
tread on me, expect retaliation

And To The Republic
a democracy, its creation, the Constitution, its foundation,
agreeable to all  in origination, fiercely guarded against demolition,
militarization, and impregnation, over all these years, still on station
 
For Which It Stands
the protector of all oppressed lands, the world over she lends a hand,
her signature, her blood, in foreign sand

One Nation
from sea to sea, whether rich or poor, some vocal, others, chose to ignore,
those who guard the shore, those who knock on heavens door,
one nation, esprit de corps

Under God
in a time when belief was strong, today, should not be wrong,
having been with us so very long, a few may sing a different song,
most will believe, as they have, all along

Indivisible
one, as a whole number, cannot be divided by any other,
many have tried under guise of brother, only to be denied by the mother

With Liberty And Justice For All
the means to end all oppression, infinitely wrong with transgression,
succession, regression, and repression along

Our Pledge of Allegiance
a pledge of a nation, a history profound, one indivisible number,
all it takes, to be no longer allowed





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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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If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight


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911—Underground Overtime Night Workers (Acrostic)

Nine Eleven—a dark day lives of many workers were stolen away
Individuals worked all night; stayed; without seeing the light of day
Nose to the grindstone below floor level they labored productively
Effectively moving papers, stacks, racks, speedily and so selectively

Encouraged basement overtime; more taxes paid; they worked away
Loyal workers; dedicated to the cause; laziness to them—not a gift!
Earnestly they called home to say, “Honey I am working another shift”
Encouraged by those who stayed; coffee and donuts— no need to pay
Encroachment above they never did see as terror stuck during the day
Night’s darkness envelope the light; underground darkness of the night

~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~
 
© Joseph Spence, Sr., 8/27/09
© All Rights Reserved

~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~

Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.



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Eunike


The honorable senator of Rome
Petronius, a handsome man of wealth
for whom the poets held respectful gnome,
that contemplated 'bout the State's good health
like God was worshiped by the sightly maid
- Eunike; whose devotion was unpaid.

Unanswered her obedience and love,
uncherished were and thus, transformed to pain;
tormented her young senses, made her rove,
- alone confessed, her flesh needs to abstain
- his handsome thus admired and marble bust,
apprised her instincts, highborn and robust.

Evincible, unrequited pleas,
the maid exalted to the sovereign sire,
his despotism she served just to reprise,
thus punished by the whip for her desire,
accepts the lashes whispering his name
with deponent her dedicated flame.

The punisher was ordered to beware,
not to cause scathes upon her perfect skin;
her sire's ingratitude could not forswear
love's burning tears she shed, for was a sin
to disobey her master's potent will
- infusing lashes deftly to instil.

Alone Eunike stares at his stone bust;
his handsomeness could cause a Sol's eclipse;
oh, may the Fates milleflorus entrust
their gifts upon his brow and much loved lips;
her arms embracing him, the maid's face couth,
shall osculate the marble bust's cold mouth.

© G.V., 09-07-2013 All rights reserved
(5 sextains, sestines or sestinas  - Iambic pentameter)

(You may read the "about the poem" submitted text)



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Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine


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Our Country's Soul Is Being Torn Apart


Our Country’s Soul Is Being “Torn Apart”

The very soul of America is being “torn apart.”
It’s a problem that’s striking at our very heart.

There’s a “blowing wind.”  A “time for change.”
As the country’s moral fabric is being “rearranged.”

As many question what the true meaning of life is for…
Many don’t seem to know what’s wrong or right anymore!

As so much pornography is allowed into our homes…
The moral decay is “eating” right at “the bones.”

Many have a hard time “defining what marriage is.”
So many are really “messed up” in how they live!

The news seems to be “fascinated” by man’s depravity…
Leaving a huge vacuum of a monstrous “moral cavity.”

Many who attend church want what’s
 “soothing to their ears.”
A God of holiness and righteousness
 is what they “fear!”

As we look around as to what our society is becoming…
God’s judgement is soon!  It is surely coming!

We must come back and leave all of our “false idols!”
We must come back to the God of the Bible!

Jesus must be our cord of love the forever binds!
It’s only in him can we find true love for our minds!

It’s only in Jesus that we can find a purpose and meaning!
It’s only in him that we need to put our
 trust and start believing!

He is and always will be the right choice to be taken…
Without him, our country’s is “doomed and forsaken.”

He brings healing and righteousness
“beneath his wings…
He is what we truly need!  
He is our EVERYTHING!

By Jim Pemberton


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Billy the Kid's Great Escape

*
Sentenced to hang in the town of Lincoln,
Billy made his bold escape.
Both of his guards died from thinking
that a shackled young boy couldn't break away.
*
I've often wondered what thoughts were going through his head
as he stood staring out that window chained to the floor by his bed,
watching the gallows being built that would soon seal his fate.
Was he planning at that very moment his greatest escape?
Did he already know that his hanging would never come to be?
Was he already aware that before night fall, once again he'd be free?
Whatever his thoughts, they were interrupted rudely
by Deputy Bob Ollinger, one of his guards while in custody.
"Word has it you said that if we ever met again you'd kill me on the spot. 
Well here I am Kid. Now's your chance. Show me what you've got. 
It's a shame that you'll hang in another week or two, 
because I'd love to be the one who gets to kill you. 
I've got 16 silver dimes in the barrells of my shotgun. 
I'd love to try them out on you, but I can't unless you run. 
If I free you from those chains will you run for the door? 
Oh by the way Kid, your Ma was one sweet dirty whore. 
I'll kill you before you hang Kid. That's a sure bet." 
"Be careful Bob," said the Kid, "I'm not hung yet."
Bob thrusted his shotgun hard into Billy's gut. 
The Kid looked up at him in pain and said, "Now what?" 
"Don't do it Bob," Bell screamed angrily,
"or you'll be the one who'll hang for sure 
for killing an unarmed man in cold blood
who was chained helplessly to the floor. 
It's time for the other prisoners to be escorted across the street to be fed. 
The Kid's not going anywhere. He's chained to the floor by his bed. 
Anyway, I took the prisoners last so now it's your turn. 
Go and have yourself a beer and I'll stay here 
and guard the Kid until you return." 
Bob Ollinger placed his shotgun into the gun rack. 
Before he left he said to Billy, "I'll see you when I get back." 
No one can say for sure if the above dialog ever truly took place, 
but one thing's for sure, 
Ollinger tormented Billy at a merciless endless pace. 
They were arch enemies who fought against each other
during the Lincoln County War. 
Ollinger was in the posse that killed John Tunstall,
Billy's employer, friend and mentor. 
"I have to use the privy Bell," Billy said to the deputy. 
Bell kept his rifle trained on Billy as he tossed him the key. 
Billy unlocked the chains that kept him bound to the floor. 
Still in handcuffs and leg irons, Bell escorted Billy out the door. 
Billy entered the outhouse closing the door behind him. 
"Let's not take too long in there Kid," Bell said with a humorous grin. 
While in the outhouse Billy managed to slip one of his hands out of his handcuff. 
"You fall in there Kid?" Bell laughed, "You've been in there long enough." 
"I'm coming out now Bell," Billy said opening the door. 
"Sorry I took so long Bell. I must have ate something bad for sure." 
Deputy Bell then escorted Billy back to the jail cell. 
Once inside, Billy spun around and smacked hard Deputy James Bell. 
Bell lost his balance, dropped his rifle and was momentarily stunned. 
"Hands Up Bell!," the Kid yelled. In his hand was a gun. 
"Please don't do it Bell," Billy pleaded, but Bell tried to run. 
The Kid had no choice but to do what had to be done. 
He shot and killed Bell, then went and got Ollinger's shotgun. 
The Kid never found pleasure in killing, 
but Ollinger would indeed be the exception. 
Knowing that Ollinger heard the gunfire, Billy stood by the window 
and waited for Ollinger to appear in the street down below. 
One senior named Godfrey saw Bell fall dead down the stairs. 
The moment probably gave Godfrey a few more gray hairs. 
Ollinger ran out into the street as Godfrey screamed, 
"The Kid's killed Bell!" 
Ollinger looked up into both barrels of his own shotgun 
and whispered, "..and now he's killed me as well."
"Hello Bob!," Billy called out with a song in his heart 
just prior to blowing Bob Ollinger apart. 
He blasted both barrels into Ollinger's chest and face. 
Pieces of old Bob lay scattered all over the place. 
Billy smashed his shotgun in two, threw it at him but missed. 
"You'll never rifle me again," he screamed, "you son of a b*tch!" 
On the balcony he addressed the crowd whose jaws hung agape. 
"I don't want to hurt anyone, 
but I'll kill anybody who tries to prevent my escape." 
In the office he found a sledge hammer
and smashed the chains of his leg irons free. 
He told Godfrey to fetch him a fast horse immediately. 
As he walked down the stairs, he came upon Bell's lifeless body 
and many eyewitnesses admit
that the Kid looked upon him and said almost tearfully, 
"I'm sorry I killed you Bell, but couldn't help it." 
As Billy mounted the horse the chains of his leg irons startled the beast. 
The horse reared up and threw Billy down onto the street. 
He was at this point his most vulnerable laying down on the ground. 
The crowd could have overtaken him easily, but none made a move or a sound. 
Once again Billy mounted the horse
and fled with the sound of his leg iron chains ringing. 
Many claim that as he rode out of Lincoln County
that they heard the Kid singing. 
Billy had escaped danger so many other times in his past, 
but this was his greatest escape ever. It would also be his last.
*
"I had no intention of killing either one of them. My plan was to tie and gag Bell and then get out of there before Ollinger got back, but then things went terribly wrong.....I certainly didn't want to kill Bell, but I had to in order to save my own life....I never felt happier than when I gave it to old Bob. I said, "Look up here old boy and see what you're getting". I then blasted him in the face and breast. He use to ride me to the point where I just couldn't take it anymore."
- Billy the Kid


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US in JesUS

Before we were thought of or time had started, 
God put US in His Son’s name.. 
 
And each time we pray, you'll see its true, 
You can't spell Jesus without including US.  
Were a pretty big part of His wonderful name, 
For US, He was born; 
 
And His great love for US is the reason He died. 
Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand 
He rose from the dead, with US in His plan? 
 
The stones split away, the gold trumpet blew, egospelexpress
And His resurrection was for US.  
 
As JesUS left the earth with His wonderful ascension, 
When He felt there was one thing He just had to mention. 
 
"Go into the world and tell them it's true 
that I love them all - Just like I love you." 
 
So many people are Christian brothers and sisters, 
Don't all the others have a right to know JesUS too? 
 
It all depends on what we do, 
He'd like them all to know, 
But it all starts with US. 

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright   2011

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The Pencil Sharpener

I, the sleeper and dreamer
Wish for your end
Is it wrong, blasphemer?
Should I break, should you bend?

I sharpen your demise on a pencil sharpener
Peeling you away….reaching your core of lead
Should I break or should you bend?
Or can’t I just wish for my end?

There’s knives protruding from your eyes
The eyes I know are dead
The blasphemer you are will reveal where your body lies
Beneath your core of lead

I found you among the disposables
Wishing for my end
I blasphemed you and you just gave back
My pencils burning with lead

I screamed as you pierced through me
I felt it in my soul!
But I’m to blame for this masterpiece
I sharpened you with gold!

The shavings fall upon the ground
And still this dream moves on
Pierced, I fall without a sound
Until the break of dawn

I, the sleeper and dreamer 
Am still pierced to this day
So I hand the pencil sharpener to you
And pray you’ll be with me 


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THE CRY OF HOSANNA

His message to Mankind was divine love, much louder than 
the desert wind hissing through the tall palm trees;
they heard Him, but sadly contempt built up when
they defiled the Temple by selling and trading instead of praying on their knees...
so Jesus got the whip and the lame and the blind cried out the word, " Hosanna! " 


Hosanna! Hosanna! 
Hosanna! Hosanna!


Christ was the faithful servant who was scourged, derided and crucified,
now, is the friend of all who believe in Him, not in a sinful world....
the Redeemer who carried the heavy cross to Calvary and died;
His resurrection was a victory over death making Him the eternal Lord!
Who besides Him is more worthy of God His Father, are we?
Anytime Jesus prayed, He finished that prayer with this holy word, " Hosanna! "


Hosanna! Hosanna! 
Hosanna! Hosanna!


Nothing has changed...it was an unjust and mean world, and so it will be;
they lived for lust, power and money getting greedier than Judas who chose death;
find that good soul that resembles Jesus...is it that poor man who seeks mercy?
We can gather much gold, make him a crown and place it on his bruised head!
And while he sits there waiting for compassion, his feeble voice proclaims," Hosanna! " 


Hosanna! Hosanna! 
Hosanna! Hosanna! 


All nations strive for supremacy, making useless and massive weapons so destructive,
they have no love for their neighbors...they hate peace and every beautiful place;
we have made it to this century...will others see a tomorrow not dark and delusive?
Pray like Jesus did and put your fate in the hands of the Almighty who's grace! 
No joy or possession is greater than faith...get up, look up and shout, " Hosanna! " 


Hosanna! Hosanna!
Hosanna! Hosanna!










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Man's Corruption God's Redemption

Man's Corruption...  God's Redemption!

The Bible speaks of man's sin and corruption.
That's why God has offered us, his redemption!

The heart is desperately wicked above all things.
There's an evil corruption that sin brings!

The Lord searches our heart and tests our ways.
He watches our lives, all of our days!

There's nothing good in ourselves.
Not now, or ever!
Without God's mercy...
We're doomed forever!

But, through Christ, there's a way and a plan!
He made this available to every woman and man!

His gift of salvation is a message of love, made clear!
The coming of Jesus Christ,
 draws ever so near!

We can trade our sinful corruption, 
for a new way of living!
Won't you come before the Lord,
with a heart of giving?

Giving our life to Jesus,
 is the best thing to do!
By his power and grace, you can be
made BRAND NEW!

I'm thankful for his salvation! 
 Mercy has been applied!
Because of Christ' death on the cross…
I'm now sanctified!

By Jim Pemberton   


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Exploded Revere

Each and every heart has lost its way
Xanadu is just fictitious, this you know.
Pain flows with love, as the wind doe s blow.
Love can be pretty or just as ugly any day.
One heart beats so different, in every way.
Dear lonely heart, listen to your spirit glow.
Each passing moment will tell the way to row.
Dream your desires, but live in reality today.

Revelations shall take your heart for a little ride.
Explosions build and fall, love has crescendos.
Veer carefully in passions lost, before you decide.
Eventual truth will guide you; out of these woes.
Respect your soul, don’t let your heart be the only guide
Every love shows, grows, though not without repose.


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Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?


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Mother, Forgive Us

Mother,
I used to walk in dark places and know that I was safe.
Because I knew that I loved you.

Mother,
I have abused my brothers and sisters.
I have contaminated your purity with murder.
I have raped your daughters.
I have kidnapped your children.
I have brought your blessed bosom to the brink of destruction.

And now, even when I walk in daylight I do not feel safe.
For now I am aware of what I have been to you.
Worse than a prodigal, I have endeavored to exploit the very mother who nurtures me.
And now that I have worsened whatever imbalance was in you before I arrived,
I endeavor to flee you like a coward through the grace of an oblivious savior.

Mother,
I have dreamed a dream of water.
I have dreamed a dream of living water.
And in this dream Jesus, my Savior, told me that he was not oblivious.
And in this dream Jesus told me that he was fully aware of my crimes against you.

Mother,
I have dreamed a dream of fire.
I have dreamed a dream of unquenchable fire.
And in this dream Jesus reminded me that I was sent here to heal you as you taught me of manhood.
And in this dream Jesus told me that if I could not love you, my mother, who I could see, then how could I love my Father in heaven who I could not.

Mother,
I have dreamed a dream of air.
I have dreamed a dream of whirlwinds.
And in this dream I breathed in the breath of forgiveness and I realized that it was not too late for us.

Mother,
I have dreamed a dream of earth.
And in this dream, Mother Earth, I see you and us together, fighting for our freedom.
Fighting against the delusion that our fates are not eternally intertwined.

Mother earth,
Please forgive us.
For true, we have betrayed you.
But it is not too late.

Mother,
I promise you that as sure as my savior is in heaven we are going to make it.

Mother,
I present myself to you as a living witness.
The Lord has not forsaken us.
For within our DNA is the secret to your healing and the end of our insanity.

Mother,
Thank you for loving and protecting me, even as I raped and wounded you.
And now it is my turn.

“In the name of Jesus, the earth and all of the earth’s inhabitants are one mind, heart, and body.  In the name of Jesus, we are one person, one planet, and one purpose.  In the name of Jesus, the lion will soon lay down with the lamb and this beautiful sound, this sound of the sacred Gaia will know harmony!!” 


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Their Kind

In Japan the small is much revered, 
transformed within the womb of heart and mind
to grandeur never gained by those who fear
what is unseen, unsaid, what’s left behind.

A leaf, a sheaf, a treasured grief in kind  
becomes a shrine the living must repair,   
as is the brace of kite upon the wind                                                            
in Japan the small is much revered. 

When sunk beneath the tide it disappeared 
a transitory fate a watery clime.                                 
Arise, arise, on Mother’s crust appear
transformed within the womb of heart and mind. 

Birth the beauteous butterfly in time,
unite the scattered children to those dear,                        
and each sylvan mountainside will align
to grandeur never gained by souls who fear.

Hurl all regret aside and persevere
reform what’s torn, to budding new design.
The ghosts must wait attendance, must forebear
what is unseen, unsaid, what’s left behind.

For each bold challenge met the world cheers
Japan is a nation where ties do bind
and the fate of all will be, well shared       
the youngest to the eldest of their kind
In Japan……….


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Ode to my Father

Alms Inn, there is the place again, and here
I, far away, muse in the house I grew
O this village of my love, has grown too
The golden hills with lilacs filled, the sweet
Soft of morning dew, and my dusty feet
Leaving his brighter sun for school and care
Whilst he with poetic dreams filled the air
And orange blossoms buzz with fragrance fair
And O, orange blossoms buzz when
In my mind I hear his voice again.

Father, fragile though festive fold of hills
Where drought walks dissonant on dribbled dreams
Your memory abides here still, and bright streams
Of laughter where you paced or sat unveiling
History and poetry and farmed feeling
Of the world. Like a nightingale's voice spills
Through the village gate, sublime as sacred thrills
The organ dissipates, and crannies fills
With thy deep eloquence and pride
And thy wide eyed child by your side.

Regal of an African line, birth low
Amidst the Maroon bramble, up you came
Out of the German mire of blood, a flame
Carrying bushman and midwife through night
The falcon feathered for the frolic of flight
Over foreign spires, in the bright rainbow
Father, still your footsteps that path does show
Mud deep, bright towards the future we go
Athlete, scholar, tempest and mist
Man above men will foes insist

And I today churn in praise my new lines
Waking like a womb of fresh beginnings
A virgin voyage of my form, deep gleanings
Of the mind's creativity. I bring
It, tribute to you, blush before my king
For whose awesome form my love matchless pines
Seeking your worth in joys of new designs
To carve your honor on our human minds
First of our black place to unfold
Upon white space petals of gold.

This proud veterinarian, this wave
That pulse across the Caribbean's shores
This first in rank in all the shackled chores
This noble patron of the arts, this child
Of business, that upward through nights here toiled
To say I am free, stir now gloomy grave
You shall not hold him forever a slave
When jubilee comes, and our God shall save
For of all the joys that is known
He loved his God, and grace was shown

Time and us are leashed memories
With time I tell love's true stories
And so its oft, when love in fancy strays
I to Alms Inn, where my boyhood still plays
In St. Elizabeth, behind the brimmed drays
Here in white pattern of dust I reclaim
The glory of my father, all my name
For we are nothing who have no past, sir
No identity the shard soul to stir
Shorn from the traditions of father's ways.


Details | Ballad | |

Antigone

I am the face of misery
My life, a dissonance of autumn and spring,
The years are written in the same
Lugubrious, nostalgic grey
How can it be the author to blame?
I cannot scream this all away…
Burn nor Bleed this all away…
To Death I am Ordained

Lacuna ever growing
With Velvet sheets of life flowing
Aeons apart of my "royalty"
Under the mask the cannot see...
Can you dispel this tragedy:
Antigone - Epiphany failing

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

No words of hope
No words of hate
Do I have Lenore to send to me:
The sordid child of Thebes
Caught In the longest nightmare
life - the slowest way to die

I know this is my life 
But I'm not under control
under the mask the will see
Just Another Human

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

Can you dispel my life; this tragedy?
Can you control the storm in my mind?
I'm asking you: can you rid me
Of The Curse of Antigone?


Details | I do not know? | |

On this Land

On this land, men transmute into rigid stones
Behold! How numerous are they in my country
On hills, plains and valleys, signs on paths of history
Stones that loved, suffered and muted 
And were coloured  and suppressed with embroidery 
Of red, brown  and yellow pieces of ivory bones
And became fronts and castles of the genius melancholy ,
Vast gates and wide windows look upon prosperous plains
Greeting the redolent of flowers  every morning  
Flowers which were pretty women, each with a love story
Which is rejuvenated each generous spring
To guard love, and adorn men's tales of bravery
How sweet to sit among them and listen to the whispering 
Between the stones and flowers in the valley 
Don't wonder, love is so common among those remains
In my little innocent country
And all speak of pure love and glory. 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Gertrude -- Gertie -- Gertrude Stein

-- Re:  Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas, Rue de Fleurus #27, Paris --

What would Gertrude.What Gertrude.What, Gertie?Have thought.Have thought what
thought?Thought thought driving,forward,remorselessly.Remorseless Remorse?Forward.Never reverse;no reverse.No.No remorse.Remorseless,spurning reverse,seated.High!Seated high in Auntie.Then in Godiva seated. Looming.Enormous.
Looming enormous.Unsinister presence. Certain presence.Definite.Definitely not sinister.  Positively looming;enormous in brown.Brown,in brown corduroy,driving Paris.
In Paris,through Paris.Looming high in Paris in Godiva.With Alice, quiet beside her.
Quiet; always, Alice.Alice always. And zipping, about -- coming to Rue de Fleurus 27.
Zipping to Rue de Fleurus.To 27. And Alice so able.Able Alice, each a.m. transcribing.Able Alice typing.Automatic Gertrude.Typing Gertrude.Great Gertrude.GeniusGertrude.Talking Gertrude.Genius talking.Great brown Gertrude;Gertie to Alice.
Absorbing, talking, buying art --- buying Matisse.Absorbing Matisse.Showing Matisse.Banishing Matisse.Selling Matisse,collecting Picasso.Great Gertrude -- genius Gertrude at court, holding court at Rue de Fleurus 27.And Leo.Gone Leo.No Leo at Rue de
Fleurus.Not at 27 After Leo, after Mr. Stein, after brother Leo.But there was Alice.Alice
was there Among Braques.And Cezanne.(Not Matisse.)No longer Matisse, but Picasso.And Picassos, Picassos, Picassos!And Alice; alongside, was Alice.Next to, was Alice.Alice
next Gertrude,Gertie, G. --- Gertrude, Miss Stein. Genius Gertrude Stein Quiet Alice
always.And a great Gertrude.A great brown Gertrude.A leviathan. A passing ship; a
great leviathan.Gertie, a genius.A hugeness.A shibboleth.But to Alice, just Gertie.


Details | Free verse | |

In his footsteps

On his shoulders 
he carried 
me,
when I tarried 
when young.
He’d huddle me close,
and tell me the stories
Of how he grew up.
The things that he loved to do most.

Correct me when wrong.
And punish when bad he’d
Protect me from harm,
And when ill -
He’d wrap me in blankets,
And nurse by my side,
Till one day I grew up
And rebelled.

In your footsteps 
You wanted
Me to have followed,
And done everything by your will.
But I’m my own person,
So listen to my side,
Are you in with me this time
Or still…?

Do you not answer?
Hear my pain call?
As I struggle to find my own way.
Is it time I departed?
Is it time that I learnt?
To have my own will
What d’you say?

Well I’m sorry 
You’re silent.
You’re so disappointed.
But I know that you feel
I am wrong.
I can’t take this no longer
I’m so full of anger.
To my misery
Is there no end?

Well I’m out!...
Do you hear me?...
Dont misunderstand me.
I’m grateful for what you have done.
But for now
I don’t know me.
I don’t know the answers.
I’ll pack up my things and be gone!

But then
you say to me
Just listen – child listen,
One day 
you will settle
You’ll see.
You’ll be married. 
With children.
Putting food on the table -
Working hard to bring in the dough
Then you’ll think of these words
Just follow my footsteps
That way you will
Come to no harm.

And the voice in your head
Will silently say -
I told you,
Was right all along.
I’m your father
I taught you to follow 
my footsteps;
To know what is right and
Whats wrong!


Details | I do not know? | |

WE ARE INDEPENDENCE!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Feelings

The ultimate sensation and so pure, 
Skips a beat, uncontrollable, yet feels amazing,
Beating simultaneously - an intense magnetism


Details | Light Poetry | |

Chicken Head

       Chicken Head

       Your a bird, with no wings!
    Your soul is lost and lives in the streets.
     Why sell your body the way you do?
        you least can get your son some new shoes.
     If you going to sell your body,get what you can get.
         You have kids, you need to get a grip.
          Do you really want your daughter to grow up like you?
         To flag down cars for every man that comes threw!
           Why are you selling your last food stamps?
          To pay a cell phone bill that has laped.
      This is no debate, your son lips is cracked from being dehydarted.
     Why do you make them suffer for the things you do?
      Look into their eyes. thats the hatred for you!
         Your baby is crying tears, for you can hear.
               Crying to be loved by you,
            You can really fix the things you do!
   Each child is a gift from God, A bright shining star.
                 Look inside your heart,
    and ask your self is this is what you want to be.
          A chicken head that stay in the streets.
      Ask God for help, when you lay down to sleep.
            Pray the lord your soul to keep.
          If you should die before you wake,
       ask him to help take your kids pain away!
             Some one should decapitate you,
       for all the pain you put your kids threw.
      So stop having kids just for someone eles to raise them.
    I guess it's for the best, because you really don't deserve them!
           They cry for help, they beg of you!
     Your a lost soul, and only God can judge you!
    


Details | Couplet | |

My hand holds your hand

My hand holds your hand and that`s enough.
In the green`s intervals, the weather is rough;
The blue wind freed its own ghost’s chain
Following the rhythm of the crystalline rain;
With the leaf`s thrill and embrace`s embers
Patient ruby hidden in alabaster chambers, 
Far from the desert of mirrors, standing aloof
As vulnerable as the surge`s serenity`s proof;
Simple surmise falling down with the mist,
Suspension bridge above the yellow East;
Looking from the season `s round roof,
Solitude seems hit by a rueful cold hoof.
Like the violet dawns date with the pale moon,
Chapel`s morning joined the emerald afternoon;
Air angels with white wings are our mates;
Trees beg for heaven to let open the gates; 
We listen to inner chansons sung by Edith Piaf
My hand holds your hand and that`s enough.


Details | Limerick | |

These Colors Don't Run Limerick

<                                 once were twin towers on horizon
                                   bombarded by Al Qaeda what sin
                                   then came many heros
                                   lost too at ground zero
                                   America's flag still flew in wind




In Loving Memory To Those Lost
On 911 R.I.P. You Are Not Forgotten


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?


Details | Etheree | |

Gather Around My Children Pentecost {Etheree}

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




Entry For Brian Strand's Pentecost Acts 2.1-4



Tribute To Christ Our Lord
    {Amen}


Details | Haiku | |

American Flags

American flags,
the right to destroy is yours;
as is your freedom.


Details | Lyric | |

The Undisputed

The Undisputed



 I usually prevail when mostly other have doubts,

 as my hostel rival friends taunt, boo and shout,

 when they know my mind is focus on that title bout.

 I took the stubborn champ to the limit with a reserve

 of deadly impact of fresh crushing blows therefore

 had the ruthless undefeated champ dazed, shocked,

 and lay resting looking at my dancing toes as

 I exit to go ending the big show.


 2/15/11 by Keith K. Relf


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: IV

God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Spirit of Otter Lake (roundel)

At Otter Lake, whilst welkin starry clear,
A ghostly wail bruits eerily despair,
And eyes appear alit like embers near,
At Otter Lake.

Avaunt, the trappers pray, bedim thy glare;
In sooth, thy mourning grieves a bygone year,
From earthly bourn, ascend to angels care.

Arose a zephyr, thick as bloodied air,
And shrieking withered every soul with fear,
To where a man durst lay his footsteps there,
At Otter Lake.


Details | I do not know? | |

"......Prophecy......."

Revelations....

Tears are red

Hearts are blue

A pantheon 

Pantomimes

Paradigms

For, me and you

Metaphores....

On distant shores

Approaching

Soon ~

Marching bands

Dripping hands

Warriors

Beyond 

Your view....

Tears are red

Hearts 

Their blue

Melting stars

This, bursting moon

Pantomimes

Panoramic signs....

Paradigms

Foretold times

Prophecies

Coming 

True ~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The End of Days!?


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: VI

The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?


Details | Light Poetry | |

' More Than Any Of Us ... '

Braver … Than All The Mighty Lions Can Roar
Braver … Than All The Spirited-Wings, That Soar
Braver … Than All The Explorers, Who Explored     ( Philippians 2: 7, 8 )
Braver … Than All Or Any Of Us … Is The Lord

Truer … Than Those Who Faced Beasts, Who Devoured
Truer … Than Any Martyr, Who Has Been Whipped & Scoured
Truer … Than Any, Who Have Faced Hate & Been Scarred
Truer … Than Any Creature Ever, Is The Lord

The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Mortal-Soldier
The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Mortal-Warrior
The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Army Corp
The Freedom Fighter … Problem-Solver & So Much More

The Leader … More Than Julius Caesar
The Leader … More Than The Great Alexander
The Leader … More Than Queen Elizabeth-Tudor
The Leader … More Than Eisenhower Or Any Super-Power

The Conqueror … He Is Unbeatable, Undefeatable
The Conqueror … He Is Undeniable, Undefiable
The Conqueror … He Is Invincible, Indefensible
The Conqueror … He Is Unstoppable, Unswervable

Stronger … Than Any Petrified, Nailed Board !
Stronger … Than Any Bound & Thorn Whip-Cord !
Stronger … Than Any Guard, Or Tombstone Hard !
Stronger … Than Any Bloodied, Spear Or Drawn Sword !

(He’s Stronger Than Any Bullet Or Bomb Can Explode!)

So, Look Higher … Than Any Arch Cathedral
Look Higher … Than Any Gold-Domed Temple
Look Higher … Than Any Religious Symbol
Look Higher … Than Any Cosmic Or Man-Made Idol

The One Messiah, The Worthy One, Paid What We Can’t Afford
The One Messiah, The Worthy One, His Blood & Soul Outpoured
The One Messiah, The Worthy One, The Christ, Who Restored
It’s All On Record, GOD Gave His Word, GOD Gave, The Lord

Braver … Than All The Lions & Beasts, That May Roar                             ( Rev. 13: 11-15 )
Truer … Than All The Saints & Self-Made Saviors Or Survivors
Stronger … Than Any Enemy, Higher Than Our Hearts, For Love Is His Core
The Freedom-Fighter, Leader-Conqueror, Who Will Win The Final-War       ( Rev. 16: 14-16 ) 

(Braver … Than Any Human Being, Ever Born)

    GOD … Please Grant Us:
     The Courage Of Jesus
     The Strength Of Jesus
       The Loyalty Of Jesus
        The Love Of Jesus

          The King Of Kings               ( Rev. 19: 16 )
         The Prince Of Peace             ( Isa. 9: 6, 7 )
             & The Amen …                 ( 1 Cor. 1: 20  &  Rev. 3: 14 )
That’s Why … In The Name Of Jesus  ( Philippians 2: 9-11 )

                 Amen

            His  MoonBee


Details | Free verse | |

wanna come thank me for getting bin laden shot america

or do you want to tell the person whose first name is sang by sinead o connor
middle name is sang by fred durst
and last name is mentioned by fred durst


do you want to tell me, the person you just spent 13 years mad at
singing and dancing to my misfortune
and rubbing your happiness in my face as you exclude me from sex

do you want to tell that person whose name you plastered all over your war
that he had nothing to do with surviving it
do you want to tell that man
Troy Jeremy Nelson
who just lost everything 17 times
to start over
that he was not your allie
in whatever that was?

let me put your name alll over a war
and then wait for your enemy to show up
and ask you
what does that guy got that i don't?


everything now
you murdered my grandpa
you murdered my friends
you murdered my sex life

and you sang and danced to my misfortune to the tune of your lies
pretending i was your friend called an alibi
you didnt bother to even try to keep alive

do you want to come telll
me
Troy Jeremy Nelson
that your country just did that too
that thats not what happened?

Im not sure how long your going to live that lie
the thousands of people concerned and involved in that persons endless
and i mean endless nightmare
might just come tell you what has been making them cry.....

Happy Halloween tho
FALSE PROPHET

oh and p.s.
next time you put somebody else in the middle of your war
to play the victom of that person's nightmare
you caused
take notes to pass into the future
as to what is about to occur
to you
may be a life lesson
to history

Thank you for not caring (sarcasm)
thank you for not answering my letters (sarcasm)
thanks for going the wrong way, in the wrong direction, to do the wrong thing
that whole time i kept pointing out a drug ring blackmarket, you people didnt care 
about (sarcasm)

thanks for calling me a liar as to what has taken place in my life(sarcasm)

so whenever you are free to hand me a bunch of things with your smiling face, and 
names all over them
to make me feel better for the way you treated me
singing and dancing to the sound of getting away with murder
for the miracles youve stolen

my big brother doesn't like to dance around and play house, pretending to be 
someone hes not
in a singing competition, racing against his sense of fear
do you want to come tell the man just tortured by malpractice
with his name on your war in your music,
he had nothing to do with winning it?


Details | Rhyme | |

All About Ralph

This was quite a challenge!
You could call it - My potpourri!
It will give other "Soupers", a little glimpse,
of what it is that makes me - me!

I spent 21 years in the Air Force. 
One year in Vietnam.
Been to several Foreign Countries,
thanks to Uncle Sam!

I love classic country music,
like Jim Reeves and Johnny Cash.
I enjoy the older sitcoms,
like "Golden Girls" and "MASH"!

What's my favorite movie?
"Driving Miss Daisy", I must say!
My favorite singer is, Dean Martin,
even though he passed away.

Meatballs and Spaggetti,
that's my favorite dish.
I kinda favor, Italian food,
but I sure do not, like fish!

Baseball hats, on backwards,
and drivers on their "cell",
Tattoos, lip and nose rings,
bug me all-to-Hell!

I love golf and watching baseball.
I'm a die-hard Yankee fan.
I love to snack on Oreo cookies,
and "Cadbury chocolate, when I can!

I have an addiction to cruising.
December is when I go.
It's on "Royal Caribbean" or "Carnival" lines,
for the last 10 years in a row! 




Details | Verse | |

TWENTYNET 1960s - aka The 1960s A Changing World

Women's liberation
Bras burned
Girls were confused…excited!
Gloria Steinem central figure,
Speaks out.
Women shout.
Politicians doubt.
Equal Rights!
New thinking.  New songs.  New vocabulary.
Debating: Equal jobs for equal pay.
Strong women.
Many followers.
Surprisingly, numerous men quit opening doors.
Woodstock proclaims, “Make love, not war!”
Many soldiers die; "Vietnam Conflict" rages.
Soldiers come home, their world, changed.
War heroes were ignored.
Women worked untraditional jobs.
Many prayed.
Many died.

© May 25, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  MAGIC OF DECADE'S MOOD 	
Sponsored by: nette onclaud


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Science and Religion

My soul is Hindu...
My head is Islam...
My heart is Christian...
Every part of our body has various righteousness.

Every religion is teaching us the knowledge of humanity and love.
Truly religion gives us strong base of life and peace.

Similarly science means comprehensive knowledge.
Science is teaching us the knowledge of existence and prosperity.

Scientific religion is called spiritualism.
 
It's the historical contribution of science and religion.

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA


Details | Light Poetry | |

Cues

My day is a day to be reckoned with my Sir!
I am down back to zero going again you see.
I carry a silver stick just for you not for me.
Do know I roll in a blend of pure magic I stir.
 
Like my soup you are and a cat I shall purr.
My summer is magic my winter cues as be.
I am busy you see to fly in and out like thee.
But in between this world is a cross to incur.
 
And at the end of this world is even a bigger cross,
Sharp as a whistle seemingly to be  at a great loss!
 
® Registered: Ann Rich   2009
.


Details | Narrative | |

Mary

great aunt, kissed me yesterday
after bidding fond adieu's 
to fleeting flashbacks of youth

streaks of invincibility 
stiffened her spine when a gentleman came calling
courting her future
a legitimate suitor
awkward member in good standing of the Chicago Fire Department 
man unaware of the elements due to generations of Irish breeding
mule, mick, jackass, workhorse, turf-cutter, he responds to all 
these stones of rough leathered hands... make him free 
to cast a roving eye, flash a quick smile
share a wink with a girl hanging laundry out back to dry

aunt kissed me today, longer
holding on to that sweet floating feeling
that anything might happen and would
when the Holy Trinity cuts her a break
if Paddy can turn the other cheek
oblivious to water that Mary's mother threw off the back porch
onto his only brown suit 
onto his pride
onto Halsted Street
bright Sunday morning of June

The triplets had ruse in motion
ascetic, etched from strict culture
preordained her new life of solitude

Paddy, fresh off the boat
wet behind the ears 
soaked in shame
never came back
auntie grieved
unwed
will always kiss


Details | Couplet | |

Indigenous I Am, from the Stolen Generations

This is a journey, a trip call it what you will It follows the footsteps of my ancestors, and allows my thoughts too spill Firstly let me take you back, to tell you so little of my past Indigenous I am, from the "Stolen Generations" I did not last This is why I must make this journey, to allow me to find the real me To retrace the few steps I made, to rediscover what my young eyes seen How ironic that the person I'll ride with, is the son of the then official Whose deliberation to round up us children, the scene, locale It's now the morn of our travel, where I look I find hard to see The peripheral of the distant horizon, is all that really captures me The town where I grew up so young, barely to the age of five Perth, now bustles like a termites nest, zig zagging in busily strive Into the bush we go, to a place where us youngsters so enjoyed Moore River Native Settlement, which soon became children void As I walk my arid lands, patterned in the heat of this day I recall with every step, where us Indigenous children played We could survive on the smallest of fruit, water we could easily find Even the son of the then official, said that we are a superior kind He marvelled when I spotted tracks, traces of where animals crossed Remembering back to when I was five years old, our lands always talked We opened up as we led our horses, introduced all those centuries ago They opened up my lands, rivers we walked, now the white man flows This is a journey I had to make, it's called, it's in my will No more "Stolen Generations" no more will my culture spill


Details | Carpe Diem | |

I

If its money I got its money ill keep. If its money I have its money ill weep. If its love that I give its love ill receive. For I am but no one who just see's beneath. Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we change..in a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.


Details | Name | |

A symbol of Unity

(Dedicated to Pope John Paul 11)

Is Religion a symbol of unity?
Dedication for the welfare of mankind
A spirit of understanding
A respect for existence
An honour for leading the path
For awakening the human beings
A challenge for impurity
To protect equal opportunity
The explanation of Nature
And its system 
And a power who runs it
Nobody can touch it
Nobody can see it
Nobody can hear it
But that can realise only
A passion of pain and Love
A spirit for dedication
To face the problems
To find out the solutions
To maintain a standard for living
To protect the ancestor’s progress
For liberty, integrity and fraternity
Religious spirit never cares for boundaries
Never cares for ruling dignity
A fight against misusing
The power of freedom
A barrier to stop cruelity
A barrier to control feelings
A barrier to nominate the respect for relations
A barrier to protect natural beauty
An encouragement to develop individuality
A technique for learning
A chapter of self reliance
A movement of skills 
A path of failureness and achievements
A goal of patience
Maturity of determination
Wisdom of deeds
Perpetuation of truth
Shameless and shameful divisions
Sense of goodness and dirt
Faith in existence
Action of belief
Motion for aims
A smell of enjoyment
Efforts to protect future.


Details | Rhyme | |

Times of Trouble Are Ahead

Read the Bible and the words that are said. Times of trouble and tribulation are ahead! All one has to do is read the book of revelation. To read about this world and this nation! Days of wickedness and evil that abounds.. Shall very soon. Come “crashing to the ground!” For our sin, there’s a price that has been paid! Many have become sin’s servant and slave! Many will not escape God’s judgment and wrath! They’ve chosen the wrong direction and path! Right now... There’s a path and a way to “escape!” Please do it right now! Before it’s too late! The right path to take, is through Christ alone! He must be the lord of your heart and home! Jesus alone, can bring hope to your soul! He’ll never leave you! Is what he wants you to know! Times of trouble and uncertainty are well on their way! Christ can help you to overcome! He can do it TODAY! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Lyric | |

Alone

Me... I was standing on that stranded Island...... alone........ Looking back..... into my Life... the past...... I felt.... I was not alone in those..... I was surrounded with my friends, relatives and all... But here in the end.... I became alone...... For ever.... I felt like I was a romantic poet those days..... I looked into the mirror of time..... The past... I knew that I was a poet..... An artist..... A performer...... More than all, I was a clown to all..... I went back to to the time along with my memories.... There I saw her..... She was with me...... She was Crying, Laughing, Teasing me..... I felt....... I was in her lap..... for decades or more.... But today even she left me....... and I am alone...... Again I went back along with my memories...... There I saw my mother...... I was with her ..... for more than several years..... Now, I feel........ My mother was better any way... But I missed her..... All I know is I left all my fellow beings only for my love...... But today even she left me....... and I am alone......


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In high definition

In high definition... There is an old oak tree in our backyard. This old oak limbs weep like a willow. It branches out to the stars. The moon effervescent shines above. During the winter, the moss hangs low. I see the wind blow through its leaves in autumn. There is an old oak in our backyard Where a widow sits beneath weeping over love lost. The dawn has broken. The dew is high. This old oak is well defined. She has limbs that reach high in the sky. The sun photosynthesis makes each leaf shine. Her depth is sublime. This old oak is part of home. Many visitors she knows as a widower rests before he moves on. This old oak tree stands tall As a City's landmark. |__________________________________________________| Penned on November 22, 2014!


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On my Indian Land


Muslim came, Christian came, and they gave their separate fame
Maratha, the Rajput, the Mughal has done, to increase its name.
Buddha came; Mahavira came, wishing always India’s fate.
Aryan came, Dravidian, All gave the words of praise, 
All had came and all had gone, India always for all,
Land made no distinction at all.
Spread love is the message for all
As my country greater of all       
Love made no difference that’s all.


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MARK ANTHONY AND CLEOPATRA-3

The Egyptian standard falls, unto histories surrendering, 
The deserts breath, is so stilled,  under the Nile river's
Murky abyss, busted masts, heave against the 
Heavily laden hauls,taring the ships apart,
As the Egyptian fleet sinks beneath the waters surface.
A shooting flame of arrows, lights this tender box,
Of human flesh and bone, in wars clash of titans,
Rome must concur all nations.
Survivors screaming for salvation’s protection,
But help will not come, for Horas is a 
Defeated deity, hiding within his own temple to
The east.
Broken is the heart of Egypt, as a daggers sharp edge,
Is plunged into the body of a living god, the last Pharaoh,
Known as Cleopatra.
Cradling misfortune's solider, Mark Anthony, she thus weeps,
Behold love's most tragic couple of history.
With his last breath, he calls unto she, by names sake
Alone, Cleopatra, than remains stilled.
Lord thy last falcon has left the golden land,
Welcome him, she thus bids farewell, to hearts warrior,
Cleopatra.
A mortal woman holds her lover, within destiny’s arms,
Soar with the great eagles, my love, for soon I'll join thee,
In the great halls of our ancestors.
Tragedies star crossed lovers, partake in the bitterest
Of fruit, dried are these figs, once ripened by the sun,
Now unpalatable by discord’s taste.
Nay, all the power and wealth of Egypt itself,
Could sever, the silver threads joining these two,
From one another.
Lovers heart, bound even after death itself,
Shall they walk forever, within the valley of
The dead together, silhouetted figures, embracing
Reunification’s promise vows expressed long ago,
Written within their hearts eternal.
Lain in a golden gown, the queen of the Nile
Does she rest, beneath death's slumbering shadow, 
A serpents bite, has laid waste to a dynasty’s blood line.
Behold how in the heaven two eagles do soar,
Blanketed by the golden warmth of the sun,
As the passages of the hear after open wide
Their mighty gates, each name is spoken with
Honor pride, behold Mark Anthony and Cleopatra.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN 










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Blue Spruce

I’m here to tell a story
About my life of Glory
When I was just six foot tall
I was young and small

The log cabin below me
“Mother-in-law, Apartment”
Soon to be a sacred “Shrine”
“POETESS LENORE”

Although I’ve never met Her 
At certain times of the day
The Sun glows around Lenore
HER Picture, HIS LIFE
       To Be Cont.
Author’s Note : I have to stop here for a minute
I want to enter this in Russell Sivey’s Contest :
                   “Trees Everywhere”
I Dedicate this POEM and all Parts of this POEM to come,
To “Russell Sivey” for giving me such Great Inspiration
I HGarvey Daniel Esquire, Scribed this for the true Author :
                          “Blue Spruce” 



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Pictures

a flash of golden memories, 
from the womb to the tomb, 
reflections past to present 

preserved for future generations 
so as not to be forgotten, 
recorded imagery of a time, 
stored away for another day, 
to be discovered and reminisced 

those who knew not the subject
play the game of discovery
to see who had their name, 
to study the history, 
from whence they came 

a visual chronology of family fame, 
your own, one day the same, 
a loving vision into the past, 
maybe some things do last 


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Color of a Man's Character

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Tower of Babel

Written by the wisest of man
The reign of loss; the age of sand
Ancient scribes search in their hearts
For what will be once they depart

The course is vain, carved by self-need
The river flows from beauty to greed
Gods of love detached from their sight
Excuses now to murder the light

Wisdom knows the pleasure that sings
In the minds of desperate things
Just one pretext and all would collapse
Into the world which they are now trapped

Open eyes scanning for sight
The darkened mass creating the night
The ashen blood coating their dreams
In which they laugh for lack of true sleep

A world of one, Babylon’s pride
The tower formed, pleasing their lies
The wakeful flow with passion unhinged
But love is caught and numbed by syringe

Written now for the wisest of those
That may awake from forceful repose
A guiding star upon inner truth
Awake to strength or find it removed


Details | I do not know? | |

CHALLENGE

Day and night,
I think about the truth,
Behind those hidden curtains,
Trying hard to understand,
How He thinks and do things,
Why is that that our mind so small,
Its hard for us to think beyond? 
Why did He made everything complicated for us?

I sat down my dad called,
To make me face the reality,
My heart started beating fast,
And tears run down my cheeks,
As if there was hail,
I didn't know what to say,
He told me he might not last long,
How am I going to see him?
He is on the other-side of the world?
I am worried about him,
I wish I could die with the people who I love,
I am scared to loose them
And the hard part is I dont know my dad,
I miss him!

I feel like time is close by,
And I didn't live my life as if I wish to,
I can't because things are not the same,
When I see an apple on the tree,
It feels like blood dropping beside my eyes,
I feel strange in this world,
I don't think or see the things I used to,
I stand amongst people who are changed,
In a bad way and yet the worst hasn't begun!

I can't even write my poems the same,
I can't make it rhyme anymore,
I feel like I am all alone in this,
I feel like this is a big challenge,
And I am lost in middle of no where,
I feel like nobody understands,
When the words come out my mouth,
All they hear is bluh! bluh! bluh!
I am disparate to find someone who I can talk to,
Yet I am scared to trust anybody,
I been hurt so many times,

I dont even know how to end this poem if you called it,
I have so much anger that is in me,
That no matter what I say there is still more,
That will never end,
One thing I know is I hate to be here,
And live in a place full of strangers, selfish liars, and untrusted people!


Details | I do not know? | |

My Diamond ( My Grandmother)

Woman of God, 
A Diamond is what you are,
Beautiful & special & sweet,
A diamond a person would strive for,
Built with the lord's armor,
A diamond is the hardest thing to break,
You are shielded and protected by God,
You are my diamond,
My diamond with much wisdom,
You may be a short statue,
But you are wealthy and rich,
In my heart and in the eyes of the lord,
This is simply your time,
Your time and honor,
You deserve.
You lived a wonderful life,
Guided us and teached us the right thing to do,
And I appreciate you,
My pastor, my beautiful grandmother,
And my honorable Diamond,
Prophetess E. J. Woodford!!


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Echoes from the Past

Softened whispers transcend through the centuries.
As they echo at night in my dreams.
I can hear as they sigh when they call me.
Like the ripples of soft flowing streams.

They beseech me to always remember.
All the struggles of so long ago.
Although aeons have passed since they perished.
Gifts of knowledge they seek to bestow.

In my dreams I am reincarnated.
Hand-in-hand as we laugh and we play.
I’m not sure if they're real or imagined.
I just know that they taught me to pray.

Very clear I can see them before me.
Then they smile as they fade in my sleep.
In my mind I hold on to their memories.
In my heart they all dwell in the deep.



By Samia Ali Arroyo



Details | Haiku | |

Efflorescence

Blossoming 
Effulgent sun proffers love 
Clambering… 

Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering  


Details | Clerihew | |

My constant mirror

My constant mirror from heaven, 
On earth and in the sea,
Only you can be;
But can you see yourself in my poetry? 


Details | Ballad | |

BESIDE EVERY GREAT WARRIOR OF OLD

Men were given total dominion
over all living things, and when
they subdued their enemy:
they were granted immortality!

Beside every great warrior of old, 
there was a strong woman of humility,
who gave him a victorious  sword;
and helped him change the course of history! 

Emperess Theodora was one of them to show adversity;
when Noka's revolt broke out:  she decided to stay,
while her hushand, Justinian, fled the city;
what an admirable act of feminity!

Beside every great warrior of old,
there seems to be a look of invincibility,
a defying moment to obtain glory;
and the cost for a golden crown is well-known!

Be the warrior of modern times, treatened by fear and fragility, 
seek out the man you were destined to be;
trust that woman who posseses internal beauty,
and beside this warrior, her courage will guide you with dignity!


Details | Free verse | |

Wonders of my life

I can't help but wonder
I can't help it but I just have to look back
The scar's that I have healed
Every picture I have is so random
I could cry a river
I can't stop the anger within
How can I love and hate thee at the same time
You were supposed to be my shield but you burnt me
You were supposed to be my oxygen but yet you're my 
carbon dioxide
My heart feels like an Ice box
You're a part of me
You're my strength yet my weakness
You're past yet my future
You're my enemy yet my family
I hate you and i love you at times
You break me but yet you make me


Details | Villanelle | |

Abigail Smith Adams Lady Of Letters

Abigail Smith Adams, lady of letters
Miles between her and husband John, circuit lawyer
She let not distance stop their love_be barriers

She oversaw the jobs at home_even the builders
Remarkable lady who taught their children
Abigail Smith Adams, lady of letters

People would come to her during war who were bearers
Of terrible news, she was strong with faith_hope
She let not distance stop their love_be barriers

Abigail's letters were strong, witty filled answers
Her letters also told of her loneliness
Abigail Smith Adams, lady of letters

Abigail and John of this country's leaders were beginners
Their idealism and strength set this country apart
She let not distance stop their love_be barriers

At last of life when they were no longer beginners
They got to spend retirement at Quincy their home
Abigail Smith Adams, lady of letters
She let not distance stop their love _be barriers


Details | I do not know? | |

?.."Get Up America"..!

Cal Expos vibrant colourful crowd; jewels as treasures?!

A sea of laughter and excitement; such anticipation

Ushering in together the end of a summers, fading year....

This turning of a decades, leaving the world behind ~

Escapisms wonderful sights; to rest, and then to capture

Utopias hearts within a bottles, dream filled sighs

Memories amid this scrapbook; postcards, collected throughout time....

Beyond the midways bright lights and stuffed animals; thrill rides!?

The fairest wheel turning; screams and smiles; precious lives ~

Walking up to the finish line, to gaze upon the post parade

Unable to recollect, as unto exactly which race, it was

Everything coming to a halt; frozen; as he looks into my eyes....

Warmed by this immaculate thought; possibilities, of a recent born?!

High stepping and prancing; silent words, to be reserved

For a late Autumns morn, many years later; this page so turned ~

A chestnut gelding; no one else around; just he and I....

Coming down the home stretch, amid a chorus of jubilant cheers

Searing, the poles as he passes; golden dust rising from beneath his hooves!?

Shining, majestic mane as that of a crown; something magical, now

Stirring within the whisperings, softly spoken wind ~

Into my very soul; a new horizon; the bluest of metaphores....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

His name, "Get Up America?!"


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' King David's 23rd Psalm ... ' (Classical - Tribute) 61st Senryu

‘ King David’s 23rd Psalm … ’ (Classical-Tribute)  61st  Senryu



The Brave Should Know Song:
King David’s ‘ 23rd Psalms ’
Makes Warriors Stay Strong


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MY CHILDREN

My Children

 Say you know me,
  I'm here with all People,
 I am the breeze, 
I am the light. 
I am the sea, 
I am the life, 
I am the beginning and the end, 
I know your pains, 
I know your sorrows, 
I know your joy
I know your happiness, 
I am everywhere, 
Although you can’t see or touch me,
Although you don’t realize it, 
Because I am part of all People everywhere, 
If you want me in your heart, 
I’m knocking at your door ask me in,
 For all People I am here.

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS 
Copyright 2013

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


Details | I do not know? | |

The Petty Posh-WahZee - Liberation and Ostentation



The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation


The Not-So Distant Past:

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

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

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

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


The Present:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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








Details | I do not know? | |

I still miss you

Visions stolen,
Heart beat raised
You still touch me,
In the castle in the air

I don’t want to miss you,
Truth is, I still do
The smile, those eyes,
I still miss you..

The path has forked
The world has split
Memories tainted,
I still miss you

I yearn for a rendezvous
To reminisce the cold touch
The twinkle, the chuckle,
I still miss you

Cries of laughter,
Strength of bond,
The waiting seconds,
I still miss you

Time does not reverse
The road unveils beautifully
But, some are unforgettable
And, I, still miss you…


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Shadowed Path

Thru a shadowed path, down a shadowed lane
Two lovers walk, the moonlight to gain.
The beauty of the walk is as beauteous as their love,
Shared thru a kindness, a reverence, and the touch of a hand.

A meadow comes into sight to eventually espy
Mists swirl in mystery as they begin to walk by.
But a fragrant rose pulls them, their attention drawn 
Thru the gates of an old house they gently begin forth

Who in love lived here long ago, now unseen?
What trials, what future, had they seen?
Their love built a life, and of course this home
Would that their lives could be so generously strewn.

Two lovers that lived so very long ago
And thru the years were repeatedly, celebrated so.
Now, two more have come as the man goes on bended knee
He picks the rose and delivers it up with a ring

He has bought this old house, a glorious old thing
To inspire her to wife, to repeat once more, an old beautiful dream
May the tale of this house and the old love it has seen
Inspire a new couple to a great life once again.


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' Which Is Allegorical and Which Is Real (Radical) ? ... '

The Bible Itself, Explains Itself   (2 Pet. 1: 20)
Explains It Better, Than Anyone Else
Once, It’s Taken Off The Shelf
& Explore Complete Message Left

The Bible Tells, Which Words Are Allegorical     (Rev. 1: 1)
The Bible Tells, Which Verses Are Metaphorical    (Lu. 8: 10)
The Bible States Which Are Proverbs Or Parables  (Lu. 15: 3)
& The Bible Tells, What To Take Literal   (Matt. 24: 6, 34)

Noah & The Ark: Is That Allegorical Too?
& The Rainbow: Was That Just A Metaphorical View?
& The Apocalypse Vision: Will It Do What It Says Will Do?
Even Symbolic, Revelation Is A Literal Warning For You

66 Little Holy Books: Sacred-Lesson-Libraries   (Heb.  4: 12) (2 Tim.  3: 16, 17)
66 Detailed-Tablets: Devout, Divine Documentaries
66 Spirit Inspired Scrolls: Authorized Manu-Scripturally   (2 Pet.  1: 20, 21) 
66 Recorded-Notes: A Matter Of Life & Death- Must Reads   (Matt.  24: 38, 39) (2 Pet. 3: 5-7)

Some Bible Scholars, Only Point Out Cynic Commentaries
& Passages That They Find Arbitrary
But It’s Real Faith Whose Tongue Speak It’s Vocabulary
& It Takes Holy Spirit, To Clear Up Disparity    (1 Cor. 2: 10, 11)

It Takes Holy Spirit To Find Facts, Necessary   (John 14: 26)
& It Is Prophecies, That Makes This Book So Noteworthy
It Takes GOD’s Power To Fulfill Prophecy-Itinerary
It Takes The Power Of GOD … To Grasp Its Entirety!

(OK, I Got The Gloves-Off, I’m Punching It’s Enemies!)

& The World Has Spurned It … They’ve Burned It!
They’ve Refused To Have Learned It
& Have Even Tried To Turn It !
(God’s Anger, Yes, They’ve Earned It!)

They’ve Bashed It … They’ve Trashed It!
Claimed, Human-Knowledge Has Surpassed It!
Humph ! … Theirs Won’t Outlast It
When God, Has Finally ‘Had It !’

The Bible Itself, Tells You What It Means
Stop Messing With Sentences Of The Supreme
Don’t Get Caught Up In Fault-Finding Pretext
Don’t Take Words, Out Of Context

Look At The Surrounding Story Verse
Soon, Confusion Will Start To Disperse
Remember, Jesus Said To Keep Seeking   (Matt. 7: 7)
So Wait, ‘Til You’ve Heard The Whole Thing Speaking !

I Have Read The Whole Blessed Word
& GOD Spoke, In Each Word I Heard
No, MoonBee Doesn’t Hear Voices
MoonBee Just Hears … Which Choices !

Remember That Ethiopian Eunuch
Who Questioned Phillip, Who Knew It
Eunuch Said, ‘I Don’t Understand, Walk Me Thru It
Since You Ran Beside My Chariot To Do It

& Man Can’t Live By Bread Alone, Said Christ
A Metaphor, But It Was A Real Man & Advice!


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There's A New Day Coming (Repost)

Morning rays unfolding
like fingers formed 
Trace the far-reaching dreams
To awaken the sleeping children
To recognize the dawn 
Of the new world

There were promises made 
that shall not be broken
Rest assured 
That there's going to be 
Some major changes made

Weeping and mourning 
Will be no more ...
Pain and sickness 
Will cease to exist...
No famine in the lands
Feeble minds will be 
Granted wisdom from above

This is for the betterment of mankind
So, rest assured dear friends 
Believe me when I tell you 
There’s a new day coming.


Details | Shape | |

Uncle Sam's Hokey Pokey -- shaped as his top hat

                                  


Uncle Sam's Hokey Pokey
                                 _______________________                                                
                                     l      l      l       l        l 
                                     ya' put your red flag in
                                                  ya'
                                      put your red flag out
                                                  ya'
                                       put your red flag in
                                               and ya'
                                       shake it all around.
                                       *           *          *
                                  ya' stop this hocus pocus
                              and we'll turn this thing around
                                end war's what it's all about!


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part V

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Why is it?

Why is it that school's say that they are preparing you for life, 

But really they are preparing you for more school?

Who knows?

That has always been on mind for the past few days.

*comment if you know why or if you have any ideas*




                                        -angel4eva23


Details | Free verse | |

A Poem for her Majesty the Queen on her Jubilee


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

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Crazy in love

Another day, another beginning,
I begin the morning chanting,
Hoping that repeating my wish,
It would come true.
 
I sit at the sun-bathed breakfast table,
Remembering the times you sat across with a grumble.
The other times when you would put yours arms around me,
As I set the morning spread.
 
I walk into our memories-filled bedroom,
I remember as I put on your favourite perfume,
The first time you carried me across the threshold,
We were so in love, the newly-wed couple.
 
But I also remember the shadowed memories,
When you would hit me disregarding my pleas.
The times you would turn away in bed,
Refusing to speak to me, pretending to be a statue.
 
I dress in your favourite colours,
And take in a bit of one of your liqueurs.
Hoping it will give me the strength I need,
To face you, my husband, my weakness, the love of my life.
 
I walk out, closing the door behind me,
Wondering in what mood will you be,
I think of the times you'd say you're sorry,
The times you'd say you love me.
 
Times when you'd reach out and touch my cheek,
You'd say you miss me, that you're growing weak.
You want to come back home,
You'd say you're ready that you're okay.
 
I feel my eyes tear up as I think of the worse,
Times when you'd scream yourself hoarse,
When you'd pull my hair and tell me to get out,
Ending up in me running out crying.
 
Yet I come back every day,
For the better days I pray.
Sometimes we would sit staring into each others eyes,
Other times you would act like you don't know me.
 
But I cant help coming back to you,
Returning to the pain no matter what you do.
Sometimes I'm sure this is true love,
Other times i hate you for what you've done to me.
 
On some bad days I swear I'm never coming back,
The days when you hit me blue and black.
On good days I swear I'll never leave you,
The days you whisper sweet things and hold me tight.
 
Nevertheless i come every day,
Hoping everything will soon be okay.
The nurses stare in wonder, they don't understand,
This mad love in the psychiatric ward.
 
- Miliya Parveen


Details | I do not know? | |

The Fourth Of July: A Lie 'or The Star Spangled Banner

We clad ourselves in colors as we march,
saluting independence through a foggy dream;
gazing at the night alight with flashes,
sparkles,
and firefly screams.

Rockets made in China, cascade/
to the backdrop of the Star Spangled Banner;
a flutter to the wind blown flags made in Brazil
and "I Love America Pins" upon our lapel;
(made in Mexico).

We stand on oceanfront (it’s owned by France)
gazing ‘pon the open sea,
the port is owned by Saudis/
but at least we stand here free.

Our hands steadfast upon our chest,
saluting whichever freedoms still remain,
those freedoms, their going fast;
and they’ll disappear one day.

We gaze into the abyss of night,
the twinkling tears that kiss our cheek,
immersing ourselves in awe of moment,
before it fades our dreams to sleep.

We stand enamored with this land,
the love that lurks within our hearts,
we celebrate this love/
...in part;

fore tomorrow, standing is banned.


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Islam2

ISLAM

1. Do Muslims believe he was a Messenger of One God? YES

Belief in all of the Prophets and Messengers of God is a fundamental article of faith in Islam. Thus, believing in Prophets Adam, Jesus, Moses, and Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon them) is a requirement for anyone who calls him or herself a Muslim. A person claiming to be a Muslim who, for instance, denies the Messengership of Jesus, is not considered a Muslim.

The Quran says in reference to the status of Jesus as a Messenger:

"The Messiah (Jesus), son of Mary, was no more than a Messenger before whom many Messengers have passed away; and his mother adhered wholly to truthfulness, and they both ate food (as other mortals do). See how We make Our signs clear to them; and see where they are turning away!" (Quran 5:75).

2. Do Muslims believe he was born of a Virgin Mother? YES

Like Christians, Muslims believe Mary, Maria in Spanish, or Maryam as she is called in Arabic, was a chaste, virgin woman, who miraculously gave birth to Jesus.

"Relate in the Book the story of Mary, when she withdrew from her family, to a place in the East. She screened herself from them; then We sent to her Our spirit (angel Gabriel) and he appeared before her as a man in all respects. She said: I seek refuge from you in God Most Gracious (come not near) if you do fear God. He said: Nay, I am only a Messenger from your Lord, to announce to you the gift of a pure son. She said: How shall I have a son, when no man has ever touched me, and I am not unchaste? He said: So it will be, your Lord says: ‘That is easy for Me; and We wish to appoint him as a sign unto men and a Mercy from Us': It was a matter so decreed" (Quran 19:16-21).

3. Do Muslims believe Jesus had a miraculous birth? YES

The Quran says:

"She (Mary) said: ‘O my Lord! How shall I have a son when no man has touched me.' He (God) said: ‘So (it will be) for God creates what He wills. When He has decreed something, He says to it only: ‘Be!'- and it is" (3:47).

It should also be noted about his birth that:

"Verily, the likeness of Jesus in God's Sight is the likeness of Adam. He (God) created him from dust, then (He) said to him: ‘Be!'-and he was" (Quran 3:59).

4. Do Muslims believe Jesus spoke in the cradle? YES

"Then she (Mary) pointed to him. They said: ‘How can we talk to one who is a child in the cradle?' He (Jesus) said: ‘Verily! I am a slave of God, He has given me the Scripture and made me a Prophet; " (19:29-30).


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A True Credo Of Love

(To All Who Believe It Can Be Achieved)


Caucasoid, Mongoloid,and Negroid
Colour the conscience progression 
of Man's ethical Truths...
The cultural aggressions of violence
and ignorance must end!
Extend your heart, hand and life
Towards the Precious Don of Honour...
Freely, keeping the sincere
Brotherly Creed


 

Comments:  Brothers and Sisters it is time that we stand up and let the Love of God in, after 
all we are all one in the same under the skin, so why not give it a grand try... One Love and 
Many Blessings in Him Always, Adell


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Human Fleshlings

Human Fleshlings
Imperfect flesh
Fantasy perfection

Love is all we need
Yet all we want is greed

We seek perfection to plant our seed
We expect them to follow our lead

We’re full of sin
How can we expect to win?


Details | I do not know? | |

What people might think

People may say that i am a spoiled little brat.
    Only becuase they see what they wan't to see.
   We all have been through things in our life time that we just want to forget, but we just can't  seem to forget.

My mom has put me through many things "but lets not say" in the past.  And i have learned from some of those things.  It made me a stronger person inside and outside. 

  I don't know my father at all. I wasn't even born when my mom was around him.
 But i have a loving family.

I would never change my past even if i had the chance.  Becuase if i did then i wouldn't be 
where i am now.

 People who are out there that are judging people based on how they act or look, are stupid. Wise up and grow up... 
Those people you judge have a GOOD reason for the way they look or act.
 And maybe they need some one there to talk to. To get things off their 
back.

                        Just like the saying. "Don't judge a book by it's cover"



*just something  that i had to say* :)comment if you have a thought (or fav poem if you like it)*
  
                                        


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ME

Me …. 
By Anoush Harrison-Jackson

What’s the matter with ME?
Better yet, what’s the matter with YOU?
I am comfortable with ME---------

My eloquence, my ethnicity, my social demeanour,
My laughter, my insight, my shortcomings,
My shape, my grace, my pride,
My beliefs, my values, my devotion to my CREATOR
These are the things that COMPOSE me

So what’s the matter with ME?
Better yet, what’s the matter with YOU?
Don’t try to dilute or even defile me with your
Perceptions of how I should be………
Don’t try to ridicule or belittle my efforts
In a bid to confine me to where you think I should be— “my place”
Or “my fate” in the society (so-ci-ety)
So what’s the matter with ME?
Better yet, what’s the matter with YOU?
I am who I am
I’m, simply put, just ME!
Who are you?


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August,25th,1971 - Part 2

The Flashes, YOUR About to See
Are Memories, of LENORE and Me

When I said :  “ I DO “, I meant “ I DO “
How Well I Know, YOU  Meant it “ TOO “

For , ALWAYS and FOREVER: “ MY WIFE “
For , ALWAYS and FOREVER: “ MY LIFE “

Dedicated, in LOVING Memory; To my Wife
  “ Lenore Ellen (Adams) JOHNSON “


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grands olfactory haiku

coffee best describes
papa joe's essence for me
coffee kisses- YES

fertilizer stink
paternal grandaddy smell
famous tomatoes

noxzema only 
for miss toby before bed
shakey hands slicked up

but then grandmama
whew! peach cobbler first of all
sweet corn, pot roast, ham

oh man, those fried pies
blackberry and peach goodness
beautiful mem'ry


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Outside Of The Box

This is a tale for you regarding Pandora and the box.
Here we find an attempt to put back on the lock
A trip back to Alexandria in your mind we must go
Trying to protect but you can’t turn back the clock

What had tried to be sealed is not what one expect
Only wanting to keep others from trying to dissect
The library was vast holding knowledge long passed
Gallant was the attempt though evil did misdirect

Someone had already check out these 365 books
See the flames raised high the city did overcook
Spread them north and east so ordered the beast
Because at the Star he did not want you to look


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

i don't want to be just marking

time.  i died on november 20,

2008, during surgery.  i was

on a vent when i awakened 

december 2, 2008....my sisters'

birthday. what made me llive

i'll never know.  i know there

are things to do on this side

of death.



i have no time for marking time.

i have a stupid bag hanging from

my side now.  i am supposed to

"get comfortable with it".  well

that was a laugh.

that was a laugh until i thought

of the people that had these

things with no hope of ever

getting away from them.



i am so lucky.  14 days i laid

on a vent, then 22 more.

i came home 3 days, 



then 


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

a pulmonary emboli, 15 more

days, three days home.



then back to e.r. blood pressure

too high.  this bought me 

4 more days in e.r.



i am home now and finally 

have spent 19 days home.

i feel every pain and i feel

every time that i feel good



yes, i am never marking

time again.....there is

something about fighting

for your life and your sanity

that straightens things out.



i don't recommend it but

i wish i could let your hearts

know what i know.

janetta


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Christmas 2009

Recession made Christmas harder than ever before
Family’s splitting – money the core
Dad’s leaving to live on the street
So that young hungry mouths are able to eat
That some extra cash might be in the house
and children might learn what Christmas is about?
But without Dad gone, roof would be lost
for the bills are much higher – we can’t meet the cost
No longer can the average family budget
2009, jobs lost, even working struggle to afford it
Commercialism needs to stop building hopes and dreams
Childern don’t understand you are busting at the seams
Disappointment reigns as kids outside taunt and tease
No longer we fit in we’re all on our knees
Sinking. Even love has fallen apart
We don’t want this Christmas just haven’t the heart!
Expectation lower, depressions set in
Politicians not helping the hole we’re all in
Instead raising taxes they’ll crucify more
and this miserable life could be at your door
Will someone tell them that family should be together
sharing love, life, hopes dreams whatever they weather


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JAMESTOWN 1607=They ate their horses, dogs, cats and rats

JAMESTOWN
1607 



Four hundred years ago high-born Brits sailed to America
Seeking fast fortunes, adventure and fame.
Many would never endure their first year here
Cultivating, foraging, and hunting game.

Arriving in Virginia they came ill-prepared
In search of gold and a route to the South Seas
What they found were hostile Indians,
Insects, starvation, and disease.

“Virginia is Earth’s only Paradise!”
The laureate of England would proclaim!”
However by August of 1607,
Every day there was anguish, and pain.

They ate their horses, dogs, cats and rats
One man ate his wife and hid her bones in the ground.
Despite their hardships, half managed to survive 
Becoming America’s first permanent, English town .




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Embrace

They ride the good dragon-cloud towards warm light
While wistful wind was a wrongdoer on the hollow hill
Wrapped woven from the wounds and wrath`s night, 
The wood will wear white woolly witness of the windmill.

Hoarfrost hitch-hikes and hoists with hoarse hood,
Drumming beat of hobble of the army`s fatal feet,
Far away from the glow-worms of their childhood;
Friends fumble the glassware where they might meet.

Falteringly frogs of fancy jump towards the lake’s glass; 
Orphan souls sit on the steps of hope in winter`s time
They scrutinize the frozen sky of hope to find the rhyme 
Of the verse from the other side they want to happily pass.


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Ruthless Deceptions

Lies
told
to self.
In spite of 
one’s own inner voice
you deceive more than just one’s self.
Creating doubt in Ye making some become lost souls.
Always is the enemy on the hunt destroying life within creates in you sin


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Samuel, Time Hates Us

Did you know time can slip by 
when we're not having fun?
Samuel, it hasn't been fun
These days that we've spent, 
it's felt like hours
And remember when you came 
to the door with flowers?
But time, Samuel-
it's never odd or even
Samuel, time hates us
We don't even have a moment 
that's just ours
Yet, chance made us friends
Sitting in Niagara, staring at the lights
Honestly, you and me, we could be free
And yet we're imprisoned
Steadily being caged in by time
We were from the beginning, 
we were from the start
Time hates us, dislikes us, 
loathes us, despises us
We're the eyes of it's storm
And yet I can tell in your eyes that you're happy
That even with a car running on empty
and not living a life we had envisioned,
We've made a world that stretches far
 


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No One Told Me

No One Told Me
A cement block is tied to my heart
Need a running start
At night my voice carries like a lark
Death’s arrow has hit its mark
My life is so dark
The side of the ocean is full of sharks
Some days I feel like such a tart
I used to be such a sweetheart
No one told me life would be so hard.


Details | I do not know? | |

You call yourself a father

Growing up was hard for me,
I think i grew up to soon,
I had to take charge in the big brother role,
But also i had to take hold to the father role somehow.

My mom was the only one who was there for her children,
We knew that she loved us,
She was in love with my father but he wasn't faithful,
So she found someone else who showed her true love.

My siblings never truly understood it,
I tried my best to encourage them to behave,
Which they listened but to a certain point,
Finally my mom married her true love and the caos began.

My father tried to step back in the picture,
My siblings began to side with my father not knowing the seriousness,
I decided to talk to them one-on-one but neither of them listened,
They wanted for my mom and father to be together.

One day my mother sat them down,
Telling them the hurt and pain she experienced with my father,
She explain to them the whole nine yards,
They understood then and began looking at my father differently.

Getting to the stage of middle school,
We began to see less of our father,
It was his choice...not ours,
He wouldn't call for our birthdays or holidays,

So we leaned mostly on our step-father,
They wouldn't accept him as father,
He would do all he could for us,
But instead the only one(s) who really let him be a father figure was me and the 
youngest brother.

My step-father loves my mom and has been there for her going on Fifteen years.
He is a firm talk like he's a policeman or something,
But he is a nice person.
My mom loves him and so do we.

So this is a message for all of the children out there who has a no good father....if 
your mom has a man or husband, please treat him right because he is there to 
protect your mom and you all. Thanks for listening!!


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Phantom

i don't wanna sit here 
in the garden, without you 
i don't want to be here 
falling apart, waiting for you 
cause i'm sick and tired 
of existing here, without you dear 
hanging onto nothing, hoping for something 

we're not adam and eve 
oh why can't you see 
how much i need you 
so hard to believe 
yet cannot conceive 
how much i love you 
i won't say sorry 
doesn't mean a damn thing 
cause you don't love me 
we can never be 

i'm not gonna stand here 
all evening, without a clue 
i'm not gonna be here 
sweetheart, bleeding just for you 
cause i'm sick and tired 
of burning here, without you dear 
hanging onto nothing, hoping for something 

we're not adam and eve 
oh why can't you see 
how much i need you 
so hard to believe 
yet cannot conceive 
how much i love you 
i won't say sorry 
doesn't mean a damn thing 
cause you don't love me 
we can never be 

you're not adam, 
more like the snake 
you're the phantom, 
that haunts me 
you can't be adam 
more like the snake 
you're the phantom, 
ripping my heart away 

we're not adam and eve 
oh why can't you see 
how much i need you 
so hard to believe 
yet cannot conceive 
how much i love you 
i won't say sorry 
doesn't mean a damn thing 
cause you don't love me 
we can never be


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part III

An azure ocean
Displaced by mighty blackness
The horizon dies


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Iksiri zehir kendim

Ne dusle senle  gecti  yillar
Ne hikayeler  senle  yasadik birlikte
Bir gun yakin asik
Bir gun yabanci
Omur goctu boyle
Sanki  sen dusman bana
Hep birlikte yasanan  yillara
Kusmusun sevdasin boylesine
Soframdan  tat  almayan  sen
Yeni bir damak tadi  bulan ben
Sanki bilmem mi   gecmisimi 
Hic bitmeyen yanardag  ofkeni  
Ve siddetini yasadikca seni
Unuttum desem   unutsam desem
Sevgimle ortsem desem
Ayni bitmeyen ofke
Ne yapsam bilemem
Bu nasil hastalik  bende
Iksiri  zehir  kendim


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' Carpenter's Rule ... ' 54th Senryu

‘ Carpenter’s Rule … ’      54th  Senryu


   ‘ HE ’  … Is Not A Fool
Can Not Use GOD, Like A Tool ...
     Carpenter’s Gold-Rule


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My Thing

Writing is my thing. My drug of choice. My bling bling.
I fall in love with the similies and mentions of passion while wrapping my body in 
sentences.
Creating complicated rhythms and making them simples as instances
Every line a differenet emphasis
Commas, explinations and periods
Sometimes rhyming and sometimes not
Stopping to puff so my thoughts can lock
Feeding hungry souls starved from starvation
Creating new creations
Making people feel the sensation as I build up to mind elevation

The quest for knowledge is not a game
Spoken movements teach about the pain
I write to ease the pain
Rhythms run deep

Deep underneath clouded visions of unspoken truth lies a message
a message...a message that should be taught accurately to the youth
About the struggle of a people that was misued
abused, refused, confused, raped, beaten down
uneducated
portrayed as clowns, coons, niggers, fools
Modern day niggas and goons
Wake up!! Did you hear the news?
You are responsible for you!
Imagine how it would be tho
If we were uninterrupted and brought overseas yo
Uprooted from a line of royalty kings and queens
Africa unite is all we'd sing
Rhythms run deeper into the seams of my being

I write to ease the pain of the oppressed
I write to celebrate their success
I write to educate the rest
The message..The message..The message is very clear
No time time to waste
The time is NOW
It's here!


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Pledge Not The Allegiance

It's the third verse,
I got the urge to purge
All the curt words I've splurged,
I've submerged in sin,
I'll go to church repent,
Then go curse again,
Lets reverse this trend
We nurse tolerance,
When it might offend,
If I white wash my fence,
So try to not get tense,
When I do not defend, 
Those who chose to be dense
And not use their two cents,
To show kids the reverence,
For the pledge of allegiance.


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Paths We Choose unfinished WIP

Don't ever
Lose sight
Today is where
To believe in yourself

Up before our dawn
You perceive the gray
Not realizing for what I long
And You asked me not to stay

Our life, it seems, has come to an impasse
I choose to love you forever
Resetting our shiny compass
Wishing each other the best

To our own endeavors

rlm '11


Details | Sonnet | |

BLOOD OF GERONIMO

    BLOOD OF GERONIMO
Great Spirit here come I in humble prayer
child of your Bedonkohe blood and line.
I raise my hands to recognize you there
and plea you recognize this heart of mine.

I know you welcome all into your light
And let my way, as through this death I go, 
Be swift and sure, if bad or good or right
As certain as blood of Geronimo.

Look! Is my line not tied to what's his past?
And does this not bring us our only choice
To bide amongst the tribe from out our past?
To gather in your light, and raise one voice

Of this, our song, our voices unified
And handed down through time, where we have cried.
...............© Ron Wilson
Another very special Sonnet that just wrote itself through me...where do they come from? And how?


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Immortal Memory - Illusion Of Love

                                                        
                                                              *~*


                                   In my heart, what I thought to be love 
                                         Was simply my own desire
                                                     So brief...
                                Gone before time could tell it even happened
                                                   Like a whisper
                                Barely heard in the shadowy stillness of night

                                        I tell myself it's over, you're gone 
                                               But in the same breath
                                      A voice whispers quietly to my heart 
                                             Assuring me that perhaps 
                                            You may have really cared
 
                                       I tell myself it wasn't meant to be 
                                             But in my remembering...
                                           I find that thought elusive
                                            Too painfully conclusive

                                        It weaves its memory in and out
                            Like a fine needle sewing its fragile threads
                                      Delicately twisting them intimately
                                        Amongst the filigrees of my mind
  
                                The magic was so mysteriously enchanting
                                              I tell myself it's over...
                                        But my heart refuses to listen

                                           My mind says to forget you
                                That no one's worth this kind of sadness 
                                   My soul doesn't need this heartache
 
                                        I tell myself I didn't really care
                                 That it was all just a momentary illusion

                                                             But... 
                                               I never did lie very well 

                                                             *~*


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Blue Spruce - 3

I Grow, I Watch, and I Learn
An old man growing older
Less Likely to Live, then die
Tomorrows’ Sorrows

HIS LOVE floats o’re the Garden
HE Created, HE Enjoys :
I hear  the sound of growing
Thank-YOU for YOUR Time

“I happened to be a Child”
When I heard, of YOUR demise
I ask myself  “ FOREVER “
LOVE LENORE , ALWAYS??

Inspired by and Dedicated to “ Russell Sivey “


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ELVIS my impression

                           This is my impression of Elvis Presley 
I was vey lucky to be 16 in 1956 when Rock and roll came into existence the greatest music of all time and for all time, this is what it all met to me.


Elvis was the big bang to creating music like the big bang was to creating the universe
Before Elvis their was no rock and roll, no music, no dancing 
His look was unique
His movements on stage were unique
His voice was the greatest like nothing ever heard before
His songs started the greatest music craze in the history of music rock and roll
He looked dangerous 
He looked like he was having the best time of his life on stage
Elvis didn’t give a damm who wrote his songs black or white
He was the first entertainer who did it all before anyone else did anything
Both men and women loved him
Elvis was a mans man
Elvis was a ladies man
Elvis was a gentleman
Elvis was a Christian 
Elvis was a momma’s boy
Elvis was respectful of his fans
Elvis was just one man who changed music forever in America in 1956 
When Elvis sings you have to smile, to tap your feet, clap your hands, move your body, and come alive
It’s 2013, 35 years since Elvis died 
He is still the major Icon of the music world
Elvis is still the most worshiped singer and entertainer in history
Thousands and thousands of fans visit his home each and every year
Elvis didn’t smoke or drink
Elvis became an actor but could have become an accomplished actor with the right people and advice around him
Coronel Parker was both good for Elvis and bad for Elvis
Liberace taught Elvis how to dress with flash
Elvis had his own way of moving on stage when he sang no one has ever duplicated his signature moves God know how many tried
Elvis served the country he loved when he was drafted into the army no complaining 
Elvis asked fro no special treatment while in the army 
Elvis loved the woman and the woman loved him back
Elvis was the greatest entertainer of all time
Elvis met his tragic and to soon end to his life he was only 42
Elvis was hooked on prescription pills and that’s what killed him
No one could tell Elvis what to do many tried all failed
The music died on the day Elvis died
It was so sad that Elvis felt so all alone so much of his life that is what fame does to you
Elvis was the King
No one else will ever occupy the Kings throne
Elvis loved to sing gospel songs no other entertainer of rock and roll ever did 
No entertainers star shines brighter or ever will
You can ask any great entertainer and there are hundreds and will all agree Elvis was the greatest entertainer of all time
No entertainer in the history of music ever had a first year success like Elvis had
I saw Elvis in Las Vegas in 1972  when the music started and you knew that Elvis was soon to be coming on stage the excitement and the anticipation in the room was over whelming and beyond compare everyone in the room was mesmerized


This is my remembrance of Elvis Presley

Dennis Davis
March 15, 2013


 



Details | Couplet | |

Hieroglyphs unknown by Champollion

Kids are playing with strange blue graffiti
So, they wrote several times: ”Neffertiti” …

And drew the most beautiful queen`s head.
The whole history of Egypt written in red, 

With sacred hieroglyphs unknown by Champollion:
The Pharaons` destiny dandles a dewy dandelion…


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Widow's Peak

Her name is now a legend 
Before her name was feared
The lady Henrietta 
Lean close and lend an ear

They say her status started
One night long time ago
She found her husband cheating
With the girl she knew next door

Her mind did snap
Her heart grew cold
With a knife she stole their souls
Cut the beating heart away 
Ate flesh when cold

Within her veins flowed the blood
Of the one who done her wrong
Gave her everlasting life
Her age in death was old

But one small thing that should be said
About the spell she cast
That beauty would always be her guide
In death she looked her best

Word spread quickly through the town
Where Henrietta lived
About the spell she cast the night
Her husband committed sin

Women came to ask for help 
To change their husband’s ways
For they had also messed around
Now love for them had strayed

With each one she gave the spell
Steps to end their grief
Now in the town such beauty found
In women who’s husbands cheat

With new found beauty each started life
Fresh and young again
And if the man they loved did cheat
Revenge was sweet again


Many many years went by
And soon the town was gone
Towards the end all that was left
Were women who were scorned

But in woods outside the town
In a placed called Widow’s Peak
You find plots of all the ones
Whose death came from a cheat

So this story lives today 
If you doubt then ask around
For the one you love and share a life
Could be a widow from that town

All men beware all women ask
Before you start your cheating
In every city and every town
A Widow’s Peak is forming

Believe me if you will or not
In the end you’ll heed the warning
Just let the one you love find out
To Widow’s Peak you’re going


Details | Narrative | |

A Two Woman Duo

A Two Woman Duo
 
By Missy Yourist 



I am from the inside of a woman whom I have never met. 
A birth mother who I do not know one ounce of who or what she is about. 
A person who bearably carried me for nine months. 
Gave birth to me, a 3 pound toe-head baby. 
She had to have held me right after, but my baby eyes don't seem to remember. 
Blurred by the brightness of the world, 
I never saw who my birth mother was. 

But after two months, I was passed onto the most beautiful creature 
that my premature eyes had ever seen. 
A woman who would ultimately become my real mother. 
A wonderful being who would raise me with pride. 
Teach me the ways in which she thought we right. 
A mom who would love me with all of her heart and care for me 
for the 14 years that she would be able to share with me.


Details | Rhyme | |

Let the truth be told

Olivia, When I met you were 8 months old
So let the truth be told.

When we me, you were learning to sit up
no bigger than a little pup.

First time I held you, you fell asleep,
Didn't even make a peep.

I remember how I was scared,
Move? I wouldn't dare.

It was a Sunday, I'll never forget that day
Your little smile like a little light ray

Then I saw you on Tuesday too,
That was the first time I called you Chew.

Then we went to Red Robins
and boy did you make a stink.

Me and Mommy were eating dinner
you kept poking me with you little finger.

Mommy gave you a piece of bread,
But don't let it go to your head.

Then you started to choke 
I jumped up and helped in time I hoped.

Mommy sat there with a tear in her eye,
and I told her not to cry.

You were not happy after that boy oh boy,
So I gave you a red M&m Toy.

Then me and mommy talked a little while,
Then I left with a great big smile.

Over the time we grew real close
even know you weren't mine yet I still started to boast.

Then you started walking,
then POOF you were talking.

I remember you walking that day
You said "Da Da" Man I didn't know what to say

You took everybody off guard,
I hit the floor really hard.

I looked at mommy and she had Grin
I gave you a kiss right on the chin.

Picked you up and spun you around,
Till we both fell to the ground.

I told mommy that I would keep safe
I kept you both in a sacred place.

And when I said I love you,
You said I love you tooooooooo.

So these cherished moments I will hold
So let the truth be told.

You will have the secret of success
because you put us all to the test.

I remember the first time i changed your diaper
Man were you Hyper.

I put the diaper on my head
"Well done is what Mommy" said

I loved to tuck you in at night
Made sure the nite light wasn't to bright.

I watched you grow up thru the years,
I cried a lot of tears.

I can see you in your little dress
Saying " Daddy your the best "

After saying all this 
I gave your picture a kiss

I will always be here for you
and to kiss your boo boo.

So these cherished moments I will hold
So let the truth be told.

Mommy took you away from me,
She said " this is how it was going to be "

Please don't worry it's not your fault
Mommy and I lives came to a halt

I'm not going to tell you to forget about me
I just hope someday you will see.


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What Do We Expect As We Seek to Remove God

What Do We Expect, As We Seek to Remove God? As so many people are seeking God’s removal… It’s like anything from him, we’ve given a refusal! Many have tried to ban just the reading of his word! There’s so much truth, just waiting to be heard! Many anti-God societies have quickly formed! Even the ten commandments, are often scorned! We’ve built large cities, many schools, and homes! But when it comes to God, we’ve often left him alone! One can try their best to push God back in the corner! But if you do, things in your life will get “warmer!” The pleasures and truth you seek, will come to an end! And then eternity without God, will just begin! You’ll wish you chose to live for God, that eventful day! You’ll wish that you took the time to study and pray! It’s the word of God that you need to study and read! God knows all about you! And knows your needs! He deserves all of your praise and full attention! We need to seek him, for much needed direction! Please come dear Lord, and cleanse us within! May we humbly confess our faults and sins! We need YOU much more, than words can say! Please be the God we serve! May we start TODAY! By Jim Pemberton


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Holding Back

Nothing here is wrong because nothing ever could.
It has been so long,
A time that just never would!

Nothing here was ever lost because nothing was ever found.
It has been a toss,
A time that simply counted down!
Holding back the tears,
Puddles of many lost years!
Holding back my time,
I’m a prisoner with no crime.

There’s nothing here to hold because there never was.
It has been so cold,
A time for just because!
Holding back the pain,
My chronic death inside!
I have nothing to lose because there’s nothing to gain.
Holding back the strength of all my earned pride,
I’m just a moment gained with a will that eventually dies inside!


®Registered: 1997  Ann Rich 


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Regrets

Once, love dreamed of,
I used to write her name
by mine, in hope she’d notice
Over and over, again, again, again.

She’d look with radiant smile
I’d do same
Would pass me by
Repeatedly, again, again, again.

Two doves we were,
both tender hearts so tame
Shy to speak
In dreams I’d call (your name) again, again, again.

So it came to be
There was no lover’s lane
As we lived our lives alone
Memories recalled – regrets, again, again, again.


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Down Where The Forsythia Blooms

Down the road where the Forsythia bloomed
Bright yellow despite dark clouds amassed
Flooding rains, thunder, lightening flashed
Touched with sadness for home removed

Spirits of hardy souls still live
Floating shrouds mixed with the rain
Hear their voices in the howling wind
Feel their presence in Bamboo Chimes again

On days like today with gray_flooding
Winds that chill_sleep elusive
One bright spot offers assurance_comfort
Knowing that in our going memories will linger


For at least one generation children will see
Our lives lived down where the Forsythia blooms

(I know that the rhyming and syllable count is off)


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Prized Possession

Prized Possession


When was it that society and religion
Became so afraid of the sexuality of women

Or was it just men who became afraid

Trapping and turning beauty into pornography
To suit the idealism of a capitalistic
Ideology
Made women its prized possession

There was once spiritual prowess in her nakedness
Once long ago
The symbol of womb and breast
Gave birth to life

And a possession was once the sexual expression
Of both women and men
Connecting
Copulating
In an essence of a spiritual unity
Defined by the pleasure both received
In giving to life

So how did sex become a sin
Dirtied by morals
And then sold in a tin 
Of instant readily affordable self gratification
When did your own sexuality
Become a commodity
For them to sale

And poor Eve, lead mankind to ruin
And she alone made responsible for the fall from Eden
So shall she pay the price in cultural centuries
Of Christian and Muslim oppression

Such is the weakness of men
That by muscle alone defends them
Such is the weakness of men
That their God must of course; be a man
Such is the weakness of men
That in the face of beauty
It must be their possession

Such is my contempt of those men
Who cannot comprehend
Where their own lives began
And who’s wives and daughter now exists
In a poor excuse for love and worship
Trapping and turning beauty into pornography
To suit the idealism of a capitalistic
Ideology
Made women its prized possession




Inspired by Brandy Megens poem “News at 5” 






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FLOODS

Gushing and Rushing with no delay
Similar to a run in an olympic relay
Rising its level with rabid haste
Making human watched likened to a paste

It came from the height of the heavens
Wrathly pouring down to bald mountains
Dashing down having no mercy given
Towards these beings that thinks only of gains

This is just a matter of consequence
For beings such as us that has less prudence
Now we gain what we have sown
And it has rapidly and largely grown

Now we find the blame for the result
Instead of finding the solution of our fault
This great waters that we have caused
Must be helped and prevented until its paused


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RETURNING A HYMN TO YOU

Your voice was born from twilight's
Breast.
Your name stole the mystery
Of the night.
Ambrosial hand of gold
Bowled along the white
Surf
To glorify the lost souls
Of a time
Winding off with each chord,
the locked secrets of the world.
Orpheus!
You are the Sun's chosen
And the Sirens are trying
To steal a song 
To bewitch the seamen.
Time is trembling among
Melodies and laments.
A lost lover behind the
Turning light. 
Your silence is calling 
The Muses
To carry you beneath
The sky's festival.
Maybe now you are near her
again.
Father of melody 
Your untouched Lyra awaits
To form sounds of time,
To bring up an era lost.
Taming the darkness
You offered a soul to the cold.
Fingers divine,
Heart of gold!
As near was the end
You stood in front.
A bending moment was your Fate's circle
Following you 
As condemnation for the centuries to come.
Journeys across the Sun's arms
As a prayer for the dreams you loved,
As a plaint for those you lost.
Still, your voice travels along the sea
To justify the unexpected turns
Of Time.
You, Orpheus, are the star,
The lighten flame,
Across the fields of gold,
Calling your love to come
With unreachable promises you hallowed.

This poem is for Orpheus, the Greek Heroic Legendary 
figure who charmed even the God of Darkness 
with his music. The story of Orpheus is unique, 
showing love dimentions, his Hymns have made 
an impact to world's music over the time. 

Valeria Iliadou, Greece
 


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' More Will Rise ...' 71st Senryu

‘ More Will Rise … ’  71st  Senryu


  They Shoot Messengers
They Cannot Kill The Message
   More Rise, To Tell It ! …


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Candra and Idunn

There he stands across from her,
                With the invisible wall between them, 
                          Knowing that chance to be together would be the cost of deat,.
                                   So they stand apart from one another in two different dimensions,
     That neither can reach,
         Never will he touch her Beautiful  face,
             That shines like the moon in the swallowing darkness, 
                Never will there lips touch that he has kissed many lifetimes before,
 
Never will she feel the warmth of his love, 
      Which once sustained the lonely coldness of her empty heart,
          Never will their bodies touch with the fiery passion they longed for, 
              These desire have been has denied in this lifetime,
                        And powerless to change their own destiny,
                             They stand apart whispering the word of love.


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Mousey

I love my Mousey,
She lives in a field in BrushCreek, Tennessee,
Walking with her her of cattle,
As happy as she will ever be.

Without this there would be only she,
And i could make her as happy as me,

I miss her immensly, for thee i wish well,
For everyday i wish she wont sell, 
And I could show her in the Dekalb County Fair,
I would sell never an ounce of her.
Hehe not even one of her little white hairs.

Even when all the way over there,
Mine she is for no one but me to share, if I do so happen to dare.

Cute as a button,
A button her nose may well be,
Where I first touched her sweet little body,
Not once but twice sweetly,
For wherever she goes I could spot her, along with her sister and mother.

Many a mile away, for she is not at all,
Not at all what you would say a little grayish thing.

But a heifer who grows daily,
Only to shove the motherly tears away.
In my eyes though, she will always be, forever and always, my baby girl, my sweetie,
my beautiful girl, my Mousey


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Situations

It's a complicated situation that I'm facing.
Between broken dreams and death planning conversations.
Constantly asking myself why I feel out of Gods hands into the arms of satin.
Praying for life after death but deep down questioning continuation.
I weary from all the back stabbing and sins and it mostly generates from my
family and friends.
Please lord tell me will this pain every end.
Can I ever walk with you and make Amen’s?
Cause only you can ever know where my soul really been.
The devils getting closer and he is coming in the forms of many men.
I hate to say it but I opened up the doors and let them in.
They pass me the weed and beer to through off my concentration.
Go to job interviews the next day say words but don't know the pronunciation.
By DNA have a father but mentally there is no relation.
It's sad to say it's darker by the day.
It took two buildings to fall before the nation united and prayed.
After the fact Mr. Bush send eighteen year old to Iraq to be living in their last days.
These are my situations





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lost love

If only you could see I still have feelings for you No matter if I show it Or not I will always care I can't stand not being with you You act as though I'm not to Be seen as a person to be Trusted with everything I may have screwed up But life is full of screw ups I know I shouldn't have acted out of anger I shouldn't have but My life, my love, and My heart Belong to you. I might never get it back But it belongs to You. I love you


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Harmony 69 movement 5




Will you burn the earth`s  skin  to glass?. 

Yet, right there , in Harmony of `69
I bent  in adoration 
before the dusky pearl of your forehead
the soft slopes of your never-ending body
shifting under a sea of blankets
Oh! treasure of treasures !
sparkling 
to life 
love
in the inner-sanctum of the 
tent-temple of my emerald heart,
filling it with that attar fragrance , 
that compassionate smile,
that yearning voice,
quieting my storm 
urging me 
to swim your sultry sea.

How could the world ever be the same again ? 

Outside,
rooted like stark brood of  the Black stone ,
rocks parried thuddingly the capricious charge of waves
and subdued the swell and swirl of a dark ,disturbed sea.

The summer night was short
and I      
cleaved to you like a calf to its mother.
Your dark-eyed nipples breasted the blanket ,
occulting the coarseness of Harmony .
We rocked to cradle the peace in the galaxy, 
with  love milking the way
to the morning star .


Winking over the mount, 
Venus caught us intertwined ,
drooling like babes, 
sated
I, summer cloud paramour of 
you Landie ,
altar of my sensuous sacrifice
sweet naos forever  
Yolande
briefly
undraping your  
compassionate cosmic essence 
for a gallant stripling 
starving for affirmation.

  
Awed,
i nested in mouths 
harmonizing
now enchanting,
now strident symphonies, 
keen enough to split  
chaos  
into mutual opposites 
that grappled , grinded and finally clashed ,
giving birth to a higher union. 

I tattoo your name , Landie, on the stretched skin of the earth.
I pullulate the waves in your name 
sackbutting the syllables   
till tremolo breaks it breathlessly to foam   
on the glistening beach of your belly   
Wrinkles I didgeridoo into the dark blanket of our night,
stringing out your diadem of stars  
I spiral you stately across my deep. 


Breaking away
reluctantly
from the tug of your knees
i trolled our anchor through  love`s flow 
girding it close to my wound-up heart.

"Go now love….spare me a thought "
 Your voice and a gentle seabreeze wafted me out.

Diving at dawn with a whale of love
between waking dunes 
capped by sourfigs , bleary-eyed revellers,
the blue-blue sky warbled
“one and one and one is three
One thing you got know ,is you got to be free
Come together, right now , over me.”

.				


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What If Christmas Never Came

What If… Christmas Never Came??? What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble! We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton 12/05/11


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footle-ROMEO AND JULIET

Young hearts

found peace


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Rocky Mountain High

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Is not so

Is it not so, that the sun does rise in the east and settles in west?
Is it not so, that water is water and fire is fire?
Is it not so, that laughter is laughter and pain hurts?
Is it not so that cold is cold and hot is hot?
Is it not so that a dog is a dog and a cat is still a feline?
Is it also not so that love is love and hate is hatred?
If all these things I have said be true and clear to you? How is it people think both right and wrong be both possible at the same time…yet we say that all things are either right or wrong depending on were you live at or the culture in which you were born in or in which ever way you were taught? If the world is truly a sphere as it was proven a long time ago and as is it still exist today? Then surely right or wrong can’t have change no matter were you or where born? I present these statements as proof positive and a fact that some of us might be living wrong! 


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Hiring mankind for a dollar

you are f u c ki n g FIRED


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Junkie

you know its wrong 
but you do it to overpower the pain
not strong enough to stay away from it
you would die without it
in its presence your heart knows no shame
even if you try to win the fight
your heart will overrule your mind
Theres nothing you can do
its chained to you
you cant get free
look what this drug did to you


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YESTERDAY'S FUTURE

Tausug children are the hope of the motherland
If the struggle for independence of the Tausug Nation is failed today
Yesterday shall never die for tomorrow
They are the inheritors if today’s craft
For tomorrow shall it last? 
Failures are just but memories of the past. 
That shall begin for the future task. 

Dedicated to the Sulu Children
Taman Mesra, Sandakan. 
12:19 am, June 12, 2009.


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You are ugly too

Talk behind my back,
Discuss my weakness,
Prove them all that
I'm the worst but
I'm still standing.
I don't mind what
You say to them.

Tell them the secrets that
I shared with you being trapped
Within naivety.
But I'm so glad I did.
I destroyed my weakness,
Transformed myself for now,
Became indifferent.

Keep being dishonest
When you talk to them,
Represent your lies that
You prepared.

I know how good it feels.
You know I'm not denying
Because you are ugly too.


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The Taj mahal-w

If one goes on compressing everything
In one’s own self,
How one is going to prosper?
This selfishness could be self-killing.

Make the others laugh,
Laugh and be happy.
Extend your happiness
Make everyone happy.

Shahjahan built the Taj Mahal,
One of the seven wonders,
To Make Mumtaz, his wife
And mankind happy to look at.

================================
Seventh place winner in
Contest: What is civility to you


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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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Berlin 1948-1952

        Was Ist Los?  Oh, Nothing, Just the Berlin Airlift...
         Berlin 1948-1952
You came into my life one summer's day
the beatnik of a Frauline, caring less
of what society might have to say
than seeking out your inner happiness;

those were the days! Berlin was in a bind
you still had all your tan from South of France
and in your hair, what flowers you could find
but not dressed out for love, it came by chance.

"What's going on?" you said, as our eyes met,
suggesting I might think the same as you,
you seemed just as surprised as I, and yet,
it seemed so natural, the bonding grew.

       As freedom roared down from uncertain skies
        love came into our world, from where love flies.
        
The roar of engines fell from overhead
as pilots dropped into that world of yours,
delivering your life--your daily bread,
to show you when it rains, it surely pours;

all your emotions mixed, I caught the feel
you had, that maybe life was fit to live,
you pinched yourself to see if it was real
and still the sky gave out all it could give.

The ships were ev'rywhere--hope made it's call
as my faint heart fell to the will of you,
der Kempf, 'twas ended then, once and for all,
and now you'd see what only love can do.

       your question--was ist los--what's going on?
        was answered in that break of early dawn.


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ApplefortheTeachor

 ApplefortheTeachor 
ApplefortheTeachor 
 
MAS come on down front you have been chosen by the frozen tender tundra to eat the 
apple i can give her. Staccatto beating in the background leaning to the south moving in the 
night polish wont make green apple to shine. The love GOD has for all of us in is SON Jesus is 
also inside us in our Souls inside our Spirit. He did this even though none of us are worth this 
a freely given gift. Something that opens up inside us each and every day. Better then the 
food we eat the apple red and green. Better then what people give on Christmas Day the 
packages wrapped and placed underneathe the tree dont open that dont shake it up dont let 
Johnny see. Perhaps its all the things that boy has stored up all year long some new toy he 
saw on television laying on the lawn. He never picks it up now or plays for very long. This 
Christmas please think of how the Son Of God must feel when we ignore his gift to us. I feel 
so guilty of his love inside this green forgotten apple in the bucket in the snow. Sorrow not 
the answer the apple catches worms so the food stored in the bucket doesnt turn to molded 
into love when I get hungry having none I go to cuppoard never barren there. I cannot eat 
much fruit anymore but mix the trail will fill me up when there is none to find in town. For 
CHristmas is two missing weeks after Thanksgiving missing one. SUnday on the November 
twenty nine untill Friday December Eightteenth then back for three more days then Monday 
the eleventh of January I solidify for more solid days activities perhaps the apple won. Bright 
red and polished up for teachor loves. Look for me with love. 




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' Kept Light On ... ' 46th Senryu

‘ Kept Light On … ’      46th  Senryu


      He Left The Light On …
So, We Could Find Our Way Home
     Look Up, Before Gone …


Details | Free verse | |

Dear all women, You made me write again and again

Dear all women, You made me write again and again
Not about beauty, not about beasts, but about my self
And the origin of my silence, snakes, silos and stillness
How much ever fast I ran, you caved my self, selflessly

I searched your depths in my gaze, in your glance, in our trance
But all fell out of shape, like a gazoid, like a river that speaks for itself
Your language of love, your symbols of seduction, your systems of life
These words may be pending for a long time, long due or long rustic

Poems are written, lost and left behind, same like the river of leaves
That gets rotten in the bread of brown grey wooden ground
I saw many roots, hanging in the wretched skins of my arms
I sketched wrecked ships of my golden past
Poems to pencils, Words to Worms, Purple to Pupil
All are an act of Engines of growth through the Pictures of life

Many roads covered, from love to lust, dream to desire
Arrogance to ambivalence, words to willows, papers to carbon capacitors
I still shiver when a pale glass window opens in front of me

A paper cup and a torus of ladders, they came back in time
And I stood by their wishes, their long beards, their stale wishes
Their history melt before mine, though I am alone, and they wander in mine
I have their fight in my mirrors, the mirrors that I name, call, scream and spit my gaze 
And I know that they never shapes up itself

Dear all woman, I borrow your silence, your strength and your sarcasm
On my ways, On my days, On my rays, On my wooden willows of whims and wickedness

***********


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LOATHSOME AGE OF GREED

If I had lived yesterday
in that chaotic world echoing
of Gatling guns shots and canon blasts,
I would have made a difference:
hate and prejudice would have not prevailed,
and power wouldn't have been abused;
from History's records, we know that even 
when Jesus lived it wasn't that peaceful!
During the American Civil war,
Northerners fought Southerners...
did they hear Scarlet's desperation,
or the moaning of her loss as war went on?
And for sometime, it had become
a modus vivendi she couldn't change.
Let's return to the stark reality of the present:
have we noted some drastic changes
in Government and social behavior?
Yes, it has given us more liberty,
but another war has shattered many hopes
of ever seeing peace as blood continues to be shed...
while nations arm themselves to their teeth!
How can we welcome those winds of change and feel safe,
if we tell our children that danger still exists?
And has society been kinder and more caring?
Obscenity, teen sex, violence, greed, vulgarity
and exploited sexuality are being condoned by many;
we wouldn't be that cool if we didn't use obscene words,
and worst of all, we are called hermits or asexual
if we abstain from sex to prevent those sexual diseases!
Is this rebellion, or a trend of the new generation?
Having unprotected sex, making babies, 
laying the burden on their Government that's fighting
a terrorist war? Do we seen any future
for these lost kids who imitate the habits of their parents?
Blame them? Ah! Lots of things would be changed,
if they turned to God and ask for His guidance!
And to end my visceral narrative, I shamefully confess, 
" I hate to live in this loathsome age of greed!"


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The True Meaning Of Easter

The True Meaning of Easter

The true meaning of
the Easter story,
Is God’s Son came down
to Earth from glory.

Jesus really does
love you and me.
He was born to die 
that you might be free.

For 33 years, he lived
among sinful men.
Then one day was to be
an atonement for our sin.

He who was born of the
virgin Mary’s womb.
Was to one day rise again
from an empty tomb.

So many people have
gotten into a habit,
of replacing Jesus
with the bunny rabbit.

So please reach out to others
and let them know,
Of the lover and redeemer
of their soul.

The true meaning of Easter
must forever be said.
Of God’s son who died,
but arose from the dead!

By Jim Pemberton


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Heavy Conflict Don't bother Me

I fast boy, this aint no foot race
What you playing?
What, you think you got a game ginni in your game pack
Well, I paint Black
And stain them in Pain on rare occasions
Occassionaly coming up in death throes
Dead body is my stomping ground on this beat
My melody be blasting bastards, knocking em backwards
the Force of theses 5 Felonies be unappropriate behaviors
And if you ever seen me in Airstrik...es, 
Well, when you seem me you'll be very quiet
And if you thought it was adequate
my accurrecy so precise you can't phantom the damn damage
You know Im real skilled, and the satisfaction of it leaves me upset still
It was Mercy from God for me to carry this pain cause it suits me like it is a deep love
If Seashell's is ever in Hell then I'll be busting a knucklehead if he wants to act a badass
This aint a brag, no we never come in a boast boy,in my conduct I be, I promise you honorable,I standup as I stand for a higher standard
and when i get mad i act bad, When im in a heavy conflict
jaxattacks are my chosen tactics,
And nowhere in my eyes does she see me ever being a leader or getting the best of a ***** when she on my badside
My Blood cleansed that land, I faced the devil slanging quarters and halves in every which direction like my creation changed due to evolution thru the fact that i was moving too ****ing fast man, But i grew out of it like I went from panic to romantic attacks
From the battles with the devil and demons and nets set , and tribulations and Mania and Im still maniac, Still A disciple of Ninjitsu, my senses still keen, iM SINGLE till i get my possessions back, the love in my heart concealed, its so hard to hide my love I feel so many sharp p[ains,Love Felt feel these steel bars they are a million you would have to go thru to hope to find one, a connection u never dectected the quality of,im 10 times 99topics liike im a balla up talking in manner never heard of, be the bang that yo body been starving for, rt


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The Chosen One

 
   

 
Christ was sent from God above.
Heavenly angels announced His Love.          
           ~~~~~~
Redemption was the gift He gave.
In Jesus alone we all are saved.
           ~~~~~~~
Star of David shone so bright.
The Wise Men guided by the light.
           ~~~~~~~
Mary gave birth to Gods only Son.
Awake in the manger lay the chosen One.
           ~~~~~~~
No crying He made.   Salvation would come.
Knowing His love the world would shun.
 
        
                       


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The soldier, the war, and I

The soldier, the war, and I


Today I am home and thinking to my self..
What would I be doing if I had a soldier coming home to me and my family?
What would I be doing if I was the soldier looking to going home to my family?
And then, I look back at all the years passed since this last war..

Many children have grown to become men, Others have grown to become soldiers
Where would I be if I had gone to the war and fought for my country?
Where would I be if I had gone and came back safely?
Where would I be if I had not gone at all because I was not qualified to go?
Would I be with my family or in a hospital injured?
Would I be standing proud, and laughing with my friends and family?
Or would I be dead, as I never got to come back?

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
Thinking of all of those brave soldiers, children still
Who are out there, suffering.. And some ill

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
How many woman are crying because of their gone loved ones
How many men are crying for their loved and missed ones
How many children are fatherless or motherless, or both!

And at the end I stop. I think no more..
I am grateful for the things I have, 
I am grateful for the people who surround me...
And I am sure grateful to never have gone to a war; yet, 
I sure appreciate the thoughts, courage, life, and suffering
Of all of those who have been touched by it.


Details | I do not know? | |

Pleasure Is

Pleasure is.
So sweet the seasons sounds,
That makes for those summer days.
Skies make for a back drop of hues of blue,
Sweet mowing grass now sheared as hay.

Upon my face the beads of perspiration,
As I wipe my fevered brow.
The days now long as I swing forth the scythe,
High above the sun beats down.

A shout breaks my concentration,
For it is Mary who is my love.
Under a large oak tree she shelters,
Truly a pure vision from above.

For with her a wicker basket,
Its contents now lay out before.
She beckons me come forward,
Asl my senses cry out for more.

In her tender arms my head gently lies,
Beneath a canopy of green.
 Dappled sun light highlights her flowing hair,
For the world id trade, for these moments gleaned.

©N . Windle. 2009	



Details | Free verse | |

the gravity that pulled all of this together

                                           the star dust in your soul
                                                      amazes me
                                         it spills between my fingers
                                              between my synapses
                                                      unto ground 
                                                      made of air

                                         i see the places i have been 
                                         and the places i need to go
                                             when i lay witness to
                                           the star dust in your soul

                                                  it's all consuming 
                                                       the big bang
                                                    within the brain

                                                     just to observe
                                                    your effulgence
                             the nimbus that crowns your lovely head

                                                        this is worth
                                              the 5 or 6 billion years
                                                    i've been waiting


Details | Rhyme | |

Fare Thee Well Friend!

Tears that twinkle and glitter
Flow through our cheeks that will twitter
The sorrows our eyes carries
And heart throbs with worries

Altogether we dwell
The day has come for our farewell
bit by bit watered and grown by teacher
are ready to step ahead to see the future.

All alone standing at this junction
Days gone by are not illusion
Really we are going to miss each other
have hope to meet again further..

We all walked together in one path
Our ways are deluged at this spot
Some strike the engineering bell
yet others to make patients well.

Every one has different aim
Almighty will lead you to hall of fame...
Wishing you all the very best.
Never forget prime nest..


Details | Free verse | |

I Wish

I WISH

That i did not have to see people on the streets
with no home, food
or even water or money to live on.

I WISH

I could be in a band and be all i can be
like the birds and the bees
and how they fly so freely

I WISH

That her heart wouldnt be broken and maybe if he loved her
she wouldnt have died she would have lived forever in his arms

I WISH

That everyone could get along and that we all could be at peace, maybe the war would end 
and the sound of music can play again

I WISH

that her or his bully would see if they keep up all this hurt and fear that they put on someone 
else by huritng them will soon end the world in sadness

AND I WISH,

My art could sing like the lyrics of a song
and that everyone could see the art teens draw from there own hearts
and there bleeding minds of there souls.


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A Voice For Sanity 2008

This may cause horror or consternation
Or spark your deep imagination
It may be met with fascination –
I’d be honored to die by assassination
 
Ghandi, Kennedy, Martin Luther King
Lincoln and John Lennon, ‘tis of Thee I sing
 
I want my life to be the difference
That helps us rise beyond indifference
Make peace and joy our only preference
Be the turning point for future’s reference
 
I’d like to be a voice for sanity,
Offer some other choice than vanity,
Speak of truth and not insanity,
And thus bring love back to humanity

If it’s any indication of my utter indignation with the madness inter-nation,
I‘d like for my narration from creative imagination to live on in syndication
 
I’d spread the information that increases man’s elation
And love for all creation ,thus avoiding all damnation for eternity’s duration

Yes, I’d love to be the voice for sanity
And thus bring man back to humanity
 
So it is -- So be it -- So I say -- So Amen


Details | Free verse | |

A Letter To My Ex

You had me at hello but then 
Something happened in which you let go.
We use to love talking to each other day and night Because there were never any fights.
But now I see that all the things 
You once told me aren’t true.
About how much you love me and 
The things you will never do.
When we talked there was constant laughter
But now it’s like we no longer have anything 
To say to each other.
I thought you were what I wanted in a man 
But I believe I was wrong.
You send them random messages where
You play with my mind and tell me all the things
I want to hear but now, they place fear.
Fear in my heart and mind as if you are doing you 
And is no longer mine.
As I think about the things we could’ve 
Had I’m kinda glad. 
You use to run through my mind 24/7 
But that’s no more.
I feel that you never really cared about me
And now I see.
I know you have school and football to deal with 
But that was never a problem before.
Now, that you no longer make time for me,
I constantly talk to someone that actually listens
To me and enjoys hearing my voice 
And the things I say.
I know you say that your feelings for me are real
But it’s not what I feel.
You constantly call me your
“babymama” but never your
“girl” or “lady”.
But hey you don’t need to because
The things you’re not doing that you promised
Someone else is.


Details | I do not know? | |

Angry immortal

You dont need no friends
all they will do is hurt you
let them all go, why hold them up?
the family are so far behind,
they will never understand
we are so alone, in this life,
women want what you can give
i wont trade money for sex
or even a bit of attention
or a commitment of ownership
a culture of prostitution...

The poor people steal from you
the rich will rape you
not selling my rear for interest..
and the middle are just stupid
addicted to the drugs, the propaganda

I am the artist, the expressionist, the prophet,
alone, with one mission, 
where are my pleasures?
cursed to teach this selfish culture
pathetic humans, suffering
too stupid to give anything
complaining, whining, frustrated,

They are about to destroy themselves
a collective suicide of selfishness

The other immortals tell me to have hope,
to love them, to teach them,
They arent my friends, so busy 
teaching, and giving to the vampires. 

The christians love war and murder of others
They worship, punishment, hatred, and money
the buddhists wont stand up for themselves and fight,
the middle road is lost.
The muslims are too busy oppressing women
and praying for heaven
The jews know nothing of love, only greed

They tell me i should feel special
i have so much to teach and give,

Jesus taught them forgiveness
helping the poor, loving all people
they crucified him!

The afterlife is so wonderful, they say,
if you teach love and forgiveness.

I am in this life now,
and all i find is tricksters, liers and decievers
I am tired of being alone, 
The body is male, and only half of itself. 
addiction to female energy
no control, clairvoyance gone
the suicidal idiots have something right

I am cursed to sit here and learn compassion,
patience, how to inspire them
teach them to love, and give to others, 
all in the hope that they wont destroy themselves

Why cant i give up on hope?
they are pathetic, i am tired,
of the abuse, and anger, i evoke.

They hate me, unless i pretend,
smile the big smile, 
and pat them on their back for selfishness.
They love you then, 
I do not worship their god, of self-worship.
I wish i could, maybe i would be rich. 

living off of the blood, sweat and tears of others
how nice that would be, to relax, no responsibilty
to give or love anyone except my family.  

I am sure i will feel better tomorrow


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The Lily Maid of Astolat

The knight of knights, Sir Lancelot,
From far away in Camelot,
Went by a way that he knew not
And thus, by chance, spied Astolat
With sunset's gleam upon her tow'rs:
T'was there he met the maid Elaine,
With hair as golden fields of grain-
A lily in the springtime rain-
The fairest of the flow'rs.

With her he left his fearsome shield;
That of her brother, Torre did wield:
At last to her desire did yield
To wear her favour on the field-
A sleeve of red with pearls.
Then to the diamond joust away,
Lavaine and he rode to the fray,
Departing at the break of day
To fight with kings and earls.

She took the shield and lightly step't
Up where she watched as off they leapt,
And there the mighty emblem kept
Beside the bed in which she slept;
The mystic azure lions traced:
She never left it there, it seemed;
She watched by day, at night she dreamed;
She woke each morn as sunlight gleamed
From it to light her lovely face.

Sir Lancelot, wounded, won the prize-
His shield still mirrors her azure eyes;
Not knowing if he lives or dies,
Nor knows she yet the place he lies.
But lo! There comes the knight Gawain;
He bears the prize to he who won,
Not finding him, his quest is done;
The prize he leaves, both mount and run-
But she to find where he is lain.

Sir Torre and she their horses drave,
'Till long at last they found a cave,
The knight within, and near the grave:
Elaine her greatest efforts gave
To save him from death's gaping door.
Through dawn or twilight lightly glides
The lily maid to where he hides
And by his wasted form abides,
His olden glories to restore.

Some months had passed, and whole once more
He offered half his treasure store,
A kingdom's land, or three, or four,
But none of this she cared ought for-
She wanted him, and him alone:
But no, another held his heart.
E'en though it tore hers right apart
Without a glance did he depart;
He left her there to groan.

Without a parting kiss goodbye
She sulked about, but would not cry;
She sicker grew as days crawled by
Until she knew that she would die,
And of a heart that broke:
She sang "A Song of Love and Death"
With wondrous voice but halting breath;
Her heart in song she openeth-
Of never-dying love she spoke.

"My love undying e'er shall be
Though love has been the death of me:
Though sweet is love in company,
One cannot love, the other flee-
I now depart to sweetest bliss.
I wish I knew, but I cannot
If death is sweet as love is not,
When all my pain I have forgot-
As death bestows his frozen kiss."

Her final words of love she wrote
And sealed them in a little note
To place beside her in the boat
Which she desired her body float
To far away in Camelot:
Then with a pretty little sigh
Her soul to realms unknown did fly-
In such a manner chanced to die
The lily maid of Astolat.

Bathed in the misty morning light,
Arrayed in dress of purest white,
Boat decked about with black samite,
Her letter clasped to bosom tight,
A lily close beside it borne,
She drifted down the silent stream;
As if but lost in pleasant dreams,
For on her fairest face was seen
The faintest smile, bright as morn.

No sound of drip or rush or splash
Was heard within that samite sash,
Naught caused that bark to rock or dash;
The waves becalmed their muffled crash
As by them slipped the lily maid:
For all who saw were sore amazed
And soundlessly they paused and gazed
'Till Camelot's walls the boat had grazed,
At which it stopped and firmly stayed.

King Arthur saw her queenly bed,
The letter by her golden head;
To all the court her words he read,
And this is what the missive said:
"My noble lord, Sir Lancelot,
No parting kiss to me you gave,
Therefore I came from o'er the grave-
Bestow it now my soul to save.
The lily maid of Astolat."

Sir Lancelot, heartbroken too
Knelt by her side her will to do,
His arms about her shoulders threw
And to his own her lips he drew-
'Twas love by love at last returned.
But love, once lost cannot be found,
And life, once lost is claimed by ground
That wraps his heartless arms around
A heart that once with passion burned.

Above her grave a statue stands,
A note and lily in her hands
Which says to all of distant lands,
"Love, e'er your loved has loosed the bands
That tie them to this life and breath;
Love, e'er the storm has swept away
The pure, the good of yesterday,
And left in place but lifeless clay
When love is scorned and lost to death."



{Written by Isaiah Zerbst on the nineteenth of August, in the year of Our Lord, two thousand and fourteen;
Published on the twenty-first of the same.}


Details | Sonnet | |

An Afghanistan Wedding

The swift and silent missiles swept,
The quiet well kept neighborhood.
They ran like hell, those that could,
While the reposed laid in their best dress.
With evil-doers upon the earth,
Vigilant must be the pursuit.
To cut the sickened by the root,
And banish vile impure thought.
With white-collar crime for collateral,
It matters not the costs.
As pockets line, the death toll climbs,
While the positioned take sabbatical.
And I cannot hide my bastardness,
For when we kiss   my lips   fall dead.


Details | I do not know? | |

Upon this Christmas Day

He sleeps there in a stable
The babe born to the world
Both mother, father watch with care

Though swaddled in a cloth
He is born, yet, to be king
With but just rags for Him to wear

This special morning
The sun now shines bright
From stars there in the Heavens
To the rise of morning light
The world now is much brighter
As angels, too, now play
There’s hope and happiness to share
Upon this Christmas Day

For within the early morning
Angels brought the sky a voice
Calling forth those who wish to hear

Along then, came all others
Knowing truth within their hearts
That all now have nothing to fear

This special morning
The sun now shines bright
From stars there in the Heavens
To the rise of morning light
The world now is much brighter
As angels, too, now play
There’s hope and happiness to share
Upon this Christmas Day

Go forth and tell all others
Who had no chance to hear
The news of hope and of the joy

Let them know the Gift of God
That comes to save us all
His son sent as this little boy

This special morning
The sun now shines bright
From stars there in the Heavens
To the rise of morning light
The world now is much brighter
As angels, too, now play
There’s hope and happiness to share
Upon this Christmas Day


Details | Ballad | |

Steel Silk and Thunder

Steel Silk and Thunder

You ask me to condense this time, you say –
You ask how well I can squeeze and squander all
This day.
These thoughts are days and weeks full with moments
Stretched across the sky.
Yes,
I see this all too clearly, how your will is brought
About.
How unrelenting love can be; it drives the eyes
To see such fury – such wondrous spinnings in
The void; all one seeks chases now in folly;
This word appears again: Folly.
For foolish is the cover source of eye to shield.
All simple bleak remorse and cannon content
Bleeds within; a sleek sliver of truth confines me this
Moment; this baleful, primordial day’s mourning;
Oh, God I have loved thee so, I see you in the
Trees and skies, yet all slips through my hands
In measure; all is lost in fleeting pleasure – in
Movement, in matter of fuss and confusion; in
All I see amid horizons forming nothing, but 
This must be as it is this day –
I accept your dimly wrought decision.



Details | Lyric | |

Heart and Mind

* Heart & Mind *   


I wonder, and I wonder of this heart of mine, for I know there are so many things for 
me to find

I felt a pain so I left at the same time, to a small house that was designed

I passed the first and took the next in line, because the big house wasn’t finished so 
there wasn’t any time.

I jumped and entered, then did what I had to do at the time, and then something 
flashed across my mind, for there’re similarities of the same signs

I wonder, and I wonder, is she the true angel of mine, for she is full of the sweet 
sweet signs 

I wonder and I wonder, is she the true love of mine, for all that I know of her is that 
she straps the heart and mind: she’s caring, sharing and most of all my father’s 
design

I see her nose, especially her sweet smile, every time she crosses my mind, for with 
such a smile, she will always be in my mind

I never always get what I want but that’s ok; it is for the best at times 

But this time I am sure that if I don’t receive her, one thing for sure, she will always 
be apart of my mind

For she is a sweet little creature of my father’s design that will always be in my heart 
of mine


Details | Haiku | |

Bonnie

Together Bonnie
We set out on a love spree
For eternity

Blinded by no tear
We will always remain near
Never showing fear

You have not left me
We survive in infamy
Bloody destiny


Details | Elegy | |

Voices From The Sky

So sad So very, very sad Those voices from the sky So little time So much to say, In those Moments before they die So few So very, very few The words that said goodbye So far away So very, very far away… Yet heard…every whisper…every sigh So many… I love you’s so many stifled cries So many pauses…so many tear-filled eyes So lovely So very, very lovely Those precious words from on high So silent So very, profoundly silent After that last goodbye Those last “I love you’s, Tell the kids I love them too We’ll meet again… me and you” Phones gently So, so gently Laid down and moved aside So hard So very, very hard to leave Those voices from the sky Let's Roll!!


Details | Terza Rima | |

SO FAR...ONE WORLD, ONE DESTINY

So far...one world, one destiny
and despite how men have ruled and rule,
courageous women still seek equality.


Who ever said, without comparing, that a female is weaker than a male?
Open the pages of human history...how many heroines have we loved and admired?
Shouldn't they take, at least, partial control without demoting their mate's iron will?


So far...one world, one destiny, but peace is the fartest dream in reality;
and we imagine the existence of other races more advanced and intelligent than ours,
and without any proof, we fear that they will reach Earth and will dominate us indefinitely. 



Shouldn't we learn how to get along with one another...
before attempting to settle in other planets, where there's no life?
We'll be wasting resources on discovery instead of helping each other. 



So far...one world, one destiny without the gift of intuition;
everyone's eyes stare at each other and simply see their differences...
what if they could be useful in improving our mutual admiration?


We are set apart by national pride and color,
and like beasts we attack, harm and hurt to survive;
but all these thoughts and actions drive us further and further.


Details | Free verse | |

A battered old saucepan

It may seem strange to write about a battered old saucepan
but this was no ordinary one 
it sprung a leak the other day
sadly without thinking
I threw it away
and now it's gone.

It had been in my family
before I was born
and it was used every day
it broke my heart after
to throw it away.

For all the delicious soups goulash and past
it had contained
the mouth watering delectable smells
from the kitchen
the shouts from my parents

''Come on now set the table dinners made''.

All the red hot broths and porridge we'd scoff
before school on a winters day
all the laughs tears and conversations around
the dinner table before it was was washed
and put away.

It was more than a simple saucepan
because it held a lot of family memories
now my parents sadly passed away
it was one of the last things to remind me
of how things used to be
and mow I have to buy a new one
and accept it's demise
like my family
it's gone forever.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


Details | I do not know? | |

Gulf Oil Spill !

Man to blame,
Once again to his shame,
His record continues to destroy !
 
The beauty he did not create, nor can he save…
He will never learn how to properly behave…

Nature screams pointlessly once again ?
Fearing where next we’ll drill ?
Gulf oil spill.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Stand, Alone



I stand, alone.

Scratching for my truths,
peeling away the veneer,

I stand, alone, before this
impregnable cliff so sheer.

Cocooned in my solitary shell,
wrenching a smile from a tear,

I stand, alone, a little odd,
and definitely quite queer.

I stand, alone.


Details | I do not know? | |

JOURNEY'S FATE

My trip brought by situation
I became a tourist
To save my life

This is my fate, yes!
I am not a foreigner
To be a stranger

I imagine somehow
I read history
Our land shall be free

To a great land I supposed
To witness a hope that is proposed
Seeing the light of torch

O! People of our land
Stand together for one
Shout! “We are done!”

Independence will come
I am a seeker of truth
The fact shall not do false!  

Let us pray 
Our land to free
Guide not to go astray!


Danica Joy Ship 
Sandakan Port
5:20 PM


Details | Rhyme | |

Gift for the Ages

Co-written with Linda-Marie Bariana P.E.P.S. “Sweetheart”

How fitting that One from A town so small
is our soon coming Lord and King.
Worthy is He to be adored by all;
our lives to Him daily we bring.

Born in the crude stables of Bethlehem,
no grand palace for Him in this life.
No temporal rule for Him among men
but His reign brings an end to all strife.

He came as the prophecies so proclaimed,
this One descended of King David’s line.
He is the Name above every name
and shall be throughout and beyond all time.

So precious was that One tiny Babe
as He lay in a manger of straw.
His blessed birth was a life that He gave,
obedient to His Father, fulfilling Heavenly Law.

Adored by three Wise Men who traveled afar,
worshiped by simple shepherds was He,
As guidance was drawn from a bright, shining star
On a memorable and holy Christmas Eve.

While blessings were fashioned from His tiny hand
preparing all hearts to receive,
Salvation extended throughout the land,
to all, who, in Him would believe.

A Child in a manger invited each one
to a celebration of unending joy and peace.
A cherished gift offered from Father to Son, 
humanity’s treasure, never to cease.


Details | Free verse | |

I don't remember or crave

I remember when, we would yakkety-yak, so many hours on the phone.
Feeling so almighty, not wanting to end our conversations.
My every brain-work, was always you. 
Your name, kept going threw my mind.

Now, we never talk.
We email each other like strangers. 
Then, not everyday.

Our lives have changed so much. 
To the point, were our friendship isn't there.
My heart doesn't skip a beat anymore.
Instead, it seems to beat, very slow.
Causing physical pain, as I hold my chest.

Now!

I don't like hearing your name or seeing it spelled.
Remembering when, we would crave to see each other.
Hold each other, so much.
Not wanting to be apart.
Always laughing and smiling.
Eating has one.
Remembering, the stare we had.
We couldn't keep our eyes off our flesh.
Our nights, seemed lonely without our touch.

Now!

We don't crave, or see each other.
We never laugh or smile.
We never eat together.
Now our hands don't touch.
The sad part is, I could care less.
Care less on wanting it back.
I don't miss it or need it.
For it's you, I can thank.

You gave me the strength, to leave you.
You gave me the strength, to forget about you.
You gave me the strength, to erase our memories.
All , because you gave up.
Gave up on, our touch.
Gave up on, our smiles.
Gave up on, our laughter.
Gave up on me.

Me!

Your wife!
 
	


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Love Not Allowed

He had fallen in love when he had first seen her, her dark black hair and green eyes had 
been what had attracted him.

Yes he knew the danger but he had smuggled her out, taken her to his home and he had not 
told a soul what he had done.

She was nineteen and he was fourtythree, he did not see the age difference and only saw 
her beauty, if anyone found out he was hiding her then he knew they would be both killed.

She had lived with him for eight days, in that time he had never tried to seduce her or make 
any advance towards her, he clothed her and provided food and any comfort that she 
required.

On the eigth night she came to his room, she was naked when she slipped into his bed and 
they made love all the way until the dawn, it would be their last night together.

They came the next morning, he knew he had to shoot her, the Luger given to him by his 
father two years ago was the weapon he had to use.

She wept silent tears for she knew what must be done, he put the gun to her head and 
pulled the trigger.

He put the gun to his own head as he heard them break down the door, he knew they would 
have both been punished to death and this was the only way.

They were too late to stop him and he pulled the trigger with the gun at his head and his 
body fell to lay with the dead body of the woman he had loved.

It was not supposed to had happened, a German guard falling in love with a Jewish girl 
condemned to have been gassed to death at the camp.


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Straight From The Heart

That burning passion within
The unexplainable feelings you sense when they walk towards you
The loss of breath and the strangulation you feel gripping around your throat
Choking off every last bit of air you have left to your name
You feel like collapsing to your knees and crying
Wishing you had them back in your arms and running your fingures through their soft hair
You wish you could go back in time to re-live those treasuring moments of bitter sweetness
You can hear their voice echoing inside your head at night when your trying to relax
Your dreamless nights filled with tears and pain
You outstretch your hand beckoning, begging for them to come back
Memories sharp as daggers, peircing your flesh
As they look away from you eachtime
The warmth they gave you before is now gone
You feel like your body has become a corpse to rot forever
When you see then with another
You feel so betrayed and furious
Wanting them back more then anything
You would give up everything you had left just to let them know you cared and still hurt
You want so badly for them to just take the loneliness away
Nothing else can be done
Nothing else will work
Your lost
Your alone
Your scared
You cry for help but no one listens
You feel like dying
Even though they know that deep in your heart they still have that special mark
But they'll never know what they meant to you so you write these words Straight from the 
Heart.


Details | Quatrain | |

The Atom Bomb

Making and use of the a-bomb
An event that spewed waste
A creation that leaves poison
Man knew not the foretaste

As always some good and some bad
Today we have good use
Nuclear medicine does good
Bad if a bomb turned loose

A man can not control himself
Nor the acts of others
Only if all men learn to love
To love man as brothers

The atomic bomb changed history
The course of the war turned
So now we live in a safe world
If only love men yearned  

Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Contest: Historical Modified Quatrain
Written this seventh day of January twenty thirteen
Written by: Sara Kendrick


Details | Lyric | |

The Death of You

Wrote this back in middle school, sitting at the piano. 
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Save me I’m drowning,
Six feet below
Helplessly falling,
 Into the darkness we know

All the life begins to drain,
Wrists are painted red with shame
Die from what I’m dreaming of,
From the death of my love

Standing by your stone, 
Whispers bleed through
Standing here alone,
Thinking of you

All the life begins to drain,
Wrists are painted red with shame
Die from what I’m dreaming of,
From the death of my love

Take my life and take my hand!
Please! Just try and understand
All that I am going through,
From the death of you…



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Little Red

Full Moon Brimming 
On A Hungry Wolf
Fire still burning 
Words are not enough

Red Riding Hood,
You stopped me where i stood.
The basket you held, looked so good,
I enticed...And you fell... 

In the woods... safe and sound
We could not believe what we had found
Me in denim... and you it lace

We understood, each other so very well
Full moon brimming over with light
Gazing into the eyes of the other

The twin to me, I did see, in You.
Be careful with my heart, my love.

My running shoes are unlaced for now,
So lean back and enjoy the ride.
Embrace all the laughter, our lives allow.

rlm


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Death and Dying

The night Hunter S. Thompson,
blew his head off,
Toy Box Tomato Girl,
went Gonzo Geisha on me.
Abandoning the old man’s love,
for pure unadulterated orgy,
intoxicating arms and legs,
intertwining lyrical sighs,
with bi young black,
and blond hard bodies,
tango tongues sharing saliva.
I assume the blue black hue, 
of late night television,
as segregate candles,
was less exciting.					

The night Hunter S. Thompson,
shot a hole in his skull,		
Hemingway’s history, 
lay on his boney lap.
The running of the bulls,				
the crash in Castro’s Cuba,
the locking-up of papers,
the string of worldly wives,
aimless running away.
Toy Box Tomato Girl,
knew little of the artist  face.
Being just twenty two,
she had yet to embrace,
life’s joys and tragedies. 
Not quite able to end it all,
and not quite schooled, 
in T.V. light literature,
spontaneously she fled.


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The Walk

The Walk
An elected position walks into transition, but not without apprehension.
Thrusted forward into accountability, a " word" that was lost in recent financial history.
Blame and blasphemy encircles him for others greed, carelessness, incompetency and 
irresponsibility.
Unlike the blind man to our today's society, anger creates a false reality.
A "change we can believe in", is the course called destiny.
Persecution upon every action or direction met with resistance by those who remain held in social captivity from their own personal experiences or enthralled perceptions of " what ought not be".
Prepare the world, for the world is watching and they  see, that without corruption 
and a massive scale of discrimination , injustices and judgments as their plea, they are not happy nor do they believe that  they can or that they will succeed. 
May forgiveness and mercy find it's place upon his adversaries as well as for him whom they do this unto in the sight of he.
People, we call ourselves, "we"; therefore, "we must not lose focus , the walk for change remains on our compass to destiny and real facts vs. opinions will be our guide for future history.

copyright@2010 by Carrie M. Love-Atkins


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Love's Reverence, a cover of ''A Boat Beneath A Sunny Sky''

Chivalrist of pure intent
Honoured by the ears that lent
A tale recounted to content

Resplendant wonders brought to ear
Laments that draw an unseen tear
Evasion of the heart's deep fear

Soft young mind and placid eyes
Lucid to the tale's disguise
Unseeing the truth behind the lies

There upon the golden water
Wimsically listening to the lauder
Inclines the middle Liddell daughter

Days have come and years have passed
Golden evenings couldn't last
Erosionary time has swept too fast

Dreary dawns and bitter nights
Overcame the muse's might
Dead and gone, that fragile light

Greiving when his heart was tore
Secreted to land of lore
On through Wonderland he'll soar

Now to dream forevermore


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Soundtrack to my escape

I am the fallen one, one casted away,
A reminant of a broken promise
Man shakled for one dying wish,
My vissicitudes haunt me everytime
The sound of those blazing drums,
I heard the music mystifies us all,
Saves a man from a Fall,
The strings are being pulled and the chorus chants,
The melody which melts us all,
I heard music has power: To cure and transform
I am still the same; The Man with a broken promise
Caught in the realmn of this heaven and earth
My body becometh the prison of my soul
I am a composer, A composer in oblivion – Looking
Looking, for the soundtrack to my escape.


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BARRETT AND BROWNING Runaway Lovers

RUNAWAY LOVERS

Sat Ba Barret restless in her room
Drinking death in dark and gloom
Tragedy seemed her last name
Despite the books that were her fame
Letters reached her by the score
But one kissed paper touched her core
Robert Browning made her wild
Exuberance flared—she was a child
A woman forty –heart on fire
Now she had but one desire
A partner for her life she sought
Her father raged—her brothers fought
And so she, in the dead of night
Began a journey—love’s mad flight
They wed with maid and cousin there
And off they sailed like on a dare
Tossed her frail and lifelong curse
Dared the gods to do their worst
She won the man and mated prize 
Found her reflection in his eyes
First night was a burst of tears
Maid was sent to soothe her fears
Downstairs help was all a twitter
Certain Ba was dry and bitter
Old maid and a cripple lass
With intellect none could surpass
Now she’s wed and this first night
What would happen—tup or fight?
Footmen bet on Browning luck—
Old maids were like sitting ducks
But when they saw dawn faces glow
Even shallow hearts did throw
A prayer that heaven smile on them
Such naked love sang out ‘Amen’.


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Last kiss in Pompeii


Mount Vesuvius erupts in anger
warm air like butterfly wings
flashes against our cheeks
I hold you my final light...

We stand on the edge of the sea
a galaxy of smoke and soot
swirls around us...

My love I wish
I had wings to carry us
all I have is my shoulder
for you to lean on...

Let us press our lips together
in these final moments
perhaps in the future
archaeologists will find us

As lovers preserved in ash...
~ ~


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The Sieve of Time



The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.


Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.


Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.



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Forever in Memory

   Remember their faces, their music, and most joyishily their impact on the crowds
and thongs of popparazzi that love them and even the one's that didn't, from San
Francisco to New Mexico. Icon's yes, in a world of their own, "we are not along".
Micheal Jackson, Tupac Shukur, Elvis Prestley, the Beattle's, Muhammed Ali, Pres.
John F. Kennedy and Rev. Martin L. King. Something about each one of them and it
took on a miraculous transformation that force many to believe in a change. Icon-yes,
music is the gateway to the inner spirit, of which a majestic quality emerge when one
can sell out concerts and their records produce's extranomical sales and folks from all
walks of life gets goosebumps whenever ther is chance to see them!!..
   Micheal Jackson grew up right before our eye's, dance his way into our hearts, be
came such an Icon that, "Forever in Mememory", will become etched in history and all
of the contravercy that surrounded his life is a history to be learn and a talented human
being is thought of now as a part of the rising sun, moonwalking his way to become an
"Icon".
   Remember their faces, their ultimate accodote in creating listeners and the younger
generation, a role module. Someone we will tell our grandchildren about over break-
fast at Hardy restaurant. Listening to Tupac, "lets have a Gangsta Party". The Beattle's
I love you yeah, yeah and now the tune, "Gone too soon", shall bring tears and the
Jackson 5 and anyone awakening this morning to the smile of the rising Sun. Remem-
ber their music and in your mind, keep the light on. "Forever in Memory", we want for-
get the "Icon's"...


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Harmony 69 1st movement

             HARMONY 69
The night of twelfth December `69  
knotted together an icy storm wind 
that whipped False bay`s waves 
to white -frilled blankets.
Thunderclaps against primal rocks
resonated through a ghettoe of glowing tents
on a dark, rough ,bushy patch .

Rising plaintively above the din 
of drums and flapping canvas,
creole strains solicited the capricious gods
for a clement Cape .
Love songs , sweet like wine 
would even tittilated mermaid`s melons,
stranding them breathless, with tails scaled.  

In my sixteenth tempestuous year, 
I was sickened and sullied, spoiling for a fight 
with that ever- prying, ever-lying police-state
denying us  
dividing us
deriding us
ripping  us  
whipping us 
in an all-pervasive racist propaganda storm

Harmony,was forced ethnic relocation right there
in a stamp-size sea-resort next to a stinking dump.
Our yearly anticipated salty baptism,
fouled for a full ten years,
dunked in fascist soil 
of a false bay with a real bite….
rubbing coarse salt in our opened wounds
Rubbing it in the flayed 
William, my sire, of the black turf belly
Rubbing it in the lashed
Maxie , my ma , of white-on-black graft
Rubbing it in the spurred 
Dot Adams, my oracle , of the pearled-truth tongue
imprisoned to a silent ninety-day solitary confinement. .

Yes, a full two hundred scar-studded waxes 
avidly saluting the wretched who rose in revolution
drowning exploiters in the oppressed`s precious blood
Algeria whilst raped,unveiling herself,
firing fear into bared French fascism 
exploding the myth of a benevolent colonialism.
“Lumumba will guide the Kongo to freedom”
grandpa agitated hopefully as revolutionary Patrice, 
our dark prince of peace 
died on the bloodied butts
of neo-colonial carbines.
My seven-year heart burst
in anger and pain. 
A companiable heart`s balance 
tilted with unease at justice , unhinged. 

the periodic uprisings of people in far-flung regions
against the arrogance of anglo-saxon imperialism 
salted my youth with the tears of broken children,
their blood ever spattering my angry brow.


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Happy Mother's Not

Thank you mother,
you birthed me,
you nursed me,
you fed and clothed me.

You loved me,
when seems, the word had loathed me.
I'd not want that love in vain.

However this is not your day.

Thank you mother, 
for your support,
and your optimistic sheen,
it's inspiring
and always has shaped the person whom I am.

But this is not your day.

It belongs to the greeting card companies.

Who've robbed another holiday.

Robbed it of all meaning, 
all substance and heart.
Robbed it of it's very soul.

Deformed it,
corrupted it,
chewed it up and spat it,
till it's obscure meanings long forgot;
faded into history, a mother's not.


------------------------------------------------------------------

Dedicated to my mother, whom I love. 
Also dedicated to Julia Ward Howe who invented a holiday meant to end war and poverty.  And to 
celebrate all families.  Who died before her dream could ever be realized.

And...to Anne Jarvis who forced through the holiday, hoping to continue Howe's work and end war 
and poverty and create a better world for all,  only to see that dream shattered as Greeting Card 
companies and greedy conglomerates perverted it's ideals to nothing more then lip service 
dedicated to selling cards and candy.

To celebrate some mother's publicly, while other's have their health care raised and their social 
security stolen.  While single mothers have to risk their health and their lives to barely feed their 
children.  

This holiday is an abomination.  It doesn't celebrate motherhood, it degrades it. Women don't need 
to be celebrated nearly as much as they need a good world in which they can better raise their 
children.  A world in which they can feed their children. This holiday is a Mother's Not and so is this 
world.


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ME, MYSELF, AND I

   I guess you could call me a silly guy
   For humor is how I get through the day.
   I love telling stories, writing poetry, and romance
   Each in its own separate way.


   I could be called a "Hopeless Romantic"
   As I have always been sentimental inside.
   I learned that feeling growing up
   Watching my parents, and their worlds collide.


   I knew my Dad better than anyone...I think
   He and I worked together for some time you see.
   And when he died at an early age
   Everyone seemed to be in tears but me.

  
   Of the six kids in our family growing up
   I had a brother named Ron that I was closest to.
   He had a sense of humor and devotion to his family
   And he would always find strange things for us to do.


   We loved driving around in his old MG
   When it worked it could do no wrong.
   He took me for rides I'll never forget
   To teach me his favorite Irish drinking songs.


   His death really put me on the writer's path
   As I eulogized him with "Remembering Ron".
   But afterward I could not stop the words from coming out
   As if a spigot had deliberately been turned on.


   So I have written poetry, stories, and a few songs too
   I'd like to publish something some day.
   Getting to read and write here on the Soup
   Pehrhaps, I will finally find the way.


   I believe in the goodness of man's inner soul
   And that God intended for us to be happy here.
   The love of Wife, Child, and Family
   Just make me want to stand and cheer!


   I'd like to see us not have wars
   Or even have cross words with others we meet.
   Sometimes I plead my case in the words that I write
   And sometimes, the proverbial "Dead Horse" do I beat.


   I look at history as a great learning tool
   For I've studied Antropology in college you see.
   And all the past comes into the present time
   At least, it does for me.


   So I will write works about historical things
   As much as I write about family, love, emotions, and silliness too.
   Just so others can get some insight into me
   And perhaps their own lives as they should do.


      I don't know who will read my work
   Or if they benefit at all from the things I say.
   I only know that this passion to write
   Is one that is here to stay.


   Some people think I'm kind of grumpy
   I guess that is also true.
   But the words I write fill that void inside me
   This is but one more poem...for you.


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SOUL PARTNERS


SOUL PARTNERS Majestic, glistening in the cascading full-moon rays The wondrous timeless monument of love, Awe-inspiring, vision of unparalleled beauty, Taj Mahal! Reminiscent of an ever green love story The angelic, divinely beautiful queen Mumtaz Mahal The brave and heroic Mughal Shahjahan... He took up a daunting task to immortalize his love for her To create this iconic symbol of unending love. Held in captivity, she would watch it grow Yet neither lived to cherish their dream. They lie here in Taj Mahal, side by side in their graves But souls ever entwined together! By: Yesha Shah for the SOUL PARTNERS free poetry contest Shahjahan and Mumtaz Mahal


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A Sister From Many Lands(My Sincere Apology)

When I first met you I was elated
Filled with much awe
I dreamed of the presently elapsed years
Of great happiness and rich excitement

I watched the birds as they flew past
And squeaked
My naked eyes were fixated
On their sudden movement and their return

Never did I strew my thoughts on the land
Upon which I stood
The charms I could trace on your face
The broad smiles you gave
Lowered the thick tall, solid brick walls
Of my heart

My passions lighted
My yearnings glittered
And the taste of purely refined soft-drinks
I sipped through my throat
Simmered down every feeling of doubt
I contained for you.

Scarcely did I consciously brood 
That some day I would struggle
For relief and solitude
From a white woman’s domineering rule

I grew up fast to think she was white
I disdained and disliked her
I pressed hard at her
Till she felt an austere uneasiness
I fought with her
And sought for what I called liberty 
From her presence

She sobbed, wobbled and left my coast
With spasms of sorrow surging
In her youthful bosom
And bled from pains for untold days


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Searching for Summer

#ONE#

The region that makes my blood grow green
Where are you in this pastoral's den?

Your vivid eyes is now poor like muddy hut
What has really come over you?

Behold our pebbles of gold and our planting grown
Ona, What is next to god you want?

#TWO#

Your nerve is forgotten so soon 
Our share of roses and dine in the garden

It seem so soon, it is drying out from your memory
Our share of chopper and run for grasshopper

Honey, can't you call those days back
Our lone under the forest trees 

Have you forgot our prayer for success 
And our collective effort for your journey abroad...

...My lady, I will wait for many time
Because only you can complete me

My Summer, if to remain a pole with no hold
So long as you will return, I will not mind.

For your Light is my strength in the field
And brilliant kisses around natures are memories unforgotten.

Let someone  please find me my summer
And tell her to come back home.

 
BY: Abdulhafeez T. Oyewole


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The Impossible Dream?!

Sitting beneath this pavilions golden crown carved moment ~

Slowly glancing about the crowd; peering into their eyes, their hearts; considering....

Adorned amid such a pretentious cloak!?

Redress this stroke, upon the canvas so brushed

As if the facade could hide, this empty sepulcher inside

Come not with your wilted flowers of hypocracies....

Mist like dew rising within these hollow born roots

Created in the bed so extracted from this, shallow made earths

Contaminated, wherein they have thrived!?

Yet make anew this tilling of your spirits soil

A fragrances sweet aroma for, all their senses to behold ~

Laying aside such arrogance and pride; these preludes, spoken....

Gazing upon stilled wonders embraced by a hush; refrains hopeful anticipation?!

Warmths, loving eyes fixed upon this marvel; what could be

The greatest moment ever written upon the pages of, history ~

Do you believe? What is one willing to give thus, in exchange?

Bleed not this cup of tainted blood but an offering; such mockery....

For "Heaven" waits inside the bejeweled gates amid this, silence and awe

Pondering these thoughts; a sudden twist of a fates possibilities?!

A dawning, of a brand new age ~

What will it be and, what are they willing; this cloak, of many colours 

But only one, shall do.... 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

....The impossible dream!?













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Beautiful Cycle -- Leaf of Nature

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



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


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SLIPPING INTO THE WRONG PASSION PIT

                      SLIPPING INTO THE WRONG PASSION PIT

                  Loving wrong is nothing new --But pierces all the same
                  Byron did it--Loved his sister to his shame
                  Ruined lives his own and many friends
                  Thorny passion refuses easy blends

                  Fiery love consumes the victims –helpless fools
                  Whips through lives breaks every rule
                  Look at Oedipus a king and you will find
                  One more valiant soul who lost his mind

                  Passion chooses style to fit his taste
                  Sometimes vengeance calls a life to waste
                  Sometimes art will grip and bind your soul
                 Oft is politics or war that digs the hole.

                 Hamlet’s case—another tragic story
                 Father dead amidst a life of glory
                 Saw his mother’s naked love confessions
                 To get even--  faked a mad obsession
                 Poor 'phelia--abandoned –broke her heart
                 Hamlet mad with vengeance-- played the actor’s part
                 Dead Ophelia --lost her fragile mind
                 Hamlet grieving two-- now truly did unwind.

                Having known this dread and tempting love disease
                Know it never ends in any form of ease
                So advice to souls who yearn to wed
                Take care if passion's tears slip into your bed


             Victoria Anderson-Throop    December 1, 2012





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The Chapel Walk

My days within these walls are numbered, soon,
the piper will be paid to play a different tune,
of plots and plans, of futures, I'll not speak,
though, in my silence, I seem to others, weak,
whispers reach my ears, dangerous talk!
thank god I can retreat upon the chapel walk,
here is peace, where my thoughts are my own
here the tears drop from my eyes that are alone,
here in solitude do I stand and truly pray,
for my lord, my dearest husband, who is gone away,
gone, to fight for and with Elizabeth, our queen,
the months have passed, and still his face remains unseen,
but, by god's grace, a messenger is sent this way!,
to tell of news....her majesty has won the day!,
and my dearest rides with great haste to York!
while I give thanks, on bended knee, upon the chapel walk.


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The Power Of Love

Love is one of life's greatest mysteries
It is the driving force
which shapes man's destiny
It is the very foundation 
upon which life itself is built

Love leads 
life follows
Love is a way of life
One cannot detach oneself from Love
to make a decision
for Love is life itself

Throughout the ages
the power of Love 
has gripped the hearts of men
- mighty men who feared nothing
and made them powerless
to resist its spell

Kingdoms rose and fell
Armies laid others waste
and were laid waste by others
Men died in agony at the command
of a Love-infected leader 
Paris and Helen of Troy
in the Trojan war
Samson and Delilah
in the battle with the Philistines
Anthony and Cleopatra
in the Roman Civil War

Love is a potent force 
that sometimes makes fools
of Earth's mighty men of valour
And yet this same Love 
has been an instrument of good
with which nothing can compare

There are many kinds of love -
a man for his God
a man for his woman
a friend for his friend
a person for his kin
a man for his dog
- these and many more

Though the particular cases differ
the effect of Love is the same
- that feeling which inspires and drives men
to achieve things 
they once believed impossible

Many a knight fought great odds
and won for his lady
Many a man leaves his comfortable niche 
in society
and goes out to endure 
the hardship and pain
of the less fortunate
as he gives of himself unselfishly
to improve their state
because of his love for
his God, duty and ideals

History is filled with leaders
who tried to build 
and maintain an empire
with the might of brute force
and failed -
Charlemagne
Alexander The Great
Julius Caesar
Napoleon Bonaparte
Adolph Hitler

And yet
a humble carpenter of Nazareth
who shunned brute force
and violence
built an empire on Love
two thousand years ago 
and today it covers
the face of the earth


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"Sphinx - dom"

Your Highness, the Triads of the Milky Way galaxy “Planet Earth”
Have evidence of Your “GRAND” - Grand - Father’s”  ‘“ E T E R N I T Y “ ‘
As Your Shrine Shines in the heat of a desolate “Forbidden Dessert of Life”
Crumbled , broken, eroding “ The Shrine of Your Beloved “ FOREFATHERS “
I as YOUR Servant :  as the Knowledge , YOU bestowed upon my “Foreheads’ “

The  Triads have advanced  ; their technology today equals Yours of “ History “
How long before they realize ;  the  devastation they avoid  : they also “Created”
Shall they  think they have found  the “ Forever answer “ to Eternal, Everlasting “
How do YOU tell them that the Dreams they  Dared to Dream, were not “Reality”
Know that they can see the “T R U TH“, in Death, not the DEATH of Your “TRUTH”

The third Planet from the Sun ;  we call the “ Raven Star “  unraveling it’s destiny
As they did to the  Lineage of YOUR  “GRAND - Grand - Father’s” “ANCESTRY”
Will they SURVIVE?, Will they See, Know, Speak and PRAY TO their “GOD”
Do they learn to LOVE one another, to Help each other?  To keep History “ALIVE?”

“So VERY SAD to say ; My Friend , they do not Find  the Key to EVERLASTING LIFE”  

Author's Note : This POEM was Inspired by Two of My Favorite POETESSES
Carol Brown ( My MENTOR ) for Her Contest "STORY TIME " I dedicate this to YOU
Carolyn Devonshire ( My TEACHER ) for Her Contest "Sphinx Head on Mars?
Dedicated  with LOVE to my POETESS LAUREATE "CAROLYN DEVONSHIRE"


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UNFAIR JUDGEMENT OF THE GOOD

Should the good be judged
for not having given enough?
Some will face humiliation or reprimand,
not by Christ Himself, but by folks who bluff!


There are many mways of giving,
it depends on willingness and feeling;
the most generous ones will give abundantly,
and those who aren't...will give little eventually.



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Monument

Forgotten but here
Remembered yet never there
Why do you exist?


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One

There is a certain serene peace in One One is the completion of our entire exsistence If
you will accept it, we are One!!!!   One is as broad as it is deep and as deep as it is
wide. In One......there is nothing to hide, there are no limits.   There is ...nothing
under the sun that is not a part of One and the fullness thereof makes One complete.   One
life, One love, One hope, One faith, the greatest of these being love. The two shall
become one, the One shall not be two. This is truly hidden wisdom.   One vision, one
voice, one dream, one interpretation. The end of time, the fulfillment of days.   There is
only one day. Today is that day!!!   One day is like a thousand years, and a thousand
years, One day.   One breath to breathe, one soul within. Only One purpose that brings to
perfection One human race. This is the Holy One.   There is only One existence. There is
only One creation. There is only One destination.   The key is to understand the power in
the fullness on One.


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SOME WEEP, SOME REJOICE

And we all thought that Christmas
was a jolly season for all ages,
but we've ignored pain...not seeing tears
roll down those cold and fearful cheeks!

Some weep, some rejoice...
others don't celebrate, but rage with malicious eyes;
wasn't that child's birth announced by angelic voices
that attested He was God's choice?


Depression is the worst kind of sadness,
and unless the noticeable signs are felt or filled with alarm:
we may lose persons very dear to us...
before tragedy strikes, intervene to save them from harm!


Some weep, some rejoice....
many show blind belief and resist
to give the Redeemer due praise;
they are the fools who follow a cult!  

 
Why should this holiday be so sad,
wasn't Jesus born to bring us joy...
that's what every joyful angel proclaimed
as they crowned Him king for eternity!


Some weep, some rejoice...
others don't conceive the true worth of Heavenly glory,
they hate goodness and despise holiness:
mocking and twisting the pure image of faithful Mary!


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Snipers

Dust and blood on an iPod that plays,
Hole, for love of country, for love,
Of the scope on a fine bolt action M-40  rifle.
Cupid was a sniper, for love of Psyche.
Like the marksman in the minaret that shot,
Lance Corporal Miller in the face,
He will have a thousand virgins at his feet.
As Corporal Nick Ziolkowski loved to kill,
Having taken three mortals in one day,
Was a badge of honor he would proclaim,
Now he lives under that shining city on the hill.
The world loves it’s patient heros,
How gently they lay in wait, divinely,
Saving humanity    from it’s dark Eros.


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Diary

Write a poem with words from the heart

Jot down a sweet memory so you may never part

Remembering the days gone by

Sweet smiles and tears you've cried

Forever cemented to live on these pages

Sentances meant to defy the ages

Return to them when you need a smile to replace a frown

Or just to remember the path you've gone down

Echos of happiness, pleasure, pain and guilt

Words woven together just like a quilt

Feel the warmth as you wrap them around

Soft protection from the cold hard ground

Memories of moments you just cant forget 

Keep writing your words and never quit!


Details | Lyric | |

FAITH KEEPS US APART

It seems the path Iam on  is changing everyday
the road uncertain just an endless shapeless gray
some would say it would all be clearer if I took up there religion
even with the doubt Iam not scared enough for that decision

I see the faith you placed in one of the many saviors
I lame excuse for the centuries of mad behavior
Iam sure your prophets where the very best of man
but your church and bibles where never in the plan

so every race has a version of there own
stories stolen from the gods of the past spoken out like it was always known
not one of these faiths is open and understanding
they keep others down and your soul churches are demanding

then you history holds no science no enlightenment
dogmatic foolishness written before free government
and every soul that is afraid to die or to ashamed to live
if you stop thinking then heaven is what they give

even now the human mind is found wanting
but reality is intelligence is hard work and life is daunting
if only the concept of good will and love
we understood without some sign from above

if you need the ancient fiction to ease your pain
I respect you and to all other men you should do the same
your saviors were righteous there’s know doubt
in there time they worship but no church was there twist whets its about

there have been many Christ’s since the beginning of man 
the Mayans and Muslim have had tales since they ruled by the roman
dry king ghandi and many more sacrifice there life so others could be free
in my mind that’s what Jesus is what he is supposed to be

even know there some man of great worth he has no money no powerful church
he’s  giving of himself and and loving the lost I dare you to search 
and see the truth were in this together and this is paradise
we are the only keepers of our fate we must realize

I can no longer people pay to pray and talk down to others who dont believe what you say
but Christ himself did not hang with the saved he knew the hopeless so he could see them ok
but times have changed were not ruled by religious empires mad with slavery
we fought for those rights not with one mans good with collective human bravery

a new age is upon us and the true test is coming not one of prophecy
the makers of worlds the stars the cycle of suns chaos of the galaxy
I hope soon we see are only time is now there is no second chance
are race needs to come together  and make a united stance
if faith keeps us apart do we even have the heart



Details | ABC | |

the wall is high

i jump to meet my mark,
it is met with arms out wide,
nothing, yet i expect a spark
so in little black book i confide.

what i ask of the masses, alot
admittedly ashamed i am not
to think, rejoice, connect the dots
to remember what we once forgot.

all i ask i that we don't assume,
they rely on ignorance to consume,
open your eyes and take full bloom,
never take an uninformed flume,

i see too much trouble ahead to ignore,
when i opened my eyes we had ten years,
i am still coming round and now we have four,
i see too much blood that will mix with my tears.

everything will mingle and change
it will all make sense once done
its just right now, its beyond our perceptive range
and to elaborate on the story no fun.

for certain synchronocities will take form
the knowledge unwraping in the implicate
it may not always be blatent, but hidden in the norm
some could term it karma, i make my own fate.


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O CHIMING BELLS OF MIDNIGHT...

O chiming bells of midnight,...
gladly announce Jesus' joyful birth;
see how the Heavens' stars shine...
to glorify the most glorious One!


Unpleasant is the cold December' air,
and a manger is the perfect shelter
away from the frost and the gelid wind;
see how He smiles as all the angels sing!


Come shepherds, bring along your sheep,
to warm up a King whose heart is so meek;
and as the Wise Men kneel down in divine adoration,
I watch the gifts in their hands with much trepidation!


O chiming bells of midnight...echo through my starry valley,
and cheer up this silent town that offers its true serenity;  
and if snowflakes fall and make all the stars seem too far,
my lamp will brighten up the path and lead me to the Messiah! 
 

Entered in Carolyn Devonnshire's contest, "Christmas in your town"

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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The True Meaning of Christmas

The True Meaning of Christmas During this Christmas, let’s celebrate Christ’ birth. It was for all of us that he came down to earth. As we think about Bethlehem and the baby boy… We shout glad tidings to all! And peace and joy! This young child was to one day touch all of mankind. His message of salvation… Today… You can find! As we celebrate and fill up with holiday cheer… This same Jesus is alive today… And is always here! Though 2000 years ago, he was born in a manger... You can know him NOW! He doesn’t have to be a “stranger.” Won’t you spend some time and reflect on Christmas’ true meaning? It’s in the merciful arms of Jesus that you need to be leaning! The good news of Christmas can certainly be found… Across this nation. Every city… And town! This same Christ can bring peace to your life today! He loves you much more than words can say! May HIS love bring peace and healing to your weary soul… It’s only in him, that you can be complete and whole!!! By Jim Pemberton


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Hypothesis of My Life

Paradigms of my loves are a mystery.
They set me apart from any other one.
Within any of mine there was no misery.
They were all riddled with such fun.
Though destined to failure, when begun,

They say three times is a charm in history.
Though it took me four, three were done.
There was never any force, just mental injury.
Three were shaded, I thought love was won.
Blessed with so much guilt, bound by a ton,

Building love upon a lie makes it die intensely.
One or the other will begin life’s bitter shun.
Destroying the sanctity of emotions inwardly,
Ripping apart all living truths, as with a gun,
Deceit also prepares the end of race to be run.

Date written
12/15/2011

Written for
Sponsor Francine Roberts 
Contest Name English Quintain contest  


Details | Free verse | |

West Virginia

My home, the land of the rolling hills. 
Where the trees embrace in mutual respect. 
Who can truly understand the mystery of the hills without living among them? 
I have learned much from the flowing waters. 
I have spoken with the spirits of the earth. 
I have discovered it's fiery soul. 
I have sung with the whispering winds. 
They have told me the same thing.
                      "I am STRONG,"
                      "I am POWERFUL,"
                    "I AM WEST VIRGINIA!"


Details | Senryu | |

' Sara Kendricks - Senryu ... ' 48th Senryu

‘ Sara Kendricks - Senryu … ’      48th  Senryu



     Sarah: Means Princess              ( Gen.  17:  15  )
   She Was Abraham’s Mrs.
 … Faithful, Like Kendricks  …



   Shine Your Light Too, Sara
   Children Are Almost Home …


              Your Poet-Sis 

                 MoonBee


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The Old Warrior's Day

When his six bucks are gone,
His belly warm with beer,
Comes his time of day,
The time he always does fear...

It's off to nowhereland,
His dank basement apartment,
No lovely suburban home,
This is what life deemed is his compartment

Nineteen inch T.V.,
Three beers in the "fridge",
A half a bar of cheddar,
Two pizza slices,
An annoying head buzzing midge...

He sits on the edge of his bed,
Which also is his couch,
In this one room nightmare,
His shoulders visibly slouch

Of one thing, he is grateful,
That his wife never saw him such,
He has few blessings to count,
He just doesn't have that much...

But things interest him not,
He lives deep within the past,
And of all the things he's got,
The one most treasured thing,
A picture of his wife and him...
To those old memories he does  still cling...

Yes, this "Old Warrior" still fights his war,
Not against some international crime,
This old warrior's battle,
Is against the tides of time.


Details | Ballad | |

HUMBLED GROUND

I realize: I must not complain..
For all I have, some wants to attain..
It's not to much nor to plain..
Yet, it is enough for years to gain..

I'm neither rich nor poor..
Nor I am sick lying in bedroom..
Nor I am a person under odorous fumes..
Nor I am a being not in timely tune..

Trials stripped me off from comforts..
Obstacles lead me to tackle each effort..
Disappointments made me all the more on rapor..
Failures didn't keep me long bended injured...

I don't speak as to be proud..
I want to tell the whole world..
I have my God beside and around..
Keeping my feet totally still on ground..

by: olive_eloi
5:23pm
12/11/2013
----------------*****


Details | Free verse | |

Legal Tender of Getting Old

Legal Tender of Getting Old 

If tears were coins I'd be a rich man… 
If sadness was time I'd live forever… 
If I only knew what to do to make it better… 
I would do it in a heartbeat. 


But, no answers are easy when feelings crash around you… 
And the Sun does not shine in the heavens above… 
if only I could see…if only I could find a way…if only I knew… 
How do you say goodbye when there is no love? 


To only be me myself alone … again… 
decisions are frightening and shaky to behold… 
But change is needed for me to stay sane… 
all the while we continue to grow old. 



RLM 
'05


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A Soldier's Memorial

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Epic | |

The Beast

This is an epic tale I shall unwind
Of a beast born to keep us blind
He lives in a time not to far away
This is a present yarn I spin today
All the worlds countries united as one
Lost in the plight of one mothers son
The Anti-Christ risen to the mark of the beast
As the entire world blindly sits down for the feast
Crime is defeated there is peace in the land
Just take the bar code to the back of your hand
Long before this day the story was told
Who is the King he who holds all the Gold
I often contemplate if he knows what he does
For all that is written shall be as it was
Solve all the worlds problems well know this as true
If you seek an answer your computer gives it to you
The entire world is at the tip of your fingers
No need to go out just stay here and linger
Banking from here flashes up on the screen
You'll have more time to ponder and dream
So you wish to shop let me offer some sites
Pay with a number it'll be shipped overnight
Stop to consider the old word Foundation
Join with the rich to feed every nation
No need to worry there is nothing to chance
Just sit at your computer lost in my trance
The old ways diminished the world is new
If you're seeking love the computer finds it for you
If your not seeking love it offers you lust
For pleasing everyone is truly a must
It's entered our factories as well as our stores
Hell it's even taken over our wars
Crime will be defeated by the watchful eye
As another satellite takes to the sky
Without the Honor of war there is no need to fight
War machines controlled by the beast of the night
I treasure the stories, the stories of old
Where brave men fought with hearts of gold
When the keeper of dreams was our Lord
And to kill a man you made the sword
When marriage was Till death do us part
Parents nourished and protected their children's hearts
When family's were like the limbs of a tree
Spreading no further than they needed to be
With those days gone and all but forgot
The Souls of man has started to rot
Before long as men sit down to feast
They will offer thanks unto the beast
Science is driven know this is true
To reason all the faith out of you
They teach our children we evolved from a cell
Can you see how far our country has fell
As the Beast sits back with his evil grin
Having faith in the Lord has become a sin
As God is removed from the allegiance we say
Well exactly who do our leaders follow today
Oh thats right we are all seeking gold
As the story of the beast starts to unfold




© 2007 Michael Jordan


Details | Free verse | |

Within the Inky Pages

The binding groans open
And lets me in
Plunging into the depths
Of a cream colored world
Scents of ancient tomes fills my soul
And I’m addicted
I need a fix
				I really need a fix
And I inhale like I’ve never breathed before
My eyes glaze over, and               I’m   g  o  n  e
Universes I never knew appear
Black holes suck me in, Supernovas explode
Stars dazzle my eyes
As the words sprint across the page
It stole my heart, it did
I’ve never been in love like this before

Running fingers over the inky pages
Texture filling in the ridges of my fingerprints
Flooding my identity

Knowledge makes me
Builds me up to take me down
Into myself
Over and over
Inspiring new thoughts
That I thought were new
But really were hidden under
The dusty covers

If we save literature
If we save books from censorship
If we promote literacy
We can save mankind
And it’s history
The bad and good
Lessons learned and yet to be understood
All the falls and tumbles
Rises and stands

All within the inky pages
Held in my hand



Details | I do not know? | |

MLK - 1929 - 1968

MLK...
(January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)


they shot you down
all those years ago

but

your dream lives on
and always will

for though much has been
gained since you dreamed
your dream

there is much to fight for
and much more to struggle for

and much, much more
to fight for still

so
your dream resounds in
our hearts and we pledge 
this to you today
for though they shot you down
all those years ago on a memphis day
we shall overcome
this we do believe
deep in our hearts
that
we shall overcome
someday...


(for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)


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Was it you


1st Verse:

Walk on by me if you see me
Let me pass just let me go
All those things we had between us
Just the past now says so

In the moment it was real
At the time we could stand still
For a love we thought would last
Never forgotten by the past

Bridge:

The love we thought could never die
Has evaporated to blue sky

Chorus:

Saw you today
Couldn’t believe
Was it you standing there
Did my eyes deceive?
Never thought I would wonder
Always thought I knew
But now I don’t know
Is it true?
Was it you?

2nd Verse:

Turn around walk the other way
Strangers is what we are
Knew each other inside and out
Now just a distant star

Time and space, left it behind
Gave our hearts to another kind
Tweaking dreams not breaking seams
Changing faces Wiping slates clean


Details | Sonnet | |

Robert Michum 7-1-97 Jimmy Stewart 7-2-97 Charles Kuralt 7-4-97

         ROBERT MITCHUM-----7/1/97
          JIMMY STEWART-----7/2/97
           CHARLES KURALT------7/4/97
On lifes long road, who knows where are the ends
and when the ones we love leave us alone
what words express the loss of dearest friends
held oh! so dear, whom all the world has known?

Was this their highway junction to all time?
Our grief would be too great for only one,
and three together taken, shouldn't rhyme
but brings reality now that they're gone.

Out on the road, with Charlie, Bob and Jim,
we see ourselves in all they've ever done,
as memories, some bright and others grim,
from reel to reel, and love them every one.

They told our stories, every one was real,
as if they knew exactly how we feel.
               God Speed, My Friends
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


Details | I do not know? | |

Going Fast

Caught with glances past
Holding memories going fast
Faces lost pasts caught
I am sorry but I have no memory 
Of any times with you

As good as you look
Your only a odd felt hook
And what we had is now only you
As I open a new book
You would be some thing new

Yes I remember
But theres nothing that I feel
Here to remind me, nothing now here to do
I have nothing but pains for the memory
Your not even a fact or a smell
So untill you are actually bold
I will count you as cold
Some where in a dream I can't hold


Details | Rhyme | |

Brave Heart


You were at that time barely a lad Waking up so cruely to the evil ways of men. So much pain in your eyes I've seen, And all I could do, is to give you, that bouquet, then. Like a breeze the years passed us by, You grew up into the finest man and a fair maid I became. Till a very good day among us again you returned And with all your love you stirred my heart's flames. Somehow we both knew it just right there and then That one way or the other we were both meant to be. Our love was sealed from the beginning to the end of time And forever and ever you and I we would always be. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp200 Copyright@2014 Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2014


Details | Blank verse | |

It'll Be Okay

Hold my hand, don't ever let go
close your eyes, it'll save you from
the war we're in. Innocence doesn't matter.
Can you smell the burning embers?

Cling to me, I'll protect you.
The horrors surrounding us won't
Taint you no matter how hard they
try i promise.

I scream and you cry. It's just another day on the train,
Cold and starving, surrounded
by others dressed in filth.

Death's perfume rest in
The air. Filling our lungs
Making it so hard to breathe.
"It'll be okay"

My hands cover your ears
in hope that the others' tears
wont haunt your dreams too.
Can you smell the burning embers??

In the distance, I hear
Their orders. Slowly,
The crowd moves
Taking you from me.

Our fingers cling to each other
As dirty tears slip down our faces.
They come and rip you away.
There's nothing I can do.


a number is put on my arm.
Have they branded you the way they
Did me?? All of us are
Treated like we're parasites

My dignity is destroyed
when they force me to take
off my clothes. I cry again
When cold water splashes Me

Herded with the others,
I try to find you but
to no avail. My head hangs
When i realize that I'm alone

Days and weeks pass.
Night is the worst, the
cold cuts into me like
a knife through butter.

a light shone into my eyes
forces me awake. They grab me
from the ground and
push me into a room.

Again, they take away my
rags. Naked, I'm forced into
A small room with
Showerheads.

Fingers touch my shoulder,
I turn to see you and shout
with happiness as we embrace.
The showers turn on.

Your eyes water and
I cough. It's suddenly
hard to breathe. we
cling togetger and cough.

around us, others
are falling. together,
we collapse. I smile.
"It'll be okay."


Details | I do not know? | |

For Mother Teresa

For Mother Teresa

to see...

the clarity of beauty between the murky folds of life

to see...

the simple truths of living
between the horror and the endless strike

to see...

the innocent smiles of the children at play
while the elder preach hate and division and continue to slay

to see...

the endless yearning for that simpler better place
away from the hollow emptiness of this ostentatious space

to see...

the open vistas of this pale blue dot
the soft reds and fruity greens as this home is all we have got

to see...

the tears of the dispossessed who have been cruelly cast aside
and while we look the other way from their tears we may never hide

to see...

the endless hunger and despair and killing and greed
in the name of God or of ideology or of some or the other creed

to see...

and to see it all

and still stand tall

to hold on to the humanity

that resides deep within us all

may be our only saving grace

and though all of this sounds quaint and saccharine sweet

I need to remember all that I've said

the next time I look into a teary-eyed desolate face

to see...

that being human is simple if we only look beyond ourselves and see

that we are all one, him and her and them and us and you and me...



Details | Rhyme | |

A Soldiers Salute

Bombs keep on falling
Bullets keep flying
No matter how brave
Our soldiers are dying

Held in their trenches
Under the rain
With photos of families
Mixed memories and pain

Marching through fields
Thinking of home
And if there'll ever be peace
On our troublesome dome

Beyond the horizon
They hope for the door
To enter their home
And behind leave the war

Wives all indoors
Thinking the worst
Individually hoping
Not to be cursed

Hoping for peace
Through the flight of a dove
Praying to God
The safe return of their love

One minute of silence
Is what they may say
Though it seems not enough
For the price they do pay

Love, Thanks and Respect
Seems the only way
To salute our brave soldiers
On their remembrance day.


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Tipping

Gracious smiles, a waiter waiting.
The service: quite nice actually.
The drinks cool and food sating
My average appetite factually;

Who knew they had coca cola here
In the middle of the desert... odd
Isn’t it? I ordered water and beer
And here arrives our saviour, god

And leader, dressed in a brown
Shirt despite the pre-mentioned
Heat. He never wears a frown,
Even at rush hour not tensioned.

7.30 comes and goes, morning
Or night, we arrive, are seated
And eat. The waiter is fawning
But nice, the food is all treated

And we eat it all up, fulfilled by
A fountain of beverages he will
Provide. Full, we give a goodbye,
And place tips away from the till

So the manager cannot see, risky
Business. But how to divide the
Cost? Calculators grant only frisky
Fractions, I only had a mint tea!


Details | Prose Poetry | |

LOVE ON DEATH LINE

I have not eaten today,
But my heart is filled
Not hungry of affection.
I had a fill of you last night
A fill of you for a life time

All around us are walking corpses
Corpses of political disregard
Humans of no nations
Even when they are bona-fide citizens
Your blood and mine flows in them

The government abhors the poor
Feeds them with empty promises
Shoves them through the door
They pay the bills
For social amenities they can’t find
Pay taxes for their castles 
Government built in the air
But we know their ancestors
Filthy dogs eating from the king’s crumbs
No; Lets not unknot the knot
Soon a messiah might heed us

In heaven’s book of life,
I heard the poor names are there
In here’s book of life
It is deleted.
Thus, in your head,
Lays your kingdom and glory 
Get rich or die trying
Or; be their poor and keep sulking.

Well, like them I saw… 
I have not eaten
Flesh gone weak to skeleton
Nevertheless, 
The solitude of love within
Keeps me living; I am breathing
But I am moving,
Towards your direction
I see your beam

I feel new
When I see you
From my heart 
Seeps through the rays of the sun
Its fun; this love on death line
We survived the genocide
We survived the war
We survived love
We survived us
I love you too.

This poem is dedicated to the abused tribes of Rwanda and Nigeria during their respective civil wars resulting in near human annihilation. Though time has passed, we still feel your pains chilling our bones. The survivors.


Details | Free verse | |

Mystery guy part

   Magic is it possible I can feel this feeling when i'm next to you.

 I feel free from problems from all the issues and then I come back and your no where 
to be found. 

    No I yell this was my chance but it was only a dream and I can't stop 
crying.

 It felt so real, how did they know I grabbed on to my sheets real hard 
because my dreams are just teasing me.

 Another poem about that past love that you can never forget, it's like a knife being 
stuck straight in my heart I can't feel the pain because the love was never there in the 
first place.

 It hurts so bad and sometimes it doesn't I can almost remember a time when I wasn't 
this stuck to him. 

  It was a time for carelessness and a time for laughs I didn't have this memory yet 
and i'm starting to think i'm going mad.

 Sometimes I feel like deleting this one thing that keeps me focused on you like a kid 
on candy. 

   I feel like I could never move on... it's funny how hearing you name could make me 
feel all over again.

 The worst part about this is that it never got finished and I wanted to hear the rest 
of the song.

    Lonely, A funny word sometimes it's laughable sometimes it's a crying 
tantrum spilled moment.

     A cloud has been hanging over my head for nearly forever dark and thundering 
shooting rain down my noes making me lose breath and lose focus. 

   Calling, shouting, beating, bleeding then the cloud finally lifts and I can't help 
missing it.

   It tortured me and made me feel weak and now that's it's gone I can't 
help screaming for the rain.

   Come back to me I say honestly I was fine getting 
soaked but it's gone and all I can see is blue skies and that lonely remembrance 
that I am alone.


Details | Free verse | |

Camille

Wake up to find its not just a dream, 
the morning rips a new wound of reality. 
Forever gone, Forever missing, 
All the regrets building up inside of me. 
I could have been better, 
cause you were the best, 
I love you with everything 
now you took your last breath. 
You went, happily 
and chased the birds over that rainbow bridge, 
I hope your watching from above c
ause when you left you took a part of my heart

...RIP My Beautiful Puppy. I Love You Camille Baby?


Details | Ballad | |

Best Buds Forever

I still remember that day when you were a kitten,
You were so small and fit in my hand like a mitten.
I knew when I held you I would raise you,
The love I felt was more than true.
I was with you at my grandma's till I could take you home, 
Then the journey of raising you began...

We brought you home and I showed you our house,
I still remember when you saw your first mouse.
You jumped out of my arms and made your attack,
I stood there and watched you get your afternoon snack.
Then we were deciding on names for you,
I just felt something with dexter and knew it was true.
I was only 8 and didn't know any better,
I did some things that I still regret.

I tormented you so bad,
Looking back it makes me sad.
But I grew up and knew how to take care of you,
Even though what I did when I was younger made me feel blue.
You grew up so fast,
I never thought me and you as buds would last.
But it did I'm so proud for that,
Because in the end your my cat.

Then came the day we would move into a bigger house,
But you never again got a hold of a mouse.
You were so scared but I took you under my wing.
I showed you around the house and you were so happy.
I redeemed myself from everything I had done.

Things got better between us as the days flew by,
The love strong that were flying so high together in the sky.
You greet me when I walk through the door,
I feel so touched that I fall to the floor.
I cherish every second that your on my bed or just saying hi in my room,
The smile that's on my face brings a tear that would make flowers bloom.

Now your all grown up and still getting older,
The temperature in my heart has gotten colder.
So cold because I know your time is soon up,
I'm struggling to figure out how full is my cup.
I only wish you could live longer and we still be together,
But we will always be best buds forever.


Details | I do not know? | |

SPIRIT OF DIALOGUE

In the name of God
Most Merciful, Beneficent
The Gracious and Compassionate
That a difference does not exists

We are making
We are making harmony
In the eyes of God
Solidarity comes, Sincerity in our hearts
Sensitivity in our senses
That a difference does not exists

We are living
We are living in the world of God
Nothing can change this world of God
That a difference does not exists

Oh, God we cry for Peace!
Oh, God we cry for Peace!
And understand other living faiths
That a difference does not exists


Written for Poeple's Dialogue
Zamboanga City, Sulu


Details | Ode | |

HIS WEALTH 2

our children dacing
dacing at the sight of lighted bulbs
like when the eclipse occured
but their hope dashed

but his wealth  is intact
for his greatest grand children
children that are more equal
more equal than the others

our mouths now salivates
on seeing mere nuts
like dogs for bones
bones of our lost sons

sons last seen on april
april of the pools
pools of ballots
ballots of inec

our stomach now speak
speak like the dogs
dogs that came beyond the sea
but they have learnt
learnt to look
look since their demands were not meet

our youths now play in moonlight
play games in the sand
games out of fustration
fustration  due to lack of job

our graduates now employed
employed in barrow pushing company plc
with first class honours
obtained from war front

our universities now battle fields
our wards soliders
only to come home
with paper to prove it

all their hopes in it
in the designed paper
paper that cannot feed
even the fetus in the woman

they made him believe them
them that are beyond the sea
that his wealths are safe
though they beautify their land with it

he knew not that the value of  
his wealth has been used
used to tare their roads
used to build schools
used to build hospitals
used to make things better
used to empower their people
used to make them what they claim
those beyond the sea

though his wealth are safe
it have generated hundred times
to say the least, its worth
he claims to be rich,

the cock that crew
the dogs that bark
the cricket that creaks
the youths that riots
the children that cries

all are saying in Unison
wake up and behave
like a black though are
for our blood flows in you

let them know that we have an origin
our origin so strong
our strenght so wisely use
our wisdom cannot be decieved

wake up and take from them
the wealth they took from us
wake up and suprise them
and make our homes the dream land

the dream land of our fathers
those that fought till sleep came
and those that still wait for sleep to emerge

wake up and let them know
that our wealth we can manage
to make our homes eden
the eden our fathers lived in

For our tribes are stong
as strong as the lion
the lion accros the equator
our home the heart of Africa


Details | Free verse | |

Questioning The Right Answer

Time and time again
Things will come and go.
Life will run,
Deaths can show.

But it's not the time
That must be watched.

It's the things done
In life that make
What was to what is.

Tears will fall
Laughter will be heard
Fights will happen
Love will appear.

Yet,

Time and time again
One will wonder.

Why this?
Why me?
Why them?

But only in time will
The actions show.

Pain, love, hate, joy.
Tears, smiles, laughs, frowns.

Life...

It's a gift.
A privilege.
A right. 

It's a test
It's a fight,


It's easy to pass or fail
It's easy to win or lose.
 

See the definition of life,
Don't live it like a book.


Write stories as they happen!
Lead NOT follow.


In the end,
The life You live
Is the life You choose.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Life She Has Always Wanted

There’s a girl, sitting at the back of the bar.
Waiting for a glimpse of the life that she’s always wanted.
She’s not looking for a fairy tale or gold.
Just a little work, and some love not from the usual mold.
He walks in with promises, ending in heartbreak and tears.
She drowns him out slowly, with new dreams and a few beers.
The girl sitting at the back of the bar.
Waiting for a glimpse of the life she’s always wanted.
Two years have passed, not much has changed.
She still comes each week to sit at her corner table.
Some work, many dreams, and a few beers become her label.
The women all judge her inside their private mind.
Small town men buy her a drink, wink and smile, but aren’t her kind.
The girl sitting at the back of the bar.
Waiting for a glimpse of the life she has always wanted.
She has big dreams of life, love, and the woman that she wants to be.
I sit across the bar, wishing she’d look just once more to me.
I turned my back, messed up not long ago.
She told me that she loved me, but she had to go.
I failed to show her my love, I’d hurt her badly.
Breaking her heart blindly, while loving her madly.
That girl sitting at the back of the bar.
Waiting for a glimpse of the life that she has always wanted.
Pulling the ring from my pocket, my jaw stubbornly clenching.
I push through the crowded room, and voice my intention.
Dear Beth, I will love you forever. I’m down on my knees!
Just give me one last chance, and marry me please.
That was two years ago yesterday.
And still my love grows more every day.
For the girl sitting at the back of the bar.
Waiting for a glimpse of the life she has always wanted.
As I nod and thank the bar tender, and add to his tips.
I pick up two drinks, turn to the back of the bar, a smile on my lips.
Cause there is my girl, sitting at the back of the bar.
Living the dreams of the life that she’s always wanted.

                                                                                       Summer Gratias


Details | Rhyme | |

MY DREAM VACATION: VENICE

I'd like to see Venice,
the city of eternal peace
to which poets and painters flock;
the sunset' hues are impressive at dusk.  


I'd like to ride in a gondola,
and admire La Serenissima
while the venetian gondolier sings a familiar song
that everybody loves...row gentler as you sing!


I'd like to join the Venice Carnival, and be somebody's handsome groom,
on the most eerie night, when there's a crowd in the Marco Polo ballroom...
in the palace everybody wears a vague mask and a bizarre costume;
be aware of the friendly ones who, with charm, have the intention to lure.


I'd like to watch the luminiscent moon 
rise over the Dome of Saint Mark's Basilica at night;
and for once without a visible, depressing spot...
it should smile at me while I croon.


I'd like to embrace that lovely woman
with eyes as green as the grass of a meadow;
and will she recognize me and forgive me again,
or sadly remain a broken-winged sparrow?


I'd like to bask in the warm sunshine
as the huge Adriatic sky becomes a real light blue;
and under Il Ponte dei Respiri I will glide
in that gondola as she lies next to me with a smile so true. 


Translation: La Serenissima ( The Most Serene ),
Il Ponte dei Respiri ( Bridge Of Sighs ).

Entered in Linda-Marie Bariana's contest,
" Viva Vacation "


Details | Lyric | |

Esther Arbuthnott 1847 Her Ancient Photograph

          ESTHER ARBUTHNOT--1847 From Her Ancient Photograph
While the rain is falling gently on the roof it makes the sound,
of a time that's long forgotten, though it seems to hang around,
I can hear you breathing lightly from an Irish dream I've known,
it has come to Pennsylvania where you've found me here alone.

All the way from County Down, you were a dream I had to find,
though so long you were forgotten, you were always on my mind.
In your photograph your eyes are reaching out, perhaps for me,
I can feel you when I see you, but I never really see.

In your Book of Shadows, reading, is another person's sin,
but you open it to anyone who's wanting to come in.
There's a candle always burning in my window late at night,
and I'd love you in a moment, but that wouldn't make it right.

Can you hear the raindrops falling? County Down's so far away,
or perhaps it's just forgotten, like a dreary Irish day,
I can feel it when you're smiling, in the Heaven of your eyes,
love is gone and you've been dying, and it's then I realize,

you have found it all in Heaven, and it's such a part of you,
all the sad you had been living in this life will have to do.
it's an Irish kind of feeling, to be dying when you're dead,
and a lot of Irish whiskey only lightens up your head.
       © ron  wilson


Details | Verse | |

Cold Brittle Truth

As a race
We chase the tail of approval
As a race
Cowardice abides
Dissonant souls
And dreary eyes
Measly lies
And tensions rise

As a whole 
We march to the melancholy drum
And bathe in the scum
Of what we've become

Oh sadness, my old companion
You, who tore me from childhood fantasy
You, who made my joy a fallacy
You

Seldom is the heart
In a place willing to give
In a place worthy of peace
You're living, at least
Though you may not want to live

As a tribe
We cannot deny
As a tribe
We can no longer lie
Or divided, and lost
We all will die


Details | Sonnet | |

Eternal Sparrow

Two thousand years ago a tiny bird
Loved by a Roman beauty met his death.
Catullus, a poet, was by passion stirred
And penned light lines, as fresh as baby’s breath.
“She loved him more than her own eyes,” wrote he,
“For he was gentle.” Furthermore he told
Of their affection pure that held the key
To sacred love, precious to her as gold.
That sparrow and his mistress live anew,
In everlasting, perfect adoration.
Catullus told their tale. There’s no adieu
And their true bond still offers inspiration.
A poem can send echoes throughout time,
To touch our hearts today with love sublime.



Details | Rhyme | |

617 Squadron " The Flight Home "

Brave men brought together
To fly the bombers
To hamper the power
 
Enlistment their will 
To serve the free
All humble men 
As history will see
 
Hearts shaking
On this white knuckle ride
Hero's them all
Side by side
 
Outbound flights
Planes lost
Their families and friends
Count the cost
 
Target reached
Heavy flak
How many of them
Will make it back
 
They turn for home
Chased by the Hun
Machine guns ripping
Flesh so young
 
Wounded they slump
Bullet ridden
Bloodied bodies
Sodden
 
The coast of England up ahead
Welcomes the live
And will remember the dead
 
Distant engines
The airfield hears
Crippled planes
Grow near and near
 
Families gather as they fly over
Did their loved ones
Pass the cliffs of Dover
 
Ambulance, tenders
Race to the scene
Pieces of man
Their life no longer a dream
 
Carried in care 
Blanketed shroud
Dads and sons
Did their country proud
 
The airmen who walked out
Turned and looked to the sky
This mission by men
As they wonder why
 
Pain and suffering 
For the right to be free
As the future has thanked
As we look back and see.
 
 
Dedicated to all who served, to allow us to write and read.
We can fire our words, but they will never make us bleed.


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


Details | Limerick | |

The Grass is Greener

We’re not called upon to choose anything we live through;
Neither parent nor sibling nor school nor form of sinew;
Neither colour of hair or eye or skin,
Nor love or hate, nor loss or gain
Nor opportunities nor whence we come. So much is true.

But as much as this truth I hold as true as sunlight,
I know that painful times will time to time alight
When with bitter phlegm you curse
The earth where you breathed first
And wish your day of birth were scratched by He with might.

I know. Same feelings have plagued my adult soul
And the wish for better home to make each day whole
Has been dashed by shameful news,
Where Hope, seeing Hitler, and 94’s Hutus,
Needs to hide its youth to stall the death toll.

But amidst pain, hate and bottled despair rife
There’s the rare love, innocent and hardly grasping to life.
For here, we can give our all
When we choose to keep you from a fall.
We really do it: humble, loving…just like the Lord’s life.

Yes, it’s easier to perceive the weeds in one’s garden
For the pastures beyond gleam in our myopia, hiding their burden.
And seeing that weed can cast a shadow
On all that’s sweet, but cause much ado
About the bitter parts, and it day by day your heart will harden.

Think of the evening breeze on the night grill,
Feeding the flames of a delicious family fish meal.
Think of hitting the unadulterated
Lands of hills where ancient rivers percolated
And happy goats skip, and cattle graze and one can feel

Life whizzing through rustling leaves of dancing old tree or reed,
Playing the music our ancestors learned to read,
Making your lungs touch their purpose,
Dazzling your eyes like a Jabbawockeez pose,
The music we’ve forgotten as we focus on some RSS feed.

Think of the youths wise with tradition re-enacting solemnly
The dances and music handed down from before when Ptolemy
Phrased ancient philosophical data,
To the time of the expansive empire of Sundiatta
Beads stomping the dust frantically in musical poetry.

Picture the pure darkness which crowds the silent night air,
Unveiling the marvellous dotted and scattered there
In the moonlit heavenly canvas,
Watching us from light years past,
And we fascinated by the sparkling magic they share.

So to sum it all up, I know it cannot be perfect,
And sometimes I rant and make massive graffiti of its defects,
But this home my parents chose
Still draws my spirit close,
For the bond is deeper, far deeper than human senses can detect.

(c) Nyonglema


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

YOU SAID IT WAS FOR MY PROTECTION

Our very first goodbye
How hard I tried not to cry
That day I saw a tear glisten in your eye
You said it was for my protection
But I lost your love, your affection

Left with an open wound inside
It was based on one big lie
I remember dancing on your feet
I wish I could hug you, hear your heartbeat

Our first goodbye, was also our last
How I treasure the memories of the past
Nine years and still in war
No peace, no gain, just blood and pain
So I ask you;
What did my daddy die for? 


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Conquistador's Lament

"The Conquistador's Lament"
 By Rachel Heffington

"Oh, to have a seniorita
Waiting for me in my casa
As the sun of dear Hispania
Speeds me home-a, fast an' fasta'
And to have the seniorita
say 'twas me her heart was for-a...
I would give all of my galleons
For a girl who I adore-a.

But I'm lone and lorn and wasted
In this colony in Flor'da
With not a single lady
Who would dare to cross the borda'.
I have doubloons by the thousands
And jewels by the score-a,
But I'd throw it in the ocean
For one girl who I'd adore-a.

I would tear my silken waistcoat
And rend my lace cravat-a
And burst my diamond buttons
If I thought 'twould help the matta'
But it's useless-truly useless
For the dreary thing is sure-a:
America has pinned me
And there's no one to adore-a!"


Details | Rhyme | |

The Story Of Job

The Story of Job I'm sure you remember the story of Job. God's blessings in his life were greatly bestowed. The Devil came to speak to God one day. "I'm sure Job will curse you if I take everything away." Everything in Job's life seemed to be getting worse. Through all of this, to God, he never cursed. All that he had-was soon to ge gone. His "friends" told him it "was his fault-he was wrong." He blessed God in spit of all they had said. He would praise God until the day he was dead. In all the loss and the turmoils. His body would soon be covered with boils. He loved God even though he lost his possessions. Spending eternity in heaven was his obsession. If everything in your lie was taken from you. Would you bless or curse God -what would you do? Is he more important than your house or s.u.v.? Would you give him up for a "big screen t.v.?" Is he your prized possession whom you love so much? Or are you using Christianity as simply a crutch? For one day soon-all you have will certainly perish. Is it God--or this world-- you love and cherish? By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Port of Call

Port of Call


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,
swoons,

and dips.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.


Details | Sonnet | |

Riding to Antioch

I ride hard for the ridge top and I see 
The walls of Orontes girded Antioch
And beyond the sea.  A gateway, a fee, 
Bars the way but for a moment nonplus.
I must get home, for I journeyed for us.
I endured horrid thirst and pain anew
To cross the vast desert to be with you.
To my heart, you hold the orichalc key. 
You are the cause I rush I do not mock.
I ache to see you golden and you me.
I am your Ganymede and Patroclus.
You are my god Zeus and my Achilleus.
I take off my tunic, you yours and shoe,
I am fired by that look you give askew.


Details | I do not know? | |

hate

i hate him 
hes the worst 
i love is just a mask 
you hid behind.

don't count me as a fool
i can see your snarl 
right threw.

i hate your nasty, sneaky ways.
you did have me at hello.
but now i caught your bluff

be gone you betrayer 
you lustful jerk

iv caught you right handed 
that's it your busted..

say bye now you'll never see me again
you'll never be able to hurt me
to tare me inside out

be gone you betrayer
be gone you lustful jerk.


Details | Epyllion | |

Wild Vanilla

Cerberus bleeds through copper  tablets.
The red skinned angel spews the truth
Of ages.  Of wood: we sing hollow
Hosannas:  too many fragments 
Of light – flutter past the eyelids.

I wait.  Impatiently – push stones
Through needle eyes.  Honey 
Combed monsters breath deep. Mimic
Lies told by cloaked creatures living
On shadow time.

The flesh forever green.  Pillars of fire
Illuminate infinity.  Here comes the 
(dis)believer of the free word. Those
that stain us – rule.  Hypocrisy of the 
one that deigned himself God.

Later, the fly awakens.  Time to leave,
The dream has finally run out.


Details | Narrative | |

Washed Away My experience with Katrina

Innocent victims cry in the dark
Forced to take refuge in that park
Such wrath began to fall
For I shall never forget the day I got that call
Silence and sorrow heavy in the air
It was like nothing I could ever compare
Days turned to weeks
Thousands take dwelling beseeching for any relief
Thousands left waiting in utter disbelief 

I was supposed to be deployed
Yet an injury kept me here
My fellow workers attacked at the dome
Traumatized and in complete fear some had to return home
I feel so guilty
So guilty I should have been there
Innocent victims crying
Innocent victims now dying

An event so devastating
The stench of death filled the air 
We could not fathom something so unfair 
I counseled innocent victims
Still sticking strong to their convictions 
I still recall every haunting voice
Confused, frustrated and displaced
Innocent victims left without a choice

Families torn apart on that day
The day the levees broke
Families losing all hope
My job was to help them cope
Innocent victims left to cry in a park
Fear increases when light turns to dark
Like declaring Martial Law
Lives washed away, all humanity started to fall

On the dawn of a new day
So joyous… even an atheist bowed her head to pray
The media coverage was what really brought aid
Oh no!
Politicians began to look bad so of course something had to be done
Late in action but at least more help had come
There is still work to be had
Many left permanently sad
Entering in hundreds of names to locate the missing or those declared dead
Debriefed each night just to clear my head
I still remember so clearly the desperation and panic
When Katrina came in August 
Life turned frantic
Overwhelming emotions; I felt completely manic 
I will never forget the victims I helped in such grief
I hope when the bodies were identified; I wish just some…
Some could give a sigh of relief

It is important we do not forget those still suffering
The child who didn’t get the last kiss
The parents who will be dearly missed
We all have the ability to help
1,836 people dead!
Work together and ease the sorrow… 
Another disaster could just happen tomorrow
Make time to reach out 
So many innocent victims still in need
We all are capable of doing a good deed


Details | Quatrain | |

Another Kind of Man

To be intrusive to another's mind to taste what the hells going on
To be different from other men as they sing a different song
For this, this blind man seeks to be the seeker to see and scan
To go inside the mind of another, another kind of man

History has shown and reminded of the monsters that have been
This trait of human man, as each generations scene
What makes us be so different, to hurt whom we care and love
Is it some form of weakness we allure, against family loving doves

As I enter their minds even deeper, the appalling rise to view
Standing proud in their deathly mask, their hurting of others true
Rapists, serial killers and dictators, or even the family man
What possesses their power to indulge, that this blind man can't even scan

My thoughts go out to you all, who have suffered at the hands of man
Evolution is not the answer, to really be who they can
This blind man he said to me, if I look into you what will I find
My reply to him was simple, I'm just a different kind 









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-6.php


Details | Rhyme | |

By the Window she Waits

She stands by the window
Looking out over the blue
For soon he will sail home
He lover oh so true

It was many weeks ago
From Valletta harbour he sailed
For the Atlantic cause
Following the convoy trail

From its industrial ports
On America's east coast
The war efforts cargo
Must never be lost

Tankers and freight
Ammunition and foods
To serve the heroic
As we deservedly should

Corvette's on the peripheral
Scouting for the packs
For these demons from the deep
And their torpedo attacks

Action stations
As the packs are discovered
Sonar kicks in
For the depth charge shower

The surface explodes
In showers of spray
As lookouts view
Any debris display

The sighting of bubbles
And traces of oil
One of the wolves is maimed
Another statistic war spoil

Days pass 
As Liverpool is reached
A rare sight indeed
For a convoy not breached

This Corvette of the brave
And the hero's who have manned
Continue on their journey
To the North African lands

By the Bay Of Biscay
Into the Gibraltar Straights
Down the Mediterranean
To Valletta where she waits




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-9.php


Details | Senryu | |

That September Day in 2001

Two thousand seven Hundred and fifty victims Murdered, Rest in Peace My entry into Nathan's 9-11 contest http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/america.php


Details | Couplet | |

History

History has a funny way of always coming out to play peeping through with fierce, red eyes seeing through my well worn disguise there's something there I can't explain like an exception to deceipts sick game I trust him with my deepest thoughts he completes me, this is for what I have sought all I can do is trust his word trust is not that absurd that's what makes this demon called past merely a memory that will last I can't complain to be fair I look in the mirror see what's standing there the wall is still here, it's yet to go but in my eyes I see room to grow I want him here that man I trust the one that makes me want mto adjust here by my side to hold my hand and walk with me through complicated land to know the real me, know everything I think we both deserve this trusting thing So history come out to play just know I'm not going to run away.


Details | ABC | |

ALPHABET SOUP L

I am the letter L so happy to be
The L stands for Laurel a beautiful wreath for all to see
I stand out for Love and Living a good life
the L for Laurel is loving and caring and so much living of life
No other letter would I want to be, L for Laurel
Is Love and Laurel and these combined 
Get this letter I am truly amazed
For actually its Laurel Larison for my alphabet name is L for all time 


Details | Acrostic | |

The One That Got Away

Tears of the heart wash away what is forgotten.
Heartaches spoil the tenacity of what to remember.
Eventually all things fade, both righteous and ill-gotten.

Our lives make choices even when we do not enable.
No-one will ever say that one person makes their mistakes.
Each one of us has held repercussions of a label.

Truth is we all lost something, though we know not what.
Hearing of others loss we feel compassion to give a lot.
Amid our own losses we harbor guilt, without thought.
Traveling, sometimes not understanding what is sought.

Great loves and friendships are forfeited, for no reason.
Our passion placed on hold, till rise of another season.
Taking tolls on our spirit, blaming all, on a certain demon.

A deficit of affection plays a role in which we become.
Women or men, whom leave or are cast, will succumb.
Another shall bring warmth, building a new rhythm.
Yea though, the one that got away shall bring wisdom.


written for
Sponsor Thvia Shetley 
Contest Name The one who got away 


Details | Pastoral | |

The language of migration

Despite the climate challenge with traffic congestion on the road,
there’s still a driving urge to go out and celebrate the Eucharist;
it’s a great deal of commitment to God who’s the source of life,
his language connotes an embodiment of love for our salvation.

Braving the difficulties in coping with the details of missionary life,
such as culture, language, climate, food and many others in foreign lands;
our faith gets tested, our humility gets challenged, and our identity revealed
and these comprise the foundation of being a missionary to other people.

In places where we learned to love the people of different cultures,
the need to adopt, acculturate, and realign to the mysteries of being a migrant,
continues to witness the movements and other signs of the times;
a world replete with endless search drawn from different human experiences.

It’s pretty common as a pervading theme across the passages in the bible;
the word migration that has a powerful connotation and rich in literature,
oh, as the holy scriptures say: “you shall not oppress an alien; you well know
how it feels to be an alien, since you were once aliens yourselves in the land of Egypt.” 

The advent of a wide range of issues about the struggles in today’s migration,
with varying reactions characterized by principles, ethnic and religious devotion;
a certain perspective is formed according to Christian beliefs and aspirations
that migrants no matter who they are, deserve respect and societal insertion.

Lured by the promise of work and better opportunities that await somewhere,
people across the globe try their luck and take the risk to cross the land,
it’s viewed with deeper reflections like those of mostly Catholic Irish who came by,
their large influx in this country of America during the height of potato blight.

True to form, this parallels the new waves of Hispanic immigration
along with Asians, Africans, and other migrant groups with their history and cultures
truly, it’s a cycle that brings out the commonality of human quest and ambition;
with assimilation and determination to maintain and improve their life situations.


Details | Rhyme | |

How Much Longer Will Our Country Last


As I see more ungodly laws being passed… I wonder; “how much longer will our country last?” As many believe that God is no longer needed… A tide of wickedness has relentlessly proceeded! Many kind of ungodly acts on t.v. are displayed.. As the colors of the rainbow are often portrayed! A tremendous tide of filth and sin greatly abounds! Where are the righteous? Where can they be found? It’s time to think of where our freedom came from! The blessings of God, we certainly received them! Our country’s taking the wrong direction! It’s almost like we have a deep ungodly infection! It’s time America, to return to the God of the Bible! And refuse to worship and entertain false idols! On our coins, “in God we trust.’ Is what it reads…. But deep inside, our country “spiritually bleeds!” Out only hope is in Christ! And him alone! We need his principles of truth in our homes! He is and will always be the one who’s provided! Without him…. A path to destruction is decided! If there was ever a time… We need God this hour! We can’t make it under our own strength and power! Please come Lord Jesus! And touch us by your hand! May there be a true repentance throughout this land! It’s only though Christ, that our country can have freedom within! As we come to God and seek forgiveness of sin! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Haiku | |

Life

Life…

A drop from the sky
A single look or a smile
Touching.. leaving ...you


 *** A day of rain brings the beauty of nature,
                        A single look and a smile, brings hope and new relationships...
                                     A person who passes by may have a life long impact in our lives.


Details | I do not know? | |

Trapped

A prisoner of darkness
Was all I could be.
Trapped and alone inside
Along a blackened sea
No one to hold me
To keep me alive
Completely abandoned
No reason to survive.

Then there was a light
Small but getting brighter
It drowned out the darkness
And made me a fighter. . .
Before i'd go with everything
And let them chain me down
Now I start to question them
I start to keep my ground.

Why should I let them stab me?
And see my blood run free
There's a reason that I need to live
To let myself be me.
No one holds me down
Without paying a price.
Why should they anger me
Then expect me to be nice?

I now... Have a beating heart
And a gleam in my eyes
Someone to kiss and hug me
And keep my soul alive.


Details | Free verse | |

911

Sixteen minutes 'til September eleventh. By the time I finish typing and editing... it 
will BE September 11th. I remember that day. In the kind of detail I don't 
remember most. Was horrible.. beyond horrible... don't think there's a word for 
what it was...

and yet...

and yet...

nice to have a date to hang our mourning 
our righteous indignation 
on

isn't it?

i mean...

911 is a lot catchier than

say...

April 6 through mid-July, 1994 
when at least 500,000 Tutsis and thousands of moderate Hutus 
died 
in 
genocide

yah, 500k

or

when ya look for stats on darfur.... 
they're vague... 
but ya KNOW 
in your heart... 


if ya still listen to it...

DO ya still listen to it???

that the suffering there 
outstrips 911 
to the 
(poetrysoup does not allow this particular adjective)
MAX

i'm sorry people died in the world trade center 
i'm sorry there is hate on this planet 
but i WON'T hate with them

or with you

even if i love you 
i won't hate with you

BECAUSE

i love us.... 
all of us

including

you


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

what went wrong 2



What went wrong 2

Do you know why most men get married?
They get married
Not because of the companionate friendship with her 
Nor of the love affection or conviction for her
Nor the intimate connection of submissiveness to each other

But it is with the intention to have a male child 
As patriarchal superiority is evident in every culture
Most culture denied her of her self-dignity
Her self-worth was valued at a price
She was told she doesn’t have a voice or a choice
She was told to be blindly submissive to the male

She was labeled with many names
She been called a witch to be burned…a bitch to be messed
Culture has many names for her
She is the one who is possessed with demons
She is the virgin to be used as sacrifice to man-made-gods

She is betrothed from childbirth to a man without her consent
Since she cannot choose her lover…she is helplessly in love
Or to a wealthy family friend’s male child…or an old rich male
For repayment of debt…or in exchange of goods and services
Or used as a bait to build formidable alliance out of selfish interest

Since the female child is seen as a second class citizen
So the wife soul is enslaved in such reality
To produce a male child at all cost as if she's the giver of Child
As she seek for a male child through the darkest night
Always praying to God the giver and hoping for light

As pressure surrounds the place of labor
And she prays to her god to die if she gave birth 
To a second-class citizen such as she is
And at most times she is abandoned 
When he learns it was she again
Other times she commits suicide to elope this shameful world

Until he stops the discrimination and forceful domination
Until he accepts each sex as gift from God
And identify with the strength the female possess
To support him with her independent choices

If he does not identify with his own fault and accept her flaws
And recognize that better than syndrome is a deception
Since nobody is good or perfect except God 
That love is the ability to accept her weakness

And without her given the same platform to develop as the male
Without her functioning according to how she was designed by the Creator
To co-exist in family life…public life…business life
Without her coming to his rescue…and free him from his stereotyped burdens
Without accepting that he can not achieve it but needs her
He will forever despise the precious gift that is for him to explore 
Without been able to love her unconditionally and endlessly


Details | Rhyme | |

Insomnia and Nostalgia

Each person has a lonely night
Where their mind thinks and wanders
Wishing all night to go to sleep
Yet, all they do is ponder

It causes faith to be lost
When these two things do entwine
Childhood hobbies, now all gone
And only left in the mind

How one wishes to bring it all back
To life where it brings them joy
The summer-break trips and family reunions
Or each Christmas with an awesome new toy

Can it be seen, nowadays
That everyone has these moments
Flashbacks that make them wish once more
To be young, sadly those dreams remain dormant

These restless nights one can endure
Makes the mind and soul grow weak
So many things from the present and past
That are all things they seek

It is not a trip to Istanbul
Or a winning lottery ticket
It is the simple pleasures one has in life
And the memories, that will make it


Details | Rhyme | |

This Fourth Of July


This 4th Of July To my fellow Americans, during this 4th of July. I have a thought.. . Here's why… When we salute our flag ever so grand. Our country's foundation is sinking in "quicksand." This is because. From God... We're way "off course." Driven by lust, greed and an "immorality force ." Our ungodly government continues to rule. Anything of God has been removed from the school. We hear of "separation of church and state." Anything of God... Many people seem to hate! America! Listen to what this message is about! Everything of God is slowly being taken out! We must return to Jesus!... He gives true freedom indeed!. The truth word of God’s . Our country must read! Living for God is worth the cost! Without HIM... America is forever lost! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Quatern | |

MORE THAN WHITE SKIN

I am more than white skin,
my sight never rejects any other color 
darker or lighter than mine...
I hate prejudice, but kindness I share. 


I am more than white skin,
my forefathers came from distant lands,
I was often told, to settle in those places...
where a great civilization began.


People stare and compare with much apparent hostility,
I didn't wish to be more than white skin,
to be smeared with guilt for the unfairness and cruelty
of my kindred, who treated others with scorn.


Those bigots, who acted like pirates, had a mind so ungodly and primitive:
to kill, separate families who didn't have white skin,
and is all too relevant that greed was their objective....
if racism didn't exist, harmony among peoples would bring unification.  

 


Details | Rhyme | |

Protection

I was once captivated by the things you would say.
Just seeing you, would brighten up my day.
Now it seems as if that has all changed?
The only thing you do, is cause my heart more pain.
I wish I had known who you really were.
It wouldn't have been so hard.
The agony inside me, makes it hard to breathe.
The impact you had, was so hard to believe.
Now the walls are there, forever guarding my heart.
If only they had been there, to protect it from the start.


Details | Romanticism | |

painful december

main nay tujh ko banaya tha khuda apna
taray der ko banaya tha astan apna
jabeen na lakhoon sajday thay kiay
dil nay her shay sa tujhay barh ker chaha
rooh na kaee phool tujh pa nichawer thay kiay
tujhay daikhnay k bad aur kuch daikha na gaya
tujhay sochanay k bad kuch socha na gaya
bus ik tere talub the faqet tare talub
mayray mehboob tayray siwa aur kuch manga na gaya
phir kaee sujdon k bad barha lutnay k bad
mujh pay yeh raz khula
too koee khuda na tha bus ik pather ka sanum tha
tujh ko gharz na the koee mayray sujdoon maree duaoon say
mayre rooh mayray dil mare numnak nigahon sa
tum ko jism ke bhaint the matloob
tum ko ankhoon ke shararat sa matlub tha
badan k paich o khum sa
tum ko laboon ke hararat sa muhabat the
ay maree jan,aymayray devta,ab kuch too he bata
dasee tumharee ya kia karay
khud ke bhaint charha taray chernon main ya tayra astan pay jhukee rahay.reply


Details | Free verse | |

Living the Dream

I am living the dream.
I stand here today,
Cannot believe what I am about to say,
But I am living the dream.
At times, it's tough
And it is not always easy.
I might be condemned
For choosing this path in life;
Some may think it's too bag of a risk.
When we give it our all,
Our passion and our might,
We can overcome and forget the fear
To become who we are meant to be.
I stand here today,
Another tear ready to wipe away:
You can do all you aspire to do!
Set your mind and never give up!
If I can do it,
You can too!
I can't believe I'm about to say this,
But I am living my dreams.
I am living the dream.


Details | Haiku | |

'Moon-Rock... ' (Haiku # 12)

‘ Moon-Rock ’  Haiku # 12

Moon Rock, Craters, Crust
What Does This Terrain Adjust …
“ Earth Was Made For Us ! “


Details | Free verse | |

THE SAILOR'S RETURN

                                            THE SAILOR'S RETURN     

                                 Stalwart he is on the galley’s deck
                                        One foot propped reposed--
                                        Wind dancing through his wild hair red
                                 Lingering are we on distant bare rocked shore 
                                      his long horizon gaze flickers 
                                       over us and past
                                Across the water echoes a foreign song
                                      Lilting and delightful
                                      Skipping atop the water

                                 Has he come back to you
                                 Or
                                 Behind the kegs of ale
                                 Is there a soft one waiting--
                                 Eager for the warming of his bed


Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
12/ 15/2012


Details | I do not know? | |

Fragments Of Life

Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces.
Distant yet echoed through the listless years.
Grinding all emotion together in pain and love
and the melting begins to twist all the 
emotions into a spiral of hopelessness.
The fragment awakes.
and i find i missed the years of hope.
Hissing like snakes
tied around my neck like a rope!
Desolate and drenched in despair.
but a new hope enters with a different air.
Fragments entwined 
to form what's inside.


Details | Ballad | |

This Time

Please,
Kiss me softly,
Gently.
Don't hold back.
No stopping,
No thoughts,
No inhibitions.
Hold me with this,
This...
Feeling that you give me,
That one you used to use to make me...
Stop thinking,
Pause breathing,
Heart beating,
No, throbbing, feeling.
Please,
Give me this moment,
Give us this time.
Love me once more,
And please,
Leave me peacefully this time.
No hurt,
No pain,
No explanations.
Just leave
Quietly.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Soul Of A Stripper, Life Of A Housewife

The music thumps, the walls jump
She pole dances against the jamb
Dust rag in her right
Polish in her left hand

House is hers for a few hours
To fulfill a fantasy
Bump and grind it babe
The vacumn whiiiirrrs away

Shake that booty, strut that stuff
Transfer clothes in washer to dryer
Wearing faded blue jeans
Kick that leg up higher

Beds are made, bunnies dusted
She cat walks looking demure
Practises a sultry pout
Wiping spots from the mirror

Work the shoulders, drop to a deep squat
Then stick the tush up in the air
Family is due home very soon
Straighten her clothing with care

Greet the kids with hugs, husband with kisses
Getting  dinner to the table
While news plays in the background
Her life is happy, solid and stable

Dishes washed, kids off to sleep
Taking my husband by the hand
This housewife leads him to our room
Where her stripper soul takes command



Details | I do not know? | |

circle in the sand

what would you believe to be true?
a sun in the sky and the color of blue?
check to see what time it is…
and is this time a true truth too?
for you?
if we’re to count what really matters
would it be the drops or the oceans of waters?
~
Maya have a cycle and they call it Long
Consisting of ‘days’ that cycle to One.
Scholars translated the related data…
Stating in dates from a dated stela
That an ‘end’ was to come
For the world as we know it.
I asked for the rest to show it.
Modern cycles of time are related
To the point, I say, of being the same.
In the beginning, it was just a game
But a truth came out the more I played.
And if this truth is really true
Then what might it mean for me and you?
If the Mayan cycle to One it just means
That the rest are too.
We’ll start with a Great date of understanding
The Winter solstice of the 12th upon ending
Will complete the days count of three colors
Red Green and Blue…....... 18.7.2 000
We have the same color in the minutes it’s true…
1300 days is a count of Red Green and Blue.
1300 days as minutes are a 18.7.2 000 Too.
And how do I know this you say?
I only know it in the English kind of way
But 18 = R, 7 = G, and 2 = B see
Which makes black when the zeros are three
Too, this includes them all.
The trick was a spin in the eyes
They said ‘add’ to my surprise… and so I did
Add sum, because it’s said and is so
That once in every seventy two you know
There is the movement of One. Degree.
It was a mystery to me and something unseen
Like the physical physics of godly thing.
“Golden showers” Albert kept saying
Don’t be a coward his dare kept teasing
Could it be true his mind kept pushing
He wants to finish what he thinks is worth knowing…
So what can you touch in 24 miles
If you’re faster then light but stop for smiles?
A kiss from the color of a mind called hOurs
7800 days are the exact same colors, and
18.7.2 000 are used the same ways
1872000 are the hours in 7800 days
Two cycles combine to show whats true
And it is inDEEd; what I can show to you
Because I’m not an ’...ist’... or a phd
But I sure can count, in geek.can.ease…

7800 + 1300 = 9100 Soo, I counted…

1+2+3+4+5+6+7+8+9+10+11+12+13 = 91 oo… a lot.
...2+3+4+5+6+7+8+9+10+11+12+13 = 90 o….. and became a square for it ;)

9100 / 20 = 455
9100 / 13 = 700

20×13 = 260 Tzolkin sacred number…
Because we walk on them (26 bones each foot)… all five of us.
... see… there IS one more… and then it’s new.n
:)


Details | Haiku | |

Chardon

A normal day,
A boy sits down with his friends,
He sets his bag down.

They talk about plans,
Ans what's happening later,
They're all unaware.

The day turns drastic,
No one would have suspected,
That this would happens.

A gun is fired,
Into a group of students,
Their plans  are ruined.

My condolences.


Details | Free verse | |

The virtual reality of marble spoon pancakes

imagine on your four walls
you have a digital picture frame
all set with the perfect timing
of a roller coaster ride
i know what i would do in myspace

vanishing101

Imagine a round treadmill
a rounded sort of platform
to stand on
and with the sensor hanging around your neck
the floor moves in the direction you face
the timing of the four movie screens coincide
with this picture perfect mindgame

i know what i would do in myspace

vanishing101

an innocent disaster
of a goose chase maze
when it rains it pours
and with the depth perception perfected
the four seasons rotating around you in your own living room

all for you to figure it out
a basement of your own virtual experience
that you will eventually owe me for
cause you know it started here
i know what i would do in myspace

vanishing101

The time machine begins
with your dance dance revolution floor mat
and it carries on with the sensors on the wall
that works your plastic guns
and allow the floor to move if you step toward the screen
always keeping you at bay

enjoy my suicide
day by day
knowing a homeless person
who should be a billionaire
i know what i would do with myspace

vanishing101


Details | Ode | |

The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 4)

You regret your foolish disclosure, as you confessed to be a cold hearted lover for she was 
lost of hope n’ sacrificed herself from this crest for her love for you consumed her totally, 
though her broken heart, in the care of the angels choir, now sings reforged in the fires of  
immortality…
You lived your life in the garments of a scar around your heart, covered in bark, thrombosed 
to the love of another, it now cries in virtue n’ chastity from the sentient tree that consumed 
your ashes n’ dust in the grave at the top of the crest by the sea…

I give to you Poet my blessing, so you can relinquish your guilt n’ pain of love’s abandoning 
from the bed of blame you made of your grave, for your quill is at peace till your 
homecoming into this world, my sweet poet come back to me…
For time was your crest from this day you have leapt, you are forgiven my love so rise, let 
go your purgatory n’ perhaps one day we will meet once again as your soul escapes the 
gravity of captivity, now owlish n’ wise let it fly to our destiny…

Though not a word is spoken in these moments of conjuration from a lover long gone in an 
age of castles n’ quests by the sea, it stormed all night n’ I remained by your grave side till 
sunrise n’ the flame in your eyes became the Immortal’s fire to reforge a tarnished heart, 
for your tortured soul now understands n’ through the flames your mind will follow…
Now I see the picture you have painted in the illusion of the rainbow n’ I sense the birth of 
humility n’ grace as the sun breaks through the storm clouds, for your poem of remorse 
finally rests n’ you my love are reborn with angel wings to ride mother earth’s breath…


Details | Free verse | |

Romani Girl 1841

 
Skirts swirl around her like colors in a kaleidoscope
Her feet move like they always knew the steps
The disks on her ankles tink and chime against each other
The music of her moves is more intoxicating than the colors in her skirt
But her beauty, Oh! That is so much more
With skin like satin clover honey
Hair as rich as cured mahogany, with eyes dark as any abyss
All it takes is one lash filtered look to cut him to the quick
Lips ripe and pink whispering possibilities
Hot breath on his ear is his undoing
Arms long reaching into to soft palms that flex to slender fingers
Each light touch gives him just enough hope
She may leave this band, this warm beautiful caravan of family
And be a gadjo’s wife
He falls asleep each night with colors swirling
Music enchanting, and hope ever present
that her invigorating love will come to him.


Details | Alliteration | |

Sullen Sylvia

Sullen Sylvia sadly 
Departed deeply devestated by 
Her husband's heartless 
Departure for a deadly damsel


Details | I do not know? | |

Just The Way It Is

I tried to wake you up today
Like I always do
All I did was try to care for you
Like little girls should.

Mummy, mummy
Please don't die
I need you to be here
By my side
Brothers always crying
Because he doesn't understand
That mummy only leaves us
Because living makes her sad

The whole street 
Thinks your crazy
As you try to hide
The scars that made you
Your whole damn life

Why cant you just forget
Why cant you leave
The past alone

The doctors didn't care
The police were never there
As the screams of a little girl
Spilled out
Into an air of madness

Watch me bleed
I learned this from you

You were my devil
Stealing my innocence
Stuttering words I'll never forget
"Your Nothing"

Your eyes cut deep
As the knifes are aimed at me
Your love was a weapon
Puncturing my heart
You broke me
I'm a wreck.


Details | Lyric | |

Dormant Angel

I know we can’t take it back 
all the things we said 

Everything we had
Everything we meant 

I told you I’d love you forever 
Isn’t that something
But im struggling here 
Wanting to let you go

You meant the world to me
You meant everything to me
Set my heart on fire
How I felt love for the first time
How you made me believe

Then you, 
You walked away
From everything we had
And I see how hard it was 
It was all planned out 
‘Just you and me’
now all we had is history 

If I could take it all back I would
Every last word
Everything that hurt 
I’m sorry for all the lies you made me believe
Its time for me to release 
And set my heart free

If you believe this is not the end
And all we’ll ever be is friends 
I’ll let you know one thing inside
This is not who I am
So sorry 
Goodbye

Now you held my hand
My world in your hands 
Is it really true
Is this the end
Im off and away
On my jet plane 
To see if you love me
And want me to stay 

Then you, 
You walked away
From everything we had
And I see how hard it was 
It was all planned out 
‘Just you and me’
Now all we had is history 

If I could take it all back I would
Every last word
Everything that hurt 
I’m sorry for all the lies you made me believe
Its time for me to release 
And set my heart free


Details | Free verse | |

The Night of Unleavened Bread

Matzos slip into their mouths
Voices project merrily...tonight is
The night of Unleavened Bread

Lamb and other delicious
Meats and veggies... satisfies our taste buds 
What a splendid night it is!

Wine's brewin' in our wine cups
The dinner table - creates pleasant talk 
During this meaningful night

There's moments of quietude 
When it comes to de-leavening our lives
But, there's moments of gladness

On this night of peacefulness
Cheesecake - a delightful treat to savor 
During this night of pure bliss


Details | Couplet | |

You'll Get A Rise Out Of This

The rise of Atlantis
For this I don't want you to miss

Coming of the new world
With Justice dressed as it's girl

An apple from God's slate
Filling the hunger for ones plate

Safe harbor to now call home
Empowered by minds that love to roam





Details | Free verse | |

BULLETS IN THE SOUP POT

BULLETS IN THE SOUP POT
I
BEFORE THE MIRROR
Sometimes, I sit on my sofa
Pondering on why war, poverty, hatred
and anguish has become a comforting bliss.
They say life is an unending quest; is it?
They say true love lasts forever;
Is there really anything called love?
Is life’s race really for the swiftest, the wisest or the dumbest?
I rake up my head to frenzy
yet no answers are formed.
Looking at the mirror, all I see is the same confused old look.
My lips charred, my hair falling
My face an ugly mask of wrinkles
Is this the real me? If it is, if it isn’t, then what is real about me?
In the distance
I hear a church choir singing that “God is Love”.
If God is love, then why is there so much blood, hatred and filth in the world?
Too many questions without answers.
II
I draw open my chest of history books
And I begin to wonder why Lumumba died and
Why Mobutu Sese Seko became president.
Flipping through my history books I see how the Europeans
came to Africa.
They claimed to be on a so-called civilizing mission
But it was only a cloak for their real intent- Exploitation.
With their collaborators; Africans themselves,
They subjugated and dominated Africa so easily.
Flipping further through mores pages, I see the same trend
Life is a story of betrayal and trust.
Every major event in life is bordered on trust and betrayal;
Everything might seem to be real on the outside, but on the inside it is vain.
III
BEHIND THE MIRROR
I draw open the window panes trying to find answers.
Gazing at the stars and the moon I remain clueless,
But in the dark blue skies I see something;
A world divided between two lines- Good and Evil.
Whatever line one chooses is a matter of choice,
But choice most times eludes the most enterprising
and most determined individual.
Many end up becoming monsters,
Many end up becoming what they are not
Not because they are blind, not because they fail
to make the right choices,
but because they have bullets in their soup pot.
IV
THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MIRROR
Many try to find peace and true freedom.
They seek; they ponder, but are left without answers.
In their desperation, they become lost in the dark
clammy cesspits of time,
Their lives become miserable.
Whatever is real is real because it is real
Whatever is fake is fake because we’ve not allowed ourselves to feel it.
If God is real, God is real because we feel his presence in our hearts;
If God is love, then love is real for it lies in our hearts.
V
Life has so many unanswered questions;
Questions without answers
Nothing can fill the vacuum created by unanswered questions,
Except one thing;
One thing most people have locked out from their hearts,
and that is love- True love.
In life we make so many choices,
yet let us not allow the choices we make destroy what we are,
rather let love make the right choices for us.
Love is why we are here, 
Love why we are what we are
And love will take us to the place of our dreams,
So let love fill our hearts and overwhelm us with its warm
cool gentle feel as we ascend the windy staircase of life.


Details | Rhyme | |

HOLD UP THAT SWORD

Hold up that sword
when truth is violated...
don't destroy everything and everyone:
only evil must end for peace to survive!
Fight better than a warrior with a bloody urge
who seeks victory and revenge;
what satisfaction is there in being alive...
after all enemies are wounded and gone?
They would never learn love, but die tormented
as marthyrs, slaves and peacemakers have!


Hold up that sword,
by speaking your command
when peace is broken
and havoc spreads quicker than fire...
to bring all another dire:
remember Attila when he ransacked Rome?
Chalithra, have more compassion
towards mortified people who have been exploited:
you must explain to them that's wrong to be enslaved...
without having the vision of a place called, " Home. "


Barbarians were those who trashed everything
and killed, but they lived in different times:
violence against order and civility;
today there's another evil arising:
greed for power against truth and humility...
Chalithra, carefully choose your allies!


Character: Chalinthra


Details | Blank verse | |

medley

Medley 
“Moon light and lovers” yes I remember it well,
now I´m grateful for moonlight when going to 
the outdoor loo where rats assemble.

Yesterday, when love was easy, yet she left 
I blamed my after shave…me the lover had
my pick but the one that mattered left.

Everybody love somebody sometimes, I loved
everybody at the same time and found to my 
utter surprise abandoned by everyone.

 Smoke got in her eyes I was only trying to be
sophisticated, I left to hide away, but a man
needs his mate…but I had left it too late.

Love and glory, why didn´t I see that, thought 
glory had to do with war. When she married
 a hero, I saw it all and shot them both.

Hang down you head Tom cowboy hang 
down your and cry they are coming for you 
tomorrow and take your life.
 


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TRAGEDY IS A SPINNING WHEEL

Tragedy is a spinning wheel
which stops at its own will,
and when it does an earthquake, flood or tsunami strikes
poisoning the pristine environment, wiping out endless lives....
such was the fate of unlucky Japan,
the island off the Asian mainland.


When destruction was everywhere and fear was deep,
people miserably wept searching for survivors through the debris and mud...
feeble voices were occasionally heard from underneath;
how helpless, and frustrated and sad they felt not to be able to pull them out!
Fakushima resembled a graveyard with sprawled corpses,
unfolding the horror of a massive catastrophe before their saddened eyes.  


Let's show our heartfelt sympathy
with a kindness which surpasses all credibility,  
remembering that tragedy is a spinning wheel
never telling where it will stop to make a kill...
and as Japan asks for our help, we should gladly offer it
with open hearts and arms and they will thank us for it.


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Not for personal gain or glory

Like the Vikings who left us this word – ‘berserk’ 
some of us may have shown it through human reaction,
where we go berserk against disproportionate behaviors
such anger or infuriation that defines the immediate actions.

It’s still very human to act in this way with sudden eruption,
when inner anger overrules and makes us manifest towards others;
a strong element that fuels harsh words and outrage within,
oh, what a state of mind! so capable to influence us in many ways.

But Jesus Christ’s experience when confronted with torture,
suffering, crucifixion and eventually death in his heroic way;
his courage and humility which are worth mentioning here.
truly, a sublime reaction against those pains and persecutions.

He becomes human who copes with greater risks and pains,
identified not as a historical Jesus of natural stoicism;
with his real grasp of what his destiny may entail along the process,
his only response – to embrace the cross which means so much for us.
On Good Friday reminds us of his passion and crucifixion,
being betrayed, denied and left alone in humiliation;
in darkness and dread, in sorrow and bereavement,
he remains true to his mission and love for all the people.

His lonely agony in the garden of Gethsemane,
touches us so profoundly as he awaits for his destiny;
here is his obedience to the Father whom he prays to,
one with him, distinct in person, one in the Trinity.

Courage or bravery is worth remembering here,
it’s born out of a vision that comprises his self-giving;
that knows no fear but is moved with deep reflection,
all for otherness, all for humanity, all because of his love for people.

In today’s world where we’re constantly tempted with selfishness,
self-centeredness or obsession for power, money and prestige;
Christ’s journey with his disciples makes us reflect what it means,
to be a disciple is to be willing to sacrifice for the sake of others.


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Optimism's Gift

Let the past empower not devour you, 
blink that third eye dry and let the cowards prove, 
that fear effects domination, 
as power hungry demons were starving for confirmation, 
I'm hardly a conversation, I'm starting the conservation of energy through my being for seeing a brighter nation.
I can no longer ponder another's fixation with digression, 
my ears remain ready for confusing confessions, 
but they attempt selling the words from concession, 
I won’t drop or lessen my positive light, I ask, is a spiritual battle still a cognitive fight? 
Yes the most vital, let this bible unfold and be told with no title, 
don't mistake envy of state of being for actions suicidal, 
I just wish to prove yolo wrong, come back as a spirit so you may hear it in a song or another form of expressed emotion, so we can progress once the earth hits lost commotion, 
take some love and meditation and conjure up the potion 
as the earth's still in motion, if the leaders here would tell the truth I'd identify promotion. But what do I know I'm twenty with no college, undermined for not conforming to mainstream knowledge. Spirit, Love and Peace will grow soon, once we've vacated the station and choose to change tune


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Where Seagulls Fly

Remember the sun those days
The smell of the sea
Don't forget the Northwest breeze

Then a thought flew right through me
Brought me back again
Closing my eyes is that you

Stumbling around the rocks
Thoughts of you I find
In my mind I hit rewind

At the beach where seagulls fly


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The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 1)

On a windswept hill crest by the sea there is a lonely ancient sentient tree that seems so 
figuratively familiar to me, I wonder why this can be n’ who my heart longs for when
I’m here n’ why love gives no guarantee…
Though I visit here frequently, today I was summoned, beckoned by the branches of this 
solitary tree swaying in the breeze, to this charming yet purgatorial space...

I knelt down upon this strange magical place n' was carried away as my fingers traced an 
owl’s feather to my face n’ wondered why I loved n’ despised this fateful place…
My body shivered, internally tingling n’ with grace, some kind of enlightened knowing I could 
not erase n' like the sentient tree that cradles you within, I sensed your ethereal embrace…

Silence ends where you begin, I heard the likes of Aeolian sing “Oh my Immortal”  n’ your 
poetic voice disturbed the chaos in the winds of my mind n’ there within returned the 
memory of your handsome androgynous face…
I said… “Come let my hands play upon your skin” n with my thoughts gathering to replay a 
scene across time of broken hearts n’ love’s abandoning reflected in the fire of your eyes n’ 
a touch of a feather upon my face…

I’ll never know your name or how many tears were cried in the oceanic depths of your 
pleasure n’ pain, though the salt I can taste in the tempest of this darkening day as the wind 
heralds your scent n’ presence unto me…
I’ll never know all who walked hand in hand here before me or where each discarded shell 
has been as the seasons flew away, yet I now know why a thousand Halloweens were  your 
destiny n’ you summoned me to transcend my mortality n’ the meaning of silent words at 
play this day…

Our ancient bodies lay together here beyond mortal touch, though in my present existence I 
no longer recall our names, they are lost in my many lifetimes yet kept in the Goddess’s 
providence…
Though no longer you feel my touch or pleasure n’ pain I'll plant a flower as a blessing on 
top of our grave, above the waves, where your soul is a slave to this sentient tree cradling 
your ashes n’ bones returned to dust…


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UNFAIR JUDGEMENT OF THE GOOD

Should the good be judged
for not having given enough?
Some will face humiliation or reprimand,
not by Christ Himself, but by folks who bluff!


There are many ways of giving,
it depends on willingness and feeling;
the most generous ones will give abundantly,
and those who aren't will give little obviously.


Then who should be judged harshly?
The ones who give out of the kindness
of their hearts, or the ones who are forced by society?
True givers are never asked...they give with eagerness.


In the eyes of the Creator, generosity is another virtue of human mercies...
when feeding the hungry with food and their soul with God's comforting words.
Well-to-do-folks and millionaries give away lots of money to charities,
but only a fraction of that amount is given to the needy who still knock on doors.


Nowdays even the good, who give of themselves, will be judged
for not doing enough to help the poor in constant distraught,
but isn't compassion more significant than any monetary amount?
Didn't Jesus praise the meager woman who gave all she had?


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her hopes and dreams

yah shes a girl who has hopes and dreams that want to come true, and maybe at times she may feel blue, 
hey who can blam her with a heart filled with a crush and everytime she sees this guy her heart strarts to scream out ryhmes, like roses are red and viloets are blue shes falling for this guy but i guess he loves you,
 she not prerfect, she can have her flaws, and may not have the most beautiful jaws or teath so white , that when she smile they will become shinning bright,
 but shes imperfect thats just her...she gives you good luck and she bets your filled with glee cause you took the man of her hopes and dreams


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The Day America Stood Still

It just took one day
To grab our attention
There’s not much to say
But lots of reflection.

The airplanes they flew
Wreaking havoc on all
No one had a clue
That the towers would fall.

Such cowards with hate
They claimed so many lives
On that terrible date
Left husbands without wives.

So many were lost
Our sisters and brothers
Their lives were the cost
Plus fathers and mothers.

Many stood with awe
They were asking why
For what they just saw
Coming out of the sky.

Such terror and fear
And so quickly they hit
The end may be here
Should I run, stand or sit?

The heroes did save
As many as they could
For their lives they gave
Not knowing that they would.

People hung their flags
Keeping their families near
Many body bags
This horror wasn’t clear.

Honoring that morn
Our eyes begin to fill
The world was torn
America stood still.


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Divided in two

Two parallel Worlds divide my body and mind in two.

One World holds my heart, while the other holds my limp body.

One World shows the life i'v held in my heart, where there is good and there is bad, but everything in that World always ends in good.

The other World shows the life i'v feared for years, where there is nothing but bad, but everything ends in death.

I'v lived in both Worlds.
I'v hurt in both Worlds.

Both seem neither good nor bad at times.

But the funny thing is... 
OUR world today is what those two Worlds have become.

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Scrooge

Scrooge, You have taken over the world
Seems people want to pick apart everything good
I've been there, I'm done with that part
Get rid of what should have been
Except what is and take a fresh start

How many will you blame for the job you hate?
How many will you blame for the crappy food you ate?
How many will you blame for the lack of exercise to date?
How many will you blame for the crappy goods you charged?
How many will you blame for....
How many will you blame for?
How many will you blame for..you fill in the blank(s). 
Get off your high horse. You know your ways
It's up to you to change
Always complaining things are tougher now than they used to be
All because you chose to be lame, 
It's something you pretend not to see

Get over the past and what's been done to you
You may never be able to forget, 
Certainly don't want to live in regret 
Over those that reaped the suffering 
Cause you couldn't let something go
No one person can fix the world
All it takes is an abundance of little girls and
Little boys, who are provided parents 
That will teach them right from wrong
Not put them in the middle
Always preach love and self respect
That's where the trouble ends
.
So.. 
The next time someone tries to freeze my glow
I'll take the few extra seconds to kill them with kindness
Put their grumpy ora on death row

When someone decides to put on a suit of politics
When someone speaks bullets and swords
Better to pretend they're puppets,
In this lifetime positivity will win over sin

Make a decision to not be defeated
No ones place to remove rights or freedom
Take care of your world and be good to those you love
Those that matter will have your back
They'll be there when push comes to shove


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What If Christmas Disappeared


What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton


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Love vanished

Seven years have passed
since first I married him
Whence he succombed his bride
Yet when I told him of babe we’d due
it felt our love just withered up and died

For the man he changed,
no, the child we had not planned
Pushed me around until to others ashamed I lied
I’d fallen, or bumped myself again,
backed him up, supported him, everything denied.

When babe was born,
I thought we’d learn to love
Try to make things work together with pride
But now cut off from all my friends in time,
it’s nursing I only now that I must bide.

Although I raise our child
I am so sad, my life has stopped,
when they play up I fret that you will chide
and fear that you’ll know not of when to stop
Frightened, huddled close we rock, we hide.

Once grown up, at school a freedom found,
whilst you’re at work – your daily grind.
Lucky new friend we find to guide
us back to safety relieved, released.
Apart, I know head high that I had tried.


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This Morning's Sunrise

 
I saw you in this mornings sunrise
 
I tried to get close to you, but your light was blinding
 
You bear the resemblance of a day that I most remember
 
Shining bright over all in sight~ the month September
 
I can even smell your dew you left as a treat
 
How I wish to lay in it and allow it to cleanse me
 
Cleanse me of the memory, but make me one with you again
 
As if there has been no time in between 
 
Just the frolic of love in the air
 
But it is obvious you dont see me looking
 
Or maybe you do and refuse to shine my way
 
Regardless, I saw you in this mornings sunrise
 
I will again step into it and approach my day.

Kashan Fields©


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When We Were Young

When were really young
Untouched by all the pain that
Came in later years
How Joyfully we used to play.

Elven wars, games wigh figures.
Writing songs, a play dog named
Xlix.
Counting to a thousand or
Just plain reading.
A happy sister with her
Two brother siblings.

While most of my life I
Would not live over,
In my heart it pains me
That we fell so far apart.
I really, really miss those days
When we were younger.
What I miss are my two little brothers.


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For 15 minutes.

I will put my half blood in a huge metal can.
Take it for chemical analysis.
So as to see my beliefs and my perception,
my vision and my aspirations.
Those i loved and others i hated.
With my other half i will paint in brick walls.
At the top,maby above all,
i will write these two words.
NO MORE
NO MORE
And then i will go to the store with aquariums.


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LEAVE THEM BONES ALONE

   LEAVE THEM BONES ALONE
The day we die is peace to what's the soul
to fly into and through the dark of space
We join the love of God-- death is our goal,
into the light of Him and His embrace;

But as we go, one part we leave behind
'tis physical, and what we think's the end;
and buried in the heap, if we've the mind,
or burned and scatterred to the blowing wind!

Them bones that dry won't stand the test of time;
and if there's thought to be a bit of gold;
the search is on, through earthly grist and grime
to dig us up, so that our tale is told!

The curse of time is on the diggers head;
With little thought they make love to the dead.
© ron wilson ©


Details | I do not know? | |

Me

Been through a lot these seventeen years of living,
Growing up with abuse in my home,
Wanting to leave and flee,
But afraid I was going to leave and be on my own,
Wishing someone would rescue me and my family from the hurt,
The hurt we faced many times seeing the one you love the most being abused,
Abused many days and many nights,
Wondering why,
The answer was because he was the only one in charge,
Almost Seven and these things were still happening,
Wow wonder why they happened to my life,
Don't know why God let me see the hurt,
Did he know I would face the hurt forever?
My family finally had a chance to get away from the hurt and the abuse,
We found a house and much more,
We were a happy family,
A family that will one day be the best of the best,
Thank you jesus for letting us go through the hurt to get a better life that we deserve!


Details | ABC | |

Jealousy (revised)

All bad characteristics draw eventually from,
Growing habits inside jealousy killing love.
Merely not one person’s quirks realizing sorrows,
Taking unbelievable viciousness,
We Xerox years zealously.


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Door to a wayra

Door to a wayra

Behind antique doors,
Memories of past treasure,
Preserve for human measure,
Breaking doors will damage,
Have patience, each lock has a key !

Soulful springy eyes,
Offered doors straight to my heart,
Your name etched there permanent,
An absolute abode,
Only dare open up these doors !



Written on 17/7/14
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Contest- door to a wayra
Sponsor- Nette onclaud


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Three People Touched By Tradegy

Jimmy Waters was quite a precocious young man
School marm a mentor who understands
Parents who love him to them he is grand
In the inner city not totally safe

School marm a mentor who understands
Jimmy gunned down by those who are mean
In the inner city not totally safe
He goes threw the ghetto to get to her place

Jimmy gunned down by those who are mean
Parents who love him to them he is grand 
He goes threw the ghetto to get to her place
Jimmy Waters was quite a precocious young man


(Story loosely interpertative from It's Supernatural about a family who had one son born late 
in life and this young man would visit an elderly school teacher eveyday and help her with 
things she needed done and she encouraged him to read poetry and fine writers.  He was 
gunned down one day and he  appeared to her one day when she needed someone.)


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IF CHRISTMAS DIDN'T EXIST

Imagine how sad December would seem
if Christmas didn't exist; only the chill
and wind would be felt through the frozen bones,
nobody would live in these northern, frigid zones. 


What was the true purpose of Jesus's birth?
Some even would say that it never occurred,
and why would the Magi travel long days
and nights to pay homage to the humblest of Kings?


It was prophesied by Isaiah in the Old testament and the Wise Men believed him,
following with awe the biggest and brightest star that they had ever seen;
and didn't it seem strange that God would choose those simple shepherds
to be the first to hear that message sung by a thousands of angels?


Wouldn't you be happy when a child cries out and enters life?
Wouldn't you celebrate that event with overwhelming joy and grace?
The same way Jesus entered this world to suffer and die,
and if Christmas didn't exist, who would remember who He was?


Wouldn't that envious angel, whom God expelled from Heaven with haste,
laugh loudly, knowing that we don't worship Him in spirit and faith? 
Fallen Angels are the eternal enemies of this Child, who atoned our sins
by paying with His precious blood...to vindicate the Devil's astute lies!


If Christmas didn't exist, some unbelievers would shout and rejoice,
happy to erase Christ's redemptive message from the earth's surface...
contradicting the Scriptures themselves and the Divinity behind it!
Didn't Herod the Great hate Jesus, fearing He would have become the new King?


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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India Is Not Free

India Is A Country, 
Which Is Not Free, 
All People Are Not, 
In Merry. 

For Money, 
People Kill People, 
Why All Men, 
Are In Troublr. 

Why Women Burn, 
If Drowery Is Not Given, 
Why All People, 
Not Go In Heaven. 

Why There Is Discrimination, 
Besides Man, Becomes Our Foe The Sun. 
Why Father Has To Bent Infront Of Sun, 
Why Honesty Is There Only Before Gun. 

Oh God! Make Man Realise That His Country Is His Second Home, 
If Not Then India Will Only Be Like A Foam…..


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Shame on me

Tears drops

Glistening in the sun

Endless thoughts of despair

Showing in each and every one

 

Look past them

You will find me

Blood boiling in my veins

Because of who think you see

 

Who am I

I don't think you care

Flowing endlessly into a river

I hope you drown while you stare

 

I pity only myself

Underneath a fake smile

Hoping you grow tired

Swimming for miles

 

Are you shivering yet

My heart grows cold

Tears turn to spears of ice

Me, you will never hold


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Jesse Jackson - Kosovo Mission

      JESSE JACKSON - KOSOVO MISSION
         Belgrade, 1999
They thought to the west 
and the homes they all knew
in a meloncholy dark and blue,
these three of a kind on a mission of peace,
these three knights willing to die for you.

America's best
they had dreams of their own,
but now held in a land and alone
where everything is hate and loose in a world
that beats with a heart of stone.

A man from the south;
of their home now unreal,
like a dream time can never steal;
who had hope still alive that love conquers all,
and a love he'll always feel.

His sword was his word,
and he spoke them so well;
they tolled like a liberty bell
Jesse Jackson was truth and light from us all
and the three are now home from hell.


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Home

     This is the place where I grew up.
This is where I took that first unsure step.
Right here is where I snuck  my first Love 
up to my room.
This wood and glass and cracking mortar 
makes not this a home
There were dreams and hopes here 
that hold these four walls together better than any bond.
Within these walls I have loved and laughed and cried.
Is this what  makes a home?
All of my hopes and dreams were born within these walls.
I have learned the lessons that made me a man
growing up in this abode.
Does the warmth and love and family 
make a place to dwell?
Then the answer clear came to me 
as i look at this house in disrepair.
I realize it's all the memories that make
this place of life a home.


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THE MANY IMAGES OF THE PALE MOON

It can be gloomy as winter's dreariness...
when nothing else glistens but cold snow;
and it can be as mysterious as summers' nights...
when the crickets are heard from a dark lawn.


Come out and see the many images of the pale moon,
which changes its shape on certain months, or days of the year:
full moon, half moon and three quarter of a moon
still captivate us more than any other planet distant and clear. 


Who hasn't heard legends about this mysterious planet not so cheery?
In Medieval Times, it seemed to have magical powers so solicitous;
and to whom it was so leery...if not to a saint exalting God only?
Poets of this age...wonder how it turns lovers passionate and amorous! 


I have contemplated with admiration the many images of the pale moon
for almost a lifetime: from my hilarious childhood to my hermetic manhood,  
and it hasn't broken its incantation, or changed a bit in color and even mood;
if I could reach it, I'd transform it into a garden of loveliness as anyone should.   


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Beauty and the Unpublished Author


Far away in a little town tucked in the corner of a map
Lives the girl who ruined his heart
And broke his life

While with him she would smile and laugh so sweet
Tender as only she could be
In his heart she lit even the corners so deep

With time she became his definition of life
In all he did he had her in mind
Life wasn’t life without him seeing her smile

As moments grew into weeks
The flower of his heart started to reveal its wilt
In her eyes no longer was the sparkle he was used to seeing

Winds carried awful odour of their disorder
Tales went round of her illicit exploits behind the counter
The man with the shop at the corner savoured all the honey she offered

At first he dismissed the whispers with laughter
But soon he discovered he was the only one on the other side of reality’s border
Yes indeed, another prince had taken over

Trouble was how sincerely he loved her
Problem was that even she had only love to offer
Issue was he hadn’t yet sold a dime of the books he authored


Details | Ballad | |

O JOYFUL BELLS RING IN GLORY!

Many wonderful voices are heard,
the brightest star is seen...
o joyful bells ring in glory;
in the blue Heavens...see
the angels proclaim God's Word!
This night is cold for those
shepherds watching their restless sheep 
on the Bethlehem's hills!
 

A shining angel startles them,
as he tells them...the Child,
prophesied long ago,
has born! And that star will lead them
to the manger, where He
sleeps so calm and mellow.
Doesn't Mary know that her baby
will soon save Humankind? 


O joyful bells ring in glory!
Let every angel praise
the glorious birth of a Prince,
who'll be the Shepherd of many...
whose hearts have longed for real peace!
O sweet Child sent from God,
you've come to redeem the sinful world! 
O joyful bells ring in glory!


Details | I do not know? | |

Deprived of Love

Tears as they fall, my life has come to it's end
My soul has grown worn and tattered of hatred and strangulation
Missunderstanding has shown through your eyes
My heart can't take anymore hurt and beatings
I let out a blood curdling scream as I fall to my knees in despiration
Holding my head in my hands, trembling 
As chills go up and down my spine
I cleanch my fists and peer up at the sky
Rain drops pitter, patter on my head
Drenched in sadness
I suddenly become dizzy and my vision blurs
Feeling like I'm going to be sick
I just want you back in my arms
Back to me please may you return..
I drop from my knees to my death


-For the one who I cannot bear to live without
?


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Are We Discriminating Against God


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


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Ireland's Journalist Jewel

The dedication of this journalist gem
Whose writing, brought down
Drug dealing men
 
Eire's Sunday Tribune
And Sunday's Business Post
Newspapers of note, for in them she wrote
 
But it was the criminal world
And her writings so splendent
That craved her to write for the Sunday Independent
 
This brave reporter put her life on the line
To reveal to her country
Their drug filled slime
 
To avoid libel
Pseudonyms she chose
To protect the paper, from legal blows
 
Drug dealers uncovered
Showing their ill gotten gains
Irrespective of lives and families pains
 
Threats turned to visits, firing shots at her home
To deter her uncovering
In her investigative roam
 
Three months later she was shot in the leg
But the dedication of her
Thousands of newspapers were read
 
Near Newlands Cross
On the outskirts of Dublin
On a motorbike, two men with a gun
 
At a traffic light junction
With a Magnum .357
Ireland's Journalist Jewel, was taken to heaven
The name of this gem
Veronica Guerin
 
 
" In memory of a brave woman, wife and mother who took on the 
                      criminal underworld in Dublin, Eire "
 


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Fanattics

Before the light's go out. 
And the serpintine of music fades.
Before I wake from this dream,
I want you to remember the way it was suposed to have been............
How you were in the
nude when you were dressed 
in BLACK,

the chain's with leather dripping's
silver lined the light
in your eye's.

Your stage was on top of the world,
you had your BIG BANG GIRL.
And we'd rush like Chariot's of Fire on Electric Amplifier's.


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Sonnet?

Every second passes by me unseen But I can feel the weight of one minute After each hour my mind becomes keen: That these days are adding up bit by bit. Each week my personality alters A year goes by and my mind starts to twist Decades pass and it seems as time falters, My mentality gets lost in time’s mist. Yet when I am with you the clock stands still If only I could exploit these feelings I could stop the sands of time at my will But I’m not capable of these dealings Time now steals what I already forgot My mind starts to fade but our love will not


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Inviting Love

I linger and wait for your single touch.
Now and forever our love will grow such.
Vogue of emotions that will go beyond,
Impatience of our time sealed with bond.
Traces of our fervor are written in history.
I have lived and loved in a past of mystery.
Now as before we found each other’s heart.
Grown from enthusiasm from being apart.

Lost we were in the folds of past consequence.
Only to be guided by cupids divine providence.
Vows that we share go beyond our universe’s legacy.
Each of us bound in affection, fulfilling our destiny.

written by
Cecil Hickman

written for
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Contest Name SOFT SENSUALITY 


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A MURDERER KILLED

The fortitude of a mighty people
has witnessed the awaited moment
of a murderer killed in his mansion;
was justice done...was revenge
and vengeance appeased to bring rejoice 
to the thousands who suffered for years?


This brings back that terrifying morning
of civilians dying from the explosion
of two American Airlines planes flown
with excessive speed into the Twin Towers!
The young terrorists thought of the slaughter
as a reward or an act of demoniac revenge? 
They vainly died for a non-existent glory,
believing they they would be called martyrs!


No their god wouldn't have allowed them in his heaven,
if their only intention would have been to shed blood... 
spreading death and havoc in New York City,
a beautiful city which still dazzles me and I love immensely;
didn't they know that the American infallible spirit
is that eagle whose courage and pride are invincible?


Shouldn't I revel in the death of this heartless man?
I would have wished to see him being tortured by the same folks 
who have lost their dear ones....then he would have asked for their forgiveness!
You must think I am very cruel to get even for his killings,
but who guides the quick hand of the man whose heart is full of hatred?
Envy, dislike, wickedness, intolerance of freedom and love!  


The Bible teaches to love one another regardless of race and religion,
but did this murderer love his own people and not live by the sword?
No, he did not...he incited his followers to commit murder
and bring everyone to his knees as Hitler wanted to do! 
Should these two murderers' names ever be remembered? 
Then again, you will say vengeance is God's not ours...
but didn't God command the Israelite to fight their enemies
and wipe them off the Earth with His blessing? War is necessary
when a nation is threatened by outsiders who make evil plans! 
Don't be afraid to ask me if the death of a long-sought murderer makes me rejoice!


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Till the end of time

I forgot when it stopped being about me, but these people living in misery.
I'm a man to myself and this is everyone's victory.
Id give this breathe, for your breathe to be understood even if its misunderstood.
Can you see that under this bronx fog and are u feeling relived and good?

Its nothing, compared to the 3rd thought in this movie.
Whats money or everyday,
when I'm sad my sister is living that way?

Ill be praised by taking these thoughts a way.
Ill feel something more than peace. Its nothing that's there to stay.
Neither will you, since i wont be here to explain.I need more of you and not the old blue.

Ill give my breathe for you to never feel hate again, but love till its no longer a breathe but a man or women. Just smile at me because i Aint mad at cha.


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A HEROINE FORGOTTEN BY TIME

No history's books with golder trim
ever recorded her sweet name...
softer than a warm rainfall,
she only listen to her call.


Away, swifter than lightning, into the sunless forest
she rode the whitest horse in her dazzling wool dress;
and by her undeniable amazon looks, one surely knew 
Rain had the strength and audacity of riding through.


In mediaval times, men seeking many adventures  
could become mercenary soldiers 
to fight a Holy War in the Crusades...
and Rain protected those wild and pristine lands.


Brave and willing women were excluded from every battle,
by being harshly told to hush...suppressing their pain,
but courageous Rain changed all that with a refrain,
" I'll defy anyone pillaging the grasslands and not tremble!"


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my future lover

My future lover…
When I get hurt I cry 
When my heart is bandaged
I smile 
When I try hardly to cover what is hard to say 
I lay in silence till another day 
When I get scared I look at you & 
Say: - God in this house I hope remain 
When I get scratched or lonely or angry
I scream & fight & destroy my world 
When everyone renounced me 
You’re the one that stayed
Supporting, loving, & giving me a smile each day 
Each day ….each time you see me in pain 
When no one in this world tries to understands me 
You walk closer & spend a whole day trying 
When I feel cold, you give me your jacket 
When I try so hardly & it never works
You convince me to stand up & give the failure a succeed 
When I get uncovered in my sleep
You come to check & cover me back 
You take care of me while I’m sick 
You hit my back while I cough 
You wake me up to go to school
You help me with my algebra h.w
You remind me of a medicine I must take
You accompany me to the hospital if I had a break 
I have a million pics of you
Not in an album, but in my heart
You play with me my favorite game
You toss & spin & swim & win
You make me dinner when I’m late
I apologize and the candles had took place
You give me the warmth of a million suns
You are so deep like a million poems
You never judge me by the way I look 
You always care about what’s in
What I like about you is…
You never miss a day telling me a love you…







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An Ode triplet

DAVID+BATHSHEBA-AN ODE
Desire filled his face,
it lingered like perfumeof love,there was no trace

Passion welled within,
deceit fuelled by need-
this fire turned to sin

Lust failed to satisfy,
though power reigned supreme-
their child,stlll was to die
 full story @2sam 11/12


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Broken Promise

As i waved you goodbye the day that i left

A loving embrace and the tears that were wept

To the poppyfields of france we answered the call

So many young lives lost and its here that i fall

My mind wanders back to when i last saw you

My promise to you that this we would get through

The crossing of my heart to our young son and daughter

That daddy would be back home come hell or high water

Remember me.......

Forgive me my loved ones for a promise spoken

Im sorry i wont be coming home i lie here bleeding and broken

Forgive me.........

To the left and the right of me my comrades lie still

But never to see my family again though is the bitterest pill

I see in my minds eye the life i am leaving

I see the pain of my loved ones there crying there grieving

But be still my love for you have no more tears to weep

My pain will soon be over then eternal sleep

So think of me warmly and this price i have paid

And when your time comes my love do not be afraid

For i shall be waiting here to take you by the hand

To kiss you embrace you and lead you to gods golden land

Together again in eternity.......Forever


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love is coming home

love is coming home

my internalized right wing psychosis

creates the need to explain

And justify

My 21st century poetry

Technology has made us mad

And psychotic

But driven us together

forced into oneness

Technology is blowing down barriers

Blowing down

Blowing down

Something is calling me

Something telling me

I have something to say

Capitalism’s madness

Striking literary chords

Deep inside

Inner poet

Screaming

Neurotic historian

analyzing

Its best when I let go

Let flow

Explain

Release

Allow this crisis

To sing my song

Sing my song

Sing it sing it sing it

Sing it like billie

Sing it like odetta

Lullaby. So desperately needed

Inner childs calm

This is a time when my poetry is most needed

In “the second great depression” madness

loves horizon coming and calling

Vision clearer than ever

Coming home

Coming home

Love is coming home

News tells me

Faces tell me

Ethos tells me

Everyone tells me

Love is coming home.


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"Instruction, Destruction"

“Instruction, Destruction”

Satin evil intrigues us so that he’s devastation enables souls to glow, Killing the 
impossible of any growth, Leading to the fires of his satisfaction by implying his 
whispers in our actions, where did such evil evolve but I found the answer to this 
problem I solve, blessed among greatness and his power, he could’t even 
understand the knowledge upon by the hour, So he used greed of seconds to 
devour, Banished from the heavenly kingdom beneath the earth, But from the 
beginning of man kind he simply was the curse of, Destruction,
But by Instructions this darkness turns into miracles of life, Joy is love and by this 
it shall cover the night, So light brings forth faithful things, Turning Satin 
nightmares into wonderful dreams, Anointed by my Savior presence and blessed 
with my eyes seeing miraculous scenes by following my father, Instructions.


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Disease

Cant blame the disease,
it infected you which effected me,
my childhood days spent worried,
I wanted to live a different story,
home was a jail,
many friendships failed,
When that booze got a hold of you,
stayed in my room stressed and blue

When vodka filled the floors, 
I'd go to the bestie next door,
all day Id stay,
heard your guitar played away,
home build of pins and needles,
The only sane sound was the Beatles,
Music was always my vice, 
took me to a place so nice,

Ive built my life without you,
much more pleasant and true,
took work to cut the bullshit,
a lot of elbow grease to scrape the grit,
life is much smoother now,
Deep inside I make myself proud,
Many people I know infected ,
addictions' hard to manage once detected,

Always been known to be shy and quiet,
I was on a 28 year emotional diet,
In case you might wonder,
I dont drink but sometimes I ponder,
what potential many have,
drug interference is such a drag,
Many loved ones tricked by your spell,
I chose a new path, i'm creating a new story to tell. 















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TODAY IS THE DAY OF SAD MEMORIES

Let's embrace and comfort each other,
because today is the day of sad memories:
awakening both the agony and the pain;
and should tears fall, don't wipe them...
let them gently flow into the fountain of grief.


Did that tragedy change us entirely,
bonding us together as a stronger Nation?
And shouldn't we pray and sing together
with the survivors of that horrible morning...
remembering that today is the day of sad memories?


No rain will be falling as it did last year, and how could we mourn
as yesterday and not understand that our beloved ones
do not wish us to grieve anymore? Perhaps sending smiles 
to Heaven will help us realize that our prayers will make them smile...
wishing that today wouldn't be the day of sad memories.


On Ground Zero, where the mighty towers fell,
thousands will gather around the beautiful Memorial
with flowers and candles in their hands, being assured
that angels will guard this most sacred place...
to remind everyone that today is the day of sad memories. 


My poem is dedicated to the victims and survivors of September 11


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the following poem contains scenes which may not be suitable for all audiences

The very word "anthology" means 
"flower-gathering", or "I gather flowers"
rooted in ancient Greek, to describe
the act of collecting

Perhaps on some rocky Athenian hillside, 
a maiden and too perhaps, 
a young strapping man
walk tentatively, 
amidst the rocky slides
of life and lust, 
to gaze at the beauty

of shining black hair, flowing robe
over curved bosom, and beautiful feet,
too sinewy biceps, strong torso
and voice, behind alluring smile

They regard each other,
as desirous lovers always do,
with wanton coyness
and amorous trepidation

pausing, from time-to-time
perhaps to bend and pick some
wild flower that bloomed on
antiquities hillside

He would hand it to her
and she would, take it in
for a few moments, then
warmly look at him and
carefully find the perfect
place in her expanding
bouquet of colorful hope
that she held for him and her, 

while perhaps,
the sun slowed it's 
interminable baking
of the earth, and grapes
and wood smoke 
added ambiance to

the possibilities
of an evening together
collecting a life
one bite, a touch,
a gaze, a scent,
a whispered adoration - 
one feeling at a time

© Goode Guy 2012-04-26


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Once

The hand that once caressed my cheek
Is now resting on her hip
The voice that once hypnotized me
No longer speaks my name
The eyes that I once gazed into
Are now peaking over at me
The feelings we had once
Are never to be resurrected
We once had this closeness
That will never be forgotton
For there was a time once
When we could have had it all
Let us never forget
Once........


Details | I do not know? | |

His promised portrait

A thousand jewels tumble from sunlit Heavens,
betwixt them a Creator's canvassed covenant.
Gentle revelation, another miracle of life - witnessed. 


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the great lovers

The Great Lovers 

On a tiny island in the blue sea a villa built 
by a tycoon to entertain his famous mistress. 
He had the money she had the voice and 
journalists had much to write about, fame is 
attractive makes even the boring interesting.
Time passes few talks about them anymore
the villa is neglected, shuttered windows, 
leaking roof, petrified roses in a vase and 
dust that slowly dances when the house sighs. 
   The once perfect garden is a jungle, wild cats, 
   snakes and scorpion lurking in the grass.
   Not much news emit from the dark rooms of 
   the villa… but the great voice of the singer 
   lingers tells a story of those who had too much, 
   flew too high, and for the tycoon his world fell
   from the sky; the rest is silence. 


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To Lee Harvey Oswald, my Lover

            Fire
Flames – destroying everything –
Flames – I felt their heat –
The whirling world – it cannot stand—
In fevered circuit melts.

Those flames traverse
Throughout my bones,
Rage, hot, across my nerves,
Consuming all the stars I see
In heaven’s stretched-out canopy.

Fire – burning in my soul –
Fire – I felt its heat—
The dervish lust was scarce concealed
When he kissed my feet.

My firm and frail virginity--
My bosom -- plucked by him,
No apples bit in Paradise
More ample with our sin.

Flames – destroying everything –
When true love caught me up
From that false vintage that I quaffed
From a false Loving Cup.

O, you burnt brighter than the lust
That, fiery, op’d my doors;
And in your passion, warm with love,
A galaxy was born.

                                             Jan. 11, 2009   Istanbul
Background for this poem: Lee Harvey Oswald was falsely accused of killing President 
Kennedy. I was in contact with Lee only 37 1/2 hours before the assassination.  Don't believe 
what propaganda-writing paid flunkies have written about me or about LHO. The cover-up is 
real, and thinking people now have the evidence on YouTube and elsewhere. See my website 
at  http://www.judythvarybaker.com  for more information. I'm writing this note of 
explanation because other poems here also refer to Lee Oswald, such as "The Magazine 
Bus," and "Lord of the Galaxies."  My book, Me & Lee: How I Came to Know, Love and Lose 
Lee Harvey Oswald, will be published this spring by Trine Day Publications.  This is the latest 
of dozens of poems written about LHO, some of which are published here at Poetr Soup.


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9/11, 2001 " Page 2 of 2 "

Intelligence first, Retribution next
Clinical response the worlds text
Which free country is next in line
To be hit by this cowardly crime.
 
New York Cities patriots, suffer further pain
As Fire Officers and Police are slain
They indeed are part of this attack
So many of them never came back
Honourable dads, cousins and wife's
Mourn their lost ones, who lost their lives.
 
The World will remember
This September deathly sound
When iconic giants crashed to the ground
Hero's in the air, and on Manhattan Earth
Proved to us all, whats humans are worth.

In respect to the decent people who perished on that September day.


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Dying Slowly

Here i am
There you are
Where are we?

The static hurts my ears
The same through all these years
Everything has changed
But something is the same

How can i go on?
A heartless shell of i
Stolen by your light
The darkness' drawing nigh
Without you in my life
I would rather die

Here, it's now
Though i war against the present
And the hollow future

Ice age coming
Filled with sorrow and regret
Time is running out
Is it over yet?

On the spot
Now
I try to count the blessings that I've got
But your curse is haunting me
And i'm thankful for your ghost
What would i do without you?
How could i ever see?

If i have one regret
It's doing you wrong
Never should have left
I tried to make amends
Only my failure succeeds
I miss you so, old friend
I would die for you, again
I love you more than me

MAYbe you're right
In all the wrong ways
Or maybe it's me
Or maybe it's just life
But i cannot seem to see
The good that came from this
I know we've grown apart
But somehow
I know
We're still connected

maybe it's just something more than we can comprehend
maybe, someday, we both will understand


I will see you in the next life...


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FAITH IS STRONGER THAN RELIGION

What religion has created through the ages 
is a false gospel with much incredibility;
a helpless Christ on that cross...
instead of a resurrected One 
ascending to His glory;
He's still mocked and alone!

Faith is stronger than religion,
it trascends all souls
in search of truth and hope;
and it can't be taught by words alone!
Faith was the stronghold
of prophets and saints!
Let it become our fortress
in the days of weakness,
and fervently pray with confidence
that no harm will come from others!

The sacrificial altar needs no lamb,
the ultimate sacrifice was made...
the reconciliation between Man and God,
and a Mediator to atone every sin committed;
many still believe in a harsh punishment...
by demons who dwell in Hell!

Let's be like David who exalted Jehova God always, 
and proclaimed His greatness for all ages!
Let's fear no man, but trust in the God of Moses...
who parts our waters in troubled times,
and lets us walk safely to our shore;
let's be as faithful as they were!


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For Pete Seeger Huddie Leadbelly Ledbetter and Woody Guthrie

For Pete Seeger, Huddie ‘Leadbelly’ Ledbetter and Woody Guthrie


it was a long time ago
when you put your words into song

'this machine surrounds hate and forces it to surrender' you scribbled on your old guitar

and you wielded that banjo & guitar as weapons, 

fiddling out a hail of truth

of solidarity

of angry, vehement calls for peace

you said of Leadbelly, that that Huddie Ledbetter was a helluva man

you sang and spoke through dust clouds and relief lines

you taught us all, to seek out hope wherever we can

and when they tried to call all of you goddamned reds

you sang on ever louder and louder, rattlin' their prejudices as they slept in their plush beds

you rode and you rambled and thumbed your way around

the land that is my land and your land too

for you believed all this earth was shared common ground

and when you sang of overcoming one day

the injustice and pain that you witnessed along the way

they further branded you a commie, a pinko or a nigger-lover or a jew-lover, or an enemy of the state

while your banjo and your guitars continued to surround their blind hate

'this machine kills fascists' you etched on that guitar as well

but they were all deaf, for they could not hear the tolling of the bell

'the bell of freedom

the hammer of justice

the song of love between your brothers and your sisters'

and they knew not that they were the ones who would sizzle in their own bigoted hell

and then came the marches and you were there too

with dr. king in Birmingham and Selma, and you faced their spit, their venomous rage, their clubs and sticks and knives, but you always knew

that your cause was just and that the truth must one day prevail

however long it may take, you never gave up, you sang and you marched and you strummed yourselves, victoriously, into their jail

and then they shot him, they shot Dr. King dead, as they burnt and lynched many more

yet you stood firm, you never wavered, your blood was red after all, and they could not tarnish the truth's core

and so it came to pass, that woody went on his way, to his pastures of plenty up in the sky

and Huddie too, said his last and final goodbye

and you were then one, and you may have felt alone and overwhelmed, by the battles and with all that was wrong

but then you saw that the people were with you 

as they had been, all along

and so you continued to fiddle with that old banjo

dragging it through Newport and Calcutta and Dar-es-Salaam

and through countless unknown halls in numberless unknown towns

across this earth, turning, slowly, putting smiles of togetherness, on faces that were once pock-marked with disillusioned frowns
so...
today as I jot down these poorly scribbled words for all of you
for Woody, Huddie, and Pete
I do so in gratitude, for after all the travails that you've been through
I know that you know that this world still has its fair share of hate, and of loss and of injustice and of gloom
but I also know that you know that though all the old flowers may have gone
there always will be, as there always must be,

a fresh flower somewhere, that will quietly bloom.


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Modern-Day

A wicked heart blinds the eyes and steals the soul's redemptive growth
A corrupted mind is never forgiving and hates a tender smile
But because there is an abundance of joy built in strength
I see my fellowmen as humanitarians and as friends

I am the modern-day Bob Marley chanting my redemption song
I am today's preacher giving thanksgiving and praise
I march like Martin Luther for I have a dream
I sing like the angles in a humble refrain

Unity solidifies the heart
Eternal love prides the eyes
A rolling dice have many outcomes
Chose the possibilities of your successes

So I dance like Fred Astaire as I glide through out life
I will box like Mohammed Ali and sting like a bee
I want to be the modern-day sunshine casting my light upon the world
Just a natural woman roaming and visualizing my plan

There are so many things to be thankful for
There are so many good silenced by loud noise
Like Whitney Houston I have nothing without you
At the end of the day I will always love and treasure my miracle.


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God Bless America

Gracious thought has been dropped from human inhabitants.
Our hearts have become cold and distant to almost everything.
Deference has no meaning for us or any other human.

Before we can carry onward, we must remember the beginning.
Lessons remembered are the key to our future roads to travel.
Every soul must search inward to see where we are headed.
Success is truly wonderful and we have fulfilled our winning.
Success without faith is gone, and the road less traveled tortures.

America has blessed each one of us from the beginning in faith.
Mercy is upon our leaders, for they have lost the true reality.
Erasing their hearts and minds of the reality, united we stand.
Refuse greed mongers of their desires, replacing with honesty.
Individuality of the representatives was our ancestor’s goal.
Call out God Bless America in truth, faith, freedom, to all.
Anything less will be the end of whatever time we have left.


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O JOYFULL BELLS RING IN GLORY!

Many wonderful voices are heard...
the brighest star is seen;
o joyful bells ring in glory!
In the blue Heavens....see
the angels proclaim God's Word;
this night is cold for those 
sheperds watching their restless sheep
on the Bethlehem's hills.


A shining angel startles them,
as he tells them...the Child
prophesied long ago, 
has born! And that star will lead 
them to the manger, where He
sleeps so calm and mellow;  
doesn't Mary know that Her baby
will soon save Humankind?


O joyful bells ring in glory!
Let every angel praise
the glorious birth of a Prince,
who'll be the Sheperd of many...
whose hearts have longed for real joy!
O sweet child sent from God,
you've come to redeem the sinful world!
O joyful bells ring in glory!


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THE TEMPLE OF EROTIC DESIRES

There's an ancient temple* without windows or doors,
where the beautiful goddess Hera held her daily rites; 
she looked up and saw golden clouds and heard the sweet echo of delightful moans,
wishing for her handsome lover's face to appear and appease her fervent desires.


Isn't it also your dream to spend a night there...engaging in sensuality?
And looking above as she did, you'll lose yourself in my exciting whispers;
and all the erotic words coming from this mouth, are the same as Eros's... 
eagerly waiting for the deepest silence to arrive, then break it suddenly.


Where could we find another place more perfect than this...where winds don't hiss?
Here, the balmy breeze is brought in by a sea that inspires lovers to weave dreams, 
and they without the fear of being seen, explore their warm bodies emitting screams;
speak no words,let me fill your night with pleasure...taste the sweetness of my kiss!   
 

Temple*-The Temple of Hera is in Paestum, Campania-
 Southern Italy 


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Lamb of God

From the heights of heaven you sent him forth
through the womb of woman he found his course
with your own power you gird his hips
with the truth of the kingdom on his lips
For this purpose was he created
his life for ours was his traded

He would open our eyes so that we see
bestow the gift of living for eternity
He percieved mans deepest inner parts
hidden in the well of their hearts
Touch with kindness our inmost being
return to us tender hearts of feeling

For his sacrifice he is the Most Beloved
angels did minister and our sins he covered
simplicity the path he would live
his heart to the masses did he give
The depth of his Love he demonstrated
for his judgement the priests him hated

He cast out devils and healed the blind
comdemned by council because he shined
The mulitudes with truth did feed
into Gods Love they would be freed
The council of Priests moved to crucify
clothed in darkness to prefect did lie

By a faithless disciple was he sold
for thirty silver as was fortold
in suicide did disciple take
for selling his Lord to the torture stake
The shepherd surrendered his soul for the sheep
to awaken minds and hearts from deaths sleep

In exhortation to follow his example
speak the truth and lies to trample
to take upon ourselves his yoke
and teach the kingdom about which he spoke
That the God of Love we should embrace
til the time we will see his face

sources the gospels and epistles

COPYRIGHT © 2010 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Titanium

A Silver Fluidity, stronger than time Crystal shatters against me, in my prime I’m bulletproof, and echoes rebound Piercing ricochet’s, transmitting the sound I fell from Heaven, fast and strong Into a world, endangered by wrong I wasn’t a hero, just a moment of love A second chance for humanity, sent from above I’m a legend, a titan of Greek mythology The body of an Adonis, the dream of muscology I defend the greater good, and eliminate the hate My methods far from clean cut, they’re an ethical debate I was born Titanium, with a sword in hand I can manipulate thunder, with a wave of my hand I am Titanium, and the overlord is my enemy The creator of greed, money and the impecunious amenity


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In one piece all respect

Not so easy shading the skin
We all rose in dirt in silence 
All against the wall as we’d rose
As thought in living condescended
In earth to roll its spine in shine
As many dreams as blown by ruler
As many voices  rose  washed  shores
As sounds echo to wall raise our voices
Rains in mussons stops melting ice 
In balance seek in love as drop the ruler
Gathered all in one piece in respect to live


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A Wounded Wife

You went on with your life
With someone who is not your wife

Now being faithful and true
Is this really you?

I gave my all and all I had
To keep you happy and not sad

Did I fail you yesterday, fail you today
Fail you enough to make you look her way

You were my alpha and omega;my soul mate
She reeled you in and you took the bait

Lived by your every word;believed what you said you'd do
Went along with all the lies; though I knew they weren't true

Painted a picture you wanted everyone to see
Fooled no one; not even me

Shocked and confused
For my love was abused

If I was not all you wanted and not worth the wait
Then why did we set a date?

A date to marry; a date we carried
The vows made in October are now dead and buried.

Forgive me for being bitter and unkind
Forgive me for not leaving our past behind

No contact with me keeps her mind at ease
This is a cycle; your ex and me; doesn' t she know this happens in threes








Details | Ballad | |

Narcissus

A snow white flower shines in the soft light of a silent meadow. The words that you speak I shall forever echo. A lost love in the dark of the night. They all look your way, but are you blind? Can you not see the beauty of me? I echo your words, I echo your call; can you not hear the silent voice of me at all? I cannot whisper your name, my voice is gone. Silent I shall ever stay, until you speak again. My laughter shall sneak from my lips, until the last word has been spoken, Silent shall I stay again. Silver snowflakes fall in the glory of the dawn. My words are forever caught up hanging silently in my throat, strangling, dangling horridly on my cold lips. A mirrored reflection stares coldly back at you. The water paints a beautiful picture, golden and shining in the crystal spectrum. Will you fall to the hopeless masterpiece inside? Don't give into the lies that haunt your mind, can't you see that you're beautiful again? Beautiful until the end. You see me standing, afraid to think; so you speak. Can I echo your name? Can't you see that I'm afraid to breathe tonight? I'll always recall your words. With you, I shall never be alone. I won't let you go, though your desire is to be gone. In my heart you will forever live on. Farewell you bid unto the world. Farewell I echo to you. I choke in the invisible tears. The reality kills me as I drink in the truth of my deepest fears. Why Narcissus? Why my true love? Why you? Silver snowflakes fall in the glory of the dawn. My words are forever caught up hanging silently in my throat, strangling, dangling horridly on my cold lips. A mirrored reflection stares coldly back at you . The water paints a beautiful picture, golden and shining in the crystal spectrum. Will you fall to the hopeless masterpiece inside? Don't give into the lies that haunt your mind, can't you see that you're beautiful again? Beautiful until the end. I found a flower near the enchanted pool. You placed it there for me, didn't you? Forever the echoes cry out in my mind. Farewell Narcissus, until we meet again. Farewell, I'll see you whenever my time here comes to an end. Farewell, we shall be together again.


Details | Narrative | |

Grandma's Table

How long has it been,
since you dressed me up,
using your mother's silver,
and all those fancy cups.

You stuck me in the shed,
seems like forever now,
and closed the door,
and then you never came around.

Then today,
you drug me out,
polished me until I shined,
and took me back in the house.

I guess you know now,
I was made very good,
I am solid oak,
a very pretty wood.

Now I am wearing,
grandma's lace,
I love those flowers,
in your favorite vase.

I'll be here ready,
when your company gets here,
How I love dressing up,
thank you dear.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Who Needs You Now

You have fought for your country
You have heard the calls of death
And felt the loss of blood
And now, no one hears or cares
About the tears you cry
You fought a fools war
Inspired by heroic deeds
Majestic words of honor and fame
From people who never knew your name
Many were those who fled
And endured behind their protest signs
But you, you fought the war
Lost your limbs and gained insight into reality
It was you who came back less than human
And now you stand alone at night
Lost and forgotten men
Tell me, tell me who needs you now
Where are the people
Who gave you hell
Where are the people
Who cried to bring you home
Who marched for your life
While you marched to your death
Where are the people
Who loved you when it was the thing to do
And fought for your cause
While you wondered what it was
As you watched your buddies fade away
Heroes and medals
Tell me, what does it all mean
Now that you stand alone at night
Lost and forgotten men
And tell me, tell me, who needs you now
Now that our memory fades
Of those who served and the reasons why
All we seem to do
Is stand aside and watch them die
And tell me Brothers
Who needs you now?


Details | Lyric | |

Death Of Jim Morrison

     DEATH OF A ROCK STAR (Jim Morrison)
There's a man all alone and his name is well known
but he thinks all the world is a den
of the poor and the weak and the too dead to speak
for themselves, it's a game they can't win.

He's a little bit high and he'll be til we die
it's too bad that his heart is so black,
but he knows how to sing to a crowd and to bring
out the love that they've been holding back.

It's a game that he plays with your life and he stays
just as long as the music goes on,
and he'll make you to smile if it's only a while,
then he goes where the devil has gone.

All the girls that he's had think it's not all that bad
but the glitter's too much for their mind
so they leave him to sleep where no angel would keep
anyone for there's not one to find.

He could write every word of the songs we have heard
and he's led every daughter astray
to be part of his past and a love that won't last
into light of another new day.

Now he looks for the cause of the reason he was
Though he's died, he's still misunderstood,
but the dream's been too dead for too long in his head
and his heart's turned to stone as it should.


Details | Kyrielle | |

Did You Have Any Fear

It was dark in the forest where You knelt and You prayed.
The apostles were close and they slept where they laid.
You prayed to the Father to take what was in Your cup.
Judas was coming, it was going to erupt. 

All that You wanted was His will to be done.
It wasn't for You, You were God's Holy Son.
Your time was at hand and the hour was near.
You knew it was coming, did You have any fear?

You returned to Your friends to find them fast asleep.
You knew they were in trouble, You knew they were in deep. 
Suddenly soldiers are right there in the midst.
As Judas betrays the Son of man with a kiss.

You let them have their way, they thought their will had been done.
It was the will of the father, You were God's Holy Son.
You told Peter to stop when he cut off that mans ear.
You knew it was coming, did You have any fear?

As You prayed to the Father the tears flowed as You cried.
Then You had to tell Peter three times You'ld be denied.
Saint Peter said He'd die before he let them take You.
He was in over his head, he didn't know what to do.

Peter never thought he'd let their will be done.
It cut him so deep, he loved God's Holy Son.
You told him of the rooster and the crow he would hear.
You knew it was coming, did You have any fear?

They put You in chains and they led You away.
No one had a clue of the debt You would pay.
Bloody and raw they put You up on that cross.
You paid for our sins with Your life that it cost.

You cried, "Father forgive them they don't know what they've done!"
Then You gave up Your Spirit, You were God's Holy Son. 
Where You went next was never really clear.
You knew it was coming, did You have any fear?

You were all by yourself, they left You all alone
when the heavenly Father had to call His Son home.
I can't comprehend how You could stand all that pain.
But I know in my heart that You would do it again.

Now on heaven and earth God's will, will be done.
Covered by the blood of His most Holy Son.
When I think of Lord Jesus I'll always shed a tear.
He knew it was coming, He didn't have any fear.


Details | Lyric | |

VANDROSS'S BALLAD

Hear him singing from Heaven,
his soft ballad is so humble and soulful;
feel the intense emotion quivering again
as his rich and soft voice appeals to all...
who wouldn't cherish the sweet memory
of a singer with a voice so extraordinary?


The lyrics express his intense feelings,
and he deeply feels what he expresses...
and he embarks on a long journey, taking us along,
allowing us to appreciate love's faithfulness in song.
Listen carefully to his superb singing and accept his invitation;
allow him to take you to the serene Heavens...that final destination.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

to The Public

Not really a poem, but the truth of my being.

To the Public
WLM
Wildncrazy555
June 28, 2011

When I write the words just flow. I get an inspiration or a thought and have to write it down. 
Why, I do not know.  They just flow and all follow a story.  I write my innermost thoughts with 
the deepest passion imaginable and all are TRUE life experiences which have occurred in my life. 
I am diagnosed Severe Bipolar Disorder and disabled and draw SSDI. I no longer have to work 
from over 40 yrs in Maintenance and 2 degrees in Electronics and Electrical maintenance. I do 
draw disability now for over 2 yrs time and depression is a daily bout which I face every day, 
but try to be positive. The medicine I take is for my head and helps with mood swings and 
depression. As to date, I cannot read many of my works as I Bawl like a baby at most of 
them.  I remember when and how I felt when I wrote them.  But all of them follow a story to 
the end.  I cannot recite a single one because once written they are gone, otherwise they eat 
my Brain.  I am crying now as I write this and divulge my deepest thoughts and experiences of 
my life. I feel better now that it is gone from my head folks.  When a situation arises, I just 
know which ones will deserve recognition to be told.  I suffer from arthritis on my left side, my 
hands hurt all the time, and I practice herbal medicine for the pain.  I create my own remedies 
from my herbologist named Daryl Collins here in Okmulgee, he gives me the herbs and I am 
the guinea pig first and foremost for the experience.  Anyone else who suffers from this can 
contact me at trenton6896@yahoo.com.  I am willing to tell you the recipe for my
Creations.  I hope all appreciate this testimony of mine.  All I say is true to fact.
							William Lewis Moore
							June 28, 2011


Details | Ottava rima | |

THE EXCRUCIATING CRUCIFIXION

He was the Lamb that had to be slaughtered 
during the Passover and without Calvary, there wouldn't have been any salvation;
nothing would have forgiven our unpardonable sin!
Christ, as Isaiah prophesied, came when Jerusalem
was in dire need of a king who promised freedom!
The Romans were the conquerors with that mighty sword,
but only the defiant Barabbas waged war against Caesar with many a rebellion! 



Many say that we shouldn't venerate the cross which Jesus died upon,
but without the presence of that cross, we couldn't have been saved;
Jesus' blood gushed from it, to stain the rocks below, and wash all inequities away...
and the weeping and wailing of His mother Mary deepened when Christ expired,
as the earthquake jolted Jerusalem's streets and Temple,
to even make the envious and skeptical Priests tremble,
the radiant sun became invisible as darkness covered all;
and was it a coincidence or the undeniable fact that God Himself showed us His mercy?



We haven't carried the heavy wooden cross through Jerusalem and being whipped,
and laughed at; and we haven't seen those women cry for the Christ whom they heard speak;
and we haven't felt the agony of the most atrocious hour that He endured for us all! 
An impostor wouldn't have suffered and died to become the Redeemer they awaited,
a liar wouldn't have glorified His Father and preached a Gospel that offered much hope;
History was changed at Golgotha, and human kindness nurturing divine love triumphed!
Lord Jesus, many heard you speak on the Mountain and beheld what we could not! 
Lord Jesus, Andrew and John stood by you and comforted Your Mother with their tears!     
 


As you promised the good thief...Lord, remember us, too when we testify in Your favor
or die for Your sake! Paradise awaits us, and all who believe in goodness, not evil;
the excruciating crucifixion was predestined, not being staged by Man who hated love,
it had to happen in order for Humanity to reconcile with their forsaken God of Israel!
We can never be worthy for Your sacrifice, unless we become the messengers of true faith...
to uphold truth and dignify love as you often did in words and deeds!
If we forget Your passion, nothing can magnify the purpose of Your death;
and without a shepherd, this flock will aimlessly roam among rocks and weeds!   

 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Weep Not Too Long

Love has grandeur and finesse. Sometimes greater, sometimes for less, Weep only for a short while. Move on with harmonies style. When your eyes have tearful drape, New passion shall always escape. Recall the memories that are deep. Gallop ahead, for not long shall you weep.


Details | Free verse | |

A Room Somewhere

1.
The town was perpetual summer,
dandelions adrift on the breeze,
dew gathering on the skin of fruits,
their meat succulent, and the smell
of burnt cashews lingers in the air,
and the river—forever flowing somewhere,
coursing like a comb through a woman’s hair

The women parade through the center of town,
their heels always lifting off the sandy ground,
they wear a rainbow of blooming skirts,
their last names signifying their worth
and the foreheads of men that courted them shone
in the afternoon sun, their pomades never faded.
The booths in the marketplace always flapped open.

A shipment of sailors came through the town,
as if a curse, one impending hurricane, they blew
one by one through the delis and the pool halls.
They landed their shiny boots on the land,
and the dirt caked around clung.


2.
Then after, the numerous wailing guests,
the food, the belly wherein the child resides,
cloth napkins and long lacy veils.   

She was never ruined, simply rueful.
It never happened that way, or it did,
and all was changed at seventeen.

A soundtrack of silence—
A family sits down to dinner,
silverware completed with
a mother, and a father.

It is different to daughters who have loved a father,
sons birthed one after the other, with perfect wonder
they will never resist the heroic memory of a sailor
held captivated by beauty at a fair one night.


Details | I do not know? | |

I am dying day-by-day

I am dying day-by-day
But still I want to live one more day
To change the system of our country
To change the thinking of our human brains
I am from a backward caste
With many hopes and with torn clothes
Still I am first in the class
But nobody want to sit beside me
I am alone and the race is with me
That day I already died
But still I want to live one more day
To change the caste system
To change the human thinking

When I was 19
A girl loved me sincerely
She want to live her whole life with me
And she never bothered about my caste and religion
My love went in deep and deep
Where our souls cannot be seperated
But our religions came in between
She is muslim and I am hindu
Their parents bet us badly
And seperated forever
She married someother
And I died once again
Still I want to live one more day
To change the differences in religions
To establish a new religion called human religion

A widow in my village
Who's husband died in her young age
I want to give her a new life
I thought to marry her
This village people against me and her
Saying a widow cannot be remarried
She should stay alone for the whole life
I tried a lot to get her
But I finally failed
And I died once again
But still I want to live one more day
To change these superstitious believes
To change the human nature

I am dying day-by-day
But still I want to live one more day


Details | Light Poetry | |

9 11 new york

I remember my friend Clifford
Saying if I heard bout the plane
That had hit the trade center
Then I feel a chill run thru my vein

We all went outside to see
There was smoke from the building
Then the next plane comes again
And struck as we stand there looking

 We were right in the edge
Of the famous Hudson River
Where all the ships would receive
Then leave with their cargo to deliver

 I said hope every one is okay
And make it out alive
But I was so very wrong 
Because so many did not survive

And from that moment on
The world change for the worst
Wars and terrorism will forever
Spread through out the universe

So many innocent people died
Children, Husbands and wives
Muslims, Hindus, Christians, Jews
So many people losing their lives

And I remember being a Muslim
You start to live with a fear
Because there were random attacks
On Muslims and Indians every where

But it was just the acts some fools
Just like the fanatics on the planes
Because of the hatred in their hearts
The innocents will bear the pains

Some people will use a situation
To spread the hate that they feel
And some will use their understandings
To look at the facts the are real

9-11 will always be in my mind
It was the worst day of my life
And every year on the date
Will cut my heart like a knife

We all are made of flesh and blood
Regardless the color of our skin
And if we all try to live together
Then peace and love will win

I believe in and respect all religions
Although it was made by man
God just wants us to lover each other
It’s the biggest part of his plan

To the families who lost love ones
I can’t find the words to say
But on this date for ever
Together we all will pray


Details | Couplet | |

Baal

Baal
Written by Catherine Reinke

Ancient sources tell us of one old God
forbidden from all others,
Yahweh declared he, from the sun,

named  him Baal. His ceremony enticement
many could not resist,
believe one God only’ certain  may  this one.

Each morning clockwork He would arise
feeding nourishment  they and plants alive.

Not only life give’th  He in  sun’s magnificent glory
 how few could understand
why Yahweh to war went with Baal.

Fought in heavens sky for power supreme complete
resistance forces fought immense
until victory found when Yahweh   produced his demon fail.

Destruction of our earth, when  Yahweh   flood waters  sent.
Save select few , Noah and they
in his arch rescue set  omnipotent God sail.

Declared… drown the followers of the sun!
Yet ,rise each morning Baal still won.

Today  from the watery grave they  have risen 
those who worship all that Baal The  Sun has given.

Plead  we now, no  more destruct  us for such love 
condemned to  wait return of the arch  homeless dove .

Mend your rivalry Yahweh  with Baal, we  pray
that   in service both, in gratitude and love we may.


Details | Free verse | |

breadcrumbs

I've followed the trail, 
of bread crumbs,
you set behind,
each step,
now how am i to return home?


Details | Free verse | |

The Written Word

Such wicked fools, 
What angry, half-crazed things they are
Such despair sticking to them
Around them and through them
Difficult to be certain about
How they have fared for so long.

Such violent buffoons, 
What dramatic, forgetful things they are
Such regret spilling toward them
Behind them and before them
Problematic to imagine
How their mistakes continue on.

Such loving simpletons, 
What brave, tender souls they are
Such passion within them
To end and begin them
Hard to know
The depths of their love.

Such magnificent dolts, 
What imaginative, dreamy-eyed things they are
Such creations flow from them
And I, one among them
Impossible to understand
All that is contained in every one.


Details | Sonnet | |

My Spiritual Will

My worldly possessions, I leave to whoever is alive.
My words, I leave to who shall ever care to read.
My prayers of hope, I give for all that do survive.
My thoughts, I have shared orally to fix a need.

I shall leave this world with no blood heirs.
However, I have loved many children with heart.
I leave no challenges undone, with only a few tears.
I leave this world, without regrets from the start.

I leave my soul to those who are in need.
My remains, I renounce to natures desire.
Thoughts, I have inspired to spread as seed.
Love of the simplistic ideals to fly higher.

A belief, humanity will continue to great heights.
A prayer, there will be no more un-humane plights.


Details | Elegy | |

Poor Anna

For fleeting fame, a chance to shine
Her need for love and acceptance overwhelming.
Casting out all values and decorum
Her thoughts focused on only the prize she seeks

For fortune and celebrity outweigh the moral dilemma
Her sense of propriety and self-respect clouded
As she chases wealth and jewels and raiment’s of gold
This gilded beauty seeks the flash of celebrity with her gleaming smile

Unaware or oblivious to the emptiness of her chosen existence
The love so superficial…the acceptance a façade
Yet a growing void within, unfilled and gnawing at her soul,
She fails to understand, consumed with superficial desires…so many detractors

Instead, reaching still for her star, the mores of society cast aside
Ambition soon replaced with desperation as the pillars fall one by one
Surrounding herself with the leaches that prey upon the weak
Believing their lies, slipping further into the abyss of a lost soul

Clinging to the fleeting relief of drugs and salacious acts
Until the naïve young woman who once existed slips beyond salvation
Ambition and determination replaced with a need for instant gratification
Needing something to ease the agonizing pain of what she has created

But a loss so profound pushes her beyond coping with the anguish
Not even a true and genuine new love would be enough to heal 
For her wounds are deep and many, and not one loves enough to see
Her end is in sight; as such tragedies have befallen the iconic fatales before her

Fleeting and elusive the adoration she craves…And no one hears; no one sees  
While alone in a strange city and hotel room, her flame flickers and tragically dies
As her legend quickly becomes greater than her life had ever been
Will she revel in her place in history?  Or is she simply gone; destroyed by us all.


Details | Rhyme | |

Sandra's Poem

Some people will count the days by minutes and hours
I spend it thinking of you in a field full of flowers
I can see the look on your face and the wind in your hair
And I think upon ways to go from this place and to there
The sun begins to set as you wait in that place
My view becomes dim and my heart starts to race
Just one last glimpse and I think I will say
That now I can smile, and wait through the day.


Details | Haiku | |

' Uni-Verse...' (Haiku # 11)

   ‘ Uni-Verse ’   Haiku  # 11

        Oh, What Universe
What Grand Word, Did God Speak First
     ... Gave Beginning – Birth !


Details | ABC | |

Do you know my abc's?

And it was there. Looking me in the eye, “I shall born you.” I was overcome with 
sadness.

Before I was born I died. I was one with everything. I was more alive then, then I 
am now.

Children seem so simple. Children seem so free. Why is life so hard. Maybe the 
simple one is me.

Deep cuts in my heart. A boy that I love with all of me. I might’ve been invisible 
because he always walked by.

Enough of this! I hate it all. I gathered myself and left my heart behind.

Falling down the tubes. Drifting though life. No friends, no family. I. Can’t. Breath.

Gaining momentum. Losing myself.

Hot under my skin. It’s getting tighter. Wanting to rip through it.

I, am, not, real.

Just between us. Just between us two. I used to be everything.

Killing gives life. I want to give my life to you.

Love exists only as water. My heart is dry.

Maybe I’m your dream. Maybe you are mine. Maybe neither of us carry weight. 
Maybe both of us have died.

No, you never gave me a drop.

O I cry. I cry for you. I cry I cry I cry I cry for you.

Plenty of times I wonder how long my sentence is.

Quiere un vaso de dulce sangre. Dibuja un corazon dentro de mi cuerpo. Con 
esto corazon agujero, bebe mi vida. 

Run away from what you’ve heard. Leave and write your own truths. They say He. 
He does not exist. It tells me so.

Say what’s on my mind? Ultimate indulgences; eating meat and having sex. A 
man is meat. Chocolate is sex. A Chocolate man is the only heaven that will ever 
exist. Next to Him.

Telling you about my life is wasting the time I have to live it. If you’re meant for me 
you’ll just know.

Un knowledged people need to stop giving the gift of life and start giving the gift 
of life.

Very little patience do I have for those with no words. I’ll look for the person who 
stole them from you.

Will you be the one that I can hold  for now? Do you have a sweet heart, do you 
have soft soul?. Will you be the the love  that my ego drinks?

Xoxo hugs and kisses. Hugs and kisses. Let me touch your skin, help me miss 
your soul.

You’re looking inside me. Like it used to.

Zero words writing in my head. Where do my thoughts go? They go on this page. 
This page of my life.


Details | Shape | |

From the Seed of one Woman

                                                    from the seed
                                             of one woman life was
               in the                  making god blessed this                  woman 
    with the joy of              a child many generations              past in time
today thousands of years later we still don't understand that under the 
skin in the blood that  flows through each and everyone of our veins we are
all children of god           our colors on the out side              has no significance
  to our roots   even though some of us may be of different color  you are all my 
brothers and    sisters in soul I pray that you to may call the man or the woman 
standing next to you     one of your own at heart                            because a true 
child  of god           would see things         in a manner of such       maybe to some 
this in not      their belief                in time        I pray that           my father god 
        shows you to           that you have         a family  waiting for you      
            in the                  after              life                     until then      may
              you         spread                    love                          and joy to all 
                                              FOR                        GOD
                                             IS THE                  ONLY
                                                   ONE             THAT
                                                       CAN       SAVE 
                                                           US FROM 
                                                           A WORLD
                                                           OF HATE
                                                            PRAY TO
                                                            HIM AND
                                                             HE WILL
                                                             BE WITH
                                                             YOU    IN
                                                            ALL YOUR
                                                        TIME OF NEED
                                                  GOD GAVE YOU LIFE
                                           TO SPREAD LOVE NOT HATE












                          


Details | I do not know? | |

THE HEART OF THE SWING

***PROMPT 6b*** THE TALE OF THE HEART'S SWING 




 


You see this ole swing young man 
well your grandpa here made it by hand. 
Yes sirree I sure did boy 
this here ole swing is not a toy. 



Dang I even cut down the very own tree 
to make this swing for grandma and me. 
I put in these curves and little things 
I had to have the most perfect swing. 



Well I worked day after day 
carving and a cuttin no time for play. 
When I got er done me and her had a little conversation 
in the end of it I told her she was a sensation. 



I polished her up til she shone like gold 
what I was doing no one knowed. 
This was back in nineteen and forty one 
that was the good old days son. 



I made this here sturdy ole pine swing 
for your grandma to make her sing. 
See I gave it to her when I made her my wife 
and we have enjoyed it in our happy life. 



Now listen here close boy I am givin this here swing to you 
for I have something that I gotta go do. 
Seems grandma is waitin at the Lords door for me 
together again the two of us will be. 



Now don't cry be a man,and take good care of this ole swing 
lotsa life in her yet,take her and give her to your wife and make her sing. 
Whatever you do in this world all I ask is for you to pass her on down when you go 
this here ole swing is worth more than all of any mans gold. 



I'll be a watchin you from up there in the clouds 
so come now boy and always know you make your grandpa proud. 
Yeah this ole swing could tell you some stories 
time for me to go now remember I always loved ya boy. 

Debbie Wagoner 2/26/12


Details | I do not know? | |

A Reb's Letter To His Mother

On a lonely rainy day
in June of 1862 a Reb
soldier was barley walking
down the road after
a great battle, when he
came upon a fellow soldier who
was lying in the mud.

He stooped down to listen
to the soldier's final words,

"Mr. he said, I know that
before this hour is over,
I will no longer be here,
so could you please take
this letter or see to it,
that my mama gets it""

      The young man then
passed on.

    The Reb soldier
picked up the letter
and began to read it,

The letter dated June 5, 1862, went as follows,

      Dear Mama

  We are going into battle in a little while and I thought I needed to
write you.  I must tell you mother dear, that I truly belive, I won't be coming out
of this one today.  I will fall in battle and I will die this very day.

I know I told you in my last letter that I would be home for Christimas, but I may
not be able to.  I know that you have worried about me terribly
much mama, but you knew that I wanted to be here more than anything, I believed
in the South's cause and I told you, not to worry, but that yes something could happen.

Mama you taught me to be honest, to read my Bible and to pray everyday, most of all for me
 to obey those that had authority over me, you taught me well, because
I have done all of those things.

    I love you dear mother and I just want to tell you I love you more than any son ever
could love a mother.

Don't be sad, I have
to go now, were getting ready to leave, hope to write you again, if
not I'll see you when you get to heaven,
I will be there to greet you.

                  Love, Your loving son, George,

So the Reb soldier put the letter in his coat and went on his way,
knowing that this letter would be delivered.


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus Could Have Called 10,000 Angels


Jesus Could Have Called 10,000 Angels…

On a cross… Jesus suffered for you and me.
He could have called 10,000 
angels to set him free.

Nailed to this cross, he went
 through so much pain.
He knew his purpose and the 
reason why he came.

Being there for all of mankind 
was his choice.
Weakened and alone… 
 One could hear his voice;

“Father forgive them.” 
 “They don’t know what they’re doing!”
As the crowd listened… 
 Many began believing.

“My God why have you forsaken me?” 
 With one last breath…
And then...  And very quickly… 
 There was death!

For all of the pain and suffering
 he was to endure
Was so that a plan of salvation
 is now secure.

This same Jesus, who was to rise again.
Is forever to be our atonement for sin!

Seated at the right hand
 of God the father... In heaven above..
He awaits there for us all with
 an abundance of  love!

Won’t you accept his gift 
of life that he’s giving?
And allow him to forever change
 the way you’re living!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Quatrain | |

The Plan

These days my heart pumps slowly 
For fear of faling too fast
It clings to what it desires
And hopes the feeling will last

My spirit has taken a detrimental glide
And I'm free falling on faith alone
I am learning to trust God's will be done
And to live as he would condone

Days are rough and I can't help but think
Of you, your thoughts, your heart
I'm trying to be strong and with God I can
But I've missed you from the start

Little things we've done and the good times
Are all I seem to recall
I know had we done things accordingly
God would have ensured we'd never fall

You have a great heart and gentle spirit
Some recent things I don't understand
But I know it's not up to me to fear it
Because somehow, it's part of God's plan


Details | I do not know? | |

The Mary Rose

Her beauty is not only marked
By features of her face
But also from the charming way
Her movements define grace
and at times she seems to be
So sad and all alone
My only wish to bring her joy
still chills me to the bone

For in her eyes there does remain
a day of distant past
when the death of love and life
tore sail from her mast
Her crew remains in missing state
Forever to this day
Her mighty size and splendor still
Can’t hide her great dismay

Her bow remains so straight and true
Her deck shines like the sun
But underneath the wooden hull
Her memory does run
For no amount of polish there
removes the darkened stain
her days of sailing in the sun
now clouded by her pain

I wish for her a night so clear
Calm waters for to sail
A happy ending to her tour
would end this depressed tale


Details | Free verse | |

Her

Cashmere Bouquet Shower to Shower Powder The scent of my mother Gave her power for the hours Smelling sweetly all day Attitude of the same Helped her to work with calm Those 18 hours through


Details | I do not know? | |

Free

Opening up was the best thing I could have ever did
All those things that made me & embarrassed me as a kid
You never looked at me different because my past was shameful
Talked to you about some of the things in my life that we’re still painful
I am human, filled with emotions and lots of anger
Hate filled my heart to the point I wanted to lock it in a chamber
How I feel is as real and emotional as it gets
Stress consumed me for years, felt like I needed a cigarette
Needless to say the battle has been done
I’m still standing and breathing so I must have won
The ultimate prize of keeping my sanity and myself free
Love the fact my past is so messed up… It really made me
You I give the ultimate credit for finding my inner voice
Felt like with you I have to write, it really leaves me no choice
I am a woman, blemished, flawed and tortured by life
Invisible wounds on my heart from being cut by life’s knife
But still I stand and hold my head up High
I only have one life and I refuse to give up and Die
I am woman, lover, and loyal friend till this life takes me away
I only wish I could have told you all the things I wanted to say
I understand that people are placed in life for all types of reasons
With you I guess it was only meant for a season
Learned a lot about myself with the help of you
You embraced me with ease and had no clue
Life had killed me, left me emotionally dead
Then I met you, felt like the best thing I never had
The make up of me is so complex, guarded & sad
I’m learning to let go of it all, no more hanging on to the past
All those people that did wrong by me can officially get a rash
Living for me now so I gives no care how you feel
This is me, uncut, uncensored… I feel the need to be real
No longer taking my past and feeling sorry for how it was
Living life to the fullest… Just like everyone else does
Don’t feel sorry for me I am no longer a victim, I’m Free
Just letting the world know I am no longer ashamed of being me
The mirror I used to run from I now embrace
The hate that was once in my heart has now been replaced
That frown that I always wore because if hurt to smile
I keep this smile permanently embedded and it’s going to be here for a while
I am no longer sad…. I’m so focused on my life and moving forward
Carrying all that hate and anger around was such a burden
Free..Free.. Free from life’s tortures and Pain
Standing on my own two feet with a smile is how I will remain


Details | Rhyme | |

Touch Me

Touch me in the morning Like each unique sunrise Touch me in the evening Like a burning coal alive Touch me at noonday Make embers be flame Touch me in the evening All my dreams sustain After all these long years My heart belongs to you So touch me love today For I long for love true___ Finis


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

The Angels Could Have-

The Angels Could Have…

The angels came to praise the Savior's birth.
Where in a manger wrapped in rags He lay.
God’s greatest gift to all mankind on earth,
Christ, grew to know His Father day by day.

A mortal man called; Joseph knew God’s plan.
He married Mother Mary his betrothed.
A vision came to him, oh, blessed man.
And set love on the road that God proposed.

His earthly parents raised Him as a man.
And God the Father trained Him in right ways.
In Nazareth Christ Jesus knew God’s plan
And taught the word of God to kings and slaves.

Alas the time had come for sacrifice.
The garden where He prayed, “Thy will, not mine…” 
His life, betrayed by kiss, sold for a price.
That very night, to God, His will resigned.

The angels in the heavens would have come.
But never did He from us turn His face.
Sin nailed Him to the cross and stood it plumb.
Because of His great love we have God’s grace.


© © Dane Smith-Johnsen
January 30, 2010
Poetic form: Iambic Pentameter


Details | I do not know? | |

Midnight in Johannesburg

1.

Calm descends,
feathery, misty, settling gently on this city’s breath.

Elusive sleep,
teases,
hiding amongst the clouds,

while silver ribbons of moonlight, caress the concrete.

2.

Midnight in Jo’burg,
alone, in this wild-eyed, crazy city,

warm and cruel at once,

ragged, torn, sublime,

brimming with African life,

alive in an African summer night.

3.

Zimbabwe, you are us,

Morocco is infused in our veins,

Nigeria lingers on our wet kisses,

Malawi, we are you.

4.

A continental mosaic,

the smells of Cairo,
and sounds of Dakar,
soaked in tastes of Addis,

mingle on my city’s streets.

5.

We are all, African.

‘They’ are not the other,

we are ‘them’, tossed in a communal pot,

sipping mampoer*,
and chowing pap and vleis*,

in my city,

my Jozi**,

your Jo’burg**,

our eGoli**

_____

* – a home-brewed drink, and a maize-meal porridge and meat.

** – all names refer to Johannesburg.


Details | Rhyme | |

9/11, 2001 " Page 1 of 2 "

9/11, 2001
Tuesday morning when it all began
Four Jet Airliners 
Hi-jacked at will
To fly their mission
To kill, blood spill
 
Target chosen
New York City
No questions asked
No pity
 
Internal flight
Laid-en with fuel
Turned off course
To the Hi-jackers rule
Islamist, al-Qaeda is the name they claim
What honest faith
Would want this fame
To take these lives on this September day
It's not what religion should portray
 
Nineteen jackers, whats on their minds
To do their deed on their own mankind
No scriptures, books of the olden day
Would let any brother, be slain this way
What battle would be, without seeing your killers eyes
This nineteen, the world despise
 
Our modern world on camera caught
Jet Airliners flying the next so fraught
North Tower hit by flight 11
Then the South by flight 175
All aboard the planes, would not survive
Many compatriots would also die.
To this day i wonder why?
 
CNN and TV crew's 
Capture, man's cruelty to man
It makes you spew
The cowards that commandeered these planes
Are not religious, plainly insane
 
To be on the ground and look above
Two Manhattan giants
New Yorkers grew to love
Taken down by evil beings
They can't believe what they are seeing

Two explosions in just under an hour
Office life is about to shower
Paper and life fall to the ground
Silenced grief makes no sound
To New York City, that never sleeps
In a state of mourning that will presently weep
 
We hear on the news, Washington's been hit
The Pentagon, yea that's it
One of the four, also has it's say
On this dark September day

In Pennsylvania
The fourth still in flight
Passengers on board
Try with all their might
Overcome the scum 
Who hi-jacked their plane
The next hour would never be the same
 
Somerset County is where she fell
These brave civilians,
As calls will tell
To try and claim the plane that's theirs
So suppress those infidel curs>


Details | Senryu | |

Nowhere To Run To

Nowhere to Run to
Footsteps closing in;
Qualms about my bright future,
Up against a wall.


Details | Name | |

A Criminal Element

My heart was completely hearted,
My Past was a quicksand, my ancestors,
Died without a drawing to follow up,
Younger generation has no guide lines.

When a person found a search light, 
And noted a formula of luxuries,
He wrote it for his younger generation.
Without roots a tree can’t survive.

A nation that has no roots as Dalits,
Are struggling to find out the roots,
Religion, a long rooted path for living.
People want to survive by conversion.

If someone has nothing to learn from past,
Present can’t build a concreted basement,
A life will waste the natural resources and 
Future will produce a criminal element.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Rain begins again

Rain Begins Again
WLM
Wildncrazy555
June 28, 2011

Dizzy Lizzy sitting in the rain
Waiting for it to sustain
Hear the thunder rolling
The giant in the sky is bowling
The rain is so cool
As the mourning jewel
The birds in the trees
Feeling the cool breeze
The rain gives new birth from the heart
It quenches the earth from its start
The rain feels so fine
It makes my head feel so sublime
The earth needs the rain
So all life can sustain
The feelings that we share
Surely, do we dare?
Revel in the glory
Of the never-ending story
With the land and it’s age
From this to another stage
The flowers so much in bloom
With such a beautiful flume
Surrounding our earth
From the beginning of it’s birth
Will be the rest for me
For all time and my destiny


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Forgotten Love Found

Forgotten Love Found
Wildncrazy555
WLM
March 31, 2011

I thought she was lost
I did not know at what cost
She did not want me
So she let me be free
But now I have no more fear
For now she has returned here
Do I really know to see?
That she really does need and want me
For now I will think and just sit
This is her chance to prove it
I will truly be very strong
And she must show me that I was wrong
Should I let go of the slack
She must show me she wants me back
Will she really come and show 
If so my heart will have such a glow
As the sun is so hot and bright in the sky
I will lose all my fears and know why
I want to hold her so bad
And by doing so I will never again be sad
All my love I will give to her now
The amount she will never know how
We will make love for the first time
It will be so exciting and so extremely fine
I hope she will want me forever
If to be we will always be together
We will have to be till the end
This is the best time we can begin


Details | Rhyme | |

The Kid's Mother

One has to wonder
how the Kid's life would have turned out, had he not lost his mother.
The one true individual in his life whom he loved devotedly like no other
and so too was her love for him, the devoted unconditional love of a loving mother.
Many a tenderfoot would show up at her door 
and Mrs Catherine Antrim (the Kid's mother) would nurse them, feed them 
and provide for them a nights board.
It's very obvious that Billy's fine qualities were passed down to him from his mother.
Had she lived an average lifetime, in my mind there is no doubt,
Billy, the Kid today may have been a different legend that may have become about.
He most likely would have been
a very outstanding model citizen,
very likely also a great humanitarian.
He today may have been an even greater prouder legend
had  his mother's life not been so abruptly brought to an end,
but then again, there's always that possibility
that as great as the Kid's life could have had a chance to be
it may not have been great enough to be legend unfortunately,
and the Kid today would not be a legend at all, just another great figure of history
long lost and faded into obscurity.

However, the Kid in true reality
suffered a very short and violent life full of so much tragedy.
As far as I'm concerned, He Deserves To Be A Legend Eternally.


Details | Free verse | |

My Dad

Who loves me enough to keep track of me by the color of the sky?
Who is the one who still loves me if I win, loose or die?
 My Dad
He stands among a chosen few
There are a lot things for him to do
Obligations, situations countries all a mess
He puts his best foot forward and does his best
 My dad loves me and I love him to
When we are together theres nothing us two 
Couldn't do, because we are the same, nothing new
 My dad and I the same and God knows why
 
Ruth Courtney


Details | Ballad | |

FOR THOSE I DIDN'T KNOW

They slowly walk to Ground Zero
to grieve for someone they lost or know,
I came to this site for all the fallen;
great sadness mixed with supreme joy,
because they've reached the ultimate glory...
in that place where no one is alone!

My poem is for those I didn't know,
for someone who needed help, but wasn't there;
I would have given up the very breath of this life
to have saved,at least, one soul...
not to make another bell toll!
This loud and deep voice
would have called out to them with infinite grace,
to pull their trapped bodies out of the flames;
and they would have answered me with a whisper...
to lead them, from the mortal darkness, into the living light!

Seasons change colors,
and every year one seems
different from the other;
I stay the same forever...
remembering that nobody 
is safe anyplace, or anywhere!
Be alert and vigilant as they couldn't be...
our enemies are full of treachery,
and trepidation is a sign of sure weakness;
they intimitate us with another menace!  

My poem is for those I didn't know,
and being that stranger I feel even more;
I would have offered my kind arms,
and let their wish,to stay alive,
fall in this caring heart flowing with kindness:
I would have taken their place and gladly died!


Details | Etheree | |

Carolyn Devonshire Educates Me

So
Very
Talented
Full of knowledge
Poetic words show
Flowing lines explaining
History and even more
Including folklore images
Details of love, mysteries results
Her words teach and inspire my muse and me.


Details | Alliteration | |

The Prime Directive Quiz ( P D Q) or Prolix Drama Queen Part One

When You Really Discern… 
‘Why The Drama?’ Pattern
and Pending-Adoration,
 Pertains-Peroration
When You Perceive… 
Who Demands and Why?...  Proceed… 
… to Ply and Pry to Ascertain…
’ He Deserves This Portion-Acclaim’
  and Drumming-Heart, Soulful-Desire…
and Defer-Strength to Dry-Pyre
 and Humble-Pie, Donated-Data –
 in Your Plea-Bargain-Brain- Por-Nada
Disperse the Diaspora
Prefer Real-Deal and Retain Prerogative-Honor

 To, The Divine and Peerless… 
 Person of God – of Pure-Spirits
…  Whose Personage Positively… 
Remains Due-Homage and Dignity
…The Pinnacle… 
Of  The Direct-Pact - Empirical 
Drawn and Done, 
with His Precious DayStar-Son,
 Who Deigned to Come
by The Father’s Decree… 
 Was Dispatched with Poise-Prudently
as Probe and Provision… 
for Our Poverty and Pleurisy-Drain-Derision

He is The Pivot-Portrayal of Royal… 
and Portal-To-Pace-Immortal
This Diadem-Prince-Progeny… 
of Dazzling Famed-Piety and Propriety!
The Possessor and Presenter 
and The Permission-for-us-to Speak and Palace-Enter
The Premium-Derivative-Son,
 This Potentate Happy One...
 Proof-Explained and Patent-Won
Delving Mysteries; Described Memories; 
Drawing Forth Miracle-Draperies
and In Deference… 
As A Pro-Dative – Proconsul-Presence… 
He Maintains Preference
and Displays:  That, The Dynamic-Will… 
and Determined-Purpose Still,
Definitely,  is Top-Priority…
 One… and The Preeminent-Same… Pardon-Plea
He Is The Presiding – Deciding-Door-Key…
Precisely! -  Praise-Accordingly!

For We Are Wind-Swept, Droves of Dust… 
Dirt and Air-Gusts,  
Now, Plundered-Seeds… Still-Planted… 
Packed to Earth, Properly-Contained and Patted
 if We Continue to Divide… 
Disfigure, Pilfer and Hide 
From SonShine, then in Dirty-Prairie…
 We’ll be Permanent-Lain- and Perjury
If  ‘We Choose’ to Develop… 
Too Low-Down, to Peel-Hope
  or Plow-Perverted… 
The Preview, We’ll Not Regain…(We Deserted!)
Its Our Duty and Delight… 
to Reach Dawn-Heights
and Par-Policy:  Dump Rotted Produce…
and Pitch-Pit-Grain- Pro-Ruse


Details | Personification | |

I Found Love

I found Love


As you put your arms around me and tell me not to let.
I can't break free cause I want this,
Tired of feeling lonely
tired of waiting until i fall under the
 ground.No matter what 
anyone says as long as I say it fine 
everything and everyone
has no word.I found love, this isn't like before 
this is where my 
wounds that I've licked and cover only to 
have them opened again.
I will always fear,i will hide this emotion until i 
know I'm going to fall
but for now i have this love this love that no one gave me 
can you see me dancing in the rain of the moonlight and 
your arms around me 
saying that you love me I do.I'll leave in fear of being hurt 
but i will pass this life and the next with the wills of my
 past life and the future of the next.


Details | Sonnet | |

Down In The Wet Land

On mornings as cold inside as out__burr
She knelt__held a match against fat lighterd
For she knew that this was required of her
The fire would smoke, sputter__soon blaze occured

Spreading rapidly engulfing the wood
Seemed like a miracle from where I stood
How she went on from year to  year__question
What could she have been in better situation

She would blow the spark that ignited flames
Fire would glow as did her small meager life
But from her life a blaze planted__child tame
Who would write of her hardships being wife

And how she would teach where the Sweet Shurbs grow
Down in the wet land beside the road
(How to appreciate corn bread, buttermilk, and butter cold.)


Details | I do not know? | |

This is How My Life Feels at My Age

Just got back from the movies,
Date night it was my choosing,
I love these nights with my man,
He's the best friend I've ever had

Job hunting seems to be a joke,
Almost as if CEO's rob their companies to snort more coke,
Politics irritate me, they'll never make sense,
If they kept things simple, it'd be less tense

See my bestie twice a month, 
for an hour, sometimes four,
Always want it to keep going,
Reality doesn't allow time for more,

Come home to the house I bought two years ago,
Sense of pride we've survived everything,
Even when times are hard, it's love that gets you through,
It's what I do everyday that I love to do

I dream of a child, but time will work that out,
Got my doggies, they get what I'm all about
Much to look forward , Much I need to do

Important is exercise and eating the right food,
Fuel for your destination,
Sometimes it's hard to avoid temptation,
Eating well always keeps up the mood!

Music, writing, drawing, being creative,
Seems in our society to be kind of native,
You can go to school for this but what's the point,
Life experience is more vital and helpful tool is the joint,

This my life at my age,
Wont tell how old,
At this point interesting enough,
You didn't want to turn the page


Details | I do not know? | |

I Think Too Much

Ive always been different,
Worked out for me,
Never fit in,
My ways hard to see,

Been told I think too much,
Maybe some don't think enough,
To achieve goals in life,
Gotta make touch decisions, be tough,

Been with my man 12 years,
I've  always loved him
Cause I wont sign a paper,
I get *****and various disapproving grins
No reason to have presidents tied together,
Our love doesn't need to be gov. stamped,
It's meant to last forever,

Working for him 5 years,
Entreprenuer status I admire,
Motivation, drive, optimism, and passion,
These qualities in a boss, you'd never grow tired,
I get those looks, people think I'm dumb,
For believing this dream will ever come true,
It's coming along, it's coming along, now it's actually happening,
You'll apologize later, there's nothing else I'd rather do

When we talked rings,
Made it clear no blood diamonds,
Life's too precious for a pretty rock,
Why did something so inhumane have to happen?
Lab created, that's my request,
Got the Diana style, Simply the best,
When I look at my hand I only see beauty,
Couldn't support a rock coming from the line of duty



Details | Rhyme | |

Nero's Rome

Nero’s Rome


My life died when my love lied
Like a snake in the grass
And just like a Garden of Eden
She ate the fruit forbidden


It chewed me to the core
It left me wanting more


Everything’s too bright in a shell without a light
Like a heart of one-way glass
I saw myself when seeing you
You saw me, but others too

I was a vampire before your mirror
Night came, I became white and disappeared

Everywhere I went was ground zero
In a town I used to love, now hate
My songs like bombs burn and break
Biting, screaming, scratching Nero
I will be the anti-hero
My fiddle and I fornicate


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Helen Keller

 Helen Keller 
Helen Keller 
 
 
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CharlaXFabels 
 

 This is what eye remember about the MOVIE of course eye never knoe her. She 
was moving constantly moving at least the actress who was portraying her but to 
a boy it WAS her it seemed so heart wrenching a thing to just be blind there is a 
SCHOOL for THEM they do not function in the real world and there she was big 
as life the boy in my had that CRUSH upon her from the instant eye saw her it 
was strang puppy love. Winner of the 1960 Tony Award for Best Play, “The Miracle 
Worker” tells the incredible story of Helen Keller, a young woman trapped in a 
world of silence and darkness. Deaf, blind, and mute, with no way to 
communicate, she fought anyone who tried to help her with an intense, furious 
desperation. Then Annie Sullivan came. A strong, determined, half-blind woman 
fueled by her troubled past, she began the daunting struggle to reach Helen and 
bring her into the world at last. She was so pretty in an odd sort of way swaying to 
the tune of musick only she could see and hear the idea that she tried to 
overcome her handicap and live was so nice to this little undergod. YThis semi-
sequel to William Gibson's The Miracle Worker recounts the early adult years of 
the profoundly handicapped but brilliant Helen Keller. Helen, played by Mare 
Winningham, enters college, with her friend and mentor Annie Sullivan Macy 
(Blythe Danner) by her side. As Helen's international fame grows, she must 
withstand the pressures of those who'd treat her as a freak rather than a human 
being as well as Annie's near-strident demands that she excel at everything. The 
multi-faceted Ms. Keller lived too much of a life to be squeezed into a mere two-
hour running time; the script betrays the strain of trying to show us more than it's 
able by wrapping up everything in a hurried, unsatisfying conclusion. see part two 
ED.NOTE


Details | Verse | |

TO FORGIVE

            


                        



                         TO FORGIVE 


                	
          To forgive is to give another chance which is
         something friends generally ask for in one way
         or another in hopes it is not too much of a bother
         regardless of what father and mother devour- it is
         always necessary

          But does it really enhance self esteem and 
         confidence? despite what color the fence behind
         which one should never feel too tense or course
         there will often be a need for recompense and it
         is still a good thing to do even at school?

          Whoever wears the pants in a good relationship 
         should be smart enough to know if both individuals
         are happy and if so be in control of all actions 
         or decisions- but always forgive wrong doing 
         instead of automatically condemning which tends to 
         be what People are always doing- whoever wears the 
        skirt should be at least smart enough to never 
        commit an act of betrayal


Details | Free verse | |

Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home
My childhood home
Is cherished 

Memories filled with
Silver and gold
And sometimes pure cold.

No one told me
It would go with me
Where ever I go 

When I roam from
Town to town
I carry it with me

I open the door
Each night when
I go to sleep
And dream.

I can’t shake
What I learned
And what I didn’t 
Learn inside 
My honeycomb

I can’t stop
Moaning 
About that
Home.


Details | Free verse | |

EXCEPTIONAL INDIVIDUALS

Exceptional individuals
are called by God
to lead lost souls to Him;
and the words they speak
are truthful and bold;
and they never lose heart...
when they are tossed by a storm:
their faith greater than doubts!

God speaks to them and they obey,
changing the course of human history;
and when chaos and confusion threaten their safety,
a promise is made into them:
to live by  compassion and integrity...
until wonders and miracles will amaze them!

Many have gone into sleep,
rejecting the message of salvation,
another chance for redemption...
to awaken their dead spirit;
and while they treaded the paths of endless fear...
those exceptional individuals could have ended their despair!

And, with perished thoughts ,
they wait in their grave to hear
the angels' trumpets announcing the hour...
with a hope never lost to eternity;
they will be raised to life by God's infinite mercy,
and be judged in the presence 
of those exceptional individuals
who were saved by Christ's blood at Calvary!


Details | Ballad | |

' Legendary ... ' ( Part 1 (of) 4 )

        ‘ Legendary … ’    ( Part  1  (of)  4 ) 


Step with me into History
Step with me, to ‘Days of Yore’ Pageantry
Let Time and Mind, March Back Momentarily
Let Mist and Musings … Merge in Front of Thee …

… On Mare, or Mighty-Destrier … Ride Along with Me
In Rich-Carriage, or Hay Wagon … Come Along with Me
Thru The Forests … See The Hunters, Plying Falconry
Thru The Elms, See Caravan … of A Girl-Gypsy

Over Sunny Knoll, and Shady Dale … Onward We Journey
By, Merchant-Trade, Lo’!... We Made – A Medieval City !
… Now, Hear Drummers, Beat Cadence … Dramatically
Hark, The Trumpets, Blare Forth, Thunderously

… Hear A Herald Invite: “  Hear Ye’ - All Heraldry “
Come to The Ball; Lyre and Mandolin Pluck Persuasively
 a Lone Flute, Floats a Tune … so Melodiously
Perchance … Join The Dance and Step Accordingly

 Twirl and Whirl, Do A Bassa’ … then Bow and Curtsy
Forsooth, from the word ‘Court’, comes such ‘Courtesy’
And Tis’ Adamant, for Manners, Donned in Such Finery
Swirling in Silk Gowns, Vests and Veils with Embroidery

… Gemmed-Cloaks, Headdress and Hose, Bedecked in Luxury
bearing Crested-Medallions and Daggers: There is no Subtlety
amid Scented Candles, Flowered Columns and Alcove Settees
and Banquets, where Sweetmeats and Puddings were made Ready

… also Victuals of Venison, Fruits, Cheese, Wine and Meade Aplenty
for The Wayfarer and Time-Traveler, who Ventures Back With Me …
And Now … may Troubadour … Spin A Tale, So Precisely
Aye … May Bard, Weave Thee Well, into This Tapestry …


                                    Chorus:

           Sweet Wine On My Lips … Drip In Ecstasy
      Sweet Touch On My Hips … Smooth as Warm Honey
            Sweet Love of My Soul … Last An Eternity
             Sweetheart, Be Thou Bold … In Bravery …
… and if Sweet Talk, Be A Token … and Language Be Spoken …
               … Be Legendary … Be Thou Legendary 


                          ( Part  1 (of) 4  )


Details | I do not know? | |

Ludwig and Vincent

Ludwig & Vincent...


‘They said that you were mad, Vincent’, whispered Ludwig to a silent Vincent.


‘I still am, quite insane’, replied Vincent, ‘but you, dear Ludwig, you were deaf, and mad, I hear’.


‘I listened with my soul, Vincent, I heard it all without hearing a sound. Yes, mad and deaf indeed I too, still am’, Ludwig said, smiling at Vincent.


‘just look at them now’, Vincent replied, smiling with Ludwig, ‘look at them now, as they hawk sunflowers, blissfully oblivious of exquisite starry nights’.


‘yes’, smiled Ludwig, ‘look at them now, they crave joy, yet they cannot hear an ode, dear Vincent, they cannot hear it! They do not care enough to hear’.


‘Yes, dear Ludwig’, Vincent sighed, ‘they do not care enough to hear’.


Ludwig and Vincent smiled, each tugging an ear.


Details | Monorhyme | |

REBELLION AND LOYALTY

In the restless fifties, teens had to face many realities:
join the draft and go to war or rebel and bear absurdities,
the neutral ones stayed in college and avoided penalties;
oh for God's sake, why should any youngster fight enemies?
Hippies rebelled against the government and shouted obscenities;
they wanted to smoke pot, make love and have lots of babies.
When Motherland calls her soldiers, there are no certainties...
either you fight to survive, or you surely die without strategies.
All mothers cried as they departed to meet their destinies;
did anyone hear them whispering those rules to assure safeties? 
The young soldiers did, not discarding hopes and possibilities.
The Vietnam War was a long one, stretching into the seventies;
many didn't return, some did to enjoy serenities and liberties...
and proud they were to have served well, shunning insecurities.


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus Purchased My Soul



Jesus Purchased My Soul! Jesus purchased my soul… And I now it! I love him so much! I want to show it! Jesus paid it all on Calvary so long ago… He loves me so much! This I know! Jesus gave his all… With his redeeming grace! And has put my life on a solid place! Jesus paid the price! He did it for you and me! He died on the cross… So that I may be free! Jesus is coming back soon! I want to be with him! He is coming back! With the clouds beneath him! Come quickly Lord Jesus! Perhaps today? You’re the truth! The Life! The only way! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

The Interlude

I am drenched
In a solemn, endless rain of tears 
Over the drifting of my sole spring—
Its grace and ethereal splendour

Extricate me, 
Now lost in the tangled darkness of cosmic riddle
Fire me, 
To the crest of your sublime ripple

In a murderous mob
Hunting down intolerant voices
Let me flourish 

Efface that vestigial wilderness
Of towering forest between
So I can hear …

Lavish on me the wealth of your melodic inventions 
Closing that desert of distance
That long seems across trillion miles 

I, the latest flame in your rising fire
Pull me near your rapid river
Where groves laden with mangoes quiver


Details | I do not know? | |

The Shedding of Skin

The Shedding of Skin. 

Parched lullabies seem jarring,
gentle persuasion an assault,
quiet understanding reeking of decay,
fatigued under this skin in which I must stay. 

Dreams of moulting,
shedding the hubris of crafty words,
flushing away all famished rhymes,
ripping the fibres of an ink-stained past. 

Knowing. 

Always knowing,

that honey-soaked kisses, seem destined,
breathlessly,
never to last. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Queen of Harlots , Babylon the Great

O Babylon the Great , have you yet seen your fate
that you will not enter beyond Ghenna's gate
with many voices you have scattered
all the truth that really mattered
knowledge is disguised , hidden by your lies
The web you weave to decieve
destroys all those who would believe
Century's old and centuries past
in your grip you have held fast
all the minds of those who live
who their hearts to Love would give
You have turned the truth to ritual
and idols carved with which to fool
all the Masses of the land, with your deathly grasp in hand
All your pomp and your pretense
will be revealed and shortly hence
All will look upon your corpse
naked and stripped , they'll you divorce
and when all look away, what upon their minds will stay
You have left their hearts berift
with so little thinking left
Will a thirst for truth be born
or will their short lived lives be torn
When the winds of change do blow
and they do with trembling show
that all their lives in ignorance , left without their sentience
the wicked guide has left them blind
without Love in heart and mind
the fire of Ghenna reserved for you
and things you taught clearly not true
mankind will look upon your grave
where will they look their souls to save
Babylon the Great has spread her web
The Queen of Harlots will soon be dead
God will pour out the wine of his wrath
for all the innocents you've slain on your path
Thousands of years of torture you've sown
and only through that has your membership grown
Jah will strip you of your gown
will burn with fire your filthy town
The nations will look upon you in wonder
the abundance of your riches they will plunder
Flee from her skirts you lovers of Truth
Jah will empty her coffers and to ashes reduce
 
sources Apocalypse 17 & 18
 
for soon now the World Empire of False
Religion will receive her destruction
flee from her all you lovers of the Truth

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Free verse | |

A Woman Regrets

I never meant to mar your beautiful face
The wax fell in a landslide, a hot spring
The wind shrieked as you flew, then all stillness.
Now snow glistens over earth--icy, hardened tears
of gods showing their terror, their vengeance.
I do not go near candles anymore.
They say I have gone mad—no, only numb
My brothers tug at my arm, legs, and face
A statuette fixed in place, stunted, pale
In the old scenes, you are man. I, woman:
I bite the fruit, I open the box, you
go along, go on, pursuing the tides
Laughter that once was no longer echoes 
through all the chambers, the silence of ghosts


Details | Rhyme | |

If There Was NO Christmas


What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Quatrain | |

ASCENDING THE HEAVENLY THRONE

He was crucified by the Romans with the sharpest nails
by the will of an angry mob;
did anyone hear Jesus's sob?
Pilate refused to find him guilty and washed his hands.


Betrayed by Peter, hated by rebellious Barabbas;  
whipped at every fall, He patiently carried that cross to Calvary,
but a kind, humble woman felt much pity for Jesus 
and with a clean cloth wiped off his blood as an act of mercy!


And dragging His heavy cross through the narrow
streets of chaotic and uncompassionate Jerusalem,
someone, who had heard him preach about God's Kingdom,
picked up his cross and relieved some of the pain and sorrow!


Many believed Him to be the Christ, 
but the envious Pharisees did not,
and accusing him of blasphemy, they mocked him...
not noticing how the April sky was becoming dim!


He was laid in an empty, cold tomb amid palm trees and stones 
and on the third day, as Jesus promised the twelve disciples;
He miraculously rose...ascending the heavenly throne,
where God the Father handed Him the glorious crown!


Details | Monorhyme | |

no it aint okay c j

JUST ANOTHER ANNOYANCE 
	



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no it ain't okay c.j.
    
i like playing games but this one ain't any phun
I love dancing, but the music is almost done
i like movies but not one so obscure
and this is one flick I care not to endure

checkers is cool but chess requires brains
i dig bowling but these are oftentimes crooked lanes
Monopoly is a challenge but not very hard
except I can't draw a single "get out of jail free" card
i like women who never makes me pained
and I don't buy her "I love you" because I know it's probably feigned
I like certain emotions but with surety not this one
and I like playing cowboys and Indians but not without a loaded gun
I dig women who are hot but this one is both hot and cold
i love sleeping next to a lady but not one I cannot hold
a lovely lady like her is too slinky to be held
and I like getting love letters but not when the letters are misspelled
this game is a shame and damn it's also a sham
So you'll simply have to do without me ma'am
I'd like people to know which one of us is to blame
and as I said, I like playing games but this one is a m****r f*****g shame
(c) 2011....free cee! Phreepoetree

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Details | Light Poetry | |

my dark feelings

“My dark feelings”
The darkness is magnificent,
The light is nearly drowned.
The feeling to go on in life,
before the breaking sound.
Tears always fall,
From my face,
And always there to stay,
and how hard i try to move on.
It seem to never go away,
That all it take’s four small words,
And the tears forever stain.
Laughing, crying, living, dying,
They all come with pain.
But i’ve survived it all the years gone by.
And to me it remained... the same.
In the world there is something “far” wore's,
Then what i thought was pain....
One small cold look,
One hurtful broken promise,
And the world comes crazing down.



Details | I do not know? | |

Titantic Life

we're all just dancing on the deck of our own Titantic
 
some about to swim in the Pacific
 
others about to drown in the Atlantic
 
some staring up into the sky
 
thinking how tiny the world is
 
others thinking it's gigantic
 
some of us are running for our lives
 
some are saving our children and wives
 
some are rearranging the chairs
 
some are walking elegantly down the stairs
 
some are playing a beautiful tune
 
some are staring up at the beautiful moon
 
some are looking down below
 
some are climbing into lifeboats and beginning to row
 
some are worrying about what will be
 
some are grateful for what once was
 
some are praying
 
while others are playing
 
many are crying
 
as others are cheating and lying
 
a few are treasuring the beautiful view
 
staring at the beauty inside of me and you
 
ready for a new life and ready to start anew


Details | Senryu | |

Joust

With an erect stance
Her soft hues hang from his lance….
Cold air makes him dance


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Greatest Poet Of All ... '

God … Is The Greatest Poet of All
God … Is The Greatest Poet
God, Speaks … And Leaves Us In Awe
… Astounded and Author-Devoted ! …

Yea … We are Humbled and Thunderstruck
and Sublimely Mesmerized
on His Sacred Utterances … We Have Drunk
like Raindrops of Soft-Mercy-Cries …

… While Angels, Sing in Quicksilver-Skies
Even His Son, is Called:  ‘ The Word ’ and Wise          ( John 1: 1 )
and Every Will and Syllable, and Vowel, Which Rise
… Begins, with Wondrous Words, ‘ He ’ Vocalized

And His Words, Are Strict-Forms and Bright-Joy-Colors
or Sometimes, Warnings in Stark Black and White
Yet … Articulated in Glorious Auras
from He, Who Called, The Darkness … Night               ( Gen. 1: 5 )

from ‘ He ’, Who Said:  ‘ Let There Be Light ’               ( Gen. 1: 3 )
‘ He ’, Who Orated, Birds in Sun-Flight
‘ He ’, Who Orated Sounds, So Right
Spoke Words, Worthy of ‘The Copywrite’ …

… Like, ‘ Let Us Make Man In Our Image ’ …                ( Gen. 1: 26 )
… and Humans, have been Echoing, Ever Since
For His Words Are More Than Vintage
They Are Epitome of Love and Law-Sentence

… Yea … We Emerged from God’s Epiphany
We Should Recite, What He Spoke First
in Such Beauteous, Lilting-Poetry …
… God, Spoke Forth ‘ The Universe ’ ! …                      ( Gen. 1: 1 )

… Called, The Dry Land, Earth                                    ( Gen. 1: 10 )
Called, The Waters … Seas                                         ( Gen. 1: 10 )
Pronounced Eve, Mother of Birth                                 ( Gen. 3: 16 )
(tho’ She Stole at Speech-Trees)                                ( Gen. 3: 6, 13 )

Yea … God Called Forth, Flashes and Flowers
and The Breath of Life and Swarms of Honey-Bees
And with Dynamic, Inspiration Power ! …
God … Even Called Forth … me

… and You, and You, and Your Voice Too !          ( John 3: 16  & John 10: 16 )
And Refreshing-Dew and Dawns, Brand-New
And The Rare-Edition – Chosen Few                   ( Matt. 7: 14  & Matt. 22: 14 )
… Each Bound-Volume, Ringing, Amen-True !      ( Rev. 14: 5 )

Yea … God, Is The Greatest Poet of Them All !
So, Let Us Catch Each Poem-Pearl, in Free-Fall
and Collect Them and Gather Graciously, as They Call
to Conjugate and Climb O’er, Deaf-Mute-Stanza Walls

… to Applaud, The Greatest Poet, Ever and All …


Details | Rhyme | |

Of Canada, Canadians We Are

On the top of the berm
One Canadian soldier stood
His head bowed
Heavily understood

We sign up to do
What the duty ensues
To our flag we obey
Our enemies, we pursue

This tor of abroad
In a distant land
Four lives so free
Leaving families bland

As we awake tomorrow
Knowing of yesterdays gone
We do for the right
For on this world we belong

We are a nation of many
Some days we will scar
Of Canada
Canadians we are


My tribute to the many Canadian soldiers who have fought for not only their
Countries freedom, but to preserve world peace, i bow to the living and fallen.



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-6.php


Details | Pastoral | |

god vs viergro

Dnt even try to get in my way,wht i am to do there is no 
going back,
I have tried the nice way but no its come down to this, taken 
my wife,my daughter,my son,my people. 
'God those it for a reason' humans tell me 
'Didn't u knw ? Viergro also those it for  a reason'
Angels n demons, gods n princess kneel to me.
For the only way for me to win is to lose, n if I win the gods 
lose,if they still win they still lose


Details | I do not know? | |

For Dr Martin Luther King Jr

For Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
 
You had a dream
of pastures of peace
where children of all hues mingled like rainbows
 
they silenced you, but your voice
resounds now in those pastures
not yet of peace
 
and your dream is still a dream
the dream you dreamt while others slept
 
you said that you’d been to the mountain-top
and they silenced your voice just then
before your eyes saw that promised land
of pastures of peace where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
 
now your vision is glimpsed in some pastures
not yet of peace
and yes, they silenced your voice
but your spirit their bullets could never tear apart
your spirit, like your dream
is mingled with the wind in all those pastures
not yet of peace
and until we give life to your dream
those pasture of peace
where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
shall remain simply your dream
so as we remember you today
and pledge that those pastures of peace
are nourished first in each of us
for only then will your dream will take root
and blossom into our shared dream
and the view from the mountain-top,
radiant and bright and full of hope shall seem
 
where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
 
 
 
 


Details | Rhyme | |

A Toast To Mom

oh the weather outside is frightful
and having snowball fights were so delightful

getting hit in the butt and head
then laughing cause you start seeing red

hooking on car bumpers for a little ride
wearing tennis shoes we did slip and slide

mama yelling to get off or you'll be dead
we never listened to what she had said

socks for gloves to keep little hands warm
even amidst a blizzards storm

soaked from head to foot
looking like santa's outfit full of soot

but what I remember about fun the most
was waiting for mama's hot coco and apple butter toast


on that speical Christmas morning day
before the Lord had came and taken her away


   {R.I.P. Mama}


Happy Holidays All
Love Kathy And Jenny

Also Entry For 
Deborah Guzzi's
Holiday Songs In Poem Form
Gl All


Details | Lyric | |

No Room!

There wasn't room at the inn,
For Mary and Joseph to stay.
So our Lord Jesus was born,
And in the animal manger He lay.

The world made no room,
For our Savior to be.
Even though He was coming,
To save you and me.

In this fast paced world,
Going from here and there;
We've crowded up our lives,
Like we no longer care!

Is there no room for Jesus,
In the fast paced life you're living?
Shouldn't we make room for Him,
Because it's our sin He's forgiving?

Now slow down and examine,
Your whole life situation.
Make more room for Jesus,
Because He is your salvation!

Look back at that night,
So silent and still.
Will you make more room,
So your heart He can fill?


Details | Free verse | |

God of war

the holy war about to take place
the exorcise the fear of life itself out of the meaning of life
jesus did this for me

When the queen Knights me
the clergy of all faiths goes to the river to pray

When the pope baptises me
the clergy shows the queen every act of kindness
to demonstrate their will to do good

When the homeless demonstrates how they have mastermined peace
my armor will be removed

With just a dollar to make my dreams come true
i will purchase myself a good day from mankind
and together with one foot in front of the other to lead myself to my destiny
to overcome my fate of being loved as a weapon of mass destruction
your one man army god of war transformed into one of god's success stories

Mankind is the hero in this
if in god we trust


Details | I do not know? | |

Strangers

So I saw this woman today,
She looked familiar.
Like someone I’ve seen before,
Well basically someone I knew.
She outwardly represented something,
Something that was real,
Something that was true.
I initially chose not to talk to her,
But just stared in silence & she did the same
She seemed to recognize me also.
But when I opened my mouth to finally say something,
 It caught her off guard &
I realized it was futile she doesn’t hear me,
She’s just there.
I tried to figure out why she looks so tired.
Worn out,
Like she had no hope,
Like she was lost,
All the happiness was gone,
Drained from her face,
No smile

I kept staring,
I swear I knew her. 
The more I studied her face,
The more she studied mine,

Then it dawned on me,
I realized who it was.
But I was too afraid to say anything,
I was too afraid to take the initiative.
It’s incredible how the memories flooded back
She was the same person I knew,
The same girl,
Well grown up woman now.
Just a stranger because we never talk anymore
She still shared similar interests,
Still so much like me,
How did I know this?

Because like every time we had passed before,
She dresses like me,
She wears the same thing.
But at the same time,
She was too different for me to familiarize myself with anymore
Other than being grown up,
Something else was different about her,
That reason she looked so tired,
That glazed looked in her eyes.
She seemed almost in pain,
Like she was struggling,
Almost fed up.
I tried to get her to talk,
But every time I coaxed her,
She would cut me off & vice a versa
Needless to say,
To make a long story short
Stay in touch with those from your past,
Before you know it…

Your own reflection is a complete stranger.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Dubious Case for Love and War

Sorrow hastens the hearts lament
     For love and things once owned,
As one is material to a great extent 
     Yet both are almost always bemoaned.
Long has man heartily undertaken
     The art of bloody vicious war
And all too often love is forsaken,
      Just to settle a selfish score.
On common ground would some agree,
     “That all’s fair in love and war,”
But I beg to differ because it is plain to see:
     That love is what is needed more.
History tells us of the battles fought
     Along with the many reasons why
And even today, we are yet greatly distraught
     To know that many still fight and die.
Oh would love be grand if it spread like plague
     Infecting all and humbling their ill will,
Causing the dark hateful memories to fade:
     Forever crippling the urge to kill. 


Details | Rhyme | |

There Was A Time In America

There Was A Time In America… There was a time in America, when the Bible was taught in the schools. The ten commandments were displayed, as “God’s set of rules.” There was a time in America, where the cross could be displayed. Even In public places, people came together and prayed. There was a time in America, there was no “church and state” separation. As people all across this country asked God to help this nation. There was a time in America, where people knew right from wrong. You could see it in the way they lived, and could here it in their song. There was a time in America where one was proud to be a Christian. One could take stand for holiness, without coming under “suspicion.” There was a time in America, when mom and dad were together… Now, any kind of a commitment to marriage seems lost forever There was a time in America, where many were proud of “tradition.” There seems to be a lack of any kind of “spiritual nutrition.” There was a time in America, where so many could proudly say; “I’m going to read the Bible and do to church on Sunday.” This is the time for America, to wake up and try to understand. We need to seek God right now! All over this land! This is the time for America, to listen and begin to hear… The coming of our Lord is drawing ever so near! NOW is the time to seek the Lord, while he may be found! The word of God needs to be read in every city and town! Won’t you too seek God and listen to his voice today? Simply give him your heart and life. This could be YOUR day! By Jim Pemberton 11/25/11


Details | I do not know? | |

This Deserted Street

...walking down this deserted street

on rock-hewn shards tearing into blistered feet


the journey may be arduous and so very long

and the will may falter, the resolve may at times feel less strong


but the journey proceeds ever on

waging battle after minor battle, while the war of attrition rages on, never to be won


the destination, the culmination of the tortured soul's journey may never be attained

yet the spirit is infused with the strength, that from bitter lessons have been gained


thus the walk continues, the ceaseless trudging through this at times meaningless life

in joy, in misery, in the short moments of abundant plenty, and in the cold times of wretched strife


so it may come to pass on some distant, faraway day

when under the ground, in ashes we may lay


what then is the consolation of things accrued and possessions kept

when into this earth we shall return, to sleep like we have never slept


so picking up the pieces from here and there

the good, the bad, each one to share


and then leaving this realm to finally depart

back to the place where the whole saga may once again start


thinking not of morbid thoughts, no, none of this is that way meant

merely grasping the moments left, and in grasping them, to pause and think on how wisely they may be spent


for once the end knocks as it shall inevitably upon the door

and once the theatre of life's curtain drops to the stage floor

the grand truth may be something beyond what these eyes can see
yet the small truths may be the release that eventually set the caged soul free...


Details | Rhyme | |

From Livius to Livia

                                  (Inspired by the film: 'The Fall of the Roman Empire')

She was with him

   in the great gore of battle....

Where skulls legion were cracked

   and limbs hewn from sword,

   ax and spear;

There were long hidden tears,

   far from the eyes of his men....

   too oft his robe soaked

   with the blood of perfect strangers,

He tore to the silent shadows

   to wash away the madness....

She was in the cold fields,

   with him in a bed of frost,

   upon the breaths of centurions,

   who would breathe no more....

Long frozen walks 

   she warmed the chill eve,

   and morning mist dews,

   her lovely eyes in the folds of hills,

Where the lilies sway her white smile,

   she was with him, she and her wine eyes


The banner of Rome singed more slight,

   from her bright countenance 

   where no sun could shine 

   with the might of equal pleasure;

The sheen of her tress in wide windows

   in afternoon, fixing flowers neath

   groping bowers,

   some darling power,

   taming more day by day ----

The once loyal centurion unto Rome

   his undying love,

   dead! for a queen's lovely unmet

               (LIVIUS)

" Rome? Rome?

   What are you unto her?

Shall I slay her for thee and lay

   her broken body on the front steps

   of the senate?

Spawn of thy darling Aurelius, o Commodus?


O Commodus!

Since elder days 

   we have lived as brothers,

But thy appetite too voracious,

   thy bite too venomed....

   Hercules are you not!

   nor tempered Emperor ----

Even for thy noble father,

   the throne I have given;

   but murder on thy lips!

Laughing, the gods....

   and thunderous their tongues,

Vienna, another host to madmen?

   nay, she I will not give


Livia! O lovely Livia!

   with me in the cool of breeze,

In far lands thy lips found a way

   in the flames of desire....

Wild with your yearning heart,

   how the meadows could not

   conjure quite thy shades,

   for all their lovely array....

With daffodils, daisies 

   and wind swept vales,

   and honey wafts to taste

   thy fragrant hair

So wandering your kiss

   when free of your father's gaze....

Though always his shadow

   on torch-lit walls,

   his salient silhouette too tall,

Valor, beyond the great halls in Rome!

Livia! O lovely Livia!

   through the din of battle,

   and the cool beds of fields,

   sable tress,

   with wine eyes

When love would have me

   (I heard your call)

Whispering on the winds in May "


Details | Sestina | |

MARY WAS THE POETESS

Mary was the poetess
who loved handsome Franco, 
the tall Neapolitan orchestra leader;
and in Naples they met:
at The Galleria Umberto,
under the surveillance of my father...  


Mary was barely eigtheen,
and writing was her only passion;
even her big, hazel eyes were
as light as the Tyrannean Sea in summer,
somehow too melanchonic as a fading moon,
which longed more for a friend than a lover!


Her first song was recorded in Milan, with a brilliant
production of composer Angelo Camis; 
that song became quite popular in Capo D'Istria,
and in all the booth-shaped Italian Peninsula!
Ermanna Melli from the city of Forli was the artist
with that mellow, sensual and expressive voice!


" What's this desire? " a delicate and spontaneous love song,
captured a large audience, both young and old...
it was a song telling of the emotions of a young heart too naive,
falling in love with someone much older that she was, indeed;
and it made many people cry, perhaps recalling the time 
they fell for someone as special and gorgeous as Mary's dream guy! 


Mary, your song still plays on the airwaves of that radio station and although
you no longer sing it in the manner of a famous virtuoso:  the visions 
of your past life become too real as you performed it by surprise;
it is the jewel you left on earth for us to remember you by,
and it immesely dazzles like every rainbow in the Capri's sky...
when an unknown tenor improvises his impassioned aria with an absolute sorrow!  


Mary was the poetess who dedicted her time
writing about love, but never found it in reality;
she was my oldest sister inspiring me with her creativity! 
Mary had the potential of becoming great and shine,
but the tides turned abruptly and fate wasn't kind:
even today, her fearless voice comes alive through her  poetry!  


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | I do not know? | |

Memories of a Time long ago

	Tinkling like a thousand silver bells that is her
laugh. Then I hear the roar of lion as it announces
it is there reminding me why she left.
	Then I hear thunder booming with an eternally deep
voice. The pitter-pat and rat-a-tat-tat of rain on
windows, causes me to think back to when I cried
over my loss.
	But then sun comes out shining brightly warming my
face and I realize that I can move on things will
get better. 
I am forever engulfed by these 
memories.
I am forever engulfed by these 
memories.
These are my memories my life. I never thought the
rain would end but it does.


Details | Narrative | |

Poe Much In Little Time

Introduced to Edgar Allen Poe, many and many years ago...
By a teacher who quoted to me; of his love for Annabelle Lee
How his bride died at an early age and left him sad and depraved
This resulted in his drinking to increase because he couldn't deal with grief
Consumption of much alcohol  brought to him an early grave.


(Edgar Allen Poe, January 19, 1809 until 1849.)


Details | ABC | |

steady

I am steady trying to figure out what I did so wrong. Oh where did I go wrong. I 
wonder this everyday as I fight to stay strong. They got me in the system fighting 
for dear life. I am steady trying to bite my tongue and not say a word. I want to get 
out and be free for good. I am about to be 18, yet I am struggling to make it in life. 
Can it be that I am not going to survive. Tia always told me that only the strong 
survive, is that why she died? Steady trying to get by and survive, but is that 
possible in this life. I am steady trying to figure out why the state took my girls, 
they took them from me, as if someone else besides their own mom can raise 
them. Man I swear I am steady trying to figure out life.


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Lovers Of a Hundred Decades Ago

They had dreamed. They had gone so far with their dreams. Yet, so deprived they 
lived.
Like them, I have become a denizen of the desert, ever since I laid my eyes on 
you.
Like them, lovers of a hundred decades ago, I was destined to wake up everyday 
in a new shelter, a new tent.
What would my shelter be anyway, that ceases lamentation.
So far from here I have gone. An inhabitant of the moon perhaps have I become, 
ever since your love was seared in me; ever since I started missing you like 
the desert misses the rain, I have been unutterably agonized.
Now, it has been a month, an eternity shall I say.
Now, to believe that you’ll be back, it would take me as many trials as there are 
miles between the moon and us. “Us”.  What a soothing word. As soothing as it 
is for you to realize that a series of flaws have been nothing but a lame 
nightmare, and as queenly as stereotype works.
Like the sand under the misty skies that I have seen from my window, scattered 
grains either cemented or carried away, is my salvation.
Waiting to be held closely, with cuddles and a sweet lullaby, the immutable child 
amid my exhaustions cries in grief…
…and when it rained, I had to believe…at least to recall the hope that I had lost.
Yes, today it rained, amidst the scalding and the warmth, it came; I believe it did, 
yet I still don’t know whether it was sent to heal the pain, or cut the line and cease 
the chain.

Jessica J. Hanna
November 2006


Details | Free verse | |

It Takes Two {Caricare}

It Takes Two


twin

towers

delusion






Tribute To Those Lost
In The Twin Towers
You Are Not Forgotten
{RIP}


Details | Ballad | |

2007CG Creator and Angels fight for Freedom

By the mountain tops men like gaints in USA air land and seas like
a lighting strikes his mind fight on sharp all books of lanuages for
them to find the code the plans their love that keeps them fighting
on is the woemen and baby what is your quest what can we give 
to you and your men but honor glory as the grapes of rapture stands
we honor the and troops for evermore like the evergreen our love
is good even in the snow ice cold LOVE for your troops are like
the roses that have grown on the evergreen in mist of icly cold
America we love you all.  Our men in America our like gaints that
stand by the eagle and songbird that are on Mountain tops
our bird red with white wings and blue eyes our songbird and
of course eagle that fly for evermore our fountain of youth the
evergreen


Details | Haiku | |

History of the Pretzel

Your bedtime prayers
Coupled with the right Scriptures
Yield "pretiolas"

To tie the knot with...
Thick, soft "bretzels" are folded
Like arm over arm.

Hard, brown pretzel twists
Are more than little rewards-
Sweet licks, salty bites...


Details | I do not know? | |

Never Chary

Vincent
 
we were never chary
 
that is why we are now
 
so forever sorry
 
after losing you one starry starry
 
night 
 
when you gave up the fight
 
when you turned out the light
 
when two wrongs
 
became right
 
and that's when you
 
so amazingly gifted
 
had your burdens lifted
 
and then you flew
 
and drifted
 
out of view
 
into the hue
 
of your favorite midnight blue
 
sailing, wailing away from yesterday
 
not caring anymore what they had to say
 
coming to rest in the forbidden silent grey
 
where we miss you 
 
still today
 
now you are safe from tomorrow's sorrow
 
safe from the brilliance of your brain
 
safe from the perpetual pain
 
just let it rain 

on them
 
warm beautiful colors

on a summer's breeze

or perhaps a virtuous snow

floating delicately down

maybe then they'll listen

maybe then they'd know

You know, your beauty still paints our souls

And your roses and the daffodils

They still grow

But Vincent, you

You didn't have to go


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' Lengendary ... ' ( Part 2 (of) 4 )

‘ Legendary … ' ( Part  2 (of) 4 ) 


And Now … may Troubadour … Spin A Tale, So Precisely
Aye … May Bard, Weave Thee Well, into This Tapestry …

… of Starry Skies, Blazing Fires and Dark Mysteries …
Inside Halls of Castle Walls Built Solidly
Where Banners and Pennants Unfurled Breezily
Come to this Threshold of ‘Once Upon A Time’ and See …

… Here Be:  Glittering Crowns and a Throne of Royalty
Look Upon King and Queen, Sitting In Majesty
… but tis’ not Their Tale, to be Spoken of Verily …
Tis’ of a Maid and Her Knight of Renown-Chivalry …

… of A Silver-Armored Knight, and Cobbler’s Daughter, so Comely

… Twas’ a Masque-Ball, where none knew … Any Other’s Identity
Whence the Knight, took the Cobbler’s Daughter… Adorned as Nobility
Yea … none knew the wiser, behind the Costumes and the Frivolity
… None, except an Earl … who loathed the Knight, Vehemently 

The Earl, wast’ the Knight’s Avowed Foe, in Unmitigated Rivalry
In Jousts, the Earl, could nay Win; for the Knight was best in Weaponry
To the Earl, this wast’ an Affront, to His High-Born Dignity
For the Knight, of Prowess and Fame, was still, Low-Born in Family

… So Upon This Knight, laid the Plight, of Improving His Kin’s Prosperity
To Another, He Had Been Pledged to Wed… for a Wealth-Match Fortuitously
Tho’ the Lady wast’ Fair, The Knight had nay care, saw it as Honor-Bound-Duty
Alas, whence He met, the Cobbler’s Daughter, Beth, Both Hearts bonded Instantly

Now, Both Knew for a Surety, of the Futility, yet still they Loved Hopelessly
Even tried to Forget, whence they met, but twas’ much too much, Melancholy
Many a Fortnight, they did fight … Pangs of Conscience and Substance-Compulsory
But, as it were, each Heartbeat of Theirs, Threatened to Break Terribly

For The Cobbler, had received an Offer for Beth, from One, More Grandly 
So, Neither Family wast’ Abjuring nor Conferring Blessing on Their Unity
But A Love So True and Undying Too … wast’ Worth Any Adversity
… and On Night of The Masque, among Genteel-Guest, They were in Pact, To Marry …

                            Chorus:

       Sweet Wine On My Lips … Drip In Ecstasy
Sweet Touch On My Hips … Smooth as Warm Honey
        Sweet Love of My Soul … Last An Eternity
        Sweetheart, Be Thou Bold … In Bravery …
 … and if Sweet Talk, Be A Token … and Language Be Spoken …
        … Be Legendary … Be Thou Legendary 


                            Part  2  (of)  4


Details | Free verse | |

Late Summer Cicadas

The cicada in autumn claws its love
Sounds against the glass door – I know
Love this way.  

These thoughts, upturned tables tossing
Contents, ours, mimic the grind of 
Violence sweet sugar, soot, love.

I don’t whose raspy voice 
Whose jagged-edged lips
Who raggedy broken tipped 
Claws life-splintered these 
Remembrances are,

	But I’ve heard the same raging rise 
	Scraping fade on battlefield’s: ghostly New Lisbon, 
Morgan’s Raid.

Many hopeful days crank I would
Pedals backward giving gravel 
The same great growl.

Now the greatness in the rough voice is between
The notes, the gap, the place where he waits
For an answer, so full of hope
 	We both could burst.


Details | Verse | |

time and its daughter

Time and its Daughter
I love your face and your face loves itself 
For its perfect nose, green eyes and rosy lips
And your fragrance has a Narcissistic allure.

The way you walk pavements adore you 
rain shies away as not to make your hair wet
I love your face and your face loves itself. 

When you cross the street car horn blears 
All by themselves and white cars turn pink 
And your fragrance has a Narcissistic allure  

Sun doesn´t burn your skin, makes it golden.   
Till, one day, the mirror tells of a wrinkle, and 
you know years are ganging up on you. 

You only enemy is time it waits in the wings.
As furrows settle on your forehead.
I love you face, your face doesn´t love itself
 
Car horn doesn´t  blare anymore, get off 
The road you lazy old woman, they honker
Your fragrance of youth has lost its allure 


Details | Sonnet | |

ROCK THE CASBAH

     ROCK THE CASBAH
What mystery of life runs through  the mind,
exchanged, such glances, never meant to share,
to raise our heartbeats, if one's there to find,
and if we have the will to take the dare.

To rock the Casbah, is this sin a crime?
Or just beginnings for the world in need
Of change to Westernize all life and time,
to bury burqas where there is no seed?

To see and fall in love through satin thin,
how many have there been to die alone,
and how much beauty seen becomes a sin,
to men who have a heart of solid stone?

Tunisian girl, the world is now ... for you,
So Rock the Casbah, like it's coming true!
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa


Details | Lyric | |

The Top

Honesty
Can't you see
I lied again
Against your whim
Following I keep on following
As you lead the way
My lowest friend
How we meet again

Oh yeah
Oh no
Oh yeah
Oh no

It's the top see baby
Surely you're not all alone
Safe baby
The place that you call your home
Front seat baby
Maybe I'm lost
I don't trust a thought 
And i think to much oh come on
Come on come on say maybe
Come on  come on see baby
Come on come on say maybe
Yeah baby come on

I betrayed
You and me
I messed up again
Lost another good friend
Stop pushing I can't stop pushing
Down on all your walls
Till your broken again
To severe to mend

Oh yeah...etc

It's the top see baby...etc

Trusting me 
You're naive
Where do i begin
Starting from the end
Selfishly I keep on running and
Don't forget my name
I'm sorry again
All the words I spent

(I am still working on it)


Details | Ode | |

Cassandra's Curse

She told no lies, from behind her all- seeing eyes.
Cassandra could not return the love of  Apollo,
 His curse upon her truth belies.
And left her prophesies empty and hollow.

She knew  the destruction of Troy would come.
Her  voice to land on the ears of disbelief,
It was truth she spoke to become
The Greeks emerge victorious, Troy is led to grief.

The daughter of an ancient Trojan king
Her  beauty must have been abounding
For the love of such a powerful god to bring
Apollo’s gift to her was astounding.

The gift to see all the matters to come
But love for him she  could not conceive
From a gift to a curse it would become
For her prophecies, no one would believe.

She would rave the truths along the walls of Troy;
As a mad woman she was perceived by all.
Her father. King Priam. her ranting would annoy
She was imprisoned, that her word would not befall.

She knew of a child that would seal the cities fate,
His name ,Paris, left for wolves to raise.
He would come to take his love and her king to berate.
A thousand ships, Helen’s face,  to them she betrays
.
As she watched the burning skies
Soldiers spilled form the bowels of the gift horse
Tears were  streaming from her eyes
As  she had told,  the Greeks ran their course

Amidst the cities destruction
Cassandra was free from the prison walls
Hoping to avert a further abduction
She took refuge in Athena’s halls

Unaware of the hidden peril waiting
She did not see Ajax the Greek
Standing adorned in amour plating
He raped and took her, her spirits bleak

Taken to Mycenea to become a concubine,
Of the Mycenean king, Agamemnon.
Of who her life was to entwine,
A rivalry with the queen this would spawn.

Cassandra tried to warn the king,
To deny the queen’s request. 
To walk a purple carpet, its sacrilege  to bring,
Both were stabbed upon their chest.

Cassandra’s fate was undeserved.
A victim of her gift and her torment.
Of which she powerlessly served,
Of which was  her solemn discontent.











Details | Prose Poetry | |

Helen Keller: The Miracle Continues

Helen Keller: The Miracle Continues was initially telecast as part of the 
syndicated Operation Prime Time package in 1984. ~ Hal Erickson As Annie 
Sullivan and Helen Keller, Anne Bancroft and Patty Duke could not have been 
better. The battle of wills and wits between the two is engrossing, becoming 
quite involved and very interesting. The lengthy dining room struggle alone would 
make any movie worth watching - it is worthwhile even beyond the interesting 
action itself, as it brings out aspects of human nature and human learning that 
go beyond even Helen's own trials. 


Details | I do not know? | |

My Imperfections Thats Just Me

I'm a girl of imperfection, that's just who i am.

Sometimes I give up doing things when i don't think i can.

I'm a horrible liar but i sometimes still try.

They say my give away is something in my eyes.

They tell me I'm to passive and that i need to stand my ground.

Yet when i become a brat(altered for site)....

nobody wants me around.

I am Sagatarious and as stubborn as can be.

I bet on number 9 cus false hopes tell me it's lucky.

My number never wins but i play it anyway.

The dreamer inside me is waiting for that day.

I use bad grammer and stumble on my words.

Sometimes i talk so quiet...it's hard to be heard.

Some friends call me pokey cus i move at my own pace.

I will get there eventually cus my life is not a race.

I'm a girl of imperfection...that's never gonna change.

Even when you know me, you'll still think i am strange.

Sometimes I'm frustrating and even annoy myself.

I take things for granted and I envy others wealth.

I love the smell of roses but i think Daisy's are the best.

Sometimes I eat the pettles and throw out all the rest.

I love to drive when theres more then just me.

Slug bug gets boring with just the car seat.

I have been known to snore when i sleep.

Bad dreams cause me to grind my teeth.

I was once told I was laughing hard in my sleep.

Still today i wish to remember that dream.

Forgotten forever like a stranger passing by.

The one that made me laugh without saying hi.

Occasionally im clumsey and I'm often being rushed.

Be careful with me...my feelings are easily crushed.

I'm modest about my feelings so you would probrably never know.

But if you lie, cheat, or steal from me their sure to one day show.

I consider myself a passive woman...never lookin for a fight.

I was raised to use my words to stand up for what is right.

.


Details | Rhyme | |

America WITHOUT God

America Without God? 

America is being destroyed from
perversion within.
As it’s people indulge
in wickeness and sin. 

The moral fabric that our country
once held so dear.
Is now beginning to dissappear. 

Many judges seek to remove 
God from our land.
Traditional marriage... they don't understand. 

From the neighbor’s house 
to the college dorms,
Perversion is legal in so many forms. 

Our money reads: “in God we trust.” 
Many are addicted to
perversion and lust. 

Nothing of God seems to
be sacred anymore.
While his judgement draws
close to our nation’s door. 

This so called “freedom” that
many have “enjoyed,”
Is causing our great country
to be destroyed. 

America must heed the Savior’s call,
Only God can give true freedom to all. 

HIS word is our country’s
true foundation.
Without him in our lives... 
we’re doomed as a nation! 

By Jim Pemberton 
2008


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Forever Free

In the land
Where brave men die
Stories are told
Where these men lie
Of how they fought
And what they sought
Glory not for themselves
But freedom to die
As they chose
So they did
And gave their all
So those that follow
Might know free will
Brave men in troubled times
Who lived not to count
Rich men’s dimes
Lived lives full
Rather facing death
Than to live as slaves
Men of honor who drank their fill
Feasted on life
Till filled with hope
Riding into battle already won
Free to feel the sun
With the wind in their hair
Free to choose their day to die
Oh to be so free
May we always be
To always remember the legend
Of a man and men
Who so believed in integrity and honor
In the face of challenge and strife
Rode off to face death
To put their lives to the test
For a greater cause
That we might live
Forever free


Details | Free verse | |

In the Twinkling of an Eye

When the whip comes down
My mind snaps and my body aches,
for a Blessed relief

In the twinkling of an eye,
 we shall be changed,
into the One that lives forever and ever

Pain and suffering left in a box,
 on earth’s shallow core

Holy is the day of our transformation

Righteous is the One that performs
The miracle of Salvation

In a real world in a not so distant
Future
He lives within us now

Heed the sign of the times.
Heed this present darkness


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Lessons taught

Long ago on rolling hills
And endless plains
Stood men who fought
For a cause beyond common understanding
Bound together by integrity
They persevered 
When odds gave no chance
Led by a man
Whose name was always half whispered
They made a vow
From that day forth
To stand as one
For in so doing
They found the strength
Lost on thousands
And won the day
Freedom they earned
From the blood they sacrificed
In defending a land
Not all their own
Thus were legends made
Respect of generations earned
Handed down from father to son
Mother to daughter
For all to hear 
How strength is found
When standing as one
Throughout history
From the example made
Nations have been born
To see freedom reign
Overcoming such odds
That would defeat weaker men
All brought forth long ago
On rolling hills and endless plains
In the lessons taught
By men who stood as one and persevered
For a cause far beyond
Common understanding of mortal men


Details | I do not know? | |

Renaissance Man

Walking through the museum of times endless design

Different architectural periods from room to room

Present day, Victorian, Colonial, Elizabethen, Gothic, further....

Corridores and passages, unto pristine objects and figures

Paintings, pictures, sculptures, 'more,' never before touched nor viewed

Dreamendons creation, created, stepping through the portal inside....

'Renaissance Man'....Solomons ultimate request, and far beyond! 

Granted and bestowed upon him,  by, 'The Alpha and The Omega' ~

"Come Alive"....Beyond this world, beyond this life, before, this dawning....

Vivid endless colors, in crystal clear clarity, everywhere, and within, everything!

Chitter chatter, voices and laughter, in need, of no guide

For 'The Light of Light,' has now made His abode, forever, inside ~

Walking upon the stars, as if they were stones across the brooks

Vestiges of beauties, long forgotten, standing before my sight

Truths once considered myths, now appearing, before my eyes

This endless gallery, boundless, as if scetched upon a single page

A canvas, wherein space and time, no longer do they exist....

Dreamendons cherubim ships, sailing forever into the ports, of 'Zions Eternity!'

"All Aboard"~Faces I have known, precious, since the beginning of days

Smiling as they pass me by, riding upon, 'The Wings of Pegasus'

Surrounded by celestial clouds, brilliance breathes, while bringing them home ~

A moment filled with humble thankfulness, and unspeakable, "Love!"

Bursting inside, the hearts of children once again, singing and rejoicing

'The Prince of All Tides,' with endless vision, adorned, and within their midst....

This place of glory, walking through the mouseion, with a key given unto myself, by

A doorman dressed in prismatic colors, mercions virgin, with eyes, like transparent glass

Golden smile, laced in diamonds, with waterfalls of warmth, within His hands ~

Flowing upon me, as He touches my palm, while placing this key, within my soul!

"Welcome" He said, as I opened the door, and, 'He stepped inside,' the....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

                                         Renaissance Man


Details | Free verse | |

my love

My love is deep....
My love holds secrets that are only for me to reach...
Have you ever had your heart so full it hurts, and the one that you love has no words.....
Pain is felt along with love everytime I look at you, my pain overcomes....
Love is felt back, you see it in there eyes,  you fight through your battles, your love overrides....
Love is confusing....it don't give you all you need....Love is important...it's the only thing you need.....
They say "love anyway" even if it hurts....But that pain from recieving love back...
Can cause you to lose yourself, because your always trying to please...and forgeting about yourself...
Give yourself away...show your love in other ways....once you have love ....and forgiveness, in your heart...
Only then your true love will be shown in your heart....
It will shine through in whatever you do cause your not gonna want it back....When you give it'll be true....


Details | Lyric | |

Old Wise-Tales

Somedays I think back to my 
Grandmother, my mother,
My daddy and all the things 
I so many times heard them say.

I can recall them as tho I heard them
Again on yestersday.
They were always telling us children
Things to do to help us become
Matured adults.

They tried to keep us healthier
So we would live as long as we should
I remember so often
My grandmother saying
Keep heat in your body
And don't get chilled.
Put something around your neck
And something on your head.

I remember daddy warming our shoes
In frount of the big gas heater
As we got ready for school.

He knew our feet would get cold on the bus
For there wasn't heat to accommodate us back then
And the warmth would remain in our shoes
As least part of the way to the school.
 
Mother would always correct us
For she was that kind
Daddy would tell her 
Keep those girls in line.

We had meals together
That was the house rule
You ate at the table
Like your were suppose to do.

You didn't back talk
And carry a rude nature
Or you had a sore spot
Right where mother placed it.

Oh if only I could go back then
And just enjoy the whole thing 
All over again.

Tho tempting it would be
I wouldn't want to stay there 
For I have to tell these wise-tales
To my son's children.
They will have to know them
So they can tell them 
To their children's children.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Vagabond Within

The Vagabond Within.

I slip through cracks,
my memories dimming,
as thoughts of yesterday swirl,
down dreary tunnels of decay,
into the chasm that is today.

Waiting, forever waiting,
to belong, yearning to fit in,
taking solace in transient cities,
wearing masked faces,
tailored for fleeting places.

 I stagger each night, lost,
wasting precious breaths,
drawn from a lifetime of sighs,
no consolation from the cruel,
while donning the skin of the fool.

Wrestling unseen demons,
dreading tomorrow as it nears,
ripping away my shallow smile,
withering into a hollow shell,
seeking comfort in everyday hell.

I stumble, I falter,
words slipping off pen onto paper,
fickle doleful murmurs of distaste,
at the gradual emptying of a soul,
needing to shed it all to be whole.

Stray dogs savage each other inside,
a body lathered in deep muck,
soiling my pants, wetting my being,
whistling promises that turn into lies,
the plaintive songs of a clown that cries.

I am momentary, 
a soap bubble on the breeze,
just smoke clearing into thin air,
wasting away in my cocooned lair,
too old to change, too young to care.


Details | Rhyme | |

Darkness Vs Light

"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that." - Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. “Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that.” I often wish to dwell in the light But there are always those useless excuses That allows me to lose insight But I always end up with these endless bruises “Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.” I try to disregard the hate burning inside But there are always those people who I don’t appreciate Sometimes I just want to cower and hide Away from the love that has transformed into impure hate But someone will come out to stand up for what is truly ours And, eventually love will prevail!


Details | Rhyme | |

Never Coming Home

I’m at the end of the world, in this war I fight.
So many times I've hurled, on my last living night.
I’m never coming back, will you miss me?
It's time to attack, I wish this wouldn’t be.
My loving letter, did you get it?
Saying you deserve better, again my hearts been hit.
Your face, the last thing I see.
Why did I come to this place, all those things I wanted you to do with me.
Seeing friends die, I can’t feel your embrace.
Wipe away the tears when I start to cry, I miss your grace.
As the bullets fly, past my head.
I’m dancing on by, cannot believe I’m not dead.
As we storm this beach, you’re all I think about.
Because you’re not in arms reach, I call another battle shout.
Was this worth it in the end, no fame or glore.
Seeing another dead friend, all the blood and gore.
As our boat takes its leave, I see your tears fall.
It's something I can’t believe; did you hear my loving call?
Every time I fall asleep, you'll be in my dreams.
My heart, you forever keep, for you, my eyes still gleam.
No matter what happens, I'll always be with you.
No if, buts, or depends, I’m with you through and through.
In my head I hear our song, drowning out another gun.
Haven't seen you in so long, when I get home we'll have fun.
As the bullets flies into my chest, I let out a gasp.
Another body among the rest, life loses its grasp.
Everything will be okay; I swear we'll be together again one day.


Details | Free verse | |

defining innocence

one life for you to watch
with the perfect plan
everything mankind is
on center stage
to decide our own levels of innocence
welcome to judgement day
please please condmen me for my mistakes youve made
I'll be your reflection
with all my preplanned perfect protests i call mistakes

your feeling tortured?
to see how you all add up to just one
everything you are and have become
i take on and display rub in your face
lead you to temptation to throw me away

watch me steal
and lie and cheat
watch me fight and hate and freak
watch me manipulate love and cry
watch this life of the perfected reflection of our innocence
but keep it alive

see the perversity we have become
notice my flaws and deny you have them
i am your innocence on trila today
a victom of how the world around me is a reflection and they all add up this way
so welcome to judgement day where you watch misunderstand
and seal your own fate

The life of a con
the cheater
the liar
the heartbreaker
the believer
the nonconformist
the follower and leader
the life on center stage for you to pick apart to learn from
milk it while you can
your opinions of me is nothing more than all about you
and as you judge me you have judged innocence
your innocence and condemned mankind
for a selfless person that has gone out of his way

to be the terrorist
the hate the lover
th epeacekeeper
the husband
the loner
the brother

here i am all of you my reflection creating what i am today
learn to steer the wheel of the robot i am
and make me truly innocent once again


Details | Haiku | |

CHARITY

treasures of the heart
from a bygone age-
love with no expectation


Details | I do not know? | |

Only The Heart

Only the Heart...           Can see through the Lies...                         Betrayal...          
Fear and Regret...                              Only the Soul...             
Can find Love through the Darkness and Pain...
Sometimes you give your Heart and Soul...                           And it comes back to you...
Sometimes you give it...                             And it is never returned...
Feeling the Failure...                            Anger..                              Sadness...
The Regret...                     Fear...                       Pain...                         and Loneliness...
How do any of us ever go on?                             When your Heart and Soul are Dying....
When you cannot Endure anything more...                     When your Heart is Cold and Black...
When you are just Dead inside...                                             How do we ever go on?


Details | Rhyme | |

The Secret Pain

I chanced to see a story told
of pang upon a distant shore
a secret pain who's history old
and still practiced evermore
 
Within this land a maidens fate
is forced upon her knowingly
wherein old women eviserate
her private parts so secretly
 
Six thousand maids a day are there
whose injury upon inflicted
who will decry the secret bare
and shame to those convicted
 
The woe to women the world around
and this is not the only one
when at home can be found
everlasting silence of the tongue
 
Where young maids fair must beware
of their fathers and their uncles
and two thirds of maidens share
the fate beneath their buckles
 
In a land whose intellect
so often held on high
and morals supposed circumspect
who will with voice decry
 
And some chance with wicked glance
to lay blame upon the child
though to protect should be the stance
and the purpetrator reviled
 
Two thirds of men within this land
do not their children feed
It's divorced women who must stand
and fill their childrens need
 
How many children suffer fates
How many close their eyes
How many mothers and their mates
will with voice decry
 
How many voice in crimson rage
will seek with choice and mind engage
how many will seed anothers mind
that to voice they'll be not blind
 
Ex 22:22-24
Jer 22:2-3
James 1:27
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


Details | Kimo | |

A Time (Jimi Hendrix)

A purple plateau awaits a young dream

perched upon the watch tower

a time of freedom , love




Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

HERO AND LEANDER - THE SURFACE FROM DEPTH

Leander loved Hero, who lived on the opposite side of the strait, and would swim to her each 
night, but was drowned in a tempest. Hero in despair cast herself into the sea.*

What body this    asea    all vision past
This hallow'd temple bobbing half-between?
What vengeful God has sheath'd fond Hero's light
Commanding tempest fingers    long    and    lean?

To wake no more    no more to pad the fields
Of hyacinth on fair Abydos' shore;
Is truth    deep gone    asparay in jet-black waves
Which buoy the spirit on no more    no more

What figure this    at peace    which calmly drounds
While all around the shrieking bedlam raves?
What zealous    spectral God does rage above
Disturbing not the silence of the grave?

*Bullfinch Mythology


Details | Monorhyme | |

Faint Connection

Miniscule link between love and hate,
Same may be said with victory and fate.

What you do see, you can also rate.
Many things happen with your mate.

Maybe feel joy or might get irate.
Between marriages, divorce estates.

A fine line you will cross in debate.
In either or both there is a wait.



There is a fine line between love and hate and we usually forget all the love and just fester on the hate.

written for
Sponsor Nancy Jones 
Contest Name Fine Line 


Details | Haiku | |

Follow me

Lead the way ahead
But forget not to look me
In the eye.....always!



To follow is to take a risk at ways of uncertainty..
Which can lead to happiness when you trust your emotions..
           By looking after someone with all the love you have from within!


Details | Free verse | |

Our Union

Our Union
	
My eyelashes bat 
After meeting your gaze
From across a 
Crowded subway haze.
 
My pupils dilate when they
Look back at you over dinner
Where we drank wine and ate.
 
My feet dance with glee as we
Fall hopelessly in love 
In the midst of summer heat.
 
My heart splits apart 
To become your wife
And your forever sweetheart.
 
My legs spread 
Open to bare new life
And see your cheeks rosen.
 
My arms push 
You away at night,
I'm too tired for a sex life.
 
My fists rage and tears pour,
When I discover your arms
Embracing another lover
After coffee one early morn.
 
My ears listen to 
Your words of regret and
Pleads for a second chance
For things to be like
When we first met.
 	
My fingers dial 
Seeking third party counsel
To repair our shattered union.
 
My brain waves 
Shift to understand your
Thoughts and your feelings, 
While I bitterly convey my own.
 
My hand re-opens 
To forgive your sins
And make amends.
 
My lips part to 
Receive your kiss in the
Night in a sea of 
Skin in our warm bed.
 
My heart flutters, 
We’ve truly become one,
Years after we bore our son.


Details | I do not know? | |

The story of Louise de Lorraine

The gardens of Chenonceau look so beautiful and bright
But I prefer to keep them out of sight
As I mourn in this room of black and white
I sit tight and wait for my love
He gave me his word and that is enough
However, my heart knows the truth and it is breaking

But I still spend every waking hour
Hoping he’ll come by
I don’t know how many days, years or months have past
But the air in here is starting to turn sour
Hopefully soon I will die
For I have cried a million tears
I speak not a word to anyone
And if people should speak to me, I do not hear
For their words fall upon death ears

I cover my walls with symbols of death
For it seems like that’s the only thing in my life that’s left
I pray every day
That God will see it my way
And end my stay on this earth
Because a life without my husband is not worth living for
Please God, when the time comes open that door
For I wouldn’t want anything more
But until that day, I will stay
And I will wait


Details | Senryu | |

heh-LAY-na

Trojan Abduction Borne in Greek legend she is Sparta's King declares http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/history-3.php


Details | Rhyme |