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Details | Free verse | |

A Cinderella Story

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“Simon, I have something to say unto you. There was a certain creditor

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Whom had two debtors. One owed five hundred denarii, and the other fifty.

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And when they had nothing with which to pay he freely forgave them both.

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Tell Me, therefore, which of them shall love him more?”

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Simon answered and said, “I suppose the one whom he forgave more.”

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He said to him, “You have rightly judged.” He then turned to the woman and  
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Said to Simon, “Do you see this woman? I entered your house, you gave Me

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No water for My feet, but she has washed my feet with her tears and wiped them

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With the hair of her head. You gave me no kiss, but this precious woman

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Has not ceased to kiss My feet since I came in. You did not anoint My head 

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With oil, but this priceless woman has anointed my feet with fragrant oil.

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Therefore I say unto you, her sins, which are many, are forgiven, for 

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She loved much. But to whom little is forgiven, the same loves little.”

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And He said to her, “Your sins are forgiven...Your faith has saved you. 

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Go in peace.” ~ “A Cinderella Story” ~


Details | Free verse | |

The Woman

See the woman.

See the face behind its age.
See the beauty of her form.
See the way her way becomes her.
See past her once taught skin, as it was 
when it enflamed many a man.

See the way she holds her head;
the tilt of her neck, the ease
of her being.
See the strength that binds her jaw,
unrelenting in its flex.

See her hurt displayed, as shadows
fall like night upon the earth,
eager for rest and resolution -
retribution,
for the one she could not save.

See her darkness. See it very well.
See it shatter like glass, glinting,
when she giggles like a girl.
See her shine.
As the shades of dark days rise,

See the years that grace her eyes,
like rays of her own sun
exponentially shining forth.
See forgiveness in her patient hands
as they weave memories with a touch.

See the breadth of her breasts,
unapologetic,
for they have quenched her children’s hunger,
soothed their frantic cries,
and became the safe haven for her beloved.

See her empty, scarred abdomen –
round and perfect in its imperfections,
once holding the essence of all things;
carrying creation within –
see the divine home of God.

See the innocent baby,
the impetuous youth,
the voluptuous woman,
the devoted wife,
the selfless mother.

See the wisdom of the grandmother –
the epitome of every moment lived
for someone else, and the realization 
of the circle.
Hear the acceptance in her sigh.
See the gifts she has given –

see the woman!
See the goddess!
The beginning and the end!
See the infinite that bares the name,
Woman!

See her for all that she is and isn’t.
Smell her scent and know you are home.
Taste the strength of her words on your tongue.
Hear her experiences like your own.
To touch her soul is to touch perpetuity!

See her face in your mirror.

See the tears that fall proudly
upon the woman you’ve become,
and hope yet to become
                          in time;

when you have lived through all that has been 
set before you –
tasted each woman’s tears as if they were your own.
When you enter that perfect union,
timeless ancestry;
when you become,
when you come
full circle;

you will see yourself in all things, 
and your journey, will see you back

home.



*Reposted for Chris's Get Your Rebel On, Contest! This was written with my Beautiful 
Grandmother in mind. She saved my life in more ways than one. love you, Gran. This one's 
for you. (and every woman, and woman lover, here)


Details | Rhyme | |

Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found


Details | Rhyme | |

The Battle

The menace of war in the chaos of life
The peril of ocean when tempests are rife;
The danger of jungle where feral beasts hide
The terror that lies in a mountain slide.
All these things are simple child's play
Or frivolous sport on a summer's day;
These sad battles that rouse and vex
The heart and soul of love and sex.

Struggle and hardship,  beasts of prey
Are there to menace all human clay:
The bird uncaged can take to his wing
But the hazard of love is another thing;
Under the torment of passion's control
Love crushes the body and steals the soul.
A minute of rapture, an age of despair,
These are the gifts of love's warfare.

Always and forever since time began
When man dared woman and woman lured man;
In that sweet peril that prowls and lies
Is a bloodless conflict when eyes meet eyes.
That careless menace, forever sweet
Whose forlorn end, is joy's defeat;
Now and forever till time has passed
On passion's altar, hearts shall come last


Details | Free verse | |

Hermaphrodite - Part II


My thoughts are filled with the Hermaphrodite,
of the woman breaking through the surface of my skin.
I cup a vulva where there should be instead, a pen.is -
laugh aloud because I feel whole.

You ask why I am laughing, 
but you do so with your own laughter.
Your voice startles me awake,
its echo whispers along my spine.

Disorientation                        leads to clarity.

I look around, it feels like home.
Pixies shine in my eyes.
Right now you are a Pixie
             in my eyes,
a paradoxical puzzle that makes you all the more beautiful.
You have always been there,
so intertwined, I only had an illusion of being alone.

IT/You/I/We, say:

"I have been your Mother, you have been my Father,
Sister, Brother, Child, Lover."


II.

I want to make love to you
on exponential levels.
Here                finally,
I swallow the truth of always having wanted to.
You tell me that we already are,
possibly a bit differently than expected.

"In my sleep?"

"No, ancient boy, young boy."

I feel slighted for a fraction of a moment,
but the woman re-surfaces within.

You penetrate me,
using my own body to fill me/your body.
Waves. Pulsating, flowing currents.

How can I be feeling both?

We are between two Mirrors                deep beneath the Sea.
Do I dare look? Of course.
I see our reflection through your eyes -
you are using my body to make love to me/your body,
my belly is an earthquake.
There are smaller images of us rebounding between the Mirrors,
hypnotizing me, leading me deeper into reflections,
until I am only a grain of sand.

You take me in. You are an Oyster,
molding me into a Pearl,
even though you were born a Pearl. 


Details | Free verse | |

You're my lady, made for me

You're my lady, made for me!

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I swear to you there could never ever be!

In this whole world, as far as I could see!

Someone else who could be my soul-mate!

Except you, most precious gift of my fate!

Before we even met, I had known you forever!

Since times began, we had been apart never!

From nothing, you changed me to everything!

My queen of hearts, just with you I am a king!

You are my world, you're the love of my life!

You are my sweetheart, O my prettiest wife!

Let me yet once more get down on my knee!

To say you are my lady, who is made for me! 

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UNSELFISH LOVE

I was blessed to know a woman in my life
Who faced hard times, struggle, and strife.
A Chinese immigrant, she came from a poor town
Lost her husband, was kept from her daughter, but not kept down.

She had three other children who were born here
Getting them a better life was her biggest fear.
She had to fend for herself and them alone you see,
Speaking little of the language in this foreign country.

But, she had always lived a determined life
So she fought back...with a fork and a knife.
She opened a restaurant in a small community
Where her gracious manner made her friends instantly.

Her children would grow up in town with new friends
The restaurant she opened was the mean to her ends.
She worked very hard...sometimes eighteen hours a day
She never complained because that was her way.

Her life's expectations knew more successes sublime
The restaurant grew...one egg roll at a time.
She once told me of the anxiety she felt at the money she'd spent...
Laughing said, "My uncle said sell 2 qts of Chop Suey/Day...you've got the rent."

She was a woman who chose kindness as she felt had to her been shown
To people far and near her generosity was known.
She was thankful that she had the opportunity
To give back with love rather than animosity.

I first met her over some 30 years back
She struck me from the that moment as a person who had the knack
To make others feel at home though strangers they be
She certainly did, because she did it to me.

I still remember her caring for me...it was shown
Once caught in a blizzard, she opened her home.
So often was there a path to this woman's door
Though she stood, less than 5 foot 4.

Her heart was as big and wonderful as one would want
An earthly angel, she was heaven sent.
Though her health began to wane later in life
She never gave in to that world of strife.

Her eyesight began to fail and it was difficult for her to see
But that didn't stop her or her generosity.
She loved people and filled everyone with cheer
Ever thankful that she had had a life here.

Though she is gone I'll never forget her face
Or her love of life, devotion to family, and unstoppable pace.
To me I'll ever be thankful to have had the joy
Of calling her "Ma" ... ONE IN A MILLION~was Connie Moy!

1st Place Winner - "One in a Million" Poetry Contest


Details | Ballad | |

LOVE STORY

LOVE STORY
The breeze is in my hair. The moon is gleaming behind me. The love I feel is everlasting. Cadence of my soul. Show me your happiness Share, my love. Laugh with me Our destiny is mixed with pleasure. Our essence treasured. Come walk with me in the garden. Alive - Let's reach our ultimate…high. Smile, darling smile Kiss me with your eyes. Forever we are. Champagne we drink To toss our uniting. You feel my sylph A fulfilled spirit. This journey succumbs me. I am free for you to love. Embrace your ideas Let the breeze come in. Dance to the ecstasy. Release all your fears. Capture this time As our minds, intertwine. Laugh with me Inflection of my soul. Show me your happiness. Share, my love. A majestic dynasty Our empire In time Now! Here we stand You and I forever. No obstacles have formed. You are my one and only. Woman, smile Kiss me with your eyes. Forever we are. Thrive - Let's reach our ultimate…highs. This is our life... Together This is our existence... Forever Ardor love Justified by God Come walk with me in the garden As we write our love story.
MY PHILOSOPHY
Man is man. His skin is what makes difference. His upbringing differentiates. This is, he states, “God's way.” DARK SUNSHINE - VSW _________________________________________| PENNED ON AUGUST 03, 2014!


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Revive the Breakage

High upon the highest heights I see the most tremulous sight A small girl, fair and tranquil Smiling strangely, sitting still Beneath a sobbing willow tree She recites a verse upon her knee She sings a rhythmic hymn Not of death, nothing grim But prays that life will return Even for those who are doomed to burn The girl is a woman now Beneath the tree and upon the cloud She whispers, “I am watching you” Why then are you so blue? A single tear of sadness and joy Rejuvenate the quirky earthly boy Who sits down beneath the blooming tree Listening to her silent voice attentively She reminds him she was once young too That she also was a misty shade of blue But when the boy grows into man He has come to ignore the fair woman Who watches him still from above Burning and swelling with disdainful love The ways of the world have sweltered his heart And time has torn his soul apart Thus he has lost all innocence and light Battling his sinful lust—an endless plight! I watch as he feeds on others’ pains and fears Reducing the vigilant woman to tears The prayer of the innocent has been ignored Life has died and hellfire stored Into the hearts of the impotent In blue, fires of haze their heart is sent Toiling in misery and lament Savaged and severed by our regret The heavenly woman grows old and frail And the man still treads the sinful trail As the rotting tree withers into dust Can I revive it? –I must! Low as low can possibly be I watch myself condescendingly A tombstone, gray and hell-bent Frowning knowingly in bewilderment Above the dust that once was a tree She cries out a verse anxiously Faintly she whispers the undying hymn Not of happiness, nothing of whim And prays that life will come to end For those that break instead of bend


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A Woman's Love

A woman’s love is soft
Rounded…smooth
Soft like her body
A blanket of gentleness
Her softness covers
The edges of a man’s soul
Making him feel warm
Whole
Nurtured
Fed
A soft pillow for his head
Her breasts
Soft
So so s o f t…
Her arms
Dreamy clouds of comfort
Around his shoulders
His angular frame
Covered
His roughness softened
Gentle, soothing
The love of a woman
Reducing him
To the child in the man
In need of love....
The knowledge that she’s there
An added softness to his rugged world
Of madness

A woman’s love
Is a soft embedding
Of his hard strength
Lost in the warm depths
Of her soft
Soft
Love
A woman’s love...

A man’s soft salvation

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Inspired by the poem by Richard D Steal (WOMAN) 


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

I kissed another girl

(This is a fictional poem)

When I kissed another girl, word got back to you.
You slapped my face and told me that we're through.
Most kisses taste pretty sweet but that kiss was tart.
Now I'm all alone nursing a broken heart.
Kissing that girl was foolish and it was a mistake.
But I'll make it up to you no matter how long it takes.
I can't go on if our love is at an end.
If you'll take me back, I'll never look at another woman again.
You're the only woman who I want to be with.
So I'm on my knees begging you to forgive.


Details | Free verse | |

Favors

Colton was a bartender,
computer hacker for the government.
Three days after i heard the zip
he moved to Korea.
He had glasses and made Malibu Rum margaritas
so good that I couldn't stop sipping on his heart.

Now Harrison was the thrasher.
Homemade tattoo guns,
baggy sweats and paint.
he wanted to stamp EASTSIDE into my chest 
so that my breasts would remember his touch.

Cooper was the football star
three times my weight.
He stopped my breathing
as he laid on top of me.
Shh, he whispered. We don't want to wake them.
We smoked in the back of his truck after the fact.
He kept my lipstick stained cigarette
so he would remember his best blowjob, he told me.
As he drove into the dark 
I watched him with broken eyes.

Peter was the musician,
asked me to come to one of his gigs
so that he could play a song for me.
He closed his eyes during the entire song
and told me that he was picturing me naked.
We were in the back of his car.
It was pouring, cold, and uncomfortable.
Thanks for the favor
he mentioned.

That is when I began giving favors as a past time.

1 hour for ten addys.
Okay.

2 hours for a line.
Okay.

30 mintues for a cocktail.
Okay.

Favors faded.
Okay, they said.
and i screamed into my pillow.


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A poem for YOU

In this world of Uncertainties I’m the man that you can trust And in my words of sincerity That my love would never last. And if you could only feel, what i feel for you You can ask me “why?” so you can see the truth Like our love that tightens the rope, Like a light that would give us hope. As you watch the dark skies Let me grab the moon for you, And as I catch the bright stars That’s the way you can see me through As this planet turns as it always will And things go wrong and you don’t know what to feel Hold my hand for it will make us strong Like a wind, we will carry on The wind blow that sings a hymn for you For they know what does love means for the two Love is blind, and not deaf So how’s success if you’re not ready to bet? In this poem with full of rhymes, A full of love, Babe can you be mine? I don’t expect too much from you Why should I? If you complete my whole. “Till death do us part” that’s what they have said But why do struggles crash them ahead? Don’t ask me when my love will last, To count all of our quarrels, is that a must? Now and Forever is all that I promise No day dreaming and without reminiscence As the matter of time, as the time passes by Together we stand, together you and I
A poem for my Girlfriend for our anniversary :) pls comment and rate... you are free to judge and criticize my work :) God Bless


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

A moment in time

A moment in time..

I saw you across the room the other day,
Much like another time when you held my gaze,
Pulling me in with one passing glance
Our longing eyes betraying thoughts, that this might be another chance
This is crazy I thought, we both surmised and laughed.
Looking away, looking back again, can anyone else see what’s going on?
This moment of desire shared between you and me,
Embracing the what ifs and what would be?
Two strangers living separate lives, intertwining paths in space and time
Connecting in ways we could not explain
The thought of one touch occupying all senses
Haunted by the what could have been
If I would have been, the one to say I do
We recently shared a moment in awkward conversation
Trying to be informal and coy,                                                                                           But what we really wanted was to
Wrestle with the deep mysteries of each other.   
The woman in you celebrating the man in me
The man in me praising the woman in you, the beauty of you
With your long hair and misty eyes, just something about the way
You look at me, makes my body leap inside, and weep at the same time.

Where were you from? What was your name?
The love from my youth is one and the same,
Has it been that long? Forbidden romance lost in memory
Something of a glimpse captured in remembrance,
Yes! You found me in my misery long ago
Wanting to love me out of a misguided childhood,
Only to be met with at the time, a beautiful mess
We shared intimate conversation, falling for one another
As words fell from our lips, an exchange of hopes and dreams
We fulfilled a need in one another, drying tears from each other’s eyes
For a season,
But momentum drove us on separate paths, on distant shores
I watched you fade away, like a fog across the bay.

Do I have regrets and will I have regrets?
Sure I do, and yes I will,
I didn’t have the words to tell you then, what pride refused to say,
That you meant more to me than handholds on a treacherous mountain,
That your tenderness broke through layers of bitterness left untouched,
And that now, like before you shake the foundations of my very being,
Only you have been able to reach me there.
Shall we embrace this forbidden love? Build a future out of broken lives?




You have yours and I have mine, what will become of us if we pursue?
Sometimes true love is never meant to be shared, if it decimates 
The only thing you know to be true, what is real and what is now
And the impact a dream can have.
So when I see you now, at least for the moment I can believe and know
Your okay and that life has treated you well and that you’re happy,
We can find peace in our circumstances, the way we found each other again.
And smile remembering that once we shared a moment in time..


Details | Light Poetry | |

WHAT SEX AM I

I was born a woman body full of curves an soft blush breasts. One day I awoke wanting to tell someone wanting to confess. I like women the ones of my own sex. I love the way they look and move. I love the feel and the smell of a woman's body. I've met a young woman and this i believe is real. She means the world to me,yet I was put on earth to give my heart and my body to a man. Men have hurt me and let me down to no end. I always knew I was differnt from my freinds afraid to let them know it turned me on to look at them. So I tried to hide behind what society wanted me to be a woman in every way. Until I found love and could no longer deny what I felt. I made love to her the way no man could. she loved the way I touched, held, and caressed her. made her feel things no other could. She asked me when it was done, What sex am I? I told her a woman like you , I just know how you want to feel, she smiled and kissed me again. God forgive me I know it's a sin. I'm in love with a woman what am I to do? God forgive my sins. I'm in love with a woman and it may mean hell.


Details | I do not know? | |

I've Scribbled This Song For You



I've Scribbled This Song For You...


I'm wasting my days,
my empty nights too,

I should have held on,
but I simply lost you,

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

yes, I should have kept,
you close to my skin,

soaking your warmth,
but you were laughing,

at my foolish grin...


now I'm all broken,
and torn apart,

but what the hell,
I was always late,
for the tolling of the bell,

and now...

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

so kiss me now like you once did,
I'm tired of being so carefully hid,


la laa laa la laa laa laa...


(repeat to fade)


:-)


Details | Free verse | |

ONLY YOU

                                    Never thought, never knew,
                           that some day I'd find a woman like you.
                                    A woman with pure delight.
                       A woman who's mind is so aimlessly bright, that
              the sacrifices made brings the world underneath your sunlight.
                           A woman with thoughts and emotions that
                                 are defined through her eyes.
                   Laying next to her our thoughts mount up as one and
                                      disappear in deep sky's.

                                  Yes adversity will come and go,
                           but in life, with faith we'll constantly grow
            Although there are tears shed and pain that we will seldom share,
                    No other individual will come close enough to compare
                              Time we've spent is no regret to me,
                               Just hope you and I will forever be.


"An old piece"


Details | Romanticism | |

Pursue Love

Pursue love,
the love that has no meaning,
the silver ports of the moon,
shine so bright,
that it blinds you in the twilight
she is beautiful and she is divine
she is the song sang by the sweet nightingales
in the gardens of worthy, overgrowning and blooming roses,
like wildfire grow tall and the thornes of the vines
tangle around her feet and drag her ever so slightly
throughout the garden of beauty.
As the roses lay along a table,
as she sits at the table
and she waits for me, the wordman
to come to the dinner table at the stroke of nine
and sit with her,
start a scene or two of romantic setting,
to pursue love in her name.
Love is around us,
the candlelight shines and reflects in her silk hair,
as her evening dress glitters and shines
and her bossom shows itself in the nightsky
as we lay together,
we pursue a dream together,
forever we live together forever,
as we stand upon the belcony of Romeo and Juliet's love scene
we swim in a pool of sweet divine care and love,
we swallow grapes and drink wine
hand and hand on Persian rugs and virgin white cloth sheets,
we dance to a simple, yet sweet Chopin's masterpiece
of his beautiful nocturnes,
which make such a sweet and romantic song in our heads.

We stomp out the flames
as we dance the night away,
and you lay in my arms,
and I kiss you upon your lovely head,
and you hold my hand,
and I hold you tight
never thinking of letting your love go away from me,
I would take my own life,
before I lose your love.
See us together,
it is a painting that lasts lifetimes,
that needs no touch-ups.
I care for you and love you!
Love me, I know you will.

My sweet and loving portrait lady,
who in reality is more beautiful than a fully bloomed rose
that sits on its green stem,
in the garden of beauty that sits outside my window.
Come up to my chambers
as I picked roses for you and pettles litter the atmosphere
as love's tension grows
and suspence brings us together,
let us make love tonight
seal the passion
and pursue love once and for all.

Then shall we wake with the first rays of the blazing of the morning sun,
I shall wake next to your beauty and glory,
and I shall point my attention to the heavens
and thank the Gods for sending you on the open road,
toward my chamber door, I call my heart.
Then we shall dress, and walk the pathways
in the garden of beauty
and I shall pick a bauquet of roses
and we shall sit by the lake and pursue our love
for one another
and nothing, not one earthquake shall shake us apart.

-9/26/2013-


Details | Quatrain | |

Message to the Lover of the Poet

To be in love with a poet
Is not an easy thing
Try as you might, you’ll never
Live up to his dream

For the poet isn’t content
With love’s status quo
You please and you tease him
But it’s not enough you know

For living there in his mind
Is a picture of the divine
You know that he longs for her
For it's shown in every line

The woman of perfection
Who is not of this world
With raven tresses of hair
And slender arms unfurled

The poet “sees” this woman
And his senses just take leave
For her passion is intense
Her body rivals that of Eve

She is tender and she’s giving
Never asking in return
She waits for him night and day
And it’s for his love she burns

She nurtures his desire
Fulfills his every whim
For she is his possession
Remains faithful just to him

She sees in him embodied
Every single manly trait
Each and every need of his
She’s sure to satiate

Ah…mere mortal woman
Who must compete with this muse
You find that you fall short
And your love’s prone to abuse

For who can dare compare
With a poet’s romantic dream
The siren who sings to him
Who floats on clouds of cream

Poor lover of the poet
Sitting here alone at night
Waiting for him to see you
To turn on you passion’s light

Love him, my sweet, love him
For in the end he’s just a man
That silly muse of his dreams
Can’t caress him, but you can

So win him at this love game
Make the fires really burn
Try to captivate his mind
So that it's for YOU he yearns

Warn that charming seductress
That muse who tries hard to woo
That you have a jealous heart
And you've made him drink your brew

Your body, your soul, your desires
Bathe him in all of these
Not with words but your hands
Make him to do just what you please

For a poet is just a man
Just a simple man is he
Give him all he desires
Then watch his love set you free!

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Details | Ballad | |

The Accolade

 Fighting mid the strong and bold,
His eye and blade were keen;
Marching like a thund'ring storm
On foes of Faith, his queen.

Now returned in victory
Upon his mighty bay,
Set he off to Langley Tow'r
Her summons to obey.

"John the Squire," the footman called,
And held the oaken door;
Faith, it seemed, had gleaming eyes
Like never once before.

"John! 'tis good to see thee hale,"
The queen exclaimed, and rose:
Tales have sped to Langley's gates
Of many broken bows."

"God has saved me whole and well,
By prayers, I ween, of thee;
Tell me please, my lady Queen
What service I may be."

Saying thus, the squire bowed
And doffed his burnished helm;
Struck in awe by Faith, his love,
The queen of Arthur's realm.

"Gilbert saith," rehearsed the queen,
"That deeds of thee are done
Greater yet than those of Wat 
Or even Henry's son."

Tears bedecked her youthful face,
And glistened in the light;
John the Squire, as she had hoped,
Had done her favour right.

"Nay!" the humble squire cried,
"This word is not so true!
How could I, the meanest squire,
Perform the deeds they do?"

"Hush!" It was a firm command;
"I'll hear these lies no more; 
Kneel before me, Squire John,
A knight shall leave the door."

Down before the queen he knelt,
He pledged his knighthood true;
Swore her ev'ry small command
With cheerful heart to do.

From his side she drew his sword,
She struck the accolade;
"Thus the greatest knight," she said,
"Is from a squire made."

From her hand the sword did fall,
It clashed upon a stone:
"John, if battle claimed thy life,
How could I be alone?"

"God has prospered all my ways;
My Queen, I praythee, cease!
Soon these wars shall claim our foes,
And Britain be in peace."

Faith remained there by her throne,
With light upon her hair;
Not one maid of Camelot
Was even half so fair.

"God be with thee evermore,"
She bravely said at last;
"Guard and keep thee from the foe
Until the very last."

John the Knight farewell did bid,
And swiftly rode away:
When the wars were hammered out,
He'd be a king in May.


  For the Famous Art contest. Inspired by the painting "The Accolade" -1901 by Edmund Blair Leighton. 
http://www.scarletquince.com/pat.php?pat=BLA001
Heather will have to copy and paste this url in a web browser, the rest of you can use the links in About Poem.


Details | Free verse | |

Captured-..The Spirit Wind

Captured…..the Spirit Wind 

 (tribute to “My spirit you” by Colin Mitchell Williams)

when you paint a portrait of this love
      it is exquisitely artistic 
moving souls with words…
splashed on the canvass of this page
like it bled from within your soul
                  like it spilled from you
from an always pouring faucet
coming from the deepest well….

           blatant and caressing
tumultuous and arousing
it comes arrayed in many hues
sprinkles softly like golden dust
poured on feminine hearts
stained with passion
red and pink (your blooming heart) 
fervent with heat
sultry and captivating….
much like summer breezes
on balmy beaches
                               you….
you are passion refined
defined as profound


you speak of this love that rests inside
(one like you say you have never known)

    she is lovely you say….

“Now you are like a blue girl
Dressed in summer clothes
Laughing in the sunshine
Playing on the swings of my heart
Rising to the heavens
And out beyond the stars”

how touching those lines!

we see her through your eyes of love
those shining eyes of bliss

she counts herself lucky I would say…
      what woman would not?

a woman could but only wish
that she could hold a mans heart
that beats with a constant beat
that captures such staggering
        and brilliant colors

erotically tender…
how you describe her
we can see her in your eyes
and it feels like love should feel
constant like the sun
ever moving like the current
in a California river


going somewhere on the trees
magic in the wind
beneath a bright iridescent sky
blasting out a soothing blue 

you speak of love as it should be
it makes a woman hope 
that fairy tales just might come true 



If I could enter my own contest right now this is what i would enter. What can i say?"My Spirit 
You" is a beautiful poem :) Thank you, Colin, for the inspiration....


Details | Romanticism | |

The Blue Poet

I am the Blue Poet.
The uneasy man.
Who longs to be loved,
or just to have a friend.

My heart whisphers a low melody
on a faint, cool evening
thinking of her.
Once in my arms,
laying on my bed of roses.
Now she is gone.
I cannot think anymore!
It is hard, to love again,
When all your love has been taken away.
... I am the Blue Poet.

I am the Blue Poet,
That walks the bluish, dawn and dew covered streets
in the the October evenings and nights.
But I tell you, I wasn't always so blue.
No! I was once alive... happy... romantic,
... till Love went away!

Now I sit in the wayward poetry clubs,
drinking club soda and snapping my fingures
to a finished performance on a poem about love.
Written by a soft, spoken seventeen year old girl.

Soon, it is my turn to give my poem a read.
I stand on a lone stage, with a spotlight drownding me in blindness.
I face the faces, who look at me and smile.
A clap, and a cough, bring my head up.
I look out upon the sitting crowd.
To see that one face
that speaks to me,
without the movement of the mouth.
The face never showed though, and my head fell back down.

I start to read.
A vase of emotions kill me and swallow me up.
I try to hold back tears, but no more could I halter.
I finished, with a salty tear, rolling down my rough and oiled cheek.
I leave the crowd at ovation
and leave the women, all with tears in their eyes.

I come down from the stage, leaving the bright spotlight.
I shake hands, give hugs,
and collect my pay, and have another round of club soda.
Then, I go down the midnight alleyways of sprinkled city streets
finding myself a cozy room.

I think of her for a moment,
then off to sleep.
I dream of one time laughs, and hugs and kisses.
I cry in my sleep,
...For I am the Blue Poet.


Details | Lyric | |

Warmth of Breeze

Imagine me as a book covered with dust,
A soul whose warmth for years remained untouched

Letters on every page were ill-defined, unclear
The essence was hidden in an ambiguous fear

Uninterested I was in the societal rigmarole,
Me and my outer self were at opposite poles

Quite hesitant I was to turn to the next page
As I knew it would amount only to stormy rage
Quite concerned I was for my future pages and me,
The so-called bright world appeared shadowy

And in this dusky weather, suddenly the air felt unusual
This didn’t happen in years, the matter truly seemed crucial

I bizarrely felt the warmth of cool welcoming zephyr
My pages drifted, smiled and glinted like a pearl

My dull existence got transfigured into a life full-of-beans
Personified I was into a woman of worth, a woman of means

And now after owning this bag full of happiness,
I started reading the letters carved on me,

This time they were decipherable and defined,
They managed to unite me, my heart and my mind.

I looked around, in quest of the soul who revived me
Who passed by me and set my tangled soul free

Seeing him was out of question, quite hazy he appeared to me,
I could only fantasize him as a cozy breeze over the sea

Now, this breeze could be felt only when you are around me
You…  only you and nothing beyond
You…  the only one to make my passion profound
You… in your absence too you could be felt around
You … the only one in whom I am found!


Details | Verse | |

Secretly Obsessed

Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....






Details | I do not know? | |

Wrestling Verses


Wrestling Verses


Spilling ink onto paper,
reading tea-leaves,

fragments of mirth,
shards of anguish,

remain,
trapped in rolled-up sleeves.


Turning up my collar,
as blue as these days that slip by,

scattered verses plunge into,
the fathoms of unknown waters.


My ink runs, slips, treading lightly,
penning odes to love on bare skin,

your skin,
your bare back my canvas,

my fingers tracing, caressing, scribbling,
homages to our laughter, our tears.


Wrestling verses,

lie spent, exhausted,
famished and parched from saying too much,

still,

my fingers tickle your soft skin,

my ink would run dry,

were it not for your gentle touch


Details | Free verse | |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

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


Details | Rhyme | |

What is Woman

 Love is all I have to give.
Gentle describes my touch.
I will give you all that I have.
Though, I will never ask for much.

Peace is what I bring to your mind.
Hope is what I bring to your soul.
The words that I speak are poetic.
My words are worth more than gold.

God will bring us together.
Our bond will never be undone.
I will be there to help fight your battles;
Though the war may not have yet been won.

I have always been there for you.
Sometimes you let me pass you by.
I will still do all I can to make you happy.
I will console you when you need to cry.

You sometimes look me over.
Though, I will be who you turn to in the end.
I have come to this world in many forms.
I have been your mother, your sister, your friend.

So take this time to acknowledge me.
Give me the recognition I am due.
I am the embodiment of a woman.
A woman that has always been true.

Do not take my love for granted.
Do not toss me aside like a jacket that is worn.
Many of you have heard the saying;
“There is nothing like a woman scorned”.

My heart is a precious gift.
Do not give me pleasure, and then give me pain.
Do not disrespect my body.
Do not take my name in vain.

Please remember who I am.
Acknowledge who I will be in the end.
Know that someday with or without you.
I will be someone’s mother, sister or friend.


Details | Personification | |

Kashmir-The woman

Kashmir is the innocent beauty of nature
It lifted me above all mire dark and dense.

Kashmir is the divine smile
It gifted me a peace beyond all of my sense.

Kashmir is the sorrow
It showed me a combined pain of poverty, corruption and terrorism.

Kashmir is the beautiful helpless unmarried woman.
Whose neighbors are trying to capture her body not sweet heart.

Kashmir is the paradise on earth without dream...
  
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA

( THE POEM IS DEDICATED TO EVERY WOMAN IN ALL COMMUNITIES OF JAMMU & KASHMIR AND POET ANDREA DIETRICH )


Details | Rhyme | |

MENTAL TATTOO: A Collaboration With Eileen Manassian

                                            I breathe in the fragrance of you; 
                                             You're the rose of a new tattoo.
                                             Fashioned firm and fair in kind,
                                              Never will you leave my mind.

                                          On your heart I am meant to stay;
                                               My love for you is on display.
                                                I'm a rose in passion's hue;
                                               Symbol of love touching you.


           



                                                      ©2013 Honestly JT
                                                      ©2013 Eileen Manassian                                             


Details | Free verse | |

CONSUMMATION

CONSUMMATION

She came again last night
with love-lights sparkling in her ebon eyes
and honey dripping from her lovely lips
and visited my chamber in the night,
I heard her come,
I heard her footfall on my stair,
I watched the door
and saw her beauty standing there.

How lovely to be loved and love
to meld into her sacred fire,
to know myself to be a moth
to know the burning heat of this her flame,
and in the darkness of my chamber in the night
to leave my door ajar
inviting her to enter in,
to wait for her
whilst drifting into sleepiness and dream,
upon my bed of roses.

Stirring now
I know not what the cause
nor why this moth she draws
with ecstasies of fabulous desire
into her flame of love,
to be consumed, to burn, to die,
and yet, to live for her alone
upon my bed of roses.

I’ve tasted sweet before
but not like this
this silver dew upon her breath,
I’ve waited untold lives to savour this,
this love sublime, the fire divine,
I wonder if it was the dimple in my chin,
or could it be the opening in my heart
which she had made that drew her in
upon my bed of roses.

With eyes wide open
blind to all I see but she
in that sweet night I drowned again her deep eyes,
always she comes with unrehearsed surprise
and plants in me her precious seeded prize
that love which never dies.
When I recovered from the shock
and I had taken stock
‘twas she who held the key
which turned my unseen lock
so she could enter me
upon my bed of roses.

And when I thought that she would leave at dawn
she paused and drew me further in,
into such depths I’ve never been,
all this then done
in love’s embrace we both were one,
we both were gone,
no one lies here
to wet my pillow with pearlescent tears
upon my bed of fading ruby roses.

Tom.




Details | Free verse | |

Old Friend

By chance we met
We became friends at first
And best friends later
We shared everything with each other
The good, the bad, happy and sad..
 
 
It was all beautiful until that day..
 
 
The day he came into your life
Was the worst day of my life
You shared your good times with him
You gave him your valuable kisses
You gave him your all, and then some
 
 
I waited in vain for your messages
All I wanted was to hear your voice
To fill up this void you left in me
My life was never the same
 
 
Then there was trouble in your paradise..
 
 
He hurt you over and over again
But you loved him too much
You couldnt let go
He made you shed your precious tears
He took all your love
And never gave it back
 
 
Then you remembered me..
 
 
The one that was always there
The one that always cared
Always in his shadow, watching you
Crying invisible tears each time he hurt you
 
 
You came to me with your pain..
 
 
I became your tower of strength
I wiped your tears when you cried
I made you strong so that you could stand on your own
I put the sun back in your sky
I gave you wings to make you fly
 
 
And then you flew..
 
 
Away from me again
You reopened the void
You took away my sun
You left me in the cold again
 
 
You have forgotten me..
 
 
But I will never forget you
I always loved you
And I always will 
 
 
Goodbye old friend...


Details | Acrostic | |

The Heart of A Man

T   o those women who don’t know, that love was manifested when a man was just an embryo
H   is very being was developed to love a woman unconditionally and so, in my poetry
E   verything is for my Queen, for I am her King; she is the glow inside of me

H   is heart beats to the rhythm of her love, which was manifested from above
E   very man knows that woman is his kryptonite; that’s evident in the acrostic I write
A   ffectionally, I pull my woman close at night as only she can quench my appetite
R   ealistically, she is the life inside of me which is a constant glow
T   echnically, our love is like universal poetry and God forbid if I should ever let her go!

O   bject of my affection, yet she is more than a mere object
F   rom heaven to earth, we’re a heavenly connection which makes us perfect!

A   n angel on earth that was sent from above for me, to love from the time of my birth

M   an and woman, made for one another neither can happily exist without the other
A   nd as I bring this Acrostic to a close, I think about my counter part
N   othing can compare to her for she’s the one I chose and she’s forever in my heart!!!
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Details | Free verse | |

Bruised Peach

Never let go, the
strand of my hair
tucked behind 
your stare

Exquisitely soft,
as my fingers
cross..

Even the simplest
of touches, burn
their imprints
into the skin,

So that every root
and every vein
I have felt, 

Whispers your name.


Details | Free verse | |

Till You're here,I'm there(to revise)

To 
   My Beloved,the Moon in My Universe,the star in my black sky,the Robin in 
my garden,the Man in my Sweet dream,The Shakespeare of my life, the white 
in my gray,the smile in my tears,the soulmate and bestfriend,
the jolly Roger in my Rough Sea,the Muse of my verse,the man in my 
memory,the love that i breath...the love of my life..

If I sleep at Sunset and never wake Up
to watch the Golden Sun rising again
I just want you to know these words,
to remember these foolish scribbled words,
coming from deep inside my heart
echoing  from my Soul,just for you!
to Fulfill Your empty  glass with the Bacchus' love.
My Beloved i just  need  you to know that,
It would be You ,the last thought on my mind,
It would be your Handsome face which i shall see,
and which my  little hands shall mold,
It would be your Sweet scent which i  shall smell,
scenting my garden for the last time.
It would be your arms which i shall feel,
embracing each and every part of who i am.  
It would be your husky  voice which i shall hear,
It would be your deep chocolate brown eyes,
which i shall gaze into before closing my eyes.
It would be your verse which i shall think of,
It would be that verse i shall remember,
Those Whispers,that Somehow ,Somewhere 
in a better land,afar from the deepest Ocean,
We shall find each other once again,
and We shall live to be together forever more,
Yes ,Somewhere Over the Rainbow We shall meet,
and No land ,Sea or Horizon Shall seperate Us.
My Beloved,
If i die without saying Goodbye,I just need you to know,
Its your smile which  i shall cherish till the end.
Its your warmth  that  I shall be thinking of,
and don't  Feel Guilty,You weren't Here, to watch Me go!
I shall die happy,knowing i'll be in the land Of Dreams
Just,Watching Over you, from above the puffy clouds.
My Love,If i don't get the chance to say Goodbye,
Do not shed a tear,Don't look back,Live to love and
live to write forever more ,cos you were born a writer,
and i am so very proud of all you've  ever been and are.
Live to find love and when you find the woman of your heart,
The Woman who fills my glass'slipper,Love Her  as you once
loved me, Never let her go!and whenever You cross
a field of Daises,Remember!I 'll always be a Daisy in the Wind,
That  Wild flower Swaying,breezing love your way.
My Beloved,I loved you,Love You still and always will!
My Spirit shall protect You, as i watch Over you 
from the Balcony Of Heaven and Smile..



                                                                   Your little Dove..


Details | I do not know? | |

Our Daughter - Woman Extraordinary

From the moment You were born
We knew You were Special
Just had that Special Spark For Life
Daughter


You strove to be better than Your peers
From the earliest ages
You always learned from others mistakes
So You wouldn't have to go through the same ones too
Our Daughter - Woman Extraordinary

You're always trying to better Yourself
I'm sure You'll Succeed
In all of Your Endeavors
You've accomplished much more in Life
Than I ever saw for Myself
A Musician, Writer, Accountant and Wife
Our Daughter - Woman Extra Ordinar'
                   God Bless


Details | Free verse | |

A Fluttering of Wings- Part I

She seemed restless
Their gilded cage of love
That she had begged him
To imprison her in
With the bars of his passion
Seemed to be confining now

She never said anything
But he knew…
She felt different to his touch
He saw those wistful glances
Past the bars to the outside
And his heart bled

So he unlocked the door
But left it shut
Watching if the latch
Would show tell-tale signs
If the door would give away
Any secret whisper
Of an attempt to escape
His love

Days passed and there
Was no sign
No whisper
And yet…
At nights
Long after he pretended
That their love making 
Had satisfied his hunger
He lay there quietly
Still hungry
For all that she was not giving him
Her soul

He heard her sighs of discontent
Long after he thought sleep had claimed her
And in the dark of that night
He prayed for strength
To carry it through

Every night
For next few days
He left the door just a little more open
Than it was before
Wondering….
If she would notice
If she would break free
He was risking his life
He knew it…
But he would not keep her
Against her will
He was not that kind of man
And she would not ask to leave
She was not that kind of woman

On the third night
He saw her eyes fix
On the half open door
A curious mix of wonder
And perplexity
Played on her face
He quickly turned away
Bur he felt the question
Lingering in the air
The sheer longing in her eyes
Burning in his mind

That night
She was on fire
Her love a blaze of passion
She responded to his every touch
Electrified
Energized
Feeding off his desires
Giving
Asking
Pleading
Screaming
Satiating him
Beyond imagination
She pleased him
In every way he had ever
Imagined
Had desired
And it was all he could do
To wait until
He knew she was ready
To reach that place
Where intensity rules 
And everything else
Is subjugated
They were now fused together
No beginning and no end
As wave after wave of 
Of pulsating ecstasy
Engulfed them

He slept then
Satisfied
Content
His premonitions buried
In the world of dreams
Until a stray ray of light
Fell across his face
And he opened his eyes
To find himself…. Alone
Alone
She had flown
And left a single feather
To remind him
Of her angelic form

Continuation in Part II


Details | Rhyme | |

Lyrically Spun

Beautifully woven ~ magically spun Carefully wondering about the years to come Awakened fury rises inside my soul of pride Driven ambitiously by this girls' ride Seeking in deepened abyss of my heart Finally found a woman who's smart Educated & classy ~ this angel drops into my life To pick up these jigsawed pieces inside me that crave a wife To be the gentle side of me when I am rough To be there with me ~ broken and lonely when life gets too tough To make me see the tender pieces of a woman (The difference from just taking her to the can) The sensitive side of her body I shall cherish Something that started simply from a wish The seductive spell of a body exactly like mine Same sex with this woman ~ finally time


Details | I do not know? | |

Let's Keep It Real

 It's funny when you just feel like you in this world alone -
Know one understand's you , not even the one's who consider themselves 
to be grown -
Black women a relationship is not about you , one woman -
It's about that woman including that man , united together we stand -
Every arguement is not just the fault of him -
Consider what you did before the arguement and remember 1 of you 
equals 2 for them -
 Know man should put his hand's on a woman as well as know woman 
should put her hand's on a man -
But , in a relationship we should both keep it respective because the outside
line will never understand -
Something that is workable to both of us is over exaggerated by them -
Even though we where both in the fault the outside line only blame's him -
I think that deep down inside every man has some good -
Im in a seat now where the one's you say , are no good once stood -
 I was more than good i was great -
Now, Im trying to keep from tearing down someone else's wall with all 
this hate -
Im a dog because i don't want to throw my heart in -
Rewind my life and sweet heart come again -
Who came up with this rule that he alway's has to lay down the red carpet
for you -
Back in the day's we women where strong and everything that was old to
us was brand new -
 Black women why does jealousy has to be part of your plan in order to get
some attention -
When you get some you don't want it ; sorry to you lady player's that one i had
to mention -
Black women if you feel like you deserve to be treated good than raise your
hand -
Now put your hand's down and look around because that's what it feel's 
like inside of every good man -
 Black men stand up and tell your woman i deserve to be treated good -
Black men tell your woman i love you but , let's make sure that what i said  , is
understood -
Some of us black women need to recognize that in a relationship it's 50% for
you and 50% for me -
If you don't have no 50% than don't expect no red carpet because everything
that you thought was about you include's me -



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Invisible Wings

I know a woman so brave and strong that married
her sweetheart and made a new home.
They were determined to make a good life,
so he joined the Marines and went off to fight.
They lived in countries so far away and had two 
sons during their stay.
Then they came home and settled down,
somewhere in North Carolina, a military town.
One day the news came he had to leave for awhile,
although she was crying, he only saw a smile.
He called her as often, as he was allowed,she 
sent him packages that drew a crowd.
Then the news came, he had been hit, a roadside
bomb, and it was real bad.
Her eyes welled up with tears of fear, hearing the
words she hoped never to hear.
Strong and determined to find out the facts,
her husband was severely injured in Iraq. She told
the men that had come bearing the news that eve,
this man  my husband, who just happens to be
a Marine, is my whole world, and has always
been.
She made certain his care was very good, and beside
his bed, this brave woman stood.
She left her sons in the care of her mom, and
told them both, soon you can come. I know now, 
God gave her wings, but from us they are hid.


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Trying Times

Trying Times

Can I maintain this life
Without begging Christ 
To save me 
From the life he gave me 
Can I walk to the plot
To where lays my father death spot
And stand over his grave 
His life is with me acknowledgement
I’m is daughter but I wasn’t with him his last dying days
Tears seem to not fall from my eyes 
Because I know emotion will not grow him back 
And the last words that utter from my mouth will be with me until the day that I’m 
dead they are now un-depart able bitter words that has now been said

They say Gods give you nothing you can’t bare 
Trying time he’s given me trying times is in me 

I dream of some better days 
As a young child proven educate with good grades
Wanted to be a woman at a young age 
Started working on my life 
Tried to blackout every thing in my life that went wrong 
Even as a minor I promise god that all my struggling was going to  make me 
strong
But lost in the mine set that I had no one to carry with me 
Turn my back on the people that had given me life 
Told  them I didn’t need them so forget their advice 
I broke them down to the same feeling that rooted  bitterness 
Spoke for me took hostage over my pride 
But each heart beat I wanted I wanted them to reach for me because all I wanted 
was to be their child 

They say Gods give you nothing you can’t bare 
Trying times he’s given me trying times is in me 

Fast I was moving 
Tried I was getting 
Still I wasn’t not going to stop 
Because I  will never give up 
I instill in myself as long as I don’t misused my body and educate my mine 
There was nothing that could harm me Nothing
Suddenly  everything that  I was reaching for turn around and ran from me
And for the first time in my life I wanted good to save me 
I barely stop myself from falling to my knees begging him to free me 
For now I could see 
My daddy deceased 
My mother sickly 
And soon I will be a woman 
For I will be no ones child 
I feel as if I’m not ready 

They say Gods give you nothing you cant bare
Trying time he’s given me trying times is in me






Details | Ballad | |

The Definition Of A Real Woman

(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moon. A real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attention. Money is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman’s virtue. A real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every move. A real woman’s wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life brings. A real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly again. When you become the object of a real woman’s affection, winning is the only option.

(O)- A real woman’s main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone’s better half. A real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her with. When a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivion. A real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right track. A real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoes. A real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side.

(M)- A real woman’s presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy nature. A real woman is like the magnet of ecstasy. All women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their lives. A real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamy. A real woman’s life is the motion picture of sophistication. The mythology of a woman began within a man’s ribs and ends in the beat of his heart.

(A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his side. A real woman has the ability to do anything a man can. A real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man’s pains with joy. A real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accord. A real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambiance. A real woman is the architect of her own destiny.

(N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationships. A real woman is the nexus between love and happiness. When you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every response. No man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.



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Put a bullet in my brain

Put a bullet in my brain
as the rain sweeps her out of my arms
and places her into another's.
Put a bullet in my brain
for I don't want to see love slip away
please end my suffering,
for I don't want to dare see her in the arms of another man.

I fear the tear that slips away from my soul
and touches the ground with a splash
as she is washed away by the lashed memories of the rain,
please, someone put a bullet in my brain.

I can't bear to see her with another man
laying in his arms
as he charishes her beauty
just like I did to her.
As she smiles and laughs at his jokes
my heart would not bare the sorrow and pain
that would tare my heart apart into pieces of tainted love.
Please tell the rain to stop,
as the pain grows when rain comes down,
please someone end my suffering,
put a bullet in my brain
and stop the rain
that washes away every memory of her.

Stop saying you miss me
and just kiss me
for I can't take the pain
of the rain that takes you away.
Kiss me and stop saying you miss me
for those are useless words to me.
Love is where it's at, so show me.
Don't go with him, he'll treat you wrong.
Love and laugh with me till the break of dawn
as we yawn the long night away.

Kiss me and don't say you miss me.
For if you go away from me,
I couldn't bare to take a tear and waste it away.
Tears, sweet tears crying for you,
doesn't that mean anything to you?
I ask you, stop the rain,
stop the pain and put that bullet in my brain.

Let the red blood flow from my temples.
Let the plow dig my grave,
for I can't bare to see you with another
in his arms, him kissing you, where I kissed you.
I can't take it, I have to make it,
make that pain go away.
Prayer didn't help, God turned a blind eye
when I came up and said why!
Put that bullet in my dome
and when I lay in the coffin, looking at the roof of the church
you come and kiss me, and then you can really say
that you'll miss me.


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Dream Forever

Thee, are my deepest emotions; taken beyond; my control.
Thou do express love; sweeter; than view of sunshine.
One single touch, from you, feels so fine.
No thoughts of your face would ever console.
Desires; that when I see you, I fight to control,
My heart; is blinded by numbers more than nine.
My soul is bound to you with more than twine.
Thee taketh my senses, beyond, compression of coal.

My blustery habits; are taken; when I see thee, with him.
Coal contracts to brilliant diamonds from pressure, we are told.
My heart aches for thou, under the pressure of seeing his kiss.
No brilliancy of any treasure shines; only a full moon goes dim.
My desires are real; though they have no growth; in gold.
Thee, shall be my dream forever, though I shall have no bliss.


Details | Rhyme | |

Let Him Go

This poem I wrote. I call it " Let Him Go "

Sweetheart don't cry
Don't let him make you feel like your nothing
You do have family even though we are not close by
I know your heart is crushing
Don't harp on the past
Don't let him play with your head
You need to get over him fast
His feelings for you are dead
Over 2 years and you still don't have a ring
Your not the one he calls his wifey to be no more
Take a seat and listen up girl here is the thing
He's playing with your feelings and using you like a two dollar whore
I know you were smart once and can be again
He has you so brain washed it's not funny
I know hearing all this is a strain
Think of the example your setting for you little ones honey
Hold your head high and walk away from that loser mama's boy 
Show him that your the one that is too good for his sorry ass
Hell he's such a mama's boy you can find better pleasure in a toy
Your related to me so come on show your sass 
Let go of the past and look to a new future
Let go of the pain and the control freak
Say bye bye Looser
It will get easier one step at a time week by week......


Details | Free verse | |

Three Verbs

a well dressed mess,
I am but a man
with a sinister past
seeking redemption.

b*tching,
venting,
& ranting.
are three verbs I tend
to utilize while writing.
because writing is my outlet,
my craved for aperture,
even my superlative release
in the pursuit of an escape
from a reality which once
was capable of compelling 
my lips to crease into a smile,
but now only fills my chest 
with the tension of a thousand
cold-sweat soaked nightmares.
These three vulgar verbs
keep my mind lucid
through my abdication
of actuality for the
necessary occupation 
of thought required 
to keep these demons 
composed of crushed pills
and empty bottles at bay.

I feel the genius today.
I love every word, letter,
and line that I'm writing.
but tomorrow I'll hate this.
I'll think this sh*t is worthless
as I consider deleting it all.
Yet I can't part with it.
like my utter inability to
forget & let go of this fading
amatory connection whose
love once gave me hope as
well as sex that left scars,
both cerebral and somatic.
I loved her so f***ing much
and if I'm being honest, 
I must admit I still do.

as a parting favor
I simply ask you not
to confound these
words I write with
apathy and despair;
 they may sting off
the tip of my tongue
but they come from
a place that's sincere
and filled with more
than mere goodwill.
I simply have a crestfallen
& despondent perspective.

This, too, will
pass with time.
or so they say.


Details | Ode | |

Daydream Love

You are simply a work of art.
I’ve known it from the very start, 
But you won’t find me hittin’ on ya.

For I’m just an old guy 
With a twinkle in his eye;
Happy just to gaze upon ya.

My old heart quickens it pace
Each time I see your pretty face,
A face that every man should see.

Sometimes, just for a while,
Each time I see you smile,
I imagine it's just for me.

And, when I hear your voice,
For just a moment, I rejoice.
Yes, it’s music to these old ears.

But more than a work of art,
You’re warm and funny and smart.
Simply a beautiful person, my dear.

Though with you I’m quite smitten,
My words are respectfully written;
And every word is  true.

But, if I weren’t so old,
If I were better looking and a little bold,
I would simply say, “I love you.”






Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Primrose


The clockwork ticks transformed to fog and air
while dusk absorbed the beacon's blinking signs,
- surreal and indefinite designs
with tangible his steady flash and flare;
beneath the kind, retentive cloak of chance,
- he breathed her in, her aural scent and glance. 

Inside the tavern sea-men ordered drinks;
amidst the tulips of the hazy smoke,
he felt the night with owls' persistent croak,
and lady Sadness 'pon the starboard brinks;
Invisible the night descended slopes 
in quietness with dark, elusive scopes.

Her primrose scent - ambrosian sorrow's gate,
remote Paradisos and range of soul
perfumed her whiff surpassed, and burned like coal,
he clenched the glass and drunk the dark brusque straight,
the tumbler shattered - deep inhaled her scent,
- with unrelenting his blood thrash torment.

The night was dense; inside the mists he drew
with red drops dropping from the deep palm cut
a wraith, she vanished while her louvres were shut
the nightfall's emptiness inside him grew
caressed the heavy door, its luster stained
the primrose scent inside his mind ingrained.

And she descended - Nymph the fates had graced;
betimes he breathed the scent of night primrose,
same carnal prayer and adytum disposed,
her sacrosanct of pathos' splendor traced;
with flash reflecting in her eyes' domain
the primrose scent dispersed inside the rain.

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


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Tug


The fog reminded him the winter's edge
how faster can the nightly riding be?
he felt the overthrow and painful sledge,
- the asphalt hit the rider departee.

The roar was heard amid the falling snow
the bike capsized - and hard he fell to slug,
across the never reached horizons' glow,
received her bridal kiss and asphalt's tug.

He danced with her beneath the nimbus cloud
- enjoining the magnificence of waltz;
bestowed, denoted valor, fore avowed,
ambrosial her remembrance was, and false.

Beforetime she became his fate in mists,
perceived their airy dance, surpassed treetops
lithe daughter of woods' emptiness, not kissed
on fares unvisited, where searching stops.

Inside the nimbus celebrating Halls
Collegiate was the feast's inviting dance,
trajectory redemptive, death-ride tolls,
- was thoughtful and cognizable her glance.

So standing tall 'mid honors and dusk shades,
recalled the margins that he raced upon,
three hundred for Persephone of Hades
to be his wed on skyline's denouement.

The bullocky V-engine echoes thence
and crowns the basalt rocks atop the brae
when riders pass and fog is hazy-dense
upon his street-bike-fighter see him sway.

© 09-04-2013, George Venetopoulos
(Iambic pentameter)


Details | Personification | |

This Day

This is a day that I could have really done without,
Saying you love me and do this to me hurts no doubt.
   Day  after day I pray that you will please stop,
What pain you've caused me has taken all I've got .
   I love you and adore you but it seems not to matter,
Still you continue to hurt me leaving my heart shattered.
   You come to me with words I have only  dreamed ,
But what they were meant for was to hurt me it seems .
    Never  have I seen a woman with so much hate ,
Taking revenge on me by disrespecting me till it hurts.
    True I have  waivered with my troubles with trust,
The one thing thats important and this is a must.
     There are no more words or sayings that will ever work,
I have tried everything  I know giving it all that its worth .     
     To the day I die I will never understand why ,
The woman I love does everything to make me cry .
     So this my dream to be forever with you ,
Is only nightmares for me  and dying is all I can do.
     This a day I surely could do without.
TAC


Details | Ballad | |

THE PERFECT WOMAN

THE PERFECT WOMAN

What does a perfect woman mean? 
Does it mean something that meets your standards?
A standard measured by physical appearance
or from within towards one's heart and soul?

Perfect is just a label 
A label to define what you like in a woman
A woman whom you want to be with for the rest of your life
A life that will make you feel satisfied.

What is a perfect woman for me?
The perfect woman is a woman who is beautiful inside and out
Not only in the sight of those around us
But in the sight of GOD


By: Ms.Melba Regina V.Sales
      ( a.k.a RIPPED HEART AND SOUL )



Details | I do not know? | |

The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


1.


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

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


2.


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

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


3.


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

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

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

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




Details | Romanticism | |

Ode to Mi Corazon

As I pull weeds from cracks in sidewalks
Yout sit on top of thrones made of solid gold
And I pay no mind to the women around me,
Only to your beauty do I hold an Ode.

I see my fair Spanish lady
my daring, sweet rose with thorns,
That run up and down her spine.
As she stops in the daily parade
Waving at the peasants,
She looks at me and summons her guards
Too take me away.

Her beauty is unbearable.
I cannot take not being with her
For a single moment in my life.
Her hair,
Black like coal,
Her smile is bright, as the first rays of the Red Sun
In the dawn.
Her lips painted with ruby lipstick,
her silk laced dress and shawl wrap around her,
Like a beautiful butterfly in her cocoon.
Her skin of olive, dark color and her green eyes.
My God, those sweet and piercing green eyes
Oh, how they hit my soul and make me shiver with excitment.
She is intoxicating and I am intoxicated in her beauty.

She is like an angel, a Latina beauty who walks the streets paved gold,
As I walk the cracked, cobblestone walkways.
She shines in the Spanish sun, like a dimoand in the ruff
As you blow the dust off her sweet brow,
she glows and sparkles with extordinary excellence.

She is beautiful and sweet and kind.
She loves me, but her father minds.
I am only a peasant, and she royalty.
Can our love ever be together in one holy matrimony?
I pray to the Lord, of all that is good,
Please give me a sign that she loves me.

Soon a storm came over,
blowing me down to the ground
And a cloud of dust swallowed me whole.
A great Conquistador on a great white stallion
pulled me up and told me that she wanted to see me.
I shacked with nervous of joy as I followed the warrior.

She was there, under a palm tree
Near a beautiful beach in Barcelona.
She smiled and a glow covered me with passion.
I hugged her and kissed her upon her sweet lips.
I tasted virginity and she tasted loyalty.
We both tasted beauty and harmony.
As the warrior left us,
We made love upon a vigin white sheet,
Soon covered with a flowing river of red.
She moaned with exticy and love was in the air.
The Ode to my sweet Spaniad, Mi Corazon!

We lay there in each others arms
Looking up at a clear night sky
The twilight glimmered ever so softly
And a shooting star blazed across the sky
I kissed her and she kissed me.
I whispered in her, "My love forever"
And she pushed me back upon the sheets
and we made sweet and ever lasting love again.
As we looked in each other's almond colored eyes.
I said to her, in a soft voice, Mi Corazon.


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Torn

I can’t change/You can’t change/We are Two separate/ people with Two separate  hearts when did this road shred apart/ 

I can’t force this love anymore/ I am lost in deep thought / Emotional pain hurts/ but  when you Add mental games/ and a teaspoon of lies/ It’s just ugly as a newborn cries for help

 This broken heart lingers woman/ I am tired/ Trying to piece this love hate relationship  together/ it’s so torn in  pieces I can’t pinpoint the location/ we are too far apart / Now  longitude and latitude can’t place us together/broken hearts/ Frustrating tears/ 

Now it’s  two separate lines/ two different directions/ do you see my reflection/ reflect off this glass mirror/ Now look at my torn face as sweats falls off my face/ Tears in my eyes a whale can swim/ It’s frustrating to find a answer/ At first I couldn’t sleep/ lonely night  became very dark / but now start to feel like Morning’s  are my best sunshine


Details | Rhyme | |

A Strong Woman

A strong woman doesn’t have to have the body that only society wants.
A strong woman doesn’t have to run a marathon.
A strong woman doesn’t have to wear a size zero.
A strong woman doesn’t have to have marvelous muscular masculine legs.
A strong woman doesn’t have to bike up a mountain.
A strong woman doesn’t have to work out for hours to make her tough.

A strong woman has the look of confidence written across her face.
A strong woman still stands tall when she is full of sorrow.
A strong woman does everything at a steady pace.
A strong woman won’t be afraid.
A strong woman keeps her head held high.
A strong wouldn’t care about what she weighed.
A strong woman never gives up.
A strong woman through hard times.
A strong woman is always tough.

Working long hours to make money,
She still makes time to ask,
“How was your day, honey?”
Instead of having a tall, strong stance,
She goes crazy
And she does the Carlton Dance.

She will turn your frown
Upside down.
She will always be there to help you-
For everything you go through.
She will have that shoulder to cry on.
Always- dusk until dawn.

She gives you the clothes on your back.
She gives you the food in your stomach.
She gives you the shelter above your head.
Even when she’s hanging by a thread.

You may say your super-hero is Spiderman…
Batman…
Or Superman…
But my hero is my mom…
Because my mom is a strong woman.


Details | List | |

Qualities of Health Engendering Women

They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you 
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself


Details | Narrative | |

True Valentine

True Valentine
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears

A lost woman the mirror reflects
Young; and it’s apparent
I can see it in her eyes
No focus and childbearing
Just ass, legs, and thighs in mind
No marriage

If she knew better
Learned better; and
Wanted better,
He would show her a better way of living
Instead of dealing with cowards
Seek a man with moral and merit
He’s stealing your joy
He’s bringing you pain
Removing your youth
He’s playing games

The truth at heart is
Reality should be your first thought
Loneliness is not your fault
It’s a part of life for most
Don’t let it destroy your values 
Just wait,
You’ll find a true love to treasure you.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

When a man loves a woman

When a man loves a woman..

He listens to how she’s feeling more than what she’s saying,
He will put her needs and desires before his own,
He will let her into his heart, and work to get into hers,
He will reinforce her as a woman, build her up, and encourage her to take risks, 
She will know he always has her best interests in mind,
She will be confident in her endeavors knowing she’s supported and loved,
Her beauty and desire will never be a question, in her own mind,
Because her beauty and desire will always be mentioned and nurtured,
She will know the relationship is worth more that the conflict,
She will know she’s cherished, because she feels cherished in the comfort of his arms,
He will make her a priority in life,
He will be inclusive and inviting
She will be able to trust him with her most intimate thoughts,
And know it will never be used against her,
She will feel free to express herself and be vulnerable with him
He will kiss her with all the passion of the first time,
He will do all this and more, 
Even when the color has faded from their very first photograph,
He will do this and more because he loves his woman.


Details | Ode | |

An Ode To My Beloved

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Goodbye My Love...


Details | Light Poetry | |

Soul Sisters

Such an Amazing girl god put into my life.

He knew i needed you at that exact time

Funny when we met I thought you were to good for me

But when you approached me the sweetest girl I did meet.

From that day on we have never truly been apart cause I

carry you around everywhere in my heart. You have been the

rock when I needed a friend around, you have been the light

when the darkness consumed me and took away my sunshine

Even when were miles apart the phone connects us and keeps

our strongest bond. 17 years feels like such a short time but

I feel I have always had you in my life. Soul Sisters we were

meant to be.. You my beloved friend are such a fresh breeze

Even after a year apart it was like yesterday that we did part

so through the many miles and through the long hard road

I know this friendship will always survive. Your a burst of joy

to me each day I thank the Lord for the sweet blessing he gave!

BY:Christina McCullouch

7/28/2012


Details | Rhyme | |

For Always

Every moment I can't see your face;
These are the days and nights when I miss you.
I ask that you stay for always,
On sunny days and when it rains too.

If I speak to another pretty dame,
She's not the flame inside that grows.
In my heart you will remain;
This one thing I'd like you to know.



©2013 Honestly JT
For Skat -Love's "Under 10" Poetry Contest


Details | Pastoral | |

A Heartless Math...No A Woman Of God

Walking down that cold dark path
Adding my footsteps
Dividing the dirt path into two
Multiplying the times I been screwed over
And subtracting the love
Which is a very heartless math
Yet time and time again I am left with this equation
In the beginning our hearts are tender
Our hearts are week and fragile
We are like a broken white dove
That’s why we call it tender love
We call the present a smoothly wrapped gift
Because all the past is a cold heartless math
Me and you
You and I 
Will make the world jealous
But who shall I be addressing 
Do I address the cheaters and liars
Because that’s all I know
Do I address the betrayers and users
Because that’s all I see
Maybe its time to address a woman of god
No no no not a woman of god
I mean a woman of GOD
With her a heartless math can’t exist
My equation will look like this:
Adding the times I look into her eyes and say I love you
Multiplying the thoughts that race across my mind
Dividing the love we share for each other and become one
And subtracting the negativity 
A girls heart is fragile something I know
But I am willing to go the distance to make a relationship flow
I want us to be one heart with the same beat
No matter if we are scared, happy, excited, or nervous
It will be hard to come across this certain mate 
But one thing is I can relate
To is this so called thing we call a perfect date
Having a picnic while the sun sets and lying under the stars
Just going to a simple park and having the time of your life
Watching a movie together with her in my arms with a silent I love you
Going over to ones house and playing board games and laughing and smiling
Walking along the beach and looking back and seeing two sets of footsteps
Now one is gone
I am walking on the beach and looking back and seeing one
Looking up to the heavens I ask
God says to me I must be blind and told me to take off my mask
I feel lighter as if I am floating amongst the clouds
God said to me when you saw two sets of footsteps 
You and her was one set and I was the other
Now when you only saw one it was then I carried you 
Next thing I did was took a big breath and blew
Blew all the liars and cheaters away
Blew all the betrayers and users
Blew out the old candle that was still somehow burning 
And the next thing I knew GOD lit a new one
And put his hand on my chest
And whispering in my ear he said,
“Son sit back and let me do the rest”

© Jeremy Fennell


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The Perfect Woman

 Since I was a boy I have known of her . I've dreamed of her in my fantasies , I have visioned you in my thoughts.Never knowing why or how or 

where she came from, Just she was there .Not ever did I see her face ,but I've known all the while of her beautiful smile. Eyes of an Angel , I can  

see all the way to her soul. Hair that flows over her shoulders like a waterfall.  . Just a dream in my head , my imagination gone wild , but I have 

always known she would be mine one day , A goddess  I will cherrish as my Queen and love her with all my heart. Spoil her with gifts and 

treasures, what ever she likes .The girl of my dreams I have honestly seen .I have spoken to her  and it is exactly as it was suppose to be . She's in 

love with me. Oh and she is the prettiest thing, this woman thats always been in my dreams .I was put here to meet her and she to meet me . I have 

always been in her dreams ,that's what she's been telling me . A match made in Heaven is what she claims, a love forever , a happiness for life , a 

Joy in our hearts that makes our lives worth living. Every since I was a boy I have known her. This woman of my dreams.
TAC


Details | List | |

Have you ever

Have you ever tried staying awake in your sleep?
Or fly when walking?
Maybe screamed loud in your silence?
Well that’s the way you make me feel

When you make meaning out of a simple breath
Read in between my rhymes 
And leave my mind to play like a 6 CD changer

Fine lines, silk hair, mere curves, defined eyes, lighted skin, pink lips
You are my poison, my glaceed cape gooseberries 
You made me fall for music like Jamaica fell for weed
Steady minded, smart, easy, simple
You are the epiphany of my life

You are the only thing between me and sex
The reason you are made love for infinity 
Yes I know sometimes you hate me as much as I hate your mistakes
But that is why I love you

So every time I l close my eyes, I say my prayers to you
Just you
That you will follow my flow

I want you raw with the bore 
And the thorns that come with it
I want clueless of where clouds come from 
And where the sun sets
I want you bad, real bad(and you know what I mean)

Cos the reality is, you just a pigment of my imagination and yet to exist 
I know you are somewhere out there.
Maybe right here
Someday I will find my pretty wings


                     -Kent Mckenzie - Skues


Details | Romanticism | |

A Flower's Funeral

A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.

Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.

Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.

Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.

What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.

My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.

Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
Long walks,
cosy talks,
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.

-10/6/2013-


Details | Romanticism | |

My Persian Queen

From the Gardens of Babylon,
to the walkways of Palestina,
to the grand temples of Jerusalism,
to the sandy beaches of Syria and Cyprus.
Went my Persian Queen riding,
upon her golden, firery chariot.

Her black hair, like silk long and flowing.
Her royal robes white and purple, bare and pure.
Her sword by her side, ready to strike.
Her spear fastened, ready to stab the dreeded heart
of the Fire Dragon.
On the firery chariot, riding with her armies,
Went my Perisan Queen.

O, how my arimes fight your armies,
in the midst of night fall, under a full moon.
Let us stop this foolish fighting.
And have fellow brother, love fellow brother.
And so we can fall in love forever.

And don't act like you don't show love for me.
I see you in the dawns, standing upon the sand covered battlefields.
Standing proud behind your armies.
With your black hair flowing.
You almost making me want not to fight the battle of the Day,
for if you were killed, what victory would that be then?

You pull your armies back at the last minute, before I am slayed
by your fellow brother in arms.
You retreat your arimes back over the hills, not in fear of losing the day,
but in fear of losing me.
You and your armies had plenty of chances to kill me, yet you do not.

My Persian Queen, O come now.
Come down from your firery chariot
and into my restless arms.
I know you are tired
and wanting to sleep.

Listen to the nightingale
sing her love song.
Drinking the sweet necture,
from the gardens, in your vase Persian Empire.

Come now, and kiss me,
Hold me, let us ride,
far from the simple minds of the Old World
and fall in love in a New.

My Persian Queen
O how I love you so much.
I cannot bare to see you in a life you don't want to live.
Come let I, your Knight in shinning armour liberate you.
Take you by the hand, run through the great bazzare in Old Istanbul
running away from the Janissaries of your father's Imperial armies.

Let us leave this place of hate and sorrow.
To start our lives a new.
My Persian Queen,
Now dressed in silk lace,
with golden jewlery hanging
from your beautiful and tender neck.
Along with the silver pattened belt around your harmonial waist.

It is time for you, to come with me.
No more shall we act like we dispise one another.
As Romeo and Juliet's love failed,
shall our love take course, and we shall love
till the oceans swallow the earth, the mountains crumble,
and the Sun engulf the sweet Earth.
And on and on shall our love go on,
My adorable and lovely Persian Queen.


Details | Ballade | |

Johnny Depp Wrapped in Chocolate Would Be Heaven Sent

~~Johnny Depp Wrapped in ChocolateThat Would Be Heaven Sent~~ Bonjour môn amies a ballade to write, will be my fait accompli The trials of a woman to bring love - in a village that did not play. An alluring female chocolatier opens a choclaterie-e Hated by the Mayor she wished her plans she never did lay Ooh la la !! Her dress was racy - but still they began to pay Johnny Depp was her gypsy lover when on the river they went But she had to win the love of others to fulfil plans, come what may Johnny Depp wrapped in chocolate - that would be heaven sent. A village so French - a so called femme fatal-e She determined to change there outlook and stay Viva la difference, but one by one she turned them to see Her chocolate treats did melt in mouth - in secret they did say C’est manifique - they whispered with authority Her sweets bites bought together those she thought were meant Even though some tried to block her treats others made a silent plea Johnny Depp wrapped in chocolate – that would be heaven sent. To church the lady never went an illegitimate child the Mayor did see But slowly the French ladies turned to love this alluring woman and say Her chocolate they thought magical- her raison d’etre it must be Her tête-à-têtes were to open hearts, and bring peace and love to stay Reconciliations made in her chocolate shop - their thoughts began to sway But no chocolates were they to eat, and the reason - it was lent… But those that did dare to try - found on their tongues it did dance and play But Johnny Depp wrapped in chocolate - that would be heaven sent. Prince Depp my piece-de-resistance, is there for all to see My joie de vivre if I had been there, even though it may be lent I would have paid money just to see… Johnny Depp wrapped in chocolate - that would be heaven sent. ©
For the Un Deux Trois contest....well at least I tried ha ha


Details | Cinquain | |

BROTHERLY LOVE part 2 to Cuchalainn's Crossing

                                      BROTHERLY LOVE


                                     Brother--
                                     Blooded by my
                                     Jealous rage --gone dead wrong
                                     Betrayal won—Killed my mind and
                                     Brother....


This is PART TWO
PART ONE:  Cuchalainn's Crossing


Victoria Anderson-Throop

Based on the unbearably sad Celtic story of Cuchaliann and his foster brother and best friend Ferdiad. Tricked by a woman, to fight each other to the death, Cuchalainn killed his brother--then carried him--cradled in his arms-- miles home. (see photo in Wiki)


Details | Narrative | |

The Woman In White

It was a cold and rainy night.
The stars were shining bright.
It seemed as if the world was at a pause and not a person was in sight.
I sat quietly in my car, 
the sound of music I heard blasting from a far.
I opened my door,
stepped out slowly and looked around.
Now suddenly the music stopped,
not a word is heard, not even a sound.
I turned my head, looked over my shoulder,
I saw a woman running.
She was wearing a white gown.
I couldn't help but wonder why this woman running
flaunted such a frown.
I followed her footsteps,
I listened for the sound.
Running through the darkness,
one question came to mind,
Who would leave this woman?
Who would be so heartless?
How can someone leave her when she is so obviously distraught?
Abruptly a sound was heard.
I came to a stop.
I listened closely.
It was a gunshot.
Now fearful I stood.
I began to run as fast as I could.
I ran so fast, I could hear my heart beating.
I came upon my car and noticed a woman bleeding.
She was gasping for air.
Someone had shot her and left her to die there.
It was as if they didn't even care.
She reached for my hand,
whispered softly to me
"never trust a man"
At that moment her hand dropped.
I knew her heart had stopped.
I looked at her white gown now dripping red.
I I cried to myself and pondered what she had said.
This could be me.
I could be lying here dead.
I will remember her words always.
They will haunt me for the rest of my days.
This moment I will never forget.
No man should ever be such a threat.

This was the day my life would change.
From this day on I would never be the same.
The lesson I learned here,
never have such fear.
Fear that will keep me from being free.
I learned that I can be happy just being me.


Details | Lyric | |

He Likes Ugly Girls

Baby, I see you starin' at him,
But you ought to give me whirl;
'Cause he's a handsome hunk,
But when he gets drunk...
Baby, he likes ugly girls.

Yeah, he still lives with his Momma
Even tho' he's 33.
She starches and irons his jeans and shirts,
And he brings home new recipes.

She's told him he's good lookin',
And there's no doubt it's true;
But when he takes home a pretty woman,
Momma says, "Son, she won't be true."

She says, "Son, if you want good lovin',
A plain and homely gal will provide.
She'll treat you right, mornin' and night;
And keep you satisfied."

So baby, you can stare at him, 
But you ought to give me a whirl;
'Cause he's a handsome hunk, 
But when he gets drunk....
Baby, he likes ugly girls.

You don't stand a chance.
That boy loves his Momma.

Yeah, he goes for ugly girls.


Details | Rhyme | |

Pearl in sand of marbles by Weston Gregory

Pearl in sand of marble 
           by
   Weston Gregory

Its her eyes, its her smile,
she's a wonderful girl all
the while.
There's no doubt where ever 
she goes every man wants a bly;

One set waits on the corner and 
whistle when she's passing by
one's bold and step up to her 
to tell her hi.

She smiles, glints her eyes 
and tell them bye bye,
good nature'ly telling them 
please don't try.

Where ever she goes she 
stands out,
 walking,
 talking,
standing, she's a classy lady 
that's why

She's a pearl in sand of marbles 
she's the season, modestly showing
she's stable'
An essence of fragrant petal, 
her charm is no fable.


Details | Free verse | |

Two Hearts full of Love

I am a heart full of love
that shook the pilars that held her colussium up
her heart filled with sorrow,
I swing such fury toward her heart and soul
she cowards away from me,
in fear of falling in love and not knowing what is in black
and not searching what is in the light of pure white.

I am a heart full of love,
she runs and takes the long dirt road,
through the raging mountains of the quiet countryside,
as the meadows of lilacs slowly die when Spring comes,
the blooming of the rose,
like the blooming of my heart,
a blossom on a cherry tree fall and harbour in the wintertime.
I swing toward her, she falls in fear of wanting attention and love.
Lost in the midnight twilight,
the flaming torch guides her through the dark holes of meaningless souls.
and like a frightened hummingbird,
she flees away from the secrets of falling in love.

A heart full of love ready to love,
it is diffcult to feel and to show,
but as if a rose that blooms in Springtime
my love is ready to bloom.

Pettles lay along a darkened atmosphere
lit up only with four wax candles
a portrait of a woman hung over a mantel piece
in honour of my one true love.

As the twilight shine though my bedroom window,
I show a heart full of love,
to take and to hold for eternity.

And as she slowly moves forward,
she takes me home with her,
and opens her chest and shows me her heart
with a glass of red wine and charming cigarette.
She sheads tears of pain and sorrow on my broud shoulder,
I curise her hair, silk laced hair,
shining against the twilight and the moonlit sky.

My heart full of love,
so divine, so original
a one of a kind.

We make love in the midst of the twilight,
as my dream girl is now reality and my pain is no more,
her pain is no more.
Too show such love makes a man feel free
and his soul lighter.
She holds him there,
as the sun rises over the mountains.
The birds sing a tune of cheerfulness,
and they talk about everything beautiful and kind,
that is still left in this cruel and empty hearted world.

Romance and love shared
with a heart full of love,
smile and kiss upon smooth lips,
feel me against your tight body,
and love me till the morning
when Blue eyed Death is staring us in the face.
and we go with him,
and play a game of risk,
and together forever,
onto a diffrent world
we shall love each other forever,
for you and I both have a heart full of love.


Details | Romanticism | |

Can you feel me

Feel me standing there
on the draw bridge
that stands stubburn and erect
over the rushing waters blown by the wind
back and forth.
I listened to the crows
posted on gargoils designed
of eightenth century Gothic architecture
singing their death songs,
when the sun is setting in the far.

The voices of women passing
startle me with a feeling of sorrow
I can't breathe, I am dying.
Feel me, can you feel me rot away?
Slowly but surely rot away
as time passes with ease,
and taxi cabs take smiling, intoxicated faces
to wayward cafes, oh how they screech to a halting stop
and wave to me to get in.

"No thank you, I'd rather walk." I say to the smiling faces
highly intoxicated with the thought of the birds and the bees
rattling around in their empty minds.
Then they drive off, into the city lights and turn a darkened corner.
I look at the rushing water
and feel myself rot away
slowly but surely rot away.

Can you feel me?
Can you hear me?
Can you see me?
Feel my heart thump with slow paces
that manage to keep up with fast melodies.
Of songs that play in your mind
only the ones that make you sigh
and think those one days in Spring time
as you walked over the draw bridge
and paid no mind to the water underneth.
I hear no more talk of you and me, I hear no more talk
of the good old times we all shared.
Time has passed, as I take my last breathe
and hold my chest and shead a tear.
Feel me, can you?
If you can, put your hand to my weak heart 
and feel it thump away with every second wasted
on useless items.
Now, see me a man of one time greatness
reflect his life with a reflection in the water below.
How I sigh and cry and breath heavely,
as I feel myself rot away.

The voices of woman pass me by.
Tomorrow is a new day,
for the smiling faces in taxi cabs will go home
and soak their raging hangovers with cool, wet rags.
As I still stand on the draw bridge singing with the crows,
feeling myself rot away.

Can you feel me without you, rotting away?
I surely can feel myself rot.
Such a heavy word, "rot"
So vulgare, yet a great description of me,
without you.

I pull out a shawl you once wore and I kiss it.
As the wind gusts and the sun rises and my shadow
comes to meet me, the wind shall take my last memory
of you away.
And I shall weep no more.
Then what will I do? Shall I walk the streets
and think of you.
Yes you, still rambling all throughout my head
like a lose screw.
Can you feel me? Feel me rot away
feel me think about you, and all your works.
Can you feel me?


Details | Romanticism | |

Behind Loving Eye's.

We dance as I sing my song, your head resting on my chest,
I look into your eyes as they fill with tears, tears of joy? Tears of pain? 
Are you happy or sad? Tears with meanings I’ll never know,
As each strand of salted water stream down your face,
You smile and for this, I love you.

We shout with hate and angered voices, our faces red with frustration,
Words of spite spat out with no hesitation, our fists clenched, and our eyes locked,
I see the fear in you face like a thump to the pit of my stomach,
I slump to my knees as my anger disappears like the mists of a fine rain,
You take my hand, as I stare you take me in your arms,
And for this, I love you. 

I touch your lips and feel your breath on my neck, 
I feel each and every curve with tender hands, 
Your soft skin against mine, I hold you tight and kiss you tenderly,
 As the moon shines through I see the reflection in your eyes,
 A glint of the woman you used to be and the woman you are,
We look at each other for eternity,
 And for this, I love you.

Your eyes are closed now, as we sit together hand in hand,
Our feelings tucked away inside our souls, our mouths shut, and we say no words,
We make no attempt to express the thoughts inside our minds,
The TV flickers against a backdrop of darkness in a silent room,
The rain thumps against the window in the cold hollow night,
I hear your lips open as you breathe, I feel your heart pound,
You tilt your head towards mine and whisper you love me
Like a voice shattering a thousand silences,
And for this, I love you to.


Details | Prose | |

She

She's the flour in the middle of a fertile desert soil
She dreams of my dreams when i dream she dreams dreams that we dream
She's a speechless pole
She's a footstep away from my soul
She dreams of my goal
She's my African queen
Her womb carriers the nation's poetry
She takes me back to my dreams in chains
I make my own God she believes
She's one minute past jealousy
She's the speed of an angry poem in the dark
The black paint building an arch
The spirit of a mic resurrected by a dead poem
Speechless pole stronger than cone
She's my poem
She's my poetic lyrical port
I can see by the blushes right under my rhymes
She's so beautiful she makes you read her repetedly
She's my poem


Details | Romanticism | |

These Words To You

A warm tear in my eye
As I just wonder why
Why you had to leave me, fly away far
Now for you, alone, I wish to our star

There's so many love songs
I'll play them all, and think of you
I loved everything you were
Loved everything you do

Rise and shine on another day, with you away
All alone I am now, with nothing much to say
Your face is always in my mind
As I dream of the best I'll ever find

These Words To You, my love
I'll write them in a letter
And seal it with a kiss
In hopes that I'll feel better
To the one I miss

Girls that don't ask for much
Oh how they deserve it all
And as this love was such
She's leading to my fall

Her big beautiful eyes
A bold and loving brown
Still makes my heart fly
But still makes my lips frown

And that dirty golden hair
Always tied neatly back
So smooth and curly and long
Got my heart out of whack

These Words To You, my love
I'll write them in a letter
And seal it with a kiss
In hopes that I'll feel better
To the one I miss


Details | Verse | |

A Perfect Woman

A perfect Woman, nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of angelic light.

From obscure origin appears,
a tranquillity not surpassed,
with only virtue in arrears.
Instructed and morals to last – 
admiration is thus fanned.
A perfect Woman, nobly planned.

Her arms are strong and she is fit,
her stamina unlimited,
not only work, but hearts to lift.
At her hearth you will be admitted,
a welcome fit for man of any brand – 
To warn, to comfort, and command.

Her tears she may hide from the world,
cruel in its assessment of her,
leaving her golden heart in the cold.
Her true value measured in myrrh.
Her ready smile to set things right
and yet a Spirit still, and bright.


Love, only arrow in her bow
to teach us the lessons of life
and that we shall reap what we sow.
Testimony to the perfect wife.
She inspires all to a new height
with something of angelic light.

Poetry form: GLOSA 
Based on: 
PERFECT WOMAN
by: William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

The original poem by Wordsworth: http://www.englishverse.com/poems/perfect_woman


Details | Rhyme | |

the love we had seemed so far away

i look to stars and wishes flew through space never to be heard again
fun to friends hearts do meld and break facing until time ends
this loop that plays and beats that syncopate become but a gem
pleasure a chest opened in surprise feeling no need to defend
galaxies away lonely planets  please keep me in mind
 distance could grow something fond or lost between the lines
gps my love you can see  its still where I  left it behind
thoughts fade away with life love lives forever in my rhyme

Im sorry, I wanted more,with  all this space between
disconnected and I still look to that day
we talked on the phone, our separate homes
the love we had seemed so far away

without air i couldnt breathe squeezed until I'm passing by
no water flow my skin would dry and I return to the sky
sunny days would blacken out, attracting need for desperate lies
to make up for the beauty lost from death slowly closing my eyes
that fire once sparking motion snuffed in huffs slipping away
dwifting I sway shaky grounds where once I sat easily and stay
upon my feet I still float drowning out all thoughts that stray
Tho these ends can come swift its worse to miss and hear you say

Im sorry, I wanted more,with  all this space between
disconnected and I still look to that day
we talked on the phone, our separate homes
the love we had seemed so far away

down the road,flying free, I ride the wave and hope for your return
through several seas and cloudy peaks, storms of sand, I will not turn
helpless to fate and future events, nothing prevents something to learn
  sights may not sore, nothing much looking more, isn't my concern
I hope the best and happyness is true to bless you, not just in dreams
we can meet when we sleep discussing life while sleeping seems
thanks for trying Im not exactly dying, banes of  sentient beings
real enough moving on is rough, i'll love you forever, writting my means


Details | Rhyme | |

My Facebook Obsession

I accepted you on my facebook, hoping for love and friendship.
Your erotic look has me craving to lick and nibble on your bottom lip!
Damn woman you look incredible, how am I suppose to resist?
Every single inch so edible, and I'm possessed like the exorcist!

I feel I'm gonna bust being filled with all this lust I have for you.
All this desire fuels my burning fire, and I wanna taste your sweet taboo.
I wanna free fall in a state of bliss, and swim in the nectar of your ocean.
I wanna feed your arousal with a passionate kiss, sprinkled with a yearning emotion!

I blow up your picture on my computer screen, and trace your pretty face with my finger tips.
Bonita I don't mean to sound crude or obscene, but imagine my hands on your hips while I 
suck your lips!
I usually don't kiss-n-tell, but I think of your smell when I'm lying in bed.
I bet you're sweeter than caramel, and I'm casting a spell of love inside your head!

You're the woman I crave, so make me your slave for just one night.
Allow this papi to misbehave as I feed you all my sexual appetite!
Come out of my computer screen, and whip me for my transgression.
I need a shot of love morphine to make us reality and overcome My Facebook Obsession!!


Details | Free verse | |

Only in You

Through the lonely woods, I may head,

Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,

At the secluded horizon, I may stare,

And only you, I may see,

In those symphonies of silence,

In those melodies of calmness,

In those euphonies of quietness.

 

By the silent lake, I may lay,

Till the twilight fades, I may stay,

Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,

And only to you, I may talk,

Through those toungueless emotions,

Through those wordless attachments,

Through those voiceless sentiments.

 

In the lone meadow, I may wander,

Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,

In companionless seclusion, I may hide,

And only in you, I may find,

The depths of oneness,

The bonds of togetherness,

The cozy feel of coalescence.

 

In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,

At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,

Through a million wounds, I may bleed,

And only in you, I may seek,

The balm of love,

The warmth of affection,

The heal of inseparability.


Details | Free verse | |

Tell Me Why

Why?
Why?
Why?

Tell me why?
Tell me why?
Tell me why?

Was it, because I was too nice,
I was too much of a gentleman,
or was just too much to handle?

Was it, because you were young?
Was it, because you couldn't find your heart,
in all that darkness?
Was it, because you just didn't feel the love?

Why?
Why me?
A man like me, deserves no pain,
no heartbreak.
So, why me?

I pray and ask the Gods,
why!
But an unresponsive god never speaks to me.
He sits there and watches... watching what?
Nothing, but a heart being torn to shreds.

Was it, because I was too careful?
Was it, because I loved too much?
Was it, because one half of the heart couldn't fit the whole?

I ask you, because I still love you.
Come to me, my beautiful,
stop this nonsense,
I cannot make you love me,
but I sure can try to show you love.

Do not blink,
do not take a gift sent down from the Gods
for granted.
Appriciate what you have,
appriciate me, because one day,
when you need a shoulder to cry one,
you will not be able to find me, anywhere.
I will be lost,
in a fool's dream of romance and love,
that will never come on my front doorstep.
Still dreaming of the possibilities of you and I.
My heart is with you always,
but I will soon expire,
so do not wait too long.

-10/5/2013


Details | Free verse | |

Love Poem Number 2

The first time I glimpsed your beautiful smile,
I couldn’t believe you were real, my ideal!
Your beauty captured my attention and soul ,
I could sense it immediately, you make me whole.
Now the distance between us and every moment apart,
is so painful and sad, it blackens my heart.
For you, my heart longs, your gentle, kind touch,
Your smiles, your pure love, its all just too much,
For my lonely sad soul to be far apart,
I crave you, I need you, you are my sweetheart!
Now that you have come into my black and white world,
Color abounds, and rainbows unfurled.
A new joy in my heart, for love once again I am filled,
A new hope, a new faith, happiness re-instilled.
You are my true joy, and hope for forever,
Im thankful for you and Im glad were together.


Details | Free verse | |

Daybreak

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

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

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


Details | Romanticism | |

My Dear Friend

I called you over today my friend,
For I have a secret to tell you.
For no Man nor Woman knows,
Only you and I my dear friend.

From the times of childhood to adulthood,
You have been there,
and you have never left,
and you never feared,
The outcome of our friendship.

Let us go my dear friend,
For a long and nice walk.
And keep quiet and lay under,
lay under the somber tree,
with all the soul leaves hanging over us.

Oh, look how these leaves cover us,
with their shadows that cast over us and cool us.
Cool us from the heat,
The scorching heat,
The heat of the unbearable sun.
Oh look, look at the beauty,
The beauty of the butterfly.
Look at the bird and see how they fly,
Look how they fly together,
and forever.
Look at how life flies in beauty.

Oh the beauty of nature,
The beauty of nature,
Looks and blends in the beauty of your looks.
My heart beats,
Everytime my eyes look upon you!
Look at me, like the Lion in the Safari, prowing, looking for his pray,
The beauty of nature blends into the beauty of your heart and soul.

You are the Jaguar,
The black Puma,
The Tigress,
who roams the green and yellow jungles,
No!
I am the Lion in the Safari and you are the Lioness,
who roams the yellow Safari,
with her sweet, aborable cubs.

I called you here today my friend,
To tell you a secret,
A secret no Man nor Woman knows,
Only you and I my dear friend.

It is today that will live in infamy,
and your laugh will be pleasant to hear,
and your eyes, which glow in excitment,
Will show me the truth.

Oh come now, from this place of beauty and nature.
Come away from this place that brings the beauty out,
In your smile,
In your eyes,
and in your laugh.

Oh how your laugh it makes me smile,
and hold you closer and you don't resist.
Then I think to myself, while in the twilight,
"Oh look how she did not resist me!"

You, my great friend,
How we spent our days and nights together.
Now looked at through a time capsule of memories.
Oh, let us live once more in those memories.

Memories, oh sweet memories,
Now tired and wanting to go to bed.
Memories, tired of looking at sorrow souls,
Memories, my dear friend tired of us,
holding hands and laughing.
Oh let us revive those sweet memories,
and live forever, under the sheet of matrimony.
Live with me,
Love me forever,
Everyday let us love each other.

My dear friend,
We have been through thick and thin,
Through night and day,
Let us spend many more years together,
and love each other forever.
Will you marry me?


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm Not the Kind of Person God Wants Me to Be

I’m not the kind of person I need to be! There’s too many problems inside of me! I’m not the kind of person you’d want to know… I’ve too many worries and a troubled soul! I’m the kind of person who has a lot of stress! Lately, my life has been one big mess! I’m the kind of person who doesn’t have a friend. You listen to me now… But may never see me again! I’m the kind of person who’s gone through pain! I wake up some days, and don’t even know my name! I may not be the kind of person you’d want to be around. I may get discouraged, and “get you down.” I’m the kind of person who’s giving Jesus a chance… I know he loves me! Whatever the circumstance! I’m the kind of person who needs a lot of prayer! I know that God listens! And is always there! Please help me Jesus! That I may be set free! May it be your love that others will see! Thank you Jesus! For being my savior and friend! You’re someone that this person can always depend! I’m not the kind of person that Jesus wants me to be! That’s why I need more of HIM! And LESS of me! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Sonnet | |

Fairytale

There once was a man who lived in a castle,
Who longed for a girl so he could love her.
He searched far and wide, from Prague to Yorkshire,
But he found no such a dazzling damsel.
He dreamed of a woman of so special:
Kind and sweet and graceful and beautiful...
The type of woman not concerned with Wealth.

And he would rescue her from some reptile
Both great and horrid, a nightmare made real.
Like Tarzan saving Jane from a crocadile.
They'd kiss and their wedding would be ideal,
Full of flowers, jewels, and high style.
But it was just a dream, completely unreal.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Smile

Kill a smile with a kiss
The demise of it will visit you in your dreams
Never will I let you
Drown in a pool of angry thoughts
I will be your unexpected smile
Every time I bring u roses b4 valentine
A wet poem I would recite for you

I would make you my 1st rhyme
your heart-beat will rhyme
Twist my beat box
Into a love song
A cartoon I would paint in your heart to keep you smiling
Your twin smiles I would define in vernacular
Though I speak no language from Peninsula
My parents will define your beauty as African splendor
Black mother nation
Smile please smile


Details | Rhyme | |

More than words

You force me to expose my innermost feelings, 
Of a woman I have come to adore.
My marriage says I cannot have her,
And this makes me lover her even more.

Her poetic words become alive,
And are plucked from my very heart.
They make me feel she is next to me,
Yet we are oceans and cotenants apart.

Her expression of love that she coveys,
Are like little angels taking to flight.
My heart leaps in my chest,
In an uncontrollable desirous delight.

Can I impart a serious question
That I have dwelt hard and long upon
And I am somewhat shy to mention
As this affection is overwhelmingly strong

That is… have you ever fallen in love?
Seriously speaking now
With someone you have not met?
Nor seen, touched or heard
But you left longing in loves debt

I recently saw a picture 
Of a woman I have come to adore.
She has cause a rift in my marriage
Because I love her more and more

To a certain lady whom I cannot mention she is in poetry soup.


Details | Ballad | |

My addiction

I have an addiction...
It dont matter what time of day it is my addiction is there...
Not always in the literall since...
But it is always on my mind...
I lay my head down to sleep at night thinking about you...
I sleep dreaming about you...
I wake up thinking about you...
Your always on my mind...
No matter what I do my addiction is always on my mind...
Even if your not the last one I talk to before I lay my head down to sleep...
I still lay my head down thinking of you...
I just cant get enought of you...
No matter what my addiction is there...
My addiction has a name...
Her name is Shelby Nestle...
No matter how much we text or talk on the phone...
Its never enough...
I cant get enough of your beautiful eyes...
I cant get enough of that beautiful smile...
I cant get enough of kissing your soft lips...
That feeling I get inside when our lips touch...
Or holding you in my arms...
This is a new addiction to me...
Never have I been this addicted this quick...
It scares the shyt outta me...
But then I love it...
You are my new addiction baby... 
You are my...
My heroin...
My ecstacy... 
My cocaine...
You are my own personal drug...
I cant imagine and addiction stronger...
You are my addiction...
I wouldnt even think about trying to break this addiction...
I wouldnt go to rehab for this addiction...
I like it to much...
YOU ARE PERFECT JUST THE WAY YOU ARE


Details | Romanticism | |

Goodnight my Fair Maiden

Goodnight my Fair Maiden,
I shall see you once again.
In the year of our Lord,
At the gloomy dawn of Mankind.
As the Red Sun reaches over the treeline,
Far in the East.
I shall see you again.

Don't fear our love,
For my love for you is eternal.
Too see this eternal love
I have for you,
It is hard to feel and very diffcult to see.

When you wake the next morning
and escape your long night of slumber
and your surrealist life,
being played in a cloud of imagination.
You'll soon come to reality 
and find me there.
Knocking upon your chamber door.

Come now!
Get dressed in your evening, silk dress.
and let us go dance under the stars,
till the moon falls to the West and the Sun rises in the East.
Oh, how you are a lovely dancer and how the twilight shines bright
along you shinny and silk laced hair.

And your hair my sweet and fair maiden,
oh, how I love to see it bounce with life
when you twirl and dance into my arms.

You are beautiful and I wish I couldn't leave you,
but as the day turns to night, I have to leave.
I wish I could take you on a long walk through the parks
and courtyards, and walk along the sprinkled streets of the cities filled with life.
Pick you a beautiful bouquet of roses from the gardens of beauty and give them to you
with surprise.

I love you so much
My love for you is indeed hard to tell to you,
but I can show you.
Tomorrow though, for tonight I must say...
Goodnight my Fair Maiden.
For tomorrow you'll be in my arms once again.

Goodnight my Fair Maiden
I shall leave you with a kiss that shall last a lifetime.


Details | Rhyme | |

There's A Web of Temptation And Sin

There’s a Web of Temptation and Sin!

There’s a web of temptation and a lot of sin…
That brings slavery and a strong bondage within!

Throughout this land, there’s an evil surge!
While many lives, seem to be getting “submerged!”

Being submerged, into a life, that many believe in.
They become perverted, but want all to receive them!

The “love and acceptance,”
 that many desire.
Puts them on a tightrope!  A very thin wire!

As the web of temptation and sin begin to grow.
It brings a bondage that damages the soul!

They may want to have “love and acceptance.”
But in their hearts, needs to be a godly repentance!

May the holiness of a righteous God be stirred!
That all will come back, to the truth of his word!

His son Jesus, came to the cross! He bled and died!
That through him, our lives can be totally sanctified!

Only the power of God, can bring a needed restoration!
He gives to one and all… 
 A heavenly invitation!

Whosoever will… Come now!  And accept him!
Won’t you take the time, to really know him?

Don’t allow the web of life to destroy 
and overcome you!
Come to Jesus now!  He really does
 LOVE YOU!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

The Ghost I Knew

Can I catch you
Can you stay?
Forests at wood
There we play
A gentle hand 
That fixed the dress
Brushing tears back
Saving stress
I can not bare
The oaken wave
Only memories
Can I save
I miss your hair
And what it covered
More than a mind
God knows I loved her
The ghost I knew
She rests away
I can not catch you
You can not stay.


Details | Free verse | |

Whiskey Hymn - First Part

for The Beloved, a night at Nedjima Bar (Ankara, Turkey)

… hypnosis shattered by atomic jiggling, salivation of song on your brow,
channeled chaos of body, spastic sound, tantrum of dark delight, unbuttoned vibrations                                                                                                                                                                         and stuttering thunder of slap-happy bass thumping the roots of “sweet home chicago”,
you and I beard-to-beard, the pomegranate purple of your breath singeing my whiskers with
notes insanely bent in the blush of your voodoo blood
and throbbing with “go, johnny, go”,
johnny be bad in prickly heat needling a conflagration consuming my pores,
revival of beat-howling preacher on knees of confession in harmonica valley,
drumsticks masturbating the crazy, crazed hymen of rhythm ravishing
sin and redemption in our eyes testing the high-wire between us, fluttering,
fanning the flame, tongue-flailing the invocation:
“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, do you have your dancing shoes,
are you ready for some blues flames, some rock ‘n roll rantin’,
Do you like dogs?
You see, the boys in the band are going to let the dogs out,
all the dogs, all the way out and it’s going to get scorching hot in here because
hallelujah, amen and great balls of fire!”
here is your raving medicine-man
screaming joy through the microphone,
alley-catwallering yowl uprooting our chakras
along the silken storm of strings
strutting, spitting, rattling snake-eyes of resonance along “route sixty-six” curving
around our shoulders in the “t-bone shuffle” of your right shoe, my left one,
black, red, “blue suede shoes” and “well, it’s one for the money, two for the show”
neural earthquake, volcanic sermon shakin’, blessin’ and cursin’
down on “mustang sally”
“uh-huh, uh-huh
guess you better slow your Mustang down ’cause you been runnin’ all over town”
lawd, “guess I have to put your flat feet on the groun’,”
uh-huh, uh-huh
“mustang sally” docidoing with “caledonia” mocking yo’ momma, teasing yo’ daddy
and tell ‘em I’m comin’ ’cause your name’s caledonia dripping with “sweet alabama”,
sulphuric scripture, reprobate weeping sugar, third eye of beer and limbo games under my scarf
shouting, laughing, you at one end, me tracing the vale of “sad, so, sad”
’cause “I got a woman way over town”
got a, got a woman way over, way over town,

(continued in Part 2)


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Dreams - An iota of Hope

A poem based on relationship…”A girl in her own dreams” 
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare :)


DREAMS - An Iota of HOPE 

“Waked up 7 :00 am in the morning..
saw my beauteous dreams transforming..
ohh yeah..with a drowsiness yawning..
Suddenly I found myself refreshing.
Excitedly Gone near by emblazoned window..
Fearfully Viewed a gloomy shadow..
Suddenly he smiled at me through haze of smoke..
Like a fantastic sizzling coke..
Soothing music on its full swing ..
Like a glittering diamond in the ring..
He ought to give me red rose..
On his bended knees he bows..
He tickled on my pierced nose..
With which I got glaciatedly froze..
Like a tempting dark fantasy chocolate melting in the mouth..
We strongly decided and took a royalistic oath..
He Embraced his hand on my shoulders..
Which Got intact like file and folders…
Like the moon  shines in the sparkling night..
Enduringly felt to hug him so tight..
Dazzling  Eyes immersed  in each other..
Tuned together like a romantic lover..
Every nerve of  us conjoined together..
Because the love lasted forever..forever…

Suddenly a glimpse of sun came and shattered all my zestful dreams..
“”Ohhhh.. ohhhh No..Not again. Not again. No more illustrations. No one can dwell my heart like you. Please come back. No more dreams please..””

.
 Yep this feeling arised at once and will be still till our last breathe. Lasting forever. Just forever..
 We trapped in each other’s heart and now no one dare to break our love-life’s part.. Apart..

Love is the essence of life and it is measured not by the count of breathe we take..but by the moments we share together till our last breathe..



Wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog. Pagare


Details | Romanticism | |

She is like a Rose

She is like a sweet, smelling rose
blooming in the month of May.
Blooming with large, red peddles
sprawling and conquoring with beauty.
She is like a Spring Rose.

Her heart, like the rose is beautiful.
She stands there, blooming mad.
Her hair flowing, like the rose's peddles growing.
Standing tall and posterious, like the green, stern stem of the rose.
She is glorious and beautiful, just like the rose,
the sweet smiling rose, in the month of May.

Glorious and brave.
as the rain washes her peddles away,
and the gardener coming with his rusty clippers
to cut her away. I hold back and slowly burst to tears.
For I do not want to see my love go away.
But, like the rose she will grow and bloom once again.
And she will come back bigger, brighter and taller.

She is like the rose.
She is beautiful, like the May weather roses.
She is the red, ruby hearted rose,
that sparkles with the afternoon raindrops,
slowly dripping of the peddles.
She is like the rose, for every time I touch the rose,
I get stabbed by her pointy torns.

She is just like the May Rose.
Perfect for admiring, but not for touching.
She is like a rose.


Details | I do not know? | |

If you can see the best be into me

if you put my smile on for size
then you can see a woman wise
not with lies who vows to realize

if you can see the should in the dance
then you can see a woman with a rockin
chance, better than at a glance without
us to enhance

if you hear the music of my hips that sway
then you can see it our own way
day by day, without tremendous pay

if you can voice my self-defense
then you can see I was not all
that dense, just intense, for recompense

if you can see I'm the forest through your trees
then you can see I was a certain kind of breeze that
does not freeze when she ask please

if you can see my problems were just a mystery
then you can see the solutions of our history, a
family's history, a nations history

if you can love me all the more on my way in instead
of out your door
then you can see our love was never for keepin score
but at our core for our love that way means so much more

and if you can see my pane of house on your window pane
then you can see beyond your pain that's our insane to let
a marriage truly plan a gain


Details | Verse | |

You Love Me For Me

You really would not thought it that way.
If there is any you would have behests to play.
some said such is life.
and is of course worth its while.
Here you found joy and bored. while love go the jove. However  nothing indifferently swayed.
Your trust 'll I stowaway.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Glance of my age

When colors flow
From your shining face
I draw your imagination
Every morning
I invent words
To write about you
The prettiest poems
I create lies
To make you living in dreams
Your name
The most beautiful name
Your soul
The most wonderful soul
Your heart
The purest heart
Your voice
The sweetest voice
Everything is gone
Except your magic eyes
And I and the rest of your memories
A minute or flower
A second or smile
You are between the minute and flower
You are between the second and smile
You are a glance of my age..

Naji Almurisi


Details | Rhyme | |

Redhead

I saw a woman with red hair,
who left me caught in quite the stare.
While she ran her fingers through that red hair,
while she was just standing there.

That red haired woman standing there,
who ran her fingers through that red hair.
That red haired woman she drove me wild,
when she flashed that devilish smile.

That woman with red hair,
her gaze stripped me, left me bare.
That woman with red hair I made her mine.
And so together, we spent our time.

That red haired woman, how she made me feel inside.
Everytime I saw her, I felt I had just died.
That red haired woman, she was a heaven to me.
She could fill any that was empty. 

That woman with red hair, she could not be tamed.
Her flowing essence, would never drain.
That woman with red hair, a free spirit of her own.
The greatest thing, I have ever known.

That red haired woman, who always got her way.
So to her, belonged each day.
That red haired woman, who had me trained.
and so soon, I was the one who was chained. 

That woman with red hair, who was head to toe insane.
And had to cause so, way to much pain.
That woman with red hair, with whom I came to a bad end.
In a heartbeat, I'd do it all again. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Supernova

Last night I did pray,
Hoping to see your face again.
This prayer was answered, I'd say,
When through the door you walked in.

Earth seemingly starts to vanish,
When I look upon your face.
As if I stand on some other planet,
And you are my world in outer space.



©2013 Honestly JT


Details | Free verse | |

Don't Try It

A single kiss from thy lovely lips,
so sweet and so divine,
yet I taste posion upon your tongue.

Your beauty so glorious,
like a blooming rose so beautiful,
yet, why do mine eyes go blind
in the sight that you walk along with another?

Yes you, walk with another,
arm under arm,
lips touching lips in romantic kisses,
it makes my blood boil,
for mine lips are dry.

For mine eyes have seen your glory,
yet no one here listens to my story.
You are evil, yes you are,
don't try to deny,
Listen to a man of experience,
you might as well save some expense.

I write of our long romantic walks
we took together, under the shade of olive trees,
how we went apple picking in autumn time,
and made love in the foyer.

Nomore of that sweet and passionate love,
nomore silent kisses in the night,
when the wind blows hard against the branches,
that tape violently on my windowpane. 
Nomore somber tears shed, when you got sick,
and nomore warm embraces when you shed tears of betrayal.

Betrayal now is a game played by a fool,
such as I,
to think I'd have a happy life with you?
Huh, only a fool would think such a thing,
but now I sit, looking at the foyer,
where we once made sweet, passionate love,
nomore will that foyer be filled with exotic pleasure.
Nomore will you be filled with smiles and exotic pleasure.
I've done my job, as a good man shall do,
now pack your things and get of my stage,
the spotlight yawns for anew,
and the audience grows tired and restless of you.

Now I live life anew,
you too shall see life in new eyes,
walking hand and hand with the blond, blue eyed devil
you call your own.
Shall he take one kiss from your lips,
and die of the posion he tastes on your tongue,
shall he go blind, when he sees your true, black beauty?
He will see the ugly soul, covered up by white rags,
and cheap makeup,
and then he will come to me,
and shake my hand in condolence
and say, "You were right!"

Now you are all alone,
looking for another, as you did many times before,
Now you are alone, walking an open road,
spying on another,
fear of being alone.
Now, you see when you play games with a good man's emotions,
don't try it,
because a good man is not meant to be toyed with.


Details | Romanticism | |

Am I Crazy, to Love You

Am I crazy, or am I just talking to myself?
Look at yourself,
Crazy maniac
dacing through twilight suns
in sunshine colored dresses.
And you say I'm the crazy one.
Please, don't make me laugh,
I am too much annyoid with taught lessons,
of life and death and love is a magical thing
but I am not impressed till my Gypsy Queen
comes up from the shoreline of the Middle East
and comes and lays next to me, as we watch the ships sail
through the Golden horn of Old Istanbul
into the bay of Asia Minor.
You say I am crazy, Am I or am I just talking to myself.
I believe I am having a conversation that has no end about your beauty,
I talk to whomever has an open ear, and even if people listened,
Who would care about what I have to say?

Since I first laid eyes upon your beauty,
I melted and you took my sanity away from me,
you took my innocence away and turned me into a worried monster.
I love you, and you take me home with you
to meet your father and mother,
both poets who made love and created a beautiful poem called you.
I am in love with you, your songs you sing,
sounding better than a nightingale in the midst of the twilight.
Walking the seashores with your mother as I talk to your father.
He isn't listening, all though he is a good actor,
for he acts if he knows what I say to him.
I talk of you and marriage,
throwing of the rice, exchanging of the golden crowns,
the tolling of church bells, and a happy reception afterwards.
The honeymoon, meant for the first born to carry on the family crest.

As we grow old, I want to grow old with you
Nothing now, a few thousand miles of ocean and sea
seperates us from each other.
Do not worry, for I shall come one day
in the month of May, your mother's favorite month
and I shall bring along a golden ring, a pearl necklace and two roses.
We shall walk the streets together hand and hand,
and wait for the wedding guests to arrive and see us on our way
to new beginnings in holy mantrimony.
Care for me,
I ask you one question, Am I crazy, or am I just talking to myself?
Talking to white walls that don't responed with life.
I need you, too give me a straight answer, to love me
embrace me with your beauty and let me drink from your knowledge.
For my sweet Persian Bride, I shall love you for eternity.
Now, come off the beach and cross the crossing paths
of mortality and morality and join hands with me,
as we sing the nights away, along with the sweet nightingales.
As we look into each other's eyes
I ask you, am I crazy to love you?


Details | Rhyme | |

Indian Doll

This Indian doll is a lot like their cuisine. Hot and spicy in the mouth, she surely is mean! That’s the sensation I get whenever we kiss. No western women I know can measure up to this! This sweetheart is full of sugar and spice. She is both sweet and hot, and everything nice. To find her, I didn’t have to go to Mumbai or Calcutta. She makes her present home right here in America. I consider this Indian doll a wonderful dish. Getting her attention was my number one wish.


Details | Acrostic | |

Beautiful Lady

You may find in this life if you’re not too shady
Someone who is precious, like my beautiful lady
The person whose name at the end will be written
The one who will know by this verse that I’m smitten

The words that I write come straight from my heart
About a beautiful lady whom I hope won’t depart
A verse of what each individual letter means to me
A verse that will show just how wonderful is she

B  is for beguiling, that look of love in her eyes
E is for emotion, for her love that gives me the highs
A  is for adorable, her captivating charm
U  is for unabashed, the love which cannot harm
T  is for tenderness, witnessed in her every touch
I  is for intensity, in our love making theres is so much
F  is for faithful, of which I have never a doubt
U  is for unembellished, without make up, her beauty still shines out
L  is  for loving, and treating me like gold
Please read on for there is more I must unfold

L  is for lingering, her kisses long and full of passion
A is for absolutely, given love with no short ration
D  is for dress, she wears her clothes with such great style
Y  is for yearning, for me just to see her smile

At last you say you’ve reached the end now please shout
Whose this beautiful lady  that you are writing about
I would tell you her name but she is so shy
Yet still the most beautiful lady underneath the sky


Details | Rhyme | |

Passion Fruit

Your body is like succulent fruit
Vine ripe, plump and tasty
I must quell my desire to gobble you up
I mustn’t be so hasty

Your skin so smooth and supple, 
Tender to the touch
Wanting so to taste your flesh
My yearning is just too much

Your sweet aroma fills the air
And I absorb your pleasing essence 
Entering my nose then body 
Where it reacts like effervescence

My mouth is now watering
And I’m unable to fight
This thirst and anticipation
For the first delicious bite

I finally give in and peel away your clothes
Like the skin of some exotic fruit  
The goodness I find hidden within
Is exquisite without refute

I savor every morsel
The taste of you is divine
I’ll never share you with another
The pleasure of you is all mine

You satisfy my every desire
My hunger and thirst you sate
No other can compare to your passion fruit
It’s the best I ever ate.
 


Details | Romanticism | |

Evening walk on the beach

I walked alone
along a sandy and lonely beach.
The raging waves from the sea
crashed onto the slimy sea shore.
The riding waves were white and bare,
but when they violently crashed, turned white and black.

I walked along the lonely beach.
Listening to the seagulls chatting
on silver rocks and boulders.

I sat near the shore.
The waves coing in and out
crashing violently on the silver rocks and boulders.
I sat there, lonely skipping pebbles into the vase and endless sea.
The waves came in and swallowed the pebbles, I threw its way.

The sea crabs wabbling from side to side, came up from the shore.
They kept me company on a lone and quiet evening.
A lone dog walking without an owner
came and curled up next to me,
and barked at the chattering seagulls.
They flew in panic toward the setting of the Red Sun,
and disappeared into the evening paradise.

The lone dog gazed upon the red sheld sea crabs,
and chased their wabbling bodies away
back down to the slimy sea shore.
And at the setting of the evening, I was alone.

Soon I had seen something
that had shocked me,
A young and beautiful gypsy woman.
She crossed my path along the lonesome beach.
All of a sudden the beach became full with love and life of all kind.

The lilacs, and roses, and violets and daisies
grew tall and bloomed, like madmen.
The waves pulled in by the full moon,
that shinned upon me and the Gypsy Woman.
She was decorated with ragged skirts and blouses,
with shinny, white pearls around her neck,
and golden bracelets around her wrists.

She smiled at me.
I smiled back at her.
Her hair black, with a vail of flowers around her head.
She stopped me and held my hand.
I was astonished and afraid.

What was this stunning and beautiful woman doing to me?
A victim of lost love and heartbrake.
I had no money, no jewlery.
I asked her what she wanted.
She replied with loneliness in her voice;
"To be loved."

I pulled her in, and kissed her,
and whispered softly in her ear,
decorated with silver earrings;
"Me too."

We joined hands and walked the lonesome sandy beach.
Listening to the waves, now softly coming in and pulling out.
The shore, now not so slimy, 
and the silver rocks and boulders sleeping so peacefully.
I turned to her and she smiled at me.
I held her in my arms and kissed her upon her sweet brow.


Details | Romanticism | |

This One Girl

This One Girl,
Every night she greets me
In my arms she rests
No one else's around, we're free
Time's standing still, a sweet caress

This One Girl,
I've always loved the most
We've gone our separate ways
To two distant, far away coasts
To spend the rest of our days

This One Girl,
I'm not knowing if her face
I'll ever see again
Or if of her, I'll ever find another trace
But still all my love, her way, I'll send

This One Girl,
There's just something about her
A magic to her ways
Making my heart stir
She's got me in a daze


Details | Couplet | |

Hugs That We Once Shared

Hugs that we once shared, lasted just a glimpse in time
If only I could read her mind, and imagine what I'd find

Would I find a woman of truth, or a woman of trust
Or a woman with a mind, whose mind has turned to rust

To drift into another's world, and promise them the earth
Hugs that we once shared, does it really make them worth

They only lasted a glimpse of time, happened they never should
If I could turn back time, your damn right I would


*~*





http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-16.php


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Thank You

 I am strong because of you,
vulnerable no more.
I had to grow a backbone
when you walked out the door.

I am no longer needy
like the woman you left behind.
I've learned to stand on my own two feet
and I now know my own mind.

Independant and self-aware
I am now, because of you.
So I thank you for all you did
when you told me we were through.

I wouldn't be that woman again
if you offered me a million bucks
and as for you and your life now,
well I really don't give two... figs.


Details | Rhyme | |

LENORE - Who

She was gone for the week-end, three days without Her
Thinking safety in numbers, I went out with the guys
The Brightness  of her Blue eyes, her Flowing blond hair
My LOVE was out of town, so I really Didn’t Care

Will She LOVE me For the Eons of FOREVER?
    Or will I lose my most PRECIOUS LOVE?

Her Smile enticing, “I’ll Pay you if you buy me a Drink”
My mind was foggy, what could I do, I couldn’t even think
Do I have a Woman that I LOVE Forever? I can’t remember Her name
Lela, Lola, Lois, Lorraine, one more drink I might remember her name

Will She LOVE me For the Eons of FOREVER?
     Or will I lose My Most PRECIOUS LOVE?

Did I ever really LOVE Her?  A name : Lenore, would anyone ever Know?
That I would be Cheating on a Woman ,Where Forever LOVE would Grow
In the Eons of Eternity; my Bride by my side, would my cheatin’ heart glow?
Would my FOREVER and ALWAYS tell me : it is time for YOU to go

Will She LOVE me For the Eons of FOREVER?
     Or will I lose My Most PRECIOUS LOVE?

            Inspired by Paula Swanson, for her Contest  “Cheatin”
Author’s Note : This is  Fiction so I don’t know if it follows her Rules
                       Honorable Mention


Details | Lyric | |

The woman that I need

I've seen that look in your eyes before.
You don't even say nothing and you hit the door.
Just tell me, baby, as I look in your eyes.
Why do we have to go on living this lie?

We made our vows complete.
But one night of ecstasy. 
Has turned your heart away from me.
All that we shared was true.
But now when I look at you.
You aren’t the woman that I need.

So go on now, girl, and see him like you always do.
And come on back to me with that cheap perfume.
I guess it’s plain to me that you’ve picked your man.
But before you leave help me understand

Cause we made our vows complete.
But one night of ecstasy. 
Has turned your heart away from me.
All that we shared was true.
But now when I look at you.
You aren’t the woman that I need.

I guess all that’s left to do is pray.
For God to help take this sorrow away.
But as for the way I feel, I’ll tell you the truth.
Nobody can take my love for you.

We made our vows complete.
But one night of ecstasy. 
Has turned your heart away from me.
All that we shared was true.
But now when I look at you.
You aren’t the woman that I need.


For Paula Swanson's "Play me a cheatin' song" contest
9th place


Details | Rhyme | |

Athena

You sleep ashore with longing eyes wide,
Consciously still to swell with the tide.
Late night before the endless, black sea,
I found you wavering there for me.

But lost you against the sky above,
And woke up mournfully in love.

Sunrise I found you in the garden, streaming,
With flowers in your hair, sprawled out and beaming.
You were warm like skin in summer rain;
We kicked across the fields you reign.

You seized my hand; my head still spins,
My love, you teem to merely exist,
And conquer means to infinite ends.

I take you in like roots take up rain,
Like a needle pricks an untapped vein,
Like a candle strips a savage flame. 

You are the absolute ecstasy for which I distend,
The sun to which I tirelessly bend.

And I lust so much it burns me up;   
When you see that dreams are not enough,
In a garden alluring, obscure, and lush—

The forbidden will awaken upon our touch.


Details | Limerick | |

hey cutie

Your sheer arrogance makes me giggle
Your butt does the cutest wiggle
I really hope you like me
I want to call you baby
Or maybe my little piggle.

:)


Details | Romanticism | |

Remember me, Don't Forget me

Can you hear the thumping, thump, thump of my heart beating away?
Can you hear my whispers of love in your ear,
as you sleep the night away in your bed, laying on the virgin white sheets,
tangled in blankets?
Can you hear me sing our favorite song, as you walk down the lonesome avenue?
Can you hear my soul, cry out for a warm embrace of your sweetest hugs?
Can you hear me cry out for a simple, loving kiss upon the lips?

I don't ask for much from you, my love.
All I ask you, is if you can hear me, and to see that you still believe in me,
and I haven't became a figment, a ghost in a scrapbook.
That I am still there with you, and not a picture of a memory collecting dust in a box.
I don't ask for much from you, my love.
I just want to know if you can still hear me, deep in your heart!

Don't forget about me.
Don't move to another, without first accepting that we had something beautiful.
Don't let me go off and vanish in vain.
Admit, you loved me, but you were afraid. Of What? I ask myself.
I don't know.

Can you feel me, touch you gently on the arm?
Can you feel my embrace, as you sit there crying on your bed,
crying to the pattern and rythmn of the rain tapping on the window pane?
Can you hear me, can you feel me? Do you even know that I'm here, with you?
Do you...?

Don't destroy something beautiful.
I love you.

I don't ask for much from you, My Love.
all I ask is that you remember.
You remember the laughs, the fun we had,
the long walks, and the long talks.
Remember the Ferris Wheel at the amusement park,
where we first kissed.
And shared our first corndog together,
and I won you that purple stuffed teddybear.
On cold nights, we'd cuddle together.
I'd write you love poems and we talk for hours about nonsense.
Remember, how you'd cry and I'd hold you, and kiss you upon your sweet head.
Remember, the nights we'd sleep together,
and the mornings we'd wake up together
with a smile and a morning kiss.
Do you remember, My Love, Do you?
Remember the good times, and don't get up and leave so quick.
To jump right into someone else's arms and forget all about me.

Can you feel the pain I have for you?
Can you feel the love I give to you?
Can you hear me sigh and cry, for one more night of love with you?
Can you...?

I don't ask for much from you, My Love.
All I ask is that you remember me,
For I still and will always remember you.


Details | Free verse | |

Secrets Men Share About Women

I will tell you deep dark secrets
That only men share
In private conversations
Where no flower is allowed
To bloom

A woman can be like a video game
Rejuvenating
Makes us feel like boys again
Yet we sweat and toil 
Huff and puff
A man’s work 
Dedicated to scoring points
Until we hear her 
Piercing 
Wailing
Bell

A woman can be like a  lawnmower
Fill her up 
With the sweetest oil
Grasp that fragrant hair
Tightly in hand
Pull her forward
In a rough yet tender way
Until a lingering kiss 
Ignites her motor
Rewards us with
Those powerful 
Tremors
And
Vibrations
Lets us know
“Job well done.”

A woman can be like a roller coaster
Ride her up
Then 
Ride her down
Wild excitement 
And
Abject fear
The perverse delight in
Wondering if we will 
Survive
The  perilous journey 
Or be
Thrown 
From the track
Destroyed

And my woman
My love 
Who 
Washes me  in her
Most private
Perfume sins
Who
Whispers obscene 
Confessions
In harsh gasps
Hot breath bullets 
That shatter my brain
Who 
Is a living contradiction
Both
Tyrant 
and
Socialist 
Bringing obedient 
Albeit
Willing
Slaves
To share our love
Primal desires unleashed
In communal ways
That would  have made 
Karl Marx 
Renounce his creed

My woman can be like a fountain
A watery refuge from 
The steamy oppressive night
Hit the right switch
And she’s a squirting delight
Close your eyes
Listen
And you can almost hear
Dancing music 
Synchronized to 
The contractions and expansions 
Of her gushing love
Resuscitates your 
Weary body
Heals your tormented soul
Bathes you in the 
Spring 
Of 
All that is good
All that has any meaning 
In this
Life

 


Details | Romanticism | |

My Beautiful Penelope

Oh my sweet and beautiful Penelope
Oh how beautiful you are, and when I see you come down
to the pearl gates of immortality and come down to see me,
as we join hands and walk the shorelines
I see you my beautiful Penelope, she you who walks through beauty,
We shall join in immortality.
Your heart built of stone and paved in golden
you born out of the beauty of a rose and maturity of a lady
you are the one who never sings a depressing and low melody.

My Beautiful Penelope,
The one beautiful lady form Napoli
Oh, how you walk in such glory.
See me look over you and hear my heart beat
for you, I love you, see me for I care about you.
Take it from me, for I shall take you by the hand
and as our shadows rise to meet us in the morning
I can make love to you, then we shall love the night away.
My beautiful Penelope, as I take you through the twilight
we dream of shooting stars falling from the evening skies,
as we hold each other close,
take me and I shall take you and bring each other together,
and fuse us together with a sweet and loving kiss.

She is my beauty and I love her
she takes me by the hand and curels me to her warm chest.
Cares for me,
Makes me laugh,
Makes me feel good and uplifts my soul
everytime I lay my almond eyes upon her beauteous body.
My beautiful Penelope, oh how I see the glory in your blue eyes,
your luxurious, long flowing hair colored golden
like the rays of the morning sun.

Dare to care
about such beauty in her eyes?
Dare to care
about such beauty in her cries,
as she tells me of her suicide struggles?
I hold you close to me
and I hope you to be
my love for all eternity.
See me and I see you to tell me about you and your day,
as you come home and say,
That you love me.
And I shall say I love you too,
with a zealous attitude in my voice
I shall take you into our room and you shall tell me about your day.
You shall tell me, under the shadows of the trees, the houses, the red rocks.
I shall show you love in a handful of roses,
deliver you a bouquet of roses and violets,
as we see the breeding lilacs grow tall,
we shall lay in the grasslands and look up at the clouds,
that shape themselves into beautiful paintings in the glorious blue sea
we call the sky.

Oh My beautiful Penelope
my glorious maiden lady,
who sings such beauty in her melody
that it brings tears to nightingales' eyes.
My beautiful Penelope, you are my love
here are a dozen roses for you to express and show my love for you,
my beautiful Penelope.
Love is eternal with you.


Details | Romanticism | |

Shattered Love

~SHATTERED LOVE~
 
Tell me not who you are
Shall I be bound knowing you from afar
 
As lightning and thunder striking through
Snippets of love fantasy shatter without clues
 
Ask me not why I cry
When tears of woe would not dry
Ask me not what I would do
The answers are none than a mist of hazy fumes
 
Deep down in the beating heart
Agonizing pain drives me nuts
 
Try not tainting me with your voice of saints
Long gone are the comforts, only my hatred remains
 
Will you just go away
My pathetic scream starts to sway
You'll leave without trace anyway
Just to pounce on another prey
 
As web of lies untangle or so let it be
Curiosity burning beyond boundaries
Are you a cunning spider you better not be
For my only love shatters with infinite queries
 
If loving you is an endless fray
It is time for me to live my way
If you plead a chance but when silence stays
You could only hope it does not turn out this way.


Details | Pantoum | |

DREAM ON A GATE

Opening the gate onto my future 
My heart pounds in anticipation
Leaving behind my haunting past
A full moon promises new horizons 

My heart pounds in anticipation
Your face came to me in dreams
A full moon promises new horizons 
Our passions know no limit

Your face came to me in dreams
My suitcase stands at the door
Our passions know no limit
A whiskey bottle lies empty on the floor

My suitcase stands at the door
The clothes I brought, too drab
A whiskey bottle lies empty on the floor
Everything too loud and cloy

The clothes I brought, too drab
The new negligée in red and black 
Everything too loud and cloy
Lying crumbled on the floor

The new negligée in red and black 
As if torn from my very soul
Lying crumbled on the floor
My spirit never broken

As if torn from my very soul
Leaving behind my haunting past
My spirit never broken
Opening the gate onto my future




Sponsor	Debbie Guzzi
Contest Name	Dream On  [Inspired by the 3rd picture in contest rules]


Details | Haiku | |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


Details | Lyric | |

Summertime Re-Lyric

Summertime…and the livin’ is easy,                                                
Flowers growin’ and the sun’s sittin’ high.                                    
Your Daddy’s rich and your Momma’s so good lookin’;               
So hush, pretty baby…you got no reason to cry. 

One of these days, you’re gonna rise up smilin’.
Take a look around and think you’ve got it all.
You’ve got your Momma’s looks, all your Daddy’s money,
And all the boys in town are at your beck and call.

Summertime…and the livin’ is so easy,
Laughin’, singin’, havin’ so much fun.
No time to stop and think about your future
And what life will bring when your Summer’s  done.

‘Cause Summertime, it don’t last forever.
Breezes cool and the leaves begin to fall;
And in your quiet moments, you sit and wonder
How you've come so far, but have no love at all.

Yes, Summertime…and the livin’ was so easy; 
Ain’t it sad how fast the good times fly; 
And now your Momma’s looks and all your Daddy’s money
Another sweet, warm Summer’s day they cannot buy. 


Details | Romanticism | |

I'm dead without my Love

I am dead without my love.
It is simple as that.
I cannot breath without her,
I cannot eat without her,
I cannot write without her.
I cannot live without my love,
I am dead without my love.

I cannot prosper without her warm embrace,
I cannot think without her by my side.
always thinking of her, sharing her love I once had,
with another.
My heart breaks,
and my mind is gone.
I weap... I weap...
I cannot handle the betrayal of my once love.
I am stuck, sitting in dark corners of dark rooms,
staring at blank walls, thinking of what once was.

Her beauty,
her smile,
the laughs shared, and the tears we weaped together.
Holding hands, you and I, walking down sandy beaches,
and beautiful highways, full of love.
How we sat on park benches and kissed the night away.
I cannot believe you are gone, with another.

I did what I could,
I loved you endless time on my hand.
Our time spent together was special and near to the heart.
Do not expect for that happiness to come again.
For that has sailed, to far East, to the rising of the new day.

But, I cannot live one more day without my love.
For what I had with her is unexplainable and beautiful beyond definition.
I have seen the wayward signs point me to the direction of you.
But when we see each other, you don't spare a passing glance,
as if I was a ghost, an invisible man, like air.
That is when my heart breaks, torn in two, I cannot see me without you.
Walk with another, shall I go, now this without you.

For she is my everything, beauty and nature.
She is my rose, my violet, my nightingale singing her songs, in the twilight.
She is the sky, the sun, the moon, the trees, the grass.
She is everything to me.
She is even the summer storms and Winter blizzards that roll in and destroy,
beauty and harmony.

I cannot live without my love, for she is my one and only.
I do not like to beg, but love me once again and live with me forever.
For you know and I know, and the world knows,
That I cannot live without you,
I cannot live without my love,
For I am dead without my love.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Want

I want to sing you
I want to write you
I want to watch you
And describe you

I would like to compose you
You, my ninth symphony
To put you on a stave
To play your melody

I want to sculpt you
Without engraving too much
Hardly anything to change
Some details to fix

I want to photograph you
Under different lights
To whip with the flash
All those artifices that are hiding you

I want to break your records
Go through your body's limits
Jump higher, run further
When man an athlete is one

I could go on with other arts
But none of them seem good enough to define you
So I'll go on in which my words are the finest
For you, I'll never stop writing


Details | Ballad | |

The Perfect Woman

An honest smile and truthful eyes
A road slinger who loves a surprise
A worker who dreams of the world
Needs the road and loves a whirl

Understands my past and hers
Comfortable with herself in showers
Loves good vibes and the bad
Appreciates the love and even the sad

Wants more to life than bottom line
Takes a random hint as a sign
Embraces silence for it is rare
Take a chance, perfect woman, if you dare


Details | Free verse | |

A Departing Memory

I know you.
Candles lit, incense fuming,
You like it when I bite your neck, just hard enough.
Blankets thrown about the room
So recklessly, they refold themselves.

And we roll down a hill together,
Kissing the leaves, tickling with our eyes,
Laughing with our hearts.
"You'll just leave me for the next girl you find."
"Yes," I say. Because only
Nothing
Lasts forever.
And it spills through the cracks in your hands
The moment you grasp it.
Like water from a stone.
She bites my neck
Drawing lines of ecstasy down my back with her fingernails
Spilling into me, fighting my words.
"I leave when the sun sets."




Details | Pantoum | |

Into My Dream

I dreamt, I was a butterfly or was I, a butterfly dreaming . . .
     Peacefully detained by a delightful young gent,
Lying in green mead where buttercups were beaming;
     Releasing an enchanting aromatic scent.

Peacefully detained by a delightful young gent,
     His fascinating smile lured me in my slow stride,
Releasing an enchanting aromatic scent;
     Where enrapturing view overtook me inside.

His fascinating smile lured me in my slow stride,
     Entrancing flitter hypnotized to restful sleep, 
Where enrapturing view overtook me inside;
     When into my captivating dream he did seep.

Entrancing flitter hypnotized to restful sleep,
     There he envisioned I was his true love to be,
When into my captivating dream he did seep;
     Making a woman without wings to set me free.

There he envisioned I was his true love to be,
     Lying in green mead where buttercups were beaming,
Making a woman without wings to set me free;
     I dreamt, I was a butterfly or was I, a butterfly dreaming . . .

Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey

July 9, 2011

Third Place Winner ~ "Daydreams and dreams and dreams” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France~ A Rambling Poet
Aug. 5, 2011


Details | Verse | |

LADY

                  
                      LADY
                    timeless
               hourglass shape

          you move like silk sand
            sly in steady pursuit
       dancing down like falling rain
         
  "I breathe you in like cherished air"

          Contest: Nette's Pyramid
                 Date: 6-5-14




Details | Rhyme | |

I Live On Love

My pockets are empty    The cupboards are bare    No problem for me    Never give it a care    No need for food    No use for money    No dark clouds    For me always sunny    Our first moment    Was a sudden glance    From across the room    I asked you to dance    We danced on and on    All through the night    In my arms    Till the morning light    Been dreaming of you    All my life    MY destiny, My fate, My love    Will you be my wife    Sorry  I have a man    Waiting for me    You and I    Were not meant to be    For the last ten years Of my life    Can`t change the fact    I`m his wife    Her eyes said yes    A voice said no    It`s getting late    I have to go    Been waiting for her    A thousand years     Left my arms Covered with tears    Our night together     Changed my life    No other woman    Will ever be my wife    I look for you    Wherever I go    The woman I love    That told me no    I`m a fool in love    A victim of fate    Our dance together    Ten years too late    All the lonely hearts    Cry out to me    Never love a woman    That was not meant to be    Have not danced    Since that night    Only with you    Does everything feel right    I`ve prayed to God    A voice on deaf ears    No answer to my pleas    Been waiting for years    Alone for a lifetime    My choice to be    Hoping one day    It would be you with me    The world has passed me bye    I`m at the end of my life    Never will I be able to say    Thank you for being my wife     I`m a fool in love    A victim of fate    Our dance together     A lifetime too late


Details | I do not know? | |

The Traveller's Unclaimed Land

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


Details | Romanticism | |

To Be Apart

Her smile always greets me
As I close my eyes each night
The love in her voice is comforting
With passion, she's burning so bright

A sparkle in her eyes
And a fire in her heart
Let's spend together our lives
Couldn't stand To Be Apart

To Be Apart would destroy me 
Reduce me to the tears
Without her right beside me
All throughout the years

I don't know what I'd do
If I ever had to restart
And oh how much I'd lose
If we were To Be Apart

The most beautiful girl I'd ever seen
With every desirable too
She was everything to me
When we're apart, oh what will I do?


Details | Free verse | |

Unspoken Love

She saved herself from pick up lines though she looked vulnerable
She's sooo lovable her heart definition could ruin my poetic abilities 
You cannot put a price on her she's not billable
If only her lips where adjustable my soft poetry would define her inabilities and weaknesses for the mute to scream happily ever after  
She's untouchable i O you an explanation
Her tears tattoo broken spirits uploaded on instagram
She's no twitter baby though followers invite themselves its unbelievable
I could throw nice verses in our conversation but i'm afraid i'm love blind 

I'll tell you more about her if you ask me....ask me nice


Details | Prose Poetry | |

God And Woman

God And Woman

I did not want anything from The Almighty
Sacrificed untouchable realization
Which is symbol of myself
And dedicated emotions, silence.

I did not demand anything from the woman
Allowed her into the corner of my mind
Which is the center of bleeding
And presented my intuition.

The Almighty and the woman repeatedly call
Destruction in my lonely life
It's the ability to do more by them...


SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Elayne of the rocks


Elayne will reach the mountain spring
fresh water in the jug to pour,
the nightingales are there to sing,
untamed her feelings lonely soar.

She fills her heart with music notes,
her voice will cause the leaves to stir,
for lovers' pain sole antidotes
are songs of birds and nightly myrrh.

And as her lyrics rise to heav'n,
and render modes of the soft wind,
her palms caress his name engrav'n
on her betrothal golden ring.

He left her world and promised that
one Sunday they would meet in church;
a framed old shot of surface matte
and daily trails her glances search.

Elayne of springs, on rocks awaits,
and recreates her wedding feasts;
the wraiths around her dance with fates,
for eons play in cotton mists.

As one of them stares in her eyes,
she gropes her heart because she loves;
upon the rocks mentates she nice,
her golden ring and two white doves.

© Giorgio V., 07-22-2012
(Iambic tetrameter)


Details | Free verse | |

I lay sleeping

I lay sleeping with eyes wide open,
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning,
I lay sleeping with nothing to dream about.
I lay sleeping with no care and sleep with eyes blind,
I lay sleeping, there with my eyes wide open.

Seeing the dark change from dark to black.
There is no moon, there is no sky
just purple strokes of paint in the sky.
Take that morning dew smell and close your blind eyes.
Smell the morning, that smell that clicks in your mind.
The smell of childhood dreams,
that as an adult never came true.
Sleeping bare in the nude with your eyes wide open.
Thinking of her, as she is five thousand miles away from you.
Wanting to love and hold her, but no use in crying.
Sleeping their with blind eyes in the dark that dances in the light.

Your lamplight turned down low,
as life trickeles down in its nightgown and yawns for sweet slumber.
Tired from longs days, and sometimes long nights,
wanting to curel in bed and close its blind eyes.
Dusk will soon peek its head through the blinds
and awake life to a new dawn.
She sleeps in the morning, and walks at night.
When he sleeps at night, and walks with a bare nude heart in the morning.

Life climbs over yellow mountains,
and meets her fellow compainion
a handsome fellow with broud shoulders and blessed with an ego
as I sleep there with my eyes wide open.
As I sleep with my eyes blind to what life has intented for me,
and as I raise to walk the lone streets at the break of the dew covered lawn
at the first sweet smells of dawn,
I can see life go on with the handsome man
and I blind and wanting to go to bed.

I dream of dreams that have no meaning
Gardens of cluelessness and raging emotions
tare me down and I am confused on which way to go.
Do I stay here and dream away, blind and half awake
as life slaps me across my broad cheek?
Or shall I walk on with life hand and hand
and regain my vision of the world,
Start to sleep with dreams that make sense
and dreams that are made of gold and have no end?
Dream of fancy dreams that show love and happy endings
I would love that, and I would love to walk with life,
but she is out of my leauge.

And my bed is so cozy and I feel like sleeping.
So I shall sleep on more restless night chashing life down.
I lay sleeping with my eyes wide open.
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning.
I lay sleeping waiting for life to come back from the mountains
and lay beside me.
I lay sleeping with hope of regaining hope and salvage
what is left of my spirit at hand.


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I lay my tender heart

I lay my tender heart at your feet
and my soul and very being I surrender
My desire and quest
to fill your heart with joy
and summer
by the sweetest of emotion and affection.

To stand by you
to provide and protect you
a bond so strong nothing can tare it apart
until death do us part
and later
we meet once more
in a much better place
once again
reunited.

Peter Dome. copyright.2012.


Details | I do not know? | |

Superficial Love

My physical lusts each and every cut, rip, and peck on his body my intellectual craves his thoughts, opinions, and charisma, my emotional wants to laugh, cry, and embrace his deepest feelings. Yet my emotional abundance does not captivate him, my intellectual determination does not appeal to him it is my physique alone that attracts his mind, body, and soul. It is the complexion of my skin that caught his attention, it is the reflection of my smile that made him acknowledge my presence, it is the kink in my hair that preserved his interest, the seduction in my eyes that tempted his spirit, the curves on my body that infatuated his sexual desires, and my forbidden fruit that took his whole being into euphoria yet my mind and soul is yet to be explored! My physical body has been pleasured time and time again but my emotional and intellectual elements remain untouched like the footprints on the moon!


Details | Romanticism | |

The Beautiful Woman

Beautiful women stridding along
beach front properties
after the cruel april showers have rolled through
damaging and overflooding the hanging geraniums,
and the despise of jealous boys
rolling through hemlock, with trousers stained with sand,
they gaze like dogs looking at a juicy bone,
at the beautiful women, all of them walking hand and hand
singing songs of love, as hummingbirds and nightingales
soar high over their heads, keeping them all company,
all singing songs of love.

Go now, go now, into the gardens of beauty
there you'll find me hinding, waiting
for my beautiful women that spare no glance,
but a quick of a hand I am allowed.
Go now, go now, into the gardens of beauty
pick the red roses that bloom,
and leave the blue violets for the dead.

See the beautiful women, as the jealous boys huddle around me,
we gaze at their beauty and hold our breath,
till they start laughing.
They drink tea, read novels and talk about everything
that matters to naive girls' mind.
We listen and hear their secrets, some horrid
and some unbearable to listen too.

Go now, young boys and stride on
go to the beach front properties
in your straw hats and sandstained trousers
and call unto me, when the beautiful women
come once again striding along.

One beautiful woman I gaze upon
blonde hair, blue eyes
the sweetest of arian races
she wears her flannel, spring dress,
and cottonswab blouse,
she turns to me, hiding in the rose peaker bushes,
she looks at me and smiles.
I hide my emotion and I leave the garden of beauty,
to stride for another day.
To see the young, beautiful girls,
to see that one, that is not hard to spot
the one, like the first rose to bloom
she is not hard to spot.

One day, as I sit in the garden of beauty,
my courage will reign over me
and I shall present myself to her grace
and glorious beauty.
Go now my dear, go now, go to the garden of beauty,
and share your stories and drink your tea in peace;
Pick the ruby roses, but leave the blue violets for the dead,
for I am safe and I am just around the corner.


Details | Lyric | |

I've Been Waiting All Week For Saturday Night

       I’ve Been Waiting All Week For Saturday Night

          I’ve been waiting all week for Saturday night
          I’m searching for a loving woman to hold me tight 
          throughout the darkness of the night
          will that be with you, or you, or you

          I’m going to drink a drink or two
          perhaps a lot more before I’m through
          I’m searching for some bad company on Saturday night
          to hold me tight throughout the darkness of the night
          will that be with you, or you, or you 

          on Saturday night I’m going to get me some
          on Saturday night I’m going to kiss me one
          on Saturday night I’m going to love me some – one
          will that be with you, or you, or you
 
          I’ve been waiting all week for Saturday night
          I’ll be searching for a loving woman to hold me tight
          throughout the darkness of the night
          waking up together in the morning sun light
          will that be with you, or you, or you

          I love my life I’m not searching for a wife
          that’s what’s true I’m telling you
          I’m searching for a loving woman to hold me tight
          will that be with you, or you, or you
          
          I’ve been waiting all week for Saturday night
          I’m searching for a loving woman to hold me tight
          throughout the darkness of the night
          will that be with you, or you, or you
        

          I’ve been waiting all week for Saturday night
          I’m searching for a loving woman to hold me tight
          I love that loving feeling I promise you will to
          will that be with you, or you, or you 
         
 This song was written by Dennis Davis October 6, 2012 
 and finely edited March 28, 2013
           
          


Details | Terzanelle | |

The Pearl

I sold all I have to possess a Pearl
It's beauty beyond imagination
colorfully textured with a dark grey swirl

You may think it's an exaggeration
How could a Pearl cast a spell over me?
it's beauty beyond imagination

I have journeyed across the seven Seas
My great desire to hold in my hands
How could a Pearl cast a spell over me

With its beauty I can fullfill my plans
The woman of my dreams will be in reach
my great desire to hold in my hands

I find the right spot on a wind swept beach
All I possess placed in a Merchant's purse
The Woman of my dreams will be in reach

When it comes to beauty it has its curse
All I posses placed in a Merchant's purse
I sold all I have to possess a Pearl 
Colorfully textured with a dark grey swirl

The Pearl Contest
Written March 16, 2013


Details | Free verse | |

Wake Me, When the Morning Comes

A night full of nightmares
and suicidal tendencies,
feeling pain rush, like tidal waves
crushing me and blood boiling
anger wishes and takes the best of me;
but can I heal my own heartbreak?
Will I ever find love again?
See the angel of death come to me,
smiles and says come with me.
Oh, Wake me, when the morning comes,
so I can show evil the light.

Feelings eternal and fragile,
she walks some lonesome highway
travelled by the ones who fall in love.
She a grand fool, who takes life for 
granted,
wake her with the morning light
and shine down rays of goodness and 
pride
and show her the path that leads back to 
me.

Wake me when the morning comes,
place her upon my doorstep
and a smile upon her loving face,
I'm not ready to move on just yet.
I don't want anymore nightmares
and nightly visits from the black angels.
I don't want to see blue eyed Death,
with his grinning skull and black robe.
I want to see the sunshine break through 
my window
and I want to hear the birds sing love 
songs,
and the trees dancing to the wind's sweet 
melody.
I want to awake to her sweet and glorious 
beauty.
Wake me, when the morning comes,
when I can open my eyes to anew
and see life in a new day,
and live life in a new way.

-10/5/2013-


Details | Couplet | |

Hide and Seek

Cat and Mouse: hide and seek
This could take an hour or week

No one wants to seem too bold
So we put our love on hold

A peek here and a peek there
Wondering if we really dare

Wondering what the seconds bring
Wondering if the phone will ring

Wondering, wondering:  peek a boo
You’re hiding…. but I SEE you

I see past that great big wall
Your heart’s ready for the fall

I know that you caught the bait
But I sit and wait and wait

I’m patient, got time of day
But oh, what if you get away!

Cat and mouse: hide and seek
Oh, my knees are getting weak

Oh, this heart’s sure to explode
The waiting’s gone to overload

One more second's just too much
No time for cat games and such

Hide and seek…is getting old
Here I am! My love is bold!

Ready? You'll be caught real tight!
Cause boy, your just out of sight!

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Details | Acrostic | |

ANGELINA TRINIDAD

Angel of my life, only woman I adore
Never will there be anyone that I could ever love more
Goddess of the earth, your beauty is timeless
Eternal flame of my heart, true love for you I profess
Lady so magnificent, please spare me some time
I promise to love you with a love that's sublime
Nefertiti is nothing compared to thee
Aphrodite is what you really are to me

True love from my heart I offer to you
Radiant beauty that makes my heart feel brand new
Immaculate angel, woman that I desire
No one else can put my soul on fire
In love with you I will forever stay
Darling even if you are millions of miles away
Angel I know you already answered another man's call
Death would be sweeter now because I can't have you at all



Details | Lyric | |

Please Help Me, Re-lyric

Please help me, I've fallen
In Lust with You.
You're just so damn sexy,
That's why I'm hittin' on you.
You don't have to love me,
Some good sex will do.
Please help me, I've fallen
In Lust with You.

Yes, you turned me on
When I saw you walk in...
The face of an Angel,
A body just made for Sin.
Now, I may be real horny,
But one thing is true:
What would satisfy me, Girl
Would be to satisfy You.

So please help me, I've fallen
In Lust with You; 
And I hope that you're fallin'
In Lust with me too;
But if not, then please fake it,
Please don't leave me "blue"...
Please help me, I've fallen
In  Lust  with  You.


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 | Rhyme | |

Have a Cup of Tea With Me

For the longest time, I have wanted to see you. At last, my dearest dream has come true. You are an all-encompassing example of perfection. I seem to be in an inescapable attraction. From your magnetic force, I cannot break free. No woman has ever had this power over me. You possess poise, grace and elegance. Never have I witnessed such beauty and innocence. Here is a woman showing the colors of the rainbow. Like the full moon, you emit a fascinating glow. Your eyes look like spring flowers in May. I have never before looked at a woman this way. I have only one small favor to ask of thee. Will you have a small cup of tea with me? Robert Pettit The Secondhand Emotion Contest by Dana’lynn Smith.


Details | Lyric | |

In Bloom

Written July 29, 2013


The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around

The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June

The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me

See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars

Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
Like before


Details | Sonnet | |

'Which is better--To love or not to love--'

Which is better? To love or not to love
(a woman)? To love--and love well--is good
so long they who love love without falsehood
and count the other as their heart's pet dove.
To befriend (her) is better; never shove
a lady-friend into a lover, should 
her virtuous friendship and womanhood 
belie an injury that rob her love. 
However, to love God is best. Not I,
but the claims of this life--O Destiny!--
make it so that men like us must decry
love, and sin, for a life of poverty.
     Although, if God wills it, love will find me
     in heaven's field,--in heaven's golden lea!



Details | Lyric | |

A Shadow at the End of the Tunnel

I may not be able to explain it...
But its just the way I feel..
Feels so good yet scary....
Belly filled with butterflies and bees...

I saw the light at the end of the tunnel,
in it a silhouette of a Princess... 
The face is blurry, But the shape I do educe.
A temptress she may be...but in this light I shall ingress, 
She is the woman I am meant to choose.

I am in love, or is it lust?
Are my hormones and brain to blame?
I feel my heart bound to combust...
...in this liaison's flame.

For it is not good that the man should be alone;
That's why a best fitting helper was moulded.
Two are better than one, with her I'll build a home...
Where my love will be unfolded.

Therefore I tell you, 
I will walk towards this light,
Her face will be visible to me.
I shall bend a knee with every step...
For whatever I ask in prayer will be MINE.

-----------------------------------
Written 13/05/2013
S. Nuno Pereira
nun3ca©


Details | Rhyme | |

Relocation Blues

Moved everything here to be with you, What more did you want me to do, Let my job go so I could be in your world, Then my settled life became unfurled, These eyes watch you turn my world to an end, These arms long to hold you again, But hurtin’s on me yeah, so what can I say, You’re a rich girl and you’ve gone too far cuz you know it don’t matter anyway. Oh I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain, I’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never end, I’ve seen lonely times when I could not find a friend, But I always thought that i’d see you again. Should I stay or should I go... American woman get away from me, American woman mama let me be, Don’t come hanging around my door, Don’t want to see your face no more, Coloured lights can hypnotize Sparkle someone else’s eyes So country road take me home, to the place where I belong, Back to my homeland, all alone, singing my own song. Written September 28, 2011 Includes the following songs; These Eyes Rich Girl Fire and Rain Should I Stay or Should I Go American Woman Country road
Written for Contest"Sing a Song for Me" Won 2nd Place


Details | Rhyme | |

Parents Need To Be In Church With Their Children


Parents Need To Be In Church With Their Children… Many parents bring their kids to church… Hoping they’ll be a “better person.” They want them to hear about God. And listen to the “Sunday lesson.” They often tell the children to listen and obey God’s ways. But you’ll never see the parents at church on Sundays! They’re “too busy” to spend time with God... Even at home. Then tell their children they love them. And often leave them alone. They parents don’t want to take the time to give them their attention. They want the Sunday school teacher to give them a “moral direction.” Parents need to be the man and woman God wants them to be! They need to have Christian principles that their children can see! Won’t you be there for your children and help them to understand… What it means to be a Christian. And to be a Godly woman or man! It’s Christ’ desire that you as parents be a Godly example! There’s just too many temptations for your kids to handle! Living for God. As a family. Is the best thing you can do! Christ stands at your heart’s door… The rest is up to YOU! By Jim Pemberton 11/16/11


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 | Romanticism | |

Do not travel the lonesome road

Do not travel the lonesome road
alone with no one by your side,
sitting on park benches all alone
with no one to come to your need,
do not travel the open road alone.
That one dark road that kicks up dust
when you drag your feet across the ground,
that lonesome road that has no end,
that has no beginning, that has no life;
it just sits there alone and no one ever notices this road.
Do not travel the lonesome road of my heart.
Come with me, take my hand
I shall guide you with the beat of my heart,
with the light from mine eyes, I shall take you
and show you the world and all it's seven wonders.
You are beautiful and you do not need to walk
the lonesome road alone.

I see the pain in your heart,
I feel the tears that fall from your eyes
and drop into my hands,
come into my warm embrace
and I shall love you.
Cherish a moment so grand,
just come with me and we shall walk together
in united glory and sleep the night away,
but promise me one thing my love;
Do not walk the lonesome road of life.

-10/6/2013


Details | List | |

imissu

ImissWakingUpInsideYou 
IMissTheSoftnessOfYourScalp
 TheSlipperySilk,Pink-InkStainedLips 
IMissYourWonderingFingers 
IMissOurSlowMornings 
TheG-sharpLaughterAndC-minorSmilesLikeNewDawning 
IMissWords JustWordsThatDidn’tHaveToMakeSense 
IMissYourComma’sAndDotsInTongueDrops 
MereEyeBlinksThatPutHyphensBetweenThoughts 
IMissTheMoonStealingGlancesAtUs WhileWeMeltCandles 
IMissYouSoMuchAmAfraidToSpaceMyWords
 CosTonightI-DareReality’sGapOfSpaceBetweenUs 
IMissYouMore Than-a-Calibri.Font.MissesSpaceBetweenAphabets



                              - Kent Mckenzie Skues


Details | ABC | |

Women- The Road Familiar

Refreshing feel of identifying with music in my life,

The mother’s voice still echoes sweet in all life’s strife’s.

She taught me to walk, run, dance and sing,

My mother still stands strong in love and vigor in my life.

 

Kindergarten, the start of knowledge in life,

Where Mini, Lakshmy, Susan, Shoba and Meera,

Still shines as star's in my day- to-day life,

Keeping those  memories and blooming together.

 

School days, are times that stays vivid in mind,

Friends that evoked passions  of love still impress,

Susan Bindu, Jaya, Brinda, and Manju remained firm,

Even when life made new meanings,connections endured.

 

College saw, mixed platter, though women who stayed in unit

More in day- to-day life in Bindu, Geeta, Asha, Raji and Vinith,

Patterns of Lost love, admiration's, hero worship,list stands long,

However, for me it was a distressing lullaby of hearts .

 

Life showed me, women stand strong above all

As I carry endless power of strength, mind and heart,

when I  finds myself and knows where I remain in life!

So I  stand tall and represent myself as women.

 

Love never lost its footprints along the line,

I am a woman in Love,being loved  and cherished

I knows deep in my heart  that i  am contend,

Hearts grew deep in love, known love  and in Love.

 

I knew it right from the start, a moms heart

Holding my finger tight, I cradle you in my arms

Your smile and showed all your charms.

Heavens showered me the "Mom', role in prologue.


Details | ABC | |

Lady Una and the Lion

Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day


Where she always loved to be at Una  walked along the steady stream 
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)

And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy

With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream 
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una 
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words 
 I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-

She became very happy and intrigued 
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words 
  -I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith 

There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion 
So small and graceful like a gift from god above 
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith 

www.illusionsgallery.com/Una-Lion.html


Details | Rhyme | |

Daughter

The instant our eyes met Changed me forever Fresh tears shed The moment we gazed At each other Your tiny hand gripped My pinkie with strength A life new for which I prayed for Great length The first year was fun Passing you far and wide Between family and friends As we shared you With pride You spoke as you crawled Lullabies we did sing Rocking daddy’s deep voice On my shoulder You’d cling The excitement of knowing Many years lay ahead Reassured us this small voice In our home would Be heard But alas in a matter Of seemingly weeks A grown woman appeared Tall, poised, with curves And high cheeks No more Barbie or Ken Or hairdressing pretend No playing school teacher Or slumber parties Jumping on beds Educated and beautiful Articulate with grace Wonderful Daughter This proud loving Dad Will always embrace.


Details | Haiku | |

MUSIC - HAIKU

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


Details | Free verse | |

A woman's love

A bullet to the chest/ ain't nearly as hard
As a woman who deals with a broken heart
You see they both leave scars/ but only one can be seen
The other stays hidden behind lost hope and dreams

So before you go hurting a woman/ remember the golden rule
Never go treating her like she's some kind of fool
Show her love and respect/ throw your pride out the door
She'll always be the one that you're yearning for

But if you ever have to hurt a woman/ You'll most likely leave a scar
And one would think that they wouldn't get very far
But while a womans heart may hurt/ enough to make a man give up
That woman will be the strongest around, all thanks to her love.

Dedicated to all the women that put up with us bone-headed men:)


Details | Free verse | |

What did I do to deserve this

What I do to deserve this heartbreak,
this horrid and unnatural pain,
this cleche of events that strike me simultaneously
as the time ticks away,
and as the grinning faces pierce a whole through my soul
and my heart turns pale and slowly beats.
My heart is torn in two,
and I cannot find the doctors to stich me up.
I ask an old man,
how does love go about,
he smaked me in the face and went on.
The pain and the sorrow,
it is too much to feel,
too much to gain in one serving,
When I eat, I taste posion, not passion,
familiar faces turn grey, with ruby eyes and sharp fangs
they hiss at me, like a cat to a mouse.
I don't understand why I deserve this.
I am a good man,
who loves with open arms and a big heart.
With every hug I give,
I recieve a knife of betrayal in my back,
I feel the blood ooze from my open wounds,
suicidal tendencies roll through my mine,
but I quickly throw them out,
because Mama didn't raise no coward.
I see the blow, I clench my fists
and swing away,
God cries wanting to stop this madness,
Death laughs and soon joins in,
people join in and punch away.
I lay there on the concret blood everywhere,
my heart torn out of my chest,
each with a thousand knives stabbed in it,
as it slowly beats,
I lay their on the pavement,
looking up to the heavenly skies,
and as it starts to rain droplets of hope
I ask myself,
What did I do to deserve this?
Then, I shall close my eyes
and rest for awhile.

-9/23/13-

Inspired by all the betrayal and heartbreak I've faced, by so many cowards who didn't want to recieve my love. People I had thought who were my friends, came with invitations of humiliation and hate, and now I see who my real friends are; this pen and paper... Have a good day.
P.S. No one should ever be shown this much betrayal and heartbreak. I wouldn't even wish it on my worst enemy. Have a good day!


Details | Sonnet | |

Girl with the mystery eyes

What lies behind those mysterious black eyes?
What happened to our paths why did they become tied?
Nobody spoke to you, why were you alone?
After seeing you smile my heart has fondly grown.
In the middle of nowhere you're from my home town?
This cannot be real I realise with a frown.
Maybe it's time to put these mushrooms down.


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 | Rhyme | |

Paper Thin

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
For kicks is why I do it now.
You tell me to love but I never knew how.
Our feet hitting pavement,
We spent the day in sunny California with sun kissed skin.
I’m learning to forget and how to fade scars,
And you let me let myself down so hard.

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
And now I just do it for smiles,
We’ll never see flower girls stumbling down aisles.
I’d lose my head just before that chance,
But if you want we can still have a first dance.
Cause I think I say things that I don’t mean,
Once upon a time you meant the world to me.

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
But I’m trying to refrain,
To make this not all end up in vain.
Maybe I can learn to love like some people do,
And you can learn to love yourself a little too.
Or it is in all fairness to let this go?
I guess we can try but then we’ll never know. 


Details | Free verse | |

The Black Sea

Drowning in her black sea of waves
tumbling down her waterfall of black curls
Docking my ship on her serene waters
unloading my cargo of thoughts and ideas
diving into the depths of her psyche 
swimming in the 
Ocean of her essences that is woman
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red 
Seven aka The Green Poet aka The Brown 
Philosopher


Details | Romanticism | |

A Dedication to my Darling Mystic

Dedicated to my darling Mystic Rose...


For my everlasting rose,
for my darling Mystic Rose,
Charished deep in my heart,
for generations to last lifetimes,
on this Beautiful gift,
we all call Mother Earth.

Oh now my dear
come now and do not fear,
I shall take you by your sweet and loving hand,
as we set out in a band,
of two lonely hearts
that both need to be loved.

At first when I came
to this desolate Wasteland;
I was a lonely heart
with poetry that was my art.
You were the first to come to me,
with a smile and a hug.
You read my work,
I won your heart
and you praised me,
looked at me in anew
and treated me diffrently than any other.

My darling Mystic,
Oh how you make me feel;
so grand, so new, so happy.
As I lay my head to rest
I reminisce on your loving words,
that spoke such truth to my soul.
As you praised me through my heights,
and weaped with me through my sorrow,
as I uplifted your soul with the arrangement of words
I wrote from deep down in my weak and weary soul;
You were there always to touch my heart
and cure me of sorrowed tears.

It is impossible to express my love for you,
but see me, to feel my love,
for you my darling Mystic
it tears me apart to not
see your face, to hear your voice,
only to read your loving words
comments on a poem
that was written on a page;
It tears me apart.

Oh, my sweet and everlasting rose,
Blooming in every season,
at every hour,
a beautiful poetess at her midst of an evening twilight
as the nightingales sing outside your window,
I come and show you love and compassion.

Let us go, you and I,
I take you by your hand
and we sail off,
two poets writing of beauty
both in ink upon a blank piece of paper.
To write of love,
My compassion for you
my beautiful rose,
my darlin Mystic.

We shall part seas,
bloom in gardens of beauty,
roses and violets grow tall
around us,
reminding us of our everlasting friendship.
Lilacs and tulups stray long away,
to show my love to a stranger,
but you are no stranger to me.

You are an everlasting rose,
which blooms evertime at the stroke of nine,
and there you stay,
growing in a large and beautiful garden,
that is located deep in my heart.

Now take me, my darling Mystic
your LoveSlayer,
and charish this beautiful write
Charish it at all times,
every hour of the days! 
In honour of your beauty and inspiration
I am a fool in love,
intoxicated with your beauty at heart.


Details | Quatern | |

Harridan's

"Qui*, whose harridan are you now?"  
this withered crone you see all bone
was once a bloom your sweet coquette
yet, years have not been kind to we.

Each maid becomes a mother
"Qui, whose harridan are you now?"  
Men bleed us dry as beaten wheat
upon a dusty floor we lie.

Those maids who lived to birth and nurse 
now possess but hairy lipped sighs. 
"Qui, whose harridan are you now?  
and where is he who loved that youth?"

They have no horrid name for he,
our aged counterparts of limp form
though stud has come and gone, we ask.
"Qui, whose harridan are you now?"  


* Qui means WHO in french 
* harridan origin 1690–1700;  perhaps alteration of French haridelle
  thin, worn-out horse, large, gaunt woman (compared with the initial
  element of haras  stud farm, though derivation is unclear) 
** 89 years later Madam Guillotine's reigned perhaps woman don't like
    being called names? 


Details | Ballad | |

Her Face

Her Face was perfection, Still see it everywhere
The beauty in her eyes, Please forgive my stare
Though to confess my love, 
Oh no, I wouldn't dare...
So I'll just keep thinking of her, But it's just not fair

Her Face won't go away, So engrained in my mind
This girl was different, Unlike any other I'll ever find
Oh how the two of us, 
How our lives could've aligned...
So now, to everyone else, My heart is blind

But she'll never know,
Just what I would've done to be with her!
That I'd gladly travel through time and space
Just to appreciate her beauty,
And wake next to Her Face

Her Face comforts me, Holds me tight and dear
Takes me to another world, A new frontier
I'm dreaming where she loves me so much, 
That part is clear...
But as I awake, Just shed another tear

Her Face and her love, I won't ever forget
Lust for her will remain, Lips will get wet
I'll be reminded of her, 
At each days sunset...
And I'll remember everything, From the first day we met

But she'll never know,
Just what I would've done to be with her!
That I'd gladly travel through time and space
Just to appreciate her beauty,
And wake next to Her Face

Her Face is the sunshine, A universal light
With it's soul and it's passion, It was quite a sight
Oh how just to see her, 
Brought me such delight...
But here I am all alone now, Another late night

Her Face will surely lift someone up, With unconditional love
So what will come of me, Can I rise above?
Without Her Face, 
I'm unsure thereof...
Because see, out of my mind, to her, I'll never shove

And she'll never know,
Just what I would've done to be with her!
That I'd gladly travel through time and space
Just to appreciate her beauty,
And wake next to Her Face

Her Face, I see it every night, In my dreams
Where everything will all align, Oh how it seems
We're walking together... 
Hands together, Along the forests blue streams

Her Face ignited feelings, Things I've never before felt
Just got to play the hand, The cruel hand I was dealt
I will always have my writing, 
To continue to dwell...
On a lost love to whom one day, I would've knelt


Details | Romanticism | |

The truth about my love for you

Your  ardent  love for me is a blessing in  disguise

sweet glistening love  I see  in your eyes

deep in my heart there is a secret

shall I open before you  those rivulets?

 streaming out of  inner cycles of mind...

would you listen to those four walls

 and would you be kind?

I  have not grown in years

yet  I  have  lived in fears.

I  wish to build those beautiful faith

on your caring shoulders ..

A  woman who cares for your heart

and hardly for your wealth...

this enigmatic dream has a serious goal

to create those little poets and little souls

we  are  united by a powerful force

unbreakable and tireless  in due course... 

..the harbinger of  our relationship

if  the world doesnt care too much

think of a woman who knows you

with due course of time

i will grow within you...

 

 

 
copyright 2011 by Smriti Jha
 
For the most beautiful Heart...!


Details | Free verse | |

My Grandfathers Dying Wish

See problems they no worry Timothy
He was raised by his Great Grandmother
One day she taught him
Miho you can make life beautiful or ugly
Work hard, find a woman who has a strong back
Beauty fades it doesn’t last long
Now let me tell you 
A woman with a strong back may not be your perfect companion
Times are changing, I think Faith is more important these days
I say okay Grandma, can I have the horachata now that you made me
No hush up! You can have it when I’m finished talking
Timothy come your poor Grandfather wanted you to have this
It is his Journal and I have never read out of it
She hands it to me
I am struck by it’s cover, it is brown and plain
Yet it spoke to me by it’s elegant style
These words were printed on the cover “Blanco Vendetta”
I was drawn and pulled in untill I was covered by the spell
The first page I open too it says “My first Mil Besos”
The Temptess that blew my heart away
I turn to page 33
It says “The story of an Apache Warrior”
There are no rules to an Apache Warrior when it comes to fighting
He says if you are my enemy I don’t care how but I’m gonna kill you
Page 41 is like a fist full of words thrown across the page
Barrio boxing, The protection of the Shield of Faith
Brokenhearted for my careless speech has left her heartbroken
Strengthened by Love “Amor”
Nourished by the sunshine in her hand
There is healing in its beams
Blessed by her presence Del Dios I am Greatful
I’m like Grandpa what did you say wrong
Then these words come to me
Give her your full attention when she speaks to you
Because the Heart of the Wise studies how to answer
So I close it and my finger brushes a bookmark
It’s the Last page
It says To: “Timothy my son who is as mighty as an army”
I Thank you for the Greatest Gift
For the Greatest Gifts are as small as your small hand that touched me
I plant these seeds and they will take root and grow because you are good ground
Timothy let me say That without you I would of never found my Faith in GOD
Listen for it is your Grandfather who is dead and speechless
Timothy you see the good in everything
And I know you will understand my words clearly
If a man gives you his word
Promise me not to plan your future on it
And if you give your word my son
Do everything in your Power to fulfill it
AND NEVER Promise more than you can deliver 
For it is better to put out more than you promised
Everyman is considered unwise when he appears foolish
I wish I could give you some insight about women
But your Great Grandmother may help you better than I can
But never timothy, Never be quick to fall in Love 
Or give your heart to a woman
Listen carefully to her words when she speaks to you
Cherish Her give her your full undue attention 
Because the Heart of the Wise studies how to answer
Love your neighbors as yourself
And do not strive against another man
If he has done nothing wrong to offend you
AS much as it is possible live peacefully with all men
And it is okay for you to speak these things with your Great Grandmother
She is a very wise and God-fearing woman
Amor take the greatest care of her, I Love you Son
Timothy when the time comes to avenge my death
Hit harder then you ever have before
But not in a Duel son, not like an open Vendetta
Marry his daughter Maria
The one who is pretty and Two years younger than you
Oh! He will suffer greatly!
And it will kill him to know that I chose this way to repay him
And remember son to be ready to fight any man at the drop of a hat


Details | Free verse | |

Miss Ladybug

Wearing your red pock-a-dot dress
Miss Ladybug, you look divine,
it is beautiful today, the sun is out.

Go now, Miss Ladybug,
flutter your wings,
buzz away from me.

Go now, fly Miss Ladybug.
Point me in the direction of love,
see you flying North.

May I say, Miss Ladybug,
that you look divine,
and beautiful as ever.

I walk North,
I follow you Miss Ladybug,
point me to her.

You flutter over to a beautiul girl,
five foot, seven.
Nice pick Miss Ladybug.

I walk over to the girl,
She is beautiful,
long hair, jet black, flowing.

Miss Ladybug thank you,
now fly away,
I shall need you for another day.

Take me away now, baby
show me something new,
take me away from the few.

And Miss Ladybug,
there she went off into the sunset,
with her red pock-a-dot dress
flowing in the breeze, alone.


Details | Lyric | |

Eyes and Oceans

Whoever said 
open eyes betray emotion
never knew them
closed.

For, love is
an ocean 'til the rivers
feeding it give up the
ghost.

I stand huddled
at this puddle, puzzled,
foot nuzzling the
coast.

No ghost or
god of old pages boasted
could sing these hollow
notes.


Details | Free verse | |

At the lake shore fishing

Flowers bend with the wind
Beauty so delicate survives
A pebble toss into the lake
Causes ripples of waves
Reflections of time
Deep in the solitude
Of the lake's waters
I cast my line and sit
At the lake's shore
Not to catch a fish
But to ponder my love
For you
A steady sun shines strong
Spiraling through the balding trees leaves
My straw hat cannot reflect
It's heat
Each bead of sweat is kissed
By the coolness of the lake's breeze
Teasing my senses
With your touch
A rude fish tugs on my line
But I decline it
Freeing the poor soul
Back into the water
And I answer myself
Gathering my gear
I walk back the dusty trail
Into an empty cabin
Full of memories.


Details | Free verse | |

Like the frightened Jackrabbit, I run away from Love

Jump up and down like a jackrabbit
running through meadows
running from what?
Could it be heartbreak,
a venemous snake that hides in the grass,
hiding with fangs ready to pierce the tender skin
upon the tight, bronze flesh of everyday life?
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now!
I need a vacation a long way away from the faceless smiles
and ignorance of young girls, who don't look at you,
who don't show you love and respect.
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now,
as jumping spiders hop everywhere, crawling eight legs around me
my soul black like carcoal, but my heart still beating
slower this time, not like the days before
and like the jackrabbit running from anything and everything,
I run to seek love and vanish away from the empty voids
that people call, their souls.
Recording a film with no tape,
talking to a woman you love, but not having the guts to tell her how you really feel
Jump my boy, like a jackrabbit, take my advice
tell her before she leaves
turns down the endless avenues of endless dark love
the trees grow taller, taller than you
and you sit there feeling away yourself die, missing out in life.
I cannot see you lose your love.
Say it, say it, Say it!!! Tell her! Tell her! Build the guts up!
Build up the courage, tell her how you feel. Take her by the hand and never say goodbye! Never say goodnight, stay with her till the flight comes in the morning
of the first rays of sun shine through your dorm room take her and love her!
Do not be like me, the jackrabbit! I see no happiness
Reading poetry it makes me sad,
to write of others falling in love and I never finding the one.
People tell me, you'll find yours, have hope
but I am a frightened little jackrabbit
who flees from sounds of deep emotions, not having courage to fall in love,
not building the guts up to tell her how I really feel.
She walks alone, I find my oppertunity and sing my love song
She smiles and moves on,
please tell me I cannot fight anymore.
All I have to say is Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
I need a vacation
to go to some sandy beach on an island of love
and write and write and write, the same poetry that depresses me
but makes you all fall in love with words!
Fiction about love stories, please kiss me
Blue eyed death comes, plays a game of chess with me
I bet twenty, he bets my soul
Kiss me death, the only love I'll ever get,
besides my poet friends who kiss my ass
Listen to my heart, truely, I don't write of beauty
I write for the sorrow soul, the fleeing jackrabbit
running away from love.....


Details | Free verse | |

A Love Letter

A love letter,
so full of words,
so full of beauty.

A love letter,
me reading alone on a park bench,
while I form tears in my dry eyes.

A love letter,
which takes me to a place,
of peace and brings joy to me.

A love letter,
that has no boundaries,
that shows a stranger's true feelings.

A love letter,
taken words put together,
to read a poem of glorious beauty.

A love letter,
that shows that someone loves you,
and it brings a smile on my face.

I go on home,
sit at my desk,
look at the sweet love letter
marked with a red kiss.

A named penned in curseve,
The "I" is dotted with a heart,
makes my heart leap from the chest.

I sit there,
light a cigarette and stare at an empty page
from a lonesome notebook.

I pick up my pen,
and I transfer all my emotions onto the paper,
to create love and art to show my love in return.

Then I shall go to a simple, but beautiful garden
and pick two roses that have already picked themselves,
and take them to the creator of this love letter.

A love letter,
so strong with words put together,
expressing true emotion.

A love letter,
so strong in its own world,
it brings strangers together and makes them love forever.

A love letter,
so sweet and so divine,
that any man prays for a love letter to appear on his doorstep.

A love letter,
beauty and harmony,
that brings people closer togther.


Details | Free verse | |

Side By Side

Oh it's a beautiful night!
The moon is full
And the stars are glowing
While the trees, with Earth's cool summer breeze
Start slowly blowing...

A campfire's flames are burning so bright
While a young couple holds each other tight
Warming their hearts, as these two lovers embrace
Traveling together, through time and space
Oh how tonight, with their love, they won't hide
Two lovers forever, Side By Side

Under the stars, both of them lay
They've been together, happy, all night and all day
Holding each other, a sweet caress
While green grass stains her pretty white dress
But no words, to each other, do they say
Happy just sitting Side By Side, knowing no other way

Gazing up at the stars
Breathing in the night
Them together with nature
A beautiful sight

All the years they've both struggled
And how they cried 
Has led them here tonight
It matters not now
As they'll lie here forever, Side By Side


Details | Rondeau | |

Whomever A Woman Chooses Is King

Whomever a woman chooses is the king.
No table round will ever square the thing.
All knights have equal access to the bread,
Even the stout are adequately fed;
Each squire gets equal pay for equal knighting.

Then Guinevere unsheathes the distaff lightning,
Uncoils her hair, so lustrous and inciting,
Plumps her lips with a berry crushed and red.
Whomever a woman chooses is the king.

Pendragon is ostensibly the.King.
And normally he doesn't miss a thing.
But Lancelot is naked in his bed
And Guinevere is humping him instead.
"No man above another" has a ring.
Whomever a woman chooses is the king.


Details | Free verse | |

My Love Intended

My love intended for the girl of my dreams,
she walks from side to side,
not knowing that I walk alone.

She is beautiful than any other thing in this simple world,
everything around her shakes and trembles
as she walks on by without a spare of a passing glance.

The wine is drunk
the last cigarette smoked,
the pain of heartache gone away.

It feels good to see her go my way,
to take the pain with her away from me,
as I sit in the wayward cafe on the river of ashes.

A beautiful girl she is mine,
but that course of life shall no surpass mine,
and my heart beats and takes me away
in hope of falling in love.

Irony of love and hate,
it is similar in many ways,
as I sit and think of her.

She angers me,
but when the vail of anger falls over my eyes,
the passion of love enters my mind.

Come now, take me away,
hold me in your beauty,
and love me with your gentle body.

Go into the gardens,
where the nightingales sing,
and sit at the patio's crossway.

Watch the artists paint pictures of the garden,
watch the writers write about the garden,
and watch us go and pick flowers in the garden.

The air smooth and wind breeze calms the nerves,
the pain of my sorrowed heart is soothed,
by her sweet intellegence and beauty.

Her eyes, orbs of blazing sunlight,
blind me with the beauty of her beauteous face,
her lips and skin smooth and pure.

She is glorious,
My love she is the dream girl,
who comes and takes my nightmares away from me.

As I sit on the park benches,
I light my last cigarette,
and reminicse on the days with my love.

I close my tired eyes only for a moment,
and the moment is gone,
my beauty is gone.

The tears are all gone,
the pain has gone,
the feelings of everlasting love are all gone.

Where did it all go?
Where did my beauty go?
Where did my love go?

All gone now, all gone now,
as I grow old,
the feeling of death takes me by surprise.

The park bench is cold,
the cigarette is burnt out,
I am longing for a drink.

I lay in a wayward cafe
drink a coffee and talk to myself
discussing a book of poetry.

Looking over to the right
I am blinded by beauty once again
this time this is no dream.

Alas, my dream girl came
that appeared in my sunny pleasure dome,
who has walked barefoot in the gardens of my mind.

She sat with me,
I looked at her
and we smiled together.

We held hands together,
and dreamed together,
forever and ever.

Love everlasting,
everything everlasting,
cigarettes smoked together.

A cloud over our heads
in the shape of a heart
my love.


Details | Free verse | |

Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!


Details | Ballad | |

WHALING SHIP CAPTAIN's LOVER part 3

WHALING SHIP CAPTAIN"S LOVER      part 3

Now Jorgie met a new love
He begged to make her wife
First, they’d fetch her small boy
 to start a fresh new life.

So East they went to Minot
To find her cousin there
But when they came to his big house
His smile for them was spare.

The cousin was not happy
To relinquish that fine boy
He said his wife would waste away
Without her greatest joy

And Jorgie, solemn, studied them
The woman and the child  &
Wept with great compassion
Her broken heart ran wild.

Determined to do justice
Twas no one she could blame
Jorgie hugged the boy good bye
Her soul in raging flame.

She bid the woman love him
And tell him she was aunt
And with her newfound husband, John,
Departed pale and gaunt.

Now John, he was a good man
Who worshiped his new wife
They agreed to keep a secret
About her former life

And so away the years passed
Son came after son
Jorgie had a fresh life
They built a solid home.

Each month she mailed the  letters
To the ‘cousin’ in the west
She parceled up the photos 
true siblings in their best

But Sadness haunted Jorgie’s eyes
She tried to hide it well
But her  husband knew her---
 She had him in her spell.

So sad she was and so forlorn
He needed to confide
To someone who could help him
to cheer his cherished bride.

And so he told his sister
His wife had longed to see
From her past her loved ones---
Her own sweet family.

So sister Lena planned a scheme—
For Jorgie wild and free
the gift would be a great surprise
And John he did agree.

They would take the children
Aboard the westbound train
Jump the train at Minot
To see the boy again.

Wait they must til autumn
For Jorgie twas the best
In May would be a newborn babe
Nuzzling at her breast

Then hit the plague of ‘17
Entire towns were dead—
And  in their midst was Jorgie--
With her newborn-- cold, in bed.

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Note:  Jorgie : (pronounced Yor’ gee) was a nickname
Her name:  Sena Jorgine Larsen
My father’s mother. The baby named Clara.  My was nearly 4 when they died. His father, John Anderson—Jorgie’s husband , never remarried.  He lived to be in his 70’s. His sister, my great aunt, Lena Anderson Hildebrandt, told me this story in 1971.


PS  THERE IS ANOTHER PART TO THIS IF ANYONE WANTS TO READ IT LET ME KNOW. I DON'T WANT TO BORE ANYONE TO DEATH!  vat


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Black Diamond

A lovely lady you are, 
And lovely always be.
Your beauty bright as midnight stars,
And moonlight shining on the sea.

You're all that is fair and kind,
The sweetest dream and reality.
Many times you've crossed my mind; 
My lasting hope is of you and me.




©2013 Honestly JT


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Between soul and body

Why you seem sad?
How is for this moon to sadden?
Why pearls pour down from your eyes?
As the raindrops
What is the secret?
What is the matter?
What is the avail of sadness?
And we are hanging in ropes of the sin
And between rope and gallows
An orphan friendship
And between me and you
A new world
Between my eyelash and tears
Painful memories
My lady!
Between city and city
Long distances
Thousand barriers
Thousand souls immigrating
Thousand temples
Thousand priests
Thousand knights
Thousand nights
Thousand devils
And between heart and heart
Farness and yearning
Thousand mercies
Thousand pulses
Thousand love
Thousand addresses
Thousand words
Thousand lies
Thousand candles
And between eye and eye
Hidden Language and dialogues
Thousand tears
Thousand roses
Thousand tones
Thousand winks
Thousand whispers
Thousand touches
Thousand kisses
But between soul and body
One life.............One life.....


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An End to Aloneness

In my life I often feel I am alone; alone in my thoughts, alone in my musings, alone in my day-to-day movements and unsatisfying activities. I move like a ghost through hallways and down sidewalks, unnoticed and, at times, gratefully so. 
I do not wish to be eternally alone. I long for togetherness. But despite this desire for a real connection, I find myself regularly retreating from that temperamental beast that is human interaction. 

“Come on now, sweetheart. Don’t lower your head. Don’t look away. Look up! Smile at someone! No! Don’t go back into your bedroom. Don’t lock the door! Why are you doing this?” my brain will plea. 

I can’t help myself. Aloneness is comfortable. In being alone, I don’t have to worry about anyone but myself. I don’t have to please anyone else. I can think anything I want, wear anything I want, listen to anything I want, and laugh at anything I want. 

And still there remains that nagging desire to be loved and wanted and needed by somebody. I do not know the feeling of being truly desired. I do not know what it is like for someone to crave my company, my smile, my kiss, or my touch. 

                                                                              But I would like to…

I cannot make someone love me or like me or want me in some primal way. It may hurt, but I cannot make that handsome boy want to hold my hand or brush my hair back behind my ear. I can only struggle on. I can only work within myself. I can only try every God damn day to hold my head up, keep my eyes fixed ahead, a give the world the best smile I have. I and I alone can bring myself out of the safety of my bedroom and into the bright world that lies beyond that locked door. 
	
I often find myself alone with nothing more than my thoughts and the ever-strong glow of a computer screen. But no longer will aloneness be the constant in my life. It is true that never having known the caress of a man’s hand on my thigh doesn't make me any less of a woman, but I fear that if I stay confined within myself much longer I will begin to become less of a human. A flower cannot grow if it retracts its leaves and petals every time it feels the warmth of the sun or the kiss of a gentle spring rain.  
	
And I want to grow. I want to grow so tall and blossom so big and beautifully that every place on earth is touched by my shadow at some point in the day. And I will grow. I will push myself and share myself with the world, and finally
							                                 finally
								                                   finally
know the closeness and comfort of love and honest, unabashed companionship.


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I like your love

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

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

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

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


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Amagic rose

A beautiful magic rose
hypnotized my eyes
I can't move them or close...

Among the flowers so far
I'm smelling it now
but i want its nectar..

It's harder little bit
to reach my magic rose
than to observe it...

I dream to have just two wings
and i know most of people
are dreaming to be kings...

I wish i were a bee
I can fly to my rose
that's all what i hope to be...

Stay in its heart and live there
leave all for one day
or eternity , i don't care ... 


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love's drowning

over waves of the sounds from the glass of the sea
comes a shreak that dispersed on a night that was cursed
and flys cold with a chill; it lands squarely on me
my eyes did turn quick and wonder about
crystal pale blue was the scenes only hue
hand to my head, filled now with doubt
but was there distress on that morn i awoke?
with the sands at my feet; on an air crisp with sleet
as the autumn sun's light had not yet full broke
the question that's posed in these ramblings you'll see
for she lay down beside during moonlight's high tide
why that night my love left, n'er a word spoke to me?


Details | Cowboy | |

You Say You Love Me But I Don't Know Your Reason Why

Is it because I have plenty of money, or  because I plainly do not?
I need to know what's on your mind, not only setting mine at ease.
I'm sorry for making you feel uncomfortable by putting you on the spot,
Now, tell me your reason, in and out of season, tell me please!

You say you love me but I don't know your reason why.
Come on, Man, tell this woman sweetie words I want to hear.
The fire in your eyes sends my heart racing sky high,
It  makes me beam from ear to ear, year after year!
You say you love me, hmmm, that may be your reason why.

You not only say you love me but show you really live the life.
Even while all your friends are here, you still sing to me down on your knees
All through our years and more so now, I'm so happy being Mrs. Your Wife,
In and out of season, I am your reason, it's me, you're wanting to please!

You say you love me, ooohhhh. Now, I know your reason why!
Yeah, Man, you tell this woman sweetie words I want to hear.
The fire in your eyes sends my heart racing sky high,
It  makes me beam from ear to ear, year after year!
You say you love me, mmhmm. Now, I know your reason why!


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celsius

Fallen snow will remind of me/ it is snowing ... 
Slowly as in the dream/ 
Boy word-beads/ with signs on his spine/ 
He kisses fine/ 
Your eyelids /

And it snows ... It snows /so slow/
It does/ and you're thinking of me/ 
'Coz it's warm/ it's better to stay in warmth/ 
Waiting for summer dim/ 
It is snowing/ slowly like in the dream/ 
Flakes/ go round/ playing the music theme/ 
You've been looking for rescue/ 
You searched in wine/ 
But it's in me/ 
all the rescues are mine/ 
It is snowing/ the snow is fluffy and white/ 
If you see darkness/ I'm deaf and blind/ 
there's the cast of time/ on the arm/ 
But I discern the light/ 
Dreams/ upon your eyelids tips/ 
Prepare you for winter drowse/ 
And it snows/ 

Fallen snow/ will remind of spring /
it will crumble and crackle in vain/ 
It will snow / fluffy /white/ and slow/ 
And you'll become whole/


Details | Romanticism | |

A Night with You

O, how I have dream't this night would come.
Me and you, and you and I together;
in the same room,
on the same night.
The night is young, and so are we.
Tell me all your dark secrects,
as I paint you a picture.
Kiss me on the cheek,
Bite me on the lip,
Give me a little slap,
Just to let me know, you're still here.

Let's watch a movie,
in the dark, when it's night.
Cuddle up together, under the virgin, white sheets and thick, warm blankets,
as we kiss each other.
Wet, sloppy and romantic kisses back and forth.
Love me, for I love you;
Kiss me, for I kiss you;
Hug me, for I hug you;
Hold me tight and never let go.
Pray with me that this night together shall never pass.

Come into my arms, and let us sleep awhile.
Dream of loving one another in a flowery meadow, over the hillsides of lovely skies.
Come let us go for a midnight walk.
Along follow over yonder, with the freaks, who sit on park benches,
sleeping their hangovers away.

Come babe, sit in this grassy field with me.
Let us count the stars in the moonlit, night sky.
I steal a kiss from you,
as the shooting stars blaze rapidly across, the purple night sky.
Quick my dear, make a wish!

I do not wish, for my wish has already come true,
and that is to be with you.
To Love you, and hold you,
and sing you to sleep, while you sleep off the night's adventures,
in my comforting arms.


Details | ABC | |

While I Coo

Many nights though have passed before you came to my world
Now your presence means a million to me
Over and over your song will remain sonorous in my ears
Peace be upon you my umbrella
I know you’re all ears while I coo


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Portrait of My Lady

A delicate face, soft and white it glows Eyes of passion exist, planted on her She lives with supple pink lips, made to kiss No way would I ever come and suffer She doesn’t have an obvious nose, it’s small Her small hands do run smoothly down her face An influence to my heart is expressed She moves on with a good amount of grace I always desire to kiss those sweet lips My finger runs down these lips of glory Down to the perfectly formed lovely chin Where there are tales of a romance story There are moments when her eyes flash with pride And her hair blends in with her rare beauty The whole package is wonderful and true I will forever love her, my lady
Entered into FRANK H.'s "WORD PORTRAIT" contest 4/16/2013


Details | Light Poetry | |

a womans cry

Dynasties of radiance splash into a womans swimming pool of excellence a womans cry transforms failures into triumph, should i feel agony & defeat for the lost bondage of our love, does a womans cry begin to symbolize the sacred feelings hiding inside the belly of a mans lies, a queen at the throne was promised, i bear children in the midst of our fight for survival do you dare assassinate my worth, my conscious is a relentless drum at the mercy of ones entertaining commands listen to a womans cry, how do i remain steady when even i question my character, is it wrong to look towards the heavens seeking pity for not being your lone constant treasure, such a life grows deeper as i sleep but find not an eye full of rest, my heart is but a mere myth who will hear a woman cry, weary i crawl for the weight of your misfortunes too great to shield, my place as a mother weakend by your arrows of discretions, spare me of your tough ridges, rid me of your chaotic demanor, heal my wounded but not broken spirit from your barbariac abuse, sooth my emotions for empty i remain a womans cry


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Lila

This form was made from star stuff
To radiate endless love.
My soul is whole, but part of
land, sea, and sky above.
I am whole, but only half of
Creations infinite expanse.
I think that you are Lila
The universe’s perfect dance.


Details | Quatrain | |

Below Azure Blue Skies

On golden sands below azure blue skies
I sensed, I turned and behold my eyes
Naked as birth from the sea she revealed
For moments before her charms were concealed

Curved shapes of woman now allure my thoughts
To touch her skin my desire to be sought
I stand before her, into those eyes I see
She, the woman of my life in front of me

To a rocky outcrop well away from the crowds
Our theatre of dreams allows sighs so allowed
On a blanket of tartan two souls in lie
Naked as birth below azure blue skies

Kisses aplenty tasting the breeze of the sea
Sensuous and delightful as she thralls thee
Her undulations so pure my fingers they walk
Emotions to actions loves language of talk

Two as one we become as we writhe in sync
Entering our world of passion, pretty in pink
Entwined, uncoiled as we respond flushed
Sighs on the breeze as our cove remains lush

Our loving rises in sequence to crashing waves
Two souls releasing their love that they crave
Excitement in us peaks, reverberating
The joys of he and she, in wonderful creating









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-17.php


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I Am Woman

I am Woman. 
I am domesticated woman constantly dusting off cobwebs of infidelity. 
Tears pace down my cheeks but no, I'm fine.
It's merely thick dusty layers of despondency. 

Through scorching barren deserts she walks wither soles leather, face wrinkled, skin creased, smile inverted, eyes downturned with not a single drop in sight like the desert she walks through.
Her only condolence is knowing uba uspho lwakhe lume ngaye, inhliziyo yakhe iethe-ethe ebeleke usana lwakhe emqolo.
I am not privileged enough to call myself womankuba andikayazi inhlungu yobayintwakazi, umzali ne gqhiyazan. 

You see, the mercilessness of memory takes her back to the day of the night she cried herself to sleep,
Hoping everything would turn out right,
But all she had to show for it came morning was nothing but a bloodstained pillow which she hung on the washing line.
I am woman

You are phenomenal woman.
The clod steel claws of unkindness ripped her heart out 
Ngosuku awathy ndlela'nhle kuyise wosapho lwakhe.
All her creased hands cling onto at night is hope,
Please deliver her for her heart is too dainty.

Qina gqiyazana, qina nwakazi ngoba inyembezi zegqiyazana aziweli phantsi. 
You, 
Beautiful woman with your barren soul,
Are phenomenal woman.


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Woman

Woman... they're all over...
Woman, you know what I mean.
They stride along breaking hearts
with smiles when they see what
they want, woman... fine creatures.

Soft hands and tender hearts,
reflexies like cats, wild tigers
and conversations of dark passion
that would make a young school boy
blush.
Woman... they have no boundaries...
No faith, no religion... Love till their
hearts are broken,
Then blame everything on the good guy.

Woman, their long hair flowing,
their smiles so bright,
with clothes that hug their
tight and oiled-skinned bodies;
They laugh at you,
when you say you're in Love.
They take it as an advantage
to break your heart
and kiss another man in front
of your very own eyes.

My advice, stay away from the woman,
She is mean, she is cold,
Sure she looks good, but she is a trick.
The whores need love, the whores are nice,
love them, love the real women of the world,
love them,
because they're not afraid to love you back.

-10-25-2013-


Details | Classicism | |

An epic Woman

An Epic Woman  

Woman tell me your thoughts
Shall I be the fool and you the teacher?
Am I your Adonis, or do you see a toad.
Chivalry demands that I am your knight without reward,
For my kin is that of Beowulf and Lancelot,
Dragon slayers, so command me.

I am woman I need no gesture, for wisdom lies in,
Raindrops hung out to dry on silken cobwebs.
And in the beggar who is happy, while his king sleeps in fear
For my kin, blessed me with a rare beauty,
For my reflection rivals that of the queen Of Sheba
My thoughts entwined with the warrior queen Boudicea, 
My tenderness lies in queen Amyitis and her Hanging gardens of Babylon
My passion is that of Cleopatra for Mark Anthony,
And my faith equals that of Mary

So beware young Jason, speak from the heart, 
Or you will summon queen Kriemhides in me,
For she killed Attila the Hun for less,
This Woman will send you to phineas
A slave for the harpies, if you lie,

My lady, I have slain the sirens with Lyre music,
For my love for you was greater,
Alexander wept when there were no more worlds to conquer
Achilles killed Hector for Helen,
And King Leonidas defeated the Persian Empire
One glance from you and their deeds fade into oblivion,
Medea the Sorcerer, My mother,
Gave birth to me, for this moment.
Woman take my hand and show me your love


Jason of Argo, look into my eyes
For I see the soul of a man
Your shield is heavy to stop you running away.
Your Hero Achilles was slain by a true suitor Paris,
His love for Helen, was true.
You deceive all women.
Your Friend the Goddess Hera
Was killed by you,
It is my enslavement you seek, not love.

I send you to the Eighth Circle for Eternity to be whipped by Devils. For the Harpies deserve better.
And Remember, these words
The Wisdom of King Arthur,
When a Woman you seek, be honest at all times,
 No matter what the cost. 
And defend her faith, her home,
And her country with your life.
For these are the Thoughts of all Women.



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An Unfinished Story

Step by step,
hand in hand,
I was always there for you.
Ups and downs,
lost and found,
I was always there for you.

Even though you never believed in us before,
and you chose the most hurtful way to slam the door,
I was always there for you.

You moved on quickly, never looked behind,
even though I smile today, it still hurts when I rewind.
Through happiness and pain,
every loss and every gain,
I have always been there for you.

The question still exists, the question about us,
my beautiful dreams went up in dust.

Now that you are here in front of me,
it brings back a rush of old memories.
You say hello, you said goodbye before,
I still believe that we could have had so much more.

Step by step,
hand in hand,
I will always be there for you.
through lows and highs,
till the day I die,
I will always be there for you.


Details | Free verse | |

My First Love Experience

It was in the early days of our lives
We met
She was so beautiful 
My eyes could not stop admiring
My heart kept racing 
Every time it sensed
her good-looking approaching
But we were too young 
To give full meaning 
To the love language

Years passed
Time kept flying
We lost contact 
But the memory of our past
We lugged with us

Someway, somehow,
Fate found us
And brought us together

We have now grown 
So big and sweet
We both glitter
At each other’s presence
We were ready to do a recap 
of where we left off

We laughed and joked about our past
We talked about our hey days at the National Theatre
We remembered the beautiful past that reflects our true self
We both haven’t changed after all

At that moment my heart spoke 
The love language again
I knew I was in love with her
It wasn’t today
It started from when we were kids

Man must gather confidence
And speak out his feelings

Thoughts,
Thoughts of what she would say;

Don’t laugh at me,
We all do it sometimes


We were sweet friends
But now, I want to take 
The friendship a step further

My heart in full swing 
Of abnormal beating,
It beat faster
It spoke two different languages
Say it; and keep it
Don’t know which of these to believe 
I was shy
I was afraid
I was confused
I was happy
I was sad
I felt insane

There she was,
Standing in front me
In their house 
Beaming with smiles

Nii, she said tenderly,
‘I thought you said you had something to tell me,
Come on, I can’t wait any longer
My ears are itching’

My heart just jumped out
And now I want to escape from her presence
I wish I could vanish into thin air

Stop laughing at me
I’m not mouth lazy

I was just afraid of the outcome 
What if she said NO?
What if I lose her as a friend?
What if she vanishes into thin air?

And the what if’s continued …

Once in a man’s life time
He must draw together courage
To speak out his feelings

After all, I would not have violated any law
For telling a sweet scented woman 
Gorgeous, attractive and stunning 
About what I feel for her
So my nerves were clamed

This was how I started…

Esther, I mean, Naa Adjeley

The confusion has started

Errrmmm, you see,

Still didn’t know what to say

Hmmm, hope you are doing great?

Still confused…

‘I guess your brother, Thomas,
Is doing fine?’

She stared at me intently 
The smiles on her face kept 
My hopes alive 
And my heart awake 
I knew she was expecting 
Something more than making those comical remarks

It’s was now time to speak

Naa Adjeley, I travelled from Cape Coast 
To Accra to come see you
To tell you I miss you
and errmmm…

Please let it out
The small voice inside me whispered

I left campus to Accra just to let you know that
I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU

She laughed aloud and said
‘’are you serious!’’

‘Oh! Yes I am’
I said confidently,

Her face suddenly darkened
The smiles misplaced 
I wanted to fade away from her presence
After all I’ve let my feelings out
That was what mattered to me
But I did not have that special magic



How long have you felt this way towards me?
The next question to answer
‘When we were kids,
But it was revamped quite recently’
I replied

I could see the confusion on her face
She needed some more time 
To think things through
I was excited let it out
But she was confused

Days passed,
I went back to school,
We enjoyed chit chatting on the phone
But the answer to my request was still hanging

She mentioned in one of our conversations
She might be travelling
But didn’t say when
She was a nursing student
I was a tourism student
The beauty of having a friend 
You know and love
kept my mind awake in school

School was on recess
I arrived in Accra
Left my things unpacked
Borrowed money from my old girl
Picked a cab to Banana Inn
To see the woman 
That has taken my heart hostage

I kept bagging at their gate
Agoo! agoo! agooo! 

Waiting in anticipation to see
Her fine looking face
And present her with my first gift
Her brother, Thomas opened up

‘Hey! Where have you been?
It’s been a while’
Was the first question 
He asked

The only interest I had was to see her face
I wanted to see the woman 
That makes my heart beat
She was all I cared about

Where is Naa Adjeley?
I enquired from Thomas

I saw the shock on his face
My breathe was not catching up 
with me properly
I knew something was wrong

‘Where is she’,
I asked again
‘Didn’t she tell you
She was travelling?’
My face dropped dead at once
I felt a sharp heart ache
I almost fainted

She left for the U.K
Without even saying bye bye
Was that why, she didn’t give any reply
to my proposal?
Why did she keep my heart awake?

I left her house, depressed
Her gift was a bonus for the cab driver
My face drenched in pool of tears

I know it hurts
But I felt more relieved

Why?

My feelings had been made lucid to her
I now walk with my chest out
Ready to move on
Ready to open myself up to happiness

I still remember
Her looks
Her smiles
Her beauty
Her mannerism

My first love story
The one I have kept furtive
Over the years

Naa Adjeley
My old time love.


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Just One Thing

Parce que des fois il suffit de voir une phrase une photo un mot
Et même quelques fois le passé peut nous rattrapé
Alors qu’un sourire aux lèvres, les yeux sont en sanglots
Le bonheur occupe votre cœur mai la tristesse envahi les pensées

Derrière le soleil un orage se prépare pour venir foutre le bordel
Plusieurs fois aussi bien qu’il peut gardien soleil résistera
Mais l’orage reviendra toujours plus fort, vraiment rebelle
Pour enfin mettre le trouble dans tes idées, personne ne le verra

Quinze secondes c’est le temps qu’aura mis cette phrase cette photo ou ce mot
Pour installer un doute certain dans tes pensées les plus profondes
C‘est toute une remise en cause pour toi, qualités ou défauts ?!
Tu en meurs mai c’est invisible aux yeux de tout le monde

Reste humble, tais-toi, règle ça seul
Entre toi cet orage et cette putain de pensée
Que les autres fassent ce qu’ils veulent
Ce qu’on ressent jamais une rime ne pourra l’exprimer

Je continuerai à slamer
Tant que mon cœur saignera
Et j’arrêterai de crier
Le jour où la vie me l’enlèvera


Details | Narrative | |

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 | Free verse | |

I Never Find The Train

I am beggar I am thief I am Eve Buried by belief I am leader I am breeder I am Adam Narcissistic feeder I lie inside the doorway Unable now to die I see the tortured infant Yet still I cannot cry Was drafted for the Nam Saw sixty thousand dead They read the dead a psalm And then the worms were fed I fought for love of country Unable there to die The death of friends and comrades And still I'm asking why I've been a rogue receiver And a dark and doomed deceiver As I swam between two Islands In the sea of coral jade I walked through misty highlands In the land of heat and grief A soldier without purpose Who had lost his own belief I've lived so many lifetimes As I turned most every trick I lost my chance at right times 'Cause I played the game too quick I'm buried by the burden Of my sorrow and my shame For I was once surrounded And surrendered to the game Sisters of sincerity Released me from all blame They know the fleeting nature Of this sad and fickle fame I've won some feeble fortunes That still fuel the fire and flame No matter now what happens I will find another game The words of every prophet And the hardships of the lame The lepers left untreated As their blood boils down the drain I seem to find the station But I never find the train And every destination Seems to find the pouring rain I'm walkin' through the valley Filled with sorrow and a tear I'm deep into a forest As the dark is drawing near Some soldiers at the front Some marching to the rear I'm treading holy water And I need to have you here Now listen to me sweetness It is time for me to leave My mind is moving far too fast For me to stop and grieve Remember that the Universe Is far beyond a creed And man is just a minute part Of Universal seed I know I've done my giving To my friends and kindred dear It is the part of living That can make it all so clear I'm off to find the truth Before I lose my youth And if a truth be found It's through your patience so profound And now we've said our last goodbyes Yet not a tear falls from my eyes But just before I go to sleep Will be my time to weep For love and long emotion Is the potion for devotion Look at me Pretty woman Can't you see Look at me Your magic Moved the mountain And this seeker Now is free Look at me Pretty woman Can't you see Look at me For I no longer Want to die I'm man enough To cry Look at me Pretty woman I am free


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A Storm In Heaven, Sections 25-30

Yet never did he waver from the path he had chose
Lyla was his sun, his moon, and his desert rose
Not even the temptations he met throughout those years
Those sweet little whispers did fall on deaf ears
Not a friend from class who had too much to drink
Not the pretty sorority girl who told him not to think
Not even the beauty who desired him more than most
Could get Ryan Adams to abandon his mighty oaths

Oft they spent evenings studying late into the morn
Ryan ever cheering her when her heart was sad or worn
Thankful she was but love was not on her mind
Yet she could not tell him for she was too kind
His promise he fulfilled at every opportunity
His efforts ever resilient in the face of adversity
Until the time came when they would soon part
With graduation looming, my comrade bared his heart

With every shred of skill and guts he did possess
He painted a masterpiece of her in a summer dress
The colors swirling dangerous wild full of love and life
Made his mural of memories shine while rife
With gushing emotions and agony and love
Like a torrential downpour of passion from above
And so he appeared a right mess when he poured out
To the lovely Ms. Dawson how he felt without a doubt 

Speechless and stunned was the subject of his art
Unsure of how to respond without harming his heart
She was a gentle woman with great capacity to care
But friendship was all she wished of the man standing there
Troubled and worried the young woman carefully spoke
Knowing all too well his heart would likely be broke
With baited breath and a face drenched with sweat
Ryan Adams heard his love say with much regret

“You are a good man of that I am sure.
But time I think will be the cure
For this love you feel, for I am not the one
To love you in return and be your sun.
Friends we will remain for always I assure you
You have been one of my best since I met you, it’s true
Who else would be so selfless to lend me aid
Whenever I need you for the mistakes I have made”

The angelic Lyla had been as kind as she could
But regardless of her words the effect would be no good
For Ryan Adams would crumble in the wake of devastation
Heart shattered into pieces at Lyla’s declaration
It was his turn to fall, without speaking, to the ground
Desiring a pool of tears in which to be drowned
She reached out to hold him but her touch singed his flesh
No longer, his eyes screamed, will our friendship mesh


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Woman:


Woman who are you?
I am a priceless treasure
That cannot be brought, bribe or used
I am created in my father’s image
I am God’s most prize possession
When God looks at me
He see’s himself 
I am Gem
I am worth millions
I am beautiful
I am unique
I am rare
Out of all God’s creatures 
I am special.
Woman, who are you?
I am God’s child
I am loved
I am worthy to be kept
I am worthy to be held
In my father’s house
There is no other treasure like me
I am stunning
I am gorgeous
I am enough
When my father made me
He made me strong
Wise, capable, kind and responsible
In my hands he gave me the power to change the world
I am fruitful
I am truly bless
Who am I? 
I am God’s daughter
I am woman
I am adored.


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 | Epigram | |

HAPPY WOMAN'S DAY


Woman:

Marvel of life
Epitome of harmony
Apotheosis of love

That

The Good Lord, in his infinite wisdom, has
Mastered 

For

HIS HOLY creation to safeguard and
Beautify!


© Demetrios Trifiatis
  08 MARCH 2014


*Blessed with a wonderful wife, a loving daughter, six caring sisters and all of you
my dear female friends, I think, that I have earned the right to make such 
a declaration! Of course, I should not forget my beloved mother that, without her,
nothing would have been possible for me! 


 
 


Details | Romanticism | |

SILENT NIGHT

It was a silent night, the sun had gone down, the moon and the stars had taken over the night shift.
Little did the human species in my apartment know that there was a fascinating scintillating and charming creature present in my room. This fascinating scintillating and charming creature is a paragon of beauty, the creative handy work of the creator.

As the alarm of the wall clock sounded, alas! It was midnight. This paragon of beauty made her first seductive move. She smiled at me from the sofa where she was sitting. Her smile was contagious. Oh! What is this happening to me? I also responded with a smile. Right inside of me I knew I had already fallen for her but pretended. She stood away from the sofa and walked towards me.

As she bent over her body to kiss me, the two sets of her breasts popped out of her clothes. They looked so ravishing, enticing and inviting. Well, I was ever ready for this task ahead of me. I grabbed the two sets of balls and rammed into them using the expertise of my tongue to tickle the ever stirring nipples which had already grown over an inches longer. She moaned in deep indescribable pleasure and ecstasy as if she was in Fantasy Island. 
On noticing her loud moans I sealed her lips with kisses, thereby reducing the volume of her loud moans. At this point in time my temperature had risen to its boiling point of breakage and needed a deep well of cool water to ease the high erotic tension. She has no choice than to ease this tension which she initiated.

I held and turned her under me and connected myself into her internet of extricating and electrifying pleasure island of no return. Finally out of my buoyant milk industry I poured out my milk into her desert to fertilize it. Ooh! I now feel like an accomplished man. With a deep breath of relief, I suddenly woke up from my sleep and discovered it was all a dream, a fallacy. Wow! I screamed. Why was it a dream?


Details | Ballad | |

The Costumed Dream

     Seems like I'm falling 
in love 
     with Bat-Girl
   Don't ask me how this happened 
       Women in costumes 
appeal to me 
     Not long ago I hugged a woman 
in a cat costume
    Comic book dreams 
coming through once more 
  Green Lantern, Magneto and 
       the reat 
are competing with me 
for the love of 
  a costumed woman 
I think that "love steeers the star" 
  Fantasy women are sometimes 
easier to deal with than real ones


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The Perfect Woman

From obscure origin appears, a tranquillity not surpassed, with only virtue in arrears. Instructed and morals to last – admiration is thus fanned. A perfect Woman, nobly planned. Love, only arrow in her bow to teach us the lessons of life and that we shall reap what we sow. Testimony to the perfect wife. She inspires all to a new height with something of angelic light.
By Suzette Crous From my poem: A Perfect Woman Sponsor: Michael Smith Contest Name: The Perfect Woman


Details | Rhyme | |

On the Bench

On the bench and eating lunch
I came across this little hunch
I wonder if she'll come on by
I wonder if she'll come say hi

Now everyday she takes a jog
While I sit and eat just like a hog
Corned beef on rye bought from the deli
My breath, oh no, its very smelly

Oh look at her he's just on time
Gracefully jogging, that's no crime
Racing to my bench so deftly
Seeing her she looks so sweaty

Sitting down she says"May I?"
I offered her my piece of pie
"No thanks" said she "I watch my weight"
Would she, I hope, go on a date?

"You're not my type, I'm vegan, see
When I see meat I go queasy
My rest is done I must be off"
No date tonight the news was tough

So now alone on my park bench
Some juice i have, my thirst to quench
What once a dream of love to be
Is now again lost fantasy

So should I change and be vegan
And work to be a new he-man
And then a woman comes so near
Smiling and saying "Can I sit here?"

Think I will just wait and see
What becomes of this new fantasy


Details | Verse | |

I blame me

I blame me for all my mistakes
I blame me for all the rejection and heartache
I blame me for all the times I stayed silent 
and should have started and earthquake
with my words
I should have spoken up when I had the chance
now all those thoughts are wasted
unspoken, unheard

I blame me when my husband touches me 
and I feel the hands of a predators pounce
And I blame me when the pressure it on
because all I had to do was shout out and renounce His name
Lord, help me to get rid of the shame

I blame me for my loneliness
I blame me for my feelings of lust
I blame me when I look at myself and see absolute disgust
I blame me when I shut down - unsure of who to trust
At times not even sure if I really know how to love

I blame me when my kids are crying out sick
because when I brought them here
I knew that this world was unfit
Yet overpowered by my love for them 
I became more and more protective
So I blame myself in advance for their sadness
when they finally see that the world is not objective

I blame me for those nights I can't rest
Wondering if my consciousness has finally realized
that I have done my best
to stay positive and have good intentions
So I blame myself when I give in to temptations and my human inhibitions
and begin to feel ashamed of myself
I begin to feel like I don't have enough strength to love myself
because
good things don't happen for me
So I blame me for my thinking and feelings of worthlessness

It's a big world and my lonely soul has no more confidence
I have nothing
I have given up 
and so I blame me for my incompetence and my soul's rut


Details | Rhyme | |

Wine painted lips

Wine painted lips
Lips the sun had kissed
Left a black mark 
Later became a scar.
It didn’t spoil her beauty
I did what I did this was my duty.
She was my dream
She became my wife, my moonbeam.
We broke many hearts
Not to be apart.
I showed her the way
Just for her to stay.
We drove million miles
Together we smiled.
She is there and I am here
This I didn’t plan
We ended up in tears.


Details | Narrative | |

Bond by the soul

I once thought that I knew what happiness was like, but I was mistaken. Forwhy I have found how it does feel to be really happy, truly happy, nothing fleeting, only last night.

In the night when she came to me, in my cave made of barred windows and closed curtains, locked doors and dimming light, where is always almost dark, light shone and life flowed into me when she smiled and blissful words were said by her. A night of wonders when I sought her arm across the bed and I held her hand as she held mine, the exchange of looks was the bonding of our souls.

The intertwining of our fingers, the strength of our grasp as if to never let go, made me realize that I was no longer alone, that I have found my place, a purpose, a home inside her heart to bath forever into her soul and warmth.

As my eyelids brought dark to my sight, I have seen ourselves in the Future, together. She and I. Now, to grow old by her side is my only wish from what is left of this life, to make this glimpse of the Future a truth is what I have to live for.

When they see us, they may see two people, yet, we will be just one for we are bond to the soul. She and I. I love you.


Details | Blank verse | |

This Girl This Boy

This girl was shy
This girl was introverted
This girl was afraid
This girl felt alone most of the time
A few close friends were her saving grace

This boy was active
This boy was wired
This boy was different
This boy felt alone most of the time
God was his saving grace.

This girl played sports
This girl studied hard
This girl made no enemies
This girl loved to write
The pen was her instrument for expression

This boy was awkward
This boy got by
This boy was involved with his church
This boy loved to be on stage
Acting and debate were his means of expression

This girl had dreams
This girl had hopes
This girl had fears
This girl followed her friends to college

This boy had dreams
This boy had hopes
This boy had fears
This boy followed his father into the military

While this girl was coming out of her shell
This boy was learning survival methods
While this girl was exploring dating
This boy was fathering a baby 
While this girl was experiencing her first failure
This boy was trying to stay alive in the Persian Gulf

This girl grew into a well-educated, mature, but very lost woman
This boy grew into a well rounded, divorced, military father
Shortly after they met, this woman and man pledged their love for each other

This woman fell in love with this man’s confidence, humor, and sincerity
This man fell in love with this woman’s beauty, compassion, and wit
This woman and this man vowed to spend the rest of their lives together

This man made promises
This woman believed in him
This man made more promises
This woman began to doubt him

This couple communicated well
This couple shared deep truths
This couple was honest with each other,
but not with themselves

This couple had good intentions
This couple loved their family
This couple lived beyond their means
This couple began to perish

This woman had lost her husband
This man had lost his wife
This couple was determined not to lose their friendship
This couple was focused on the happiness and well being of their children

This couple would not simply “go through the motions”
This couple would be honest with each other and themselves
This couple would work as a team for the first time in their lives
This couple would be happy living apart

This couple would always love each other


Details | Epigram | |

A STRANGE BEDFELLOW

Woman Is Insulted,
By Challenging His Manhood;
Getting His Buddies To Rape,
Was His Way Of Reinforcing.

He, Not a Man,
Force Himself On a Feminist.
Give a Valid Reason While Rape.
Feminist Tempt Masculine

By Their Proactive Dressing.
Insubordination To Human Nature.
Could It Be That
Masculine Is Weak?

By The Sight Of Bear Breast?
Victims Feel Ashamed And Unclean.
FEMA Seventeen Events Took Place.
Recurring In Nightmare First Man Exploded Inside Her.

It Was Her First Encounter.
Screaming She Was,
Thought Masculine Was Urinating On Her.
Bath I Must Have Said For Years.

Dirty She Felt And Wasn’t Enough Water To Cleanse Her Body.
Rapist Defilement And Innocence Body.
Fellow, Who Should Be Ashamed?
And Feel Unclean And Unfit For Civilized Society?


Details | Kimo | |

THROUGH MY WINDOW

          moonlight shadow staring in the night
                        Adonis is standing
                   with three flowers in hands.

              serenading the woman of his life
             true love that blooms in two hearts       
                happened through my window.









Entry for Nette Onclaud's "Through My window" Poetry Contest
AiyaH Darkest D.
Jan.17,2014


Details | Alliteration | |

whats happening

the text i sent i love you sweetheart seems as just another failed attempt at opening her eyes to the ways of her actions altered her ways aren't as full as they were not as joyous or emotional but rather quiet, bleak, and sad using the pen for release instead of the blade is beginning to not be quiet as satisfying why cant i have her back why is this new person filling her shoes i don't want her i want my life back! give her to me! i need her! but it appears she is no longer here... never to be seen again for her physical self is alive and well but her MIND now that's different her mental state has changed died and come back as something else i cant find her i don't know where she is why cant i find her?! come back! please! please come back for i"am anything but found without you... please come back..


Details | Villanelle | |

Vision In White

Standing in front of the altar, mesmerized by a vision in white
On the arm of another man, paternal pride across his face
This woman I fell in love with, within the hour to be my wife.

I fell deeply in love forever, the first time she came into sight
Immediately knowing then and there I would come to this holy place
 Standing in front of the altar, mesmerized by a vision in white.

Our love flourished over the years, preparing us for this flight
Into matrimonial union with a ballet duet dancer’s grace
 This woman I fell in love with, within the hour to be my wife.

Soon to pledge our vows in a church full of candle light
I see her beautiful smile beaming through the veil of lace
Standing in front of the altar, mesmerized by a vision in white.

In front of our friends as witness, voicing a commitment that is so right
Ready to share eternity, completely void of any disgrace
This woman I fell in love with, within the hour to be my wife.

The flower girl having laid your journey with a feeling so contrite
I wait patiently for the moment the two of us embrace
Standing in front of the altar, mesmerized by a vision in white
This woman I fell in love with, within the hour to be my wife.


Details | Rhyme | |

Relationship Epidemic (Females)

I'm now in the 3rd chapter of the Relationship Epidemic as I focus on the role of the female
They say one man's trash is another man's treasure, so my girl is my seashell
Since before time, women were loyal before a man is
The backbone of a family, hello, they give birth to the kids
They rarely get lazy
Unlike men who complain about labor pains, but can't show you the baby
Being deprived of attention is what a woman can't stand
If you can't keep up, they grab another dude by the hand
Females left and right can be lovable
As well as gullible
Giving, receiving, and at times also 
Deceiving
"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" saying is so true
Bite her first she'll bite back twice as hard shame on you
If there's one thing they hate
Is never being on a date
Never comfortable with a nice night in the house
Because they feel trapped like a mouse
That's what I see with girls that are younger
More likely to look for love in the wrong places to satisfy that hunger
When they get cheated on 
Or beaten on
They can't trust a male so they turn lesbian or bisexual
Love/sex life is more perpetual
That vision can be perplexible
However it makes life more flexible
It's easy to understand why they want the finer things in life
After all who doesn't, it cuts like a knife
They value commitment, its extensive
We all know women are sensitive
All of that serotonin in the brain
Mistrust on her heart, what soap will wipe off that stain
Mothers, sisters, wives bring some of the pain
Aunts, girlfriends, grandmothers turn snow into rain
A female will never love you in vain
They crave attention,  if they don't get it they feel shame
Cheat on a guy and say they're the one to blame
Messed up right?
Do the Right Thing like Spike Lee
No, that's ok girls rather be sneaky
Coretta Scott King, she's so royal
Even after Dr. King got shot, she stayed loyal
Asked my girl if I died, will she get over me
She said not so quick
Replace me? Who will?
That's a different pick
But that's neither here nor there
Good and bad females everywhere
Love attracts girls like plants and meat attracts bears
They can be a man's best friend 
To the end
As well as nightmare
Break a woman's heart if you dare


Details | Free verse | |

A Dance with Chance

Chance, Chance, Do you want to dance? 
Dance, dance, toward me in the night. 
Hundreds of bodies to the left,
Hundreds of bodies to the right, 
Light everywhere and on everyone and up
To the ceiling we now go and then down 
to the floor we head low.
Yet, you shine as the only light
that I wish to completely fill my sight


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Arcanum Bride

She came to me - becharming was an' fair; 
resound of church bells call - remote Sunday; 
angelical her face in streams of air; 
she fled into my nothingness of gray..

She fled towards the gray - transformed to drops; 
above the fields accepted were her clouds; 
Amid the dusky shadows of tree tops, 
Imparted lives, my aloneness' Styx shrouds; 

Lone arbiter of my arcanum bride, 
my sentiments ascended - to orbit, 
a quilt of nimbus covered me and cried, 
my life became a flight - winds' chorded ambit! 

She stared at me from yonder stills, merry; 
Unreal she reached my soul but was lifeless; 
The trumps of Angels played in notes airy, 
her bridal offered pure affableness; 

In Acheronian lakes I loved her gleam; 
her thousand tears of rain, arcanum song; 
she fled above the cumulus to deem, 
and crown noctilucent my waxed lifelong.

© 02-16-2012, G. V., All Rights Reserved

(The poem is composed in Iambic tetrameter form.
The Iambic pentameter form is closer to it, as a substitute.)


Details | I do not know? | |

Where Am I And Where Is She

Where am i and where is she
Life's back on the way
But where is me?
Staring by the shore
Flowing by the bank
Still i question
Whom should i thank
For the life and things bright
Though been always told
Though being always hold
But neither is she
Then nor I
And the dreams in the eyes
Away it flies
Left in the eyes are watery tides
Left in my heart are painful bites
My heart on the left
Beats to the depth
As if it felt
Is tied By a belt
And waiting on the way
Where i am and Where She is!
Knocking her door till the heart vibes
Waiting for a dawn which alive my skies......


Details | Quatrain | |

She

She was my dream before I could dream,
She is my sun, my moon, my stars.
She’s the air in every breath I breathe,
She is the true Queen of my heart.

She is my warrior princess,
She is each moment of my time,
She’s the crimson coursing through my veins,
She is my art, my prose, my rhyme.

She is my strength to face the world,
She is my sword and shield.
She is my vulnerability,
At her whim, hurt or healed.

She is my missing jigsaw piece,
My half-soul’s one true mate.
She is my morn and starry night,
She’s my destiny, my fate.

She is my very Eden,
Where I’m Adam, she’s my rib,
God’s gift to me right from the first,
My Eve, my cause to live.

It’s her I’ve loved since time’s first dawn,
Yet veiled for years before
That first glance, yes, I knew her face,
And it’s her I’ll love forever more.


Details | Free verse | |

Who resembles you

 Who resembles you? 
A drunken night 
Or a jealous star 
A colored full moon 
Or shy cottage
Who resembles you? 
A virgin lark 
Or blond flower 
Who resembles love? 
Believing in you 
Who resembles a soul? 
Living in you 
Who resembles a heart? 
Pulsing for you
Who resembles a shadow? 
Walking beside you 
Who resembles a mirror? 
Reflecting your charm
All narrations of the past were illusion 
Not resembling you 
All butterflies of the world 
Were a tattoo in your hands 
Not resembling you 
All perfumes of the world 
Were a wine in your lips 
Not resembling you........ 


Details | Free verse | |

An Eternity

To speak of an eternity is to visualize your heart, one clear as a window -
Meant only for me to glance into
To come alive in your arms of serenity is to breathe warmth into my soul
Some wait a lifetime to feel the joys we shared together
And I am filled with gratitude in waves from the heavens above 
Silvery bells of music chime a sweet tune 
As water is to rocks, a partnership of comfort rushing to its destiny 
Man needs woman where they bond in the richness of giving 
Woman invites man in a passionate moment but it endures years of devotion 
Loves blazing jewels, a treasure to who keeps and cares for it 
The crystal throne clustered in the eyes of a lover’s journey
Trembling free on an oasis of a faithful trip to integrity 
Echo the gifts wondrous and pure of a man to woman matched from God
Love is for an eternity 




Details | I do not know? | |

Love Endures

Love floats by,


reaching,
tantalising,
meandering,


tip-toeing past pain,


leaping through walls,
weakening the barricades,


of the most private heart.



Love settles in,


trusting,
searching,
dissolving,


quietly beyond anguish,


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



Love stays, it is true,


love endures, as do you






Details | I do not know? | |

You and I



You and I.


You.

Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,

soothing,

alluring,

soaked in truth.



Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,

gentle,

tender,

enveloping my being.



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

unsaid,

yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.



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


I.

I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.


Now I stand,

alone,

empty,

desolate,

wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.




Details | Romanticism | |

Lauren

Oh what he'd give 
To be together with Lauren 
To wake up beside her 
Each and every morning

She's a beautiful girl
In every single way
He wonders if they'll ever be one
If he'll see her every day

He thinks about Lauren all through the night
Her face in his mind, burning so bright
There she is again, strolling right through his dreams
Today's the day he'll tell her, or so it seems

If only Lauren knew
Just how much she means to him
That just by seeing her
She sets his heart free...

But I love Lauren too
And my heart feels broken
My eyes, for her, are pouring
Thanks to many words unspoken

Because you see, I am pretty shy
Get nervous when she's around
Only when Lauren kindly greets me
Do I ever make a sound

Yet Lauren has changed me
In love, she made me believe
Her words have saved me
They've brought me to me knees

If only Lauren knew
Just how much she means to me
That just by seeing her
She sets my heart free...

Her heart is so open
And her eyes are so full of life
Oh how we love Lauren so
She'd make a beautiful wife

And oh how we'd love to hold Lauren's hand
And kiss her pretty face
We'd fight to be her man
To caress her in a sweet embrace

If only Lauren knew
Just how much she means to us
That just by seeing her
She sets our hearts free...

Well Lauren's at home now, her love on the shelf
Keeping busy, all by herself
Doing the things that she does
Unaware of the power,
The power of her love


Details | Kyrielle | |

Nigerian Queen

Nigerian Queen...You are all I desire, plus a whole lot more.
     You cool my raging fire, and take me places I've never been before.
Nigerian Queen...I will worship the ground you walk on, now and for all eternity!
     I'll kneel before your throne, and give you the very essence of me.
Nigerian Queen...Your accent makes me shiver, when you whisper in my ear.
     And your lips make me quiver, for they are softer than cashmere.
Nigerian Queen...Baby you affect me like no other woman ever has.
     You inject me with a craving, ripping and raving to taste your sweet azz!
Nigerian Queen...Your nectar is sweeter than honey, and I demand just a taste!
     My delicious chocolate bunny, lay back as I grip your waist.
Nigerian Queen...I love your luscious lips and plump backside;
     And with your thick hips, baby take me for a ride!
Nigerian Queen...I get lost in your hypnotic dark eyes, and tremble at your touch.
     I'll pay the cost, for I'm not a bit surprised, I never desired a woman so much!
Nigerian Queen...You fill my days with such bliss, and I need you more than you know.
     I'll seal this with a kiss, so let me take you beyond the rainbow!!!


Details | Free verse | |

A WOMAN OF VIRTUE

For nine months
With love and pain
With joy and suffering
In her womb she carried me
A mother she is 
And a woman of virtue.

When there was no one, she was the only one
Even left alone, she never leaves me alone
Indeed, she’s a mother 
And a woman of virtue.

When toddling, she cared
And still directs when I could run
She is a mother of the child and the adult
In her thoughts are all, even the descendants to come
Many names will I call her; “A mother of all”
And a Woman of Virtue.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

I AM A WOMAN

I walk
I talk
I possess an image
That image
I am the woman

The woman who is 
In absolute possession
Of the courage
As brave as a warriors staff
The woman who knows her rights 
And fights for it
I am the woman
With the “man”

I feel 
I heal
I possess a heart
That heart
I am the woman

The woman with 
An inner child
With an overflowing joy
With no worries bigger
The woman whose gleeing spirit
Brings hope to all
I am the woman
With the “womb”

I make
I create
I possess an art
That art
I am the woman

The woman herself
Stringing together
All pieces of earth
And soothing the broken
The woman whose arms
Wraps those she loves
I am the woman
That woman…

©Naa Takia, All Rights Reserved 2012


Details | Free verse | |

A Woman's Touch

You say my name.
Your deep voice slides through me, 
And lands in my swollen depths.
You mean something to me.
My yearning for your love, 
Forms into nectarous droplets, 
A testimony to the depth of my feeling for you.
I would enfold every part of you in my healing warmth, 
I would make you see the other side, 
Of all you have known.
And the light of loves understanding, 
Would shine from inside you.
You would emerge from inside me, 
A new man.
Strong, impervious to all, 
But this woman's touch.

Ruby Honeytip
© 2013


Details | Free verse | |

The Dreams don't last long anymore

Here, there, everywhere
tired and dreaming of her
long before she let go,
and I was happy,
lost now I feel nothing.
The dreams don't last long anymore,
not like they used too.
I awake in the middle of the night,
to a howling wind swirling outside my window,
the dark creeps on my heart,
I try to smile,
act as if I was a blind man,
but sadly that wish never comes
and I hug my pillow,
where her sweet head lay
in the days before,
tears run down my rough cheek
and wets the dry pillow case
of my soul.

-10-28-2013-


Details | Rhyme | |

One Last Time

Une dernière fois
Tes lèvres contre les miennes
Une dernière fois
Mes pensées seront tiennes

Une dernières fois
Communiquer avec nos yeux
Une dernières fois
Nos cœurs réunis tout les deux

Une dernière fois
Me sentir vivant
Encore une fois
Tes regards m’enivrant

Car a chaque fois
C’était le même bonheur
Qu’à chaque fois
Quand tu éliminais mes douleurs

Une dernière fois, une dernière fois

Faire ce rêve qui dure toujours
Le beau rêve de l’amour
Ce rêve devenu cauchemar
Ces joies devenues illusoires

Une dernière fois
Penser que c’était vrai
Une dernière fois
Comprendre ce qu’il m’est arrivé

Car cette fois
Je vois ta silhouette s’éloigner
Oui cette fois
Tu vas quitter ma vie

Mais cette fois
Attends un petit peu

Qu’une dernière fois
 Je puisse t’embrasser

Qu’une ultime fois
Je puisse t’aimer


Details | Free verse | |

Seeds of love

She planted seeds of love deep in my heart
that flourished and bloomed like a flower
nourished with tender care
and summer love
with soft warm kisses
that rained down on me
like a welcome refreshing
invigorating shower.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


Details | Elegy | |

Silent Prayer for her Son

Her words had meant a thousand meanings but still i felt no self healing
for i had hurt her, done her wrong, called her a slave and nothing beyond
she was african but i be white, does that make us different
to see through the eyes of life and feel the nature hell bent

So many days had i been white, to insult the african woman who worked so hard
her skin, dry from the planting seasons, her hair so ratted from the water loss outside
but that same night i had called her worthless and slave she bowed her head
and i as well for it was her last wish, and that made it sacred

"Dear Lord" she said as she began her prayer and her eyes filled with tears
her silent stature, blissed with love and pure confinement, shone though
she was african but i be white, does that make us not afraid to die
to fear the darkness of the night and worship all who makes light no questions no why

"May all who recieve thy lord's love, cry to the bloodshed moon
for if man and woman be forgotten the balance of evil and good
will perish and i have seen this for my eyes turned blind by work
but here i sit with the same girl who did so and wish her no harm"

To stand up felt wrong but as she did so i followed out into the pasture
looking about i noticed the cows this african had milked 'um so many
but she was confident and bent down to the dirt that had one blue rose
i bent also not knowing if what i did was because i felt anything that arose

"And dear lord let her memories have soem of my son's 
let the very feet he walked with be hers for i know they were strong
fast and smart he was but none know of he except me
but this girl right here will now know of his eternity"

And with that silent prayer sent to the heavens, i too began to cry
our shoulders shaked and our heads bobbed as the night engulfed us once more
she be african but i be white, does that make us sisters
yes, for we have both suffered and lost, loved and cherished, stood and cowered, worked till 
death with blisters



Details | Verse | |

When a woman loves a man

When a woman loves a man.

I went to the perfumer to make me a scent
to please the woman I love, she is Godsend!

He said I will make you a scent no woman has ever wore,
and in replace you must give me your soul.
 
I said my soul I don't own it belongs to my creator whom I belong,
But instead I will give you my land and my home.
 
Because when a woman loves a man it is all he needs
first to build her a home in his heart, then wherever she may please! 


Details | I do not know? | |

He Sat At The Bar

He sat at the bar,
She had just left
To use the restroom,
And he pondered
His situation.

Yes,
She was beautiful,
Curves in the right places,
Weave perfectly done,
Not a track in sight,
Outfit exhibiting all
That God had blessed her with,
But.....

But she spent more time
In the hairdresser's chair
Than she spent in bookstores.
Philosophical conversations
Left him confused and
He was a philosophy major.

Yes,
She was pretty,
But she was like
A beautiful vase,
Pretty on the outside,
Empty on the inside.

He sat at the bar,
Trying to put words together
Kind enough 
Not to damage her ego,
Strong enough
To let her know
That they were over.

Words pulled him
From his thoughts,
They came from somewhere
Behind him,
They were a mix of 
Male and female,
Peppered with a rhetoric
His mind hungered for.

Slowly, he turned around,
Searching the bar
For a couple 
In deep conversation.
They sat two yards away,
Two book ends,
Brother and sister.

He sipped his whiskey,
Pretending to be taking in
The whole bar scene,
But he was really
Fixated on her,
Fixated on the dialogue.

She was no stunner
By society's standards,
But the more she spoke,
The more he was enamored.
She glance his way
And smiled, not knowing
That in that gesture 
She stole his heart.

Just as he was about 
To stand,
To join them,
To introduce himself,
To join this battle of words,
His woman appeared.

She whispered naughty things,
Delicious, seductive things,
Things that would have made
Him forget himself.

Not this time,
Or any time in the future.
He spread out the 
Roughly sewn patchwork
Of words he had planned to tell her,
Then he bid her goodbye,
Slipping out of her grasp.

He didn't join
The brother and sister,
He just walked out of the bar.
He was not that kind of guy,
The kind that would
Break up with one woman
And pursue another
In the space of five minutes.

It was two weeks later
When he saw the sister again,
This time, he joined her,
This time, he introduced himself,
This time, he planned to be with
A woman that stimulated him
Mind, body and soul.


Details | Ballad | |

I love the Singer in an All Girl Band

I love the Singer in an All Girl Band 
Loch David Crane, 1976

I dreamed about  'ya in your pixie shoes
and watched ‘ya stomp on all my blues;
I dreamed about 'ya in your fishnet tights
and how ‘ya kept me up all night.

I dreamed about 'ya next day too      
when my mind should'a been on school.
I dreamed about ‘ya in your leather skirt
‘til my heart began to throb and hurt.

I dreamed about 'ya at a biker dance,
a third leg grew inside my pants.
I dreamed about 'ya and what I’d do
if I could go to bed with you---

But you don't know me an' I think it's true
that I could never succeed with you.
I may as well make other plans
'cause I love the singer in All Girl Band.

My heart is locked in my rib cage
prisoner of a new-wave age; 
the only way to set it free
is if you will make love to me.

I've seen the future-- it's black and blue
from random violence, dancin' too;
but that is where I'll have to stand
'cause I love the singer in All Girl Band.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Woman

She is a woman worthy of admiration
A woman of independence and strength
A woman like a goddess with her own constellation
A woman with intelligence at great length.

She is a woman with great compassion and love
A woman with a heart bigger than her smile
A woman who gives you a since of peace like a dove
A woman who’s loyalty and trust stretches farther than the Nile.

She is a woman of great beauty to desire
A woman you’ll feel blessed just being in her presence
A woman who’s passion burns like fire
A woman who will addict you to her essence.

I speak of the woman to which I can’t live without
The woman who I can’t stop thinking of
The woman to whom I would like to shout
You are the only woman that I will love!!!


Details | Rhyme | |

Liar

Flickering in— out.
Wounds stitched with fidgeting,
Fisted finality.  

She is.
She was.

There was a dream for which I was awake,  
A glorified foolishness and tragic mistake.

Love—O love!
Like a feverish thief, she reels,
From my arms to the bed—
From my head over heels.

O, you beautiful disaster,
You fictitious lure,
You ponderous nothingness,
Imprudent and impure.

Like petals, I shed,
Nude and undone.
Sheared and severe—
A moon without sun.

Swiftly I buckled at your unfettered charm,
As your fingertips caressingly weaved down my arm.

And surrendered myself like a teetering child,
Standing aghast at the gate to the wild.

Liar. 

The word yanks at the stitches that burst unsewn,
Shrieks into the deafness of happiness once known.   

Now I know.
Now I do. 
How I had such grandiose feelings for you—

They were as slippery as god;
They were thick and reeked of rain.
And though jarred and disenchanted, 
They somehow still remain.

Even so, you are just a thing,
With one mouth and two eyes.
And kissable lips that fleetingly dripped

The most gorgeous string of lies.


Details | Quatern | |

A tall crystal wine glass

A tall crystal wine glass stands.
In awe and delight, I am found.
A beauty in the meadow lands,
To many you have life astound.

You, delicate, impermeable;
A tall crystal wine glass stands.
I, weak, proud, impenetrable;
Try to hold me and life confounds.

Seems stable, firm and unperturbed,
Pour anything and shape’s the same.
A tall crystal wine glass stands,
Even the lover’s lips can’t tame.

Stem is for you to hold me;
My bowl, for kindness that expands
To me; that I no longer be
A tall crystal wine glass stands.


Details | Free verse | |

What can I do

I never flew
with a flock of birds,
I cannot fly like a bird;
Never did I fly.

I never smelled sweet
like the flowering bough,
I cannot smell like the flower;
Never did I smell sweet.

I never loved
a woman whom
I did not chance to meet,
I cannot love the woman;
Never did I love.

I never sang
the song I did not
chance to write,
I cannot sing the song;
Never did I sing.

I never saw
into the heart of hearts,
I cannot see the heart;
Never did I see.

I never knew
the Unknown whom
I did not chance to know,
I cannot know the Unknown;
Never did I know.

What then can be done?
Only that which I cannot do!

But then really...
Will I ever come to fly,
Or love a woman whom
I did not chance to meet,
And give voice to a song
I never shall compose,
Or have a true
heart-to-heart communion
when I cannot peek into the heart?

And truly,
Will I ever come to revere
Someone I never shall know?


Details | Rhyme | |

Heaven Sent By The Love Expert

Asked the Lord for a sign and received an exquisite design
A woman so divine her imprint burned within my mind
Searched for her for so long envisioned her in love songs
Left her aura on me so strong I knew this was where I belonged

Now I wanna be the shoulders she can rest her burdens upon
Even if the size of boulders I still want to be the one
She saw behind my encasing and began the inner man embracing
He was patiently waiting for this woman to calm his mental raging

 If she accepts he will give her all of him unequivocally
He has had visions of her throughout his life subconsciously
He has lovingly looked deep into her eyes In many a dream
She has unknowingly touched his heart and now for her it screams

 He has crowned her his queen she now spoon feeds his soul
Their made for each other strive for the same goals
I'll never betray her I see in her comfort
Put this love in Gods hands he's the only expert


Details | I do not know? | |

Grace Of Heaven Woman

Woman is a song 
Only men in rare few can recite 
Woman is grace 
In rose
Only in embrace holy land
 Could rise
Woman is a golden bird of heaven
Who breathe
In wings hug
Warm  of free breath
Flutters with heart's beat
Sweet matured in within peace
In nap of bosom  love
 Praised  raised ere in ease
 Kiss  blossom in dips - honey
In dearly her adore sweet 
 Buds in dew's - passion
Her bliss in life


Details | Verse | |

Crying out

Crying out loud,
Crying for no reason,
A girl without future,
A girl stuck in the prison.

Where dreams are coming out?
When they take her dreams away?
A girl without future,
A girl without desire.

How many things are missed?
How many words are left unsaid?
A girl is crying out,
A girl stuck in the world.

Where is an explanation?
Where is a hero?
Is it fine now when
Girls within are still believers
But outside they hate
Every detail and season
Hidden in the eyes of men?


Details | Free verse | |

The Black Sea

Drowning in her black sea of waves 
tumbling down her waterfall of black curls
Docking my ship on her serene waters
unloading my cargo of thoughts and ideas
diving into the depths of her psyche 
swimming in the ocean of her essences 
that is woman
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red 
Seven aka The Green Poet
aka The Brown Philosopher


Details | Rhyme | |

Every Woman

Every woman deserves a chance

Every woman needs some romance

Every woman has some love to give

Every woman wants a life to live



Every woman is living a secret wish

Every woman wants a slow kiss

Every woman can give so much

Every woman wants to feel a touch



Every woman has a dream to share

Every woman just wants to care

Every woman should not be alone

Every woman must have a heart to own



Every woman wants to be a mother

Every woman desires to be a lover

Every woman will give you her heart

Every woman waits for love to start





Details | I do not know? | |

'Araby' revised

Setting: a cafe, chamonix, in hand a tea.
Across- a woman, seated, not seeing me.

Embarrassed I am,
that I, a questionable I, 
like a lamb: 97 and 1 kilogram,
am engulfed by her,
like Noah by heavanly mer.

Can I help it?- No!
That this Helen
this doe 
or maybe Annabel of Poe
has transfixed me so
No!

For she, unbeknowest to anyone but me,
has -- like a jockey to horse--
narrowed my vision, my every decision.

My goals, my independent roles,
are all now but foes
Dürers'crows
to that of this woman,
to that of this Syren;
A homeric vision calling my name,
my thoughts [set completely in frame].

For she is Femme French,
whose lip, whose tongue, whose
unequaled gaze,
melts hearts, muffles minds, and
spirits sets a daze;

She is a picture Romaine-
a poetic refrain-
a Cloud Loraine- 
Tout l'univers(se), turning perverse-
all those once sane.

And when you, pardon- she
speaks; «please, more tea»
she, unknowingly, speaks to me,
wow, she trully speaks to me. 

Votre langue francais,
what can I say.
We in the west, at our best
butcher and hack at our speach,
yet you- lyrically spue- a harmonious
coo,
a ventricular breech....

Our « (c)(h)(o)(c)(o)(l)(a)(t)(e), »
americanized, anglasized,
Is not as sweet as your---
« chocolat »--- taste that
mmmm-hmmm
tis better, the way you pronounce every letter
as in decrouver, or illuminer.

To think, that this, your verbal kiss, 
turns me so amiss.

But lets ((focus))- back to the Now,
sitting in chair, starring at her hair-
tied back, pulled back, let's get abstract:
lips parted, bangs parted.
Her cheeks lifted- my heart uplifted.
Facial confusion!
Her eyes whisper, « mister, »
maybe sinister?
Who knows, maybeee... the nose!
Striking a pose-
Running, twitching, creating true woes-
in a heart that weeps, reeps, but rarely sows.

Now you can see what she does to me.
my mind is adrift, but who cares- What a Gift!
To be lost in her presence- a humble
peasant- in the present is a present.

So- I'm sitting in a chair,
staring, glaring, intimately at her,
seeking, searching, for our eyes to
meet, to greet, in lustful heat,
for her to return my gaze
and to be lost in that haze till the
end of my days....

But wait....    What is this.      
Something is amiss.
A realization, a boner?
OH GOD....
I have a boner...
shit. I'm just another creepy loner. 


Details | Free verse | |

Just A Woman

As a woman, I am vain. I saw myself being loved and adored, without thinking that illusion is like a ROSE - it only lives for a short time. You talked to me about your love and made me feel so special. With your words you hypnotized me and made me go into a daze. I imagined myself being in heaven - a heaven so blue with only you. Taking advantage of my daze, you said, let me kneel so I can adore you. Seeing you on your knees - I gave you a kiss. I kissed you with fire, I kissed you with passion. It's not your fault and it's not mine - for love and passion are not a crime. I have to confess, that a kiss of passion - even if it almost drives you insane - it's the greatest pleasure you can feel, when two people feel the same. I'm just a woman - what do you know? If I'm having a dream, it feels so real. So why don't you come and awaken me and make my dream become real...
Copyright: Written By Lucilla M. Carrillo


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

An Angel's Craft

I heard an angel speak last night and he said "write"
With lantern light weary I write this morbid night
The moon above the meadows move in gloomy mist
With pen in hand, hermit a man and death amidst
Oh shall I walk the aisles of graves and hundred names
With flowers full of life financed on furnished frames
Below the wind and warmth of night do whispers woe
In fear I'm not for I care take of those below

For I have seen many a man and woman cry
And I have seen many a man and woman lie
Distilled in death with only breath of the beloved
Mourning above...mornings above heavenly loved
But something is a happening around the night
If not a dream how dost darkness so quicketh light
How frogs appear around lilies that left the fog
Where branches dance with trees beyond their childrens log
As ponds appear upon plateau of grave and sand
And stars above nomadic night come down to land
And voices of the birds play like a violin
And whispers of the wind hum like a hundred men!

It is at this moment that wings appeared to be
Uplifted from the back of her in front of me
Dear Angel, ye are he that spoketh write of thee
But in the nude in front of me am I to flee?

With hair in waves and arms extended out to see
Appeared to me...appeared to be...a flame of sea
That swept the cemeteries floor with torch and fire
And all in death consumeth life 'twas her aspire
A paradise on earth and wedding full of life
As they I have buried myself were full of light!

Women and men and children spread
A graduation of the dead
Ceremonious gift of beings
Thy conquered death, thy wearest wings!

Forth in her hands were flowers of a thousand-fold
And when she walked her footsteps formed a flood of gold
With every step a flower from her drew to ground
In mystic motion as she moved her wings would sound
Just like a brush of wind, angelic crystal wings
Face of fertility that wore a crown of rings
Unselfish all in all with fingernails of fire
Did pierce my heart into my soul a strong desire
To learn to love and love to live and live to give
Yes even in the dire darkness something lives

Believe me not and no one shall when I doth tell
The timid night I heard an Angel's voice exhale

Oh Angel it is thy that is in sacred stone
That came to me in flesh and now thy flesh is gone

Johnny Sumler
June 17, 2011
Angels In Cemeteries


Details | I do not know? | |

Miss Cocaine

I'm the other womem in your man's life. Cocaine or Miss Candy, I'm the second wife. He uses you to take your money, but he spends it on me cause I'm his real honey. He takes me on trips and indtroduces me to his friends We party all night our good times never end. I'm his sweet lady, I keep him on his high I'm the one that will be with him until he die. I'm the woman with him through the fire, storm and rain I'm the woman with him through all of his pain. The nights you put him out, I'm the woman that he calls I'm the one that picks him up whenever he takes a fall. So, girlfriend don't waste your time crying cause your man's not acting right Get over it and learn to share cause he will be loving Miss Cocaine tonight.


Details | Light Poetry | |

child of dust

                                                             Child of dust
Stared in the mirror for her worries to disappear
But that was impossible for her troubles were near
Child of dust don’t depart on this dreadful art
You must fight for your place in this path
Child of dust don’t be blown away 
Like wind in the air...
Stay strong and act on this art of life 

Paint your own phrase  
Let your world be known
How you got back home 
Were the blankets are so warm
Tell your story, tell your says
Child of dust don’t run away

Face your fears, for they’re your past
And create your future on this broken ark...
Stand up and clean your dirt 
For time has taken its torn
You are more than that of what they think of...
Remember the times you cried
Now let your tears be heard 
Child of dust you’re a golden star
Don’t let them bring you down

For you have walked the darkest paths in this life 
And felt the bitterness of their says down your toes
‘‘Saying you can’t’’
‘‘Saying you won’t’’
‘‘saying you will never’’
But now that you found your way out
Embrace it for last.

 





Details | Classicism | |

Calling Out

The shadows over take my mind at times

but your love stands so true for me

it takes care of the pain I feel

but when the shadows call it seems so loud

when your soft whisper is covered by clouds

Why so faint is Thy voice for me

did I fall to hard inside this hole



Do the clouds stand so close for a reason

let me out of this season of darkness

let me hold Thy hand inside mine

keep me warm and fill my heart



I love the way you touch my face

when the tears fall and you open your warm Embrace



Your truth is all I need to live

a true life for all to see

your hand and love guiding me



But I can't walk this road alone

I need to hear your voice inside

I need your touch so very much



I see the pain and feel it to

I need your love to lift the blue's

Take me now and use my life

Help me Lord, to escape the strife.



Written By:©Betty Bolden


Details | Free verse | |

Queen Esther

(Esther 5: 2)



The King Held Out To Esther
The Golden Scepter
That Was In His Hand

She Was His Queen
The Woman Who Fulfilled His Dreams
One of The Most Beautiful In All His Lands

But It Was Persian Law For All
That Those The King Did Not Call
Would Be Struck Down Where They Stand!

Yet Brave & Beautiful Queen Esther
Whose Godly Faith Never Left Her
To Save Her People, Entered As Planned

Because There Was A Plot
Devised In Anger So Hot ...
By That Prideful, Wicked Prince Haman

To Kill All Esther's People
Haman Schemed So Evil
But The King Didn't Know Why It Began

... Or That Esther Was A Jew
In The Line of Hebrews
Who Worship The One GOD So Grand

But There Was No Hesitation
In Ahasuerus' Heart Designation
Towards This Woman Who Stood Royal & Serene

She Held Ahasuerus' Affection
and Did Not Suffer Rejection
As She Humbly Walked In, As His Queen

I Imagine All Got Quiet
Waiting For Swords To Riot
And See Esther's Head Roll Across The Floor

But At The Sight of Her Dignity
The Scepter Pointed Implicitly
To Grant Esther Whatever She Implored

And Oh, The Interplay
of Emotions That Day
Between This Woman & Her Loving Man

When The King Held Out To Esther
His Golden Scepter
... That Was In The Power of His Hand

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


(Part 2)

Oh, And That Wicked Haman Was Hanged
And His Family Shared The Blame
But Esther's People Were Saved From Judah To Benjamin, To Dan


( Walk-On Hadassah - Walk-On ! )


                    Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/15/2013 
                    by:  MoonBee Canady



I have always loved the story of Queen Esther ... This is a love story that has it all - - a lovely-hearted, modest girl, (replacing a vain and arrogant queen) ... then getting royally pampered, massaged in expensive, perfumed oils, lots of clothes and jewels, winning a beauty pageant, finding true love, conflict and suspense and lastly the heroine saves the day (and oh, did I mention that she was an orphan?) ... 'Com' on Movie-Makers - we could enjoy a lot more of this ... MoonBee 


Details | Rhyme | |

There Was A Woman Alone And Afraid


There was a woman,
alone and afraid...
Her husband left her…
She felt betrayed!

I remember seeing her look
of despair…
Was there anyone who
really cared?

This was a very
 difficult situation.
A lot of heartache and frustration!

I remember seeing her 
 at church before.
But no one sees her anymore!

People would pass her by,
Seemingly, not concerned…
Even though things in her life,
had taken “the wrong turn.”

Aren’t we to help the widows
 and single mothers too?
This is what God’s word 
asks of me and you!

As the body of Christ... 
We should serve one another.
Reaching out to the widow
 and single mother.

We must let them know they’re
not forgotten!
Before their lives hit
“rock bottom”

This is a command Christ 
Wants us to do!
He’d do the same for 
ME and for YOU!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Sonnet | |

I have felt your hand

 I felt your hand between her hand and mine,
 Your breath I've tasted on these lips I kissed,
 A shadow falls amid the songs and wine,
 And I am desolate from all I've missed.
 For though the night is but for passions spent,
 Her breast upon my chest so softly lay
 And in the comforts of her charms and scent,
 I think of what I've lost from loves decay.
 Oh how I've tried to put you from my mind,
 To place our memories upon the pyre,
 But as the morning breaks I only find,
 The hunger for your touch and my desire.
 And in the dawning light when tears are shed
 I think of you my love and bow my head.


Details | Rhyme | |

Why Do Guys Cheat???

I have everything at home, but yet I cheat and leave my love all alone.

This girl is new to my world and brings me such peace, she cooks me food and rub my back 
when I fall asleep!

She is sweet and kind, with a love so pure that is so hard to find!

She is everything that I would want a women to be, but for some reason I still seem to cheat!

She's a great woman and there's no lie about that, I do believe this woman will always have 
my back!

But I'm caught in world surrounded by lust, she gave me her heart and I destoryed her trust!

I have no good reason so I'll tell you no lie, it was just something new that I wanted to try!

You asked me why I cheated on you, I gave you no reason just said that I truly love you!

And if you take back it will never happen again, not understand that I just killed my best 
friend, from deep with in!

I crushed her heart and shatter her dreams, because my love for her was just a fling!

Now its time for my to pay, I wish I could take away that day!

The day I said I love you too, when I know deep in my heart that those lines just wasn't true!

Now its' to late and the game is up, she's done with my stuff and said she had enough!

Now I must say goodby, to what was once a good life but a terrble lie!

Even to the end I never gave you a good reason, why my love changed like the seasons!

So why do guys cheat, thats a good question to know, maybe the ones that cheat will one 
day let us know!

Why do guys Cheat By Clarence B. Bowser Jr. the III


Details | ABC | |

Sometimes I Like To Pretend Things Never Came To A End

Sometimes I like to pretend, things never came to a end. But over time, our love became a crime. I didn't know what we had, would ever end so bad. But then I knew things weren't right, when we started to fight. Now I walk down memory lane all the time, the pain is worst then committing a crime. We only caused eachother pain, but we were eachothers maine. I thought things would be alright, but I cried alot that night. I don't want things to change, without you my life is strange. You said you wanted me so much it started to hurt that you couldn't wait, now im just another person you hate. When you said you didn't care, I knew the person I loved was no longer there. You aren't the same, the new you is lame. We both fell, now it's hell. You use to always be here for me, like family. But now your nowhere in sight, things aren't right. Empty is all that I can feel, I still can't believe this is real. I didn't mean to let you get away, I didn't know what to say. Am i with the right guy, or am i telling myself a lie. I was afraid to loose what we had, but to you that choice was bad.


Details | Romanticism | |

Hand In Hand

My love and I
We decided to go for a midnight stroll
Gaze up at the birds in the sky
And watch the time slowly roll

So by the park, the two of us, together
Walked through this world, we'll change it, make a stand
I will love this girl forever
We're all alone tonight, Hand In Hand

She embraced the world, nature was her passion
Her eyes drowning with love and life
A traditional girl, not caught up by the latest fashion
I know she'd make a beautiful mother, and wife

She asked if I loved her that night
So I took her up to a hill, overlooking the land
As she, It was a beautiful sight
And I kissed her lips, Hand In Hand


Details | Romanticism | |

I Will Have my Woman, One Day

I've seen my brother
walking the four corners of the Earth.
In search for something new, or possibly
Someone new.

I've seen the desperate men,
With their heads full with hair,
and dressed in fancy and expensive suits,
bark like dogs when young women roll by.
They do not care what people think of them,
...Just like dogs.

I sit at my window, and peek my head out.
I see the desperate men putting on shows for naive girls.
I sit at my window,
waiting for that one day.
That one knock upon my door,
but so far nothing in hopes of me
falling in Love.

Still I wait.
I see foolish girls falling for dogs,
Who wake the next morning with flees and the dog no where in sight,
and I laugh, huh!
But the dogs bark at me for laughing.

Still I wait.
I do not worry for my time with Love will come.
See tat it is a soft, October night
A true woman will come and pay me a visit with a knock upon my door.

Not just any old woman.
A woman with class,
Who is longing for a man,
Who will love her back,
She will be kind and gentle.

She will come one day,
mabye in the month of May, June or July,
Then I will have the last laugh and say over those dogs,
Who barked at me.

I will have my woman, one day!


Details | Free verse | |

The Whores are my Women

I walk alone on freezing cold gutters,
with my jacket that has no buttons,
and shoes with the holes at the soles of my feet,
and the women look at me and gag,
they cry, they faint, they run away, they sigh,
they don't spare a passing glance,
they are the horrid creatures that have no soul.

Then there are the whores.
Yes, the whores stay with me,
they look at me and see a real man,
they see a real poet,
they see a real artist,
who really and truely starves for his art,
and they all admire me and what I stand for.

When I come around,
they tag along,
they sigh in relief when they see me
and they huddle around me
and they admire me
and I admire all of them.
They are my women
who ask nothing from me,
not one thing, yet they stay by my side.
They don't look at beauty, nor how big my bank account is,
they come as they are and look at me for what I really am.
They admire me, they love me,
they can't get enough of me,
and I can't get enough of them.
They all treat me right,
and I admire them for going out of their way for me.

Love is real, when real people appriciate real people.
Love is there when they sit there and listen to me
read my poems and they laugh and smile at me
and my creative genius.
The whores are my women,
and I love them for that, and I smile,
my heart laughs and they laugh with me,
because their my women
and I love them for that.

-10/23/2013


Details | Romanticism | |

Tell me, isn't that Love

Stop, breathe, and listen to me.
Listen to my love song
that I sing to you,
alone in the nidst of the twilight.

See my tears roll down my face,
as I see you walk away into the distance.
As I try to shower you with affection and heart-felt kisses,
Still you accept them without noticing and continue to walk on.

Stop, so I can catch up
and show you love!
To pick you a flower,
to walk with you,
buy you vanilla ice cream
and we sit on the park benches
near the fog covered bay
as the ships sail across, passing each other
and ringing eachother's bells saying, "hello" to one another.
As we sit on those lonesome park benches,
and we catch up.

As the hands of a clock come together at nidnight
and the neon fireworks blast and explode off
into beautiful and cheerful colors.
As you look up at the beauty
I shall steal a kiss upon your sweet cheek.

Now, tell me my love, isn't that love?


Details | Free verse | |

Who turns off this world


 Honey! 
Who turns off this world? 
And makes my destiny between your hands
If you are a part of my dreams
I will never dream
You are all dreams
These are my heart windows
Are opened for scepter
Are opened for love and dreams 
And the dreams are crying every year
Oh. the virgin! 
How the dreams cry? 
How the foam of the sea and shy sands cry? 
And the gulls are immigrating every year
Are your eyes similar to lilies? 
Who turns off the world? 
And plants a candle over rainbow
To live in a world of illusion
Faraway from the purple? 


Details | I do not know? | |

My Madness, Me

My Madness, Me...


Confined by this straight-jacket,
strapped in, numb and dumbed,
a washed-out, has-been, also-ran,

body, eyes, the equilibrium of mind,
rattling like stones in an old tin-can.


Still, I am, 

I am,

and I am unchained,

my dreams taking flight, soaring,
above these claustrophobic walls,
of synapses, and dungeons of stone,

swooping through green valleys,
taking a detour to savour the joys,

soaked in torrential, evergreen memories,
of a younger man, with passion in his bone.

I am.

My wings unclipped, unshackled, free,

I am, and though I am unable to see,

I am.

At long last,

me...



Details | Epigram | |

YOUR PROMISE

YOUR PROMISE


Your promise of being
Together, 
Filled my heart with an 
Optimistic breeze, 
Causing  
The lingering there fears, to 
Take flight 
Into 
The night of oblivion
And 
To forever disappear!

© Demetrios Trifiatis
    22 APRIL 2013


Details | Lyric | |

Drum Beat

Boom boom tap.
Boom boom tap.
Boom boom tap.
Holy. Freaking. Crap.

Here come the snare drums,
With the bass drums,
And the cymbals,
The band follows.

I have a secret.
Everyone knows it.
And I don't know about,
If I can contain this shout.

And I don't know,
If I can take it anymore.

I got that drum beat.
Not just in my feet,
But in my heart.
But it's just too hard.
This girl's got her drum beat.
She can take the heat.
But when it comes to love,
She's... Down to drugs.
But not those kind where,
You can feel fear.
It's already there.

Tap tap tap.
Boom-de-tap-tap.
The marching band's coming.
You better start moving.

They don't stop.
All of them just stomp- stomp- stooooomp.


I got that drum beat.
Not just in my feet,
But in my heart.
But it's just too hard.
This girl's got her drum beat.
She can take the heat.
But when it comes to love,
She's... Down to drugs.
But not those kind where,
You can feel fear.
It's already there.

This song probably makes,
No sense.
But there's really no,
Deep meaning.

These are the facts...
Literally everyone goes,
Crap, crap, crap.

I got that drum beat.
Not just in my feet,
But in my heart.
But it's just too hard.
This girl's got her drum beat.
She can take the heat.
But when it comes to love,
She's... Down to drugs.
But not those kind where,
You can feel fear.
It's already there.

Zoom zoom zoom.
Zoom te zoom zoom.
My heart goes boom boom.
But you just see it through.
Like it's a clear,
Drum beat.


Details | Rhyme | |

When Is Right Now

When can I say I love you,
Without it being premature?
Do you search for the one that wants to
Prove you're worth fighting for?

When will your walls break down,
And your heart speak what I'd say?
Tell me, what time is right now,
And when this love is okay?




©2013 Poetic Justice
For P.D.'s "Longing Poems" Poetry Contest
6th Place


Details | Rhyme | |

Secret Touch

God created woman
Just as God created man
However I think woman are the most precious
Let me help you understand
A woman bares fruit that a man cannot produce
Just a man has has certain tools, which some women are desperate to put to use
Women are different, sensual and soft inside
The exterior isn't always that way
Look hard enough & her simplicity you may find
Yes we are complicated and at times hard to read 
We are strong and slick at the mouth
Some of us full of lust and greed
Yes that sounded blunt
However my words blunt and true
You know some of these descriptions somehow express the woman in you
Long hair, Short hair and some straight bald
Different shapes and sizes
Different explicit names we are called
A woman I am, And Women I  love
To my appeal, there's nothing like a woman's touch
The softness of her lips
Like the Silk of my sheets
The beauty of her presence
The innocence that glows while she sleeps
The curves of her shape i see clearly through a tinted screen
A woman's Ora is like a drug
So I guess most men are considered feigns. 
They say its a mans world
Which is quite comical to me
Because without women in this world 
A man cant even succeed
We are the back bone
We are the foundation
Women are a blessing
A blessing with complications
I love my gender
And trust when I say they love me
Two women powered together
With that only Glory I foresee
Look at us women
The world is blessed to have us
Believe me when I say
There's nothing like a woman's touch


Details | Verse | |

Mistress

There as she sat waiting for her lover to come, a night watcher silently stood gazing from behind. Time is passing, and candle's light dancing to the silence of the night: Here he is I hear his footsteps coming, or is this the sound of my heart beating fast.


Details | Free verse | |

I See You Everywhere

What do I say now? Where do I start?
Without you beside me, I'm falling apart
Thinking of you, know it isn't too smart
But I See You Everywhere, oh my poor heart

Love in her ways
She drifts slowly past me
A spring in her step
Oh she's moving too fastly
Upside down now
She turns my heart and soul
Reflecting in my mind
And in my heart, a hole
Every time she crosses my mind
I'm reminded of the pain
No chance to love her
She'll forget my name

So what do I say now? And where do I start?
Because without you beside me girl, I'm falling apart
Thinking of you, I know it isn't too smart
But I Still See You Everywhere, and oh my poor heart


Details | I do not know? | |

The Sieve of Time



The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.


Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.


Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.



Details | Rhyme | |

track 18

thanks for the tea, heres something about me
nothing beats poetry, sitting underneath a tree
thankin' my family for a strong identity
people watching cause its free, beauty in the scene
has me staring with a cheese, a smile at what i see
possibly a dream,  caught up mentally 
imagining a few things, with this human being
who has the sweetest energy, soulfood like collard greens
all fools falling means I'm really dumber than I seem
being intelligent isn't just from memory
its handling impermanence light and sensibly
and lady I'm feeling your sultry melodies
we'd be crowded if its three, sit and be my company
must be a chemistry major cause the reactions meant to be
the love we can achieve, is safe from any thieves
 hold em from my queen, hearts tucked into my sleeve


Details | Rhyme | |

Joojoo Voodoo Child

For as long as I can remember
Me madda was de head voodoo club member
She taught me how to make love potion
To mess with der woman emotion

So me meet dis lovely girl 
Seeing ‘er, give me a mighty trill
Me make a love potion I confess
From a piece of ‘er nighty dress

Mix it wit da loose hairs I find spare
From me teet and ‘er underwear
Put a drop a me sista’s joojoo
Me perform de dance from de club voodoo

Throw in me madda’s secret potion
And give me girl as a hand and face lotion
For a year everyting sweet
Me girl an animal love treat

Until one day I notice de hair
Growing on her hands and ‘er face
De one me puck from me teet and her underwear
She look like she not from de human race

‘er back bend, knuckles drag upun de floor
Der woman get a whole lot a chunky
She want me twenty five times a day, me sore
Each day me see her she look more like a monkey

O’ Madda your potion no work, why you lie?
Your son he been abused, he sore and he cry
Dis woman ruin your son life
He wake up to find she is his wife…


Details | Free verse | |

Girl

Girl, did ya ever find a guy and wonder
Why’s he seem more than a friend?
He takes you over and under
A starry night outside your bed
Can it be he wants to last?
He cancels dates just way too fast
The tension’s drawn it’s hard to see
The things to be that I can feel


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Contrast

Pharisee went into the Temple to pray
Sure of his goodness and love for God
He prayed confidently about his deeds
Fasting, tithing, praying, He did faithfully
 
This man was glad when the sinner came
Into the Temple with eyes downcast.
For it gave a perfect contrast to himself.
So he thanked God he wasn't like this sinner.
 
Sinner was bowed so very low before God.
"God have mercy on me a sinner." he whispered.
No list of good uttered, as he could see none.
Jesus said Sinner not Pharisee was justified.
 
Simon the Pharisee invited Jesus over to eat.
Simon didn't have servants wash Jesus feet
He didn't kiss Jesus or draw near for fear,
Fear of what others Pharisees would think.
 
In came a sinful woman with unkempt hair.
She wept at Jesus feet without looking up.
Carefully she wiped these feet with her hair.
Simon was now sure Jesus was no prophet
 
A prophet could surely tell she was a sinner.
How could he let her touch him that way?
Reading Simon's thoughts Jesus taught.
Using this contrast in real life as a lesson.
 
He asked Simon if there were two debts
One greater, one lesser and both forgiven.
Who would feel greater love and gratitude?
Simon replied, "The one whose debt was greater"
 
"Correct" said the One who would pay all debts.
Those who know their debt to God is great.
Are filled with greater love toward the Savior.
Simon showed he had little need for the Christ.
 
But to the woman. Jesus said, "You sins are forgiven."
"Go and sin no more." She stood free and esteemed
Precious are those who come humbly to the Lord
He will forgive and welcome them to His Family forever.
 
Humility. Pride. Contrast. Mixed in all of us.
People who come to God feeling worthless, Christ lifts up.
People striding in proudly, Jesus humbles to allow entry.
For the Lord's Kingdom's door is incredibly low.
So low that we enter only through true confession
From the heart to Jesus as Savior who humbled Himself
Coming down from glory to earth's mess to make a Way.
By humbling Himself on a Cross – Universe's God tortured.
 
Jesus contrast makes ours seem small – so why wait?
May we take the humble road to Life, risen Christ made.
Joining God's family of forgiven, freed, joyful sinners.
New life's contrast with old will grow as we follow Him.
 
By a thankful sinner now saint by Jesus' grace


Details | Romanticism | |

Distant Love

   Thousands of miles across the seas,
The woman I love is waiting for me .
    How the distance between us seems so hard ,
I can smile on the outside but not in my heart.
    In my arms I would hold her so very tight ,
Hugging and kissing her all through the night .
    Laying there beside her so soft and warm,
How I thank the Lord the day she was born.
   The Joy and happiness she brings to my life ,
Anxiously I am waiting to make her my wife.
    As the bright moon's glow shines down on  me ,
Warming and confirming me just what shall be.
    Making memories of our love is what you will see,
Never forgetting  the day she fell in love with me.
    I will cherrish and love her till the end of all time
Hand & hand we 'walk showing the world she is mine.
    My heart pounds hard & fast as I breathe with a sigh ,
How I fell so deeply in love when I look into her eyes .
    But this woman I have fallen in love with you see,
Here she will begin the life that God had planned for me.

TAC


Details | Free verse | |

New Love

Have you ever listened to the talks of an old man?
Who was getting ready to go to never-never land
He sits and talks about his extensive life
And if married he talks about his wife

She was a magnificent woman he will say
But only if she has already gone away
For the ones that are still alive and well
These men wish they would go to hell

What is it about a woman that we love so much?
Is it their glaze or their tender touch?
We curse the earth when they are alive and well
And miss them dearly when they have gone to dwell

Then a new love does arise
That completely takes a man by surprise
He would do anything you see
Even get down on his knee

The days go by and then the years
Living through laughter and the tears
When you find the one you love the most
Treat her well even when she’s a ghost

The girl I have met I can finally see
She was the one that was meant for me
There is no anger and no pain
Only a chance to live once again

To you my dear I can honestly say
I want to be with you everyday
Even if I’m about to die
I will always love you that’s no lie

So when I am old and fading away
I will boast about you on these days
Remembering all the good we have had
Even when you were making me mad

We only have one life so it would seem
That all we can possibly redeem
Is the happiness that we have found
When one of us is no longer around

Duane A. LaChance Sr. - 2012


Details | Light Poetry | |

Perfect Day

Warm mug of joe
And a back country road
Tune softly sung in my ear.

I waited for you
To finally get through
And into my life reappear.

It makes perfect sense
I've got no defense
And never a doubt my dear

That my love is for real
And I just hope you feel
The same way I do when you're near.


Details | Pastoral | |

The love I lost

It is with sad heart that I say my goodbye. 
It is there I will miss the smile you put apon my face everyday.
That just having you kept my heart pumping to where now it is dead of feeling. 
It is of a heartless soul to which exist within me. 
It is with anger and tears my eyes bleed. 
With that of a rose to which is of dead leaves,so does my being 
know of its feel to dry and die away. 
My sight is no longer there for like the fresh of breath he give me,it has vanish. 
I am just a person now and not a being. 
The love may still be there but it hurts me to take in deep air as my pain 
I feel on my chest is a kill. 
There I have lost the woman I love for life that once told,never look back. 
But to look back is the experience that life has taken,rather good or bad. 
But that of a trust to which was ripped and torn to shred. 
It was of a love one could know and feel. 
That to which made them stand proud to say I am who I am and this is my other half. 
One that only one could dream of with their eye's close but not to be pinch for awakening 
because their eye's where already open. 
It's there the pain hurts because loving you exist no more. 
That there is a void harder to fill and that's having you made everything seem so real. 
All blocks is gone because so am I. 
That you find nothing but an empty wall with no writting there with love but you 
find a man lost in the moment. 
Because their his love was strong for only one woman. 
He never really understand why she loved if she really did but them words touch 
deeply into a soul now torn to shred. 
But his love still is that one day it finds it's way back where it belongs and he may live to 
love another day instead of hating everything to which is now just life to him. 
But to love that specail woman that makes his world go round and time stand still because 
there she was everything. 
That now it's all just a dream. 
I Love~ them words doesn't even matter because thats all they was.
Were something to hurt the being because there it really doesn't exist but in the mind 
because my heart bleeds river of blood.


Details | Free verse | |

I Want To Please Her Eternally

happy young woman rest on the green grass stock photography Wrong was I, Thinking I'm in control, Believing I'd never fall in a love. How did you do it ? I ask myself, You have made me see That nothing is bad, That I'm strong and Worthy of happiness, You have saved me from myself. After having spent another Wonderful evening with her touch, I have seen my happiness shines In her enchanting, deep black eyes. The essence of that long and Curly burgundy hair overwhelmed me. She shines with a heavenly glow, Her beautiful angel face Raises me up from feeling low. She is a beautiful flower, Like a red zinnia lying silently On the river side, Under a tropical marathon sky. I want to be her lover and I want to find out the passions, I want to please her eternally. beautyful woman sitting on summer  riverside Stock Photo - 7622040 ________________________ Thank you for reading. Chitta


Details | Rhyme | |

The Unusual Fragrance

The unusual fragrance looms above my room, 
Its owner not yet known, 
Its purpose still a mystery I assume 
Sweeter than any other fragrance I ever own, 

Its mood is ataraxia, 
Cold soothing scent, texture so smooth, 
Like dying in a peaceful euthanasia, 
I have it trapped in a booth, 

Smells like angels on a spring break, 
Dancing gloriously in the water fall, 
With a rattling feeling like an earth quake, 
Its particles bouncing from wall to wall, 

Clogged in my mind is a fog of disconcert, 
As I battle my feeling to a perfect stranger, 
The feeling of unrest causes discomfort, 
As the unusual fragrance puts my heart in danger,


Details | I do not know? | |

Your Whisper

You whispered in my ear,
a breathy secret, hushed.

“I love you”, you murmured.

I said nothing,
lost, in your arms,
I found a home. At last.

“I love you”, you said,
I said nothing,
lost in my thoughts,
I found peace. At last.

“I love you”, you said,
words failed me then.

They still do.


Details | Lyric | |

NO OTHER WOMAN


come, speak to my heart
say: "we will not depArt"
you are only mine
and i am ONLY yours

perceive any other woman
they maybe prettier
yes, they maybe richer
even exudes sexier

the hell, i mind
as i know im not behind
as in to your eyes
as cold as eyes, unto heights

i am the only one
as i'm no other woman
possessing, keeping you
denying you all from blues


Details | Free verse | |

A Daydream


To my assumptions my brain went out of function
It is a mess; it is moronic; it went out of logic
My brain is still eluded by this madness still diluted
Do not want to see it concentrated
Because my world is still dilated
Like a woman is labor and
My heart made of paper
Soon to be torn later...

As my mind wandered its intimate thoughts of a woman 
Her right, brown and black eyes pierced threw my eyes 
Right, strait to my heart. 
As the image moved into existence 
I could not believe this 
It is a woman of a young man’s desire 
Sparking a fire which I couldn’t retire
Seeing this appealing but I was only dreaming  
As this madness revealing my assumptions...

As I switch off my mind from its virtual mentality 
I opened my eyes into this so-called reality 
Spring forward like a jack in the box 
Being the end of my slumber 
Dragging my body to its final gloom: the shower 
Inhaled meekly, exhaled deeply 
Doing this repeatedly
As my mind moved backed and forward 
Like a rectangular wave motion 
Came to a solution
Which I hope to be with the wrong conclusion
As the day progressed 
Hoping to cool my heart on my chest 
With my assumptions...

As the sped threw like a kid in cocaine, mental pain 
Too much information put me out of focused 
You should have noticed 
My day contracted like stretched rubber band 
All of a sudden I so myself lying on my bed
As I deduced my life like a mathematical deduction
Closed my eyes for a second 
And I was back where I started:
To my assumptions…

To my assumptions my brain went out of function
It’s a mess its moronic it went out of logic
My brain is still eluded by this madness still diluted
Do not want to see it concentrated because my world is dilated
Like a woman is labor and my heart made of paper
Soon to be torn later...


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and I will come

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/ 
when the fall gives its rights/ 
to the winter/
you know I will come/
for good or for bad/
I’ll board the train/
Passing by / stations/ and countries/
I promised/ and I remember/
You said “there’s no fortuitous meetings/

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When you’ll lose the trace/
When my firmest snickers/ wipe out/
I will/ I will come…
Unexpectedly/ knowing solely the door/
Just the road / for sure/
Before/ take you I’ll ask/
“are you ready to go?” / 
You are ready/ I know/
All the noise doesn’t matter/
I don’t haste/ will be later/

…I will come.
When it finally turns out/
That November is overthrown by December/
When the first snow falls down/
Will be clear/ that nobody is remembered/ 

And I will come…
Somewhere in chest/ between ribs/
You slashed me/ with thoughts/ 
I can feel it with lips/ crawling under my cloths/
Our world is alive/ our life/ we’re alike/
And I….

I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When the death is changed into fate/
When the winter gives up/ 
To wait/ for spring/
to stay with shining sun/
I will come.


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A Woman Stood On The Rocks

A woman stood on the rocks, looking out into the sea. In her mind she was thinking, how nice it would be, if my love that left one day, would come back to me. A woman stood on the rocks, she was feeling sad. The one she loved had left her and sailed out to sea. Before he left - he told her - when I come back my love, I want you to marry me. A woman stood on the rocks, wondering, what went wrong? Is my love lost at sea? Did he vanished into thin air, or did he just forget about me? Yes, A woman stood on the rocks, looking out into the sea, asking herself this question - why did it have to happen to me...
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo To be continued


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Roses

Who does not know?
A woman is a rose
At which you must stare
And handle with care
Lest the hurt you bear.

What manner of heart
Will not stop and stare
At the sweet part
Of which he must beware
Or be aware

Who does not know
How it starts and grows
And how suddenly it bends
And ends
With no option to amend.


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The Visit

Her sandy brown hair was all a mess.
Ice cream stains upon her dress.
Sitting on the curb of a no parking zone,
Appearing scared and all alone.

She sat silent, but tears filled her eyes.
My heart couldn?t ignore her desperate cries.
I knelt beside her, placed my hand on her arm.
I am here to help, I mean you no harm.

Where is your Mother? I softly said.
She let out a sigh and lifted her head.
Her angelic voice quivered, ?I do not know.Ó
She was just here a moment ago.

We came from the store when I dropped my ball.
I went to run after it, then I heard her call.
?Stay out of the streetÓ so I stopped on the lawn.
When I turned back my mother was gone.

I looked all around, there was no one in sight.
We will find your mother, it?ll be alright.
I will take you home, do you know the way?
I don?t know my address she began to say.

Can you describe your house, what color is it?
It?s yellow and white next to a big gravel pit.
Thank goodness I knew the house she meant,
I took her by the hand and away we went.

Walking a short distance, we could see her house.
This sad little girl became joyful and rouse.
She burst through the gate, her mom waiting there.
The woman only reacted with an empty stare.

She was totally oblivious to her daughters return.
I approached the woman with great concern.
Excuse me Ma?am, but are you ok?
?I lost my daughter just yesterdayÓ

She ran after a ball, but I yelled too late.
A reckless drunk driver decided her fate.
We bury her Thursday, then she let out a cry.
?Why dear God did she have to die?Ó

I couldn?t believe my very own ears,
Nor could I hold back my heartrending tears.
You may not believe me, but I just have to say;
?I was visited by an angel todayÓ

I could never explain the why or how.
But I can assure you, she is with you now.
Together forever, never will you part.
As long as you keep her within your heart.


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Home

Where do I go to hide the pain?
Where do I go to live?
One place comes to mind,
HOME

Home is a place I go for shelter
Home is where it’s safe
I think about who’s waiting there

A woman worth coming for
A woman worth seeing 
A woman I call my mother.

So sweet and fragile 
So helpful and full of life
A helping hand when I’m in need of love

She is an angel sent from heaven
An angel sent for me
The one and only who’s there for me

She cared for my health
She cared for my life
She needs to see
That I’m on my way home.


But how can I go
I left her there with no one near
She might hate me
She might not care any more

As long as I’m with her I will be ok
As long as she’s alive I will live
As long as we’re together our love will
Somehow grow

So now I’m in front of the door
Waiting to open it
My mother, my angel walks
And opens it.

‘I prayed you’d come back’
And in her arms I start to cry
How did I leave such a dear person?
How can she still love me?

I hurt her, she prayed
I left her, she prayed
I showed no love, she loves me still

She is my mother
My angel
My one reason to live


And now I pray to God for her
‘Save her, help her,
I need her here.
I need the love of the angel you sent to me
I need to know what to do
When I lose my way home. 
I need her here, I need her love’

Once I’m asleep she holds my hand
With words that wake me suddenly
She whispered in my ear
‘I will always love you 
With love like mine you need not fear


I’ll be here long enough to see you 
If I go today, still I will love you
Even when I’m not near
I’m closer then you think

You’ll always find a way back home 
I’ll always be with you
If not in flesh then in heart
Take care, my love,
My one true treasure.

That night she passed away
 I’m left alone with only a body


I’m walking down the same street as before
The one I walked alone, long ago
But like my mother said
I will always find
A way back home.

- Anna P Chebukina


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My Inamorata

Regretful I am; 
Anguish I am to you-
Wipe those tears away, 
Precious are they.

Adorn this pulchritudinous life, 
Smile like always.
You was held dear and the most cherished, 
Heart and soul I say will you be reminiscent.

Let me wander like I do, 
let go cause wonted I am;
In vagabondage I live, 
Go live your life in serenity.

Ne'er look back, 
No longer can i see you distressed;
Pain I am for you, 
Au revoir, my inamorata.

(For Judy)


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2012

I dedicate my 2012 to the one I love most...

Ouch! I shake my hand and stare at the door knob in disbelief. 
I open the front door and wince as the scorching late morning sun burns my face. I close my eyes and think back to when I was kid, standing too close to the BBQ as Dad lit it...BIG mistake. 
   I close the door behind me and trip over my towel that had fallen in my chaotic response to the hot mid June weather. 
Confident from my recent gym ambition, I let my towel fall off my shoulder and reveal my newly sculpted body to the world as I casually approach the giant pool gate. 
I swing open the gate and walk in...that's when it hit me...SHE hit me. 
Laying on her beautifully toned tummy...I am a sucker for a woman's stomach; sensual, smooth, so full of subtle detail, the holder of life.
   I shake my head and snap back to reality in time to catch myself from nearly falling over. I lean down quickly and pick up my jaw from the ground in hopes she didn't notice. 
Her cardinal red hair up in a bun, or pony tail...I guess wildly as men do.
I walk by as stable as I can... "don't stare, don't stare, don't stare," I whisper to myself. 

THUMP-THUMP!, THUMP-THUMP! THUMP-THUMP!

   My heart beats so intense I can feel it pulsating through my temples.
I reach the lawn chairs and settle down 20ft from her. Directly diagonal to her right shoulder...her wonderfully shaped, perfectly curved shoulders.
I tell myself to look away but cannot help. 
An intense magnetic force pulls my attention to her, I try with all my being to fight it but cannot advert my eyes. I yell at my brain to drop curtains on my eyes but no response. Giving into her dream-like curved body, the sweet gently sweeping motion from the back of her neck to her luscious, tanned cheeked backside. Her legs are incredible. I continue my stare. A non perverted stare of course. I'm taken back to college art classes. The overwhelming amounts of anatomy classes and sketches...
Never had I seen such flawlessness. 
   Who was this girl laying by my pool? The most incredibly indescribable woman I have seen and yet, I had only seen half!

Just as if I was narrating aloud this profound experience, she turned over and rolled onto her back. 

Dying the darkest, ugliest death, then awaking to ALL of Heaven's golden warmth doesn't compare to when I looked into her blue-green eyes. 
Frozen in that moment in time, I had without a doubt, found the woman I knew I was to spend the rest of my life with.


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The ways I love you

\
There are so many different kinds of love
That going around in the world to day
So just telling your girlfriend I love you
Has become so very complicated to say

Now you have learn to explain to her
Let her know she’s a very special girl
So she knows she have from you
All of the different kinds love in the world

You have to give her your family love
So even if she drives you crazy everyday
Just like with some of your miserable family
You will still love them anyway

Then you have to show your pet love
What ever pets she has you must love it to
And you must never show you are angry
Even if her pets mess in your brand new shoe

Then you have to learn to love all her friends
But don’t expect her to like yours
When your friends comes over send them home fast
But you must treat hers like you are Santa clause

But be careful of the Fair- friendship love
When her friends only like you when they need something
Try your best to keep it all meeting in pubic places
Because they could go and tell her you were flirting

Always give the movie star Celebrity love
Oh my GOD. You are the most beautiful girl I seen
And show her you have her picture in your wallet
Then say that she should be on them beauty magazine

Then you have to turn on the Attraction love
Just stand and look at her like you’re hypnotize
Saying Hmmm, you’re so cuuuuuuute. To make her blush’
And telling her she is the apple of your eyes

And when coming to the romantic love
Tell her I’m so happy I could SING it from the rooftop.
But that would be weird. But I don’t CARE.’
Want the world to know my love for you will never stop

Then go into the relationship love mood
By helping her with the cooking in the kitchen
Even cleaning and Taking out the trash
Not afraid to try your hand at dish washing

And now at last you show her the lasting love
Telling her how you love he for so many years
How you get along well and are comfortable together
And you want to be with her and no one else

I hope all you guys take my good advice
And use it on your woman and you won’t regret
And I intend to practice exactly what I preach
But its just that I don’t have a woman as yet


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Without You



Without you,

worn down, weary,
staggering into tomorrow,
dissolving my todays, grim, dreary,

I crawl, slipping out of my skin,
flinging laughter, joy, contentment,
into the gaping abyss of life's dustbin.

Without you


Details | I do not know? | |

Heart And Soul

I see in your heart I see Inside your Soul

I feel the feelings only you can see or know

I feel your pain from deep down inside

And know the hurt and feelings combined

Your an Amazing,Sweetheart this you should know

Don't let anyone take that from deep inside your Soul

The hurt you feel the anguish deep down inside

will only go away if you learn to let go and cry

The release is so great and healing. Refreshing I would say

That your heart will grow warmer and warmer each day

The Love you have inside shows in your outer glow

So let that glow reach deep down to where it needs to go

You are Beautiful on the inside and out dont let anyone

ever make you dought. Take control and let your inner

 light glow.. Come on girl let's give them a beautiful show

Don't lighten your glow for anyone you know let it shine

 and always abound..

Just know this to me you are one of the most Beautiful Souls

One of the most precious I have ever encountered on this earth

Although our friendship is beginning to bloom in leaps and bounds

I feel in my heart there is plenty of room for it still to grow

You are the most open, welcoming, sweetheart of a girl that I know

It feels like our friendship has been around forever your already in my soul

I Love you more than words could ever express I'll always be here

to help with any and all Stress or obstacles you go through

So know in me a True friend you have found one that promises to

NEVER let you down!!!!

Written By: Christina Kirks McCullouch

03/17/2013


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Thought It Was Right

 It's a funny thing  we have in this relationship we call love ,
I know this one thing for sure and  that it was not from above.
   Struggle as we may day after day week after week,
Doesn't seem to matter we can never reach what we seek.
    In my heart I know what  I have felt for most my life,
Forever it seems I have wanted you to be my loving wife.
    But there's always been this small wedge between  you and I,
You just were unable to stop yourself from telling me lies.
     Oh there were days that were so good and felt so right ,
It always changed before we had ever reached the night .
     A very sad thing to see hop[es and dreams fade away,
Nothing left but to remember those wonderful  days .
     Still I believe in relationships that are filled with love,
The ones that are truly made by the hands from above.
       So much will be lost  and will never be recovered ,
But  there will be so much  more gained with a new lover.
       A far cry from what I had dreamed my life would be,
Yet I will continue on in search of a love meant just for me.
Tac


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The way you are

You are 
The reason for my hope
The fulfillment of my wishes
The pinnacle of my trust
The realization of my faith
The answer to my questions
The embodiment of my fantasies
The homecoming of my desires
The beginning of my journey
The end of my search
And most of all
The woman of my dreams

Your beautiful mind baffles me
Your loving heart transforms me
Your sensual body arouses me
Your sparkly spirit energizes me
Your tender care soothes me
Your quiet understanding awes me
Your selfless compassion enlivens me
Your glowing presence warms me
Your feminine being melts me
Your kind soul envelops me

For all of this I adore you
And more than ever
I am loving you 
Just the way you are


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I'm The Pen And You Are My Note-Book

stock photo : a portrait of a beautiful woman in a countryside For being with you my babe There is no greater pleasure, There is no better future than With you to grow old. I want to love every inch of your beauty, I want to get lost in your collyrium eyes Consumed by your kiss, The wind blows just so slightly, The flowers that bloom around us They tickle at your feet, The scent of jasmine and rose Drifting on the evening breeze. I see the twilight in your eyes As the moon sets up the mood. Its the bright rays of hope, Its like a tiny piece of the survival Shifts here in this place, Playing the natural music around us, While romance fills the air. Your scent is like the perfume of Night-blooming flower, Your sweet breath teases my skin, Each breath became a thousand sighs. The air is filled with love-birds song, Your lips speaks soft sweetness, I'm the pen and you are my note-book, I open you and begin to inscribe your pages. ___________________________________ 8-urban-girl-potrait-photography __________________________________ Thank you for reading. Chitta


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Groove of Things

Embrace me     my lover,
Let eager fingers identify your physical boundary,

Innocently caressing every curve leaving a surmounting temptation like no other,

Satisfying even those hidden pages tucked away in your precious diary,

Lovingly kissing such divine lips,
Every hand stroke encountering a quivering body,
While lustful hands clasp onto swinging hips,

Fair warning     it will be considerably rowdy.


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Burning Embers

After being together for a time of great length
I have no idea how I put up with you, or where I get the strength
You make me so furious, just so mad!
Why do I put myself through this, if I just end up being sad?
I get a reminder every morning when I turn to your side of the bed.
The passion our love used to have, a fire burning such a deep red.
Years pass and the fire dies down
I look at you and your once glowing smile, turned into a frown. 
What’s changing I really don’t know
Sometimes wondering if it was all a show…
But in the morning, breath stinky and hair a mess
I look at you and know I’m blessed. 
Because behind those eyes I see a spark
Memories of making out in the park
The only time we’d cry
is when we had to say good-bye. 
I see something that’s keeping us alive
During the screaming shouts there is something in our hearts we are trying to revive
We’re trying to rekindle the burning embers
When all of the sudden, not just our minds, but our hearts remember
We lean in for a passionate kiss
And all of the sudden, remember the feeling of bliss.
And who knew that was the fuel we needed,
A blissful kiss our hearts and lips have so deeply missed
To rekindle our fire
To rekindle our passion
To rekindle our faith and trust we had in each other.


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Love Haiku

Some love is stupid, 
Some love is fake and unreal, 
But our love is true.


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My Rita

Rita, the feeling is so real
For you, of all the love and 
passion
My Rita, how do I make you 
feel?
Loved, or out of fashion?

Rita, I’ll be the one for you
Forever by your side
My Rita, whatever it takes, I’ll 
do
Our hearts, we’ll never hide

Rita, you came to me my love
In just the nick of time
My Rita, tonight we’ll rise above
You’re in your red dress so fine

Rita, the feeling is so real
For you, of all the love and 
passion
My Rita, how do I make you 
feel?
Loved, or out of fashion?


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Hopes

I Just wanted to say you
good bye
But the moment says
hopes are high
May be you turn back
for my sigh
May be it wouldn't be easy
as I see
May be its hard for you
as for me
But the moment says
hopes are high
Don't let these hopes die


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Courtship

When being told you're “perfect”
but that it's not enough
what can you even do
in pursuits of love?

The seemingly endless process of
meeting and greeting
sharing, laughing, loving, caring
even becoming attached to family, pets
all so that it may come to an abrupt
ofttimes one-sided end- 
it wears me down
I'm far too young to feel as drained
I'm far too young to feel as pained
I'm far too young to feel as enslaved and betrayed
by this process of courtship as I do

Those older and wiser counsel: 
Patience, waiting is never easy
The right one will come along
You're a good person with a good heart
and you've got a lot to offer
It's their loss
*sigh*
I already know all of that, 
but it doesn't mean I accept it
It doesn't mean a part of me
cannot fear that the one I held dear
should have been mine to keep,
mine to fight for, mine to live for,
mine to die for
But what can I do?
What can I do?


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Woman

God's greatest creation 
A sculpture of pure 
genius for man to marvel at
A living portrait art made flesh painted 
across the canvas of the world
Hues of brown, strokes of red, dabs of 
yellow dipping his brush in the blackness 
of space creating the first Ms. Universe
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The 
Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet 
aka
Red Seven


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Memories Made

The coldest white had fell
Surrounding all the feet of those behind
The day turned into hours
Just in the mind
Did the gift appear in night?
Or were dreams reality?
Did it come from karma’s hands?
It drifts from sanity

The trek towards that happy place
You’ve been there many times
Something was different now
It held a horrible surprise
The box wasn’t full of life and sound
The ashes of memories made were here
Taking longer to twist the knife
Left remains of a child now in tears

Standing still you couldn’t breath
Excuses flying in your mind
Trying to figure out the scene
Hoping there’s time
You look up to see
Expectant eyes for the last time
You wish you could keep
But it’s the saddest of a smile 


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A Beauty to Rescue

It’s always a wonder how women can alter
The heart and the soul of a man;
It’s hard to imagine another way out when
He’s doing the best that he can.

As men, we’ve been wired to look for an answer
By simply fulfilling our craving;
We’ve got to be seeking a beauty to rescue,
A woman that’s worth all the saving.

Adventurous Woman will often excite us
And want us to take her and run;
And while we are running, we’ll start to take notice
To see if she’s really the one.

The one who will never dishearten herself just
By putting us back in the game;
We’d strengthen ourselves, not by slaying the dragon,
But simply by breathing her name.

A man becomes Hero for Woman and saves her,
From everything under the sun;
But questioning thoughts will begin in his thinking
To see if she’s really the one.

Her voice may be soothing and soft to the ear and
Her words fill his muscles with spirit;
But when she starts calling for others to save her,
It’s hard to believe we can hear it.

So here’s a solution I offer to those who
Would fathom a doubt of her love;
Just follow these steps and then watch her response
To see if she’s really the one:

If you love her…let her go,
Let her do her own thing and be free,
And if she comes back, that’s when you’ll know
If it was ever really meant to be.


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Thirty Years Ago


Man and woman, pledging no more to be single
Bride and groom, excited that their lives would mingle.
Husband and wife, in love, with hopes and dreams aglow
We were married at the chapel, thirty years ago.


Details | I do not know? | |

In Time She Wakes

In time she wakes; I, the the sun, that kisses her face. 
No lies or disguise, just the radiant reflection of African skies on the rise in her eyes.
Beauty unmistakable, incredible, unforgettable;
My eyes drink the scene until I'm full. 
Her hair, her face, that skin, where to begin? 
So smooth the soft surfaces surrounded and swirled in swirling sheets that keeps my amber bright morning light tight in her sight. 
She can't quite fight the bite to ignite with all her might. 
Yet before the day slips away she'll sway and play in Plettenberg bay. 
And from her lips drips the sips from oceans where now sleep the ships and slips of men that crashed and smashed from sirens singing and calling out their longing and wanting so haunting - the sound spilling from that same coy style of a Mona Lisa smile. 
She wants to linger on but horizons blue, orange, yellow and red hint of bed instead it must be said. 
Soon to the night she'll wed but before that rest she shares her shape in shadows on the shore. 
A dance does she once again as I gaze with the last blaze of my rays across the waves, 
until again, through the morning haze, I'll wake her just to see her eyes kiss the skies that light up from the light in my eyes. 
For she is my earth, my world, my purpose, I am her sun. 
This breathing circle, this vision, no dark nightly dream would it seem could ever forever our helix make undone.

C.L.Baker©2013


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Love is Love

I shall keep this nice and sweet
and not waste your time with my words.
Love is Love,
and Love cannot be love without love.
I love you, so why not love me?
I ask you one simple question,
Do you love me, like I love the songs of poetry
that roll off your bittersweet tongue?
Sorry to be a bother with this,
but Love is love
without love, you cannot be in love.
I love you, do you love me?

Think about what I said, and have a good day.


Details | Imagism | |

Marble Heart

 For the first time, He heard her play,
she played the piano beautifully, the melody made him stay.
He listened perfectly,
Until he fell asleep.


And one July afternoon,
He saw her again.
people dancing in the square,
He stopped and stared.


She felt uneasy,
the feeling of being watched.
For the first time, He approached her.
And all her feelings became a blur.


It was the summer, forty years ago.
the story of a woman & her great wartime love.
It became her burden,
Like an awkward sack of hatred & love.

Now she remember, that they walked all those afternoons,
their arms around each others waist.
She didn't understand why he had to leave,
But in a cold war, he needed to hide, so he can live.

She didn't know where he went,
"I'll find you.", the last letter he sent. 
But will it make a difference,
to find him, or live w/o his absence?

And now, she didn't understand at all,
how his absence made her fall.
she missed talking to him,
about anything and everything.



Even now, she's still hoping,
A Marble Heart that's still seeking.
He loved her, & he'd be back,
Holding him again mattered, but it's just a fact.


Winter came, as if the year would never die.
like the last breathing soul, after he said good-bye.
Transparent in a world of ghosts,
He's gone, as she left him the Red rose.


He was her secret,
the thing she had in reserve.
I wonder how she'll find him w/ her sadness,
can he go back in all that darkness?


I would wish it for her now,
to the woman and her wartime love.
An endless forest, where she can look for him,
And maybe twenty years till dawn, she can find the man,
that changed it all.


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The Perfect Woman

A woman with this insane beauty that it makes my heart beats go crazy,
Feels like I lose my mind every time,
A woman fighting tears and sweat caused by a ruthless onion and formidable heat,
Just to prepare a meal cooked with every ounce of emotion,
A woman with love that shelters you from hate,
Like a house made by the hands of God,
A woman that takes just one look at you with those eye’s,
And you just know love isn’t blind,
A woman that moves your soul and lifts your spirit,
Like a coach on the side of the boxing ring I’ll fight for her love,
Perfect is unattainable,
but for me you sustain perfection with love.

By Wade Appelgryn


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My Angel on Earth

Born the end of Summer
         In the California sand
Where tumbleweeds 
              careen
Miles of desert sand
A heart to big 
             for Palmdale skies
Brighest green, 
                your Irish eyes
Enchanting smile like
pink roses on your face
          Captivating,  
in your sweet found grace

An Angel came from heaven
and landed in the sand.....

No one compares 
             to the heart of you
Or the purity 
               of your soul
The tragedies 
         that have touched you
Would have shred 
            most people whole

            Inner strength
       Your core like steel
             Unshakeable
       
            In sheer grit
            you walk tall
      Tender compassion
            bleeds for all

It flows from you
like a gentle river

          Still like a child
           you remain
       warm and giving
         Always smiling

~MY HERO~

Your astounding faith
        Your spirit of truth
               Your beauty shines 
                        Inside of you

You've saved me always
        (truest of true)
And from you came my life

You are my Angel on this Earth....

Your silver glow
           and golden smile
Shine inside of me
            Proud I am
I came from you
           and proud
I will always be...

With a delightful 
           sense of humor
and your sharp 
            and brilliant mind
You are the one 
              who lights me
with your light
         that always shined

If in my life, and path I take
I am half the woman you are
My dream in life will be fulfilled
you remain my lucky star

           I pray above
                     with pleading heart
           That I can hope to be
                       As good a mother 
            to my daughter
                         as you've always 
                   been to me

An Angel....

Born the end of summer
With the greenest Irish eyes
Desert sand,
your paradise
Heart to big for Palmdale skies.....


Dedicated to the most beautiful woman on earth
My Mother...An Angel


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I Want to Walk with You

I Want to Walk with You
 
I want to walk with you with our heads held high
Never cowering, never with heads bowed
With our feet on this blessed soil, and our dreams reaching for the sky
 
Dreams of simple joys and of peace and of mirth
For all our fellow travelers on this delightful earth
 
Dreams not of wealth or of positions of high standing or of mighty power
Simple dreams of a walk in the aftermath of a Johannesburg evening rain-shower
 
Dreams of bread and water and dignity and shelter and clothes for all
Dreams where all fellow travelers may together walk this earth proud and tall
 
I want to walk with you, my fellow traveler, with our heads held high
Never pandering to power, never silent in the face of its abuse
Always firm in our convictions that we can all make peace if we only try
 
If we try to stop and think and sometimes not to look the other way
If we practice what our different creeds really teach, we will surely see that day
 
When we all, fellow travelers may walk with our heads held high
Never cowering, never with our heads bowed
With our feet on this blessed soil, and our collective dreams reaching for the sky
 
Call me silly, call me naive, call me hopeless, and if you must, call me weak
But is this not the common good that our different creeds and cultures all seek?
 


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Within Me


Within Me

Flowing through the rivulets of my everyday thoughts,
memories of you surface, gasping for air, breathing in,
permeating, absorbed by the pores of my ageing skin.

Famished, greedily gulping mouthfuls of fractured life,
awash in distant yesteryear, when your feathery kisses,
banished the vacuum, dispelling my anguish and strife.

You are eternally carved, and embroidered into my soul,
I wash ashore, smashing against the boulders of the now,
seeking solace, begging for absolution with my empty bowl.

The book of fate is sealed shut, the tea-leaves have been read,
nothing remains within me, the burden of smiling has been shed.

Now I am stranded, between dreams and the empty years ahead,
searching for forgiveness, in the miles I have yet to wearily tread.



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How to love pt1 take notes

She awakened sleeping emotions jumpstarted my heart
The epitome of devotion I'll show her from the start
Released all apprehension unlocked my souls doors
She deserves my affection wont make it a chore

I'll give to her freely all the love that I got
Cant wait till she see's me make love on the spot
And what I desire wont rest till acquired
To keep her inspired till my heartbeats retired

You are my woman my passionate queen
And I am you king our kingdom foreseen
If I am the eagle that rises above
You are the feathers that fit like a glove

If I am the sky so vast and so high
Your oxygen without you I'd die
I'll be the valley and it would be lovely
If you were the river that flowed above me

You are my eve my rib I give gladly
I'll never deceive I'll use honesty daily
You are my woman the queen that I cherish
I'll be the horses that pull your carriage


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Temptation

Satan's temptation would be quite strong
To give me exactly what i most long
A woman of my dreams strong, sexy, and smart
And use her to tempt me into something dark

A woman with hips and a beautiful face
Who moves her body with a ballerina's grace
She loves and embraces,faking sweet innocence
Employed by Satan to erase all my goodness

Her false smiles and fake love would make my heart beat
Her voice of praise would be such a treat
Conquered by the enemy i become a pawn
Tricked by his worker, this girl that i fawn

But since i know my temptations i work to improve
To detect the falseness and to not be moved
This type of temptation just might not work
But I'm sure their are others for him to resort


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To whom it may unconcern

How can you tell when you've hit bottom and
 it's time to abandon "ship"-does it stare you in the  
falseface and wipe your browmemory clean cool of
fun classics,  milling around in poor daylight
low of love compromise and mean mode
idiosyncracies obligingfor no one's 
realsake but hanging by a nose thread to a 
course coarse curve enlivened by a renal
renaissance mercury---wide base of support
newcomer setting in for the long haul given
presidence a timely sage too old for this
x@#$%* yet too youngf for climate of clipped
communication neverstrife, appealing to all yes-too
many no, too few---104 degrees FF brain on fire
dryice income shedding short circuited
sillosynapse conglomerates crazy for 
passion + lust intro infusion---two part flesh,
one part soul a pinch of carnal rich renderings.
Simmer ever slowly over a lucid lifetime at
harmony in law degrees--slowly stirring the 
emotes frequently--too many nights of uncelebrated
reruns taunt the VHF cable return whereas I
we my you life by UHF dial dimensions
captured like a worn heel on a new shoe
somewhat skuffed and worn and innappropriate
for a white wedding day.Stand in the back--hope no
anyone looks down at the foot floor and sees
my toe reflection talking--indescent exposure while
teetering on a limbscape construct--folly
like fortunes unabashed qualities go unnoticed
through ingoblame and slug selfes-esteams
balancing on a creepy catwalk of roma and
comatose initiatives that flatline at midnight
in a morbid midnight corridor--venimous intent O2/CO2
fright fraught about what yesterdays will     upbringing fixed.


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The Love of a Woman

It is there to which a man is a man. 
There when he knows his true self. 
It is only when he has the love of a woman that he feels ten feet tall. 
It is her to which makes him feel special inside. 
There he knows he exsist and feels love. 
There he will do no wrong because of the love of his heart. 
It is the love of a woman that is special in this world. 
As I have found mine makes me feel like heaven. 
It is there my heart is filled with joy. 
Just to know you are there to share it with. 
It is the things you make me feel when I am with you as well as without. 
It is the love of a woman that keeps a man strong. 
It is there I share my life with great love of ones heart. 
But the love of a woman I have known. 
That you are my every joy because it is you to which makes me smile with excitement. 
But it is the love of a woman that makes life worthy of living. 
As with you, everyday is like heaven. 
As I have found myself with the true love of a woman. 
I have found my heart because you are all that. 
I love you so.


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A MISSION OF MERCY

In the book of John it relates the history
of Jesus' mission of Christian mercy
when Jesus encounters a Samaritan woman near a drinking well
it was a meeting between two nations whose relationship was one of hell
the Jews and the Samaritans did not get along
each felt the other's method of worship was inherently wrong
separated by paganistic practices and supposed sins
discrimination and name calling again, again and again
yet it doesn't seem that much different than today's society
where different ethnic groups display the same hate and hostility
but Jesus interjected Himself, He came to intervene
on a mission of mercy and tolerance never before seen
to bring abundant love and life to a world cloaked in misery
and give living water to quench the drought that has parched humanity
to step from behind the stained glass windows of the churches and synagogues
and into the hearts and minds of men and spread the goodness that is God

John touched on a theme that's occurred several times in the Scriptures
when a man of God meets a woman and a spiritual wedding can be pictured
on a mission of mercy to cross that Great Divide
to bring people together on the same spiritual side
Jesus told that Samaritan woman He knew of her past
about the five husbands that she had outlast
but whether she was divorced or widowed from them
it's not mentioned in the text so don't assume any sin
but Jesus saw beyond that and looked into her heart
He treated her with respect and held her in regard
she knew He was a prophet by His very words
she told Him of the things about Jews she had heard
Jesus the Christ then went into His missionary mode
He said in order to worship God you don't need any certain code
as there is no specific time nor any special place
for one to worship the God of righteousness, truth and grace
a mission of mercy is what Jesus came to convey
He even revealed to her who He really was that day

mankind has a problem looking pass the surface and into the heart
we can't seem to get the message that we're all equal in the eyes of God
we come with our bigotry, prejudice and hate
we can't even agree on the issue of faith
but Jesus the Christ gave us a lasting legacy
to love one another and to live life as a mission of mercy


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She

She

She smiled, gently,
her warmth infusing me,
with a serene stillness of time.

She settled, slowly,
in my waking thoughts,
a soothing balm of simple joy.

She remains, scribbled,
on the walls of my fractured heart,
memories of happiness that once breathed...



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A Blind Man's World

True love is addictive
Something many never feel
Luckily I have found a girl
Whose one heart she tried to steal

Love is unconditional
Love is? Well it’s blind
In a world full of blind people
I sure am glad I found mine

This woman drives me crazy
This woman stops my heart
With a single kiss from this woman
My paused heart begins to start

I truly believe she completes me
I’ve waited my whole life for this part
When I look into her eyes and gaze
I know it was meant to be from the start

Even though we’ve spent a lot of time apart
Every time I see her
I am greeted with a new spark

So the next time I see her
I shall try and warm her heart
By kissing her from her head to toe
And continue loving my other part

Love is surely something beautiful
It’s something not many find
The trick is just to wait
Because Love is evidently blind


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She is the whiskey in my Cup

She is the whiskey in my cup.
Like a brand new pup,
Born into this horrible world,
Innocent and clean.

She is everything bold and brave.
She is the whiskey in my cup.
She is the cigarette I light,
She is the cigarette smoke I breath in,
She is the smells of the city buses,
She is the love and the hate that passes throughout each other,
Through the busy highways and lonesome avenues.

She is the whiskey in my cup,
but I do not drink.
I watch her, there float on the brim of my cup.
I do not drink!
Why would I drink my love away,
and never see my love again?

She is everything beautiful and great,
She is the birds that fly in the bluest skies and sing their love songs,
In the tallest of leafy, green trees.
She is the canals that flow through Venice.
Dark and a mystery around every corner,
but that is what makes her beautiful.
She is like the calm and cool air,
That whispers gently in my ear,
crying out, "Follow your heart, and love again."

She is the Whiskey in my Cup,
but I do not drink.
Why?
I love her and would not waste her.
If you loved something, would you waste it away?


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COFFEE AND SHERRY

Coffee, it is evident, is not Sherry's cup of tea;
She likes spirits like sherry and brandy
and knows the ropes of winemaking to a tee;
An oenologist by profession, like her pal Brandy,
found her niche in viticulture. Numbers of spirits
she's tasted, as a sommelier whose forté is wine
tasting. Oddly enough, she will actually whine
if I try to talk her out of dealing with other spirits.

She's involved in paranormal practices
and that chills me to the bone. She will lock up
in her tiny cubicle for hours to "communicate
with the beyond" and claims to have connected
with certain famous individuals after their
departures and says they are doing fine.

At least she says my "poems" blow her socks
off but I ought to massage her ducky feet
so that she read my verse. If I don't, she socks
me right in the gob! I feel I accomplish a feat
without an oxygen mask. It's not easy to bear
whatsoever the task of massaging her bare
dogs though I'm glad I don't have to polish
her toenails. She never paints 'em. Her Polish
friend concurs that Sherry is a little cracked
in the upper storey.
Dating a 146 IQ girl isn't all it's cracked
up to be. End of story.
I'm wondering: If we were in the North Pole
would she be barefoot so often? The Pole
thinks so and misses the golden days
when they both made money doing pole
dancing. "Boy we would definitely daze
the men at the club. They voted each night
for the best dancer. Most times the polls,
I have to admit, were in Sherry's favor.
Jolly times. But don't you dare have the gall
to say a word. She helps folks lose weight
today and loves it. Be kind to my half-Gaul
half-Brit friend and don't have her wait
when she wants foot massage. You would
be putting your foot in your mouth. Now go
put your feet up." Well, knock on wood,
the Pole's words made me feel lucky. Yo!


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Mora Piya Ghar Aaya - My Beloved Has Returned Home

Mora Piya Ghar Aaya (My Beloved Has Returned Home)

Autumn:


the leaves fell, as you left, a bleak chill wafting across the barren space within my being,
you left, taking your smile and mine,
my smile rests with you still, leaving a void impossible to fill.


Winter:

pangs of longing consumed me, my only company in the frigid nights,
my tears remain frozen, within,
unable to fall from my broken eyes, as I searched the depths of the cold, harsh skies.


Spring:

birds returned home, though you did not, and I felt soothing rebirth all around,
memories of you began blazing, their embers stoked,
and at last the tears rolled, like ink on this blank notebook, my whole being pined for you, my very self in anguish silently shook.


Summer:

alive I felt again, the promise of the coming cooling rain, easing the heat of desire,
yet the furnace slowly raged inside, your absence tearing into me, shattering my nights, my longing for you soaring unfettered across the skies,
dancing on clouds, blissfully free,


Monsoons:

heaven itself opened, the deluge an unending dream,
rain falling all around, mingling with my flowing tears,
and then I saw you, you returned, and I embraced you, never wishing to let you go,
and though I may wear the mask of the clown,
if you were to leave again,
my very soul, would quietly slip away, and in the monsoon rains, I would gratefully drown.


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Lady

Lady, come and lay your head beside me 
let us share with the moon this secret idyll
see the shooting star carve sky with promise
as silvery light caresses soothing us

Lady, come closer share with me the night
lay in my arms and give me your essence
wrap me up in the heat of your passion
love me til that little death overcomes

Lady, as you lie glistening in moon light
still quivering with aftermaths of love
sated though I am the sight of you stirs
with your hair tangled and in disarray

Lady, love me again the night's still young
let us dance once more love's passionate dance
as the moon beams play and twinkle at us
too soon night becomes day and we depart
 


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Fresh and clean

I love the way she smells after a shower
so fragrant fresh and clean
and how she sits there
so beautiful
in her dressing gown
brushing her long wet hair
until it dry's and gleams.

Her sweet perfume fills the room
and sets my heart on fire
heightening my senses
and filling me with desire.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


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My Thoughts

Here I am. Alone here I sat. 
My mind wrapped in many thoughts. 
Those I care not to have. 
The ones of my life, a woman near my heart. 
The pain and pleasures are like doing uppers and downers. 
Feeling your hearts going burst if it don't cease. 
What does one do in this case I wonder? 
It's not of my heart I want destroy but loving as the man I am. 
There the differculties are with being human. 
Not being able to control the thoughts as they run wild. 
What is it really like to live alone? 
I know its lonely but how does one cope with this? 
Even when their thoughts are upon things that matter. 
How does the mind think or is it really the heart feeling these thoughts? 
I know that's where the pain exist because its not my head that hurts. 
It is the thinking of having everything you ever wanted in life. 
Including the woman you love so dearly. 
It is of my sucess I have accomplish even after many have robbed me blind. 
It is that will to survive that keeps my fight alive. 
But that of my inner being telling me that life is a lie. 
That it's only a joke to live. 
But there I have struggle still standing tall even when I am knock down. 
It is the eye of the tiger and the roar of a lion I cry. 
That of my soul just feels like screaming to the top of my lungs and falling to my knees and 
saying,lord take me. 
Ease this pain I'm in. 
But let not life kill me nor my thoughts I have. 
But make me stronger in thy ways. 
But end this day and not let me wake. 
For I am dieing of these thoughts and feelings I have,Please! 
Somebody help me before I go insane and lose my mind. 
These thoughts are crazy but of a woman I love. 
That I can not stand the thought of her in others arms. 
But my thoughts is I must go on. 
Because I am the man I am and there's nothing I can do about this. 
Except stay strong and survive until the day of my life has come. 
By then,I probably be old and grey,still wondering how I'm going to make the next day.


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Emma

From her long, luminous, golden hair
to those blue eyes, a diamond pair.
She was my everything,
my heart and my soul.
We parted ways long ago,
not to see each other anymore.
Love for my sweet Emma,
Who I still adore,
hear my heart still beat for you.
To my darling Emma, my sweetest rose.

February 5th, 2014


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MY HERO

MY HERO
I
Confused, I try to find words
To describe this woman
This colossus
Yet no name, no words from my mouth,
From my books can describe her.
I pick up my encyclopedia, my dictionaries-
Long mans, Oxford, Collins and a couple of others on my shelf
Trying to find a perfect word to describe this woman- My first love,
Yet no words can fit in perfectly.
II
Tired, my brain saturated
Just a word and I can’t concoct one
Why worry myself to frenzy?

REALIZATION
I
I rise up my tired head, eyes dilated
I look up at the wall, and boldly written on the wall is this word
“HERO”
Smiles settling on my face
Eyes full of life
I think I have found the right word.
But the word Hero is masculine for a person
Respected for bravery or noble qualities?
Yes! Indeed it is.
I think of the feminine word
It is “HEROINE”.
But this word Heroine; can it adequately describe
The sterling qualities this great woman possesses?
I ask myself…
No it can’t I tell myself.
II
In this woman I see a man
A strong hearted man
A man of integrity, a man of noble carriage
That woman in a man is no other person than my Mum.
She alone I will love cherish and adore.
I call her my HERO 
My number one HERO
My hero in a crazy world full of insanity.


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Love that could not be

Love is an enchantment, a passion, but most of all a mystery.
  No one knows how it starts or where it will end
 But, once you've been stung by its infectious delight
  You want to feel that rush again and again. 
Let me start by telling you about a prince.
  Their has not been a man to match his beautiful appearance since. 
 Like most royalty he was not. They'd lay under trees and get thick 
  around the middle from all of the dining and wines.
 He was a prince of adventure who ran about and caused chaos.
  He also had a weakness for women. Women of all kinds.
 One day he was passing through the kingdom to go to his Uncle's in the country.
  He looked through the crowds and saw nothing but men and women with 
 long shaggy hair who's clothes were dumpy.
  When he got sick of looking at all the gloom, his place in his readings 
 he was about to resume when he saw her.
There a woman stood, honey blond hair blazing against the sun. Her clothes 
  were torn but he knew she was the one. He prayed that 
 he would see her face again in another place. 
  His horse carried his carriage away but the memory of her beauty, 
  in his mind and heart, did stay.
 It grew dark and his uncle's estate came into the moonlight. It was a terrorizing 
  yet captivating sight. 
There were statues of things he'd never seen even in terrible dreams. 
Out he went and up the stairs to dream of his fair lady. He knew this love could never be so 
  he brought comfort in one day seeing her, maybe.
 The next day he woke and went for a walk. A woman with a hat was watering the roses.
There was something familiar about her dainty poses. 
Then she turned and smiled at him and his heart beat began to soar again! His love! They
must have heard his thoughts above. 
 They talked as much as they could without looking too suspicious. They met by the tree on
the back of the land embracing each others kisses. 
This prince who was unlike other royalty did not care about his beauty and he was madly  
   deeply truly in love he came up with a strategy. 
 At night fall he went a mile out knowing there would be no one about and he began a flame.
 The flame roared out of control as he fed its vengeance.
 It climbed the estate and the people ran out wondering who did this.
He leaned his face close to the flames and his flesh began to burn. It left him scarred
beyond 
  recognition. His lady showed concern but no one solved the mystery and they were free to
be enchanted by the love that could now be.


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God's Plan for Marriage


There’s a truth that remains since 
the beginning of time.
God created man and woman, 
 with marriage in mind.

From the dust of the ground,
Adam was formed.
From his side came Eve.  A new life was “born!”

God’s design for marriage became 
very evident and clear…
If not for Adam and Eve,
 none of us would be here!

Marriage is a blessing from God.  
A gift from God above.
A man and a woman come together
 as an expression of their love.

Anything different than one man 
and woman is perverted.
This is a lie from our culture that
 is trying to be “inserted.”

God gave us all a natural love 
with a strong ambition.
To come as a husband and wife 
is a God given intention!

Read from the books of Genesis
 thru Revelation…
God’s idea of marriage is
 for any person or nation.

Many can try to change what God
 has already designed.
It’s no wonder why so many have 
“confused” minds.

Let’s come back to God and
 trust him with our life!
The one who set up marriage as; 
“one husband and one wife!”

By Jim Pemberton


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THE MASTERPIECE



A masterpiece of creation woman is
With a treasure of feelings in her soul
Ready to give, to care, to love, to please
If a man, her heart, manage to console!



 © Demetrios Trifiatis
    07 SEPTEMBER 2014


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Love Torn

For those unfulfilled...


Faint light's illumination.
On my mind, a rumination.

I want you still.
Don't you feel
the same?

I've seen a perfect world
between this boy and girl

where there aren't tears
and hearts don't fear
the pain.

Yet in reality,
set in formality

the lines are read
"I'm fine," you said,
by phone.

just know one little thing:
a lonely soul may sometimes bring

heartache enough for two,
yet awake I"ll call to you,
alone.


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Creation, Curse and Promise

Since eternity past God the Father Son & Holy Spirit dwelled in unity and sweet fellowship.
Then Three-In-One decided to make a marvelous universe with an earth for life to dwell.
Creating an amazing array of creatures was the easy part – the risk was on the last made.
For unlike other creatures, man & woman were made in God's likeness with a Spirit.

That Spirit communicated with God, and harmony reigned as earth was well cared for.
Freedom to do was great – limited by but one tree that the humans were not to ear from.
At that tree, Satan disguised himself as an innocent snake and asked the woman questions.
Did God really say don't eat from this tree?  Well, that's to keep you from becoming like Him.

Look its fruit is beautiful and one bite and you'll know what God does and be Jehovah's equal.
Eve was confused, for this didn't sound like what Adam said God told her, but wouldn't it be grand.
If God is so good, why would he keep this secret from us of being able to be like Him – is He jealous?
The firm, juicy fruit was indeed delicious, and she quickly called Adam to taste, which soon he did.

A small act? Every war, family problem, anger, hatred, lie, killing, stealing, rape, abuse came herefrom.
The beauty of God's creation was now marred with sin that affected every part with death and decay.
God graciously gave Adam & Eve animal skins for no longer would they live in Eden's perfect climate.
From now on there would be sweat for the food they ate and exceedingly great pain during childbirth.
Even their firstborn would murder their second, starting the cycle of revenge and killing that's ongoing.

Yet God also made a promise that one would come who would crush Satan's head while being bruised.
"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God" clues us in to who.
For God's Son Himself would come to teach, heal and offer His life on a Cross to destroy our death curse.
Our sins He would bear and in rising He's seal the promise of eternal life, so great we Jesus' love for us.

For Jesus the cost was unbelievably high, and for us the reward is incredibly great – if we but accept.
Accept that I am a sinner, I've done wrong and need God's forgiveness to live with His perfection.
Accept that Jesus can do what I cannot – change my heart, make my Spirit alive to forever live with God.
This being GOD, the promise of heaven and new earth is sure, though pain lies in between.  Choose now.

For GOD and all creation cry out – this is what life is meant for – to know and love One's Maker.
As humans we live eternally with or apart from God, and His great desire is that we choose with.
But just as an earthly Father cannot force true love, nor does our Heavenly Father – He waits.
Though He made all and knows beginning from end, he waits and yearns that we receive His love.

Then love and be loved by Jesus in life's harshness & delight, sharing that love with other lost children
To work in harmony with the One who made us, makes life new again as our spirit is filled with new life.
There can be dry days when we don't feel His presence, and others so full that we want to shout for joy.
The fact is Our Father GOD, our Savior Jesus, the Holy Spirit, are always with us and never will leave us. Amen.


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Out of the Blues.

I have given up on life, I have resigned to fate,
thinking I could not have found it, love.
I tried but could not just make it work.
All the best I thought was my dedication 
turned to work out against my desire.
All I wanted was to find that one woman meant for me
As much as I tried, I couldn't just make it happen.
Then I thought I was just not good enough.
And I wondered how other people do it.
I wonder how they make it happen.
To me, it is a miracle that is unattainable.
How they live so happily in love.
I always wondered but felt it was not meant for me  to have a feel of.
An object of mockery for others I became 
because a lonely life i was living
Then suddenly...
Out of the blues you appeared,
all clothed in white robe.
You made straight towards me and i wondered who you were
Then I looked again and then realized who you are
I realized you are my Angel of love.
I thought I was dreaming
then you called my name and i realized it was not a dream
The value of my patience was found in you
Then I realized loving would not have been better if it was not with you.
In you I have found joy, peace and dignity.
In you I have found all the woman I have ever wanted.
Then I realized I could not have been more luckier.
I LOVE YOU


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I remember

I Remember



I remember .....
when a woman cups her breast not in passion
she uses a softness, 
a lightness that is alien to me.
It fills me with wonder, 
and the bitter sweet heart ache of a need to protect her
from all hurt.

I remember .....
once, in the end days of a love dying, 
the woman did this.
And the bitter sweet heart ache became unbearable
when I realised I was the cause of much of her pain.
The conflict within me was so intense, 
I thought I might go mad.

I remember .....
I remember strange things


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Shade of pink

The flowers are some shade of pink, 
I couldn't really grasp the exact color because I was in a rush to get them to you,
I didn't want that color,
I wanted the color blue,
Because I really don’t love you,
Like that, 
I see you as a person I can talk to you,
Not a person that I can lay next to,
I want to break up with you,
I don’t have the courage to so,That’s why now,
I’m sitting next to you and your pink flowers,
Wishing that I have powers, 
To change myself to someone that is not a coward.


Details | ABC | |

To my wife

She wore kindness, forgiveness and the romance crown, 
Loved her when she laughed, yelled, groan, cried or croon,  
Silliness, jokes, laughs, rivers of love, kisses above us flown, 
Young lovers we were, holding hands, with devotion upgrown. 
I was once lost in the darkness of life, and gave up the fight,
She hold my hands, "come" she said, to open field to sunlight,
"Let go" again she said, run, play, sing, spin and whirl in might,
I was luminary again, radiated like celestial fire on moonless night.
She is the one, who ignited the stars, and planted the roses, 
Decorated my life with her musical cords, and magical gnosis,
So special my darling, possesses the miracles and the stick of Moses,
Happy 27th anniversary my gorgeous wife, and with love I closes.


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Meetup

MEETUP

Why can’t you see me?
I sit here so close
Am I invisible?
Or merely a ghost?

A circle of nomads
A wandering tribe
We gather for game night 
To share a good vibe

The words that I utter
Those words which I groom
Leave me here idle
The lonely buffoon

The stroke of your hair
A touch of your hand
Might this be my path?
To the promised land

The sound of your voice
The timbre’s effect
I ask myself often
Might we connect?

I know that I’m lacking
In all that you yearn
How can I please you?
How can I learn?

Why can’t you see me?
I’m sitting quite near
Alas game night’s ending
Till next time my dear


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 | Quatrain | |

Soulmate

She was everything he could dream of, 
Fantasy given a live heartbeat. 
An unattainable rare jewel, 
Leaving a taste beyond bittersweet. 

An angel sent from the high Heavens, 
The epitome of perfection. 
A beautiful spirit blossoming, 
Wearing an untainted complexion. 

Hypnotic, mesmerizing motions, 
Elegance persuading the skeptics, 
The definition of modesty, 
Silencing the jealous heretics. 

An angelic smile providing light, 
Contagious, spinning heads turn around. 
Starry eyes glittering in the night, 
A dreamers search ends, paradise found.


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O You Heartless Stranger

O you heartless stranger, leave not this heart in strange,
Over the roads of SM Street your eyes sees me discrete,
Mind not me but me in stare that you don't give a care
And you don't but still I stare heavily before you bare.
Let the talkers talk witches spell and ring their bell,
But there dwell a rare hell in me like a shell,
To call you and tell-- I am near don't fear my near,
Hear this stranger's love so clear amidst your peer,
Call me to you my soul of soul or let me my soul,
Wrap your fear to my tear till my pain flee in vain.
Call me selfish and you do, for ever, selfish
Holding your hand for ever, selfish and I am selfish!
I wait here, still here till you wake and see me here,
And I wait, still here and I wait….

©Anees Rahman


Details | Light Poetry | |

After the storm

After the storm life seems fresh

our Lord took us out of that mess

After the storm

the sun shines through

Our Lord made us brand new

After the storm

we walk in His light

things seem so bright

After the storm

people know

His love has touched us

His love is new


After the storm

we look at the sky

We praise Him for all He does

He keeps us in line

After the storm

life is nice


He is the one

whom gives us advice!



Written by:©Betty Bolden

8-11-04


Details | I do not know? | |

Summer

I swear to the summer- I am a well-aged drummer...

Like liver and pee's

Like grease on the tree's

Like Sweet tarts and tea

I swear to the summer- I am a well-aged drummer...

Like listeners without runners

Like dangerous men without gunners

-Don't be naked just be funner

Don't be jaded just act like your comin'

I swear to the summer- I need no real number

I swear to your comin'- I love the leader and all the wanderer

And the fisherman

And the ponderer 

And the drinker

And the blunderer

I swear to the summer -I am a well aged drummer

I can take away your lumber

And burn it like a hunter

I can turn it into somethin'

-that I saw in the light of the reflection

I can see you dance well in the mist

Of nature's best kiss

And resist when you need the fist

And reminisce,
even though I am just a man
And I have never felt the shit

Like a tall building that hasn't been built yet

Like an animal that hasn't been born yet

Like man with his child

Like women with her mild

Life has a style

You have it,
and you fill

In the mind
And in the child

Just to say it again,
you have been the smile 

And your love makes me wild

And your hugs hold for miles

And your fun takes the pile

And even though you're gone now I can stay for a while

And sway in the reef when the tide lifts me

And feel the knees when I become weak 

And be too much when too much hits me

And sleep when god reads me


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I Got IT! A Poem of Religious Humor

I may not be the finest of the finest, 
but I still got IT
I may not have the bling or swaggard, 
but I still got IT

IT been around for a while
ever since Adam said to Eve in the first poem
ever to be spoken

	"You are bone of my bone 
	flesh of my flesh
	you are my! woman
	because from me you were taken"
	Genesis 2:23

Then God say to Adam 
	"Leave me! your father and mother
	Keep your woman and become one flesh"
	Genesis 2:24

I am a woman taken from a man
and still got IT


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a woman in the weeds watching the river

                                A WOMAN IN THE WEEDS WATCHING THE RIVER

you sit in the tall weeds
hidden from a world
you do not do not do not
wish to participate in.
you believe it would be easier
to live with flying cars, monkeys
who talk, breathing
under water without gills.
up ahead the river bends
to the left, the right and now
a battleship rounds into view.
you watch the sailors work
the oars.  there must be at least
twenty or twenty-thousand.
you poke your head over the
tall weeds and meet the eyes
of the woman in the crow’s nest.
this ship is doomed.  woman cursed,
a streak of blood down her legs,
down the pole, a puddle on the deck
(drink up, drink up, drink up).
you lay down in the tall weeds
and curl your body into a tight ball.
you do not do not do not
wish to participate in Olympic
sized games so you toss all your pills
into the river and the judges
give you perfect tens for form.  
you celebrate by breathing yourself 
into a world where all things are possible
impossible, real.  you drive a flying car,
you talk with talking monkeys, you breathe
underwater without gills.  you sneak aboard
the doomed ship and drink the beautiful woman’s 
blood.  hiding in the weeds, you wipe your mouth
with the back of your hand and you love, you love,

you love.

Copyrighted
January 16, 2012
Jim Brewer


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A Fallen Love

There you go again, in and out my life like a disappearing act. 
There my mind is, as it's wondering in a daze from just your appearance. 
All lost down deep in my soul, my heart feels like its melting. 
Like that of a snow in the sun, the water runs like blood through my veins. 
Like the water that melts from the ice so does my love for you. 

It is there I have fallen deep in love with a woman of far lands. 
Way out west my sunset is as you have all I got to give. 
That of my greatest love I have for thee. 
I can't hardly catch my breath as it hurts me to breathe. 
My pain is down below like none I have ever felt. 
Because it is there you have stolen a heart in prep. 

It cry's loud from with in my being. 
With in my body the tear drops falls from my eye. 
It shatters the floor with a hard hit you see. 
Like a bomb has went off in me. 
It is there I can not control the flow. 
As my tears pour like a fountain from inside. 

It is there far away we are from one another you see. 
That it is there my world has stopped just because you are not here. 
There I do not sleep at nights because my mind has no rest. 
Because it is you only to which I dream as my eyes stay wide open. 
As I daydream of you at nights. 
And that is the reason there is no sleep for the wicked. 

As our talks have died out but the feelings still exists. 
There my love still remains, for a woman of my dreams. 
But there I Love you the most. 
As I feel as if I am dyeing from the inside out. 
But there you still hold a place in my heart that is deep of emotion. 
As it is only you I want to be near. 
As I want to love you forever in the days to come.


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Victim

I am struggling to make sense of my feelings and thoughts
wondering if grief counseling should be sought
but I did not lose a loved one, that is not why I am with grief
I grieve because I have lost myself and most of my belief
Not religious wise though, God and I are okay
We'll be even better once this heartache goes away
Only thing is, is that it never does
And I beat myself up for not being the woman that I once was

I let the wrong man get the best of me
A decision that will follow me to eternity
I made a mistake and believed in love
What I should've done was invest in a pair of boxing gloves
Black, blue, swollen, and red
So many clothes I own are stained with the blood I bled

However, the physical scars don't amount to the emotional and mental ones
Or the guilt that I feel sometimes when I look at my son
Sometimes I fear what kind of man he will be
And I pray 
Everyday
That he will never raise his hands at me
I pray that he respects every woman and every little girl
Lord knows I was disrespected enough, just trying to bring him into this world
Now that he is here, I know my son is heaven sent
But I am still so angry and filled with such resentment
Sometimes its hard to look at him and not remember the nights I cried
Or any of the nights that we both could have died
By the hands
Of the man
Whom was supposed to love us both unconditionally
Who beat the love out of me 
Throughout my entire pregnancy


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sad and alone

Sad and Alone
Sometimes I feel sad and alone
But to no one I dare moan
For in my soul I keep it there
My bed at night feels cold and bare
At times my life feels alright
But most of the time it’s a fight
My head spins so much I feel light
I try to concentrate with all my might
I need not worry about a significant other
I really miss the love of my younger brother
What I need to worry about now is me
To work on filling my heart with glee
I hope soon again I will be happy
The attention of another woman I need to see
For now the love of my parents is fine
Until I can find the woman I can call mine
I wish god would give me a sign
Until then I’ll end it with this last line


Details | Dodoitsu | |

AH, LONELY WOMAN

Ah, lonely woman watching
the rising of the full moon,
which gives off intense brightness...
you seem a phantom!


Trees are stately sentinels
who protect you from danger,
but they too need to be protected
from the foul weather!


Ah, lonely woman why wait?
All you'll find is tiny stars
that surround the oval moon...
oh, what hope is there? 


Snow has already fallen,
the cold wind will freeze your tears!
Oh, only spring can melt them
when sunshine returns!


Details | Haiku | |

Sunlight love

You are like the sun
shining in brilliant beauty
but I cannot stare

Too close and I scorch
flaring passion sparks within
burning out my heart

Too far and I die
frozen cold in lifeless ice
I die without you

Beyond my control
I orbit, needing your warmth
I cannot approach

In the sunset glow
the red flows like my blood does
when gazing at you

I cry at night time
moonlight fails to reflect you
and my spirit fades

At sunrise I smile
because I can spend the day
before your presence


Details | Verse | |

Utter Perfection

The way you sit and comb your hair, with languid strokes and shoulders bare; your gazing at the looking glass, reveals your pedigree and class. The way you walk with swaying hips, the way you kiss with melting lips. I love the way you come to bed; it’s in your smile. No words are said. And furthermore, as time goes by, no mists have melted from the eye. If truth be told, no ifs, no buts; it’s very clear - you drive me nuts! ~
For Michael's "The Perfect Woman" Competition by Charles Clive.


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Child of Mine

Its so crazy
Everybody's having babies.

They're truly blessed 
Yes i must say
It seems someone is having a baby all day everyday

One of my own?
That's something I don't have
Although i did become pregnant long ago,
That's a thorn in my past
The joy i felt could never be described
When i had that miscarriage
O lord i cried and cried

Ever since then 
Its an emptiness I cant fill
And to think, women try to avoid that joy with one simple pill

It seems that women who don't deserve kids, want to only throw them away
But for that bundle of a blessing 
I pray every day 

I have dreams of having my own
Possessing my smile and looking into my own eyes
I dream of hearing that giggle
That would be the ultimate prize

There's nothing like your own legacy
Being able to prepare him or her for this life
I know things wouldn't be easy 
But that would be my never dimming light

I pray my day will come
Deep inside that's why i strive to live
To bring the world a piece of me
Pass down my spirit
I have so much nurturing to give

It seems as each year gets harder to accept that i haven't conceived
I'm starting think
Maybe God doesn't plan to make me a mommy to be.

My biggest fear is never having a child
Just that thought drives my imagination wild
But I put my faith in God 
I pray my dream comes true
O how i cant wait to meet the little "YOU"

By Kioshi D Love


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equality love

                                (1/10/13)

what i want is a woman like you, who can share
the same dream our whole life thru.
who wants to feel " love" every waking hour
and feel loves strength and its power.
a woman who can feel our every need and emotion
and still support our mistakes with complete devotion.

a woman that with each step she has found
that she will not be beaten to the ground.
one who has a positive attitude on life
and knows what we do - we'll do right.

let's join our hearts together and become one
then our hearts will never succumb
we will beat whatever comes our way
as we fight it day to day.

a woman who is not afraid to hold hands as 
we walk down the street, and greet people that we meet.
a woman who does not want to be superior or inferior
but my equal, and ignoring remarks of other people.

i want a woman who is not afraid to fight
for what she thinks and feels and knows is right.
let's be equal you and i - for equality is a love divine

(C) L . RAMS


Details | Free verse | |

Someone

My someone
Is like the sun
That bears life and gives shine
She is very unique
Undefinable
Yet so simple

She is the reason I continue
To trod this way of life
Not that I am fast
But it suddenly came
Very magical

Sparkling eyes
Heart throbbing
Stunned by the moment
Catches the rest of me

Falls into the pit
Of my deepest
Emotions
There is no one like her
For I know this is something
Not only an infatuation
More than what I feel

If only she would know
How long I hid
From the reality
That rattles my being

Don't let the night come forth
Let me be at your side
For it may be cold
Not so because I know
You're there
And especially
My special someone
Is none other than
You


Details | Romanticism | |

Locked In And Set

What happens when two are destined to drift 
Slowly forever apart?

They'll tell each other of crossing paths again
One day, that this is just a new start!

Time marches on though
While these two meet many others...

But to their first true love
They won't ever forget...

Because their hearts, for each other
Have been Locked In And Set


Details | Free verse | |

I am a Woman

I am a woman, and hatred is my middle name
The hate stubbed in me
By the person who should have loved me
The man so called Daddy

I am a woman, and hatred is my middle name
Who is never allowed to run free
Always compared, always asked to do his way
And even got my first love kicked out of our door

I am a woman, and hatred is my middle name
And life does not treat me well
Only leading me from one disappointment to another
Waiting for a hero to come and get me out of hell

I am a woman and hatred is my middle name
I found the hero, after 18 years of pain
But alas, he has chosen another woman
Instead of me, the first love of his

I am a woman and hatred is my middle name
I try so hard to hurt her for taking my hero
She who took my man's heart
The heart that should’ve been mine

Yet, the thing I don't realize, I hurt him more than her
Cause she is the light of his life and I have taken it from him
Making him a dead man walking with a big hole in his heart
A hole that I cannot fill since it belongs to her

I am a woman and hatred is my middle name
Now I am dying from my own cause
The stupidity of thinking and assuming
That I am hurting her when in fact I am killing myself.


Details | Sonnet | |

MORNING ADVENTURE

(For Ukadike Chimma)
 
That day I was but walking on my path, full of self-confidence,

heading towards a purpose I had set from my residence.

My humble head bowed low, I pressed forward in a haste,

yet I was mindful lest I outrun my chance to court a waste.

Leaving behind the sights and all that my back had brought

to face what my way’d unveil, I prepared even to be fought.

Forcefully my head was raised, for something had beckoned—

it was an irresistibly pretty figure I saw or so I had reckoned.

I gave a pause, poised to find what the distance would unfold,

little foreseeing I would enjoy defeat from what I set to behold.

The more it advanced the lesser my endurance and my strength.

I trembled: it was the first adventure facing me from this length.

I am a young soldier though, at home, in a haste, I’d left my wit,

and now struck helpless by her soothing hit, I am no more fit.

Have mercy, spare me, for all my skills I have lost or unlearned,

or take a wink to look away while I address the desire I discerned.

If I am blessed to accomplish this task, I shall be more than glad;

but If I fall casualty to the defeat of the challenge, I shall be sad,

for I have never before retreated from a duet of this kind all in vain,

yet if I can use up all I have left, I shall not care to manage a gain.

Now she’s near so it’s time I waved her a stop to give my best,

since I’ve got two awesome things—this task and a school test.

To pass one and fail the other (or miss one) is going to mean a crime.

God, help me here with overwhelming words as my tongue I prime,

because I must not exhibit a repelling style or make a worse blunder

and be displeased with  my waning military spirit if we’re put asunder.

Do you understand I can’t make out why I stand under your charm,

because it always takes place the other way round without any harm?

The ethereal lure radiating from this unblemished skin equals the cost

of your doting parentage, the root you grew from that mustn’t be lost.

Now you grow, grow and grow, while skeptics marvel as you soar tall

from the root of this tree that you must garden and see it doesn’t fall.

If you can disorientate me in this manner while I forget to remember

what I’m capable of,  you deserve kudos from January to December.

Because of waywardness my tongue should give way to my clever pen

which is mightier than the sword and be the spokesman of wise men.

It adores the spotless teeth you flaunt as a sign of mildness and peace;

appreciates the dazzling light in your eyes that reduces one to a piece;

and promises to smear your plumb cheeks with  deserving delight

by ensuring that you beam with dimples like the stars in the night.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Laugh from a Beautiful Woman

Sapphire eyes sparkle. 
Cheeks glow a deeper shade of perfect.
Pink lipstick glistens
..on lips pulled to a smile over sugar-white teeth.
You think I’m funny.
I think you are impossibly more beautiful now.
Your smile grows lusty
..to a laugh, unplanned, playful, and luscious.
I fall silent with a desperate need 
to make you laugh again.
My magic is gone.


Details | Lyric | |

You Are Hard

You are hard, you are brash,
Your swagger is flash,
And when we touch base, your talk turns to cash.

You are loud, especially in a crowd,
But when your rowdy anger flies
Your friends are suitably cowed.

You are strong, but weak as well,
When someone's wrong you give them hell,
But when they're right you're even worse -
oh, how we love to hear you curse!

Hopes and hearts you broke before
lie littered by each bedroom door,
In their love-lost legions,
they nurse their dark sweet lesions.

You of ice, then of wild fire,
A self-confessed accomplished liar.
Yet still we dance attendance full, 
on you - our heart's desire!

You will not leave a friend without,
But on that friend will scream and shout.
No stauncher ally can be found,
But to your life we must be bound.

Tough as diamond, soft as silk,
No deeper well of kindness' milk.
On we who dwell within your walls,
No shadow of oblivion falls!


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God's Definition of Marriage


God designed marriage as the real thing!
Anything less, is what a counterfeit brings!

His concept of one man and woman is very real.
He’s not interested in bowing to “man’s appeal.”

His court of justice rings very loud and clear!
The truth of his word shall NEVER disappear!

You can look in Genesis and it is found!
He created Adam from the dust of the ground!

He designed Eve from one of his ribs!
They were joined together as  both lived!

He didn’t need a constitution to know “their rights.”
He gave them HIS WORD as their guiding light!

Satan has been trying to pervert what God created!
This is a truth.  And need not be debated!

We have cheapened the value of the marriage institution!
And have added needless 
chaos and confusion!

Through the Bible, one husband and wife are taught!
Unless you want to live in Sodom, as did Lot!

Ungodly perversions take many forms and kinds.
And it soon piles up garbage into our minds!

“What God has put together.” 
 “Let no man put asunder.!”
Many ideas of “marriage,” is a total blunder!

One man and one woman is what God ordained in Eden.
It was Adam and Eve.  
Not Adam and Steven!

The choices in life are yours!  And yours alone!
Who is going to be the Lord, of your heart and home?

By Jim Pemberton  


Details | I do not know? | |

She



A sweetly-scented, earthy rain-storm,
she came to me,

thunderously raging with raw emotion,
she came to me,

drenched in the essence of truth,
she came to me,

she touched a chord deep inside,
she strummed away all emptiness,

she came to me,

once...

she comes to me,

still...


a gentle presence filling my life,


she comes to me,


still,

a healing spirit soothing all inner strife.





Details | Lyric | |

The One for Me

                                           Oh how I long for love,
                The love of my life, a woman not perfect but just right.
When I find her I will love her from the soles of her feet to the crown of her head.
                                 With out this love my soul lies dead.
                                    Not to find this love in my life,
                               Abolishes my dream of a future wife.
                  When I find her, I'll marry her and let the God above
                       Plant and cultivate the seed of everlasting love.
                             Only by itself can that love be awakened,
                              That love I won't let be shaken or taken.
                                 I've loved several, I gave them my all,
But not knowing what love was, I stood helplessly by, and watched love fall.
          I gave it my all, with all of my might, but God knew what I didn't,
                                               The time wasn't right.
                                   With faith, and not a doubt, I will find,
                               The woman who will make my life divine.
                                            With fear, it might be to late,
                                     I'll place my future in the hand of fate.
                                         Maybe one day, I hope it will be.
                 I will hold her close hearing her say, she was waiting for me.

                                                             By 
                                                      Jay Johnson


:The ice has been broken




Details | Rhyme | |

The Wife

The wife stood by her husband in the garden. Her husband's hand intertwined with hers.

She looked up at the clear blue sky at a flock of exotic birds. A spring breeze danced

around her and her husband's naked physiques. The sunlight painted their skin. The 

wind kissed their cheeks. "I love you,"  The wife said to her husband brushing his long 

raven black hair away from his face. "I love you too,"  The husband replied before 

leaning forward and giving his wife's lips a taste. The two held each other as they 

stood in front of a blooming tree. They kissed and kneaded on each other feeling

spirited and carefree. Nothing could separate them now. Their love for each other

was strong. The wife held her husband, thanking God for his creation and humming 

her favorite love song. She whispered into his ear holding his muscular body against

her plump breast. She caressed her lips against his beard feeling his heart beating 

against her chest. The husband wanted to melt with his wife. He prepared to give her

another passionate kiss. But his lips hesitated when he heard what sounded like a loud

hiss. The wife immediately used her body to shield and protect her husband when she

saw the snake approaching. The serpent's skin shimmered like diamonds. Its eyes 

shifting and searching. "I should have killed you earlier!"  The wife said with a seething 

anger as she looked down at the sneaky slithering beast. The serpent hissed furiously 

as he showed his fangs opening his mouth to feast. "Go away!"  The wife shouted down 

at the supernatural snake. Her anger burning within her. The serpent's neck she desired 

to break. The creature kept coming with his flesh glimmering in the sunlight. His fangs 

were positioning themselves as he raised  up preparing to take a bite. But the serpent 

misjudged as he watched the wife put up a fight. Before he knew it she had already  

grabbed his head. She squeezed him as hard as she could, crushing his body until he 

was dead. The wife smiled when she saw what her and her husband were going to have 

for dinner tonight. She threw the snake's body over her shoulder knowing that instead of 

a piece of fruit. Snake meat would satisfy the appetite just right. The wife went back to 

hugging on her husband, relaxing her hands against his hips.  "I love you."  She said. 

"I love you too."  The husband smiled while leaning forward to nestle his mouth against

her lips.


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Fifty-Seven Years Ago Today

Fifty-Seven Years Ago Today


With new dress and suit, flowers, and hair fixed just right
The dreams, plans, and labors of our lives would unite

My brother and his gal stood beside us on the spot
To give witness to the world that we tied the knot

We stood nervous before the preacher at his home
Promised to cling to each other; never to roam

Said “I do” to the questions; gave the preacher his pay
Man and wife; fifty-seven years ago today.


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ANTICIPATING TRUE LOVE

2 days away from the woman of my dreams
It’s taking forever to get here or so it seems
I want to fast forward hurry up and make her mine
I want to see her beautiful eyes filled with sunshine
Her eyes drew me in reminding me of the deep blue see
When I looked deeply into them good life I could see
We talked until she fell asleep most nights
But I stuck awake wanting to turn on the lights
So I could see her beauty shining once again
Sometimes I did click the light now and then
I never thought being here in love would ever come true
But now I sit here as proof that it could happen to you
Her mother told me once she wanted her daughter to know love that was dear
Well I promised her that love had lied right here
That I would take care of her daughter and her I would never try to replace
I was not certain of the look on her mother’s face
But I Hope it was just worry in form of a knot
Because I promise to never break her daughter’s heart
Instead I will be the rock in which she can always lean on for support
I will utilize every lesson in love, I was ever taught
Not sure how to say it but thank you for this beautiful creation
She is the most beautiful woman of the entire nation
My princess my queen whatever she prefers
As long as she is mine and I am hers


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Days Gone By

    She stands upon the castle tower,
long ebon locks caught by a playful wind.
Green eyes gaze across the court yard,
at the first fingers of dawn touching the horizon.
She espies two small clouds of dust,
one from the east and the other from the west,
growing larger as they draw near the castle.
Even now she can see her two suitors approach.
One ,wearing all black,a void
stealing all the light ,
as a thief might take the rays of the sun.
She smiles ,and the other,
Dressed in the purest silver,
agleam in the suns rays.
The Black Knight will ask for her hand.
 He will stay out with the boys at the pub drinking,
then wenching,beat her,and never treat her as a lady.
The Silver Knight will ask for her hand.
He will hold open doors for her,
bring flowers to her,show kindness,
and treat her like a princess.
Once again she smiles ,
this is no decision.
She will choose her Silver prince,
to be treated as a lady ,as any woman would wish.
She runs to the stairs leading down,her last thoughts
why would any woman not wish to be treated as a lady?
Why would any man mistreat one of God's greatest gifts?


                               Where have the days of chivalry gone.          


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SAD HEART FULL OF REGRET

Many years have hastily passed
like each woman I briefly loved;
and those images of beautiful days
seem to bring back wonderful memories...
but every hurried choice I made was the most foolish one!
 

Sad heart full of regret, why have you chosen loneliness
over womanly arms to hold and caress,
when nights find an incomplete man lost in despair?
Ask yourself if lust is as lasting as love, or just lingers and dies,
not caring if the other lover will be deprived of desires?        


Wishing for now seems to help a bit,
starting hope with a spark that will inflame me...
to make me seriously think of our future together,
not relying on unrealistic dreams, but on reality;
oh, how much she would love to hear that! 


Sad heart, full of regret...
spare yourself a new possible heartbreak,
look for someone whose fate 
is written in the stars as your soulmate;
find in her the desiderable qualities you seek!


On her birthday I always send her roses as red as her lips, 
and as she opens her door she cries for joy...
what other proof do I need to test her fidelity...
if not the incredible woman she could really be?
And who's yearning for that fantasy to unfold in various shapes?  


Sad heart full of regret, idolize her as Venus, the goddess...
when I put flowers in her curly, blonde hair; won't those eyes
listen carefully as I whisper words of intense tenderness,
never thinking that any of them would become shameful lies? 
Tomorrow will come and love will shower us with smiles!  




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Black Woman

Capturing me in her sexiness
her ebony skin rivals the marvels of the universe
With skin of midnight and a smile that shines like the moon
brightening up my life
Allowing me to blossom like African Violets
taking in the rays of the sun
Taking root in her fertile black soil
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet
aka Red Seven aka The Brown Philosopher


Details | Light Poetry | |

My Lady

My lady of convolution 
You’re the one that called my soul
 To trace the path of no return 
Leaving me in haze
 Unable to seek your voice
 
My lady I know you not 
Yet you stole my presence
 My mind my heart my pen
 All I can think all I can write
 Mastering your manoeuvers 

My lady I heard of your pain
 A scar that ever will remain
 Your fear is reasoned
 Though downfall is not your mode 
For your eyes are sparkling with ire
 
My lady I’ll yield not
 Though time has a say
 Time ain’t on our side
 Must act must decide
 For we are destined to die
 
My lady I adore you 
For whom you are
 And that of your beliefs
 Rather than whom you belong to 
And the clan you breathe
 
My lady hear me not 
For my words are my enemies
 My love is my warrior
 My battle has just started
 My Gain or lose are chapters of glory
 
My lady you’ll ever be
 A girl that turned a myth into realm


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Let Me Be Your Bass Guitar

You brush across my heartstrings
Vibrates them like a bass guitar
You're the player
So am I the bass?
Let me be your bass guitar..

Arpeggios flow
We know the solos so..
This sparkling light alights our deeper sea
The stilled moon bathes as our rolling waves entwine
Where Love slips Time, eternally..

Let me be your bass guitar
Hearts duetting fingertips
Embrace the one plus one as One
The sum, the sound of Aum..

Let me be your bass guitar
Ripple your notes celestial
Space amplifies drunk by the sipping Star
The ocean seashells echo..

(to read poems on my poetry site just search Suki Spangles)


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Trapped in her beauty-

Trapped in her beauty-
oh such beauty so uncommon in this world,
such beauty she possesses like a jewel in a dust cloud
of destruction, greed, violence, and death;
her beauty is such a thing that possesses my heart
and entangles my soul;
for trapped in her beauty is beauty in itself.

She is lovely,
like no other before,
and she knows something
that none have known before.
She is beautiful,
and she is kind;
love conjured me and her beauty
locked me away from society;
I lost my mind when she'd gone away a year ago today;
now I see she is no where to be found-
still I am still trapped in her luxurious beauty-

.2.14.2014.


Details | Narrative | |

The Boy and The Sand - Part One

Here's another little story
Told around my land;
This one's of a little boy who
Loved to play with sand.

You could find him on the beach on
Semi-humid days;
"Moisture in the air," he said, "will
Help me set the grains."

He'd construct these works of art that
Seem like they're too real;
Statues, castles, planets, ships,
Nothing's too surreal.

Fortunate was I too see his
Very last attempt;
"Now I'll try to carve out something
Free of world's contempt."

"Beauty is the source for this one.
Love, the motive right.
She'll be great! I know she will have
Beauty multiplied."

Starting with a mound of sand, he
Chucked the first bit off;
Then, as if he knew to fly, he
Whizzed around stuff.

What I saw before me was a
Tribute to success;
Sand that had no form at all was
Turning to noblesse.

Finally, he settled down and
Looked at what he made;
Standing there was but a goddess
Lying in the shade.

Beauty was the inspiration,
No doubt in my mind;
His creation was the best in
All of humankind.

"Something's just not right," he said while
Reaching for his pail;
"Can't just leave it like it is, so
Meek, so hard and pale."

After some reflective time, he 
Ran to the lagoon;
Then he started humming out a
Soft and gentle tune.

When the water heard his song so
Lofty in the wind,
It responded with a light that
Spawned from its within.

Beaming out into the air, the
Light began to rise,
Like a worm that's coming up for
Water from the skies.

The worm of light began to make
Its way across the beach;
And when it came next to the art
It came to sudden breach.

The light began to swirl around
The woman made of sand.
It started at her chest and spread
Throughout her feet and hands.

And what my eyes beheld me next
Was nothing short of awe;
The woman made of sand began
To breathe and move her jaw.


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Nothing is Forever

I love this woman     Only her face do I see     When we make love     It`s the way it should be     You were 18     I was 22     One night in my arms     Next day said I do     You said forever     I said the same     Believed our love would burn     Like the eternal flame     Bought a big house     For you and I     In loving arms     Till the day we die     You say you love me     You say you care     Impossible to believe     A woman with more than one affair Never love a woman     With 2 faces     She breaks your heart in all the wrong places


Details | Lyric | |

Singing the Blues

Have you ever, met a woman before?
Yes have you ever, loved a woman before? 
You wake up and see her, and run out the door

That’s my woman, that’s my strife, that’s my wife


I met my woman in a pub
Yes, met my woman in a pub
Only woman kicked out the ugly club

That’s my woman, that’s my strife, that’s my wife

She’s never been kissed by a boy
Yes never been kissed by a boy
You’ll feel compassion for her abused sex toy

That’s my woman, that’s my strife, that’s my wife

Chorus: 
That’s my woman, that’s my strife, that’s my wife
You know marrying her has ruined my life
But I love her, I love her so


Details | I do not know? | |

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg…


…With sighs of torrential passion,
the heavens shower teardrops,

weeping with me,
as memories of you come cascading back,

skin on skin, ablaze,
moist kisses, fiery,
gentle whispers of undying love, murmured,

in another life, another time,

far removed from my present, a desolate state of despair,
wallowing in the grime.

…

The rain keeps falling,
each teardrop stinging my face,

tasting the salt on my lips,

I wonder, do you still remember the caresses of my fingertips,

between breathy confessions, and vows of eternal love,

before you left me, stranded on an island of solitude,

wounded as a wingless dove,

bereft of life,
stripped of all traces of fortitude


Details | Rhyme | |

The Continuing Saga of Adam and Eve

The Story of Adam and Eve
Is all well and good and fine,
It marks the frailties of each sex
Without really trying.

First of all it shows the Love of our Creator,
The One, the Good, the True, the Beautiful,
And the deviousness of the Hater.
Antithesis of Love and Justice; a traitor.

The story of Adam and Eve 
Is all well and good and fine.
It marks the frailties of each sex
Without really trying.

In our selfish disobedience
we are the very same today,
In our sinful expedience
to get our own way.

Adam was created first,
the woman as an ad lib.
Because Adam was lonely for his own kind
God formed her from his rib.

Well, they were doing just fine
Until one day the serpent said “Eve
You want to be like God, I believe.”
She said yes that would be fine.

So she gave Adam a tempting plausible line,
And he apathetically joined in the sinful crime.
Didn’t want to make any waves, you know,
After all he had his seeds to sow.

And so we see how they fared
Still, woman always shooting for control
The man timid and scared.
The snake laughing in his hole.

So men, before you succumb to so called feminists
and both sexes spend eternity crying…
Remember, ..God  only gave her your rib…
so please,.. take back your spine.












Details | Epic | |

Sweet Dreams part 3

It's been a long while
Since I've drempt this dream
But now I am ready
Or that's how it seems
A woman did stare at me
As I stumbled around
She pointed a finger
Down at the ground

My vision was blurry
and my voice was weak
The woman did say to me,
"Is this what you seek?"
A girl lay at my feet
Her hair red as fresh blood
I stooped down to retriever her
From the sloppy mud

Her eyes met my eyes
I felt her heart race
She hugged me strongly
And kissed my face
She spoke no language
That I heard before
I could not understand her
But I wanted to hear more

I led her safely
Down the cloud mountain path
We walked the forest quietly
As to not incur arachnid wrath
We walked along the stream
That I walked long ago
But it was not flowing
Twas covered in snow

We climbed the shear rockface
Singing songs as we went
When we reached the top
We were quite spent
A snail did approach us
Was this Mr. Chance?
I turned to speak to him
But he put me in a trance

His eyes were swirling
And his body did glow
He approached my beauty
I yelled out "Chance, no!"
I broke his spell on me
I'd make him pay
Before I could reach him
He sprouted wings and flew away

I led my beauty
To the edge of my dream
But something was wrong
Or that's how it seemed
I started to wake
And my dream faded away
Before I could grab her
I started my day

I could've gotten her out
Out of my dream
But I couldn't reach her
Or that's how it seems
I hope she's still there
When I again sleep deep
I can't live without her
I can't wait for sleep


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Signs

I love you so much more than the sun in the sky
Love you so much girl, and just can't tell exactly why
To confess my love, to you, is all I wish to say
Tell you outright, at the break of each new day

Our worlds seem to align 
And it's not by design
I want you in my arms forever, to be mine
Oh love, just give me a sign

I've had none before, and well, you've had nine
But with this I am fine
To the shores of forever, with you, I will find
If you just give me some Signs

Signs, from you and above, oh how I'm praying for
Please pretty girl, won't you open the door?
Leave me crying on the floor
Leave me girl, wanting so much more

How can lonely hearts mend?
Find others for their love to send
All across the sands of these times
Show me the way, give me some Signs

You could turn a whole life's world around
Without the utterance of a sound
You could halt his childish whines
If you just gave this poor boy some Signs

Signs, from you and above, oh how I'm praying for
Please pretty girl, won't you open the door?
Leave me crying on the floor
Leave me girl, wanting so much more

Yet here I am, sitting alone and broken
No words to you have been spoken
Why am I so shy? Where did the days go?
Oh how they fly and Oh how you glow
Nothing left to do now, but wait for new Signs


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N Love With U

 What woman has failed to recognize your shine, your beauty from within each bar, your strength? She must have been foolish not to have seen what I have found.  My eternal flame that will never cease to burn, engulfing your knowledge.  You are more then just average, more then just bars and hooks, you are a radiant light, a breathe of fresh air that has allowed me to breath, relax and release.  Supreme being it is a blessing to dwell in your presence... Our bond can never be broken no matter who exist in our inner circle, we remain as a reflection of the sun that other ear's are too sensitive to embrace.  It is misunderstood yet my love is relevant and essential to have in similarity to life, love and respect for the art.  Who was she that has denied the voice of kings and queens crowned with every element not known to man but ordained by a higher power.  Captivating the heart of a woman such as I.  We were soul mate's even before eye's had the pleasure to embrace.  Vibrations in your voice touched every part of me, with every verse you had a chance to recite captivated and locked under your spell as time brought forth the realization of a culture that I belonged to, a mental stimulation nation. You complete and free me from the stress of everyday life, for me you battle the ill street bullies. Beat and break the chains. Your rhyme's untangle me and walk through my mind like a lyrically exercise... So I dance RESTLESS in connection to your cypher and color graffiti. Casting out the fake one's who speak in your name but they are lames, I know you by your name HIP-HOP!!!!!!
				


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Truth Through You

The all knowing,
unforgiving
subconscious
showing our hidden
secrets of
deep crushes;
that boy in the back row with
long blonde dread locks,
snowy-blue eyes,
with hands that sweat
when he is called upon by the teacher,
though only you recognize this fact.
Or that girl,
always wearing chains
hair black and red,
too small to be recognized;
I don't think she cares.
They shatter our hearts,
when they promptly decline the return
of love.
Secrets of
hidden pasts,
haunting
the world; turns black.
You never realize the
change,
the way your body,
without the help of your logic,
but the help of your daytime thoughts,
your desires,
shows your heart,
your basic wants,
your needs,
like the loves you want,
and the true feelings
of those
closest to you;
love, hate, jealousy.
As you are
in
deep,
as deep as an ocean
with your
shining subconscious,
with love,
like the sun's early morning beams
on a calm blue ocean.
You have more to hide,
than a cursed vampire,
always running from the truth,
though you are not he,
but a waiting woman,
beautiful in sight,
unforgettable in thought,
for the vampire steals your knowledge;
ensuring you that you are safe,
forcing you to relive those
pain filled moments
so that
he can
help
with the past
and future.
But you've already given
to him
the symbol of your sincerity,
through a promise.
A promise to stay with him,
to make things work,
solving each problem,
fixing every broken part,
a promise to,
in the end,
be together,
married.
I take them easily,
from your willing hands,
your previous thoughts,
and the love you give me.
So when, that night,
me basking in the
bright light
of my favorite computer game,
battling others on the
fields of justice,
the League of Legends,
and you gradually rolled over
opened your eyes, glistening,
impossible to miss
even in the
dark, enclosed room,
and you ask of me,
with thoughts of purity,
"Come to bed,
I want to sleep next to you,
feel your warmth"
I lost myself in you,
and even though I wasn't tired,
I wrapped up in the large
warm blankets
draped my arms softly over you,
and lost myself to my own Subconscious,
in hopes you will see,
through the most inner parts of
what makes me,
that I truly, truly love you too.


Details | Romanticism | |

No More No More

I still love her
Doesn’t she know, can't she tell?
There's nothing I wouldn't do
Because see, just for her I fell

I still love for her, my only girl
For I miss you all the time
At just the thought of you
My eyes are never dry

Our eyes, my love, they won’t ever again meet
And my heart just feels so sore
Never again will my soul feel your heat
No More No More

I still love her
I still love for her, my only girl
The feeling won’t ever pass
For that love, my first and my last

My arms still long for her to hold
To feel her here with me, in my heart
Regret for the words I never told
It’s ripping me apart

In my dreams, dear, you will persist
For eternity, and evermore
To you, all the best I wish
No More No More

So I still love her
And I will always still love for her, my only girl
She needs to know that I feel this way
But now she's just too far away

I want to make her know, only to let her see
Of what we could have together made
All that she is, and what she means to me
Her face, in my mind, won’t ever fade

How I would’ve loved to be yours
And love you on the shore
But you won’t come knocking on my door
No More No More


Details | Romanticism | |

If love as this so true,

if love as this so true,
then spring roses shall
bloom in winter's midst

if love as this so true,
then winter shall
born a child and
name her spring

if love as this so true,
then I shall take your heart
and mine together,
create art, so beautiful
that the angels in Heaven
shall weep

if love as this so true,
love shall be one with us
and no one could ever come
between us both

if love as this so true,
then I shall pick the most lovely of roses
and show your beauty is
beyond comparison,
for you are my only beautiful rose

I say if love as this so true, if
love as this so true,
then I shall give you the moon
and we lay upon a soft tree
and shall watch as the stars glitter
in the evening twilight
if love as this so true, my love

.12.23.2013.


Details | Free verse | |

TURN THE HOE INTO A HOME WIFE

She is dancing on top of the pole,
Wearing only a pair of shoes.
Lights are turning on and off,
Owning the eyes of  Evil's crews.


In the corner a man bowed his head.
Enjoying the pleasure of a vodka drinks.
Waiting for the moment to end,
And plead to a woman for an hour of seat.


He is a typical guy from a downtown...
Everyday visits  and watching  her afar.
Never aware of love will grow...
Dreaming that someday he take her home.


But who will treat her like a beautiful flower?
The question hanging on her thoughts.
A broken glass that isn't fixable,
Who has the courage to reborn her soul?


She is a woman,dancing on her shoes.
Lights are turning on and off.
His man is sitting,waiting for his turn.
Praying that  her woman  wear  his ring.



Details | Free verse | |

We Burn

The world can freeze
but we can burn 
me and you

the world is wrong 
but you and I 
can make it right

This is our world
made to embrace
and to forever chase

Let's stay warm 
just a day
there is this moment
no matter if it's our last

Long is the night
short is our flame 
that burns so bright


Details | Rhyme | |

Return to a Harbor Town

My ship docks in this harbor town again. I haven’t been here since God knows when. I want to get a drink at this public house place. There’s a girl named Brandy there with a beautiful face. Oh Brandy, what a good wife she would be. However, the first love of my life is the sea. On another voyage, I had to go away. I promised I would return to her someday. Brandy is such a woman so fine. She works at the pub serving whiskey and wine. To any man who sees her, she lights his fire. A wonderful woman like her would be any man’s desire. The barkeep told me Brandy no longer works here. “Remember the silver locket? Brandy held it quite dear. She loved you very much, but she could not wait. We are approaching her second wedding anniversary date.” That was saddening news the man told me. However, now that she’s married, I hope she’ll be happy. Based on the 1972 hit song “Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl)” by the Looking Glass


Details | Rhyme | |

HIDDEN UNTOLD SECRET

mild and fragile you were hidden,
unknown to the pain of rejection.
still new to the emotions of men,
untold feelings of reflection.
like unsung def tones never been heard;
with new deep meaning,
that could move and break even a tear.
an inspiration to the open eye,
soothing like a lullabye.
like a fairy tale never too old to tell;
too valuable to sell,
never to be priced,
free to be attached.
like a treasure that can't be bought,
it gives new sensation that can't be sold.
freely giving more choices to teh path you're taking in life,
so righteous in the sight of new light,
a dejavu managerie expression of the first time you ever fell.
trouble is I don't know when to stay down,
only love will tell...........!!!!
untold clear meaning of your emotions with no doubt.


Details | Bio | |

Skin I'm In Part Three

I remember my father’s skin scarcely wrinkled as he approached 80 years,
 the Native American in him brushed across his cheekbones even on his painful 
death bed. 
I remember the skin of my mother, still soft and warm, as she lay dying; 
she had fabulous, resilient, rich, black, glowing skin.  
I think she looked less wrinkled and tired then I do now but it may be hero 
worship.  
She wore her skin well, was proud of being human and alive and a woman and a 
survivor and a mother and proud of being B- L- A- C- K before it was a fashion 
and she cherished all beings in all skins-feeling at ease with all-treating 
everyone as if they were royalty and precious as velvet- because she was the 
royal one. I hope I live long and good enough to get to where my mom lay dying 
as she was a woman who was comfortable in her own skin.


Details | I do not know? | |

love

A woman I met in a very sad way was lamenting her role as a wife
Her man had left, she took up with another and when she chose love she chose life
Another young woman I have known, choosing a man was her goal in life
Soon she will catch her prized man and thru their love will have found life

A man I met had this to say. he was full of stress and strife
A person can gain wealth and power but when you have lost love love you have lost life

carmine


Details | Light Poetry | |

women

Women

I tell my friend yesterday
That I have a problem
I know a bunch of women
And I’m in love with all of them

He says boy you crazy
You will get in trouble
But when I see them
My love does double

See all women are different
No two are the same
Each add a different fuel
To keep alive a flame

Some are like eye candy
Such a sweet delight
And some like a star
Brightening up the night

So I tell me friend 
To have a clear conscience
 Trying to figure out a woman
A man don’t have a chance

A woman sees a burglar
She beat him up in side the house
Then she screaming 
When she see a little mouse

I love a woman in Trinidad
She sweet like a Pomerac
But if a dog try to bite her
She going to bite it back

I love a woman in America
She’s in the military
If she find out bout the others
I know she will beat up me

And I love one in England
I visit her every year
We go to the pub
And drink some warm beer

A woman is an amazing creature
So full of surprise
You could sweet talk her all day
But don’t tell her any lies

I love a girl in Mexico
She like she food real spicy
But she sweet like a ripe mango
So that’s alright with me

There are women all over the world
And each has their style
So you really can’t blame
Some men for going wild

I have to end this poem
Riad taking me to maracas beach
See women buying bake and shark
So I give my cell number to each

Women have to understand
They have so much beauty in them
So if a man tries to love only one
Them he will have a big problem


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Baby Girl

I write this  for my sweet Baby Girl,
    Who means more to me now then anything in this world .
How she can make me smile and laugh out loud,
    Never has a woman ever made me feel so prideful & proud.
These dreams I have of her each and all of my nights.
    Awakens me every single day feeling so good and right .
For so many years I have waited for this day ,
    Finally a woman that makes me feel this way.
So filled with so much joy as my heart constantly glows,
    And those who see me will never doubt this  I know.
This beautiful and most wonderful Sweet Baby Girl,
    Is all I will ever want or need in this whole world. 
TAC
 


Details | Free verse | |

pg 13 psycho chick

this chick i met at the store one day trying to sell me a jar or raspberry jam.
She said i looked familar.I said she looked familiar to
Elementary school.Third grade.Mrs brown was are teacher.
This girl always sat alone during lunch and at reccess .
Never had i realized how pretty she was so i asked her out to lunch.
When she said yes then trouble started spewing.
She hasnt stopped cutting her meat and shes putting splenda in her sprite drink.
When she speaks shes telling me all the names of her exs in alphabetical order and how it was always them and never her.I seriously doubt this ecspecially when she askes if id like to have a threesome with her sister.
I dont know how this psycho chick got me on date two.Shes pretty and all but thats all shes got too.
Sex is ackward.She insist her dog be in the room.She laughs hysterically the whole time and sleeps through the rest.
On date three i let her go gently.She said shed never forgive me and that i was by far the worst ex she ever had.I thought thank goodness for that.
On friday she called me and said all was forgiven.I asked her how she got my number?she said your mother gave it to me.By the way her name is smidgen isnt it.
I told her it was over.My temper started rising.
she said she didnt mind as her fifth ex was taking her back.I said good luck with that.
Never saw her again but that psycho chick still talks to my mother who says i should have proposed.I tell my mom if only you knew what that psycho chick put me through.


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Secret Connection

How blissful is this 'relationship' for you?
What are the intentions of the emotions you put out when you call me boo?
To me...you're a fantasized ideal queen that every Knight dreams of,
You're the very physical essence of what an Angel would be if it came from above.

At first this was a physical attraction but I want you to believe I lust now for what I
believe is mine,
Not much time has gone by but even you have noticed the connection between us could very
well be a sign.
You have the qualities and uniqueness of a woman I've been waiting for,
You have the ambition of a strong woman and that's something I adore.

I see our attraction in my dreams and also in my nightmares,
That's the reason when I get around you I often start to stare.
Though at first it was sexual then later became emotional,
But will we always live a secret life or just become spiritual?

I can't read minds but your eyes and actions tell a lot,
My words are more of curiosity and missing a link than some thought out plot.
I ask of you to tell me are we suppose to be happy in the shadows like my dreams,
Or is the worse yet to come as we split apart like my nightmare scenes.

Honestly sweetheart I'm satisfied with this life of passion,
As The Law of The Universe states...actions equals reaction.
At this moment reminisce when we experienced our first kiss,
Now imagine yourself experiencing a long run of such a passionate bliss...


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That Angel Smells Like Lotus Flowers

I know not her name, 
But I can trace her by scent, 
She has driven me into a smell-at-them game, 
And am attracted to her a hundred percent, 

Stronger than my very own Chase, 
But am unable to keep the pace, 
The scent, be it expensive, I'll buy on higher purchase, 
I just want a glimpse of her face, 

Is she a material girl in a material world? 
Who taught her to smell so sweet? 
Whatever the case I'll buy her the world, 
And place it beneath her feet, 

I spoke with the wind to reverse her scent, 
And I followed it to a mansion so beautiful, 
It is here that I'll pitch my tent, 
Till I see this angel that converted me to a beauty fool, 

Alas! A master piece, 
If she isn't a runaway angel from heaven, 
Then God must have really been at peace, 
And created her in days more that seven, 

Introduce myself I shall, 
Even if its only for a while, 
Am Leonardo da vinci, please Monalisa smile, 
But she disappears behind that great wall, 


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Drive Me

Lust builds inside of me,
Bubbling to be free.
You come to me from out of the shadows and mist,
My lips are swollen ready to be kissed.
You touch my body with just a finger,
It is a feeling that will linger.
You touch my hair,
Your fingers do not linger there.
I look into your eyes,
As blue as the skies.
You touch my face,
Yours is filled with elequence and grace.
You speak but it is no more than whisper,
It is the only way you can contol Her.
Your fingers slide over my neck,
And you give it a little peck.
I lie there my soul and body bare,
You touch every part of me with such care.
Your every touch drives me to point of insanity,
What you do to me is nothing short of profanity.
My body yearns,
My soul burns.
For the soul wrenching love you can give me,
Like rain bathing a tree.
Our lust builds and builds...
Until it is quelled,
At your beauty even the moon seems to have paled.
With the love we have made and the things we have done,
We will bring forth a son.
Many a woman have pled to be your Queen,
Why did you choose me?
Is it because I can ride,
Your wonderous tide...
Of wonderous emotions you have in your heart,
That have ravaged me from the start.
You lavish kisses once again upon my lips,
As I quiver upon your hips.
What we have given each other,
No man nor woman shall give another.
We have given each other our hearts, souls, and minds,
Until the end of time.

MO:DPS


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Women made me

I focus on my attributes in hope to one day compete
With them so called, "players and g's"
A wide skill level, intelligent approach to life
From writing poetry to being the best in a fight

I raise my intellect because girls don't like stupid
Began to learn in order to help cupid
Various knowledge, gained  just to impress
But i kept going, curious as to what i'll learn next

I play piano because i was inspired by movies
Where with a sweet song, you get that girl nice and gooey
She falls for you, and then you have your queen
And all you had to do was flick some keys

I blow that clarinet to use it like a net
Sweeping women off there feet with musical clefs
It feels nice as my fingers fly
Closing the keys and emitting soft sighs

At first i was focused on the women
Never having any i hoped this would attract them 
Now i revel in it, i love the music
And so i have a whole different reason to do it

It was the same with sports, women love the stars
The athletes with chests and abs seen from afar
So i hit the field and began to improve
Proud of the new cuts and grooves

I started poetry with my first love note
Trying a new technique because nothing else worked
I began to enjoy so i continued to write
But my first poem was written because i wanted to be her knight

Without woman i'd of had no motivation
Never would of discovered my talents without inspiration
Besides without a woman i wouldn't be alive
So i have no respect for them rude guys

To all the ladies, i thank you and i hope you remain
Strong in relationships, please stay sane
And remember, not all of us are alike
You probably just overlook the guys that are nice


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The Queen of Hearts

On the corner of the street 
An old woman with a booth
She laid three cards 
And made her move

She showed the three 
Diamonds, hearts, and spades
"Follow the heart" she said
"And win the game"

Three cards laid across the table
Three loves he couldn't choose
Three lives, three women, three loves of his life
He had two of three to lose.

One card was beauty
Strength and pride
As another held hope
And faith inside

A third was wisdom
And true in spirit
They held his heart
In a three way split

Watching the cards
Closely he glared
Following the heart
Never breaking his stare

They moved and twisted
Side by side
Dancing and prancing
Soon to decide

Suspense and focus
Were high on rise
Racking his mind
Heart hurting inside

His choice was given 
His time now to choose
the old woman stopped
No card made a move

The time had come 
No time to wait
He closed his eyes
And chose his fate

"Shes the one"
He said "Ive known it from the start"
Turning his card
He had chosen the heart


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A Shoreline Tide

I can see it now
And I hope you will too
That even though you’re happy
I’m perfect for you

The day will come
You will have to choose
Leave your lover
With nothing to lose

With our love
There’s nothing to hide
You are the one
My heart’s guide

So come into my life
Right by my side
Gently and as naturally
As A Shoreline Tide


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Just Believe

Why can't you just believe
Deep down inside of me
This battered heart means you no harm
Only love and a soul mates charm

Resides within these four walls
A virtuous woman who hears the call
Confusion in here also resides
While she keeps watching you run and hide

Scared little ones will keep on wanting
All the woman has along with the loving
Open arms just like a mother
Would take them home and no more smother
The kindling fire that lies within
The contents of this lonely den

Wallow some then go away
Finding out she doesn't play
How can you understand so much
And not feel the burn of her touch

She so much wants for you to see
All she wants is for you to be free
What will you do but to reject
The most purest one you've seen or met

Because in the past you chose so wrong
While your soul mate was waiting all along
Finally it has come to be
Why can't you just believe

Copyright © by Scarlett Anderson


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Let me break

Make me forget about this,
How beautifully I was falling,
Convince me it was my mistake,
There was always no one to rely on,
And no one to fight for.

Look into my eyes again,
Speak your lies, and
Die in it.

Make me forget your face,
Your standing there with no move,
Make me forget about you,
The poor illusion,
The wall that doesn't speak,
The life without breath.
Let me break.

Don't ask me to explain.
In darkness I do stand again but
This is my zone, my home.
This is my strength.

Let me break.
Let me forget about you.


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The real beauty's No

The real beauty's "No" 
does not offend, you know.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


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She Looked Into His Eyes

She looked into his eyes,
Sought and found that which he hid
From all the world;
She came to know that he Loved her,
She smiled and talked to him,
He was mesmerised by her charms:
She seemed Free--Free from the World--
He tried looking away,
But couldn't--
Did what she asked him to,
Except that she couldn't get him
To move away from her now...

So one fine day,
As he held his breath,
Watching her dab the tip of a knife
Into that Bottle labelled 'Sweet',
He knew her Sweetness
Was beyond all doubt:
She smiled at him,
Looked into his eyes--
A tear drop seemed to form in hers--
Those beautiful, brown eyes..

While this happened, she told him to be careful,
"I don't want you to get hurt", she said.
He didn't understand,
She didn't explain. Only smiled.
Then, thrust the knife into his chest!

She backed away, dropping the bottle:
It now read, 'Poison'--
She cried to herself and ran away.
He didn't stop her:
Just remembered her beautiful smile,
Closed his eyes,
Rolled down softly to the floor,
And fell into an eternal,
Blissful sleep.....


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Perhaps The Doors To Our Dreams

Perhaps the doors to our dreams
space   time   rambling mind
hang on cosmic hinges
restless hinges    aching hinges
in need of   hemp   opium   or fine wine

Unmoved by being in my dream
she walked barefoot over my breath
speaking languages 
from a trillion universes
unknown to me

I heard her   I called to her
I listened   and her voice
spoke to me   one word
slowly   one word at a time

Her face near my memory
her kisses   her body   our whisperings 
I held my hands out   they disappeared
a lonely finger remained   pointing

Perhaps the portals to our dreams
are hungry mouths stuck open
endlessly whimpering to be nurtured

I watched her laughing and crying
at the threshold of my tenderness   crying
slippery tears   severe tears   unreal tears
tears like smoke rings   tears like crystals
tears like rain the roses love

Gently   she lifted a red rose
to my mouth
it lived in ecstasy   
on my tongue

O Love   love   love
daylight is near
and dreams will fade
like one moist blossom after another

————————————————————————

from my forthcoming third book
due for publication: Summer 2014

From: Stillpoint Books
Publisher: Eve Costello

©dah / Stillpoint Books
all rights reserved


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What Is Love

If a woman doesn’t have a ring, she doesn’t have a thing.
Action speak louder than words to show love by marriage 
But a woman can't push on love like a baby in a carriage
A man purpose is to provide and make a woman needed and cherished
But with out valuing responsibilities, the love will perish.
A woman is not valued unless she becomes a man 
And because I am an old fashioned gal, I feel the system is out of hand
Women’s lib and egos becomes the ugly seed 
Like an uncontrollable power trip and disposal marriage creed.
Life will be selfish. Life will be cruel 
Love is a broke business rule 
Prince to the risqué of damsel in distress is in the old days
And lost chivalry does not impress me today
without a ring a woman is strung along 
and a man's options are a broken song
God has his ways to deal with sin
and all the wrong ways we are living
I already knew why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free
that is why I moved 1400 miles from my ex fiance


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The Sky, The Tree and the House

A man and woman 
Lived side to side
A tree and English house
A pen is found on former’s hand
That knows no fetterings

His tales are based on happiness
A simple life with a tree
While all the while the woman sighs 
The binds of residency

She brings her ladder down to him
Slowly down the tree
To invite him into her bleak
And somehow make him stay

The scarcity of the man’s life it seems
To be her serenity

And sadly so, she is declined
By the man who bears her love
A tear then falls to the saddened house
Accentuating the depression

A drop, five drops and a shower
As the skies sang with her sadness
The sky that longed the woman’s touch
Has decided how he could love her

The hardened tree falls at the man
In solemnity he was crushed 
To which befalls the irony
Her then desire was to be gone

Two bodies felled to the silent ground
The woman and the man’s
An oak that fell at storm’s command
A crime of love it seems

Love lost, unreturned and forever gone
Longings torn from the hearts


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Shadow Of The Last Memory -part 3 - last

 
I thought if only you’re here with me now telling this story to our grandchildren, how wonderful it would be…you have always been the classical type. Somehow a woman of the meadows. The lady of the rise and set of the sun. And the lady of my life.
 
But an unexpected turn of the event brought the news upon us. I woke up knowing you’re never to be found near me. I was called you left. In my mind, you left with another man. You left not letting me know. I got to your place and run inside. …… moments later, I was back at my place.
 
There I am, back at my bedroom bed. Staring at nothing but an old picture of you and I. staring at it for hours and hours. Staring at it with your memory at my side. Why Bell? Why?.....you left me without saying goodbye. You left me without knowing the pain you’ve always had. You left, never telling me, you’re having our first baby…but you’re gone…and so is she….
 
Years passed, and all are still clear to me. Here I am now writing this letter as you have always hoped for. A promise I made to you long ago, to bury it that very same place where our dreams were born. And it is where it shall rest….with nothing but our memory and the last thing your father gave me before I left your house…the last thing he said you were holding, ….. the necklace I gave on that day…December 5, 1956….
 
To my Bell, the woman of my life…I shall be with you soon…just wait for me…wait and I’ll  be there…
 
 
 
With all my heart,
 
Jesse…
_________________________________

This is the last part :D. Thank you very much for your time..hope you enjoyed it. God bless


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Families: The Most Important Social Unit

Families are the most important social unit in existence on earth today.  For it is out of the 
family that every worker, teacher, preacher, agnostic, librarian, construction worker, mason, 
mayor, Senator, Congressman, President, World Leader, mothers, fathers, and yes, every 
man and woman who fills an occupation (or not) grow to be the individual that they are.

Families are important because the beginning of all feelings originate right there in the 
home.  A newborn child may feel the love and affection of adorning parents.  Or, if the 
parent is a drug addict or mentally challenged, the child will have a different experience, an 
unpleasant one that no child deserves.  We are what we choose.  And our choices teach the 
young ones. 

There are a myriad of variables that influence an individuals feelings of self-worth, good or 
bad.  The family is the place where love and care are learned and shared.  Anger 
management, good or bad, is taught by example.  Manners, good or bad are taught or not…it 
depends.  Everything that a man or woman becomes has its roots in the family.

So, given this, let us all work together as parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, grandparents, 
nieces, nephews, cousins, and even friends to become the best possible individuals within our 
families that we can.  Let each of us strive for peace in the heart, the home, the city, the 
nations, the world.  Because we are all God’s children.  And we deserve the best possible 
life.  A little bit of heaven on earth can happen if everyone does their part to live, love, 
forgive, and enjoy what God has given them.

Written for the Rambling Poet's Narrative Contest.
Copyright 2-8-10  © Dane Smith-Johnsen


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Jade

Jade
Young lady with a twinkle in her eyes
Surprise
Ready, with her past in disguise
Thighs tight
Bulge in her green dress
Rythmic swaying body
Drawing eyes to her chest
Steady and slow
Stride heel to toe
Show ‘em what heartbreak
Forced you to know
Sweetest fragrance 
Flows in her curls
So bright
She puts her own shine in her pearls
Lover of classy dine
But tonight her majesty wasted
Another non arrival
Lips she never tasted
Rolls in sheets
With only her flask
Mental note
Men always come last


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Mother

Who can this woman be in my life, some one who is so sweet loving and caring always there when i need a helping hand and always giving me the right direction who can this woman be who supports me when i am right but if I am wrong she would sit me down and talk to me She is strong and virtuous in her ways a strong arm to lean on Who is this woman who always has a cook meal and the house clean and keep all of your things in order who is this woman who mends our clothes and be by ourside when we are sick, Gives us advice even if we dont want it, and always tells us to keep our head to the sky and nver once does she try to make us look small or forsake us, she gives us our rules and tell us that its up to us to listen always in our corner and always has us in her heart at all times no matter the situation you will always know that she is praying for you who is this woman who gives so much love aand go beyond the call of duty, there with open arms and a happy smile and creates joy in our mind this most outstanding woman in our life is our MOTHER one we will never ever forget and one we will love until the end of time, no matter how far we may go our mother is always there and she never stops loving you, Mother is our everything , she that rock that mighty ship that can sail around the world by itself, She that cover of protection that is with us at all times, and we cannot walk away for if we do we will return with open arms and a open heart, becasue she is the best and she deserve a lot when God created Mothers he knew the world would need them more than anything, but i want to say if you ever experince being a mother you will know and understand the nature of this word Mother


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Let's Gamble

Inside of me chaos has taken over.
Shambles of a life that once brought peace to me has now fallen.
Inside of me I am lost in a world called confusion.
My heart is telling me yes and my mind is telling me no.
Who am I to listen to?
My mind tells me that I should do the right thing.
How do I know what the right thing is when the heart is deceitful?
If it has to be a love that is hidden away that love is not worth having.
If it has to be a love that I cannot have in its entirety then turning my back on it I will do.
They say follow your heart but the heart can lead to a world filled with sorrow and agony.
Perhaps I will stick to following my mind where people say, “Would be the logical thing to do”.
For following my heart can lead to pain.
That is not a risk I am willing to take for loving you.




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Grey Skies

I woke up today, the skies they were quite grey
I knew right then it was to be a dreadful awful day
For those dull dark clouds ignored all the crowds
They looked at me only - then this they had to say

Your woman is leaving - you can't make her stay
The love of your life is moving away
The clouds had to give me the painful awful truth
Then they reminded me I'm no longer a youth

When I wake up tomorrow, if that is the case
The only thing that's guaranteed those tears on my face
Now I ignore the crowds, 'cause of those damned clouds
For they had to let me know I'd run my final race

My woman is leaving - I can't make her stay
The love of my life is moving away
The clouds had to give me the painful awful truth
Then they reminded me I'm no longer a youth


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Free Fallin'

My desicion was made. I wouldn't allow myself to be controlled. If that makes me a rebel, then let it be. I'm a Rebel. At least I can Make my own choices now. I can love and care about others. "You are here by stripped from your wings." Then it was like someone had bound my wings and pushed me off a cliff. it felt like forever. til finally i reach the ground. When i hit, it felt like everybone in my wings had shattered. I had fallen. and It hurt so bad. but it was worth it.


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Not another Girl I would rather forget

Love ain't a feeling, its a state of being
So if you feel in love, you probably ain't.
The anger and frustration will build up
Lie to yourself and your bound to erupt

Hes greasy, hes slimy, hes lying
He laughs behind you back when your crying
You don't know how you got onto his ride
Who hurts a 'friend' when they are crying on the inside

Don't be surprised if your dreams never go away
At night it is all connected like a rape
Feels like we were together just today
Just think about your father and what he would say

How could you do the things you did?
How could you live with the things you hid?
It is okay to be alone sometimes
Life doesn't always have to be a lie

You sold your soul for a glass of wine
You lost your mind at a bad time
And now you don't even know who you are
But deep down I still know you are a star

I don't know if you ever told me the truth
You looked after me when I had a bad tooth
And then we had that crazy new years eve
That is when I knew it was meant to be

But the lies they build up and broke me down
Still I will never forget our time in Cape Town
When the trust is gone, the trust is gone
But the love lingers like a ghost


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Poetry is like... (part 2)

A feeling of love that runs through your soul and outshines your fears like
An estimated tenderly fulfillment between a soul and emotional tears like
A rich man’s bid between fancy sport car and a sexy woman like
The incredibility of a fine woman with long legs & fine features like
The elegance of the same woman in a sexy dress with high heals like
The roar sound of men hollering at this miss I’m hot with a smile like

The velocity of men praising God in seek of a woman’s heat like
The explicitly of a woman’s seduction in seek of love in a man like 
The patience, the tolerance and the craving that breaks a man in love like
The attention and worship given by men to the in-laws for a wife like

The smile a of gorgeous woman thinking I’m handsome enough for her like 
Her voice singing with the same smile I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day like
A poet falling and dreaming in love and destiny on a Sunday morning like
Let’s go to church the same Sunday to praise God and get married the same day 
like
A poet hoping to become the best in poetry session on Sunday night like


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An Anklet of Whim

I am a woven thread of red, white and yellow,
I make hundred emotions mellow,
I transcend your walk into a flight of swallow,
With chimes, I fulfill nature’s hollow.
 I am a woven thread with possible decors,
You love the way I adore,
I see the world through your color,
I inhale the world through your odor.
I will be your solo anklet,
I will embellish your ankle,
I will cover your wrinkle,
I will make tiny bells jingle,
I will make chimes sprinkle,
I will spread happiness,
Being your anklet.
I have two beads and a bell,
I don’t make sonorous sounds real,
I have pop colors to make you feel well.
On your ankle, I dwell,
Like a precious threaded jewel.
I won’t let anything harm you,
I won’t let a scratch to attack you,
I will turn myself into a black thread,
I will add an evil eye bead,
I will protect you from every danger,
I will be the solo ranger,
On your left toe.
On your ankle, I will be red string of fate,
Keeping me, you will find your soulmate.
I will be sea green beads on your toe-ring,
I will be the silver drops that always shine,
I will make you smile,
When you touch me, remembering sunshine.
I will be your sunshine,
I will glisten in moonshine,
Because your body is my shrine;
I am the flower oblates on your feet,
 I am the threaded anklet over your brood.
I might be a mere glass bead string,
I am your accessory ever dazzling.
I am the happiness, always raining.
I am your ankle-string, always roaming,



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Woman

Being a woman is a gift.
Whether you’re black, white, red or blue.
It doesn’t matter as long as you are you.
Being hurt and punished by the men you love.
Is it their fault you f**ked with no glove?
Beaten, bruised, obeying all his rules.
Why not just refuse; refuse to be his slave, refuse to be his punching bag, refuse to be his last choice.
It’s time to stand up and raise your voice.
Tell him whose boss and why you took it all.
Remember the time he f**ked your best friend
Remember the times he said
“Baby I’ll be there until the end”
Remember the beatings, burns, cuts and bruises;
It’s time to tell him who loses.
Be the woman who can stand on her own two feet.
Be the woman who refuses to be with a man and be beat.
Life is too short to stay locked down
He continued to knock you down 
But its time to get up and get off the ground.
You’re free to be the woman you were meant to be…


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For Love 2

U have said that i am a little jewel
u have said u would wrap me in ur arms
u would never let me go
u want to feel my body beside u

U have called me ur little sweetheart
u have said no woman has ever cried for u
u know now that i cry for u every day
u know now that my heart cries for u eternally

U have called me ur little honeybee
u said go back to sleep my little honey bee
u know that i cannot sleep unless u are sleeping also
u know i need your dreams to keep me safe in the night

U have called me beautiful, wonderful, sweet
u have said u never loved a woman more
u have said u will spend ur life with me
u know i dont feel worthy of this love

U have suprised me more than anyone i have ever known
u have been more loving, and giving, and thoughtful
u have held ur breath for me and i for u
u have my heart and i will wait forever for yours.

u have said u dont deserve my love
u hear me say its the other way around
u stand guard as i fall into restless dreams
u take care of me when i fall

u are the friend that listens when i cry
u are the family i thought i lost forever
u are the hope that life is made of
u are the love i could have never imagined.


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THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF ‘DON JUAN' part I

THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF ‘DON JUAN’

It was a bright sunny day, though mixed with scattered sprinkles of snow, 
The Lord had a special soul yet to be given a name this November morning and so…………..
Looking down upon his mother earth,
A young man named George and a young woman named Rose
A beautiful day, a fresh new birth,
Unto these lovers he choose.

(So chipping off a piece of the moon and the sun 
The soul of a poet was born and they named him, Don Juan.)      

Curly hair and a beautiful smile,
Never before a more handsome child.
Little did they know, the looks and the name,
Would be his ticket to the Player Games.

So as time went on there was formed the perfect player,
Old school pimp, poet, lover, fighter, and heartless woman slayer.
The looks, the name, pushed him on this path from the start,
No one, but Don Juan, knew that none of this was truly in his heart.

So day in, day out, up, down and around about the play,
Don Juan went on his way-a different woman every day.
Wondering just what was really the big deal?
Was this admirable life of his times just a cover?
Would he ever find true love from a real true lover?

Fast cars, money, guns and drugs, 
Young cats and old alike praised him as the players’ thug.
Although he was very good at all he tried to do
This meant he was very good at being very bad, too!

After several narrow escapes from the law,
And gruesome murders he can’t admit he ever saw
He decided this thug life, this lonely player’s role
Was only good for a short life. 
The road to death of a Poets soul.

All the while all he wanted – All he would ever yearn
Was one true love and family……..

(But alas, this soul had a lot to learn).

With truth and faith came much heartache,
Wine and beers flushed with rivers of tears,
Of failed love affairs, year after years.
Still masking the pain with his smile and his name,
Though deep inside his tears poured like crying rain.

There were false threats of a son then came his beautiful little daughter
By an alcoholic woman who couldn’t give her daughter a quarter
Nor get out the bed to give her a drink of water!

He stuck by his daughter from the second she was born
She has his last name and a similar first name of, Dawn.
Three years passed with no sign of the mother-his ex-lover,
Till one day she poked her jealous head 
From under her alcohol vomit stained covers.

(continues in part 2)


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Mysterious Princess

Who could this mysterious figure be?
Slamming beats in heart,
All I have is her napkin
and her face in my dreams.
She is like fire beating against the cylinders of my heart.
Somebody tell me!
Who is this Princess?
Who stole the heart of a basic outliner.


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The Gift

The gift was an extension
of his strong and safe arms.
On bitter cold winter nights,
I was kept pleasantly warm.
In the heat of midsummer,
it protected my frail skin.
Such a simple, ordinary thing,
but the meaning behind it
so deep and unexpected.
During the darkest of nights
when the tears never end,
a symbol of hope,
the dear gift becomes.
Hold me close in dreams
and chase the dark away.


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Like a birthmark

You are no longer black,
But I am white.
Your lips are no longer thick,
 But mine are thin.
Your language is no longer foreign.
Yet  I am.
***
What was mine has become Yours.
There is no longer a distinction.
Just as my skin no longer acts as a distinction between You and Me.
I wear You in the lining of my skin,
Like a birth mark.


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I Love Her

How do you show a woman you love her When,
You love her in ways only your imagination could express
And do you hold your breath When,
You love her more than the air that surrounds you
 
What do you do for a woman When,
All you want to do is love her in your own way
And what do you say When,
"I love you" just won't express how you really feel
 
Because true love comes only once in a lifetime
I won't put so much thought into it
But instead just love her


Written: 2009


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To Her, From Me

You’re such a beauty and always willing
Your gaze itself is oh so giving
Without a mask you came to see
What rightfully would and should always be

And here we stand our fingers locked
How can the world look on so shocked?
To know that you found happiness
Wouldn’t you know, it’s priceless.


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free cee THE EYES OF REVERENCE



THE EYES OF REVERENCE

Not like a mother’s life for her child
Nor anything crazy or wild
Just a man’s love for the woman who saved him
And secured the walls before his life caved in

Not like a sister’s love for her brother
But a lover of mine like no other
The warmth of her hand when mine grows cold
A woman worth more to me than platinum or gold

Not like a lover you love and finally leave
Just a woman who makes me believe
I now have a belief that a woman can love me
And doesn’t hold the threat of losing her above me

Just a man who sees a woman whose eyes tell a tale
Her eyes reflect a concern I find reverent and regale
A lady who never wavers when I do something dumb
a woman who forgives my need for drugs and wretched rum

not like a mother, a sister or relative of any kind
just the kind of lady I thought I’d never find
a person to say softened things that put me at ease
and the words “forever” and “love” are my only pleas

© 2013.....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


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Fishnet

As the party dies down
and the beer has been drunk
we sit together on the couch and talk.
Her lips move
but her eyes speak.
I lose myself in their conversation.
Her fishnet covered leg finds me.
She doesn't move it and I'm glad.
"Why is the beer gone?"


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Grandmother tales ....

As a fairytale is read young girl dreams 
Through her life she ages through to woman 
Still she remembers word from word 
The tale her grandmother would tell 
As she fell upon her grandmothers arm 
Her dreams were so near
A love a moment of completeness
A beauty that covered each word that was told 
Her grandmother was wise as she said one day it would unfold
Young girls eyes as the stars slept with sparkles
Crystals of imaginative times spread across her mind
Now a woman she tells her child the same tale 
One grandmother said in all good time 
You will have your dreams pleased 
Like adoring stars you will be kissed 
A fairytale will begin 
Hear the angels above sing
Do not search as the tale will follow 
My dearset child as all dreams start from within 
Hold them close in your mind and let them love in your heart
They will find you as all fairytales are owned 
They are rejoined in time they will find you
As like the locket grandmother gave it is yours 
As a fairytale was sent cherish it and don't let go
Just like the tale your grandmother owned ....






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A Fallen Love

There you go again, in and out my life like a disappearing act. 
There my mind is, as it's wondering in a daze from just your appearance.
All lost down deep in my soul, my heart feels like its melting.
Like that of a snow in the sun, the water runs like blood through my veins.
Like the water that melts from the ice so does my love for you.
 
It is there I have fallen deep in love with a woman of far lands.
Way out west my sunset is as you have all I got to give.
That of my greatest love I have for thee.
I can't hardly catch my breath as it hurts me to breathe.
My pain is down below like none I have ever felt.
Because it is there you have stolen a heart in prep.
 
It cry's loud from with in my being.
With in my body the tear drops falls from my eye.
It shatters the floor with a hard hit you see.
Like a bomb has went off in me.
It is there I can not control the flow.
As my tears pour like a fountain from inside.
 
It is there far away we are from one another you see.
That it is there my world has stopped just because you are not here.
There I do not sleep at nights because my mind has no rest.
Because it is you only to which I dream as my eyes stay wide open.
As I daydream of you at nights.
And that is the reason there is no sleep for the wicked.
 
As our talks have died out but the feelings still exists.
There my love still remains, for a woman of my dreams.
But there I Love you the most.
As I feel as if I am dyeing from the inside out.
But there you still hold a place in my heart that is deep of emotion.
As it is only you I want to be near.
As I want to love you forever in the days to come.


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A Purpose

You are my ray of sunshine  through those days of Gloom,
A glimsp of your smile  hoping to be  with  you very soon.
  I keep your heart with mine safe and protected I gaurd it all the time,
If you'll keep my heart with you safe and protected We will be just fine.
  With my prayers  I watch over you keeping you from any hurt or sarrows,
Making sure your world is what you wanted  today and all of your tommorrows..
  It is in the joy I bring you that that makes me whole and with a purpose in life,
Knowing in my heart that god has chose you my  Darling Angel to be my loving wife.
  My Dreams are so beautiful because you are in my heart and soul ,
Life with out you would not be something I would  never want to know.
 TAC


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Where are you now

Where are you now     I think about you day and night     How do I reach you     So I can make it right           I`ve called all your friends     Nobody has a clue      Can`t believe your gone     Can`t believe it`s true          Baby please come home     I want you back in my life Can`t live without you     My love, My woman, My wife          Remember I was your hero     I made it all come true     From the first time I saw you     Our love blossomed and grew      Never a harsh word between us     Together always,day and night    You never left my side  Your loving smile in plain sight          For years never turned my head     To look at a pretty face     With you my love at my side      The universe was in place          How do I tell you I`m sorry     My cries fall upon deaf ears     Saw me in bed with another woman     Left my world covered in tears          I put a bounty on our love     A reward to bring you back           You belong with me     Years ago we made a pact          Till death do us part     Through blue skies and stormy weather     Remember your vows     Promised to grow old together    Nobody can replace your love     Only one woman for me     You and I together     It was meant to be          Baby please come home     I want you back in my life     Can`t live without you     My love, My woman, My wife


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A Fluttering of Wings- Part II

Please Read Part I before reading this! Thank you! :)

Days and nights merged
Into a stupefying timelessness
How long had it been
Since she had burned his flesh
With her body
Since she had burned his heart
With her escape

He caressed the white feather
Pulled it across his lips
Smelling the scent of her
That lingered
Cursing himself for being a fool
For taking the chance
For believing

He angrily brushed
At the lone tear
That escaped from his eye
A mournful pilgrim 
Searching for redemption
Across expanse of his face

At that very moment…
The silence was broken
By the faint sound
Of fluttering wings
That grew louder
There at the door
Of his gilded cage

He didn’t trust himself to turn around
But he trembled...
He trembled when he heard the sound
Of the closing of the door
And the turning of the key in the lock
Still he did not turn around
Her scent spoke to him
Of her ever nearing closeness
Till it enveloped him
And her warm breath
caressed the back of his neck
And then…before he could turn around
His still rigid form was enfolded
In the fluttering of her wings

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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Ode To Sony

Eighteen years of sorrow and abandonment.
Eighteen years of drowning in my own tears and the pity of the pathetic bystanders.
Eighteen years, and it finally comes to me in a sweet epiphany:
MY life starts here.
And what a better way to begin a life than to share it with another?
With a woman no words can describe, no matter how beautiful and exotic
(it would be an insult to say I could,
 for she is anything but definable).
I have an eternity to look forward to with this woman who I pale,
literally,
in comparison.
The woman with the dazzling eyes and perfect smile.
I can forget about regression
and progress to achieve everything I never believed existed in the world.
At least, 
not anymore.
I hear in her voice the sincerity I have craved my entire life.
It's a wondrous thing when you can admit,
wholeheartedly,
that you can literally hear love bubbling up inside the crevices of someone's soul.
She has opened my eyes and ears,
spirit and heart,
when I needed a rescuing no one but her could have offered
with words unrelatable to a past that's eaten holes into my heart.


And she calls herself lucky...


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Beauty within Chaos

She is the beauty amidst all of the darkness,
and my sanity when surrounded by chaos.
Every part of my being cherishes Her perfect flaws,
and even on the worse day I wouldn't let this love go.
We see the darkness in one another,
and we both never give up.
Some call this madness, we call it love.
This love, however complicated,
It is the purest you will find.
It is a disease of the mind and body,
but has the antecdote for the heart.
She is the one, She is my only,
my motivation, my encouragement,
my reason.
The sun, the warm feeling on your skin,
that is Her smile to me.
Her eyes, like glancing at the most beautiful oceans,
bring me to my knees without hesitation.
My best friend, my lover, my peace within.
When my heart bleeds out,
She is there with the needle and the thread.
I hope I could be so fortunate to leave this life before Her,
a selfish desire,
but I could not bare to take the breath I would have to take without Her by my side.
She has given me the most precious joy in my life,
Our son, who holds my heart.
For that alone I owe her my forever.
My forever I will give her.
She is the beauty amidst all of the darkness,
and my sanity when surrounded by myself.


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Mighty Matriarch




Resilient man

able to ward off dragons

tow glaciers

shake off venomous snake bite

scale Mt. Everest

survive desert, blizzard conditions

wage war with guilt

boast of battle;

braggadocio


Frail male, behold the mighty girl...

you're helpless for that female touch

hopeless in her love

reckless fire desire


Look at you boy...

needy, weak, lost

minus her embrace

yet,

toe to candy red painted toe

pitted against her

you'll not draw even


Smart Sexy Matriarch

indeed,

she's undisputed

exuding power from within those brazen inferno ice eyes

she's everything and she's nothing

she's the bane of his existence

she's royalty man could not live without.


©2014 ~JSL PoetTreez Publishing




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She doesn't see

You are the urgency in my breath,
the ragged discourse that falls
from my trembling tongue.
Everything I need to say,
is wrapped around you.
The words hang from your skin;
ornaments of understanding that
I have yearned to pluck.
Yet,
it seems redundant to pull a flower
from your garden, and present it to you
like you didn’t know it is beautiful already.
I just hope you know that I appreciate you.
I see you as you are,
in all your tattered elegance;
Your supple tears, your steady glide.
You’re a ghost in a hall of mirrors,
with roses at your feet;
Wandering like a child.
Quietly hoping to find someone else
in the reflection.
"I am here…"
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.


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Fun and Gone

Hard to look back to memories from past
Asking a question, "Why it did not last?"
She was broken, in pain and have cracks
Doubt with all the promises she thought were fact
It was a short journey yet fun
He had fun and ran
She gave her heart and hurt
This awfully precious love of mine avert

Love me not
She was willing to tie the knot
It was forever he said
Now never and his love faded

Her foolish heart was bruised
He was perfectly rogue
Everything was a lie
It's best to say goodbye


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Romance with an image

Love aviated in him, so subtly,
but felt nothing less than a knife,
that had encroached upon him so balefully,
but he hadn’t felt so peaceful in life.

Every time he closed his illuminated eyes,
he disembarked in the alternate universe,
where the fire of hell had been extinguished long back,
where heaven was hallucinating on earth.

He felt her aroma everywhere he roamed,
it was a timid quaint feeling of hope,
a feeling that had resurfaced in him since he had found,
in this love, peace and sound.

He visualized her in not-so quintessential ways,
she had a soul brighter than sun and its rays.
she breathes flowers, very sublime,
had the aura of a million saints, all very fine.

She spoke, broadminded about how she conquered,
the kingdom of his heart, in the empire of his soul,
she spoke of how she set flight like a bird,
brushed away his darkness, filled all his holes.

Now she wants a body, not the depths of his heart,
so one day she and him will have to part,
till then he will continue to embrace her this way,
fill in his desire for love, for peace and gay.


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Riddle

The Truth is the Gift of Gods Word
for it's understanding the habitation has stirred
softly upon spirit we listen to it's call
comprehension to it's voice like a seed is small

Can you understand the wise man's riddle
apprehend interpretation the narratives trail
from beginning to end surround the middle
without understanding it's Truth you may fail

Upon the Truth are your heavens fixed
the hearing upon earth with lies are mixed
to many have reached a state of complacency
the cares of this life has choked ability

You lead upon paths unknown
a flight those having wings have flown
I tell you upon the rise of each day
that you must lead and show us the way

Oh Shepherd like a lamb you guide me
for I am lost to the flock without thee
My Lord and my God you have called us out
faith in you but confidence in self do doubt

With every gesture you affirm the way
yet evermore before me do my sins lay
I look around upon those I do see
whose lives are worth much more than me

The seventh day Jehovah has blessed
where mankind will enter into his rest
abundance of joy will fill the earth
as Gods Kingdom has given birth

The fruit of her labor is worldwide
she will wipe the tears her children have cried
Gods woman has brought forth Life
she will train the children remove their strife

You are God from the womb of my mother
have preserved me from violence of brother
your handmaiden as captive I serve
given more than anyone here deserve

I listen to the music of your call
understand I grace given since fall
for to live is Christ and to die gain
and within the hand of your Love remain

Forsake me not when I reach that hour
frail woman in mankind has not power
give me courage so I don't therein cower
for I have beheld the future from your tower

Oh my gentle Lord your path holds no discord
our seas turned to glass when we do as asked
neath your wisdom do kneel as truth you reveal
all thinking given you and insight given true

Hold me close and in your arms
for hear I do the trumpets alarms
you have signified my death
for those you love I give my breath

Hold my hand on the path you take
for I am weak and easily brake
a thing that is soft and frail
for those you love like Lord impale

Now I know the path to you
by example your loved showed true
willing I am to give you my life
like anointed Son did for wife

source JOHN 3:16 Romans 12:1-2

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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God's Plan For Marriage


God’s Plan for Marriage… There’s a truth that remains since the beginning of time. God created man and woman. And had one thing in mind. From the dust of the ground, Adam was formed. From his side came Eve. A new life was “born!” God’s design for marriage became very evident and clear… If not for Adam and Eve, none of us would be here! Marriage is a blessing from God. A gift from God above. A man and a woman come together as an expression of their love. Anything different than one man and woman is perverted. This is a lie from our culture that is trying to be “inserted.” God gave us all a natural love with a strong ambition. To come as a husband and wife is a God given intention! Read from the books of Genesis thru Revelation… God’s idea of marriage is for any person or nation. Many can try to change what God has already designed. It’s no wonder why so many have “confused” minds. Let’s come back to God and trust him with our life! The one who set up marriage as; “one husband and one wife!” By Jim Pemberton


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Slipping

I feel you slipping from me
Things are no longer the same as they used to be
We'd share all of our stories
Parables of our good times and our maladies
Open as a book, but as mysterious as can be
You used to read my poetry
They were a mirror into my agony
But I've had a change of heart
They're a window into my destiny
As we move further apart physically
Our minds become distant mentally
Our hearts no longer colliding spiritually
There's much to you I see as key
Key to what every woman should be
But the ideal woman will forever slip from me


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A Single Summer Night

The summer’s heat made me almost swoon. Here we were on the last day in June. Two weeks had passed since I wore my cap and gown. I spotted a woman who had just moved into town. For a boy at the young age of eighteen, everything comprised a usual summer scene. What attractiveness she possessed! I could not help but stare. I swear I saw her wink at me while she passed through the sultry air. I was all alone later that day when she walked up to me. She said, “Hello, I am new in town. My name is Audrey”. This woman was older than I, and must have held a mystical force. She was enough to make my ship begin sailing well off course. This lady told me she lived alone and went through a divorce. We walked over to her house, and then we went inside. Audrey took my hand and showed me she had nothing to hide. I was a boy when I saw the sunset with my eyes. The next morning, I was a man when I gazed at the sunrise. Many years have passed, and Audrey is but a memory. In a single night, this woman made me reach maturity. Robert Pettit for Frank Herrera's Coming of Age contest


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my rules

you lay about all day
not caring about what i have to say
i am a woman i deserve respect
and trust will get just that

yes you're a man that thinks 
that a woman has to do all the cleaning
sweetie we 're done with that stereotype
its time for a change and a new meaning

the next time you decide to raise your voice at me
know that you will be slapped across your face baby
i don't like disrespect and neither will i ever
watch you tone with me and i will not be mean

i'm not as nice and good as you wanted me to be
i can no longer torelate how you treat me
 i am your wife not your doormat
you will not step all over me

i don't want to be your enemy 
i don't want to become the one you hate
you need to treat me right before 
its to late


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A Woman Scorned

There's no fury like the wrath of a woman scorn. Every woman will have known that they
will have been lied to, cheated on, and deceived by their husbands/boyfriends and will
have driven them over the edge. It seems that these men (the boyfriends/husbands) have
been taking these women (the girlfriends/wives) and what they've done for them for granted
and it's not right. It also seems that these women are not good for the guys and the women
are angry about it. Some of the guys (the husbands/boyfriends) think that other women are
way more intelligent and way more attractive than their current wives/girlfriends,
especially when these men are having multiple affairs behind the backs of their women. A
woman's scorn means that all of the ladies have had enough of being lied to, cheated on,
and being belittled by a bunch of womanizing jerks, that includes the loser boyfriends.
And for a bunch of women scorned by infidelities and lies, there's such thing as bad
karma. What these bad guys did to their women will happen to them in the near future, and
when they pass on, these womanizing fiends will meet their judgment day and God will
punish them for all of the misdeeds they've done. The men may lie to their women and they
may lie to their family members, that will have included their parents, but they can't lie
to Him. He sees everything that's going on, and the men (husbands/boyfriends) are going to
pay for what they did to their women (wives/girlfriends). And like the saying goes:
"there's no fury like the wrath of a woman scorned." These men better be really careful
around these women because if they take them for granted, there's going to be heck to pay.


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Rewrite

Rewrite
You have been broken down to believe you deserve no better
But you do and you forgot so now I write this letter
The strings were cut free to be the woman you know you are
Fear the secret tether keeping you from going too far
The game replayed and still you chose to be the willing fool
Knowingly a pawn knowing they will break the rule
You strove to rekindle your flame to reclaim your soul’s fire
Don’t deny yourself the respect or deny the desire
That familiar face in the mirror longs to understand the why
Love should bring you a smile not more tears to cry
Cast away self doubt and that lingering fear of the unknown
Left to the dark the flower would have never grown
Revel in your strengths as you relish what keeps you smitten
Freed from page your story’s end is yet to be written
Drakavai2013


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Six Months In

I AM

Six Months into learning of your betrayal

Six Months into learning of your lying

Six Months into looking at every infidelity website

Six months of looking for clues of 

WHO YOU ARE

Six months into learning about me

Six months into finding me lying to me

Six months of looking at every self help website

Six months of looking for clues of

WHO I AM

Six months of learning to be US

Six months of still not TRUSTING

Six months of trying to communicate

Six months of looking for clues of

WHO WE ARE.


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A Storm In Heaven, Sections 13-18

But the lover he knew this would not be enough
In such games as romance the going will get rough
And his youth had not abandoned him yet
Such failures monumental he would not so soon forget
And all had been less than this goddess on earth
No other had touched his heart so since birth
So amidst the glorious dreams of love in spring
The icy chill of doubt began to take its wing

The mirror told truths he’d never liked to hear
When faced with himself he’d rather disappear
Than bear witness to what he saw as a goon
A common ugly brute, spawned from a cartoon
With his disproportioned limbs and pessimistic hunch
Never had Ryan stood out from the bunch
His muscles had weakened from ailments past
And his metabolism sadly had deserted him too fast

His green eyes burned fiercely for his love had not gone
And sleep seldom reached him until long after dawn
Ruminating at length on the woman he desired
Wrecked his body and wracked his mind so tired
Could she ever love one as common as I?
He asked many times neath the midnight blue sky
His answer proved negative on most mornings young
And the tears had scarcely left him when the first sparrow sung

At last, the abused and depressed young pup
Decided he would go out on the town and drink up
Pounding beers with no regard for the consequences thus
Leaving him to stagger, cry, and flirt and cuss
And as sudden as the sun blooming on the skyline
The lovely Lyla was there, alone and looking quite fine
In an instant all sorrow was cleansed from his mind
And convinced him once more no greater love would he find

On that evening with conscious sobered by passion
My old friend took to speaking in a serious fashion
Only I was there to listen to his marvelous speech
Of the intensity he possessed, I know I cannot teach
With a storm gently rolling on a westward winter wind
The dark haired young man, chilled and quite pale skinned
Turned to me slowly with the look in his eye
That told I would recall this moment till I die

“Tonight,” he began, “I have chosen to wait
For this woman I love until some later date
And I shall stay to this, if months or years may pass
If that is the price of being worthy of the lass
If I must stand by and watch others lay
By her drunken side, while I have no say
And hundreds will flirt and many win a kiss
So I will remain in a life without bliss


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MAY OF '75

It All Started May 2, 1975
The Day This Man 
Took This Woman
To Be His Lawfully Wedded Wife
 
They Saw Their Share Of Struggles,Grief, Hardships,and Strife
But Hand In Hand
They Faced The World
Together
This Man And His Wife
 
The Cards Were Stacked Against Them
An Uphill Battle It Often Seemed
They Did Not Have A Fairytale
But In The End
Love Would Prevail
Between This Woman And This Man
 
Thirty Years They Shared Together
For Richer Or For Poorer
In Sickness And In Health
In Good Times And In Bad
Before This Man Would Pass Away
Right In Front Of His Wife
 
How Would This Woman Go On
Not Knowing What To Do
How To Make A Single Cup Of Coffee
Or Just One Plate Of Food
How Could She Bare Waking Up To An Empty Room 
 
She Grieved Tirelessly
She Often Questioned Why
Why She Had Been Left Behind
This Woman Who For Thirty Years
Had Been This Man's Wife
 
She Had To Find Her Strength Within
And Her Will To Go On
She Had To Comfort Her Children
And Learn To Lean On God
 
Although She Never Stopped Loving This Man
Eventually
She Would Find Peace
Though It Was Not Easy
She Learned To Live Life Without Him
Though It Was Never Part Of The Plan
On That Day In Early May of 1975
When These Two Were Wed
This Man And His Wife
 
Sometimes Things Will Happen
Even Though We Did Not Plan
Things We Can Not Fathom
Things We Will Never Understand
 
The Time Came
Two Short Years Later
When The Doctors Came
And Told This Woman
We Are Sorry
It Is CANCER
 
Now The Children
Of This Man And His Wife
Would Have To Find Their Own Answers
With No Parents Their To Guide Them
Give Them Comfort
Or Advice
They Would Be Left With Their Own Questions
Of How...
And WHY...
 
In Loving Memory of My Mom and Dad- Tiffany Abbott


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No Love Chemistry

I felt like you were the one for me,
As you said there is no chemistry between us.
Now I have to dig deep to find the right love for me,
I went from having high hope with you to no chance.
I still value you as a person,
But now I have no romantic feelings for you. 
I find it hard that you say there is no love chemistry between us. 


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Crash

Like a glance I catch you
In between seemingly innocent exchanges
When you lean slowly in like the deaf and the dumb 
With your underhanded handiness 
Your adorable strangeness 

Oh, how I see through right through your fragile facade
Sweet girl, boyfriended, gorgeously flawed

The question is: do you see it in me, too?
I am forbidden, 
But what is that to you?

A rule? 
Tell no one and no one will know
You and I are star-crossed and wander back even so

Fall into bed  
Crash like porcelain, picture frames, plain-faced wives
You can’t hide the curiosity quivering behind your eyes

At first I smile as you warily bide your time
When I know, just as well,

That you soon will be mine.


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God's Object

From the beginning of time God had a plan,
out of clay and dust He breathed soul into man.
Adam was his name, not wanting to be all alone,
with part of his rib a woman named Eve was sown.
Made for God's glory, not expecting their fall,
nothing could keep them from hearing His call.
He gave them everything except one special tree,
If they ate from it, they would no longer be free.
One day in the tree a serpent  came by surprise,
questioned God's authority by telling Eve lies.
Curiousity took control thinking maybe he was right,
Eve took a bite of something that now gave her sight.
Tempted by fruit which now made them very aware,
Adam cried out to God, "How can this be fair?"
If it was not for this woman You gave to me,
I could have listened, I would still be free.
God cursed the land sending them away,
due to disobedience, they now have to pay.
Fellowship got broken, God was betrayed,
year after year sacrafices had to be made.
Then one night an angel visited a young girl,
announcing her baby is coming to save the world.
Surprised by the news, for she knew not a man,
the angel said, "Fear not, for God has a plan!"
Conceived by the Holy Spirit you'll deliver a boy,
behold, to hear and see the great tidings of joy.
Unto the people a Saviour is born, lying in a manager,
God in the flesh entering this world now as a stranger.
Now wanting to buy back for centuries those who were lost,
determined to pay the price no matter how much it will cost.
So to earth God sent His Son to save everyone who believes,
Awaiting the love He wants from His creation He daily sees.
His Son's Name is Jesus, He came to save the world,
every man and every woman, every boy and every girl.
All WE have to do is believe this much is true,
the object of His love is to spend eternity with....
                                           YOU!!!


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The shining Path of the walkway

My hands are embedded in your skin,
And your body is rambling,
To the sea of a thousand waves,
>       I am a boat ...
-

I have the heart that fails,
Engraving on the ocean,    my wake
When under the terms of travel
You also ondoies the hips
-

... If it is falling into oblivion
After the course of the hills
Fingers hanging with saline scents
On the pleated waves of your bed,
-

When the desire        is resting
It has neither beginning,  nor end,
But resurrects while whith its whole hunger,
It combines us,     and overlays us ...
-

My mouth keeps         in mind,
The taste of passion in fruits,
Always present in the heart of the night
>   Shining Path of the walkway.


--- ( own translation from french )

-

" Le sentier lumineux  du promenoir"

-
Mes mains se sont incrustées dans ta peau,
Et ton corps qui divague,
A la mer aux mille vagues,
Je suis un bateau...
-
J'ai le coeur qui flanche,
A graver sur l'océan, mon sillage,
Quand aux termes du voyage,
Tu ondoies aussi des hanches,
-
...Si c'est basculer dans l'oubli,
Après le parcours les collines,
Les doigts accrochés de senteurs salines,
Aux ondes plissées de ton lit,
-
Quand le désir                   se repose,
Il n'a ni commencement,    ni fin ,
Mais ressuscite,         tout à sa faim,
Il nous combine,       et superpose ...
-
Ma bouche               garde en mémoire,
Le goût de la passion,            en fruits,
Toujours présent, au coeur de la nuit,
>        Sentier lumineux de promenoir.

-


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Cold Love

Clumsey, rough, unkind woman
On long winter’s nights, under the blankets lies your cold heart. A coiled serpent calculating it’s next move from its frozen state. I am just a pair of hands and legs it needs, trained with the burn of venom. You know how to feed me just enough of what feels like love to keep me from leaving. A carefully calculated amount  weighed against the loneliness that waits outside the door, ready to possess my mind like a madness. A terror I cannot  face. So your venom withers my soul just a little more.


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One Day

or many years my life has been sad,
  The woman meant for me I did not have .
Patiently I've been waiting for that wonderful day,
  When the woman of my dreams finally comes my way.
The blue that I have felt will now be in the sky,
   The light in my life I've missed now shines in my eyes.
How my days will be filled with happiness and joy,
   Like the excitement of a candy shop to a small boy.
All my dreams and hopes will become a reality ,
   When the love of my life finally comes to me.
The future we will share will shine so bright ,
   Because the bond we have between us will always feel right .

TC


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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












                          


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My Search

For so many years I have been out of my mind ,
  Searching for that woman I can love for all time .
Not so many to choose from as one might think ,
  Most all of them gone as quick as you can blink.
Each day after day how I would pray,
   For that special woman to come my way.
This lonliness I've endured for so many years ,
   Bringing me only sadness and all of these tears.
I know in my heart that the time will come ,
  When all of my searching will be finally done.
This I know to be so very true ,
   For the woman I seek happens to be you.
You are my everything the only one for me,
   Because you and I were always meant to be .
tac


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Lost In Love

       Lost In Love

Unknown girl from unknown parts calls to me
Becomes familiar in a subtle glance
With a gentle touch
Of chance and fate
Wakes me with her voice of other worlds
Doors open to suggestion
And all sounds reasonable in the dark
She changes with the wind
Whispers secret things to me
Sleep will never come again
In the repetition of desires kiss that starts
But never ends
I’m lost forever in her arms
My lover’s charms
That lasts for hours
So time evaporates forever in the sirens song
Plays on the long sonata of the day
So very lost in love


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Carlota

A few moments together
The presence forgotten
The lies and deceptions
Pouring their shots in

I like to turn on time
Write a rhyme
Being careful of stolen ecstasy
It’s price higher than infidelity

But you pushed me away
And now all I’ve got is second best
I won’t even stay
Despite the ache inside my chest

I’m lost and outdriven
Like a son without a father
I miss all I can’t see
I’m lost without Carlota


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Pink and Amythyst

The fog begins to slowly roll
away from dewdrop's liquid tryst
revealing my love's naked soul
a bloom in pink and amythyst.

The warmth of sun upon my face
cannot begin to kindle fires
the her vision dressed in lace 
does stir my innermost desires.

The streaming shafts of silken light
that peek between the canopy
unveil my lover from our night 
of passioned outdoor ecstasy.

She warms me with her morning smile
her touch becomes my catalyst
expressing our love for awhile
in shades of pink and amythyst.


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A Modest Proposal

You are but a man.
You will fail me
and make mistakes.
You will say the wrong things
and make me cry.
You will argue about my family
and come to hate my mother.
You will leave the seat up
and forget about my birthday.
You will be insulting and childish,
deceitful and wrong.
And thus being warned,
I will love you no less.

I am but a woman.
I will hurt you
and make mistakes.
I will be jealous
and hold grudges far too long.
I will redecorate your house
and accidentally shrink your favorite shirt.
I will lose my beauty with age
and my body as well.
I will be scared and angry,
anxious and wrong.
And thus being warned,
will you love me all the same?


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OH, WHAT YOU DO TO ME

The sun touches the edge of the horizon
The sky lit by the moonlight 
The stars scattered on the canvas up above
The silhouette of your face is all I see
I love you are the words whispered to me
Holding my face in his hands
His lips pressed against mine 
With a slight slip of his tongue 
He consumed me
His hands touch up and down the sides of my body
“You are my everything” he said
“I want to make you mine forever”
Breathless
Overwhelmed
Blissful
Dwelled inside of me
In my hands I grab his body
I pull him even closer to me
My fingers begin to roam about his masculinity
Passion flows throughout my body
It quivers at his touch
Finally the day is here


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What's The Game Mary Jane

Mary Jayne, You know you cause me so much pain You always fill me with a false security You fool around with me You stand with open arms And then stand back and watch me fall down, Mary Jayne Mary Jayne, You’ve gone and stole my heart again You’re taking pleasure in it I can never win; look at the state I’m in You stole my heart And ripped it into little tiny pieces, Mary Jayne Mary Jayne, You know you’re driving me insane You take me by the hand And lead me all astray; it’s always been the way You set me up to knock me down Just like a game, you play me, Mary Jayne


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For my Mother

For a Mother.

 

she left me

with only the thoughts of her embrace to warm me

in frigid mornings of tomorrows yet to come

she left me

with her words of tender truths to shroud me

in the coming evenings of stabbing sleet and hail

she left me

yet she stays forever within me

in my waking dreams

and in my restful thoughts

she stays forever within me

she remains an abiding part

of the love

the pain

the tears

and never shall we be

truly apart

 


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The Godess of Beauty and Everything Between

A man falls in love with a godess,
He writes down his tale
For all those who read it will know
How much he loved her:

"She is that woman
The woman I know, The woman I love
That woman that angels touched at birth
Waiting now to take her to heaven
Where she belongs

Roses and flowers shrink
As she harmonically swifts by
Trying to hide their shame
Of not matching such beauty
That of my beautiful

Mirrors weep at the sight of her
Oceans rage with their tidal waves
Begging for her reflection in its waters to stay
For the divinity of her
All beauty hails!

She holds the key
To all life's secrets
And the deepest of the deep
Forever fail to look in her eyes
Her eyes...hypnotize

Compared to a Summer's day, not she
Nor Winter, nor Autumn, nor Spring
She blocks the sun
And collects tears from the moon
Worlds and planets collide

Romance of a poem
Loyalty of songs and letters
The symphony of love
She is the meaning of a pearl
In an empty shell called life

Beauty seen, only by those beautiful
Her bedazzling perfection crucifies them
The boiling blood of jealousy
Envy her, and turn into stone
A heart too strong to regard pathetic thoughts

The sky obeys her feelings
Changing the weather to suit her mood
The calm breeze of her exhale
The stars shine to her respect
And the moon tells of her tales

Leaves whistle her name
And sing it do the nightingales
Birds of the morning chirp it too
While the stars spell it in the sky
My beautiful! Oh my beautiful!

A shame it must be to live amongst
Those that do not know beauty
And those that emotions fail
Do not grieve my beautiful
You are the queen, the swan of love

All the poets have aligned
To write you poems and rhymes
Do not fear to shine your grace
My beautiful queen with a million face
The shinning dove, sings of your love

Hearts turned gold, of those she touched
Infront of her all disappears
Infront of her all becomes mere
She in no human, nor an angel
She is the godess of love and everything between"


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Untitled

This is an unfinished poem about break-up.

Crossing journeys once again, this time more of an accident, I lay my hand, up, gently on your shoulder. The subtle fact that touch revealed, that my kisses had been healed. This time my love, I knew it was over. This time my love, this time it is over. I held the door open for you, Speak low, my love, for you are through with crying every time you hear the laughter. I strained to hold it open wide, so you passed me with a hint of pride. In such a way that made me seek some shelter. In a way that made me seek some shelter. Summer rain around the pool, you think, oh my, it's beautiful, but you didn't see the sign there, through your raincoat. The one that said no diving no control did hold you back, and you dove right in just as it was raining. Yes, you dove right in just before it was storming.


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Mike's Last Valentine's Day as a Single Man

This is my last Valentine’s Day as a single man.
To this cute plump brunette, I have become her best fan.
There is something in this sweet doll too few guys have seen.
I have no worries since my life has become serene.
She will love me with all the utmost sincerity.
What a wonderful woman whose name is Stephanie.

Since I have known her, other girls simply don’t exist.
She is just right for me, and number one on my list.
Stephanie and I cannot wait for our wedding day.
That glorious time will take place the first Saturday
in the warm and beautiful springtime month known as May.
The ring on her finger tells me it’s not far away.

This fine woman is caring, compassionate, and honest.
Whenever I am with her, I put my mind to rest.
She makes genuine love to me as no woman can.
Knowing she will be with me makes me a happy man.
So what can I do on this day for my Stephanie?
Buy her flowers, candy, perfume, or some jewelry?
Should I take her out to dinner, and then to a movie?
I can’t decide, so I’ll give her all of the above.
Nothing is too good for this fine woman that I love.


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Biological Clock ticking

 You know how some woman have a panic attacks
   Because they realize their days of having children are limited
  Well young girls of the teenage variety have that same kind of fear
            Yet it surrounds their virginity
              You see it starts to seem like your missing out
 Your friends are telling you what a joy it is 
                 Yet you've never experienced it 
                  It starts to get embarrassing 
                  Cause by a certain age lets say 20 
                   People expect you not to be 
                   And even though your waiting for the right guy
                       None of your other friends seem to be 
                         They seem to be in love
                             Falling all at the same time 
                               And your sitting here lonely
                                   Missing out
                            Not putting out
                          They don't understand how you feel
                           and they never will 
                       The clock is ticking 
                      It's time to grown up 
                            It's time to finally be what you're becoming 
                                 A woman 
                                You thought you were proud of still being 
                               But when their reaching for condoms 
                                and all you can do is smile
                                 It starts to make you feel like
                                          WOW
                                What does this all really mean?
                                    Sadness comes over you
                                   You have no idea what to do
                                   No candidates to help fix this issue
                                      Tick, Tick, Tick , Tick, Tick,
                                         No fairy god mothers to prepare you 
                                              Life begins now... 
                                            And all you know is that times running out
                                                You have to be parted or you'll lose all sense of self
                                                              I'm no longer a little girl 
                                        


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Bezrjecje

neko je otvorio vrata kafane
(u kojoj smo se ispijali 
do posljednje kapi bliskosti)
i pustio lahor bezrjecja
da se skrasi na usnama
 
dovoljno slab 
da ne remeti sklad pogleda u prazno
 
dovoljno jak
da oduva zrnca dodira
što ih cuvasmo ispod izgriženih noktiju
i
dovoljno dug
da nam otme (uz)dah 
za odletjelom pticom spokoja


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Long Kiss Goodbye

It’s soft and gentle
Not at all what I expected
The initial reaction
Left just a fraction
Of retreat
The body is more than meat?
It’s throbbing again
It’s boiling in
It can’t stop now
It doesn’t know how
It’s so sharp
But it sets you apart
The pain isn’t bad
It instead feels good
I’m definitely a fan
But we don’t know if we should
What do we do?
What do we say?
When do we act?
Can I kiss you today?
The answers are here…
We continue with patience and an open mind
We tell each other what we want to say and what we’ve felt
We act when we feel the time is right
We kiss when you go the other ten percent


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an old story

this old story has been told before
this old story has been heard before
it's about one man, and one woman too
how they did their best, with the best that they could do

that one man, he fell down to one knee
said "woman, would you please marry me?"
that one woman, was sitting high up in her chair
she said, "excuse me one moment, I have to fix my hair."

she would talk about him, like no one else would
he would make her smile, like no one else could
well they got married, and moved on down south
said the cookin was better, and that's what it was all about

there ain't a whole lot of happy, in this ending
see the man would come home late, every single evening
he would talk a lil different, and walk a lil funny
he said to the woman, "I can't call you honey..anymore"

well that one woman, would cry on the floor
waiting for the man, to come walking through that door
that ol man, was out spending all his money
he had two or three, of his so called honeys

bankrupt and shamed, the man walked through the town
feeling alone, he put his knees on the ground
nothing was seen, but before him was a tree
he said, "I don't know who I am, but I know who I wanna be"

well the tree talked back, he said "stand up and be proud,
you see I was planted here, to give men like you a sound!"

"forgive him father, for he knows not what he's done."
the woman had said, when her hair was finally done
"I've been washed, by his only given son
so take my hand, and we can finally go home."


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The Love Dare

When no longer.................................................In
Love, you feel in...............................................Addition
To this problem.................................................To
Hurt, to start.....................................................Saying
Negative things.. instead, say.............................Nothing
Bad or really .....................................................Negative
But say only good..............................................To
Your former love................................................Your
Love of old, your................................................Spouse
Say, say............................................................Again
I admire you......................................................Today
For the little things thay you.................................Do
For me, acts.......................................................At
Extra cost  to you, show me that you care, at .......Least      
Some for me and my well being, at least...............One
Act you do everyday...........................................Unexpected
Acts that are a ...................................................Gesture
Of your concern..................................................As
You go about......................................................An
Ordinary day, one...............................................Act
Just one act........................................................Of
Love will reciprocate.............................................Kindness

(End line is from a book titled "Love Dare"...Try the love dare in your marriage and see what 
happens and write it down...For a woman say to a man I admire____________..For a man 
say to the woman I appreciate___________....Also do one thing extra for that person that 
they don't expect you to do...See if this starts a snowball effect of love and kindness at your 
house....This will not work in all situations but most..)


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printed kisses

it's freezing/ the eyelids're drawing near pavement/
leaving the orange blurs on the street/
never thought that the ptinted kisses/
could be ever so tender and sweet/


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Boiled Rabbit

Dan, for that extramarital affair, you paid a price. Alex did many things that were not very nice. As a lawyer, I thought you would have more sense. Watching Alex’s actions surely made me tense. You fooled around with a woman from the other side of the fence. Well, Alex was a woman in dire need of a life. Dan, you should have been more faithful to your wife. Based on the 1987 film “Fatal Attraction”


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Ale and love

If there's not enough ale 
all attempts to love fail.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


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EDEN

Dedicate thy life to me, mine given unto thou

Fragrant is the fruit of love, from Eden's laden bough

Into the garden entered we, one man, one woman unite

The serpent tempting apple red, that she may take a bite

Dedicate thy life to me, mine given unto thou

Fragrant is the fruit of love, from Eden's laden bough

Decline the call from silver tongues, of promises made of lies

Keep unto truth our garden green, with innocent hazel eyes

Dedicate thy life to me, mine given unto thou

Fragrant is the fruit of love, from Eden's laden bough

Take this breath I offer you, the breeze of love to know

And I shall stay beside you child, as we dance cheek to cheek real slow

Fragrant is the fruit of love, from Eden's laden bough

Dedicate thy life to me, mine given unto thou

The serpent tempting apple red, that she may take a bite

Into the garden entered we, one man, one woman unite

Keep unto truth our garden green, with innocent hazel eyes

Decline the call from silver tongues, of promises made of lies

And I shall stay beside you child, as we dance cheek to cheek real slow

Take this breath I offer you, the breeze of love to know

Fragrant is the fruit of love, mine given unto thou

Dedicate thy life to me, from Eden's laden bough


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dream on little boy, dream on- part 1

I have heard a tale of the darkest forest that is known for its whispering trees, 
forbidden fruits, and its dancing roses all kept in touch by winter’s hand. I seek to 
confirm these facts made by delusional men, but I, I seek an even more forbidden fruit, 
and a more soothing whisper that is not of the trees to caress my ears.  I seek a figure 
whose peachy skin is bathed in the white satin of winter.  A figure whose lips that are 
flushed and soft, that they beckon for a mortals lips to embrace their own.  I look and I 
listen for a tempting whisper, I take note to every sound that floats by my ears.  One 
resonance catches my intention; it’s the sound of fracturing ice behind 7 trees I failed 
to perceive.  O was I mislead by these delusional fools, for such a beauty cannot be 
described by mere and simple words.  I was never a poet but the sight of her made 
poetic lines flow into my head. It went like this:   “A soft and delicate petal amidst the 
sea’s darkness beacons for a stem, a stem to lift it up to the sun and thaw the chains 
that bind”.   The ice that I spoke of earlier was not fracturing; they were simply forming 
beneath her feet as she elegantly strode along the rivers bank.  I questioned myself on 
whether to call her or not, for I could not recall a name by which she went.  So I simply 
said: “O, winter’s Goddess, satisfy this mortal with the visage that obscures the hearts 
of men”.  She simply turned around and glanced into my eyes then said: “Who is this 
goddess that you beacon so much for? I am only a woman whose love is frozen in her 
own tears.  A woman whose eyes, are as vast as the sea that they can drown a man 
searching for love”.   I replied: “Your love maybe frozen in tears of sadness, but I seek 
to thaw them out into tears of joy, your love cannot drown a man who has already 
found what he seeks.”   With these words said, I walk towards her slowly and embrace 
her in my arms; I lean in to kiss this winter queen’s lips, but she suddenly vanishes in 
my arms.  The shout of a mother penetrates my ears telling me to get her a drink of 
water in the middle of the night. Finished with the feeble task that mother set out for 
me, I venture back into my bed to fall into slumber once more.   


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Loves Wounding Blade

What, but in this dismal life should appear
My hopes, my dreams, true love
All seem to fade
Into the distance I reach
My eyes begin to tear
My heart pierced through with loves wounding blade!

I sought the shelter of loves sweet embraces
In a woman who's heart was filled with vengeful maces
Evil all around!
My body, heart and soul abused
Pain and hurt consume me!
My heart and mind bemused

My love, like a glass house she shattered!
Sharing herself with so many mates
Male and female indiscriminate
Her sexual desire insatiates

My loins burned for her in heated passion
I hoped at once she'd share
My fantasies brought bare!
In her, delectable delights and fatuations
But only in monogamy -
My passionate energies ignite

With her, my love lives alone
Urequited, unappreciated
She doesn't know my heart
She fails to listen
Her own, with walls all around a'glisten
Her mind imprisoned
From many years of
Giving into lust and depravity!

No matter how strong my love for her
There seems to be no relenting
She's given into such disbelief
As cannot be imagined
Her mind's eye blinded by words, 
She deemed dissenting

If only she knew how to open up
To love and meaningful discussion
Could she see the errors
In her cruel interpretations?
Alas!  Consumed by hurtful vengeance be
"God he will suffer for those words he said to me"

In silence she makes me suffer
For wrongs I'm not guilty of
Her judgements of my actions
So obediently; innocently intended
Convicted by her own guilt, she pretended!

Her cruelty knows no bounds
While she rips, tears, cuts and destroys
The fabric of our "True Love"
Such ignorance!  My soul screams out!
Oh!  The sadness of it!
A travesty of two hearts
That were once united!

How do I get through to her
Misunderstanding heart?
There is so much more to love
Than what just meets the eye!
"Whatever happened to communication?"
I cry!  Its the only way to dissuade
The problems of the heart

Open hearts and open minds,
Forgiveness, faithfulness, and Trust
These are some ingredients
For a deep and lasting love
Why does she persist
In her cruel, vengeful ways?
To cause pain, not deserved
Oh!  It truly hurts and dismays!

With patience, love, and forbearing kindness
I seek to go, where no man ponders -
For fear of weakness and humility of soul.
For my one, my true cherished woman -
God and Angels, made!
For her, I would cast, myself down -
Onto Loves Wounding Blade!


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Passion and Poetry

Midnight thirty
A room softly lit
White velvet beauty
In the corner you sit
Fingers and toes
Painted coral and red
An ivory necklace
On a cherry wood bed
Aura of splendor
Your presence divine
A glint of your lips
You fill up my mind
Lie here beside me
Breath upon breath
Passion and poetry 
Is all I have left
Moon through the curtains
Your body a string
To be plucked by my fingers
My angel will sing


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Cry No More

how could you?

(Chorus: rpt. 2x): Cry no more, Cry no more
I won’t cry, cry no more

(Verse 1): See in my life I know I’m not the only one that goes through things
but since I been with you it feels as if Im going through hell
I won’t even yell (just a waist a breath) cause that’s just a waist of time
Since you wasn’t there to pick me up while I was down I should’ve just
been wilding out but I’m more woman about myself so I won’t

(Chorus: rpt. 2x): Cry no more, cry no more
I won’t cry, cry no more

(Verse 2): I might let you walk in my life
and let you tell me one day I will be your wife
Even though you broke my heart
I’m not going to let you ruin that part of my life 
Through it all if you were a man
You could be more true to your words
But since you’re not
Don’t think when you I will cry
Cause I wont cry no more

(Chorus: rpt. 3x) Cry no more (no, no, oh no)
Cry no more (se you have hurt me, but I) I wont
cry no more (out the door you go boy) cry no more
(It’s the woman in me that you couldn’t handle) I won’t, no
ladies don’t cry, tell him you wont, cry no more cry no more


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Helen Keller

 Helen Keller 
Helen Keller 
 
 
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 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


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Chinese Room

You spoke in languages I couldn’t know;
Everything you did, you did for show.
I’ll be glad when I can let you go,
With the dream I thought I would outgrow.

But 
       how 
              I 
 balked

When you peeled it off,
How everything held dear was dropped,

When I watched you half undress,
The gentle physicality of your breath,
That I'd take away with one touch or less.

So don’t mind the scars
Or the open wounds;
I'm an artist in what I should not do.

And as in translation, I was lost in you.

A sociopath declared immune,
A machine within a Chinese room.

Don’t mind the shaky hands,
The bottle tops left loose,
The high hopes
Where I hung the noose.

C'est la vie --
At least for me.

Don’t mind the buggy eyes
When I ask to stay tonight,

The stammer
When I ask why we can’t be together.

Yeah, you love him,
It’s so 

Ordinary.

And you are so much better.

--
In reference to the Chinese Room thought experiment by John Searle.


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IS A KIND WORD ENOUGH?

How do you tell the woman that you love?
The woman that always fitted you like a glove
Your lover, your friend and your confident 
How do you tell her of your discontent?

How do you tell the woman for whom you care?
That you are no longer in love with her
The woman you love but no longer desire
Kind and caring but unable to light your fire

How do you tell the woman that you love?
The woman that always fitted you like a glove
Where do you begin? Where do you start?
How do you tell her and not break her heart?


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I can not accept this woman's love

I can not accept this woman's love
The life I had with the woman I believed in
seemed to perfect to good to be true, yet her
ways proved to be full of wrong and hurt my
feeling yet me feel even strong as I had to
break off her love before her hate becomes
to strong. When we first met she seemed so
pretty and nice. I fell for her looks without
seeing the truth. Now this woman has made her
self home under my life and my roof. Can I 
master enough courage and nerve to make her
pack her bags and politely ask her to do so
with out ever looking back. Or will I be the
coward once again forgiving her of all her
sin's. I can not accept this woman's love for
I am a man that who deserves so much better
then what I have now. Will I ever find true
love? or do I just have to accept the abuse
this woman give's me and just accept this is
what love really is.


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Medusa

You have become a sort of curiosity
Your eyes wander up and I watch you
Gravitate toward me
Like a forbidden, foreign thing

I can’t speak
For fumbling for foothold 
I am upturned and reeling
My mouth hurts from shyly grinning

Why are you so beautifully strange?
Your hands perched on the desk beside
I lean into you as you speak,
My thoughts throbbing and body weak

Why are you so uniquely intricate?
With depths longing to be
Unfettered, eyed naked 
Conquered

Somehow I fell for you with hardly any words;
I drifted into a sleep vivid and new
I was drawn like weathered moths
A moon-stricken tide—
The mournfully lost

You are an anomaly
I stand, pupils stagnantly wide  

And take you in like a dream in the night.


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stories

Every embrace has a different story 
to tell between two people. 
As a mother holds her newborn in 
her arms for the first time it's telling 
a story of a blessing and love from above. 
When a couple hold each other at anytime 
of the day it's the woman finding the protection 
in his strong embrace and the man finding 
the blissful love a woman holds. 
As a child has hurt themselves during play 
they get the security that everything 
is going to be okay with each arm 
of their parent holding them close. 
The ship pulls in on the dock and an entire
family is linked together as one because the 
soldier is safely home. 
The innocent children over in low end 
countries dying from anything possile hug 
on to their heros who come to put food in their 
bodies and medicine to help protect them.
The world has so many different views of life 
that we are unaware of.
Stories are told from many aspects of life and 
most are told with physical actions. 
So whats some of your stories?


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Never Alone

You are a lady with beauty, style, and poise. See that big entourage of handsome boys? From them, you must obtain perpetual joys. I may never get the chance to see you alone. How I would like to have you for my very own! inspired by another member's poem


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Don't Judge Others---Behold God's Truth

Don't Judge Others---
For In Christ
We All our Sisters and Brothers

But within this Life
God Made A Man
For A Woman
As God Made Woman
For A Man

There are those
Who are Free Spirits
They go with whatever 
However Their Feelings
Desires Flow

They have a Choice
To which ever 
They wish to go..
Follow God's Way
Or Do as they say...

Don't Judge
For God has His Divine
Reason beyond.. 
What we understand

Walk and Talk
Always in Love
To All God's Children
Love All Sisters and Brothers

But with God.. 
Do make a Stand
For What YOU Believe in
Help them to understand
Stand in Truth of God
Witness For Christ.. 
all things pertain to life

As I Believe tis be
I do.. make a Stand
I shall Not Judge
For God Made me whom I am
A Woman of Christ

I pray many understand
Not get offended
For this is what God had planned
States in His Divine Word
Holy Bible.. Truth Must be Heard
God Made Man for Woman
As God Made Woman for Man

Search Seek Christ
He will guide and direct
All your ways in Life
In Love of Truth.. and Happiness

Come to Jesus
Behold God's Truth
His Truth of Love
For Man & Woman
God's Love for All
Pure Love of Christ 
Tis Set Your Heart Free


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Hoagie-Nose

Those are not the scent of roses in the breeze. It is more like the smell of aged provolone cheese. It wavers along with some olive oil and oregano. Those are some scents I already know. Who is lurking nearby do I suppose? It is none other than my dear Hoagie-nose! She is a woman I can’t possibly forget. Everywhere she follows me this Italian coquette. This ragazza has a kiss as sweet as anisette. This little woman always accommodates a man. That’s why she drives around in a mini van. She makes sure the fellow is nice and comfy in the back of her Chrysler Town and Country. There was a valuable lesson I would learn. The flames of passion gave me a third-degree burn. We crossed the Rubicon to the point of no return. My Hoagie-nose and I will tie the knot in June. We will be joining forces around the rise of the full moon. Yes, this little Italian doll is the one I must choose. Her daddy made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.


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The love of my life

          The love of my life, 
              is not the one that got away, 
              or is not the woman in my dreams,
              she is as real as you and me, 
              always there to give me advice,
              her heart is always pure and kind
              a little hard headed at times but i don't mind
              she is a very exellent mother and wife
               so she is not the one who got away
               she is not the woman in my dreams
               The love of my life
               is mine and I am happy to call her my wife


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The woman of my dreams

I have something to say that is most certainly true.
You're still as beautiful as the day when I married you.
Each and every time that I see you, I feel an undying love.
You're the woman of my dreams and you're all that I think of.

It's pure heaven every time we hug or kiss.
We've been married for twenty years and it's still bliss.
I have another thing to say and I hope it's something you can see.
If we live to be two hundred, you'll be the only woman for me.


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Exotic Lands

Exotic Lands
by Lori Maria Walton

The day,
nurtured in the belly of a 
  fearless night
turns and is finally born
clinging to the soft arms of a 
  pretty morning

The sun, dozing on the 
heavy chest of exotic lands,
  rolls
and is now awakened,
plowing a submissive face 
  with golden hands

Play the bagpipes,
while the tea and the toast and
  freshly squeezed orange juice
seated spellbound
wait anxiously for the first touch
of honey lips

This day, as the morning 
waits on the table for the first
  touch of honey 
hands and golden lips prepare
to explore the shores of life

Blended melodies ring 
  in attentive hollows
beneath the sea of passion


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On the life of Women

What is life ?
But of pain and pleasure.
The passion of one woman and one man.
The love of one woman for her offspring.
The hate of one woman for those who have
Walked on when she's fallen.
The guilt of one woman for not being able 
To survive or forgive.
The pain of one woman when 
All she's loved and cared for has been 
Ripped out of her soul.
The life of one woman is one we must endure
And not take advantage of and be happy for,
Because one day that life of one woman
could vanish and may never feel emotion
again.


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LOST THOUGHTS

"Lost Thoughts"
 By: Andrew Stroud

 Laying in the bed,
 And I'm trying to write,
 I've been staring at the paper so long,
 It seems like I'm losing my sight.
 ...
 I've always had a gift,
 With the words that I write,
 But my mind's going blank,
 As I sit here tonight.

 I wish I could go on, 
 about your eyes and your smile, 
 but every time I imagine your face, 
 I just sit here for a while.

 I wish I could write,
 About your beauty and grace,
 But every time I put pen to paper,
 My mind begins to race.

 I've never had this problem,
 At ANY point in the past,
 But I'm not complaining by any means,
 Because I'm hoping that this feeling lasts.

 But as my luck would have it,
 You're in a relationship at this time,
 So I'm stuck writing these senseless words,
 And wishing you were mine


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Just To Be With You

If I could fly to the moon
To be alone with you
I would

If I had to swim across the  ocean 
To save you there, too
I would

No matter where I have to go
Or what I have to do
I would do it, just to be with you

8/24/14
© Copyright by Melanie Palmer. All rights reserved.


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What a woman worth

We need to treat our woman like precious gold, but we as men have a problem to beat them
cuz our hearts are cold!
We should cherish every day, but we as men never know what we have till it's taken away.
We play with their hearts, like it's a game, but when they return the favor we are never
the same!
We say we love you and that's not lie, but we always do things to make you cry.
What part of love could do such a thing, I guess it's not true love now that's just a shame.
We say that we will always's try to treat you right, but we're so quick to find the next
best thing in our site. 
We say that you are the love of our life, but we cheat and lie now that just ain't right.
We try to put the all bad things in the back of the mind, but you when get feed up we have
lost so much time.
We try not to let our emotions show, but it's so hard, when we have to let the ones we
love, go!
I guess we'll never know what a woman worth, until the day comes and she is finally placed
under the dirt!
By: Clarence B. Bowser Jr. the III


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Out Of Heaven

From the beyond,
Comes a beautiful woman disguise as an angel.
Her beauty is incredible;
It's like looking at the universe.
Her smile is like the rays of the sunshine;
When you see it,
It's going to be on your mind.
Her eyes is so hypnotizing,
You'll forever be mesmerizing.
Her touch would make you want her very much.
Her laughter is out of heaven;
When you hear it,
It's like music to your ears;
When she talks,
You'll be seeing things more clear;
The way she walks would make you float into the air.
The way she looks at you is special,
It's magical.
I believe some where over the rainbow,
Lies a beautiful woman disguise as an angel;
Waiting for the gates to open,
To come out of heaven.


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12,12

Doors clamping as i could not find sleep

Dogs barking and trembling in the neighborhood

Lying in my bed,eyes wide open,cold feet

Like horror foot prints flashed on my walls

Frightened and terrified,could not imagine it was real 

Strange hands that reached for my thighs 

Fingers hurting deeply as it penetrates

So scruffy i had screamed my name 

Like a rose just got dried

Freezing and loud the wind blows 

My sheet squeezed l was choking 

Somebody help me, i lost my voice

Could i be dreaming i asked in silence

Imaginations gone bad , thoughts were awful

felt a grasp of my neck and my eyes were red

The night was too long i could not pretend

I suddenly reached for an object to strike 

Amazing, what It had become 

A rod i do not want to let go 

In a trance i had seen the mask

On the wrist, it was twelve past twelve

That time of that day,we met! 

Roseline olajide


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A Woman

A, Woman, such a loveable gift from my Lord
			           The womb of this world full of nourishment
			           Placentas-n-umbilical cords ultra glamorous
			           Valiant, valuable-n-valorous
			           My nature is amorous to her clitoris
                                                 Sexual enjoyment, an admirable adornment

A, Beautiful torment, my missing Rib in a womb I once lived
                                                 I’m 4 ever indebted to your nourishment
                                                 I once was a kid, now I’m a man

But, since birth I fell in love with the most
             Beautiful being on Earth
                   A, Woman

Bedazzle
Gestation
Love
Manifestation
A man’s world, but a woman’s nation
Let’s multiply this population
A, truthful statement, I love my Woman


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Hurts Lair

Alas! Another day has come
I can hear the gears of torture whine
For yet again the time has come
For my strength to be ripped from my spine
 
I must go on, I have to be strong
But I hear my legs crying
They curse my will to move on
I can feel them slowly dying
 
Out from the shadows I see its walls
Her mammoth lair appears
I must tread into those gloomy halls
And confront my greatest fears
 
TICK..TOCK ..Shouts my trusty watch
But there I sit...ever so silently
This anguished heart I must watch
As I feel her thoughts studying me
 
Out in the open I need to go
For my body needs nourishment
But soon I know, her face will show
And demolish my emotional monument
 
THERE! I SEE HER NOW!
Her presence makes me tremble!
NO! I CANT!..I DON'T KNOW HOW...
But to watch my foundation disassemble...
 
Her steady gaze is a poisoned arrow
That resides in my swollen heart
A gaze that used to be so mellow
Has betrayed my heart of hearts....
 
This is my fault I must admit
I never knew she didn't know
Her feelings for me were not legit
She never knew I loved her so...
 
It's time to go home again
I must get over my sorrow
I will heal my wounds again
For its back to work tomorrow....


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Dream in a Bottle

On this pillow, I now rest my head. I will fall fast asleep in my bed. I lie here so soporifically. For several hours of privacy, it’s my escape from reality. Here I dream of a woman I’ll meet. Her good looks and demeanor are so sweet. I find her to be easy to love. This woman must have come from above. What a doll I see who's as cute as can be. Put that dream in a bottle for me.


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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.


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I love me Black woman

I love me black woman 
whom God created from the sand
the black woman that I adore 
she has my eyes allure 
she's my first virgin born and pure
I bade in her wisdom, power, acceptance and I am sure
She's definitely the one 
that has given me a special son.
I love me black woman with vision
she's ahead with an incredible mission.
i love me black woman with passion 
the quality of her blossom that I cannot ignore
in my mind she has never been bored.
I love me black woman from the very top of her head toward her bottom feet.
I love me black woman all the time 
wouldn't dare trade her for a dime. 
I would have write the more ,but there wouldn't be space 
to describe how much a black woman worth.
She's the mother of all earth 
given a gift with an unbelievable birth.
Who wouldn't love a black woman 
in such case is ignant.
to abuse a black woman, I dare not 
She's my black woman beautiful within and out
she's all that I 'm bout
a black woman a red rose to be 
I can't help myself but see
that a black woman is all that
Precious, fragile and magnificently phat
I love me black woman. 


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the sum of you

The sum of you…
Beautiful scars, tempered life,
Beloved of God, captivating wife.


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She Has A Big Heart

Her heart is so big, her love is so strong
Most of her life, she has been treated wrong
She has so much love, so much to give
Sometimes it took all she had just to live
What in the world did she do to deserve
All the pain that's been forced upon her
She's worked so hard to do everything right
But, when she'd least expect it, there would be another fight
For days she would hurt and walk around crying
If she told anyone, they'd think she was lying
How could this life of hers be so unfair?
Is it too much to ask just for someone to care?
It caused me such heartache to see all of her pain
All the times she was hurt, it was done in vain
Such a wonderful person with all of this love
Deserves more than anyone that I can think of
I'll always be thankful for all that she’s done
I love her unconditionally, unlike anyone
Who is this woman with such a big heart?
She's the beautiful woman who gave me my start
She's very special; she's one of a kind
She's like a rare diamond that most never find
She's my best friend, she's my Mother
I hope she knows how much I love her

Copyright © 2000   Shari E Davis


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a Letter from Me to You

a Letter from Me to You, 2010
V. Ortiz Vazquez

Bendición.  Do you remember the time when you found me? Grounded without a talk. No explanation, just my fault. How can it be? I was so young, yet to learn so much without a talk. There I was naked from the waist down, caught without understanding the rage.  There he was older than I yet not too old, still both a child. Was it because of my sex? If I was the boy, how would you have reacted? Proud? Would you have called me “the man?” I won’t say I despise you and/or forgive you.  I’m yet to decide whether to thank you. Your actions made of me a woman of disbelief, caution, and mistrust.  I hide from the world, hidden I am. I must tell you, I’m a “grown” woman now; thirty-three to be exact. I haven’t thought of you until now. Being busy hiding, being away from reality, the past-present-future; I wonder, are you watching over me? Are you protecting me the way you did so many years ago? Do you guide the angels watching over me? I hope you are…watching that is. Be proud of your by product, misguided granddaughter. You know, until this day I am yet to be talk to about what took place and how it was my fault. Perhaps one day…one day I will be able to remember your face. Your words of wisdom inspire by the queen we women are. One day, I hope to be…no, hear how wrong you were. How you failed to…to protect me. 

Bendición, Abuelo


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Why Do Guys Cheat

I have everything at home, but yet I cheat and leave my love all alone.

This girl is new to my world and brings me such peace, she cooks me food and rub my back
when I fall asleep!

She is sweet and kind, with a love so pure that is so hard to find!

She is everything that I would want a women to be, but for some reason I still seem to cheat!

She's a great woman and there's no lie about that, I do believe this woman will always
have my back!

But I'm caught in world surrounded by lust, she gave me her heart and I destroyed her trust!

I have no good reason so I'll tell you no lie, it was just something new that I wanted to try!

You asked me why I cheated on you, I gave you no reason just said that I truly love you!

And if you take back it will never happen again, not understand that I just killed my best
friend, from deep with in!

I crushed her heart and shatter her dreams, because my love for her was just a fling!

Now its time for my to pay, I wish I could take away that day!

The day I said I love you too, when I know deep in my heart that those lines just wasn't true!

Now its' to late and the game is up, she's done with my stuff and said she had enough!

Now I must say goodbye, to what was once a good life but a terrible lie!

Even to the end I never gave you a good reason, why my love changed like the seasons!

So why do guys cheat, that's a good question to know, maybe the ones that cheat will one
day let us know!

Why do guys Cheat By Clarence B. Bowser Jr. the II


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Dream Girl

When I gaze into her eyes, I see days that we could praise
Just the beauty in her face, her smile puts me in a daze
In my eyes, she's the best thing walking, honestly and simply
And right now I remain hoping that one day we could align like perfect symmetry
I remind her each time we interact, on how I wanted her since elementary
But now my confidence has rose, I feel now I'm deserving and she could be my Olympic gold
But as a man I must admit, that it would hurt me mentally, if she told me she opposed
Still my attempts are continuous because I want what's at the end
She makes me nervous and happy as I observe every gorgeous bend
I admit proudly that she could truly make me melt
And forever I'm crushing on her even once I get the positioned yearned
As you can now tell, this is no possible form of lust
Because I could name many things that I want from her besides to touch
It's been growing inside me over the years, a strong urge mixed with mild fear
Millions of sweet words, that I wanted to place in her ears
I always wanted to express myself, but feared she might not feel the same
I know that with the time I've taken, that now is my awaited chance
So I must capture her attention before I miss that opportunity
Some other guy comes along and takes away the room for me
I understand of myself, that different is truly my description
Forever young, but now I feel too old to still feel the same about my childhood crush
So writing this informative, passionately sweet poem was a must
And if it wasn't clear before, I feel this should add that glimmering touch
To whom it's designed for, I request nothing more
My only wish at this point is that you smile and recognize that it's been you whom I adored

                            By: Quiayren Young


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My Queen

I eat of her impatiently, as if she was food for the gods or exotic food for the 
stars, the wind lavishly blows her scent through gardens, we relax-n-release 
tension, orgasming through the forest, I’ve beseem my queen and she befits 
her king, vintage-n-very expensive Japanese art covers our hearts, her gold 
crispy succulent thighs, coincides with her backside, both thicker than any 
Indian tribe, her vibe changes the colors of my eyes, God blew her soul into 
my soul, so together we live our lives, where we age, but our lover never gets 
old, she stays warm 4 she never gets cold, I eat of her flesh, the tender meat 
of her breast, her inner self, I renew her health, I share her breath, I inhale her 
best, I never exhale for death is next, for I will eat of her soul-n-spirit, for we 
would have left behind our flesh, I love you more than any emotion can 
express, more than any tongue can confess, may 4 ever together our souls 
rest, I’m full of your flesh, I belong in your soul, I belong with your spirit, I’m 
intoxicated off cups of your blood, God bless Sable, I eat of your flesh, 4 you 
nourish me best. 

Excuse me I just
Belched, Amen, God Bless

 


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A Wise Old Woman

Once this wise old woman told me,
A man should act like a man,
treat his woman well,
don't mess up to often,
and listen.
She said,
her marriage lasted 60 years,
to the same man,
all because,
he listened with his heart.
Treated her with respect,
and when he did mess up,
she chose to ignore, if it was not
too bad.
I ask her, what was too bad,
lying, cheating, drinking, smoking,
cursing, swearing, and just plain being lazy.
Other than that, things were fine.


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Trans Siberian

Metal to metal
Bumping along
Monotonous humming
Anxiety strong
Trees in my window
Snow on the tracks
Towns without names
Filled with old wooden shacks
Surrounded by vodka
On tables and breaths
Checkers and Yahtzee
Gambling debts
Fervorous passion
Escaping my heart
Aching and yearning
For amorous spark
Pools of turquoise
In the aisle ahead
Hair shines like copper
Atop of her head
Rest here beside me
Capture my soul
Siberian angel
More precious than gold
Minutes to hours
Day into night
Curled beside me
Light up my life
Whispers from heaven 
Capture my ears
Mind numbing beauty
Brings me to tears


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why do we love

is it that feeling of acceptance on a higher form we crave or do our hormones drive is to lust for a partner is it the simple things or the most complex we stay to ourselves humbled and quiet though we strive for affection we hunger for love to be devoured in it to be drowned in it its everything and nothing life can be eternal bliss and simplicity or a corrosive nightmare with all means to destroy you i remain troubled and silent screaming with ferocious anger in my mind hoping i will find that one soon or someday to end my tears running down my cold cheeks i hope she comes soon


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After The Lust is Gone......

When a woman first meets a man,
He thinks she's the greatest invention
since sliced ham,

He adores her physical appearance,
The way she talks, laughs and giggles,
He even savors her fragrance,
There is never any talk of space or
room to wiggle,

Once the relationship becomes consummated,
her faults suddenly become illuminated,
The idiosyncracies he used to find charming,
become uncouth and alarming,

He repels her like a magnet,
and ignores her as if she were
an antiquated kitchen cabinet,

After the lust is gone,
a woman becomes an unnecessary 
pawn,
The man no longer feels obligated
to be respectful,
All his negative ways get displayed,
He renounces being bashful,

The man picks the woman apart,
like a bird pecking his food,
Then it becomes clear,
his intentions were not good from the start,
He was just toying with her heart.......




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Who Is Jimmy Anderson?

Who am I?  Ok, here’s the truth.  I won’t lie. ..I’m a cool ass guy who may be 
imprisoned, but is as free as a butterfly….
	32 years old. A heart of gold,. 5’8” tall, 140lbs.  A slim dude who walks 
nude-privately- all year round!  A sexy s.o.b.! Whose #1 passion is poetry!  Clean 
cut with a cute butt and a little silly. I enjoy a lot of things; I love music and yes, I 
dance and sing. I also love musical instruments so I truly enjoy concerts and live 
events! I am a “movie buff”.  My personality is kinda dark, I really enjoy amusement 
parks!
	I protect my heart with a breastplate.  B/c only the tough and rough 
survive, for I am an inmate.  That’s right.  I’ve made a lot of mistakes.  I’ve been 
through just about every kind of heartache.  I’ve been there, done that. Being 
abused as a child trained me for combat.  Thats right, physically and sexually 
abused.  So knowing how to “love” left me confused.  For years I battled an 
emotional war.  But I’m not ashamed any more!  It’s been lonely in a place like this.  
No woman to kiss and my 3 daughters I desperately miss.  7 years here can change 
a man!  I had no one to take my hand.  I did the time all alone.  My Momma dead 
and gone.  It was in 2007 when she passed and went on to Heaven!
	Everyone deserves a second chance.  I long for love and romance.  I 
used to be a dishonest guy.  Now I refuse to tell a lie.  An old cliché, but it’s my way-
“The truth will set you free”!  You can see who I am in my poetry!
	I would like to find a woman and settle down.  Give her jewels for her 
crown! A woman who will stand by me, through thick and thin.  She must be first 
and foremost, my best friend.  I love a woman with spunk, and she must have some 
junk-in-her trunk!  I’m talking about a nice butt, and I welcome a voluptuous woman 
with a slight gut.  That’s something most men hate.  But I value a woman with a 
little weight!  This makes me excited, sexually.  The woman I choose won’t refuse 
when I go down and bite it!  She must love me for me.  She must accept my silly, yet 
morbid personality.  So give me a fair look and visit me at MySpace and FaceBook.  
Later gator!!!


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